#god i need to redo my baby girl

[cieloclercs]

congrats on your 1K you deserve it‼️‼️

when you have the time could you write for lewis hamilton + nepo!reader ( male or female ) who is an actress / actor?

king of my heart — lewis hamilton

pairing. lewis hamilton x nepo baby!actress!reader

genre. social media au

face claim. gigi hadid

warnings. mentions of age gap, swearing, some online hate, lewis and reader are literally the hottest couple ever, daniel lowkey trolling lando, sex jokes ??, mixed up met gala years sorryyyy, some inaccuracies with race outcomes shshsh

author’s note. hello anon! thank you for being my first request for my 1k event 🥰 i wasn’t sure if you wanted an imagine style thing or not so i’ve gone for a social media au. hope that’s ok ! if not just let me know and i can redo this for you <3

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yourusername when he takes you on a romantic getaway to a private beach island after being away for a month 🥹🥹 lewishamilton i love u bby 💕

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lewishamilton The happiest 4 years with my Queen 🤍 Here’s to forever x

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yourusername the last picture was uncalled for 🥲

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[tetsusangel]

yayy okay so let's talk about dp with bullies satosugu but it's an au where they're both demons and reader is a pretty angel

gojo and geto like to have a little fun tormenting innocent humans, but lately their plans have been "ruined" by reader

she spoils their fun because it's her duty to protect humans but also because she's kinda hoping to get the boys' attention

they come up with a plan to surprise her and finally give her what she wants: to have her cute angel holes filled by her favorite bullies 💦🩷

a/n: omg nonny i haven’t written in ages and this is my first req after redoing my whole blog and im sososo happy you shared this thot with me im literally creaming

cw: dom!satosugu, sub!reader, multiple orgasms (reader), overstim, pet names (princess, baby, sweet/pretty/good girl), slight degradation, sprinkle of praise, double penetration (1 hole), cunnilingus, 'toru slaps your cunt twice, he also "slaps" your face once, oral (m! and f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, dumbification (sorry i couldn't help myself), MDNI, lmk if i missed anything!!

w/c: 1.4k

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru are the WORST! They make your life as the resident caring angel so hard :( They’re always prancing around toying with oblivious humans.

Before they met you, their antics were occasional and spontaneous. But when they first saw you swoop down and save the poor innocent soul they had been messing with, they knew they had to see you again. Even if that meant going out of their way to torment more humans than they were interested in doing.

And they knew you were enjoying it. Not enjoying saving the humans, but enjoying seeing Satoru and Suguru. The two men were constantly bored and aching for a new plaything, those plain humans just weren’t cutting it anymore. They needed to get their hands on you and that sweet cunt you’d been hiding from them.

They also knew you were too shy to say anything. You were just a pretty little angel trying to stop two big, mean devils from harming the one thing you had sworn to protect. So of course, they kept on with their torments towards those inferior humans. And you, of course, kept coming in to save the day.

“That’s enough! Don’t you guys think it’s time you give those poor humans a break. They haven’t done anything to you” You scolded, putting up a horrible act of pretending you weren’t enjoying their company.

Deep down all three of you knew that something was bound to happen soon. You were all reaching your breaking point. Soon enough they’d give you exactly what you want from them, and they would take exactly what they want from you.

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru wouldn’t be able to hold the title of devils if they weren’t as good as they were in teasing you and slowly breaking you down into the perfect pet for them. But to do that, they’d need you to open up first. What better way to coax a kind hearted angel out of her shell than to surprise her?

As you laid down on your back against the plush expanse of your bed, you wondered why you hadn’t seen or heard anything from Satoru and Suguru. It had been an entire week of peace and quiet; something you weren’t used to and something you didn’t miss.

You didn’t enjoy seeing pure-hearted humans get hurt by them, but you did enjoy the way Satoru and Suguru looked at you when you scolded them. Like they were going to eat you up and, God, you wished they would.

Pulling a pillow over your head you groaned. “Aww poor baby, somethin’ wrong?” A muffled voice called out from your right. A voice that sounded a lot like….Satoru? “She must’ve missed us. I think she likes us more than she’d like to admit” Another voice calls out, this time from your left and the sound is similar to the honeyed voice of Suguru.

Amidst your confusion, the pillow you had used to cover your face was ripped from your hands and lo and behold were the two missing men. Before you can stop yourself, you whined out a quiet “I missed you”. By the looks on their faces, you could tell they had missed you too. And that they definitely had something planned for you.

“Yeah, baby? You missed us? Fuck, we missed you too. Our sweet, little angel. Always pretending she’s coming down to save those worthless humans when she really just wants to be near us.” Satoru starts.

“No- No I” This time, you’re cut off by Suguru. “Don’t be like that pretty girl. We missed you too. In fact, Satoru and I wanna show you how much we missed you”.

You couldn’t believe it. You’ve waited for so long for them to finally give you what you’d been craving since the day you saved the first human they tormented. Were you dreaming? Were you in heaven? No, of course not. Devils aren’t allowed in heaven. This was hell.

Everything happens so suddenly. You're flipped on your hands and knees, Satoru behind you and the tent in Suguru’s pants is right in front of your face just begging to be touched. Before you can even pick a hand up to unzip Suguru, you feel a large hand flip your skirt up followed by two long digits rubbing against your clothed pussy.

Another whine escapes your lips as Satoru’s ring and middle finger draw tight circles around your clit from above your panties. When Satoru finally drags your panties down and off your ankles is when Suguru speaks up again. “C’mon princess, don’t keep me waiting. We’ve been so patient with you. Don’t make us be mean to you on our first day. Or would you like that?”

The whimper that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. Suguru drops his boxers and jeans, kicking them off as fast as he can. “Kiss the tip baby- Fuck, that’s it. Good girl” The praise is sent straight between your legs and a chuckle from Satoru lets you know he felt your needy cunt clench around his fingers. 

“You like that, baby? You wanna be praised? But you’re acting like such a slut. What kind of angel lets two devils use her like this? Oh sweet girl, you’re so wet. You like when I’m mean to you?” You want to say no, you want to tell him it isn’t true (it is true), but Suguru shoves himself farther down your throat, a guttural groan sending vibrations all over your body. 

You’re so focused on trying to take Suguru down your throat that you don’t realize Satoru getting impatient. A sharp slap on your clit brings your attention back to Satoru. You barely get out a “S’toruuuu” before he does it again. Another cross between a moan and a whine leaves your mouth causing Suguru to buck his hips into your face. 

Satoru can tell you’re getting distracted again, but this time he opts to wrap his soft tongue around your clit while his ring and middle finger slip inside your wet folds, scissoring you open. They’re both so overwhelming, Satoru behind you slurping away at your sweet pussy and Suguru wrapping a hand around your head and pulling it back and forth on his dick. 

And then as if they were connected telepathically, they both pull away at the same time. Your head is spinning, the only thing on your mind is making sure you end the night with them stuffing you full of their cum. 

Satoru leans back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back facing Suguru. And finally, finally, he slowly sinks you down on his fat length. It’s already too much for you but Suguru is right behind him, they’ve waited long enough. You can take them both. As soon as you’ve settled down on Satoru, Suguru is pushing into you. 

“W-Wait, fuucckkk, ‘s too much! Too big!” You cry out, but the two devils don’t seem to care. They buck their hips into yours, the room filled with echoes of your whines and moans of “C-Can’t”, “Wan’ more” and “Please d-don’t stop”. Soon enough you’re not talking at all. You’ve cum more times than you can count. The overstimulation was too much for you to handle. 

Your eyes have rolled into your head and the only thing you can think of is Satoru and Suguru and Suguru and Satoru. A light slap on the right side of your face gets you to look at Satoru but he can tell from that far-away look in your eyes that you aren’t completely here anymore. That’s okay though. He knows he wanted this, he knows Suguru wanted this, and he for sure knows that you needed this.

“Suguru, shit, I think our sweet, little angel has gone dumb” A groan is heard from the other man. “Fuck, what slut. She takes us so well.” G-Gonna cum soon” A response is heard almost immediately “M-Me too. You gonna cum for us one more time, pretty girl?” Suguru’s hand snakes around your waist to use a finger of his to rub fast and messy circles around your puffy clit. 

No longer able to respond, you arch your back further into Satoru causing your head to lean back on Sugurus shoulder as you whine out in overstimulation. Their thrusts become erratic and you know they’re getting closer and closer and finally they fill you up as you cum. The sticky, sweaty smell of sex overwhelms your senses. Another tap is felt on your shoulder, “Hey pretty, let’s get you cleaned up”

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[imthegayone]

A Broken Rib (drabble)

Summary: You broke a rib during a stunt, earning yourself a scolding by your girlfriend.

Warrnings: mention of bruising? and some errors (reread this maybe twice)

Author's Note: A small little drabble cause I wanted to get something out for you all but these wips are kicking my ass rn. Also this is inspired by an interview where Britney Snow (i think) broke a rib during a stunt where she had to ram against a car to break it's widow and a fic I read a bit ago were Jenna sprains her ankle at work when she's distracted by a video of reader. (sadly I can't find it or I'd link it) Hope you enjoy 🩵

Word Count: 431

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“You’re never doing that again.” Jenna reprimands a look in her eyes that says there’s no room for negotiation. However, it was an accident, you knew that and she knew that. The stunt was easy, even your manager agreed that you could ram yourself into the car for the scene. It didn’t stop Jenna from worrying though, the second she was told about your hospital visit a nervous pit settled deep in her stomach. 

“Jen.” You groan, you’re in need of sleep and just want to be held in the shorter girl's arms while you watch your favorite comfort movie. “Don’t Jen, me I’m not the one in trouble, you are.” Crossing her arms, you finally notice just how high her anxiety was. Understanding exactly how much stress someone could put themselves under when not knowing the condition of their loved one. You had experienced the same mounting fear when she sprained her ankle on set a year ago.

You sigh, never wanting to make her sick with worry especially when you were fine. “Baby, I’m okay. It’s one broken rib, plenty of people get broken ribs and survive.” 

“I’m just a little sore.” You add, prodding at the growing colors splayed across your abdomen. “And bruised.” Jenna mumbles knowing she’s not gonna get anywhere with you. You grab her hand placing it above your heart. “I’m fine. We got the shot, neither I nor Naomi need to redo it.” 

“She’s doing all your stunts from now on and I mean it.” Jenna gives you her best stern eyes but she knows you, you’re just like her when it comes to things like this. If you can do it yourself then why not? 

“You know I can’t promise that.” Jenna sighs knowing you’re right. She gently wraps you up in a hug, careful not to hurt you further. She’ll have plenty of time to scold you but for now she’d rather get you into bed to rest. “Just take it easy next time, okay? If you need a break, take one.” 

“I will. I promise.” Promising sincerely, your y/e/c eyes boring into her soft brown ones. “Too bad there’s not gonna be a scar though, I heard women love scars.” You tease, breaking the tension.

“Oh my god, please shut up.” Jenna says hiding her face in your neck at your embarrassing statement. Unable to contain her chuckle at your silly excuse for flirting. “I love you, even though you’re a reckless idiot.” 

“Yeah but I’m your reckless idiot.” 

Squeezing her tighter in your hold. “I love you too.”

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #we'll see how long I keep this up #i also couldn't stop singing #baby back ribs from chilli's theme song so... #good luck reading this when thats my head space #have all these ended in I love yous?? #fics by the gay

[melanieph321]

Angsty Idea for Ruben Imagine:

Y/N has been on a girls trip and Ruben promised to pick her up from the airport and spend the day together but he forgot and goes out with the boys. Y/N is hurt and feels like he doesn’t care about her and they get in a big fight but make up at the end !!

This request was great. The people thought it was great. And so here it is, greatness.

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Only Girl In His World

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Enjoy!

You called your mom as soon as you got into a taxi outside of the airport.

"Y/N, this is the third time!"

But calling her might have been a mistake.

"Mom, Ruben hasn't forgotten to pick me up before."

"No. But last week he forgot to e-mail you the plane tickets for your trip and the week before that he had trouble remembering which country you and your friends were even visiting. It's how it starts honey and you need to put a foot down, or else."

"Or else what?" You frowned, although deep down the truth hurt.

"Or else you'll end up alone in a big house with four kids whilst your husband is running around living his life like some hot shot bachelor."

"Mom, that would never happen. You know Ruben, besides he doesn't even want kids." You defended, just like you had defended Ruben's mistake to your friends, saying he had alot going on and therefore forgot to e-mail you their tickets. "....At least we haven't talked about that yet."

"And you won't need to." She said. "Because he'll forget to pick you up for that meeting too."

"Jupp, okay. I see where this phone call is going mom. I'm hanging up now..." You had already cried at the airport when, after two hours of waiting, you realized that your boyfriend had forgotten about you. Your mother was not about to ruin the make up you had to redo because of that.

"Y/N, I just don't want you to get hurt." She said, more sympathetically.

"Like I said mom. It's Ruben we're talking about. He would never hurt me, ever."

The phone call ended.

Thirty minutes later the taxi pulled up to Ruben's apartment building. You took the elevator up and felt your heartbeat with longing for a hug from the love of your life, however, all you were met with was an empty apartment and no Ruben.

"Baby?"

You went from room to room, switching on the lights just to confirm that "Jupp." Your boyfriend forgot about you, or he simply couldn't care less about you. The worst thing was the realization that today was Ruben's day off, and thst at some point he had been home, and not alone. The Playstation was still plugged into the TV and there were empty bottles of that recovery drink that Ruben loved. However you couldn't imagine he'd ever recover from this, you'd never allow Ruben to make you feel this way again.

"Y/N?"

It was around eleven o'clock at night when you heard keys turn in the lock. Ruben must have sighted your open suitcase in the living room, for he was shouting your name.

"Fuck me." You heard him sigh. "Y/N, are you here?"

"In here!" You shouted from the bedroom. You were on the floor emptying drawers of all of your things.

"Oh my god, Y/N. I'm so sorry baby, so fucking sorry." Ruben appeared in the door frame, a pale look on his face, knowing damn well that he fucked up by forgetting to pick you up at the airport.

"I swear you said Sunday." He said, which was not an excuse, you thought. Why hadn't he checked with you if he was so unsure? A quick text message would have sufficed.

"No Ruben." You mumbled. "I specifically told you four o'clock, Saturday."

He slapped a hand over his face and sighed. "Fuck, I must have mixed up the dates."

"Of course you did."

"So...how did you get home?" He asked, the question so dumb that you wanted to slap that stupid look of innocence that he wore on his face.

"I took a taxi Ruben. Another will be here in a minute to pick me up."

He frowned "Why?"

You stood, a pile of folded clothes in your hands. "I'm leaving you Ruben. I'm tired of feeling like I'm always second best to you. So I'm prioritizing myself by leaving...you."

"What?" He blurred out. "W...what do you mean?"

You pushed past him as he stood in the door, once in the living room you dumped your folded clothes into your already packed suitcase.

"Baby, what do you mean your leaving me?" Ruben was close behind you, demanding answers. Why he was upset you  couldn't  even fathom. "Is this you breaking up with me or something, and for what, because I forgot to pick you up from a fucking airport?"

"And you forgot to send me my plane tickets! And you forgot which fucking country I was even in!" You shouted, with tears trailing down your face . "Did you even notice that I was gone Ruben? Did you even care that I was gone?"

"Baby?" He looked confused, confused as to why you were shouting and crying. "Why would you even ask me that? Of course I cared that you were gone. That's why I've had Bernardo come over here and play FIFA with me everyday since you left. "I...I don't know what has made you come to this conclusion about me...about us?" He looked to the suitcase on the floor with terror in his eyes. "Please, let's just talk about this first before you decide to do anything neither of us want.

You hated that he made you feel like the dramatic one, however he was right, the two of you should talk things out before you did anything that might be irreversible in the end.

"I don't wanna talk." You muttered.

"No?" Ruben looked on the verge of something, something he wouldn't recover from. "W...what do you want then?"

"I want to feel loved."

"Fuck." He sighed, rushing to cup your face in his hands. He lifted your head, bending down, kissing you. "Of course I love you. Your the only girl for me." He kissed you again, harder.

"Prove it." You said, pulling away from him.

"What?" He looked confused, so confused and afraid, afraid of losing you.

"Prove that you love me and only me"

"Y/N, how would I even do that?"

Your eyes looked him up and down, indicating nothing more than what you needed right now. "Fuck me."

Ruben's brows lifted.

You smiled. "Fuck me like I'm the only girl in the world."

Nothing more was said. Ruben didn't even let you leave the living room before your clothes came off. He had your legs spread wide with his cock thrusting in and out deep in side if you. He fucked you right there and then, on the living room couch, like you were the only girl in his world.

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[augustsprincess]

August Walker x Reader drabble

Plot: August walker survived the crash and the fall, barely. He spends half a year in hospital receiving treatment and protection. After a lot of surgery and reconstruction he's allowed home, but not without a live-in nurse.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, bandages, medication and most of all S.M.U.T.

Half of his face his bandaged. One of his legs is damn near hanging off. He's had a LOT of surgery to reconstruct and fix things. When he's finally able to leave the hospital he requires a nurse to live with him for the next 4 months.

You draw the short straw, and begin to realise what a stubborn idiot the man is.

Pretending he doesn't need your help, making your job so much harder. Refusing to eat when you cook. Refusing to even move onto his side when you need to check his bandages on his back.

After days of coaxing him into good behaviour you find his sense of humor and he begins to warm to you, ever so slightly. He's a little more accepting of your cooking and treatment.

After a few more days he starts to change. Is he....flirting with you? It must be the medication you're giving him. The little pet names he starts to give you make you blush and you don't think he realises that when he winks, the bandage over his other eye makes it less obvious. But you chuckle either way.

What you don't expect, is to walk into his bedroom to redo his bandages and find him him on his front, grunting and thrusting frustratedly. After letting out a weak yelp you leave the room straight away and decide to give him half an hour. You don't think he even realized, but there's a certain sheen of sweat over his chest and forehead when you return.

Another week passes and the flirting becomes more obvious, though his dosage of medication gets less and less. It was real. You figured he was messing with you and you even let him get away with the couple of ass smacks he gives you.

Yet another week passes and you're in the study, cleaning his desk out of sheer boredom. As he's gotten healthier you had less to do during the day. You hum as you polish the wooden surface, just loud enough to cover the sound of the click of the door handle as August enters the room.

The cloth slips across the wood with ease as you put some elbow grease into it.

Your waist is gripped tight by two bear-like hands and you let out a loud shriek as you're hoisted back against a solid surface.

"Mr. Walker!" You yell in surprise, his purrs in your ear causing butterflies to erupt in your chest. "What are you doing, Sir?" You retort, but he just moans into your ear and before long you realise there's a distinctly solid object thrusting up against your backside.

"Shhhh" He coo's, gently thrusting against you. Using you for his own pleasure. "Please, it's been so fucking long. Just let me..."

"Sir, I could lose my job if they-"

"HUSH!" He interrupts you with a booming voice, pulling you tighter to his chest and dragging his clothed cock against the crevice of your ass. His groans and thrusts become much more erratic, slamming your hands down on the clean desk, caging you between his huge arms. "I need....you...God you feel so...."

"Please, Sir..." You beg. "I don't wanna lose my job, Sir-"

"Hush now baby, please. Daddy needs you to behave for him. He won't tell a soul." He presses gentle and chaste kisses along the side of your neck.

"But, Sir, I-" You protest yet again.

"Enough, babygirl. Enough, enough, enough....Daddy's gonna take care of you, job or not. Just....be a good girl for me."

"O-okay, Sir. I'll be good..." August releases your hands.

"God, good girl. Can daddy take your panties off?" He lifts your skirt and you find yourself agreeing just as he pulls your panties down. You miss the solid wall behind you when August takes a step back, but once he kicks off his pyjama bottoms he returns. "Is my baby girl on the pill?" He asks, pressing a kiss to the very top of your back.

"Yes, Mr. Walker." You whisper, pushing your ass up against his front. He growls before plunging into your walls with no warning. Together you yelp in unison as his fills you to the brim with his cock, and god was he gifted.

"Fuck, baby girl. You're making Daddy-" Thrust. "So" Thrust. "Fucking" Thrust. "Happy."

August pushes your back until your entire torso is flat against the desk, ass pushed up towards him as he starts to fuck you with no relent.

"Sir, be careful! Don't hurt yourself-" You warn as he fucks you harder. You want him to go faster but you're worried about his condition.

"I'm fine, darling girl. Daddy's been a bad boy." He grunts, his cock hitting your cervix and causing a wave of pleasure to build. "Daddy's been better for quite a while now, but he needed to surprise you." His thrusts are harder and harder with each word. "Oh baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna- ARGH!" With a roaring yell he shoots his load, painting your walls as he fills you up to the hilt with his still-hard cock. He doesn't stop for almost a minute after, becoming slower and slower as his cock softens. You feel beads of sweat fall from his forehead, hitting your back as he slows to a stop.

Your shared erratic breaths begin to calm as August lays over your back for a few moments, cock still inside you just barely. "Fuck me, baby girl. Where have you been my whole life?" With a harsh slap to your ass he stands up, pulling his pants back up.

You stand up fully but before you can bend to reach for your panties, he's kicked them away from you. "No panties in my house, baby. I want access at all times." You nod your head. You go to leave the room but you realise suddenly you'd never seen the man stand up before. He was tall. Really tall. With an imposing posture even with all of the bandages and stitches littering his face and body. You were a little nervous to approach him, even though you'd just had him slamming you into a desk repeatedly from behind. You clear your throat, thinking of a way to cut the tension.

"We should probably change my bandages." August announces. He knew you were uncomfortable. You nod your head and finally walk towards the door. As you're about to slip past the man he gently grabs a hold of your shoulders with both hands. "Come here..." He very gently commands. His face warms with a smile as you gingerly step towards him.

"Sir?" You whisper, your doe eyes making him melt where he stood. August's left arm snakes its way around your waist, and you're literally swept from your feet as he lifts you to his face. At long last, he presses his lips against yours in a devastatingly searing kiss. It felt as if you'd been waiting months, and you suppose you had. You hoped that he had too. As moments pass, August's kiss becomes more passionate but eventually he breaks away from you. With a lovesick smile on his face he places you back on the ground. Touching your face with his index finger he begins to laugh.

"Can I keep you? Please?". He's almost begging. But who are you to resist such a man? Nodding your head, you agree.

If you knew how demented this man was, how twisted his mind was. You may have been able to escape in time. But it was too late now.

As he purred in your ear, nuzzling your nose with his you smiled in sweet bliss. You were trapped. He had his hooks in you and there was no way in hell he'd ever let you go now. But as long as he loved you, nothing else mattered.

#henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #august walker #smut #twickster writes #henry cavill

[vampykween]

more toxichusband!simon

based off this little drabble -> the jaws of life

you're seriously wondering how long they'd put you away if you strangled your husband. you're a big girl, you could probably survive prison if it meant you didn't have to watch simon tearing up your backyard. the backyard looked perfectly fine until you mentioned that the house needed to be tidied up for your parents, who were due to visit soon.

simon gets to fuck off and play in your back garden while you attempt to transform your house from the normal pigstye it is from having two unruly children wreaking havoc on it.

simon hears you coming before he sees you, the sound of your angry stomps reverberating off the ceiling of the covered patio (the patio you wouldn't even have if it wasn't for him and his handy skills).

"are you serious, simon?! are my parents going to be lounging in the yard all day? in what world would 'the house needs to be cleaned' meant 'let's redo the back garden pavers?'"

your husband turns around slowly to face you and whatever fight was brewing was quickly doused when he saw you had the baby perched on your hip. the sight of his baby girl makes it a bit more bearable talking to you right now. instead of replying to your rant, he reaches his arms out to take the baby from your grasp. you huff but concede and hand her over.

"is the garden not part of the house now? you've griped at me for ages to fix up the pathway, and the moment i do it you have a problem with that?" simon retorts back at you.

you suck in a long, deep breath and remind yourself that you were working on not slandering your husband in front of your kids - which was clearly a work in progress.

"you know what? you're right, just stay out here all day long. in fact, why don't you sleep out here too since you're just so enamored with the yard." you pluck your daughter back out of his large arms and march angrily back into the kitchen, slamming the door in frustration.

you look down at the chubby baby in your arms, and she blinks up at you owlishly. "please promise me you'll never let a guy treat you like that, baby. it's too late for me, but for the love of god, please be smarter than i ever was."

you let out a somber sigh and hugged your daughter tight against your chest. you knew you were setting a bad example, sticking around for a man who treats you like a nuisance. but the hopeful part of you remembers how your husband used to be, and that maybe one day, things will be better again.

#simon riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #toxichusband!simon #he is the definition of weaponized incompetence #im so sorry i love writing simon being shitty #mic writes

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 —

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI • summary: literally just smut cos apparently i’m back in my joel miller phase (not complaining); • a/n: this is basically a redo of something i wrote before i deleted a lot from this blog; • c/w: FILTH, creamp!e, dirty talk, daddy kink. literally just sex, good luck 🫡❤︎︎

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You’re about to come and Joel knows it, wants to talk you through it till you’re soaking his cock.

He’s held up above you on the weight of his elbows and your legs are curved around his bare hips, from which he drives himself into you over again going deep, hitting deeper every time.

Indeed, every pound of his cock to that spot knocks the bedposts back, hitting the wall; with every scrape, there is only your joined, panting moans. The slap of his skin on your own.

“Joel, I’m getting so close,” you manage, hands clawing at his back for some purchase. His mouth has left yours to kiss its way down your damp, heated neck, nipping at you every inch of the way.

“I know sweetheart, I feel you,” Joel murmurs back, lifting one hand to move to your side. Once there, he shifts up your leg to a new, hiked up angle, and the change takes your breath.

Now he can reach so much deeper that each thrust has your throat dry, working hard for each moan.

It also makes Joel that much closer to release, which has threatened since the moment he entered you. To be honest it doesn’t really take much — not with you — to have him ready to come within minutes.

But still tonight, after such a long day, your warmth caught him off guard. He fought hard for composure.

Now then, he’s groaning with his mouth to your ear, praise murmured, kissing where he can reach. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it. Just take what you need baby, that’s a good girl.”

You might’ve died right there from the praise if his pounding wasn’t keeping you anchored to Earth. You wanted him to please him, to have him be proud, and that need overrode any other base thoughts.

“Joel please.” Please what? You didn’t know. You only knew that you needed him coming, and hard. With him inside you like this, his release would be what sent you over the edge, and he knew it.

The groans from his throat and his fraying composure were enough to have you soaking and pliant beneath him, but now he looked up, met your damp, crying eyes, and fuck but the sight of you like that undid him.

“I know baby, I know. I know that it hurts, but you’re doing so well.” And it really did hurt — the acuteness of need, the way that he filled you and stretched you completely.

He was so big, so thick inside you that your back was near fully arching clean off the bed, bowing to the rhythm that he set with his hands on your hips, guiding you, softly talking you through it.

“You wanna come for me sweetheart, hm? You can let it all go, it’s alright, I’ve got you.” At his words, you felt the telltale creep up your spine of that thick, sweet tension. The heat.

Your pussy convulsed on his cock, and Joel gritted his teeth, his hands fisted in the sheets by your head. He caged you in with his arms either side, and you knew by the tension in his shoulders — almost.

“Come for me.” It was an order, but spoken so softly it sounded like prayer. “Let me feel you,” Joel ground through his teeth, one hand carding through the soft strands of your hair.

And so he did, he felt you, as you sharply exhaled in a cry as you came. Joel’s body was a tether to the bed, to your life, his thrusts no longer steady, but erratic. Desperate.

He chased his own high, and you tightening on him had his eyes screwed shut, throat tight. Joel bit down on your shoulder, stubble harsh on your skin as he came, fingers still threaded — gripped — in your hair.

And God, those sounds that he made; a sweet litany of “fuck,” and your name from his mouth. They almost had you coming again, and you clenched as you felt his release, that slick warmth.

But then he slowed and eventually stilled, soft spasms of the aftershocks deep in your gut. A fine, slight shake took your body and you saw that Joel, too, trembled with his exertion, his pleasure.

He stayed in you long after your hearts had grown calm, and long after you should’ve cleaned up. You stayed there like that, his cock still in you — cockwarmed — until you both woke up later, and were still so entwined.

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[currentfications]

Ocean Eyes | Part 7

Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader

Synopsis: Battle Performance

Warning: Swearing, Suggestive Content

AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this one out, catching up on work and writer’s block is getting the best of me :( hope y’all like this one ^_^

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“Oh my god,” Minah squealed in excitement when the crew member delivered their lunch along with a bouquet of blue baby breaths. “These fans are really something, how’d they get around the security?”

Since the filming of the show, members of team BEBE had seen an influx of recognition, which had brought much joy to the dancers, who’s no longer overshadowed by the idols they usually work with. To the surprise of the girls, a blush tinted their team leader’s face as she stride across the room, reaching her hands out to take the bouquet off the brunette.

“Wait-” Minah whined as Bada held the bouquet up high, out of her reach, “-there’s a card, I wanna see what the fans wrote.”

“Nuh-uh,” Bada tutted, plucking the card from the middle of the bouquet. “Pretty sure this is only meant for my eyes.”

Ever the pot-stirrer, Tatter’s eyes lit up at the commotion. “Ohoho, pretty sure the blue flowers were meant for BEBE, unless you’re expecting a special delivery all for yourself?”

Bada was taken aback by the sudden intuitiveness from the girls, and at herself for accidentally letting it slip. Not that the girls would have any qualm with her little… fling, but she thought she had kept you two’s secret well. In the brief moment of Bada’s hesitation, the duo successfully ripped the card stock off their team leader’s fingers, giggling amongst themselves as they ran off to a corner.

“Dear team BEBE-”

Bada found herself exhaling a sigh of relief when she heard Minah reading out the first line of the card that it hadn’t been anything explicit- like a certain audio file that took up way too much storage in her head- only to immediately feel a small ping of disappointment that it wasn’t anything more. With that feeling, she immediately scolded herself for not sharing the excitement with the girls- after all, the whole point of this competition is to win as a team, right? It’s only natural that the gift was delivered to them as a group. With all that internal monologuing going on, Bada was not paying any attention to Minah’s reading of the rest of the card until Tatter popped up in front of her face.

“Why the long face?” With a knowing grin plastered on her face, Tatter decided to further press on the matter. After all it is highly unusual for their team leader to not be thoroughly celebrating the team’s success. Tatter narrowed her eyes at Bada’s silence. Suspicious, she’s decided.

Bada waved off the inquisitive look, plopping herself back onto the couch in the BEBE team room. She was just about to overthink herself into oblivion before recalling a certain conversation with you, pulled out her phone, and texted you instead. After all, you did tell her you don’t play games, and she highly doubts you’ll start trying to make her jealous for no good reason right before their Battle Performance.

Meanwhile in the Jam Republic team room, the four other girls are still getting their makeup and hair done by the makeup artists, while Latrice had entrusted you to perfect her curls.

“How’d I look?” Latrice spun around, brandishing a smile with her white top. You gently whacked her shoulder, spinning her back around so you can finish curling the last few segments of her hair.

Once you finished your handiwork, you guided her in front of the mirror, securing the last braid with an elastic. “Looking good, mama,” you gave her shoulders a tight squeeze, proud that your friend made it this far along in an international competition.

Latrice gleaned at your reflections. “I’m glad you’re here too, I’ve missed home so much these few months,” wetness started gathering in her eyes, and you quickly pulled out a tissue to dab at the corners of her eyes before her makeup needed to be redone.

“Then go,” you encouraged while patting her back, “take a break after today’s mission, I’ll book you a ticket for tonight.” You noticed that she’s lost weight since beginning filming the show- not only her actually, but almost every cast member. You made a mental note to check on Bada later. “The show can wait, so what if they don’t have enough footage- Harimu can probably fill up the whole run time with her personality alone.”

Latrice chuckled at the thought of Ms. Hype taking on more endorsements, she does have the perfect charisma for the job. “You reckon the rest of the team will be okay with that?” Latrice’s brows cinched together in worry, not wanting to become a burden to the group. You rolled your eyes at her silliness and pulled out your phone to book her a ticket. Of course the Jam Republic girlies are not going to have a problem with this, they all know that the show is just that, a show, and mental health needs to be prioritized over anything else.

A notification came through as you were finalizing the flight ticket- Bada had messaged you. You swiped the notification back up to finish the task at hand, forwarding the booking to Latrice. “There,” you turned your phone screen towards her, “now go slay the house down and I’ll pack your bags for you.”

“Thank you for that,” Latrice cooed, appreciative of the initiatives you’ve always taken with her. The door to the team room unlocked and the other Jam Republic members trickled in, and Latrice announced her departure to the group, earning a few understanding hums and sympathetic hugs from the team as you began to pack away a few items from the room you knew she’d need for the trip home.

Once the filming crew entered the room, you took a seat next to the staff members, making sure that you’re out of sight before the recording began. The energy in the back stage was buzzing as the muffled sound of the crowd slowly got louder with audiences pouring in. Brimming with excitement, the youngest of the pink team gave you a nervous smile, to which you responded with two thumbs up as a silent ‘you got it’ gesture.

Turning your attention to your phone, you pulled up the message from Bada.

Lovely 🩵: Where’s my flowers for good luck 🙁

You chuckled at the message, she sounded cute when she’s jealous.

Y/N: Wanted to give them to you myself, come to JR’s team room when you get the chance?

As the crowd erupted into cheers, you realized that your timing might’ve been a little off, as MC Daniel Kang announced the first pair of battlers. You sat back in your seat, watching intensely at the viewfinder, anticipating BEBE’s (Bada’s) performance.

When the camera zoomed in at a cheekily grinning Bada crouching off the stage, you let out a soft giggle at the sight. The giggles were quickly replaced by silence as the performance continued Bada peeked through the prop table, eventually leaning onto the table with one knee propped up, her tongue poking through the hollow of her cheeks. It’s such an innocent habit to have your thoughts thinking about anything but innocent. Which is probably why you were only absentmindedly watching WolfLo’s performance, definitely not because of the red smeared down Bada’s abs.

Latrice stole a glance at you as soon as that scene took place. She had seen it during their practice shoots, and had wondered how you would react to it. Watching your unfazed expression, she really wonders how the hell you always keep that poker face on, and where she can sign you up to play at Vegas next.

Truth is, you would be screeching and kicking your feet if there wasn’t filming around.

When Jam Republic were asked to get on stage next, you gave each one of them a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek before ushering them through the door. “Slay mamas,” you leaned against the door frame as they walked down the hall, round the corner, and disappeared from your line of sight.

As you were about to walk back into the room, a bloody hand grabbed you by the wrist. You almost threw your assailant over your shoulder before you heard the familiar voice. “You ignored my message,” a pout tugged at the corner of Bada’s lips as she shot puppy dog eyes at you, “didn’t know you’re the type to hit it and quit it.”

You smiled at her adorable frown, tilting her face up by her chin and planted a swift peck on her forehead. “Sorry, had something going on. You wanna come in?”

Bada shook her head, raising her stained red hands. “Gotta get these off before they stain me a permanent shade of pink,” she hesitated before continuing, “want to help me get them off?” Your bluntness must’ve definitely rubbed off on the dancer.

“Sure,” you tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ears, “let me finish Latrice’s stage and I’ll catch you in the changing room?”

Bada nodded and hummed, shuffling her way down the hall.

You finished packing a travel bag for Latrice in between jam Republic’s performances, a handy skill from the many times you had to pack a quick bag to leave home in the middle of the night, just in time to watch the vote counts. To your dismay, LadyBounce took the win with the audiences.

“Fuck them, if they don’t appreciate you guys I will,” was the first thing that came out of your mouth when the girls re-entered the room before you handed the Latrice and Kirsten a towel each. “I’ve packed your to-go bag, use my stuff when you get home,” you tossed Latrice your room keys as you made your way out the team room with a towel and a bouquet in hand. Latrice mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you waved her goodbye.

“Where’s she heading off in a rush?” Ling asked as the duo dried themselves, “with towel and flowers nonetheless?”

Glancing at the camera propped up in the corner of the room, Latrice shot a suggestive look at Ling instead. Luckily Mnet doesn’t have the legal right to film and distribute your likeness. “Someone else needs a towel.” It took Ling a second, but her eyes eventually widened as realization kicked in. “Glad she’s enjoying Korea I guess-”

“More like Korean cuisine,” Emma interjected, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Walking towards the changing room, you ignored the Jam Republic girls’ muffled cackling, knowing that there’s a good chance they’re teasing you. They were. But you didn’t really care as you had one important goal in mind as your pace quickened towards the door down the hall.

“You still need help?” You tapped your knuckles on the wooden door. You could hear some shuffling around in the room before the door creaked open, Bada peeking out at you with red smeared on her face.

Opening the door wider to let you into the room and locking the door behind you with a click, “definitely,” she muttered, as the red paint had taken over more than half of her upper body. You chuckled at the sight, Bada looking like an early Halloween decoration.

“Peonies for good luck,” you handed the bouquet to her before wetting a corner of the towel with a bottle of water you presumed is hers, judging by the red hand print covering the lid.

Bada tossed a wink at you.

“Peonies huh,” you turned around to Bada inches away from your face, “you know they don’t only mean good luck.”

Stealing a quick peck while she was pressed up against you, “hold still.” Your words sent chills down Bada’s spine, and she’s certain that it’s not caused by your usual icy tone- she’d gotten used to that by now.

“Or what?” Reveling in the victory, the dancer is feeling cheekier than usual. The corner of her lips curled up with mischievous intent before she bit down on her lower lips, looking through her lashes at you with ulterior motives.

“Or-” you paused to take a good look at her, drinking in the sight. Her hair messy from the dance off, strands cling onto her face with sweat. Streaks of red ran down her neck, trailing towards her sports bra, another set of handprints swiped across her abs. Tracing a red line on her throat towards her collarbone, stopping right above her sternum, you held her by the shoulder and guided her down to sit on the bench. Leaning forward, with a tone barely above a whisper, “-or you’ll be stained.” With the damp towel, you got to work wiping the ink off Bada, starting from her face.

Bada huffed in annoyance, rolled her eyes, and pulled you onto her lap by your lower waist. “Don’t be a tease,” her voice is now deep, laced with danger that almost mimicked yours.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” you continued to wipe off more streaks off her cheeks, working your way lower as you straddled yourself onto her lap.

“Who says I can’t?”

“Mnet,” you deadpanned. Tilting her chin up to work on her neck, you noticed her swallowing hard as you readjusted yourself on top of her.

Bada squinted at you through her lashes, endeared by your concentration in getting the stains off her, whilst simultaneously irritated by you not giving in.

It took every ounce of self control you have to pounce on her flawless skin.

All it took for you to break was a husky plea that escaped her plump lips, “… please?”

You glanced up at her flushed cheeks, gaze still fixated on your through her half lidded eyes, lower lip bitten red from her anxiety tics- fuck Mnet, they can have her back later, you can blame it on wardrobe malfunctions. Pressing your lips against the base of her neck, you gently nibbled a trail up her throat, relishing in the moans she gave out when you licked her sweet spots.

Gripping you by the hair, Bada hungrily pulled your lips into hers, sliding her tongue between your teeth in one fell swoop. Her lips tasted of the peach lip gloss MAC had applied on her. Being the biter that she is, Bada didn’t hesitate to give you a nip when you got distracted by her taste, demanding your full attention to tonguing her down. You complied and decided to kiss her stupid since she had asked so politely.

Bada parted from you after what felt like minutes, catching her breath as she leaned her forehead against yours, her taste still lingering on the top of your tongue. Her cheeky smile grew wider as you two just sat like that for a while, breathing each other in, “do we have time for round two?”

“Only if you sit still and let me clean the rest of you off,” you picked up the towel that had been discarded in the heat of the moment.

Tag list: @bada-lee-ily @lil-elliesgf @rubywonu @wiselight

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[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me

Here’s the first fic that’s part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there's a new fic every tuesday!

January

MASTERLIST

“Daddy, you made my bun lopsided!”

All Jack could do was sigh and redo his daughter’s hair again. They were going to be late if they kept this up. It was January, and it was the first day of school from winter break.

“Ok, Jayla, is this better?” Jack watched as she turned in her seat on top of the bathroom counter. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face as she tapped her pointer finger to her chin as she inspected her hair. “A LOT BETTER!”

“Thank god!” Jack said as he lifted her off the counter. If they didn’t leave in the next 5 minutes, she was going to be late. “Ok, soldier, I need you to go put on your shoes and wait for daddy at the door.”

Jayla stood at attention “Sir, yes sir!” She saluted him before taking off down the hall and towards her room. Moments later Jack hears her feet running back towards him, Jayla popped her head back into the bathroom “Thank you for doing my hair, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, mamas.”

The drive to school was pretty quiet other than the sounds of Jayla playing with her Bratz dolls in the backseat. Jack heard the little girl let out a deep dramatic sigh as he pulled into the school parking lot. He ignored the sigh as he got out the car to open her door, knowing what was coming next.

As he opened the door, Jayla sighed again but louder.

“Daddy…” Jayla said in almost a whine

“Yes, mamas.” Jack said while still unbuckling her out of her seat.

“Can I miss one day of school please?!” Jack had to give it to her, the puppy dog eyes were top notch. But he knew better than to give in. “You can’t, Jay. We’ve talked about this.”

Out of the car now, Jayla stomped her foot on the pavement and crossed her arms. “Why do you get to stay home all day and I can’t?!” She exclaimed looking up at him with her hands now on her hips. Jack bent down to her eye level.

“I’m at home working—“

“I can work from home too!”

All Jack could do was drop his head in a sigh, wishing her mother was here for moments like this.

“There’s things teachers can teach you that daddy can’t. It’s only for a couple hours.” Jack watched as Jayla continued to pout in front of him.

“And remember how excited you were when you found out you were getting a new teacher!” Jayla’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! Because Miss Brown had a baby!” She exclaimed

“Exactly, so if you don’t go you’ll miss out on the chance to meet her!”

Jayla starts bouncing on her toes before grabbing Jack’s hand and starts dragging him towards the entrance of the school.

“C’mon, slow poke!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that as he followed behind her.

JACKHARLOW

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urbanwyatt: took you long enough

user: Jack come out of retirement

user: does anyone know why he doesn’t make music anymore

user: ok you ate

user: sooo cute

user: this nice and all but dude we haven’t heard new music from you in years

“Jack, you sure you don’t want to hold on to this track, it's fire!” His long-time engineer, Nickie Jon asked him.

Jack just shook his head. He was happy with being a ghostwriter. Less pressure.

“But, Jack—“ the sound of Jack’s phone ringing interrupted whatever Nickie was going to say next. Jack breathed a sigh of relief before pulling his phone out his pocket.

Bloom Elementary School

Jack immediately answered the phone.

“Hello?” Jack said as he started grabbing his things. The school has never called him. Not even once.

“Hello. Mr. Harlow. I’m Miss Love, Jayla’s first grade teacher.”

Jack knew who she was, well kinda. The school was always sending daily emails. Reminders on how Jayla was doing, upcoming PTA meetings etc. So he remembers the email about Jayla’s class getting a new teacher after winter break. Back when Jack was in the public eye, he was more involved with the school since he was an alumni. The last few years Jack didn’t do many public appearances at the school, but would still anonymously donate money. He couldn’t stand the stares and whispers and people feeling sorry for him.

“Is everything alright?” Jack asked in a slight panic. His hand was already on the doorknob ready to leave. He was getting flashbacks to four years ago when his life changed drastically.

“She’s fine, I promise.”

Jack felt like a weight had been lifted as he released the breath he was holding. “Fuck, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Mr. Harlow.” She practically scolded him over the phone.

“Sorry, sorry! You just scared me, that's all.” Jack ran his hand through his already curls. Jack leaned against the door of his home studio. He felt like he needed to pick his heart up from the ground.

“No I’m sorry, I really should’ve opened with something better.” Miss Love said, sounding apologetic.

“It’s okay, how can I help you, Miss Love?”

“I was wondering if I could have a meeting with you after school? Jayla got into an altercation at school during recess.”

“Uh what? Jayla got in a fight?” Jack questioned. That did not sound like his child.

He listened as Miss Love cleared her throat before speaking again which made Jack stand up straighter. Yeah, Jayla was a tad bit sassy, and could be a chatter box but she had never gotten into any sort of trouble at school. She was very kind and was always nice to everyone around her. He couldn’t imagine her getting into a fight.

“She pushed another classmate at the playground, and while it wasn’t unwarranted I want to try to avoid this happening again in the future.”

Jack took a hand and rubbed his temples. “Yeah, of course. Can we talk today, after school?”

“Sounds good, see you soon Mr. Harlow.”

“Thanks for calling, Miss Love.”

When Jack was younger he always dreamed of settling down In Louisville and having kids with the person he loved. 

Jack met Jayla’s mother, Alyssa backstage at one of his concerts and it was love at first sight. They dated for a couple years before she ended up pregnant. They were only 22 years old, one of his first hits WHATS POPPIN was topping the charts. They say the best moments in life are completely unexpected. While they were scared of bringing a baby into the world when they were both so busy, they couldn’t be happier. 

The first couple months after Jayla was born were tough. With Jack’s schedule getting busier and busier and her Alyssa going through postpartum, the two spent many nights staying awake and crying together.

Jack’s parents tried to help out the best she could but while Jack and Alyssa were grateful for all the help they didn’t want to be so dependent on them. 

Thankfully, things did get easier for them and they were on track to raising a beautiful and wonderful baby girl. If you had told Jack back then that years later he would unexpectedly become a single father, he would have laughed in your face.

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Being a teacher wasn’t always on Ariel Love’s vision board. She had dreams of becoming a writer. It wasn’t until she was offered a student teacher position in college that she fell in love with teaching. That's where she found out that working with kids was the most fun and rewarding job ever. 

Ariel was born in Kentucky but moved to DC when she was only a little girl. It wasn’t till her principal at her old school presented her with a job opportunity to teach first grade back in Kentucky that she decided to move. During her interview with Bloom Elementary, they loved her background in writing and her work experience that they decided to hire her. 

She has never taught her own class before, having always been a teacher’s assistant. That being said, she was very excited for her first day. 

She had no idea that she was going to have to call home to one of her kids on her very first day. Miss Brown, the class's former teacher, had left notes on her kids so that she knew what she was working with. Ariel was shocked when she had to stop Jayla Harlow from hurting another child, Miss Brown only had positive things to say about her. 

Even now it was hard to believe that the little girl who was sitting at her desk coloring had almost got in a fight today. 

After the situation at recess, Ariel had heard whispers about Jayla’s father. Apparently, he used to be some super hot big time rapper before he suddenly retired and fell off the face of the earth. None of the whispers could prepare her for when he walked into her classroom. Walking in wearing a gray new balance tracksuit with new balance to match. A gold KY chain dangled around his neck and it looked identical to the one Jayla was wearing today. He had a beautiful set of bright blue eyes, with a scruffy beard and a head full of messy curls that looked like he was constantly running his fingers through. 

Their eyes met for a second before he walked over to Jayla’s desk to greet her. Ariel watched as he pulled Jayla into his chest for an embrace and placed a kiss on her forehead. She couldn’t hear what he whispered in her ear but she could hear Jayla’s silent reply “okay, daddy.” Before quietly plopping back down in her seat. 

Ariel stood from her seat as Mr. Harlow walked towards her. “Thank you for stopping by, Mr Harlow.” She said as she extended her hand for him to shake, and immediately noticed there was no ring on his finger. She felt her face get warm as his large hand grabbed hers. 

“Uh, please call me Jack. I’m not even thirty yet so Mr. Harlow makes me feel old.”

“Ok, Jack. And since we’re going to be on a first name basis, you can call me Ariel.”

“Ariel,” he said slowly. “Like the mermaid?”

She could help but laugh at that. “Yes, exactly like the mermaid.”

She then motioned towards the seat in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“First, I just wanted to apologize for this morning. Definitely didn’t mean to scare you with the call.” Ariel began to ramble. 

Jack just shook his head and waved away her apology. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“You said on the phone that she pushed someone?”

Ariel sat up straighter at her desk. “Yes. While I’ve only been Jayla’s teacher for about…” she looked down at her watch “five hours now, I can already tell she’s a wonderful student. Miss Brown only had the best things to say about her. One of our classmates was bothering a little girl from the kindergarten class, she did use her words before pushing the child. I’ve spoken to both of their parents about the situation as well."

“It won’t happen again, I’ve always taught her to keep her hands to herself. Right, Jayla?” Jack said before turning around and giving his daughter a stern look. 

Jayla lifted her head up at the call of her name. “Right, but daddy they were being mean to Nova…so I’m not that sorry! ” Jayla exclaimed 

Jack immediately turned back towards Ariel. “The student was Nova Wyatt?” 

While she wasn’t supposed to give out this information, she figured that there was no point in lying to him. 

“Yes, I assume you know her?”

“Yeah, I’m her godfather, and Nova’s dad is Jayla’s”

Jack sighed and placed his head in hands for a moment. He then lifted his head to speak again. “Shit, I’m sorry. Is there going to be any disciplinary actions for Jayla?” He asked before taking a look at Jayla before looking at Ariel once more.

Ariel narrowed her eyes at him for cursing again before shaking her head no. “Between me and you, Jayla was really upset about the situation. She immediately understood what she did was wrong. She’s not a bad kid, just protective over the people she loves.”

She watched as Jack nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I really appreciate it, is that all?” He asked as he went to stand. 

Ariel nodded and grabbed a purple sticky note and wrote her number down. “As you know, I of course have your number because it’s in Jayla’s file but I wanted to give you mine.” She handed Jack her number and tried to ignore the small spark she felt when his fingers grazed hers as he took the slip 

“My line is always open. You can ask me anything pertaining Jayla or about school events coming up. I can even send you little updates about her throughout the day.”

Jack smiled while looking at the note, loving the way she dotted her i’s with hearts. “Thanks, I’ll definitely reach out about school related things. I would love updates about Jayla, I miss her during the day.”

“You can even text me even if it’s not about school events.” Ariel blurted out, jesus first day of teaching and she’s already making a fool out of herself in front of a parent. At least this one is cute.

Jack could tell she was embarrassed but there was no reason too because he was planning on doing that anyway. “Hm, I think I will.” He told her with a smirk on his face. 

Ariel’s face warmed at that. “I think that’s all. You and Jayla are free to go.”

She watched as Jack grabbed Jayla’s Bratz backpack and swung it over his shoulders as they walked towards the door. 

“BYE, Miss, Love! See you tomorrow. I won’t push anyone tomorrow, I promise!” Jayla told her with a wave

She tried to hold in her laughter. “Bye, Jayla! We’ll have a better day tomorrow, I’m sure.” She gave the two one last wave before tending to the paperwork on her desk. 

Ariel could help but smile huge at the exchange she heard outside her door. 

“Daddy, were you flirting with Miss Love?”

“Will you quiet down?”

there was a beat of silence. 

“well…were you?”

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[pankowperfection]

Worth the Wait

God, his stylist knew what they were doing when they dressed him this morning. Rudy was always sexy, but something about the wild colors on his polo mixed with the tight denim was driving you crazy.

The look screamed young and carefree, perfectly messy hair and those damn sunglasses he kept chewing on the end of. Watching him smile and pose with fans made your heart melt, so happy that everyone loved JJ as much as both of you did.

You swear he's teasing you on purpose. Flashing his sexiest smirk for the cameras. His eyes shift to you standing on the sidelines, raking over your barely concealed body in your crop top and jean shorts. The photographers shout to get his attention and he turns back to face them, sticking out his tongue while the fans scream in the background.

As he steps off the carpet, pushing his sunglasses back into place, he catches you checking him out. He flashes his signature grin, dimple on display as he waggles his eyebrows, making you laugh but also making you wish you could sneak away somewhere for a quickie.

After a whirlwind afternoon you finally find yourselves alone, sitting on two folding chairs and drinking some water. Absentmindedly he places his ring adorned hand on your bare thigh, sparks shooting under your skin straight to your core. "Rudy..." you sigh, biting your lip while pressing your thighs together for relief.

"What is it princess?" He turns to face you fully, blue eyes raking over your face to see what was the matter.

"You're driving me crazy."

Again he grins, slowly grazing the tips of his fingers further up your thigh. "Oh really? Well I just thought I'd return the favor since you've forced me to hide a hard on all day."

When he reaches the edge of your shorts you suck in a sharp breath, so into the moment you don't even care that you're out in the open where anyone could see.

"Baby please. I need you."

"Not here, come on." He stands, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet.

You both walk quickly, trying not to look suspicious but unable to contain your giggles.

He makes a sudden turn, your body crashing into his before he has you pinned against the wall.

"Such a bad girl. Can't even wait until we get home," he murmurs into your ear, nose ghosting down over your neck and making your shiver.

"You better cum fast, I have to make another appearance in 10 minutes."

Wasting no time his hand dives below your waistband, fingers eagerly searching for your clit and starting to rub it in harsh circles. You rise onto your tip toes, crashing your lips to his to keep your moans quiet.

Two fingers dip lower, probing your entrance before sliding all the way inside. He curls them expertly, each thrust making the band in your stomach wind tighter.

"Fuck Rudy, feels so good." One hand grips the base of his neck for support, the other reaching for the straining zipper of his pants, starting to stroke him through the material.

"Shit sweetheart, gonna make me go back out there with cum in my pants?" He doubles his efforts, each pass of his thumb over your sensitive nub making pleasure shoot through your system.

"Mmm baby, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it y/n, soak my fingers. Come on."

He silences you with a kiss just in time, orgasm washing over as your legs threaten to give out. As soon as you catch your breath you drop to your knees, freeing him from his pants just enough to swallow him whole.

"Oh fuck," he groans, hands flying to the wall for support as you start to bob your head quickly. Your tongue teases his tip, each flick making him shudder. In almost no time at all you feel him tense in your mouth, warm release painting your tongue white.

You lick him clean, tucking him away and redoing his zipper before playfully swatting him on the ass. He makes sure you're watching as he licks his fingers, moaning at the taste of you on his skin.

"Just wait until we get home, you have no idea all the things I'm gonna do to you."

You grin, lacing your fingers together as you start to head back to the main event.

"You better make it worth the wait."

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[reikarimaaa]

hello !!! i hope you’re doing well ! may i request phase 3 murdoc & his daughter just chilling/hanging out? tysm in advance !!!

Dear Anon: Thanks for the request! I’ve been meaning to do this. And I’ve been practicing writing lately and I hope that it’s better than my old stuff. Anyways, enjoy, my dear Anon.! (and I hope you don’t mind that his daughter is a baby, aha.)

Reika’s notes while writing this : dear god. This is angsty… ugh curse my shlop of a brain. if you want me to redo this, don’t forget to tell me, I’m in too deep to rewrite the entirety of this.

Phase 3 : Murdoc and his baby girl

The sun, the sea, the plastic.

That’s what his baby girl would speak her first words, walk her first steps, inhale her first breath of air.

Walking around with his child slung across the front of him, keeping his eyes of the path, or the lack of one ahead, he was sure that this girl,

his girl,

would have a better start in life than the one he had. No, he couldn’t even bear the thought of hurting her. It was always a looming thought in his head, if he was capable enough to look after a child, a young one at that, when he could barely look after himself.

Finally, a better spot.

The sun had been enticing him for an outside walk, and he can’t leave his child with faceache again; if that bastard gets her sick he’ll kill him, but he needs the wanker to sing. Oh well. At least some form of connection could blossom from this.

Sitting down near the coastline, he took a look down, down to the baby sling where his child was sleeping. He sighed. She’s gotten her father’s mold-colored skin, soft tufts of hair on her head, and small little lashes to compliment her little face.

Taking her small little body out of the sling and into his hands, she’s a petite little thing. He’d already knew of this, but he couldn’t wrap around the thought that his child was this small.

He holds her closer, still.

Holding his child against his chest, he, and whatever singing talent his smoker voice could muster, croons of a melody. He’d never have known where it originated from, but it was always there. Sitting tight in his head.

Maybe it’s going to get better for her. Growing up to have a fulfilling life, something like that.

If he was denied that chance young, at least his baby girl could have that.

And that’s fair enough for him.

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Can you please talk more about oprah being unhealed? If you have time

Sure. TW for childhood sexual abuse, colorism, and child abuse.

So, while I am heavily critical of Oprah Winfrey as Oprah Winfrey the billionaire, I do hold a great deal of empathy for her as Oprah Winfrey the black woman. Like Tyler Perry, I think this facade of togetherness that she forcibly pushes out to the world is the one thing holding her together.

I had to redo some research because I heard the things I know about her a while ago, but I wanted to get them straight. I'll put the sources below. But Oprah grew up in rural poverty. She wore potato sacks for dresses and was dealing with bullying as well as an abusive grandmother.

She was repeatedly molested by her 19-year old cousin, uncle, and a family friend. As Oprah said: "At nine and 10 and 11 and 12 years old, I was raped by my 19-year-old cousin. I didnt know what rape was. I certainly wasnt aware of the word. I had no idea what sex was, I had no idea where babies came from, I didn`t even know what was happening to me," (wikipedia)

She was six when she had to go live with her mother. And this happened:

Oprah's mother was working as a housemaid at the time, and Oprah can still clearly recall the evening of her arrival at the home in which her mother had a room.

"I remember the first night entering into that house and being told that I wouldn't be able to sleep with my mother and I wouldn't be able to sleep inside the house," Oprah says. "There was a little foyer/porch before you actually got inside the house. I was put outside to sleep there."

Oprah was initially confused by the command, but she later realized that it had to do with race. "My mother was boarding with this very light-skinned black woman who could have passed for white… I could tell instantly when I walked in the room that she didn't like me. It was because of the color of my skin," Oprah says. "I don't know how I knew that, but I did." (source)

She ran away at 13, got pregnant and lost her baby at the age of 14, and years later when she was in her 20s, she revealed the abuse she suffered to her family, only to not be believed.

Oprah is nearly 70 years old and still broke down while talking about the past years of abuse. I don't presume to remotely understand the toll that child sexual abuse takes on a person. I wouldn't dare even insult victims of it by trying to even suggest I know. So that she still has trauma with her is very reasonable. But it is that Oprah speaks often as though she has overcome this through her faith.

And I just don't believe that. You can argue that her obsession with producing black pain (e.g. Precious, For Colored Girls, The Color Purple, The Women of Brewster Place, etc.) are all tales that both help her heal as well as tell stories about the will of black people, specifically women, and how much we survive and push through. But these stories always so hyper focused on the pain. The actors play their roles with an uncomfortable and unnecessary amount of rawness that borders trauma porn.

And this is all my opinion, of course. I don't presume to know Oprah or what's knocking around in her head. But more succinctly put, I think Oprah is only able to truly face the trauma of her past through these stories of other people. She can only really shed tears and really grieve the loss of her childhood through other people's stories. She leans towards stories of black pain because they are mirrors of herself. Religion was all she had. She's said several times that her belief in God is what got her through her worst times. But when you rely so heavily on this thing that requires all the heavy lifting on your end (believing without ever being given proof), you are going to neglect the part of you that needs to be angry. That needs to be vulnerable and critical.

I think for Tyler and Oprah, they think (or know) that if they let themselves be too vulnerable and admit their moments of doubt in the only thing that ever got them through it all, they might crumble in a second.

*I also want to emphasize that Orpah was not credited in For Colored Girls and allegedly did not want Tyler Perry to make the rendition since it was a story about black women. But upon giving her own feedback, she was then on board with it. So she was more of an unofficial consultant. I checked IMDb and Wikipedia and did not see her formally credited.

[shigironkii]

With A Flick

Word Count: 3,033

Authors note: i had to redo my tumblr due to loosing the password to riddles-and-diddles, but good news! Did this kinda angsty fic based on eddie going to arkham and his s/o reaction to it! 😊💕 i might do a part two if alot of people like it!

Warnings: angst, saddness, its a pain fic

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Heartbreak.

Betrayal.

Its all you could feel when Edward didn't show up to your apartment that night he shot and killed falcone. When his boyish face was all over the news and morning, how many people fawned for him, how many people hated him.

You? 

You didn't know what to feel. You felt hurt, lost, angry. Hurt that he would do this to you, leave you. Lost because you lost your only anchor from gothams grips. Anger for betraying you like this. 

His real name was Edward Nashton. Thirty six years old, working as a forensic accountant. While your Parker, worked apparently at a local library. But you knew now it was a lie. It all was.

You missed work the next day, the following day, until you were threatened to get fired for pulling this shit. Eyes were dead when helping people, hands shake with pain, seeing happy couples made you break down in tears. That should've been you and par- edward. 

Whatever were you now? Were you part of his plan? To seem more normal than what he appeared to be? To not let people or you apparently, that he was the fucking RIDDLER? 

It was six o'clock when your phone buzzed in your apron, checking the caller id and only seeing 'NO CALLER ID'. 

You ignored it the first time, groaning until it buzzed more in your pocket, picking it up with anger as you answered, hidden in the backrooms.

"WHAT-" 

"Hello, this is Arkham Asylum, calling [number here], you have a call from Edward Nashton. Press one to answer."

You hesitated before the better part of your judgment could strangle you to death, but you pressed one. 

"One moment," the robot answered, ringing went through your head as you felt sick. 

How would this go? Would you be able to handle it?

It finally stopped ringing the third time when you heard faint sobbing and giggles. 

Oh god, was he.. okay? What the hell was going on? 

"Pa-" you stopped yourself, "edward..?"

He stopped abruptly, heavy breathing on the other end.

"H-hey [y/n]," he said, voice shaking.

Hearing his voice made you burst into tears, you've been holding onto them for a couple of weeks now, trying to be tougher than what you led on. You sobbed and sobbed, shaking as you wanted to yell at him, scream. For doing this to you, for hurting what little happiness you had left.

"Baby," 

"DON'T call me that," you snapped, something he never had to hear until now. "You fucking lied to me, you lied and kept going until your parade was over! Do you know how it feels to not trust your other half anymore? If we're even together still-"

"[Y/n], please.." he started sobbing again, hearing the last part broke his heart. He couldn't lose you, he lost Batman, he can't lose you now. 

"No! How long have you've been doing this? How many other girls huh? Was it a distraction for your sick pleasures?" You hissed, your voice was threatening to break now.

"No! Just- just listen.. i- i just need to see you." He begged.

"I bet you said that to your other whores." You snapped.

"SHUT UP! just SHUT UP!" He snapped now,"I protected you from this shit of a city, I risked killing people for YOU. THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SEE ME!" 

your breath was ragged and uneven, his was better at all. The two of you were silent before more sobs could be heard from the other line. Part of you didnt want this, didn't want to follow him in the dark, knowing what this could do for you and your life. But.. the other part of you needed him, for once in your pathetic life, you felt loved and cared for. Only him. Only he gave it to you without something tied to it. 

"Okay." You said, defeated. 

He couldn't help the laughter that left his mouth, happiness bloomed in his chest. 

"Okay, okay.. what time? Visiting is mainly whenever, maybe.. maybe you could access my bank and pull out a hundred to convince them to let me see you in per-"

He was getting too far for this, guessing he forgot he lied to you for months now. 

"Hey, hold on. Maybe.. just over the glass I can see you for now. Maybe." 

He felt a little heart broken when you shot down the idea of seeing him face to face, being able to hold you. But.. this was better than nothing really. 

"Okay.. I love you." He said, holding his breath as he waited for you to say it back. 

You waited for what felt like ever, until your mind broke and more tears went down.

"I-i love you.." you said pitifully. 

You two said your good-bye's and hung up, feeling a tightness in your chest as you tried to even your breathing, what the fuck were you doing? Did you want the GCPD and the fucking BATMAN to question you? Were you.. actually still in love with him?

You dissociated throughout your shift, making 'yep's and 'mhm's sound as realistic as possible for everyone. One of your co-workers, Kaitlyn, did not believe what you put on for the world, coming to you after you hung up your apron. 

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Hm? Nothing?" You said, not looking at her.

She pressed close to you, hand on your shoulder as she rubbed it gently. 

"You know I'm here for you. I uhm.. I'm guessing the Riddler guy killed someone you loved?" She questioned from the blue.

"No- no.. just.. someone lied to me about who they were.." you said, playing with the strings on your dress. 

Kaitlyn nodded, "here's my number," she passed a receipt with her number, "i'm here for you, [y/n]. I care." 

You took it with no words, leaving the place silent and quiet as if nothing was spoken. You still had Edward's old car, beaten up and some parts gone, but he let you borrow it when you had to go to work.. on that night.. not questioning why he won't take you like always.

The car starts up, as soon as it does, you feel more tears threaten to spill, nearly moving down a couple as you drive off with anger and pain in your heart.

Coming home felt empty like it did now. No happy parker waiting for you with kisses, no hugs. Just you. All here, cold and alone. 

Maybe the visit could help you, could help him. But.. did you want to still be with him? You now knew what he would do with his free time, how he was brutal. But.. they were also corrupted people, who took from him and you (technically). You didn't know, and while thinking everything over, you felt nauseous and felt bile start to come up. 

Running to the bathroom, throwing up everything, you heaved and heaved until everything was gone. Oh how pa- edward would hold your hair back and gently stroke you. He'd be so lovely.. oh god.. 

This won't be easy. 

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You dragged your feet with each day, dreading to go to Arkham to see Him. 

See how they treated him, his sorrowful eyes.. god, this wasn't going to be easy. 

Maybe you should.. bribe the guards. To hug him, tell him you're here for him and you love him. But still, the sane part told you to leave him there to rot, to never touch you or love you again. 

The bile began to rise again, quickly holding your stomach as you got off early that afternoon, running to the car and starting it. 

It wasn't until when you tried to find the tylenol did you stumble on a photo.. of you two. 

It was you, holding him by the cheeks with both hands, his face squished and blushing with a new years hat and sweater, your eyes closed and a dumb, happy smile plastered on your face. 

You slumped in the car, locking the doors, as your eyes kept on the photo. He wasn't bad, to you at least. No man who hurted you would constantly apologize if he hurted you, if what he said was wrong to you. He loved you. You knew he had a rough upcoming, never going into details. But you knew now, as well as the whole city. 

The drive there was tedious and long, hands shaking and skin so cold even with the heater blasting full. 

It was winter time, barely snow but the frozen air could still be painful. But Edward always made sure.. you were warm.. oh god. 

Getting to the Asylum, taking deep breaths, you pulled out what little cash you could get pulled, knowing this was in case things went okay. That you could see him in person to make him happy. Only if it went okay, you assured yourself. You had to stay strong for this, for you. 

The cold air bit you harshly as you stepped out, walking towards the building. 

Going inside, it felt.. inhuman. Not somewhere people belonged. Not where- no. Be sane. 

"Hello," you said, voice cracking as you cleared your throat.

The lady looked up to you, eyes dead as she looked back down to her phone, "who are we seeing today."

"E-Edward Nashton." You said, breathy as you played with your fingers, cuticles to be exact. You began to bleed a tad. 

The lady glanced back up at you, a very questionable look, and before you could think, your hand instinctively reached for the hundred you kept, sliding it under the glass as you looked at her. 

"Please. This is.. needed." You said with desperation in your voice.

The lady quickly grabbed the money, looking at you with a more questionable look than anyone in your life has given you. But it didn't matter, you just.. needed to see Him. For answers, for.. anything at this rate. 

The guards got you when the lady called them, saying that it's 'for a situation', keywording around the system to prevent anyone else knowing. Jesus, maybe Edward had a point, evrrythings corrupt. Even when it's supposed to help you. 

The long walk to his cell was.. scary. The walls held no personality other than harm and hate. The screams and laughter from other inmates when you came in only made your skin crawl. God, if he could hold you right now. 

"Nashton," the guard hit his cell door with a bat, disturbing him from his book as he glanced back at the guards with irritation. "You got a visitor," he said, moving out of the way from you.

To him, you looked.. sick. Eyes were dead than what they normally were, happy and lovely, but.. you didn't seem you. Not anymore. Not who he fell in love with, who viewed the world with such high care, now it seemed to only die. And it was his fault. And god, if he could go back and just tell you. Tell you what he was doing, who he truly was. What his purpose was. 

You gave a nervous wave, when the guard gripped your shoulder tightly, bending down to whisper in your ear, "be careful. Hes hurt plenty of people here already, with his sick friend." 

You nodded before he patted your shoulder, "you got an hour before a nurse comes and gets him, have fun." 

You nodded again, words leaving your throat, "thank you."

You stepped in, immediately hearing the doors close to his cell, now you were locked in. For an hour. 

Panic and fear began to seep in as he got close to you, gently trying to find where the boundaries were. 

He never had to worry about that with you, not.. until now. 

"Angel.." he said, breathlessly, as he hugged you tightly, hands grasping at your sweater as he sobbed. 

You hugged him back, probably not as tight as him, but tears still went down your face. To feel him again, to hear him.. oh god, did you miss this. Miss him.

You finally caved in, the sick part of you, taking over as you cradled him and held him with such gentleness. As if he never blew up gothams sea walls, didnt kill the mayor, the DA. 

No words were spoken, just his gentle sobs and your breathing. 

That was, until you spoke first.

"Why did you lie to me?" You said, so broken and sad. 

He looked up, glasses fogged and had tears on them, he sucked in his lip as he tried to speak.

"It's- i- i just.. it was too much, you weren't supposed to be in my life. I was alone for so long.. I didn't, I didn't think anyone would care for me. Then it- it got too much, then you.. i.. fuck." 

He breathed, looking at you.

"God, i'm so sorry angel, i'm so sorry. You didnt- you don't- i-" he said but couldn't finish as you shushed him.

"Parker- ed.. ward. I wouldn't have left you. I would have.. I don't know. I don't know! But.. i can't.. you can't lie to me." You said, stern as much as you could be.

He nodded.

"You said.. you hated liars, don't be one with me." You said, gripping his jaw, not too rough but enough to enforce what you were saying.

He nodded furiously, tears still spilling down.

"I'll tell you everything, no matter what. I'll tell you. No more lies." He sounded pathetic nearly, begging as if you were to kill him.

You softened, you finally smiled at him! Your wonderful smile.. god it did things to him. 

He felt your fingers drop from his jaw, but cup his face with such gentleness he loved ever so. How your hands were so warm and loving. 

You looked at him softly, the tesrs were still there, but that love stare.. god. It was.. godly. 

"Are you still going to leave me like he did?" He asked, broken and scared.

You sighed. 

"I won't lie.. I don't know. This is too much for me, but.. I can't leave you. You mean so much to me, edward." He smiled at that, how sick it made him feel but he loved it. 

Enough to lean in and kiss your soft lips, how dry they were but still made him melt so bad. He tasted of stale coffee, hospital food, and toothpaste, but it was still him. It made you still for a second, making Edward regret it as he pulled back.

But you only grabbed his arms and pulled him in close to you, arms wrapped around his body as he tried to deepen the kiss. 

You pulled back a tad, the movement breaking his heart as he gave you a worried look. 

"What-" 

"Not.. now. I just.. we gotta start at square one again. Know each other more, y'know eddie?" 

He nodded slowly, part of him was.. angry. That you suddenly didn't want this now. But he knew, he knew he messed up. These were his consequences. 

Instead, you got up, grabbing his hand as you met him towards the sorry excuse they had for a bed, letting him sit down and rest his head on you. 

It was all quiet, but it felt nice. Edward played with your fingers, noticing the dried blood on you cuticle, rubbing it gently.

"What happened..?" He gently asked, looking up at you.

"I got nervous getting here honestly.. afraid about what would happen."

"What would.. what?" He asked, eyes full of curiosity and fear. 

"Incase.. we didn't work out. This, did not work."

"Why wouldnt it?"

You sighed, running your hand through your hair.

"Because.. i don't know if i'm ready to throw away my life yet. What you did.. i know why, and i can't blame you, but.. what if i was thrown in arkham-"

"I wouldn't let that happen. Not to you." He sternly said, looking at you. 

Now was his turn to be honest.

"I'd still love you even if I did turn to crime, even when, yknow, it isn't, but you get it right?"

You couldn't help the giggles that escaped, god how adorable he was.

"I know, baby."

The word, 'baby', melted his heart to a puddle, a love struck a smile on his face.

"I love you, angel." He said, still looking at you as he pushed a stray of hair from your face.

"I love you, too." You said, kissing his nose and hearing his cute whine made you melt badly. 

Thinking now, with him, you really couldn't leave him. He meant more than what you had known, seeing him happy in a place like this.. not when he needed you. Wanted you. 

Like no one else had. 

The guard suddenly came towards the door, tapping it lightly, guessing it was from the idea that you two mightve had sexual ideas for the time. 

"Time's up!" He said, unlocking the door.

You saw Edward's face contort to sadness and anger, anger you guessed from the guard taking you away from him. You quickly gave him a kiss on his nose, getting up and doing your clothes right again.

"Ill see you soon, okay?" You said, bending over and looking at his gentle green eyes.

He nodded, a loopy smile on him as he sighed.

"I'll count the days, till then." He promised, watching you kiss his cheek before leaving with the man. 

It was some time when it went quiet, the eeriness making Edward's skin crawl, before his new friend chirped in.

"Guess your girl finally sees who you are, huh?" He said.

"Yeah," he said, with a smile on his face still, "she's sure something. I can't wait to see her again." 

"Be careful, ed," he said, tuting, "some people have different motives, even when we love 'em." 

He scrunched his face, no way were you like that.

"It's not- no. She's not like that." He said. 

"Just be careful, friend." 

Even with the warning his friend gave him, you still stuck on his mind. The gentle kiss, your love. God it helped him. More than you could think. 

#edward nashton #batman 2022 #riddler year one #riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #my writing

[firstaidspray]

OC Tag - Song Challenge

step 1 →create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew

step 2 → list 5 songs that inspired (or capture the feel of) your oc. if you chose multiple, feel free to pick your favorite or do songs for all of ‘em! (and feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

I decided I wanted to redo this and put it under a readmore without the meanings lol, and do it for a couple more of my ocs because they have really really good playlists and I'd like to share some of that with you all. Even if you don't care. Too bad.

Reverie (The Righteous Gemstones)

1. Bitch by Meredith Brooks

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease / I'm a goddess on my knees / When you hurt, when you suffer / I'm your angel undercover / I've been numb, I'm revived / Can't say I'm not alive / You know I wouldn't want it any other way

2. She Talks To Angels by The Black Crowes

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket / she wears a cross around her neck / yeah, the lock of hair is from a little boy / and the cross is someone she has not met / not yet

3. Halo by Soil

Bitter sins, how they grow within / so you tell me it ain't right / I am all sins / and you're my reason for life

4. Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless

Nights avoiding things unholy / your hand slips across my skin / I go down on you so slowly / don't confess none of your sins

5. Pain Lies on the Riverside by Live

I have forever, always tried / to stay clean and constantly baptized / I'm aware that the river's banks, they are dry / and to wait for a flood / is to wait for life

Juliette Chrysler (Vice Principals / Killing It)

1. Homecoming Queen by Hinder

A shame, shame, shame that our homecoming queen / had a lot to prove and so many to please / she's just somebody's daughter / just looking for somebody to love her

2. I Want You to Want Me by Letters to Cleo

I want you to want me / I need you to need me / I'd love you to love me / I'm begging you to beg me

3. #1 Crush by Garbage

Violate all my love that I'm missing / throw away all the pain that I'm living / you will believe in me / and I can never be ignored

4. Girl Next Door by Saving Jane

I get a little bit / she gets a little more / she's Miss America / and I'm just the girl next door

5. Brown Eyed Girl by Everclear

Now that the years gone by / yeah, now that I'm on my own / I saw you just the other day / oh my, baby you have grown

Dolly Dobson (The Devil's Rejects)

1. Be Yourself by Audioslave

Even when you've paid enough / been pulled apart / or been held up / every single memory of / the good or bad, faces of love / don't lose any sleep tonight / I'm sure everything will end up alright / you may win or lose

2. If You Could Only See by Tonic

Seems the road less traveled / shows happiness unraveled / and you got to take a little dirt / to keep what you love / that's what you gotta do

3. Letter to God by Hole

I've lost all self-esteem / by burying everything / and I feel nothing, nothing

4. Lady Picture Show by Stone Temple Pilots

She hides because she don't know nothin' / don't know nothin' anymore / she keeps a funny face / it's locked and bagged / it's just outside the door

5. Killpop by Slipknot

Will she ever find / one million of a kind? /it's cold and lonely / but that's because she told me / lost inside her dirty world / no one hurts this pretty girl but her

Gehenna (Hellraiser)

1. Gehenna by Slipknot

Free my severed heart / give me you / I want it / I don't wanna be myself

2. You've Seen the Butcher by Deftones

You slowly enter / 'cause you know my room / you crawl your knees off / and then you shake my tomb

3. Adrenalize by In This Moment

I crave excess, turning wine into sweat / dripping down my neck / I can't deny, I'd die without this / make me feel like a God, adrenaline and sex

4. Judith by A Perfect Circle

It's not like you killed someone / it's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side / praise the one who left you / broken down and paralyzed / he did it all for you

5. Ouija Board by Chevelle

Never say die unless you mean it / you're the salt of the earth left uneasy / right or wrong, if the world explodes / well you and I are one

#my ocs #tag game #reverie #juliette chrysler #dolly dobson #gehenna

[syrinq]

in this one i'm watching a tv show. yet again.

context: dream from last night. and it's extremely long AND I MANAGED TO FUCKING CTRL + Z SO NOW ALL OF IT IS GONE AND I HAVE TO REWRITE IT AGAIN. FUCK M FY FUCK FCUK GAINSF LIFE

kratos god of war is in it and that's not even the funniest thing about it. buckle your pants and whatever girls

FUCK YOU TUMBLR DRAFTS

WHY IS THE REDO BUTTON CTRL + SHIFT + Z AND NOT FUCKING CTRL + Y YOU ABSOLUTE LFUCAK FDSLFDALSK LJKLDKSAGGJSADLFJLKSJKLSGJLKDSA

THE NEW TUMBLR POST EDITOR FUCKING SUCKS ASS WHY CAN'T I CTRL + A AND SELECT THE ENTIRE TEXT ETC ETC.

IT'S GOING TO BE ALL IN ANGRY CAPS RIGHT NOW. THIS IS THE FINAL SPAM FOR TODAY. FUCK YOU

IT STARTS OUT WITH A FUCKING HOLIDAY TO HOLLAND. UPON MY RETURN, THE 1ST THING I DO IS VISIT MY CATS AT MY OLD HOUSE. FOR SOME REASON, THERE'S MULTIPLE OTHER CATS HANGING ABOUT IN THE YARD. BUT WHATEVER.

I YELL OUT FOR MY CAT. MY BABY BOY COMES RUNNING BACK TO ME AND I COULD HUG HIM AND HOLD HIM AND PET HIM AND KISS HIM ON HIS SILLY LITTLE FOREHEAD. THE BABYSITTERS ARE TELLING ME ABOUT WHAT'D HAPPENED IN THE 5 YEARS I WAS GONE, BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND I'M STILL PETTING MY CAT AND I'M CRYING A WATERFALL RIGHT NOW

I THEN CALL OUT FOR MY 2ND CAT, SHE GETS A WAY SHORTER PETTING SESSION AS SHE ISN'T ATTACHED TO ME ANYMORE AND I'VE ALREADY PRACTICALLY ''LET HER GO'' IN MY MIND. SHE SAYS HI, I PET HER AND SNUGGLE HER, SHE THEN GOES BACK TO PLAYING OUTSIDE.

MY 1ST CAT IS WAITING PEACEFULLY AND THEN WANTS MORE SNUGGLES. I RETURN SNUGGLES. I CRY THE ENTIRETY OF NIAGARA FALLS NOW.

SCENE SWITCH. I'M AT A STAR WARS THEME PARK WITH MY SIBLING AND I'M RANTING TO HER ABOUT THIS ENCOUNTER WITH MY CAT. THAT I FELT LIKE SHIT BECAUSE IT WAS ONLY TEMPORARY. AND SHE TELLS ME I NEED A DISTRACTION.

YOU SEE, WE WERE INSIDE A MAIN BUILDING OF THE THEME PARK. OUTSIDE WERE YOUR REGULAR SHIT THINGS LIKE ROLLERCOASTERS. THIS BUILDING HAD LONG, SLEEK CURVING HALLWAYS AND WINDOWS THAT COVERED THE ENTIRE WALL. A STAR WARS PARADE WAS BEING HELD HERE, WITH FLOATS FROM FANS AND THEME PARK WORKERS ALIKE.

MY SIBLING SENDS A SIGNAL WHEN THE NEXT FLOATIE ARRIVES. IT'S A UFO SHAPED LIKE A BOWL SO I COULD SIT IN IT. THE STEERING WAS DONE WITH TWO FAT GINORMOUS JOYSTICK-ESQUE THINGS. AND IT ALSO HAD A MICROPHONE, THAT FUNCTIONED AS ONE, BUT ALSO DOUBLED AS AN ANTENNAE.

SO I TRY TO FLY THIS THING. IT GOES FUCKING AWFUL. I NEARLY CRASH INTO THE GLASS WINDOWS. I GO UP, DOWN, WONKY TO THE RIGHT, WONKY TO THE LEFT, WITHOUT MUCH CONTROL. I NEARLY SLAM INTO AND KILL A CONSTRUCTION WORKER. I WOBBILY LAND THE THING AND I'M FUCKING BEWILDERED

I GRAB THE MIC AND GREET THE AUDIENCE LIKE "hello :)" WITH A GIRL-HAPPY-TO-SEE-YOU TONE. THE AUDIENCE SAYS HI BACK. I ASK IF THEY'RE HAVING A GREAT TIME. THE AUDIENCE GOES "YEAH!!!!!!!!!" BUT I CAN'T HEAR IT THAT WELL, BECAUSE THE YELLS ECHO THROUGH THE HALLWAYS AND CANCELS ITSELF OUT

SO I TRY TO BE FUNNY ABOUT IT LIKE A CLOWN. I GO "well i can't hear you because of how soundwaves work but i'm gonna pretend i did anyway. okay have a nice day everyone :)" AND GO BACK TO MY SEAT.

AT SOME POINT SOME THEME PARK WORKER SITS DOWN NEXT TO US, AND I REALISE THIS IS THE SECRET SPY CONTACT WE'VE BEEN MEANING TO MEET. HE WARNS US THAT THE DIRECTOR OF ALL STAR WARS IS COMING, AND THAT WE SHOULD QUICKLY PRETEND TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT THE DIRECTOR'S TRIGGERS.

WE AND THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE PROCEED TO DO THIS, WHEN THE DIRECTOR APPEARS AT THE END OF THE HALLWAY. HE'S GUARDED BY A GROUP OF CLONE TROOPERS. THE DIRECTOR HAS A GINORMOUS FUCKING HEAD LIKE HE WORKS OUT AT THE LIBRARY.

AMONGST WHISPERS I HEAR THAT HIS NAME IS DIRECTOR WALNUT. WHEN WALNUT SEES HIS EMPLOYEE/OUR CONTACT, HE WALKS UP TO HIM. HE PROCEES TO ASK OUT OF THE BLUE "if you were in my shoes, would you start the vietnam wars?"

YOU SEE, THE VIETNAM WARS WAS A NEW ARC IN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE, SIMILAR TO THE CLONE WARS OR WHATEVER OTHER WARS THEY DO. HOWEVER, THERE WAS A GENERAL NEGATIVE REACTION TO THE VIETNAM WARS, BECAUSE IT WAS EXTREMELY OBVIOUSLY DERIVED FROM THE REAL VIETNAM WARS. AND THE DIRECTOR KEPT ABOUT HIS BUSINESS LIKE IT WAS ORIGINAL AND FULLY FANTASY.

SO, PEOPLE DERIVED, HE'S A CUNT AND AN ASS AND EVIL, HE WAS THE EPITOME OF SITH IN REAL LIFE. HENCE MY SIBLING AND I WERE HERE TO MEET WITH OUR SECRET CONTACT, SO WE COULD RID OF DIRECTOR WALNUT IN A WAY THAT DIDN'T INVOLVE STABBING OR KILLING

BUT THAT WASN'T GOING SO WELL, BECAUSE WALNUT WAS EXPECTING AN ANSWER FROM OUR CONTACT TO HIS QUESTION. OUR CONTACT, AS DOWN-EARTHED AS POSSIBLE, RESPONDS CALMLY "i would rather opt for peace myself". WALNUT SAYS THAT'S THE WRONG ANSWER. PULLS OUT A GUN AND SHOOTS OUR CONTACT IN THE HEAD RIGHT THEN RIGHT THERE

THE AUDIENCE IN THE MEANTIME IS SILENT. THE PARADE HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY STOPPED. I STARE IN HORROR AS BLOOD AND BRAIN MATTER SEEPS ON THE WALL AND THE BENCH AND PROBABLY ME AS WELL.

WALNUT THEN EYES ME WITH THE MEGAMIND ''NO BITCHES?'' LOOK, AND ASKS ME THE SAME QUESTION AS WELL, EXPECTING A BETTER ANSWER THIS TIME. I RESPOND "well i see where your now-dead employee is coming from, but so do i see your point as well. i would do extensive research in order to scour out my options, to weigh the pros and cons, and find the best solution possible from there."

FOR SOME REASON THAT WORKS. WALNUT NODS AT ME AND MY SIBLING AND CONTINUES TO WALK THE HALLWAY, RESUMING THE PARADE AND THE AUDIENCE CHATTER. OUR CONTACT'S REMAINS ARE STILL THERE ON THE FUCKING WALL, WHICH BLASTS OUR PLAN SOMEWHAT AS HE WAS THERE TO HELP US.

WE GO TO THE COURTYARD. OUR ORIGINAL MISSION WAS TO FIND A PARTICULAR GREEK MINOTAUR, TAKE SOME OF ITS HAIR AND USE THAT INGREDIENT TO TAKE OUT THE DIRECTOR. WHETHER BY POISON DEATH OR BY TURNING HIM GOOD WITH THE POWER OF MAGIC AND KIDDY FANTASY TROPES.

HOWEVER. THAT PARTICULAR MINOTAUR WAS DEAD. SO WE HAD TO FIND A DIFFERENT MINOTAUR. ONE THAT COULD BE SUMMONED IN THIS PARTICULAR COURTYARD BY RITUAL, AS HE WAS MADE HERE MILLIONS OF YEARS AGO OR WHATEVER.

WE PERFORM THE RITUAL. THE GROUND CRACKS OPEN WITH A LOUD BOOMING ROAR, AND A GODZILLA-SIZED MINOTAUR WITH AN OBSIDIAN BLACK COAT RISES FROM THE EARTH'S CORE, RED EYES GLOWING AND PIERCING THROUGH US. I CAN HEAR HOLY MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND THAT QUICKLY TURNS INTO DARK SOULS BOSS MUSIC.

THE MINOTAUR'S BOSS TAG APPEARS. HE IS KNOWN AS THE DARK BOVINE...... JEREMIAH.................. (or other ordinary human name)

I TRY NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING, BUT DESPITE THAT THE DARK BOVINE JEREMIAH IS STILL VERY MUCH DANGEROUS. HE ROARS AND STARTS TEARING UP THE PLACE. PEOPLE ARE SCREAMING PROBABLY.

THEN, SUDDENLY, KRATOS GOD OF WAR APPEARS OUT OF A PORTAL, AS IF I'M IN SOME STUPID MARVEL ENDGAME CROSSOVER. KRATOS IS ABOUT TO LAND THE FIRST HIT, AND THEN IT BOOMS LOUDLY "AND WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT TIME!"

SCENE SWITCH. I'M IN A REGULAR LIVING ROOM. TURNS OUT MY SO AND I ARE WATCHING A NEW TV SHOW ABOUT GOD OF WAR KRATOS. SPLIT INTO 3 ARCS/SEASONS, KRATOS HAD TO GO THROUGH 3 PANTHEONS TO DEFEAT THEM ALL.

YOU'D THINK EACH PANTHEON WAS DONE IN ONE SEASON.

WRONG.

BECAUSE THIS SHOW WAS ✨ EXPERIMENTAL ✨, THEY WOULD GO FROM 1 IMPORTANT PANTHEON MOMENT TO ANOTHER ONE. IT'S AS IF KRATOS WAS SPLIT IN 3 TO DEAL WITH THE PANTHEONS, AND THE SCENES WOULD SWITCH LIKE IT WAS GAME OF THRONES. THIS RESULTS IN THE WORST CLIFFHANGERS KNOWN TO MAN.

THE TV ANNOUNCES THAT KRATOS' FINAL FIGHT AGAINST THE EGYPTIAN GODS WILL NOW BE BROADCASTED- KRATOS VS. SEKHMET

I COMMENT THAT THIS IS A LOAD OF BULLSHIT.

GET IT.

BULLSHIT.

THE END

#dreamlog #FUCK THIS SHIT

[sweeterthanthis]

You have an appointment bc of a uni struggle. So you enter the room and see Profssor Steve and Professor Bucky, both look at you like they want to eat you till you cry..who would you let fuck you relentlessly? 👀

PWP, people. PWP. Not my best, but I'm feral for Professor Bucky so I couldn't help myself.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Professor/18+Student relations, dubcon if you squint, anal play, anal sex, spit play, dirty talk. 18+.

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

You sit across from him, wringing your hands nervously in your lap as he looks over your essay; a deep sigh escaping his mouth and rippling the paper in his hand. 

You’re nervous. With only six months of college left, you need a good grade on this assignment. And by the look on his face, the crinkle in his brow, and the way he grunts disapprovingly at one particular section - a good grade was a far distant dream right now. 

Your name slips from his lips and you lift your gaze to meet his. You can’t pinpoint the meaning behind his stare, but you shuffle in your seat when he shakes his head. 

“I know you can do better than this,” he tells you, elbows settling on his desk as he leans forward, his bright, cerulean eyes staring a hole right through you. He’d always had the ability to do this. To reduce you to a nervous, twitchy wreck with just the sweeping of a gentle stare, from your eyes to your lips, and then back again. “I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself, you know that right?” 

“Professor Barnes, Sir, I don’t know what’s going on with me lately. I’m really struggling to focus and I don’t know how to snap out of it,” you sigh, feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you sniff solemnly. 

“Hey,” he soothes, standing up and rounding his desk, leaning back against it in front of you with his arms folded across his chest, “this isn’t an easy class to pass. I’m a fuckin’ hardass and I expect the best. M’not easy to please.” 

You can’t help but notice the way his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, the little smirk that curls at the corner of his mouth, the way his jaw clenches just a little when you clench your thighs together in your seat. 

“Can you-- can you maybe give me some tips on how to make it better? Let me have a redo? I promise, I’m just off my game. I can do better,” you plead, sitting forward in your chair, the woodsy scent of his cologne flooding your nostrils and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

“I could,” he hums, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right, “but I think I got a better idea than that.” 

“Fuck, would’ya look at that? Knew you’d look fuckin’ gorgeous with my cock stuffed in that tight, little asshole,” he praises, fucking into you languidly; slow, sensual rolls of his hips causing the sweetest of mewls and cries to fall from your kiss-swollen lips. 

Turns out all he wanted was you. You, naked and at his mercy for one night. 

Bucky took his time opening you up with his fingers before he fucked you, the globes of your ass shiny and slick with the copious amounts of lube that he’d smothered your tight hole with. The feel of his digits stroking against your fleshy walls had you shaking, shuddering in anticipation of his cock. 

It felt good. There was no doubt of that. You couldn’t shake the sickness you felt in your stomach, however. He was your professor. He could get fired, and you? You’d simply be ‘the girl that fucked Mr Barnes. And got him fired.’ 

“Oh god,” you whimpered, gripping the sheets between your fingers and arching your back to take him deeper - his balls slapping against your cunt with each thrust of his hips.

“Oh baby, that’s it. Push that ass back against my dick. Take it all inside that perfect hole,” he grunts, his hand curling beneath your chin and tugging your head back, hooking his fingers inside your cheek and prying your lips open. “Stick your tongue out for me.” 

You can’t help the shameless, wanton moan that rumbles low in your throat when he spits in your mouth; the pressure in your stomach building with each jab of his cock into your asshole. Bucky leans forward, your body collapsing against the mattress and the weight of him following you down. The sloppy, open mouthed kiss he plants against your temple and his hot breath against your cheek has you spinning.

“Been wantin’ you for a while. See the way you look at me in class,” he teases, the sound of flesh colliding bouncing off the walls, “bet you fill that cunt up with your fingers in bed at night and think of me, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” you pant, “fuck yes, s’never enough though. Not as good as this,” you confess, not caring that you sound utterly desperate and pathetic. He chuckles against your cheek in response, his cock throbbing in your ass as he reaches beneath you to toy with your aching clit. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you, huh? Turn you into a perfect, little cock slut,” his thrusts quicken, feral as his teeth graze the delicate column of your throat, “bet you’d fuck Professor Rogers for a good grade, too, wouldn’t you?” 

The mere thought of it had your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and fucked. The image of being sandwiched between their sweaty, sculpted bodies at the forefront of your mind, Bucky nips at the shell of your ear, sensing the desire blooming inside you. 

“Want me to invite him next time, baby?” He asks, goading you, “you want him to fuck that pussy while I fill this ass up? Or maybe you want him in that sweet mouth, hmm?” 

You can’t bear it any longer, you’ve tried to stave it off, tried to suppress the intensity building inside your core. Bliss ripples through your veins, your eyes rolling back at the intensity of the pleasure crashing over you. You stop breathing, head swimming and all coherent thought blacks out as you ride the wave. 

Bucky doesn’t stop. You lose count of the amount of positions he folds you into that night, stopped counting the orgasms at 7.

He's relentless in his blissful assault on your body, hands everywhere, his lips never too far from your ear, "you just keep takin' that dick like a good girl, and I'll take care of those grades."

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes drabble