#so fucking disrespectful and yes i would say the same if they did this to harry liam louis or zayn

[seeinganewlight]

okay, but like fans yesterday chanting for niall to sing another one direction song, him ignoring them, and then tonight adding another one of his songs is so incredibly sexy like yes niall

[somnoir]

Gotham's newest Crime Lord - Part 1

Prompt: Dan kills the joker and unintentionally becomes a crime lord

Dan didn't mean to become a Crime Lord. It wasn't his fault that the Joker was fragile and easily killable with one punch to the head. He didn't know that the seemingly immortal clown was easily killed once the impact practically snapped his neck. So yes, Dan didn't mean for this shit to happen. Not when all he wanted to do was go to college, make sure Danny and Elle weren't attracting trouble back in Gotham academy.

It wasn't his fault that the crazy bastard thought it was a good idea to nab his siblings and try to use them for ransom. It's not his fault that his first instinct was to introduce his first to that pennywise knock-off. It'd not his fault that this city was haunted by vengeful ghosts that wanted to tear that motherfucker to shreds.

They were supposed to lay low after the mess with their parents and their name changes.

But nooooo!

They had to have an absolute hatred for clowns and now he's somehow made himself a crime lord. Why the fuck were the Joker's goons so fucking stupid?! They either tried to kill Dan for killing their boss or they tried to fall under him and make him their new leader. It was like a fucking cult in his eyes. Seriously, what the absolute fuck was going on with this shitty city?

It's not like he could call Jazz and say "Hi sis! I killed a crazy clown and I'm now the boss of his weird goons. I also might end up on the local vigilante's hitlist."

Yeah, no. He's not doing that.

But this might not be so bad... Not really. Being their boss could be treated as a source of income if he utilized the Joker's shit properly. I mean, he couldn't always rely on the fruitloops money, not when Vlad could turn traitor and use the money against them. He needed to find a way to support his siblings, one way or another.

And Clockwork did say to get a hobby. If not mass genocide then he could resort to carefully planned crime. Yes. This could work. He'll make it fucking work for the sake of his siblings.

Besides, if he was a crime lord—in motherfucking Gotham—he doubts that the GIW will even try to fuck around in a city where a ghost controlled some part of the criminal underworld.

Oh... Oh, he was gonna fucking do this.

(Clockwork watched as his most troublesome child shifts from world ender to crime lord. At least it was an upgrade from mass genocide.)

Nightwing didn't particularly know what to make of this mess. There were rumors of a new crime lord, of a new rogue.

One day, Joker's body was dropped into the harbor and found by the workers, all confused and scared as to why the Clown Prince of crime was dead in the water. It was humiliating in the Joker's standards, to be discarded like trash into the sea rather than have his body displayed for everyone to gawk at. The clown would have adored being glorified but whoever the hell killed him knew this and fucked the guy up bad.

His head snapped and his corpse tossed out like leftovers.

Jason had laughed, outright celebrated and Crime Alley was as festive as it ever was with the Red Hood blasting music through the streets and partying like there was no tomorrow. All of Gotham was celebrating, parading through the streets with pinatas that looked like the Joker. Harley would drop down from whatever roof she was on and swing her bat at the pinata, spilling red candy as everyone cheered and laughed. It was morbidly glorious.

But the festivities didn't erase the fact that someone had killed the Joker and knew what to do to disrespect him in the worst ways possible. It wasn't long until Joker's old lackeys were rallying to someone—a new boss. It wasn't odd for goons without bosses to move on to find different jobs, but for all of Joker's old minions to work for the same person? This was definitely the guy who killed the Joker.

No name, no appearance, nothing. Just quiet activity with organising his new goons to do strange errands. Stuff that didn't point them in the direction of criminal activity.

"You got anything?" Dick murmurs as Tim slouches over the batcomputer, watching as his younger brother sneered at the screen.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He snaps, "All footage of this new rogue is immediately corrupted."

Babs hums, "And it's not like it's altered after it's been taken. The distortion happens live. They either have some tech on them or they're a meta who can avoid cameras." She adds, taking a leisure sip of the tea Alfred kindly offered them. "Whoever this is doesn't leave a trace aside from this shitty footage."

Tim groans, "I officially hate this guy!" He almost tosses his mug out of anger, shaking his head.

"Does Jason have any info on this one?"

And like the fucking menace he was, Jason pops up without another word. "He goes by Wraith." No one was startled, just sparing him a glance before nodding.

"That's it?"

"The goonions adore him." Jason shrugs, "Guy's been quick. Dealing with shit like Black Mask and other trafficking operations. Some of the kids he's saved wear clothes that have this specific symbol on them. It's a good tactic mind you. Tells people to fuck off and don't come anywhere near the kid or else he'll sic whatever bullshit he has in someone."

Dick narrowed his eyes, "Is it effective?"

"Hell yeah! One of the kids got kidnapped just last week. I went to save the poor thing but he walked out of that warehouse while the kidnappers were bleeding and sobbing." Jason once again grins, "Little Tommy threatened me if I try to arrest Wraith."

"So more anti-heri than villain. Good enough, at least." Dick sighed, shaking his head as he narrowed his eyes on the screen. More distorted footage.

"Thanks for the info, little wing."

"Just updatin' you guys. Heard some rumors that Harley's on the hunt for Wraith to thank him."

Great...

It's been a solid two months since the death of the Joker. Batman and the rest of his birds were increasingly wary of the Wraith and his two new associates that went by Phantom and Specter. No footage on the three could ever be recovered, making them all assume this was the work of a meta.

Most of them weren't sure if this guy was a threat or not. Red Hood, on the other hand, had a fairly positive opinion on the guy who's been hanging traffickers by their legs and immediately staking their claim on the kid to keep them safe.

The new crime lord was slowly dismantling the criminal underworld and building it back up to their design.

"FUCKING HELL!" Dick glared at the screen again, "That's Wraith's doing, isn't it? No way did the Riddler blow up that building."

"Wraith's only been dealing with traffickers so far. Why would he do this?" Steph murmurs, staring at the recording of a building that had suddenly went off. Numerous were dead, some barely survived.

"That's the motherfucker's symbol." Dick pointed to the glowing green symbol that looked liked a fire with some obscure letter they couldn't really make out. (Was it a D or a P?)

"Okay... Why would Wraith blow up a building and kill everyone?" Jason immediately asked, seeming to be defensive of the man. "He doesn't just kill people, Dick."

"Even so..." Bruce grunts, clearly displeased with the bloodshed. All that death...

"We're going after him." Bruce announced, "I'm not putting of the Wraith investigation anymore."

Dan stared at the pictures of the bodies, pudding out smoke without a cigarette in sight. His new minions—they preferred the term goons—were clearly apprehensive and continued to observe their new boss's expressions. This explosion had been his first act of pure and utter violence, a massacre of sorts.

He glances at Danny who melted out of the shadows, startling his goons.

"Can't say I'm not upset but I get why you did that shit." He begrudgingly admits, sitting across Dan. Phantom was a reluctant associate to his new organization of crime—ish.

"They weren't just trafficking kids, squirt. Pimping them, killing them and selling their organs, hosting matches and making meta kids fight to the fucking death." Dan clicked his tongue, "No redemption in that, Phantom."

"I get it, alright!" Danny snapped, "But the you've gotten the direct attention of the Bats now. They're gonna come for us, Wraith."

"Boss?" One of the goons—Dan remembers him as Jeremy Nelson. One guy just trying to support himself and his kid, trying to keep his sweet little daughter in school with as much money as he could get. Dan remembers giving the man a raise and a jacket with their family's symbol stitched into it—one for little Marigold.

"I'll deal with it. For now, you guys spread the word on that shit. I don't want anyone thinking I killed a bunch of kids." Dan growled, "My reputation can burn for all care, but like hell am I letting people think I hurt kids."

With Jeremy leading the other goons, he nodded and hurried out of the office to spread a word. The former Joker goons had taken a liking to their new boss, preferring his ways rather than their dead one.

"Jazz won't like this, y'know." Danny sighs, "I'm not gonna tell her. Never. But she'll find out, one way or another."

Dan frowns, "You think I don't know? It's Jazz, Danny."

"Yeah, yeah. I just didn't expect you to be like this. Crime Lord and everything."

Dan snorts, "I was the world ender, brat. This is mild compared to what I've done."

"Yeah, sure."

He shook his head, "You've got your own problems, brat. The Observants are still fussin' about you being king, your majesty."

An identical scowl looks back at Dan, and he's reminded that this kid is him. An alternate version of himself and yet they were brothers now. "I know. You killing the Joker fucked some stuff up. Apparently, the motherfucker was cursed to hell."

"Meaning?"

"He's got a lifetime of people in his shadow. Vengefu souls that want him dead." Danny huffs, "Had to deal with the paperwork cause everyone's wantin' a taste of him. I'm workin' on letting Walker release him so his victims can execute his soul."

"Cruel, little king."

"I'll give you his file. Bastard deserves to have his soul destroyed." Danny viciously grins. And once again, best reminded that this twerp is him. They were one and the same, different as well.

"Alright, alright. Fuck off now. We've still got some bats and birds to deal with." Dan immediately showed him away, noting Danny's eye roll.

"Better prepare a birdcage then."

Part 2 | Masterlist

[cyberrmusee]

thinking ab meangirl!reader x cocky!satoru

you’ve always been a bitch, that much you’ve known your whole life. always snapped at others over small shit, always having a snide remark or comment. always fucking mean. and oh lord, your mouth? the attitude? good fucking god it was the worst thing about you.

but to him? that was his favorite fucking part.

he loved your disrespectful commentary, the way you rolled your eyes whenever he opened his mouth to say anything. the way you talked down to him like he was a peasant, like he was less than you— fuck, it only fueled him more, and made his dick throb, it was so attractive to him.

you walked around with a permanent look of disgust on your face, for everyone and everything around you. you’re barely spoke but when you did, it was like sex for his ears.

your voice was laced with something dark but sweet, like molasses, layered with venom and spite, and satoru swore he could hear his future being spelled out whenever you shot your rude ass words at him.

“the fuck do you want, you blue eyed parasite?” your words attacked him in the best way, wrapping around his eardrums and spiraling straight down south to his dick, as always.

you stood there, brow raised, a genuine look of boredom and disinterest on your face. one hand on your hip, the other holding your binder and books. lips lined darkly, gloss shining, and your braids, half up half down with a claw clip as the lower half fell by your waist as you stared at, or rather through him.

fucking hell, he thought he could cum right there on the spot just from looking at you.

“i don’t have time for this stupid shit, get the fuck out of my way weirdo.” you sighed pushing past him because he gave you no response. he smirked, grabbing your wrist before you could fully make it past him.

“c’mon gorgeous, don’t be like that.” he mused sweetly at you. though he really wanted you to be exactly like that, if not worse. he loved it, you were borderline evil, and he swore up and down you were the love of his fucking life.

“be like what? get the fuck off of me.” you spat out meanly, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, rolling your eyes along with the motion. you looked him up and down, irritated, your fuse had always been quite short anyways.

he only grinned, and i mean a shit eating grin at your words, leaning against the wall in the corridor of your colleges english building, staring down at you.

you sighed deeply, already knowing where this was headed. it was the same thing with him every time you saw the white haired menace. he’d been begging you every single day, all semester to go on a date with him, but you always refused.

“let me take you on a date.” he smiled.

“i’d rather play in traffic.” you deadpanned.

“c’mon one date beautiful, and if it’s that bad, i’ll never ask you again” he smirked as he folded his arms across his chest.

you pinched the bridge of your nose and screwed your eyes shut as you head dropped, a long and almost pitiful sigh leaving you.

you were so tired of this shit, so tired of him, so so SO fucking tired. so you did the only thing you thought would get him to shut the hell up and leave you alone—

“fine. friday, 8pm, the bistro downtown. i’ll meet you there.” you gritted out through your teeth.

he stood up straight, eyebrows shooting up and jaw dropping at your answer “what?” he said confused, you always said no, it was his favorite part of this whole thing he always did, you ashing yes had actually left the blue eyed beauty stunned.

you looked up to see his expression, one of shock, and rolled your eyes “close your fucking mouth you idiot.” you sighed rubbing your temple, this conversation was creating a headache for you at this point.

“the bistro, friday, 8pm. i’ll meet you there, and if you’re even one fucking minute late, im cussing you out.” you deadpanned as your eyes bore into his.

he quickly schooled his expression, masking his flustered state with a smirk. “yes ma’am, i’ll see you on friday.” he smiled.

you only rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed as you pushed past him “whatever. now leave me the fuck alone.” you bit out at him as you left him there by himself.

and god it felt like the heavens had opened up and shined the warmest light on him, he was high on the entire interaction with you, and friday couldn’t come fast enough.

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

I am all for protective!robby, but I am in desperate need to see protective! reader. Like i need a fic of reader going full on protective mode. Like it could have to do with last night's episode, or maybe a patient attacks robby or something along those lines

Hurling Bedpans

main masterlist | the pitt masterlist

pairing: dr. michael robinavitch x female doctor!reader

rating: R for language

word count: 0.5k

warnings: language is a big one this time, sorry, got a little carried away because i too am protective of dr. robinavitch

author’s note: thank you so much for the request! hope this is what you were looking for <3

Something about Robby’s demeanor made you want to shield him from the whole world, keep him safe from every ounce of heartache headed his way. So when a patient decided to get hostile and throw a dirty bedpan at him, you lost every bit of professionalism in you.

It started just like any other day; you and Robby always had the same shift because you asked the hospital for it. (You two carpooled to and from work every day because you lived together.)

“Patient in room four is asking for you,” you told Dr. Robinavitch. 

“What do they need?” he asked you. 

“He said he’s having stomach pains and would quote ‘like to see a real doctor for it’.” You used air quotes to make your point more dramatic. 

“I’m sorry he said that, he sounds like a misogynistic asshole,” Robby said.

“Yeah, but what else is new?” You shrugged. “Let’s have sushi for dinner tonight — you, me, sushi in front of the TV. It’ll be romantic.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before leaving to help the patient.

This patient truly was the worst.

“Take that!” he shouted as he threw the filthy bedpan directly at Robby, dirtying his scrubs.

“What the fuck,” Robby sighed. “Seriously?”

“Oh no, you didn’t!” you exclaimed, fuming mad. “You did not just disrespect the best damn doctor in this godforsaken pit of dispair!���

“Excuse me, the men are talking, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“Y/n–” Robby tried reasoning with you, but you wouldn’t have it.

“Listen here you misogynistic piece of human shit,” you started. “Dr. Michael Robiniavitch is here to help your sorry ass so if you don’t show him some motherfuckin’ respect I will have you escorted out of the building, kidney stones or no kidney stones.”

“Oh, please–” the man scoffed.

“No!” you shouted. “You do not get to fuck with Dr. Robby! If I catch even a hair of sarcasm coming from that disgusting mouth of yours I will have no choice but to ask security to beat the living shit out of you, you understand me?”

He finally understood the gravity of the situation. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, doctor.”

“Good,” you breathed. “Now, would you like to have someone change your sheets? Cause if you’re gonna continue being an asshole I’ll leave you to sit in your own fucking feces.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’d like to have new sheets,” he gulped. “Sorry again.”

“You really shouldn’t talk to patients like that,” Robby said to you after you both left the room.

“Is that your way of saying thank you?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I!” you protested. “Patients don’t get to hurl their shit at you and get away with it!”

“It’s gonna happen sometime or another.”

“Not to you,” you said. “As long as you’re with me, I’m not letting patients do shit like that, it’s messed up.”

“I guess you expect a thank you?”

“No, but I do hope you’ll let me help you get new scrubs.”

“Well… thank you.” He smiled down at you. “That was unprofessional as fuck, but it was really sweet.”

“Anything for you,” you said cheekily. He bent down and kissed you gently, both of you smiling softly against the other’s lips.

[gothamite-rambler]

Slade lifted his face mask, leaning forward slightly as he looked Jason up and down. Stepping back, he muttered to himself.

Slade: Daisy said he was related to Batman. That guy is the same height as Batman. Does he-

He shifted his focus to Jason, pointing at him.

Slade: Do you know Petunia?

Jason sighed and lowered his gun.

Jason: It's Rose. Her name is Rose.

Slade: Oh my God, you’re Jason Todd?! You’re the one defiling my daughter?! No! No! I’d rather it be Nightwing, but you? I’m going to be sick!

Jason (scoffing): Yes, cause you, a pedophile, definitely have the right to disagree with me dating your daughter.

Slade: Dating? Where did I go wrong? All the steps I took to make her a super soldier wasted on a Robin?

Jason: Slade-

Batman having silently listened to the exchange slowly lowered his phone and turned to Jason.

Batman: Who's his daughter?

Jason froze remembering his father was teaming up with him. He avoided eye contact from his father, but this only made Batman step closer to him.

Batman: Hood, he better have another daughter named Petunia that you're with and not the one who stabbed her eye out for that creep!

Slade: Why does everyone word that like it's a bad thing that she proved her loyalty to me? Also for your information Bat jerk, I only have the one daughter... to my knowledge and that's the one your worthless son is fucking!

Jason sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Batman (worry in his voice): Red Hood tell him he's lying so we can leave.

Jason: Batman… Have I ever told you how understanding you've been and that I was dating someone?

Batman (realization dawning): Oh God, he’s telling the truth? No! NO! Rose Wilson? That man’s daughter? Why would you lay with that woman?!

Jason: Oh, like you have room to talk!

Batman: Damn it, my cases are different!

Jason: Yeah you sired a child with said actually evil woman who ignores her daddy issues by still working with her father. I'm with the woman who stopped working with her insane father.

Batman: I'm not with her anymore and don't you bring up Catwoman!

Slade: Hey, man, I get it—my daughter is an idiot, but being with him is dumb even for her.

Jason: Hey, shut your fucking mouth! You will not disrespect her in front of me!

Batman (shouting): Oh dear God, you're defending her? This isn't good. First Nightwing with Starfire and now this!

Jason: You have a son with an assassin. Have several seats! And Slade I will shoot you in your fucking kneecaps if you keep insulting Ravager who goes by Rose!

Slade: Make me, zombie man! Floral has left me disappointed before, but this transgression I will not allow! Her allegiance lies with me, not you!

Jason: Her name isn’t Floral, you're just picking random words that are related to plants! And it's not allegiance, we are a couple! How are you so awful?!

Slade: Because I strive to be the best at everything!

Batman (interrupting Jason): That doesn’t even make any sense. My son is dating Slade's daughter. My son is dating Slade's daughter. Why didn't I bring any alcohol to this?

Batman sighed, the weight of fatherhood pressing down on him, then he calmly cracked his knuckles. Jason sighed wanting to disappear.

Batman: Hood, stay here. I’m going to have a talk with Slade, father to father! Cyclops, let’s talk!

Batman strode over to Slade, while Jason stood by, watching at first. He eventually nodded and texted Rose that their fathers had discovered their secret relationship and were currently fighting.

Jason: Is he defending me, or does he just not like Slade? I’m going to say both. That's sweet of him... I'm going to have to deal with this later.

[81pastrys]

Red Papaya

Summary— Lando takes it a bit too far, resulting in severe aftercare.

Warnings— smut ; overstimulation ; multiple orgasms ; safe word/color used ; bruises/wrist brush burn mentioned ; couples bath ; aftercare maxed out

A/N— this one is a bit harsh! Please read the warnings.

Lando One shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Request— Hes too rough and the reader has to use the safe word and lando gets all worried saying he didnt mean to hurt her??

Lando liked pushing limits here and there. His girlfriend didn’t mind, she never really had to actually use a safe word or the worst color in the color system. The farthest she ever got was around 12 orgasms before she yelled yellow and he stopped then and there.

That had been months ago and he calmed down in the bedroom, not going too far as much as before. This time he had her tied up and squirming all over while he toyed and played with her.

“Lan- please-“ She choked out. She pulled at the silk ties holding her hands together, feeling the friction creating brush burn. “I can’t- I-“ She was interrupted by her own involuntary moan as he fingered her relentlessly. She had cum who knows how many times already.

He looked at her face and her wrists. She came again and closed her legs on his hand, his free hand trying to pry them open again. She whined and whimpered as he got them open again. He lined himself up and thrust in easily from her arousal.

She was panting harshly as he went slow, but quickly sped up. He was hitting the right spots, but they were bruised from earlier in the evening when they started. Lando had forgot to keep asking for her color, knowing if it was too much she would tell him. “RED! Pa- papaya- please- please Lando..” She cried.

He immediately stopped thrusting and pulled out of her. “Shit baby, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” He said. Her legs clamped shut as she cried and whimpered. Her movements restricted from the silk ties on her wrists. He undid the silk and she threw herself onto him.

She was shaking, not that she was cold, but overworked. Lando covered her with the blanket and cooed in her ear. “Bath? Can we take a bath?” She muttered. She was achy and bruised.

“Yes baby, we can take a bath.” Lando responded quickly. He caressed her hair lovingly. “Let’s calm down first, yeah?” He held her, rubbing her arms soothingly or threading his fingers through her hair gently.

After a few minutes he started a bath and brought her to it. Settling her down in front of him in the large tub. She whined at the hot water, laced with salts and muscle relaxers. “Perfect, thank you lan.” She mumbled. She rested her head on his plush arm, nearly drifting off.

He jerked his arm a little to shake her to her senses again. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t meant to push you that far.” He said soft, calm. “15 orgasms though, that’s a record.” He said in the same tone, not laughing but praising. She hummed and couldn’t help rubbing her legs together, the ache sizzling in the water temperature.

“It’s okay, I feel better now.” She sighed. He washed her body with foamy soap, avoiding her bruises and pained areas. He noticed her red wrists and kissed them gently.

“I shouldn’t have let it get that far, I’m so sorry.” He hated the idea she was in pain and not enjoying what he was doing. “You should’ve told me the second it was hurting my love, I would’ve stopped.” He assured. She hummed as he washed the bubbles off her body.

“It’s okay, you’re making up for it, but if I stay here any longer I will fall asleep.” She said with an added yawn at the comforting water and touches he provided. “You’re on a sex ban for the rest of the week.” She said under her breath. He chuckled and took her out the bath to dry her off.

He agreed that he wouldn’t dare disrespect her ban and dried her off with a warm fluffy towel. As he found more bruises he kissed them, looking at her face in admiration as he did so, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. “I love you.” He said, wrapping the towel fully around her figure.

He dried himself off and put on boxers. She was put in an oversized tshirt and underwear. They laid in bed and cuddled close. “I love you too.” She whispered before she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Apologies.

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @kallanfiona

[boiohboii]

The Spaniard's Wife (Carlos Sainz x wife!reader)

Inspired by @charles-eclair16 's fic

Carlos Sainz had a secret for the past 9 years, but when he forgot to take off the one thing that can reveal everything, everyone has questions

or

in which Carlos let's everyone know that the rumors, in fact, are true

masterlist

N.B: didn't turn out how I wanted but I've been rewriting it multiple times and I think this is the best option, hope you like it...WARNINGS: swear words a lot, not proof read, spelling mistakes and really bad photoshop tbh, if I missed anything please let me know!

Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia

Liked by Charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris and 910,583 others

Carlossainz55: my wife and I have been friends for 20 years, we have been lovers for 13 of those years, engaged for 2 and married for 9. I have never been sure of much, but I am sure that I love her with my entire heart, I will always love her. I have known yn since before I could even dream of being an f1 driver, what happened in that one interview was disrespectful and just disgusting. No one has any right to speak any ill word of my wife, you don't know her and you never will, as long as she doesn't want you to. I will do everything for her, for her happiness, her comfort and for her ease of mind.

landonorris: tell yn I miss her!

Carlossainz55: leave her alone

landonorris: I'll tell her that you're rude to me

Carlossainz55: she's my wife!

landonorris: yeah yeah, you never let us forget it

username: yn been here since day 0 apparently, can't fight her now

username: YES!! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS!

username: I want dts to make a reincarnation of their love story

username: we need a spinoff

username: yes! It'd be so cute

username: I can't imagine 16 year old carlos realising he is in love with his friend

username: she is every man's wet dream

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username: she looks so pretty wtf

username: she's looks like a doll

username: wish i looked like that at 20 years old

username: her dress is phenomenal

username: this screams money

username: 2 different cars for a wedding

username: the third slide, holy shit

username: I wouldn't be surprised if the last 2 pictures are carlos' or her house, like holy fuck

username: both scream rich

username: mum used to say rich people look it and I never gave it much thought until I saw carlos sainz and now his wife

username: did y'all see the picture that one twitter user took? Their outfits looked so fucking good

username: YES! I SAW IT! I could never afford a thread on either outfit!

username: did you guys see her hair! It looks so thick and healthy

username: fr!

username: I want a wedding like that!

username: I want a husband like that!

username: I want a wife like that!

username: I love how he is not in one single picture 💀😂

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Carlossainz55: 10 years since i was able to call you wife, and I will never get tired of letting everyone know that. I am in love with you, forever and always.

Charles_leclerc: simp

Carlossainz55: I don't know what that means

landonorris: ikr, it's laughable man @.Charles_leclerc

Charles_leclerc: don't pretend like you're not the same with your girl @.landonorris

username: damn charles really coming for everyone's neck today

username: bet charles is the biggest simp of them

username: he really making us feel lonely as hell huh

username: 10 fucking years, Holy shit!

username: no cause if I had yn by my side I too would be in fucking love

username: don't embarrass yourself, everyone knows you're in love without her by your side

username: I didn't ask to be attacked like that wtf

[checkeredflagggs]

Aftermath of a Storm

Pairing: oscar piastri x sargeant!Storm chaser!fem!reader

summary: people are shocked to learn about alice and oscar

a/n: tbh i really meant for the first part to have more of the other drivers learning about Barbie and Alice but obviously that didn’t happen 😂

a/n 2: timelines? What timelines? Idk know them

Part 1

Bluesky

Private Messages - Logan, Oscar, Alice

Private Messages - The Grid, Fun

Private Messages - Logan, Oscar, Alice

mclaren

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mclaren: Check the weather this weekend! Because there must be a storm moving in —Oscar Piastri is taking Dr. Alice “Barbie” Sargeant, Williams Racing’s Logan Sargeant’s twin sister and notable storm chaser, on a hot lap here in Mexico!

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user1: oh my god this is everything I never knew I needed

user2: oh yeah hey mclaren don’t forget to mention THAT THEY ARE DATING

oscarpiastri: it’s gonna be a good time!

logansargeant: it’s been nice knowing you

oscarpiastri: I’m sure it’ll be fine

logansargeant: you sure about that? you SURE about that?

logansargeant: are we talking about the same girl?

user4: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

user5: LET US IN. LET US IN!! YOURE AMERICAN — SPILL THE TEA

landonorris: Oscar! You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!!!! 😡😡😡

oscarpiastri: I’m sure I mentioned it.

landonorris: I’m sure YOU HAVENT!?!

oscarpiastri: of course I have. are you sure you were listening?

landonorris: of course I was LISTENING! You just haven’t said A WORD!? Since when have you had a girlfriend?

oscarpiastri: we’ve been together for nearly 7 years

landonorris: 7 years?!?

oscarpiastri: yes.

landonorris: WHAT?!??!

user6: WHAT?

user7: uhh raise your hand if you had Oscar Piastri has a secret girlfriend, Logan Sargeant has a twin sister, or the two would be the same person on your bingo card this year

user8: ok but if anyone on the grid had a secret girlfriend of course it’s gonna be Oscar?

user7: you got me there

user9: 7 years?!? How do you hide a girlfriend for 7 years? Especially one as cool as drbarbie?

user10: user9 asking the real questions

user11: right?? How did some guy who drives in silly circles score such a cool badass girlfriend?

drbarbie: I ran over him with my bike one day

user11: WHAT?!?

drbarbie: ummmm what is this??? oscarpiastri WHAT DID YOU DO???

logansargeant: apparently signed you up to tackle a hot lap

drbarbie: NO

drbarbie: ABSOLUTELY NOT

drbabrie: SPEED AND I DO! NOT! MIX!!

drbarbie: oscarpiastri ANSWER YOUR PHONE

drbarbie: nicolepiastri where is your son? I’d like to have some words with him

nicolepiastri: you and me both sweetie

user12: you chase tornadoes but can’t do a hot lap?

drbarbie: THERE IS A MAJOR DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO!

user13: and you prefer the storms?

drbarbie: YES!!

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f1gossippage: a hot lap for the records! Oscar Piastri drove girlfriend Barbie Sargeant around the track twice today! Definitely seems like she’s not a fan

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user14: not a fan? I’d say 😂 I didn’t know anyone could scream that high tbh

user15: those were genuinely screams of terror…save my girl 😭

user16: Barbie Sargeant? Nah fam you did not do my girl dirty like that. Put some respect in her damn name. It’s DR. ALICE “BARBIE” SARGEANT

user17: oh thank god someone said it. She did not get 2 phd’s by the time she was 21 to have that be disrespected

user18: no shit really?

user17: yes! She graduated with double phd’s in meteorology and mechanical engineering from Cornell when she was 20!

user18: so fucking cool! And yea! PUT SOME DAMN RESPECT IN HER NAME!

user19: someone with more experience needs to watch this entire clip and then make gif sets of the ENTIRE thing because her face goes on a lot of journeys

user20: most of those journeys end in murder i think

drbarbie: they do. They will

logansargeant: maybe don’t threaten Oscar on a public instagram post?

drbarbie: for once in your life, stay in your lane. Unless you’d like to join him?

logansargeant: …carry on.

user20: logansargeant what was that??

logansargeant: I support women’s Rights and Wrongs

drbarbie: good

oscarpiastri: oh these are good pictures!

drbarbie: you are a dead man walking Piastri

oscarpiastri: would you really hurt me?

drbarbie: yes

oscarpiastri: what about my mother and sisters?

drbarbie: nicolepiastri soooo…you’re gonna be down a son soon. I can offer Logan?

nicolepiastri: oh we’d love to have the two of you visit again soon logansargeant and drbarbie

oscarpiastri: nicolepiastri mum??

user21: not nicolepiastri supporting this 🤣😭

teammate1: 😂😂😂

drbarbie: I sign your checks. Watch yourself

teammate1: girl this is too damn funny

drbarbie: 🙄😑

Private Messages - Oscar, Logan, Alice

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drbarbie: it’s your turn now! 🥰

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user22: the hearts make this a very ominous message

drbarbie: it’s supposed to be!

user22: oh!

oscarpiastri: babe?

oscarpiastri: what do you mean my turn?

drbarbie: I told you! I’d only ever get in your car when you get in mine!

drbarbie: so convenient that you have a break and dolly is back from the mechanics right now! 🧡🩵🧡

oscarpiastri: ummm…🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user23: ok but is she really gonna take him through a tornado???

user24: that does seem like it’s the plan?

user23: I can’t watch this 🙈

user24: she’s a professional?

drbarbie: more confidence in me please

user24: you right you right

user: SHES A PROFESSIONAL

drbarbie: thank you!

logansargeant: good luck! Have fun!

drbarbie: 😊😊😊

logansargeant:…no.

logansargeant: What did I do?

logansargeant: come on I helped you

logansargeant: I’m on your side!!

teammate3: dolly is ready to roll!!

oscarpiastri: that better be a joke

teammate1:…

teammate2:…

teammate3:…

teammate4:…

teammate5:…

Private Messages - The Grid, Serious

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drbarbie: don’t worry guys! They made it through the “storm” a-ok! (Come on guys, have a little faith. I’d never actually take someone unprepared into an actual tornado. Plus prime tornado season is over for the year!)

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user25: oh thank god. I was so very nervous

user26: girl you ain’t the only one. Check the video at 14:25. Oscar’s fingers are fucking white with panic 😂😂

oscarpiastri: thank you love for not subjecting me to a tornado

logansargeant: yes thank you my very favorite sister who is definitely the best and best and most wonderful

oscarpiastri: yes! Most wonderful and loving and beautiful girlfriend ever

drbarbie:…laying it on a little bit thick aren’t you?

logansargeant: quite literally whatever I have to do so I never ever ever ever have to get in that truck again!

drbarbie: don’t you dare disrespect dolly!

logansargeant: never!

oscarpiastri: dolly is a queen! We aren’t worthy.

logansargeant: yes! We definitely shouldn’t be in that truck ever again

drbarbie: babies…fine

user26: wow!!!! 🤩 those photos are stunning!

drbarbie: thank you! When I was planning this I knew the conditions were gonna be good for some nice thunderstorms but even I didn’t expect this level!

user26: so you just…followed them around?

drbarbie: yup! It’s something our parents used to do for me when logie and I were young - the driving being a lot more calm then normal is just about the only difference (my passengers complained the entire time 🙄)

user27: oh that’s so cute! (They seem like the type 😂)

landonorris: stunning

drbarbie: thank you!

oscarpiastri: no

landonorris: I didn’t say anything?

oscarpiastri: and yet the answer is no. Go away

georgerussell63: shut down!

landonorris: why am I catching strays on my comment thread???

charles_leclerc: these are magnificent photos! And it looked like a fun trip to get them

drbarbie: thank you! (Oh my god oscarpiastri I’ve been noticed by your father!)

oscarpiastri: that’s cool babe

charles_leclerc: yes! Welcome to the family. We expect you for dinner soon

drbarbie: score!

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alicepublic: happy anniversary my love. The best 7 years of my life so far — with many more to go 🧡🧡🧡

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oscarpiastri: I can’t believe that it’s only been 7 years, I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime already — I couldn’t imagine spending it with anyone else.

alicepublic: oh my love…

user28: water is wet. Fork found in the kitchen. I’m sleeping on the highway!

user29: sleepover!!

oscarpiastri: You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me 🩷

mclaren: you won the race last week?

alicepublic: uhhh your point?

oscarpiastri: and? I said what I said!

mclaren: alrighty then! Well said!

charles_leclerc: happy anniversary my son and daughter in law!

alicepublic: not a daughter in law yet but thank you!

oscarpiastri: soon!

alicepublic: WHAT?!? 😳 🫢

logansargeant: 7 years of being a third wheel and they don’t even tag me…EVEN THOUGH I'M VERY BLATANTLY IN THIS PHOTO DUMP

alicepublic: chill out dude

oscarpiastri: thank you for being our favorite third wheel and for taking these wonderful photos

logansargeant: Oscar is my favorite

alicepublic: I’d be mad but same tbh

user30: it’s been years but yay! Dr Barbie’s priv account is finally open

user31: oh my god baby her and baby Oscar are so cute!

user30: I know!! I’ve been getting fomo going through her posts - like what do you mean I haven’t been growing up with them?

user32: yeah alicepublic can we get an explanation for that photo near the beginning of you on a bike and Oscar bleeding?

alicepublic: that was the first day we met! My bike broke (no brakes) and as I was trying to slow down I accidentally ran over Oscar!

oscarpiastri: best accident I’ve ever had!

user32: ok this is the cutest meet-cute! ♥️

landonorris: unfortunately you guys are cute…

alicepublic: what 🥺 🥺 …

oscarpiastri: what do you mean unfortunately?

landonorris: yeah — can’t have anyone cuter than me in the garage so you’re uninvited to mclaren

oscarpiastri: happily you can’t make those decisions (slides $5 to mclaren)

mclaren: don’t worry alicepublic ! Permanent paddock pass for you!

landonorris: WHAT? NO!

landonorris: IM STILL CATCHING STRAYS ON MY COMMENT THREADS

[berryz-writes]

Perfectly serious

Summary: Matheo's jealousy and want for you increases after seeing you with Theo to the point where he finally/kind of confesses

Matheo Riddle x reader

His arm wrapped around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. "Come on, let's get you to bed" Theo murmured. I looked up at him confused "I'm not drunk". My head might feel light and I might feel extremely happy and sad at the same time but I was most definitely not drunk.

"Yes you are" He took my hand and led me away from the groups of people dancing together, taking his time to weave us in and around the drinks being passed around. Everyone gave me a smile as I left, Pansy giving me a wink as we passed "I bet he fucks good. Have fun babe!" She said, her words slurring slightly, her voice loud enough for Theo to hear. Maybe if he heard it he would act on it. I wouldn't mind getting in bed with him.

We soon reached my room, the music faded to a low sound coming from below us and the lights softer than the harsh party lights of before.

"Well...night y/n" Theo said.

"You know" I started, my voice low and sultry. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me, made things more interesting. Hm?" I tilted my head waiting for his answer, his eyes searching my face. For what I didn't know.

He gave me a soft smile "Your drunk. And when drunk, your ideas aren't really your own. So as much as I'd like to follow through with your idea, it's best you get some sleep"

I rolled my eyes at him being who he always was. I wished for once he would push the boundaries. "Fine. Night Theo"

"Sweet dreams" He dropped my hand and waited for me to close the door. I could hear his receding footsteps, probably to go up to his own dorm. I was relieved in a way. Maybe I wasn't actually ready to fuck him and it was just the alcohol making me want something more. We were good friends. I didn't want to ruin that for something that I didn't really want. Chocolate brown eyes crossed my mind. Curly hair that would feel so nice running my hands through-. Something that would never happen.

*Potions the next day*

"I didn't see you yesterday" I said to Matheo referring to the party yesterday. Stirring in the crushed up leaves into the steaming potion, I turned to look at him, his eyes were icy and cold as if I had done some personal wrong against him.

"Of course you didn't. You were too busy trying to estimate your chances with Theo. Heads up, princess. He has higher standards"

I ignored the nickname that would usually make me swoon and instead my mouth opened in shock. How fucking rude of him. Was he ok?

"Are you being serious right now?" I stopped stirring the potion and crossed my arms. I could take a joke but come on. He had taken it too far.

"Perfectly serious. Why? Did you think I was nice?" He stood up to tower over me, his minty scent washing over me. His chocolate brown eyes were like daggers into my soul. It hurt knowing someone I was good friends with could switch up so fast.

"No actually, I didn't. Your just like everyone says you are. You get with a girl for your own pleasure, lead her on and then leave her with a broken heart. Your a rude fucking asshole and nothing more"

His jaw clenched at what I said, waiting for me to say anything else. I didn't actually mean it but I would never let anyone disrespect me and not expect anything back.

I realised soon how close we were. If only he were to move slightly closer, I could have tipped my head upwards and kissed him. The fact that I was thinking about that even though he had insulted me was annoying for me. I shouldn't still like him. Not anymore.

"You really mean that?" His voice came out soft, his jaw no longer clenched. As if he understood what I had said. I hesitated. Of course I didn't. How could I? I liked him for fucks sake.

I sighed "I don't know"

He sat back down as if he were tired of our argument. As if he didn't want to argue with me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said-"

"Let's just forget about it. Ok?" I didn't want to argue either. Maybe he was angry and took it out on me. Fine. I would give him a pass just this once seen as though we were such good friends. (If only we were more than that)

He nodded his head and we worked in silence for the next few minutes. Until he cleared his throat and looked toward me again "Listen y/n. I don't want us to ruin our...friendship for something I've said so let me treat you. Will you be free to come to the diner at eight?"

I paused and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly "Are you asking me on a date or just as friends?" Confident of me to ask but I wanted to know where we stood.

After a pause he replied with "I'd be happy with either, as long as it's with you"

I thought about my next question "And if I want it to be a date?" I asked quietly.

He smiled "I was hoping you'd say that, princess"

[pedrosyouknowwhat]

Apocalyptic winter

Trilogy masterlist

Pairings: Dark! Joel Miller x Fem! Reader

Chapter warnings: Dead dove do not eat, dubcon borders noncon, coercion, manipulation, pregnancy (not very detailed), pregnancy nausea, age gap (reader is 19-20 and Joel is 56), unprotected p in v, grooming, mentions of Sarah & Sarah's mom, victim blaming, angst, depression

"Baby, who did this to you?"

Blood came rushing into your brain, a dull thumping at your temples as you looked up from your seat in Maria and Tommy's couch. Your body begun to shake, because you had silently prayed they wouldn't ask you that. That they'd be too disappointed to do it. But no, Tommy's worried eyes set on you as Maria couldn't do more than blankly stare at the coffee table before you.

Almost as instinct you shook your head, tears kissing your eyelids in a stinging pace.

"It's our fault," You had heard them mutter in the kitchen as you came to them that morning after pouring your soul out on your toilet; you had felt like shit for almost a month now, and Joel did little to calm you down. His priority after the "date" had shifted, and you felt as if every moment with him revolved around bending you over or getting his hands up your skirt. "We never taught her about it-for fuck's sake she's almost twenty-"

After Maria asked about your period and you had lightly commented that you hadn't got it yet, her eyes glazed over with fear as her dark lips parted.

Pregnant.

That was your diagnostic, and it doomed on you. You could barely understand it as it was, perhaps because you have never had to worry about it, or perhaps because you didn't knew better.

"Babygirl," He called again softly, and it irked you. The nickname both brothers used on you, Tommy in his fatherly concern and Joel in his wild savagery. "You are fine, it's fine, jus' need to know who."

How could you tell him that the man that had done that to you was the man whose pictures hang behind him, on top of the fireplace? The man who had just come for dinner the night before and you had called him an "Ol' grumpy man" as you giggled? the very man that had taken you home afterwards and fucked you until you apologized?

Would you have to tell him, then, all the things you had allowed him to do? How he made you come in his fingers? how he had shoved his cock up your throat? How he had fucked you on the bed Tommy himself had built for you?

"No," You panted, feeling your hands clammy from how tight you had them fisted. "Please Tommy, don't make me-"

"Sweatheart," Maria cooed. "Was it-" She stammered with her words, and you felt her breathe getting ragged, as if she was going to say something unspeakable "against your will?"

You felt something clawing at you, a desire to say yes that was strong as the desire to say no when Joel slammed you against your couch, hiking your knees up and wide. But the same way you would plead for more then, you shook your head stubbornly.

"N-no, no," You chanted, seeing their expressions shift slightly. Oh god, they were so disappointed. "I-I wanted it."

Filth pooled from your lips, filth that Joel had set onto you.

"Baby, we need a name." Tommy spoke again, voice harder now despite his softened eyes.

Any name, you thought, the possibility of lying your way out scaring you by even appearing in your head.

"I can't." You croaked, feeling the tears fall down your warm cheeks as you once again failed them.

"Tommy," Maria called, and you felt grateful the attention wasn't on you anymore, until she mumbled the next words. "I think I know."

You wanted to jump on the couch and scream she doesn't, but that level of disrespect was too much for you.

"Then tell me." He demanded, hands on his hips twitching. Maria gave you one look, as if it was your last chance to repent, before opening her lips.

"I-I didn't want to believe it," she started, and it doomed on you that she knew, every little sight she left out building anticipation on you. You barely noticed how wild your hands were shaking. "but I heard whispers about Joel going into her house at night."

A sob broke the silence, face slamming into your hands; because it was never supposed to go this far, because you thought that if they ever knew it would be because of you. Because once Joel had whispered to hush you, that perhaps were you were old enough, it could be.

You heard thundering steps and you flinched, face still cradled in your hands, but as they dissipated, you managed the courage to look up. Only Maria was in the room, and you were to scared to ask were Tommy was, perhaps you knew better.

But any trace of anger wasn't present in her face, and as she casted one look at you, she stood up from her seat and came crashing down at the couch besides you. She hugged you silently.

You realized how much you missed it when you heard raw, bickering voices nearing the house; you felt yourself shaking once again as the door opened, seeing him so fervently.

You whimpered at his glare, deep dark eyes and dark brows, and at the swelling bruise by his jaw; his lip looked busted too. You remembered what Tommy had once told you when you were fifteen, if any guy tries to be smart with ya I'll be his worst nightmare. But of course you had never imagined the guy to be his own brother.

He escorted him in, glaring holes into the back of his head. Joel stopped, as if waiting for someone to tell him to sit down. His way of acting was uncharacteristic, but you knew he wouldn't pick a fight with Tommy, and it was possibly why Tommy only sported bruised, bleeding knuckles.

He looked at you, and then at him, all in a scowl as Tommy nudged him to sit down. He did, spreading and laying his hand over the back rest on the chair, as if he wanted this over with.

You saw the man that had practically raise you hesitate with his words, anger still coursing through his flushed skin as he held one pointer finger at him.

"Tell me what did you do to her." He barked, deep beneath knowing he didn't want to know, just wanted him to recognize him. Joel stayed silent, eyes jumping from you to him to Maria as he rubbed the scruff on his beard. "Tell me!"

You jolted, catching everyone's attention, shaking so violently tears jumped from your eyes to your lap. You felt yourself becoming sweaty from how profusely you were crying.

"You know what I did-"

His voice was dark, bitter, and it brought shivers down your spine.

"Tell. Me." Tommy repeated. Joel grew irritated.

"Yeah we fucked, is that what you wanna hear?" Joel bit. "What's the big deal? not like I fucking raped her-"

"Do you even know how old she is?"

"Yeah, nineteen." Joel gruffed, but he stared at you as if you could had been lying. "Legal now and legal before."

Tommy laughed dryly, ironically. "Older than what Sarah would be."

The name seemed to perk up you and Joel; you knew who she was, and what happened to her, but never from Joel.

"Keep her out of this shit." Joel growled, thought melancholy strained his voice.

"The shit now is what you have gotten yourself into." Tommy spat, and Joel groaned, the seriousness of the situation escaping him. "You got her pregnant."

As if a bomb had burst, silence spread through in a deafening pace. You felt your chest begin to close as you wanted to claw at him, throw yourself at his feet and beg for him to stay besides you.

He remained stoic, hard as he evaded your pleading eyes.

"Ain't got stuff to take it out like the old days?" He asked Maria, so calmly it made you go cold.

"No, Joel," Maria answered shortly, a tangy bitter drawl. "the world had gone to shit, and once again you are getting the wrong girl pregnant."

The wrong girl. It rung in your ears, because you had been Joel's good girl for too long, his baby girl, his sweet little thing and his perfect little whore.

"Then what do you want me to do?" He questioned, and the way not one of his words were directed to you hurt. Tommy nibbled his lips, unsure too. "We don't precisely have child support here, don't we?"

His words came out cynically, as if searching for a escape goat.

Please look at me, please, let me show you how sorry I am, please, Joel.

"You are-You are going to get everything she needs and makes sure she doesn't have to lift one finger." Tommy decided, making his brother howl in frustration. It felt awry, uneasy, how they were discussing this in front of you, without you having one word to say.

You dueled on what you would say if you had the word, perhaps beg Joel to form a family, perhaps tell Tommy that you can take the burden yourself, but the tension in the living room and the way he looked at you, disgusted, sent you mute.

"Gonna act like she wasn't the one spreading her legs?" Joel irked, making Tommy narrow his eyes at him, dangerously. He looked at you, directly for the first time, and spoke to you in his bittersweet drawl. "Why don't you tell them, honey? how you told me you were ready for it-"

"Enough!" Maria bellowed, raising to her feet. But Joel wouldn't seize it, standing as his thick boots thundered the floorboards.

"Yeah because it's easier to come crying to mommy and daddy about it-"

"Joel!" Tommy barked, cutting him off. "I think it is better for you to leave now, you have done enough."

He spared you one look before turning in his heel, his shoulder bumping against Tommy as he left the Miller's house. No, no, NO, begun thundering in your head as you jump to your feet, ignoring Maria as you followed him out into the open door.

"Joel!" You screamed, and he ignored you, shoulder blades tensing. You ran up to him, clinging to his arm. He stopped, possibly not to trample you as he kept his gaze ahead, onto the slowly-filling streets. "I-I swear I didn't tell them- please, Joel-"

He shook you off, not with enough force to send you stumbling down, but so enough to staggered in your feet.

"This was a fucking mistake," He growled at you, and you shook your head, pounding from how much you were crying. "and you are a fucking idiot, stupid whore-"

He cut himself off, seeing how you begged at him, and continued walking away. You heard your name being called, but you just felt onto the cobblestone, chest heaving as you cried your little heart out for him.

The rumor spread, until it was no longer a rumor; it was a fact. Joel Miller had gotten you pregnant. You hid in your house for so long your friends stopped dropping by, knowing they will only see you laying in your couch, red faced and hoarse throat.

Joel wouldn't even deliver things himself, Tommy did it. He and Maria dropped by at least once every day, to see how you were going. They saw you cracking, falling deeper and deeper into hysteria each time. You cried, you laughed, you barely ate and then you binged. All as your tummy swelled.

For some moments you felt as if you didn't know what was growing inside of you, something draining your energy that Joel had thrust upon you. You hadn't seen him in months, and it tore at you.

You had changed the scenario millions of times; sometimes mad at him, sometimes mad at yourself, and sometimes even mad at Tommy and Maria for not teaching you better; but those times were only when the pregnancy took the worst out of you, when you found yourself hurling over the toilet seat and dealing with unbearable pain in your body.

He wasn't there either when you had your baby, just Maria by your side. The overwhelming pain left once she handed you the baby, a gorgeous little girl. In Jackson's small, ran down hospital you stared once again into the eyes of Joel Miller; two dark, chocolaty puppy dog eyes that needed you. It was enough for you at the moment.

But the pleasure was short-lived, as you recovered from birth in the small living room of your house, Tommy cradling the baby in his arm as he cooed and giggled at her and Maria massaged your feet, gently.

"Now I have to go get all that pink stuff," Tommy told the baby between giggles. "and I risked my ass for that firefighter truck huh?"

You laughed, recalling the box Tommy had brought a few weeks before, a box with baby clothes and the firey red toy on the top; he hoped for a boy, but he would never tell you.

"What do you mean, risked your ass?" You laughed, picking up on the last sentences, you had taken a good load of pain medications to ease the aftermath. Probably overkill, but it was easier like that. Your giggles dissipated as you saw his expression souring, Maria ceasing her ministration on your soles. "Tommy?"

Confusion nagged at you, and Maria sighed, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. "Well, Joel hasn't brought anything since um, September I think-" she then added quickly, seeing your horrified expression, "But don't worry yourself about it-"

You gasped in awe, a bit of pain shooting into your chest. Mostly for becoming such a burden to Maria and Tommy, but Joel was... unbelievable.

You had allowed him not coming to see you, you had taken his absence and disinterest, but this hurt worse than that. This was disrespect.

And the thing was, that you had grown tougher. You felt obliged to, for your sake, and your baby's sake, you had left behind your girly fantasies of love and sneaking drinks in the Tipsy Bison. Somehow, Joel Miller had made you a women in more than one way.

And he was about to see it for himself.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Hello :] Can I request headcanons with nightcrawler having a s/o that's a pole dancer? (Not in a sexual way just for fun and exercise)

~Nightcrawler dating a pole dancer HC~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: not a single one this is so cute

Genre: fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request xo

~It's actually how you meet

~Kinda

~Kurt happened to see you one night as you were leaving a class with your friends. He heard your laughter and was enchanted.

~But he was far too shy to approach you, so for weeks he'd 'coincidently' find himself on the same street, at the same time, every Thursday night. Basking in the way your voice threatens to steal his heart right out of his chest.

~You wouldn't notice him for quite some time, but eventually you started to recognize the man across the street when you left your class every evening.

~You initially didn't think much of it, the thing with routines is that they tend to overlap with other routines, if you're at the same place at the same time you're gonna see other people who are also usually at the same place at the same time.

~At some point though, recognizing turned more into looking for and eventually your friends caught on

~With some- cajoling they managed to convince you to actually speak to Kurt

~You'd crossed the street and prepped a quick and straightforward approach. "Hi, sorry to bother you but I've seen you around here and I was wondering if you'd like to meet for coffee some time?"

~Kurt stared at you for so long you were sure he was going to say no, but eventually he snapped out of his stupor and said yes. You traded names and phone numbers and set up a date for Saturday.

~From there you saw Kurt frequently and after 2 months he asked to be your boyfriend.

~It took a while for Kurt to even ask what classes you take Thursdays, but when he found out he was initially quite awkward about it

~He's super supportive and all but he's no saint and wanting to spend time with you while you practice is a test of self-control he wasn't prepared for.

~For a while, he did his best to hide it, it's rude after all, you're not trying to seduce him, he really doesn't want you to think he's being disrespectful- surely if you knew his depraved thoughts you definitely would.

~When you confronted him for being weird about your hobby, he confessed that he feels bad because it makes him horny and he doesn't want to make things uncomfortable since he knows it's not sexual.

~"Kurt, you're my boyfriend. You're allowed to be horny when I'm doing splits on a pole. It's very sweet of you to try protecting my modesty or whatever but I'm not a nun and it's a good thing that you're attracted to me." 

~It made you laugh, how sweet your boyfriend was, worrying you'd be offended that he wanted to fuck you.

~He'd still watch you practice, but from then on he was less shy about his thoughts.

~He'd whistle, or sigh dramatically, whenever you did something he particularly liked, he was also pretty handsy when he could get away with it

~It could be rather distracting but you didn't mind, you liked the attention

~Sometimes he'd ask you to do some crazy combination of moves or he'd want to see whatever you'd learned in that week's class

~You actually managed to convinced him to let you teach him a few moves eventually and honestly once he got the hang of it you, were just as handsy as he was with you. It was hard to resist.

[eliotquillon]

was really shocked to see so many people in this one reddit post say that house hiding chase’s dad’s cancer diagnosis from him was ‘the meanest thing house ever did to one of his fellows’. i think house hiding rowan’s diagnosis from chase is supposed to be a moment of kindness—not for rowan, because house was going to disrespect his wishes and tell chase anyway, but for chase. for all that house claims that knowing chase’s business isn’t going to get him to care about chase any more, it still alters his behaviour; what gets house to back down and keep rowan’s secret is chase finally going into detail about the estrangement. i’ve given him enough hugs; he’s given me enough disappointments. it hurts a lot less to just not care. best case scenario of chase finding out rowan was terminal would have been an awkward, one-sided reconciliation out of guilt; worst case scenario would’ve been it hanging over chase and the guilt fucking him up worse than it actually does in the mistake. house gives chase the questionable gift of blissful ignorance. it’s something he tries to cultivate for himself when john house dies: avoiding the sickbed, trying to avoid the funeral. yes, it’s fucked up. maybe it fucked chase up more than just knowing would have. but house thought he was doing chase a favour! he thought he was preventing chase from self-sabotaging his own protective measures! house does this for chase for the same reason that chase is the only fellow to correctly twig that, regardless of how much house hated john, his death had to be messing him up in some way; they had the same relationship with their fathers. house was trying to do right by him; the issue is that ‘doing right’ is subjective.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

Five times you hated Joshua

genre : soft angst word count : 1.3 k words > trigger warnings : profanities and slight slut-shaming (not by shua)

1.

When he helped you up after you tripped in front of him like a goddamn idiot

What happened half an hour ago was the thing you have been dreading since you and Joshua broke up. You even went to church on a Sunday with your mother and begged God to let you keep your dignity for once and NOT make a fool of yourself in front of Joshua. And did you do exactly one week later? Be the biggest, most pathetic loser in this whole city, nay, the universe! Maybe it wasn't a big deal. Lots of people make eye contact with their ex who they have been ghosting, and then stub their toe in the sidewalk, let out a scream a pterodactyl would be proud of, and fall face first into the snow. Joshua running over to help you up was the nail on the coffin. You hated him so much.

Why couldn't he have left you alone when you were hurt?

2.

When he lied to your mom that you were still together

"Why didn't you tell me the reason Joshua couldn't come to family dinner was because he is busy on an important work project? A project that could even net him a promotion??" As usual, your mother screeched as soon as the call connected.

Blindsided by it all, you replied in the most intelligent way you could,

"Huh?”

"And here I thought he finally had enough of you and broke up. I mean no would blame him. Look at who Joshua is and look at yourself. Goodness!”

"Um, yeah, sorry, he was just busy.”

Your brain volleyed off your mom's interrogation on autopilot because the only thing your mind could loop was how much you loathed Joshua.

Why did he still have to be your partner in crime?

3.

When he helped you feed stray cats even when he doesn't like pets.

Enough time has passed since your breakup that you felt that it was safe enough to pass through your old neighbourhood yours and Joshua's home. Making a slight detour to check up on the two stray cats you used to take care of, you push down the feelings of guilt that bubble up. You keep telling yourself that they are okay. They are stray cats. They will be fine without you feeding them premium grade tuna. But, you are still apprehensive of what you are going to find. Suddenly, you see a silhouette dropping something on where the cats frequently gather. Recognizing it's Joshua, you dash into deep dive into the adjacent alley. Your eyes widen in disbelief as you recognize the can Joshua poured something out of. Making sure to stay still until he leaves, you creep slower when the area is deserted again. You saw right. It was the type of tuna you always fed the strays with. It took you a whole minute to wrap your head around the fact that Joshua kept on feeding your the cats. The same Joshua who grumbled that they will follow you home if you keep on feeding them. The same Joshua who passive aggressivly attached the pet policy notice on the fridge with magnets. That Joshua? You can't even stand seeing a single strand of his hair at this moment.

Why did he break his own rules for you?

4.

When he doesn't let anyone disrespect you behind your back

You didn't mean to hear it. However, it seemed that the universe decided that you were its new punching bag and thus, the moment you hit behind the curtains to take a breather (cough hide from Joshua cough) , an annoying, grating voice piped up,

"Hey, Josh!"

Your first thought was, who the fuck is Josh and your second thought was, oh no (you could f e e l the universe smugly saying, oh yes)

"Hey, man! Long time no see. What's up?" A very, very familiar voice replied.

"It's all good. Just peachy. You here alone? I swear, I thought I saw that girl of yours."

You swear that you could feel the. heat radiating off a body just a few centimetres in front of you in the pitch-black darkness . And the voice responding confirmed that you were not being delusional.

"Um. Maybe she is here. I don't know actually. We sort of broke up." Joshua replied awkwardly.

"Oh damn. It's all right, bro. There are plenty of fish in the sea and all that. I always thought she was a bit of a bitch anyway. Acting like she is so above us while dressing so slutty."

Pin drop silent lasted for a few seconds and then, with steel in his voice that you didn't know he possessed, Joshua spit out,

"I think you got the wrong idea here, pal. She broke up with me and not the other way around. And even if I broke up with her, it would not be because of any fault of hers. She is an amazing person inside out."

That piping voice finally got a hint (who even was this idiot) and squeaked a bit in fear.

"Wow, sorry, man. I didn't know that you guys were still together. I totally respect your territory and all that."

"You don't have to respect my 'territory' at all. But never disrespect her in front of me again."

"Yeah, whatever, bye."

Both of you could hear the idiot mutter as he walked away, "What crawled up his ass today?"

Letting out a deep sigh, Joshua also walked away. And you hated him a bit more.

Why couldn't he let you face the world alone?

5.

When he is always in your corner even when you are not

It was a dull Monday evening like any other. The only thing that was exciting in your life was that you were two pages away from finishing the book you were slogging through the last eight months. Just as you turn to the second last page, a small slip of paper starts to float down from the book. Now, curious, you pick it up only to read the words,

"Almost at the end! I always knew you could do it, sweetheart <3 - Your Joshua."

A high-pitched kneeing wail slipped out of your throat and you fell down to your knees. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why. Why did he have to be so supportive? You never hated someone as much as you hated him.

Why did he always have faith in you?

+ The one time you accepted that you will always love him

+1

You were so used to taking the same route every day that it was something you could do with your eyes closed. Suddenly a shrill ring of the phone broke the sacred silence of the subway. Ugh, who doesn't even know to silence their phones before getting on here? You think before recognising that it was your phone that was ringing. In a panic-filled scramble, you accept the phone call and whisper,

"Hello?"

"Wow, I didn't think you would pick up." Joshua said with a tired chuckle.

"Um, well, I did. Is it something important you wanted to tell me? I am actually on the subway. I will call you back later?"

"No! It's fine. There's no need to call back." With a click, the call ended. You turn the short conversation over in your mind. Only one thing stood out. Joshua's voice was even but there seemed to be something he was holding back.

Making a sudden split decision, you elbow your way through the crowd and managed to get on the platform just one second before the subway pulled away. Giving yourself a second to catch your breathe, you make your way towards Joshua's house. It's not something an ex-girlfriend should do but Joshua was so bad at asking for help and you couldn't bear the thought of him experiencing any kind of pain.

It's okay, you guys were bad at being exes anyways.

[nyx-is-missing]

Hi! Can I request a Clarissa × Fem!reader, where reader is spending a lot of time talking to someone from Athena's cabin and she gets jealous. you can decide what cabin reader is in :)

Jealous jealous girl

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (apollo's kid)

Summary: when the girl she likes is being friendly to someone, Clarisse might see red.

Warnings: no major fights actually, fluff (a bit) kissing (yes today no clickbait) medíocre writting and im sorry.

(I didn't review it, don't sue me, English isn't my native language, that's probably why it's mediocre, love ya

"Have you actually read that book? Oh my gods really? I felt like i was the only one who knew it"

Clarisse watched with red eyes as (Y/n) got excited and laughed togheter with some kid from Athena's cabin.

They werent exactly...togheter yet, but they WERE something, everyone was sure of that.

Clarisse mind couldnt comprehend then, how even though EVERYONE knew they had something, that particular girl would not back off of her.

(Y/n) laughed togheter with the girl at some book reference she had made, and the final straw for Clarisse was when the girl had the courage to touch her girl's knee.

Her sunshine?

The disrespect, was she not seeing Clarrise looking at them? Like 10 steps behind?

The.disrespect.

Oh that will end right now.

Walking over to the girls with a fake smile who people would perceive of normal happiness, however, if you did knew her, her eyes had a hint of red rage in them.

"Love? Would you come with me for a second yes?"

She took (Y/n) by the hands but before she could even get up the Athena kid made herself seen.

"Excuse me? Cant you see we're talking? So rude."

"Oh yes, excuse you really, i dont think a need a cue to talk to my girlfriend, now shut up before I make you eat that book for dinner."

Not waiting for any more words Clarisse took reader by the hand again.

"Clarisse that was not nice, she was my friend- dont even start to speak right now, we'll talk in my cabin, it must be empity right now, we dont need the camp seeing something they dont need"

Letting (Y/n) guide her, still holding her hand, Clarisse had a confused look on her face.

"But we are not going to fight, not today"

"Says who?"

They got inside the cabin and bingo, empity empity, all the Apollo kids must be doing its activities, or getting ready for dinner, as always.

"Me, Love. We wont fight, we'll talk."

Clarisse sat down at the bed she knew it was (y/n)'s waiting for her to do the same.

Choosing to stand, she had a blank look on her face.

"You said we would talk, talk to me, why be mean to my friend clari?"

"Because im jealous. Im not made of steel, love, i cant see a girl from a rival cabin flirting with my sunshine and go around skipping like a kid, you know me"

"We were not flirting clari, she is my friend!"

"YOU were not flirting, she wants to be more than that"

Clarisse corrected

"And you have a right to do something about it since when? Everytime you talk about me to your friends im a friend too, but suddently when its convenient i turn into your girlfriend? Oh please"

Clarisse looked at her, and extended her hands to grab (y/n) hands, when they finally touched Clarisse got (y/n) to get closer and closer to her, now she was standing in between Clarisse's legs and had to look down to see her.

"I never said i was right love, im sorry for hurting you, i swear.....i was insecure about that, im so sorry really..."

"Clari you dont needed to-"

"Date me"

Clarisse interrupted her mid speech.

"What?"

"Date me, let me introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend, i wont make you hurt anymore, date me....-"

Please

That was the word missing, would it make clarisse apear as desperate if she used it?

Fuck it, she was inside the Apollo cabin, that gave her enough poetic justice to be as luvestruck as she could

She found herself resting her hands on (y/n) hips, looking up to her with heart eyes.

"Please... date me"

.

.

.

"Say something, please"

Whoever first said that acts spoke words was very much right, because the kiss Clarisse received was nothing short of a love letter.

Clarisse felt hands on her cheek and neck, caressing her.

The kiss was slow and carefull at first, like the first time they kissed, so very sweet, until it wasn't.

When the kiss deepened, Clarisse's hands sunk more onto (y/n) hips, and then started to pull her down, to sit on her lap.

It was the very first time both felt like this, the absolute need to just become a fusion, hug so tightly a loved one that they would just morph into one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you"

Clarisse said, breathing in her girlfriend's neck when they separated to breath.

When (y/n) was going to speak, she felt a small bite on her lower neck.

"Clarisse- ah"

"Sorry.."

Clarissed giggled before she went back kissing her mouth, when did she became one of the girls that giggled?

They heard the cabin door opening and then a

"Oh fuck sorry i just...ill come back later, and you (y/n) will tell me everything about later or ill change my name, bye lovebirds"

They looked at each other resisting the urge to laugh.

"Well i guess we wont need to introduce ourselfs to anybody, by tomorrow morning they'll know"

[billliesbabygirl]

miss eilish

this one’s very stupid

y/n

i couldn't get any sleep last night, and now i've slept through all of my classes. i walked into my last period class knowing i would fall asleep as soon as i got to my desk.

god i hate ms. eilish. i know she'll be mad at me for sleeping through her boring math class and she'll be happy to embarrass me in front of everyone. again.

i don't know why she always targets me, she yells at me anytime she gets the chance.

a few minutes passed and my eyes got heavy, my sleepiness took over and i started to drift off.

—

i wake up to someone pulling on my hair, lifting my head up

"try not to get your drool all over my desk." ms. eilish laughed at me.

i felt like bawling, embarrassment takes over me and all i could spit out was an 'i'm sorry'

"you're wasting your time and your parents money if you don't act right, do you understand me?" she waits for me nod before continuing her lesson.

i hate that she's so mean. she's so pretty, my gaze lingers on her for a moment while i take in her beauty. my eyes drop to her lips, she has the kind of lips that are just begging to be kissed, my eyes start wandering to her body.

"like what you see?" billie catches you staring and raises an eyebrow, her lips forming a smirk.

"y- yes" fuck. why did i say that.

(i know the stuttering is stupid lmaoshjsjs)

"im flattered, but maybe you should focus on the lesson i'm trying to teach you." she says sarcastically, making my cheeks an even brighter shade of red.

"yes ma'am, i'm sorry" i felt like crying.

she walked closer to me leaning down next to me."don't think this is over y/n, would you mind staying after class? we need to have a little talk" she whispers in my ear giving me goosebumps.

"okay." i guess i'm just gonna get yelled at. i started to anticipate her getting mad at me. what the fuck. why do i want her to yell at me? maybe the sleepiness is fucking with my head, she's just so hot.

—

class ends and after everyone leaves i stay at my seat. i don't even know what to expect from ms. eilish, she's either gonna make me grade papers for hours or she's gonna call my mom. ugh.

"cmere baby" my heart starts to race and i try to hide my new excitement. i mumble a yes ma'am and slowly walk to her desk.

"listen y/n, you've been very disrespectful in my class, that needs to stop." she stares at me seriously.

i know deep down i deserve this, i avoid eye contact with her out of embarrassment but i can see how mad she is "i'm sorry ms. eilish" i started to play with my hands out of nervousness, shes just staring at me.

"you don't have to call me ms. eilish sweet girl" she said before biting her lip

i smile softly at her, i love this soft side of her, she makes me feel weirdly safe and scared at the same time. "you don't want me to, ms. eilish?" i tease her, laughing quietly. she shakes her head no while still biting her lip.

"what should i call you then?" i stare back at her, finally brave enough to hold eye contact with her, and her beautiful, beautiful eyes.

a small smirk forms on her face again. "you wanna call me mommy sweetheart?"

"o-okay mommy" i didn't know what to say, or what was happening.

"that's it baby, you wanna sit in my lap? i promise mommy's gentle" she pats her lap, and laughs softly.

she wraps her arms around me pulling me close after i sit on her thigh. what the fuck is happening. her pretty lips are so close to mine when i turn my face towards hers, she puts one hand behind my head, smiling and pulling me closer to her. she softly kisses my lips and grunts. my eyes are wide open as she kisses me and she laughs when she notices.

"i know you want me sweetheart, you can't keep your fucking eyes off my tits." i blushed in embarrassment, i don't know how i made it so obvious.

"o-oh" she smiles and inhales deeply, loving the scent of my hair and the warmth of my body on hers. "i'm interested in you, sweet girl. you're so endearing, and on top of that you're absolutely adorable." she smiles at me.

my eyes lit up and i quietly said thank you. "why do you always yell at me if you like me so much?" i asked, pouting a little.

"you're a good student, i just love seeing the way you react to me humiliating you. you squirm like a little bitch. i know you love it."

what the fuck.

i let out a whimper and hide my face in the crook of her neck out of embarrassment.

billie's eyes narrow, lifting my face to look towards her. "awh baby, you love when mommy makes you feel helpless huh?" i nod my head slowly.

"i want you to lick my pussy baby, can touch do that for mommy?" i needed to please her, i need to make her proud. i nod and get on my knees looking up at her, she has a handful of my hair and looks down at me with a sadistic smirk.

she grips my hair even harder while pulling my face closer to her heat. her breathing getting faster as you got closer. "good fucking girl"

she's bites her lip when i start licking her, she thrusts her hips against my face, her clit rubbing my lips.

"that's it, that's my slut" i moan at the name while sucking at her clit, earning a whimper from her.

i reached between my legs slipping my hand under my skirt, rubbing my clit through my panties. bucking my hips against my hand and moaning against her pussy again.

billie pulls my face even closer to her, grinding against my mouth "so fucking pathetic baby, you need to hump your fucking hand because you can't wait to get off?" all i could do was whine against her.

billie's eyes widen as she gets to the brink of her orgasm, she continues fucking my face until she cums with a low moan, leaving her sweetness on my face.

"awh baby" she says as she's coming down, watching me desperately grind on my hand.

"mommy!" i whimper making her laugh at me, she tells me to get back on her lap and i obey her. she pulls me up onto her thighs

"calm down baby, it's okay mommy's gonna take care of you okay?" she says while tracing my thighs. her hand goes under my shirt feeling the wetness of my panties

—

"calm down baby, it's okay mommy's gonna take care of you okay?" she says while tracing my thighs. her hand goes under my skirt feeling the wetness of my panties

"oh sweetheart, you soaked your panties. slutty girl." she laughs at me. i start bucking my hips against her fingers and she moves them immediately.

she pulls on my hair making my head lean back "desperate bitch" she laughs pityingly, her hand resting on my thighs.

"mommy's gonna make you feel so good." she says soothing me, her hand occasionally brushing the wet fabric of my panties.

she lifts my skirt up more putting my body on display, she played with the hem of my panties slowly pulling them down.

"oh baby, you're fucking dripping. you're so slutty, can't even control yourself and your needy pussy."

billie's hand trails up my thigh, her touch is light and gentle, teasing me making me beg for more. "see? practically begging for me to fuck you. useless little thing."

"touch me" i groan, frustrated. she slaps my thigh making me whine in pain and pleasure.

"you don't tell mommy what to do, i'll do whatever i want with you, whenever i want. do i need to shut you up?"

"i- i'm sorry mommy i didn't mean to" i was interrupted with another slap on my thigh, a little harder this time.

billie leans over me a little to rummage through the drawers of her desk, until she finds a black leather ball gag. she holds it in front of my face with a dominant look in her eye "this is what dirty girls like you need."

she puts the gag next to my face, pulling the straps tight around my head as she leans in to whisper in my ear "open wide"

i comply and i couldn't help but smirk to myself knowing what i was getting into. she nods at me obeying her, sliding the ball between my teeth. she fits the straps snuggly around my head. billie moves her hands back between my legs, continuing to tease me. her hand traces patterns on my thigh, just barely avoiding where i needed her most.

i whine through the gag and she smirks at my eagerness, loving how easily i submit to her.

her fingers finally reached my pussy, tracing circles around my entrance. she finally puts a finger inside and i let out a muffled scream.

she smiles at my reaction, her fingers pumping in and out of me at a almost torturing slow pace. "you want more, little slut?"

i frantically nod and buck my hips, she laughs and adds two fingers. filling the room with my whines and the sounds of wetness between my legs.

she smirks and wipes the drool from my face, "oh, you poor thing, you can hardly handle the gag. drooling like a little bitch."

i whine again and she continues to slowly stretch me out, i start pushing into her fingers needing her to go faster. "awwwh baby look how desperate you are" she taunts knowing exactly what it does to me.

she started picking up her pace making me moan around the gag, she pushes back into me hitting all of the right spots. i can already feel myself getting close.

she moved her hand that was tangled in my hair to my clit, slowly rubbing circles around it. "you love when mommy uses you like this huh?"

i nod while moaning loudly. billie could tell i was close, my body was trembling, my breathing was messy and my wetness was running down my thighs. i was dying to cum for her.

i'm practically screaming through the gag. she laughs at me and takes her fingers out, making me whine desperately at the loss of pleasure.

"shut the fuck up" she spanks my thigh and pulls my hair before grabbing my hips and lifting me onto her desk. fuck.

she leans down and opens my legs, putting her face between them. kissing my thighs all the way up to my pussy.

she wraps her lips around my clit, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around it. both of her hands were gripping my hips to keep me still while she continued to suck and lick my pussy.

"filthy little slut. you love mommy's tongue so much don't you? so fucking pathetic, dripping all over my desk" she says with her face buried in my pussy.

all i can think about is the pleasure i'm feeling, crashing over me in waves as she continues to devour me. i've never felt anything like this before, it's so addicting.

she adds the three fingers back in me, making my legs shake and my hips buck towards her. she went faster as she sucked harder, her mouth never leaving my clit completely at her mercy as she fucks me with her fingers.

"awh baby i think i fucked you dumb. such a stupid little slut huh, can't think straight when mommy uses you?" she laughs as she ruins me.

"that's it little slut" she says as i get closer to my orgasm, whimpering and whining uncontrollably. "i want your slutty cum on my fingers"

billie curls her fingers hitting the perfect spot that brings me over the edge. my body tenses up and i moan loudly through my gag, cumming on her fingers. i'm a dripping mess whining and shuddering on her fingers.

she takes her fingers out when my body relaxes and i come down from it, billie warmly smiles at me and wraps her arms around me. i nuzzle my face against her neck, still breathing heavily.

she rubs my back soothingly before grabbing my face and kissing my forehead.

"let me clean you up sweetheart"

hi im embarrassed again

[11queensupreme11]

Queen, I was watching some funny YouTube videos, and I was wondering how the yans would react to the no or shut up prank. Like percy asking her kids to do something, and they say "no", and she asks them again, and they say, "Shut up". I just wanna have some laughs!

THIS WOULD BE ABSOLUTE SUICIDE DEPENDING ON THE YAN DADDY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

poseidon.... dear lord, that child is DEAD before they could even say the words "shut up". in his eyes, daring to EVER deny their mother anything is already a death sentence alone so just the "no" would be enough to get them killed; "if your mother tells you to do something, you say 'yes mother' and GET THAT SHIT DONE 😠🔱". the posy kids are at least smart enough to know to NEVER try this prank with him tho 😭

hades would quickly get enraged and uncharacteristically snap at them for their rudeness towards their mother. fortunately, he would not kill his kids for it, but unfortunately, he would also launch into a nonstop lecture that lasts for hours long and he REFUSES to let his kids get a word in so they can't even try to explain to him that it was just a prank 😭

anubis would be sooooo aghast. he is downright horrified; like a loud dramatic gasp, hand over his nonexistent heart kinda horrified. he is a big family man and wants his kids to be equally as "ride or die" for their family as he is, and he ESPECIALLY wants them to love and respect their mother!!!! this is the ultimate betrayal, where did he go wrong in raising his pups?! he immediately starts yelling and screaming at them to get their attitude fixed because how DARE they speak to their mother that way!!! 😡

cú chulainn's jaw would drop before he quickly gets angry. he'll get right up to their face and start yelling at them, "what the fuck did you just say to your mother?! repeat that again, you shit, i fucking dare you! come on, say it again! what, too scared now, huh?!". yeah he loves messing with percy, but he would never let anyone else disrespect her, especially not their own children!!!! 😤 he might actually even put his hands on them too 💀 the kids would need their mother to try and calm him down first so they could explain lol

apollo would lose his dramatic flair and get serious REAL fast 💀 he'd be too upset to even realize that they're just joking around 💔 nice job kids, now your silly dramatic and easygoing father is gone and he's ready to give you guys the ultimate punishment 💀 they'd get scared off quick tho and quickly explain to their dad that it's just a prank. now apollo's back to being 🥰 again lol

it wouldn't work with loki 😔 he would know right away that it's just a prank and his kids know that so they won't try it

same with beelzebub too! he also would know that it's just a prank, but while loki's amused, he's unimpressed that his kids would try something as dumb as this. fortunately, they wouldn't tho