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guess who handed the professor her final thesis this morning?

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hello everyone,

it’s been a long time since i’ve last shown up here, and a lot has happened in my private life to keep me away.

for starters, my grandmother was hospitalized and unfortunately passed away on the 12th of september. i’m pretty sure i haven’t been the same ever since. she was my closest and probably the relative i loved the most and her absence still hurts seven months later.

then i got busy with university and projects. im a law student and i got to take the bar exam for the first time last november and i didn’t make it because of one single question. i felt terrible, stupid and afraid i’m not gonna have a carrier because i can’t even do that. how bad would i be in the actual field?

then i lost my job for a while there, managed to keep it somehow, but the first three months of this year were mental hell. my anxiety was everywhere and i couldn’t bring myself to do much. i have ideas, plans and half written fanfiction just waiting there that i never go to finish.

and as of right now i have a final thesis to conclude, and i got like a week to do it. 50-60 pages and i’m still stuck in 10. pray for me i guess, lol.

i wanted to write to everyone sooner. i wanted to come back with something for everyone that continues to read and waits on my stories. for that i’m eternally grateful and i’m incredibly sorry i haven’t manage to publish anything in so long. i hope when i’m done with my thesis i can finally put something out.

i wish everyone all the best, and hopefully see you all soon.

with lots of love,

rai x

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taking a nap on top of a big man could fix me

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hi you have broken my brain and i am now irrevocably obsessed with jason todd (and especially the way you write him 🥹💕) thank you so much :’))))

thinking so hard about wet soapy jason in the shower and the fact that neither of you would ever be able to shower alone bc as soon as one of you realized your love was in the shower you’d HAVE to join <3

i love how sweet this is.

everytime you grab your towel or switch on the shower Jason appears in your line of sight, shirt already halfway off, an excited little smile on his handsome face.

he’s already telling you—rambling really—that he’s washing your hair first and he needs to condition his because he didn’t have time before and he wants to use the fruity shower gel you love because he likes the way it smells and you both have just this sigh of relief when you press together because of course you feel right at home under eachothers palms.

it doesn’t matter where he is, the second you switch on the water he’s there. you pick up your towel in his general vicinity and his head snaps up, watching you until you head into the bathroom and he’s immediately trailing at your heels.

or, you get home, hear the shower running and before you even enter the bathroom your pants are hanging from one leg. Jason thinks it’s hilarious when you fumble your way into the shower with him, hands already reaching out to touch his soapy skin, all warm and soft and safe.

you both write stupid little messages and make silly drawings on the mirror when it gets all steamy and more often than not it’s a simple ‘I love you’ or ‘let’s fuck later’ with a horrible picture of two stick people laying on top of each other, (you tried your best, okay?).

you know that joke about dads and knowing when you touch/go near the thermostat?? yeah. that. but it’s Jason and his shower sensing ability.

he’s out on patrol, you start the shower and all of a sudden you get a text message from him saying ‘don’t you dare shower without me.’

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mhm. thinking of you having eyes too big for your cunt.

meeting jason as a one off little hook up because you’re bored and want a decent fuck for once and him immediately warning you that he’s big. bigger than he thinks you can handle and you taking it as an immediate challenge. all cocky and adamant than you can take him, “im a big girl, hood. ill be able to fuck myself on your cock for fun.” and “just because others can’t take your dick doesn’t mean i can’t. you can’t be that fucking big.”

being forced to eat your own stupid words when he barely sinks the tip into your soft little pussy and you start fucking whining, gasping little breaths as he stretches you open. face scrunched up in a wince, teeth pressed together as your pussy tries to force him out.

jason’s voice knocking up a pitch in response, a knowing drawl making his mouth start watering. tone all mocking and condescending, “poor baby, can’t even take the tip before tapping out.” and “what happened to you? why’re you crying? i thought you said you could take me?”

sniffling and trying to control your tears as he keeps sinking more and more into your cunt, the stretch hurting so bad your legs tremble. jason cooing, kissing you so deeply it’s dizzying and leaving you half in love. all whilst telling you how good you’re being for him and holding you open by the backs of your knees so you can’t close your legs, all to watch your poor pussy weep and struggle to swallow him up.

it turns him on so bad to feel you clench so goddamn tightly around his cock he can hardly move. your voice wobbling and hitching when he pulls back only to push back forward and nudge himself that little bit deeper.

you cry and cry but you’re so wet it’s almost disgusting and jason decides there and then that he’s never letting you go.

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absolutely no pressure but do you think you'll ever update baby steps again? i just need to know if my heart should still be holding out or find a new fic ajskaka

baby steps is not done 😭😭😭

i swear i sat down on sunday ready to begin chapter seven (and I did!). however, my grandma was hospitalized again and has been at the hospital since and it’s all been so tiring. coupled with the fact i still had some exams to finish this week. but i already have the chapter mapped out and i’m ready to write it this weekend. at the earliest, tomorrow it’ll be out, but hold on there IT’S COMING I PROMISE!

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i was going to write a rooster x reader story for tonight, but i’ll have to go to the hospital with my grandma again. maybe tomorrow, but i have two exams this week, so idk 🥲

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When we will get some of biker!Jason again? 😭

“I’m sorry, but did your buttons break?” you asked when your boyfriend stopped on his bike right by your side. Baseball jersey unbuttoned and exposing his six pack for the whole of Gotham to see.

“It’s a hot day,” he explained while you proceeded to button him up. “Thought I’d freshen up a little.”

You didn’t have to be looking at his face to know it had a huge grin plastered all over it. Jason enjoyed when you got possessive. Way too much for your liking. But you couldn’t help when your boyfriend was as hot as a greek hero and all the girls would do anything to have him instead of you.

“My property. Mine to see only,” you said, buttoning the neck of his shirt and pulling him closer to you, kissing his helmet where his lips were supposed to be and pushing him away to fetch your own helmet from his arms.

“C’mon babes. Let me give them a show,” he joked. And with only a side-eyed stare he changed his mind. “Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now?”

“By the looks of it,” you said, fixing his tightened shorts. “I might just have an idea.”

Offering you a hand, Jason helped you up his back seat and guided your hands to sit around his waist. You, however, preferred them a bit lower, earning a groan from deep within his throat.

“Hold on tight, baby. I can’t wait to get us home.”

inspired by this reel. also, enjoy all his content. he’s one of my fav bikers :3

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Jason: I cut my finger

Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better

Jason: That works?

Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little

*later* Jason: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Roy: Fucking finally

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Once you and Simon get married, you best bet this man is OBSESSED with calling you his wife.

You’re no longer listed as Y/N in his phone, you’ve now upgraded to “Mrs. Riley.” And the man couldn’t give two shits about how much he’s teased for it.

Any time he address you, you’re no longer babe, love, honey, oh no, it’s “wife, where’s the detergent?” “I missed you, Mrs. Riley.” “What would you like for dinner tonight, wifey?”

Is SUCH a proud fuckin’ husband and loves to show you off to everyone. Had the biggest shit eating grin as he introduced you as his wife to the 141. “This is my wife, Mrs. Riley.”

Will always find ways to tell people that he’s married to you. Getting his haircut? “Oh yeah, my wife likes it when I get it cut this way.”

At the supermarket? “Excuse me, my wife is trying to find this, can you tell me where I can find it?”

Getting hit on by folk at base? “Oh you like my mask? I’ll be sure to let my wifey know, she’s the one who made it for me.”

EQUALLY loves when you call him husband, or hubby. This man will never get tired of you calling him as such.

Oh, you called him Simon? Who the fuck is Simon? That’s hubby to you, sweetheart.

Sweet fuckin man just wants everyone to know what a lucky man he is that he landed you as his wifey.

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update: it’s nearly midnight but my grandma is better and will be going home soon! if i’m not too tired by the time i get home i might finish the biker au blurb!!!!

ok guys. not headach free and no biker!jason tonight. i’m taking my grandmother to the hospital, but hopefully it’s not anything bad. hopefully i’ll see you soon

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ok guys. not headach free and no biker!jason tonight. i’m taking my grandmother to the hospital, but hopefully it’s not anything bad. hopefully i’ll see you soon

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ok eating didn’t heal my headache so i’m bound for a nap. hope i get better cuz i wanna write a biker!jason imagine cuz i miss this trope so baaaaad

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more blurbs coming soon. i just need to eat cuz it’s 5:30pm and i haven’t had lunch lmao

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Hello, could I request a Peter Pevensie x reader, where the reader dreams that she has a baby and a perfect life with Peter, then when she wakes up she realizes that it was all a dream and that makes her very sad and it costs her everything about her dream . Peter then I would like him to have a very loving moment

It was too vivid. Too real. So much that once you were awake, once you didn’t have it all, you felt… empty. You knew you shouldn’t feel this bad over a dream, but it didn’t feel like it at all.

Peter noticed you were off all day. Distant, upset. Every time he tried to talk to you, and you offered him short replies behind a weak and bland voice, a half assed smile gracing your lips, he too felt broken. Unable to help his love, unable to understand what was going on.

It was only after dinner, after you ate quietly amongst the loud crowd that was his siblings, that Peter had a proper opportunity to get you out of your head. As you walked silently towards your bedroom, he followed you in a rush, called your name, and made you stop even though you didn’t want to.

“Yn,” he said softly. Grabbing your waist and making you look at him, he continued. “Baby, what’s wrong? You’ve been strange all day. Too quiet. I’m worried.”

The frown he wore, the visible confusion and worry painted on his face, only made you feel worse. You didn’t mean to worry anyone, especially with such a silly little thing. When he watched your eyes flood with tears, he embraced you in a tight bear hug, letting you cry on his shoulder while he peppered kisses on top of your head.

He truly was lost. Nothing, no one, no anything at all, gave him a clue to why you were upset, and all he could do was bounce you two around, whispering words to try to make you feel better.

He didn’t know how long had passed since you started crying. But he noticed when your sobs got lower. Few and far between. So, slowly, he lifted your chin up so he could look deep into your tear-swollen eyes.

With a weak voice, you finally replied. “I had a dream,” you began, suddenly feeling all stupid for it all. Peter’s face morphed into one of deep confusion. A dream? Why were you this upset about a dream?

“It was… Me and you,” you continued, rubbing his waist for comfort. “And our babies.”

A lone tear escaped from your eyes, as you had believed they were done falling. From confusion, Peter’s face softened, a soft smile beginning to form on his lips. He couldn’t deny that the idea you had dreamed about a future where you two had kids of your own didn’t please him. After all, it was his dream too. But he quite couldn’t get why that made you upset. Were you perhaps not happy with the idea?

“You,” he tried to speak, but his voice suddenly cracked. “You’re not happy with it? You don’t want kids?”

Noticing how far gone from the truth he was, you shook your head ferociously. “No. No! I mean. Yes, I was happy with it. Everything! It’s just that, it was so… So real, Pete. It was as if I truly had birthed them, and not like they were part of my imagination.”

“We were playing around at the beach. Running around them. A boy and a girl. They looked like twins. We were so happy. When I woke up I was so confused, because it felt so realistic, like I truly was there. When it dawned on me it was just a dream it made me so sad. I don’t know why,” you let out a dry laugh. “It so stupid, but… It suddenly felt like all of it was so far from becoming the truth. So… unattainable.”

“Baby,” he cooed. “It’s not stupid. And it’s not unattainable. Why do you think so?”

“I don’t know. I-I… I just don’t know.”

Lowering himself to your height, looking deep into your orbs, Peter concluded.

“Yn, there’s nothing I want most in this world than having my children with you. I love you, more than anything. Do you understand? I don’t know why it ever crossed your mind we could never make that a reality, because, for Aslam, I’ll fucking die trying. Quite literally.”

Stealing a humorous laugh from you, Peter came closer, meeting your lips halfway. As you melted into his embrace, he caressed your body, joining you two closer than possible. When you ran out of breath, he rested his forehead on yours.

“Yn?” 

You hummed in response.

“Tell me more about this dream. I want to know everything about it.”

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i just came back to tumblr to see this has over 1k notes, like... WTFFFF

pussy drunk dick grayson 😁🫶🏽 he has so much stamina it’s insane, grinding deep into your cunt with your leg bent over his shoulder while he litters bruised across your collarbone. he’s overstimulating you AND himself, deep groans and grunts turning into almost pathetic moans and near whimpers into you ear before he’s filling you up for the third- or fourth- time that night.

Dick layered butterfly kisses all over your sensitive cunt, his nose and chin soaked from your sweet juices. He’d been face deep into it for well past fifteen minutes, leaving you sore and moaning mess. His tongue parted your folds once more, a heavenly goodbye from his favorite spot, and you had to hold down a scream, aware that your neighbors might’ve been pissed off by tonight’s shenanigans.

Leaving your pussy for once, he immediately smacked his lips against your neck, painting little and large bruises all over it. Purple, blue, red. All the colors. Your skin his little art project.

He didn’t think twice before slamming his member inside of you, hammering hard against your wetness, desperate to feel you around him once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even close, but he unhooked one of your legs, placing them over his shoulder for easier access. Your noises filling the room for the third, fourth, fifth or whatever time it was at that point.

Your mind was already clouded from two rounds ago, now just a carcass. The carcass of a woman whose insides were filled with his love and pleasure. Dick groaned, moaned, screamed loudly in your ear. Repeated ‘I love yous’ mixed with filthy little words, his own little pleasure anthem. His penis was sore, aching from the effort it had been through all night, but he was so hungry for more, so hungry for you, that he couldn’t, he did not want to stop.

Tears flooded his eyes as he felt his release forming in his lower stomach. “That’s, baby.” he said, moving his hips like a desperate dog. “My little slut is gonna be filled up all over again.” he whispered in your ear, words rushed in between deep guttural moans.

With a loud scream, a hand pushing against the headboard, you came all over him and he filled you for the millionth time that night at the same moment. “D-dick…” you begged him, crying out pleasure filled tears. You were done. You were exhausted.

But his continued slow thrusts, his nibbling and biting at your neck, were a warning. A warning he wasn’t done with you tonight. Oh, he wasn’t done with you at all.

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