ohcroculus

[ohcroculus]

Superman isn't woke. You're just so evil that you see a man doing acts of kindness and you think it's a targeted political agenda

[ohcroculus]

he never imagined he'd live long enough to be a father.

he still doesn’t quite believe it, not really. not even now, with your hand resting over the curve of your belly and your eyes soft and tired from too many nights of uncomfortable sleep.

he sits on the edge of the bed like he's afraid to touch you. not because he doesn't want to—he always wants to—but because you look so fragile and untouchable like this, all glowing and real, and it scares the hell out of him.

you don't ask if he's okay anymore. you just take his hand and guide it to your bump, where the baby's already started kicking when it hears his voice. every single time. like it knows.

and simon just sits there, quiet, like the air's been knocked out of him.

he doesn't know how to talk about it.

he doesn't know how to tell you that he lies awake at night wondering if he'll be good enough, wondering if he's already broken too many pieces of himself to give something whole to a child.

but then you say,

"they're gonna love you. just like i do."

and suddenly he can breathe again.

he makes you tea without you asking. carries your water bottle around like a bodyguard on duty. refuses to let you lift anything heavier than a book. when your back aches, he kneels on the floor and rubs slow, careful circles with hands that have taken lives—but only know gentleness when it comes to you.

simon riley is fucking terrified.

but when you fall asleep in his arms, safe and warm and carrying his future in your body—he thinks maybe, just maybe, he's allowed to have this. maybe it's not a sin for him to think about it.

maybe he really can be a dad.

[ohcroculus]

for the people who would like to be around too when i start posting my art! ♡

── @ohcroculus' secondary blog.

── i'm an artist. i draw. i have stories to tell and i will tell them.

✦ harry potter ;; original stories.

slytherin era — 30's.

hufflepuff era — 60's.

ravenclaw era — 70's.

— soon to be told.

[ohcroculus]

excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most well-known and beloved heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers

[ohcroculus]

[ohcroculus]

clark shouting "people were going to DIE" in the face of the "think of the consequences of your actions" argument is so fucking important to me bc it really IS that simple you can't look at a genocide and just twiddler your thumbs bc you're a afraid of the consequences ESPECIALLY when you can do something about it and THATS WHAT CLARK DID. WITHOUT HESITATION. WITHOUT CONSIDERING HOW IT COULD HURT HIM. bc hes a good person and in his brain its really just people were going to die so i had to step in bc what else would it be. superman i love you i love you i love you

[ohcroculus]

simon riley is the one who always says you're right when you take care of him — not because he's trying to appease you, but because he means it. because you knowing what he needs before he even asks makes something ache in his chest in the best and worse way.

when he shows up at your door after three days of silence, it's not dramatic. it's quiet. he doesn't even knock properly — just leans against the doorframe like he's used all his energy getting there. he doesn't speak. but his eyes say enough. and you don't question it. you just step aside and let him in.

you give him your softest towel and let him shower while you boil water for tea. not coffee. more caffeine in his system would only make the headache worse— the kind that comes from too many nights awake, too many hours on alert. he never tells you when he's hurting, but you always know.

he sits at your kitchen table like he doesn't know what to do with himself. still wearing his cargo pants, still barefoot. he's clean now, but the weight he carries doesn't wash off that easy.

you place the mug down in front of him, gently. no fanfare. just tea and soft silence and the hum of the fridge.

when you brush your fingers over his back as you pass, he doesn't flinch. just reaches up and catches your hand in his.

simon riley doesn't say much. but when he says "this is nice," you know it means i missed you. i missed this.

you ask if he's staying a while. he says "if you'll have me, i'll stay forever."

and you know he means it. the same reason why you kiss him to make him understand that you want the same.

[ohcroculus]

im gonna be honest and admit that i've never knew what was a ceiling fan until today and when i mentioned it in the drabble of simon i just assumed that someone would correct me

and no one did

so i just knew what was it

[ohcroculus]

imagine being mean to me and im this guy

[ohcroculus]

simon may not be the largest in the team— but he's thick.

thick in every sense of the word, thick as he fills you up and stretch you so good it makes you actually hiss and arch your back. with tears in your eyes as you beg him to wait just a sec even if you were begging for it less than a minute ago.

"babe, come on— i— it's too... fuck—!" you can't supress the wanton moan that escapes from your lips as he shifts his weight and pushes deeper.

his teasing smirk tells you everything, but he voices it anyways.

"weren't ya' beggin' for it, sweetheart?"

you want to acknowledge it. but all you can do is whine under him as he pins your wrists to each side of your head.

"good girl..." he whispered as he started to thrust, slowly pulling out and when his tip remained inside, he slammed back.

[ohcroculus]

simon riley never cums easily.

he doesn't. he swears.

but fuck, when you are looking at him from the top as you ride him after three rounds?

"mngh..." just a little needy noise as he grabs your hips and make you move back and forth, hissing with his eyes fluttering shut to make you impossible closer. "need ya'— luv, just— oh, yes, yes, yes—!"

he can't help it. the shock in his spine as he arched his back like he was electrified in the bed, cumming deep inside you because you never like when he wears a condom and practically pumping you full.

as he pants and drive his fingers to find your clit, he knows he has to be on top again or he's gonna overstimulate before round five.

[ohcroculus]

you’re leaned against the counter when he steps in behind you, quiet as ever.

"y'keep doin' that," he murmurs, voice low, rough. "i'm gonna start thinkin' you want me to do somethin' about it."

you smirk— and his hand's already at your hip.

"care to prove it?"

— simon riley.

[ohcroculus]

just played the demo of "no, i'm not a human" and it was very cool (ignoring that i have at least 6 projects this week for college)

[ohcroculus]

you are tracing the scars he has in his arm— he doesn’t flinch. his eyes stay on you.

"don’t look at me like that," you say, with a shy smile.

his other hand curls around your throat, gentle but firm. no escape.

"then stop looking like ya want me to ruin ya."

— simon riley.

[ohcroculus]

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc; 0.2k

the laundromat is nearly empty. just humming machines, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, and you—curled on the plastic bench with a book, socks mismatched, eyes tired.

as you read, you barely notice his presence. and he doesn't expect anyone to be here this late. that's why he comes.

you glance up when the door opens. not startled, just curious and nodded at him in a welcoming manner.

"dryers on the right are the fastest," you say gently, then go back to your reading.

he gives a quiet grunt of acknowledgment. doesn't speak. just loads the washer and sits across from you, arms folded, hood up.

minutes pass. you don't fill the space with chatter. you just sit. it's quiet, the good kind.

the text in your hand says something that makes your mouth talk even if you didn't thought it before.

sometimes even a small talk is nice for someone who doesn't talk often.

you glance at him again—just once. "tough day?"

he considers lying. then just says, "something like that."

you hum. "well… hope it’s less rough tomorrow."

that’s all.

the dryer whirs. you turn another page. you don't ask questions.

and that's what gets to him—the way your presence doesn't press against his. just lets him breathe.

then his clothes are done, he gathers them neatly. you look up again, and offer a soft, "take care, yeah?"

he nods once. pauses at the door.

"you're here often?" he asks, voice low.

you smile, not surprised. "earlier, but yes".

he leaves without saying more, but the next time, he brings the same copy of your book.

he just sets it down beside you. and sits.

a/n: yeah this is how u met in the timeline. nothing too excentric honestly.

[ohcroculus]

THANK U WTF why im even here

le ruego a diosito plis q nunca m falte mi gente latino

I love your work sm, and trust you wholeheartedly!!!

Are there any other authors, or works you would recommend? Would love to read!

Thank you sm!!! I’ll name my favorite go to authors! I always stop and read if they come across my timeline:

@ilostthewar @finemadeline @tojisteddy @jaesblogstuff @maskedbyghost @spurbleu @tobeholyistobeempty @clancycatears @syofrelief @ohcroculus @void-my-warranty @sai-int @beloveds-embrace @tojisun

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[ohcroculus]

Omg I loved the regulus fic!!! Your writing is so beautiful

thank you very much! i'm still trying to write about him or any other character i'm not used to, but it's very nice of you to say that ♡