get your hair out of your face

Unconditionally (Credence Barebone x Reader)

A/N: Based on a request for a Credence imagine where the reader is a no-maj psychiatric med student that’s helping Credence through the trauma and abuse he has faced. Hope you like it!

“How are you feeling today?” You asked the young man in front of you. His dark hair was growing out, starting to get curly as it framed his face.

“Happy,” he told you, looking at his lap. His words were always short when he spoke to you, his eyes always looking away from yours. You wrote down during each session during the year you had been seeing him that he was a guarded person, doing what he thought he had to in order to avoid being in trouble.

“That’s good, Credence,” you told him with a smile. “Are you happy for any particular reason?” He didn’t respond. “Did you go out with your friends? I know that you mentioned your friend Newt last time; you said he knew a man with a bakery. Did you go there?”

“I didn’t go anywhere.”

“Do you want to talk about what’s making you happy?”

“I’m in love,” he whispered quietly. He fidgeted in his chair, his hands pulling at his sweater.

“That’s great, Credence!”

“I’m happy to love her,” he began lowly. “But she doesn’t love me.”

“Did you talk with her about it? Perhaps she does feel the same, Credence,” you pointed out as you took a quick note in your book about his feelings.

“I don’t see her much, but she’s the most important person in my life,” he admitted.

“But you want your relationship with her to be more,” you concluded. He nodded, looking up to look at your face that was filled with understanding. “You should try to see her more. It would help show that you’re interested and give you a chance to know her better.”

“Will she love me?”

“That’s up to her to decide.”

That evening you went out to a small boutique. You were searching for a new dress to wear to a party your friend was hosting later that week. You were searching through one of the racks when a blonde woman poked her head through and looked at you with a bright smile.

“Can I help you?” You exclaimed quietly, a hand pressing to your chest to try and calm your racing heart.

“You’re Credence’s doctor!” She smiled brightly. “He talks about you a lot, always saying that you help him so much. I’m really pleased to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you responded with a tight smile. “So… you know Credence?”

“He lives with my sister and I,” she explained, walking around the rack to come stand beside you. “Are you looking for something here?”

“A new dress. My friend is having a party, and I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I love making dresses! You have to come home with me, honey, I have the perfect dress for you! ”

“I, uh, I don’t really kno-”

“It will only take a few minutes,” she pleaded, pouring innocently at you. Finally, you gave in with a sigh, allowing her to pull you out of the store. “I’m Queenie, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

When you entered her apartment, you were greeted by the sight of Credence and another man sitting in the living room. Credence was still wearing his black sweater from earlier. As soon as he noticed it was you following Queenie into the apartment, he sat up straighter, his eyes lingering on your relaxed expression.

“Mr. Scamander, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N,” she introduced you to the other man that was walking over to you.

“Actually, I’m not a doctor, yet,” you corrected her softly. “I still have to take my tests.”

“Well, it’s still lovely to meet you,” he greeted you with a small smile.

“Likewise,” you replied kindly. You saw Credence nervously inching towards your small group, your eyes flickering to his as you gave him a smile. “It’s nice to see you outside of the office, Credence.”

He just gave you a shy nod, watching as Queenie tugged you back to her bedroom where the dress was.

“You have feelings for him, don’t you?” She questioned as she searched through her closet for the dress. Your eyes widened as you stood by the window, a hand running through your hair nervously.

“H-He’s my patient,” you stammered out as she turned around with a smirk.

“And?”

“It’s against the rules.”

“You sound just like my sister,” she huffed out jokingly. “What’s life without a little risk, Y/N? I know that Credence really likes you, maybe even loves you.”

“He did bring up a girl in our session today,” you trailed off, thinking about what he had said that afternoon. Were you the girl he was in love with?

“Go talk to him, I’ll be here looking,” she ordered gently, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as you briskly left the room, heading into the living room to find Credence sitting alone.

“Where did Mr. Scamander go?” You questioned, causing him to jump and look up at you from his book.

“His room,” Credence stated. “I can go get him if you want me to.”

“No, I want to talk to you about something,” you said nervously. Credence’s eyes shot up to yours, your breathing faltered as he genuinely looked at you.

“Did I do something?“

“No, it’s nothing bad,” you rushed out, noticing the scared look in his eyes. “I just… I was wondering what you would think of I asked you to join me for dinner tomorrow?”

“Is this a part of my healing process?”

“No,” you murmured, sitting beside him on the couch. “This is me asking the man I have feelings for to dinner. I was talking to Queenie, and she helped me to realize that what I’m feeling isn’t bad. I have to accept that I can’t stop thinking about you, Credence.”

“Y-You don’t mean that,” he stuttered out, looking at you through his shock. “You can’t love me back, you never showed me love before this-”

“I was following the rules. But now that I know how I feel, all I want is to break the rules.”

“You don’t even know how important you are to me,” he whispered. One of his hands shakily moved up to brush against your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathed out before he pressed his lips softly to yours. When he pulled away, there was a dazed look in his eyes and a faint trace of a smile lingering on his lips.

“I never thought I’d fall in love with a doctor,” he chuckled.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a doctor,” you laughed. “So do feel free to fall in love with me.”

“I already am.”

how to stay productive

i rly srsly have a problem with this especially after school ))): like im always on tumblr or something so i never get anything done rip

so im gonna try to practice what i preach from now on!!! lets get into it!

preparing for productivity

  • when you get home from school or work, give yourself a 20-50 minute break. lets be honest we all have those days when we try to jump right into doing whatever the heck you need to do right when you get home but after like 20 minutes you’re distracted and a mess and not getting any work done. the easy way to prevent this is to give yourself time to do all of that before you start your work so you’re not distracted later (give urself an hour if its been an especially long day). eat a snack, wash ur face tbh, whip your hair, idk what you crazy kids do but do it. srsly. just get it out of the way.
  • get everything ya need in one place. this is kinda a no-brainer especially since it’s all over tumblr. but srsly why get up every 5 minutes to get a pencil or something? just have it all in the first place. ez.
  • turn off your phone or put it in airplane mode. personally i like to pretend like im so determined and focused but every time i see the little t at the top of my phone im just gone. don’t let it distract you. if you need the internet, use your laptop/computer for less distractions.
  • set the mood. idk what you do, whether thats playing the moana soundtrack hanging up fairy lights, putting on your diffuser or playing rap music; idk man! do it.

actually doing the thing

  • alright so now u got ur fairy lights, ur mildliners, ur face washed, and ur apple juice (??? apple juice is lit???). now throw yourself into it. literally just force yourself to do it. don’t know how??? welll!!! not sure how to help you! (no im kidding don’t leave yet pls)
  • use the touch it once rule. this is a favorite of the studyblr community. it means that everything on your to-do list, everything you know you need to accomplish– start it. just tell yourself “i’ll only do 3 math problems” or “i’ll only work on this resume for 5 minutes”. they say the hardest part is always starting. chances are, that unfinished worksheet is going to really bother you and you’ll end up finishing it. if not, then just come back to later and touch it again and again until you finish it. tedious, but it works.
  • use the “two minute rule”. i got this one from @emmastudies! this rule means that if anything on your list takes 2 minutes or less to do (checking your emails, checking your tumblr inbox or something), do it. just get it done.
  • keep it balanced. do like one easy task and then one hard task so you’re getting everything done but not overwhelming yourself either.
  • break down your tasks. don’t just look at a giant task like “write a 3-page paper”. break it down into smaller subtasks like “plan paper. draft paper. edit paper. type and print paper.” its much less scary to look at.
  • visualize procrastination as a monster. i do NOT take credit for this one; i saw it in a masterpost somewhere so this isnt mine!!! but basically i read that you should look at procrastination as a scary opponent ready to eat you alive (and honestly it is). tackle it. don’t let it attack. be so scared of it that you don’t let it get anywhere near you.
  • honestly just do it and keep at it. stop letting procrastination kick your ass so that you can be productive and stay productive. the work is it’s own reward (:

I suggest taking these ideas and compiling your own list of things you can do to take care of yourself!

have a pamper night

  • brush your teeth, floss, and use mouthwash
  • cleanse and tone your face
  • put on a face mask
  • light candles and put on music if you want
  • rinse off the face mask and get in the shower/bath
  • use a bath bomb/bubble bar/other lush products if you have them on hand
  • read in the bath if you’re not afraid to drop your book–personally I like to put my laptop on the bathroom counter and watch something on netflix
  • shampoo your hair and use a conditioning hair mask
  • use an exfoliating bar or scrub on your body and shave if that’s your thing
  • when you get out of the shower/bath and dry off
  • spray leave-in conditioner into your hair, comb through it, and let it air dry
  • moisturize your whole body with a luxurious/heavy moisturizer
  • moisturize your face and put on chapstick
  • if you pluck your eyebrows, take time to do it now (the heat of the shower will open your pores)
  • put on your favourite comfy pajamas/sweatpants and hoodie/tshirt/whatever
  • trim your nails, file them and/or paint them if you like to do that
  • get comfortable in your bed or on the couch, with a book or a movie or tv
  • make yourself a hot tea or hot chocolate (or coffee if it isn’t too late)
  • have a healthy snack like a fruit
  • relax and enjoy!

misc

  • have a movie marathon and make popcorn
  • buy something for yourself
  • take a day off from homework/work
  • cook something new and fresh, or cook your favourite food
  • go out to eat with your friends/family/partner
  • buy a present for a loved one
  • binge watch TV
  • bake something
  • spend time getting inspired on pinterest/tumblr
  • watch a seasonal movie and eat a seasonal snack (around halloween and christmastime for example)
  • clean/organize your room or rearrange the furniture, if you like doing that
  • personally, i love reorganizing my bookshelf!
  • take some time to do one of your hobbies such as art, writing, sports, photoshop, etc
  • buy new stationery
  • write in your journal
  • try and learn a new hobby
  • do a craft or diy project from pinterest
  • plan in your planner/bullet journal or take some time to get organized
  • go out to the movies and get snacks from the concession stand
  • go out to a cute cafe or dessert restaurant
  • buy new makeup
  • go for a long drive
  • indulge in some nice cheese, crackers, and grapes
  • buy a new book
  • meditate/practice mindfulness
  • get your nails or hair done
  • have a date night with your s/o
  • or have a night out with your friends
  • play with/spend time with your pets
  • write down some positive things or favourite memories
  • declutter your positions
  • take a break from social media
  • go for a run or walk
  • if your diet is lacking, detox and eat only fresh and healthy food for a day
  • alternatively, if you’re usually healthy, treat yourself to some junk food
  • do your hair and makeup and put on your favourite outfit
  • put on some sexy underwear/lingerie and perfume
  • watch something that makes you laugh (funny movies/tv, vine compliations, youtube videos, or just go through a funny blog on tumblr)
  • if you’re into it, do a tarot reading
  • read your horoscope
  • say no
  • or: say yes
  • take a nap
  • discover new music
  • play your instrument
  • go to a museum or an art gallery
  • look at old photos and photo albums
  • make a bucket list
  • set goals
  • go for a walk and take photos
  • watch an informative ted talk or documentary
  • play video games/computer games
  • have a board game night
  • exercise, if you enjoy it
  • plan (or simply dream about) your next travel destination
  • drink plenty of water
  • go through memorabilia and childhood souvenirs
  • clear out your inbox

add your own suggestions (and your url) below!

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Get that hair out of your face. Let me see. Christ! That is disgusting. No wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? That is gross as hell! I can see your socket. I wanna touch it. Oh, come on. Can I touch it? Damn. Holly hell, kid. Look… I just… it’s easy to forget that you’re… just a kid. And I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I… I was just screwing around. Just forget it.

Trading Spaces- Part 1

Summary: Sam enlists the assistance of a witch to help you and Dean work through your issues. He’s not expecting that help to come in the form of a body swap sell.

Word Count: 5200

Warning: body swap, a tiny bit of masturbation

A/N: THIS IS PART 1 OF 2. Hope y’all enjoy this trope I’ve been wanting to write for a while! FEEDBACK APPRECIATED! XOXO


The smell of herbs and spices burned your nose, and you held back a sneeze as you watched the woman behind the counter fill a small jar with a goofer dust. She was calm and kind, with wild hair that framed her pretty face, and creamy dark skin that made you envy its flawless clarity. But her easy laugh and gentle demeanor didn’t change the fact that she was a witch, and you held your frown as you watched her closely. Dean shifted his weight behind you, practically buzzing, just as eager to get out of here as you were.

Sam, however, just leaned over the counter with relaxed shoulders and that charming grin that showed his dimples. “Thanks again for selling to us.”

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hogwarts wlw aesthetics

gryffindor: forehead kisses, brushing her hair out of her face, boxes of chocolates, making each other laugh, blanket forts, seeing her in your jacket and feeling your heart flip, attack hugs, stupidly competitive “i obviously let you win, babe” moments, flying together, serenading her even if your voice is awful, embarassing amounts of pda, linked arms, doodling hearts on your homework, making a huge deal out of her birthday just to make her feel special, fond eye-rolls, tickle fights, sharing a blanket in front of the fire, hugs that last forever, getting on with her friends, catching yourself staring at her, grand gestures to try and impres her, playing footsie under the table, sweaty palms when you hold hands

slytherin: matching tattoos, skipping class to make out, “i hate you less than other people”, inside jokes, stealing each others clothes and makeup, bed-sharing, lil bit of healthy possessiveness, love letters, “i’m so proud of you”s, hickeys, never shutting up about each other and annoying the hell out of everyone else, it couple, matching jewellery, fierce loyalty, little gifts for no reason, open flirting, knowing exactly how she likes her coffee, lip-biting, conversations at 3am, ironic pet names, your arm around her, stupid dance parties in your underwear, meeting her parents, singing her to sleep, feeling like you’re missing something when she’s not there, being able to communicate just by giving each other a look, calling her your girlfriend around other people

hufflepuff: nose kisses, playing with her hair as she lays in your lap, bringing her flowers, baking together and getting flour everywhere, cuddling, knowing when to say sorry, picnics, walking her to class even if it’s the opposite direction to where you’re going, blushing, binge-watching series together, hand-holding, knowing exactly how to cheer her up after a bad day, board games, making flower crowns, adopting a pet together, “i’m trying to be mad at you stop looking so cute”, sickeningly domestic, sleepy mornings lying in bed, playlists of songs that remind you of her, one drink two straws, cute petnames, “you hang up first”, realising she’s your best friend, insisting on carrying her books, laughing against each other’s mouths

ravenclaw: poetry, bringing her food/drinks when she’s studying, reading aloud to each other, pushing her glasses up her nose when they slide down, cafe dates, quiet nights in, walks in the woods holding hands, cheek kisses, curling up in one seat, soft love songs, the way your name sounds when she says it, talking for hours, smoothing away the frown between her eyebrows when she’s stressed, shoulder rubs, whispered “i love you”s, scheduled date nights, little notes slipped into books, total support, the feeling of being known, helping each other out, cooking meals for her, slow dancing, “this reminded me of you”, learning all her little quirks, the smell of her hair

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Stiles x Reader

Requested By Anon



“Do you know what she said, she said let Stilinski talk, he knows more than google.” Stiles snapped as he rambled on.

“Stiles you do always correct her.” Scott muttered and adjusted his straps.

 

“Yeah and I wouldn’t do that if she wasn’t always wrong.” Stiles waved his arms about and glowered at where you were sat reading.

 

“But she isn’t always wrong that’s what she gets so annoyed about.” Scott smiled at you and let out a sigh as you caught onto what Stiles was saying and slammed your book shut.

 

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Dating the houses
  • Ravenclaw:
  • They breathe deep conversations. They drink coffee at 4am trying to come up with the perfect advice for you. They improvise and tell you stories as you fall asleep. The glimmer of passion as they talk to you about random facts of the world. They yearn to impress you. They want to educate you, to open up your mind. They accept you for who you are. You're their muse. Songs, artwork, everything they create, an aspect of you is their centre. They memorise and study everything about you, your face your hair, you. They're fascinated by you. You're their favourite project.
  • Griffindor:
  • they'll do anything to impress you. They open doors for you, always. They hand you their jacket if it's raining so you don't get cold. They'd give you their jacket in summer so you wouldn't freeze. They're charming, rebellious, it draws you in. They defend you and your honour. Always. They'd fight for you. You're their weakness and their strength. You sit on the roof with them watching the stars. They spend hours watching your chest rise and fall. They push you out of your comfort zone. They encourage you to live. Climb trees, bruised knuckles. You're alive. You're their favourite trophy of honour.
  • Slytherin:
  • Cold to the world, warm to you. They're calm and composed, they squeeze your hand hard underneath the table. They're possessive. They're vulnerable with you. Their laughter is a hidden source of sunlight. You've broken their defences. Their honest, their eyes burn into your soul; they look so youthful. They're articulate, they pull you in extra close in the middle of the night. They count the rises and falls of your chest. They spend months making something for you, and pretend it's no big deal. They admire you from afar. They're confidence attracts you. They encourage you to break the rules. Power is attractive. You're not perfect and they love that. You accept your flaws and learn to use them. You're inseparable. You're their favourite accomplice.
  • Hufflepuff:
  • Laughter, there's so much joy. You walk through fields together. They pick flowers for you. They're so true and honest. They make you smile. You feel valued and equal, they're loyalty is freely given. Cuddles are endless. They brush your hair and tell you you're beautiful. They mouth 'I love you ' across a room. They eyes shine bright when they see you. They show you the beauty in the world and within you. Their kindness heals you. They teach you how to be the better person. You are their favourite reminder that love concours all.
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Get that hair out of your face. Let me see. Christ! That is disgusting. No wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? That is gross as hell. I can see your socket. I want to touch it. Oh, come on. Can I touch it? … All jokes aside, you look rad as hell. I wouldn’t cover that shit up. It may not be a hit with the ladies, but I swear to you, no one is gonna screw with you looking like that. No, sir.

Spending days off w/ Harry include..
  • Waking up to him stroking your hair
  • “Your mornin’ breath is horrid, love”
  • Playfully punching his shoulder.
  • Brushing your teeth together w/ him trying to give you frothy toothpaste kisses
  • “EW HARRY. THAT’S GROSS”
  • Spending the entire day binge-watching shows and movies on Netflix.
  • “Babe. Babe! BABEEEEEE.”
  • “WHAT”
  • “’M hungry.”
  • Ordering food because you’re both too lazy to get up off your lazy asses to cook.
  • Pushing each other out of the way to get to the door first when the delivery person rings the doorbell.
  • Harry picking you up to put you behind him and beating you to the door with a big smirk on his face.
  • Smacking his bum because “HEY. I WAS THERE FIRST.”
  • Sitting on the couch with your legs draped over his lap while you eat.
  • “I wanna try that.”
  • Him feeding you some of his food and pecking your nose after.
  • Laying on the couch with full, happy tummies.
  • Nuzzling your head into his shoulder while he pulls you closer to him.
  • Kisses to your head.
  • More kisses.
  • ALL THE KISSES.
  • Falling asleep in his arms while watching Netflix.
a mother can be a monster when she has needles for teeth and cuts your face open when she kisses your cheeks and then sews you back together, over again, because she braids your hair so tight it rips your skull like teddy bear flesh, (all soft from the lipstick skinned child love from your little brother, smelling of his baby spit and dust bunnies) but like I said you rip open.

you leak stuffing, and she spits her sour wine spit into your hair for not being able to keep yourself together,

when she tells you to bring your brother some milk for his nightmares and when you walk into his room he screams at your face. reverberating into a film noir, horror flick that teen hearts race to, secrete fluid to, you are the monster. you are the creature feature angry, wild eye boys overstep their bounds to at the drive in. you are the acre of corn maze kids are getting lost in on Halloween night, you are the yelp when the lights go out and he puts his tongue in. the fake blood is gushing, the twins are asking if you want to play. no one can tell the ingenue’s scream from some slut in a broken down truck.

your googly teddy bear eye is popping out by a rusted spring. you look like the black and white Frankenstein your brother cried to with your fathers hand keeping his twisting neck still. to make him a man. for the greater good, that loves the ready made microwaveable skin of young boys. and you big sister, taller than the tree he climbs, you let him fall now, your winter branches weak from the arthritic rain falling from crying stars with daggers in their white knuckles. heaven is poisoning us tonight.

who is protected? who is just lost? I’m asking because I see his pubescent emotions weigh on you like the Christmas lights flickering out beneath the heavy snow. our tree is naked and shivering, it’s leaves like impulsively cut hair falling across the cold mud flesh, and freezer burnt feet. you let him fall. you gave him scars. everybody always says you’ve got your mothers eyes, and you’re a monster

so why don’t you just dig in?

—  1. tales from your house at midnight
The Ways We Say I Love You

(based loosely off of this beautiful piece of art by UpTheHill)

In the mornings, the sun rays hitting your pale skin, the way you’d slowly saunter towards me, bending over and observing me, as if you were trying to remember every possible detail as quickly as you can. You think I’m asleep, but I’m not. I see the little flutters of your eyelashes, the small little freckle on your face that you always try to glamour before going out, the way your pale blonde hair sticks out in a very un-Malfoy-ish fashion after you’ve just woken up. The way you’d slowly maneuver your lips over mine, straddling my hips, ghosting your warm lips over mine as you whisper silently, “Time to wake up sleepyhead.” The way you’d threaten me, while smiling lightly, to hit me with the pillow you held in your hands if I didn’t get up soon. The way I’d flip you over and you’d start giggling as if it was the funniest thing ever as I’d pin you down and kiss you. The way you’d lead me slowly into the kitchen, your sweatpants hanging low on your hips, giving me a glimpse of last night’s adventure. The way you’d sit me down on the breakfast counter, giving me pancakes and a warm cup of coffee. The way you’d giggle over the useless things I’d tell you as we sat there, submerging ourselves in the worlds in each other’s eyes. The way you’d play with my fingers, tracing the small calluses on my hand and the scars from school, nodding along to my half-hearted explanations as our hearts beat in sync. The way you make my heart flutter just by looking at me, the way your breath hitches when you see me enter a room. 

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how we live now

requested by @whatsernamesuburbia

the party in red hook (literally just fluff and happiness and dancing and public kisses)


When they get to the party, Lukas parks his bike against the house, and grabs Philip by the shirt, pulling his helmet off. Philip wipes the hair out of his eyes, making a face.

“I could have done that.” Philip says, arching his brows. Lukas grins.

“But it’s so much fun to mess up your hair.”

“You love my hair.”

“When did I say that?”

“You don’t have to say it.”

“Then how do you know?” Lukas counters, setting his own helmet on the bike’s seat.

“Because you always run your fingers through it when we-“ Lukas places a hand over Philip’s mouth, nose crinkling.

“Fine. Whatever.” Lukas says. Philip tilts his head, giving him a wide grin.

“Embarrassed, Waldenbeck?”

Lukas narrows his eyes, grabs Philip by the shirt, and pulls him against him. He tilts Philip’s chin up with a finger, noses touching.

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Klaus x Reader

Requested by Anon

Klaus watched as you crashed into Kol and he almost devoured you in a kiss. Anger and jealousy coursed through the hybrid as he watched the two of you, your kiss with Kol deepening before he pulled away and clutched you to his chest, a hand playing through your hair as he leant his chin on your head, looking over to where he knew Klaus was stood.

“Nice to see the two of you getting along.” Klaus snapped and you jumped, slowly turning to face Klaus.

“Please don’t do anything…” you started but he tutted and pointed a dagger at you.

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What NO ONE Tells You About Childbirth:

  • All of your best friends will be pregnant and giving birth at the exact same time as you. FUN!
  • Hospitals and birthing centers LOVE when you block the hallway to chat with your lady brigade. Can they get you anything?
  • Your appearance will be your top priority, but don’t worry, because YOU WILL LOOK AMAZING. Your face will be dewy. Your limbs, slender and not bloated. And your hair will be soft yet full of life, like the downy wings of an angel. 
  • The baby will fly out of you on a dazzling, uncomplicated white unicorn. You will feel no pain. Afterward, the unicorn will fly you to the salon for a complimentary mani-pedi. 
  • You will definitely not poop yourself in front of a room full of strangers. 
Daddy’s Little Monster (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Warning(s): Smut, Daddy Kinks, Unprotected Sex, BDSM 

Pairing: Joker x Reader


Author’s Note: This is my first time writing smut, so please, leave critiques to help me improve.   



“Get your ass over here…” The deep voice from the Joker barked, his sapphire irises were wild with pure anger and raw lust. You of course obeyed the crime lord, quickly shuffling towards the green haired man, your head lowered making sure that you didn’t make any eye contact with him. 


“Yes, M-Mister J–”


With quick and jerking motion, Joker pushed you onto the large bed, not caring that he knocked the wind out of your small frame. His face twist in that of disgust, while his foggy eyes lingered onto your body. His heavy and violent gaze sent a wave of fear with a mixture of yearning throughout your being. Your arms rested carefully on your chest while your wide eyes were glued onto the dark ceiling.  


“What did you just call me?” He spoke, his guff voice now an octave lower than usual. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t entirely sure if you could speak or not. You didn’t want to upset the Joker anymore than he already was, and you’re terrified that if you did say something wrong you might get punished.


A cold and calloused hand yanked you up by the face like a rag doll, a small yelp escaped your throat while your hands shot up and began to grip onto his cold wrist. Joker’s sharp fingernails dug into your skin, a shock of pain slowly traveled towards your cheeks.    


“Answer me, {Name}.” He said, his wild blue eyes glaring hard at you. Your lips were forcefully puckered by his hand that aggressively tugged and grabbed at your face. Nothing but muted mumbles came from you. Joker watch you struggle to answer him, his sickly yet handsome face stretching in a wide smile that showed off his silver grills.


“C’mon, baby…I can’t hear ya’! Speak louder for Daddy.” He growled.


“I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have called y-you by your name…”


“Mhm, bad little girls don’t get the right to call their Daddy by their names, right?” Joker hummed out, his free hand wondering around your hot body. His icy touch made your breath hitch, and your lower regions tingle with familiar excitement. You nodded your head while you pushed your body against his. Slowly, Joker let go of your face, only for his hand to lightly rest on your neck. His long fingers traced old bruises that littered on your numb skin. 


With a swift movement, Joker pulled away from you, earning him a moan of longing from you. 


“Undress yourself, princess…” He whispered, “Daddy doesn’t want to rip your pretty lingerie.”


You bit your lip while you began to unhook your expensive bra, your perky breast now exposed and free from the garment. Joker eyes were glued onto your half naked body, his chest rising and falling dramatically, and his heavy breathing echoed and bounced off of the cream colored walls. Your thumbs played with the hem of your silk panties while your face mimic that of a little girl.


“Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?” You asked, pulling the baby blue underwear down your {skin tone} legs, the silk fabric fell around your bruised ankles. “I’ve been such a good girl, I’ve done what you ask me too–”


“Turn around; face down, sweetie.” Joker muttered, interrupting you. Eagerly, you scurried towards the pillows that messily rested on the king sized bed, your face pressed against one of the many purple cushions while you stuck your ass up towards the air, showing off your now wet womanhood. 


The heavy sound of footsteps ringed in your ears, the violent noise of metal objects clashing against each other made your stomach drop and flip with morbid anticipation. The crime lord was collecting his special toys


His favorite punishment tools.


You crossed your legs, adding pressure between your legs, easing the unforgiving twinge that your lower regions endured. You wanted him to touch you, to ease your aching body with his. 


“A-Ah…Daddy, please.” You begged, your voice smothered out by the numerous pillows that your hot face rested in, but he somehow still heard you. 


“Please what, darling?”


“Mmm, touch m-me, please!” 


Joker tossed the multiple sex toys onto the bed, his fingers unbuckling the name brand belt that held his expensive pants up. The sound of his belt hitting the floor sent a new wave of excitement through your core. With a swift movement his hands wondered on top of your hips, his fingers jabbing against your skin.


“You want me to touch you?” He asked.


You nodded your head. He smiled and planted a sloppy kiss onto your ass, his lips were soft and cold against your skin. Slowly his ring clad fingers traveled down towards your womanhood, and with a blink of an eye his digits steadily rub small circles on top of your clit. The older man pinched and teased your bundle of nerves, making you even wetter by the second. You shut your eyes as his thumb pressed against your clitoris and his middle finger teased at your entrance. This was going agonizingly slow, you just wanted him to fuck you already, but you knew Joker didn’t just fuck, he plays mind games with you until you’re broken and begging for more. 


“C’mon, Daddy–Ah!” 


He slipped his middle finger inside you, cutting off your sentence. He roughly pumped his finger in and out of you, curling them and twisting them around inside you. Your juices made his fingers slick and wet. The sound of his fingers thumping into your core blended in with your loud moans. You were going to cum, you knew you were. You held onto his wrist, forcing him to push deeper inside you. 


“Does my little princess like it when Daddy fingers her pussy?”


All you did was moan out, your vision dotted with black spots, you were seeing stars. Joker’s fingers were pushing you over the edge, so much so, that your back painfully arched and your body covered in cold sweat. His free hand rubbed your back in the same manner of how you should pet a cat. 


“Oh, I’m so c-close!” You yelped, Joker chuckled and with a slowly but forceful movement, he pulled his fingers out of you. You choked out a whine while the tickling feeling of your juices trickled down your inner thigh.


“I can’t let you get ya’ rocks off yet,” He said, reaching over to grab the thick purple rope. “You still have to go through your punishment.” 


Joker licked his lips while his eyes gazed at his fingers. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” He scolded, his face scrunching up in faux disappointment. “Be a good girl and clean this up for Daddy.” 


You quickly sat up, your small hands holding onto his wrist while your lips pressed against his pale fingers. Your tongue lapped up all the juices off of his fingers, sucking them until they’re clean. Joker pulled his digits out of your mouth, a trial of thin saliva was created. He smiled at you and he began to tie you up in thick rope. You giggled when you noticed his focus was wavering. Playfully you pressed your breast together, making the man purr with lust. 


“You like what ya see, Daddy?” You smiled, licking your lips slowly. He tugged at the lavender rope, making you groan out in pain, the rough rope harshly rubbed at your skin.


“Oh, darling. Who told you that you can tease me?” He pushed you onto the bed, your back landing on the silk sheets. His fingers quickly tied and pulled random knots together, making the rope hug tightly around your sweaty body. Soon he was please at what he did. Your arms were tied behind your back while your perky breast were roughly press down by the thick rope. 


“You’ve been a bad girl these past few weeks…” He said, his eyes not leaving you while he effortlessly pulled off his thin white dress shirt, revealing his toned tatted up abdomen. The multiple golden chains that hung around his neck shined in the fiery bedroom light. Joker looked so fucking sexy, you swore that this man was the poster child of sex and violence. 


“I could name all the shitty things you’ve done that pissed me off; or I could just show you, hm? Which one would you like?” He chuckled, his baby blue eyes now dark, and with one arm he flipped you over on your stomach. You didn’t say anything which made him aggravated. Joker pushed your face roughly into the bed, smothering you. “Answer me!” He growled, pushing your face harder into the sheets. 


“Show me! Show me!” You choked. He let you, allowing you to breath. His low, husky voice protruded a giddy chuckle, while his hand reach for the multiple sex toys. “I was hoping you were going to say that…” He mumbled. The sound heavy objects dragging against the soft bed sheet ranged in your ears. You began to twitch around when you felt the icy cold touch of the familiar paddle grazing your lower back. 


“Are you gonna spank me–” You were cut off by a sudden slap to your ass. You let out a small but shrill scream from the sharp pain, but of course Joker didn’t give a shit. 


“No talking unless I tell you to,” He mumbled. “That’s one of the things about you that just grinds my gears…You talk too much, don’t know when to shut up.” He swung the paddle against your ass again, the loud slapping sound of your flesh getting assaulted by the wooden paddle echoed throughout the large, messy room. Joker sloppily, but still aggressive and violently, spanked you. This went on and on for about twenty minutes until the older man tossed the paddle across the room, you flinched at the sound of it violently hitting the wall.


“This boring me…” He huffed out, rolling his blue eyes. “Believe me, princess, it’s fun spanking ya till your black and blue. But I wanna get to the exciting part.” The sound of his pants unzipping turned you on by the second. You wanted him inside you, right now. You rise your ass in the air, showing off your dripping wet womanhood and your now red ass. His hands rested on your hips and without saying a single word, Joker slammed into you, making you scream out in a wail that held pain and lust. 


It’s been forever since you’ve felt Joker’s member inside of you, with him going in and out of asylums, you’ve never really gotten the chance fuck him. Or get fucked by him, as you should put it. 


“Oh, gosh, darling…You’re so tight.” He moaned as he forcefully moved himself in and out of your small and wet entrance. His pale fingers tangled into your {hair color} hair, while his toned hips crashed against your backside. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed and bounced off the walls, the erotic sound made your stomach form knots while your body became hot. Joker slammed into you, making you arch your back and moan out in disbelief and raw bliss. You bucked your hips, forcing him to go deeper inside you. 


“Mmm, Daddy–harder, please…” You gulped, your eyes screwed shut, and your teeth bit at the silk sheet beneath you. You wanted to feel him, roam your hands around his toned back, but alas you couldn’t. As your hands were tied down by the thick rope, and every movement you made, made the rope aggressively rub at your skin. 


Joker slapped your thigh making you wince, and with a swift movement, he shoved his entire member inside of you. This action made your whole body shudder. You were seeing stars at this point. The green haired man sloppy thrust his hips, signaling to you that he was close. Salty sweat stuck onto your numb body while your face contoured in that of pleasure. 


The older man choked out a strangled groan, and without warning he came inside of you. The warm feeling of his seed filling up your womanhood sent you over the edge. “Mistah J! Oh, I’m cumming!” You moaned out, tears adorning your eyes. Even though he already came, he was still inside of you. Shoving his thick penis in and out of you. A familiar wave of euphoria washed out you, and with a quick jerking movement of your body, you came. 


“That’s right, darling…Good job, cumming all over Daddy’s dick like that.” He muttered, his voice an octave lower than normal. Slowly he pulled himself out of you, making some of the semen that was inside you seep out, you closed your legs, too embarrassed to show what the Joker has done to you. 


The sound of his pants zipping back up ranged through your ears. Slowly you sat up, only to wince at how sore and raw your nether regions was. You watched as Joker began to dress himself, tossing on a dress shirt while he fixed his hair, slicking it back to show off his iconic forehead tattoo. 


“A-Are you gonna untie me?” You asked, your voice meek and sore from all the screaming you did. He looked up at you, his royal blue eyes glaring at your naked body. 


“You still need to get punished,” He said, “I haven’t even used all of my toys on you, hell. I was just so eager to fuck your cute little pussy that I cut out the part where I discipline you.” He shot you a silver smile, showing off his metal grill. His smile made your insides go all fuzzy and warm. 


“Daddy has to go to an important meeting. Which means; you stay here, and think about all the naughty things you’re gonna do for me when I come back.” He ran his hand down your face making you shiver. Slowly you nodded your head, which earned you a sloppy peck on the lips. 


You can’t wait for what Daddy has in store for you.                                                                                                

Mine- Negan (JDM) (Smut)

Anon:

I’m so obsessed with your Negan imagines! They’re so good 😍 can you do a smut where you guys get into an argument or where you’re both frustrated and just take it out on each other ? Loooove the writing you girls do

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You have the best Negan imagines I’ve read so far on this site! There seriously should be a lot more. Can you do a jealous Negan imagine? Daddy!kink as well, it’s a guilty pleasure ;)


Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, outdoor sex, fingering, jealous negan? xD

Originally posted by dawn-quijote

You walked through the forest after getting out of the car you used to get near camp with a smile. You had your machete in your hand and spun it happily. You liked your blade and where quite skilled with it.

“Hey?” A voice said behind you and as you turned you saw him

His hair was greasy and falling in different directions. You looked at the side of his face that was badly burnt, still red and gross from not healing correctly. His ear had even fused to his head.

“Hi Dwight.” You mutter turning to kill a walker.

“Mind if I join you?” He smiled and stepped forward.

You narrow your eyes a little, “Yeah sure…”

You killed walkers with Dwight in silence. You didn’t even look at him. He was so creepy and his face grossed you out.

“What’s fucking going on here?” A deeper and more demanding voice said making a smile creep up on your face.

“I was just clearing away walkers.” You walked over and kissed his cheek. “Dwight wanted to help…”

He looked down at you for a second and motioned to the direction of camp with Lucille. “Go back to camp.” You started to walk but his hand held your arm tightly, “No. Not you.” His voice gave you shivers.

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Dear Bryce,

A year has passed since I first saw your precious face. Oh, how’ve you grown since that October afternoon. I still remember storming out the door and speeding down the highway to get to the hospital. So many thoughts raced through my mind that morning. How big you would be? What your hair would look like? Would you be a ladies man like your dad? I’ve never felt a combination of fear and joy like I felt that day. Why fear? Because of society. You were born during a time where race issues were beginning to resurface and I was scared that the world may not accept you.

I got to the hospital just as the sun was starting to peak over the trees. I ran inside and I could hear your mother moaning and growling like an animal in captivity! I remember going in the room and standing in the corner. I was afraid of your mother at that time. A few hours passed and it was time for you to make your mark on this earth. Your mother pushed six times and you were here.

Our sweet boy. Our soon to be King. You were here. I couldn’t believe it. I remember your mother panicking because she couldn’t hear you crying. I remember her asking frantically “why isn’t he crying. why can’t I hear him”. Then boom, that cry that we would grow to love could be heard down the halls of the hospital. I remember hugging your mothers head and kissing her on the forehead. You were a big one! I felt like there was a WWE announcer saying “WEIGHING 9 POUNDS AND 5 OUNCES WITH A HEIGHT OF 21 AND A HALF INCHES BRYYYYYYYYCEEEEEEE ANTHONYYYYYY MARRRRRTINNNNN”. Hope you said it in that announcer voice when you read that.

The first night, I was the happiest person in the world. Holding you in my arms made my heart melt. I remember you looking at me and scrunching up your eyebrows and looking like a grumpy old man. You looked as if you hated the world but then again, you were your fathers child. After a couples of nights in the hospital, the doctors determined that you were ready to go out and face the world! We couldn’t get you away from the hospital any quicker. We sped straight to sonic to get your mom some cheese tots. I know right? But you didn’t care. It was your first Halloween and you were happy as our little Frankenstein.

We were on our own now. Your mother and I were parents. There was no pause button or help desk we could call. Your presence made us change the way we look at life but it was a much needed change.

A part of me feels bad that both of your parents are photographers because you’re going to have a camera in your face for the rest of your life. But is that really a bad thing? People all over the world tell me how much they love you you’ve never even met them and may never meet them. All because of photography.

I plan to give you the universe and then some but it saddens me that you won’t be able to feel the love that my mother would have given you. She would have loved the brown right off your skin! I remember how happy she was when your cousin Christian was born. Being a grandmother was her gift and even though she’s not physically here, I know she’s looking out for you and making sure I take care of you.

All we want is to watch you succeed. I can’t protect you from the mistakes you’ll make in life but I can vow to be there to help you chart out a plan to avoid the next one. I don’t want to see you trip and fall but I know it’s the only way you’ll know what to avoid the next time.

One last thing. You were born during a very difficult time. Race is an issue right now. I wish I could explain why but I can’t. There’s a lot of black vs. white occurring. People are gonna say that you’re different because of the color of your skin. Listen to me closely Bryce, you’re not. And if you understand that, it actually gives you a one up. Skin is only skin. It doesn’t define your character. You may encounter some situations that will test your patience but just remember that some are ignorant to the fact race doesn’t matter.

You have a gift. The same gift my mother had. The same gift I have. You have a smile that can change the world. Never forget how important that gift is and never be afraid to smile during the darkest times to brighten your way.

I’ll always love you more than sharks love blood, baby boy 💙.