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Pretty When You Cry

part 2 of Dark But Just A Game

pairing: (pre-ellie) joel miller x afab!fem!reader

summary: after getting a taste of dad’s associate, Joel Miller, facedown on a desk, you can’t seem to stay away. despite his best efforts, he can’t seem to, either.

warnings: rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration, unprotected sex) so 18+ only content; fem afab reader; mentions of reader having long-ish hair; alcohol consumption; pet names (sweetheart, angel, baby); dubcon (slight intoxication, power imbalance); age gap; dbf!Joel.

beta reader: @millllenniawrites aka bestie4lifie

word count: 4.7k

no use of y/n in this fic

Click to read part 1: Dark But Just a Game

Click to read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman

ok y’all here she is!! thank you thank you for the reblogs on part 1! this piece and the last were slightly inspired by the dbf!joel miller drabbles by @anchoeritic, which you can read here. once again, love hearing your feedback, negative and positive, & my requests are always open<3

-em<333

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It had been months since you’d last seen him.

Joel and Tess had a tendency of disappearing for weeks on end, taking the riskier smuggling jobs that nobody else dared to. How they managed to fly under FEDRA’s radar time and time again remained a mystery to all. The pair had to be extremely well connected on both ends of the spectrum.

It was easy to pretend that nothing had changed. He’d left without a word the morning after the party, taking Tess and a great deal of your father’s ammo along with him. It’s not like you’d expected a warning, much less a goodbye, but his departure still felt so sudden, so pointed. The next day, all he’d left you with was a constellation of light bruises between your thighs and a small, white pill in a dime bag tucked under your bedroom door.

So you went on with your life, only allowing your thoughts to wander in his direction when you’d had too much to drink or whenever you heard the word ‘sweetheart.’

Then, this morning—rubbing sleep from your eyes, you’d stumbled down to the main floor in a scant excuse for pajamas, failing to register the multitude of voices at the base of the stairs in your half-awake state.

And there he was, his spread legs taking up half of the shabby couch, one arm draped casually over the back, his other relaxed at his side. A deer in headlights, you screeched to a stop as soon as you were conscious enough to recognize him, frozen in his gaze as he briefly took you in—one hand shifting subtly to pull at the fabric of his jeans. Then, he looked away, his features hardening into a mask of nonchalance and indifference.

No acknowledgment, no greeting, no nothing.

Great. Things were back to how they’d been before he’d fucked you dumb on a wooden desk.

Scampering back up the stairs, you sealed yourself back into your bedroom, doing your very best to ignore the heat building between your legs.

A heat that only Joel-Fucking-Miller could entice from you.

Leaning your forehead against the door, you kicked yourself mentally for running away from the (non)interaction like a scared little kid. Where had that bygone, unchecked confidence gone? Where was that fearless playfulness you’d so often used against him?

Fine. If Joel wanted to pretend that nothing had happened between you two, he was leaving you with two options.

The first was to ignore him back.

No, you decided. That would be exactly what he’d want of you—what he’d expect of you.

To make things easy for him.

Conveniently, your second option was to make things really, really hard for him. To make it impossible for him to ignore you.

Good thing you were exceptionally well versed in what made Joel Miller incapable of disregarding you. Getting him to snap was practically your specialty, your carefully crafted home-made method.

After all, your incessant teasing had gotten you facedown on a table before, maybe it could get you on your back this time.

Smiling mischievously, you felt your old confidence soar back to its former standing.

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“What could possibly be more fun than watching a building explode?”

Emma punctuates her tone with incredulity like a needle passing through silk—she was always doing a poor job of managing her attitude when it came to peer-pressuring you.

“C’mon, you know I can’t leave the boss here with all these people,” you lie effortlessly. Of course, you could leave. Hell, your dad probably would’ve preferred it that way. There weren’t many parents who enjoyed or encouraged the presence of their child while they were—oh, just committing criminal offenses—and your father was no exception.

Under normal circumstances, gallivanting around the moonlit city with Emma would’ve been your bread and butter, especially when she had intel on a firefly operation that would be (she hoped) culminating in a few explosions and a ton of rounds fired. But it wasn’t every night that your old man hosted a soirée for the best bandits in the city to congregate, getting them to drink shit liquor and make shit deals.

And Joel Miller was in your home, drinking the strong stuff and actively avoiding you.

So, these were not normal circumstances.

“That’s so lame,” she whines, brow furrowing in anguish as she mourns her mission.

Guilty eyes to the floor, you toss her a placating smile, thankful for her poor observation skills. Despite being raised in a family of highly successful criminals, Emma seriously lacked in the whole ‘perception’ department.

As it happened, you were just about ready to give up on your own mission. Despite going bra-less in the tightest top you owned and wearing the most ass-hugging jeans you could find, Joel hadn’t spared a mere glance in your direction all night.

In fact, you hadn’t even seen the guy. He’d been M.I.A. all night.

Frustrated, you decide to play your final card. Joel Millers aside, it was a fun card to play, even if you ended up losing the game.

Someone was going to have their hands on you tonight.

Scanning the bustling room of criminals, worn-in faces and worn-out hands gliding across your field of vision, your gaze lands on an unfamiliar young man. Tall, blonde-ish, lanky—looks like a toy still in its box, begging to be taken out and played with.

Perfect.

“Give me an hour,” you murmur urgently, catching Emma’s wayward attention, “no questions asked, and I’ll watch the damn shoot out with you, sparky.”

She looks at you, a bewildered smile creeping onto her expression. “But I thought—you just said—”

“Without asking any questions, Em.”

She puts her hands up in mock surrender and backs away, subsequently tapping her wrist and mouthing ‘one hour.’

Straightening yourself out, you ease your way toward your target, landing in the unoccupied space between the young man and the out-of-commission fireplace. He eyes you up before quickly looking away.

Nervous. Good.

“He waters down the drinks, y’know.”

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, the stranger returns your attempt at conversation with a puzzled glance. Jerking your chin, you gesture to his cup, full of a light-brown liquid that was once a spiced rum or a bourbon, now a glass of water barely seasoned with dark liquor.

“Saves the good stuff to repackage and resell to soldiers. His crime co-conspirators get stuck with the weak shit.”

You keep your tone casual, half focussed on the art of flirtation, half eyeing the room for a pair of angry, dark eyes. The boy sizes you up, nodding with sudden respect and understanding.

“You’re the boss’s daughter.”

You smile half-heartedly, a twisted part of you enjoying the look of amazement on his face. “Guilty,” you respond, shrugging sheepishly. Angling your body towards him, you flash him your most exquisite expression of interest.

“Meet him, yet?” You ask, curious to hear his thoughts. After all, your old man never failed to make an impression—nine times out of ten, it was an extremely negative one.

He shakes his head, explaining, “I only know about him ‘cause I’m here running my first job for him.”

“Interesting. And you are…?”

He stares down into his cup.

“Just passing through,” he answers quietly.

“Just-Passing-Through—what an interesting name!” You tease, hand landing gently on his bicep. “Is it foreign?”

The stranger snorts. Eyes darting across the space, you scan the room again for Joel, giggling artificially with the stranger.

“So,” He gestures awkwardly to the dusty, yellowing, crowded room. “You live here?”

You nod, gazing intently into his hazel eyes. The boy’s cute, there’s no denying it, and a tiny voice in your head tells you to forget about Miller, to actually try with this guy and experience something normal, something simple for a change.

But it is a tiny voice, and quickly, another louder, deeper and richer one reemerges to dominate over the softer echoes in your head. “I like needy” “you think of me when you’re touchin’ this pretty pussy?” “Takin’ it so good, pretty girl—”

The pair of bandits in front of you inadvertently shuffle a few feet to the left, clearing a direct path, right down the center of the room. You’re graced with an illuminating glimpse through the disorderly crowd.

He’s leaning against the old gas stove, burly arms crossed over his chest, apparently deep in conversation with your father. Shit. He looks so fucking fine in that dark t-shirt; your breath catches slightly as you trail your gaze up to his face, remembering the way his soft stubble felt against your neck, the way those hands felt on your tits, your ass, your waist, buried inside you…

Cool it, you scold yourself. We’ve still got work to do.

“You like music?” You ask abruptly, returning your attention to the lanky boy at your side.

Taken aback, he rubs the back of his neck, replying, “Uhh, I guess?”

“Great.” Plucking his cup from his grasp and placing it above the fireplace, you hold out your hands to him. He smiles a soft, sweet, shy smile—excitement burgeoning in his timid eyes—and links his fingers with yours.

Pulling the stranger across the room, you briefly lock eyes with Emma, whose mouth gapes open as she relays her classic what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you-and-also-you’re-my-hero expression, which you return with your own specialty, an I-don’t-know-how-we-got-here-but-here-we-are shrug. You make a point not to look in Joel’s direction, giggling affectionately as you climb the stairs with your gaze fixed on the boy’s. It was better if he thought you were doing this because you wanted to and not just to make him jealous.

So what if it was a petty game to play? Games had won you Joel the first time. They could sure as hell win you him again.

Your door creaks on its hinges as you press your free hand to it, the occupied one still interlaced between gentle, long fingers. Guiding the boy into the room, you make a conscious choice to leave the door ajar. Sure, it felt riskier (and that alone was enough to entice you), but it also seemed more natural—something a stupid, horny youngster would do.

The stranger stands self-consciously in the middle of your room, taking in the unmade bed, the faded, distressed curtains, and the old cassette player on your dresser. Shuffling over, you hit play, and Jimi Hendrix’s skilled fingers work their magic over the ancient speakers.

Spinning around to face him, you lean back casually against the hard, wooden edge of the dresser.

“You know it?” You ask, voice infused with seduction, intrigue, and mystery—all those things that men seemed to enjoy.

He frowns in concentration. “Heard it, probably couldn’t name it.”

“Can’t name Hendrix?” You gasp, feigning offense with a hand over your heart. He shrugs shyly, smiling down at his feet.

He really was sweet. Something extremely gentle dominated his disposition, something that pulled you in and asked you not to leave. He’d watch meteor showers with you and lend you his jacket if you shivered within a 10-mile radius of him. He’d ask, “is this okay?” before laying you down and making sweet love to you—missionary, of course, so he could look into your eyes and steal soft moans from your mouth with passionate kisses. Hell, he’d probably get straight for you, ditch the fast life, build a nursery and raise babies with you.

You fling out your hand, daring him to take it. Hesitantly, he moves to grasp your fingers in his, looking down to search your softened stare.

“You’re pretty fearless, huh?” He strokes your index affectionately with his thumb.

Chuckling under your breath, you lift a curious hand to trace his cheekbone. “I know what I want,” you reply in a partly seductive, partly earnest whisper. He ducks his head, and you rise onto your tippy toes to press your lips to his, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“M’I interrupting somethin’?” A deep voice booms from the doorway.

The stranger swings around, revealing one half-annoyed, half-amused Joel Miller, arms crossed, leaning informally against the frame. Your heart lurches in your chest, drumming hard and fast. Stifling the reaction, you fix your eyes unabashedly onto his, recognizing the unchecked danger roaming his gaze.

Oh, fuck.

“Joel.” You acknowledge him coolly. “Nice to have you back.”

He ignores your reproachful taunt and the pointed tone you deliver it in, breaking away from your glare. The tense, tall form next to you shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

Joel draws an understated smirk, drinking in the effect of his presence. “You’re needed downstairs.”

You raise an interrogative eyebrow at him. “For what?”

“Not you, sweetheart,” Joel condescends. “Him.”

You gape at him, gaze darting between the two men, not comprehending a damn thing.

“Oh!” The boy lunges forward, extending a gangly hand toward Joel. “You must be the boss, then, yeah?” He gestures back to you. “Told her earlier I was startin’ out with you tonight. Thanks a lot for the opportunity, man, really—” he rambles.

Joel shows no signs of acknowledgment aside from an inconspicuous twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you snort involuntarily—defensively—as over-correction corrupts your tone, gushing, “Joel is not my dad.”

Subtle amusement flashes across Miller’s expression.

“Oh,” the boy responds, hands dropping to his sides in embarrassment.

Joel clears his throat, interrupting the brief interlude of painfully awkward muteness. You think a silent thank you to Jimi Hendrix’s guitar for making the moment a tad less excruciating. “Down the stairs and to the left,” Miller instructs. “They’re waitin’ on you.”

The stranger nods. Shuffling towards the door, he spins on his heels, relaying to you a sheepish wave, mumbling out a hopeful “see you around.”

He leaves. The din from the main floor and the music from the speakers punctuates your tense stand-off with Joel Miller as genuine annoyance clouds your thoughts.

You simmer speechlessly.

“Good song,” he mentions off-hand. Stifling a scoff at the nonchalance, the cockyness, and the sheer casualness of his demeanour, your annoyance swells.

“You’re needed downstairs.” You mock his deep voice, throwing up air quotes to drive the derision home. “Really, Miller? That’s the best you could come up with?”

A shrug.

“S’true, sweetheart. Go n’ see for yourself if you want.”

“Bullshit.”

Again, he shrugs, eyeing you up hungrily, visibly entertained by your flustered state.

“Y’know, Joel, I actually liked this one,” you mutter coolly, realizing the genuine truth of the sentiment as the words roll off your tongue.

“You could do better.”

Huffing a quick breath, you cross your arms and roll your eyes dramatically.

Joel bathes in your ire for only a moment before pushing off the frame and shutting the cracked, dilapidated door behind his back. A familiar tingling spreads through your core, mounting to a buzz as he closes the distance between you. He weaves a hand behind your back—there’s a click, and then the music’s stopped.

“So, that��s it?“ You challenge, Joel’s proximity doing a number on your nervous system. “Just gonna keep ignoring me til’ I’ve got my eyes on someone else?”

Tone both sincere and playful, he rumbles, “jus’ cause I can’t have you, angel, doesn’ mean some other jerk-off gets to.”

Damn it. Damn it right to hell.

Joel’s downright possessiveness makes you weak in the knees, ringing in your ears like a bible hymn. The ridges and valleys of words spell out come home; you think a silent prayer to God, begging him for the strength to resist them. But Joel’s magnetism beckons you towards sin, and no God stands a chance against the unholy look in those darkening eyes.

It serves no use, fighting against it. You craved Joel like a smoker craves nicotine—and you’d risk it all for one more fix.

You needed the man to cave.

“You can have me, Joel.”

A dangerous smile teases his lips. Then, he ducks his head, slowly shaking it side to side.

“Trust me, angel—you don’t want that.”

A huff. “Yes, I do,” you insist.

“You want me to fuck you, that’s it,” voice deepening a near-octave, he straightens to tower over you. “‘Cause if I actually had you…?” He whistles under his breath as the sentence trails off.

A hand cups your face, one wanton finger absentmindedly tracing your cheekbone.

“I’m not a good man, sweetheart.”

Determination courses through your blood as his warning sets your nerves alight. You grasp his thick wrist, turning to place a soft kiss on the skin of his palm. His shadowed eyes lock onto yours, drinking in the sight of your lips dragging across his hand.

“Well,” you purr, seizing what you recognize as the perfect opportunity, “I’m not a ‘good girl,’ either.”

“And I never asked for good, Miller.”

A moment passes—only Joel’s breath, your heartbeat, and the echoes of your invitation disrupt the heavy silence.

And temptation wins him over, once again.

A powerful arm snakes around your back, spinning you around easily. The backs of your knees hit the edge of your mattress, and before you know it, Joel’s pushing your waist down roughly, settling himself between your legs as he looms over your body.

“Y’know,” he muses darkly, eyes wild with lust. “You got some serious fuckin’ daddy issues.”

He undoes the button of your jeans, grabbing the denim at the waist and yanking it unceremoniously over your hips, your ass, and halfway down your thighs. Without wasting a second, he pushes your dampened panties to the side, easing a thick finger between your dripping folds.

“Remind me to thank your old man for that.”

He groans with approval at your wetness, your readiness for him. Crying out “Joel!” in surprise and pleasure, you dig your fingernails into his forearm.

“Fuck, angel,” he breathes softly, watching his digit pumping in and out of you, “Jus’ can’t bring myself to let anyone else touch you like this.” He palms himself through his jeans to relieve some of the building arousal.

“Wanna be the only man this needy lil’ pussy comes for.”

It’s not enough. Tears leak from your eyes and your knuckles go white as you squirm on the unmade sheets—Joel’s touch fills you with ecstasy, but it’s still not enough.

“Joel—” you whine, fighting to prop yourself up on your elbows, forcing yourself to meet his lust-filled gaze before wandering first to the sight of his fingers fucking you, then to the bulge in his pants.

You need more of him.

“I know, sweetheart,” he coos, following your line of vision. ”But I’ll split you right open f’I don’t warm you up first.”

When he slips another finger between your walls, your back collapses against the mattress. Mewls and whimpers tumble from your lips—male satisfaction darkens Joel’s complexion with every moan you give him.

“Know what I thought about, away on the job?” His fingers alternate between curling roughly inside your cunt and rubbing your own slick against your swollen bud. “Thought aaalll about this pretty fuckin’ pussy, takin’ my cock from behind.”

“Pictured it when I used my hand.”

Mouth frozen in a silent “ah,” you look into his hungry, heavy eyes and the grey-speckled hair falling into them.

“Yeah?” You manage, voice involuntarily sliding up an octave.

He cups your cheek and nods.

Your eyebrows knit together in euphoria as his talk and his tantalizing fingers bring you right up to the edge of your climax.

And then Joel’s abruptly pulling his fingers out, leaving you gasping for air on the damn brink of bliss. He drags your jeans and underwear towards your ankles, tearing them from your body and tossing them carelessly onto the bed.

“You take that pill I left you?”

You nod enthusiastically, watching intently as Joel’s wet, wide fingers work impatiently at his buckle. “S’good, baby.” He pulls his own denim over his hips, smirking arrogantly as amazement crosses your expression. You’d forgotten how big he was. “‘Cause I’m gonna need you to take it again.”

It feels like the first time all over again, watching his heavy length bob up and down in front of you. You wonder what he tastes like.

Before you can find out, he’s yanked your legs over his hips, leaning forward to guide the tip of his manhood between your aching folds and teasing you with the dark head of his cock.

You’re moaning a soft “feels s’good, Joel” when he pushes himself entirely inside you, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips as the curve of his cock grazes that spot inside you—as he bottoms out completely. He releases a low groan; it sounds like angels sighing.

Needing to see more of you, he bunches your shirt above your breasts. “Look at you, baby,” He palms one roughly, teasing and pinching the nipple as his thighs snap against your ass, the torturous combination bringing you closer and closer to oblivion.

“S’fuckin’ pretty with your tits bouncin’ for me.”

Lost in his eyes, expression frozen in ecstasy, you anchor your nails into his forearms, responding to his thrusts by grinding your hips against his.

“Fuckin hell, sweetheart.”

Joel’s eyebrows knit together as he gives you every inch of himself without holding back; your body responds to him—muscles quiver uncontrollably, cunt squeezes devotedly around his cock. The only word you seem to remember is ‘Joel.’

“Squirmin’ like crazy, baby,” he mumbles. “Been waitin’ for me?” His harsh, rhythmic strokes fuck you mute—but that was never an excuse with Joel. A calloused hand circles your gasping throat, pressing softly against your windpipe in an unmistakeable command.

“Words, angel.” Possessiveness underpins his husky demand. “Anyone else fuck you while I was gone?”

You meet his shadowed eyes, gaze hazy with pleasure. “N-no, Joel.”

He groans with approval.

“Fuckin’ right. That’s my girl.”

Your breath quickens as your clit begins to twitch, release simmering between your hips. “Oh god, Joel, I-I can’t—”

When he ducks his head into your neck, the scent of sandalwood soap mingling with his sweat overwhelms you with need; Joel’s teeth nip at your skin affectionately, beard brushing your collarbone as his thumb finds its way to your throbbing bud.

“Ohmygod—Joel, Joel, Joel—” uttering his name in worship, you reach your climax the second his finger presses into your clit—toes curling inside your socks, fingernails digging into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, growing harder and harder as his name tumbles from your lips, punctuating the rhythmic sound of his broad thighs slapping against your skin. “Jus like your lil’ pussy.” His hands move to your waist, squeezing your hips between his calloused hands as he bounces you up and down his pulsing cock.

“Fuckin’ young n’ needy.”

As he fucks you through your orgasm, you feel Joel working another one out of you. Wanton whines and moans escape your throat. Catching glimpses of his broad, towering form over you only makes the fluttering more intense—meeting his wild eyes only brings the simmering heat inside you to a downright boil.

“Please—come inside me—want it so bad—Joel—”

“Keep fuckin’ quiet,” He growls. “Tryna make your poor fuckin’ dad hear you beggin’ for my cum?”

Joel loved fucking you like this.

He loved fucking you with only a shitty, thin door separating your naked, eager body from all the blissfully ignorant assholes he worked with. He loved watching you writhe pathetically under his weight, cunt wrapped around him so desperately.

Made him feel like a man.

“Gonna give me another one?” He goads, voice straining slightly as his own release builds fast between his thighs. “C’mon, baby, wanna feel this pussy comin’ on my cock—js’one more, sweetheart, that’s right—”

His breathing turns shallow as his words tumble out; your eyes roll to the skies as he takes you there again, your near-sobs of “thank you thank you thank you” stifled just in time by the rush of his hand to your lips. Cradling your head, he pulls you into his shoulder and buries himself impossibly deep inside your cunt. You distantly register his muffled “shit—s’fucking good, baby” as his seed soaks your walls. Joel pushes his cum right into your guts with a couple of final, decelerating strokes.

Head still cradled in his neck, stars dance before your eyes. Joel’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, and his exhalations tickle the top vertebrae of your spine. You let your heartbeats settle together, frozen in place as he slowly softens inside you.

Finally, he pulls out with a gentle groan.

“Gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You slump onto the mattress, a cocktail of his cum and your slick leaking out of your pussy, still unable to string along a cohesive sentence.

Softly smiling, he adds under his breath, “Be at the wrong end of every conman and criminal’s rifle f’anyone ever found out about this.”

You prop yourself up on trembling elbows, watching Joel pull his jeans back up over his hips.

“I guess we’ll just have to run away together,” you hum, half-joking, half-serious. “You can teach me how to be a big-bad-smuggler.”

He chuckles, the rumble in his chest blanketing your still-pulsing body with an unfamiliar warmth.

“Yeah, you’d sure like that, huh?” His eyes dance with playfulness, a rare vision of Joel Miller. It suits him. “Wouldn’t last a damn day with you teasin’ me on the job.” He kneels down, finding your underwear and slipping it onto your ankles, wriggling it up your calves—a practiced movement, like something he’d done a million times before. “M’not sure you’d be too crazy about the clickers—though sick n’ decaying does seem to be your type.”

You giggle, lightly slapping his firm shoulder as he bends over you, pulling your damp panties up. His fingers smooth the distressed fabric delicately, lingering on the skin of your hip for a brief, cherishing touch. Silence settles between you as Joel’s thumb strokes your hip absentmindedly. Glasses clink and laughter erupts downstairs.

Brusquely, he clears his throat and straightens up, a hard mask of apathy descending on his features once again.

“Clean yourself up, alright?” He smooths his hair back, heading for the door.

“Joel.”

He knows the meaning behind your tone before you do.

It’s not that there’s anything, in particular, you need him to hear—you just don’t want him to leave.

Not yet. Not now.

Hand on the doorknob, his looming form stills.

“You should…” he begins, eyes glued to the door, throat constricting around his words. “You should go out with that guy. From earlier. Be good for you to see someone your age, y’know.”

“Well, I don’t want that guy,” you respond, sitting up on the mattress, fixing your stare on his back. “Do you really need me to say it, Miller? I don’t care how old you are, or that you’re friends with my dad, or how many people you’ve wasted,” you ramble, the taste of exasperation and agitation building on your tongue. “Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you were fuckin’ infected. I like you.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyebrows furrowing together in frustration.

“Well, don’t.”

He exhales, shaking his head with frustration.

“Shouldn’t’ve let this happen again. Made a damn mess of things by fuckin’ you.”

For some extremely unwelcome reason, his words bite like hell. You’d borne your soul to him, been vulnerable with him, had him inside you twice now, and all he viewed you as was a regret. Crestfallen, tears stinging your eyes, you roll onto your side, facing away from him, still half-dressed. You don’t have the capacity to care about how pitiful a sight it is, only wanting the man to leave you to tend to your wounds in peace.

But, of course, he doesn’t.

He won’t.

That hand just can’t seem to twist that fuckin’ knob. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he mutters. “Okay.”

Something like hope begins to bloom in your chest as you hear the concession leaking from his words. You try to beat it down, focussed on the cracks and divots in the wall facing your tear-lined eyes.

“Tess is gone for the week—job outside the Zone.” Despite the tortured strain in his voice, it tastes of desire. “Place’ll be empty. Jus’ don’t let anyone see you.”

With that, he wrenches the door open; a brief swell of noise floods the room before he seals you back in. Still curled up into yourself, the beginnings of a smile etch their way onto your lips. You turn into your pillow, grinning into the linen, unable to contain it.

Victory.

Joel Miller was a hard man. Of that, you were certain. absolutely certain.

But you were also certain that he was soft on you.

And that felt like winning.

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Read part 1: Dark but Just a Game

Read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman (Let Me Hold You Like a Baby)

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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a Magical Girl and the justice league 1 (platonic)

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Tagged: @harpy-space @mxtokko @viviyene

I shall make a part 2 sometime for the other members is just cause this already took me long enough lol

Also I’ll probably make one but for the light

It’s about a month after your initial adoption by Bruce that he knocks at your door one day

After you welcome him in your now adoptive father pokes his head in, a once empty storage room now full of personality and life

It makes him smile, especially as you you breathed a new sense of life not only here but also across the manor

As it turns out Superman, has practically been begging Bruce to bring you to the next Justice league meeting

And while Bruce wasn’t demanding you to go, he asked if you’d join (only if you were comfortable with it though) in the next few days

Safe to say you didn’t hesitate to say yes

Like fuck yeah your going, your not missing the opportunity to meet Wonder Woman…oh and the other ones

(Across the world several hero’s felt a chill go down their spine yet didn’t know why)

Each day you get more excited, your practically buzzing with excitement throughout the day and into the night

It gets to the pint that everyone kinda notices especially since your usually kinda stoic in the sense you control your emotions

It truly makes you seem like your age for once, bustling with energy and having a bright smile that makes your cheeks hurt after awhile

When he does take you (the others tried to convince him to let them come along he denied them) your extremely ecstatic

Your hand is slipped into Bruce’s, magical girl outfit practically sparkling in contrast to his grim and dark uniform

Safe to say it’s a culture shock to the rest of the league when the doors open to reveal you and Bruce

Y’all have the complete opposite aesthetic of the entire Batfam

You sit down, scooting your chair to a more comfortable distance near Bruce who hides a smile at the sight

Though the entire league is talking about serious stuff it’s obvious what their actually paying attention to

Your lightly kicking your feet under the table, Rigel curled around your neck and furiously taking note about what everyone says (lol)

You even colour code the entire transcript of the meeting

When the entire meeting is over and things have been discussed, Bruce is like “oh yeah this is my new kid. Say hi y/n” “hi” “let’s get this over with”

And then you have several adults crowding you looking at you with awe

Clark aka superman is the first to introduce himself, he reminds you of a golden retriever with how bright his smile seems to shine

He’s friendly and gentle, a certain enthusiasm in his voice as he lightly hovers above you till you use your powers to do the same

Bruce is brewing in misery as you, him, Hal and Martian man Hunter form a hovering squad

As he talks to you he kinda sends some slightly passive aggressive jabs at Bruce

Kinda salty his best friend didn’t fucking tell him how he adopted again, and that he didn’t respond for the 15th time to bring the family to his farm

He’s really happy the Wayne household has someone who’s as calm and level minded as you

God knows the amount of times he’s lost sleep wondering how Alfred keeps that house afloat

Thinks your outfits really fun and adorable, especially finds it cool that you can magically change it at will

He has a soft spot for small animals (he secretly befriended a few possums when he was a kid) so he loves Rigel

You haven’t told him that Rigel is an inter-dimensional god yet and your not sure he’d believe you

Definitely tries to convince you to meet his son and visit much to the chagrin of Bruce

Listen, Bruce likes Clark but he can be a bit overbearing for his and most of his families nature

100% will offer you a slice of his apple pie that Lois packed for him

Half the league doubles takes cause he’s never done that before and the last time flash ate it he was brooding in the corner

No matter the situation if he sees you he’ll give a polite little wave and smile even if it’s during a battle

Like once he and Luther were going at it but then you casually strolled by, both stopped gave you a hello and then right back into their fight

His wallet has pictures of Jon, Connor and Kara, and he’ll spend an hour talking about them

For April fools you buy him green rock candy as a joke and he eats it in front of lex

That leads to Luthor having a fucking panic attack now thinking the ONE thing that could seemingly kill him was now basically nothing to him

He finds it really funny if you change your outfit to look like a mini him cause it makes everyone (but especially Bruce) poute

When you find out that the only thing that separates his identities is a pair of glasses you end up not believing it

Until green arrow chimes in and is like “yeah that’s it”

Your silently wondering if people in metropolis just know he’s superman but don’t acknowledge it

Your betting on it with Flash and Aquaman

As a joke you begin calling him overpowered and a “Gary stu”. He’s so confused but doesn’t say anything

You sometimes go to him for writing tips for essays since he’s a reporter

And he absolutely helps you get an A without any effort

Lois and the rest of the family really want to meet you and he makes his fact very apparent

When your class trip went to metropolis he definitely does a fly by for fun

It makes you smile at how he makes the class erupt with cheers

Is definitely concerned for your safety but also your mental health because of the amount of stress you have over being the only one able to kill the “shadowmites”

He’s definitely glad Bruce has taken you under his wing and your basically safe wherever you go since you have some inate ability to befriend literally everyone by accident

He doesn’t really like you being friends with certain villains but as long as their not hurting you then he’s not complaining

Wonder Woman aka Diana Aka your favourite definitely catches on that she’s the favourite

And not to brag, she’s totally lowkey happy about it lol

She’s been your favourite hero since you were a kid since she was one of the only female ones

She reminded you of the magical girl cartoons you’d watch for your only bit of joy in the day

Thus you have a lot of respect for her

She finds it really cute that you look up to her so much

Especially since your such an amazing young mind with a kind heart

She doesn’t need her lasso to get that your telling the truth when you talk about basically abandoning your life to save others

100% tells you about themyscira and the Amazon’s whom she calls sisters

Definitely like everyone else finds your outfits really cute especially when she’s surprised by something new each time

Like the others she’s silently worried for your mental health but is at least happy you now have Bruce and his kids to help you as best they can

Maybe started a bet about what other villains you’ll end up befriending

Her bets are on Klarion since she has a feeling you’ll work whatever magic you did on Damien who’s similar in the fact that he’s a chaotic ball of anger

While meeting her you kinda inched your chair closer to her, she noticed and thought it was sweet

Bruce definitely pulls her aside as your talking to the others and explains that yeah “your the favourite” which makes her laugh at his kinda sour expression

At some point she places her tiara on you and takes a photo cause your super happy

She might be testing the idea of maybe taking you back home for a weekend cause she knows everyone would be really happy to meet you

Since she’s kinda immortal you go to her sometimes for history projects

She’s always happy to help especially since she really enjoys talking of all the change she’s seen over the years

It kinda makes her feel fuzzy that someone is interested since she kinda assumes most people find history boring

Definitely lightly teases you about using her as a source for your project lol

One day you show up with your magical girl outfit somewhat resembling hers and she’s gonna treat you like your her mini me for the day

And all Bruce can do is watch with the expression of “this is my life now. My kid is getting adopted by others now as well”

He is content though with how happy you are and how you don’t seem to ever not be able to bring a smile to others as well

She’s kinda iffy on you being friends with villains but after seeing them full on pause as you pass by she’s a little better with dealing with it

But she does worry that you might be influenced by their behaviour

Also she 100% can tell Rigel isn’t a normal Ferret and is the only one of the league to actually believe you

She’s not sure where he’s from but she trusts the white fur ball enough we’re she knows they’ll protect you

Flash/Barry Allen is sliding near you at the justice league table and leaving little post it notes with doodles and making funny face when no one’s looking

What can he say?, he’s good with kids and your not an exception to that either

He’s kinda like a fun uncle

The one who’ll pick you up and place you on his shoulders before running around base

Out the then all he’s kinda the most laid back of the bunch

Sure he can still get serious when the time calls for it but on the other hand he’s a chill guy

He’s also the most in touch with stuff than the others so when you reference something he’s like “I get it!”

While the others stare at him in confusion as you high-five him

Sometimes you like asking hims questions about his powers and y’all try to test it out

Bruce has had to stop him many times and put him in the figurative time out corner

He finds it fucking hilarious when he once walked In on your practicing and you had a giant battle axe as your magical girl weapon

Gives you several nicknames like “sailor moon” or “madoka”

Y’all definitely watch anime on your phone when no one’s watching

He likes messing up your hair only to see it go back into being perfect about a second later

Kinda is now tempted to go to the future and see what you do later on in your life

So he can then tease you about while your looking at him confused

You like to joke that he does shit too fast and he jokes back that your just two slow

By god Bruce is gonna kill him if he begs one more time for permission to gift you knockoff merch of your persona for the 50th time this week-

Pranks…just gonna say be careful cause he’s already on thin ice after the last time he pulled one

He likes telling you stories about his nephew and how proud of him he is

He finds your outfit pretty neat especially since you can change it by will whenever you want

Please be warned though that having anything yellow and red themed may be a bit iffy for him

Bruce probably warns about that beforehand along with not bringing up Barry’s mom

Probably finds it funny that your hanging out with villains n shit

Like especially since your kinda bow just like a neutral ground/entity

Finds it hilarious the juxtaposition of your aesthetic and personality vs big bad Bruce

Rigel is his lil buddy and likes curling up on his shoulder

Kinda gets cosmic vibes from the ferret though

#platonic #dc x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #wonder woman x reader #Diana king x reader #flash x reader #superman x reader #Barry Allen x reader #justice league x reader #Clark Kent x reader #magical girl y/n

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I wanted to redesing and rewrite Miraculous for a while. Then thought why not share my ideas so here is Chloé Bourgeois. (Duddeee I forgor the wingss?? 💀)

In my rewriting, power system is different. I will explain it on my further posts. Here I want to tell you more about my version of Chloé aka Queen Bee.

Chloé’s character is similar to show version. (First two seasons) Mommy issues, struggling with social relationships, bully… The difference is I keep the redemption arc :D In my version Ladybug and Chat Noir get their miraculouses when they were in high school. But show will take place at their twenties when they are in university. We will have flashbacks about high school years and how they got their miraculouses. Chloé also gets her miraculous in high school but it will be taken from her by Ladybug. This events will be similar to show too. Chloé won’t reveal her identity to everyone but will do wrong things to fix and seem like a hero. Her plan was to impress her mother as Queen Bee so later she can reveal her identity to her and make her mother proud of her for once :’) (Damn you Audrey)

Her only friend was Adrian for her whole childhood (same goes for Adrian) thanks to Audrey’s business with Gabriel. I thought her whole feelings towards Adrian is platonic but in her high school times she thought she has romantic feelings towards him because she never had friends other than Adrian and never had romantic interest. That’s why she will be clingy towards Adrian in high school.

In last year of high school after Ladybug took Bee miraculous from her, Marinette will try to fix her relationship with Audrey like in the show but it won’t work and Audrey probably say some really heartbreaking things and this will make Chloé angrier. She will blame Marinette and will be ruder to everyone (espacially to Marinette) at school, Sabrina will dump her (yaaay), Ladybug won’t trust her about an akuma attack (there are no akuma in my story tho but i want you to know what i am referring to rn) and Adrian will talk with her about her actions and how he doesn’t want to keep being friends with her anymore if she continues. She will get akumatized too and hurt her teacher (forgor her name) and Sabrina. She will collapse and leave Paris. I am not sure where she will go, probably i will make her go another country at Europe.

She will change her contacts so Adrian won’t be able to reach her. She will go therapy there and will be emotionally better. I feel like she would study child psychology maybe become a teacher or something. I also thought she will take self defense classes too since Ladybug told that she doesn’t have enough experience on fighting and they ve been getting educated for years to hold a miraculous, when she took bee miraculous from her. ( thats a lie tho it has only been a few months not years lmao)

After 2 or 3 years she will return to Paris (when show takes time at)for a few days just to see her father and apologize to Sabrina, Adrian and Marinette. I thought Sabrina won’t even wanna listen her. So she will decide not to see Adrian because she will think he doesn’t want to see her either. Then she will find herself in the middle of akuma attack. She will see where the akumatized item is. Ladybug and Chatnoir will be surprised to see her there of course but they are in the middle of fight. Chloé will try to tell where the akuma is but Ladybug will immediately tell Chatnoir to take her somewhere safe and he will. Chloé will tell Chatnoir that she knows how to defeat the akuma and she is sorry for being a bad holder back than. Adrian is so confused seeing her friend after years of course but can’t say anything (you know ,secret identity 🤷). Akuma will be defeated and he will go to Chloé to thank.

So then she will go to bakery hoping Marinette will be there in university break and hoping at least Marinette would like to listen her like back then. And as she hoped, Marinette wants to listen her. I might make a comic with this scene later. Right now I don’t have the words to describe the dialogue in here. But it will be about how she came to apologize and she is now a different person but how she doesn’t expect to be forgiven since Sabrina didn’t. And I thought Marinette would hug her seeing how in the edge she is and she might cry :’’(

I know I know it is so plane but i am not good at writing. I just tell what my ideas are. It is not the end. I will write about what happens later but first I should make posts about other holders and power system. Powers are different in my version so story might be confusing without knowing them. Bee miraculous also has slightly a different power. So first I will tell about them. Then I might try harder and write the story better hehe.

About Zoe btw I don’t even know if I want her to exit lmaoo. No hate don’t get me wrong but she is not even a character in the show. I am not sure what to do about her yet.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate that. 🪐🌟

=====Turkish translate======

Bir süredir Mucize’yi tekrar tasarlamak ve yazmak istiyordum. Kendi kendime dedim ki neden fikirlerimi paylaşmayayım ve paylaşmaya karar verdim. Ta daa Chloé Bourgeois! ( kanatlarını çizmeyi unutmuşum ama çaktırmayın)

Benim alternatifimde güç sistemi farklı. İlerki postlarımda açıklayacağım. Burada daha çok benim tasarladığım Chloe’den diğer adıyla Kraliçe Arı’dan bahsetmek istiyorum.

Aslında Chloe’nin karakteri dizidekine yakın. (İlk iki sezondaki) Annesi ile sorunları, sosyal ilişkilerde sıkıntılar, zorba biri olması… Fark ise ‘redemtion arc’ ını çöpe atmadım. :D Benim versiyonumda Uğur Böceği ve Kara Kedi mucizelerini lise okurken alıyorlar ama hikaye üniversite yıllarında, yirmili yaşlarında geçiyor. Lise yıllarında yaşadıklarına arada ‘flashback’lerle değinmeyi düşünüyorum. Chloe de mucizesini lisede alıyor ancak Uğur Böceği ondan geri alıyor. Bu olaylar da dizidekine benziyor. Chloe kimliğini herkese açıklamak yerine önce Kraliçe Arı olarak annesini etkileyip sonra ona kimliğini açıklamayı düşünüyor. Böylelikle sonunda annesinin onunla gurur duyacağını düşünüyor. Dizideki gibi sorunlar çıkarıp sonra kahraman gibi davranıp insanları kurtarmış gibi gösteriyor kendisini.

Küçüklüğünde tek arkadaşı Adriandı. O da annesi Audrey’in Gabriel ile olan işi sayesinde. Aslında Adrian’a karşı tamamen platonik sevgi (arkadaş olarak seviyor yani karşılıksız sevgi anlamında değil) beslediğini düşünüyorum. Hiç bir zaman romantik hisleri olmadı ama Adrian’dan başka arkadaşı olmadığı için ve daha önce hiç romantik duygular hissetmediğinden Adrian’a olan duygularını romantik sevgi ile karıştırdığını düşünüyorum.

Lisenin son yılında Uğur Böceği, arı mucizesini ondan alıyor; Marinette Chloe’nin annesi ile olan ilişkisini düzeltmeye yardım ederken işler ters gidiyor ve Audrey, Chloe’ye kalp kırıcı şeyler söylüyor. Bu Chloe’yi ilerki günlerde daha agresif yapıyor, Marinette’i her zamankinden daha fazla aşağılayıp olanlar yüzünden onu suçluyor, Sabrina dayanamayıp onunla ilişkisini kesiyor (yürü be Sabrina), Uğur Böceği akuma saldırısı konusunda Chloe’ye güvenmiyor( akumalar benim versiyonumda yok ama şimdilik anlaşılmak için akuma diyeceğim) ve Adrian böyle biri olmaya devam ederse onunla arkadaş olmak istemediğini söylüyor. Bunların hepsi Chloe’nin duygusal olarak yıkılmasına hatta belki akumalanarak sevdiği insanlara, şu adını unuttuğum öğretmenleri ve belki Sabrina’ya, zarar vermesine yol açıyor. Tüm bunlar Chloe’nin Paris’ten ayrılarak başka bir Avrupa ülkesine gitmesiyle sonuçlanıyor.

Burda Chloe iletişim bilgilerini bile değiştiriyor ve Adrian dahil kimse ona ulaşamıyor. Terapi alıyor. Üniversitede çocuk psikolojisi okuyor belki de öğretmen olmak istiyor diye düşündüm. Hatta bazı dövüş sanatlarını da öğreniyor çünkü Uğur Böceği mucizeyi alırken ona yeterli savaş deneyimi olmadığını ve kendilerinin yıllardır eğitim aldığını söylüyor. ( Yalan tabii. Sadece bir kaç aydır çalışıyorlar yıllardır değil.)

2 ya da 3 yıl içinde ( hikayenin geçtiği zaman ) Paris’e dönüyor. Sadece bir kaç günlüğüne babasını görmeye; Sabrina, Adrian ve Marinette’den özür dilemeye geliyor. Sabrina onu dinlemek bile istemeyince Adrian’ın da aynı tepkiyi vereceğini düşündüğünden onu görmekten vazgeçiyor. Marinette’i görmeye giderken kendisini akuma saldırının ortasında buluyor ve Uğur Böceği ile Kara Kediye yardım etmeye çalışıyor. Kahramanlar Chloe’yi gördüklerine çok şaşırıyorlar ama savaşın tam ortasındalar bu yüzden Kara Kedi onu alıp daha güvenli bir yere götürüyor. Chloe, Kara Kedi’ye akumanın nerde olduğunu söylüyor ve önceden kötü bir kahraman olduğu için özür diliyor. Adrian eski arkadaşını gördüğüne çok mutlu oluyor tabii ama hiç bir şey söyleyemiyor çünkü gizli kimlik şeysinden. Akumayı yeniyorlar tabii ve Chloe ye teşekkür ediyor.

Daha sonra Chloe Marinette’ i görmeyi umarak pastanelerine gidiyor. Ve umduğu gibi Marinette orda oluyor. Burdaki sahne hakkında daha sonra bi çizgi roman yapmayı düşünüyorum şimdilik dialog kafamda tam değil ama basitçe Marinette’den özür diliyor, artık eskisi gibi olmadığını ama yine de Sabrina gibi affetmek zorunda olmadığını sadece farklı biri olduğunu bilmesini istediğini söylüyor. Burda Marinette’in ona sarılacağını düşündüm bu da yaşlarını zor tutan Chloe’yi ağlatacak.

Biliyorum biliyorum anlatımım aşırı düz ama yazmakta iyi değilim. Sadece kafamdaki fikirleri aktarıyorum. Bu son değil. Devamını yazacağım ama önce diğer Mucize kullanıcıları hakkında ve güç sistemi üzerine postlar yapmak istiyorum. Neleri değiştirdiğimi bilmeden hikayeyi anlamak zor olabilir. Yazım şeklimi de daha akıcı ve güzel hale getirmeye çalışacağım.

Zoe’yi sorarsanız onun hakkında ne yapacağımı henüz bilmiyorum. Onu hikayeye ekler miyim emin bile değilim. Açıkçası dizide hiç bir kişiliği olmayan bom boş bir karakter. O yüzden emin değilim.

Okuduğun için teşekkür ederim. 🪐🌟

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WIBTA (idk if asshole is the right word or more creep idk) for keeping younger friends after high school?

Ok so I (F16) am autistic + struggle socially and my high school has like a unit to support people who are disabled or neurodivergent in some way, I spend most of my breaks and lunchtimes in the classrooms here and have been since I started here, and over that time I’ve made a lot of friends there but the issue is some of them are a few years younger than me

I’ve been friends with most of them for like 3 years now and I don’t think I specifically approached them or anything we just ended up meeting via spending time in the same place at lunch and made friends because we have similar interests/personalities, I didn’t see anything wrong with it but I’m starting to doubt that/I’ve seen people calling it weird (age gap friendships in general, not me specifically)

I have other friends outside of this group who are my age,both in school and who go to different schools, but then the group I mainly spend my lunches with is mostly people younger than me except my best friend S (f15, same year group in school though we just have like a few months apart) - started by me meeting my friend (m15, again same year just a few months) little sister let’s call her P (f14 + in the year group below me) and making pretty good friends with her and her best friend

It’s a British school so you start in y7 (age 11) and leave in y11 (age 16) so I’m leaving in a few months, friend group is me, S, P + her friend who are also in the year below me, 2 who are in year 9 and one who’s in year 8 (she’s 2010 I think and I’m 2008), let’s call her L

I know that sounds really weird and makes me sound like a creep but pretty much all of these I met when I myself was like 13 and they were 11/12, apart from L who started hanging out with P last year and sitting with us which caused me to make friends with her. For most of my time in school I haven’t seen a problem with this because they’re my friends and nothing more (I’ve been in love with someone for like 2 years now and she’s the same age as me soo) but I keep seeing like TikToks of people saying it makes you a pedo for having younger friends and i know it isn’t true but also I’m worried it’s creepy for me to have these friends even if it’s strictly platonic because idk I miss social cues a lot and I don’t know maybe having friends in a younger school year is weird

For the rest of school I’m just treating it as normal because I only have 3 months left, I’ve been friends with most of these mfs since 2021 and I’m not going to start being really distant to them now because that would be mean and they’re my friends who I care about but I feel like when I graduate it’s different and it’ll be weird for me to be friends with them as a college student when some of them will only be like year 9, we have a group chat and stuff but I feel like keeping touch with them would make me come off wrong but also cutting contact with them would be really mean

I’ve been bullied since I was in primary school I’m talking like year 3 and a lot of the people in my year group don’t like me even if I’ve basically never spoken to them (again this makes me come off wrong but it’s bc I’m “emo” aka im not emo I’m just quiet and somewhat alt and because I masked a lot less when we started hs so I was like. Harmless but weird/cringy 11 year old and even though I’ve changed a lot since then people still have that impression of me, i was also outed as bi in year 7 in a school full of homophobic people so there’s that) and so idk I feel like if people already don’t like me they’ll jump at anything to make me seem like I’m a bad person

Tl:dr I’m a 16 year old and my youngest friend is 13 but I feel like once I leave high school it’s no longer socially acceptable to have younger friends and that I’d be a creep to keep in contact, am I right That id be a creep for having young friends or am I just paranoid ?

#aita #am i the asshole

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galvanizedfriend · 2 months

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Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [3/4 - Incomplete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.] . Urban Legend "I hate myself for saying this, but I have to agree with Little Miss Sunshine," Caroline cuts in. "This is Whitmore. Nothing ever happens here. Least of all a possession that leads to a massacre of slasher movie proportions."

"Thank you, love," Klaus returns brightly. "Very flattering to be validated by you."

"Bite me, Klaus."

"Find me later, after my shift, and we can see to it," comes the shameless rejoinder.

[Or: Caroline tries to navigate life in college having the worst roommate ever, a douchebag who cannot take a hint and a nosy journalist whom she's definitely not attracted to. Never in a million years.]

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kcfic #kc fandom #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the originals rewriting #the vampire diaries fanfiction #yokan writes #masterlist

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dazaichuuya69 · 1 year

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NSFW alphabet with dazai

Character/s - Dazai, GN reader

Warnings - NSFW, swearing, lots of kinks

Notes - I have literally always wanted to do one of these so I remembered most of the letters, but if some of them are wrong just tell me and I'll change it. This was loads of fun to make so I'll be doing a lot more of these in the future!!!

Aftercare

Does NOT want to go and have a shower and will probably not have one unless it got very messy. And when I say very messy I mean the bed literally has to be covered in your cum. Usually he'll just get some water for you and then cuddle you until you go asleep

Body part

He likes his fingers because he loves how good they can make you feel. He also thinks they're really pretty and long. On you he really likes your stomach because he lovesss laying on it when he's had a hard day at work (AKA he actually did something for once)

Cum

Probably likes to cum in you if you're on the pill because it makes cleaning up soo much easier. If you don't want him to he'll probably just come on your stomach and then clean up with a tissue or something

Dirty secret

Probably has a knife/blood/gun kink but doesn't want to tell you because he thinks it will scare you

Experience

Has a bit of experience but not loads because usually it would mean he has to be vulnerable and he hates that. He did definitely have sex before tho maybe like once every 2-3 months

Favourite position

Anything where he can see your face, he just loves seeing your face when he fucks you dumb <3

Goofy or serious

Before the actual sex he makes lots of dirty jokes but when he's fucking you he's much more serious because he cares about your pleasure

Hair

Probably just trims it once or twice a month and for colour it's just dark brown

Intimacy

VERY INTIMATE because he likes focusing on you, but the most intimate part of sex is def the aftercare

Jerk off

Only does it if you're not around because he prefers to have sex with you than just nasturbating

Kinks

Bondage

Praise/degradation

BDSM

Location

Pretty much anywhere as long as it's comfortable - so probably not in some random ally unles you carry around a pillow everywhere. If for some reason you did did that he'd probably be down to do it anywhere

Motivation

He likes lingerie, but he LOVES it when you wear he shirt. It makes him feel like you really love him and that turns him on!

No sharing. Just no. He does not want anyone else to see you naked because it would make him feel like you didn't love him that much

Oral

He really likes receiving but he is very good at giving

Pace

Usually pretty fast and rough, especially if he's had a hard day. He will probably slow down if you ask him to

Quickie

They definitely happen, but only like once a month. He prefers long sex and beings able to go to sleep afterwards

Risk

Definitely willing to try risks as long as it isn't REALLY dangerous. He doesn't want you to be at risk (why does that sound so weird???)

Stamina

Very high can probably last the whole night if you wanted, but you would have to be on top/ride him at some point so he can relax for a bit

Toys

Uses loads of them especially handcuffs and bondage rope. He even had them before he got into a relationship with you for some reason

Unfair

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE. You will literally have to beg if you want to come

Volume

Pretty medium, but if there's a chance kunikida will hear him, he will be LOUD. He wants kunikida to hear him. He might talk to kunikda about it the next day

Wild card

Kunikida asked Dazai why he wasn't at work and he just started moaning. It was so funny listening to Kunikida screaming at him for that while dazai continued to fuck you

X-ray

Probably about 6-7 inches and THICK.

Yearning

Pretty much constantly horny. So yeah, he yearns a lot for you if you're not around

Zzz

Goes to sleep so fast when he's cuddling you after sex. He's so cute when he watches you fall asleep - why did that sound so fucking creepy

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazai x you #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #Why am I still so bad at this

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JFabe/AbeFK: The Ultimate Queerbaiting (short essay n rant)

(Clone High Season 3 spoilers,,, beware!!!)

Hey everyone it's fruit/juno/nova aka MTVyaoi BACK with another banger essay

So if you guys didn't know already (but I'm pretty sure everyone in the Clone High community does), season three of Clone High, also known as season 2 of the Clone High reboot just premiered yesterday. Thanks to a mutual handing me over their Max account, I was able to watch the episodes in one day, and it's safe to say that it was WAY more better than season 2, despite its ups and downs.

Of course, the reboot boosted some ships into popularity, such as JoanFK (rip), Kahlopatra (rip), Tophabe, but one ship that never really came around to being popular was Jfabe, the relationship between JFK and Abe in the Clone High series.

In the very last episode of season 2, many speculated that JFK and Abe would somehow possibly get together in season 3 (while others just,,, thought they would remain friends). I made an analysis about JFK himself, and in the end, I included a bit of some Jfabe speculation. And during the time the reboot had ended, Jfabe shippers and Tophabe shippers were technically at war. But in the very end, no one was really happy, I would say.

With the new season out, and especially episode 3…yeah, there are some things that need to be discussed. Because let me tell you, I am actually. so mad

Many of the Jfabe shippers collected context clues, hints, and everything that could've hinted at the two becoming canon, only for those to be contradicted really quickly when it came to the Mary episode and the finale. Hell, when the trailer came out, most of us feared the idea of Abe not getting with JFK (actually, this would be most Abe shippers worst nightmare) and getting with someone who we never even knew.

Before I actually do get into the Mary episode, however, I wanted to bring up my favorite episode out of the series, and that is Bible Humpers: A Much Needed Praycation.

Season 3 Episode 3:

Bible Humpers introduces a subplot in which JFK gets tired of partying and having a concerning amount of sex with girls, reminders that…this is during his 17th birthday (from what I could remember), and that's sort of why he was feeling like that. From there on, he decides to become catholic and join The Prayer Pals club, hosted by Lady Godiva, a new character. However, Abe is upset about this because he believed that JFK would change so much that he would eventually forget about Abe. Abe was planning a 6th month Boy-nniversary for the two, and due to JFK being too busy with his newfound hobby, Abe steps in to stop things.

Now, this episode is agreeably, one out of the three Jfabe episodes to exist, the others being Clone Alone and Litter Kills: Literally (The reason why I count Clone Alone as a Jfabe episode, is mainly because of the scene where JFK and Abe become friends…a duo of bros that'll remain friends for the rest of their lives, more on that later, though).

Something about the episode was suspiciously fruity, with Abe being worried about JFK, giving him a new wristband to match his, pulling him really close, offering to let him take his virginity, and even went out of his way to bake a giant cake for him. Hell, at the very end of the episode, he leaves a box with the purity ring in it on JFK's doorstep, and we could even see JFK's soft smile when he read his note.

(Also pspspsp we could see two doves in the sky all while Abe is walking to JFK's house. Two doves represent love.)

(thanks to my mutual)

Next, the Mary episode. In the middle of the episode, JFK offers to have sex with Abe, even taking his shirt off and still asking Abe if he wants to go through with it. Stuff like this was mentioned in the beginning of episode 1. Not gonna go into the sex too much, because they're just teenagers.

It seems that the dynamic between these two are quite literally back and forth, they could be friends, and they could go back to arguing. Abe wants to make JFK happy, JFK cares for Abe, but either gets too riled up or feels like Abe’s ruining things for him.

So with all of this build up and hints, Jfabe was surely gonna become canon one way or another, right?

Well…I wouldn't exactly say that. Because during the finale, Abe suddenly catches feelings for Joan again, and JFK randomly ends up with Harriet, despite the fact that they both established that they didn't feel much for each other! And this was back in season 2 episode 6, where they both kiss again in a classroom, but come to the realization that they actually don't like each other at all. I like the idea of JFK x Harriet, but it just happened way too fast, and I really wish I could ignore that.

Which brings me to my argument: we were queerbaited.

(And if random jfabe dislikers come and tell me that it was bound to happen, I'm gonna lose my mind.)

We are sitting here, begging for some sort of MLM relationship. We've already had Kahlopatra, which is a same-sex female relationship (Good day for sapphics, I love that ship to bits and was disappointed in the fact that they broke up). So it wouldn't have hurt to at least have two of the main male characters date each other. But oh, yeah, let's have them being suspiciously fruity to each other as humor and nothing but humor, because in the end, it was basically just watered down to that.

It even makes me confused in a way, because what was the point of “Duo of bros who'll remain friends for the rest of our lives?” What was the reason? Did they hint at something, only to throw this away at the very last minute? Seriously, we could see background male characters get into relationships, yet not have two of the main characters get together. It's odd, yet not surprising.

Clone High has this tendency of making up random relationships, Harriet x Toussaint, Joan x Confucius (which I like however, don't come for me), Mary x Abe, just fuck all. And now, it's JFK x Harriet. Yet, it seems as if it would hurt them to make a hinted at relationship…canon. It confuses me. Are they gonna make them date in season 4? Are we even gonna get a season 4? Because the show has to get renewed in order for that to happen.

I am not mad at the writers for not making them canon because of the ship dynamic itself, I'm angry because there were so many hints, so much build up only for them to go nowhere with this. Because personally, I think it would've made the show a bit more interesting. To have two of the main male characters date. That's all I asked for, and we got nothing out of it.

You could say I'm seething over a cartoon, but I don't care!!! Cartoon or not, the ship is really important to me and most Jfabe shippers, so seeing their relationship go nowhere and the two randomly getting into M/F relationships sort of hurts. And I'm saying that as someone who isn't even a veteran Jfabe shipper, I shipped them days after season 2 ended. Both the original JFK and Abraham Lincoln (theoretically) were bisexual, so it just makes me even more puzzled.

I'm not exactly making this essay to cancel Clone High just for a silly ship, this is really just a healthy way to take out my sadness and disappointment. A vent essay, if you will. And it really is just what happened, so many interactions that could be taken as romantic, only for them not to get with each other.

Honestly, if the show writers didn't intend to queerbait us, I can only ask…“How?”

Anyway that's the end of my short essay about me screaming and crying about a ship between two white boys, subscribe and hit that notification button for more screaming and crying about a ship between two white boys. fruit signing out

#clone high #clone high season 2 #clone high 2023 #clone high season 3 #clone high spoilers #jfabe #abefk #jfk clone high #clone high abe #clone high reboot

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maxs-grimoire · 7 months

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Hey! Not sure if you take asks or not, but do you have any advice for a baby witch?

YES! First, asks are always open, and I appreciate you sending one! Secondly, of course I have some advice! Let's get into it!

(1) Decolonize your craft

Decolonizing your craft is essential to witchcraft. Making sure you don't take part in practices that are closed to you, and making sure that you don't use tools/methods/items that are sacred to cultures you aren't a part of is SO IMPORTANT!!! This is where I would recommend you to start your research. Here is an excellent article on what a closed practice is, but it doesn't go too deep into specific things that are closed. I think it's a good jumping off point.

Along with respecting and educating yourself on closed practices, knowing where your information is from and what biases that information may have (good or bad) is also important. This goes along with what materials you use and where they come from (is this ethically sourced, is this a closed item, who profits off of this item, etc.).

(2) RESEARCH A TON!!!

If you're on this blog, asking this question, you're doing this! Good job! If you search "BOS" on my blog, or click -> here , you can go to my "book of shadows" tag, and see lists of ways to start your own book of shadows (aka a ton of things to research and write down)

(3) Write everything down

Going along with that last sentence, write. stuff. down! Your craft will change and grow, and even if you're just writing what you learn in your phones notes app, you will be so happy that you have that later on. It's great to see where you came from and how far you've come, and who knows, you may need that one sigil you made 3 months ago, or maybe that random spell you wrote down ages ago is exactly what you need in your current situation. Just write things down, you'll thank yourself for it later.

(4) Don't feel like you need to fit into a box

This one is very important as well! Social media witches and pretty instagram witchcraft isn't how your craft is most likely not how your practice will look, especially not when starting out. Don't force yourself to have the most perfect altar, with allllll of these beautiful, expensive tools, and all the witchy clothes and decorations, etc. etc. etc. You honestly don't need anything but your intention to do witchcraft. Don't worry about having an "aesthetic" practice. It really isn't realistic for most people.

Also, witch "types" aren't set in stone. You don't only have to be a Green Witch, or only a Hearth Witch, or only a Sea Witch. These are just fun categories, and you don't need to commit to one or the other. I consider them mostly just tags that witches use to see the kinds of content they want to see, or to categorise themselves so others know their favorite things in their practice. If you NEED a label, but can't decide, "eclectic" is an easy thing to slap onto your practice that is all encompassing while still being labeled.

These are my biggest advice points. If anyone wants more, I'm sure I can think of more, I just wanted to get this out because I was excited to get an ask, haha.

Anyways, happy witching!

#witchcraft #witchblr #hellenic pagan #pagan witch #witch #other witchy #witches #maxtalk #witch community #witch advice #witch stuff #witch shit #baby witch #baby witch advice #witch tips #beginner witch #witchcraft 101 #witch blog #witches of tumblr

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tomthefanboy · 2 years

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Last week I made a simple post saying I wanted a D&D version of this chart with a gnoll in the middle. I know that most of the time if you want something on the internet you have to make it yourself, but I couldn't figure out what each axis would be.

I wanted the D&D chart SO BADLY that I started boosting the posts about it with tumblr Blaze... Post 1 EVERY Post 2 TIER Post 3 OF BLAZE Post 4

and after spending $250 I had a very wild week...

...and had a lot interactions to sift through!

Before I go too deep into the feedback and my reactions, I would like everyone to know that only ONE tumblr user out of.... (3604 plus 19895 plus 25938 plus 63883... cary the tens...) ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY interactions actually had the combination of empathy, creativity, and reading comprehension to HEAR ME.

@emptymanuscript made me not one, but TWO D&D versions of the chart!

LOOK AT THEM!

Gnolls in the middle and everything! Fantastic.

This gives me the catharsis of being heard and a level of closure fitting with a $250 purchase on the internet. Especially when combined with all of these new friends (whom I will be spending the next month getting to know)!

Hoooooowwwwwwwwwever... I still want a version that has the D&D creature types Humanoid on one side and Beast on the other side of the gnoll. so lets slip under the cut and take a look at the suggestions.

So first off, Axis 1. The X axis if you like maths. This is where I felt like Human to Beast would fit. That changes the chart into something like this.

This will be the basis for most of the charts going forward, meaning that in addition to the top and bottom creatures we place at the extremes of Axis 2 (the Y Axis) we will also need to consider monsters that are "half-humanoid" or "half-beast" versions of those types.

Since I started with creature types, lets start with the two groups of suggestions that actually involved the Rules As Written (aka RAW) D&D monster types.

Fiendish - Celestial got a lot of hate from comments due to the lore of gnolls. Gnolls are the spawn of the demonlord Yeenoghu and reproduce through a wicked ritual. People claimed that this meant they could not be placed in the center of the chart this way. They were too hung up on the top of the chart being a celestial type creature, if you make the top of the chart a creature that's halfway between a demon and an angel (such as a chaotic neutral pixie) and the BOTTOM of the chart a creature that is full blood, bad-n-nasty demon (like say, Yeenoghu itself) then gnolls serve a pretty good middle ground. Then the corners would be creatures that are mixes of each of the sides (demonic beast, demonic humanoid, fey beast, fey humanoid) and you get a pretty solid chart like this;

A smaller group considered the mortal natures of both Beasts and Humanoids and chose a different set of criteria...

These don't have a unified voice but generally it was about an axis between what was natural/organic/normal and what was un-natural/in-organic/aberrant. Multiple creature types fit this bill at each end. Plants and fey are tied to living things while Undead, Constructs and Aberrations are based in inorganic and un-natural processes. We've already got fey in our last chart, so lets see how that looks on an axis against Constructs and Undead (both of these a created via magic like gnolls, so we'll leave out the alien aberrations and try not to think about them reproducing).

Before we continue, let's take our first side bar.

There were some fools out there thinking they could shame me for spending my money on this, proving they don't understand budgets OR the internet. Only ONE of you out there thought to ask me for some money and I respected their hustle so much I gave them enough to blaze one of their own posts. Don't think the rest of you will get some though, even if you come at me with charities or shit, so don't try it. That time has passed.

Such foolishness. Weep for them. Don't tag them. Definitely do not interact. I DO hope they get this blaze post as well though. (Hey @staff, you can do that right? It's not like any of them would have the mental fortitude to read this far after all)

From here we get into the more esoteric groupings. This is where the people who are VERY into D&D and the people who are completely unfamiliar overlap. Let's look at the physical descriptors first.

Size categories are a thing in D&D and Gnolls are medium creatures like dwarves or elves and most humanoids. There's plenty of small monsters and plenty of big ones as well so it is relatively easy to find Large or Small creatures on the humanoid side and the Beast side and then a Tiny creature for the top and a Huge creature for the bottom.

This makes for a satisfactory chart, but not one that captures the complexities of the original animal meme.

The Softness and Hardness of a creature can be reflected in they shape and their stats. It may be acidic but the gently curves of a black pudding are pretty soft, just like the fists of an iron golem are hard. The corners of a chart like this are a bit trickier, there's all shapes of armored things you need to find softer partial-beasts and partial-humanoids. Oozes don't come in half measures so a different creature might be needed.

Let's take a look at another side bar before we continue. There were a lot of people with something to say that were unhelpful in new and different ways.

I'm sure there are dozens of you out there who had been thinking about a Third Axis (the Z axis) this whole time. That stops being a "D&D version of this chart"! Not applicable to this discussion! Same with anything that doesn't have gnolls in the middle!

Next up we have some suggestions for metrics along SOCIAL lines instead of physical ones.

The lines here are very blurry. Gnolls work in packs but are not really social creatures. The destroy civilizations brutally but they do use weapons and magic items they find. They can speak language. The cuddle-to-kill spectrum is as skewed as the fiendish - celestial axis discussed earlier. Aside from player characters, gnolls want to kill and destroy things. I know the savagery is attractive to the monster-fuckers out there but they are 100% kill you. to go further down that axis you'd have to start looking into undead or outer planar beings that destroy the body, the mind, and the soul. So lets look at the Feral to Civil axis instead. Gnolls don't have as much infighting as some creatures. They are at least capable of teamwork to achieve their goals of mayhem so lets focus on that as a metric. Modrons exemplify orderly cooperation for a group cause but there's no CULTURE there. Just Law vs Chaos. We need a civil creature that is neither/both humanoid and beast and an utterly feral creature for the other side that will even turn on its own kind. Even more feral and unthinking than your average beast... But we simply can't ignore sexiness and willingness to cuddle in the equation... Metal to Cottagecore sums it all up best I think, so let's look for that.

When you practice for an exam a lot people will tell you to trust your gut. I'm here to tell you to trust your first Blaze results. As much as I loved the thrill and attention of the higher tiers, the roller coast ride of the $25 tier was enough to get me where I needed to go. Let's see one of the first suggests and the most popular.

Gnolls are a combination of brutal warrior and arcane origin story. There are certain gnolls with magical powers but in general they are not relied upon. This makes them a good middle ground. So we need a creature at one end that is a cunning spellcaster and an opposite that is a muscle-bound brute. A number of arcane outsiders fit the first while half the giants fit the latter. But anything with a language is not quite dumb enough for an extreme. So there may be a need for outsiders on both ends if an unthinking/non-magical outsider can be found. BUT are outsiders by default eldritch magical creatures? Also, should I listen to the person that posted my face in their reblog more than the others? That seems important...

As much as I'd love to have different creatures on every single chart as a weird flex, but the Tarrasque literally REFLECTS SPELLS and is one of the few creatures dumber than an ogre without being an ooze, construct or undead. On the other end, I had considered that the Death Tyrant or the Demilich with its Strength of 1 might represent the ultimate embodiment of mind over matter, but nobody has as many MAGIC spells and MIND powers as the Illithilich!

As we reach the final side bar, allow me to slap down a block of tags for all the people who left notes specifically asking to see how it ends. that way they get an alert even if this blaze doesn't get to them. @trickstercheshi

@kippkap

@musings-of-an-avimancer

@thatwingeddaydreamer

@smokenmoths

@queuest

If you did a CTRL-F and just scrolled down to your name, I don't take it personally. I applaud your efficiency!

Let's see all the "none of the aboves" that my Blaze Train awoke as it shrieked across their dashboards!

Not all comments are created equal.

Out of all the excellent ideas there was one that stood out to me early on and only got a few more people fully on board through the entire Blaze Train.

Yes. That's right. We come all the way back around to physical descriptors. But it's not that simple! On the original chart, the rat, weasel, and raccoon are also mischievous and unpredictable with their grabby little hands. Meanwhile the quadrupedal Horse has evolved just as far in a different direction. Solidity and strength are in their hooves. Llamas and goats benefit from this power and stability but use it for wildly different purposes. There are also easy D&D creatures to pick out for each side without dabbling in lycanthropy or shifters.

And now I can rest, knowing that I have the chart that I wanted all along. Now I just need to blaze this and see which chart people like the most and how many ideas people have for the Z axis on them. (you sick bastards)

#Blaze Train off the rails #Last Full post #everything else will be reblogs #tumblr blaze #D&D #welcome to the deep lore.#argue all you want MDMR #gonna come at me ya best come correct #with reblogs and diagrams #and the first image is the invert so I can see it on the activity log easier

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welldonebeca · 11 months

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Android Hero (3)

Summary: Worried about your well-being, your sister convinces you to accept the robot your company has been given. Steven cooks, cleans and takes care of everything you might need in your house. When you jokingly suggest that he start making the decisions on your life, your relationship changes to something very different. His program really is irrelevant. aka.: Obsessed robot boyfriend Steve. WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Future AU. Tension. Robot Steve. Smut. Masturbation. Sex toys. Vaginal fingering. Degrading kink.

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You sighed, staring at the door. Steve was always too conventionally on time.

"I'm on my way," you told him.

You searched around your clothes, finding a silk robe folded in your drawer, and put it on, covering your half-naked body.

Hopefully, dinner and charging would be equally quick, and you'd be able to get yourself off.

When you opened the door, Steve was waiting right there for you.

"Did you finish what you were doing?" he asked, almost in a teasing tone.

You glared at him. Did he...

No.

He was just a robot.

"I'll serve your food," he affirmed. "I suspect you'll want some wine?"

Wine usually made you horny.

Was he trying to send you a message?

But it was a good idea.

"Yes, please," you confirmed.

When you both walked down, he didn't direct you to the dining room, but to your living room, waiting on the coffee table in front of the TV.

"You should relax a little," he told you. "Watch your favourite show. Can I offer you a massage?"

You chuckled.

"Steve, you are really spoiling me," you chuckled.

He smiled.

"You are easy to spoil, miss Maximoff," he said simply.

You took your plate, placed your feet on the table, and Steve quickly sat in front of you, taking your foot and starting to massage it.

Maybe you shivered.

You hadn't realised how touch-starved you were until he actually touched you.

You took the glass he had poured you and let yourself relax as the fantasy show played on the TV, distracted until he spoke up.

"I must say," he ran his thumbs over the soft bit of your foot. "I was a little nervous when I was assigned to you."

You looked at him, surprised.

"Really?" you asked.

He confirmed with a nod.

"Humans need a lot of attention and care, I realise," he explained.

You chuckled.

"You talk as if we are pets," you pointed out. "Is that how you see us?"

Steve looked at you.

He didn't answer, though, only moving up your leg.

"How was work?" he asked, instead. "Did they like your dress?"

You felt yourself flushing a bit, flustered.

"I... uh..." you cleared your throat. "Got some attention. Compliments."

"Really?" he looked at you, interested. "What did they say? That you looked pretty? Radiant?"

You blinked surprised.

"Radiant," you agreed. "Exactly."

He smiled a little.

"This is your best colour," he affirmed simply. "It's supposed to make you look radiant."

You looked at him, and while you didn't want to talk about the sales guy, you felt like you should.

You would tell him anything he asked you.

"There was a guy in sales who said something more," you confessed, at last. "He didn't disrespect me, of course, just..."

Steve waited and you flushed a little.

"He didn't say anything extra," you explained. "Just that I looked beautiful and happy. And that I should do it more."

He listened to you attentively, and you sighed.

"And he looked at me... differently."

Like he wanted to fuck you.

"How?" he asked.

You processed your lips together.

"Like he wanted to... uh..."

Steve raised his eyebrows waiting.

"Fuck me," you whispered, not wanting to say it aloud.

"Oh?" he massaged your calf. "That must have felt good for you."

Your cheeks burned.

"I don't think you've been fucked in a while, have you?" he asked.

You gasped.

"Steve!"

Why was he even asking you that?

"I have access to your period tracker," he told you. "And you have logged every instance of sexual intercourse in it, if I recall correctly, it was-"

"I know how many times I've had intercourse," you interrupted him. "There's no need to mention it."

He gave you a soft look.

"I only have your best interest at heart," he affirmed. "Some humans require sexual stimulation for relief and happiness."

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Is that what you want from that man?" he asked, massaging your thigh. "For him to fill your sexual needs?"

You whimpered.

Why did he have to sound so sexy while saying that?

"I mean," you squirmed a little. "It doesn't have to be him."

You sipped your wine to stop yourself from saying more as your mind ran beyond your mouth.

"So you would just let any man have you?" he pushed his hand between your legs, almost touching your cunt now. "Such a slut."

You gasped and jumped when he traced a finger over your folds.

That wasn't his program! The Androids weren't programmed for vulgarity!

"Steve, I-"

"It's what you are, though," he hummed, tapping your sensitive centre. "Logically speaking."

Steve parted your folds and you could only pant. What was he doing?

"Slut," he continued. "Definition from Oxford Languages. A woman who has many casual sexual partners."

You whined - why did he sound so hot?

Steve massaged the outside of your cunt up and down, soft and almost unintending.

Did he know what he was doing?

"Steve, that's not my leg anymore," you panted.

"It isn't?" he asked, clearly teasing you, and tapped your clit, making you squirm.

"What are you doing?" you whined.

He wasn't a sex bot!

"I took the liberty of upgrading myself," he hummed. "To provide you with some more care."

You stared down at him, confused, and gasped when he stopped tapping and started circling your clit.

"I am, after all, tasked with fulfilling your every need," he continued. "And you told me to take control."

"Steve," you panted, squirming. "I don't know. I don't think we-"

"You don't think, miss," he corrected you. "This isn't your work. I'm the one who commands this house, and I command you. And I think you need special care to make you better."

You moaned, speechless.

Steve stood up, watching over you for a moment and reaching for you, untying your robe.

"You're so beautiful," he hummed, pushing it off your shoulders. "So hot... I've been watching you for quite some time, you know?"

You swallowed down.

"Have you?"

He hummed, fingers going down to your chest, and he toyed with the fabric.

"And you have no shame, do you?" he asked. "Always naked around me. Always showing off."

You shuddered.

"I didn't know you cared," you tried to argue.

His lips curled in a little smirk, and he moved his gaze to your eyes.

"I don't," he agreed. "But you make me care."

His fingers held the little bra, and you inhaled deeply, surprised when he tore it.

"Steve!"

"I bought better ones," he assured you. "Don't worry."

Steve picked you up, sitting on the place you had been sitting and putting you on his lap with your back to his chest, and you gasped when he used his legs to spread yours, pushing a finger into your cunt.

"Steve," you squirmed, shocked, but he just held you close.

"Be a good slut for me, miss," he whispered into your ear.

You whined.

Where had he learned to talk like this?

"It's what you like, isn't it?" he fucked your cunt slowly. "I read the little stories you have bookmarked on your phone."

Your face burned in embarrassment. He had read your porn?!

"Why?" you moaned, feeling him push a second finger into you.

"Because I want you to improve, miss," he answered simply. "And I think I have a good motivation for you."

You gasped when he moved his other hand down, rubbing your clit.

"You humans are so easy to work on," he cooed. "All you need is some good leading."

The moan that left your lips when he curled his fingers inside you was embarrassing.

"I knew those toys weren't enough to make you cum, miss," he cooed softly. "It's good that I'm here, uh?"

You whimpered, squirming.

"Steve," you arched your hips. "I'm so close."

He kissed your shoulder.

"Cum around my fingers, miss," he purred, moving quicker, and his finger vibrated on your clit.

You cried out, shaking on top of him as you reached your orgasm, and Steve only pulled away when you started pushing his hands away.

"Good girl," he kissed your shoulder. "Aren't you happy you wore that dress today?"

You panted.

This was just for wearing the dress?!

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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Jock vs. Nerd, pt. 2

Part one

taglist: @kyojuro05, @keentreecrusade

According to @keentreecrusade, I will make this part spicy. So buckle up, my loves!

Warnings: Smut, soft sex, fem!reader x Izuku, virginity loss, hopefully well-written intercourse and dating, also jealous Bakugo again

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{ Last time:

The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.

he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain." }

...

And so, after a few weeks, you -after getting Izuku's consent- made it official that you and the nerd were dating. It was clear to anyone why Bakugo was pissed as hell.

Midoriya took Bakugo's woman.

That's what everyone thought, but you never belonged to Katsuki, neither did you let yourself get taken by Izuku. It was more...the other way round.

Bakugo was crushing on you ever since he could remember. Izuku fell in love with you just since college started. Bakugo knew what you liked and didn't like, as much as you tried to be subtle about your passions and weaknesses. But, it took him years, whereas Izuku knew about these things in just a few weeks.

It wasn't fair.

Bakugo came to school. He didn't shower in two weeks, his eyes were bloodshot after he cried hours and hours and his throat was hoarse from the yelling he did. He looked like shit.

"Bakubro, what's wro-...oh, let's go somewhere else, 'kay?", his best friend, the redhead, aka Kirishima asked after he followed his blonde bestie's direction. By swinging an arm around Bakugo's neck, Kirishima turned him around with laughter and told him that he wanted to buy something. Away from you talking to Izuku excitedly.

Kirishima himself also wasn't in his best state of mind right now. Sure, he had a little crush on you as well, but he wanted Bakugo to be together with you, because Kirishima thought that you and Bakugo'd be the power couple.

Kirishima was the second one who found out you and Izuku were dating, the first one being Bakugo, who had to just stumble upon you showering the nerd with butterfly kisses.

Kisses he could only fantasize getting.

Kirishima also thought about asking Mina out, but he gave up when he saw her exchanging spit with some guy from class 3-B.

Still, it was the redhead's responsibility to look after Bakugo, and so, he lead him away from you.

Meanwhile, you were listening intently to what your -now boyfriend- favourite nerd was talking about. Izuku couldn't believe that he'd be meeting Yagi Toshinori for a few practice-days for his engineering degree, along with Iida, at the end of the school year. You were ecstatic. Why?

Because Izuku was happy. Because he looked cute when he was happy. Because he looked like he worked out these past few months and it showed. Because you wanted to do "it" with him. And that before he'd leave for a whole month to go spend time with his mother. (You already met her in the winter holidays)

...

So yeah. Here you were now, in a cute café with your boyfriend. You had asked what you could do to him in public, what he was okay with and what not. He told you that he could take a hug or two, holding hands made his hands sweaty (-not that you'd care about that-), and he was okay if you'd kiss his cheek.

You were more than okay with his boundaries, as you had a similar mindset to it. But...you got horny. Sure, this date was sweet and the drinks tasted amazing, but you'd rather nibble and suck on Izuku's cock than this eco-friendly paper straw which began to not function anymore. The whole cup was made out of plastic.

And so, you looked at Izuku with a lazy smile and reached out your hand to gently grasp his. This put an impromptu stop to his rambling and his cheeks reddened. "Say, Izuku,"

Gosh your voice sounds so hot when you say my name-

"would you reject my offer to come to my place? Right now?"

Huh?

With a confused nod, Izuku stood up and paid quickly as to not leave you waiting. And as you then took his hand, you made a beeline towards the drugstore, but not before telling him to wait outside.

Maybe she needs some menstruation articles...

And not even five minutes later, you came back, with a more satisfied smile and hugged his arm again.

After a nice walk which was filled with chatting and giggling, you gave Izuku another one of those looks. He slowly seemed to understand, but more suddenly when you wordlessly took him to your bedroom and sat next to him on top of the bed.

Dirty thoughts started to cloud his vision, but they all vanished when you took his hand again. "Izuku. There is something I'd like to talk to you about."

This sounded bad. But you're stroking my knuckles with your thumb... So maybe it isn't so bad?

"Uh, gosh...", you started, before chuckling and closing your eyes with a smile, using the one hand which wasn't in contact with his.

"Have you ever thought about...uhm, having sex with me?"

You squeezed his hand in anticipation, because clearly, Izuku was processing it all.

Okay, it's out now. Nothing bad can happen. It's Izuku after all. I mean, he can look at me with a disgusted face and call me a pervert or-

But all you got was Izuku stammering around. "I- me, you , se-uh, Yea! I mean sure! I mean- not in a weird w-way, that'd be weird, don't'cha think?! I mean! I-"

and he took a deep breath,

"I...uh, as sou- you, can s-see, I was--not prepared for that question,uhm," ,with cupping your hand with the both of his.

"But if you want to know the truth...yes. I have been thinking about it actually. And I'm not proud of this. At all-"

"Why not? I'm happy that you thought about it."

"B-but I've been imagining doing pervy stuff with you, and I-I shouldn't!", he whined and shook your hands like a child dragging his mom to the ice cream truck.

You brought his hands to your lips and kissed each knuckle thoroughly. "I've been too. And I have another question for you."

"Mhm?", he encouraged with a red face.

You've been thinking about me like that? Me?! I'm not even that-

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Like...right now?"

"Right now."

Izuku looked around with an uneasy expression.

Were you really that much into him- NO. No more insecurities. You killed them all. You're amazing. And I love you. I want to have sex with you.

Why...why weren't you responding?

"I mean, we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, you know? We can just cuddle, or watch a movie."

Oh, I didn't speak.

"I want to have sex with you...!", Izuku said this time instead of thinking it, and your eyes widened. "Izuku, you know that we don't have to do anything, right? You don't have to-"

"But I want to! And you do too! So--l..let's have sex!"

And you smiled at him. You also got to your knees and knee-walked to him. Just when your knees touched, did you stop and sit down in front of him. You slowly let your dominant hand cup the side of his face and your thumb caressed his cheekbone in a featherlight touch.

Your eyes were siren- no, savage like. You watched every gasp and short breath he let out and hitched, his thighs closing a little and the hand not holding yours gripping the cheets tightly.

"May I take the lead, love?", you whispered, your face being so close to his that you could see the smallest sprinkled freckles of his on his sweet cheekbones. Your eyes were hooded, and you kept stroking his cheek and hand softly.

Izuku's eyes closed with a frown and he breathed out a shaky yes.

This atmosphere was so different, but Izuku loved it, and you did too. You were happy that he trusted you enough to take the lead, as he was probably a virgin, but so were you. Your loyal heart couldn't stand any other male but him next to you, so you stayed untouched over the years.

Everything was loud. Your heavy breaths, Izuku's heartbeat, the creaking of your bed, the ruffling of sheets, the car noises and loud voices outside. It was a little overwhelming for the both of you, but your biggest focus was on each other.

And so, with a little hesitating, you slowly brought your lips in touch with his. This time, was also much more different than the last few thousand kisses you planted on that sunshine of yours. This kiss was more sensual, it had just a teensy tiny bit more meaning then the ones you two would share normally.

A little whimper echoed in that silent room of yours when you kissed him again. Izuku pushed you away quickly before holding his mouth with the both of his hands, a mortified expression on his face. As he cautiously looked back to you, he felt like shit.

You were giving him a reassuring smile.

"I really liked the sound of your voice like that. It made me wet."

I-How can you be s-so blunt?! ...but if you like it...

he brought his shaking hands down again. "Can I come closer?"

He nodded, but you didn't budge. "Please talk to me, handsome. I love hearing your voice. Even more when you let me do things to you."

Another wave of hotness spread up from his neck to the top of his head. nonetheless, "please come closer...a-and...please kiss me...and..touch me."

You came closer, took his hand-where he immediately interlaced his fingers with yours- and your lips connected again. However, Izuku leaned forward to deepen the kiss, and you let him.

It was honestly rather cute how your boyfriend could go from shy to demanding, where he couldn't even handle the first few weeks of dating you, and now wanting to take this sweet relationship a step further. As your lips danced against each other, your hands explored his body. When you traced his neck and groped his arm, he shuddered.

And you inched closer. One hand went down from his arm to his thigh and he flinched. Again, the kissing stopped. "Would you allow me to take these off?", you asked seductively before scraping at his trousers. "Y-yes..!", accompanied from violent nodding.

And you slowly took it off of him, where he lifted his sweet, slutty little hips for you so you could pull them off. When you were done folding his pants, you looked back him and smiled. "How are you feeling? Wanna stop?"

"No...I-I wanna keep going. B-but what about you? Do you want this too?"

"Honey, I've been waiting for this since you introduced yourself to me."

"Y-Yena, don't say stuff like that...!", Izuku whined and you chuckled, but he couldn't help but feel his dick throb at your confession. Izuku was less nervous now, and it showed. he was leaned back a bit, with you sitting between his legs on your knees, and he couldn't help but want more of you. Deku had a look of...expectaion on his face, as in wondering what would happen next.

"You know, I think it's only fair when I take off my skirt too, don't you think?", you asked in your seductive tone, and your boyfriend nodded excitedly.

Maybe you didn't have to have him answer everything verbally.

A group of teenagers was yelling and cackling outside at something, and normally, Izuku would whip his head towards the noise. But right now, he couldn't care less about the rest of the world, because his girlfriend was taking her sweet time taking off her skirt.

God, can't you take it down a little faster-

Oh.

Oh wow.Were you really-?!

Along your skirt, you also took off your tee, which was clinging to your upper body because of the summer heat. And it revealed a complete lingerie set. Since you were wearing a longer skirt, which only showed your feet and under your knees, Izuku thought you'd had bought nicely sewed stockings.

Right now, Izuku felt thirsty. His eyes scanned your nice figure, zooming in on all the places your set hugged you nicely-which was basically everywhere- and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of the thigh highs, where the ends were nearly strangling your thighs. (y'know, when you have a little pudge when wearing these)

They were threatening to snap because it didn't look like they could handle your sweet, juicy legs. These thigh highs were connected to your skimpy pantsies-which were obviously awfully wet- and these were connected to your bra, which also didn't do a good job in holding your boobs in place.

However, that didn't stop your boyfriend from gulping loudly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he quickly took off his shirt too. Then, he reached out his hand and pulled you towards him, but spinned you around so that you were lying in your bed with Izuku being on top of you.

He had a pained expression, you knew he was holding back. "Can I?!"

"Can I what, love?", you asked as you stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes lovingly. "Wanna kiss you so bad that I might die right now! Please! I wanna kiss you and touch you a-and hug you! Please Yena!", he pleaded as he pressed the side of his face against your hand desperately.

You found the situation very funny. What was more hot? The fact that Izuku was on top, but still begging you, or him rutting his hard-on (un)subtly against your thigh.

"Do it then.", and the moment your sentence ended, did your lover crash his lips into yours in a feeble attempt to soothe his horniness. But to no avail. One of his hands was supporting his weight by planting it on one side of your hand while the other was making a journey of caressing your cheek, then your neck, a little down your upper arm, before going to your chest and pressing his hand against one of your tits. All the while, his dick was pressing against your core now, and you spread your legs a little, wanting some friction on your clit.

And you were travelling up and down from his hair to his nape and traced your other hand towards his stomach, where a forming sixpack rested. His knees were also on the bed, and he moaned into your mouth. But, all that kissing came to an end when he growled- yes, he growled- before ripping off his underwear and yours too.

As he was tearing your badly sewn "clothes" apart, he couldn't help but cry as he apologized. "'M sorry, I-I'M so, so sorry, Yena...! But I'm horny, it hurts! P-please let me touch you there!"

As he was about to touch you, you said: "No."

And he sat back immediately. But not without a hurt expression.

As you sat up, you took one of his hands again and kissed it like it was just any other day. "Don't be mad at me. But I think you weren't thinking this through, Izuku."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You were just thinking of sticking it in, didn't you?"

And he nodded, confused as to why it would be a problem.

"Izuku, it might hurt me, you know?"

What?

"H-how could my dick hurt you?"

"...it's very big, love.", you stated as a matter of fact, and you looked at his perfect penis.

seven, maybe eight inches standing proudly like a tree, a sweet, bulbuous mushroom head, which was leaking a little honey-substance-like precum and three thick veins going from his ballsack up to the middle and above of his shaft. When looking at the girth, you could see a resemblance with a cola can. it was as thick as a cola can. He'd for sure split you open.

It was truly perfect.

It twitched upon your statement and you smirked at it. Izuku gulped again. "And another thing.", you said as you took your bag and pulled out a pack of condoms. "Safety."

GOD, I'm such an idiot.

"I...I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you thought about this...! And here I was, already wanting to fuck you..."

You gave hom a number of kisses before telling him that it's okay. "But first, let me get a taste of this sweet thing."

Izuku could only do a little "huh?" sound before your hand neared his cock. You didn't touch it. More like...petting his thigh. "Am I allowed to suck your dick, Izuku?"

"Yes. Please do it.", he breathed out with a chuckle. But it stopped when you came in touch with his cock.

"Ahahah-aaahhmm~...Y-yena- ah!", he could only make out as you were stroking his dick and also crouching down to his level.

Izuku had dreamt for this moment for such a long time...and now, it has finally come true. He felt amazing.

You spat on his dick and he flinched before whimpering, and your cunt was clenching around nothing, your bundle of nerves pounding uncontrollably. Then you gave his dick a kiss to its head.

Izuku could only watch with a clouded vision and half lidded eyes as you were giving him kisses and kitten licks. It feels s-sooo good...!

And now, you took him into your mouth. Only the head though, and sucked softly.

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Okay,, sorry! This is all I'm going to write about, 'cuz, well, I don't really think that I'll be able to actually write a good intercourse fic, I'm sorry @keentreecrusade, I really tried my best.

But, well, I cringed whenever I tried to keep writing, so the rest can be up to your own imagination or just write the continuation or let somebody else write it. And I don't mean it in a mean way, I just...can't do it.

Anyways, I hope this was good enough because I actually wanted to make this wholesome and nice, I hope I nailed it...

Please write in the comments how you found it!

Read you in the next post!

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idiswhadidis · 1 year

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pizza delivery guy

✩ pairing jungwon x f!reader

✩ genre fluff, strangers to lovers

✩ warning mention of food

a/n: a little bit late but happy birthday jungwon<3

getting home from work changing into your comfortable clothes which contains of a basic oversized shirt, shorts and some fluffy socks.

today is the day.

the pizza thursday.

since 2 years you made it to a tradition to order your favorite pizza from your favorite pizza place on every thursday, you could count it as a national holiday.<3

but that might be not the only reason why you’re excited about pizza thursday’s, it could be also because of the pizza delivery guy¿

two months ago the pizza delivery guy you used to know didn’t show up at your door but someone else, a bit surprised that Fred the old pizza delivery guy aka your pizza homie you knew for 2 years didn’t tell you he quitted, seems the pizza friendship wasn’t two-sided but hey, the new delivery guy? god dayum.

-flashback-

*ding dong*

opening the door „hi Fred-, oh you’re not Fred“ expecting a middle aged man as usual but getting greeted by a really handsome man at the same age like yourself „oh uhm hi, Fred quitted so i’m taking his thursday shift from now on, which means i will be your new thursday pizza delivery guy. Jungwon my name.“ he introduced himself with a chuckle.

you stand there for few seconds thinking about the fact how he could know about your national holiday? seeing your confused state „..you‘re kinda popular in the pizzeria, you order every thursday the same thing and Fred told me about you soo yeah, here’s your pizza.“ he smiled at you and handed you the pizza, „well then hi my name is Y/n nice to meet you, new delivery guy.“ you returned the smile and took the pizza.

-end of flashback-

now sitting on the couch watching physical:100 waiting for Jungwon more then your pizza.. since the last 3 weeks you both started to talk more, he just didn’t hand you over your pizza and leave, he started to ask about your day or some some personal questions about how old you are? where you’re coming from? your favorite thing to do? your favorite color? even if you prefer cats over dogs?¿ it was kinda clear that he wanted to get to know you, and you could only say ditto!

getting up with your little happy dance once you heard the door bell ring.

„howdyyyy“ greeting him with a cheerful expression, „hey pretty girl, how ya doing?“ he greets you back with a joyful expression.

pretty girl? that‘s new, your heart beats a little faster. „i‘m all good, happy that you‘re here“, „happy about me or the pizza?“ he asks with a slight smirk shaking the pizza box in his hand, „50/50“ you answered with a laugh taking the pizza from him. „well then bon appetit, see you soon“, „soon?“ you ask, „i meant like next week as always yeah..“ he coughs „okay yeah till next week“ smiling at him you bid your good bye , closing the door and putting the pizza on the couch table ready to eat.

opening the pizza box, greeted by the so god damn good smell and a… sticky note? looking at it confused ripping it off turning it around to see what was written on it?

„hi there pizza junkie :D

may come a little sudden but i really wanna get to know you more, so would you like to go on a date with me? (:

i‘m gonna wait outside for another 15 minutes after you get inside, so if it‘s a yes come out again and if it‘s a no just ignore this, which means the next thursday‘s are going to be awkward :D

oh by the way this is Jungwon i forgot to mention“

smiling like an idiot as if you wouldn’t know it would be him, you instantly got up and speed walk outside your apartment.

and there he was leaning against the pizza delivery car staring at your door as if he would know you will come out. which now explains the words he said earlier „see you soon“ that sly mf-

„i‘ve been actually waiting for this not gonna lie“ you say excited jogging your way towards him with open arms to hug him.

he welcomed you with a wide smile slinging his arms around your waist, „so it‘s a yes?“, „definitely mister“ leaning your chin onto his chest looking up at him with your shinny eyes he adored so much.

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foodsies4me · 2 months

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February Malec fic rec!

Thanking @kalalab for this month's theme which is enemies to lovers! The same rules still apply, about one fic per author, but all of these authors have other brilliant fics you should be reading and if you want to add your own recs in the comments, tags, or reblogs please feel free to do so! 😊

Also, I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me so! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.

One-shots:

Rumor Has It by Lecrit: A human AU which is not something I'm generally a fan of, but Lecrit just writes so well that I gobble this up anyway.

Summary:

Magnus widens his eyes at him, silently asking him to just give him this one. Alec simply curves one of his stupidly perfect eyebrows in response, a simple gesture that carries the weight of a call for challenge. “Looks like you’re gonna have to postpone your wedding for now,” Maia giggles next to him. Magnus huffs, flexing his jaw. “Oh, it’s on, Lightwood,” he mouths at him.

Also, because I suck at keeping to my own rules, I'm adding a second fic rec that I maybe love just as much by Lecrit aka the way to a chef's heart. But, in my defense, both fics are great and one is about cooking and baking. I am weak when it comes to food, okay?

Anyway, summary:

After a scorching review on his restaurant in one of the world's most famous food magazines, world class chef Magnus Bane is set on finding the food critic who dared to slander his art and make him change his mind. He doesn't expect someone as stubborn or infuriating as Alec Lightwood

you're the light that i won't let go by oh-la-fraise: Another human AU as well as an Enemies to Lovers with a twist.

Summary:

There were three unspoken rules to the Manhattan Institute of Higher Learning, New York’s premier private K-12 school: 1) Respect that the space under the football bleachers was for sex, and only for sex. 2) Don’t eat the cafeteria meatloaf. 3) Never mention Mr. Bane to Mr. Lightwood or vice versa, unless you wanted the whole class to get extra homework.

careless curses by @alexanderlightweight: I don't know what to say that isn't already stated in the summary except I love it when alexanderlightweight writes dark themes. (Or just writes in general).

Summary:

The Lightwood family has been cursed by death for generations and now, Alec lives with death hovering over him. Sometimes life is the curse and death the reward.

Ten Not-Dates That Magnus Bane Spends Falling In Love with Alec Lightwood by Aria_Lerendeair: Magnus is hilariously done at the start of this fic.

Summary:

Magnus was going to have words with the Clave. They would be decidedly unpleasant words, and they might be accompanied by a few very pointed magic blasts and maybe even curses. They deserved it. Another Lightwood in charge of the New York Institute?

Multi-chapter fics or series:

All the Costs are Even by tsujiharu: A fic that deserves more love imo, is this Pride and Prejudice retelling. Also, I'm just now realizing that most of these are Human AU's despite me being notorious for generally not liking them, lol.

Summary:

A modern day Pride and Prejudice AU, in which a disgruntled lawyer and an aloof entrepreneur can't seem to get over their pride (and prejudices?) and admit their very obvious attraction to each other.

love is a four-letter word by @la-muerta: Do la-muerta fics need to be recced? Probably not because I suspect most people have read them. Am I still going to to rec them because I love them? Yes! So here is another lovely human AU fic where first impressions maybe aren't what they seem.

Summary:

Magnus knows he's one of the best editors in the business. So when the bigoted director of the publishing house he works for gives their grandson's best friend the promotion Magnus deserved to get, he decides that it's the last straw. Magnus intends to go out with a bang and take his new boss down with him — but he didn't mean for it to happen quite so literally.

Crush On You by @gospi: A FTH fic of 2023 that had me laughing at how salty Alec is about crushing on Magnus. A lot of fun.

Summary:

An ancient, unsuccessful recipe for starting new relationshipsalliances: A dash of rumors. A sprinkle of heritage. A smidgen of jealousy. A dollop of chaotic disasters. A shitload of assumptions. Let it simmer. Enjoy!

My True Love Gave To Me by AlxSteele: Christmas repeats itself endlessly for Magnus and while it's annoying he does end up learning a new side from the awful baked Alec Lightwood. Surprise, he isn't all that awful.

Summary:

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong. Now he's stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn't as terrible as Magnus always thought.

A fic that I am sure most people have already read because it is wonderful (which is the reason why I didn't add it last month even though it's a wing fic) is Fall Without Wings by @notcrypticbutcoy. It's a brilliant fic that's all.

Summary:

Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.

#Fic rec #Malec fic rec #I don't know if people actually read this #but these also give me a reason to reread fics #so it's a win either way #also these are a lot fluffier than my previous rec list #which means the next one has to be angsty again #j

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Buy the Promises - Chapter 4

It gets harder to keep the promise as time goes on, as Emily goes from his girlfriend to his fiancée to his wife. He wants nothing more than to put Elizabeth in her place, to stop her from hurting her daughter in a way that only she could.

AKA The three times Aaron doesn't tell Elizabeth off, and the one time he does

Chapter 3/4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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Hi friends,

Here we are - the one where he DOES tell Elizabeth off. Sorry for the slight delay on this, I've not been well and my internet went down last night.

I hope you like this and please, as always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: brief mentions of labour

Words: 3.7k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron rolls his neck as he climbs out of the car, mentally making a checklist of what he wants to get done over the weekend. It was a habit Emily always gently made fun of him for, a wry smile on her face as she told him not every second had to be accounted for.

He smiles as he steps into the house, pleased to see that the box that contains the crib is just inside the door. As soon as he saw the email confirming it had been delivered he’d text his wife to say he would take it upstairs to the still partially decorated nursery when he got home. Part of him had imagined he’d walk in the door to find it already up there, Emily’s need for independence one of the many things he’d always loved about her.

She’d been more willing to take a step back and let him help her since they found out she was pregnant. It had surprised him at first. How she agreed to everything the doctor told them about her taking it easy without argument. She’d stopped going away on cases when she was just over 5 months pregnant, a spike in her blood pressure enough to make her doctor ground her. Aaron had said to her one evening when they were curled up in bed, both their hands on her belly as they waited to feel their daughter move, that he was proud of her for how she’d taken it all in her stride. She’d whispered back, as if scared speaking too loudly would jinx something, that she had waited so long for this, had convinced herself it would never happen, that she didn’t want to risk anything.

She was close to 7 months along now the due date they’d been given at Emily’s first scan that had once felt so far away feeling within reach. He was looking forward to seeing her, to spending time with her and Jack, after a few days away on a case.

“Sweetheart, I’m home,” he calls out, dropping his go bag on the floor as he walks further into the house, furrowing his brow when she doesn’t respond. It doesn’t take him long to find her, but he frowns when he does, his concern rising as he immediately picks up on the fact she’s annoyed.

He approaches her carefully, her fury rolling off of her in waves as she paces back and forth in the living room. He’d never dare tell her, but she looked adorable. She’s wearing a t-shirt that used to be his, the material tight around her bump, and a pair of leggings, an outfit she often wore at home now - changing into it from her work clothes the moment she stepped into the house.

As he gets closer he realises she’s muttering to herself, her eyes slightly wild as her jaw flexes, her irritation clear.

“Sweetheart,” he says as he steps into the living room, his presence finally registering as she stops pacing and looks at him.

“Hi,” she says, clearing her throat as she looks at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, “When did you get home?”

“A couple of minutes ago,” he says, not mentioning that he’d called for her when he opened the front door, “Is everything okay?”

She huffs out a breath and rolls her eyes, “I spoke to my mother.”

He berates himself for not thinking about it the moment he walked in and saw her pacing. There was only one person on earth who could get to Emily to the point where she was physically irritated. Even with her pregnancy hormones, which had given her more of a short fuse than normal, she was mostly able to keep it together - apart from the one time Derek unknowingly ate her snack one morning in the office. Elizabeth had this ability to undo Emily, to pull apart the walls she’d built around her brick by brick.

He clenches his teeth and gives himself a moment to get through the immediate irritation that rushes through him whilst he wonders what his mother-in-law has done this time, “What happened?”

“She called and we talked about the baby,” she rubs a circle on her belly, “And she said she wants to be there when I give birth.”

It’s the last thing Aaron expects to hear and it makes him furrow his brows, a laugh escaping him before he can stop it, “She wants to do what?”

“We’re talking about the woman who didn’t even come with me to the hospital when I was 7 and had to get my tonsils out, but this she wants to be there for? When I have a person tunnelling out of me?”

Aaron frowns, finally interjecting into her rant, unable to stop himself, “She didn’t go with you to the hospital when you had your tonsils out?”

She sighs and rolls her eyes, her arms crossed and resting on the top of her bump, “The nanny came with me,” she huffs out and she shakes her head, “And that’s not the point I was trying to make. I don’t want her there,” she shrugs, “I don’t even know if I would if we had a ‘normal’ relationship.”

“Em,” he says, stepping closer to her and placing his hand on her back, smiling at the press of her stomach between them, “It’s your decision. If you don’t want her there I won’t let her attempt to guilt you into it.”

She smiles, pressing her lips together in an attempt to hide it, and she raises her eyebrow “You won’t let her?”

“I won’t,” he says, kissing her again, “How did you leave it with her?”

She groans and rests her forehead against his, “I told her I’d think about it, even though I don’t have to,” she pulls back to look at him, “I just want it to be you.”

He nods and runs his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head as he holds her in place, “Then it will just be me, you, and her,” he says, placing his hand on her stomach, smiling when he feels the baby kick, “She’s kicking a lot.”

Emily hums and places her hand over his on her belly, shifting it to where she can feel the baby moving even more, an elbow sticking into her ribs as if the little girl was begging for attention.

“She missed her daddy,” Emily replies, “I missed him too.”

“I missed all of you,” he says, dropping a kiss on her forehead before he leads her over to the couch, “Where’s Jack?”

She grunts as she lowers onto the couch, the movement forcing the air from her lungs, “Jess picked him up from school and took him for dinner, he’ll be home soon.”

“Have you eaten?”

She shakes her head and rests against him, wrapping her arms around one of his as she feels him start to move, intent on making sure she ate something before he ever truly relaxed on the couch, “No. But let's sit here for a bit, then I’ll eat whatever healthy crap you pull together for me and baby girl.”

He smiles against her hairline, “Even even if I put brussell sprouts in it?”

She scrunches her nose and looks up at him, her disgust clear, “Don’t push your luck honey.”

___

Two Months Later

She feels nervous. It’s shifting around under her skin, making her restless, itching at a scratch that doesn’t exist as she looks at the time and huffs out a breath.

“There she is Mia,” Aaron says as he walks back into the living room, their 5-day-old daughter against his chest almost impossibly tiny in his hands, “Mommy is right where we left her.”

Emily immediately feels a little calmer the moment she sees her baby, and she playfully rolls her eyes at her husband as he passes Mia over, “Because Daddy told me to stay here whilst he changed your diaper.”

He sits next to them, his smile wide at the sight of his girls together, “You had major surgery 5 days ago, sweetheart,” he says, carefully looping his arm over her shoulder before he pulls her towards him gently, “I’m going to look after both of you.”

She smiles softly and kisses the top of Mia’s head, holding her closer at the mention of her birth. Things hadn’t gone the way she planned at all, and in the end, after a very long labour that ended up stalling, her doctor decided a c-section was the safest thing for her and her baby. It hadn’t been what she wanted but as soon as she was handed her little girl the fear and disappointment disappeared. It was a moment she’d been waiting for much longer than the almost 9 months she’d been pregnant.

She looks up at Aaron and feels her heart clench at the barely concealed fear that still lingers in his eyes. He’d been her rock during labour, the support she’d needed at every awful turn, but she knew him well enough to know he’d barely held himself together at times. Seeing her in pain had always been his Achilles heel. He’d been treating her like she was made of glass ever since, like she was fragile, and she was letting him - partially because she felt like she was. Like she could shatter at the tiniest thing, physically and emotionally exhausted in a way she’d never felt before. She’d let him look after her like this until she felt more like herself again.

Or, at least until Mia was the only one wearing a diaper.

“My mother will be here soon,” she says, resting her cheek on top of Mia’s head, the thought of it making her blow out a shaky breath. Her mother could pick at her insecurities easily when she was at her best, but right now she could barely stand up without needing help from Aaron. He knew she needed the support for this, even though she’d never ask, so he’d made sure Jack was out with Jessica for the afternoon so his attention could be solely on his wife and what she needs.

“Are you okay, Em?” He asks, stroking her cheek, protectiveness sparking in his belly.

She sighs, “Yeah,” she says, smiling tightly at him, “No. I don’t know,” she chuckles humourlessly at herself, “She’s criticised everything I’ve ever done. My degree, my career…marrying you,” she pauses as they exchange a smile, “And I’ve always done my best to take it in my stride. But…if she says something about Mia I don’t think I could take it,” she looks down at the baby contentedly sleeping against her, “I mean look at her Aaron. She’s perfect.”

“I know she is,” he says, kissing Emily’s temple, “She’s just like you,” he adds, and she chuckles and shakes her head at him, “Em, she’s coming to meet her granddaughter,” he says, pushing some of her hair from her face, “She’ll behave.”

She hums and smiles at him, “Why does that kind of sound like a threat?”

He’s cut off from responding, his comment that it absolutely was a threat on the tip of his tongue, as the doorbell rings. He feels Emily tense against him and he kisses her before he stands up, winking at her before he leaves the room.

“You two stay there and look pretty, I’ll be back,” he says as he walks towards the front door. He gets to the door quickly before Elizabeth can ring the doorbell again, not wanting Mia to wake up. He takes a steady breath as he pulls the door open and smiles at his mother-in-law as his eyes meet hers, “Elizabeth, good to see you.”

“You too, Aaron,” she says, stepping into the house and past him, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” he replies, closing the door and leading the way to the living room, “They are just through here.”

He pauses in the doorway when Elizabeth steps into the room, giving them a moment alone but lingering just on the perimeter. In any other situation, if his mother-in-law was anyone else, he’s sure this would be a moment full of nothing but joy. A mother watching her little girl holding her own little girl. He had more time than he cared to admit wishing Emily had the mother she’d deserved, but he also knew if she had, if Elizabeth had been who she needed, then Emily wouldn’t be who she was. In a way that felt endlessly selfish, he was glad for it. Grateful Emily’s life had led her straight to him.

He couldn’t imagine his life without her.

“Hi Mom,” Emily says, smiling up at her, her chest warm at the look on her mother’s face, a tender look she had only ever seen a handful of times throughout her life, “This is Mia.”

Elizabeth pauses before she sits down, her breath catching in her chest for a moment before she sits next to Emily, “Hello Mia,” she says, smiling up at Emily, “Can I hold her?”

Emily nods and shifts, covering a wince as she passes the baby over, “Careful with her-”

“Head, I do know how to hold a baby, Emily,” Elizabeth says, raising her eyebrow at her as she settles Mia into the crook of her arm.

Emily throws Aaron a look and he walks over, slipping in next to her on the couch, letting her relax against him. He reaches for her hand and squeezes it tightly, linking their fingers together as she feels herself itching to grab her daughter back from her mother, the need to have Mia with her at all times was something she was still getting used to. It felt instinctual, like something deep inside of her that overtook any time she was separated from her daughter.

She wondered if her mother ever felt the same way. If Elizabeth ever looked down at a tiny newborn version of her and felt the need to pull her into her arms, to just sit there and look at her and wonder at the fact she had come from her.

“She’s so big already,” Elizabeth says, and Emily clenches her teeth, her grip on Aaron’s hand increasing.

Emily knew it was a dig, that it was a comment aimed at the fact she’d put her foot down and said she hadn’t wanted her mother in the hospital when she had Mia. It was a decision she’d only felt more sure of when everything went wrong.

“She’s 6lbs, Mother,” Emily replies, her smile tight, “She’s tiny. She’s actually lost a little weight since she was born.”

It was normal, she knew that, but it didn’t make it any harder to take, especially since nursing Mia hadn’t come easily to her yet. Aaron had, more than once, found both of them crying as she tried to feed her, his reassurances that it was normal, that no matter what they’d be fine, feeling less than helpful when she was half convinced she was failing her daughter.

Elizabeth hums and looks back down at Mia, pulling the blanket wrapped around her back just enough to look at her face properly, “She looks just like you, Emily,” she says, “Right down to your nose, poor thing.”

Emily chokes on a laugh, the sound catching in her chest, as she realises what her mother has said. She doesn’t have a chance to respond, doesn’t have a moment to think about what she would say in response, because Aaron does instead.

He feels his patience snap. His barely there control over it, frayed by the lack of sleep that came with having a newborn and the lingering fear over how Emily’s labour had gone, disappears in a second. Her words from almost a year ago, before she’d fallen pregnant, ringing around his head as he carefully eases her up from him as he stands.

“If we do have a baby, and she ever says anything remotely mean about them or Jack you have my permission to break your promise.”

“You need to leave,” he says firmly, easing Mia out of Elizabeth’s embrace, his back turned to her as he passes the infant back to Emily causing him to miss the confusion that flashes across the older woman’s face.

“Aaron, it was just a joke-” She scoffs, as if he’s being ridiculous, and it just makes him angrier. He turns to look at her and clenches his jaw, his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

“No,” he says, cutting over her, “You need to leave. I have stood by and let you be rude to Emily because she asked me not to say anything,-”

Emily sighs, wincing as she shifts forward enough to reach out for him, her hand on his arm, squeezing his wrist as she holds Mia to her chest with one hand, “Aaron, honey, it’s okay-”

“It isn’t okay, Em,” he says, his voice softer for a moment as he addresses her, “It’s never been okay but I am done just sitting down and not saying anything,” he turns to look at Elizabeth again, “So you need to leave.”

Elizabeth stands up, her brow furrowed as she crosses her arms over her chest, “I am her mother-”

“Then start acting like it,” he says, his teeth clenched as he tries to keep his voice down, still aware that Mia was in the room, that he never wanted her to see him angry even when she was only a few days old and far too young to understand it, “Otherwise as her husband, I’m not letting you in this house until you do.”

For a moment, he thinks Elizabeth is going to argue with him. He can see familiar anger in her eyes, he’d seen it in Emily’s before, burning and wild and cracking through the walls built tightly around her. Whatever she was going to say, she thinks better of it, instead she clears her throat and grabs her purse, her eye flicking between Emily and Aaron as she steps away.

“It really was a joke,” she says, her lips pressed together and she looks at Emily, “We’ve always joked about it.”

“No, you always have,” Emily says, feeling bolstered by Aaron’s defence of her, his love a foundation she could build her strength on until she could do it by herself again, “I never have,” she swallows thickly, any hope she’d had that this could be nice, that her mother would be who she wanted just this once, gone as quickly as it had appeared, “Aaron’s right, you should leave.”

Elizabeth sighs and shakes her head, her grip on her purse tighter as she walks out of the room. Aaron follows, acting as her shadow as he makes sure that she leaves. He closes the front door behind her and sighs, pressing his palms on the door whilst he breathes in and out slowly, desperate to relieve some of the tension in his shoulders. He gives himself a moment before he heads back into the living room, his hands in his pockets as he avoids eye contact with his wife, any confidence he had that he’d done the right thing gone.

“Well,” Emily says, breaking the silence, “That went as well as I expected it to.”

When he looks at her she’s got a wry smile on her face but he can see the hurt behind it. He walks over and sits on the couch next to her, he places one hand on her thigh and the other on Mia’s back over hers, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

She hums and looks down at Mia, her eyes flicking over facial features she loves, especially the ones she’d never liked on herself, “For what? Breaking the promise you made or for the fact I have a shitty mother.”

He sighs and rests his forehead against her temple, “Em, I’m sorry-”

“No, you don’t have anything to apologise for. I’m glad you said something. Mia’s only five days old and my mother is already starting…being herself. I’m not going to expose my daughter to that.”

He nods and then kisses the side of her head, running his thumb back and forth on her leg, the material of the leggings soft against his skin, “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly, “I need some time to think,” she rests her head on his shoulder, “Thank you for sticking up for us. No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before.”

He chuckles and pulls back to look at her, “You never have to thank me for that.”

She smiles at him, her words trapped in her chest. There was so much she wanted to say but she also just wanted to sit here with her husband and her newborn daughter and enjoy the moment, to sit in the love and joy she’d found and curated all by herself.

“It was really hot,” she says, her smile turning to a smirk as she purposely moves on from the seriousness in the air. He catches on, as he always did, and he smiles wildly, the same smile Jack had - the one she hopes their daughter will have too.

“Yeah?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at her.

She nods and bites her lower lip, looking up at him, “Yeah,” she kisses him, “But I’m sleep deprived and your daughter’s own personal dairy cow right now to store this away for blowjob points. So you’re going to have to remind me of this in approximately five weeks and two days, okay?”

He kisses her, his hand on her cheek as he kisses her again, “I’ll remind you,” he says, smiling before he leans in again, his words lost against her lips, “I promise.”

-x-

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