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fledgling musician’s lesson-turned-jam-session
and bonus doods i cleaned up (i have too many sketches of them) vv
adoptive parent rhythm? adoptive parent rhythm.
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You're a Brat, Little Dove
Joel Miller x Female!Reader
Masterlist
Summary: You play with Joel at your 25 year high school reunion to get exactly what you want.
CW: Dom!Joel, Sub/Dom, blowjob, throat fucking, gagging, nipple play, Brat!Tamer, unprotected p in v (they’re in a long-term relationship), oral (f and m receiving), anal play very briefly, pet names, cream pie kink, praise kink, degradation if you squint, denial and edging, NO AGE GAP (Joel and reader are in their 40’s)
A/N: I am absolutely BLOWN AWAY by the love that You're Mine and Stay Still have gotten. Truly, from the bottom of my cold, dead heart I really appreciate your likes, comments and reblogs. Hopefully you enjoy this one, as well. Dividers and banners by @saradika-graphics
Word Count: 5.6k
Dress. Check.
Nude heels. Check.
2 daytime outfits. Check.
Drive home clothes. Check.
Make up bag. Check.
Stop worrying so much. You’re not even leaving the country, you can buy what you forgot.
“You ok?” Joel asks as he wraps his arms around you from behind.
“Just the usual pre-travel anxieties.” You say, leaning into his warmth. Your arms unconsciously cross over his, hands resting on his forearms.
“We’re not leaving the country, you can buy whatever you forgot,” you smile to yourself at how well he knows you as his lips press lightly to your temple. “Remember when I had to go out of town at the last minute before our Disneyland trip and you packed for all of us?”
“Mmhmmm,” you say. The memories come flooding in of those two little girls; one dressed as a princess from head to toe and the other refusing to take off her Darth Vader helmet. The latter was far braver on the “scary rides”, and held her sister's hand until they were both giggling and screaming with delight.
“You didn’t miss a single thing - for any of us. Including the nightlight that Sarah couldn’t be without and the granola bars that Ellie claimed were the only things she could have for breakfast.”
You turn your head and gently press your lips to his. This is the kind of love that people write about. Supportive. Caring. Complete and unwavering trust. Each person is 100% in for the other, willingly giving when the other needs to take, and never keeping score. You don’t judge the other for any sort of anxiety they might be having or help they might be needing. Partners. Through and through.
A noise from the kitchen brings you back and you break the kiss. “What is that incessant beeping?”
“That’s your phone,” he laughs while pulling out of the hug and squeezing your sides. “It’s been going off all morning. Someone is messaging you on Facebook.”
You squirm free of his wandering hands and go to brush your teeth. When you come back out to the kitchen he’s scrolling through the messages in your phone.
“Who is it?” You ask, getting your morning coffee ready.
Joel throws his head back, laughing loudly as he reads in a mocking voice, “Hi. Long time no talk. I saw your name on the guest list for the reunion this weekend. Can’t wait to catch up. Looks like you’re single. At least based on your profile. Glad to see you got rid of that goon you were dating in your 20s.”
Your profile is blank, a picture of you holding baby Ellie the day you officially adopted her is the only thing on there, and you have maybe 15 friends. Truthfully, you aren’t even sure why you have it, even in the heyday of Facebook, you weren’t exactly a share-everything-about-yourself-on-the-internet type of girl.
“Oh god,” you laugh. “It’s Zack, isn’t it?”
Joel wipes away a tear from laughing so hard. “Each sentence is its own message, but I’m a goon?” He slides your phone across the counter to you adding, “Can I punch him again when we see him?”
Years ago, while visiting your parents, Zack got a little too handsy when you ran into each other at a local pool hall. Joel was and very much still is, a ‘touch her and die’ type of lover.
You both laugh as you kiss him goodbye and head to work.
On your lunch break, you updated your profile picture to you and Joel with the girls at their high school graduation. Hopefully, Zack will get the message. By 5 pm you’re rushing home to get out the door and drive 5 hours to your old hometown.
The minute you walk into the reunion you see women’s heads turning to look at Joel. You can’t say you blame them, Joel Miller is the dictionary definition of a DILF! And tonight, in perfectly tailored black pants, a crisp black dress shirt and black tie, his slightly outgrown curls pushed back, and grey scruff perfectly trimmed, he looks hot as sin. And then, just to add insult to an already smoldering hot injury, he recently came to terms with needing glasses for driving at night. Those black frames should be illegal.
Over the last few days you’ve been sending him articles about spanking and on the drive up had an open and honest communication about what you both wanted out of it. Deep down you’re hoping tonight is your night, you’re tempted to just go back to the hotel and let him do whatever he wants. Instead, the two of you hit the bar to get a drink before finding a table to sit at.
“Who is that lady in the gold sequin dress with the black hair, almost directly behind you?” Joel asks awkwardly, sipping his whiskey.
You glance around the room, trying to not make it obvious when you catch the one person you don’t want around Joel staring right at him.
“Lucy Garfield.” You say flatly. “She’s the one that slept with Zack seconds after I left for university. I thought they were married but she is eye fucking you so hard.”
“Gross,” he laughs, his nose crinkling up in disgust. He’s so endearing when he’s joking around with you, “Don’t say eye fucking.”
You laugh, “It’s what she’s doing Joel. I wonder how long before she’s over here talking to you.”
You start pushing your chair out from the table and he grabs your leg, “Leave me alone and you’re dead to me”
“Joel,” you giggle and try to push the chair more, “I kinda have to pee though.”
“Babe, I'm serious. She scares me,” he says with a shudder. “I can feel her looking at me.”
“Oh, she’s doing more than looking…” you tease, sliding your chair back in.
“Don’t say it.”
He squirms as you lean in to his ear and whisper, “Eye fucking.”
“I hate you.”
After a few hours of catching up with old friends, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and grab another drink for you and Joel. When you come out of the bathroom Lucy is alone at your table with Joel. You can see the discomfort on his face as she shows him something on his phone. You’re not jealous or worried, but when Zack approaches you at the bar you decide to have a little fun.
“So you didn’t break up with him after all?” He’s leaning back cockily on the bar, arms crossed, eyes locked on Lucy.
“No,” you laugh while ordering drinks; whiskey neat for Joel and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon for you. “I never planned to.”
“I figured. Lucy seems to take a liking to anyone you set your sights on.”
“You would know best, Zack.” You’re still facing the bar, but you see Zack glance quickly in your direction at the dig. “Any advice for poor Joel over there?”
“Don’t leave the best thing that ever happened to you for a gymnast with...” he stops speaking when he looks back to you, seeing you with one eyebrow raised as you sip your wine. “She and I are getting divorced.”
“I assumed.”
“Oh?”
And that’s when you hear it. Your song with Joel.
‘I know what you look like in the morning
Your kisses are soft and warm’
Joel looks around the room for you, when he spots you at the bar a mischievous grin crosses your face and you lean in close to Zack.
“Dance with me?” You whisper, giving him the puppy eyes he never used to say no to.
‘I can draw you with my eyes closed
Seen you with nothing on but the radio’
He places a hand on your lower back and leads you to the dance floor before pulling you in close. Huh, you think to yourself, 25 years later and still got it.
You look away from Joel and give Zack a tight lipped smile as the first verse of the song melts into the chorus.
‘I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh
The way you tilt your head for a photograph
What other guy knows you like that’
You fight the urge not to look past Zack’s shoulder and over at Joel as Zack’s voice drones on in the distance, telling you about his divorce.
‘And I can name the first guy you ever kissed’
You can’t help but sneak a glance at Joel. Zack is the first guy you kissed and Joel knows it.
‘I can name the perfume on your wrist’
Joel crosses his arms, staring at you darkly from across the room. Fuck, you think maybe you bit off more than you can chew.
‘What other guy knows you like that’
Joel stands and strides over to you.
Yes. Got him. He doesn’t look mad, if anything he’s looking at you with dangerous desire in his eyes. Your heart flutters as heat travels between your thighs.
“Babe, we gotta go.”
Zack starts to protest but you release yourself from his arms and say with a big smile, “It was lovely catching up. Thank you for the dance.”
As Joel leads you off the dance floor he growls quietly in your ear, “You’ve been a very bad girl, Little Dove.”
The car ride back to the hotel is silent. Not a word is uttered between either of you, the second the elevator door closes Joel presses you back against the wall. Towering over you, one of his hands roughly pulls down the right cup of your dress and bra, he pinches your nipple hard between his thumb and pointer finger.
You gasp out in pain, but he doesn’t say anything, just glares down at you. As the pain morphs into pleasure you squeeze your thighs together, your panties starting to soak through. He releases you when the elevator stops and turns his back to you, you cover your abused nipple back up before you follow him into your room.
“Clothes off and kneel,” he growls, throwing a pillow haphazardly at your feet.
“Joel-I…” you stutter out. He stalks across the room, only the discarded pillow separating you.
“I said,” he starts harshly. “Clothes off and kneel, Little Dove.”
You swallow the dry lump in your throat while sliding the zipper down the side of your black dress, letting it fall to the ground. A deep, guttural moan escapes Joel as you kick the dress aside and remove your bra and panties. You’re completely bare for him, nothing but your nude heels left.
“That’s better. Now kneel.”
You do as he says, getting into his desired position; hands on your lap and eyes aimed at the floor in front of you. He bends, cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. You expect to see his eyes dark and lips tight, instead, you’re met with softness, his chocolate brown eyes boring into you.
“Little Dove,” he starts, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I am going to punish you for being a brat tonight. Everything I plan to do is things we’ve talked about.”
“Like what?” You ask as your mouth goes impossibly dry.
“No, you don’t get answers tonight. You’re in trouble. Do you remember your safe words?”
You nod, “Yes sir.”
The colour coding system is how Joel prefers to do things. Red if you need to end things, yellow if you need a break or to slow down, and green to keep going.
His thumb caresses your cheek, “That’s my girl.”
Joel stands abruptly and your gaze follows him. When he looks down at you, his features are no longer soft. His eyes are almost black, eyebrows slightly knit together and jaw clenched. He snaps his fingers and points at the ground and you immediately obey, shifting your gaze back to where he prefers it. He walks across the room, uncuffing the sleeves of his black dress shirt and rolling them up his thick forearms. You hear the unmistakable sound of him removing his tie and his glasses being placed on the table.
“You were a brat tonight, Little Dove,” he says darkly. “Remind me, do I like brats?”
“No, sir.” It comes out in a nervous squeak.
Joel stares at you for a while and it’s nearly impossible to keep your eyes on the ground. If Joel had to classify himself, he’d say he was a pleasure Dom. He’d rather use pleasure until you’d beg him to stop, but pleasure is earned, and you used that song and your ex-boyfriend to get to him tonight. He saunters back over and pets your head, just as you start to close your eyes and lean into his touch he grips your hair hard and pulls until you’re once again looking up at him. A shocked yelp comes out of you as you make eye contact.
“I think you did this on purpose because you so badly want me to spank you.”
“N-no, sir.”
“No? I bet if I reached in between your legs and felt your pretty little pussy she’d be soaked for me right now. Am I right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Take out my cock, Little Dove.”
His grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as you reach up with shaky hands to undo his belt and pants. As you slide his dress pants down his thick thighs you can see him already hard under his tight black boxers. As you lower those, his thick cock springs free, brushing against your face.
“Hands on my thighs,” he barks.
You jump slightly at the harsh tone and move your hands to rest along the sides of his thighs. He moves his free hand to one of yours and taps on your hand 3 times. “You do that if you need to stop. Show me.”
You tap 3 times on his thigh like he showed you. “Too bad you were such a bad girl tonight. I wanted to please you and not punish you.”
He moves his hand to fist his cock a few times. It brushes your lips as he continues to speak. “Who do you belong to, Little Dove?”
“You sir,” you answer firmly but quietly.
“That’s right. Open.”
You lick your lips and obey his orders. He lines himself up and slides the tip of his cock in your mouth, pumping his shaft slowly with his hand, the other still locked in your hair.
“Mine,” he says it like he’s claiming you as he works more of himself into your mouth. You’re surprised how he takes his time, inching in a little before pulling back, letting you swirl your tongue around to get him nice and wet. When he’s finally all the way in, pushing against your gag reflex he groans out, “So…completely…mine.”
You look up at him through your lashes and remind yourself to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, moaning around his cock before he pulls it all the way out. Saliva falls from your mouth and he smirks at you cockily while he fucks himself with his palm, the tip of his leaking dick resting on your tongue. The salty taste of his pre cum sends a fresh wave of arousal to the apex of your thighs, you can feel it gathering on your calves that are tucked underneath you.
Without warning, Joel starts to fuck your throat. He pushes himself all the way in and you gag around him before he pulls out halfway. He continues this punishing rhythm for a while, muttering darkly about how you’re a bad girl and you deserve to be punished.
You’re taken aback by how much you fucking love it. Watching him tower above you all big and strong but you know he’s falling apart. He’s becoming putty because of you and your mouth. It’s filthy and slightly degrading, but you realize that you’re the one in control here. You could do this forever and make a mental note to find times to act out more often. Tears start to run down your cheeks as his thrusts turn sloppy. You know he’s close so you hum around his cock.
“Oh fuuuuck, baby.” He pulls himself out and steps back, strings of saliva falling from his cock and landing on your chin. Your hands hit the ground in front of you as you gasp in a full breath for this first time since he started using your mouth. The heat between your thighs is starting to become unbearable.
“What did you think was going to happen - huh?” he says in a deep and condescending tone. “That I’d spank you and then make you come?”
“I’m sorry, sir.” You’re not sorry though, you’d do it again just to feel that gush between your thighs when he hits the back of your throat.
“Only good girls get spankings. So let me make myself very clear.” You straighten your spine and look up at him as he goes back to petting your hair.
“You are not allowed to cum.” His voice is deep and scratchy, you’re sure he could make a living by narrating erotica, but that voice is yours.
A small whimper escapes you as he continues. “I’m going to continue to use you how I want. If I think you’ve proven yourself to be my good girl, you’ll get that spanking you want so desperately. Understand?”
He almost purrs as he says good girl and it turns you feral. “Yes, sir.”
He reaches a hand to you and helps you stand. He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks before kissing the tip of your nose. “Get on the bed.”
As you walk to the bed you bring one leg up to remove your heels. “Leave them on. Hands and knees, Little Dove.”
Fuck, he knows this is your kryptonite. And fuck, you’re back to thinking that maybe you bit off more than you can handle. Joel is predictable about his Sunday plans during football season and nothing else.
After stripping off his clothes he comes up behind you, rubs the warm tip of his cock through your slit and he lets out a deep moan. Both of you can hear the wetness as he moves from your clit to your ass. “Mmmm - my bad girl clearly liked having me fuck her throat. You’re soaked for me.”
A firm hand pushes down between your shoulder blades and your upper body hits the mattress. at this new angle, everything is bare to him.
“Mine,” he says again before placing a few long, slow licks from your clit to your ass, swirling and pressing his tongue in all the right places. “So…completely…mine.”
His tongue teases your clit as he lightly teases your ass with the pad of his thumb. The heat begins to spread to your spine, the world falls away and all you’re left with is Joel. Joel and his wonderful and magic tongue. Joel and his ability to make you cum. His voice from earlier rings through your cries of pleasure, ‘you are not allowed to cum.’
“I…n-no…” you stutter, squeezing all your muscles to stop the orgasm that’s fast approaching. “That’s gonna…I’m gonna!”
“Don’t you dare, Little Dove.” He bites down on your ass cheek and you yelp in pain, but glad for the distraction from how close you were to finishing.
“Such a bad little girl tonight.” He says into your skin before continuing to tease you with his tongue, swirling your clit, moving to gently flick your ass, then back to your clit. You never know where his tongue might explore next and you find yourself mentally mapping out each aisle of your favorite grocery store with your eyes clamped shut to distract yourself.
“I wanna be a good girl,” you beg, utterly desperate to follow his rules tonight. “Please stop. I wanna be good, sir.”
“Poor thing,” he says mockingly, rising and sliding himself inside you so slowly that you feel every inch, vein, and ridge.
“Fuuuuuuuccccck,” you gasp as he bottoms out. A small, pleading ‘please’ escapes your lips but you don’t even know what you’re asking for. Your body feels like liquid at this point, every muscle relaxed and every bone somehow missing. It’s a complete state of nirvana, if only he’d let you cum.
“Not yet,” he drags out of you and slams back in, a complete juxtaposition to how he first entered you. His grip on your hips is so tight that you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “This is my pussy, mine. Say it.”
“Y-yours…” you manage to whine. “oh fuck…yours Joel.”
“That’s right, babygirl. Mine. So…completely…mine.”
One of your shoes falls to the ground as he continues to slam into you. You no longer know the difference between right and left, you just know that one shoe is missing. As you reach back to touch him, he pins your hand to your lower back, sliding almost all the way out before slowly pressing his hips flush with your ass.
“No,” he says sternly. “Only good girls get to touch.”
You scream out his name, begging him to let you cum. Joel leans forward and pulls you up, still fully inside of you, he holds you still against his warm chest, the combination of your sweat and his sweat feeling sticky along your back.
“You like when I use you like this, Little Dove?”
“Yessss,” you whine. You force yourself not to roll your hips even though the need to orgasm is almost painful. The word yellow flows through your mind. You could say it. You could say it and get what you want, but you trust Joel. You trust that he has bigger and better plans for you.
“Say it,” he commands while rolling your earlier pinched nipple between his fingers.
“Use me, sir….Please. I want to please you.”
“That’s my girl. My perfect little submissive.”
He pushes you back down into the sheets and fucks you harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans and squeals fill the room. You tense every muscle again to stop the orgasm that’s right on the surface.
“Where do you want it, Little Dove?”
“Inside me, sir.”
Joel curses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby.”
“Fill me, sir.”
“Such a filthy little girl. D’you know that?” His voice is strained, you know he’s close and you just have to hold off a little longer.
“Only for you,” you say through moans and gasps.
That’s what does it and you push him over the edge with your words, the heat of his spend filling you as he lets out a loud moan. “Good fucking girl.”
He moves his hips into you a few more times, filling you so much it starts to leak out. “Fuck, takin’ me so well, soundin’ so goddamn sweet as you beg.”
He doesn’t stay in long after he cums, which you’re thankful for because you’re sure a faint breeze could make you detonate at this point. He steps back to admire the mess he’s made, using his fingers to push his cum back inside you before sitting next to your knees.
“Get over my knee.”
You rush on shaky limbs to get over this lap, wiggling your ass in nervous excitement. He uses one hand to pin your wrists behind your back. “Mmm - that’s my good girl.”
Joel uses his other hand to draw slow circles along your cheeks. His warm and calloused fingers send shivers across your body. “How many do you think you should get?”
“10,” you respond sheepishly.
Joel laughs deeply to himself. “You were a brat. Do you really think 10 is enough?”
You audibly swallow in response to what you know is a rhetorical question. You didn’t think your pussy could throb any harder, but his voice, his hands, and this position has every nerve in your body aflame.
“20, and if you behave, I’ll stop at 15.”
“Please, sir.” The anticipation is killing you.
“Ok. I am going to spank you with my hand 20 times. You are going to count and say ‘I’m sorry’ after each one. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” You try not to whine, but you need to be touched,
“Give me a colour baby”
“Green,” you whisper needily.
2 sharp and quick slaps hit your ass.
“1 and 2,” you squeal, “I’m sorry”
Light finger strokes tickle along the back of your thighs and up towards the now stinging skin. Joel’s hand disappears from your body and you tense.
“Shhh,” his thumb holding your wrist strokes the soft skin. “Take a deep breath, Little Dove.”
You inhale shakily, as you try to relax on your exhale, his hand comes down again. When the two of you did your research on spanking, all the experts said you’d know the sound of a good spank, and Joel being, well Joel, has taken it to a new level of perfection. His third spank stings, but it’s quickly replaced with a fresh wave of warmth in your core.
“Three. I’m sorry,” you love how quickly he can turn you into a whining mess.
From that point you’re in a trance. You almost feel like you’re floating outside your body as Joel continues your punishment. You hear your voice counting each strike of his hand. A rush of adrenaline courses through you after each one and you can feel his spend leaking out and dripping in between your thighs.
“Eight. I’m sorry”
“Messy messy girl.” He says, swiping a finger up your thigh and through the folds of your swollen pussy, he stays away from your clit but you could scream with how good it feels. “I should make you clean this up.”
You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder to face him, readying yourself for him to slide his fingers down your throat. Instead, he licks his fingers clean and then lays 3 quick smacks across your ass.
“Eleven. Oh god,” your body jolts with the first one but by the third you’re rolling your lips into him for friction, you need more. More pain. More of his fingers. More of anything and everything he’s willing to give you. “I’m sorry.”
Joel isn’t surprised to see that you like the pain, but he is surprised by how much he likes seeing you in pain. He was hesitant about this whole thing, worried about hurting you, but you’ve never looked more beautiful. A blush lights your face and neck, a thin sheen of sweat across your body. Your squeals and cries slowly become wanton moans. He knows it hurts you, but he can also see how that pain is temporary followed by a rush of adrenaline and pleasure.
“Good job, Little Dove,” he rubs the red hand prints gently. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.”
You relax into his lap as his praises wash over you. You feel completely submissive to him and for the first time, you feel what he said earlier. You are his. So completely his.
“My,” SMACK
“Perfect,” SMACK
“Little,” SMACK
“Submissive,” SMACK
They happen so quickly that all you can do is moan loudly in ecstasy, heat flooding your core to the point that it’s unbearable. Pressure behind your eyes builds as your neediness grows.
“Fif-fifteen. I’m sorry, sir.” You’re squirming uncontrollably, tears threaten to spring from your eyes.
“Please - please. It huuuurts.” Joel knows it’s not the spanking that hurts, it’s the animalistic need to cum that’s causing you so much discomfort.
“There’s my good girl,” he growls, sliding 2 fingers deep inside you. He curls them forward into your tight and messy heat. The squelching of his cum mixed with your arousal fills the room.
“Does this feel good, Little Dove?”
“Please Joel,” you sob through stuttered breaths, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “P-please - don’t stop.”
“Fuck I love when you say please. Did you know that? How it makes my cock twitch hearing you whine sweetly, asking so nicely.”
He slows his fingers, he knows how sensitive you are, he can feel your pussy gripping tightly to his fingers and he wants to bring you pleasure now, not push you into overstimulation. “You took those so beautifully, Little Dove. I’m so proud of you.”
You cry out a thank you, your orgasm is right there, the heat in your stomach and spine ready to erupt and spread to the rest of your body. As you squirm on his lap you can feel his erection growing beneath you. Joel continues curling his fingers against your most sensitive spot, his other hand letting go of your wrists and moving to soothe the handprints he left. The gentleness of one hand combined with the demanding desire of the other sends your mind swirling.
“Get up, baby girl.” He slides his fingers out from you and you want to cry out and complain before he adds, “I want you to cum on my cock.”
Joel steadies you as you stand up in front of him, “Hold on, spin around.”
You do as he says, albeit slightly confused until he presses his lips to the bright red handprints he’s tattooed across your skin.
Yep, you think to yourself. I’m His. So completely his.
You lay back on the bed, Joel crawling between your legs. He’s looking at you the way he used to when you first met, taking in every inch of your skin almost as if to commit it to memory. It’s the complete opposite of how he looked at you while you danced with Zack. His dangerous desire has turned to an overwhelming softness.
“Lift your hips, baby,” he slides a spare pillow under you.
His strong hands massage your hips gently as his eyes rake over your red and swollen pussy. “Oh - that looks painful, baby. Do you need me to take care of it?”
You whine out in frustration, “Please, sir. I need to cum. Please.”
He lets out a whispered ‘oh god’ at your pleas, hooking one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, the other wrapping around his waist as he lines himself up and then leans down to softly press his lips to yours. He slides inside of you slowly and you’re instantly shaking underneath him.
“Shhh, you’re ok,” he whispers into your lips before kissing you harder, rocking his hips with perfect precision. “I’m right here. I got you, baby. I got you.”
The soft part of his belly grazes your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “Oh god - I’m gonna cum.”
“There you go, baby. Cum for me.”
You fall apart around him, your head falling back in a silent cry to the ceiling. A buzz of electricity shutters through your whole body, your walls clenching around him harder than you thought was possible.
“That’s it,” he says into your neck as he licks and kisses. “Let go for me.”
His words spread more tingles along your skin, you tangle your hands in his curls and pull his face to yours. Kissing him deeply as you start to come down. He stills inside you as he comes again, sending you into a wave of aftershocks. You swallow his moans in your kisses, you never want this to end.
“Stay here honey,” Joel says, getting up to walk with wobbly legs to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and carefully wipes you clean. Your body jolts and you cry out when he gets near your clit, he whispers apologies while drying you with a towel.
You start to get up. “Are you ok?” he questions.
“I have to pee,” you laugh. As you wash your hands you take in your reflection. Your poor nipple is purple from the elevator, you have mascara down your face, and as you predicted, you are already bruising from his grip on your hips. You spin to see angry, dark red splotches along the globes of your ass and you smile at yourself. Fuck, is there something wrong with me?
Even though you’re exhausted, you practically skip back out to the bed where Joel is holding a big glass of water and some soothing lotion that he purchased weeks ago for this exact moment. He laughs and shakes his head, he knows he’s in for it now seeing how happy you are with yourself.
“Drink this and then lay on your stomach please,” adding a quick, “you little brat.”
“So bossy.” You joke and roll your eyes, but you both love this part and as elated as you are right now, you know you need the aftercare so that your anxieties don’t get you later. So, you do as he says. You drink the water and then lay on your stomach. Joel rubs the cooling lotion on your marks and then places long, light kisses along your spine.
“How are you feeling?” He coos between kisses.
“I’m great. That was amazing. How are you feeling? I know you weren’t too sold on spanking me.”
Joel lies beside you and pulls you in, his front presses against yours, both of you using your own arm as a pillow. “Honestly, I’m surprised by how much I liked it. You looked so beautiful the entire time. I didn’t think I would like it, but….” He trails off looking slightly embarrassed, using his free hand to play with your hair.
“But?” you push.
“But…well a man my age doesn’t get multiple orgasms very often, makin’ me feel like we’re in our 20’s again.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to act out more often. Any cute guys on the job site I can eye fuck?”
Joel growls as he pulls you over to rest on his chest. “Mine. Now go to sleep, Little Dove. And stop saying that.”
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summary : tommy’s plan to get you and wilbur back together doesn’t work. fortunately, you don’t need it. a quiet christmas party, joni mitchell and a little bit of alcohol works just fine.
genre : fluff with some angst peppered here and there
warnings : mentions of a breakup, alcohol/drinking (one mention of being drunk in the past, no one’s drunk in the fic), swearing, very minor panic attack, tommy being a little shithead
pairing : cc!wilbur x ex girlfriend!reader
pronouns : she/her
featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit (tommy and will are the only creators with dialogue),cc!phil + kristin (mentioned), cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!tubbo (mentioned), cc!james marriott (mentioned), cc!aimsey (mentioned)
word count : 4.3k
note : christmas fic christmas fic christmas fic!!! december is one of my favourite times of the year and suddenly i am so inspired like i haven’t written anything in ages but december rolls around and boom here’s a 4k wilbur fic. thank you to carrie for letting me yell at her about this fic.
it wasn’t unusual for tommy to call you and ask for a ride home. he would catch an uber somewhere and sometimes he’d go to book one home and the nearest car would be over an hour away, so if his parents were busy he turned to the next best thing; his siblings.
the internet was well aware of the younger boy’s habit of adopting older creators as family members. phil and kristin were his parents, and you and wilbur were his older siblings, and you were more than happy to give him lifts whenever you were free.
“can you come pick me up?”
“hello to you too, tommy.” you had just ended your stream, and were processing the footage for editing to go on your youtube channel. “where are you?”
“i’m about twenty minutes from your place, i can text you the address.” tommy answered. “please?”
you were already putting on your coat. “alright, send me the address, i’ll be there soon.”
“you’re a life-saver, atom,” tommy said. you huffed at the nickname, given to you because “you barely matter” as tom had joked one afternoon a few months ago. before you could respond, he had hung up.
“shithead,” you pocketed your phone and bent down to tie your laces. your phone vibrated in your pocket, probably tommy with the address. you pulled it out one handed as you tightened your shoes. without looking, you copied the address into google maps and pressed enter, putting it on your dashboard mount.
it should have clicked when you passed the dive bar you used to frequent. it should have clicked when you passed the corner shop. it should have clicked when you passed the ginger stray you used to pet on your walk to the corner shop. perhaps you were in denial, but you didn’t register where you were until you were parked in front of the building.
you were nervous when you’d first moved in there. you had lived in the same shitty flat since uni, and when wilbur had tentatively asked you to to move in with him you had your doubts. not because you didn’t love will, no that was the least of your issues. you just didn’t want to step on his toes, it was his place after all. you were hesitant to bring your things in, feeling guilty when wilbur’s novels were moved to make room for your plants, when he had to install another rack to hold all your shoes, when you had come home from the bakery and found wilbur had swapped out his sheets for a set of yours. but over time, wilbur had eased you into it, and soon it was just as much your place as it was his.
now it was just his again. it hadn’t been yours for nearly a year, and yet when you pulled into the strip of parking you had to consciously go to the ‘guests’ section. you took your phone off the dock, your knee jumping up and down as you called tommy. he didn’t answer. you texted him. and again. then you called a second time, leaving him a desperate voicemail. fifteen minutes went by and tommy hadn’t even read any of your texts, so you huffed, realising that you were going to have to physically go and retrieve tommy.
you dug out your key card from the depths of your purse, praying that wilbur didn’t block your card. the light turned green and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the door open. in an attempt to make it take longer, hoping and praying that tommy would reply before you reached the third floor. you reached the top of the stairs and sighed, counting to three in your head before knocking. “tom? it’s me!” you knocked again, not wanting mr adams next door to hear your voice and come out to talk to you. he was a nice older man, but you didn’t want to be in this building for a second longer than you had to. “tommy?” you inhaled. “will?”
you heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open in front of you. “tom.” you breathed another sigh of relief. “great. let’s go, i have a video to edit.”
“wait, i have to grab my stuff.” tommy said, and then he was off, and you were alone.
the first thing that struck you was how the place looked. it was exactly the same as when you had been there. you turned around to the end table behind the door. a few unopened letters, a small wooden bowl, and a small plant. the bowl had been your idea, weeks of wilbur coming to you with “darling, do you know where my keys are?” before you caved and bought it for him. lo and behold, his keyes were nestled inside, spotify code keychain that you had also bought him sitting face up. the plant was new, and you ran a finger over the leaf.
on the couch there was a grey woollen blanket thrown over the back, also yours. though, technically he had bought it. you were the only one who used it, complaining about the cold. as lovely as you thought will’s flat was the heating barely worked. will radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally.
the entire flat still contained your presence. any random person wouldn’t be able to tell that you hadn’t lived there since you and wilbur broke up.
“hey.”
you spun around, wilbur smiling sheepishly. “sorry, sorry. would it be awfully cliche if I said I didn’t mean to startle you?”
you laughed breathily. “yes. but it’s okay.”
he nodded, guilty smile still pinched across his face. “tommy’s just grabbing his shit. you know that kid, fucking menace.”
if tommy noticed how awkward it was, he didn’t say anything. you and wilbur both brightened visibly when he came through the door. watching wilbur hug tom goodbye, squeezing his shoulder gently, it hits you suddenly that you haven’t seen wilbur in nearly seven months.
you’re quiet as you drop tommy off, and he wants to apologise. wants to say sorry for making you pick him up and not telling you his phone was on the verge of dying. he wants to say he’s sorry for all those times you cancelled streams, claiming you “weren’t feeling well” when he knew you were upset about wilbur.
but tommy also saw all those times wilbur was curled up in that grey blanket you left behind. buying plants to fill in the gaps of things you took and to give him a purpose, something that depended on him. he saw the way wilbur’s eyes brightened when he heard your voice, his shoulder’s slumping before the door shut when you left.
how one time he’d had stood in front of a drunk wilbur, tear tracks running down his face and had to wrestle will’s phone off him to stop him from calling you.
tommy didn’t know what had happened between you two; you were adults, he was only seventeen at the time. it felt naive of him to think you two belonged together, but he couldn’t help it.
“thanks for driving me.” he said earnestly as he stepped out of the car. you nodded and gave him a pained smile. “i love you.”
it wasn’t a normal occurrence, saying things like that, but you softened. “i love you.” tommy brightened seeing your more genuine expression, but he could still see that your interaction with wilbur had left you upset.
you collapsed back onto your sofa once you were home, not in the mood to edit your video anymore.
wilbur always worked too much. it was something his viewers loved; how dedicated he was to them. but they didn’t see the sleepless nights, when you would wake up to wilbur typing frantically in his notes app, a muffled “go back to sleep, darling” when he noticed you were awake.
but then it turned to missing entire nights of sleep, coming back from streaming to find wilbur passed out on the couch, shoes still on from last night. sometimes he would talk to you about it, laying on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispering about how he didn’t want to let anyone down.
you soothed him as best as you could, but you knew that the dark circles and the endless cups of coffee would only get worse. he didn’t have the time or energy to take care of himself, let alone you. not that you needed him to take care of you, but the two of you lived together and you probably talked to the fedex person more than you did your boyfriend.
you’d only been split for eight months, but you’d been missing him for far longer.
you were putting up christmas decorations when tommy called next. stringing lights across the shelves in your office, only bothered to decorate the one room. it wasn’t like you’d be doing anything anyway. “yeah, tom?” your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear as you tried to detangle the lights.
“hey, me and will were streaming together and i have to get home like, now but my dad isn’t available until three,” tommy explained, and you winced at the sound of wilbur’s name. “i totally get it if you can’t, but-“
“i’ll be there, but i’m going to mcdonald’s on the way back and you are paying.” tommy laughed and you had to move the phone away from your ear, giving up on the lights for the time being. “will still has the same office right?”
“yeah you can get there alright?” he asked. “you don’t need the address?” you assured him you’d be fine, and he paused guiltily. “we may also be locked in. the door broke again.”
“jesus,” you shook your head. “yeah, alright i’ll come let you out. dickhead,” you smiled at his noise of indignation before hanging up.
this time it was worse. the last time you’d been planning on avoiding wilbur until about five minutes before you saw him. this time you had the whole drive over to think about what it would be like. his hair was longer, you’d noticed when you first saw him. you always loved it when his hair was longer but it got in his face too much and he hated the feeling.
you’d cut his hair for him once. wilbur sitting on a chair in the kitchen of your flat (this was before you’d moved in together) while you sat on the bench behind him, swinging your legs ever so slightly as he gazed adoringly up at you.
“let me take a picture,” you’d giggled, turning to grab your phone. “you look so cute.”
“no,” he’d whined. “darling,” he’d still smiled when you prompted, and you looked softly at your screen, completely enamoured. “do not post that anywhere, can’t have anyone knowing that i simp for you.”
“dork,” you had put your phone down and ruffled his hair, some loose hairs falling out from where you’d cut.
you pulled your car up to the pavement and went up to wilbur’s office. it was a fairly small building, and you managed to get there without anyone asking any questions.
you reached the office and peered inside. it was dark. you opened the door and stuck your head in, but there was no one inside. “hey!” tommy said much too loudly, him and wilbur coming around the corner. your eyes flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly.
“i thought you said the door was locked?” you asked uncertainly.
“it’s not,” tommy said simply, and he reached a hand out and shoved you through the open door, shutting it behind you. “but it will be.”
“what the fuck?” you banged on the window.
tom pushed wilbur over, but the older man just looked at him incredulously. “have you lost your mind?”
“please?” tommy asked, gesturing to where you were glaring at him.
“no!” wilbur said, hitting tommy’s arm off his shoulder. “you’re a dickhead. now let her out.”
“fine.” tommy’s shoulders slumped and he moved out of the way. wilbur rolled his eyes at tommy, saying he’d do it and then making will. his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he was halfway through an apology to you when tommy’s hand collided with his back.
wilbur stumbled toward and you both watched in horror as tommy shut the door, triumphantly locking it with a click.
“tommy you fucker!” wilbur yelled.
“now, i may have been lying about needing a lift and being locked in the office, but i wasn’t lying about needing to go home.”
“thomas if you leave i’m gonna delete your channel!” tommy actually looked nervous at wilbur’s threat. “open the door.”
tommy sighed again, finally giving up. he jiggled the doorknob and his eyes widened. “okay i would let you out but i may have broken the door.”
he backed away, both you and will yelling at him.
you turned so your back was against the door, sitting down with your knees up to your chest. will came to sit next to you. “are you okay?”
“i just don’t like knowing there’s no way out of a room.” you said quietly. “i don’t like being trapped.”
“i know,” he said softly. “is there anything i can do besides breaking a window?”
you exhaled, smiling weakly. “can you just talk to me?” you fiddled nervously, suddenly worried about what he would think.
“of course i can.” without realising, wilbur had reached out and was dragging his thumb gently over the back of your hand. “you know that step down the street from ou-my flat? the one that you always used to trip on? they fixed it.” you didn’t seem to notice his mistake, so he kept going. “and there’s a new bar a few miles away and we’ve been trying to get them to let us play there, so we might have a new gig bar soon.”
your breathing was more even now, and he squeezed your hand gently. you squeezed back and he smiled.
you could vaguely hear tommy saying he was going to get maintenance, and wilbur shuffled. “i’m gonna see if i can jimmy it with a card. could you grab one for me please?”
you reached over to will’s desk and grabbed a random card out of his wallet. you went to hand it to him but before he could grab it you took a closer look. “you kept this?”
over a year ago as a joke you’d bought him one of those simp cards from the arthur meme, and it had your name written underneath it. “you’re only allowed to simp for me,” you’d say as you gave it to him, making him crack up.
“yeah,” wilbur admitted, his cheeks turning warm. “guess i forgot it was there.”
he shoved it into the lock and wiggled it around until he heard a click and the door swung open. “here.” he tried to give it back to you, but you shook your head.
“you can keep it, or throw it out. whatever you want. it’s yours,” you babbled, not meeting his eyes.
wilbur wasn’t sure what came over him in the next ten seconds, but before he could stop himself he blurted out “does this mean i’m still allowed to love you?”
your gaze shot up and your eyes met wilbur’s, warm and brown, filled with uncertainty. eventually, you nodded. “always.”
wilbur wasn’t sure if that was if that was an invitation, but before he could stop himself he was wrapping his arms around you. you burrowed into his chest, breathing deeply. “did tommy really parent-trap us?”
“well,” you replied shyly. “don’t they get back together in the parent trap? not exactly accurate to the source material.”
“well we all know how important it is,” wilbur said quietly, eyes flicking down for just an instant.
“very important,” he could feel your breath on his face.
“it’s a christmas miracle!”
“it’s gonna be if i don’t kill him,” wilbur muttered, teeth gritted as you pulled apart to find tommy. he was holding a stick, and seemed to register your confusion.
“couldn’t find maintenance, so i went outside and found this.” he said proudly. “i was helping.”
“yeah actually,” will said genuinely, holding his hand out. “give us a look.” tommy handed the stick to wilbur and was promptly hit in the face with it. “that’s for locking us in there, bastard.”
“ow.” tommy picked the stick off the ground and chucked it at wilbur, but it just bounced off the door behind him. “okay fine. i’m sorry.”
“you better be,” you stepped towards him and he flinched, clearly sure you were going to attack him like wilbur had. “come on, let’s go.”
as tommy said goodbye to wilbur, the two of you made eye contact over tom’s shoulder. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he raised his eyebrows slightly, grin overtaking his face. you nodded almost imperceptibly. he’d call you.
he didn’t.
it had been two weeks since you’d last spoken, and he never called you. you didn’t want to admit that it hurt you. you had spent eight months trying to get over wilbur, all that progress destroyed in an instant.
you’d never deleted his contact, not even when you first broke up. you hovered over it debating on whether to call him, before exiting out and closing your phone.
your phone stayed dark for approximately one second before it was lighting up again. you answered, “yeah, tommy?”
“so, atom, me and a few others were thinking of having a little christmas get together on the 23rd? would you want to come?” he rushed out, wanting to get the words out before you said anything.
you considered it for a second. your parents would be going on holiday. they invited you, but you always wanted to spend your christmas with wilbur. this year, you’d declined again, without really knowing the reason. it’s not like you had other plans.
“yeah, alright,” you said, and you heard tom let out a triumphant breath on the other side. “who’s coming?”
“you, phil and kristin, tubbo, james, ranboo, maybe aimsey, a few other people maybe…” he trailed off, and you frowned.
“wilbur?” you asked.
“yeah.” tommy admitted. “but there will be enough people that you can be a coward and not talk to him.”
“tommy,” you said, voice low. “don’t.”
“okay, i’m sorry. please come?”
it’s not like you had anything better to do. “i’ll be there, tommy. don’t worry.”
the things you would do for that fucker. he could never know. god knows his head was big enough without you telling him that.
while you were quietly dreading it, tommy seemed almost giddy with excitement. so you forced a smile and acted happy about it, even after tommy abandoned you within thirty seconds of you arriving.
you managed to strike up a conversation with ranboo, though, grateful that you knew everyone. you’d isolated yourself quite a bit after the breakup, worried that your friends would rather be friends with will.
your worries were shattered when you were engulfed in a hug from him. they seemed really interested in your upcoming projects and you asked about his with equal fervour.
the night was going much better than you’d expected, and it was winding down when wilbur finally approached you. joni mitchell singing through the speakers about her lover making her weak in the knees, sipping on a drink with your head resting on top of aimsey’s.
“hey,” he was quiet, words slurred more from being tired than drunk. “can we talk?”
you looked down at aimsey, who was immersed in conversation with james and tommy, so you slid off the counter and followed him down the hall. tommy’s flat was small, so the two of you found a quiet corner. your shoulder was pressed into the wall, looking at him over the rim of your glass as he fiddled with his glasses. “i’m sorry i didn’t call.”
“it’s fine.” you said stiffly.
“no, it’s not.” he pressed. “i fucked up. not just when i didn’t call. i fucked up when we were still together.”
“will,” you tried. “it’s okay. it’s the past.”
“but you’re not.” he said. “you’re not the past, not my past. at least, i don’t want you to be.” he took a shuddering breath. “i was so worried about letting people down that i fucked up, and i ruined us.”
“you didn’t ruin anything.” it came out breathy, just above a whisper and you gave him a watery smile. “definitely not us.”
you didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was how cold and dreary it had been, maybe it was exhaustion or the alcohol. or maybe it was because wilbur had taken your hands in his and pressed them to his lips.
“i’m so sorry, darling,” he murmured against your fingers, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “so so sorry.”
“it’s not your fault, will.” you said. “i could have done something.”
he opened his eyes and met yours, shining as you tried to fight back tears. “i’m so hard to handle, and i’m selfish and i’m sad,” he sang along to joni mitchell softly, pulling you forward to wrap your arms around him. he smelled like cinnamon, and he let you cry for as long as you needed.
you pulled away softly, looking at him as your hand ghosted over his jaw. “you didn’t lose me, will.”
“you’re saying you think you’re the best baby i ever had?” he asked, eyes shining, and you pushed him away.
you giggled. “how presumptuous of me.”
“you would be correct though,” he admitted, coming to pull you close again, swaying on the spot. he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, you threading your hands into his hair.
“you have got to let me cut this,” you mumbled, and wilbur laughed against your mouth. he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, and took a shaky breath.
“i miss you.” he said. “i stopped working so much, i’ve been taking care of myself more. let me love you again?”
his voice wobbled, clearly so sure that you would reject him. he had hurt you, he knew that. will let his thumbs stroke up and down your arms and you got goosebumps even through your jumper. “you do have a permit, don’t you?”
he laughed, relief thick in his voice. “of course, darling. have my card in my wallet.”
“then i guess that’s okay.” you said, as if it didn’t matter to you all that much. “as long as you let me love you.”
“you can do whatever you want,” wilbur kissed you again. “as long as it’s with me.”
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We all know Gortash is in denial about how much it hurt when his parents sent him away. He tells Karlach that it should've made her stronger, the way it made him stronger.
But imagine that like...little Enver cried so much his first few weeks that Raphael himself had to sit him down and say, stop it. You were the child of cobblers. If you'd stayed in Baldur's Gate, you would've become just like them. Peasants. Lowlifes. The scum of the Lower City. At least here, you're something special. You're something different. You're useful here.
Because listen, the main theme of Baldur's Gate is how people in power will use up those under them, in endless pursuit of more power. So to Raphael, Gortash should be proud to have such a purpose.
But then Gortash realizes, Raphael is kind of right?
He has years to think about it. To resent his parents, resent the Lower City, resent the patriars of Baldur's Gate. To plan what he's going to be someday, instead of a lowly cobbler, the kind of scum that would sell their own child to pay the bills.
When he escapes the House of Hope, he could've had a normal life again. But Raphael's words still echo in his head.
And he insists, it made me stronger.
It gave me my destiny.
I would've been nothing, if I'd never been sold.
I would've been happy...and so what?
What use is happiness to anyone?
So he grows up wrong.
He sells Karlach for his own purposes. Maybe he feels a flicker of guilt, because he knows what it's like to suffer in the hells, but he brushes it off.
He's better than his parents, who probably never ever regretted selling him, as they never bothered to try and find out what happened to him.
He shouldn't feel bad for this kid that he's adopted.
And isn't that just...sad, how abuse cycles down like that?
At least Karlach wasn't like that.
At least Karlach was never going to push that down on someone else.
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FOUND? who cares when you're gone by camellialice (M, 22k, WangXian, Hades (Video Game) Fusion, Canon-Typical Levels of Self-Sacrifice, Canon-Typical Levels of Spitting Up Blood, Canon-Typical Levels of Pining) this is a bit of a stretch, but 'who cares when you're gone' by camellialice on ao3 might be #6 on the fic finder. it has the gold blood / red blood thing but not the mo xuanyu part of the ask.
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7. Hi can you help me find a fic I read a couple of years ago? It was a modern au where all the sect heirs were sent to another planet/alternate reality (?) for some kind of reality TV show. I think JGS was behind it but for some reason also sent JZX. I remember that NMJ is killed while they are trying to escape and WWX stays behind alone to allow the rest to escape. He has to survive in a wintery wilderness until the others manage to rescue him. Thanks for your help. @i-amnotawriter
FOUND? and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fantasy, Reality TV, Arctic Survival, Blood Magic, Blood and Gore, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Harm, Bloodletting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Animal Death, Hunting, Mild Sexual Content)
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8. helluu! i have this one fic that i really want to re-read, but i cant find it for the life of me. i remember it was pretty long and so well written so i really hope you can help. what i remember is it took place during (after?) the guanyin temple arch, and i think JGY forced WWX to make a time travel array for him. dont remember much but i belive WWX LXC NHS and JC end up sacrificing themselves to get the array working and they send back the junior quartet to the time of Jin Lings one month anniversary party (i just remember random facts from here and there) but i think the try to fix things up with jin zixuan’s death so it doesn’t happen..? i hope any of that makes sense. could you please help me find it? @constant-brainrot-24-7
FOUND? ❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)
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9. Hi! It's me again hahaha.
I was reading a fic and suddenly I remembered another fic, but I can't find it in my bookmarks. It's a Canon Divergence where WQ transfer the half of the golden core back to WWX with the permission of JC.
I hope you can help me, thanks ☺️. @wangxiansgirl
FOUND! The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou ( E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)
Not FOUND in this place where we don't have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian)
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10. 👋Hello! I'm a big fan of your blog! ❤️ I've seen that you help to find fics and I'd like to ask for help to find one. 🙏
It's a Wangxian and takes place after the war ¿? 🤔 I think. I remember that Lan Zhan has to accumulate power in his golden core and then transfer it to Wei Ying.
And Idk if it's the same fanfic, I think not, but Lan Zhan has to create a second golden core for Wei Ying.
I'm sorry, that's all I can remember. I have a terrible memory. Please help 🙏😔
FOUND? 🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 141k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ) I remember a scene where LWJ gives WWX the second core he slowly grew over the years specifically for him in this one? - Mod C
FOUND? these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, …eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, like really unreasonable amounts of pining, Slow Burn) i'm not sure about the details, but maybe this fits? iirc lwj starts cultiivating a new core during sunshot and gives it to wwx right after
FOUND? three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, Medical Procedures, Demonic Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)
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11. Hi,This fic has the whole group thinking wei ying commited suicide but actually he ran away thinking everyone hates him and living in streets. Accidentally meets Lanzhan in a coffee shop who feels connected to him even though LZ thinks he is Mo xuanyu. starts taking care of him and the huisang plots to reveal weiying to all so things happen.LZ is super protective and its super angsty. Also LZ sleepwalks. Know the fic? @mridhu6
FOUND! Where You Fell by Sweet_William (E, 303k, wangxian, 3zun, NHS/JC, JYL/JZX, modern, coffee shop au, angst w happy ending, homeless au, pining, getting together, slow burn, implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, self-esteem issues, autistic character, WWX has ADHD, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced sex work, implied/referenced substance abuse) but i dont remember reading about some of the details the asker mentioned, so it might not be the same fic
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12. Hello! Read a fic a couple months ago and have been scouring the internet to find it for the past week. (My apologies for the very bad recalling of what happened in the fic) Anyway, basic plot points that i remember was wwx had been asked to paint lwj bedroom walls and was given a key to his apartment (fairly sure they were already friends before this tho) also lwj had a pet rabbit that wwx would often feed. Sorry! I know there's not much to work with it for finding fic but I'd really appreciate @mopdopplophop
FOUND? show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, modern, artist au, communication failure, pining, angst w happy ending, demisexual WWX, mentioned past LWJ/OMCs, eventual smut, gossip, getting together, crack treated seriously, friends to friends w benefits to lovers, WWX pov)
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13. Hi! I'm trying to find a fic I've read a while ago. On that fic, an old person at Yilling confuses Wwx with a woman, and gives him a discount because they think he's a young woman who was abandoned with her son by her husband. Wwx starts dressing as a woman to gain people's sympathy and get discounts. He accidentally describes his husband as being Lwj, and when Lwj goes to Yilling people all but siege him because they think he's the scoundrel who abandoned his wife and son.
FOUND? Mother Knows Best by misbehavingvigilante (M, 12k, wangxian, canon divergence, crossdressing, food issues, gender identity, gender noncomforming, trans WWX, poverty)
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14. A) Hi, I'm trying to find a fic where its female wei ying who becomes pregnant with twins and is perilously I'll so lan zhan volunteers to marry her but something about a caravan attacked by jin and her becoming so I'll happens.. any idea
B) Hi, I'm trying to find a fic where wei ying is disguised as lan zhans bride fo be and weirdly makes friends with lan Quiren by being he model in law? @quxxnrandonmness27
14B)
FOUND? Wei Wuxian, Who’s That? by bumbledees (T, 48k, wangxian, crossdressing, pining, sibling feels)
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15. Hi could you help me find this fic, I think it's been deleted
I know the summary went like this
Wei Wuxian begins weakly, but Lan-laoshi, cruel as he is, continues speaking.“Well? I have provided you with three choices. You move, you act, or you let Wangji tutor you after school.” Lan-laoshi raises an eyebrow. “I, of course, recommend option two, as it would solve everyone’s problems, but alas. Teenagers.”He should choose to move classes. Lan-laoshi is right – it would help him focus, and it would help his grades, and Madam Yu would be less disappointed in him than she usually is. And Lan Wangji would be rid of him, which would undoubtedly make him more comfortable in his own damn class.But Wei Wuxian is weak. And horrible, and selfish, and so he chooses the third option. “Lan Wangji,” he says, turning to him with pleading eyes, “Lan-er-gege, light of my life – would you terribly mind tutoring me after school?”
Any help would be appreciated @imgonnablogtheworldtodeath
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16. Hi so i read this fic but i cant remember its name.this is a fic in which wangxian adopt a abused ayuan .he was abused by xue yang i think.and they adopt him and ayuan still has that trauma but slwlu overcomes it @rosy1324
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17. Hii for the next fic finder pls help me with a story where
wwx gets de aged (post canon) and doesn’t remember that Jiang Yanli is dead but he gets happy to see jin Ling even says something about JY to him (that he should address him better cause he’s his nephew). Then he goes to lotus pier because he wants to be with JC but he starts remembering more things and is sent back to cloud recess. The more the time pases the more he remembers and he gets where he remembers the wens, he’s happy to see Sizhui but discontented with the fact that after all he dies.
After that, His body kind of shuts down (replicating the years that was dead) and lwj has to keep passing energy so he doesn’t die and after a week or something he finally wakes up with full memory of what happened.
Thank you!! 💙💙
FOUND? Rewritten by yamadori (Katsumi27) (G, 6k, wangxian, JC & WWX, age regression/de-aging, hurt/comfort)
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18. Fic Finder for a twitter thread fic? It was Modern AU, LQR POV, and he was Convinced WWX was abusive toward LWJ. LWJ gets very sick and isn't answering LQR's phonecalls, and LQR assumes WWX is isolating LWJ from his family; it's implied LWJ had actually pulled away from LQR because of LQR's behavior. WWX and LWJ owned a farm with the wens and were raising a-Yuan. LQR goes to the farm for the first time and ends up seeing how much WWX cares for LWJ. @lewiscarrolatemybrain
FOUND? Twitter thread by enigmatree
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19. Hi! Can you help me find a fic? it is a time travel fic wherein Wangxian, Ayuan, Xicheng time traveled in the middle of Past wwx and jzx's fight? Yilling Laozu was hurt and he's craddling ayuan. There's also a part where the past characters thought HGJ and YLL were married and had a child which is Ayuan. It is also not Xicheng friendly if I remembered correctly. Thank you! @sandralyne07
FOUND? How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, YP!WWX, twin prides of yunmeng are horrified at the relationship between their future selves, YP!WWX has short hair, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, wangxian get together early, Songfic, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing)
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20. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where I think WWX was a dragon or fox who imprinted on LWJ and refused to leave him. I don’t remember much but I think there was a scene where LXC says he can’t do anything about it because dragons/foxes are celestial beings and that LWJ should study some books… or something like that.
FOUND? To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)
#20 sounds like a fic where Wei ying was a literal tiny noodle dragon 🐉 that literally imprinted on lan zhan and would ride on his shoulders and go to classes with him lol and they had to research how to get him back to human form. Wei ying apparently was messing around with arrays or something and sumoned and then was trapped by a celestial dragon being form. they fix it and then Wei ying becomes human and wakes up in bed with lan zhan lol
FOUND? Strange Magic by Sabinasan (T, 18k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Cursed WWX, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing)
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Possession (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)
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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader
Summary: After catching another alpha making unwanted advances on you, Rick makes the younger man watch as he claims you all over again, showing that you are indisputably his.
Set in the early Alexandria days (s5).
A light sequel to my other story, ‘the Claim’, but this can be read independently.
A/N: If you haven’t read ‘the Claim’, basically Reader is Hershel’s daughter but can be read as any race (as in you can picture her as adopted etc.).
If you have read it, then just note that Lori still died giving birth to Judith, making Shane completely lose his sanity and he’s no longer around either (the reason why can be left up to your imagination). Like in the show, Rick has adopted Judith as his own and you both act as her parents but that is only mentioned and doesn’t play any serious role in this oneshot.
I’m really unsure about this one because the scenario is pretty fucked up lmao but hopefully it’s not complete and utter trash 😅
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, there’s some non-consensual kissing and touching from an original male character, Rick being feral, dominant, possessive and a little bit dark, submissive reader, smut, brief orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, Rick and reader are true mates, reverse-voyeurism I guess? Since Rick is literally getting off by making someone else watch... reader is female and wears traditionally female clothing.
Word Count: 3,989
Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune
Rick couldn’t help but feel uneasy and keep his guard up in the early days after arriving in Alexandria. After losing the farm and then later the prison, it was only natural that the whole group felt on edge. It felt too good to be true and it reminded him a little of Woodbury, making him wonder if Alexandria was also putting up some kind of front.
Ultimately though, Rick wanted it to be everything it presented itself as, because the group needed a win after the hell they’d all been through. So, Rick was determined to try and make it work; and he knew that he could eventually – at least once he put a certain alpha in his place.
It hadn’t escaped his attention how a younger alpha kept hanging around you, his omega. It bothered him, deep down, that the other man was closer to you in age and the way he made you laugh and smile with whatever stupid things he was saying.
But Rick knew that the interactions were just friendly on your part. Your eyes had never strayed in all the time you’d been together, but that didn’t subdue the possessiveness he felt over you. The problem was the other alpha, Dylan, and the clear interest he had in you, despite you being claimed by Rick long ago.
The way he touched you – light brushes against your skin that could have easily been explained away as an accident, but Rick knew it was much more than that – it made his blood boil. Rick had seen you grow uncomfortable more than once, but your new job, assigned to you by Deanna, meant that you would have to work closely with the other alpha. He didn’t like it, but he knew that he had nothing solid to prove that Dylan was doing anything wrong. At least not yet.
His irritation only got worse when he came back to the house you’d been given, early in the evening one day after he’d been discussing things with Deanna. Because the first thing he saw was Carol, holding Judith, and no sign of you. The two of you had adopted the little girl as your own after Lori’s death, so the fact that you weren’t the one looking after her was out of the ordinary. His eyes scanned the rest of the living room, but you were nowhere to be found and it set him on edge.
“She went off to help someone,” the beta woman told him calmly, sensing his uneasiness.
“Who?” He grit out, already knowing the likely answer.
“Dylan,” she replied with a hint of trepidation, knowing he wouldn’t like it. “Wanted some advice on that wild horse that was brought in.”
It was a logical reason to ask for your help, since you had plenty of experience with horses due to growing up on the farm. Not to mention the fact that Dylan was in charge of looking after any livestock in Alexandria and you were tasked with working alongside him. But Rick knew there had to be an ulterior motive on the other alpha’s part, so he didn’t even say another word to Carol before he turned and headed back out the door in search of you.
You were in the stables of Alexandria, stroking along the nose of the wild, yet beautiful mare that had been successfully captured, trying to calm it as it grew restless in its stall.
“I’ll try to spend some time with her every day,” you told Dylan, your attention still on the mare. “Gain her trust first before we try to do anything with her.”
“Thanks, Y/N,” the young alpha replied, moving closer to you.
His arm brushed against yours and you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling growing inside of you. You turned to face him and tried to put some distance between you both, but he just kept coming closer.
“You know,” he said, getting right up in your space. “It’s gonna be really nice having you around here to help.”
“Uh… thanks?” You replied, dread filling you at the way he wouldn’t stop coming closer and closer.
“And it’s just an added bonus that you’re easy on the eyes,” he continued, looking you up and down.
He had backed you up against the nearest wall and now his scent was all around you. It was suffocating and unpleasant, because it wasn’t Rick’s familiar and comforting scent. The fear just grew inside you at the lack of your alpha’s presence.
“Dylan... Rick will lose it if he hears you say something like that,” you warned, knowing better than anyone just how protective your alpha could be.
“That old man?” He scoffed, causing anger to rise within you. “What’s he gonna do?”
Dylan pressed his body against yours and you struggled, trying to move away, but he took hold of your arms and pinned you in place.
“Come on, Omega,” he tried to convince you and you hated the way that word sounded coming from his mouth. “You need a real Alpha. One who can keep up with you.”
If only he knew… you thought to yourself, thinking that you were the one usually left exhausted as you tried to keep up with Rick’s stamina.
“What?” You asked, with annoyance, trying to mask your discomfort. “Someone like you? Give me a break…”
“Don’t worry,” he snarled, his face so close that you were forced to look him in the eye. “I’ll make you forget him. I’ll make it so the only name you remember is mine.”
“Seriously,” you fought against him again. “Just cut it out. You don’t want to see him angry.”
“You reek of him,” was Dylan’s only response.
“What do you expect? He’s my mate.”
“That’s never stopped me before,” he grinned.
He pushed his hips against you so that you could feel how excited he was by the idea. It only repulsed you and made you turn your head away in disgust.
“Please, don’t do this…” you pleaded with him, truly scared now as you realised the full depth of his intentions.
“That’s right,” he chuckled darkly. “Beg, little Omega.”
Then he took hold of your face roughly, turning it back to look at him before his lips forced themselves onto yours. You kicked your legs and grunted against him in anger, trying desperately to get away, but his hold on you was steadfast and you weren’t able to escape.
You hated it, every fibre of your being screaming out that this was wrong and wondering where the hell Rick was. It was more than just another man forcing himself on you. It was like trying to mess with nature, because the claiming bite Rick had placed on your neck linked you to him intrinsically. It joined you physically and emotionally, so another man touching you was like torture.
You gasped for air, relief filling your body when Dylan’s body was ripped away from yours. The relief didn’t last long, though, because you caught sight of your alpha, enraged and completely out of control. You wiped the back of your hand against your mouth, wishing you could erase what had just happened.
Rick was fuming and pushed the other alpha to the ground before plummeting his fists into the younger alpha’s face. His eyes were feral with an untamed fury over another man touching you in that way.
“Rick…” you called out softly, trying to get his attention.
Despite his anger being completely warranted, and the way you still felt disgusted over the other alpha’s unwanted touch, you needed Rick to calm down. Because if he didn’t, it could jeopardise the new home you had all found.
But Rick either didn’t hear you or refused to listen, continuing to brutally beat the other alpha down into the ground. You winced when you heard the tell-tale sound of bones breaking and saw the way Dylan’s head whipped to the side from the force of Rick’s assault.
When most of the younger man’s face was a mix of dark bruising and bright, red blood, Rick finally let up, his chest heaving and his eyes still absolutely feral. He stood up, leaving Dylan on the ground, the younger man coughing and wheezing in his defeat.
Then Rick’s gaze met your terrified one and his expression softened as he made his way over to you. His eyes and hands searched you frantically, making sure that you were okay, and you looked at the broken skin of his knuckles with concern.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” his voice cracked as he spoke, and then he was resting his forehead against yours.
“F-for what?” You stammered out, still in shock from it all.
“I wasn’t here,” he elaborated, his hands resting protectively on your hips. “To stop him from doing that to you."
“You’re here now,” you pointed out, your fingers stroking soothing patterns across his cheek. “But… you shouldn’t have done that. Won’t Deanna get mad?”
You looked over at the other alpha, still lying on the ground, but now unmoving. Seeing the way your concern only deepened, Rick followed your gaze and his mood darkened again. He moved away from you, striding back over to the man who was the reason for his current rage.
Bending down, he grabbed hold of the collar of the younger man’s shirt with one hand, pulling him up slightly before he hit across Dylan’s face with his other hand. The other alpha startled back awake with a groan, eyes barely keeping open from how swollen they’d become.
Rick pulled him up, dragging his body until it was propped up against the wall that he’d previously held you against. Then, he bent right down to look straight into the other alpha’s eyes, every part of him seething as he was only just holding back from killing the younger man.
“No, you don’t get to pass out,” Rick drawled out, voice low and gruff with barely restrained fury. “You’re gonna watch. You’re gonna see everything and take it all in until you understand that she’s mine. And afterwards, assuming that you get to live, if you ever even look at her again, I’ll do more than just break your jaw.”
You stared at your alpha with confusion, wondering what exactly he intended for the other man to see. Then Rick stepped back before turning to look at you again and the unrestrained lust that entered his eyes as he took you in made you both nervous and excited.
“Rick…” you said again, backing up and away from him.
He stalked you like you were his prey, but it was different to when the other alpha had done it. Because Rick was yours and you were his. And sooner or later, he would have you however he wanted you. Your back hit resistance and you realised that you were trapped again, but now there was only desire and anticipation filling you at the thought of what he had in mind.
“Omega,” he said lowly, caging your body with his. “Tell me what he said to you. What he wanted to do.”
Your eyes widened at his request, but you had never seen him so completely feral, so raw with anger. Reluctantly, you decided to obey him, not wanting to push him any further.
“He…”
You faltered, feeling nervous, but Rick gave you a reassuring look, telling you he wouldn’t be angry. Not with you anyway.
“He… he said he would show me what a real alpha is like…” you admitted hesitantly.
Rick’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t interrupt. You didn’t like repeating it, but deep down, in the darkest depths of your mind, you enjoyed how possessive he was of you. That alone gave you the courage to continue.
“He wanted to take me, despite the fact I’m yours. Wanted me to beg him to stop…”
You looked away, but that was enough for Rick. He gently turned your head back to face him and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip tenderly.
“I’m here now,” he repeated your earlier words. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You nodded, trusting him completely and he leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours. The familiar, but no less perfect sensation made all of the tension you felt fade away. His mouth reclaimed your own, washing away any traces of the other alpha and reminding you that you were Rick’s and his alone. His to claim, his to protect and his to love.
Just like every other time that he kissed you, the world around you seemed to melt away and you forgot that you weren’t alone. You forgot everything except for Rick. So, you gave no resistance when his hands moved up your thighs and under your skirt. Your only reaction was to let your hips buck up with need when his fingers came into contact with your core.
He pushed your flimsy panties to the side, allowing him to feel you properly and tease you senseless. You quickly grew wet, your body perfectly tuned to respond eagerly to his touch. Rick knew exactly what you wanted, understanding what drove you towards euphoric release.
He thrust his fingers inside of you, while his thumb moved over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. It rubbed in circular motions, occasionally flicking over the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. You moaned shamelessly, clinging to the soft lapels of his jacket.
It was that dark brown suede one, with the woollen collar that he always seemed to be wearing when he unleashed his anger on someone, after they pissed him off. Seeing him in it, earlier that day, that should have been a warning sign telling you that something bad was going to happen.
But in that moment, he had never looked more desirable as his head pulled back and you took in the raw lust in his piercing blue eyes. Tendrils of his curly hair fell down onto his face and his lips were swollen from the force of the kiss you’d just shared. He was determined to prove a point and it left you aching for him.
“You’re so wet, ‘mega,” he groaned out, fingers still plunging in and out of your pussy. “Just for me, right?”
“Only for you, Alpha,” you responded instantly, biting down on your lower lip in an attempt to stifle your moans.
“What do you want, baby?” He asked, fingers curling inside of you. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” was your breathless reply. “I need you. Your cock… inside me...”
“Beg for it.”
“What?” You asked, in a daze.
Rick pulled his fingers from you abruptly, ignoring the way you whined at the sudden empty feeling they left behind. He grabbed hold of you, turning you around until you were facing the other alpha – the man you’d forgotten was even there. He was still conscious but barely keeping his eyes open. Yet, his attention was fixed on the two of you.
“Oh god…” you whispered with embarrassment at the sudden reminder of his presence.
“Did you forget we had company, baby?” Rick asked, pressing his chest against your back as his arms held tightly to your waist. “He’s going to watch you come undone. He’s going to learn that you’re mine. Only mine.”
“Rick…”
“I told you, sweetheart,” he continued. “If you want my cock, you have to ask for it. Give him what he wanted, let him hear you beg. For me.”
“Fuck,” you groaned in response, unable to deny how turned on you were by his show of dominance.
Rick pushed down on your back, bending you forward slightly as his leg moved between yours. Your thighs spread instantly, letting him settle between them and his strong hands pushed your skirt up so that you were fully exposed to him.
Then he we went still, holding you there but no longer moving. You realised what he was waiting for, but it was humiliating to think of begging him in front of someone else.
“Omega,” he warned.
One of his hands left you and you heard the tell-tale sign of him unbuckling his belt. Just the thought of him being so close but unwilling to touch you until you did as he demanded broke your resolve.
“Oh god,” you whined out, desperate for his touch. “Please, Rick…”
The sound of his belt hitting the floor from behind you made you even more needy, because he still wasn’t touching you how you wanted him to.
“You can do better than that, ‘mega,” he replied calmly.
“Please, Alpha. Please fuck me, I need it.”
You no longer cared that you had an audience. Rick was an expert at making you come undone for him and you were at the point where you’d do anything that he asked if it meant he would give you what you so desperately craved. A deep moan escaped you when he took hold of your hips, pressing you back against him.
You realised that his pants were pulled down, allowing his hardened length to rub against you tantalisingly. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t where you ached for him to be.
“Go on,” he coaxed you with a groan, wanting more. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need your cock,” you replied obediently. “Only yours.”
“Why?”
“Because… oh, fuck,” you faltered briefly as his erection brushed against your clit. “Because you’re the only one who can make me feel good.”
“That’s right,” he agreed, pleased with your words. “And where do you want it, baby?”
“Rick!” You whined, unable to comprehend how he was so composed or how he still wasn’t satisfied.
“Tell me,” he insisted, one hand tugging at your hair and pulling your head back.
“I need your cock inside me,” you gave in. “Deep inside my pussy. Please, please, please… I need it so badly!”
“Such a dirty mouth,” he let out a light laugh.
“Rick, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Okay, baby,” he soothed you, lining himself up at your entrance. “Since you begged me so nicely.”
He didn’t wait for a response, thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock pushing in, right to the hilt. The moan that escaped you was primal and desperate as your pussy clenched around him in response.
“See how well she responds to me?” Rick asked, no longer talking to you.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you attempted to block it out. But it was impossible, because your body was so acclimated to taking in his every word.
“You know,” he continued, still pounding into you from behind. “She’s still just as tight as the first time I fucked her. This pussy was made for me. Enjoy the show, because this is the only time you’ll ever see her like this.”
“Rick,” you cried out, going crazy from the way he was speaking. “Oh god, don’t stop!”
It ashamed you how much it turned you on. You were absolutely dripping, not only from his actions, but from his possessive display of dominance.
“Hear that?” He continued taunting the other man. “This is how an alpha fucks his omega. And you? All you can do is watch.”
“Please, I’m so close…” you begged, your mind in an absolute daze.
“No,” Rick denied, his words now meant for you. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”
You whined obstinately, but you both knew that he had you wrapped around his finger and that you’d do whatever he said. Your body rocked forward with every brutal thrust, and he knew exactly what he was doing to you, but he still had a point to prove.
“She’s mine,” Rick grit out, sounding like he was getting closer to the edge – of both his release and his sanity. “Every single part of her is attuned to me. If she begs, it’ll be because I tell her to. The only alpha she’s ever gonna know is me.”
It was like a sweet sense of euphoria when his hand moved down between your legs, and he brought his attention back to your aching clit.
“You’re so good to me, aren’t you baby?” He praised, his lips right by your ear.
“Yes,” you replied, desperate to cum. “Yes, only for you, Rick.”
His thumb rubbed over your sensitive nub and your pussy contracted around him in response.
“That’s it,” he coaxed you, voice low and reverberating through his chest against your back. “Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you squeezing around me.”
“Fuck!” You moaned out desperately as he flicked his thumb over your clit and sent your body crashing over the edge.
Rick let out desperate sounds of his own as he pushed into you deeply, holding you steady against him. Then, the hand he still had holding onto your hair forced your head to tilt to the side, offering your neck to him.
His head bent down and his lips came into contact with your mating gland before he sunk his teeth into the skin, reclaiming you so that there would be no doubt about who you belonged to. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream – it was partly from pain, as the old wound was reopened, but mostly it was from a deep and intense sense of pleasure as he re-staked his claim.
Then you felt his cock twitch before he came deep inside of you, his other hand resting over your lower abdomen possessively. Rick kept you close to him, making sure you took every last drop while his tongue soothed the spot on your neck that would always keep you tied together.
He traced light patterns along your stomach, comforting you as you both came down from your high. Eventually, he pressed one last kiss to your sensitive gland before pulling back and sliding out of you. He fixed your skirt, moving it back down before he righted his own clothing, pulling his pants back up and covering himself again.
You swayed a little on the spot, still in a bit of a daze. He seemed instantly aware of how exhausted and spent your body was, because he wrapped his arms around you, turning you to face him.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he promised. “I’ve got you.”
Your head fell to his chest, and you let out a content sigh as he pulled you into a protective hug. When your body had settled and you were able to support yourself, Rick pulled away and brought his attention back to the other alpha.
Dylan began breathing heavily as Rick walked back over to him. But he was so beaten, bloody and bruised that he couldn’t seem to say anything. You watched as your alpha gave him one last, hard punch to the face, knocking him out cold again.
“Rick, this is not good,” you said, reality and all its repercussions coming back to you. “Once Deanna finds out –”
“Hey,” he cut you off, moving back over to you. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, okay?”
His expression had softened again, and he reached out to take your hands in his. You wanted to trust him, because he’d never let you down before, but Alexandria was so different to what you’d experienced since the loss of the farm, and you didn’t want to lose the sense of security and normalcy that it provided.
“Y/N,” he held your gaze, his voice filled with conviction. “I love you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You couldn’t hold back a smile at his words, and you nodded, letting your instinct to trust him overcome all of your doubts.
“I love you too,” you replied softly.
He grinned in response, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a gentle and loving kiss. As usual, everything else seemed to fade away until all that was left was Rick and your unwavering faith in him.
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#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x f!reader#rick grimes/reader#alpha rick grimes#alpha!rick grimes x omega!reader#omega reader#rick grimes smut#rick grimes fanfic#twd smut#twd fanfic#female reader#rick grimes x you#rick grimes/you
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Tomarry / tomarrymort fic rec
i never thought i would like this ship but edits of fancast Tom Hughes has convinced me...
masterlist (incl. wolfstar, drarry, jegulus)
more to be added
Fortune Telling - TreacleTeacups
fortune telling, divination, persephone au | T | 1.5k
Don't Be Boring - duplicity, eleven_eaves, thegreenmagician
alternate universe, harry and tom attend hogwarts, established relationship, crack, master of death harry | M | 1.5k
Changelings - TreacleTeacups
time travel, kid fic, humour, established relationship, mamma bear harry | T | 1.7k
He Who Knows Too Much (and I, Who Knows Nothing) - coribbit
time travel, fix-it, seer harry, obsessive tom | T | 1.9k
It's All in a Day for Ron Weasley (professional best friend and undercover seer) - atlantablack
crack, seer ron, canon what canon | G | 2.5k
My Parallel - ColdEmergency
angst, hurt/comfort, alt universe, they both grew up in the orphanage, dirty talk, open ending | M | 2.5k
and they were roommates - purplemineralwater
modern setting, gogglebox au, smitten tom, flirting, domestic, harry has a crush, people ship them | M | 2.5k
Thanks for Harry - duplicity
both attend hogwarts, humour, fluff, pining, oblivious harry, romance | G | 4k
Observations of a Pureblood Heir - temptresslove
slytherin harry, tom and harry are in denial, fluff, unresolved sexual tension | T | 4.5k
Anemone - A_Single_Cactus
jealous and possessive tom, smut, top tom, oblivious ginny, scheming | E | 5k
Serendipity - Alissia
omega verse, porn no plot, soft tom, minister tom, mating cycles, bottom harry | E | 6.5k
letters of seduction (apparently) - purplemineralwater
office au, modern setting, sane tom, boss/employee, truth or dare, seduction, age difference | M | 7k
Like We Really Mean It - crowthing, Divida, eleven_eaves
fake relationship, tom needs a perfect image to be minister, smut, friends with benefits, quidditch player harry | E | 7k
play in reverse - BonesOfBirdWings
role-reversal, dark lord harry, age difference, surrealism, pre-slash | T | 7k
Hidden Away - Misty Shadowbrook (Dagger_Stiletto)
soulmates, child abuse, protective tom, cursed harry, alt universe, no voldy | T | 10k
Eudaimonia - duplicity
time travel, child abuse, angst, age difference, happy ending, harry kinda helps raise tom | E | 15k
tempor · al | ary - asterismal (asterisms)
time travel, established relationship, voldy wins, threesome | E | 16k
Yuletide Discussions - J_L_Hynde
time travel, discussion of wizard politics, tom lusting harry, alt reality, auror harry | M | 18k
Relativity. - Ideasofmarch
time travel, fix-it, BAMF harry, morally grey harry, slytherin harry | M | 18k
Enoument - Accipitae
master of death harry, harry grows up with tom in orphanage, time travel, homophobia, angst | M | 22k
The Way to a Man’s Heart - mosiva
sarcastic harry, no voldy, politician tom, chef harry, timeline mashup | T | 24k
Until Midnight Comes - Divida
cinderella fusion, crack treated seriously, mistaken identity, soulmates, obsessed harry, drunk sex, post-hogwarts | E | 26k
The Path Least Taken - Living_Free
crack, humour, de-aged harry, papa voldy, voldy makes friends, found family, sirius forced to co-parent | 35k
Where The Heart Is - thecunningserpent (Panthere)
sane tom, powerful harry, possessive tom, they attend hogwarts together, slytherin harry, fluff, courting | E | 36k
If we could turn back time - MBlack93
master of death harry, magically powerful, time travel, fix-it, sane tom, slytherin harry, bamf harry, knights of walpurgis | E | 54k
Heir Apparent - MonsieurClavier
time travel, sane voldy, voldy adopts harry, pseudo-incest, powerful harry, possessive behaviour, enemies to friends to lovers, humour | E | 61k
Inventing Paradoxes - Ailora
harry and tom attend hogwarts together, falling in love, tom outsmarting himself, oblivious harry, fluff and angst, triwizard tournament | G | 62k
Game On, Your Move - Ailora
time travel, crack treated seriously, obsessive tom, sassy harry, time loop, eventual happy ending, enemies to lovers | T | 75k
Tip of Your Tongue - Spork_in_the_Road
time travel, fix-it, morally grey harry, dumbledore critical, slow burn, mystery | M | 78k
At the end of every road - sassysquatch
time travel, obsessive harry and tom, mutual manipulation, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, class issues, politically motivated marriage | M | 84k WIP 1 last chapter
Too old to be this young - Nadia_Castillo
modern setting, everyone lives, boss/employee, minister tom, master of death harry | M | 88k WIP
you belong to me (i belong to you) - Child_OTKW
time travel, slytherin politics, mind games, auror harry, slytherin harry, master of death harry, PLS READ ALL TAGS | 112k
good night, darling - purplemineralwater
time travel, fix-it, master of death harry, slytherin harry, knights of walpurgis, possessive tom, sane tom, hurt/comfort, slow burn | E | 138k
Praeclarus Anguis - KaedeRavensdale
time travel, slytherin harry, possessive behaviour, tom has met his match | M | 172k
Diablerie - Oceanbreeze7
bamf tom, sane tom, time travel, ptsd, book 5, mental health issues, canon divergence | T | 176k
47 Days to Change (a translation) - snow_owl01
time travel, slow burn, dubious consent, alt universe | E | 200k
Dreams and Darkness Collide - Epic Solemnity (Dark_Cyan_Star)
alt universe, dubious morality, dark, seriel killers, dark harry | M | 209k WIP
The Rise of a Dark Lord - LittleMissXanda
dark harry, voldy takes an interest, golden era | M | 228k WIP
draw me after you (let us run) - ToAStranger
slow burn, canon divergence, horcrux hunting, enemies to lovers | E | 238k WIP
His Darkest Devotion - Lomonaaeren
canon divergence, soulmates, minister tom, heavy angst, drama, spy harry, suicidal thoughts | M | 257k
What He Grows To Be - Severus_divides_into_H
unhealthy relationships, obsessive and possessive tom, master of death harry, time travel, tom raised by harry, self-harm, psychological torture | M | 266k
What Souls Are Made Of - Emeralds_and_Lilies
golden trio accidently time travel, angst, mind games, unhealthy relationships, slow burn | E | 278k
#tomarry#harry potter fic rec#tomarry fic rec#harry potter x tom riddle#harry potter x voldemort#tomarrymort
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To Withered alive Madrigals: What do you feel about Isabela now after she attacked Mirabel?
Yeah, there’s too many people alive and not enough font colours for this 😂. When did they remove yellow? Anyways…
Mirabel is petrified as previously established.
Luisa is one of the few who gets over her shock. Yeah, it’s shocking, but Isabela committed crimes and should face the consequences for them.
Julieta and Agustín are in shock, they are doing the best to be there for the boys. Considering the idea of adopting them, though the girls aren’t pleased about gaining Camilo as a brother.
The boys themselves aren’t too focused on Isabela, understandably more of the loss of their parents and Dolores.
Alma is kind of in denial about the whole thing, she doesn’t believe her perfect Isabela would. She believes Mirabel has something to do with this, at least from a magic side, but has no proof so doesn’t do much with it.
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"Even I still can't believe he's gone..." (Batfam fanfic)
The Batcave was mostly quiet with the exception of the screeching of bats and the fluttering of their wings. Then the roar of the Batmobile echoed the cave as Batman returned to his home. Bruce pushed the door open, half-expecting someone to be there with him when he got out of the car. Nobody was there. It had been a few years since it happened, he didn't know why he still expected to see him. He let out a quiet sigh and walked towards the bat computer.
Tonight was mostly quiet with the exceptions of a few lower tier criminals roaming the streets. The only real threat he had to face was the Polkadot man and his arsenal of colorful circles. Barbara would notify him if anything bad was occurring in Gotham, but for now, there was nothing. Maybe tonight there would be some peace in Gotham.
Footsteps from his left made Bruce instinctively reach for the batarang compartment on his utility belt. He only reached away when he saw that it was only Jason with a bag of microwaveable popcorn in hand.
"Jason."
Jason Todd, the feared vigilante known by criminals as the Red Hood became startled at the sight of his adopted father, "Bruce, hey! I didn't think you'd be back so early."
"I figured it would be a short night. Not much is happening.”
Jason chuckled a little, "weird you never call it early. Sometimes Alfred had to pull out the ol' "Anti-awake Spray" just to get you to bed."
Bruce didn't laugh and looked back at the computer, "...yeah."
It was mostly quiet between them. Bruce was typing on the computer to check up on a few things while Jason munched on pop corn.
“Do you ever think he’ll come back?”
Bruce didn’t look at Jason, “why do you ask?”
“Well, we’ve always came back. I did, Dick did, Tim did, Steph did, and hell even Damian did.”
“Dick and Stephanie had both of their deaths faked. They didn’t come back.”
“I mean technically they did, but…I mean not just people in the family. Others have come back from the dead too. Superman is probably the most famous example. I’ve even led a team do the undead.”
“What’s your point?”
“Well, so many dead people have come back, why not Alfred?”
Bruce’s hand hesitated on the keyboard. His eyes moved to the corner of the bat computer’s screen. It had been at least 5-ish years since Alfred had been killed by Bane. He reflected on Jason’s words briefly before speaking.
“You know that I didn’t think you were ever going to come back to life Jason? Nobody did. Sure there were a few moments when I thought you had, but I was never certain. Not until you had made your first appearance as the Red Hood. Sure, I wanted to believe that you could come back. Same with Clark and the others. You all did. But… I was never going to be too certain that they were. Sometimes I was in denial of it, but I came to accept it. I’ll be happy if Alfred comes back, but I don’t think he will…”
“Don’t you miss him?”
“Of course I do, Jason. Alfred took care of me after I lost my parents. He was a father to me. He helped me so much even when I became the Batman. Even I still can’t believe he’s gone…”
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spork au asks!
goddamn thats a weird title. anyway spork leia adventures asks bc i forgot to answer some for a bit soooo as per usual ask multipost!!
LOL i actually got a message from the person you sent it to bc they realised it was probs to me!! thats so funny ngl
LMAO YES she's got the force, thats enough to be a jedi general right? nobody's disagreeing bc if they do they get sporked. everyone meet general leia of the coruscant guard <3 idk if ur idea is funnier or not if they know leia's anakin's biological kid loll
and LMAO YES AMAZING slay yoda reading space vogue and thats SUCH A GOOD MENTAL IMAGE trying to get anakin out the vents. 6'2 of war hero shoved into one temple ventilation shaft, being dragged out by two other war heroes while he yells at them
@freshmiraclecheesecake LMAOO THE CROSSOVER WE DIDN'T KNOW WE NEEDED!!! starkiller is regretting even being born, let alone becoming palps' apprentice rn this is amazing
@phoenixyfriend 1. YES SHE WOULD BE SO HYPED!!! just pogging and pointing at them loll
2. leia's walking out of this au with like 300 parents, including but not limited to; at least one of her biological parents, the corries, and her actual adoptive parents
3. LOL yes. he discovers her presence when he touches a spork and has a psychometry vision of what's happened in this cafeteria and must immediately investigate
@yourfreindlynighborhoodspycrab he's running to the adoption agency immediately
honestly he's probably using the patent pending kenobi technique of Pure Denial <3
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ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS
MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME
[Crocodile x F!OC]
Explicit - 5.5k words / 13 pages
(A/N) One large dick refusing to be contained, two bananawani for a picture perfectly framed. Three excellent sets of nightwear, and four shots that caught genuine care.
Actually, a teenager's absolute worst nightmare.
Nico Robin is a teen in the cruel throes of puberty, peer pressure and that never-ending sense of social shame. For I realised a few days ago that she has a massive gap in her canon from about age 12-ish onward until Crocodile runs into her at 24. So, as her teens match up beautifully with the nuclear disaster that is Crocodile and Shiv's marriage, I decided that what this insane ship really needed was a teenager and zero tools to deal with it. Also, the notion of him having been stuck fake single-parenting Robin after everything went royaly south with Shivs just tickles me, personally.
This story is set around the same time period as ‘Hooked On You’ and ‘The House Always Win’, in Alabaste at Rainbase, mostly in and around Rain Dinners. Because apparently, I am not over these two.
It may be a tad less polished than my usual stuff, because I wrote it at the break of my Christmas morning to deliver it to you all on your Christmas day. Enjoy!
Tag(s): Teenage rage quit. Reprehensible parenting. Several amazing sexy lingerie modelling moments, courtesy of yours truly being horny on main on Christmas morning. We've also got dry humping, hand jobs, some good fingering and dicks breaking containment simply by being that darn large. Graphic sex. Excellent banther. Solid comedy, if I may say so myself. Absolutely filthy language. Shivs too. Girl made him lose his shit. Size difference is still relevant, stretching and edging too. I'd say orgasm denial, though neither was down for that one. At least they got to wreck eachother real good in the end. I'll be over there, helping Robin putting herself back into the system. I'd wanna disappear off the face of the earth, too.
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“You can't do this to me!” Robin all but stamped her feet.
Crocodile glanced away from Shivs to the fuming teenager, smoke escaping him as he caught her angry gaze. “I didn't realise we needed your permission.”
“This is humiliating!” she continued, beside herself with frustration. “I won't be able to show my face in public ever again!”
“You already can't, sweetie,” Shivs said in a tone not even on the same continent as comforting. “What with the World Government looking for you.”
“That’s not the point! You are murdering my social life!” Robin fumed as she glared at her adoptive parents. She'd sooner be an orphan again, she thought angrily. “Like, why are you even doing this? It's not like you need the money!”
Shivs tilted her head, taking the cigarillo from her mouth even. “It's fun?”
Robin switched her angry stare from her to Crocodile, but he was no help. Had the gall to chew that cigar as if he were actually thinking about it.
“What she said,” he said through a cloud of smoke.
“Hrgh!” Robin balled her fists at them. “I hate you both!”
When neither particularly responded to her outburst aside from blowing out more smoke and perhaps raising an eyebrow, she turned and stormed out, slamming his office door.
The Sphinxxx nightwear designer smoothed his tailored jacket with a nervous glance. “Will this be a problem, sir?”
“No.”
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When the photographer's assistant dimmed the ambient light of Crocodile's office to a softly flickering orange, Shivs felt the shift in mood. Of the office space, yes. But also her own, and Crocodile’s. The fact that there were nearly a dozen strangers fussing about them didn’t kill it as much as you'd think.
They'd just changed into the lingerie they were meant to model and were undergoing the fussy attention of the two resident make up artists. It was a nice set, though privately Shivs thought, not quite their style.
Shivs wore a just below hip length tube dress of sheer dark fabric that reminded her of stockings. It had a strip of opaque black silk that went around her pubes and breast only. The effect was interesting, she supposed. Crocodile wore matching boxer briefs made of the same sheer material, with thin opaque strips circling around his hips. However, the patch of cloth meant to obscure his business did not quite do its job as intended. And the fact that it had a subtle black zipper down the middle that appeared to go all the way around seemed like a hazard to her. But, Stefano - the Sphinxx designer who had envisioned these - was not one to argue fashion with, they’d already discovered.
Fortunately, she’d managed to keep Crocodile from blowing the whole thing off at the first confrontation. He sat smoking at his desk now, blowing out smoke and creating personal thunderclouds around his head as one of the make up artists fussed with him. Could be have been far worse. She’d count this a win.
Cussing, Shivs fumbled with the small clap of her necklace behind her neck.
“Turn around, doll,” Crocodile said.
She glanced up to find him beside her, and wondered if he’d used his abilities because the poor make up artist was staring in their direction like a particularly dimwitted calf. Or perhaps he’d simply been rude.
“Thanks,” she said as she turned, bending her neck as she felt his touch against it. It should be illegal that he could unclip those with one hand while she barely managed half the time with two.
“No, no! Absolutely not!” Stefano exclaimed as he came towards them, all hand gestures.
Shivs could tell from the way Crocodile’s touch abruptly stilled that the fashion designer better follow up with a good reason fast.
“Keep the jewellery, it is classy, distinguished,” Stefano said. “This is art.”
Shivs relaxed when she felt the weight of his hand shift against her neck, idly palming the tension from the muslces there. Good save, she thought.
“Ready when you are, Stef,” the photographer said as she tossed her cigarette bud into the nearest ash tray.
Stefano clapped his hands. “Let’s do this.”
An assistant hurried towards them with the ashtray for Crocodile to discard his smoke, but Stefano waved them away. “It adds character, atmosphere.”
And just as well, for it was only half way gone, and it was never a good time to make him stop.
Stefano motioned them towards the desk, though with far more grace this time. “Poses, if you please.”
“C’mon big guy,” Shivs said as she took the curve of his hook and tugged him up from his seat. He rose with due reluctance through a cloud of smoke.
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“They are magnificent!”
Stefano’s breathless exclamation at seeing the dozing bananawani on the rear deck of the casino was especially satisfying. The rest of his crew hung back, exchanging uncertain glances.
“They won’t do anything,” Crocodile rumbled around his cigar. He caught the designer’s gaze. “Unless I tell them to.”
“Haha, noted,” Stefano said with a small laugh soaked in anxiety.
Shivs slid her hand into Crocodile’s as they watched him harry his terrified crew into setting up. “You’re so mean.”
He glanced down at her, then at the busybodies. “Think they'll miss us for six minutes?” he rumbled as he blew out smoke.
“Only six?” she muttered into the skin of his bicep, pressing a kiss against it.
“Hrm.”
There was a note of amusment under the grumpy noise though, and she was glad his mood had shifted for the better again.
“Oh, that is small,” Shivs chortled when they were shown what they’d be wearing this time. Both were unnecessarily complicated looking contraptions of thin black cord holding in place the most minimal bits of cloth necessary to pretend at decency. She cast a cheeky look up at Crocodile. "Can that even contain you?"
Turned out, it couldn’t.
The elastic had been too weak to keep his junk from doing exactly as it pleased, and she was fairly certain she’d cherish the visual of all of it ignoring the thong’s confines for a good long while. In the end, the poor tailor had to thread iron wire through the main cords. Once that was done, they tried again.
“Over here,” Stefano said as he directed them towards the corner of the deck with an unobstructed view of the oasis around Rain Dinners. From this angle, the rest of Rainbase city wasn’t visible and you could fancy yourself in the middle of the Alabaste desert.
“Would it be possible for one of them to be, well, closer?” he asked, his tone carefully polite.
Crocodile audibly patted his naked thigh and made the clack-clack sound from around his cigar that was usually the only warning some unfortunate soul got. Instantly, one of the massive creatures uncoiled from its nap and lumbered towards them, the deck shaking under its heavy steps.
Shivs rubbed the bananawani’s giant snout. “Hello handsome, you’re gonna be a supermodel too?” she cooed at it as the enormous beast settled down around them.
“P-perfect!” Stefano said, seeming equal measures excited and terrified. “Jace, framing?”
The photographer took aim, motioning them this way and that way before she raised a thumbs up. “Good shot. Got both the desert and the animal framing them.”
Shivs leaned against Crocodile’s thigh, a hand on his broad chest as she looked up at him. He reached around her, resting the curve of his hook against the small of her back.
“Turn a little to the camera, darling, just a little,” Jace said. “Yes, perfect. Hold that position.”
Ever so subtly, Shivs pressed up against his hip, a wave of languid pleasure rolling up her spine as if a quiet beach. The small huff that escaped her drew his attention immediately, his hooded gaze snapping unto hers.
“Let’s have a different one. Glass!" Stefano said as he gestured at one of his assistants, who immediately came over to them with a crystal tumbler. "Something sweet, I think. Hold it up as if you're sharing it."
"What was that, doll?" Crocodile rumbled under his breath as he held the tumbler between them, leaning in as if about to drink from it. His gaze snared hers. Every stealthy push of her pussy against his muscular thigh lit a spark of pleasure that threatened to catch fire in her core. The curve of his hook pressed against her lower back as her quiet pants clouded the glass. "You going to cum on my thigh with all of them watching?"
“Oh, perfect!” Stefano exclaimed, oblivious. “Please hold those expressions!”
“Don’t think he’ll be happy if I climb on your cock instead,” she whispered above the glass. "Though I am dying to."
She heard it as much as she felt it - the twack of snapping fabric and the sudden shift of his balls spilling against her thigh as his cock broke containment, erect for all to see.
“Oh-hoh!” Shivs chortled, leaning back as Crocodile cussed, sloshing the drink. He removed his arm from around her but his hook snagged on one of the uncountable bands of the delicate contraption she wore. It snapped and the whole thing came undone around her with a sigh of fabric that would have been satisfying if it had been intentional.
“Oh, dear!” Stefano, his voice pitching up two octaves as the tailor and his assistants rushed in to fix things. The photographer put away her camera and went for a smoke break.
Shivs struggled not to laugh at the tailor’s awkwardly cautious manner while Crocodile glared down at him. “That is never going to fit back in there.”
Stefano gave her a look more panicked than when Crocodile had threatened shutting all of this down. “What are we going to do?!”
Shivs shifted as the tailor’s assistant helped her into a bathrobe. “Well, Stefano,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows. “I know what to do about that.”
He stared at her for a long moment.
Then clapped his hands.
“You heard the lady, everyone out! Out!”
“Soooo,” Shivs said when everyone was gone, running her hand up his hard shaft. “What are we going to do about this?”
Crocodile reached for the back of her head and drew her to him for a kiss. She responded greedily and he drank her eagerness in as the gluttonous creature within him stirred from sleep.
“If you put your pretty pussy around it, you're not coming off any time soon,” he rumbled against her lips when they parted.
"Tempting as that sounds, I suppose we can't."
He was rock hard as she fitted her palms around him, just below the head, and pulled down with short, firm tugs that drew rapidly louder grunts from him. Holding on to his hip, she straddled his thigh again and rode against him with a languid roll of her hips that send sparks of pleasure up her spine as she jerked him off.
When he reached down to rub her clit, she almost immediately lost it, so wound up the whole affair had left her.
"Cum. For me. Doll," he grunted near her ear, his breath hot bursts against the side of her neck.
She whined pitifully as a short, intense orgasm cut through her so sharp and clear that it brought tears to her eyes. Trembling against him as she clenched around his thigh, savouring the sweet after pleasure. When she recovered, his large cock throbbed in her grip, precum leaking down his shaft and running between her fingers.
“I need those pretty thighs of yours, sweetheart.”
“I need you inside me,” she complained as he dislodged her from his thigh. She reached for his neck, tried to drag him on top of her as she spread her legs. The reverberating groan that drew from him did things to her.
“No -ngh- honey.” He struggled to turn her around as she squirmed underneath him. He was this close to shoving his cock into her soaking pussy and fuck them both into a stupor.
Instead, he pulled her up unto her knees and then feet. He leaned unto his hand, dragging her up against him. The angle was awkward, but no matter. He hooked her thighs together, his cock straining between their soft, hot skin. He groaned as he pressed along her slick pussy.
She complained, fingers curling into fists on the wooden boards as she bucked back into his thrusts, his breath hot along her back.
“You wanted the damn photoshoot,” he grunted, picking up his pace.
“I want y-you,” she whined, and he had to force his hook around her waist to keep her from tilting her hips trying to get his cock inside her.
If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop.
He threw his weight around and leaned on his hook instead, so he could reach his hadn between her thighs.
“I know, doll,” he grunted as he rubbed two fingers roughly against her clit, drinking in the way her whines pitched into moans.
“I will - hrng- fuck you. So good. Later.”
“Oh-ah!” She cried out as a second orgasm rushed through her like an oncoming wave and he pounded himself through it with quick, hard thrusts between her trembling thighs. They squeezed around his shaft as he came with a low, drawn out groan that made the bananawani look up. She felt its timbre against her back as he dumped his load on the boards beneath them with a noise that made her bite her lip as she caught his gaze across her shoulder.
By the time the Sphinxxx crew dared approach, they’d settled beside the snoozing bananawani enjoying that glass of brandy and a smoke. It had hardly been enough, but his dick had gone soft and it took the edge off. That’d have to be enough.
“Shit,” Shivs said when she noticed the incriminatingly bar-shaped bruises streaking her left hip.
“Not to worry,” Stefano said quickly. “We can retouch that away.”
“I like it,” Crocodile rumbled against her ear as his fingertips traced her hip.
Shivs stretched against him, nestling into his hold as she sipped the brandy.
“Bet you do,” she said against the glass.
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“Ohhh, it has a little tail! I love that!” Shivs exclaimed when Crocodile had turned around to go where Stefano pointed them.
The last set of nightwear the Sphinxxx designer had brought for them to model was distinctly seasonal. And though not usually one for these kinds of things, Shivs had to admit she didn’t hate it. Predictably, she was wearing a Mrs Santa ensemble that comprised a very short red velvet skirt edged in genuine white fur that felt sinful soft against her skin. It came paired with an impressively v-necked hooded crop top in the same style. She’d opted for stockings and red heels to go with it, because it felt half-finished without them. Stefano had been thrilled.
However, instead of matching Crocodile with a Santa-inspired outfit, they’d actually gone for a reindeer. A very big, very hunky reindeer.
The outfit comprised a short sleeved top that barely reached to his midrif and struggled to contain his pects, and boxer briefs with cut outs at the thighs that only just managed to contain him. The whole affair was a seasonal chocolate brown, except for the smudge of white on the chest, thighs and butt. It had taken some convincing to get him to wear it. Nevermind, the antlered headband. But that, and the boxer brief’s little reindeer tail delivered the whole thing to grace.
No, she definitely didn’t hate it.
They had returned inside, to Rain Dinners' primary casino floor, which had already been decorated the previous weekend for the upcoming season. Stefano had been conflicted about where they’d do the shoot - by the oiled wood and polished brass of the Grand Café bar, or at the colonnade with the nightlights of Rainbase through the window wall? Shivs had casually suggested they could do the shoot at her table, and he’d loved that.
“No, no, lay down flat. Pretend it's grass and this is summer - yes,” Stefano said as Shivs laid down on her stomach on the poker table, leaning on her elbows with her hands under her chin and idly kicking up her feet.
“Good, perfect!” His tone was as cheerful as the decor as he handed her the poker cards. “Hold ‘em like you mean it, darling.”
“Devil’s in the details.” Shivs winked as she tossed the third card back to him, then put down the right amount of community cards as well. “That’s a little too much.”
“That’s not what you said last night,” Crocodile rumbled not even pretending to lower his voice as he leaned over her as instructed.
That drew awkward looks from everyone, and a chortle from her that settled pleasantly in the pit of his stomach as he leaned unto his hand and pretended to be interested in the cards instead of the feel of her damp cunt against his cock. The moist spot discolouring her panties under the short skirt hadn’t lied.
“No, not quite,” Stefano rubbed his chin, then snapped his fingers. “Indicate one of the cards.”
“Well, that’s a solid tell,” Shivs said with a snort.
“Art, art! This is art, not an actual game,” Stefano protested. “Go on, please.”
Crocodile shifted his weight unto his hand, indicating one of the two cards Shivs held with the tip of his hook.
“A little nearer - perfect!”
He leaned in closer as the camera clicked, pressing his cock against her firm butt. “You look like a seasonal treat good enough to eat, doll,” he grunted under his breath.
Shivs arched her back with a little noise, spreading her thighs more to accommodate him. She glanced away from the cards to catch his gaze from the corner of her eye. “Don’t tempt me to take you up on that, Blitzen.”
The rumble at the back of his throat as she felt his cock stiffen against her made her smile at the cards.
When they rounded up the last shot, Stefano came towards them positively aglow. “This was wonderful,” he said in a near reverent tone. “Stunning. Perfect.”
Crocodile lit a cigar, letting the praise shower him. Shivs suspected it smoothed his rankled humours from earlier today.
“Let me gift you any one of these,” the Sphinxxx designer added. “It would be my honour.”
“These ones,” Shivs said immediately. It was the little tail, truly.
Crocodile glanced down at her through a cloud of smoke. Amusement tugged his lips around his cigar.
“What she said.”
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“That what you want, doll?” Crocodile said as he ran his hand up her side and under the top’s red velvet to palm her breast.
“Yes. It will turn out to be the best picture,” Shivs said as she laid down on her stomach and leaned on her elbows, hands under her chin. They were in their bedroom, facing the floor length mirrors opposite the curving window wall, wearing the seasonal set that she’d claimed for them. A cheeky glance at him from across her shoulder. “And I want to see it already.”
“You do look good, doll.” He pushed the short skirt up, fingers running through the soft fur edge and against her warm skin. He palmed her firm butt, pulling the cheeks apart. Her crimson panties were soaked, just as they’d been during the photo shoot.
“My own seasonal treat,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, sliding fingers under her panties and between her wet folds. Her little huff when he pushed two into her slick cunt made his cock throb for its tight embrace. “I wanted to rail you every time your pretty pussy pressed against me.”
“Wish you had,” Shivs said as she arched into his touch, pressed her hips into his palm as his fingers drew sparks of pleasure from her core with their every move. She spread her legs further, wanting him against her the way he’d been during the photo shoot. “Wani, please. Need to feel you against me, on top of me. Like that. Again.”
She whined when he withdrew his fingers, and moaned when she felt his hips and weight settle against her instead. Their gazes crossed in the mirror.
“That what you’d do, doll?” he asked as he leaned over her, all but cheek to cheek as he dry humped against her butt, making her feel his erection. “Come to the stable at night and let all the good reindeer stuff your tight, needy hole like a little slut?”
“I only know a bad one,” she replied with half a moan. “But his cock is the best one.”
“Is that so?” he grunted as he pulled the boxer brief’s crotch out of the way and pushed his hard shaft along her clothed cunt and groaned at how wet the thin fabric of her panties felt.
“He always fucks me good and proper,” she said between huffs of need, pressing back against him to feel more. “I love how his thick dick spreads me open, fills me so fucking good.”
“Like this?” He pulled the soaked fabric aside and shoved his hard cock into her in one smooth thrust, the slick noise of her soaking cunt drawing him in incriminatingly loud in the quiet bedroom.
Her moan broke and set fire to the desire that had been smoldering in his loins.
“Oh, yess!” she whined when she felt him bottom out, stretching her so deliciously around him. The tip boldly pushed against her back walls, wanting to go further still. She cramped around him when he stayed put, pushed back against his hips. “F-fuck me.”
He watched her squirm and claw at their bedsheets. Felt her squeeze so tightly around his shaft it made him clench his teeth. He leaned close against her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “What’s that, doll?”
“F-fuck - ngh- me, damnit,” she cursed as she pushed back against him, desperate for friction, any friction. “Make me f-feel your thick cock. You filthy beast.”
“Beast?” he rumbled with a firm thrust that wrested a groan from him as he blunted against the back wall of her tight hole.
“A-ah! Yes!” she whined half muffled into a fistfull of sheets. “More. Damnit.”
“More?” he grunted into her ear as he locked his hand around her shoulder and his hook behind the far edge of their bed. He wanted, no, needed, to hear her scream for him.
“Ye-ah! Yes!” She’d all but buried her face in their bedsheets, fingers clenching around the pale silk.
“Didn’t my little honey want to see?” he said as he struggled to control himself, hold back from recklessly thrusting into her wet, cramping pussy a moment longer. He pushed her chin up with his index finger as he started pounding his cock into her with thrusts that shook her whole frame. Thrusts whose wet slaps filled their bedroom as the slick noises of her soaking pussy eagerly taking him made him hungry for more. Much more.
“Look up, doll.”
The horny greed in her gaze when they met in the mirror made him groan as his cock throbbed. She was perfect, and his. She fed the ravenous beast within him the way no one else did. No one else could. Not any more. Not ever.
“Scream -ngh - for me, honey,” he grunted as he strained into his pushes, groaning as he forcefully pulled himself up by his hook with long, deep thrusts that damn near made him see stars. She screamed for him then as she watched him wreck her, shattering her cries with his thrusts. And when she started cramping around him, his low cries joined hers as he spilled his load deep in her tight cunt.
Feeling his arm give way under him, he turned to fall on his side into the rumped sheets beside her, drawing her with him as he rode out his orgasm with languid thrusts. She turned her head up and they kissed as he reached under her top again. She made a delightfully hazy noise against his lips when he stroke her hard nipple.
The timid knock at the doorpost drew an irritated grunt from him that made her want to fuck him again.
It was Anthony, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling. He was holding something, a magazine by the look of it.
“What.” Crocodile grunted.
“The draft print came in, sir,” Anthony said as he held out the magazine, gaze never straying. “They will hit the shelves tomorrow, I was told. Unless, of course, you object.”
“Oh!” Shivs was up and rising so fast that he groaned when his cock slid from her tight pussy. He rolled unto his back and watched his cum leak down her thighs as she grabbed his dress shirt and shrugged it on while trotting to his secretary. He reached for the night stand without bothering to get up, flipping a cigar from the box laying atop of it.
“Thank you, Tony,” Shivs said as she accepted the magazine from him.
“No problem, ma’am,” Anthony said without meeting her gaze, keeping it diligently up. “If there is nothing else?”
“Absolutely nill,” Crocodile said as he sat up and lit the cigar, and his secretary quickly made himself scarce.
“Look what they put on the cover,” Shivs said, clearly delighted, as she came towards him, proudly showing that seasonal shot she’d loved so well she’d made him wreck her like that not five minutes ago.
“Seems you got your wish,” he huffed through a puff of smoke as he reached out to her with hook and hand.
She chortled as she took hold of his hook and let him draw her into his lap. “This sensationalist line they added about seasonal fun at the casino makes it sound like we got a whole something here for select guests, haha.”
“No, no other reindeer,” he grumbled, making her laugh.
“Don’t you worry,” she said as she sat up to press a kiss against his lips, hand stroking across his lower stomach. “None could hope to compare.”
The molified noise he made in response made her smile as she curled up against him with the magazine. “It looks so pretty,” she said as she ran her fingers across the full colour pages.
“That’s because you’re in it,” he said as he looked at them from above her shoulder. The article was a little ways into the middle of the fashion magazine. Eleven pages of quality photographs and there wasn’t a single one they didn’t like. It was only when she paged back to the front that they noticed the envelope taped into the inner cover.
There was a note in it emblazoned with the Sphinxx calligraphy, and a stack of photographs.
‘It was a delight and honour to work with the both of you. These did not make the cut, but I dare say I’d be in trouble if I did away with them, wouldn’t I?
Con affetto, Masotti Stefano.'
The delight with which she went through the additional pictures made the creature coil inside him with a purr.
“Oh, but these came out nice too?” Shivs said as she held one up.
It looked like a candid shot as they walked to their intended spot during the shoot in his office. He’d just taken a draw from his cigar, a fond glance shrouded in smoke as she tugged him along by his hook, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as radiant as the desert sun.
Crocodile plucked it from her fingers. “This one will sit in my office.”
“I want a bigger print of this one,” she said as she shielded another one from view. He tugged at her shoulder with his hook to see. It was one from the second location, outside, with the bananawani. On it, he sat in one of the cast iron deck chairs, the large animal and the sprawling Rainbase oasis behind him. She stood against his inner thigh, leaning into him as she held up a lighter so he could light his cigar. It was a good shot, except for the part where all of his everything was breaching containment from the frightfully complicated thong.
“I am going to hang it at my table,” she declared as she held it against her chest.
“Absolutely not!” he objected, smoke escaping him as he tried to snatch it from her.
She dodged and laughed, rolling off his lap amid a flock of scattering photographs. Then jumped up, the incriminating picture held high in hand. “Maybe that'll keep 'em piped down!”
He tangled himself out of the blasted sheets, biting down on his cigar as he gave chase.
“Get back here!”
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Robin basked in the bright, sunny morning as she sauntered down Rainbase’s boulevard with her bestie, Miguella. They’d gotten the largest, fanciest lattes they could find and she had put them on Crocodile’s tab. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t taste better for it.
“We could go to All Stars or Seven Palms tonight?” Miguella said as she stirred her straw through the whipcream of her latte.
“All Stars.” Robin let the latte’s creamy texture take over her thoughts for a moment. “They’ll know to find us in Seven Palms, we go there too often.”
“They’re mad at you?”
“I am mad at them.”
Robin scowled. It was always excessively embarrassing when they did something like this, even when it was just lame old suit brands. She didn’t need to hear from everyone and their dog how good they looked, how amazing they were, and how lucky she was. She hated it here. She’d run away if she actually had anywhere else she could go without being turned in on sight.
It was strange, though, for they hadn’t even tried to curfew her the past weekend. Perhaps they felt bad and hadn’t gone through with it? That’d be a first.
As they sauntered down the boulevard, not all its souvenir and food stands had opened yet. And the lady at the corner kiosk was just dragging the ‘newly arrived’ stand outside.
And that’s where she saw it.
Rendered in glossy full-colour, proud as could be on the front of Fashion First. Them. How dare? Her on her stomach on one of the casino’s poker tables, wearing the skimpiest sexy-Santa skirt and top you could still put on a front cover without being delegated to the randy back corner of a 24/7 shop. And him, dressed up as a goddamn reindeer, leaning over her back in what couldn’t possibly be an accidental posing. They pretended to be engrossed by the cards she was holding, but Robin knew better. She could fucking tell from their stupid horny glances.
Standing there, in the sunny, quiet boulevard. She thought she might actually scream.
“Hey! Aren’t that your parents?” Miguella said, and had the gall to chortle about it.
“They are NOT my parents, and they are dead to me!” Robin screamed, and stormed off.
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LOL, I got an angsty idea! (i listen to only love can hurt like this-Paloma Faith 😔 and I got the angsty idea)
It was one of those days where gojo was stressed and being a child whose learning about the world, didn't understand this, having enough of his child trying to get his attention he yelled at her, and that bottled anger and stress caused him to erupt at his daughter
Baby scarlet tried her best to not look in her father's eyes afraid she'll cry while he was yelling at her that 'he never wanted her, she should just leave! he never wanted more burdens in his life.' as he finished he slammed the door and left. if he felt that way then she should just go and leave.
As she finished packing her things and left in the middle of the night to who knows where
It was morning and gojo remembered the horrible things he said to his precious kikufuku, he came to check on how she was doing and apologize but she wasn't in her bedroom... Some stuff was messing in his daughter's bedroom, then it suddenly hit him. Did baby scarlet take his words to heart? No... Gojo was in denial, he searched everywhere in the house but no trace of his daughter. Guilt ate him up, how could he say such things to her? He was determined to find her, he called Megumi and got an entire army of sorcerers just so he can tell baby Scarlet he didn't mean any of those things he said.
It was 3 in the morning toji got a knock on his door. He opens the door to find his daughter with bags in her hand, toji blinked so he can confirm he wasn't dreaming "hello Daddy!" baby scarlet ran to hug him "Hello princess what are you doing here so early baby?" he picked her up and hugged her tightly, "daddy? Can I stay with you please?" "Princess, you're always welcome" toji placed her down and pinch both of her cheeks with both hands "but where is gojo?"
I'm getting a little carried away😅 I thought it was a good idea at but I have no experience in writing or brainstorming like you❤ the beginning in gojos parts were kinda angsty and tojis parts are fluff idk
when gojo satoru "doesn't want" scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader anymore
jujutsu kaisen x reader
masterlist of the series
╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of angst (not for the soft-hearted) with light themes of fluff, mentions of scarlet witch's powers and parental stress
╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (dad! gojo satoru & biological dad! fushiguro toji)
hello kie!! thank you so much for being patient and for requesting :) honestly, i think it's a really good angst, and by that i mean, and just seeing it before writing it out literally had tears in my eyes but i made it extra angsty-
emotions tends to get the best of us, don't they? at least, that's what your itadori yuuji-nii told you when your older brother megumi said he didn't want you. although you'd still like to believe in and hang onto that, you just couldn't in this situation. right now what your adoptive dad, gojo satoru, was displaying and saying doesn't seem to be unintentional at all.
you just wanted his attention and being a child who knows too little about the world, you didn't really understood gojo's stress—how being a teacher, a jujutsu sorcerer and a parent to you who's literally a being of chaos that's almost the equivalent of a god due to your abilities, at the same time was a handful.
it hadn't been easy for gojo satoru.
you looked up at him, your chest heaving up and down, almost hyperventilating from the horrible lump on your throat and the churning in your stomach. you could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as his screams filled your ears, but you remained strong, trying to hold it in.
"those aren't just papers! those are important documents!" gojo yelled, rubbing his face harshly before glaring at you, "goddamnit [name], why can't you just stop being annoying for once?! you're always such a handful!"
"i-i.. i was just.." your lips trembled as you tried to form words, but you failed miserably.
"those fucking elders and this damned system of the jujutsu world is already stressful, and i've got students to teach if i want to reset the jujutsu world!" gojo continued, not caring if his beloved child was already in tears and practically trembling from the way he raised his voice, "you know what? you wanna know something?"
when gojo approached you, you swallowed hard and took a step back as he bent down to your height to raise and angrily point a finger at you.
"i never wanted you! did you think i wanted you? you aren't even mine to begin with!" gojo spat bitterly, unveiled six eyes practically burning with a red haze of fury, "so, leave for all i care! i already have enough burden on me, and i don't need another one!"
with that, the limitless sorcerer stormed away, but not before slamming your bedroom door shut and leaving you alone.
"please don't cry.. please don't cry.. please don't.." as your lips trembled, you closed your eyes and curled up into a ball on the floor.
you rocked yourself in an attempt to calm yourself down, repeating your words like a mantra, but as soon as gojo was out of your right, it all came crashing down.
you couldn't keep it in any longer.
bitter and salty tears spilled from the brim of your eyes and rolled down your cheek as you sobbed, especially when you heard gojo's frustrated screams outside your room. you sobbed uncontrollably within the walls of your bedroom, letting out gibberish cries. you panicked as you blinked back tears and tried to even out your breathing. you could feel yourself losing control of your chaos magic.
"n-no, no, no.." when red psionics began to emanate from them due to your amplified emotions right now, you shook your head and waved your hands, "y-you can't come out!"
so, not only were you struggling to control your breathing and stop the tears from falling, but you were also struggling to keep your chaos magic at bay, as if controlling them while your emotions were heightened at the same time. you kept taking deep breaths with your eyes closed until you succeeded, at least for the time being.
after you had calmed down, you remembered gojo's words about how you were just a handful, how you could just go, and how you were a burden to him. those words he yelled at you rang in your ears and repeated inside your head.
he wasn't wrong was he?
gojo said it himself.
he's not your father.
you weren't his.
wiping the tears from your eyes and down your cheeks, you rose from your spot and dashed to your back to begin shoveling your essentials, which included stuffies and clothes.
if that's what gojo wants, you should really just go—to your real father, that is.
you took your bags with you and opened your window after packing your essentials. you live in a two-story house, and given your height, the jump would be relatively high for you, but you have no choice. you lacked the courage to open the door and see gojo outside. you took a deep breath and stood on the window sill one last time before taking the leap of faith.
you fled the house without saying anything and made a run for it as soon as you landed on the ground, your chaos magic lightly cushioning your fall. you then used your chaos magic to teleport once you were a good distance away from your house so gojo wouldn't notice the immense energy of your power.
using the connection you have with your biological father, you found him quickly. you've been to his house before, and despite his lack of cursed energy, the fact that he's your biological father made it simple. it was three a.m. when the ex-assassin heard your knocks at his door. you were standing in front of his house, clutching your bags, your eyes widening as you heard his familiar footsteps and low grumbles of "who could be knocking at my door at this fucking hour?"
when the door swung open, toji was about to give whoever was knocking an earful of reprimand when his gaze fell upon you, his late wife's beloved daughter. toji's eyes widened in surprise as you watched.
"[name]?" toji muttered as he blinked repeatedly to see if he was dreaming.
"hello daddy!" you chimed happily before dropping your bags and sprinting over to him, wrapping your tiny arms around his legs.
toji went to pick you up in his arms as he recovered from his shock. "hey, princess," he greeted you with a smile, managing a soft chuckle as he hugged you tightly, it's been a long time since he last saw you. "what are you doing here so early, baby?" he wasn't dreaming.
"daddy?" you began as you buried your face into his neck.
"yes, baby?" toji questioned, concerned about how quiet your voice had become, "what is it?"
"can i please stay with you?" you inquired, wrapping your tiny arms around his neck.
before placing you down and kneeling to your height, toji turned his head and kissed the top of your head, "princess you're always welcome to stay here with me."
he then cupped your cheeks in his much larger hands. "but where the hell is gojo?" toji raised a brow and looked around, trying to find the limitless sorcerer who looked after you.
"he's, um, back at home.." you muttered, looking down at your feet to avoid toji's gaze when they shifted back to you, "sleeping, i think.. yeah!"
"you came here all by yourself?" toji's eyes widened.
"i did! it's just that.. i mean.." you paused for a brief moment when you flit your eyes up to him.
you didn't want toji to be worried, and you knew he'd be upset when he found out what gojo had said. it might just lead to another fight between them, but this time it won't be about riko, but about you.
"i missed you!" you exclaimed, looking at toji with hopeful eyes, "and i wanna stay with you."
"alright princess. i hear you." toji sighed, shaking his head at you but with a smile.
how could he ever resist you?
gojo was still wide awake at home. the limitless sorcerer couldn't find a peace of mind. he felt remorse after yelling at you and slamming the door. as he tried to sleep, all he could do was toss and turn and stare at the ceiling. gojo did not mean anything he said to you. he was simply exhausted and burnt out to the bone.
gojo dragged himself out of bed with a heavy heart and turned to check the time. it was already morning, and he hadn't gotten any sleep. all he could think about was the tears streaming down your cheeks and the fear in your eyes last night. he must put things right. gojo came out of his room, walked down the corridor, and knocked on your door.
"kikufuku? you awake, baby?" gojo's voice was quiet when he spoke, "can we talk? please?"
silence.
"[name], i'm really sorry for everything. please come out and talk to your daddy," gojo tried knocking on your bedroom door again, but you still didn't respond, "i didn't mean any of those things i said to you. i'll make it up to you, i swear."
just silence again.
gojo took a deep breath before entering your bedroom, assuming you were upset that you weren't talking to him. he stepped inside, twisting the knob and pushing the door, only to find you gone. he was immediately panicked by the empty bedroom.
"[name]?! [name]!" gojo yelled your name as he dashed towards your bed, checking both under the covers and the bed itself.
gojo drew his blindfold down to his neck, allowing his eyes to scan everything, and that's when he realized some of your things, as well as some of your stuffies, had gone missing.
your wardrobe was left open, your leftover clothes a jumble, but what made his heart clench painfully was how you left the stuffies that gojo got you and only took the ones that yuuji, megumi, yuuta, and nanami got you.
most importantly, your window had been left wide open, which could only mean one thing;
you took his words to heart, and the tables turned right at that instant.
this time, it was gojo whose eyes were welling up with tears that threatened to spill. he could feel it running down his throat, along with the guilt and remorse that was sinking into his skin and painfully stabbing him, and it wasn't even enough to call it "death by a thousand cuts."
"no, this can't be.." he said to himself in denial.
gojo bolted out of your room, wiping his glossy aquamarine eyes, to look for you in the house, hoping you were still there.
"[name]! where are you?! please answer me!" gojo cried out once more, but you still weren't anywhere to be found.
gojo then took out his phone and dialed megumi, and then every jujutsu sorcerer he could think of in his desperate attempt to find you, be with you again, and sincerely apologize for saying so many things he didn't mean, but you?
all you could think about right now was how you finally felt at home and comfortable as you stayed with your father, snoring peacefully in his embrace after arriving at his house at three a.m.
your real father to be exact.
someone who actually wanted you, someone who regretted losing you in the past, and not someone who sees you as a burden.
bringing him back and returning to him was the right decision.
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For your Ronal/Tonowari adopted!spider, I can only imagine how the Sullys react to the 'loss' of another... let's not call it son, they didn't earn that. They are still grieving and I can imagine it hitting Tuk even harder rhan Kiri bc I don't think Tuk would understand that it is what is best for Spider. Kiri I'm sure would be sad but happy that Spider is so cared for and loved. (1/2)
I totally agree, they would feel like they lost another one of their family, because to them spider was like a family dog to them, they cared about him, but he wasn't an equal.
jake - he'd feel guilty, but partly in denial. I think his neglect came partly on his focus on his "real" family, so he'd want to hide from it I think part of him did love spider, he got used to being around, and did want to keep him around; but spider was never his son, he has no intention of truly treating him like a son, and that realization hits him hard and fast. he would want to argue, but I don't think he'd have much to really say.
neytiri - I think to have it laid out in front of her how much harm she caused a child, human or not, especially by another na'vi who had suffered so greatly at the sky peoples hands, would make her feel kinda bad. I think neytiri had a sort of dissconenect when it came to spider, she couldn't see a child, or a victim, she only saw his human body and it got in the way of everything else. she is pissed ronal put her down like that, and hurt on behalf of her children because she knows they're losing another brother, but deep within her, she's so relieved; it wasn't fair to either of them, they both hurt in eachothers presence. I also think spite would make her sort of against it, but at the end of the day, she knows that spider going with ronal is better for them all.
lo'ak - I agree that losing spider right after neteyam would probably make him flip out just a little, even if only in his head, cause he can't lose anyone else. he never really noticed the difference between himself and spider so I think he would be angry as well, angry that spider was leaving 'over nothing'. but I think as he grieve's and recover's as much as one can recover from that he starts to really notice how much happier spider is, not necessarily in the way that he's moved on from neteyam, but in the way that he looks healthier, less empty. he see's displays of affection between spider and his new adopted family he never saw spider receive before, and realizes that they were different, no matter how his mom and dad treated him, he had more then spider. I think their will always be a bitter ache in lo'ak after losing both his brothers so close together, but I think he'd come to realize its for the better. plus, its not like he never sees him again, like they're not brothers, its just a little different now.
tuk - tuk would be heartbroken. I know from the perspective of being a little kid and losing someone like this, you always find a way to twist it that you are to blame. she would think that somehow she's at least part of the reasons spider is leaving, and even when she's convinced otherwise, she still doesn't understand why he has to go, why they can't be family anymore. she makes sure to visit him everyday, and always asks him to come home before she leaves. both of them are broken over it. he can't bring himself to say anything against jake or neytrir, she doesn't need to know how they treated him, she doesn't need to understand, she's still young and innocent; but by not explaining, her little mind comes to every possible conclusion, and most of them are more painful then the truth.
kiri - she understands, though not nearly as badly, the disconnect between her and her adoptive parents. she saw the difference between her and spider, between them two and the 'real' sully's. life was complicated, feelings and love and family was complicated, she didn't necessarily blame her parents, nor spider, but she was saddened by the turn of events. she was angry, and anger weighed her down like a stone; she was angry that her parents never gave spider the love he deserved, mad that spider was leaving for another family after all they went through together, mad that everything was falling apart. but like lo'ak she saw how much happier spider was and couldn't hold it against him, he deserved this, he shouldn't suffer the fate of being loved like a pet and not a son.
I think everyone would be feeling all the feelings very quickly and it would be rough, but its better then they could all hope for. tonowari mediates, doesn't let ronal get too angry, keeps the peace as the kids meet in the middle of the conflict, and makes sure spider is always doing the best he can amongst the chaos.
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How do you HC the conversation where Thor finds out Loki is a Jotun foundling went?
Oh this is a VERY interesting question, and not one I have a full answer to yet.
First of all, since some people have very understandably suggested otherwise - I do think Thor knows. No, he never acknowledges Loki's species specifically, he just talks about "adoption"... but A) I don't think Odin would send Thor out in The Avengers without telling him everything he told Loki, because otherwise he'd be handing Loki a way to manipulate Thor; and B) Thor looks *decidedly* anguished (actually close to tears!) when Loki is talking about ~mindless beasts pretending to be people~ in The Avengers, which would make no sense if Loki were really only talking about Bruce, a mortal Thor's only just met.
So I think it's clear that Thor knows that Loki is Jotun and understands that internalised space-racism is a huge part of what's "wrong with" Loki. He just doesn't know how to help, so, in classic Odin fashion, he's avoiding it for fear of making it worse. (And probably also wrestling with his own lingering space-racism, guilt, denial, etc.)
As for the conversation itself... I'm not sure. I do think it happened very promptly, because Odin was right there and Thor was devastated and confused and would demand Answers. What the hell just happened to my brother?!
I think realising that he's been lied to his entire life by both his parents would be a major blow to Thor, after his trust has already been shattered by his father apparently leaving him on Earth to die and by, uh, pretty much everything Loki did. On its own, the lie wouldn't be as powerful to Thor as it was to Loki, but in context... Thor's entire world has been turned upside-down repeatedly in a few days. He lost his home and identity, he thought his father was dead, he thought his brother was going to kill him, now his brother IS dead and perhaps he never even knew him... He just has no stability left at all.
And I think that's why he expresses such faith in Odin in their final conversation: "There will never be a wiser king than you, nor a better father." It seems like a really odd thing to say after everything that's just happened, and a lot of people get outraged on Loki's behalf, but... I think it makes sense, psychologically speaking. From Thor's perspective, questioning Odin's will was what nearly ruined his life and ended his brother's. The lies plus the exile make it suddenly really clear just how far Odin is willing to go to enforce his power over his children, and Thor is the only child he has left. What further disasters could further resistance bring? So Thor gives in, and chooses to believe what he's giving into must be good and wise and necessary, because he just can't go on otherwise.
(Thor often reminds me of a quote I once read about how abused children hating themselves is really a survival strategy, because their parents have such power over them that they're effectively their entire world. So, from the child's perspective: if the child is "bad" but the parents are "good", then it is at least within the child's power to try to be better; but if the parents are "bad" while the child is "good", then the world itself is broken, and the situation is hopeless.)
So... I don't think Thor would be angry. I think he's too shocked and shaken to express anger, or to really blame anyone but himself. But I think Thor might still have a hard time accepting that this is the truth, as in... believing, understanding, and coming to terms with it.
Like... Thor has definitely not unlearnt all his prejudice against Jotuns in a handful of days on a completely different subject realm. He's probably not far off from where he started at all - sure, he's seen a few Jotuns face-to-face, so they're probably realer to him now, and he wouldn't accept Loki's plan for total annihilation... But in his mind, they're still enemies, still a grotesque, frightening Other, almost certainly still monsters.
So hearing that Loki is and always has been a Jotun will be really, really hard for Thor. He's going to be in utter turmoil over this, and there isn't any comfortable answer to settle on.
So... maybe Loki's not really Jotun. Okay, he can't see any reason why his parents would lie again, but maybe it's only true on a technical level, maybe Loki's really more like "one of us" than "one of them", on the inside. (But what actually makes a Jotun a monster? Is it behaviour? Culture? Biology? Is it some inherent property of their souls?)
Or maybe Jotuns aren't monsters, not all of them, not inherently. But everyone on Asgard has always acted like they are. If this is true, Thor has blood on his hands, and so do his parents, and his friends, and their entire society, the society Thor is responsible for and beholden to.
Or maybe Loki is a monster. (Was a monster.) He always seemed like a person, and Thor loved him, but apparently Thor barely knew Loki at all. In the end, Loki violently rejected Thor's love and did monstrous things, and it seems like he was lying very well for a very long time before that. Maybe Thor has been played for a fool, and he never had a brother at all.
Or maybe Loki was a monster, but he didn't want to be one. Maybe it wasn't entirely his choice; he was delicate, and their parents were trying to protect him, but Thor was careless and he broke him (by revealing his heritage; by leaving him alone in a crisis; by whatever long-standing failure he still doesn't understand that made Loki hate him so much and so personally in the end.)
Out of these, I think Thor ultimately settles on a mixture of #1 and #4. But there's so much going on here (grief for Loki; anger at him; fear of him; guilt in completely contradictory directions) and no way to really work through it or understand what's true that I think it takes a very long time. And there's probably a great deal of rain in Asgard in the meantime.
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Anyway. This is... a very long reply that manages to avoid ever really being an answer. But here are some musings on Thor's state of mind in the wake of this revelation.
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No More Pain- Mother! Reader x Son! Butters (fluff)
TW- Infertility, Child Abuse
hey everyone! so this is a little outside of what I usually write. I recently watched South Park again and I realized there is absolutely no fanfiction on a mother reader adopting butters as their son. so here’s a wholesome lil story about you adopting butters and taking him away from his evil parents :)
The cold, hard rain pounded on the hills of the Colorado Soil. The same little peaceful mountain town you always knew.
You recently had moved here from Denver. Denver was only about an hour away so you could still see your family frequently and they were very close by. You recently had gotten married with your husband Lee Johnson. Lee was a wonderful man and treated you like absolute royalty. All you could’ve ever hoped and prayed for.
You had a nice little cottage a little ways from town. It seemed almost too perfect, a little cottage for you and your husband to spend the rest of your days in.
Except, there was a piece missing.
“I’m sorry Mrs.Johnson, it seems that your eggs are.. infertile.” The doctor spoke softly, laying down his clip board.
The doctor had actually been an old friend of Lee’s, they had gone to school together for a while and became close. His name was Dr. Rick Morrison.
You felt everything in your world absolutely shatter. The world had felt like it stopped turning for a moment.
“What.. no! There has to be a mistake!” You protested, immediately going into denial.
The doctor looked at you with sympathy in his eyes, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could do. I know you both were very excited to have children. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to support you both through this.” He looked sad too, and grieved with you.
You thanked him and he hugged you. He was a great man and he always had looked out for you when you needed a check up.
You got in the car and tried to compose yourself. This was not something you easily could recover from.
On the way home, you worried how you were going to break the news to your husband. He was going to be just as, if not more devastated than you are.
You let a few tears slide down your cheek. You were trying so hard to hold it together, gripping tightly onto the steering wheel of you car.
You looked at the picture you had of you and Lee on your wedding day, sitting on the stairs of the local church.
And then to the baby clothes you had bought on sale that your friend was giving away, just in case the miraculous day finally would happen for you too.
You looked up to the sky.
“Why couldn’t it be us?” You questioned, as if asking God why.
You pulled over on the side of the rocky road. There was already one bad thing about today, you didn’t need another to happen.
You let everything out. You screamed, you cried, you hit your dashboard.
You finally had calmed down. You had accepted it. You and Lee would never have a child.
And maybe.. all you needed was eachother after all.
You started the car back up, driving away from the side of the road.
You had entered back into town, a few minutes away from your house.
Just then, you see something that makes your heart lurch.
A small, young boy, huddled next to dumpster.
His head was hung.. almost like he was crying and weeping.
Your flight or fight response set in. What if it was a trap to lure you in? You were a lone woman, after all.
But.. he was so small and frail..
Well.. if you were gonna die, you were gonna die trying to save a child, at least.
You parked your car a little ways back, so you wouldn’t scare him.
You gently closed your car door, making sure that wouldn’t scare him off either.
You finally got to the dumpster, a few feet away from where he was.
He was indeed crying. Sobbing, in fact.
His cries absolutely broke your heart. No little boy should be crying like that.
And then you looked to his body. His body almost seemed lifeless, so emancipated and thin. Like he hadn’t eaten in years.
He looked to be dirty too. His skin was covered in dirt.
You finally mustered up enough courage to speak.
“H-hi there.” You spoke gingerly, not wanting to spook him.
The boy immediately jumped, letting out a scream.
“No, no! I’m not here to hurt you I-I promise!” You defended yourself, throwing your hands up.
He calmed down and looked at you for a minute. He seemed to be.. at ease, almost.
“Who-who are you?” He questioned, curiosity in his voice. He had a light little voice with a touch of a southern drawl.
You stuck out your hand for him to shake. “I’m Y/N Johnson. What’s your name?” You gently smiled, trying to show him it was okay to approach you.
“Uh-uh.. Butters, ma’am. Butters Stotch.” He replied nervously, cautiously taking your hand.
“Nice to meet you Butters,” you smiled at him gently.
“What are you doing out here on a cold rainy night like this?” You sat down in the snow gently next to him.
“My-my parents locked me out of the house. They told me I should never come back. I don’t know what I did.. I was just playing action figures in my room and then my dad came in and slapped me and then my mom told me I was never allowed back in.” He began to cry, the hot tears spilling down his cheeks.
You felt your heart break, a huge pit in your chest. A sweet, precious boy like him should never have to go through something like that.
“Oh no. I’m so sorry to hear that,” you spoke softly.
“Would you like a hug? I know that has to be very scary.” You opened your arms out for a hug, you just wanted to comfort him until he stopped crying.
He finally looked up at you. He was a beautiful little boy. Baby blue eyes, light blonde hair, a small, little button nose, long eyelashes, and a few freckles here and there.
His eyes held so much emotion. You could almost feel like in that moment he finally accepted that you were trying to help him.
“S-sure, Miss.Johnson.” He moved closer to you, wrapping his little arms around you.
You made sure to gently hug him back. He was so thin, you were scared to even touch him.
“Hey.. it’s kind of cold out here and wet.. I have a car parked over there with a heater and I have some stuff I could dry you off with, would you like that?” You looked down at him, he had his little head leaned against your shoulder for support.
He looked up at you with pure innocence in his eyes.
“Really? You wouldn’t mind doing that?” He almost seemed shocked that you would do such a thing to take care of him.
“Of course not.” You smiled back at him.
“Come on. It’s over here.” You stood up gently, him not letting go of you.
You carried him to your car, sitting him in the back. He felt so light.
You took all the baby blankets and clothes you had and tried your best to remember how to swaddle. You also had some towels in your car too so once you had swaddled him with the blankets and clothes, you draped as many towels as you could on him.
“That alright, Butters?” You questioned, looking at him.
He snuggled into the warmth.
“It’s very nice. I’m starting to feel warm again.” He replied.
“Good. Hang tight, okay? I’m going to take you to my house. We have lots of food and a place where you can sleep, okay?” You smiled at him again, buckling him up. You also had a booster seat in you car from when you had babysat your cousin’s kids and she wanted you to have it just in case.
“O-Okay Mrs.Johnson.” He replied softly.
You finally saw a little smile spread across his face.
What a truly angelic sight.
You gently kissed his forehead and got in the driver’s seat.
You dialed up your husband and told him what was going on.
He was ready to help too.
You finally got to your cottage. You carried Butters inside and sat him down on the couch.
You ran a hot bath, with your husband monitoring Butters.
You both helped give him a nice, warm bath, which helped him warm up immensely. He finally was clean too.
But, another sight that broke your heart.
There were scars, littered all over his back. Some big and some small.
You spared a sad glance at your husband, almost with a few tears in your eyes. Your husband shared your sympathy, with him wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
Butters was fast asleep on the couch, under a big, warm, fluffy blanket.
You had given him some warm, fuzzy pajama’s your cousin’s son accidentally left over at your house.
He looked like an absolute angel fast asleep.
Poor thing probably hadn’t slept well in a while.
Your husband had already started the fire, which helped him warm up.
“Well, darling, what do we need to do now? He’s fast asleep and the poor thing probably hasn’t slept in ages.” You looked at your husband, who eyed the boy sadly.
“Do you think he’s hungry? He looks like he hasn’t eaten in a while.” He questioned, looking back at you.
“It’s worth a shot. I’ll go wake up him if you could get the food.” You nodded.
“Done and done, sugarplum.” He kissed your forehead before walking off to the fridge.
You softly put your hand on Butters’ shoulder.
“Butters, sugar, wake up for just a minute.” You spoke softly.
He stirred and fluttered his eyes open.
“Are you hungry?” You smiled, looking into those sweet, innocent blue eyes.
“I am a little.. the last time I ate was right before you found me. I found a bag of 2 half eaten donuts. I figured.. that would have been enough to last me for a little while.” He explained, rubbing his fingers together nervously.
Your heart absolutely broke into pieces for a third time. How long had he been doing this?
“Well, we have some food that you can have. What would you like?” You smiled.
“W-well, I like pancakes.. but it’s 12 in the mornin’.” He rubbed his fingers together nervously again.
“Well sweetheart, we’ll make those for you if you want them. My husband here is actually amazing at making pancakes.” You encouraged, you really wanted him to eat.
“O-okay. If that’s okay with you.” He softly said back.
“Of course, sweetheart. Do you like tv? While he makes those for you we can watch TV together if you want.” You sat next to him.
“Uh.. sure. I like Terrance and Phillip sometimes and sometimes Little Bunny Foo Foo.. (I’m making it a show lol).”
You remembered looking up that show for your cousins you babysit.
“Okay, sweetheart. Let me look that up for you.” You smiled, grabbing the remote.
Yup, exactly as you remembered, channel 444.
“Here you go, Butters.” You smiled, laying down the remote.
“Thanks.. Ma..Ma..” he drifted off back to sleep.
You felt your heart absolutely flutter in delight. You wanted nothing more than to be called Mama. A few tears escaped your eyes.
“You heard that too, right?” You whispered to your husband in the kitchen, who was cooking pancakes in the kitchen.
“I did, baby.” He smiled, serving the pancakes on a plate.
“So what did Rick tell you?” He turned, hugging you from behind.
“Uh.. uh.. yeah.. I was gonna tell you.. before I.. I got back..” you stuttered, afraid of what his reaction was going to be.
“I’m infertile, honey.” You looked up at him, tears threatening to spill again.
He held a shocked expression, but immediately ran to your side and held you.
“I’m here, I’m here baby. We’re going to get through this. I love you.” He repeated, holding you tight.
“I love you too.” You sighed, holding him just as tight.
Butters eventually woke back up and ate, like a wolf that had just caught it’s piece of prey. That poor boy was absolutely starving, but you felt so grateful you could help him eat again.
It was way past his bed time, so you had decided to put him back to sleep on the couch so you could keep an eye on him.
Your husband had gone to bed and asked you to let him know if Butters had any problems. You told him you would keep an eye on him.
Eventually, however, you had fallen asleep, with Butters propped up on your right shoulder.
Morning had come. Butters was reported missing. You wondered how that could work, because his parents had shut him out of his own house.
Eventually, the police had been called to find him. Butters parents had their house investigated and they were questioned thoroughly before being arrested on charges of child neglect, premeditated murder and child abuse.
The next few months, everything began to fall perfectly into place. You and your husband volunteered to foster Butters until he could find a new home. Butters had been eating regularly, had made art for you and your husband to hang on the fridge, and seemed to be getting his personality back.
“Honey, I think it’s time.” Your husband smiled at you, beaming with glee.
You were confused. “Huh?”
“I emailed the foster care place. They said we can come in to sign the adoption papers later today.” He smiled, taking your hands gently.
“R-really? Are you sure? It’s only been about 3 months..” you replied nervously.
“I think we’re more than ready. Look how we’re worked together as a team that night. We’ve waited so long for this and we’re on the brink of it.. do you really want to wait that much longer?” He questioned, care in his voice and his forest green eyes.
You felt determined. That child was going to be yours and your family would finally be complete.
“Okay. Let’s do it.” You grinned at your husband.
You had taken Butters with you too the foster care place, walking up to the front desk.
You signed the papers inconspicuously, making sure Butters didn’t see. You wanted this to be a complete surprise to him.
Once you signed the papers, you thanked the lady at the front desk and went out to the car, but not before a cheerful smile and a “congratulations” was said.
You and your husband smiled to yourselves, but a confused Butters looked at you curiously.
Your husband held Butters while you got his little shirt. You had it in your closet just in case you decided to ever adopt a child.
And lucky you, today was that day.
Butters read the shirt.
“Happy.. Gotcha Day..” he read softly.
He immediately began to tear up.
“Are.. are you my parents now?” He questioned, looking up at you and your husband.
You and your husband both grinned ear to ear.
“That’s right. Welcome to the family, Mr. Butters Stotch Johnson.” Lee smiled, kissing the little boy on his forehead.
“Welcome home, my beloved angel.” You walked up to him, kissing his forehead.
From then on, Butters was the answer to your prayer, the angel sent from the heavens. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. ❤️
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mother: what do you mean you don't want kids?
Me: I said I don't want to birth kids.
Mum: why adopt when you've been given the gift of life bearing?
Me: first of all gross. Life bearing? Ew I feel queezy just thinking about something growing inside me that's 🤢. Second why not adopt? There's so so many kids that need loving parents and stable homes.
Mum: yeah but the gays can adopt them.
Me: ??? Are you forgetting I'm gay? I'm bi, mum.
Mum: no no, that's just a silly phase. Bisexual isn't real, you'll meet the right man one day and give me beautiful grandchildren.
Me: again. Gross. I don't want to birth your grandchildren. I already told you the thought of another being literally growing inside me makes my skin crawl. It makes me wanna throw up just thinking about it.
Mum: well I can't understand why. It's literally in your biology-
Me, walking away because this is going nowhere and I've already had this conversation with her 3 times this week:
Hey guys it's actually because I'm trans and I can't tell her that because she'll just gaslight me even harder. I would like biological kids but that's not option for me because I don't have a cock. Otherwise I'd probably already be dad.
Also I'm pretty sure my mum is only saying this to me because her mum forced her to have kids (boomer breeding kinks istg). But I'm not her therapist and I'm not going to unpack that for her. Plus she has an extremely homoerotic friendship with her bestie wich she's still in denial about because she knows she's not a lesbian but still strictly refuses to believe that bisexuality is a real thing.
But I am so tired of having this conversation with her. So so fucking tired. She should just hurry up and go kiss a woman and leave me the fuck alone istg. Like just because she's policing her own queerness doesn't me she should be projecting that onto me.
Also fuck my stupid grandma because all of this is ultimately her fault. Like why was she so obsessed with my mum having kids? Look what that caused, a handful of gay kids with severe daddy issues running around being autistic and depressed. And where is the father? Sticking his dick in anything he can breed.
Why do older people have breeding kinks?? That's actually an important question that I'm very curious about. And why is it so much more prominent in Christian households?? Like I thought sexy was unholy or something?
I'm gonna ask my grandma maybe. I won't get any answers, probably, but she'll definitely look mortified and start praying in tongues or something which will at least be entertaining.
(side note: if I had a dick I'd probably also have a breeding kink but we'll avoiding dissecting that unwelcome inheritance.)
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