#is the glory in the room with us rn

[archies-litterbox]

the absolute irony of hearing "for the glory of merlin" throughout all of trollhunters and then actually meeting merlin in the final season and seeing that like. oh my god this guy is the most insufferable old fuck on earth

[dilf-docs]

To The Devil I Know

bfd!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: your infamous girl's trip with your best friend sarah gets crashed by his overprotective dad.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), brat taming, it's pussy spanking time again bc i do in fact like it a lot, praise/daddy kink sprinkled somewhere, reader calls him mr. miller A LOT, exhibition kink (v nasty), degradation kink (he calls her little slut), pantie sniffing, dirty talk (they have a sentence awaiting in horny jail), y/n grinds on joel's nose bc yeah i too want that, this is contradicting but lwk sub!joel bc that man's touch starved as HELL, may do a part two idk pls give it love, dad!bod joel bc i say so (yummy), no angst (wtf dilf-docs? the angst gods are so pissed off rn)

word count: 7,195 words

side note: this request got me HOOKED the moment i opened it and since i'm currently on a pedro hyperfixiation rn, we need to put the mental illness to good use. also, this is lwk based on the song by suki waterhouse devil i know! :) i'm seeing that i have two joel fics with devil in the title btw something something abt nickels and not being a lot but weird it happened twice also WE HIT 300 FOLLOWERS??? (and its 1am and i have to wake up at 4am is anyone surprised atp...)

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"Sarah!" you shout, "get your ass out here you looser!"

It's probably eight in the morning, and here you are, honking and shouting in the middle of the quiet calm suburbs.

When you spot her curly head running towards you in a rush, you know she's pissed.

"Stop screaming!" she shouts back, "my neighbours will hate me"

You've known Sarah since you were kids. When you first moved to Texas, she was the only one who spoke to you in school. You grew up with her among white picket fences and scrapped knees, mantaining the friendship even as you moved away, until your return for college.

"Why would I even care? I don't live here!" you joke from the driver's seat, hopping off and giving her a hug. "I'm sorry but I can't help it. I'm just so excited for this trip, we've been planning it for ages!"

You keep talking excitedly about your plans, not noticing how her face falls.

"Yeah, about that..."

"You girls ready?" a third voice enters the picture, definitely not belonging to a girl.

"Uh, Sarah" you breath in, "Why the fuck is your dad here?"

In all his glory: Joel Miller, a guy you haven't seen in forever, too busy living in the dorms, girl dates with Sarah often out of her house. You wanted to explore the world: you weren't ten anymore, and the suburbs lost all of it's appeal they had when you were the age of Barbies and drawing on chalk.

"Listen, y/n. I tried, I really tried. But as soon as I opened my mouth, he started to pack his bags"

"Isn't your dad always busy at work?" you inquire, another one of the reasons Joel's face isn't a fresh memory in your head.

"That's part of the problem. He took all of the pending vacations he had at once" she sighs, sounding as dissapointed as you are. "I understand if you don't want to go"

"Are you being serious right now?" you chuckle dryly. "No, absolutely not. I saved for this trip, packed my favorite outfits and aced all my classes so my parents would allow me. Nothing is going to ruin this for me: not you, not your dad. So we'll go and we'll have all the fun we planned, yeah?" you express firmly, holding her hands. "We will have our girl summer, no matter what. Even if we have to ignore the elephant in the room..."

"Did you just call me fat?"

You turn around, and there he is: the uninvited. Joel Miller's aged face stands before you, strong arms flexing under the pressure of a couple of suitcases.

"No" you reply back, "just a nuissance"

He chuckles at your response, amused. "If you thought I'd let my babygirl go alone with you to the beach and get shit-faced drunk, you're not as smart as I remember, y/n"

Your name would always be on his tongue to call you out. Y/n, don't do that. Y/n apologize to the neighbours. Y/n, slow down. Y/n, don't be so stubborn. You were always a troublemaker, and his lips would only know how to pronounce your name if to berate you. But now, as his mouth says your name with a newly learned tone, dripping with dare and amusement, you can't help but feel a fire ignite that burns your skin.

"Dad!" Sarah calls out, taking you out of your thoughts. She flushes in embarrasment, and you scoff at the idea of giving too much of your time to think about Mr. Miller of all people. "I'm not ten anymore, we'll be just fine"

"You're barely of legal age!" he counters back. "What if somethin' was to happen to you, huh? I'd never forgive myself"

You get annoyed at his over-the-top reactions. What did he think you were gonna do? The wildest thing you had in mind was getting drunk while sitting in the sand. Not even in the water! You may be a wild spirit, but stupid you're not.

"Look, Mr. Miller" he cocks his head to the side, daringly so, almost as if waiting for you to try. "I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't Driveway Dolls" he looks at you confused, so you try again, "Or Thelma and Louise, whatever suits your fucking old ass. Alright? This is a girls trip, heard that? Just two bestfriends enjoying their youth and summer without boys around to ruin it for them"

"Boys?" he laughs. "Too bad, then, 'cause sweetheart, I'm a man"

Your breath hitches, but you're not going to let him win; you always need to have the last word.

"Well, man up and let your daughter be free for once!"

Sarah covers her face with her palms, clearly knowing her dad more. This is a lost battle.

"Stop, y/n. Please. Dad's impossible to bend"

"He's ruining our trip!" you protest, feeling like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Take it or leave it" he leans against his truck, crossing his arms. Your eyes dart to the strained fabric of his sleeves, and when he chuckles, you don't know if he noticed or it's because of his imminent victory.

"Fine!" you throw your hands in the air, dramatically so. "Welcome on board, intruder"

Joel Miller smiles, and maybe it's the rare sight, not even common back in the day, that makes your heart skip a beat.

"And we're taking my truck"

"Are you being serious right now?!" Was this man going to take away all your freedom?

He laughs, mockingly. Rage bubbles in your chest, along something darker you aren't going to admit just yet.

"There is no way my daughter is going on a fucking hatchback to the beach"

You try to distract yourself talking to Sarah in the backseat, but her dad's prying glances time to time from the rear view mirror have you shifting uncomfortably on your seat.

He's persistent, always has been. Joel Miller, just as Sarah said, wasn't a man who could be bent. You'd remember thinking he was a sort of superhero: unbreakable. Whenever Sarah needed help, a pair of strong arms would be there, ready to take the weight off of her shoulders. He was now older, as you have noticed: grey and wrinkles sprayed all over his face. And now, the worst part of it all:

Age had made him infuriatingly attractive.

Unfair, you think, that a man so bitter that only seemed to worry and nag, was blessed with the rare quality of aging like wine. You can deny it anymore: whatever Joel Miller has now that he didn't before is working on you like a lovesick spell.

You look again to the front, just in time to catch one of his subtle (not really) stares. You keep the eye contact, only he tears away his gaze first, something akin to regret and fear circling on his warm brown orbs. The fire from before cracks inside of your belly, and the anticipation begins.

If he was going to ruin your trip, you might as well return the favor.

"M' gonna stop for gas" he says after some minutes of silence, deviating towards a gas station.

You take the opportunity to get out of the truck to strech your legs. Sarah does so too, but then whispers into your ear:

"Tell my dad I need to go to the bathroom. Don't want him worrying"

As if you'll talk to him. Despite that, you nod and she leaves you alone with her annoying dad.

"Reckless too, huh?" Joel appears by your side, almost making you drop your phone. "You know you're not s'pposed to use the damn phone on a gas station? Good thing I ain't let my daughter go alone with you"

You put your phone down. "Reckless? I know what I'm doing" but you sound nervous, for some reason.

"You haven't changed at all, have you?" Joel says, his voice surprisingly soft.

You heart gets stuck in your throat at the sudden shift, "I suppose not"

"I get that you hate me" he confesses, done filling the tank, "but I couldn't let the two of you go alone"

Your cheeks turn pink at the accusation, "I don't hate you"

He laughs, and the sound has something stirring in the lower of your belly. Why is Joel Miller of all people provoking feelings in you no other boy has ever provoked? You're used to playing with boys as you please, and you come to realize that's where the difference lies: you don't know how to handle a man.

A man so strong, your eyes don't leave him as his arms flex while pumping the gas, the delicious peek his simple white shirt gives you not going unnoticed; droplets of sweat on his temple, sliding down his jawline then getting lost down the crook of his neck. You lick your lips on instinct, horrified when you realize what you've just thought and done.

"Damn right you don't"

You could say you've reached some kind of truce, but then Sarah comes back, and when you look at Joel again, he's reverted to that annoying apathic state of his, but instead of bothering you, it only makes you want more.

"Hey" he says to Sarah, "where you went?"

"I had to pee, dad. Relax" she dismisses, shooting at you a can-you-believe-it look.

He walks away, ready to jump in the driver's seat again, when he turns around to whisper to Sarah:

"Don't ever leave me again" tone stern, "not with her"

But you hear.

You arrived late, the sun hiding behind the large body of water that seemed infinite.

"I can't believe we missed the first sunset!" you whine. "It was going to look so good on my Instagram stories..."

"This generation and their problems" Joel scoffs, taking the suitcases to the house you've rented for the next two days.

The answer is right at the tip of your tongue, but you decide to be the bigger person and remain quiet. If he wants to play, you better play smart.

"Dad, please" Sarah calls him out, and you have to hide a laugh. "Don't fight with y/n"

"I ain't doing shit" he sneers, crossing his bulking arms.

Sarah walks past him, muttering against his childishness. That angers Joel, who tries to remain cool.

"I know you hate me" you suddenly appear by his side. Your vainilla scent gets up on his nose, invading his body of you. "I just think you should try, for Sarah"

"I don't hate you" he answers, and now it's your turn to laugh.

"Yeah? Doesn't seem like it, Mr. Miller" it comes out before you can stop it, and there's something dark lurking behind his brown eyes piercing through you.

"I don't" sounding more sure this time. Serious too.

"You'll have to prove that"

You enjoy the surprise on his face and the light pink sprinkled across his cheeks.

"Prove that?"

You nod, finding all of this suddenly funny.

"Hmh, you heard me. Prove it, Mr. Miller. That you don't hate me"

But before he can respond, your bestfriend is back.

"Y/n, come on! You need to check the house. It has a shared balcony!" Sarah beams giddy.

You let her excitement infect you, taking her hand as you go inside the house. Joel stays back, your words ringing on his ears.

On the other hand, Sarah and you check the room together.

"Look this" she points at one of the mirrors in the room: it has details that remind you of the sea. "Isn't it cute?"

"It is" you agree, "we should take a picture"

"Okay. But use your phone" she says, "mine died on the road"

You're about to pull it out when you feel your pockets empty.

"It's... not here"

"You might have left it in the car" she tries to help.

"Yeah" you try to remain level-headed, "I'll go search for it"

You return to the truck, pressing your head against the window. Just like your friend guessed, it's there, abandoned on the seat.

"Lost somethin'?"

You gasp, turning around. Joel Miller's face is centimeters away from yours, breathing heavily as his body cages your smaller frame against the truck's doors.

"My phone" you find your voice after what feels like eternity, "it's inside the car"

"Need help with that?" his voice sounds low, whisper easily to be confused with a growl.

You don't know how to answer, scared for the first time of where your mouth could take you. So your solution is to nod, and step aside for him to open the car.

"There you go" he's dropping it in your hands, fingers lightly brushing yours. There's a shiver down your spine despite the cool weather, and you know damn well it's all his fault. He may feel it too, by the way he takes a step back, putting some distance.

"Need anything else?" but it feels like a slap to the face, as if he's challenging you to speak what you've been thinking but are too coward to do when he stands before you.

"No" you mentally slap yourself for how pathetic you sound, "this is all I needed, Mr. Miller. Thanks"

You look back one last time, despite it all. And there it is: that same look he gave you in the car.

"Anytime" but it falls deaf to your ears, as you basically ran away from him.

Him and his imposing presence, enough to make your legs tremble and your mind to stop working. Him and his smell, that brings you back to simpler times and reminds you of a a secret place in the woods, musk getting under your skin. Him and his breath, hitching when you touch hands. Him and his beating heart, just as loud as yours.

"Took you long" Sarah comments when you return, "I was already falling asleep"

She doesn't know or suspect, you tell yourself, but that doesn't stop you from feeling sick.

That night, as Sarah lays by your side and you try to sleep, all you can think about is his big hands, the lingering feeling of a warm touch. And then Joel, stepping back―coming to his senses, as if something is holding him back.

Anytime.

You can't help but wonder what stopped him.

Days have blurred between drinks by the poolside, waves crashing, wet sand in your fingers and sun carressing skin.

Despite what happened, Joel remains in the shadows, letting you and Sarah enjoy your trip in peace. You may be spending time with your bestfriend, but his presence hangs in the air, impregnated with his strong pine and whisky smell, looming over you like a shadow; suffocating, like his scent is all you can breath. You hate how your mind keeps going back to him, because despite your inicial claims to ruin him, that wasn't the purpose of this vacation, yet Joel seems to have infected you with a need that corners your mind to think of him and him only. The greed you feel is unnatural, like a spell has been cast upon you. He may be far, just as you wanted, and you should enjoy that, but it's that very same distance that is driving you insane.

Today, you and Sarah decided to go diving and then play volleyball.

The day ends, the sun sets, and so does the tiredness. But as Sarah's snores fill your ears, you toss around the bed, trying to conceal sleep to no avail.

Staring at the ceiling, you kept drifting back to Joel, mind wondering and heart racing at thoughts of strong arms caging you, warmth in your body that the breeze creeping through flowing curtains fails to provide.

The sound of wood creaking jolts you awake. His silhoutte is hard to miss, and your eyes follow it cross your bedroom. You pretend to be asleep, his scent up your nose as he walks in careful measured steps, trying not to wake you up. He looks back at Sarah, and the moonlight betrays him when it shines over his eyes, revealing an adoration that gnaws your chest.

He keeps walking, until he reaches the shared balcony. It's then that you make a choice, heart pounding in your chest as you race yourself from bed, going his way.

You go outside, finding him resting his arms on the balcony, facing the beach in silence. Soft waves crash against the wet sand, but not even that can overpower the sound of your beating heart.

"What're you doin' here?" he's asking, even if you haven't moved from your spot. Seems like your friend wasn't joking about his heightened senses, despite his old age. "Thought y'were 'sleep"

"Well, Sarah is a fast sleeper" you answer, walking to his side.

"She sure is" and the faintest of a smile appears on his face.

Joel Miller is a mystery to you: the most closed off man you've ever met, hiding behind his apparent apathy that only seems to be gone whenever Sarah is around. She's the apple of his eye, and those soft traces of a more tamed character that come to light have truly picked your interest, begging for more crumbs that will help you puzzle who he really is: he, that is as handsome as a mystery. The worst is, you don't know what attracts you more.

But you won't let him win.

"Mr. Miller?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you married?"

He looks at you, dark eyes partly iluminated by the moonlight.

"Aren't you a bit too young to be bold?"

"And aren't you too hot to be all alone?" you reply in an instant, rendering him speechless.

He chuckles, but it sounds defeated rather than amused.

"Trust me, kid" he's back at facing the ocean. Goddamn coward. "This isn't what you want"

"Don't call me kid" you berate, almost repulsed at it. "I'm twenty one"

He scoffs. "Still hella young"

"But I know what I want" a wavering hand ready to trace over his pecs, but he's stopped you before it descends. Before it's too late.

"You don't" he assures, grip on your hand stronger, without knowing how much you're enjoying this. Or maybe he does. "See? That's the problem with you kids: you think you do, but you don't"

You loose your patience.

"Tell me then, Mr. Miller. Would a kid do this?"

Taking the distraction, the same hand flies now to grop his dick, and to your surprise, it's already hard.

"Seems I'm not the only one who doesn't know what they want"

"Stop" he warns, hissing when your eager fingers unbuckle his belt. It's huge, for some reason, and you can't help but feel an ardent throb at the thought of grinding on it.

When your eyes look at Joel, he swears he sees you devilishly smirk, almost as if you were mocking him.

"Stop?" you bite your lip, feigning innocence as doe eyes look where dark ones had done before. "If that's what you want, you aren't even trying"

You kneel down, and the position gives you the perfect side of his adam's apple bobbing in a nervous gulp. He grows insecure under your intense stare, breath hitching when the wind hits his now free member as you pull down his underwear, revealing it hard and leaking with precum. You laugh delighted, with victory, and he finds himself trapped between the moon and your games, drowning on a sea feet away.

"I think I know what you want"

"How? You don't even know what you want" barely fighting it.

Your fingers grace over his soft abdomen, tracing down his belly and happy trail. Your teeth nip at the skin scattered with soft rosy lines, peppering the skin with fluttering kisses to entertain your mouth until your digits touch his hard cock. Joel whines, squirming, and you're delighted with the receptiveness, needy sounds escaping his lips.

You haven't even started yet.

"You're right, I don't" you agree. "All I know is you piss me off and that you ruined our trip, so I'm gonna take my anger out on you one way... or another"

You take your first lick, savouring the dark red head. His hips buck, a shaky gasp robbed from his chapped lips.

"Fuck" he exhales weakly, lost against the sound of water.

"Don't worry, Mr. Miller. I'll take good care of you" admiring his girth. He looks down on you, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Joel can't lie and say he isn't fascinated with the way you look at him, not believing so much appetite can fit in such a small young body. Not even his partners before you, had looked at him like he was the best thing in the world, and now here you were: the loud-mouthed brat best friend of his daughter, sucking his cock while Sarah slept just a few meters away. Just yersteday he was bickering with you, not standing your spoiled attituted and juvenile spirit that can't be tamed and won't shut up. Hell, you had even disrespected him. But here he is, not being able to find the words or actions to stop you: because he doesn't want to.

It was all so fucked up.

But then you're closing your lips around his swollen head, and he knows there's no point in fighting it anymore, his whole body urging him to give in.

"Oh, fuck" he pants, getting all worked up as you take him deeper. "Keep goin'. You're doin' a great job, sweetheart"

The praise gets to you, even if not needed.

Your tongue swirls, running the muscle with wet slides, up and down, tip to base, some pressure applied. You proceed to take in his balls, feeling him tense up. You wanted to mock him badly, but your mouth was full of his dick, so that wasn’t happening.

"D-don't stop" he pleads, sounding more like a whine.

He's deep enough that it hits your throat. You've never been this greedy, but also, have never tried with a dick so big. You feel him in the roof of your mouth, your lips at the base of the tip, brushing against skin. Joel can't keep up: breath hitching, moans ragged and consumed, barely standing if it wasn't for your hands digging in his thighs for support.

You keep building pace, seeing Joel's face scrunch up.

"M' close" his voice comes out strained, his head tilting back, wild soft locks from before now plastered against his forehead, dripping with sweat. His muscles tense, you can feel it, and it's just about time before he's coming inside your mouth.

You want it. To taste more of him, who you claim to hate but feels oh so good. Strong, just as his presence.

"So good, fuck, you're so good" in a tone so needy and desperate. It falls out of his lips, followed by more unintelligible praises dripping from his tongue.

And then, in a shaky breath, lost to the wind:

"Y/n"

You gasp, and he feels it, the air ticklish on his sensitive skin.

Joel said your name.

Your name, in a way it had never been said before. Uttered like a prayer, submerged in devotion. Your name, melting into his moans, deep within him, the calling full of a primal desire. The experience is intoxicating, making you crave more.

Joel comes with a groan, head falling back. Your name dies on his lips as his hips thrust up with your lips closing in. Thick spurts of cum mix with saliva in the back of your throat. You pull out, a string of saliva still connecting you to his dick. He looks down on you, body shaking as much as yours. Without breaking eye contact, he wipes some of the mess drooling from your lips, his calloused thumbs carresing you with a softness you didn't think was possible. The contrast makes you falter a bit, and you know Joel notices.

"There you go" your voice comes out hoarse, avoiding his eyes, "now you know what you want"

He chuckles, giving you a hand to stand up. As you raise to your feet, his face is barely inches away from yours. You can see the lines time has marked across his face, the grays coloring hair you remember to be brown, and those eyes―piercing through you like they know you better than you know yourself.

"But do you?"

Joel Miller doesn't know what is regret.

He didn't feel it when Sarah arrived unexpectedly at the ripe age of twenty, forcing him out of college. He didn't feel it when Sarah's mother left him alone to raise his daughter all by himself, aware he had tried it all to make it work. He surely didn't feel it when you came back after leaving Texas, long gone the childlike wonder and features that made him see you as an extension of his daughter, his gaze lingering a bit too long on this familiar face in a beautiful blooming new body.

But this is different, and he isn't sure if, for the first time, he's finally known what is regret.

Joel Miller also doesn't know when to back out of a fight.

He remember his brother Tommy, practically begging to let go of some asshole that dared to pick up on him, knuckles bloody no matter if he was young then and old as stubborn now, the same red painted across his willfull hands.

But now those hands prickle and sweat, no matter how much he runs them over the fabric of his jeans. And now, as your dangerous stare pierces through him across the small table, Sarah oblivious to the game as she quietly munchs her cereal, Joel Miller backs down, his gaze the first to look away.

He realizes just now why he was so afraid to look up to the sky after you left. The same stars that stared back from the high of the dark night are akin to the ones dancing in your eyes.

"Mr. Miller" your voice breaks his train of thoughts.

"Where's Sarah?" he asks in a panicked voice, realizing you've been left alone.

"Brushing her teeth" you answer, slightly taken back by his tone. "We were going out today, remember?"

Ah, yes. A little tour to an island not to far away from there.

"M' not goin'. Sorry, kid" he's decided. Before you can speak, Sarah returns and asks the question herself.

"M' tired. That's all" but it sounds rather an excuse.

"Are you sure, dad?" Sarah presses, not sure why he had changed his mind at the last minute.

"Yeah" he insists, all while avoiding those eyes of yours, unsatisfied and searching for answers of questions qithout a voice. "You girls go and have fun"

So you do.

You go and feel like you're inside of Mamma Mia (your favorite movie; both of you learned ABBA's discography thanks to it, something that offended your parents), the sun reflecting in the water, the little island with its green and sun, and the flowers that dust their petals into the shore where your boat arrives.

But when the trip is over and soft waves rock your return, you think of Joel.

You think you should feel at least a little ashamed of becoming so obssesed with a man in barely two days, who, on top of it all, is your bestfriend's dad. But then you remember the taste of him inside your mouth, how his dick had rasped against your throat, his seed warm in the tip of your tongue. And then his eyes, promises meant to be broken locked away behind tides of fear, that do an excellent job of reminding you how easy is to drown; to fall for how in hazel flickers, Joel seems he'd give you the world.

"Let's get drunk" you deadpan once you're back at the shore.

Sarah laughs at your determination, then realizes you're serious.

"What?"

"Yeah, it's our last day here" you reason. "Besides, your dad isn't here. What's he going to say?"

If you sound between angry and dissapointed at his absence, Sarah remains quiet.

"We're running away" she tries one last time, but by the look in your eyes, you've made your choice.

"Are we? We're twenty-one, Sarah. We can do whatever the fuck we want" you feel rebellious all of a sudden, "what? Don't you wanna give this trip a grand finale?"

So you crash into the nearest bar and waste the night away, drinking and dancing. But you're ordering a drink you don't like, and in every glass of whiskey down your throat, his name hangs in the air like the memory of his smell, locked behind a vault as if it's too sacred to say. But when Sarah gets a boy to dance and lends his friend to you, you wish there was rough where soft meets your skin, and chapped when you kiss his lips. Your body burns ablaze with sweat, alcohol and regret, a dangerous combination that makes you pull Sarah out of the bar when you feel you're about to black out. She complains, but you're set on making it to the bed before your eyelids shut.

Maybe it's because you always had what you wanted, or maybe it was the forbidden, but whatever reason had pushed you in Joel's orbit, refused to let you go.

And maybe you're imagining his voice, scolding you like a kid. Maybe you're seven again, and in the shadows of the bed, you've gone back to your childhood days. Y/n, y/n, y/n. That sick berating tone of his, acting like you're stupid and small.

"Fucking brat" he spats, drops of his angry scowl landing on your cheek. You then realize he's hovering over you, and it's real, not a product of your foggy mind. So you stand up, sobering up a bit, when he charges back again. "Makin' my daughter pass out? What the fuck were you thinkin'? Could've ended in the middle of the street. You're s'pposed to go to the damn island and then come back!"

Your mouth tastes like sand, but even if you've passed out a couple hours ago, the fire doesn't die. So your tongue is back, finding it's voice to say:

"Well, if you hadn't left us alone, this wouldn't have happened"

He chuckles, darkly. Humorless. "I see"

"What?" you challenge, a shiver down your spine that looses itself somewhere else.

"You got my daughter drunk as revenge"

You're mortified at the accusation, the remnants of alcohol now long gone of your system.

"Do you think I'd risk me and my friends' safety for you? Out of all people, you?" not caring if you sound bitter.

The truth sticks to your skin as uncomfortably as the sweat.

"I dunno, sweetheart. That's why I'm asking you" the pet name rolls effortlessly, in a rough voice that creates a wet spot in your panties. He gets closer, and you can see the tremble of his lips as he lets out a shaky breath. "Be a good girl and answer"

"I won't tell you shit" you spit.

"You little minx, thinkin' you can run your tongue like it ain't been 'round my cock before" you look like a deer caught in headlights, and Joel's enjoying this more than he should. "That's right, what'd Sarah think knowing her friend's a little slut for'er daddy's cock?"

The electric current that crosses your body sparks the fire of the woods hiding behind his auburn storms.

Now you're feeling high on a forest fire. You want the flames to engulf you, even if ashes is all there'll be left.

"Tell me you want this" his forehead clashes against yours, and the whole world falls silent, except for your ringing ears.

"I want this" and he's just as surprised as you are by the unwavering conviction. "I need you, Mr. Miller"

You try to get up, but he pushes you with full force back into your bed. Then, the base creaks, and he's on top of you, his weight pressing you against the mattress.

"What are you-"

"You think I'd let you get away easily? Have things your way? Naive lil' girl" he tuts, "I'll punish you for that"

As on cue, drowned out snores are heard from your side.

"But, Sarah-" you try to protest, his body caging you under his mercy.

"That'll mean you're behavin', right?" he runs his thumb across your lips, gently pulling them down, as if the chase was thrilling as eating the prey. "I know you don't want to wake her up and see her slut of a friend bangin' her daddy"

You tense, remaining silent at the threat, even if your body reacts other ways.

"Good girl"

He’s quick to get rid you of your shorts.

"Fuckin' hell" he murmurs against your neck, the clothing discarded somewhere in the room. "Wearin' this little shitty bottoms to rail me up, knowin' damn well when to bent and get me hard. Been thinkin' of takin' them off ever since you wore 'em first"

The confession makes you whine, and Joel's delighted by the sound, and just how putty you are under his big rough hands.

"Let's see what we got here" his large hands caress your thighs as he settles between your legs. "Black lace, baby? Such a fuckin' tease. Wore 'em for me?"

You shake your head, but his calloused digits dig on the plush skin of your thighs, making you wince at the pain.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart. You'd said you'll be a good girl, yeah?" you nod, soaking wet, painfully so.

"Yes, I'll be"

"Show me your manners, then" he presses light kisses on the insides of your thighs, close to where you need his graying beard to tickle, "and I'll show you mine"

"Just eat me, Joel" you demand breathlessly. "Fuck. Need you, Mr. Miller, so bad"

"And why should I reward you, impatient little slut? Eager to get daddy's filthy mouth between that pretty pussy" Joel bites the inside of your thigh, and it takes all of your strength to avoid becoming a moaning mess. "You've been bad, sweetheart. A brat"

You deny it, but his head dissappears between your legs, licking the wet spot on your panties. You squirm under the teasing of his tongue, legs shutting close on instinct. You drown a whimper in your palm as he yanks your panties away.

"Don't do anything I ain't tell you to" demanding, and if you weren't this horny and out of your mind, you'd probably be scared. "There'll be consequences"

You try to obey. But then his nose, that big nose you want covered in your slick as you grind off of it between your legs, sniffs your panties. He gives it one big sniff, and then two, fingers going white as he holds the piece of fabric with too much force, shoving it on his face.

"Ye'r too fuckin' sweet, I'll give you that" he mumbles in a drunken haze. "Need to taste that drippin' cunt of yours 'night"

The bed creaks again, or maybe it's the sound of his bones starting to give in to old age, but Joel is sucking your clit, tongue pushed inside of your puffy folds. You hide a moan against his lips, hands traveling to grip his hair.

"Joel" you breathe out. 

He parts your folds easily, and before you know it, a rugged finger circles your entrance. Your back arches, and then he leaves place for his mouth again, flicking your sensitive core with his tongue. A moan a little too loud escapes your lips, making his eyes darken when the bed next to you shifts, Sarah tossing in her sleep.

"You dumb fuckin' brat. What'd I say?" his hand slams against your pussy, a sting you've never felt before, both showered in pain and pleasure, spreading across your cunt. "Don't disobey me. Apologize, now"

He stops his minstrations, and you're so achingly close to your orgasm, that the answer falls easy and rushed from your lips.

"Sorry, Mr. Miller"

"Good girl" Joel praises as he pushes his finger in, next to his tongue on your clit.

But the orgasm is so deliciously close, and you can't wait for more. So now you're grinding in his face by reflex, rubbing against his big nose just like you'd imagined. You whine at the sensation, and Joel rests his tongue flat on your clit with surprise.

"Who gave you permission to do that?" but his voice sounds more amused than nagging. "That imagination of yours is somethin' else. Have you been thinkin' bout it all this time, hmh, greedy dirty slut?"

The orgasm looms closer, hitting when Joel pushes a second rough finger in, walls clenching against his digits. He pulls away, licking his fingers with his tongue.

"Such a perfect pussy you got there, sweetheart. As sweet as you when you ain't bein' a pain in the ass"

You laugh breathless, trying to recover.

"Wanna taste?"

So now he's kissing you for the first time, his lips rough against plush skin, nibbling with your lower lips between his teeth, his tongue still tasting like you roaming free inside your mouth, like he wants to mark every corner; imprint himself in you. You've never wanted anything, hell, anyone more. The kiss leaves you hanging, heart racing at the closeness of his face and the warmhearted feeling of his lips on yours, like pieces of a puzzle fitting together.

"There you go" he chuckles, enamoured at the sight of your puffy lips. "Now it's my turn"

He's quick to get rid of the jeans and belt (oh well, it'll be another day) until he's over you, just wearing his boxers.

You'd never seen Joel naked before, why would you? But there's a vague memory of hot summer days, trying to survive the heat in the town's pool, just as the rest. He was there, eye candy for the mothers and horny teens. You hadn't understand back then, when he was all muscle, but you do know, where the mighty strenght is still hidden there, somewhere between his sturdy arms and chest as soft as his belly, round as it pushes above the only piece of cloth that forbids you to see his dick. His chest is full of hair, and God, you feel so dirty wanting to bury your face in the sweat drenched patch.

"Stop lookin' at me like that" he teases, but there is a small voice of insecurity hiding its undertones beneath his smirk under your stare.

"You're so fucking hot, Joel" comes out before you can stop it, now mouth acting up on its own.

Fuck, he thinks, he's too far gone. There's no point of return.

Your eager fingers pull down the underwear, fingers grazing the softness of his length. You slowly grabs his dick as he comes closer, never seeing anything as big and provoking as it. That makes you tighten your grip on his dick, which stands proud and tall, leaking precum, and the muscles of his thighs strain against his skin. 

He positions himself between your legs again.

"Let's put this big bad boy to use, huh?"

He grunts at your words, large hands finding your thighs for support, as he caresses up and down the skin littered with marks and kisses.

Joel pushes in. Just his tip, yet your mouth falls open at how large he already feels, and you tighten your hold on his neck.

"Tell me if it hurts" all softness on his eyes, his forehead falling against yours, as if he hadn't been punishing you just minutes ago. Your heart races at the gesture, tender meeting the rough of his edges.

The real question isn't asked, but you're on the pill and you trust him. You just want to fill him inside of you, all of him.

"I will, Mr. Miller"

He slams all the way in. You let out a broken sound, quickly muffled by his palm as he stays buried deep inside of you, givimg you time to adjust to his size. It burns, but you enjoy the way the pain feels. He slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way in again. Your slick folds take him, and he grunts, supporting his aching body by the forehead against yours one more time.

"So tight, sweetheart. Ain't nobody ruinin' this pussy but me" his growl comes out possesive as Joel establishes a steady rhythm. You softly moan as he keeps moving, pounding into you, hitting a spot no one had before, making you see stars. It gets harder to stay quiet, but Joel caputres every little sound that comes out of you in a kiss, as if that way he could preserve them better and forever.

You wrap your legs tight around him, keeping him close as your walls clench around him, his thrusts harder yet slower as he keeps going, ramming into you.

"Look at you, coatin' my dick like a fuckin' meltin' ice cream" he gently pushes it again between your folds, rubbing his dick on your clit. "So fuckin' wet, for me"

His lips are slightly parted and his eyes looked all fogged up, lost in the fire, thrusts becoming sloppier as he too feels it coming.

"So fuckin' pretty" drips from his mouth, and there's the stars in your eyes and the light you insist he's always had, even if he'd prefere the darkness. "The prettiest girl in the world with the sweetest pussy, givin' it all to this ol' perverted fuck"

The words and his big dick inside of you makes your eyes flutter shut on instinct.

"Don't sleep on me, baby" he coos, a hand brushing damp hair from your face. You recognize the look: the same in the car, on the balcony and on the poarch of his house, after letting the years go by. Back then, you thought you had dreamed it, but now that the secret saccharine sweetness reveals herself as he slams into you, you know it was real.

This is real.

You meet his gaze again and try to hold it as he pounds you so gently yet so rough, trying to show him without words that whatever this wrong and sick feeling was, you felt the same.

"Such'a good girl, takin' me so well" Joel grunts, slamming to the hilt. "Fuck, sweetheart, I'm gonna-"

His dick twitches inside of you, walls spasming around his cock as your pussy takes it all, milking him dry.

"Take it all, like the good girl you are"

Both of you pant, and it takes him a while to realize the sun is raising again until its rays hurt his eyesight.

He's about to tell you how this shouldn't be, how he, at such an old age shouldn't be pinning for his daughter's friend: so young, sweet and loud-mouthed. No matter if you felt the same, or if your body was marked in and out by him, No, because wanting isn't enough, and no tide could wash away his sins from the shore.

"Listen, y/n-" your name like he has never said it before: no scold, no malice nor lust. Just a softness he hadn't felt in years, asleep under thick layers of cold.

But your soft snores fill the silence between the beats of his heart.

tags: @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrosgrogu thank you sm for reading! hope u enjoy it :)

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Incredibly honored to be considered for Yellow thoughts and input! I love yapping about Yellow <3

unfortunately I am not really very well versed in or experienced with symbolism in general, and am especially lacking in knowledge on flower and plant symbolism,, so idk how much I can really add

I did do a quick google on daffodils tho, and I'm seeing a lot of results saying they represent hope and rebirth and new beginnings. So ofc my brain has immediately run off sprinting in a random direction with that. So. Just gonna. Ramble about that while I'm here in case it's at all helpful

'cus something that represents "hope" and "new beginnings" being used a representation for Yellow?? kinda fascinating when thinking about how and why Yellow first appeared in the story. Because like, that's exactly what Yellow was supposed to be for Arthur, to be a new John, restarting from the beginning but still back safe with Arthur! A new and different, but still there, beacon of hope for Arthur in dealing with whatever followed. But that's also pretty solidly not what Yellow ends up actually being to Arthur. I feel like the contrast there could be used to do something pretty interesting somehow

Guys guys guys I’m working on my John, Yellow, and KiY designs rn, and while I have the symbols I want to use for John, I can’t decide what to do for Yellow and KiY when it comes to plant symbolism (John has fire lilies and French marigolds so I figured I should continue with the flower/plant motifs through all of them, specifically KiY as a pest of some sort?? Yellow needs a flower though). I was thinking of daffodils for Yellow but idkkk- I know you Yellow Yappers (ngl, looking at you, @if-loki-was-a-fox lol) are out there and I beg for your help. Also any other silly design ideas appreciated!

[keikeichi123456]

hear me out, zosan grindr au HEAR ME OUT

sanji, after finally coming to terms with the fact that he might not be totally straight, decides to download grindr and sets up a profile with the help of nami

luffy plans a hangout with all his friends and the moment sanji walks into the room, the telltale sound of two grindr notifications goes off

the room is silent. everyone is staring at sanji. sanji wants the ground to swallow him up whole. eventually conversation starts up again but sanji still wants to die

wait a minute…two notifications went off which means…

sanjis head snaps over to where zoro’s lazily nursing a bottle of beer and checking his phone

sanji hears another notification going off and hastily pulls out his phone, attempting to silence the damn thing when he sees what the notification banner says:

Grindr

Roronoa Zoro just tapped you!

oh that fucking asshole

sanji quickly opens up the app and clicks on the offending profile and there it is in all its glory, a picture of zoro holding up a fucking fish, holy shit how cliche can one get—

Roronoa Zoro

Online Now

0 feet away

Not looking for anything serious

of course that assholes not looking for anything serious, the guy’s one true love is swords for fucks sake

Grindr

Roronoa Zoro: i didnt know u were on here

sanjis fingers fly over the keyboard, ignoring the fact that zoro was literally at yelling distance

Sanji: fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou

Roronoa Zoro: lol

Roronoa Zoro: i mean if u want

Sanji: ALSNDNWKFKCNNSKW KYSKYSKYSKYSKYSKYS DIE

Roronoa Zoro: 😂

shenanigans ensue

(too lazy to write it all out rn but basically zoros been pining after sanji for so long but is sure that it wont be going anywhere cuz that is the straightest of the straight (which he will later learn isnt true) so he uses grindr to just release some pent up energy, the reason why his bio says hes not looking for anything serious is cuz hes in love with sanji like IN LOVE IN LOVE

sanji doesnt know that and so when he starts developing feelings…that really fucks him up, he thinks zoros just using him but sanjis terrible at communication and zoros kinda dumb so

they eventually figure it out tho and finally sort their shit out)

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

I have no idea what this is, I had a dream and I just need to write this shit down. im going thru it rn. trust.

mentions of throwing up, kind of ooc jimmy, just feels, cursing.

The bass from the party music still thumped across the room, while you decided to be quick on your feet and drag your legs towards the balcony door, trying to get some fresh air from the cramped atmosphere you were trapped in for who knows how long.

once the balcony door opened, a wave of cold air stung your face, whooshing past you, and scattering a few hair strands here and there, you stepped outside, and walked towards the railing. you stood there, just breathing and taking in all the glory of the dimly lit night sky, and looked at the skyline glowing vibrantly with distant noises of traffic and the citylife.

"crawled out of the wild night?", A voice from behind you made you whip your head back and come face to face with your boyfriend, jimmy.

"you seriously call that a party? Half of them have puked up whatever cheap alcohol they'd drank. It's so gross". you retorted back at him. "Can we leave already? please? Let's stay over at my place instead, yeah?". you suggested.

Instead of answering or even giving you a nod as an acknowledgement, jimmy decided to instead stare at you, so intently that it made you gulp a lump which'd formed in your throat, he stared at you with his lips curled into a subtle smile, so subtle it wouldn't even have caught your eye if you weren't paying attention. And then, as suddenly as he'd started staring, he said,

"Why are you actually with me?". He said in a tone so deadpan that you would've thought that he was out of it. "What? Are you okay?".

"No, y/n I'm asking you, I'm being serious, why do you even like me?". Jimmy said. "Jim are you okay? Where is this coming from? Now, of all times?".

Arguments with your boyfriend weren't an uncommon occurrence, it was as normal as deciding to drink a cup of coffee. This, however, was new. Your arguments never revolved around him being conscious about his self worth.

"A day never goes by without us arguing, without any of your 'friends' telling you to leave me. without me calling you a whore at least twice a day. So why are you with me even after all of it? It would've been easier for me to understand if you were a hooker, just looking for a place to crash at without trying to make actual connections. But you don't have any reason, so why are you with me?".

You were left dumbfounded, was this actually happening? Him, of all people, asking you why you loved him? Was this his idea of a joke?

"Jim did they fucking poison you at the party? Do you even realise what you're asking me?". You decided to answer.

"I know damn well what I'm talking about, y/n. Now answer the fucking question, why do you love me? Do you have some kinda messiah complex? trying to 'fix' me? or something like that? a new type of fetish?".

Your jaw was practically left hanging at your boyfriend's sudden display of aggressive attitude towards defending the idea that you loved him for an ulterior motive.

"Why don't you hate me?". He snapped once again.

"Because you don't give me any reason to". You finally said back.

"Oh don't give me that crap, I give ya plenty of reason to dump my ass and run away from me, any other person would've called the fuckin' cops on me". He continued on.

"Because I love you, Jim". You stopped him mid sentenced.

"I love you not in the sense that I want to get in your pants or steal your wallet, or save you from your misery, or whatever else nonsense you have going on in your mind". Jimmy was still looking at you with narrowed, skeptical eyes.

"I love you, as one might love another person, simply because they wanna love them. I love you, because I want to love you". You didn't realise that your chest was starting to feel heavy, and your vision was getting blurry, but you continued on.

"I love you because... because I want to. Not because I have to, not because there's some fuckin'... i don't know, social obligation that one must require to love another? I don't have it, i don't need it. You make me want to love you without any cause, I love you in the sense that... I love you because I can, I love you in the way that I need to... let you know that I can't do without you goddamn it. Why? Do you not want me to love you?".

At this point tears were flowing down your cheeks like a goddamn waterfall, you weren't yelling, you weren't pleading. you were simply letting your boyfriend know that you loved him.

Jimmy's eyes were wide, it's almost as if he'd seen some ghost, trying to prove to him its existence. Without saying a word hugged you so tight as if it was the last thing he could do before dying.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so fucking sorry". He repeated those words like a mantra, neither of you know what came over for this conversation to take place in the first place, but now that it has. You're unsure if you wanted for this to have never happened.

[cloooudmilk]

★ mamma mia

note: updates are probably gonna take awhile since i started school,,, sorryy :///

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You dropped everything you were doing as soon as you spotted a familiar man.

It seems he spotted you too since he began to run away from you.

“Nagi Seishiro, get back here, now!” You ran behind him. From the short glimpse you got of him before he started running away, you could tell he was much older since you’d last seen him, twenty years ago, but you recognized that white hair anywhere.

He ran into a room, closing it behind him.

Banging on the door, you yelled, “Get out of there, this hotel is closed!”

Still banging on the door, you heard the door from the room behind you open up. “Why is it so loud out here?”

Turning around, ready to apologize to who was likely one of Daisuke’s groomsmen, your jaw dropped. Before you was Michael Kaiser, in all his glory. You could recognize that rose tattoo anywhere.

“I–Seishiro… and Michael,” you stammered. You looked at Kaiser, then to the closed door behind you, then back to Kaiser. “What…what are you both doing here?”

Kaiser scratched his chest, tilting his head diagonally. “It’s not just the two of us.” You followed his gaze, looking at the door next to the room Nagi was in. The door was ajar, revealing a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“Yo–Yoichi!”

You covered your mouth with your hands, backing away from the hallway. There was no way this was happening. The three men came out of their rooms, taking up the small hallway’s space. You gathered yourself, taking a deep breath.

“What are the three of you doing here?”

“We’re on vacation,” the three of them say simultaneously.

“Together?”

Isagi stepped forward, “No, we three strangers just had a shared thought. Complete coincidence.”

You let out a breath in relief. “Strangers. So you don’t know each other?”

They all shook their heads.

“Okay.” You point an accusatory finger at all of them. “You three can’t stay here. I don’t even know who let you book rooms here! The hotel’s closed for renovations— and a girl booked the place for her wedding. You all have to leave!”

You walk backwards, almost tripping against the hallway-long rugs.

“I’ve got to deal with some stuff, but the three of you better be gone!”

You speedwalked away, trying to find another floor for you to take care of. Anywhere but the third floor.

“It was good to see you,” you hear them all say.

fun facts!

★ y/n never told reo or hyoma about nagi and kaiser

★ as soon as nagi texted the gc (last chapter) isagi was already poking his head out to see y/n

★ y/n stress cleans, she’s probably doing that rn

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[obsidianpen]

Vodka anon back as sober anon to tell u I meant it when I said I made my friends read you. They said bitch I’m not going on ao3. I said bitch you will.

And they did. It might have taken them three-five years to convince (dont comment on the fact I’m 21 shit happens) but they finally did. They didn’t even know how to get to it I had to FaceTime one of them. But like u think my drunk comments on here are weird? Babes we have nothing on vodka anons personal life these lovely ladies won’t judge me for anything. And I think the fanfiction ppl read could say a lot about them. So now they just know me better (im slightly embaressed they wee like this is what you’ve been reading in the car with us there). Anyways, they read it (made them read blood and gold thought that was a little easier than no glory) And they told me they loved it (obvi) and asked where was the rest, need it rn. One didn’t know how it worked where ao3 writers can take years to update. Others have seen ppl make fun of it on tiktok and tumblr. They called me and were like when does she update. One knows im vodka anon and I have shown them your tumblr page and that one makes the most fun of me but would never share. But anyways, ya they were down fucking bad. Because we have in fact compared our extremely smutty hockey romance novels so like a place where anyone can publish shameless hot man porn, they are down.

My roommate, who is also an ao3 reader (as if I would choose anyone else) has never read Harry Potter fanfiction EVER. I don’t even know what she reads bc she won’t tell me. But she read it and came into my room crying being like wtf have u done to me. So ya that was the crying one.

But in conclusion, you have had 7 (?) new ppl on ao3 who had never been there before and 1 person who had never read Harry Potter fanfiction. So be proud of your abilities!

this is amazing. I laughed at the ‘they asked where was the rest’ part LOL tell them they should leave a comment saying vodka anon sent them, I’d die

thank you for sharing this!!!!!! Made my day 🥰❤️

[mymoonsight]

You are my morning glory, my sunshine, the rays of the moon when you speak about wanting to be seen in a Reader fic! You want the same thing as I do! I hate reading about petite-ness in a reader fic.

SOMETIMES I read fics and they are good at making sure you’re seen, but majority of the time it’s feminine masked, plump lips this, doe eye that. Nothing wrong that that, but that’s what I see most of the time.

First off- very flattered

Second- I’m glad I ain’t the only one out here dealing with this 😭

I so agree that the things that get included aren’t wrong, those things are beautiful on people. But it’s wrong to say “this works for any reader!” and it just doesn’t. I’ve gotten really into a fic before that because I’m so used to reading “short and dainty reader” I let it slide for a while with just a roll of the eyes, but then I got several parts into the fic and then there was a whole paragraph talking about “readers” short frame, which was described several times in three sentences, and petite body as well as her curly hair were absolutely stunning. I legitimately stared into the corner of my room like it was the office like, “who are you talking about rn?”

The sad part about it was the plot and writing were amazing and that’s why I let it slide, but like 1/3 of the way through the fic it felt like an OC x character more than anything. Like please just let readers know before and clarify that your reader has defining features, I even went back to check just to get it confirmed that the author never gave disclaimers before I sadly dropped the fic

[l3viat8an]

I wanted to talk about Beel being a tool that Luci uses as a Dungeon master. He sits in a throne in his room of pleasure and commands Beel to contort you every which way making sure his sin of gluttony is in absolute full glory as he takes all your pleasure getting you ready for the pain that converges into salacious pleasure that only he can show.

🏃🏻‍♀️💨��

Nsfw content MDNI

Wait come back!!!! Cuz fuck- CW: reads like dub-con (I think? it’s alright late ‘n my brain isn’t sure rn-) But think of it more like a roleplay scene everything is consensual!!

Lucifer just sitting as regal as a king watching, his face almost completely neutral except for the glint in his eyes as he watches you intently.

And the way Beel moves from one form of pleasured torture to another.

Warming you up, almost lovingly with his fingers and tongue. Before becoming rougher every soft, sweet touch turns hungry as Beel nips and bites a little too hard into your skin.

Pulling you into whatever position he has too and fucking his cock in to you, not caring about your cries of how it’s too much, how you can take anymore and it hurts. Only looking to Lucifer for a signal to stop.

Instead Lucifer merely nods his head an obvious sign to continue.

And always remember “This is what happens when you misbehave….darling.”

[shuniverse]

pick me up ,,| l.f

a/n: i’m doing these in a different font style now lol. but i wrote this on the spot because i’m just so done with life rn. i’m not going through personal internal issues, but needless to say this drabble will kinda sum things up. also this is written in lowercase on purpose, just btw

1.1k words

involves felix because he’s one of my biggest comforts next to channie.

the basic gist is of parents fighting and reader having to leave because of it, but it doesn’t explicitly show what they’re saying, so no descriptions of abusive language.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

you can’t do it anymore. the constant yelling, the fighting. you wish you had enough money to leave, but seeing as you’re job only pays so much and your parents seem to want you to stay, you’re stuck.

you’re in your room, blankets tucked over your head trying to drown them out as you at least attempt sleep, but it doesn’t work. the banging, the clattering, the constant berating and degrading and just pure hatred seeming to spew out of your parents mouths is too much.

you don’t know what else to do, so you call your boyfriend, seeing as it’s your only option. you pull out your phone, the brightness of your lock screen blinding you momentarily in the dark cocoon of your blankets. once your eyes have adjusted, you unlock your phone and head right to his number.

you: lixie come get me please

lix ❤️🍪: ok honey! what’s wrong? is it happening again?

you can’t bring yourself to answer at first, tears pricking again at your already puffy eyes.

you: yes pls come get me i can’t do this anymore

he sends two thumbs up emojis, and one little heart, attempting at trying to be gentle, which he always is. felix is someone you never thought you’d have, but you’re sure as hell not letting him go.

about 10 minutes later, there’s a text on your screen.

lix ❤️🍪: I’m here baby. take your time, I’m in no rush, I love you

you smile at his text, and send just a heart emoji. he doesn’t press for more of a response.

your tugging on your converse, the ones your mom bought you. they’re dirty, but functionable. you tie the laces loosely, tugging on your (felix’s) hoodie, grab your phone and bbokari plush and leave quietly out of your room. your parents are in the kitchen, and you shrink down while they’re shouting, not even noticing you leave. you sneak out the front door, and jog the small distance to felix’s car.

as you get in, you’re greeted by felix in all his beautiful glory in the drivers seat, looking to be disheveled and anxious. as soon as he sees you and your in your seat and shut the door, he grabs you and brings you in for a comforting, yet very snug, hug, breathing shakily into your hair.

“are you okay? are you hurt?” he pulls away, inspecting your features, his face softening just a bit as he sees the hoodie and plush sticking out of the hood haphazardly. sighing and brushing your hair back, he plants a gentle kiss against your forehead.

you shake your head at his question, and rest your head on his shoulder, tears in dry streaks down your face, your eyes red still. “no, they never touch me when they get like this.” you look up at him, and hold one of his ringed hands. “thank you, lixie.”

he smiles warmly, kissing your cheek. “any time, sweetheart.” his deep, soothing voice comforts you, and you snuggle against his shoulder

“can we go now? i don’t-“

before you can finish your sentence, felix is driving off. he intertwines his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand. “let’s head home, yeah?”

you smile. you’ve gotten used to calling felix’s apartment your home, it’s comforting. better than your actually home, where every other night it seems like you’re woken up by yelling.

after 10 minutes of comfortable silence, you’re walking up with felix to his apartment.

you don’t even expect a “come home” text from one of your parents tonight. if they haven’t noticed you leaving, they certainly won’t notice that you’re gone.

sitting on his couch, you’re watching on of your favorite comfort movies, an old Disney movie from when you were young. snuggled up against your boyfriend, you feel a surprising buzz of your phone. you reach for it, and pull it out to see, surprisingly, a “come home. please.” not from your mom, nor your dad. no, it’s from your brother. he never texts you.

you sigh, replying with:

you: im sorry, im at felix’s. you can call your girlfriend to get you?

the question is genuine, and he replies back almost immediately.

brother boy: I’ve tried but she won’t respond. they’re getting louder. can you help me?

you: I can ask one of the boys? I know you’re close to some of them. want me to call jeongin?

brother boy: sure. that works. just anything to get my out of this shit hole

you look at felix, who’s been gazing at you with a curious look in his beautiful brown eyes. “what’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“my brother needs to leave too. can you call innie?”

he nods immediately, grabbing his phone and calling jeongin.

they’re talking, and in a little less than a minute he’s ended the call. “innie’s on his way. good thing him and your brother are friends, huh?”

you nod, a small smile on your face before you look back at your phone for a second. the screen is notification free.

you open your messages and shoot your brother a text.

you: hey, jeongin’s coming to get you. he’ll be there quick, don’t worry okay?

brother boy: okay- oh, I think I see his car on the other side of the street. I’ll climb out the window.

you: no! just go out the door, I went out the back door. they didn’t even notice, you’ll be okay.

brother boy: ok. thank you

you: no problem. have fun with jeongin

he sends a thumbs up. you look up at felix, and kiss his jaw, making him smile. “thank you for helping me, lixie.”

he nods, kissing your forehead. “the least I could do, baby.”

you yawn, and he gently rubs your shoulder before scooting down a bit to lay you both down on the couch, and he pulls a soft blanket over top of you. he snuggles bbokari in your free arm, on the open side of the couch. “let’s get some rest, yeah?”

you nod sleepily against his chest, snuggling into it.

he kisses your head. “I love you, sleep good baby.”

you mumble something, and felix giggles, before wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep.

you wish you didn’t have to run to him every time your parents fought, but you’re glad he’s there anyways. you’re parents fighting is shoved to the back of your head as you fall asleep, but you know you’ll have to talk to them tomorrow.

but tomorrow is the last thing in your mind.

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hope you guys enjoyed!

please know that if you guys are dealing with things like this, and it’s getting bad, please don’t be afraid to tell somebody. this is a serious thing. my parents aren’t exactly innocent in this department, and I hate to have to hear it, and I don’t want the same for any of my readers or any others living with their parents.

this was a way for me to express my emotions through writing, involving someone who brings me much comfort. call it a coping mechanism, if you will. I hope people who are struggling can find a happy coping mechanism as well, and I wish you all the best <3

stay safe!

[crossover-enthusiast]

can i force op au down your throat

too bad youre getting it anyways

so i think it would be cool if instead of being chased around town, Moloch was doing the chasing. Like OP. Gregor uses all his resources saving Patty, so once he realizes hes not done and Moloch appears (in all his opposite icy glory) he decides to grab the kids and make a run for the church and thats when all the chaos happens.

rn im thinking: OP. Jack shoots Moloch, Moloch destroys Lila's car (and Skiddad hes also there), Streber is attempting to leave the hospital early only to get nearly run over by Moloch and he dives back into his hospital room, Skid and Pump almost get flattened and say swear words probably.. idk thats all i got

i also think there should be some terrifying scene where Moloch appears yknow, and he reaches to grab holy water from his backpack only to realize its broken and it soaked everywhere lmfao-

OKAY okay im done for real (im lying)

OOOOOO I like that a lot!!

Just a very subtle "oh, fuck..." as Gregor realizes before he takes the kids and just books it back to the church

Also the backpack getting soaked with holy water just makes me think of one of the Hatz throwing it at Moloch and it somehow still works lmao

[cassyapper]

"I believe we did."

"you dont get to commit the sin and then ask us all to feel sorry for you when there are consequences"

uh okay minor oppenheimer thought dump. it's not gonna be super long cause im still musing i think

in terms of what it is, well made film. the script had really powerful lines and they were delivered very well by really good actors. and the score...jesus fuck. i think it might jsut be me hearing things but the film ending with the final note of a song that sounds like an air raid siren oughhg

there's definitely room for criticism (both historical--accuracy-wise and film-making wise) but i do like the movie for what it is. i didnt find it enlightening per se cause i already knew a lot of the basic facts going in (or at least, the facts presented in this movie), but the presentation of it was so harrowing it's hard not to be affected. and that being said, i do think the film does a good job of presenting the impact of the atomic bomb in a way (ie, a (white) americentric way) so that certain groups of americans can finally understand why dropping the bomb was a bad fucking idea but only time will tell if that was successful. it'd be nice if i could stop seeing people say "well we had to" as if it was fucking america's hands tied behind its back. anyway

one thing i want to say but unfortunately i'm still not quite sure how to phrase is how i feel/what i got out of this movie as a white american soon-to-be-scientist. like, some details really gathered my attention, particularly about compartmentalism (an idea very anti-modern science...hiding your work like that from your countryman colleagues/the entire world of science at large would not fly today. clarity is very important. and especially in america, the events of the mid 20th century are really why it became proper etiquette to be absolutely transparent and i just think this film did a good job of explaining that even if unintentionally), how science and politics and ethics go hand in hand despite many white american scientists pretending so so hard otherwise for so long, and how oppenheimer was perfectly fine stealing native people's burial grounds from them to gain his own glory, but only grew a conscience about it later when it was clear the government would not give the land back and would build an h bomb with or without his assistance (so no glory for him there) and how that's reflective of well...modern colonialism honestly. it's a very "it's not about control it's about science!" excuse right now (see the mauna kea incident for example). speaking of, i really like the breakdown of the like mythical figure of oppenheimer. he is presented as the coward he 100 percent was in this film and you're not supposed to feel bad for him really -- maybe just kinda somber because of the greater whole (that being said i do wish they cemented this a bit more...)

it's definitely tonally a horror movie to be quite frank. which i think is only appropriate considering its subject matter

hm. yeah that's all i can say rn. it's late and i'm tired so im sorry if some of this is worded weird, i def have some runon sentences. i hope my points are apparent nonetheless

[annyankers]

working on magpies 2 bc i was so annoyed and trains soothe me lol so i'm working on a lot of the travel logistics rn

The route on Amtrak would be the Southwest Chief and then the 48 Lake Shore Limited. The Southwest Chief takes about 3 days and the Lake Shore is about 20 hours, so a total of 4 days on trains. The Southwest Chief starts in LA and ends in Chicago, then the 48 Lake Shore Limited starts from there and goes to NYC. I think realistically when talking accommodations Giles would consolidate them into 3 rooms, all bedrooms -- like a bedroom, a bedroom suite and a family room. I keep debating if Dawn should be bunking with spuffsilla since this is all to keep her safe from Glory or have her with her mom. If she sleeps with Joyce then likely that would be a bedroom suite and they'd also bunk with Giles because I don't think he could psychologically withstand bunking with the threesome. the other Youths are all in one suite together. But really either way Joyce and Giles are bunking together which is hilarious to me.

Things get less cramped once they get on the Queen Elizabeth 2 (which will be played by the Queen Mary 2 because it's easier for me get references for that one). I'm also considering them using a council owned yacht but there is a lot to be said about the whole "travel via public methods" tactic since it's the whole "hiding within the crowd" idea and it also helps keep Dawn calm both bc there's so much stuff going on to distract her and it all seems less clandestine and I'm writing her as a 12 yo in this. They're also booking it before she even knows what she is so the stakes are varied and high. Also with the yacht option getting enough room for everyone on a ship that doesn't end up just comically rich asshole big and can do the transatlantic crossing it would also actually take longer -- something like 9-14 days compared to the QE2/QM2's week.

The QE2 leaves from New York and docks in Southhampton. From there they would likely be picked up by watchers and then driven into London which is a roughly 2hr drive tho there is also a train which is about the same amount of times. Realistically they'd be put up in Council safehouses, which i need to work out lol and maybe even moved away from London to obfuscate things a bit more.

Everyone who's in school would be transfered to UK ones with the power of sketchy watcher nonsense and now that i'm thinking about it i might even have Dawn go to the watchers academy, if not that then she goes to a ritzy school -- tho not a boarding one which is pretty common for fancier English schools because Buffy would want to have good access to her for the obvious reasons. Joyce would be mainly doing medical stuff and her gallery was already being run by other people while she was having medical issues so it's fine, when she's feeling better she likely does some buying for the gallery tho. Tragically the magic box has to temporarily close down just as it was getting started (i am MAKING the magic box happen even if I have to rend reality asunder to do it (it'll just move it up in the timeline lol) ) but anya and giles mutually agree to twist arms to be compensated for that issue. Xander also as the issue of months of missed work but likely I think he'll be compensated for the wage issues and might even get some watcher training too, that or he gets carpentry gigs simply because he just likes doing it and ends up hanging with trades a lot lol. Spike and Drusilla do sexy vampire things. Spike also demands money just because he can.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Komos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Party Prince by the people of Olympius

Age- 16 (immortal)

Location- Mania neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- A real "life of the party," they're extremely outgoing, energetic, & sociable- effortlessly engaging with large groups at social gatherings. They can also be impulsive at times- making spontaneous decisions without considering consquences. They are pansexual and is currently in a relationship.

Komos personally identifies as non-binary and generally uses they/them pronouns. They don't mind when his parents use he/him pronouns.

They have the standard abilities of a god. As the god of revelry their other powers/abilities include limited alcokinesis (alcohol manipulation), flight (due to their bright neon purple wings that also glows in the dark), confetti generation/manipulation, being able to shapeshift into a satyr form, laughter/smiling inducement, as well as amétkinesis (fun manipulation).

Komos is the only child of their parents Agathaodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck) and Elais (goddess of oil). Other members of Komos' immediate family includes their cousin Pandaisia (goddess of banquets) as well as their aunts Spermo (goddess of grains) and Oeno (goddess of berries & wine).

Their current address is The Chataeu Nysaeus, a hotel located at Nyctelius Boulevard in the Mania neighborhood of New Olympus. They're currently renting out a bungalow, costing 1,200 drachmas a night! The hotel is infamously known for being "populated by beings either on their way up or on their way down." They don't mind living out of their glitter leopard print suitcases. Komos feels at piece within the aesthetic of The Chateau Nysaeus. The guests & employees don't see them as a deity- just as one of them.

The Chateau Nysaeus has also been lauded as a refuge for the upper crust of Olympian society no matter the being. Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) was photographed staying there for a few weeks when the initial news of Hera (goddess of women & marriage) leaving him went public.

Komos has a few tattoos- a disco ball on their right ankle (specifically done with purple glitter ink), a bunch of ivy petals on their lower back, and an ivy vine tattoo covering their right upper arm.

They will typically start their mornings with a quick shower followed by sunbathing & countless mimosas by the hotel's pool. They'll then order some room service for breakfast- a favorite of theirs being eggs benedict with avocado toast and freshly squeezed orange juice.

When it comes to music, Komos listens to a bit of everything. Their favorite genres include electronic, dance, synth pop, R&B, pop, and EDM.

As a very young godling, they were introduced to the politics of the pantheon when they were assigned to be the cupbearer to Dionysus (god of wine), who would eventually become Komos' mentor. A notable moment from that time that they remember was when he made ambrosia (with help from their mentor).

A go-to drink of theirs is Strengthify dragonfruit strawberry water. They also like vodka soda, champagne, rum & cokes, red wine, New Olympus Iced Teas, cosmopolitans, appletinis, jello shots, flirtinis, fruit vodka party punch, blowj*b shots, as well as p*rn star cocktails. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large fruit punch splash & an olympian sized double chocolate chip creme frappuccino (with extra whipped cream and mocha drizzle).

They love using the Glory's Crown ambrosia honey hair products. When they're in the mood to wear their hair curly, Komos loves using the Olmorfia pillow soft curls curling glaze.

A favorite from The Bread Box is the roasted pear & beet salad topped with extra goat cheese and balsamic dressing.

Komos' relationship with their parents has been interesting to say the least. They're definitely more keen on visiting their father than their mother. In Crete, Komos & Daemon will spend time at the beach surfing before ending the day with a glass of red wine while eating too many s'mores! They will try to keep Elais in the loop regarding their life through text.

A guilty pleasure of theirs is a slice of sicilian pizza topped with black olives.

Some of Komos' favorite makeup products to use include the Museology glossy blush balm stick in "basstastic bronze", the La Petit Amour glitter gloss in "starry swirl" (a shimmery iridescent color), the Hot Intoxication neon liquid eyeliners in the colors "appletini", "champagne fizz", & "purple haze", as well as the Olmorfia shimmering body oil in "crystal bronze". They're also fond of painting their nails with the Glimmer & Shimmer Glaze brand of nail polish.

They're not super close with their cousins and aunts, but Komos doesn't dislike them. They just don't get to hang out due to their crazy schedules. They invited Pandaisia over once who brought over a box of chocolate beignets from her shop Cocoa Delights. Komos really liked the distressed leather jacket they got as an induction gift from Spermo. They ended up bejeweling the back with purple spinels & rhodolites through use of their bedazzler!

A guilty pleasure of theirs is an olympian burger with olympian sized curly fries from Olympic Chef. At home, they enjoy eating the fries with grape jelly.

Komos is a recreational drug user- their favorites being lotus dust, pot, and lotus tiles.

They enjoy reading literary fiction as well as gothic literature & poetry anthologies. There's a growing collection of mass market paperbacks on their bedside dresser. They also like listening to audiobooks.

Komos is a very busy bee! Their income primarily comes from them being a club promoter. Their Fatestagram profile is used for their main job- marketing & advertising nightclub events, DJ performances, and networking to bring beings to the venues. They're also a licensed bartender and DJ- their stage name being DJ N3ON. For other means of income they also model for/endorse andro-cene, Kaleidoscope Lab, Maison du Drame, Hot Intoxication, & Museology.

They are thinking about starting a podcast.

A favorite frozen treat of theirs is the Cocktails on Ice cool as cosmo ice cream.

Their all time favorite dessert are the white chocolate frosted champagne donuts from Hollyhock's Bakery.

Every year, Komos travels to Thebes for the Dionysia holiday!

They love wearing the Korýfosi parfum created by one of their first crushes Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection).

In the pantheon Komos is good friends with Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Gelos (god of laughter), Eupraxia (goddess of well-being & success), Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility), Hedylogos (god of sweet talk & flattery), Keraon (god of baking & wine mixing), Adephagia (goddess of gluttony), Horme (god of energy), Pannychis (goddess of nightlife festivities), Cleta (goddess of whispers), Tyche (goddess of luck), Aerin (goddess of the ethereal), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), The Muses, and Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire).

Outside the pantheon they're friends with tons of maenads, satyrs, & satyressses.

Komos participates annually at the Electric Wonderland music festival- the largest electronic & EDM musical showcase in Olympius.

They also admire Sponde (goddess of libations) as well as their dad's girlfriend Panigýri (goddess of festivals). Komos enjoyed traveling to Olympia to see her where they celebrated the grand opening of her new nightclub Komfetí! They especially loved the Diamond Ave. disco ball jeweled clutch Panigýri bought for them as a birthday gift.

Komos also had crushes on Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty), Helios (Titan god of the sun), Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music), Felis (Titaness of cats), Nephele (goddess of clouds), and Hermes.

They've been in a relationship with a woodland satyress actress named Briar Vale for the past two years. She's well known for her role on the young adult drama Late Last Night where she plays the titular character Haven Greenwood, a recovering drug addict surviving her last year of high school. Komos initially met Briar at an afterparty at the dryad themed nightclub The Woodland Tavern. The two exchanged numbers after doing way too many green apple jello shots! They respect how dedicated Briar is to her craft, her wildly curly honey brown hair that has the faintest scent of mint, and the sense of euphoria they feel whenever they kiss her soft pink bow shaped lips.

Komos has started taking interpretive & breakdancing lessons.

Their all time favorite meal is curry goat stew with brown rice.

In Komos' free time they enjoy listening to music, writing, painting, drawing, playing video games, laser tag, rollerskating, and dancing.

"Being the life of the party isn't about being the loudest, it's about making everyone feel included and welcome."

[jentlemahae]

screaming bcs i sent an ask the other day about how sm don't care about their groups and will eventually ignore their existing groups to make way for their new groups and how mys believe they're the exception bcs of how popular aespa is rn but they aren't bcs that's just how sm is and has always been, and i scrolled through your blog to see if you responded to it (you did, thank you 😚😘) and i saw that a few asks later that one annoying my sent you a message that completely proved my point skfkfsjfs

yes aespa is insanely popular rn but newer kpop stans don't realize how insanely popular every sm group has been. for context i'm half korean so i have grown up with sm groups my whole life. i have vivid memories of being 9 and going to korea and seeing exo EVERYWHERE. the way my aunt talks about ses and tvxq is crazy like they were THE kpop groups of the time. even fx, sure they are arguably sm's least popular recent group but they were also everywhere at their peak. so that's what we're trying to say, ALL sm groups have been insanely successful and popular and yet sm STILL does the same old shit once they introduce their new groups. they won't disband the groups and they'll keep giving them comebacks every year or so to appease the fans but after a while they do just kind of give up on them.

unfortunately i have watched sm follow this pattern my entire life and they'll likely continue to do so which means it'll eventually happen to nct and aespa too. this isn't us being antis and wanting aespa to flop, i love aespa, i'm literally a my! what'll probably happen is the members will establish solo careers, some will go into acting, ningning will probably return to china and establish an entertainment career there, then they'll reunite once a year for a cb or at smtown. that's just how it goes.

yup!! that anon actually sent another ask but i got annoyed so i didn’t respond fshshsh but yes, they absolutely proved our point! <3 yes, aespa are insanely popular at the moment, but so were most (if not all) of the sm groups that debuted before them and who got “shelved” nonetheless. and it doesn’t matter whether it’s a gg or a bg — i wasn’t around for exo’s glory days but based on what pretty much everyone says, exo were pulled back a bit when nct debuted. and to be honest i think something similar happened within nct as well — in the early days of the brand 127 were prioritized more often, but as the years went on sm’s attention shifted towards dream, and after wish debuted the company moved to the more recent unit was again. all of those groups were extremely popular

but this is not the artists fault! and, like i previously said, it’s also completely understandable for a company to put more effort into a group that’s newer and has more room to grow because of that. but saying that it will NEVER happen to xyz group just because they’re popular shows a stark lack of knowledge of sm and kpop work. and i think your prediction sounds very very right (unfortunately)

also can i just say — sure, aespa may have more streams and sales compared to the previous ggs when they were 5 years into their careers, but we also have to take into account how much kpop has changed in these last few years. kpop has a very different reach now compared to when fx was active. or even when rv was active. rv absolutely WERE insanely popular and their popularity was comparable to aespa’s 100% and saying otherwise is just untrue and unfair

[pretty-pokesweet-of-you]

PFT, so I’m petting/grooming/snuggling with some of my ‘mons in the living room, which has direct view of the kitchen where beam is Malice Baking bc Jackie stole the computer and ran outside, so she can’t look on the rotomblr acc rn, nor any of its baking and Pokémon care forums, and I don’t think it’s used to living with Pokémon yet, bc Gourd jumped down from the counter top right as Beam was turning around with a recently top-carved-off pumpkin in hand, and I think Beam slipped or smth?

But the pumpkin hit the ceiling, in all it’s gutsy glory, so the kitchen’s a mess again bc of beam LOL, I hear it cussing Jackie out under her breath