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WHO KNEW? 💍💔

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

"You took my hand, you showed me how

You promised me you'd be around (...)

I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me (...)

If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone, I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong

I know better, 'cause you said forever, and ever, who knew?"

Summary: You and Joel had been married for a few months when he broke things up with you because he'd fallen in love with someone else, Sarah's mom. You parted ways but more than a decade later you end up meeting Sarah and that leads you to face your ex-husband one more time

• Inspired by this amazing HEADCANON request ❤️

Warnings: angst, broken hearts, asshole!Joel, divorce, infidelity, pregnancy, fluff (a little, maybe?) age gap (Joel is four to five years older than reader and the time skip is 12 to 14 years (Sarah's age) but feel free to imagine whatever you want)

A/N: Hi guys!!! I got obsessed with this story ever since I received that ask and turned into a headcanon but it wasn't enough, I had to write a longer, fuller version of this story! I think it's so appealing because we are all used to Joel being our knight in shining armor, always the perfect husband/boyfriend and well, here we can see another part of him. It's not a crime to fall in love with someone else, but the way he broke reader's heart was very mean. Also, I didn't specify reader's profession, just keep in mind she studied A LOT and now she makes good money, but feel free to idealize her job the way you want. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, besties ❤️

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You never really understood why some people told you getting married so young would be a mistake. It didn't make sense to you, at all. You and your soon-to-be husband Joel, were young, yes, but you loved each other deeply. You figured it didn't take much more than that to make a happy marriage.

You were fresh from highschool, always had good grades and it didn't take long for you to be accepted in many different institutions, and yet, you decided it would be a good idea to take a sabbatical year in order to get yourself sorted out, maybe get a job and save up some money and enjoy your marriage a little. Joel was very supportive of you, even if he knew you would eventually leave for college and you would both have to make it work long distance.

Joel was just a couple of years older, he'd just left the military and he also needed to know what to do in life, in order to support his wife, he didn't have the book smarts his girl did, but he was kind-hearted and hard-working. He also hadn't planned on getting married that young, but before he could even try to make any sense out of it, he was deeply in love with you.

So Joel proposed, you said yes, his dad helped him get a small, but cute house and the two of you started your new wed life.

For the first few months, everything was a bed of roses; you were so in love, that man was simply intoxicating. His touches, his kisses, his body, his smell, everything about him was addictive to you and you couldn't be without it.

You had found yourself a part time job as a sales clerk at a baby clothes store at the mall, just as Joel was working as an apprentice in the construction business, it was a very hard job, and just in a matter of a couple of months, you saw your boyfriend becoming bigger and more muscular. He worked hard for you, for your relationship, your marriage and the future family you would build in a couple of years. Even if your friends had told you it was madness getting married so young and your family had asked you not to do it, everything was just fine, what could go wrong?

Every single day, Joel would come back home, tired from work, and he would be welcomed by you in your fullest housewife version. Dinner all ready, house spotless clean and a loving wife dying to be in his arms. He would not disappoint you, taking you into his arms, lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, his kisses were so urgent, so needy of you, his hands roamed all over your body as you felt his cock throbbing. Every night next to your handsome husband Joel was a delight, it was your personal piece of heaven, nothing could stop the two of you when you were together, but eventually, it happened.

You didn't know exactly how it started, or when for that matter, it was all a thick fog in your mind, being unable to say precisely when your marriage began falling apart. Perhaps it happened sooner than you thought but you were just too naive or too blind to see; first thing you noticed, were the kisses; they were gone. No kissing before going to work in the morning but you shrugged it off, thinking that maybe Joel was just in a rush to get to work. Though you really missed them, your skin seemed to burn and ache for his touch, you didn't want to seem like a clingy wife, or nag him with unimportant things. Whenever he came back from work, he was still all yours; that's why it took you long enough to notice it.

Every evening, he came back with the same hunger he felt, only this time, he didn't seem to have felt that hunger for you per se, more like a desire within that needed to have you to help him relieve it.

He took you every single night, he gave you pleasure, simple, raw, indifferent pleasure. You didn't actually remember the last time you actually made love, because everytime Joel touched you, he always had you on your hands and knees for him, always fucking you on your back. At the time you thought it was just some kink or something like that, but now it was pretty clear to you it was just the easiest way for Joel to close his eyes and pretend you were someone else.

It was just simply fucking, a means to get to an end.

Then, he began getting home later and later, sometimes he would be too late for dinner, or he would just skip it entirely. Never explaining exactly what he was doing or why he was spending less and less time at home.

"Sorry babe, just had a sandwich with the guys"

That's what he would say before shrugging and going straight to the bedroom; not taking his time to actually see you'd cooked his favorite or that you were starving because you'd waited for him until that hour. The weekends weren't different at all, at first, right after you two got married, you'd spend the entire day in bed, just enjoying each other's company, each other's bodies and love; caresses full of affection carried with lust, turned into nothing more than just a memory some months later. Every weekend Joel simply got up, had breakfast and told you he was heading for work; and he would spend the entire day there, no phone calls to let you know he wouldn't be back for lunch nor calls to tell you he would grab a few drinks with the guys.

Always the guys, and as much as you tried to convince yourself it was indeed just one drink, or a burger, or a soccer match with the guys, your heart was sending you signals, trying to warn you there was something seriously wrong. Yet, you chose not to believe it, you told yourself it was actually kind of cruel of you to have such thoughts about your poor hard-working husband. What kind of wife would you be if you became paranoid while Joel was just working hard to provide you a good life?!

Joel was so busy with his work he barely even noticed when you asked for a double shift on Saturdays. Not that you liked working at the mall, but if you were going to stay alone all the time, you figured you would at least earn some money. Maybe Joel was just stressed about having to put up with the bills all by himself, you reminded yourself. Perhaps things would be back at what they were in the beginning, you were now marking six months of marriage and you knew this wasn't supposed to be happening. Your husband wasn't supposed to be that uninterested in you, he wasn't supposed to be indifferent towards your presence or so ungrateful, and yet you decided to fight for his love, after all, you loved him more than anything, more than anyone, it was an overwhelming feeling but you simply couldn't move on from it.

You waited for Joel another night, you'd made dinner, but of course he said he wasn't very hungry because he had grabbed a bite to eat with the guys.

Your heart clenched, he didn't kiss you, nor held you, it was like you were two different people sharing the same house; not lovers, not husband and wife, perhaps not even friends anymore. It felt each time more and more empty next to Joel, but you tried. You sat down and had dinner on your own, as he glued himself to the TV, watching whatever it was on. You knew him enough to know his mind was drifting away, thinking of something or someone, you weren't sure, the only thing you were a hundred percent sure was that he did everything at his willpower so he wouldn't have to spend time with you. It hurt, like a knife piercing through your chest, it was humiliating and you still didn't know why you were insisting. You swallowed after dinner and walked to the couch, he was nearly asleep and you ran your hands through his hair, feeling how soft his curls were; you had missed dearly times like that, it had been only a few months prior and yet, it felt like an eternity. The way your Joel would come to you, crave your touch, and just overall pay attention to you, unlike the haunting reality that you had to face, in which your husband simply began to ignore you, as if you weren't much more than a shadow, or an invisible and yet quite annoying presence. You looked down at his sleepy and peaceful form, he always looked so young and innocent when he slept it always warmed your heart.

The tip of your fingers ran through his scalp once more, he had always loved that particular display of affection. Minutes passed while you stroked his hair, you could feel Joel shifting softly under your touch, satisfied groans coming out like purrs as he began to slowly open his eyes

"Angela.." he murmured under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to catch it.

At that moment you felt as if you'd lost all balance, gripping the couch and staring at him in disbelief

"Who's Angela?" Your voice suddenly loud and serious, making Joel snap away from the sleeping haze he was in and stare into your eyes. He was carefully not to give it away immediately

"What are you talking about?" He got up from the couch, determined to turn his back to you

"You said a name. Angela, who's she?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N, stop being crazy"

Your blood boiled at the accusation.

For months all you did was try to be the perfect housewife, you cooked, cleaned, worked and brought home the little money you made in order to win back your husband's attention, not only that, you didn't want to have to give away to everyone who told you you would be making a mistake by marrying so young. It had been so difficult to actually admit to yourself your marriage was at a risk, and now you just had enough proof. After months of indifference, your husband was now mumbling another woman's name; as if it wasn't bad enough, he was trying to make the tables turn by accusing you of being crazy. That was so typical of men, but not of your Joel, you thought he would never do that, you were so sure he was honest, honorable, a decent human being, he wouldn't hurt you on purpose in order to prove his point. Or so you thought.

"Don't you fucking dare call me crazy, Joel Miller, for the past couple of months you haven't given a shit about me, you're never home, you never spend time with me, you don't hug me, don't kiss me, you don't even fuck me anymore, and now you are mumbling someone else's name? Who's she? Is she your mistress? How long have you been with her?"

Again, you tried being strong, you really did, but your voice cracked, and the tears threatening to escape now ran freely down your cheeks, he'd walked away from you, but you managed to corner him in the kitchen, you were tired of being blinded by your own feelings, at the same time you were tired of being played by Joel, he had no right to act that way.

"Answer me, Joel!!! Who's the fucking whore?!" You yelled at him, the impatience and anxiety creating an explosive combination inside of you. You were so close to solving the mystery that haunted you at the same time you didn't wanna hear any further word. You just wished you could close your eyes and make all that away, you wish you could just wake up and see the last couple of months were nothing but a nightmare and that you still had the same good old loving Joel Miller as the best husband in the world; instead, he simply groaned, rubbing his face and looked down, not having the courage of look at you in the eyes.

"She's not a whore, don't call her that. I-We.. we're in love. I met her at work, she's the receptionist there and we hit it off… she's gorgeous, funny and I fell for her" he swallowed not sure where the strength to be honest with you about his feelings was coming from, but it was enough to make eye contact "I've never cheated on you, Y/N, I haven't slept with her yet, I haven't even kissed her, but I think she's the one, I wanna be with her, I'm not gonna lie to you anymore"

"You don't love me anymore?" That was all you could ask, out of all the cruel and raw information he suddenly threw on you, the only thing you could register was the lack of feelings from the man who swore to love you forever one day.

"Jesus, Y/N, let's not do this now" he groaned, wanting to shift all that anger towards you, somehow blaming you for what happened so he wouldn't be consumed by his own guilt. He wasn't blind, he knew you loved him, he knew you waited at the door for him every single day, with dinner ready a pie in the oven and giving you those sad, heart eyes in hopes of receiving his affection once more. You reminded him of a puppy, as bad as it sounded, all it took you to be happy was a crumble of his love. What angered Joel was that you weren't satisfied with just crumbles, you wanted more and more from him, and he was unavailable; he simply couldn't give it to you, because his heart belonged to someone else. He hadn't planned on that happening, if it were up to him, he would've honored the vows he took on his wedding day, but Angela walked into his life without a warning and swept him off his feet. He couldn't stay with you out of pity, you deserved to be happy and so did you, but you weren't meant to be together.

"Do you love me or not, Joel?! Did you even love me?" Another grunt from his lips, you were so frustrated you didn't know how to rationalize, how to wrap your head around the fact he proposed to you, he had promised you the world and yet now he was treating you as if you had never mattered to him. His cowardice made you sick, he wasn't even man enough to look you in the eyes, you felt so angry a part of you was glad his body blocked your access to the silverware set because if you got your hands into it you knew at that moment you were willing to make a mistake. You gripped his shirt, slapping his chest and scratching him in a sloppy way, demanding answers from him. He could stop you at any moment, Joel was bigger and stronger than you, but he let you have your moment of hurting him out of pity, before calming gripping your arms and pushing you away

"I guess it's obvious I don't love you anymore, I love Angela, it's not my fault, it just happened, but I'm sure I want to be with her, you and I can't keep lying to ourselves, you can't keep lying to yourself, we're over, just as the love I felt from you, it's over…"

•••

You didn't remember much more after that. Some flashes of the following days, where the initial shock was still going strong, the waves of sadness mixed with anger, how Joel gathered some of his clothes and left the house that same night - probably to go to Angela's, how you refused to eat for the couple of days, you didn't talk to anyone, just spent your time alternating between crying yourself to sleep and actually sleeping, were just moments of blur. At some point you remember Tommy - Joel's brother checking up on you just to make sure you were alright. Tommy was the youngest of the Miller brothers, he was said to be the inconsequential one, but he would never do what his older brother had done.

Only after a few days Joel stopped by the house you once had shared, he had heard from his brother the pitiful mess you'd become because of him, and though a part of him didn't have the courage to ever face you again, another part - a more honorable one - insisted on it because he had to give you some kind of explanation. So after work, he didn't drive to Angela's like he'd been doing for the last few days, becoming his sweet routine and bringing so much joy now that he was free to love her just as much as she wanted to love him. Instead of going to his happy place, Joel drove back to the house that used to be his home for a while, a place where he'd been happy but it hadn't been enough for him. It was funny how he expected things to be drastically different, because his life had taken a dramatic turn just as yours had, and yet, things were just the same, or they appeared to be at least. He got off his truck, seeing that not a lot had changed, but this time there wasn't music coming from the house, it didn't smell like fresh cooked dinner, simply the living room with the lights on were the only thing that showed there was still someone in the house.

When he walked in, he expected to see you crying, depressed and begging him to get back, but much to his surprise, all your bags were already nearly packed and though it was visible you'd had some rough time by dark circles under your eyes and how pale your skin was, you welcomed him with a emotionless expression on your face, pointing at the couch, so he would take a seat and you could talk things through. After all the crying and suffering, you felt as if something had clicked and suddenly you went from heartbroken to numb. You knew the swirl of feelings would come and go, but taking advantage of your numbness, you put your head into place as best as you could and packed all your things, you didn't want to stay at that place surrounded by Joel memories, knowing he'd left the place you once called home and you were both so happy and also so unhappy in a short span of time. You wanted to put yourself back together, heal from him, forget he ever existed, go back to studying and focus on yourself only. But for that to happen, you wanted closure, not only wanting, you needed closure.

His low apologies combined with the rambling that came out of Joel's mouth was getting on your nerves, why couldn't he man up and actually tell you what he needed to in order to finally close that chapter in your lives.

"If you're not getting straight to the point, I will, Joel… I packed my bags, I am leaving this house, it's yours, your family managed to help you with it and I wouldn't feel comfortable living here. I'll go to college as soon as the next semester starts and I'll be waiting for the divorce papers, sign it as soon as possible, and pretend this never happened"

"Wait… what?! You want to divorce?!" Joel was quite shocked, not that he didn't want to divorce, because he did, so he could finally be officially with Angela, but he didn't think it would be that easy for you to agree, let alone be the one suggesting it.

You laughed. It was a dry, ironic laughter, because honestly, you didn't think Joel was that much of a dick, it was fascinating how he broke your heart and he still found a way to have his ego bruised by the fact you wouldn't accept being in a submission position, that you wouldn't cry and beg for him.

"What did you expect Joel?! That I would stay here, legally married to you, cooking and washing your dirty underwear while you go out of the door and keep cheating on me with that whore? Seriously? That's how low you think of me?"

"I already told you she isn't a whore and I have never cheated on you, that's why I want to divorce, us getting married was clearly a mistake and it's not my fault if I don't love you anymore.."

"So whose fault is it? Mine?! Do you really think what you did isn't cheating, Joel? Just because you hadn't fucked her while we were still together, but you had spent time with her, emotionally connected with her, fuck, just the fact you let her get closer to you even though you were married, that's cheating! You say it isn't because you don't want to feel guilty, but deep down inside you just know it is! I agree with you on one thing, though: our marriage was a stupid mistake, because of you I delayed a whole year of my life, I almost sacrificed my future because I really took your words and believed them, that we would be together, I never thought out of all the people in the world, you would be the one to hurt me! I trusted you, do you even know how many times I cried and sulked because I blamed myself for your behavior? The amount of times I felt guilty for even remotely considering the possibility of you having someone else? Because in my mind you'd always been the perfect husband and yet, you were backstabbing me day after day, with that slut!"

"Don't you fucking call her a slut! She's not a slut, she's not a whore! It's not her fault if you are a petty envious woman!"

"She is a slut Joel, I'm sure of it, because if she had any decency she wouldn't have come closer to a married man, my husband! She is probably excited about the thrill, but I'm certain that once the reality hits and she sees herself locked inside having to carry out chores everyday, take care of the house, the husband and even the kids if you two ever come to it, it's not gonna be as fun, and then you'll meet her for real. I don't wish you anything bad, but god help you if you ever have to face a disappointment as big as mine"

You dried your tears and began removing your wedding ring, it was quite pricey taking into account how complicated your financial situation was. You intended to return it to him, but the mere thought of maybe Joel taking the ring and handing it to his former mistress and soon-to-be official girlfriend, was enough to make you nauseated. You gave up removing it and left the ring right there.

"I'm leaving this place tomorrow, you can send the divorce papers over to my parents' and I hope I'll never see you again, Joel"

•••

You wished you could say that was the last time you ever saw Joel Miller in your life, but unfortunately, things weren't too easy for you. Only two months before you could finally enter college and forget about the disastrous year you had, you were working double shifts at the mall, in hopes of saving a decent amount of money for yourself. It was supposed to be another lazy evening, in which you would have to kill time until you could go home, you had just had your break and as you walked back into the store, you couldn't help but pay attention to your left hand. The wedding ring still there. It brought you shame and embarrassment, the mere fact you left it there. You often lied to people and to yourself by saying it was a way of keeping disrespectful customers away, but the truth was, you just didn't know why it was so hard to do it. It felt like a weight you couldn't get rid of, a part of your life that seemed like nothing but delusion.

You were scared of removing that ring, it was a sign that Joel wouldn't be much more than a memory to you, and even if you knew that was exactly what you needed, your heart still yearned for him. It wasn't fair, to still love the person who had hurt you the most, burying deep those feelings but also knowing they were there was nerve wracking.

You were ready to get back to work, just about to enter the store you were so used to spending your whole day when you felt paralyzed.

"What do you think of this one, darling? Do you think our baby will like it?"

It was Joel's voice.

His voice.

Darling.

Our baby.

You stopped yourself right there, too far away from their distracted eyes, taking in all the colorful and beautiful options they had before them, but also close enough so you could actually hear the conversation. Joel Miller was going to be a dad, it was a fact, you weren't having a nightmare that you were about to wake up in cold sweat at any minute, instead, he was there, with her, the woman he dumped you for, the woman who was now carrying his child. Under the shelves you'd been hiding, you could only catch a glimpse of her baby bump, and the way Joel's hand rested over it in a protective way. It was enough to make your stomach upset, your eyes burning with the tears that once more insisted on appearing. He had moved on from you, much faster than you had moved on from him; their happiness could be beautiful to anyone, but to you it was disgusting, infuriating, they had no right to come to your place of work and be so glad about life itself.

You couldn't actually see Angela's face, all you were able to watch from where you stood was Joel's hand on her womb, his right one, but the moment he rested his left one on her waist, you gasped softly. The wedding ring was gone.

Joel wasn't feeling that comfortable about being at that particular store, though it was the only decent baby clothing store at the mall, he knew you worked there or at least used to; but Angela wanted new baby stuff and he was going to be a dad, so it was his duty to take her and help her sort things out. He thought of you, not having seen you or listened to your voice in months he sort of missed you? He couldn't lie to himself, he was glad to be divorced, he was happy in a relationship with a baby on the way, but you'd been important to him too, he wished things didn't have to end the way they did, he has gotten used to living with you, seeing you, kissing you, touching you, it was natural that he missed the dynamics you two had established. A part of him sort of wanted to run into you at the store, he wanted to see how you were doing, if you were taking good care of yourself, but it was a relief to everyone you weren't there. It would be just awkward and embarrassing to be baby clothes shopping in front of you. And of course, he never wanted to hurt you more than he had already done it, but you would have probably interpreted it as provocation.

He scratched down his head while Angela picked all her favorites, Joel tried hard not to pay attention to the price tags, money was still a delicate matter for the two of them, but he had managed to get some by selling his wedding ring. Of course the pair would've been worth a lot more, but he couldn't go after you to ask for your ring, so he just negotiated his own and took the money. It wasn't the ideal situation, but in a few months they'd welcome the tiny little person that would become the most important thing in Joel's life.

You were too hurt to continue watching their display of happiness, you turned your back to the place you were hiding and you returned to the small break room. That was indeed the last time you'd seen Joel Miller; that was it until you also met someone who brought chaos but also colors into your life.

•••

"Aren't you too old to sell cookies door to door for school?" Joel asked while chewing his scrambled eggs and slurped his coffee, watching as his daughter rolled her eyes at him

"Aren't you too old not to eat your vegetables?" She snapped back at him in their usual morning routine.

Sarah was a teenager, much to Joel's sadness, as he still had serious attachments to when she was younger. He knew it was part of life, and watching her blossoming into a beautiful young girl made him proud and hopeful about the future, he knew his sweet Sarah would go far. But that also made him scared, because no matter how irrational it was, Sarah always reminded him of you; and he knew that if any guy ever dared to do to his baby girl, what he did to you, he would be really to kill him in no time. Joel Miller would like to think he had improved a lot as a human being, after all, he wasn't a young man anymore, he was a full grown adult, who had to get himself together and mature after he was abandoned by his girlfriend with a newborn baby. Life was full of irony and he was one to witness it, being left by the woman he loved and trusted a little more than a year after he was the one who walked away from someone who loved and trusted him. It was what everyone said: karma is really a bitch.

Through the years, Joel really felt an urge to call you, perhaps ask you to meet him, so you could catch up and he could finally apologize to you, but he had lost all contact with you. In fact he had no idea what you were up to through the decades, the few times your parents ran into him on the street or at the grocery store and made sure to ignore his presence and pretend they'd never met. He just couldn't approach them and ask for your phone number. Besides, what would he even tell you?

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you the woman I left you for also left me, so now I'm a lonely single dad and I realized I took you for granted and maybe if you ain't busy, we could go for a cup of coffee or something?!"

It would be just straight up stupid, not to mention he was sure you would've found someone nice, someone worthy of you, probably you'd be married by then, perhaps you'd have a kid or two, and he was sure you'd be an amazing mother, because he just knew you were an amazing wife, and he was the only one to blame for not treating you the way you deserved it.

So Joel decided it was best if he pretended nothing ever happened just like you did with him, of course destiny had other plans.

He gave Sarah a ride to school and went to work. It would be another busy day, like all of his days, in which he would work hard in order to save as much money as he could, wanting to assure his daughter the future she deserved. For Sarah, it meant another day of classes and selling cookies. She didn't like the activity, but she didn't hate it either. In fact, on that particular day she felt kind of excited as she was about to head towards the 'good' part of the neighborhood, where most houses were big and seemed expensive. Getting her backpack and her stash of goodies to sell, she left home and went on with her day.

You, on the other hand, hadn't planned on coming back to Austin so soon, as the years turned into a decade, and then a little bit more than that, you had dedicated yourself fully to your academic and professional life, focusing on yourself only, managing to bury deep your memories of Joel and never paying attention to anything remotely close to a love life.

Yes, you'd had relationships, affairs, and you'd been with a few guys: one of them was Javier, he was a handsome but very slutty cop who you had a no-string relationship with; it was good for a while, he was handsome, sexy and he fucked like no other, but he had a taste for women that unabled himself to keep it inside of his pants. You liked the freedom, but that was too much.

You also dated a guy named Dave for a brief period, he was nice, also painfully handsome, a tiny bit mysterious about his high profile government job, but he wanted a family, not just another relationship. He wanted marriage and kids, and you were just out of it in no time. The last straw was when you were traveling back home and during one stop for dinner at a small, cozy bar, a guy dressed entirely in cowboy attire came onto you. It was the undeniable proof you weren't made for relationships at all; it was like Joel Miller had casted a spell, or worse, a curse on you: it had become impossible for you to be in a relationship. Still, that wasn't your main concern, not more than why you had to move back to Austin after all those years shifting from New York to Boston, Texas and even a brief period in Spain which led you into an affair with another guy named Javier, but well, that was definitely another story. You'd simply got a phone call from your parents talking about a family emergency and once you had asked for a leave, your boss had mentioned the opportunity of you working for the Austin branch, it was a promising one, with a lot of chances of career growth and becoming the head of the office would actually come in handy, so you had no other option than say yes and pack your stuff. When you got back to Texas, despite the suffocating heat, you were also welcomed with suffocating news of your grandmother's passing, and a couple of weeks later, the news she'd left you a house in the suburbs, a real good area with many families, easy traffic and a lot of space. Having become an apartment person over the years, you first thought it was so odd to live in a house, especially by yourself. Everything seemed so big but now you didn't have to worry about having to clean it all, being able to afford someone to do so, you found your way by decorating everything exactly the way you liked it, using the spare rooms to build your home office, your closet space and a guest room, you slowly turned grandma's house into your own. However, the exterior still bothered you: there was a great space in the backyard, but the swimming pool was empty and dirty, and you could definitely have a barbecue area built so you could welcome your friends and family on weekends. As it wasn't your priority, you didn't bother so much about it, turning your attention to settling into your new office first.

•••

"Oh, hi ma'am, I'm selling cookies to help our school fund, would you be interested?" Sarah displayed a wide grin, hoping that would soften up the very annoyed looking old woman who opened the door. She noticed how the old lady looked at her up and down and just groaned a 'no' before practically slamming the door shut. Sarah sighed and shook her head, and there she was thinking the people who lived in the wealthier part of the neighborhood were more generous, but apparently they were just a bunch of snobbish cunts. Her stomach growled in hunger as she walked some more, she knew she should've eaten before going to sell the cookies, but she didn't have time at that moment. She insisted some more, knocking on another door, having no clue she was actually knocking on her father's ex-wife's door.

Sighing tiredly as you closed your laptop, you looked around and focused on what you would do next. You knew you needed to go grocery shopping soon, but you just didn't feel like driving to the store and pick up vegetables, so instead, you left your study and went to the living room, getting comfortable on the couch and groaning slightly the moment the doorbell rang. You were just so comfortable on the couch, you considered ignoring whoever was on the other side of the door, but for some reason, a slight wave of guilt made its presence and you obliged to answer whoever was disturbing you.

"Hello! My name's Sarah Miller and we're selling cookies for the school fund, would you be interested?" The smiley girl repeated her memorized speech the moment you open the door, she discreetly watched you, seeing you didn't seem so closed like the woman from the previous house, but still she wasn't sure if you were friendly, not when you stared at her with a seemingly shocked look.

Miller.

Her name was Miller.

Your heart raced and lost track of what she was saying, knowing you desperately needed to get your shit back together; Miller wasn't an uncommon name at all, quite the opposite, you had met a few people who also coincidentally had the same last name as your ex-husband, so your reaction to the girl's name was just absurd. Maybe it was because you were back in Austin, where everything happened, but then again, you reminded yourself Joel wasn't the only person named Miller in Texas.

"I-I'm sorry… I got distracted but yeah, I'll take two boxes" you smiled at the girl, she was a teenager, a very pretty one, she was pretty good at expressing herself though she looked exhausted and sweaty.

"Would you like to drink some water?" You offered her, feeling sorry for her at the realization she had probably been walking under the sunlight for quite some time. Sarah didn't think twice before nodding eagerly as she stepped inside, dragging her school bag and her cookie cart along. You let her in, finding sweet how she looked all over the place, taking in the different details from your home and enjoying that environment.

You guided her to the kitchen, getting her a tall glass of iced water, frowning at the fact she wasn't following you anymore. Instead, she stood in front of your bookshelf, looking at it up and down, trying to take in as many titles as she could. Sarah would love to have her own bookshelf like that, she loved reading ever since she was a little girl and though she used the school's library a lot, she thought the idea of having her own things was appealing, but she understood her dad couldn't simply splurge on books for her whenever she wanted to.

"Do you like books?" You asked her, walking closer and handing her the glass of water, which she killed with only a few gulps.

"Have you read all of them?!" Her surprised voice made you chuckle, she was such a sweet girl, you had no idea why you instantly liked her, but you did.

"Well, not all of them… I've just bought some of them and I haven't had the time yet, why? Did any of them interest you?"

"Well…" she said shyly and hesitantly ran her fingers through them, only pulling one out to read the description at your encouraging nod. "This one seems nice…"

"It is nice… do you want it? You can take it!" You smiled at how she blinked a little confused but nodded, so thankful for your kindness. Even if she didn't know you, Sarah already liked you. She smiled at the book and placed the glass down.

"Have you had lunch?" She shook her head shyly and you smiled "come on, I'll make you a sandwich…"

For the next hour, you and Sarah talked about several things: she told you about her school, her interests and how much she loved reading. She had assured you she would return you the book as soon as she finished it and you assured her she could borrow as many as she would like. She also briefly talked about her family, mentioning she lived with her dad on the other side of the neighborhood and you told her a little bit more about yourself.

She widened her eyes the moment she saw what time it really was, and quickly grabbed her backpack and the book you'd lent her, thank you several times as she walked towards the door "go before your mom gets worried about you" you told her without much thinking, but she shrugged "mom's not around… I live with my dad only, but it was really nice meeting you, Y/N"

•••

And for the next month, at least once a week you'd get a visit from Sarah. It had become a habit of hers to just stop by, spend a couple of hours with you, return you the book she'd borrowed the week before and get a new one. She didn't talk much about her family, it was mostly about school, friends and boy crushes and books. You were kind of suspicious she was missing a feminine figure, since she briefly told you her mom left a couple of months after she was born without looking back, you picked up the hint she wasn't open to talk about it yet, and you respected it. You were glad you unexpectedly got a new friend, a very young friend, and at first you thought it was kind of odd, until you realized she sort of resembled a daughter figure to you. After all, if you had had children with Joel, your child would be around Sarah's age.

Joel also thought it was kind of weird his daughter made an adult friend, he was well aware of how dangerous things were in the world, especially for young, innocent girls like Sarah, but when she told him her new friend was a woman, single, childless woman, who was nice, definitely had some money but also seemed quite lonely, he assumed she was one of those old cat lady kind of women; in his mind, his daughter's mysterious friend was probably a widow, who didn't have any kids and now had to approach random people for attention so she wouldn't be alone all the time. If only he knew how wrong he was, he would've asked your name, but he didn't. And he also knew he should've done it, perhaps even asked for your phone number so he could call you in case of god forbid, an emergency. But he worked so hard, not only that, he was going through a very stressful period too, so he didn't pay as much attention as he should have towards several things.

Sarah had become acquainted with several aspects of your life, from the time you spent together in your weird version of a book club. Mostly the conversations were about her and the struggles she often faced as a teenager, but sometimes you let out information, plans or complaints here and there. It wasn't different the day you were very displeased with how your backyard was looking; it had potential to be a beautiful place but it needed fixing and remodeling. Perhaps it'd been the stress at work, but for whatever reason the way that place looked was bothering you and making you cranky, if any other given day you wouldn't give a crap about it, but at that moment you did, and not only that, you mentioned it to Sarah, who tried to be useful and told you she could ask her dad to take a look at it, after all, he was in the business and could help you with it. You said yes and told her you'd be expecting the two of them on Saturday morning. Only when the girl had left happily carrying another book in hands, was that you realized that maybe, and just maybe, you should've asked her father's name.

•••

"So, you're really sure this friend of yours wants to get some stuff remodeled? And that she can afford it?" Joel glanced at Sarah before focusing again on the street as he drove to her new friend's house. He wasn't truly convinced you would actually want to hire his services, it just seemed too good to be true. He held back a smile at the way Sarah rolled her eyes at him, she'd told him hundreds of times that yes, you needed someone to repair and remodel the backyard, if anything, he could at least indicate you someone who could provide the service you were looking for.

"Fine, let's help the old lady then" he grunted at the same time his daughter turned to him "what old lady?!"

"Your friend… isn't she old? I mean, she's lonely and she lets you hang out… I thought she'd be like our neighbor an-"

"Dad, she's younger than you, I think! And she's pretty too…"

At that information Joel was more curious about you. Why was a pretty young woman all alone and willing to be friends with a girl who could roughly be her kid's age?! Were you really pretty? And did you really want your backyard remodeled or was Sarah playing matchmaker? He really hoped she wasn't, otherwise he would be very angry. Joel didn't need a new relationship, he didn't want to, having failed the two major ones he had in his life, the first one being so immature and cruel to his sweet young wife and the second one he didn't exactly where he screwed up, perhaps he had just been naive and thought the woman who wanted nothing more than just some fun was actually willing to build a life with, or maybe he wanted her to take over your place, after all, you'd set the bar pretty high for Angela when it came on being a dedicated housewife. The raw fact was that Joel was alone all those years later, his first wife was hopefully living her best years with someone who truly deserved her and Angela was God knows where but he didn't give a single fuck. She'd been dead to him from the moment she walked out of his door, denying her own baby, and all that passion he felt turned into hurt and anger. Unlike the feelings he had for you: as the years passed and he grew older, he thought of several times he could've treated you better than he did, he thought of how he would have tried not hurting you as much as he did, even if the situation the two of you were was tricky, he often fantasized about a version of your marriage where he hadn't ruined everything, where he had been honest without being cruel, without playing with your feelings, he didn't know if it was just his conscious weighing heavily on him or what, but he always thought of you with affection and love. At that time he was sure he didn't love you anymore, the passion he felt for the other woman was too intense, too much, it blinded and deafened him from everything around, everything that mattered the most to him at the time. But all those years later, Joel was sure the love for you was still there, perhaps it was just hidden away, or it got stuck under all that shit that went on, still, he didn't know who you had become, what you looked like or where you were at that moment, so it was a fairly assumption he was still in love with a memory and nothing more than that.

"Fine, so what's her name after all?" He questioned his daughter after some moment of silence but before she could answer, Joel parked his truck in front of your home.

You heard the engine and you went to the window, checking the unknown car parked in front of your place and though you couldn't actually see them inside, you knew it was Sarah and her dad. Just as you went to the door, he exited the car, his back to the entrance as you walked to them and greeted Sarah, at the sound of your voice he immediately turned around and the two of you froze in time as you watched each other there.

Joel.

You felt as if you were trapped in a weird dream, the ones you know you are just dreaming and yet you can't move or speak, just taking the role of the audience of a bizarre picture that formed before your eyes. Joel on the other hand, stared at you in complete silence, you couldn't really read him, it was impossible to know what was going on in his mind, in his heart, you could just feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking all the image of you as if he was trying to make sure you were actually what he saw in front of him. He couldn't believe it, after all those years, after everything he did to you, you were there, beautiful as you'd always been, even more so, the fancy lifestyle really suited you, he could tell by your clothes, your nails perfectly done, your hair looking gorgeous and styled nicely, you had succeeded, you had had a life he knew he could never provide you, and for that he felt kind of relieved, at least one good thing came out of your divorce: the chance of you having the success you deserved it, you weren't that housewife who needed to still work part time at the mall, you were above that now, and Joel was so damn proud of you for it.

"I-I.. yo-"

"Nice to meet you, you must be Sarah's dad" you interrupted him before he could say your name and extended your hand to him, pretending you'd just met. He was confused but you tilted your head very discreetly towards his daughter, being sure she didn't know anything that had happened between the both of you. He immediately picked up the hint and introduced himself, as if you were meeting for the first time. His hand engulfed yours like it always did, Joel Miller had always had big and strong hands, surely they got calloused through the years, but you knew damn well what they were capable of doing to you. He was older, looking more handsome than you thought he would, he aged like a fine wine, streaks of silver here and there but the majority of his hair still dark and soft like always, he was bigger too, he was stronger, broad and grew several muscles, all of it a result of years of hard-working. No matter if he had broken your heart, there was no denying he was an extremely attractive man.

He appreciated how heartfelt you were towards his daughter and gladly followed you inside once you invited him into the backyard to discuss what could be done. Sarah was right behind the two of you, but you turned to her, smiling big

"I went to the bookstore yesterday and I think you might enjoy what I bought, wanna take a look at it? They're all in the living room" you suggested to her who nodded and happily went after the books.

Once you and Joel got into the backyard, he stuttered some apologies but you immediately cut him off.

"I don't want apologies Joel, I didn't know Sarah was your daughter and I probably wouldn't have let her in if I knew who she was, but now I got attached to her and I hope our situation isn't going to prevent us from being friends" you told him honestly and watched as he nodded

"You know, her mom, Angela, she left us and I'm very sorry I left you for her.. "

"I don't wanna hear it, Joel. As I said, I don't wanna hear it about her mom or the apologies or anything at all, I mean, Sarah told me what happened and it's enough, you and I aren't together anymore, we're better off without each other, so let's just overcome this part and focus on the job I need you to do…"

"You know, I can indicate you another contractor to do it for you, so it won't be weird…"

"No, you can do it, unless you are feeling uncomfortable but other than that, I'd rather you do it, besides, Sarah would find it awkward"

And like that, Joel got into his professional mood and the two of you discussed the project you had in mind, hiring his services, he told you he could start the next Monday and he would take care of it himself, to make sure things would go according to your wishes. He noticed you didn't wear any commitment rings, nor there were pictures of you and any guy indicating a relationship and in his heart, the hope of perhaps taking you out for a coffee and getting to know you, the woman you'd become after those years, after growing mature and changing your life completely, growing in his heart. It was a fair assumption Joel had an immediate crush on you, the feelings he held within, were now blossoming more, at how beautiful, intelligent and attractive you were and suddenly, the roles were reversed: if more than ten years ago you had it bad for him, now he was the one who felt like a sick love puppy towards you.

The first week of working wasn't so bad at all, Joel would arrive at yours earlier than you expected and would start working. You didn't stay around much, letting him do his job while you were probably working in the living room or any other part of the house whenever you didn't have to go to work per se. He tried making small talk during some of his breaks and since you didn't see any harm in it, you chatted briefly, that was how he'd learned what you did for a living, where you'd been after you left Austin, and stuff like that. He told you some things about his life, mostly about how it'd been the experience of raising a child on his own, but whenever he got near bringing up your past or trying to apologize, you'd cut up any kind of interaction with him. At the end of the day you and him had nothing but a professional relationship. He understood your reasons, and yet, he hoped you would find at least a small breach in your heart to let him in, he really hoped he could show you he was a better man now, that he could be suitable for you, and yet, you kept yourself all the way distant and protecting yourself from him.

So it became a very common scene to always escape from Joel, moving seats or rooms whenever he was around, you didn't know how else to act, what he expected from you. It wasn't like you were old buddies catching up after years in a long-distance relationship. And he always got displeased.

It was about the third week of working at your house, he asked if he could use your kitchen to have lunch, heating up the food he'd eat, you smiled at yourself as you were taken back by the memories of times where you would prepare him lunches and send it in his lunchbox, how you would worry about him being hungry so you would always make sure there was something fresh out of the oven for him to nibble on as soon as he got home from work and chuckled softly, shaking your head and excusing yourself. He'd thought you would at least have lunch next to him, but you weren't willing to do that at all, and that both pained and pissed him off.

"Would it kill you to spend time with me? Look at me? Or act like a human being instead of being all stiff like a robot whenever I'm around?" He asked, breaking the silence, you could see he was frustrated and that puzzled you to no end.

"What are you talking about, Joel?!"

"You don't talk to me, Y/N, I try making small talk, you don't answer me, you don't even look at me, suddenly I'm not worth your time? You're too good to even acknowledge I am next to you?"

"Do you really want to talk about not being worth someone's time? Really Joel? I thought you had grown up during all these years but I can see you are just the same shallow fuckboy who gets pissed off when you see I'm not crawling towards you…"

"Stop being unfair to me! All I'm trying to do is to show you I've changed, I am a better man, a better person, I'm not that same immature Joel you met so many years ago, I'm trying to make you see I'm a new man…" he went from angry to desperate, you took a step closer and looked into his eyes, not breaking the eye contact for one second.

"I know Joel, I know you've changed… you've grown into this hardworking man, this amazing father, I can see it, I hear it every time Sarah comes over, but you don't have to try too hard, it's not gonna change anything… You and I are two different people, we have nothing to do with each other anymore"

"You can't say that, I want you to see we could try it again, I still love you, Y/N!"

"Joel, we'll never try it again, the marks of your betrayal still linger here, all over me, forgetting you was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I don't want to ever feel it again. You don't love me, Joel. You love the idea of me, of picking up the shattered parts of your broken life and making it right, you love the thought of building up a family, of giving your daughter the mom she deserves, and it's all because it didn't work out with that woman. We both know it… if she hadn't left you wouldn't even be thinking of me" you looked down, trying to hold back a tear that insisted on falling, but failing at that matter. "I wasn't good enough to be by your side, to build a family with you, you can't just expect me to throw myself into your arms as if nothing had happened, what exactly do you think would happen between us in the first place? I'd be waiting for you every single night with dinner ready? Those days were over, Joel…" you sniffed and he sighed, placing his hand on his waist.

"Give me a chance, go on a date with me, please… before you say no, just think about it, of what we could have together… please! You don't have to answer me now, think about it and when I finish the job, you can tell me your answer"

•••

The following weeks were as normal as they could be; you hadn't told Joel yes but you hadn't told him no either and even if it pained you to admit it, you sometimes thought of his proposition. Sarah was still coming over, your bond was now stronger, you really liked each other and despite everything that happened, you were thankful Joel wasn't against your friendship. You two had agreed on not telling her anything about your shared past at the moment, but in case you two decided she needed to know it for whatever reason, Joel would be the one to tell her, it would only make sense. You also thought about his words and you decided to be nicer to him, actually stopping to talk to him, or having lunch next to him instead of rushing away as fast as you could and in retribution, he stopped with the feelings talk. The deadline was coming to an end, as your backyard remodeling was getting prettier and prettier each passing day. It was odd and awkward and you wanted to get things over with as soon as possible at the same time a strange fascination with watching Joel caught you. It was hard to explain, but when the final day came, when Joel and his assistant showed you the word ready and done, and after you paid them the large wage you owed them for the services, your ex-husband asked to talk to you. He had hope in his eyes, he was wearing his flannel, and he'd combed his hair a little, which made him look painfully handsome, your heart clenched. Even before he could say anything, you already had your answer. He stood in front of you, baffled at the fact you threw your arms around his body, pulling him for a hug. His hands locked around your waist, strong grip not wanting to let go, while you sank into his warmth. He was your old Joel, the one you'd loved so deeply and broke your heart, but nonetheless your Joel.

Taking your hand to his face, you stroked it gently, feeling his beard scratching your palm a little and you smiled "I forgive you, Joel… I don't know if you wanted my forgiveness or not, but I forgive you anyway, I don't resent you anymore, what's gone, it's gone and now we can only focus on our future. I know that if I tried looking for a space in my heart, I would find it a part that still keeps all the love I felt for you, but we've changed, for the best and that teaches us we should never make the same mistakes from the past, so you do understand why we can't go on this date, right? We can't be together, I'm sorry Joel, but you know it's true… I just need one last thing from you…"

You told him, leaning towards him and pecking his lips. After all that time, it still felt like your favorite place in the world, your heart raced the moment he groaned into your mouth and his hands tightened his dominating grip on you. It was quite pathetic how he still had the same effect over you and if he hadn't hurt you as much as he did and condemned you two to a relationship based on lack of trust, perhaps you could even consider trying again. Forgiving and forgetting were different things, whereas you didn't resent him anymore, you hadn't forgotten about how broken he left your heart. You would never be able to trust him again, always worrying he had found someone better like he did once, you couldn't do that to yourself, you loved yourself too much to go back to Joel Miller. That last kiss you cherished, you would keep it in your memories, but it wouldn't go further than that. You and Joel were done for years and nothing would convince you otherwise.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it 😭💔

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ifangirlalot · 9 months

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I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

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*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

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[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

[A Note From Zee]

I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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We've created a Monster Pt.II

Diavolo laughed at the screen of his DDD, hurriedly gesturing for Barbatos to join him.

'Come see this, Barbatos, Lucifer just shared the most delightful video!'

'I'm sure it must be of great importance for you to neglect your paperwork, my lord.'

Sheepishly, Diavolo turned to screen toward him, presenting the still image of an envy demon dwarfing their powerless exchange student.

'Oh my, lord this image is far from amusing.'

'Trust me, just press play.'

So he did, and was very much not expecting what came next. 'I see, it seems MC has grown rather more capable than I gave them credit for.'

'According to Lucifer they were rather unbothered by the threat, he even called a family meeting to address the event and MC just...laughed them off?'

Barbatos couldn't help but smile. 'How remarkable, expected though. MC has seen demons far more frightening than a lesser envy demon.'

'That's what they said to the brothers, though Lucifer seems to find it far less amusing than we do.'

'I imagine, it is not the sort of scenario he would find at all pleasant. Threat to our young human cause him a great deal of unrest.'

Diavolo grinned a conspirator's smile. 'Just him?'

'...fair point.'

'Why are the incantations so long? I'm trying to light a candle not summon a hurricane.' MC huffed, slouching into the armchair with the grimoire laid open across her thighs. 'It's like a religious text.'

'Magic's way of making sure you mean to get what you're asking for.' Solomon's smile was beguiling, almost sweet, but not.

He's a menace, and no one knows that better than MC, who's been taking magical instruction for him for months.

The sorcerer crossed his legs, flipping through a new spell book MC brought over from Satan. 'So, I hear you had some fun at RAD this morning.'

MC rolled their eyes, reluctantly going back to memorising incantations. 'You too? Does the entire Devildom know about that by now?'

'I'd say so, everyone who matters at least. We haven't told Luke, poor thing would loose his mind if he had actual proof of how dangerous the devildom really is for you.'

'I'm not in any danger, you're starting to sound like Lucifer.' MC huffed. 'Next thing I know you'll be off on a lecture about my lack of self preservation and needing to be careful.'

'I would never, watching you get in trouble is my favourite pass time.' He winked teasingly, kicking his shows up on the coffee table. 'I am curious though, what was going through your head when he threatened you? I remember being a little intimidated the first time a demon tried to kill me.'

'I'm honestly surprised you remember your first anything anymore.'

'Don't change the subject.' Tutted Solomon with that congenial smile of his that was neither friendly nor threatening. 'What were you thinking?'

MC sighed, closing the grimoire and turning their attention to the plate of cookies Luke left for them. 'It was annoying, I went into RAD early to get ahead on a project I was supposed to be working on with Simeon. Could have expected that reaction when I told him Levi wears envy way better. That time he tried to kill me gave me nightmares for days.'

'...MC, how many times have those lunatics nearly killed you?'

'Pfft, you think I keep count? Between Beel's tantrums, Mammon's schemes and just existing in Lucifer's radius I nearly die at least twice a week. It was way more when I first met them though.'

Solomon had to resist the urge to gape. His sense of normal may be a few thousand years past twisted, but this is... odd even for him. A human this young should not be this comfortable with domestic danger, let alone love those who put them there.

Several, times, a week.

MC carries on eating their cookies happily, reaching for another one when their eye catches something on the table, half hidden behind a book, but that beastly silhouette is unmistakeable, and they immediately curl into the chair as though they've been burned.

Pitching a whine to alert the house, their wide eyes fixate on the eight legged monstrosity, arms coiled tight around themselves as their skin immediately begins to crawl and twitch as though being assaulted by hundreds of the tiny beasts.

'What?! What is...oh, hello there.'

Solomon is almost left a aghast all over again. Here sits the most desensitised human he's ever met (besides himself), curled up in a ball, over a spider.

Fair be it a decent sized spider, probably the size of his thumb, but a mere spider nonetheless.

'You looked a 20-foot snake in the eye, you take Cerberus for evening walks with Lucifer...' he trailed off, carefully nudging the arachnid into an empty glass and caging it with a book '...and you're afraid of a spider?'

'Fuckin' right I am! And I'm not going to justify it to you so get rid of it before I set you on fire!'

Solomon laughed, and laughed until he couldn't hold himself upright anymore, wiping a tear from his eye, but when next he looked up, MC was still staring at the spider, eyes so full of genuine terror and brimming with tears, he felt guilt strike him.

'This...genuinely frightens you, doesn't it?'

MC nodded, lip jutted in an involuntary pout, skin raised in goose bumps. 'I wish it didn't.'

'Alright, I'm sorry. I'll get rid of it.'

And he did, and made a point of making sure everyone knew about MC's phobia, and didn't make fun of them for it.

Was it ironic that someone who looked death in the eye and waved was afraid of spiders? Absolutely, but no one chooses fear over comfort, and MC has chosen to be brave one too many times for anyone to begrudge them one or two irrational fears.

#obey me x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me undateables

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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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Flirty Stranger | Wednesday Addams

Warnings: swearing, Tyler

Wednesday x Galpin!fem

"That'll be 3.99 please, sir." You smiled polity at the taller man infront of you, he sniffled a smile; slamming a five dollar bill into your hand. You gritted your teeth, Lucas was always an ass.

You pressed down on the till, it slamming open; the coins and loss change jiggling when it did. You received his change, handing it to him with a smile.

"Have a nice day." It was a rule at the coffee store: be polite, smile and just be an averagely good person.

Lucas smiled back, placing the money onto the edge of the tip jar.

"Do you want my chaple change, Galpin?" Your nose flared, fingers wrapping around the counter of the table. This was a repeating game with the boy; he had some sick pleasure from you begging for his money. Today though, you honesly couldn't care if he got you fired. You'd burnt the tip of your finger in boiling water, an absolute fiend demanded that you got their order wrong, four times. Your older brother, Tyler, had stormed into the store late for his shift which somehow led to your dad shouting at you for not waking your brother up in time. Fair to say your day was horrible, and all you wanted to was dive head first into a book.

"I don't want, nor do I need your spare money, Lucas." His smiled dropped, eyes casting into a dark gaze.

"I think you miss spoke? Did you mean, Yes sir?" You could have sworn by the amount of times you'd gritted your teeth you wouldn't have any by the end of the shift.

"No. I did not miss speak."

He coughed, the coins teasing the tip jar.

"You know that job is a privilege, not a right." Another person entered the coffee shop, walking into the line that only consisted of Lucas.

"Are you being rude again?" The women asked, pressing her cold finger into Lucas' back. Lucas shrugged the finger off, face drifting into fear at the sight of the girl infront of him.

"No. No Wednesday, we- she was only.." he stuttered out, his fingers finally releasing the money into the jaw. He collected his coffee, sprinting out of the store without a second look.

"Evening. May I have a coffee?" You stared at the girl, her eyes cold and hooded when they looked at you. She was dressed in Nevermore uniform, which meant she had some sort of power.

"Obviously, this is a cafe?" You retorted, eyes tired. Your shoulders were sagged, aching from your bad posture, your eyes were dry and begging for a finger to run into the wisk lids.

"Black. No sugar, no cream."

You hummed, pouring the rich beads of bean's into the crusher. Within moments the coffee was done, steaming in the air. You cupped the lid, pressing it down onto the cup. You slid it onto the counter, telling the girl infont of you the price. She handed you the money, precisely.

"Here." She slipped a hundred dollor bill into the cup, nodding solemnly. You groaned, rolling your eyes. Your fingers dipped into the cup, pressing the bill into her chest.

"I'm not a charity case." She frowned deeper, hand holding the bill.

"I did not imply such a thing. I am measly complamenting your abilities of making an admirable coffee. Is that a crime?" The girl infront of you asked, speaking in such a formality you almost cringed.

"Look, it's nice and all but I'd rather you go on with your day. Makes my life easier." The girl carried on to frown, placing the bill once again into the jaw. The same action played out; you pulled the bill out, she placed it back in.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are you so stuborn?" You mocked, rolling your eyes.

"This surely isn't allowed as a worker, your being deliciously rude." The girl commented, standing slightly less tall; almost like you had drained the energy out of her.

Your eyes drooped, sighing out in frustration.

"I'm a barista, I'm literally serving coffee to pay my phone bill. I don't owe you anything, I'm not a slave, I shouldn't have to beg you to give me a tip- I don't want a tip. You've payed your bill, so leave."

Wednesday shifted on her feet, her tongue rolling over her teeth.

"Fine." You sighed out, thankful that she finally gave you the space. Then, her fingers wrapped around your belt loop; tugging you forward. She slid the note into your pant pocket, turning around before you could object.

You stared at the open space she once took up. Another customer taking up the empty space within momemts.

"Hi, Ma'am, how may I help you?"

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Days went by, Lucas didn't harass you. Atleast not at work, at school was a different topic. You eventually learnt the ravens name; Wednesday Addams.

The door bell rang, in walking someone dressed all in black. Instead of coming straight to the till they went to table three. The smaller girl slid into open row, placing her hands on the table and locking them together.

You sigh, Wednesday sitting tall on the chair. You picked up your note book, walking towards the argumentative girl.

"What can I get you today?" You asked, smile plastered on your face. Your pen etched into the paper below it, awaiting the girls answer.

"Mm. My usual." She tucked herself further into the seat, glaring up at you.

You groaned, placing the book down on the table, resting your hand on it.

"Do you really think I can remember that?" Wednesday looked at you, fantom smile dancing on her lips.

"I bet you've remembered every detail of my face." She stated proudly, daring you with a smirk.

"Is that so?" You leaned down, your body tumbling over hers. She nodded, her finger tracking up your arm.

"I've remembered yours."

You hum into the air, smiling like you just won the lottery. You pulled back, your frame casting a shadow over Wednesday's small one.

"What's your name again?"

The question knocked the air out of Wednesday, sucking all of her confidence out.

"Uh. Wednesday Addams."

Your tongue rolled over your top teeth, then sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. Humming to fill the deafening silence.

"Wednesday? That's new. Do you still want that black coffee?" Wednesday clenched her jaw, moving her wandering hand away from you.

"Maybe your number would suffice." She muttered, her eyes still undressing you. You nodded, writing something down on your notepad.

You slid it over, not missing the way her eyes sparked and she almost groaned when the piece of paper was in her hands.

Nice try :) I'm not that easy <3

"That coffee will do, I guess." She groaned, staring at the paper in defeat. Her posture deflated, falling into a soulless sight.

"Fantastic"

Your shift dragged like always, your day seemingly never ending. The Raven haired girl that sent a nerve down your spine stayed, all day.

"Miss Addams, this cafe is closing." You mumbled out from under the counter, your hands cleaning up the beans you spilled earlier that day. Wednesday shuffled towards you, feet stopping when they came face to face with yours.

"May I walk you home?" She asked, standing taller with the suggestion. You was on your knees infront of her, staring through messy hair.

"Why?" You stood back up, placing the beans into the trash, wiping your hands free of the dust that built up on your open palm.

"Its dark, we never know what monster that lurkers outside the door." She said it in such a way that made you guess for what creep would be waiting for you. You nibbled on your bottom lip, staring at the girl who was similar height.

"I think that if any creep tried to have me they'd have to put up a fight. Plus, your the stranger." You noted, walking through the store with a cloth in your hand; wiping down the tables.

Wednesday followed closely after, following you like a lap dog.

"I don't have to be. If only you'd tell me your number. I've been told that I am a gracious date planner." She nodded, proud of her words; rethinking her previous conversations with someone.

"You've been on a date?" You laughed, mocking the implication. She shuffled on her feet, her fringe slightly frazzled at the tiresome day.

"Well no. But- but I assume I would be, I'm a bit of a perfectionist." You stared blankly at her, knowing she was eventually going to tire you down.

"No."

She blinked, her fist clenching around her skirt hem.

"And why not?" She all but whined, sounding like a toddler who wasn't allowed ice-cream, she may have well stomped her feet and screamed.

"Because I don't have time." You mumbled, pushing your lose hair out of your face. You brushed past her, not missing the way her fingers touched yours in a hope to grab your attention; when it didn't work she groaned.

"You can't possibly be that busy? Granted, you have school, maybe an after school activity? Then homework, coming here for- well awhile, then your free to spend your day." Wednesday thought, labeling your whole day.

You hummed, leaning over the counter. It was just like the first time you met, her standing infront of the counter, staring at you through dark eyes.

"I wake up at six, get dressed, plan my outfit and leave for school, I end school at three. I have rugby practise after school for two hours, then I have to come here. I leave her at eight, sometimes nine. After work I have to clean my whole house, cook for my dad and older brother, by then it's about eleven. Sometimes I can fit in my homework, other times i just do it in my breaks. After eleven, I have my shower, then I sleep and repeat my day." Wednesday placed her hand onto the counter, her face riddled with thought.

"Well. Give me your homework, so your break will be free and I can take you on a date, sound adequate?" You laughed, smiling at the girl who was dead serious.

"Why are you laughing? I did not state a joke." Wednesday muttered, pressing herself more into the counter. Your faces were inches away from each other, a daring smile still on yours.

"Uh huh. Your cute, Wednesday." Your finger brushed her fringe, making sure it was in the right place. You hummed seeing the same face that you saw a week previously.

"I'm not a cheat thought, nice try." You leaned forward, kissing her cheek before pulling away. She was left stuck, lost in the mist of your fruitfully perfume and flawless actions of physical touch.

"Care to leave now? I really need to get home before my dad does." You slipped out of the apron, pushing all of your lose hair out of your face; dragging the back of your wrist across your forehead, wiping away the steamed sweat.

"I'll be back." You didnt doubt her in anyway, automatically assuming Wednesday hadn't been told no often in her life. She stormed out of the store. Finally after a while you was left to breath, sighing into the dead silent cafe. The bell rang, Tyler barging through the door.

"Was that Wednesday Addams?"

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bluebellhairpin · 5 months

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Erwin Smith X Wife!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of your first murder opens a whole new door on your sexual escapades with your husband. He is more than eager to help you figure out if you like it or not. (word count; 3.4K < )

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. NSFW - Porn with almost no plot. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (if you don't like it, don't read it) Cannibalistic themes (Both in the literal sense and as a love metaphor). Sexual themes and Smut (Oral - receiving. Blood kink (menstrual specifically). (Unprotected sex + penetrative sex but focuses on the oral more.)) Reader; has female anatomy, has periods.

Listening to: 'Dinner & Diatribes' by Hozier - "I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me... Scarcely can speak for my thinking of what you'd do to me tonight."

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“Then I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.” - Jane Austen, 'Emma'

You didn’t realize quite how serious Erwin was. You didn’t even know how you thought about it. You didn’t really think much about it anyway.

Admittedly, despite how lust-filled your mind was in the moment (and perhaps the memory was tainted? But who were you to argue) you couldn’t help the feelings that swelled in your lower belly at the thought of your husband between your legs for something so unusual.

Something so many thought was untouchable, or dirty.

At the time he seemed very enthusiastic about it - his words rang through your head still days after. It was like your heart was clutching to them like they were the last pearls in a jewelry box.

“The things I would do for a chance to be between your legs while you bleed life right into my mouth.”

You realized that it must’ve been pure coincidence that it hadn’t come up before.

Sure, certain aspects would probably have produced more questions that, at the time, he would’ve been unable to answer. But now you knew his habits, his tendencies, the unnatural appetite he had towards human flesh - now he knew you supported them, he had no reason to hold back. He had no reason to hide just how carnal his desire for you ran.

So he didn’t.

The kitchen island where the sink was, allowed you to look out over the dining room and patio outside. Erwin was out again tonight, so the dishes you washed up were all your own from the day - despite how quiet it was, your mind was loud.

You were wondering why killing that cashier wasn’t bothering you more. First murders were meant to be the most memorable. Perhaps your lack of reaction - the numbness you felt where grief or shock should be - maybe that was your reaction.

But you held no pity or remorse for the woman who still lay unbutchered in your freezer downstairs. You believed whole-heartedly that she deserved it.

With the last plate put on the drying rack, you pulled the plug from the sink and watched the bubbles fade away. You knew exactly where your next stop was. It wasn’t even seven, but bed had been calling you all day - if only to curl up somewhere warm to alleviate the aches and pains that came with the first few days of your dreaded period.

The lock on the front door clicked, and with a shudder it opened and closed again to welcome your husband home. He was early. Again.

Oh how you enjoyed his company. You always had, he knew just when you needed the peace of quiet, when you needed space for yourself, he knew when you needed a warm body pressed against your own, and he knew when you needed to be sedated with a warm womb of cum. He could read you like a book - he had a vast collection of those, but if you asked he’d say his favorite always had been you.

With his shoes, jacket, and briefcase put aside, he walked over with a tired smile and a quiet greeting. Erwin came up beside you, ignoring your wet hands as he took one in his while the other found its home around your waist.

“How has your evening been?” he asked, mouth firmly pressed to your temple in some sort of kiss between words.

“Slow,” you sighed, leaning into his side, “Lower back has been a pain.” You could almost hear how Erwin’s eyebrows creased in concern.

“What for?” he said, leaning back partially to get a good look at your face. “You know I prefer you doing strenuous things with me around, then you don’t hurt yourself.”

You tsked him, shaking your head with a light smile.

“Honey it’s always like that when I’m on my period.” You could see it on his face, how he processed what you’d said. How his eyes darkened and his grip of your waist drew you in slightly closer.

“Oh?”

His voice was soft, curious, but the look in his eye told you it was nothing but innocent. He was far too sly for that. Far too devious. Had a far too large bloodlust. The way his eyes were flicking lower wasn’t telling you that he wanted a kiss - no, he was eyeing a place much lower.

And, currently much messier.

“I know that look.” you said, and your hand curled up around the still-fresh collar of his dress shirt. “Didn’t know what it was about less than a week ago, but now…”

Your words trailed off, quiet. An unspoken understanding went though you both - he of hunger, you of curiosity. What would it feel like to have your husband feeding himself full of the blood that slipped out from your cunt?

You felt yourself shift, an ache started to build between your legs, and your breathing became more apparent as your chest pressed against his. Erwin’s arm snaked around your waist, a firm hold taken in order to safely turn and cart you away without having to separate. Nothing was even happening yet and you knew exactly how much he didn’t want to part from you - you felt quite the same way.

It didn’t take long for Erwin’s mouth to attach to your neck after you’d been laid on your bed. Your legs had already spread to accommodate his hips, and the slow - barely there - drag of his clothed crotch on yours.

He was filled with as much lust as he was hunger. Erwin could feel it, deep in the very marrow of his bones that he’d need all night for his feelings to fade. The more he thought about it happening - how willing you were to let him do what he most truly desired - the more his need grew. And his need to return the favor grew too.

Erwin would bleed himself dry to fill your cup, carve the flesh right off his bones to make sure you were never hungry again. But that would have to wait. You had much to do together before that time came.

As he felt you whimper under his tongue, while his teeth slowly sunk in and out of your shoulders and neck, his hands wandered. He felt light headed at the thought of what lay waiting for him beneath your clothing. The mild summer air had left you in almost scraps of clothes even though you’d been inside all day, he had to steady his breathing just so he didn’t tear them completely apart.

He knew you liked these shorts.

Erwin’s hands found their way under your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up over your stomach and chest until you had to raise your arms to let him take it off completely. He - unfortunately - had to break away from your delicious skin to do so, however - fortunately - the sight he was left with made his cock swell again.

It wasn’t something he’d never seen before, he’d seen all of you many times, almost had the sight committed to memory. But this was different. The way he saw your chest rise and fall, eyes half-lidded, and body completely trembling under him. He could see how badly you needed him, it was spoken without words.

The blood running through your veins, the breath in your lungs - he felt like he could see your very heart beating in your chest and it drove him wild.

He couldn’t help but lean down and claim your lips in a long, deep kiss. You groaned into his mouth when he rutted into your covered cunt again, and he broke away to see your lips swollen and glossy.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked. “Because sweetheart once I start on you, I doubt I’ll want to stop until you stop bleeding.” His voice was soft, but even he could hear the edge added by his own desperation to get started. However the way you were looking at him - something wasn’t quite right. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No.” you replied, breathless.

“But something’s wrong.” he took your chin in his hand, gently trailing his thumb across your lower lip. “Tell me.” he said, casting a spell to demand your words to fall right into his palm.

“It’s so…” you started, shifting under him - still from arousal - but trying to find the right words while your brain was covered in a fog. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not - it’s so - you don’t have to.”

“But you want me to, don’t you?” he asked. His other hand moved, trailing down your body to press down on a spot just above your clothed slit. “I can feel it. Right here.” Oh his lips he felt your breath leave your mouth in a hushed huff, and felt how your hips chased his hand as he pulled it away.

“Yes, I - I really would like to try. Just this once. You don’t have to again.”

“Honey, remember who you’re talking to.” He said, making sure you were looking into his eyes as he spoke. “I already know that once this is over I will be completely filled with longing for the chance to do it again. To me your womb is always ripe for the taking.” With his words his hands both took hold of your hips, slipping under the cloth, ready and waiting. “I’ll ask once more. Are you ready for this?”

You looked up at him with a soft smile, and Erwin knew that look in your eyes - the one that could be filled with cartoonish pink hearts, almost unfit for such a scene as this.

“Yes.”

You found out very quickly that Erwin left very little room for you to move.

On a normal day, he would eat you out and urge you to do with him as you pleased. You could hump his mouth and grind into his nose as much as you wished, often he begged for it. Right now, however, that was not the case.

You couldn’t even do so much as start to lift your hips off the sheets. Erwin’s arm lay slung over your hips, pressing you into the mattress in a show of strength you’d only seen him muster when working as a butcher, brutally and in your basement.

With a curl of his fingers inside your cunt, you keened once more with your heels digging into the crisp fabric adorning Erwin’s back. You tried to move, to rut further for more, however it only made Erwin stop. He pulled away, and your head lifted off your pillow to look down at him.

“Try that one more time and I’ll give you a real reason not to.” You then thought of how alike Erwin could’ve been to a predatory animal hunched over a carcass.

He was all dark eyes and ruffled hair, with a string of your slick and blood threading his chin to your pussy. From you he truly was taking what he wanted, and he wasn’t even going to let you stop him from having his way. It almost frightened you, how easily he was holding you down. But he had never done it before - how he must have held back in times like these. Now though he was letting go - all for the taste your blood brought.

It made your chest heave, and your cunt clench onto his fingers. That made him grin - because of course there was no way he wouldn’t notice how tightly you were gripping his digits - and his once pearly white teeth were stained pink and red, yet to be licked clean by a greedy tongue.

“Of course you’d like that. What a dirty thing you are. You never cease to surprise me.” he said, then lent down to lick you from where his fingers nestled in your heat up to your clit, long and slow. “But I don’t want to hurt you, not right now. So don’t move.”

You swallowed, nodding. Your head fell back and he returned to his meal. Between his thrusting fingers and the way his lips suckled on your clit, you wondered just how far he could go while devouring you. How far he would go. Even how far you’d let him.

You couldn’t lie and say none of it appealed to you. Maybe you were more fucked up than Erwin was, with how a strong rush of heat went to your core at the thought of him stripping your bones clean of their marrow with his need. His fingers curled to just the right spot to push your high ever closer, and you had a moment of clarity before it all came crashing down.

How romantic it was that your husband was so truly consumed by his love that he had to physically feast on parts of you in order to sedate himself.

After a moment, as your eyes slowly stopped fluttering behind your eyelids, Erwin’s hand slid around your waist to rest on your back, and as he moved himself to kneel on the bed he pulled you up and into his lap. Your legs were pulled so your knees pressed against each side of his hips, your thighs spread wide over his own. His other hand was still snug inside your cunt, slowly scissoring, pushing and pulling, teasing enough in your post-orgasm bliss to leave you open-mouthed and moaning into his neck.

If he kept it up, your lips would be drooling all over his collar as much as your slick drooled all over his thighs.

With a squelch of your cunt, you caught Erwin’s eyes casting themselves lower, and he pulled back. His eyes were fixed on the hand that had crept out from between your legs, and the way his lips parted in awe made you curious. What could render him so speechless?

There, sitting really quite innocently in the space just below Erwin’s pointer and middle finger, was a clot.

They weren’t unfamiliar to you. Lumps of tissue and blood that passed each month like clockwork had left you curious too - you knew what they were and they never worried you, it left you in awe at the way your body worked more than it disgusted you. However Erwin was being unreadable. It made you start to shift away.

“Don’t.” Erwin said, grip on you vice-tight in warning. So you chose to wait. To watch and see what he would do next.

He took the lump between his fingers, prodding it, spreading it over his palm. Inspecting it with curious fingers and eyes. When his hand stilled, your eyes flicked back up to his face, watching as his eyes softened to a dark wonder, and as his tongue wet his bottom lip.

He brought his hand to his mouth, licking it clean - clot, tissue, blood and all. His eyes closed, rolling into the back of his skull. It made a strange lump form in your throat, and your core clench with some sick sense of want. But how sick could it be if you both wanted it that bad?

His now mostly clean and wet hand met your body again. Both hands found a place on your ribs just below the sides of your breasts and trailed down. His eyes opened, meeting yours, but you couldn’t help but watch as his jaw moved, cleaning over his teeth as if sucking the last of you to his tongue and down his throat.

His throat which was now stained inside and out with your blood.

Something about it made you sigh wistfully, relaxing to his touch and threading almost limp arms around his shoulders. Waiting to be cleaned and put to bed. Unlike you, Erwin could always read you - he knew what you were thinking, and the smile on his face told you clearly that you weren’t on the same page as him.

“Do you think we’re finished?” Erwin asked, pushing his crotch into yours, uncaring about the mess of slick and blood he was getting over his once pristine slacks. “I’m not planning on stopping until we’re both spent, and as you can feel, I’m nowhere near done yet.” His hands found home on your hips and pulled your spread legs closer so your core was flush to his hard cock.

“Erwin…” you said, breathless as one hand found the soft hairs on the back of his neck. His nose bumped into your cheek, mouth landing on yours for one soft moment when your voice trailed off.

“What is it?” he asked. His voice was soft, despite the hard and slow back and forth his hands guided your hips. It made your heart swell as your breathing hitched and you pressed yourself closer still - to his cock, his chest, his hands and face, anywhere he’d let you be.

“I’m aching for you.” you replied, shifting in his lap and working your hands down to start tugging his shirt out from where it was tucked into his pants. You mouthed at his jaw and neck, tasting all sorts of yourself on your tongue. His arm pressed you closer, wordlessly stilling your movements. ‘Calm’ he spoke, ‘be with me here, in this moment’.

“Tell me what you want from me.” he said, taking your cheek in his palm, “Anything. I am all yours.”

“I just need you.” you said. Like a key to a lock, his hold loosened, and your hands returned to their previous venture - getting as much of Erwin's clothes off as quickly as possible. While your fingers wandered, your mouth returned to licking his throat clean of your slick mess. “Fill me. Use me. Lay me here and do what you like, just don’t leave me empty.”

You could feel his groan resonate from his chest to yours, the hardness pressed to your pussy jumped. In a moment he kissed you, sharing a taste of him, you, and a twang of iron.

“Whatever you wish for sweetheart,” he murmured to your lips, shifting as he spoke and kissed you so he could add a third - undressing - to his growing list of things to do all at once, “I’ll give you everything and more.”

Somehow, among the mess of his lips on yours, he shed his clothes and had laid you back down onto the bed. He seemed almost content, despite you writhing beneath him for more, to just get his cock wet grinding into your cunt with your legs wrapped snug around his hips.

“Erwin please, stop teasing.” He pulled away from your mouth as you spoke, a hand resting beside your head while the other stilled your thigh.

“I know, I know, just,” He said, taking in a deep breath when his eyes dropped lower, “I’m going to need a second.”

You followed, taking in how his cock was tainted with his pre and your slick - and a sheen of pinky-red that bled into his dirty blond pubes. From how angry and hard Erwin’s cock was, and the flush on his cheeks, you could put two and two together.

“Are you gonna cum that fast just because there’s blood down there?”

“‘t’s your blood.” he replied, eyes screwed shut as he took in a deep breath and opened them again - seemingly recomposed.

“Still.” You smiled, reaching a hand up to coyly curl your fingers at the longer hairs near his ear.

“Don’t.” He warned, catching on to your internal plot to tease him further, brows furrowed and bottom lip sticking out in an almost-pout. You licked your bottom lip, getting a flavor of salt and metal, before kissing him again.

“I think I will.” You said, squeezing your legs around him, nudging his cock closer to your waiting pussy. “You being so turned on by it is kinda turning me on.”

Erwin only scoffed - mumbling something about how perfect you were - before kissing you again, deeply, and shifting his lower body so his tip caught on your clit before sliding lower. He entered slowly, letting you stretch around his girth, even though with all the fluids down there making it easier than usual. He seemed to be wanting to take his time, and despite how needy you were before it felt too good to complain.

You were more than happy to lay back and let him have his way with you, and he was more than willing to let you.

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lippmannssplatteredblood · 7 months

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Was it ever confirmed Lippmann was based on Walter Lippmann?

No.

But wait, there's enough evidence! (Ty anon im using this ask as an excuse to ramble and getting these off my chest)

As we all already know, most of the characters in BSD, especially ability users, are based on real life authors. Stormbringer explicitly stated that bsd!Lippmann was "an extremely powerful skill user" so he must be based on someone. And guess what? There happens to be a writer with the exact name as his.

Walter Lippmann was an American journalist, politician, and writer. He was deemed as "the most gifted and influential American political journalist of the twentieth century". His works mostly took the theme of public relations and stuff. Sounds familiar?

I'd like to add this part from the etymology section of his(bsd) wiki btw, just in case you didn't know.

Does it end there? No, not quite.

Let's take a look at his most popular work; Public Opinion.

"...The pictures inside the heads of these human beings, the pictures of themselves, of others, of their needs, purposes, and relationship, are their public opinions. Those pictures which are acted upon by groups of people, or by individuals acting in the name of groups, are Public Opinion with capital letters."

"The pictures in our heads", page 29

People, generally, have some sort of "persona" of themselves that they would try to plant on other people's minds. Kinda like the Japanese "three faces" proverb, you may say. And how do they achieve it? By only presenting that persona; by masking; by acting.

"Royal personages are, of course, constructed personalities. Whether they themselves believe in their public character, or whether they merely permit the chamberlain to stage-manage it, there are at least two distinct selves, the public and regal self, the private and human."

"The pictures in our heads", page 7

Simply said, him being an actor might be a reference to (or a representation of) that human nature which P.O. talks of. An actor acts—they dive into the role of another character that's not them. (Which, when you think about it, is just what us humans do on a daily basis, except they do it professionally and for a living, which when you think about it again—)

Mr. Lippmann also published books titled "A Preface to Politics" and "A Preface to Morals" which is....interesting.

Okay, "preface" and "face" technically are different. Though they still share somewhat a similar meaning.

But hear me out. Let's go back to the persona thing. Generally, what people would want to be perceived as is as the perfect, ideal versions of themselves. To make that happen, they would have to put on a good first impression. And what's usually the first thing that people notice about a person? Correct—their appearance; their face.

Lippmann(bsd) was multiple times described as "perfect" (like okay asagiri, he's pretty, we get it), especially regarding his looks (and capabilities). See what I'm saying?

Lippmann was the stage face, the public image of the Port Mafia. He was the preface to the Port Mafia. He created the pictures in people's head of the Port Mafia.

As a verb, however, "face" has another meaning:

He negotiated with front companies, met and talked with political figures, and even dealt with the press if push came to shove.

I feel like this might be merely a coincidence or a pun, though. But the fact that his field of work in the Port Mafia was specifically negotiating with the "real world" is definitely not something Asagiri just pulled out of thin air—or so I believe to be the case, at least, having read this paragraph.

"This is the underlying reason for the existence of the press agent. The enormous discretion as to what facts and what impressions shall be reported is steadily convincing every organized group of people that whether it wishes to secure publicity or to avoid it, the exercise of discretion cannot be left to the reporter. It is safe to hire a press agent who stands between the group and the newspapers. Having hired him, the temptation to exploit his strategic position is very great."

"The nature of news", page 344

Oh, by the way, remember this scene?

It's just a silly, filler interaction that seemed not to reference anything, but just you wait.

"Men cannot long act in a way that they know is a contradiction of the environment as they conceive it. If they are bent on acting in a certain way they have to reconceive the environment, they have to censor out, to rationalize. But if in their presence, there is an insistent fact which is so obstrusive that they cannot explain it away, one of three courses is open. They can perversely ignore it, though they would cripple themselves in the process, will overact their part and come to grief. They can take it into account but refuse to act. They pay in internal discomfort and frustration. Or, and I believe this is to be the most frequent case, they adjust their whole behavior to the large environment."

"Intelligence work", page 383

Then again, these are but my interpretations and/or speculations which I'd like you to take with a grain of salt, as I could very well still be wrong (because Asagiri loves to trick us, apparently).

I could go on and on and on and on and on but I'm afraid I'd just be blabbering nonsense at some point. Thank you for reading my (hopefully coherent) ramblings.

#its their birthday btw!!!#(23 september)#i hope im making sense and if not just hit me with a mallet.#i feel like that one meme of a guy going on conspirational rants. i am connecting the dots!!! i swear!!!!#tried to read his other works but never got the time to really finish them. if you have something to add please do!#bungou stray dogs #bsd stormbringer #bsd lippmann #ask #this ask is like three weeks old im sorry anon

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smartycvnt · 10 months

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Title: Cul-de-Sac Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Reader Prompt: 2. "We could settle down somewhere boring, get a few dogs, maybe make some friends with kids to babysit." "That sounds nice." NR WC: 1048

Charlotte was no stranger to waking up in a hotel room bed. Generally, the room was booked for her, but this morning was a welcome exception. Y/n had been a presence Charlotte knew would never be constant in her life, and yet, Charlotte had still fallen for her. Y/n's last fight had been such a monumental win, she had decided to take Charlotte with her on the post-fight vacation. It was one thing for Charlotte to have Y/n staying over at her place for one or two weekends out of the year, but this had been a nearly four month long trip. There was something else about this that felt off to Charlotte, but she wasn't going to mention it if Y/n didn't first. The last thing she wanted was to ruin their fun and leave a bad taste in Y/n's mouth.

"Don't you dare get out of this bed yet," Y/n muttered, slightly muffled by her pillow. Charlotte turned her back to face Y/n, who still looked fast asleep despite her attempt at keeping Charlotte in bed. Charlotte would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed with Y/n all day, but she had to think about her return to the ring. It had been a long time and Charlotte was antsy to get back into action. Just like she was certain that Y/n wanted to get back in the boxing ring. The two of them understood the constant need for a fight, even if their ways of fighting were vastly different.

"I need to make a couple of calls, I'll be back, I promise," Charlotte said as she leaned down to press a kiss to Y/n's cheek. Y/n whined and moaned as Charlotte got up to type up an email to Hunter about the end of her trip. It hadn't taken her more than maybe five minutes, but it was long enough for Y/n to wake up enough to be sitting up in bed. "Good morning sunshine."

"You could have done that in bed," Y/n pointed out as she pulled Charlotte into bed. Charlotte laid across the mattress with her head in Y/n's lap and her legs hanging off of the side. Charlotte shrugged as she reached up to caress Y/n's face. Y/n leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Charlotte's forehead before settling back against the pillows.

"This is nice. Confusing, but nice," Charlotte said nonchalantly. It sounded less like something she had meant to say and more like she had just been thinking out loud. Y/n's brows furrowed as she tried to decipher what Charlotte meant. Similar thoughts had drifted into Y/n's mind a time or two, but Y/n couldn't be certain that Charlotte actually wanted the same thing. Charlotte had never seemed unhappy with their arrangement, occasionally even pushing Y/n away a time or two whenever they had gotten too comfortable around each other.

"What do you mean?" Y/n questioned. Charlotte took a deep breath as she mulled over her thoughts. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Y/n. Charlotte slowly sat herself up and scooted over enough that she was sitting across from Y/n on the bed. This felt like a conversation best had face to face, even if it ultimately was to go absolutely nowhere. Y/n was different from anybody that Charlotte had ever met before. She had forced Charlotte to adapt to situations and accept truths about herself that Charlotte had never even considered before. The cookie-cutter life that Charlotte had once assumed she would have had gone right out the window the moment that Charlotte met Y/n, and maybe Charlotte wasn't so upset over losing something she never really had in the first place.

"All my life I thought I'd get married to some nice guy, find a house in some gated community full of other families, pop out a couple of kids for my parents to absolutely spoil, and that was sort of it. Now, I don't know what to do. I've tried to find someone else, but they don't make me feel the same way that you do. At first, I thought it was just that you're exciting, but the moments like these, they're the ones that I keep going back to. Don't get me wrong, the sex and extravagance is great, but I like these moments when it's just the two of us even better." Charlotte laid everything out for Y/n in a way that she hadn't done before. Charlotte stared at Y/n as patiently as she could while Y/n processed everything Charlotte told her. Each second that passed felt like torture to Charlotte, whose confidence in her admission had begun to falter.

"You don't have to give all that up just for me," Y/n said carefully. She could see Charlotte's expression change from one of indifference to one of sadness quickly. "We could settle down somewhere boring, get a few dogs, maybe make some friends with kids to babysit."

"That sounds nice, but how would we do it with both of our schedules?" Charlotte wanted her happy ending more than anything, but she wasn't sure how it fit into their lives at the moment.

"I haven't told anybody else this yet, but my next fight will be my last. Boxing has been good to me, but every good thing must come to an end. You told me that I have to listen to my body, and it's telling me that if I want to enjoy whatever time I've got left, I should stop soon. It's scary not knowing what I'll be doing with my life, but I could do with being a WWE Superstar's trophy wife," Y/n said. Charlotte smiled as she leaned forward, just close enough to almost kiss Y/n.

"I never said anything about marriage," Charlotte said teasingly. Y/n swallowed nervously, afraid that she had stepped too far. Charlotte let the serious expression on her face melt away as she leaned in for a quick kiss, one that had Y/n trying to push forward for more. "But you practically read my mind."

#my writing #charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair #wwe #wwe x reader

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Random question cause I've just seen an event and I'm starting to find idia a bit annoying lol but I do still like him when he makes sense but I wanted to know why YOU didn't like him lol

Okay I give my whole ass disclaimer that I know Idia is a fan favorite and I completely get why. In the words of Hades, I get it. I got it. I got the concept. But I just personally don't vibe with him.

Mostly I think it's because I've known quite a few people with his personality/archetypes in real life who were just absolutely awful, and that colored my opinion a lot. It's a fun concept for a character, very not fun to deal with in real people. Which, tbf, would be the same for pretty much all of the Twist boys. But as a nerd and someone in a very quote-unquote 'intellectual' field of work/education, I have met too many people like this.

But as like, an aside on top of that bias, I can tolerate most traits or flaws in other people, in real life and in fiction. My one, personal, irredeemable, nitpick is hypocrisy. Everyone comes from somewhere different and has different experiences that shape your values and ideals, but the second you start being a hypocrite, you're just proving that it's not the values, it's you being a dick. Idia for a lot of his vignettes etc. is incredibly judgemental of his classmates, while simultaneously lamenting how everyone would judge him for his interests. You don't get to be a dick to people and then be all 'uwu no one likes me' when they call you out on it. Like in the Ghost Bride event! Everyone shows up to save him--intentions entirely good or otherwise--and he spouts off enough ungrateful/mean comments that it turns into all of them basically being like 'fine go die :)' I remember thinking it was the funniest shit, and it was definitely meant to be a comedic moment, but the problem is that he never really recovers from those moments. It's always him being a dick, inevitably getting roasted, and then that's... sort of it.

His one redeeming trait in my opinion is Ortho and his obvious love for him. But like, even that gets tainted a lot of the time. Like in Ortho's vignette for his robes or whatever, he gets so excited to go to the opening ceremony! And when shit goes tits up, Idia just like... refuses to interact with him? To the point that the groovy image is Ortho pressed up against the door just... waiting for him? Ortho would give literally anything for his brother, and yes we're told Idia feels the same, but more often than not he still puts himself first. I'll give my disclaimer that I haven't read Idia's book. I know the gist of what happened to the OG Ortho, but like, I don't have the details. Maybe it gets better. But for the most part, until that book, all I'd really seen was things perpetually working out for Idia whenever he needed it (every event he basically gets what he wants--the new years bags, the wishing star, etc), while never having to deal with the consequences of him being nasty to other people and then just going on to complain more. Which. Ack. It just personally rubs me very much the wrong way.

Again, I completely get his appeal. His character design is absolutely gorgeous and sometimes the guy says some genuinely funny/unhinged shit. My favorite characters have literally tried to kill people and I'm sure drive some people into an absolute rage, so like, no judgment here. He is just very much Not My Vibe. At least, not at the moment. Maybe it will get better in Malleus's book.

#Asks

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storiesundercandlelight · 9 months

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Could we get a Geoffrey x Reader (vampyr) where he sneaks the reader into Priwen??!! I read your first Geoffrey fic and loved when mentioned sneaking her in!!! I need it pleasseeeeeee?!?!

Ah Thank you for another Geoffrey request!! I do so love writing for the Vampyr boys!!

I hope you like it!

Geoffrey x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW +18,

You walked slightly behind Geoffrey, slowly as he turned to look around a street corner. You couldn't help the way your eyebrow raised in question as you watched him. "Looking for something?"

"Just seein' if any of the lads are outside" this spiked your interest, a smirk pulling at your lips as you walked past Geoffrey into the street.

"Worried what they'll think of me? How could you associate yourself with such west end scum?" Your mocking tone carried over the road to Geoffrey who was now rolling his eyes at you.

"No it's not that, I don't let them bring girls into the base. I'd be a piss poor Captain if I started ignoring my own rules"

"No girls? What a sad life you make them live" you pouted your lips at the man before you earning another unimpressed look. Geoffrey wouldn't admit he loved your playful humour, it was an unexpected brightness in his life, god forbid you found out though, he'd never hear the end of it, so for now he rolled his eyes again.

"Be quiet, you're the one making me break the bloody rule in the first place"

"I want to see your office... and room"

"They're one in the same"

"Poor hunter" He shook his head and forced you on towards the current Priwen base, his head turning side to side as he looked over the street, making sure you wouldn't be caught. You reached the door, it wasn't an attractive building at all, a warehouse more like, the door Geoffrey lead you to was actually to the side of the building. He quickly whipped out a set of keys before unlocking the chipped door and sticking his head inside. You would have laughed but you knew you have been scolded by him for doing so. Instead you waited as Geoffrey held up his hand silently to you before disappearing inside for a moment.

"Alright come on" he kept his voice so as he opened the door wider, and promptly leading you to a precarious set of stairs, you tried to look over the rest of the building but there wasn't much to see. The hallway seemed to be off to the side of the building, a grated iron wall separating it from the main space, shelves and supplies kept you hidden as you followed Geoffrey and they also prevented you from seeing too much of the rest of the space. You could hear voices though, rough accents and laughter came from the men inside, the smell of some sort of food wafting through as you made your way up the stairs.

You couldn't see much from the landing, certainly not if you were on the lower level. This didn't stop Geoffrey from all but marching you down the walkway and into another room.

Your eyes needed a moment to adjust to the dimly lit room, the office come bedroom left much to be desired. An old desk was pushed to one side of the room, a chair behind it, facing the door. The bed, just big enough to fit Geoffrey and maybe you if you were pressed together was off to the right side, the sheets thin but the blanket thrown over it looked thick enough to fight off the cold. Papers littered the floor and the surface of the beaten up desk, piles of what looks like journals, and books stacked almost toppling over were placed haphazardly on any surface that was available, half empty cups of coffee and a glass still sticky with left over whiskey were grouped together on the corner of the desk. A small chest was sat at the end of the bed, you guessed for Geoffreys clothes.

"I told you it wasn't much" Geoffrey's voice from behind you sounded almost embarrassed, you realised he'd probably been waiting for you to say something and you'd remained uncharacteristically quiet since entering the room.

"It's yours. That's all that matters" You smiled at him, hoping to make him feel less self conscious. The difference in class wasn't something you brought up often with Geoffrey though you know it bothered him on more than one occasion, mostly because of his distaste for the upper class. Your parents had reluctantly purchased you an apartment in the west end when you and your mother had another argument, when you had brought Geoffrey there - something he wouldn't have normally agreed to - you could see that he felt out of place it was the only time you had ever seen him unsure of himself. You weren't keen on it happening again.

"Aye it's mine until we need to move again, then it will be the next shithole we end up in that's mine" He walked across the room as he spoke, keeping his voice low to ensure no one outside heard you both talking, not that many guards came upstairs given that it was only his room and a supply room currently being used to store Priwens supplies. But he didn't want to take the chance, knowing the stick he would get if the men found out he'd snuck a girl in.

"You're too hard on yourself, I think the shitholes suit you" You smirked at him, plopping down on the hard mattress, wincing slightly at the idea of Geoffrey coming back from a hunt and having to find comfort in the hardness beneath you.

"Hmm" Geoffrey came to stand in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched and waited for you to likely say you were done with seeing the room so he could usher you out as quickly as he'd got you in. But you had other ideas in mind.

Reaching out you grabbed Geoffrey's coat pulling him closer and at the same time pulling yourself up to a stand. You smiled sweetly at Geoffrey before twisting the two of you, pushing Geoffrey down to take the space on the bed you had just gotten up from. You knew he was letting you move him, you'd once tried to push Geoffrey during a playful fight and couldn't move him even a little.

Quickly, before he came to his senses you climbed onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Shh" Geoffrey felt your lips on his a moment later, his hands almost without control going to your waist to hold you there. Your fingers teased the back of his neck, the short hair brushing against your fingertips. Your lips danced this same dance effortlessly now, so many nights spent pressed against each other it was more than natural.

You couldn't help the small disappointed whine that fell from your lips when Geoffrey pulled away. "No. Absolutely not, don't even think for a second that we're doing that here"

"It's not that bad Geoffrey - you make it sound like you're living in a backend hovel"

"It's not the room I'm concerned about, it's the noise you make and the men downstairs"

"I'll be quiet" Geoffrey scoffed.

"You couldn't be quiet if our lives depended on it"

"So miserable" You pouted, hands still dancing along Geoffrey's skin, moving down his neck to the red scarf he always wore, tugging at it playfully, a smile creeping onto your face that had the hunter rolling his eyes, fighting a small smirk of his own.

"Not miserable, sensible is more the word"

"Oh is that what you're calling yourself these days? Sensible? I'll be sure to remember that when you next go off on a hunt to fight god knows what" You stole a quick kiss before pulling the scarf away from Geoffrey entirely, the scarred skin underneath now visible and accessible to kiss along.

You knew it was a sensitive place for Geoffrey, giggling you remembered the first time you'd found out it was not the scars that made him tense when your lips followed the trail up his neck, nipping playfully at his ear.

Geoffrey let out a large sigh, his eyes closing both in mock frustration at your determination and because despite him not wanting it to - it felt good. The drag of your tongue by his collarbone, the lingering kisses against his skin. Your hands were making quick work of his clothing, the warmth of your hands against his skin as you push his shirt open made him sigh again, his head tilting back just slightly to give you more room to playfully nip at his skin.

A few moments more and you were suddenly lifted off of Geoffrey's lap, your back hitting the bed and the hunter crawling on top of you. "One sound and I swear to God I will stop and march you out of here" you nodded eagerly pulling his down to you, your lips fighting each other for dominance - which he won - as you pushed his clothes from his shoulders, barring his upper half to the chill of the room.

Geoffrey knew this was an awful idea, he always got stick from his men who wanted - and tried- to sneak girls of their own into whatever they were calling their base at the time. The fact that their leader was here breaking his own rules was something he really didn't want the headache over. But the feeling of your hands on him, pulling him closer, the warmth of your kisses and the way your breath hitched when he returned the touches back was a temptation he just couldn't fight.

Your thoughts kept drifting from keeping yourself under control when Geoffrey's lips moved from yours and down your neck, both of you working together to remove the last of your clothes, throwing them mindlessly across the small expanse of the old and chipped wooden floor. You arched into Geoffrey's touch when his hand trailed down your body to reach between your legs.

"Excited by this are ya?"

"I thought we were being quiet?" You quipped back breathlessly, already feeling heat rising over you as Geoffrey began to tease you with his fingers. HIs digits sliding slowly over you before pushing in, he knew what you liked, curling his fingers quickly had a gasp falling from you as you arched into his touch.

Geoffrey could easily spend hours watching you fall apart beneath him but, perhaps another time, when he could fully enjoy all those little noises you were holding back. Moving away from you Geoffrey moved between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours. "Remember, quiet"

You nodded eagerly, pulling the hunter closer to you as he lined himself up. With one final look at you Geoffrey slowly moved his hips forwards, pushing into you, his eyes closing briefly at the feeling of your heat taking him.

Geoffrey kept his movements slow and deep, his arms either side of you holding him up. The very idea of being caught both unnerved him and excited him, the idea of having to keep quiet made his heart race. When you thrusted your own hips up to meet Geoffrey's a groan that he wasn't ready to contain slipped from his lips.

You tutted mockingly, a smirk pulling at your lips when Geoffrey shot you a warning gaze. He didn’t let his rhythm falter, silently he was thanking god that the bed - as worn and old as it was - didn’t creak.

Geoffrey leant down further, the closeness allowing him to leave kisses along your jaw line, occasionally capturing your lips when he thought your quiet gasps might turn into more. It sent butterflies through your stomach, the position so intimate, the idea that the two of you were holding onto each other this closely, trying desperately to stay quiet. But the heavy breaths that fell from both of you only had you more excited, you could feel yourself tensing, the inevitable snapping of the cord coming much quicker than you would have imagined.

“Jesus..” Geoffrey cursed his right hand moved down your body, gripping your waist, almost moving you against him as he kept pushing into you.

“Geoffrey…” he shushed you, his lips pushing against yours to mask the quiet moans you just couldn’t keep in as your orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

A sudden bang outside the room had your heart leaping from your chest, Geoffrey stopped instantly, his hand quickly covering your mouth when you accidentally let out a small moan. You cursed whoever was out in the hallway, cursed them to a lifetime of misery. Geoffrey stayed still, listening for what he could only imagine was someone coming to his room looking for him.

After what felt like minutes but was likely only a few seconds the door to the storage room beside Geoffrey’s closed and the footsteps grew quite as they walked away. Geoffrey let out a sigh of relief before snapping his gaze back to you. I told you this was a bad idea written all over his face while you were trying to hold in a giggle.

“This is not funny” he whispered.

“It absolutely is” you whispered back, smirk growing. “I’ve seen you look less worried at a pack of vampires”

“I’d rather a pack of vampires over the wrath of my men” you pushed your hips up, reminding Geoffrey of your current situation. He shook his head in disbelief but before you could say anything back he started moving again in earnest.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he set a brutal pace that had you biting your lips to stay quiet. It wasn’t long before that oh so wonderful feeling started building again and this time there were no disruptions. Geoffrey caught your lips with his as you climaxed, your lips parting only for you to let out a few deep breaths. Geoffrey’s head moved to the side, using the crook of your neck to mask his own groan as he filled you.

A few moments passed, your breaths slowly becoming normal as you laid against each other. You were suddenly very aware of how quiet it was. You could hear a pin drop and it had the hairs on your arms lifting.

You tapped Geoffrey, encouraging him to lift his head up to look at you with a questioning gaze.

“It’s so quiet”

Geoffrey’s eyes flicked to the side in the direction of the door, he was listening. Too quiet. Geoffrey sat up, the heat from his skin leaving you, allowing the chill of the room to ghost over your skin. After a few moments of listening Geoffrey got up from the bed, his moments so quiet for someone so burly, it was a stark reminder of how good of a hunter he was. He quickly passed you your clothes as he started dressing himself.

Your heart was pounding, why was it so quiet? Your mind was reeling, thinking of all the worst case scenarios. Was the base under attack? Did some vampires get the jump on the guards?

Once fully dressed you stood near the old desk as Geoffrey pulled out his gun, moving to the door he pulled it open and cursed under his breath. You didn’t move, you couldn’t see what was behind the door nor could you be seen thanks to your position in the room.

You heard a click as Geoffrey uncocked his gun, his arm falling limp, his other hand going through his hair as a deep sigh left his lips. “Go on then get it out”

“Get what out?” A deep Scottish voice came from the hallway. “Ye don’t actually mean to tell me what we think is happening is actually happening? That the great McCullum is in here breaking the rules?”

Geoffrey stood unamused his arm now holding onto the door.

“The lads are loaded up to give your grief tomorrow” you could hear the laughter in the man’s voice. “You are gonna hear about this for a long time McCullum” you heard the chuckles of whoever it was as he walked away from the room and down the stairs you had come up earlier.

Geoffrey turned his head towards you, the look on his face both defeated and annoyed. “I to-“

“You told me it was a bad idea I know I know….” You took a pause as Geoffrey closed the door again, reaching for your coats, clearly readying you both for a quick exit. “I am sorry….”

He didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry I won’t be around to hear all the grief you’re going to get” you started giggling now, unable to hold it in anymore, the whole situation had your body shacking with laughter.

Geoffrey however wasn’t amused, his gaze on your hard as you laughed. “This is the last time I trust your ability to not get us into trouble” he tried to hide his own smirk, he almost did. With one last sigh, the thought of months of stick from his men ahead, Geoffrey pushed you towards the door and out of his little room.

#vampyr #vampyr game #vampyr 2018 #geoffrey mccullum #geoffrey mccullum x reader #geoffrey vampyr

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cherrydreamer · 2 years

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Got thinking about Joyce in Lenora Hills, and how maybe, within the first week, there's a woman coming round to welcome her to the neighborhood. A pretty woman with a floaty sundress, a Tupperware full of still-warm cookies and a bright and breezy, "Well hello there neighbour, I'm Donna. Welcome to Lenora!"

And even though Joyce isn't really the social type- she's always felt out of place at Karen Wheeler's gossipy book/wine club and even at Claudia Henderson's giggly Avon parties- there's just something about Donna that Joyce is drawn to. And soon enough they've become friends. Good friends. And one night the conversation (and the wine) starts flowing, and Joyce finds herself sitting in Donna's pretty, pastel house, opening up a little more than she normally would. She talks about a lot of things, about her boys and El, of course, and her job and about Hopper, and she even talks a little bit about Lonnie. And that's when Donna's lips press together and her hand rubs at a non-existent bruise on her arm and her expression changes and Joyce sees it. Gets it. The understanding. The kind that comes with first hand experience.

And it's enough to get Joyce opening up even more.

So she tells Donna why they moved. Not the full truth, obviously, but she talks about nearly losing Will. About how she did lose him, for a while. About the fear and the panic and the pain of it all that's still with her now. And that's when Donna's expression falls even more, when she stares over at the photos on the mantle, a whole row of them, all of a little blond boy, curly-haired and gap-toothed and with a smile like sunshine, and says, in a slow, quiet voice, that she understands. She knows that pain, she really knows that pain. Because her boy is gone too.

"I never meant to lose him," she says, voice choked with regret, "But I needed to sort things out. Get myself somewhere I could get my head straight. But I always meant to come back for him. I told him I would, I promised him. And I told his piece of shit father too. Told him to wait. But I...I ran into some trouble and things got...complicated. Messy. And I guess...I guess I'd left it too long. Because when I did come back, they were gone. He'd taken him away. He'd taken my son. My little boy."

The last words are raw. Aching. But before Joyce can say anything, can offer a word of comfort, Donna's turning around, a sad, small smile on her face.

"But isn't that strange? One of those funny things, those coincidences," she says, pointing a finger between her and Joyce, "Because my boy is a William too, well, officially, he is," she smiles again, a little bigger now, "But he...he's always been Billy to me. My Billy."

#cherrywrites #not harringrove #but billy as always #inspired by a little chat with a friend!#i haven't tagged you s0urestwolf but I could not stop thinking about this one!#and ok in this one billy's not dead. no siree #but joyce doesn't know that #so she shows Donna a copy of the Hawkins Post. the one with the photos of Billy and Hop and the whole story #but Donna refuses to admit it. says Billy can't be dead. says that a mother knows. deep down. she'd know #and hey. turns out she's right!

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haggishlyhagging · 11 months

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I have been writing about male violence for decades. I first addressed it in my book Misogynies, published in 1989 and still in print, which was inspired (if that's the right word) by my experience of covering the ‘Yorkshire Ripper’ murders as a young reporter. Vastly outnumbered by male detectives and crime reporters, I was shocked to the core by the casual sexism I encountered. While the men laughed and joked with each other at press conferences, I thought I could easily become the next victim of a killer who so obviously hated women. While they behaved as though they were looking for a monster, something between a pantomime villain and Jack the Ripper, I thought they couldn't find him because he wasn't that different - on the surface, at least - from other men who thought some of the victims 'deserved' what had happened to them. Sometimes I couldn't believe what I was hearing, such as the senior member of the Ripper squad who casually observed that the killer had begun to target ‘innocent girls’ instead of prostitutes, demonstrating that he was now - though not, presumably, before - in urgent need of medical attention. Peter Sutcliffe, a lorry driver from Bradford whom none of us would have looked twice at if we passed him on the street, was eventually convicted of murdering thirteen women and trying to kill another seven, although the final toll of victims was almost certainly higher.

In a precursor to the arguments I'm making in this book, I pointed out in Misogynies that Sutcliffe had grown up with extreme domestic violence, terrorised (along with his mother) by his violent, drunken father. The term ‘ACEs’, which I've used several times in these pages, hadn't been invented in the 1970s and while Sutcliffe's experience would no doubt score pretty high, nothing that happened to him as a child goes anywhere near excusing his terrible violence. What my experience of reporting the murders did do was open my eyes to a vein of misogyny I'd been aware of in literary and popular culture, without ever realising how deep and dangerous it was. The casual way crime reporters and cops talked about some of the victims made me think about something I hadn't previously put into words, which was the normalisation of male violence. Evidently some of it didn't count, if it was against the ‘wrong’ sort of woman, and there were lots of those: poor women who sold sex for a living, 'nagging' wives or young women who changed their minds about having sex at the last moment. I mean, you can't really call that rape, can you?

-Joan Smith, Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists

#Joan smith #male violence #mass murder #misogyny #female oppression #name the problem

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OK ok ok ok I'm TRYING to remain calm over the puppy (lol not working)

It can me a prompt idea. I don't know if you're taking on requests still.....

Bradley's childhood dog that Mav had kept over the years passes away a couple of months after the mission and him and Mav making up so B did get some time with him. (Yeah the dog was a very good healthy boy that lived to about 20😅) And then I'm thinking maybe Hangster vibes, Jake buys him this puppy to cheer him up 😭😭🥰🥰

Quick little one while I work on the Slider fic from March (I know, I'm crying about it too, I am in the process of getting some shit sorted and I kept getting writer's block)

Funny story, my childhood dog was a mutt and he actually lived until he was seventeen. He survived being lost in Melbourne, a fight with a bulldog (which he actually won?) and being run over by a tractor. His name was Jack and I miss him sm but now I have Boss who is the biggest shithead ever (see: video of him yowling and then getting zoomies)

Brisket is... potentially the cutest puppy I've ever seen (I'm only saying that because I didn't know my dog until he was 6 months old lmao, I may continue to be biased) and I feel like he matches the shithead energy (affectionate) Glen has deep down... anyway! On to the fic!

CW: the passing of a beloved pet

"Holy shit, Jet's still here?!"

Bradley dumped his duffel bag on the floor and barrelled over to the dog asleep on Maverick's kitchen floor, gently kneeling and extending his hand first just in case the dog didn't recognise him. Instead of getting a growl or maybe even a head lift, the dog lazily thumped his tail and stretched out.

"Jet is nearly sixteen, his hearing is pretty much gone and before I left he walked into my leg."

Maverick's own luggage hit the floor and he made his way over, pressing a kiss to Rooster's hair and then heading for the kitchen. Jet's ears pricked up and he was gone in seconds, trotting off to follow Maverick in hopes of some kitchen scraps. Rooster trailed after him, taking a seat at the island and accepting the cheese sandwich passed to him. He pretended not to see the spare piece "dropped" to the floor where Jet was sitting at his godfather's feet.

"I didn't think he was still alive," Bradley murmured between bites of sandwich. Maverick hummed, reaching down to give the older dog a pat.

"Well, I'd say he knew you'd come home when you were ready, and he wanted to see that."

Maverick then glanced up at Rooster, and rounded the corner to hug him.

"Glad you're home, kid," he murmured.

"Thanks for letting me back in, Mav."

As per usual, Jake was wearing his usual shit-eating grin when Bradley got home, sitting on their couch with a book, the football on in the background and a beer in his lap. Peak Seresin behaviour.

"Hey, baby. How was Mav?"

"Uh, good, my dog from right before I left is still alive."

"Jet?"

Jake tossed the book to the coffee table, carefully putting his beer down to extend his arms to his boyfriend. They kissed and then Bradley flopped down beside him, taking the beer for himself.

"Yeah, did I ever tell you the story of Jet?"

"Getting childhood stories from you is like pulling teeth, Roos," Jake replied. That got him a glare, followed by an eye roll and then Bradley leaned into his side.

"So, my mom, she died when I was fifteen, right? And I wasn't coping all that hot. Mav was getting called away on deployments because he can't follow the rules and I think he worried that me staying with Ice all the time was displacing... so one night he comes home after work with this puppy. It pissed everywhere and I'm pretty sure he chewed at least three pairs of Mav's boots, but Jet was what I needed when talking to people or even thinking of going to a therapist would be enough to send me into a panic attack."

"I didn't know you were that anxious," Jake murmured, reaching over to push his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I'm not; it was the grief and I was constantly moving between Mav's, Ice's, even Penny's, once, when Mav and Ice were in the shit together."

"I can't even imagine- wait... the Ice? As in Iceman?"

"Yes, Jake. Keep up, babe."

Sitting in Maverick's kitchen, there was silence. Jake, Bradley and Maverick were all in various positions, but Jake had a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and Maverick was waiting for what he was thinking was going to be another fight.

"Was it quick?" Bradley asked quietly. Maverick nodded, eyes on the floor. Despite knowing he wasn't in trouble, the worst feeling in the world was Bradley being upset with him and Bradley was giving off those vibes.

"He went in his sleep, the vet said. It was age, he wasn't in pain."

"I need him," Bradley murmured. Jake rubbed between his shoulders, sighing as he turned to Maverick.

"Have you already buried him?"

"I was waiting for you two to get here."

Jet was gone. After sixteen years, he was gone. Bradley was staring at the island counter, brows furrowed, and he finally glanced up at Mav.

"Let's just do it now, what's another one to bury?"

"Roo-"

"-Bradley-"

He held up a hand, effectively stopping his boyfriend and godfather.

"No, let's just do it."

It had been a couple of months, and whilst he'd given Bradley some time to grieve, Jake was getting the itch to get him a little surprise... no, not the sexy surprise, hEY- get your head out of the gutter! Before Bradley found out Jet was still alive they'd been talking about getting a pet once they'd moved in together properly. Jake had been more or less living at Bradley's for almost a year, so when his lease came up for renewal he didn't hesitate to cancel it at Bradley's insistence that he move in for real. Jake was surprised at how much Jet's passing had affected his boyfriend, but he understood the underhanded grieving of his mother all over again that was associated with the pet. He didn't want to overstep, but- well. It just so happened a local shelter was having an adoption drive over the weekend while Bradley went to an event with Maverick for TOPGUN. Perfect timing, if you ask him.

"B, you home?"

"Here."

Bradley waved from the desk in the living area, huffing at the computer in front of him. He was working through some documents by the look on his face, and Jake cleared his throat as he knelt on the ground to put the item in his arms down.

"I, uh, went to the store."

"What, did you forget cheese again? You know how I feel about cheese."

"Yeah, I also know how your stomach feels about cheese. Admit you're lactose intolerant already."

Bradley closed the laptop and wheeled around before Jake was even slightly ready and immediately his eyebrows shot up.

"The store, huh?"

"I never said which store," Jake grinned. He glanced up at Bradley, sending him a cautious smile.

"This little guy doesn't have a name, and he's not to replace Jet, but I felt like the house had been a little too quiet lately- oof! Oh, okay, this is nice. Hey, can you hug the puppy too? I think he'd like that."

Bradley pulled away from Jake's shoulder to give him a kiss, and then knelt by the tiny puppy yapping at their feet.

"Hey, hey, shhhhhh..."

The dog darted around his feet before Bradley carefully caught him and lifted him to his chest, grimacing at the wet licks on his neck.

"The first time Mav ever picked up Jet, the dog pissed all down his shirt," he murmured, laughing to himself. Jake snorted, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Do you want to give him a name?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you named Jet after your love for the air, so..."

Jake beamed.

"Oh, I think I know the perfect name."

"Oh my god, look at you! Hi Roo- gimme the puppy, holy shit!"

Phoenix darted around Rooster's offer of a hug when he opened the door, taking the puppy from his arms and giving kisses to his nose. The puppy yapped and his tail was wagging a million miles an hour at the excitement.

"B! Is that the dog again?"

Jake came down the stairs, rounding the corner to look for the puppy.

"Hey, Tooster! C'mere, dude!"

The puppy barker from Phoenix's arms. She couldn't help the way she gaped between her best friend and Hangman, before she smirked.

"Jake, you didn't."

"I did, but I'd like some clarification on what exactly I did."

"Rooster and Tooster?"

"He goes by Toaster a majority of the time, he burns energy and farts all the damn time so the house is full of hot air."

Phoenix stifled a snort, and then buried her face into the puppy's fur to stop laughing. Jake and Bradley exchanged a look, and then Bradley smacked his ass on his way to the kitchen.

"He loves cheese, and naps, and doing zoomies around Jake's feet in the kitchen."

"Ha, Roos, he's you."

"I'm not allowed to discuss the resemblance, I get sex-iled," Jake grumbled.

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incendio22 · 1 year

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 23: Pieces Fall Into Place

February passes quickly and I can feel Ominis' plan catching my thoughts more often than I'd like. He hasn't given us any information on how it's going, what he got back after sending the first letter or what he plans on doing against his family. I am getting pressed as I know the other Keepers need more information too. I'm unsure how they are going to help him, but they once implied that they still have very strong connections in the 'living world' despite them being dead for long.

Ominis had spent more time with Imelda lately and he seemed to follow her everywhere. After all, Imelda was rather busy with quidditch most of the time so during most of our practice sessions Ominis was sitting on the bleacher. I found it incredibly sweet that he would be there even though he couldn't see what was going on.

It's getting warmer and brighter outside by the day and this is the first time in a long time when the sun hasn't fully set before our quidditch practice ends. The team spirit is good and we have practised longer and harder after Christmas. I had given the team a speech on how talent means nothing without practise, which inspired our team to practise harder and to win the cup. Imelda was relieved since she had tried to accomplish exactly that since the quidditch season started but no one seemed too interested. After tonight's practice I walk back to the castle with Imelda and Ominis. I notice that they are holding hands, but I say nothing about it.

''Do you and Sebastian wanna follow us to Hogsmeade for a butterbeer or two?'' Imelda asks sincerely. She has been much nicer ever since Valentine's day and seems in general way calmer.

''Tonight?'' I ask.

''Mhm,'' Imelda hums in a happy tone. ''We are just dropping off my quidditch things, then we leave. It would be so much fun if the two of you came along.''

I tell Imelda and Ominis to give me some time to find Sebastian. After all, it's rather difficult finding someone whose whereabouts are unknown. But I start searching the Common Room, then head to the library where I see him sitting between some bookshelves. His face is buried in a massive book and he doesn't even notice when I walk up closer to him.

''Do you have plans for tonight?'' I interrupt him.

''Well hello there,'' he looks up from his book with a smile. ''I do, but I'd cancel any of my plans to spend time with you.''

''Imelda and Ominis invited us to come with them for some butterbeer,'' I explain.

''Well, I have barely seen Ominis lately. So this might as well be my last chance to spend some time with the two of you. Of course we're joining them,'' he smirks and starts putting the book away. ''Has he spoken to you about his plan?''

''Nothing at all,'' I tell him and we exchange a disappointed look. ''Did he tell you what his family wrote back?''

''They were glad to hear that he helped you with such an important matter. And that they were thrilled to see him finally understanding the importance of dark magic,'' Sebastian says in a very low voice. ''I'm concerned for him.''

''Wow,'' I struggle to let the word even slip out of my mouth. There are no words to describe how terribly sorry I am for Ominis.

Sebastian gives me an understanding nod, as if he knows what I'm thinking and he agrees. We meet Imelda and Ominis outside of the Slytherin common room and start walking to Hogsmeade together. Ominis looks at peace next to her. Lately he has seemed awfully stressed and disorientated, but next to her he looks as if it doesn't matter if the world is ending tomorrow because he has her. I wonder if me or Sebastian look like that next to each other. Or what people think when they see us.

The walk is comforting and I'm starting to know the route to Hogsmeade like the back of my hand. Imelda keeps talking about quidditch, which only seems of any interest to me. There is some sort of tension between me, Sebastian and Ominis. We all know that it's almost time to make sure the prophecy doesn't come true, but Imelda is luckily unaware.

We go to Three Broomsticks, have a butterbeer each and sit down together. I never took Imelda for a romantic, but I assume I was wrong. She hasn't let go of Ominis' hand ever since we left the castle.

''Did you know,'' Imelda starts talking. She has a bit of foam on her upper lip. ''Ominis asked me to be his girlfriend before.''

She looks thrilled and I smile at them both. Ominis' cheeks flush red and I don't blame him, I understand his feelings very well. Of course I wouldn't know about the feeling of being asked to be someone's girlfriend, but I know the feeling you get around the person you love. And anything they do can make you blush like a fool. I have never seen him blush before.

''That's amazing,'' Sebastian says as he gives Ominis a pat on his arm.

''It really is!'' I agree with him. I raise a toast. ''To the happy couple!''

They toast with me and we enjoy our butterbeer together. Eventually, Imelda stands up and announces that she needs to return to the castle. She insists that she must sleep, since it is one of the keys to becoming a good sportsman.

''You should get some sleep too, Y/n,'' she says but I immediately shake my head.

''Sleep is important, but I can get that when I'm older,'' I say as if I'm daring her to stay.

She does not stay and heads out. She gives Ominis a kiss and tells us goodbye. Ominis is, once again, all blushed.

''Did that witch put you under a spell?'' it's Sebastian's voice. He's grinning. ''I have never seen you like this.''

''Well, that's probably because you have never seen me in love before,'' Ominis says promptly. ''It's just that she has been a real help in getting my mind away from, well, everything. And I really care about her.''

I nod understandingly because I perfectly understand how much another human being can distract you from your own mind. But I must change the subject to something more important.

''Ominis,'' I say. ''You must tell us what's going on. With your family, what it is you're planning.''

His smile fades away and he sighs.

''Very well,'' he's hesitating as he starts speaking. ''My family was happy that I was finally able to understand my true call and told me that this was a good start. We have written some more and they agreed to let me come and see them in April, like we discussed before, and well. As for my plan...''

He stops talking and I see that he's struggling to put his words together.

''It's alright,'' I tell Ominis and put my arm on his arm. Sebastian's eyes are burning my hand.

''I hate myself for doing this,'' Ominis then says in a low voice that's barely audible. ''Please, let me spare you the details.''

''Very well,'' Sebastian tells him. ''Just give us as much as possible, and you don't have to actually tell the plan in every small detail.''

''I'm going there and I need to do something that will make sure that this world will never have another Gaunt walking this planet,'' Ominis says and he looks as if he wants to beat himself up after every word that comes out of his mouth. ''I can't tell you what it is I'm doing because if I do, I won't be able to live with myself. No one can know.''

This worries me even more than before. What is he planning? Ominis is smart, but I also know that he will do anything to make sure this prophecy doesn't come true. He suffered so much because of his family, and knowing that the entire wizarding world will suffer because of the exact same family must be truly disturbing. If I were him, I'd be willing to do anything so no one else would suffer from those awful people.

''I need some time alone,'' he says, barely looking at us. ''I will let you know before I leave, but I will not give you any details on where I'm going. I can't risk the two of you interfering with the plan. You'd end up dead.''

Ominis stands up, walks away and tells us goodbye. Sebastian looks worried, as do I. He presses his fingers against his temples while making worried facial expressions.

''He's gonna get himself killed,'' Sebastian says quietly. ''He's literally going to walk himself into a death trap.''

I grab his hand, firmly squeezing it. I'm so afraid of what is to come.

''We need to tell the Keepers,'' I tell him. ''They might be able to help.''

''As if they're going to help,'' Sebastian sighs and gives me an exhausted look.

''I think they actually can be of some help,'' I insist.

Sebastian agrees to tell the Keepers and we head back to the castle. Our walk back to the castle is not a pleasant one. We barely speak, terrified of Ominis' fate and exhausted from having knowledge of the prophecy for so long. I insist that Sebastian follows me to the Map Chamber. He hesitates, asking if they are going to allow it, but I explain that they know that he knows. And that they are kind, as long as you have good intentions. They did, after all, seem to love Professor Fig.

We enter the Map Chamber and I can't help but notice how surprised Sebastian looks.

''This has been under our feet all this time?'' he asks.

''Yeah. Quite fascinating, isn't it?'' I ask and he nods back, still investigating the room.

I go and stand in front of the portraits. Eventually, the Keepers appear in their portraits. They look concerned, except for San Bakar who looks just as furious as the last time he saw me.

''I have more information about our friend's plan,'' I begin. They are silent as they burn their eyes onto me. ''Our friend is going to see his family, the Gaunt family, in the middle of April. He didn't tell us what he was going to do, but he said that he would make sure that no other Gaunt's could ever walk this planet.''

They give each other a concerned look and suddenly they disappear from their portraits.

''Where'd they go?'' Sebastian asks.

''I'm not sure,'' I reply. ''Hopefully they will be back soon.''

They reappear in their portraits, still looking concerned.

''We will help your friend,'' Percival Rackham says. ''But we can only protect him to a certain point. Like we have said before, we have connections in the real world. But we can only do so much.''

''There must be something you can do!'' Sebastian argues. The portraits look confused.

''You brought a friend?'' Niamh asks.

''He found the prophecy with me,'' I explain. ''And he knows everything. But he has sworn to keep it secret. You can trust him.''

San Bhakar looks upset while the others are looking worried.

''We will do as much as we can. But like I said, we can only do so much,'' Percival says before leaving his portrait.

The others leave shortly after, leaving me and Sebastian alone in the Map Chamber.

''I forgot to tell you, but today is my birthday,'' I tell him. ''I just forgot about it with all of this going on.''

He nods understandingly.

''Happy birthday, love,'' he says in a soft voice.

It wasn't a good time, but for some reason I still wanted him to know. He wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead. When I think about it, I don't even know when his birthday is.

''When is your birthday?'' I ask him.

''January 1st,'' he replies.

''Why didn't you tell me?'' I ask. ''I spent that day with you completely unaware!''

''I guess the same reason that you didn't tell me until now. I forgot,'' he looks down as he says it. ''I'm not in the mood for celebrations, but when all of this is over I will make sure all your upcoming birthdays are better than this one.''

I laugh slightly. Not because the situation is funny, but because he's so sweet. I find it remarkable that no matter how awful of a situation we find ourselves in, he always manages to make me feel better.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #slytherin #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #fanfic #ominis gaunt #for the hope of it all

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lem-20 · 2 years

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Caught

Summary: Ethan and Cecilia slip off to the supply closet for some special alone time...

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/Ethan Ramsey x f!mc (Cecilia Gibson)

Category/Rating: Fluffy smut/Explicit 🔞

Word Count: 2.6k

Prompts: @choicesficwriterscreations Naughty & Nice event: Naughty - Public Venue @choicesmonthlychallenge Picktober event: Kinktober - Against a wall

A/N: This fic is finally finished more than a year after I started writing it! Originally inspired by an anon reply to a fic wish game (thanks anon 😘), this sat 50% complete for a very long time. I've loved getting back into it and I hope you enjoy the filth 🙊 (obviously it's sandwiched between fluff because I can never resist.)

Cecilia stands outside Ethan's office watching him through the window. He has the phone pressed to his ear, his eyes closed as he rubs his forehead. Whatever the subject of the conversation is it looks stressful and she can't help but feel sad for him.

This isn't what he really wants—being chief—not that he would admit it, not even to her. But she knows him well enough by now to know that he misses the daily interaction with patients and the problem solving that came with the job as head of diagnostics.

The way his face lights up as she talks about her day and the cases she's been working on show her that he'd much rather be back in that role.

The chief job brought lots of stress and worries with it, which were beginning to show in the increasing dark circles under his eyes and the deepening of the creases on his forehead.

He tells her that he's glad to be chief and to have more control over big decisions, but she's certain he's trying to convince himself more than he is her.

She wishes she could do more to help him avoid the stress, but the stubbornness of that man makes it difficult, so instead she resorts to trying to take his mind off of it whenever she can and today she has a proposition she's sure will help him get through the rest of the day.

Ethan looks up and spots her, the traces of a smile creep over his handsome features as he beckons for her to come in.

He's putting the phone down as she enters and she walks towards him.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asks, his smile growing bigger and some of the signs of stress dissipating.

She leans down placing a gentle kiss on his lips before perching herself on the edge of his desk.

"I just wanted to see you and to cheer you up a little."

"Do I look like I need cheering up?" he asks, brows raised.

"Yes," she teases.

"Well good job you're very good at it then," he replies taking her hand in his and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"I did actually have another reason for my visit today. I have a question for you."

"You do?"

She nods. "Do you know what today is?"

His brow furrows as he thinks, then he shakes his head.

"It's an anniversary of sorts," she smiles. "If I said it involved me pressed against the window of your apartment, would that ring any bells?"

He gives a little smirk "I'm afraid you'd have to be a bit more specific."

"You make a good point," she giggles. "Okay then, how about if I said it's been three years?"

His face breaks into a smile, confident that he now knows the answer. "Three years since we first slept together."

"Bingo," she replies.

"You remember the date?" He asks, placing his hand on her knee and giving a gentle squeeze.

"Of course. I know it wasn't the perfect first time, but getting to finally have you after all those months of waiting..." she leans forward and brushes her hand slowly down his cheek, "that's something I'll never forget."

"It was a pretty incredible night." He puts his hand on the side of her face and kisses her.

"It was, it was amazing. I was thinking that tonight, maybe we could..." she places her hand on his chest and slips a couple of fingers between his buttons, "...recreate it?

He let's out a moan, slumping back in his chair.

"I'd love nothing more, but I have to stay late tonight."

"Anything I could help with?" she asks plopping herself onto his lap.

"No. It's just boring chief stuff and to be honest knowing the things we'd be doing if we weren't here would make it far too difficult for me to be around you."

"That's a real shame," she responds dragging her hand up his thigh until she reaches his groin, causing him to let out a little gasp. "Maybe tomorrow then?"

She moves her hand between his legs, cupping him through his pants and giving a gentle squeeze.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" he asks.

She leans in, pressing her lips to his ear. "Always."

"Well it's not fair if I can't do anything about it." His fingers glide up the inside of her leg and under her skirt, skimming across the material of her underwear before he retracts them.

Her mouth falls open as she's left with an instant ache between her legs.

"See what I mean," he smiles.

Shit, she didn't think that one through and now she's certain she won't be able to wait until tomorrow to have him.

"Well if you're not busy now you could help me get some stuff from the fourth floor supply closet?"

Her raises his eyebrows at her.

"But of course if you're busy I'll just..." she puts her hand on her own thigh, fiddling with the hem of her skirt "...do it myself."

He sucks in a shuddery breath then turns away, clearing his throat trying hard to keep his composure, but she knows his attempt is futile. He's fallen for her hook line and sinker, in more ways than one, but right now she knows he's going to need to do something about the growing bulge in his pants—the one that's pressing against her leg.

He lets out a sigh. "You will never cease to be a bad influence on me."

"A bad influence? Yet it takes so little to convince you," she giggles.

But he doesnt even smile in response, he just looks at her with an intensity she can almost feel cutting into her.

"I'll meet you there in five minutes."

There's nothing she can do to prevent the huge smile that's spreading across her face as a rush of excitement courses through her. She jumps up from his lap and heads for the door.

She leaves the office, rushing through the corridors as she makes her way to their agreed meeting point, keeping her head down, hoping that no one stops her and praying she doesn't get a page.

She enters the supply closet, closing the door behind her. Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits eagerly for Ethan to join her.

She looks at her watch, she's got a meeting in the diagnostics office in 20 minutes and being late is not something she's known for, so to hurry things along she drops her underwear to her ankles before hooking them over the edge of a shelf. Not only will it save time, but she's certain Ethan will appreciate the surprise.

It's not long until Ethan joins her and his pace is as eager as hers. Without uttering a word he pulls her into his arms and their lips crash together.

There isn't time, or the need to remove all of their clothes so her hands head straight for the button of his pants. She undoes them quickly and lets them drop, forming a puddle around his ankles. She follows with his underwear, allowing his long hard length to bounce free.

Her hand wraps around him, pumping him once, twice and he lets out a moan.

He reaches for the hem of her skirt as she continues to work him and hitches it up high around her waist. His eyes remain locked on hers as his hand touches between her legs, eyebrows raising when he finds that her underwear has already been removed.

"I wanted to save some time," she states.

He gives a small smirk before his lips are back on hers. His fingers slide between her legs collecting the wet that has already gathered there and spreads it around her entrance and gently over her clit.

Now it's her time to let out a moan.

Her breaths are already getting fast and heavy as his fingers trace over her in precise circles, but then he stops abruptly and she almost lets out a whimper at the loss of the stimulation. She doesn't have time to complain though as he's quick to drop to his knees, replacing his fingers with his skilled tongue.

He can never resist having a taste of her, even in their most rushed sessions and she's certainly not complaining. She couldn't possibly when it feels so fucking good, especially when he slides in a long finger, then another.

She has to lean against the wall as she stands there, eyes closed, one leg hooked over his shoulder, her hips rocking as she fucks his face and his fingers simultaneously.

The combination of his hot tongue lapping at her and his plunging fingers are pure ecstasy. He's so good at it that it only takes a couple of minutes before she's pulsing against his mouth, her moans perhaps a little louder than they should be considering their location.

He continues to lick and suck as he sees her through to the end of her orgasm, her fingers gripping onto his hair as she presses herself hard against his mouth one last time.

Her body is still trembling as Ethan stands and hoists her into his arms. She wraps her legs tightly around him as he presses her back against the wall and she helps to guide him in.

Every throbbing inch of him slides in with ease thanks to how wet she now is and they both moan in unison as they relish in the intimate connection. After a moment of savouring the feeling their movements begin.

It's a position mainly reserved for their quickies but it's one of her favourites, allowing him to reach deep inside her as she bounces up and down furiously on his long thick cock.

"Harder," she pants and he places a hand on the wall allowing him more leverage to increase the force of his thrusts.

Her nails dig into his back as her grip tightens. "Oh my God Ethan."

She can feel the pleasure building as she gets close to her second orgasm, especially when Ethan moves a hand between her legs and starts to rub at her swollen clit.

But then they hear a creak and both instinctively turn their heads towards the source.

In the doorway stands someone familiar to her, one of the interns—Dr. Stevens—his mouth open wide in shock.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry," he mumbles as he hastily reverses back out of the room, closing the door as he goes.

Cecilia turns back to Ethan, immediately breaking into a fit of awkward laughter, "Oh my God, I can't believe that just happened."

"Damn interns," Ethan groans.

"I think you'll find we're the ones misusing the room Ethan," Cecilia states with an amused smile. "It sure is a mood killer though." She shifts to detach from him, but his grip on her thighs remains.

"I wouldn't say it had killed it," and he gives a gentle thrust to show her that he is still very much up for continuing.

She raises her eyebrows at him with a giggle, "and again I question you calling me the bad influence?"

He smiles back at her. "We can stop if you'd prefer?" he says, then follows by placing a trail of warm kisses from her collar bone up to behind her ear.

The shivers they send down her spine are enough to push the embarrassment right to the back of her mind.

"No, I want to finish. I was so close," she whispers, her head dizzy with her need for him.

"So was I," he replies as he resumes his gentle thrusting. "I want to come in you Cecilia."

His words are so hot and she's certain he knows the effect they'd have on her. Her mind is completely clouded by her intense desire to continue and nothing will stop her, not even worries of Dr. Stevens broadcasting his discovery or someone else walking in on them. Nothing else exists or matters in this moment.

She starts to roll her hips and clenches tightly around him, wanting to feel every inch of his rock hard cock rubbing her on the inside—in all the right places. He feels amazing.

Their eagerness to finish soon has them increasing their speed and Ethan thrusts into her over and over again as she feels that build up returning.

"Ethan..."

"I've got you Cecilia," he pants and she comes hard, moaning into his ear.

The sounds of her pleasure allows him to get his wish only moments later and he lets out a heavy breath as he fills her.

She tastes herself on him as their lips come together in a desperate kiss, during which he lowers her legs to the floor allowing him to place his hands on either side of her face.

"I think it's safe to say that you succeeded in cheering me up," he states after their lips part. "Thank you."

She smiles broadly at him. "I should be thanking you for the two amazing orgasms you just gave me."

"Glad I could be of service," he smirks.

They both redress their bottom halves, then Cecilia looks towards the door. "I suppose we'd better go back out there now. Do you think it's safe to leave at the same time?"

Ethan nods. "If anyone says anything I'll tell them I was helping you to get something you really needed."

"Well it's not a lie," she chuckles, "but I'm not holding anything."

He shrugs. "I couldn't find it."

"Oh, but you did. You always do."

He bites back a smile and gives her quick kiss before opening the door.

They step out into the corridor and find Dr. Stevens leaning against the wall. He turns a deep shade of red as he spots them.

Ethan glares at him. "You waited?"

"I'm sorry chief, I really need to get those supplies."

Cecilia struggles to hold back a laugh as she practically feels the annoyance radiating off of Ethan.

"I did stop someone else walking in though."

"What did you say?" Ethan snaps.

"Dont worry I didn't tell them. I said someone was crying in there."

Ethan's eyes scan the corridor, making sure that no one is within earshot. "Mention this to no one."

"Of course chief, I wouldn't dare."

"Well go on then," Ethan barks gesturing towards the supply closet door.

Dr. Stevens instantly rushes in, shutting the door behind him.

"Do you get some sort of sick thrill out of intimidating people?" Cecilia teases.

"I wouldn't call it a thrill, but it definitely comes in handy in situations such as this. The last thing I want is for us to become the subject of the interns salacious gossip."

"You're pretty naive if you think he won't say anything. I bet half the hospital will have heard by the end of the day."

"Well maybe I should go in there and have another word with him." He steps towards the door.

Cecilia grabs his arm. "Just leave it Ethan. People gossip about us all the time."

"No they don't. I never hear anyone talking about us," he responds.

"That's because they make sure it doesn't get back to you."

"It sounds like they need to get some new hobbies then," he retorts.

"Well we hardly help the situation do we?" she grins. "All the things we get up to."

"Maybe we should stop doing it then," he suggests, but the softening of his expression tells her he doesn't mean it.

"You couldn't even if you wanted to," she smiles.

"True. I can never resist you." He takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze. "Are we still on for tomorrow night?" he asks.

"Of course," she replies. "This was just the warm up act."

*****

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