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New in Town - Ch. 9: Second New Year

Ringing in the New Year after you and Joel's first year together. The last chapter of New in Town, found in its entirety on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 6.3k

AO3 | First Chapter | Previous Chapter

“Sarah, if you don’t stop fucking with that it’s never going to stay,” you said, glaring at her in the mirror as you drew on eyeliner.

“It’s driving me insane,” she groaned, leaning so close to the hotel bathroom mirror that she was fogging it with her breath, adjusting the false eyelashes for what had to be the millionth time.

“Yeah, because you keep fucking with them,” you said. “You have to give yourself time to adjust to them. Or just take them off because I’m not spending half the night fixing them for you, drawing the line in the sand now.”

“You are absolutely no fun,” she said but she smiled all the same. “It’s New Year’s Eve, I want to look extra good. Plus Nick thinks the long lashes are hot and I am ready for hotel room sex.”

“I didn’t hear that,” Maria called from the bedroom where she was putting on her dress.

“Hotel room sex, hotel room sex, hotel room sex!” Sarah called back.

You laughed, picking up your mascara.

“I don’t think it works like Beetlejuice where you say it enough times it just shows up.”

Sarah laughed back.

“Fuck I hope not,” she said. “Really don’t want to manifest hotel room sex in front of my aunt and my mom.”

She said the last word with a drawn out teasing edge and you had to pull the mascara wand away from your face so you didn’t end up with makeup in your eye from laughing so hard.

“Swear to God if you don’t stop calling me that I will marry your dad just to spite you,” you said once you calmed down again.

“You’re basically already married anyway,” Sarah said. “For the record, I would be fine with it.”

You paused for a second, putting more mascara on the wand and looking at her in the mirror.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled at you in her reflection. “But don’t expect Mother’s Day gifts from me if it ever happens.”

You snorted, returning to your makeup.

“Better get a bouquet, box of chocolates, the whole nine for holding your hair when you get drunk.”

You couldn’t believe it was already New Year’s Eve again. The last year had gone by so fast it didn’t seem like it could have contained quite as much as it did. But you’d spent almost the entire time so blissfully happy that it made sense that the time felt so damn short.

Things with Joel had been going so well before Sarah found out that it was hard to believe it could really get better, but it did. Not feeling like you were hiding from the most important person in both your lives was like losing a weight you didn’t even know you were carrying. Neither of you were dancing around talking about how you were spending your time now, not being careful about what pictures you sent her and not having to just pretend like a huge part of your life didn’t exist when talking with her.

When she went back to Seattle after Thanksgiving, the three of you started having weekly FaceTime calls, you and Joel sometimes on your couch or at his kitchen table or even in a hotel room in New Orleans once when you decided to get away for your first trip together as a couple.

That Christmas had been the best you’d ever had. Not that there was much competition but Joel and Sarah both had completely brought you into all their holiday traditions. The driving around to look at Christmas lights with a thermos of hot cocoa, the annual trip to Mi Tierra in San Antonio so you could properly appreciate the Christmas lights that apparently were up year round. When Sarah came back to town a few days before Christmas, she dragged you and Joel to the mall and made the three of you take a picture with Santa. You got some funny looks in line - three full blown adults with nary a kid in sight - but Sarah whispered something to woman getting ready to take the picture and she smiled and nodded, helping the three of you get arranged for the photo. You sat lightly on one of Santa’s knees, Sarah on the other, Joel leaning against the side of the large chair. Joel insisted on getting the actual printed photo and, when you picked it up, they also handed you a candy cane and a small Santa figurine. You frowned at it for a second.

“First Santa visits should be commemorated,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

You looked at Sarah for a second, worried you might cry and she smiled.

“You have a Christmas decoration now,” she said. “But if you really don’t want it at your place, we can add it to the Christmas village at Dad’s!”

You just hugged her and she laughed, hugging you back.

That Christmas, the figurine and the picture sat on the book shelf in your living room, right where you could see them from your couch. The perfect image of the kind of life you’d always wanted to have, one that was filled with people who loved you.

This year, the figurine and picture were at Joel’s because you were, too.

Your lease was up in the fall and, by that point, the two of you were having a hard time remembering the last time you’d slept apart. You were wondering how to broach the subject with Joel - did you just ask if you could move into his house? Was not quite a year of knowing each other too soon? Did you just find a new apartment and never mention it? - when he brought it up one night over dinner.

“Your lease is comin’ up soon, right?” He asked and you froze for a second, a bite of enchilada on your fork half way to your mouth.

“Yeah,” you said when you remembered how to move and respond again. “Six weeks I think? They want me to decide whether or not I’m staying within the next two…”

“Have you thought about if you might want to move in with me?” He asked, his jaw tense but his eyes soft. “Only if… you know… you thought you were ready for that. Just figure I’m at yours or you’re at mine most nights anyway and…”

“Joel,” you smiled, setting your fork down and leaning on the table with your arms crossed in front of you. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Only if you wanted,” he said quickly. “Not tryin’ to… I dunno… put pressure on you or something. Never tried to do this before so…”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. More at yourself than at Joel. Because of course he was thinking what you were thinking. Of course you were in the same place on this. Of course you were both nervous about bringing it up to each other.

“I’d love to move in with you,” you said once you were sure you had yourself together. “As long as you’re offering because that’s what you really want and not because you think you should.”

“Oh I want it,” he was smiling now and leaning toward you across the table. “Was considering just taking stuff from your place and moving it to mine, get you in the door before you even knew it was happening.”

“That what happened to my sexy underwear?” You teased.

“Nah,” he waved you off. “I stole those to jerk off with when you’re not there because you don’t live with me yet. Can have ‘em back when we unpack the moving truck.”

You moved in a few weeks later. Joel cleared out most of his closet, his jeans and button downs taking up only a small corner of it to begin with, and built you shelving for your purses and shoes. He made space for your things throughout his home, for your favorite pots and pans in the kitchen, for your decorations in the living room. Setting aside the bits and pieces of his life to make sure it could hold yours, too. If he’d asked you to marry him in that moment, you’d have said yes in a heartbeat.

“Oh shit,” you sighed, rifling through your makeup bag. “I think I left my fucking lipstick in my room…”

You went to get your room key from your clutch but Sarah plopped a tube of lipstick in front of you first.

“Use mine,” she said. “I’m almost ready and I don’t want to waste time with you up down three floors and all the way over to your room before we go to the party. I want cocktails, I want music and I want to flirt with my hot boyfriend while I wear a slutty dress.”

“Maria is still getting dressed, I’ve got five minutes…”

“No you don’t!” She called from the bedroom before coming to the bathroom door and turning around. “Zip me?”

You laughed and obeyed, Maria adjusting the dress a bit before turning back around.

“Hey sexy mama!” You whooped at her. “That looks like it was made for you.”

“Right?” She flung her long braids over her shoulder before admiring herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. “My pregnancy boobs have shown up but the bump is still in hiding. It’s the perfect dress moment, had to take advantage of it.”

“Hear that little one?” Sarah said, looking toward Maria’s lower stomach. “You’re making your mom look hot!”

“Hotter,” you corrected. “They’re making their mom look hotter.”

You settled for Sarah’s lipstick and the three of you headed for the elevator to go meet up with the guys.

Your first New Year’s Eve with Joel had been far more low key. Sarah was in town and Joel invited Tommy and Maria over to watch the ball drop. You’d ordered pizza and gotten drunk and played charades with your boyfriend’s family and, at midnight, kissed Joel so deeply that you could taste the champagne on his tongue.

This year, you had plenty to celebrate. It was Maria and Tommy’s last one before they became parents - you highly doubted they’d be up until midnight next year. Sarah had gotten promoted and you’d gotten her a job at the Austin branch in August. She had moved back to town just a few months before you moved in with Joel and the three of you had found a comfortable - if unusual - dynamic as a family. And it felt like you had finally found everything you’d ever truly wanted.

Instead of staying home this New Year’s Eve, you all decided to go to a party at one of the nice hotels in Houston. You’d all gotten hotel rooms so no one had to drive and the boys had all gone on ahead to the rooftop bar to hold a table while the three of you got ready to go.

“Crap, one sec,” Sarah said, frowning at her phone as the three of you went for the elevator. “Left something in the room, wait for me, OK? I don’t want to try to find them on my own!”

You and Maria watched her run back to her room - where the three of you had been getting ready - and you frowned as she tottered on her high heels.

“Is she acting weird?” You asked as Maria leaned against the wall.

“Sarah?” Maria laughed. “She’s always weird.”

She came back a few minutes later, tugging her dress down as she went and a little breathless when she got there.

“OK,” she smiled and took a deep breath. “Now we’re good!”

You were almost giddy as you rode the elevator up to the party, feeling the thud of music through the elevator doors before they opened.

It was hard to say why you were just so excited. It wasn’t like you’d never been to a party before - you and Sarah had rung in the New Year at a party a lot like this one that your office had handled the advertising for in Seattle one year - but it felt like something new. Like you were stepping into the first year of your life where everything had finally fallen into place.

“Hey!” Tommy yelled, standing and waving his arm over his head as he saw the three of you leave the elevator. You could barely hear him over the thud of the bass. “Over here!”

“How many beers do you think he’s had?” Maria asked conspiratorially and you laughed.

“Probably the same number mine has,” you replied, smiling at Joel as he craned his neck to get a better look at you.

“Holy hell woman,” he said, getting out of the round booth as you got to the table. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and dropped his voice low. “Not sure I’m gonna take that dress off you later, might need to leave it on.”

You smiled as he gave you a squeeze and you sat down, Joel sliding in beside you, one hand of his going below the table to the inside of your thigh.

One thing that hadn’t changed in the last year was just how insatiable the two of you were for each other. You kept waiting for it to calm down a bit, to stop looking at him and immediately start thinking of how to get him alone and naked as quickly as possible. But Joel was still the single sexiest man you’d ever seen and was still far and away the best in bed. You couldn’t help but want to fuck him all day every day. You were just thankful he seemed to feel the same way about you.

One of your favorite things about living with Joel was your after work routine. When you managed to make it so you left the office around the same time Joel left his job site, you’d join him in the shower, your hair in a knot on top of your head to keep from getting too soaked, Joel still a little sweaty and dirty from a hard day’s work. Sometimes, you just enjoyed each other. You loved the quiet intimacy of it, of being in such a private space together in just your skin, helping him wash the day from his body before he pulled you against him under the water. Other times, Joel pressed you against the cool tile and fucked into you, hard and fast and eager, making your back arch as your leg wrapped around him, the heat of his mouth and the steam filling you when you kissed him.

The new routines had just given you more reasons and opportunities to fuck, it seemed, instead of sex getting lost in the monotony of daily life. Sometimes it was in the middle of late night TV when you were both getting tired on the couch. Sometimes it was when you were putting away laundry. Sometimes it was when you were making dinner.

It was just that, sometimes, it required… additional boundaries.

Sarah had a key to Joel’s place, of course, but she quickly learned that she needed to announce herself before just coming in the door when she wasn’t expected, her walking in the house without warning when he was deep inside of you while you were draped over the kitchen counter was a little too close for comfort for all three of you.

“I have literally never wanted to know less about your sex life,” she shuddered a few hours later when you were sitting in Joel’s back yard, fully clothed with a beer in your hand.

You laughed.

“Never wanted you to know less about it so that works just fine for me.”

You, Joel and Sarah all had dinner together at least once a week, another routine you’d come to love, and you got Sarah all to yourself most days over lunch, happy for the chance to laugh with your best friend.

You weren’t sure life could get much better.

“Oh sweet!” Sarah said as the waitress came by the table, tray of drinks in hand, passing a cosmopolitan to Sarah. “Who knew this was just what I wanted?”

“Happy to take credit for that,” Nick smiled, kissing her cheek and you smiled at him. He was a relatively new addition to Sarah’s life but he seemed promising. You’d never seen her quite so giddy over a guy before and you were trying not to mention it so you wouldn’t jinx it.

When she finally owned up to being hung up on the man, though, you were going to start teasing her as relentlessly as she’d been teasing you. You were getting double wedding jokes lined up and ready, waiting for the perfect moment to hit her with it.

But it was a holiday. You’d take it easy on her for a little while longer. Assuming she stopped calling you Mom.

Joel had been paying attention too, it seemed, and the server handed you a mojito. Appropriate, since you’d just been lamenting the fact that you didn’t have fresh mint at home just two nights before.

“How often are you really gonna muddle mint for a drink?” Joel asked, barely contained smile on his face.

“At least once in a while!” You laughed. “Come on, we could do a whole herb garden in the yard…”

“You are not gonna keep a garden alive.”

“Yes I will!” You protested. He raised his eyebrows at you, incredulous. “If I have the motivation of cocktails I will.”

“Fine,” he sighed but still smiled, kissing your forehead. “In spring I’ll build you a garden and you can kill as many herbs as you want, Beautiful.”

“Is this supposed to bribe me into you not making me a garden?” You teased, taking a sip of the drink.

“Baby, I will make you whatever makes you smile,” he kissed your exposed shoulder. “But if I’m saving the lives of some poor, innocent plants by ordering you a cocktail…”

You laughed and kissed him, the scratch of his facial hair on your skin comforting and familiar.

The party really picked up not long after you got there and you, Sarah and Maria went to dance while the guys hung back to talk for a bit.

“You don’t think they’re being too hard on him do you?” Sarah asked, watching the table.

“Oh I’m sure they’re being super nice,” you said. “Joel and Tommy have never been protective of you, not once.”

“Oh God,” she groaned but she smiled.

“Wouldn’t worry too much,” you laughed. “It looks like he’s weathering it well.”

“Hold on,” Maria smiled and shook her head. “We can get him some help…”

She started waving to Tommy, who clapped Nick on the shoulder and got out of the booth to join his wife on the dance floor. You looked at Joel, eyebrows raised, until he met your gaze and you saw him sigh and smile before heading your way.

You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing tightly to him and feeling every line of him through your clothes. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer.

“You tryin’ to distract me?” He asked when you pulled away.

“Trying to get you to play nice,” you teased.

“Always play nice,” he said as you turned around in his hold, your ass going back against his hardening length. He lowered his lips to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Except when you ask me not to.”

You resisted the urge to drag him back to your hotel room right that second. Instead, you pressed yourself harder against him, moving your body in time to the pulsing, thrumming rhythm. His hands slid to your hips and you couldn’t help but think of how they felt on your bare skin.

But you managed to keep it together for a few songs, dancing until you were breathless and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You draped yourself around Joel again, pressing your lips to his ear.

“Order me a water and another mojito,” you said, your hand sliding into his pocket, brushing his half hard cock through his jeans, as you grabbed your phone. “And check your texts.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond, just meeting his wide eyes for a moment before slipping into the crowd. You went around to the pool area of the rooftop, far quieter than the bar and the dance floor, the lounge chairs all stacked up next to a storage space that looked like it would provide the perfect cover from the dance floor. You took a selfie with just a glimpse of the thudding party in the background and texted it to him.

“Come find me.”

It didn’t take him long, coming around the corner while glancing back over his shoulder, looking nervous. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into you, your back against the storage room.

“You are up to no good,” he said, pressing you back against the wall, his mouth covering yours, his body warm against the cool night air. “Tryin’ to get us kicked out of the damn hotel?”

His hand went to your breast, anyway.

“We can keep our clothes on,” you panted against him. “Be very well behaved. Like that time in the bathroom.”

“Fuck, Beautiful,” he groaned, putting his thigh between your legs, your skirt covering part of his jeans. He rocked his hips against you, his hands going to your waist, the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. “Wanna make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager?”

“Don’t think we’re making it to midnight any other way,” you were needy, aching as you ground your pussy down on the straining muscle of his leg.

“Still gonna let me fuck you later?” He kissed down your neck, rutting harder against you, your hands on his shoulders, grip tightening.

“You think I’m starting a new year without you inside me as soon as possible you’re insane.”

He laughed a little and nipped at your collarbone before pulling you tighter against his leg, making you moan. You started working yourself harder and faster against him, pulling him tighter to you, your wetness soaking your panties.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked, voice dark. Your motions stuttered but you nodded frantically against him. “Gonna come all over my fucking leg aren’t you? Come from just riding my fucking thigh?”

You were close enough that you’d lost the ability to speak. You just nodded again and he kissed you, hard and messy and deep and you pressed yourself firmly against his leg as you fell apart, the tight coil inside yourself snapping as your clit throbbed against him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He gasped as he pressed his cock hard against you and you felt him throbbing there, spilling into his jeans before slumping against you. His nose brushed yours for a moment and you smiled, kissing him lightly.

“You’re going to kill me,” he laughed a little breathlessly. “More than a year into this and you still want me to fuck you so bad you’re dragging me away from a party?”

“That’s nothing,” you teased. “Wait until we’re really old and we’re finding ways to sneak around the nursing home.”

He laughed and kissed you again.

“Love you so fuckin’ much.”

It was easier to focus on the party after that. Tommy gave Joel a look when you made it back to the table and Joel told him to mind his own business and you laughed and drank your mojito.

By the time midnight rolled around, you’d been pleasantly tipsy for more than an hour, draping yourself over Joel at every opportunity when you weren’t dancing with Sarah and Maria. As the countdown started, the six of you crowded onto the dance floor with everyone else, champagne in hand, Joel’s arm around you as he held you to his side.

“Three, two, one!”

Joel turned you to him and kissed you before you’d even had a chance to yell happy New Year and you sank into him, almost forgetting about the drink in your hand until some of it dribbled down your wrist, making you laugh against his lips.

“Couldn’t let a second of the year go by before I kissed you for the first time,” he said, his lips still close to yours. The knot of heat and wanting that had eased after your antics earlier was back with full force.

“Good,” you said quietly, drinking in the hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s supposed to be a toast, you insatiable weirdos,” Sarah laughed and you laughed back, separating from Joel far enough to raise your glasses and toast with your new found family.

It wasn’t long before all of you made your way to the elevators, piling into one with a handful of strangers, you happy for the excuse to stay pressed tightly against Joel.

“Good luck!” Tommy said, a teasing edge to his voice when the doors dinged open on your floor.

You frowned at him, confused, as the doors closed and you laughed a little as Joel led you back to the room.

“Why do you need luck? Is Tommy under the impression that you have to work to get sex out of me?” You teased. “Because it’s sweet that you’d protect my honor that way but we both know that’s a damn lie.”

“Tommy’s just a dumbass,” Joel replied. “Ignore him, that’s what I do.”

You laughed, the tail end of your buzz waning.

“Thinking we should take full advantage of that jacuzzi tub,” you said as Joel unlocked the hotel room door. “And use it to research the investment of a hot tub in the back yard…”

“You’re insatiable,” he teased, opening the door for you.

You laughed and were so busy looking at him - his thick, dark hair that was flecked with gray; his plush lips; his soft eyes - that it took you a second to realize there were roses and petals all over the room, a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket on the small table.

“Joel?” You looked back at him and he just shrugged, smiling.

You went further into the room and realized that it wasn’t just flowers and wine. There were framed pictures of you and Joel from the last year of your lives together. One of the two of you on Bourbon Street, another from when you decided to actually take those wine tasting classes you’d talked about, one from your second Longhorn’s game. There were at least a dozen, each one making it look so, so obvious that you made each other happy. That you gave each other the lives you wanted.

You picked up the picture by the bedside, the first selfie you’d ever taken together. You were hiking and you’d held your arm out far enough to try to capture some of the view behind you. You were smiling hugely at the camera, hair grimy with sweat, Joel’s arm around your shoulders. But he wasn’t looking at the camera. Instead, he was looking at you. Looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. Looking at you like you made him happier than just about anything else on Earth.

“What…” You trailed off, looking up from the picture to see Joel, on one knee with a box in his hands at the foot of the bed.

You gasped and jumped, your hands covering your mouth on instinct, eyes wide. Your feet moved before you really realized what was happening and it seemed sudden that you were right in front of him.

“Joel,” you breathed, trembling hands slowly leaving your face.

“For a very long time,” he said, his voice assured. “It felt like I’d gotten the only good thing I was going to get out of life. I had Sarah and seemed wrong to ask for more than that so I wasn’t lookin’ for it. Wasn’t lookin’ for you. But then I found you - or you found me, anyway - and I realized just how good life could be as long as I got to live it next to you.

“You are the single best person I’ve ever met. You’re so smart and funny and creative and kind and the most fun I’ve ever had and I can’t imagine anything better than getting to live the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?”

***

Joel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beat this fast. Maybe when Sarah was first born and there were the torturous few seconds of silence before she started crying, not sure how anything about pregnancy or babies worked. Definitely never since.

But the silence between you seemed to drag on for an eternity even though he knew it could have only been a second or two. That didn’t stop his heart from racing.

“Yes,” you nodded, your voice thick, tears in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes, yes yes!”

You damn near tackled him and he laughed, catching you and holding onto you as he lowered the two of you to the ground on a bed of rose petals.

Joel, Tommy and Nick had been in here getting everything set up while Sarah and Maria kept you busy in Sarah’s room. There was a brief moment of panic when Sarah texted that the three of you were headed to the party and Joel had to ask her to buy at least two minutes because they were walking to the elevator themselves.

“I’m so happy for you, man,” Tommy said, clapping Joel on the shoulder as they headed up to the party. “You deserve this, you really fuckin’ do.”

“She ain’t said yes yet,” Joel said, feeling the nerves all sudden and hot under his skin. “Don’t jinx it.”

“She’ll say yes,” Tommy said, sounding so confident. “Don’t ask me WHY but that woman adores you. She’s gonna love it.”

He hoped you did. He hoped you loved the idea at all, that you loved the proposal, that you loved the ring. Sarah had helped pick that part out so he was more confident of that, finding a piece that was elegant without looking dated, something that he hoped you’d like wearing for the rest of your life.

Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted you, wanted to make you happy, for the rest of your life.

He slid the ring onto your finger, the diamond catching the light as he did.

“Are you serious?” You asked, looking from the ring to him.

“Serious about spending the rest of my life with you?” He asked. “Can’t think of anything better.”

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and needy. He leaned into it for a moment before he pulled back from you.

“Should move to the bed,” he breathed. “Gotta treat my fiancee right.”

You just nodded quickly and Joel got up before helping you to your feet.

He tugged your dress up and over your head - as much as he wanted to fuck you in the sexy little thing you’d been tempting him with all night, the need to feel your skin was too great - and eased you down onto the bed.

You moved to the middle of it and Joel got undressed, his eyes watching you hungrily, the glint of his ring on your finger making him somehow even harder. You removed your bra and cast it aside before you slipped your panties down your legs and tossed them to the side, leaving you exposed and bare. You were everything it seemed like he’d ever wanted and you were his, the proof of it right there on your hand. He fisted his cock, pumping himself once, twice, as he climbed between your legs.

He wanted to make this last. He wanted to go down on you and swallow your pleasure until you were screaming with it. He wanted to kiss every inch of your skin. He wanted to tease you with his fingers until you were begging for his cock. But he wasn’t sure he could, not that moment. He had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving the bed for a few days after this.

“Joel,” you panted, watching him, pupils blown and back arched. He smiled. For some reason, you wanted him like he wanted you.

“Yes, Mrs. Miller?” He breathed, settling between your open legs, the apex of your thighs hot against his skin. You moaned and rocked your hips up against him, your needy little clit pressing into his skin.

“Fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes, fingers gripping his bicep tightly. “Love the sound of that…”

“You have no idea, Beautiful,” he said, kissing you, grinding his cock against your dripping slit. You moaned, the movement of your hips stuttering for a moment before you adjusted the angle so the tip of him was catching on your entrance with ever pass, just enough for the most sensitive part of him to be enveloped in your tight, wet heat.

“Need you,” you were almost gasping with it, desperate and wanting. “Please, please, need to feel you, I need…”

“Always going to give you what you need, Baby,” he said, his cock dipping further into you this time before he pulled back and pushed himself against your clit again. “Always gonna take care of you, always.”

He pushed into you then, firm but not to fast, your breath catching on your throat as he did. Joel kissed you, trying not to think about how damn good you felt, how it seemed like he belonged right there, deep inside you.

“Fuck,” your nails dug into him but he held on. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good how do you feel this fucking good?”

He could only moan in response, fucking into you, feeling you open up to him, your walls gripping him tight. He stayed still inside you for a moment, savoring it, the feeling of you around him while he was over you, the way you held onto him.

But he couldn’t last that way for long. You - his fiancee. His fiancee, no one else’s, you belonged to no one but him - felt too damn good for him to last too long inside of you and he had to move, he had to.

So he did, starting a little slower but still firm, pressing his hips into you so your hot little clit was against his skin.

He could feel you starting to tighten around him, like your body was trying to pull him deeper somehow, your lips messy and desperate when they found his, trialing little kisses over his body when they don’t.

“That’s it, Beautiful,” he panted into you. “Come for me, can feel how close you are, just let go for me, let me feel you. Need to feel you…”

You gasped his name and pressed your whole body tight against him as you came around him, your pussy fluttering around him, working his cock, all warm and soft trying to pull him as deep as you could take him. He fucked you through it, hardly able to hold off his own orgasm, the aftershocks of yours still rippling through your tight channel when he emptied himself into you until he didn’t even have the strength to hold himself up anymore, collapsing on you, his head over your shoulder so he could smell your skin and your hair. Fuck, he loved that smell. Fuck, he loved you.

After a minute, he adjusted the two of you so you were draped over his chest, your arms all soft and pliant, close enough that he could feel your heartbeat on his skin, feel your soft, little breaths on him. You held up your left hand, turning the ring back and forth in the light.

“You’re sure about this?” You asked, glancing up at him as you fidgeted with the ring.

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” he said. “Would make you Mrs. Miller tomorrow if you’d let me.”

You laughed a little at that, putting your hand down on his chest and taking a deep breath.

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said softly.

“What doesn’t?”

“You’ve given me so much,” you said. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted - everything. Feels like I’m not holding up my end.”

“You kiddin’ me?” He scoffed. “You’re so perfect I have to remind myself that you’re real sometimes, that I’m not just imagining you. You make me the luckiest man on Earth every damn day by just breathing in the same room as me. If anything’s not fair, it’s that I got too greedy asking you to marry me. Should know to quit when I’m this far ahead.”

You laughed and pressed your lips into his chest, looking at the ring again, twisting it this way and that with your thumb.

“Make you a deal,” you said, adjusting your head so you were looking at him.

“What’s your proposal?” He asked, teasing.

“You take care of me,” you said. “Make sure I’m not getting too overwhelmed or overdoing it at work or just getting too in my own head. I’ll take care of you, make sure you take time for yourself, make sure you relax, make sure you know how great you are. Deal?”

He smiled a little.

“Deal, Mrs. Miller.”

You smiled bigger.

“Excellent, Mr. Miller.”

He kissed your forehead.

“Don’t have to change your last name, you know,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “I can always just call you that for my own damn enjoyment without making it official.”

You laughed a little.

“No, I want to change it,” you said. “Sarah was right all along. I think I’m going to make a great Miller.”

A/N: Ahhh! I hope you all loved reading the story of Joel and Sarah's best friend as much as I loved sharing it! These two are so fun and so sweet, I'm so glad I got to give them the happy ending they deserved.

Thank you so so much for being here, for following along with this little story that started as a one shot based on a request that came in after I wrote another one shot as a request. I so appreciate that you're here, that you've spent your time with this fic and these characters and all of your support. This corner of the internet means everything to me and it's because you're a part of it <3 Love you!

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#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #new in town #joel miller smut

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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TK might go to a premiere and hang out with friends, but there is still no sexual tension between them. How can I say TK is real, when Tae is the exact same way with WS and random's he just met in Paris? Did we forget how cozy he was with randoms? If I'm being honest, Tae has more sexual tension with Jimin and at least he said from his own mouth he likes JM & likes him the most and wrote songs about him. So if I think TK is real, I have to think Vmin is real. And well, neither are real.

Truth told. No duos act like Jikook. They don't cross lines into sexual. With Jikook, its inuendos. Hinting at fucking, saying Rabbit is spicy or asking the other if they want Ramen knowing what it means in their country or telling the other to do cardio with them and the other grunting. Ball fondling with feet, neck sucking, ear sucking, not to mention JK rubbing his dick all over JM's ass every chance he gets. The J14 interview literally exists with their hormones raging all over the place. JK seeing JM laying on the ground and lays on his ass straddeling him or how JK has to adjust himself watching JM on several occasions or how JM pops boners around JK. Not to mention during one of their recent concerts JK literally rubbing his crotch while staring JM down, he tries to be subtle, but sir, we can see the outline of your dick through your pants and you motion that area while staring JM down & JM smirks. Okay sirs. Also JM looking JK directly in his face while bouncing his ass or dancing seductively in front of JK. Not to mention JK's obsession with JM's ass and his hand permanently attached to it. JM exposed JK coming to his room for 1 am bootycalls & JK panicked and tried to deflect, but then he turns around and sends JM a 5 a.m. thirst trap. JM playing footsie with JK and JK playing footsie with JM's leg giving him the come follow me signal. Look how JK acted when he placed his head near Tae with a cheesing smile during Life goes on, no tension, just fun, same with Hobi, but then watch JK get close to JM's face during So What where they both got flustered and JK gets closer and closer ready to risk it all, then grabbed his heart after he was done and took a deep breath, cause he was feeling the heat between him and JM. JM even got flustered and didn't know which way to turn. TK's moment and Jikook's happened in the same concerts and You know damn well its different. And JK did that after the Vminkook live too, where they said JM was a thirdwheel. Funny JK made all Jikook antis in the audience become Jikook's thirdwheel during that So What moment. Ultimate slap in the face, if you ask me & deserved.

This fandom is full of pearl clutchers who don't wanna talk about BTS having sex, let along with each other. Yet they will write fanfics and draw pics of it or say two members are having sex, but when the truth is smacked in their face, they pretend not to see it or they can't be real or make excuses. Jikook been fucking for years and everyone knows it, its why people hate JM & Jikook so much and low key why they trash JK too and make him out to be a cheater and fanservice king. Anything but accepting Jikook have been burning up the bedroom sheets together for years.

#if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #jikook is not fanservice #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jimin #jungkook #bts ask #ask shaz

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Some SpeedingBullet headcanons for the soul:

Sniper taught Scout how to slow dance. Scout never really learned how yo slow dance but he learned how to do all the fast swing dances and what not. But slow dancing wasnf his speed. Even if he did like listening to slow songs. He would sing/hum along to them until Sniper was like "??? nah imma teach you because aint no way you dont know how to slow dance"

Scout tried teaching Sniper baseball but despite all his efforts, it ended in failure. Mostly because they had to end their little baseball session short because Scout threw the ball a little too fast and a little too accurate while Sniper wasnt fully paying attention. It resulted in Sniper with a broken nose and black eye. Scout apologized perfusely and hasnt asked Sniper to play baseball with him since (but Snipes would do so in a heartbeat)

Sniper was one of the first people Scout drew on base. He didnt know till months and months later when they became good friends and Scout realized he wasnt going to be made fun of for his sketches. It became one of the many ways Scout would show his friendship and eventual affection.

Scout was insistant on becoming Snipers friend. He would constantly try to talk to him on the occasions Sniper would enter the base and basically hunt him down just tontalk with him. And then it slowly became a nightly thing where after matches Scout would go to Sniper and even try and drag him into the base more often and to go out with the others.

Which leads into, they became great friends and their friendship really became set and stone after Scout went to Sniper one night. He didnt start a conversation, just knocked on the camper door and when Sniper let him in, went straight to the bench in the camper van. Scout seemed out of sorts and not his usual self. There was no talking, no rambling. Just silence. He looked upset and troubled. So Sniper just sat next to him for a bit until Scout leaned against him. Sniper tensed up, not really the most aquainted with touch as a form of affection. But he sticks it out and slowly touches Scouts shoulder which is when he notices Scout crying quietly. And Sniper just stays quiet and lets him cry it out. Scout would eventually tell him what it was about and then eventually when Scout was feeling like that hed go to Sniper. Neither realizing the fact that they were slowly catching feelings.

(Sorry for the long list. Got a bit carried away 😅)

HELLOO???? ANON THANK YOU???!?!?!

I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE HOLY SHIT

-Sniper would definitely know how to slow dance and is willing to teach Scout some of it too!! Scout wouldnt dare to listen to Spy when he tried teaching him but when sniper offered??? You know damn well Scout said yes in a heartbeat

-Scout probably still feels bad about their wasted effort in practicing baseball but Sniper told him that even if he couldn't play much, he was still willing to listen to Scout talk about it

-YESSSS SNIPER BEING SCOUTS MUSE!! I've said this headcanon in an ask somewhere but I dont remember- But I would like to think that when everyone was still getting to know each other, Sniper wasn't allowed to bring his camper yet and he stayed in the base for a few months, leaving Scout to see him often and drawing him because he was the most still person in the base ever. And Sniper was definitely in awe when he saw some sketches, he didn't even know he would look that good in Scout's eyes

-I absolutely love the headcanon of Scout just suddenly and casually starting to talk to Sniper and becoming friends, like it sounds random but it makes sense!

-Its always the big feely times when they realize "oh shit I love him"

And no worries!! I absolutely loved these so much and was kinda craving for more sniperscout content😅

Hugs for the anon ^^

#anon ^^#sniperscout #Speeding bullet #speedingbullet #Tf2 scout #Scout tf2 #Tf2 sniper #Sniper tf2

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wildbornsiren · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet | b.f

NSFW headcanons for b.f.

author’s notes: Thank you all for reading, reblogging and liking. It really means the most and I appreciate it so much. what: Not safe for work headcanons featuring the lovely Robert “Bob” Floyd (who we protect at all costs). Gender neutral reader. warnings: adult content. Do not read or interact with this post if you are under the age of 18. Explicit sexual content, frank discussion of adult themes.

A: Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Bob has god-tier aftercare habits. Nice cool glass of water, a snack, help you in the bath, rub any sore muscles. Slow, easy kisses and gentle touches. He’ll help you either fix your hair or brush it out. You are incredibly precious to him, and no matter how filthy the two of you can get when you’re fucking, he treats you like royalty afterward. B: Body part (their favorite body part of theirs, and their partner’s) Bob is a thigh man. Grip them, squeeze them, hold them, leave love bites on them. If you’re sitting together, his hand is on your thigh, or resting on your inner thigh. When you fuck, he often leaves fingerprints on them with how tight he’s holding on to you. He also likes to rest his head on your thighs/lap when you’re sitting together watching a movie or tv show. He likes his arms. He works hard for definition and strength. Plus, all the better to hold you with.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves to get his partner off. The sounds they make, their expressions, how they grip onto him. He gets off on giving his partner pleasure. This man swallows and will kiss you afterward so you can taste yourself on his tongue. If you squirt? He’ll wear that badge with pride and see how often he can get you to do it. He’ll also haul you up after you give him head so he can taste himself on you. D: Dirty (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) There’s a sex tape or two of him and a partner hidden behind passwords on his phone. One of the squad can confirm, but they will neither out themselves, nor how they bribed Bob to be able to see it. E: Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Bob has a high body count; however, all his ex-partners and hookups could give glowing references. He knows what he’s doing and is willing to try different things (more on that later). F: Favorite position (this goes without saying) Missionary: He likes to feel his partner and check in often with them. Lots of kisses, his hands roaming all over your body. He pulls you as close as he can. It’s intimate and special. He loses his mind feeling your nails bite into his shoulder or skim down his back. Doggie: The times he’s wound up or hasn’t been able to be with you for a while he will bend you over the couch, the edge of the bed—once on the hood of his car. His hands will be tight on your hips, his mouth on your shoulders, the back of your neck. When he’s like this it’s hard, fast, desperate, needing to draw sounds out of you. If he needs more from you in this position, he’s got your hair wrapped around his hand, pulling you up against him even more. He’s loud like this too, heavy groans and grunts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours. This is not lovemaking, this straight up fucking. G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?) He's a goofball. He likes his partner to have a good time and laugh. Think terribly bad strip shows, ‘sexy’ dances and terrible pick-up lines texted to you through the day. H: Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?) He keeps his hair long, and this man damn near purrs when you run your fingers through it. He keeps his body hair natural, but under control. His off-duty clothes are jeans and t-shirts that he picks up from secondhand shops, but they’re in excellent condition. His cologne is a strongly masculine, woody, heavy amber scent.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) Being with Bob is a masterclass of romance. He’ll take you to dinners with candlelight and expensive wine, to plays, the theater. He’s also one to take you for a midnight picnic on the beach under the stars. He enjoys making love and showing you how special you are to him. He sends you postcards when he’s deployed and able to send physical mail. If that’s not a possibility, emails and text messages. He listens to your words, and your body and wants to give you everything you want and need.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Jerking off is something he does when the urge strikes him. He’d prefer to get off with you, but if that’s not a possibility, he’ll call you while he’s stroking himself off so you can talk him through it. If he can’t talk to you, he’ll use photos of you, and of you two -together- to inspire him. When Bob does jerk off, it’s hard, fast and shallow. Heavy breathing, biting his lower lip to keep himself from making too much noise.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks) Voyeurism. Bob’s under your spell if you take your pleasure into your own hands. He’ll watch, not touching himself, not interrupting you, just watching you with heavily lidded eyes. His breathing is slow and shallow, taking in every moment and the way you touch and play with yourself. (You better believe he's also taking mental notes—so long as his higher brain is functioning). Soft Top: He’s a soft dom. Encouraging, pushing you just a little further. Bob will shower you with praise, especially if he’s able to take you further than you thought you could. Your pleasure is the end goal, and he wants to show you all the different ways you can experience it. L: Location (favorite places to do the do) Domestic setting. When you’re out on a date, or with friends, he’ll let his touch linger, rest his hand at the small of your back, and when no one’s looking slide it over the curve of your ass. Occasionally he’ll slip his fingers under the waistband of your pants, brushing over soft skin. When you get home, he takes you to bed. Depending on how much teasing you tormented him with depends on what you get. If he’s wound up and hard on the drive home, he’s bending you over the edge of the bed and fucking you until you can’t move. If he needs -you- you’re in bed for the rest of the night until the wee hours of the morning tangled up in each other. M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?) Someone who gives good hugs. No honestly, he considers hugs to be intimate. You’re pressed up against someone and being held close. He also likes a good sense of humor and needs someone who understands that he’s an introvert. Kiss this man’s neck and play with his hair and he’s putty in your hands. N: No (something they won’t do/turn-offs) General unkindness. Arrogance. Degradation. O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill) Bob gives head like it’s his last goddamn meal. Your legs over his shoulders and will stay down there until you’re trembling and overstimulated. He loves it when you’re vocal, moaning for him, one of your hands twisting in or pulling his hair. He will encourage you to ride his face and will make sure you’re thoroughly sated. If you squirt or cum on his face, he’ll wear it with pride. And yes, he has his red wings. He appreciates oral, and fuck does he love watching you suck him down. He comes quickly from oral stimulation and prefers hand jobs or penetrative sex. P: Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?) Sensual. Lots of touching, kissing, worshipping your body. He wants his partner to feel amazing, special and let them know how much he wants them. He lets you know exactly what you do to him and will murmur sweet nothings and praise against your skin. By the time he gets down to business, you’re begging and needing for more. He doesn’t tease to hear you beg but gets so focused on your body and your reactions that he gets sidetracked. His thrusts are slow and deep, you feel every inch of him. Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often) Like the others, he doesn’t have a lot of down time. He’d much rather spend a few hours in bed with you, but he takes what he can get. He’s not fond of super public sex, so most of the time it’s car sex or tangled up in some area of the house. R: Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?) Bob’s definitely down to experiment. He’s open and frank when it comes to sexual curiosities. If you don’t talk about them, there’s no way to experience them. If there’s something you’re you want to try, all you have to do is ask, and your wish is his command. Communication is key with Bob. S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) He's a marathon man. He takes his time with foreplay and sex. He will give you everything you need and is a patient and loving partner. T: Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) While he doesn’t have any of his own, he is intrigued by yours, and will ask you to demonstrate. He’ll curl up and watch, gaze going darker, more heated as you play with yourself. U: Unfair (how much they like to tease) He doesn’t really tease. When he’s feeling frisky in public there’s little touches, eye contact. Occasionally you’ll get dirty text messages. Bob is someone who wants to please his partner thoroughly, so he’ll keep the teasing to what you want. This man is sunshine blended with a healthy dash of dirty. If you want to tease and play games, he’ll join in, but the instant you start asking for what you want specifically he’s on it. V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make) Bob’s pretty quiet in the bedroom. Soft groans, moans. Occasionally a curse. If he says anything it’s when he’s close to coming and he’s desperately pounding into you panting your name against your skin. W: Wild card (random headcanon for the character) The air conditioning in your apartment had been broken for three weeks, and with the current heat wave, it would be at least another three weeks before a technician can come out to look at it. All the windows are open, the fans pointed in your direction. You’re on the couch, in nothing but a shirt you picked up out of the clean laundry. It’s one of Bob’s, the logo faded and flaking, but the fabric is so soft, and it smells like him. An acceptable hug in this heat. He’s been busy with work, up in the air nearly every day and coming home exhausted. It’s hard, but you’ve gotten used to it. You can’t even focus on the book in your lap, the heat is getting to you. It shouldn’t be this hot so close to midnight. Your attention is drawn away from your own personal suffering when you hear the lock turning. Bob steps through the front door, dropping his bag next to it. He wipes his face with his arm, removing his boots, and unbuttoning his uniform top. Even though you’re melting, you can’t help but smile at the sight of him. “What did I do to deserve this?” You point to his shirt which he’s currently folding. “It’s hot, and uncomfortable.” He looks up, pushing his glasses up his nose. You see the spark of interest in his eyes when he takes in your bare legs, his gaze traveling up. “Is that my shirt?” “I missed you.” The warmth in his smile made your heart skip a beat. “I don’t like that you have to miss me.” He stepped into the room, plopping onto the couch next to you. He’s close enough that your bare legs touch, and another heat grows low in your belly. It’s a little embarrassing that just the brush of his leg against yours is enough to get you going, but at the same time—it’s him. He leans over, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I missed you too baby.” He murmurs brushing your hair away from your face. “Why is it so hot in here?” “You came home?” You can’t help but tease him, and the soft laugh that escapes makes you smile wider. “The air con is broken, and it’s going to be a while.” He checks his watch and looks at you for a moment. You can see the gears turning. “I’ve got an idea.” His words are soft, his fingertips brushing along your collar bone. It sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps rising on heated skin. “What’s that?” “The pool.” His lips brush against your hair, those featherlight touches creeping up your thigh. Your legs part automatically, wanting more of his touch. “It’s late, the water will feel good. Just the two of us…” Kisses trail along your jaw, down your neck, his tongue chasing sweat away. “It’s late enough that we don’t even have to wear suits.” X: X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Bob has a couple tattoos, comic book imagery. He is a bit leaner than the others, and even though he’s an adult he’s still a little awkward, all arms and long legs. This man has a massive cock. He’s longer than average, thicker than average and he knows how to use what he’s got. Hangman had once put up $200 that his cock was the biggest. He lost that bet when Bob wandered through the locker room completely naked from the showers to his gear. Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He's happy to get you in bed 2-3 times a week. With work schedules, he knows that that’s not always going to be the case and is happy to have you near him. If physical contact isn’t something that’s available—he’s on deployment, or you’re loaded down with work, he will send you filthy text messages and get you on the phone for phone sex. Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward.) After he’s taken care of you, and the sheets have been changed, both of you snuggled up in pjs, he’s asleep rather quickly. Normally he’s half on you, cuddled up and holding you close. If he wrecked you (like he can) and physical touch his just too much, he gives you space, but his fingertips are touching your arm, your hip. He has to be touching you to fall asleep. He doesn’t move a whole lot when you’re in bed with him.

#Robert Bob Floyd x reader #Robert Bob Floyd x you #Robert Bob Floyd #Top Gun Maverick #top gun: Maverick fanfiction #sfw headcanon #reader insert #shelly writes

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fictional-men-have-my-heart · 1 year

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Hello all! Welcome to day 22! Today I was thinking about what hidden talents the 141, Los Vaqueros, and Konig may have. Simple, yet sweet type stuff :)

Price:

He doesn't like to admit to it, but he can sing quite well. Most of you have caught him singing quietly in his office as he goes through files or when he thinks he's alone in the range. You caught him off guard once during a mission when he was on watch and thought everyone was asleep.

"Got a nice voice Cap." You mumble, watching him jolt.

"Jesus kid, don't spook me like that." He'd grumble, shaking his head.

"Sorry sir, just thought I'd let you know."

Ghost:

He secretly likes to read. You weren't sure whose books you kept finding hidden in the bunkhouse, but they were certainly well-worn. You had asked Gaz and Soap, but neither knew either. It wasn't until you borrowed one to read on a long flight to a long-haul mission that Ghost noticed.

"Where'd you get this?" He growled, tugging it from you.

"In the bunkhouse? It kind of just appeared, no one knew... oh." Suddenly it clicked. He seemed to recognize you had no clue, so he holds it out to you.

"Don't get blood on it, understand?"

"Yes sir." You smiled, finding your place again.

Soap:

Doesn't like to admit to it, but he sketches a lot. You didn't take much notice, figuring he was writing back home to someone when you'd find him scrunched up over a notebook. Once though, one of his books fell out of his locker, spilling intricate sketches across the bunkroom. You had lept to help gather them, stopping as you saw a lovely drawing of Las Almas from when you guys had been there.

"Holy hell Soap, did you draw this?" You had asked quietly, holding the paper out to him. A red flush had started creeping up his neck, tinging his ears.

"Yeah, I did. Look, I don' like showin' these off. Keep this quiet, yeah?"

"Sure thing, just... know they're really good. Frame worthy." You had grinned. He nodded, shoving the book back into his locker.

Gaz:

You learned Gaz was one hell of a cook. You hadn't noticed at first how at ease he seemed in a kitchen, nor how he seemed to never use recipes. Now, you sat watching as he seemed to glide around the kitchen almost like a dance, preparing some food for the team on a relaxing evening between missions.

"Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"Picked it up over the years. Takes a lot of practice."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Plus, I figured it would make it easier to find someone if I could cook y'know?"

Alejandro:

You didn't think much of it when Alejandro easily stitched someone's wound in the field, most people could do rudimentary stitching with combat first aid. However, watching him meticulously repair a shirt after a rough undercover op had you fascinated.

"Where'd you learn to sew like this Colonel?"

"Mi mamá. She told us kids we would need to know how to fix our clothes since we shouldn't always look for someone else to do it for us. This was mostly because I kept ripping my clothes while cutting school with Rudy."

"Sounds like your mom is a smart woman." You had laughed. He smiled fondly.

"Oh, she is. Loving and stern even with my hardheadedness."

Rudy:

You could always tell Rudy was a smart, graceful guy. He moved quickly and damn near silently, his footfalls minimal. You finally broke and questioned it at one point.

"How are you so quiet all the time?"

"I took dancing classes as a kid."

"You what?" Your eyes snap to him, eyes wide.

"Took dancing classes. I like to think it helped round out the combat training I got when I joined the military. Quiet and ruthless." He smirked.

"Now I have to see you dance sometime." You laughed.

"Anytime, I can even teach you if you'd like."

Konig:

It's astounding the things you might miss about people if you're never in the right place. Konig was a reserved and quiet person, and it never crossed your mind he might have a talent for music or instruments given your line of work. But, when a mission was over and you were settled back at a relatively nice base with a piano, he watched as you and Gaz tinkered with it.

"You two disgrace such a lovely instrument." He joked, leaning on the doorway.

"Oh, can you do better big man?" Gaz had retorted. Konig motioned for you two to move, and he settled onto the bench.

It was a sight to see, his frame almost making the instrument seem normal-sized. You watched as he began playing softly as if trying to recall the notes.

"It's been a long time..." He murmurs, slowly gaining confidence. You grinned, enthralled with the lovely sound as he played.

"Even so, you play very well." He nods, offering the seat back to you and Gaz.

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horizon-verizon · 1 year

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Do you think Helaena has an opinion on the whole Blacks vs Greens situation and the impending war? Do you think she truly believes in the Green cause or just goes along with what they do because she has no choice? From what I’ve seen, Helaena is mostly regarded as merely an “innocent” by both sides of the fandom, I’ve seen neither Team Green or Team Black people say that they think Helaena has either negative or positive feelings towards the Blacks.

In my opinion, it is unlikely that she has negative feelings towards the Blacks despite Alicent spewing her poison, because she happily toasted to Baela and Rhaena in 1x08, who she must know where involved in the fight that took her brother Aemond’s eye, and she also agreed to dance with her nephew Jace, and it seemed to be the first time in a long time where she was truly happy. I also remember her smiling a little when Viserys showed up to defend Rhaenyra against Vaemond. I honestly think that Helaena might wish that she could be closer to her family members from the Black side, and I don’t buy that Aemond treats her all that well either.

Aemond might be gentle with her and defend her from Aegon, but he clearly hates his relatives from the Black side more than he cares about her, given how he interrupted her happy dance with Jace by slamming his fist on the table so he could mock his nephews. Helaena deserves so much better. She was just born into the Greens. I don’t think she actually agrees with what they are doing, especially because she can see the future at times as well, which means she might be able to see all of their tragic fates which are caused by her mother and grandfather’s schemes.

Helaena is not a real player in this whole thing, even in the book. And I think that she likely just wished everyone will get along but knew it will never happen. Both in book and show. The book, written by a maester in a patriarchal society, emphasizes her gentleness and how others thought that trait would work well for motherhood.

In-world & in the greens' schemes, she is a means to:

legitimize and strengthen Aegon’s image and rule

(later events I won't spoil) draw more sympathy for the greens due to how vulnerable her neurodivergence makes her to societal and familial dismissal

a means for Condal/the writers to both add some more mysticism for this fantasy-less show (where are the damn dragons?!)

validate Aegon I’s prophecy and its unnecessary narrative role in HotD (the prophecy may be an element of fantasy but for the purpose of this particular story, it was both unnecessary AND the show writers try to use it as a means to diminish Rhaenyra's willingness to fight back aginst the greens whether that mean the actual usrpation or in one of many of the smaller conflicts before then, bcit's paired w/her guilt, her need to perform as aruler her neglectful & ineffective father said a ruler should be, etc.)

appeal to people justifiably looking for neurodivergent representation in their media and make the show more attractive

I really can’t see Helaena as hateful towards the Blacks.

The show gives us no real indication that she despises or dislikes any of them because she doesn’t give them any particular look nor does she interact with any of them at all until she dances with Jacaerys. Happily and with more life in her than she ever had with any Green, I might add.

Of course, she would not be close to any Black because Alicent would have kept her away from them for most of her life (not that the jump cut between episodes 5 & 6 helps). But since Helaena seems very distant from Alicent and Otto treats her both “better” than he does his grandsons and a bit condescendingly as if she were a child or he was entertaining a cute puppy’s burst of energy, I would go out on a limb and see her as being a sort of innocent bystander in her own world.

Otto has no real stake in her behavior apart from her giving Aegon kids and staying quiet and out of the way. Which she usually does from what we get to see.

This is also why, I guess, people also feel her adaptation into being a prophet makes sense and is good. But I already have my problems with her TV characterization (POST & POST).

About Aemond Defending Her

This is the script piece of episode 7:

Aegon: We have nothing in common.

Aemond: She’s our sister.

Aegon: You marry her, then.

Aemond: I would perform my duty, if mother had only betrothed us.

Aegon: If only.

Aemond: It would strengthen the family. Keep our Valyrian blood pure.

And he looks for a bit longer than necessary at Helaena without directly engaging with her.

Before Alicent pops up in her room to see her, Helaena also recites in episode 9 that: “It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away”. So folks heard Aegon and Aemond’s words, the latter’s look at Helaena in the 7th episode, and Helaena’s words here all show a potential or certain reality where he is secretly infatuated with her and she knows of it through her extra sight.

They might see Aemond as more sympathetic or morally better than Daemon since that Aemond is also trying to prove himself, and Helaena-- being his sister (Targ custom and Targness) and his older brother’s neglected wife--also would bring him closer to the throne if only Aegon hadn’t existed. Poor Aemond. He has to work for a brother who doesn’t appreciate the position he is in: has the birth order, the girl, the support from the grandfather and the Hightowers.

In episode 8, I think that if you are one to think he is in love with or infatuated with Helaena, you’re inclined to think he got angry for many reasons:

Lucerys goaded him

he is upset/flabbergasted that Alicent called a cease fire despite the years she’s been telling them all Rhaenyra needs to be usurped/killed and is trying to begin the process of reorienting his life’s mission

Jace is taking all of Helaena’s attention

or/and Jacaerys purposely danced with Helaena just to get back at Aegon for his incessant goading.

Rather than him just wanting to get back at Lucerys.

One problem with that Aemond would have to be a lot more explosively angry than what he’s been portrayed so far. Like how he is canonically.

Another problem is that, as you pointed out, Aemond of HotD AND Fire and Blood really care about proving himself more than Show! and Book!Daemon did. (POST, POST, POST & POST).

Final problem is that we do not get a scene with them together alone where we can gauge how he thinks of her and vice versa in a more concrete way after watching episode 7.

We’re given this suggestion of romantic feelings, but nothing afterwards to really cement or negate it.

Perhaps Condal doesn’t even know what to do about this supposed ship himself yet.

#asoiaf asks to me #helaena targaryen #hotd characterization #aemond targaryen #helaena's characterization #hotd episode 7 #aemond's characterization #helaena and aemond #alicent and helaena #aemond and helaena #ryan condal #hotd writing #asoiaf #hotd

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The answer to why uht bullied Rachel is painfully obvious. She's the main character, our underdog, they're the high school mean girls. It's just the way high school teen shows and movies are wrriten every time. If Tina were the main character they would've been bullying Tina instead. A lot of the time with glee there is no logical explanation or reasoning, things only happen the way they do because that's what they writers wanted.

Besides, Rachel is not a good enough dancer to be a cheerleader. Santana wasn't either a lot of the time but she was there to be the stereotypical hot mean cheerleader. If you look close Naya is missing from a lot of the more demanding cheerios numbers, we could try to find in universe explanation for that but there is none. You just can't look for logic where there's none jajaja I love glee but it does not do things because they make sense

Well, yes Nonnie, technically true that literally everything in Glee happened because it was written that way and hopefully served a narrative purpose. That is what fiction is. But I hope I've been conveying on this blog for about a year now that there's the out-of-universe reasoning for everything, i.e. it was written that way but that doesn't mean we can't think in-universe and apply some literary analysis to... Glee, of all things. Because it's fun. I'm sure previous Anon understood everything you're saying here but I'm sensing a bit of a galaxy-brained revelation coming from your side when, like, yeah. We know. I'd hazard to assume that no one who engages with me in these conversations about character motivations and analysis denies that, ultimately, everything in Glee just had to happen the way it did because that was the story they wanted to tell.

Glee is especially interesting to try and find a Watsonian explanation for because it's so damn inconsistent and it's a straight-up struggle to try and make sense of things. It's a struggle I enjoy, frankly, because putting more thought into these characters than the writers ever did and connecting the dots with other people is fun. Since Rachel and the UHT aren't real people, sure, the bullying happened because it had to happen that way. And I'm not saying there's never a point where someone sends me an ask and I just have to draw the conclusion that "it was written that way" because no in-universe explanation makes sense. But surely that's not usually the response people expect from me lol. So with all due respect to you, this take seems dismissive? I'm just really not sure what we gain from stating the obvious. And it's not even so much about logic as it is about story and fleshing out these characters because we like them.

I don't have much to reflect on the second part because I already said in my OG post that I don't consider Rachel to be, even in-universe suspension of disbelief-wise, to be a strong dancer. But just two words on Santana, she is actually there for a ton of Cheerios numbers early on, as that's part of what she was hired for, but when she isn't later on like in season 3 it does have an easy in-universe explanation. For example, neither Quinn nor Santana are in Bust Your Windows but that takes place in Mercedes' head so doesn't need logic anyway. As for season 3, Santana watches performances by Sue's side as a co-captain looking for things to improve on. See? It's really not a lot of work to explain that particular thing away. There aren't "a lot" more examples of Brittany being in a Cheerios number but not Santana. But I have the exact stats on that in case anyone wants to fact-check me. Obviously, sometimes she and Quinn don't do the parts Brittany and the other Cheerios do, but I think performances are inherently a lot or in the suspension of disbelief zone than actual story beats like Rachel's bullying are. Magic of the stage, if you will. I don't care to know how the Glee Club constantly gets the Cheerios to do their background dancing but I do care to explore major aspects of characters' lives.

#idk anon this isn't meant to be harsh at all but it sounds like don't think people already know what you're saying #and care to analyse these stories anyway #sure i could dismiss glee's writing entirely but then... what's my blog for lol #anon #i appreciate the jajaja tho some hispanic rep right there #glee asks #glee's writing issues

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Part 2 for the Chaos Lord darling and Muricaaaa :3 ? With some sexy moments tooooo 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you so much for answering all those asks I‘ve sent to you ❤️

No problem. Writing is fun and has gotten a little easier for me and I'm glad you like what I write! :)

Here is your content warning. Light $mut.

Alfred appeared inside of the surprisingly humble abode of Y/N the chaos lord.

“Y/N! You owe me a date chaos lord. I danced seductively for you! And you know damn well you liked it!” He shouted to the next dimension. His wings were outstretched.

The infamous chaos lord arose from her slumber.

“Oh what a joy it is to be woken up by a horny and somewhat drunk Demon King.” She removed her sleeping mask so she could scan over the annoyed demon's features. His skin was flushed red and his eyes had serious baggage under them. Definitely the look of someone who’s been up all night at a bar complaining about their unrequited lover.

‘Seruously? He really does have feelings for me if he’s willing to degrade himself this way.’

Y/N finally removed her form from the bed. She did a small stretch of her arms and Alfred swore he could hear hundred of bone-cracking in the distance. When she yawned a gust of wind came rushing through her house. The winds whipped against Alfred and he felt the winds scratch against his eardrums.

“Agggugh!” He falls to his knees while trying to shield his ears from the harsh sound.

You appear in front of his shaken and disheveled form. You reach for his chin while you make the ground swallow his legs only up to his calves.

‘May as well have some fun with him since he’s dying for my attention.’ You force him to look you in the eyes. There is a whole universe of tsars that appeared in Alfred’s blue eyes. His tail wagged in excitement.

‘I’m finally going to be able to kiss y/n yessssssss.’

You gently planted your lips on his forehead in a loving manner. Alfred’s heart was thundering in his ears and he began to feel a tingling sensation in his neither region. His senses were singing with joy and sweat began to bleed through his cotton T-shirt and his somewhat rugged bomber jacket.

Y/N continued to plant a trail of kisses downwards towards his pale lips. Alfred is fully invested in the sweet yet passionate moment. You tantalize him further by hovering your lips over his. This began to make him impatient and desperate for him to be connected to you. He attempts to turn up the heat himself and cocoons you within his wings. He finally realized that he still had use of his arm. He used them to draw you closer and to have you sit on top of his half-covered concrete legs.

‘Oh look what I’ve started. He’s definitely not going to realize….’

Alfred was quick to get his tongue in your mouth and y/n successful in being able to make him swallow the pill without much trouble. He was in a state of pure bliss being able to lock lips with the goddess of chaos. His body was beginning to swell up with excessive heat and activated hormones he gripped your thighs tightly and made sure they connected to his dark denim-covered hips. You could feel his growth down there are you know it was only going to intensify while he was soon to be in his drug-induced stupor.

With the two of you sharing clothes Alfred wanted nothing more than for the both of you to start sharing skin. It took him no time to tear off his upper clothing. Right as he was about to bite down on your neck to give you a visible hickey.

Your body had suddenly turned into bubbles and his legs were no longer pinned down to the ground. His body felt as light as a feather and the only thing he was aware of was that he felt that he was drifting in the air.

“Y/N!? Y/N!?” He screamed to the top of his lungs but no sound was able to be produced from his lungs. Alfred didn’t seem to have use of his body either. He was merely a puppet meant to be played within his drug-induced dream.

Y/N had crawled back onto her comfy bed and decided to watch how her admirer’s dream was going to play out. She summoned an orb where she could figure out what memories of his she might be able to weaponize later.

“Let the fun begin!” As she took a bite of chocolate cake.

#yandere hetalia #hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #headingalaxys writes stuff #hws america #headingalaxys #hetalia demon au #demon au #answered #headingalaxys spicy writes #spicy hetalia #spicy asks

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viniferas · 5 months

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so uh. Funny stuff kinda been happenin. apparently a couple friends admitted that i was basically rizzing everyone around me simply by existing ever since the first day of school ?????

and then a close friend told me (as well as the opinions of several others since the first day of school AND LIKE. SMTH I PERSONALLY NOTICED AS WELL) is that he naturally just excudes a lot of charm and charisma

BUT WHEN. WE'RE IN THE SAME PLACE FACING EACH OTHER ALL THAT RIZZ GOES OUT THE WINDOW. LIKE WE'RE FINE WHEN ONE IS TURNED AWAY. BUT THE MOMENT EYE CONTACT IS ESTABLISHED BOOM.

RIZZLESS. SUDDENLY FORGETS HOW TO SAY ANYTHING EVER AND CANT EVEN BE NORMAL FOR A SIMPLE SECOND

both sides have thought that the other was a player since we've both been confessed to by other ppl and we p much had the same responses to those, ignoring and/or dodging, because we dont rlly wanna address those stuff, AND WHENEVER ONE OF US GETS CLOSE TO THE OTHER, THE OTHER PERSON ENDS UP DRAWING AWAY AND ITS JUST DHAJDHJJSH LOWKEY TERRIBLE

both of us have felt incredibly ecstatic and broken hearted and depressed and jealous and erratic and ridiculous based on how we interact with others, and how we've both thought that the other was interested in someone else, or that the other person was just leading them on, or that we were just playing with each other's feelings. No we're just confusing as hell LOL

cause our classroom and i think ppl from other sections have known and/or are starting to know that He has a crush on someone in class, and that *I* very obviously had one as well but have gotten more lowkey about it, however they dont know who exactly we were crushing on, which meant we were unintentionally giving mixed signals to everyone we accidentally glanced at while lookin for each other HHSAHS

SO ANYWAY I KINDA ADMITTED SMTH TODAY AFTER I SMACKED HIM WITH A CLEAR FOLDER OVER HIS HEAD (but i made sure he wasnt actually hurt) AND THEN IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIZED FOR IT

and i said. "it's not that i don't like you" LIKE WHAT KINDA TSUNDERE ASS VBDIQNHEKW FIRST I PUNCHED HIM OUT OF EXCITEMENT AFTER OUR INTRAMS DANCE WHILE HE WAS WAITING FOR ME WHEN WE EXITED, AND THEN YESTERDAY WHEN WE WERE ALMOST ALONE TOGETHER (there were two other ppl unfortunately which made me feel INCREDIBLY AWKWARD) I JUST. SMACKED HIM. WITH MY FOLDER OF NOTES. WHY

AND THEN APOLOGIZED WITH *THAT* LINE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL YHINGS LJKE AJEKQOQHRQODHOWWJQODJKE

what kind of damn tropey ass. romance series is this like. Several people have described all this painful pining and longing as like some kinda kdrama or rlly cheesy ass fanfic BC LIKE. THERES ALSO THE INTERPERSONAL DRAMA BETWEEN THE FACT THAT SEVERAL PPL HAVE CRUSHES ON BOTH OF US SEPARATELY. AND THERES SEVERAL OF EM THAT ARE IN OUR OWN CLASS SO ITS LIKE

THAT WAS LITERALLY THE REASON WHY NEITHER HIM OR I PROPERLY MADE A MOVE BC WE KNEW OUR FRIENDS OR ACQUAINTANCES LIKED THE OTHER PERSON AND WE DIDNT WANNA IMPOSE BUT NOW I THINK WE'VE BOTH DISREGARDED THAT ENTIRELY LIKE

we both dont care abt what others have to say anymore we just wanna be togetehfbwjbrje2nr

BUT WE HAVE HORRIBLE TIMING TOO BC JUST TODAY THERE WAS A SCHOOL ANNOUNCEMENT ABT BEING STRICTLY AGAINST PDA WHICH MEANT. NO HOLDING HANDS AND NO KISSING AND LIKE. DAMN. DAMNIT. IM LITERALLY LIKE VERY AFFECTIONATE WITH MY FRIENDS

its to the point where ppl often mistake me for a lesbian or bi or Something bc im very close and hug my friends often and hold their hands n all and been told SEVERAL TIMES THAT I LOOKED LIKE MY FRIENDS' BOYFRIEND LOL

SO ANYWAYS. THE ANNOUCEMENT SAID THAT, "TRUE LOVE WAITS" AND I LITERALLY WJWKABSU when that was announced in class i had Such an obvious WHAT reaction and kept joking abt it for the rest of the day whenever i hung out with my friends and when i first read it in amusement and Lowkey like. Disappointment? He was there watching my expression and his friends teased him abt it too

ajgsjqhajsj i would talk abt all the similarities we have with each other and how he planned somethin that we've both been rlly lookin forward to but i havwnt eaten dinner yet bc when i went home i just fell asleep IMMEDIATELY and im hungry LOL

anyway i hope he asks me out tomorrow otherwise ill just be the one who'll do it directly on friday even if its while everyone else is in class bc i absolutely REFUSE to end this week without any weekend plans or confirmed date i absolute refuse and both of us have been anxiously lookin forward to one, and both of us have been incredibly restless about it for like several weeks so it HAS to happen, like both of our respective friend groups and the ones we share have literally been tryin SO hard to give us several opportunities to show off the other person and like get the other to confess OR LIKE FOR US TO PROPERLY TALK SO AHDMAHRPQHEPQHROQBRKQK

#ANYWAYS I HOPE NEXT UPDATE THERES ACTUAL PROGRESS LMAOO #im gonna do my best not to be stupid

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scribbledghost · 2 years

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Truth

Pairing: Older Agent Whiskey x Younger Reader (no Y/N, gender neutral)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,244

Warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s), heavy make out, discussion of relationship, probably OOC Jack, pure wish fulfillment for the author :)

Notes: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: my Whiskey is Canon Whiskey but he’s been to therapy. We talk about feelings here, sir.

He shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t be doing this. Especially in his own damn office, of all places.

But he couldn’t help it. And deep down, in his heart of hearts, Jack knew he’d do it a lot more than once, if you’d let him.

He’d had his eye on you as soon as Champagne had introduced you as his new admin assistant. Even more so when Champ had told him that you could help him out as well with any tasks that he needed done. Over time, he’d found himself yearning for your presence more and more, calling you away from Champ for aid so much that Champagne once teased Jack about stealing his assistant. Little did he know how true that statement was.

You were younger than him by a decent stretch. Here he was in his early 40s, and there you were in your 20s. It was an age gap that would draw looks, even without adding in the fact that he was technically your superior at work.

But neither of you seemed to be able to resist the pull of the other. The two of you danced around each other over and over, desperately attempting to ignore how you felt, until it had culminated in… this.

You, seated on his desk, with Jack between your legs. His hands running along your sides beneath your shirt, your hands buried in his hair as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

He certainly felt like it did, anyway.

Jack finally found enough willpower to part from you and leaned his forehead against yours as his hands stilled. Yours moved from his hair down to his shoulders, gripping the suit jacket material they found there.

“God,” he said as he breathed out a laugh, “what’re we doin’, sweetheart?”

“I… I dunno,” you replied with an equally breathy laugh. “Is it bad that I don’t want to stop though?”

Jack was sure the smile he gave was seven shades of smitten.

“Only if it’s bad that I don’t wanna stop either.”

You grinned at him then, your hands moving back up to his hair as you pulled him in.

Within moments the two of you were back to where you’d left off. The world around you ceased to matter, as did the fact that he was technically making out with his boss’s (and technically his own) assistant that was over a decade his junior.

In his office.

In the middle of the workday.

At least his colleagues had long since learned to knock whenever his office door was closed.

Still, as he brought his hands up your side and brought your shirt up with them, something in Jack’s mind stalled. He couldn’t quite pinpoint his hesitation, until you sighed into his mouth.

He liked you. Really, truly cared for you. This… thing you’d both stumbled into, whatever it was, was leagues different than any of the other clandestine relations he’d ever had. He’d never had feelings for any of them, never really cared what happened after he’d “loved and left” them, so to speak. But you?

You were different. You were someone he wanted to see again. And again. And again. He didn’t want you to simply warm his bed or the surface of his desk for a few hours. He wanted more.

And that meant he couldn’t approach this in the same way he had the others before you.

“Hang on, sugar,” Jack said softly, pulling back and replacing your shirt. He placed his hands on your hips and gave you one last chaste kiss on your lips before he looked at you.

“I… is everything okay?” you asked, hands on his biceps. You were nervous, he could tell.

Truth be told, so was he.

“Yeah, darlin’, everythin’s fine,” he said softly, watching as you deflated slightly in relief. “I just… I just don’t wanna get too deep in this ‘fore we talk about what this even is.”

You gave him a smile laced with sadness.

“I know, this is just a one-time thing. You don’t have to say it.”

Jack’s brow furrowed.

“Whaddya mean?”

“I’ve… I’ve heard the stories, Jack,” you said softly. “I know how this works. You’ll pick someone, share a night, then go on your way. It’s alright, no shame in that. Truth be told, I… I’m just glad you picked me. Even if it is just for a day.”

Oh, how he hated his reputation. Especially in that moment.

“Baby, no.”

Now it was your turn to furrow your brow.

“This ain’t… I mean…” Jack fumbled. “That’s not all I want outta this. Unless… unless that’s all you want?”

You tilted your head, casting your gaze aside for a moment before returning it to him.

“Tell me what you want first,” you said, “then we can… figure it out.”

He nodded, trying to piece together his thoughts.

“There’s… there’s a lot you don’t know ‘bout me yet, sugar,” he said. “An’ I promise, I’ll tell ya in time. Just know that this whole ‘more than one night’ thing is… new to me. Been a right long time since I’ve had it. But that’s the thing. I want it. Didn’t realize quite how bad I wanted it until you came along. The more we talked, the more we were together, I just…”

He closed his eyes and felt your hand cup his cheek, encouraging him to continue.

“Remember that time over in Colorado?” he asked. “You went with me for some business conference. Middle’a winter. All the trees an’ mountains were covered in snow, and you couldn’t stop talkin’ about how pretty they were.”

Jack’s eyes opened to find you staring at him softly, a look on your face that he immediately matched.

“I think I knew then that I wanted more’n just a one night stand,” he admitted. “I wanted to take y’out on dates. Curl up with you by the fireplace when it got cold. Take ya back to see those mountains. I wanted to kiss you goodnight and tell you good mornin’ when I woke up next to you.”

“Jack…”

“That’s what I want,” he finally said, “but only if you want all that too. I… I know I’m older, an’ I don’t want you to think I’m tryin’ to take advantage of ya or nothin’. You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions. And if that decision is to… just have some fun then go find someone your own age, then… then I accept that.”

Jack looked at you, small and vulnerable as he waited for your answer. At first, he couldn’t read your expression. He could only watch as you looked him over and gently pet at his hair.

“I want what you want,” you finally said. “I mean, I want all of that stuff, too. I think I have for a while, but I couldn’t say for how long.”

He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“We’ll have to… discuss some boundaries,” you said.

“Of course. Anythin’ you want, darlin’.”

Jack would go out right that minute and spend the rest of the day trying to lasso the sun out of the sky if you told him you wanted it.

“For now,” you said softly, “I think what I want is for you to kiss me again.”

He smiled so widely he felt his cheeks ache.

“Well then, who am I to deny my sweetheart?”

#agent whiskey #ghost scribbles #agent whiskey x reader

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Win or Lose | Childe x F!Reader

relationship - Childe x F!Reader rating - E - this is... pretty filthy warnings - spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, vaginal sex, use of c*nt word count : 3.2k ao3 - here notes - this has literally just been known amongst me and my friends as the “childe spanking fic”.... so yup, enjoy

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In one fell swoop, Childe’s successfully pinned you to the ground.

You had gotten distracted when he winked at you during your sparring session (cheap tactic – you think irritably) and then stumbled over your damn feet and before you knew it, he’d swept you to the ground. The laugh he’d let out sent a wave of irritation through you.

When you clamber onto your knees to try and get back up, he drops down next to you, a hand pressing firmly against your back and pressing your face down onto the ground beneath you. You let out a discontented noise, squirming and his other hand moves to your wrists, holding them together behind your back.

“H-hey! Lemme go,” you complain, wriggling. The position you’re in is certainly less than appropriate – face down, ass up - and you squirm uncomfortably.

“I must admit, you do look quite good like this,” Childe says, sounding far too pleased with himself. You can feel your face heat up and send a glare back at him. This isn’t the first time one of your sparring sessions has ended questionably, but the way he teases you still sparks a whirlwind of emotion in you.

“Oh, shut up,” you shoot back, half annoyed and half embarrassed.

Without warning, you’re met with a sharp stinging sensation blossoming across the swell of one ass cheek and you choke out a noise of surprise – he actually just spanked you. Molten heat comes to life in the pit of your gut, fast, too fast, and you grind your teeth irritably.

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to the winner of our little match?”

“You didn’t win-“

You’re interrupted by another slap, your voice breaking off in a shocked gasp. He laughs at you, actually laughs and you feel frustration bubbling in your chest. Squirming, you try to wiggle out of his grasp but he just tightens his grip on your wrists, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

“You could stand to take your loss a little more graciously.”

He spanks you again. The pain makes you arch away from him, your body attempting to curl inwards but then you arch back, pressing your face against the floor, tilting your hips back as your control wanes. Dammit.

“Oh, good girl,” Childe praises and you want to melt away, shame fluttering through you when his words send heat curling in your belly and between your thighs.

“Sadist,” you snarl, and he laughs again. You can feel him shift next to you and you see his shadow move into the corner of your vision. His hot breath fans across your neck and he leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Masochist,” he counters and you huff in response, wriggling.

You yelp in response as a hand collides with your ass again, but this time his touch doesn’t relent. You feel his palm move in slow circles over your abused cheek and you can’t help but let out a small relieved noise, pushing back against the contact.

“Don’t you wanna be good for me?” He inquires and you chew on your cheek nervously, eyes flittering about. “No?”

You’re about to open your mouth to reply when he spanks you again and this time the noise that escapes you is neither shocked nor pained, but a soft whine.

“If you’re good, I’ll give you a nice little reward,” he singsongs, voice a tempting whisper in your ear. “Even though you lost. What do you say, huh?”

His hand slowly slides down the back of your thigh, then back up, fingers tracing a line inward, dangerously close to your center and you can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Nervously, you glance back at him and his blue eyes are trained intently on you, waiting for a response. When you give a shaky nod, he grins dangerously.

“Count,” Childe instructs you simply and before you can say anything, his hand meets your ass. You arch back at him and he grabs one abused cheek roughly before drawing back and spanking you yet again. You mumble. “Reward’s off the table if you don’t count.”

“One,” you say quietly. He does it again and a broken little noise escapes you. “Two.”

“Louder.”

“Two!”

Childe says nothing, but continues his punishment. With each smack, you feel need curl in your belly, your resolve wavering, voice tightening as the sting of the contact turns into something sharper, darker.

You whimper when he yanks your pants down your hips, shoving them to your knees. He takes your underwear with them, leaving your ass bare, and you feel the cool air against the heat of your core. Almost instinctively, you try to squeeze your thighs together to cover yourself and Childe responds to your actions with another slap.

“Should I leave bruises today, girlie?” He asks, almost absentmindedly, his gloved hand caressing and squeezing one abused cheek. A chuckle escapes him as you’re about to reply and you feel him slide a hand between your thighs, pushing them further apart. “Well, would you look at that?”

“You’re dripping,” Childe informs you before you feel a finger slide up your slit and he presses down on your clit a little too hard, earning a cry from you. A shudder overtakes you momentarily and you feel hot and cold in one fell swoop; lust clouds your mind and you can’t help but grind back against the contact. “Oh, look at you. So eager.”

“Childe – please.”

“I did say I would reward you, didn’t I?” He asks, soft but teasing and you whine when he stops touching you. “Good things come to those who wait, right?”

He spanks you again, gloved hand colliding with the tender, abused flesh of your ass and you feel your cunt clench desperately around nothing and all you can think of is how badly you want.

“Ah!”

“Count again.”

You start over.

One.

Two.

Three.

Your head swims, sensation overwhelming you. With each strike, the ache inside you grows and at nine, the pain threatens to overtake your arousal and as if he knows, he pauses.

“One more.”

The last slap makes you cry out, teeth digging into your lower lip as you try and bite back tears. “T-ten.”

You hear Childe hum appreciatively and he skims his gloved fingers softly over your tender skin. You wince for a moment, then relax under his gentle touch.

“What a good girl,” he praises you and you can’t help the desperate little whimper that escapes you. “Are you ready for your reward?”

You nod as well as you can with your face pressed down into the floor and cast a needy look back at the Harbinger. He’s looking at you expectantly, still running one hand over your abused ass. As good as Childe is at hiding his feelings, you can see his pupils blown wide with lust, and it sends a wave of hunger through you.

“Please,” you say. “Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” Childe repeats, expression splitting into a dangerous little smirk, one brow arching high. “You already need it that bad, girlie?”

“Childe,” you plead, your voice needy and quiet. You’re not sure you’ve ever wanted someone to take you so badly before – shame is out the window and all you can focus on is how aroused you are and the ache between your thighs.

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “Who am I to deny such an obedient girl her reward?”

His grip on your wrists relents and you bring them forward to brace yourself against the ground, swallowing nervously. You can hear the jingle of his belt as he undoes it and you glance back at him. You watch hungrily as his cock springs free from the confines of his clothes and you can feel your face flush, mouth watering and you suck your lower lip into your mouth.

Childe moves between your calves, knocking one knee against your thighs to spread your legs further and you arch up at him eagerly.

His cock presses against you and a gasp escapes your lips, one hand flying to cover your mouth and trying to stifle the noise. You blink and he’s already grabbed your arm and yanked it back.

“Oh, no,” he says. “You asked for this. Now you’re going to let me hear how much you like it.”

“Childe, I - ah!”

He presses into you without warning, filling you in one thrust and you let out a broken moan. The stretch is divine agony – your walls fluttering around him as your body struggles to adjust – and your breath escapes you when he sheathes himself to the hilt. Childe curses and groans, hands finding your hips and gripping so tightly you can feel his nails digging into you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, easing his hips back and sliding out of you almost completely. You whimper and look back at him.

“Childe…” He grins at you in response.

He thrusts back into you without warning and you cry out, arching back at him as he fills you again. You’re woefully unprepared for the way his cock stretches you – body stuck somewhere between aching and craving – and you whimper pathetically.

There’s no hesitation before Childe sets a rhythm, fucking into you insistently and fully, every thrust leaving you gasping.

“So tight. Such a good girl for me,” he says, interrupting your thoughts and you tighten around him at the praise. He pauses mid-thrust when he feels it, a chuckle escaping his mouth and his hands glide from your hips up your back, fingers dancing over your spine.

“Fuck, d-don’t stop,” you stammer, pushing your hips back against his. “Please.”

“Go ahead,” Childe speaks. “Fuck that pretty little cunt on my cock.”

Your eyes roll back as you start eagerly start pressing backwards against him, using him for your own pleasure. A whimper escapes you, one hand flying between your thighs to attend to your neglected clit. He grunts, a hand coming back to the abused swell of your ass and Childe spanks you again.

“Ah!”

Your pace stutters, hips canting at an angle and your walls clench around his length. He lets out a breathless little laugh when you do and you can feel the blunt edges of his nails dig into your hips.

“I didn’t say stop, girlie.”

If your body wasn’t strung so tightly, maybe you’d be embarrassed, but the way Childe fills you up leaves you stupid – eyes rolling back, a hot shudder going down your spine when you fuck back at him desperately. Your adrenaline is still so high from the sparring session all you can focus on is the pleasure building in your gut and the slick sound of you fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” the harbinger groans and you can feel him start meeting your thrusts, the pressure of your orgasm mounting higher as he hits deeper, harder, and you whimper. “What a good little slut you are for me.”

He presses back into you insistently now, fingers gripping you so tightly his nails might break skin, and the stinging sensation is lost somewhere in the hazy swirl of heat that coils in your gut.

“Yes – yes – yes, fuck, please, Childe!”

“Maybe next time I’ll fuck you in Foul Legacy form,” Childe pants, keeping his pace steady. “Really fill you up like you want, huh?”

You can’t help but picture it – the visual of him looming over you in his armor, caging you in with ease, claws tearing at your clothes as he splits you in two – and you’re gone. Your climax crashes into you and all you can do is keen, a hand flying over your mouth as your cunt spasms around Childe’s length. Loudly, he laughs.

“Did you just come?” He asks. His voice is cruel, taunting, and you feel a wave of shame wash over you momentarily when he stops fucking you. “How cute. You’re so pathetic.”

Something tightens in your belly at his words and you sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You open your mouth to reply, mind still lost in a haze of pleasure and then he starts fucking you in earnest – giving you no respite after your orgasm. He slams his hips to yours repeatedly, filling you relentlessly and you can feel your limbs going weak from the intensity of sensation he’s subjecting you to.

He changes angles and suddenly you’re too full, thighs shaking with the effort of keeping yourself together. The way he pounds into you has your head so fuzzy you can’t focus on anything but how overwhelming the feeling of him fucking you is, a cry tearing from your lips.

“T-too much, too much, please, fuck!”

“Too much?” He parrots back. “Tell me to stop, then.”

There’s a momentary lull in the pace of his movement and when you whimper helplessly instead, walls fluttering around him, he laughs. It’s cruel and taunting and so good and you moan when he resumes fucking you.

“That’s what I thought. You like when it’s too much, huh?”

He’s close – you think, maybe, but you can’t think straight - but the desperate way he fucks into you and the breathlessness in his taunts certainly makes it seem like his control is unraveling.

“Can you come again for me, girlie?” Childe spurs you on, leaning forward and down against you before snaking a hand between you. Fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit and he draws slick circles around it, eliciting a wail from you at the feeling of sharp, unrelenting pleasure. It’s so much, too much, and your body can’t decide between pain or pleasure, eyes welling with tears as your hips cant back at his and you cry out.

“Please!”

“Fuck,” he groans. “One more for me. One more. Wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

His words push you further to the edge and you blankly register the feeling of his mouth against your shoulder, hot, heavy breaths tickling your skin and then he fucks harder into you, hips colliding with yours and before you know it, you’re crying and begging.

“Close! Ah - ha, close, close, please – Childe!”

Tears cascade down your cheeks and you sob as the tension tightens unbearably in your abdomen. You gasp for breath, your cunt tightening greedily around his dick.

“Come - come for me. Come on. Be a good girl and come for me,” he hisses in your ear, humid breath tickling across your neck. A noise rumbles from his lips, deep and desperate and then you feel his teeth press into your shoulder and you crumble.

Stars burst behind your eyes as Childe pulls another orgasm from you, the tight curl of tension in your belly suddenly releasing, and your mouth opens in a silent scream, nails digging into the ground. You hear him curse loudly from behind you, pace stuttering as he gives you one last, forceful thrust, and somewhere between the immobilizing pleasure, you think you can feel the way his cock throbs, emptying himself inside of you.

It takes a moment for your senses to return to you, heaving deep breaths in the aftershocks of your climax, and when Childe pulls out of you, a whimper escapes you, the feeling of emptiness causing you to tense and tighten around nothing.

“Shit,” you mumble quietly, face stained with tears as you try to hold yourself up on your arms. Behind you, the harbinger grunts and you feel him run a finger up your thigh and to your cunt.

“Look good filled with my cum,” he comments, a little breathless, a little tired, and then swipes a line up your slit, pushing some excess of his seed back into your abused hole. Your hips jerk and you hiss, reaching back to slap his hand away.

“Quit it,” you complain. “Sensitive.”

“Whoops,” he breathes with a small laugh before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and then he pulls your pants back up your thighs, his attempt at redressing you lazy, underwear sitting skewed across your hips.

Shakily, you push yourself up onto your aching knees, fixing your clothes and you glance back at him. Childe’s still flushed, the pink tinge across his cheeks just starting to taper off, fingers hastily redoing the buttons on his pants and he looks up at you once he does. He flops back onto his ass, propping himself up with one arm.

“C’mere,” he says and before you have a chance to respond, he tugs you into him, back to chest and his arms wrap around you. He nuzzles against your neck and you squirm. “You alright?”

You hum and nod despite the humid warmth radiating between the two of you. “What time is it?”

“Dunno.”

“Think we went past the time I reserved the training room for?” You ask, leaning to the side to look at him. He laughs and then shrugs.

“Maybe,” he says nonchalantly, but then his eyes narrow as he smirks. “Although I did preemptively dole out a punishment for you, after all.”

You hum and look away, sighing and glancing at your hands and the dirt under your nails. “Hm. And what makes you think I’ve learned my lesson?”

There’s a pause before you look at him again, trying to stop yourself from smirking at the surprise in his eyes, and then he laughs, throwing his head back, eyes crinkling closed. Once he stops you watch his mouth curl into a little smirk, head tilting to the side curiously.

“Is that so?” He inquires.

“Maybe.”

His response is to thread fingers through your hair and tug – just gently enough to pull you back and bare your neck to him – and a feeling flickers to life inside of you - warm, content, languid.

“Troublesome girl,” he murmurs, voice tinged with affection and you let a smile tug at your lips. His mouth presses to your cheek in a quick kiss before he lets go of your locks. “Lucky you look so damn good crying for me.”

A knock at the heavy double doors of the room stirs the both of you from your comfortable haze.

“Two minutes,” Childe calls loudly enough for whoever it is to hear before untangling himself from you. Tiredly, you lean on each other to stand and you can’t ignore the pleasant ache that radiates from between your thighs. Once you collect your things, the two of you wander to the exit. There’s four recruits standing at the door looking irritated, but when they see Childe, their expressions change.

“Sorry about the tardiness,” you attempt to offer.

“You’re thirty minutes over,” one of them complains.

“Ah, don’t worry about it – my fault, really,” Childe says before anyone else can interject. “I’ll make sure she’s properly reprimanded. Room’s all yours, recruits.”

They file past you quietly and you swear you hear one of them whispering to another about what kind of “punishment” Tartaglia would possibly dish out. When the door slams shut behind them, you give Childe a look.

“Reprimanded, hm?” You inquire.

“Reprimanded,” he parrots back. “Now how about you go get yourself cleaned up, girlie? We can work out the logistics of a suitable punishment later.”

“When would that be?”

“My office. Tonight. Say nine?” He suggests – and it’s not really a suggestion so much as a demand but you nod anyway.

“Yes, sir,” you acquiesce and you can see his gaze darken just slightly. He waves two fingers at you before turning to wander off and you do the same.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he says from a few feet away and you pause, glancing back at him. He grins dangerously at you over his shoulder, blue eyes flashing.

“Don’t bother wearing any panties.”

#genshin impact fic #genshin fic #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x female reader #my writing #nsfw.txt #genshin smut

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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On Simeon and what it means to be an angel

The beautiful, gentle angel who can smile through just about anything. But what's underneath the ever-present smile of his? Is he really just pure, sweet, and kind?

Not at all. Simeon can be very mischievous at some times, and scarily wrathful at others. Some of you may be thinking, just what kind of angel is someone like that? Well, let's talk about that.

(includes spoilers up to lesson 52)

Starting with the idea of what angels are supposed to be like - the common, pop-culture characterization of angels is that they are pure, merciful, peaceful beings who can only do good and are horrified by anything dark or bad.

And admittedly, Simeon doesn't seem to quite perfectly fit that mold.

[Disclaimer: Neither mod of this blog belong to the Abrahamic religions, so this is purely from our own research]

In terms of how angels have been described in various scriptures, however, this isn't actually what they are like. Angels act on behalf of God, and are usually not meant to have any free will of their own. The thing that separates angels from demons is not a tendency towards kindness and purity, but that their actions are aligned with God's desires rather than their own. What this means in effect is that, both in actual scripture and in the game, angels can and will do things that are a lot less pure and peaceful than their modern mainstream depictions would suggest.

For example, there is a part of the Bible (at least in various versions) where it is mentioned that an angel was ordered by God to kill one hundred eighty-five Assyrians, leaving their camp full of dead bodies in the morning.

The poet Rainer Maria Rilke states in his The Duino Elegies - "Every Angel is terror".

Seraphim - which is what OM!'s renditions of Simeon and Lucifer both formerly were - are basically six-winged snakes. Cherubim, as OM!'s Beelzebub formerly was, are actually multi-faced humanoid-lions with wings. "Do not be afraid," is a line angels often say when they meet humans because they are just as scary-looking as demons - just they're, you know, the "good" ones.

Actual descriptions of angels aside, even in-game, we are presented with example after example that angels are not perfect "pure and good" beings either. The game itself emphasizes this point at various times - if you upset Simeon during Surprise Guest interactions, one of his displeased lines is: "Just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I'm all forgiving." In lesson 51, though he initially says he left Satan to be with the Angel versions of his brothers for Satan's benefit, if MC actually agrees that he was just being kind, he is surprised that they really believed him.

It's not just him, either. Similar to Simeon's upset reaction, if you give Luke a present he doesn't like, he says, "I know I'm an all-forgiving angel and everything, but even so, this is a little too much..." When MC briefly lands in the past, the brothers actually describe Simeon as the least intense of the seraphim. Back when the brothers were angels, Lucifer was still known for being strict and arrogant. On the more extreme end, Raphael was known for keeping the angels in line via the pointy end of his spear, as Asmodeus fears will happen to him as punishment for going to a party. And Michael himself, the top-ranking leader, who one might think should be the most angelic of angels, is described as a sadist. In the Angelic Demons event, Michael even gets Simeon to give the demon brothers cursed bracelets that temporarily turn them into angels. It's not a very nice prank to pull on them, as it makes the brothers miserable to be converted back to their old forms, not to mention that the curse goes so far that they are turned into the caricature of overly nice and polite angels - but as it could be considered more in line with pulling them towards "God's will," this would actually be considered a good angel thing to do.

As the game points out, being the least intense doesn't exactly make Simeon easygoing, either. In fact, we have seen at this point quite a few examples of Simeon's rage. As a play director, he berates the brothers so much over any mistakes that they call him a dictator. Not to mention, the reason they are in the play in the first place is because the entire previous cast quit because they couldn't deal with him.

Later, when he and Luke are running the Angel's Halo, he drags the brothers into helping out. Though he is shown still smiling, everyone agrees because they are terrified of his menacing aura. Even Diavolo, when on the home screen, remarks about hiding because he made Lucifer mad again, but it's Simeon who he calls "the one person in this world I don't want to anger."

On a much lighter note, some of his less "angelic" behavior also comes from his playful, mischievous side. As referenced earlier, he is surprised if MC believes he was just being nice, but if the player says they thought he was pranking Satan, it gives intimacy points with him, and he says:

He also joins in on the teasing of Luke, having his name as "Luke (Chihuahua)" in his D.D.D. contacts. Multiple of his home screen lines also show how much he loves messing with Luke in general:

"I'm free right now, so I think I might go and tease Luke."

"Luke is like a Chihuahua who thinks it is a German Shepherd. Cute, huh?"

"I'm back! I was so excited to meet you that I left Luke behind."

"If you don't eat enough breakfast, you'll turn out tiny like Luke."

Plus, in dance battles, one of his chibi poses is him teasingly scaring someone, while Luke has a corresponding scared pose, suggesting that he may be meant to be scaring Luke in particular.

He also gets MC to mess with Belphegor when they are looking for him, instructing them to kick the tree that he knows he's probably asleep in as hard as they possibly can.

However, while none of those things make him any less of an angel, there is evidence to support that he is, in fact, a "bad" angel in a different sense.

As the two Celestial Realm exchange students, Simeon and Luke represent two opposite ends of a spectrum of angel attitudes. Luke, having still been very young when the Great Celestial War happened, has been taught to have very uptight views of the demons, insisting that they are evil and should be avoided at all costs. When he first arrives in the Devildom, he is terrified at the idea that the two of them could get corrupted by the demons and fall. This is the prevailing attitude taught in the Celestial Realm: that demons are wicked, and that angels are inherently better than them.

By contrast, Simeon does not hold this view at all. He is happy to spend time with the demon brothers, and doesn't look down on them for falling. On the home screen, Luke complains, "Simeon is too sweet to demons! He's sweeter than a cake from Madam Scream's!" In the Rain, a Fire and Simeon Devilgram story, Simeon even talks about how he actually prefers the hustle and bustle of the Devildom, feeling that the Celestial Realm feels too quiet now.

This difference between him and Luke is not only expressed in his fondness for the demons, either. Simeon understands the nuances of good vs evil, and he himself seems to operate in shades of grey at times, rather than being perfectly aligned with Michael's (and by extension, it's implied, God's) wishes. More than once, he displays quite a flippant attitude towards following the rules, such as his very hand-wavey dismissal when MC asks about his lying.

Luke also calls him out on his disregard for rules, saying that Simeon is just too loose about following them:

However, this glib attitude should not be taken to mean that Simeon doesn't know exactly what he's doing. When it seems the only solution to restore stability to the three realms is for MC to sever all their pacts with the demon brothers, he quickly realizes that the other option, the Ring of Light that used to belong to Lucifer, must be hidden among Michael's things rather than lost to time as everyone thought. He tells Luke that he needs to go back to the Celestial Realm to take care of something, but he is firm that Luke should not come with him - because he is going to steal the ring from Michael, a risky, rebellious move that he doesn't want Luke to get involved in. He is perfectly aware of what he's doing, and actively chooses to do it anyway, consequences be damned, because he wants to do what he feels is right.

When Michael does confront him about it, he's not the least bit sorry, either. In fact, he sasses him and talks back, unafraid to show disrespect to God's top angel.

We also know that he's been demoted at some point. Luke tells MC that Simeon is an archangel, making him one of the Celestial Realm's warriors, or as Simeon himself has jokingly described it, a "low-level grunt" who is overworked by higher-up angels like Michael. However, during MC's time travel back to the Celestial Realm, we learn that Simeon used to be a seraph right alongside Michael and Lucifer. It is again referenced during the fairy incident, when he makes the low-level grunt joke again but is then reminded that he was a seraph at this point in time. We're not sure yet why he was demoted - there's a lot of speculation on this point, and we can't draw any definitive conclusions yet - but if we take that being a "good" angel means being obedient to Michael and God, we start to get a far less rosy picture of Simeon's good standing as an angel.

What does this mean? Is he a "bad" angel? Kind of, but not for the reasons some may think. His mischievous, devious, and playful side is not what makes him less angelic. It is his more rebellious, nonconformist way of doing things that actually opens up the possibility of him gradually getting further and further away from being an ideal angel, and potentially putting him on the path of falling from grace.

#obey me #obey me simeon #om! simeon #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me analysis #character study #so now that we are outlining these .. they're all long #yes we said we were gonna focus on demons but #we also got to talk about our fave angel

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banannabethchase · 3 years

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Magnus and Alex meeting Percababies for the first time?

Thank you SO MUCH for this prompt! I so enjoyed writing this.

All in a Name

Alex and Magnus go to visit Annabeth, Percy, and their new tiny human baby in the hospital. Except feelings happen. And feelings are hard.

“She’s so little,” Magnus says, his voice almost reverent.

Annabeth smiles up at him, and Alex takes the moment to process what he’s seeing: this is family. This is a real family, with a mom and a dad exhausted but happy, with a cousin visiting to help…

And then there’s him.

Alex feels a little like he’s choking. He realizes that he’s either going to throw up or run away, and he knows which option is better. He runs.

“Alex…?”

But he’s out of the room before Annabeth can add anything more to his name.

It’s not until a few seconds pass that Alex realizes he’s having a panic attack by the car. His head is spinning, his lungs hurt, and his shoulders feel like knotted ropes pulling on his sanity.

“Hey, baby, wait.”

There he is. The little golden retriever of a man, half stumbling over his own shoes to get to Alex.

“I can’t,” Alex says firmly. “I’m not – I don’t…” He trails off, watching his hands shake harder.

“You can’t what?” Magnus asks. His voice is soft and shaky, but his hands are steady as he tentatively reaches out to rest a hand on Alex’s cheek.

Alex can’t. But he also can’t stop himself. Alex leans into the touch, and, even without Magnus’ LiteBrite power, it makes him feel better, makes him relax. “Magnus, I don’t belong here.”

“Neither of us do,” Magnus says, looking confused. “Hospitals like this feel a little weird for, you know. Dead people.”

Alex manages a smile. “I mean – here. With you guys.”

“Why not?” Magnus asks.

Alex shrugs. "I should just go -"

“No, nope. We gotta figure this out.” He moves his hand from Alex’s cheek and instead rests it on Alex’s shoulders. “What’s going on?”

Alex can’t quite meet his eyes. “I don’t want…” He trails off, and decides to start again. “I don’t know how to be part of this.” He gestures pointlessly, trying to say it without saying it. "This family."

“This family?” Magnus asks.

“It’s different from Floor 19, okay?” Alex explains. And then he can’t stop it. “We're all dead up there. Everything is weird and there's no babies. The two of them – Annabeth and Percy – they look so happy and exhausted but they love each other, you know? They care about this baby. I don’t even know what that’s like!”

Magnus drops his hand to take Alex’s. “That’s okay.”

The two of them are quiet for a while, Magnus being patient as ever while Alex tries to figure out what to say to explain the chaos in his head. “I guess it’s just weird – Annabeth and Percy love this kid, right? Like just as they are. My parenting examples are,” he pauses, trying to find the right word, “shitty.”

That draws out a laugh from Magnus, and it’s soothing like honey to Alex’s ragged heart. “Shitty’s right.” He puts on a dopey voice. “Hey, Mom, you’re the literal entity of evil, but wanna come to my dance recital?”

This time Alex laughs. “Fair.” But his smile fades fast. “I just don’t want to bring any of that – of that negativity or whatever. I don’t want to mess up that miniature human.”

“You won’t,” Magnus replies, with that same sort of firm surety he exudes. “Even when you get weird, their friend Clarisse is way more abrasive than you are.”

“In that case, I have a new friend to make.” Alex squeezes Magnus’ hand. “Well, two.” Magnus lights up again, but this time it’s literal. “Okay, LiteBrite, you’re gonna confuse the hospital staff.”

“Right,” Magnus says. “Sorry. Just.” He grins. “I like babies. And I like that I get to like, hang out with a baby.”

Alex quirks an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, hang out with? Are you going to pull out the Xbox and play a little COD with some Taco Bell?”

Magnus rolls his eyes. “Oh, shut up. Let’s go.”

“Oh, shit!” Alex says, covering his eyes. “Wait, not shit. Fuck. Damn it. No!” He steps backward, colliding with Magnus. “I’m so sorry. I should have knocked.”

He can hear Annabeth’s exhausted laugh. “I’m just breastfeeding, Alex, chill. Plus, we’re all family here.”

Alex moves his hand, though still pointedly looking out the window.

“See? I told you,” Magnus says. “You’re stuck with our family. Welcome to being a Chase.”

Alex wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, fine, but we might have to combine our names or something.”

“You could be the Fase family,” Percy says. “That way anybody messes with you, you can say, ‘Hey, get out of my Fase.’”

Magnus and Percy crack up, while Annabeth and Alex groan. Even the baby burps, but the four of them argue about whether it was in agreement that it was a stupid joke or a groan of exhaustion.

“So, what’s her name?” Magnus asks. But there’s something odd in his eyes when he asks it, as his eyes flicker over to Alex.

“Alexandra,” Percy replies.

Alex freezes in place. “What?”

“Mostly in honor of the Library of Alexandria, and Alexander the Great,” Annabeth says, “but also, you know. We wouldn’t have given her this name if we didn’t love you.”

Alex feels a weird prick at the back of his eyes. “Hmm?”

“Accept it,” Percy says, “I mean, yeah, Annabeth has had this name in her head for, like, her whole life, but, if you’re cool with it, we were hoping our kid could have the same kind of name.” He grins. “Plus, her nickname is Ali already by accident.”

“My fault,” Annabeth says. “I couldn’t talk all that well after giving birth.” She points to the baby. "Bowling ball out of a drinking straw and all that."

“Fair,” Alex says, feeling a little shaky. “Like, seriously though?”

Percy and Annabeth nod, in sync with each other in a way Alex hopes to reach with Magnus. “Only if you’re cool with it.”

Alex considers it for a moment. He’s never told anyone which exact name is his birth name, because it’s nobody’s goddamn business. He could be Alexander or Alexandria or Alexa or Alejandro, for all they know. But they’re asking his permission, and they’re checking in with him, and –

He realizes in that second. This is what family does. Family checks in with you and connects with you and…and shares names as an honor, not an expectation.

Alex nods, managing to choke back any tear. “Yeah, of course,” he says, grinning down at the tiny human. “Yeah. Alexandra. Ali.” He can feel his smile growing a bit watery. “That sounds great.”

Baby Ali makes a weird gurgling noise, then pulls away from Annabeth and makes more weird noises.

“You want to hold her?” Annabeth asks, covering herself up. Alex thinks she’s already pretty natural at this parenthood thing, and, if her background is half as chaotic as Magnus has explained, that makes Alex think he may have a chance as a good Funcle.

Alex realizes he hasn’t respond for a second, then nods. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”

It’s not until Alex has Ali in his arms, with Magnus next to him on the little bench, talking about gods knew what, that it hits him: he's doing this. He's doing it well. And he can tell, because the baby's making odd gurgling sounds that sound relatively happy.

“She’s awesome, isn’t she,” Magnus says. “What do you –”

Annabeth interrupts with a snore like a goddamn fighter jet.

“Um,” Percy says, laughing into his fist, “not to kick you out or anything, but I think Annabeth needs to rest.”

Alex laughs silently as Magnus picks up Ali and walks her back to Percy’s waiting arms, and follows Magnus to the door.

“Thanks for letting us come visit you guys,” Alex says, waving as Magnus laps Percy on the shoulder.

“Any time,” Percy replies, and Alex, finally, thinks someone other than Magnus means it.

#Fierrochase #Percabeth #Alex Fierro #Magnus Chase #Annabeth Chase #Percy Jackson #c: plans are for people without snarky quips #c: strength beauty power wisdom love #I don't have tags for my magnus chase weirdoes #in which Sara writes #PJO #HoO #MCGOA #MCATGOA #ToA #I guess?#So many fandom tags #It's ridiculous at this point

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ghostadventuresstuff · 3 years

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Zak Bagans x Reader

Y/N

When you and your best friend Zak first decided to try the whole 'friends with benefits' package a couple of years ago you came up with rules, but one rule stuck out from the rest. You couldn't develop real feelings for each other because neither of you wanted a serious relationship, that was then but things had changed over the space of a year.

It all started when the two of you got drunk one year at a convention and slept together, the next morning you decided you both liked it but didn't really fancy the other person. You were happy being friends who occasionally slept together, mainly when the two of you were drunk or needed a release after a bad lockdown. Come to think of it neither of you had ever had sober sex with each other, it just wasn't your thing.

The real deal-breaker came when you and Zak attended your sister's wedding and your family fell head over heels in love with him because of his charm. All night they kept coming up to you and whispering that the two of you would be walking down the aisle next and how cute your babies would be. That stung because as much as you wanted a real relationship, Zak just wanted to have fun.

Today you were breaking it off with him; there would be no more sex and maybe no more friendship. It would be awkward still being friends with him if he continued to hook up in front of your face. You sat nervously on his sofa twiddling your thumbs as he got ready for lockdown in the other room, it was now or never for you to make the move.

'Aaron is throwing a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me y/n. We can hook up in his room again, except this time we'll lock the door.'

You flinch as he leans over the sofa and starts kissing your exposed neck; all he ever thought about was where the two of you would have sex next.

Zak, we need to talk.'

You stand up and turn to face Zak who looks confused.

'What do we need to talk about?' He asks cautiously.

You motion between the two of you, 'we need to talk about this thing between us, there's no easy way to say this Zak so I'm just going to say it...I can't do this anymore...I'm done...'

What do you mean when you say done?'

You sigh and run your hand through your hair, you had a feeling he wouldn't take this easily, 'at the wedding, it was so hard seeing you get along with my family, they freaking loved you. Do you know how hard it was for them to keep telling me how perfect we are together? That it would be my turn walking down the aisle next, and why didn't I tell them I had a boyfriend. That night made me realise that I want a serious relationship, and I know you're not ready for that Zak so I'm ending this.'

He takes a step forward with some unreadable emotion behind his eyes but you counter his step and start walking towards the front door.

'Don't do this y/n. There has to be another reason why you're suddenly ready to throw 'us' away. Tell me the truth,' he begs.

You freeze as your hand hovers over the handle; he wanted to know the truth. This was how you lost both your relationship and friendship all in one night.

'The truth is Zak I broke the one rule. I fell in love with you. Goodbye.'

As you walked out of the door and out of Zak's life you couldn't help but shed a tear at what you were leaving behind. You loved him but he would never love you back, and he made that clear by not coming after you.

~ 1 YEAR LATER ~

ZAK

The last year had been awful ever since y/n left my life. She really did mean goodbye that night because she made it near damn impossible to track her down. However I knew she still kept in touch with Aaron because they were practically glued at the hip, I told him everything and he called me an idiot for letting her walk out of my life. I was in shock that night, I thought we were having fun but then y/n goes and drops the fact that she had feelings for me and that went against our agreement.

Did I have feelings for my best friend? That first drunken hook-up came about because I was too scared to talk to her sober so I got drunk as did she, and it was my idea the next day to make the rule. She said things changed at her sister's wedding and she was right, her family loved me and y/n looked stunning that night as we danced like goofballs on the dance floor and made good use of the open bar. But I thought she didn't want anything serious as well.

I hadn't hooked up once this past year, no girl could come close to how y/n made me feel and that cemented the fact that I in fact also had feelings for her, but that it was too late and she was out of my life. She stopped being our merch girl and the guys were grumpy without her and blamed me.

We were editing the next season of the show when I decided I needed a coffee break and headed to the local coffee shop. However, when I walked out of the shop I accidentally bump into someone but manage to keep my coffee in its cup.

'Shit I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.'

The girl laughs and there was something familiar that I couldn't pinpoint.

'No it's my fault...wait a second...Zak, is it you?'

Oh great, she was another fan. I was about to make up some lame excuse when she glanced up and both our eyes widened in shock. Stood in front of me was y/n looking as gorgeous as ever. What were the chances of us bumping into each other?

'y/n? Wow, you look good...I mean how have you been? Seeing anyone?'

Wow way to play it smooth Bagans, I sounded jealous about the last part because I had a gut feeling y/n had found Mr right and I wouldn't have a chance to tell her how I really felt. She laughs and shrugs her shoulders.

'I'm good, haven't really been up to much just drawing I guess. And no I'm not seeing anyone. In fact, this is going to sound stupid, but I haven't seen anyone since I left you that night.'

I was taken aback by her honest answer, though a part of me was glad she was still single.

'How are you still single y/n?' I gasp.

'I guess I just kept comparing the guys I dated to you, as dumb as it sounds. But enough about me Zak, How have you been? Is there a lucky Mrs Bagans waiting in the wings?'

I sigh and scratch the back of my head with my free hand. I was flattered no guy could compare to me so it made what I was going to say next easier, 'nope still single, in fact, I kept comparing girls to you and no one could come close. I guess what I'm trying to say y/n is that I was a bloody idiot a year ago.'

She tilts her head as if she was confused by what I was saying. I just needed to come clean about it.

'I shouldn't have let you walk out of my life. After thinking things over and some strong words from the guys I realised that I did, in fact, have feelings for you, I do have feelings for you. I love you y/n and I understand if you don't feel the same way because a year has passed.'

'I still love you Zak Bagans.'

Those were all the words I needed to hear from her perfect lips before I put my coffee down and swept her off her feet. I kiss her and was surprised but happy when she kissed me back. It was as if everything was falling back into place and the two of us could finally be happy.

'Will you go on a proper date with me y/n?' I ask.

She pulls back and grins like the Cheshire Cat, 'of course I'll go on a date with you Zak.'

I smash my lips against hers again not caring about the looks we got from people around us. I had my girl back and nothing was going to come between us ever again.

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After Class, You're Mine.

Fandom: Fate: Winx Saga

Pairing: Saul Silva/Reader

Rating: Explicit

After the freshmen specialists began to disperse his eyes were drawn to a young woman with a sultry pout on her lips.

'Well my classes are finished, ' she trailed off, stepping closer peering up through her lashes at the headmaster, 'and I've never shied away from hard work.'

A groan slipped pasted his lips, before stepping back and rubbing a hand across his stubble.

Unwittingly his actions drew her gaze and she wet her lips, eyes clouding as she remembered exactly how it felt between her thighs the last time they met.

A huff of laughter saw her gaze up at him in faux innocence as he crossed his arms, making the muscles bulge ever so slightly and an eyebrow raised. He jerked his head silently telling her to follow. They walked in relative silence to his office. He pushed open the door, gesturing for her to enter and locked the door behind her.

Neither could say who moved first just that they were suddenly pressed against each other kissing fervently. He walked her backwards to his desk, silently thanking that he'd bothered to tidy it, lifting her up and setting her down.

'here's me thinking you'd forgotten about me'

He scoffed, arms caging her in, 'as if I could, the freshmen just need a lot more work than usual. Soft lads the lotta them.'

He leaned forwards capturing your lips, flicking his tongue at the seam demanding entrance. You made breathy moans as you lost yourself in his kiss. Slowly he pulled back, eyes staring intensely into yours.

'Don't think for one second you haven't plagued my mind Fairy. Alls I can think of is how much I want to kiss you'

He presses a brief kiss back on yours lips before ghosting his lips down your neck, pausing ever so often to pepper kisses on the exposed collarbone. Meanwhile his strong, calloused hands trail up your sides sending shivers down your spine.

'To touch you'

He lowers himself into his chair and presses a kiss to your ankle before steadily moving up nipping and sucking.

'To taste you. To claim you again, and again, and again til the only thought running through your head is of me.'

He nuzzles your thigh and you hiss as the stubble pricks your tender skin.

He runs his fingers over her underwear letting out an audible groan of appreciation at how wet she is before hooking his fingers round the sides and drawing down her legs to which he pocketed them for later.

He descends upon her like a starving man, he never could get enough of her. And she was right it had been too long since he could sate himself between her thighs. He missed it all, her taste, her scent, how she weaves her fingers into his hair urging him closer. How she begs and pleads for more, til she freezes, back arched her greedy hole trying to suck him deep as she all but rides his face.

He pulls back, face shining, filled with a mixture of pride and awe at both how she looks and the fact that it was he who made her so. Any other time he'd gladly let her reciprocate but damn if all he didn't want was to bury himself inside her. So he did.

He hurriedly fishes his cock out of his pants not bothering to undress, just grabs himself in one hand, braces himself on the table with the other and slides home, both letting out deep groans.

He wasn't going to last too long, he thought, as he buries his face in her neck, biting lightly at her pulse wanting to mark her for all to see. A whimper breaks him out of his thoughts.

'P.. Please, Saul, please.' she begs hands clutching at his back needing more, needing less, just plain needing.

He pauses his thrusting, smirking as she whimpers once more. 'Please, what?' silence reigns, just breathy moans as she attempts to find some friction. 'Come on baby girl, use your words.'

She huffs sulking, before abandoning all pretense and pleads, 'Please. Please fuck me.'

'There's a good girl'

He fucks into her harder, faster than before, reveling in the feeling of her heat surrounding him, the feel of her. They move in tandem, a dance of which they had done many times.

Somewhere along the line she had lost all coherent thought and seemed only to remember how to beg and moan.

He brings a hand to her face, pressing two fingers to her lips and telling her to suck. She parts her lips, tongue darting out to lap and the digits before curing around them drawing them into her hot cavern.

He moans, he knows exactly what that talented mouth can do.

'Fuck, ' he breaths, 'such a good girl.'

In response she sucks at his fingers more, aiming to get them as wet as possible. He pulls the back, leaving her pouting before snaking said hand between them to encircle her clit. He determinedly rubbed her clit, moving in rapid circles to bring her to the brink. He feels it before all else, her cunt trying to milk him dry, before she positively wails and falls, boneless onto his desk. He fucks into her, snarling as he clamps onto her neck, once, twice before spilling inside of her. He carrys on pumping into her wanting to fuck her full.

She smiles at him with glassy, unseeing eyes before reaching a hand out to stroke his face.

He pulls out slowly, watching as cum began to trickle out of her swollen cunt.

She sits up wobbly, and with a wry grin says 'When you said claim I didn't think you would be quite so literal.'

But he doesn't hear, instead he surveys his handiwork, from her swollen lips to her marked up necked, down to her hard nipples and her utterly wrecked cunt his cock twitches in interest. Clearly he wasn't tired.

She smirks lightly before pushing herself to stand up and then pushes him into his chair. This time is different, it's not a hurried ferocious thing but one of deep hard thrusts and slow grinding.

He let's out an ouf she straddles his lap.

She tenderly caresses his face, her magic instinctively reacts to her desires, and vines slowly reach out curling around his legs and up to his wrists binding him to his chair.

She steadies herself with a hand on his shoulder before raising herself up til just the tip is still inside her before sinking down. Head thrown back, moaning as she's filled, the position grants a deeper penetration. She grinds on his lap, taking what she needs, her movements are slow and steady, just wanting to feel him. Their climax builds just as slow but creeps upon them and they both shudder to a stop. She let's out a little giggle before pecking him on the lips. She opens her mouth to say-

-Ben bursts through the door, in his usual hurried manner, shouting about a burnt one only to freeze at the picture before him.

He stammers out an apology slapping a hand over his eyes.

Saul growls at the interruption, not embarrassed at all. You though, your flushed and quickly stand before scrambling for your clothes.

'Er, arnt you forgetting something' Saul draws.

You turn confused before you realise you've left him tied up. You squeak out an apology, while your eyes glow and the vines recede. He tuck himself in and heads to his weapons locker.

He straps two swords to his back, checks his knife holsters, telling Ben to 'relax, its hardly the worse position you've found us in.'

Ben groans in reply 'Please don't remind me,' as he peeks hesitantly through his finger before giving a sigh of relief.

Saul slides his final weapon into place before cupping your face and dropping a brief kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter close at the fleeting contact.

'Go,' you whisper. 'I'll help ready the med bay.'

'Be safe,' you shout after them both, a heavy feeling settling in your stomach as you watch them race out to the barrier edge.

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