#I swear I've been working on this for weeks

[baronessvonglitter]

Behind Closed Doors

husband's best friend!Joel Miller x f!reader | WC: 2.1K

Summary: Your husband comes home early and walks in on you with his best friend - Joel Miller.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Adultery. Cuckolding. Threat of murder/violence. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Breeding kink. If it's not your thing you don't have to read. Reader is married (see Adultery above) and able-bodied with female anatomy but no description otherwise. No y/n. If I've missed anything please let me know!

A/N: this is the follow up to hbf!Joel head canon which I promised but have been remiss in working on until today. It was practically finished already! 🙌🏼 I'm on a roll this week.. I'm just glad to be getting these ideas out and on paper your screen.

fun fact for today: I have never cheated on anyone. Does a kiss count as cheating? If so, then I change my answer and I did cheat once. Oops.

dividers by @strangergraphics 👑

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HER??"

Your husband walks in to find you with his best friend Joel Miller. The guy he's been friends with since fourth grade, who played on the football team with him in junior high, who took the fall when he crashed his parents' car after a party one night, who was his wingman for years before he found you.

That same man is in his bedroom, fucking you, his lawful wife, while you're on all fours on the bed, taking his cock as if you've done so a dozen times before. He doesn't know that you actually have.

Joel falters slightly, his rhythm off a bit as he's taken by surprise by your husband's coming home early.

"Don't stop!" You squeeze your nails into Joel's thigh. He looks at your husband with an icy stare and gathers your hair in one hand to give it a little tug.

"I won't stop, darlin'.. he can watch me fuck ya." And you squeal as he snaps his hips against you, this time with a fury.

Your husband steps further into the room, his blood boiling as he yells at Joel with a voice that sounds like venom. "I SWEAR TO GOD, MILLER, GET OFF MY DAMN WIFE OR I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!"

You groan in frustration. "Honey, get out!!"

Your husband is shocked to hear you yell at him like this, especially in the situation you're in.

"GET OFF MY WIFE RIGHT GOD DAMN NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!"

"You're a bit too late for that," Joel says, his voice surprisingly even, before he starts to move in you again. His voice is like silk when he speaks next. "Darlin' did you want me to stop?"

"Please don't stop," you whine, pushing your hips back against his to keep him moving. Your actions and the pleading in your voice make him moan softly and his body reacts on its own. He looks back at your husband, making direct eye contact with him as he starts to move again.

"You hear that? She doesn't want me to stop."

You whimper as he moves again. The squishy sounds you make fill the room along with your sighs.

"YOU'RE A SICK SON OF A-" your husband yells, stepping forward as if to put a stop to it, but Joel gives him a warning glare.

"I wouldn't if I were you," he growls. "You come one step closer and you're gonna find out just how sick I can be."

His words make your stomach flutter. "Joel.. he's not gonna do anything."

But Joel doesn't take his eyes off the man as you speak, and he pulls your hair tighter. "You don't know what he wants to do.. he wants to kill me for what I'm doing with you right now."

"He won't kill you," you gasp at his hair pulling. "He won't kill you. He's in shock."

Your husband can't believe what he's hearing coming from you. He's shocked and angry. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" he yells suddenly, but Joel doesn't like that at all, and he snaps his head back at your husband. "Don't talk to her like that," he says firmly.

"Joel," you whine again. "Just ignore him. I need you.."

Joel looks at you again, seeing how frustrated and annoyed you are, and he can't ignore you. Especially when you say you need him. He looks at your husband again, his grip on your hair loosening. "She said she needs me," he says, almost challengingly.

With a huff you get up, straddling Joel. "So rude to keep me waiting," you murmur, riding him.

He looks up at you, his hands coming to automatically rest on your hips before he looks over at your husband, his eyes still carrying that possessive look. "You heard her," he says without taking his eyes off your husband, "You interrupted us."

"Get out!" you say, frustrated.

Your husband's veins almost pop out of his skin from how angry he is, but he doesn't leave, only looking between the two of you. "You two are SICK," he says in a disgusted tone.

"You're sick for staying and watching," you pant, leaning down to kiss Joel.

Your husband looks like he's about to explode, but then you lean down to kiss Joel and his eyes darken at the sight.

You swear you've never heard a deeper tone than when Joel growls, "Get out" in a firm and menacing voice. "Your wife and I are gonna finish what we started."

"Listen, honey," you try to reason as you slow down, grinding on Joel. "Joel's under our roof -- oh god! -- and while he's under our roof he's our guest -- ooh! right there -- and while he's our guest this is gonna happen."

Your husband looks absolutely bewildered by your reasoning, his face almost turning purple with restrained rage. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" he yells at you, but Joel has heard enough. "Keep your voice down. You're interrupting," he says firmly, gripping your hips a bit tighter, trying to get you to keep going.

You focus back on Joel, riding him the way he likes. "You feel so damn good.."

He groans softly and looks at you, his hands gripping your hips tighter, trying to get you to keep the pace on him a bit faster. Your husband is sitll in the room but Joel almost forgets about him when you ride him like that. "God, baby, you feel so goddamn good," he says, breathless. "You like ridin' me like this?"

"Yes! Oh you're so deep!" You ride him faster.

The way you ride him is almost maddening, and Joel can't do anything but let you take control of him. He groans and grunts lowly, the feeling of you on him making him almost lose his mind., He looks up at you like he owns you but then he suddenly realizes that your husband is still in the room watching, He looks over at him again, his eyes dark and possessive. "She likes ridin' me, don't she?"

Your husband's face is even redder now and looks like he's about to scream at you, but Joel interrupts him before he gets a chance to open his mouth.

"Keep your mouth shut," he says, his voice firm and low. "I'm still not done with her."

Your cries grow louder. You scream his name until you come.

"Goddamn baby, you are so perfect," he pants, his hands digging into your hips a bit harder, as if he's holding onto you for dear life. Your husband looks beyond horrified, like he can't process what he's seeing and can barely keep it together when Joel looks over at him again. "Her man doesn't like it when I make her moan like that," he says with a smirk.

You're still squeezing him with your aftershocks, whimpering and sweating. Joel is so close behind you, almost completely lost in you and how you look and sound on top of him, trying to keep yourself up. He squeezes your hips as you ride out your aftershocks and he groans lowly as he feels you still squeezing around him. His eyes meet yours and he give you a possessive look, the need to claim you written all over his face.

He looks over at your husband, who's still watching you from the corner of the room, and speaks in a low, huskier tone. "You see her? I bet you've never seen her come like that. Have you ever even made her come?"

Your husband is speechless, looking like he wants to yell at the both of you, but he can't talk. Joel sees the look on his face and he smirks before looking back at you again. He suddenly grabs your hair as he thrusts up into you and makes you look at him, his voice low and deep, a challenge in his tone.

"Who do you belong to, baby?"

"You, Joel." you whimper. "I belong to you."

He growls lowly at your reply, the possessive need in him taking over him completely. He knows your husband is still watching but he doesn't care. He wants you to say those words, he wants you to look at him and tell him you're his.

He pulls your hair a bit harder and puts his other hand on your hip, pulling you down on him again. "That's right, baby, you're mine," he says in a low growl.

Another orgasm crashes through you as you're stuffed full of him. You coming again, squeezing him so perfectly, is almost enough to make him explode right then and there. He groans lowly again, his voice like gravel as he feels you squeezing down on him. He leans his head back, almost like he's fighting the orgasm, trying to prolong the moment and make it last.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me come," he groans and then looks at your husband, taunting him.

"Want you to come, Joel. Want you to fill my pussy," you whine.

Your words and how they come out in a needy, impatient whimper are like music to his ears. His head is clouded by the need to claim you and make you his. He looks at you again, his eyes almost feral, then he looks at your husband once more. "You hear that?" he says huskily. "She wants me to fill her up."

Your husband looks like he's about to combust, his veins visible in his neck from how angry he is. Joel just looks at him, his eyes dark and a smirk on his face, his breathing still heavy and his voice huskier than usual. "Does that make you upset?" he asks, his tone mocking.

Your husband is in shock and struggling to find words. but before he can speak Joel suddenly looks back at you, his eyes darkened even more. "You want me to fill you up, baby?" his hands digging harder into your hip. "You want me to come inside you?"

"Fill me up," you beg. "Put a baby in me," you say, knowing it can't happen anyway but you have to shock your husband.

The idea of knocking you up makes everything in Joel feel primal. He looks at you, his eyes almost feral, possessiveness radiating from him. "You want me to breed you, baby? You want me to fill you up and give you a baby?"

"Yes," you moan. "Want you to fill me full.. let my husband watch you get me pregnant."

When Joel glances at your husband he's almost surprised to find him with his cock out, pumping it, spitting on it to make it glide.

"Yeah, fuck your fist. That's all you're gonna get while I'm here," Joel grunts to your husband. Then he flips you over, his hips housed between your thighs as he slams into you, relishing the loud cries coming from your mouth.

"Ain't gonna fill ya until you come for me, baby," he says, nearly gasping for air. "Gotta earn my cum, baby. Gotta earn it so I can put a little Joel in your belly."

His thumb circles your clit, moving clockwise then counter-clockwise, gentle and insistent unlike the way he's moving inside you, hips pistoning as he works you into another frenzied orgasm, wrenching one from you as easily as he always has.

Tightening and pulsating, lightning runs through your veins as you let go with a loud curse, body arching up, taking in every blessed inch of him. "Good girl," Joel coos, slamming into you until he's at the edge, and then he turns to see your husband, still crying and pumping his useless cock with his fist. With a snarl, Joel maintains eye contact as he pumps you full of his cum, fucking you until the last drop is deposited deep inside you, and when he finally pulls out he uses his tip to softly push it back in when it starts to dribble.

"There, baby, so glad I finally got to cum inside you.." he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, smiling as he sees your blissed-out expression. As an afterthought he glances at your husband, his fist full of come that spilled over as he watched you two.

"Not that I don't love usin' that pretty little mouth to swallow up all I've got," Joel adds fuel to the fire. "Or that tight little ass. I love fillin' up that tight lil' hole.."

With a smirk he rolls off you, gently caressing your belly, imagining it swollen, jiggling with baby kicks and your tits getting big with milk. "From now on I'm the only one who gets to come inside you, darlin'. Gotta make sure it sticks."

tagging those interested from the head canon: @itwasntimethatdidit40 @milla-frenchy @everybodylovedcontractors @probablyreadinsmut

@tateypots @eviispunk @thedilfdiaries @lanielooo21 @sunnytuliptime

@cxrsed-angel @joelalorian @myownwholewildworld @lilac-boo

@sawymredfox @aurorawritestoescape @604to647

@chewingbunny @sighofthetimez @coolranchdavidian

@tammythr @notgoingtomalta @amyispxnk @lokischocolatefountain

@megangovier @almostempty @tuquoquebrute @jinxispunk

@hotgirlbedtimescenarios @frannyzooey @la-vie-est-une-fleur29

@rabreu1414 @inept-the-magnificent @letsgobarbs @xkyxkyxxlylcylulucuflfluclu

and if I've forgotten any please forgive me 😅

[hencheri]

— true love never dies

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. husband!hendery x fem!reader

| warnings. noncon, infidelity, mean!hendery </3 (he's really not how i'm used to write him), toxic relationship, breeding kink.

| wc. 4k

a.n.: i've been thinking about this for soo long pls i'm only finishing it now :c i love him oops.

the stain on the stove doesn’t seem to want to go away no matter how fast and hard you scrub. you do it over and over again, hoping each time you pull the cloth away, it’ll be gone, but it isn’t. it’s there, taunting you, frustrating you. 

but you keep going, determined to clean it, to make it disappear. it doesn’t help that hendery’s phone keeps buzzing on the counter behind you, making you go mad at every notification he receives. who the fuck is sending him so many messages? 

as you scrub harder, the stain still there, his phone buzzing, your grip tightens on the rug and you swear you see red. 

you throw the soiled cloth away and groan out, clenching your fingers around the edge of the stove. why do you have to do all the cleaning anyway? it’s not because he works all day that he shouldn’t lift a finger once home. you sigh and turn around, your eyes falling on his phone. it’s facing down, hiding the flashing screen. 

it’s tempting to look, just see who’s bugging him so much. what if it’s important? hendery would like to know. 

but it’s wrong. if he left it in the kitchen it’s because he had nothing important. 

you shake your head lightly and go back to your chore, but another ring startles you. your heartbeat quickens and you feel your nerves picking up, that familiar knot forming in your stomach. the same one you feel with your husband as of lately. anytime he enters a room, your pulse accelerates, as if you did something wrong, like you’re about to argue with him once more. 

it’s been like this for a while, maybe for a couple of months—or probably more. it’s going downhill and the two of you know it. harsh glances from across the room, curt and snarled answers, tension in the air whenever he’s close to you. 

your doubts and curiosity take over and you reach for his phone, looking down at the screen. it’s locked, of course, but you can see the notifications are all messages, but from different numbers. you frown, sliding your thumb up and checking how many times each number sent a text to your husband. at least 5 times each… in the span of one hour. 

you exhale through your nose, closing your eyes for a long second. it’s weird, but this can be explained easily. it’s just your brain making you believe things that are obviously not true. 3 numbers texted him, it can’t be all from different mistresses. it’s stupid.

after taking a shower and brushing your teeth, you head to the bedroom. hendery’s already in bed, a book in his lap. the bedside lamp casts shadows over his face, his glasses hanging on his nose, black bangs framing his head. 

he doesn’t look your way when you enter and you act like you don’t know each other, not uttering a word. when you see him like this, it hurts. you just want to cuddle up beside him like you used to, but you hold back, as if touching your own husband is inappropriate now. 

you turn to your dresser and drop your bathrobe, letting it fall on the chair near the furniture. you take your pyjamas set and slip it on. contrary to your belief, hendery does look. his eyes linger on your naked back and then the curve of your ass. he appreciates how your panties hug it perfectly, accentuating the roundness of your butt. but when you’re done, he’s focused on the page of his book.

you join him and slip under the covers, silence heavy between you. you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds before deciding to speak up. 

“who… who was texting you?” you ask and his eyes leave his book, landing on you. “it kept distracting me,” you lightly chuckle, but it sounds unsure, unnatural—like you’re trying to avoid any fight.

“sorry,” he apologizes curtly, “it was dejun. he wants to work out this week-end,” he explains and you feel a little shameful for thinking hendery was being unfaithful. he’s just planning to hang out with his best friend.

“and… the other two?” you gulp, looking at him then back at the ceiling. 

it’s your husband, you have the right to know. you should be—you are—allowed to ask, but having doubts, isn’t it wrong? with everything that’s happening though, who can blame you? it’s like you’re living with a stranger sometimes. a stranger you love to death. 

“work buddies,” he answers quickly, no hesitation. “you know we follow the scores together.”

“there was a game tonight?”

“yesterday.”

you hum lightly in response. right, you’re just the worst wife, doubting your husband’s fidelity. you feel so dumb. tears appear in your eyes, but you wipe them away before hendery can notice anything and turn the other side. not long after, you hear him closing his book, putting his glasses on top of it, and turning off the lamp, finally burying the room in darkness. 

the silence weighs down on your chest and you feel like suffocating. it hurts. it hurts so badly. you can’t help it, you just really can’t.

“...dery?” you call and you think he’s already asleep, but the rustling of bed sheets proves he’s not. 

“yeah?” his voice is raspy, soft like a hush. 

you turn around toward him. “i’m sorry. i’m…” broken, hurt, sad… you don’t know what to say, but you want to say something, anything. “sorry,” you tear up, looking at his face in the dark, his eyes meeting yours. 

he says nothing, but you hear him swallowing, his breath quickening. no words come out of his mouth as you fit yourself closer to him either, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his skin under your palm before bringing his lips to yours. his arms come around your waist like it’s a habit—and it is, really, with how many times he encircled your body with his arms before—pulling you flush to his chest. you burn in desire, burn for your husband, burn for his touch. you love him so much.

the kiss is slow, passionate, almost desperate. he’s pressed so close to you, and you cry into his mouth. it feels good, the knot in your stomach going away. 

his hands subtly sneak under your shirt, his groping disguised into gentle strokes, and you grow needy, pushing yourself on top of him, knees dipping into the mattress on each side of him. you want him as much as he wants you. 

his cock in you is familiar and a relief. you grind on him as moans slip past your lips, his hands guiding your hips over his. your soaked cunt squeezes him like a vice and his eyes glint with lust, watching you—his wife—taking his cock so sweetly and lewdly at the same time. his lips are parted, groaning when you lift your hips up until only his tip is inside, dropping back down to take all of him. 

you lean down on him, his chest sticky with sweat, lazily rolling your hips, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes. your nails rake down his shoulders, leaving red trails on his skin. your mouth moves to his neck, kisses and bites eager to mark him, to see deep purple plotches bloom on his pale skin. he moans at the feeling of your teeth, tilting his head and exposing more of his neck to you. 

what could have been called romantic sex turns into violent fucking when hendery rolls you off and underneath him. his hand finds your throat, and as he looks into your eyes, you think for a moment he’s mad, but he quickly dives down to capture your lips, making you moan into his mouth. 

when he pulls back, you let out a high-pitched gasp as you get thrown on your tummy, hendery bringing your ass up to his crotch. he aligns his cock with your entrance and thrusts all the way in at once. he can feel your pussy flutter around him, your slicks coating his length, more sticking to his pelvis and the inner of your thighs.

“you get so fucking wet every time,” he says, gripping your hips, admiring your body, how you present yourself so well to him. “you’ve been thinking about me all day, weren’t you?”

if only he knew how much time you spend thinking about him—he wouldn’t need to ask. 

“missed you-” you moan, interrupted by a particularly deep thrust, “so much.”

he grunts, “i know you did.”

his right hand reaches out to take a handful of your hair, pulling harshly, the left one holding your hip, fingertips digging into your flesh. he pounds into you relentlessly like he’s getting some pent-up frustration out, fucking you like he actually means it—showing you his emotions, opening up to you and proving his raw, truthful love for you. 

he loves having you under him helpless and dumb, no desire whatsoever to have any control, letting hendery handle you how he wants—throwing you across the bed to pick you up and put you in the position he wants to see you in, always all teary-eyed and panting, drool escaping from the corner of your mouth once he’s forced his cock all the way inside of you. you give up so easily, no resistance, no thought, just desperation for the man that you love so numbly. 

his hips snap against your ass, sounds of skin slapping skin echoing in the room joined in with the squelching of your pussy, gushing around his cock, making a mess of your thighs. you’re desperate, really desperate. 

then, he feels the urge to see your face, stare at it—having sex the only time it feels appropriate to look at you like he wants you all to himself, body and soul. he pulls out of you briefly, and he doesn’t miss on the disapproving whine that leaves your mouth, but you’re rapidly satisfied when he flips you on your back, pushing his cock back into you in one thrust. 

he picks up his pace, no time to catch your breath, whimpering loudly as he rams his cock between your tight walls. he looks down, worrying he might have hurt you, but he’s amazed to see the subtle bulge in your stomach, moving at the same pace of his hips. you squirm underneath him which brings back his attention to you. 

he leans down over you, his head just beside yours as he takes a hold of your hand, placing it over your tummy. “do you feel me, baby?” he whispers into your ear and you nod, moaning, crossing your legs behind his back. “i feel you, too,” he says in a low voice, “so tight around me. so fucking wet and warm.”

you feel the knot in your stomach clenching, both from your near orgasm and the overwhelming rush of emotions. hendery feels that you’re close and puts his thumb over your clit, circling it until your legs shake and your hips buck into his. 

“fuck,” he slurs out, licking his dry lips, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, “gonna cum,” he breathes out, panting. 

he glances down and sticks his forehead to yours, his bangs hanging in front of his eyes. he watches as he fucks you till orgasm, your cunt tightening around his cock and making him groan. you moan when you feel him filling you up, a sensation you’ve terribly missed. 

you bring his lips to yours, hands behind his neck, pulling on his hair desperately. he stays in you until morning, only losing his warmth when he has to leave for work. 

—-

the space in the car is cramped and you struggle to move, the steering wheel hitting you in the back as you grind your hips over hendery’s, messily kissing him, his teeth biting your bottom lip. your dress has ridden up over your thighs, little to no fabric covering your ass except for your panties that has been pushed to the side to welcome his cock inside of you. you’re parked just outside of your house, but the desire to jump in his lap was stronger than you. he’s been looking too good all evening. 

his hands trail over your thighs, fingers fitting under the hem of your dress, touching you in the way he knows it makes you needy and desperate. he grips your hips and guides you over his lap, taking his cock so well, filling you up just right. 

you moan into his mouth, pulling back ever so sligthly, his half-lidded eyes staring at you drunkenly, as if completely enamoured of you. your stomach twists into knots and it’s like living your teenage crush all over again. 

but the illusion gets interrupted by hendery’s ringtone, phone vibrating in the front pocket of his pants. you smile at him and he seems a little confused until you reach into his pocket, pulling out his phone. 

you read ‘qian kun’ as the contact number and you frown, but you don’t lose your smile. “kun? i thought you told him we were dining out,” you say, looking at the phone in your hand.

“i did…” he responds, extending his arm to try and take his phone out of your hand, but you pull back.

“what? don’t you want to pick it up?” you grin, feeling playful. he smiles, letting out a small laugh, but for some reason he doesn’t seem to be keen on the idea. he attempts to take the device out of your grip once again, but you don’t let him. “come on, maybe it’s important…”

he doesn’t have time to say anything back as you pick up the call, bringing the phone to your ear. “hey, kun?” your voice is light, holding back your laugh. you look at hendery whose face is expresionless and this makes you lose your smile, feeling your heart tightens. why does he seem so tense?

as soon as you speak, the call ends. your husband is now avoiding your eyes and you see his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down. you glance at the screen of his phone, utterly confused and worried—your doubts coming back, but you don’t want them confirmed, anything but that. 

“he just hung up,” you chuckle, but there’s no humour behind it. hendery remains silent, looking outside the window. “unlock your phone,” you order, but he doesn’t even blink, so you insist. “open it!” you say louder, hitting his shoulder with your palm. 

your eyes fill up in water and your vision starts to blur, feeling so powerless, betrayed. you decide to do it yourself and clasp your hand around his jaw, pulling his head forward and placing his phone right in front of his face, finally unlocking it. 

with trembling hands you go through the last people he called. 

‘qian kun’, ‘kun’, ‘kun-ge’... 

why would there be 3 of them?

“why… why are there 3 numbers named after kun?” you ask, teary-eyed, throat tightening. 

he looks at you and it’s almost like his gaze is full of pity. pity for you. before he can take his phone you raise your arm up out of his reach, pushing his back against the seat, keeping him in place. 

“answer me.” 

as he keeps his mouth shut once again, you feel your hand itching, and without thinking twice, you slap your husband across the face. he scrunches his eyes shut, his head tilting to the side at the impact. his cheek slightly reddens, burning from the sharp hit. 

“it wasn’t kun who called, was it?” you question and he lightly shakes his head. you scoff and you instinctively recoil, your arm falling back to your side.

you tap on his messaging app and as expected, his most recent conversation is with ‘qian kun’. you quickly go through it, scrolling up and catching words he promised to only use with you. words that have meanings he should solely share with you, his wife. 

hendery does nothing, accepting to let you know the truth. giving up on the secrecy of his unfaithful relationship. 

you swallow and feel your tears rolling down your cheeks when you come across explicit pictures of himself and of the number he’s exchanging with. a woman your age, someone you don’t know that he probably met at work. 

the reality of the situation hits you hard, realizing what it means. 

your husband is cheating on you. 

you open the door to the passenger seat and get off of hendery hurriedly, his cock slipping out of you. when you feet land on the curb, you tug down on your dress, your cheeks hot and wet, feeling so, so shameful and hurt. 

“baby-” he calls after you as he tucks himself back into his pants, buckling up his belt. 

you storm off to the front door, throwing his phone away, not caring one bit if it shatters to the ground. hendery struggles to follow after you, but he manages to, entering the house behind you. you’re already heading to your bedroom when he closes the door, hearing your heels walking on the wooden floor. 

you take your suitcase out of the closet and set it open on the bed, scrambling to collect your things, throwing in clothes and random beauty products. you don’t even notice when he stands by the door, watching you put your stuff away in your suitcase in tears, looking so pathetic and totally destroyed—for real this time. 

your legs are wobbly in your heels and you trip over your feet, falling to your knees, failing to catch yourself up on the bed, but hendery is there to make sure you’re okay, reaching out to your sobbing form. 

“don’t touch me!” you burst out, your elbows knocking into his body and turning around to face him, putting distance between the two of you. “you- you cheated on me!” you accuse him, and you’re right this time. you weren’t crazy or a bad wife. your doubts were real. “you brought me to dinner, smiled at me, complimented me… and you- you touched me,” you say, looking up at him with glossy eyes, lips shining in your spit and tears. “all while knowing you were fucking some random bitch behind my back.”

you hate how he looks at you now, stoic and stern, his expression unreadable, always so unbreakable. he’s standing up while you’re crying on the floor, clutching to your chest that hurts badly, heart beating so fast it pounds in your skull. you almost wish he was trying to explain his actions with stupid excuses, or begging you to forgive his mistake, but he isn’t.

“i really thought things were going well again between us,” you admit. “i purposefully ignored all the signs because i was so desperate to have your attention…” you sniffle, looking down at the floor where a pillow lies. “but guess what, i was a dumbass thinking my husband would never be a fucking cheating piece of shit!” you grab the pillow and throw it at him before it falls pathetically to his feet, a lame attempt at getting out your anger. “how stupid am i to believe my husband loves me, right?” you say ironically, the first time he shows emotion on his face, his brows furrowing.

you get up to your feet with difficulty, taking you a second to balance yourself. “i do love you, baby.” his voice is soft and genuine, but you know better than to believe him after all those lies he told to your face without even flinching.

“cut the bullshit, dery.” you pass by him with the clothes in your hands you wanted to take, but you gasp out of surprise when he grabs you, bringing your back to his chest. you accidentally drop your clothes, his head finding a spot just beside yours. “i told you to not touch me!” you hiss, wriggling in his arms. “let go of me!”

but his hold only tightens, ignoring your nails scratching at his arms. “and i told you i love you,” he repeats, but his voice is not soft anymore. it’s a growl, an affirmation you can’t question. 

he walks you to the bed, then kicks your feet off the floor, planting you on the mattress under him. fear settles in you, feeling caged and helpless. what is he doing?

“dery, stop,” you say, trying to sound firm, but he doesn’t leave you any space, his body weighing down heavily on you. 

“don’t tell me what to do,” he warns, gritting his teeth as he speaks. he locks your arms behind your back, holding your wrists in one hand as the other fumbles with the buckle of his belt. you try to swallow the lump in your throat, more tears rolling down your cheeks, understanding the intention behind his actions. “i’m your fucking husband,” he states loud and clear, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck and making you shiver uncomfortably. “you don’t get to just leave me on a whim.”

you squirm, wanting to escape his grasp, but it’s useless as he holds you down forcefully, his strength easily surpassing yours. his free hand goes under the hem of your dress and he hooks two fingers under your panties, dragging them down without any effort, the band snapping against your thighs. 

“please, stop,” you cry out, “i- i don’t want to!” you try your best to convince him, but he’s determined to finish what you started in the car. “you cheated-”

he grabs your jaw, fingers pressing down painfully on your cheeks, making you stop what you were saying. “i swear to god,” he slurs out, “if you don’t shut your mouth, baby… i’ll have to be rougher than i actually need to be.”

his warning startles you long enough for him to free his cock out, prodding at your entrance, and with your slicks from before, he thrusts in effortlessly. he’s sheathed all the way in and you feel him pulsing in you, your walls clinging to him. you flinch, letting out a piercing sob, when he pushes the suitcase out of the way, colliding with the floor in a loud thud. 

he drives his cock back and forth inside of your pussy, but you don’t like it, you hate it, knowing everything that he did, what he’s doing. as much as the feeling of him is pleasurable, the betrayal is atrocious, your once cold and stoic husband now your abuser, pretending to love you and care for you. 

“feels so good, hmm?” he whispers in your ear, tucking your hair behind it, seeing how red and watery your eyes are. “you’re the only one i want, my love,” he coos, “the only.”

his words don’t make you feel how they should, they make you even sadder than you already are. it’s like a stab in the heart, again and again. but you take it. you keep your lips sealed unless it’s to cry or moan, you don’t fight, let him defile and use your body, let him fill you up with the promise of making you a mother. 

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a.n.: i realized i didn't specify it lol but the 3 numbers are all the same person, not multiple. not that it makes him less of a jerk lmfao but still...

[fatcathappycat]

10 *more* Ace Attorney fics that made me >LOL<

Reading AA fanfics on Ao3 has been my 'go to' choice for self-care this past year. The following are works that literally made me either snort, giggle, cackle or laugh out loud (or at the very least, smile hard ;) ). As usual, these are in no particular order, because creating a sense of order in life is an illusion, and fics are to be enjoyed and celebrated, not ranked ;p

1. By the book by zombiekittiez for crayoncompanion

Rating: T Words: 2,038 Read time: 10 mins

BOOK CLUB + DRUNK MILES!!! What more could you ask for, really? I come back to this one repeatedly for a hit of dopamine (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

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2. Maybe In Time (you'll want to be mine) by YourAverageBystander

Rating: T Words: 25,571 Read time: 2 hours

This one is so much fun!!!! Fast and loose, very sweet and funny as heck. And a really decent case fic to boot! #pocket noodles #lotta hart is a good friend

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3. Samurai Swear by 3musketears

Rating: T Words: 4,725 Read time: 20 mins

Lol Maya! Really lovely and funny one shot of Miles and Maya bonding over Steel Samurai.

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4. The Concept of Desperation by hi_its_ellis

Rating: T Words: 15,223 Read time: 2 hours

“O ho ho,” she says, actually enunciating each syllable, and he knows he’s fucked. “Miles Gregory Edgeworth. I have been placed on this earth to make you suffer, and I will not relent until I have succeeded in my goal.”

Another gem from a Narumitsu Master, I bookmarked this one when I was only on chapter two and have no regrets.

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5. a lie like a litany, cold and reformed by fictitiousregrets

Rating: T Words: 15,223 Read time: 90 mins

Fake engagement fic! This is part 2 of FictitiousRegrets' excellent Narumitsu week 2020 series! Well written, really funny and very Sweet! <3

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6. A Little Gift From Me To You by SapphireWine

Rating: T Words: 4,725 Read time: 20 mins

I am such a huge fan of SapphireWine's work and this fic series illustrates why. Part one is just brilliant and so funny. Triggered genuine, literal LOLs. Peak Larry. Read part two of the Burn for You series for the sweet (and slightly salty in a good way) sexy times. #Larry is a very good friend indeed

Enjoy!

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~~ The rest are all Kantayra fics, because sweet, short, punny and absolutely hilarious is their specialty. I had a very hard time picking only 4 (which is why I've snuck in a couple more at the end ;p )~~

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7. Seduction, the Wright Way by Kantayra

Rating: T Words: 833 Read time: 7 mins

Miles Edgeworth is attracted to ridiculous (of course he is! He’s Phoenix Wrights’s partner ;) )

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8. Freudian Slip by Kantayra

Rating: T Words: 3,833 Read time: 15 mins

Oh ho ho!! One of the punniest fics I’ve come across in a long time. Featuring Sebastian (Eustace) and Kay <33

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9. Miles Edgeworth: Demon Husband by Kantayra

Rating: T Words: 1,495 Read time: 7 mins

One of my favourite pieces from this Narumitsu master. Phoenix has a back ache and husbandy banter ensues…

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10. Legal Terminology by Kantayra

Rating: M Words: 961 Read time: 8 mins

This super fun ficlet definitely redefined for me what ‘smexy nekkid pics’ are for me ;)

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BONUS Kantayra recs SO GOOD I NEED TO SHARE TWICE!

10.a Turnabout Psycho-Lock by Kantayra for cuethesun Rating: M Words: 5,787 Read time: 25 mins Magatama-based shenanigans !!!!

10.b An Exchange of Hearts by Kantayra Rating: M Words: 8,209 Read time: 35 mins Maya and Edgeworth write fan fic Tears!! TEARS! I can’t stop laughing!!!!

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And that's it for now! I really hope you enjoy these as much as I have! If you haven't seen part 1 of this series, you can find it here:

AA LOL fics Part 1

If you have a fav fic that made you laugh, please share in the comments <333

[chimeride]

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.

at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.

[noliaert]

Finally got around to finish this one! Here's my ode to iwtv season 1! <3 I made both a version of bailey's claudia as well as delainey's 👍👍

Close ups 👇

[shima-draws]

Girls do you think it's cute when *erupts into a violent coughing fit*

[alongtidesoflight]

i swear my stepdad is so illogical AND stubborn it hurts

[lizardkingeliot]

Me last month: hm if I had to guess I’d say each chapter of this rockstar Lestat/photographer Louis fic should be around 5k…

Me today: okay so if I focus and believe in myself I should be able to keep chapter one under the 15k mark…

[necrotic-nephilim]

Hey there, are you ok?

hey! thank you for checking up on me, this was really sweet!

i SWEAR i did not die. i just got a bit busy doing SladeRobin Week (which i will finish so help me god-) as well as things in my real life. i'm still trying to find the balance of like. fandom creation and working. i am very lucky to have the living situation that i do rn, but it is the sort of schedule where i do have to be ready to watch a baby at really any given point so. it's a tricky balance right now, but i'm going to be active here again! maybe not as many asks answered a day as before, but i want to try to answer like, a few a day and whatnot.

i also think i got briefly overwhelmed, in that i got more asks faster than i answered them. which is the opposite of a problem and something i'm very lucky for! but it did make it difficult for me to keep up and know what to answer next. (this is *not* a discouragement to sending asks! i love them all and pls send as many as you want! i just am a little slow sometimes so i appreciate the patience! <3)

so! i'm back and i'm good, ty for asking! we are back to the regularly scheduled programming <3

[crystallizsch]

every time i look at my pfp of jamil's blazing jewel pose i just laugh

when someone pointed out he looks like he's having a migraine i just accepted it hshhd

[frankenbunnyships]

Hello self ship nation... Oh to sleep next to my fictional bf...

[glass-warehouse]

ok ok almost done. this baby is almost 9,000 words long btw

[pardonmydelays]

i think the funniest thing that happened to me this week is that i lost my job and yet i've never been happier lmao

[pine-arten]

i spent all yesterday making a semi-realistic slugcat base. i used sphinx cats as a reference, so they’re pretty cat like here

 i imagine they hold themselves different than an actual cat though, plus more robust shoulders for bipedal-ism

this is the survivor btw :) i think i’ll do monk next

[seokminfilm]

Tumblr said new post from seokminfilm,we know you'll love this 😭and i didddddddd

Your fics are literally the cutest thing everrr got me giggling and kicking my feet😭😭

AWWWWWW THANK YOU 😭 these words really made my night!