#having food on the table and a roof to sleep under is

[stahl-tier]

Someone please introduce this person to books

i have a brain problem that prevents me from understanding people who need so much specifically newly-released TV shows that they're upset by the prospect of going a few months without new ones being produced

like they could stop making video games and books today and I wouldn't notice until sometime in 2026. honestly if they'd stop making new video games for a while that'd be kinda convenient. everyone take a break and let me catch up. I still haven't even played Persona 5.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

They Didn't

Once there was a town far removed from the capitol. Its citizens lived according to the seasons and held that all things would fall as they should. So when the regime came under fire, they were not alarmed. They did not lock their doors nor did they send their strong ones to go fight. They knew there were good people out there who held their interests and fought for their country in their stead.

And, of course, they were right. The Monarch fell and a new Monarch bloomed in their place. Not a scrap of the war came to the town's doorstep. Of course their crops were less than they should be - seed trade had screeched to a halt two years ago - but they were alive and still citizens of their country which had always looked out for their interests before.

So when the new Monarch sent a representative to their village, they were curious. They had neither rebelled nor contributed. What could the Monarch have to say to them?

"Resources are scarce after two years of war," the representative said. "We have come to see what is needed."

The citizens nodded for this was to be expected. The war had hollowed out their winter stores and delayed major repairs to roads and roofs. They needed much.

They were glad for the representative's arrival, but there was much work to do. They set up their stalls for market and did not pay him much mind. There was not much fare to lay out on their tables. They spent their time arranging each vegetable to hide its bruising and to showcase the best side of handicrafts made with amateur hands.

"By show of hands," he said, "who needs new tools to work their fields?"

Such a silly question! The representative had to have seen their fields while riding into town. He knew the barren state of them.

(They did not see he rode in a covered carriage, so sick by the motion of the wheels that he could not open his eyes.)

Seeing no hands, the representative moved on. "Who needs grain to see them through winter?"

Again so silly! Their storage gaped open and empty at the other end of the square. Surely he knew they needed grain.

(The representative thought it charming to have an empty barn as a communal gathering place and made a note to bring the idea to his own hometown.)

"Very good," the representative praised. Not a single hand! He had been to 40 towns already. What a relief to have one not on the verge of collapse! "And your roads? Your bridge?"

At this, some of the villagers rolled their eyes. The last storm had wiped away their bridge. The representative had to take the long way to come into their town square because of it.

(The representative asked to take the long way into town as his report claimed the village had a rope bridge which would make him even more violently motion sick.)

"And shelter?" the representative asked, checking No on every box. He would have said they needed new roads, but what did he know? Not a single one raised their hand. They must be used to traversing such pitted and rutted roads. "Do you have adequate shelter for the long winter ahead?"

Villagers chuckled for they did not have adequate shelter now. The autumn leaves blew through their eaves and their thatched roofs were gray with age. They had no materials to repair them, nor talent. Did the representative not see that their carpenter's booth at the market sat empty?

(Next year, the representative will do a survey of the town himself. He will count the artisans and craftsmen for his census. He will sleep under their roof to judge their condition for himself. He will eat their food to judge its quality. This year...well. Too many needs in too many places.)

"Thank you for an easy visit," he said. He turned back to his carriage. "See you in the summer."

The villagers watched him go in shock. To think he would leave so quickly! Well, it was fine. He had seen their roads and roofs, their storage and fields, their empty market stalls and slim market fare. They didn't need to worry.

They didn't.

The representative hummed to himself as a distraction while the carriage dipped and rolled away from the town. He thought that it was very good that they needed no craftsmen or grain or tools. This village lay in a valley that would become impossible to traverse in the winter months. He would have to act very quickly if they needed help.

But good! They didn't.

[spdrvyn]

MIGUEL O’HARA — and places he’d kiss you in

rewatched atsv and was hit with a very strong wave of yearning for this man that (unfortunately) doesn’t exist so now we’re here! tagging @greensagephase too as she was the one who inspired me to write this, please enjoy!! (^_^) ♡

☆ his lab, at work

like i’ve mentioned a thousand times before in my other fics and posts, miguel isn’t the biggest fan of pda. he prefers intimacy when it’s just the two of you, without the crumbling pressure of his snoopy coworkers.

that is mostly why his laboratory is one of the most secure places in headquarters. with a platform that might as well be touching the ceiling, it grants utmost privacy to him and you. he enjoys it when you visit him, whether it’s to bring food or company, the fact you go out of your busy day to come see him makes his heart swell.

he loves to shower you in kisses in those fleeting moments you’re both together, before the day ends. he presses a kiss to your hairline, and takes a whiff of your shampoo. before he moves down to your forehead, your nose, then your lips. he’ll tell you about the day he’s had, you will tell him about yours in return, and he’ll wonder how he got so lucky.

☆ the park, early mornings

i’d like to think that miguel is a morning person. when he can, he goes on brisk walks in a park nearby to wind down a little before he starts a very hectic day.

you, on more than one occasion, have chosen to join him, which miguel feels guilty for most of the time. mainly because he thinks you need sleep, as adorable as you look when you’re tired. he notices how sluggish you can be when you join him, which is why neither of you give that big of an effort to make conversation. not like it makes the moment any less meaningful.

there is a way that the peeping sun reflects on you so beautifully. even with tired eyes, unkempt hair, and an “uncoordinated” outfit (according to you. but he’d be attracted to you even if you wore a potato sack), every inch of you from head to toe looks like it came straight out of a renaissance painting.

he will pull you behind a tree, pepper kisses to your cheeks, before kissing you senseless on the lips. he holds your face in his warm palms like a prized jewel, and each kiss feels slower than the next. his breath is hot against your mouth as he pauses before he leans in for one after the other.

☆ at a restaurant, dinner time

on date nights, it really depends on how both of you are feeling on where the location is. maybe, it feels nice to doll up and look nice, but if it’s too much effort, somewhere casual and near-by is sufficient enough for you and him.

either way, those nights are the ones where miguel’s romance levels are reaching through the roof. he simply can’t stop and won’t stop looking at you, and how stunning you are. he doesn’t know how you always manage to keep him relaxed, because even he knows about how high-strung he can get, but he always gets so eerily calm when you’re around.

while you’re in the restaurant, he will subtly hold your hand under the table. on the rare occasion, he’ll break his ‘little to no PDA’ rule, he will press kisses along the inside of your hand to your knuckles. he does try to be discreet, but the way you get so flustered by his boldness eggs him on.

☆ bonus: at home

when miguel comes back home, a lot of the time he lets his actions speak for how he feels.

normally, if you’re doing something when he returns, he embraces you from behind, lets out a huge sigh of relief, and clings to your back like a koala until you are both seated. if you’re on the bed or couch, reading a book or watching something on the tv, he collapses on top of you and puffs all the air out from your chest.

he will kiss you on your neck, or when he’s really tired, just leave his lips there. he’ll lay on your chest and kiss you there also, while leaving a trail down to your stomach.

i'm still so not over him. sorry to my cousin's friends who apparently read some of my stuff, i am not normal about this old man

[joelalorian]

Fall Into Me

dbf!Joel x f!reader

The first TLOU fic I ever read was a dbf!Joel story and it left an indelible mark on my soul. Unfortunately, I never bookmarked it so I have no idea which one it was. It's only natural that I had to try my hand at one at some point. So, here we are.

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 4.1k

Series Warnings: Mature to start, but will ultimately be Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. There will be angst, drama, fluff, humor, romance, smut... basically, the works. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname from her dad, which will be explained at some point.

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

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Chapter One: The Day That I Met You

If you asked him over a decade ago where he’d be now, Joel Miller would not have placed himself as a single father to a tenacious pre-teen desperately trying to keep things afloat. He spent too many hours in the week working to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He would be lost without the help of his brother and the few friends he had. He had no social life to speak of and could not for the life of him remember the last time he went on an actual date.

No, back then, Joel thought he’d be living the good life in ten years’ time – traveling, going out with the boys, maybe have a girlfriend or wife. Basically, just getting to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Don’t get him wrong, though. He was still living a good life; it just was a different sort of good than what he hoped for back in the day.

He loved his daughter with every fiber of his being. Sarah was the best damn thing that ever happened to him, his entire world, and he wouldn’t change the past ten years for anything. He bent over backwards doing whatever it took to make his little girl feel cared for, happy, and loved. He just wished there was a little energy left for something for himself at the end of the day.

Joel Miller was drained. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.

He awoke with a groan as the bright sunlight broke through the gap in his curtains. It was Saturday – his birthday – and he hoped to sleep in, at least a little. Between the brightness of the morning and the stifled sounds of clanging pans and voices carrying up the stairs from his kitchen, sleeping in was not happening.

He hauled himself out of bed with a groan worthy of a man twenty years his senior and stretched out his limbs to ease the achiness in his bare back and chest from too much manual labor. Throwing on a pair of well-worn sleep pants and a faded tee shirt, Joel slipped from his bedroom and down the stairs. He moved rather quietly for a man of his size, stealing a moment to lean against the entryway into the kitchen and watch as Sarah and Tommy worked together making breakfast.

The counters were a mess of spilled pancake mix, eggshells, and… was that coffee dripping over the edge and onto the floor? It was a toss-up on who made the bigger mess, his ten-year-old daughter, or his grown ass brother. Still, Joel could not stop the smile spreading across his face as he watched them laughing and teasing each other. That, right there, was the reason he worked so hard, why the loneliness was worth it.

When Tommy flipped the stovetop off, Sarah turned to find her dad smiling goofily at them. “Happy Birthday, Dad!” she exclaimed, launching herself at his chest. Her lanky arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her off the ground in a big bear hug.

“Thanks, baby girl,” Joel replied, pressing his lips to her forehead in a quick kiss before he settled her feet on the ground.

“We made you breakfast!” Sarah declared, gesturing toward the disaster zone formerly known as his kitchen.

“I see that,” he chuckled, voice still slightly rough with sleep.

Tommy turned with a smirk, hands grasping two plates filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. “Take a seat, brother. Let us take care of you on your birthday.” Placing the food on the small dining table, Tommy roughly patted his brother’s shoulders. “Don’t worry ‘bout the mess, I’m on cleanup duty after we eat.”

“We expectin’ company? That’s a helluva lot of food,” Joel grumbled. He needed coffee, stat.

“Yeah, JB is comin’ over to see ya before heading to the airport. His daughter finished grad school over the summer and is moving back home.” Tommy set more food and a full mug of dark roast coffee in front of his brother. The scent alone made Joel perk up a little.

The Millers hadn’t met you yet, having only become friends with your dad through work after you’d already left for college on the east coast. Your dad had a good decade on Joel, but he and the Miller brothers got on like a forest fire from what he told you. With visits home always short and rushed, busy catching up with family and your own friends, there was never time for your dad to introduce you all. Now you were coming home for good and would have plentiful opportunities for spending time with your dad and his friends.

“Speak of the devil,” Tommy muttered as the doorbell rang. Sarah bounded to the door to greet your dad with a hug. In many ways, the girl reminded him of you when you were young, and it always brought a smile to his face.

“There he is! The man of the hour. Happy Birthday, buddy!” Your dad, John, or JB as the Millers called him, ruffled Joel’s already mussed hair, leaving a few locks standing straight up in further disarray. Pulling a 12-pack of beer from behind his back, your dad set it on the table in front of Joel, topped with a little red bow. “I gotcha a lil’ something to celebrate.”

“Good man,” Joel replied with a chuckle. “Have a seat and help me eat all this. Tommy just told me your lil’ girl is coming home, finally.”

Your dad’s face lit up even more at the mention of you coming home. “She’s not so little anymore, but I sure am glad she’s moving back here. Said she had enough of the east coast, but I think she just missed her ol’ man.” After wolfing down some food, he added, “Think we could host a small barbecue here this coming weekend to celebrate? Your backyard is way nicer than mine and you got the pool and all.”

“Not to mention that fancy ass grill,” Tommy chimed in.

Swallowing a long sip of his morning go juice, Joel nodded. “Of course. Invite whoever you want. I’m looking forward to finally meeting your daughter.”

“Me too!” Sarah added. She heard a lot about you from your dad and hoped you were as cool in person as he made you out to be.

Joel’s mind started spinning upon hearing his daughter’s excitement. With her school hours being so different from his typical work hours, he was spending a small fortune on after school care for Sarah. She was still too young for him to leave home alone, especially on those days where he’s stuck late at a job. He was barely scraping by as it was and couldn’t really afford the cost of after school programs. Perhaps…

“JB, ya think your daughter would mind watching Sarah during the week while she’s home. Drop off and pick up from school and keeping her company ‘til I get home from work? I could pay her – it wouldn’t be much, but better than nothin’, I imagine.” He watched Sarah’s eyes light up at the suggestion and knew it was a good choice.

“I’m sure she’d love to. She wasn’t planning on finding a real job until after the holidays, so I know she’ll be free during the day,” your dad replied. “I’ll talk to her about it on the ride back from the airport and let you know.”

Three suitcases and a carry-on bag. That’s all you had left from six and a half years of pursuing higher education in North Carolina. You sold or gave away anything that did not fit into your luggage or hold sentimental value of your time away. Now, you were moving back home to save some money before you had to start chipping away at the mountain of student loan debt you accrued.

You loved learning, always have, but you were relieved to be done with school. Equipped with a bachelor’s degree in earth sciences and a master’s in education, you felt like a real adult ready to take the world of middle school by storm… well, starting after the new year, maybe. For now, you needed several months of limited to no responsibility to recoup your mental and physical energy. That last couple years of school really burned you out. Not to mention the last-minute rejection of a teaching position you thought was in the bag…

Anyway, you were better off leaving North Carolina behind and returning to Austin. You missed your dad something fierce and his particular brand of caring for you was exactly what your weary soul needed. It was you and him against the world, just like when you were a kid.

You flight was smooth and uneventful, yet you were relieved to deboard the plane. Something about being stuck in a tin can at the mercy of someone else’s ability to keep the thing from plummeting to the ground really aggravated your anxiety. Flying was something you would never enjoy; it was merely a means to an end when you wanted to travel long distances.

The journey to baggage claim was a slog with the crowd of passengers all heading to the same place. You were wondering how you’d wrangle three large suitcases by yourself when you caught sight of your dad. His broad smile took over his face when he spotted you, rushing over to sweep you up in a big bear hug.

“Hey Spud, how was the flight?” he asked as you waited for the baggage carousel to begin moving. “Looks like it was a full plane.”

“It was, but the flight was good. I’m really glad to be home.”

“Me, too, kid.”

You settled into a comfortable silence, watching various pieces of luggage pass by on the carousel. Your bags were scattered, and you had to wait several cycles to get all of them. Your dad lugged the final suitcase over the carousel with a grunt. “Jesus, what you got in this one? Bricks? A body?”

“That one has my gaming system and half a closet full of clothes,” you replied with a laugh.

Before long, everything was loaded into your dad’s truck, and you were heading back towards town. The radio hummed at a low volume as you both chatted about everything and nothing all at once.

“Hey, so I know you said you weren’t looking for full-time work until after the new year, but I have a proposition for you.” Your dad’s eyes stayed focused on the road, and you merely quirked a brow waiting for him to continue. “My buddy Joel – you know the one I told you about? Well, his daughter is ten and he needs some help with the school run and after school care. Our work hours aren’t exactly the same as elementary school, you know?”

You nodded, remembering all the times your dad spoke to you about Joel, as well as his daughter and brother. Despite never meeting them, you felt like you already knew their whole life story. “So, he’s looking for a nanny or something? I could do that. It would keep me from getting lazy while I navigate getting my Texas teaching certificate.”

Your dad grinned, one hand patting your leg. “I was hoping you’d say that. Joel will pay you, of course, but just… don’t expect much. It ain’t easy for him being a single dad trying to keep everything afloat.”

Again, you nodded, a soft smile creasing your lips. You knew all too well how challenging it could be for single parents, having grown up with just you and your dad. Much like what your dad told you about Joel’s experience with the mother of his child, your mom split when you were barely a toddler. Things weren’t always sunshine and roses, but your dad sure did his best to make sure you had a great life. Honestly, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, that life with your dad. You had a feeling it was much the same for Joel and his daughter.

“I’m happy to help, even if he doesn’t pay me. I’m sure his daughter will enjoy having a female influence in her life if nothing else. What’s her name again? Sarah?”

Your dad’s eyes twinkled with pride. “Yup, that’s it. I’m proud of the woman you’ve become, Spud.”

A mist of tears prickled your eyes as you mumbled out a “Thanks, dad.” After a beat, you added, “Must you keep up with that nickname?”

“Of course. You’ll always be my little Spud,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, by the way, we’re going to the Millers on Saturday for your welcome home party.”

“What’s all this?” Joel questioned as Tommy and Sarah placed a heavy, wrapped package on the table before him along with a few smaller presents. The remains of a birthday cake sat nearby, having been delightfully devoured by the Millers while celebrating Joel’s birthday.

“Just a little somethin’ from me and Sarah,” Tommy replied, a boyish grin alighting his handsome features.

Joel gazed between them with curiosity. Not big on celebrating his own aging, he rarely got big gifts. “You wanna help me open this, nugget?” Sarah’s eyes lit up, small hands reaching to tear the wrapping paper into shreds. It only took a few moments for the contents to be revealed, leaving Joel confused at the modern contraption sitting in front of him. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“You play video games on it, dumbass.” Tommy harumphed as he began a diatribe on the features of the gaming system – he had one just like it at his place and it provided hours of entertainment when he didn’t feel like going out. “I figured it would be a good hobby for you since you never want to join me in going out.”

“Huh,” Joel grunted in return, brows furrowed as he read the instructions on how to setup up the machine. His attention was diverted by Sarah shoving the smaller parcels into his lap.

“Here, dad! These go with it.” Together, they tore into the wrapping paper to find several video games, a few of which were family friendly. The final gift was a spare controller for the gaming system so he and Sarah could play together.

Despite still being unsure that the gift was a good fit for him, Joel was grateful to Tommy for the effort. “This is too much, man. You shouldn’t spend this kind of money on me, Tommy.”

His brother waved him off. “I found a great deal and you never get anything for yourself, brother. You deserve something to indulge in. Believe me, you’ll have fun with this.”

The rest of the evening was spent with Tommy setting up the system and showing the father-daughter duo how to play some of the games he picked out. The living room filled with lots of laughter and teasing, and Joel found himself really getting into the fun of the video games.

After tucking Sarah into bed, Tommy showed Joel a game that was too violent for the little girl but entertaining for the men. The game was set in Washington DC which had been ravaged by a brutal pandemic and the main character was part of a group of agents fighting off nefarious gangs trying to take over the city. Joel caught onto the gameplay quickly and the two men found themselves building the loadout for Joel’s character, taking out bad guys, and chatting well into the night.

At two in the morning, the pair looked at each other with bleary, red-rimmed eyes and finally called it a night. Joel directed Tommy to crash in the spare room as he shuffled off to bed upstairs.

It didn’t take you long to get settled into your dad’s house. It wasn’t the home you grew up in and you only visited a few times after he bought it. After years living away on your own, you thought it would be an adjustment being under his roof again, but it wasn’t. He understood the need for personal space and never hovered unless you were hurt or sick. He gave you the downstairs bedroom – it was the largest in the house, with an ensuite bath and huge walk-in closet.

“Dad, no! Why in the world is this not your room?” you questioned when he placed your bags on the brand-new, king size bed he had delivered the week prior.

“Hell no, Spud. What do I need all this space for? I like the upstairs rooms better – the light is all wrong in this one anyway.”

You looked around, holding in a giggle. The room faced south, giving you just the right amount of natural light all day. That’s what your dad didn’t like. He preferred to live like a bat in a cave with blackout curtains and limited lighting.

“Alright, well, I love it. The natural light is perfect for me. I can actually put some plants on the windowsills. Thank you!” You kissed his cheek as he left you to get settled.

You spent the week rearranging the bedroom how you wanted it, setting up your gaming system, and putting all your clothes into the walk-in closet. Your dad hadn’t done much with the room other than furnish it, so you made a few trips to the store to get a bathroom set, floor lamps, and wall décor to make the room your own.

Before you knew it, Saturday morning dawned bright and warm. The day of your welcome home gathering arrived, and you would finally get to meet the Millers. An excited energy had you moving about your space in a flurry, tidying up and getting ready early. You’d seen some photos of the Millers that your dad sent you – Sarah was adorable with her dark, springy curls, and Joel… Joel was handsome, in a broody, overworked kind of way, with dark, riotous curls and big, warm chocolate eyes. Kind eyes, you called them.

“Hey Spud, you ready?” your dad called from the kitchen as you put the finishing touches on your hair. It was pinned up, leaving the smooth skin of your neck bare. The sundress you picked hugged your curves in just the right way, falling just at your knees in a flow of lightweight material. In early October, Austin was still hot, and you hoped the Millers’ yard was shaded.

“Bring a swimsuit! They have a pool!” he yelled as you grabbed the last of your things. Turning back to your closet, you grabbed a dark green one-piece suitable for family-friendly swimming and tucked it into your bag.

“I’m ready!”

Your dad smiled at the sight of you. “Let’s go then. We’re heading over early so you can officially meet the Millers and we’ll help them setup before everyone else arrives.”

“Sounds good. Who all’s coming anyway?” Your eyes widened as your dad rattled off a list of people he invited, including his work buddies and some of his and Joel’s neighbors. He would have invited some of your old friends from high school, but you all lost touch over the years. The party was turning out bigger than you thought. Your heart swelled with how happy your dad was to have you home for good.

The Millers lived in the same neighborhood, only a few blocks away, so close you could have walked if not for the scorching sun. The drive took only a few minutes before your dad pulled into the driveway of a two-story home similar to your dad’s, with simple landscaping and two wooden rocking chairs on the wide porch. Lovely and quaint, the house made you more curious about the people who lived there.

“Dayum! Get a load a JB’s daughter, Joel,” Tommy called from the living room, leaning over the couch to look out the front window. “She’s smokin’ hot!”

“Dammit, Tommy. Stop spying on ‘em,” Joel growled, sneaking a peek over his brother’s shoulder to do a little hypocritical spying of his own. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of you and he couldn’t break his gaze away, even as JB led you toward the front door.

“What was that about spyin’, brother?” Tommy teased, practically dragging Joel away from the window as a knock sounded against the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

Tommy opened the heavy wooden door revealing the pair of you standing there, matching bright eyes and wide grins greeting him. “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Tommy.” Reaching a hand toward you, Tommy completely ignored JB, who just scowled at him.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy,” you replied, offering him your hand and name in return. Joel’s scowl matched your dad’s expression as Tommy held your hand for several beats too long.

“Back off, Tommy,” your dad grunted, swatting at the younger Miller brother. “This here is Tommy’s brother, Joel. The one who actually owns this house and the better Miller, if you ask me.”

“Ain’t no one askin’ you, old man,” Tommy’s smart mouth shot back at your dad.

Joel ignored both men, eyes like dark pools as he gazed at you, awed at how small and delicate your hand felt in his. “Howdy, darlin’,” his voice rumbled from his chest. “Come on in. There’s someone else lookin’ forward to meeting you.”

Leading the way through the kitchen into the backyard, Joel felt the heat of your gaze burning his back. Were you checking him out? There was no way. You were beautiful and likely in your early twenties. He felt ancient, though he was only in his early thirties, the hard labor of construction work having taken its toll on him.

“Hi Dad!” a young, sweet voice called from a small swing set where a precious little girl entertained herself. “Who’s this?���

Joel introduced you to his daughter, leaving the two of you to get acquainted as your dad called him away.

“You were away at college?” Sarah questioned, motioning for you to take a seat on the swing next to hers.

“I was,” you replied. “But I’m back for good now.”

“That’s good. What grade did you get to? I’m in fourth grade.”

You thought about it a moment. “I guess it would be 18th grade. But you stop counting grade numbers after 12th and start using different words to describe what year you’re in during college.”

Sarah listened raptly while you explained the different terms, what you studied in school, and what kind of job you were hoping to get.

“You want to be a teacher?” she asked, awed.

“I do! I want to teach middle grade science.”

“I love science! Maybe you could be my teacher when I get to sixth grade!”

Joel returned with your dad and Tommy in tow to find you and Sarah having a blast. The little girl sat in your lap as you kicked your feet out, swinging as high as you could, singing some camp song you remembered from your youth.

“See? Told ya she’d love to spend time with Sarah,” your dad said to Joel. He couldn’t tear his gaze away, staring at the two of you with a glazed look in his dark eyes.

Shaking himself off, Joel turned to your dad. “Guess I better work out some details with her.” He stepped over to the swing set, taking a seat on the empty swing and hoping to the heavens above that it held his weight. He struggled internally on how to start the conversation and was just about to blurt something out when his amazing daughter saved the day.

“Dad! She wants to be a teacher! A science teacher! Isn’t that cool? Did you ask her about watching me yet? I think she’d love to.” Sarah rambled on excitedly, amusing you and Joel. Turning to you before Joel could chime in, Sarah turned to you with baby cow eyes, adding, “You would love to, right?”

How could you ever resist that look? No one could. Both you and Joel were powerless as you nodded, and the offer became official. Cell numbers were exchanged and before you knew it, you had a job starting Monday.

Hours later, slightly drunk on spiked fruit punch and buzzing with energy, you thanked Joel for hosting the barbecue and giving you a job. You kissed his stubbled cheek, forcing thoughts of how attractive he was as far down as they could go. You could not develop a crush on your boss. “I’ll see you Monday morning, bright and early!” you declared before following your dad through the front door.

TBC

[domesticgoddess22]

wish upon a cowboy

chapter 4: guilty as sin? - Joel's POV

pairing: raider!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: A rugged raider takes you under his wing after hunters leave you for dead. The two of you form a team and you quickly grow attached to him–mumbling, grumbling, protective Joel Miller. When you divulge your wishes to experience life before the outbreak, Joel decides to make them come true. All of them.

warnings: age gap (early 20s/mid 40s), praise kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, unplanned pregnancy, unprotected piv, canon-typical violence, light choking, dom!Joel, angst word count: 4.6k words (chapter 4) rating: 18+ explicit MDNI masterlist here

Joel knows he doesn’t have a soul left inside his body, that he should be feeling distraught over the damn deer just like you are, but he doesn’t really give it much thought. His mind is occupied with how your tits looked this morning and he knows he’s going to hell for it. 

He’s been stiff since the second he saw you, and it took every ounce of self-control in his body not to take you right then and there. But he didn’t, maybe because there’s still humanity left in him after all,  but damn did he want to fuck you. Badly.

These thoughts whirl around in his mind as he paces around in the middle of the woods. He’s been alone for so long, the last time he even had a good fuck–before he had you–was probably half a year ago. Once he had a taste of you… fuck–he needs to have more. 

Doubt and uncertainty cloud above him whenever he thinks about his self-restraint capabilities. He’s a man, you’re an attractive young woman–so much so that his instincts are becoming fucking hard to ignore. He’d already slipped up once, pumped an entire six month’s worth of his seed into you. He isn’t a good man and he knows that, he’s done a lot of things that aren’t right, but he could sure as hell blame the alcohol for that last bit. 

Tommy would surely be disgusted with what he’d done, sleeping with someone half his age. His brother was never able to look at him the same after the hunts. Joel can’t imagine Tommy would even be able to look at him at all for this. Not that he’ll probably ever see his brother again…

Tommy always had remnants of the man he was before and it showed. Joel didn’t have anything left, and even so, back before things went to shit, he wasn’t excatly a stand-up guy. He was young when he had Sarah, had to raise her all on his own so he did what he needed to. Stole–not cars but other things–and he lied a lot. Cheated his way through life just to make sure his kid had food on the table and a roof over her head. 

Eventually, his contractor business became more stable so he didn’t have to resort to being an asshole, but he did do other things he knew weren't considered by the general public as polite behavior. He had women to keep him company whenever Sarah was at school or sound asleep. He’d sneak out and get laid by some chick in cowgirl boots and a miniskirt that he picked up at the bar--and then he wouldn’t call them back. The next night, rinse and repeat. He’d done it so many times that he'd lost count of his score. 

That was another time, but the truth is, Joel still isn’t a great guy. If anything, he’s even worse now.

Yet, he still knew up from down and right from wrong, even if he didn’t choose right, he did feel like he took advantage of you, a vulnerable little thing. Needy. You’d probably do anything for any guy that took care of you like he does given the circumstances. Compared to Joel, most of your life you’ve been pretty sheltered and he could tell. Never had to kill anything when you lived in the QZ, only lasted two days outside of it by yourself, and ever since then you’ve had him to do everything for you.

You’re in the tent, sleeping like a little lamb and he’s a big bad wolf on the verge of losing his fucking mind, his dark eyes boring into the zipper of the tent. He remembers the soft cushion of your breasts against his arms, the way you felt up against his chest while he showed you how to hold the gun, how your moans sounded when he was driving his cock into your wet folds.

Joel wants you. Now.

A sinful smile curls at his lips when he thinks about how his spend dripped out of you that night, his mind wanders further into the lustful abyss, fantasizing about your belly growing swollen with his baby. 

He’s practically in a lustful trance right now, wanting to fuck you, fill you, make you his. 

Joel finds himself deep in the woods now, close enough to hear you call if you need him, but far enough away for him to have privacy. The bark of a chestnut oak tree is digging scaly patterns into his left palm. His belt is loose, the buckle is swinging around his thigh, jeans sagging around his crotch as he bucks his cock in his hand, furiously stroking it with the slick from his spit. 

It’s like he’s a damn twenty-something again, imagining you in that sexy pink bra of yours– and with a thong to match. He’d unhook your bra with ease, just as he’s done a million times, and then he’d watch in awe as your perfect tits were on display for him, groaning as he sucks on your perky peaks. Fuck your breasts were so full lately, maybe it was his carnivorous mind playing tricks on him, but he felt like they were just begging for his attention.

He’d press you up against the tree, spread your legs, and hook one of them around his waist. 

Then he’d slide your panties to the side to make room for himself, not bothering to take them off. Your pink pussy would be dripping, all wet and ready for him and he’d slip out a curse or two at the delicious view of your cunt.

The big head of his cock would line up at your entrance and then he’d press in, one inch at a time, slow and steady in his movements like he was holding his rifle and waiting for the perfect moment to pull the trigger. The feel of your walls constricting around his head would knock the breathe out of his lungs, again, and he’d bottom out with a loud groan. His rhythm would start off paced, giving you some time to adjust to his size, and then he’d pound into your little pussy, balls kissing your folds and his tongue tangled with yours.

Joel liked the way you tasted, fresh like summer rain with a hint of honey. You tasted so sweet. 

Needy girl, fuckin’ soaked on my cock. You like that? You like that, baby? Yeaaah, you like that. Lemme hear your little moans–tell daddy how much you like it.

Your moans were the sweetest sound, a song he was hearing for the first time at just the right pitch–the perfect cadence for him to come. Joel, Joel, Joel! Harder, please, please, more, ahhhhnn, Daddy!A mess of his spend decorates the dirt at his feet and the guilt seeps in as he looks at what he’s just done–and what he thought about did get it done. Yeah, he’s disgusting and he knows it but the pietist in him died at seventeen when he told his ma he wasn’t going to church anymore and just about kicked him out of the house. 

This isn’t the first time he’s jerked off to the thought of you in the last month–and it sure as hell won’t be the last. It’s the only thing keeping him from actually laying his hands on you. He’s replayed this same scene and–many others–in his head that he’s starting to run out of ideas.

He’s chased his own release at the thought of himself buried deep inside of you, over and over again. But it was never enough–he was hungry. And it was becoming impossible for him to feel satiated by his hand alone.

Back at camp, the venison is still cooking over the spit, the meaty smell permeating the air, surely making both of your mouths water. Joel’s eyes land on you, rummaging through your bag, frantically digging through each pocket like something was missing.

“Hey. You’re awake.” His low, grumbling tone sounds grumpier than he means for it to be. He’s still getting used to having someone around. At having a woman around to soften his nature instead of one of his old raider buddies he’d boss around or tell them to go to hell whenever they wouldn’t shut their yappers. “How are ya feelin’, darlin’?”

“Better. Just a little hungry now. How long til the meat is done?”

“That ain’t gonna be done cookin’ until dinner, darlin’. Help yourself to whatever you can find in there.” Joel points to the crate he built that’s packed with foraged goods and the spoils of your scavenger hunts in town. He drags his gaze back down to your hands, fingers digging into the muddy fabric. “Som’ wrong?”

“No.” Your lips pucker up whenever you’re cross with him, and he knows you’re up to something but he can’t help but fight back a smile at how pretty you look when you’re about to get sassy.

“Ya holdin’ on to that thing so tight, your nails are about to pierce through the damn denim.”

“Did you take anything out of my bag?” Your eyes snap to his.

Joel laughs through his nose in disbelief, and then he licks the back of his teeth and says, “And why would I take anythin’ out of your bag?”

“I dunno, maybe cuz I was sleepin’ and you thought it’d be funny?”

“No, I did not take anythin’ outta your bag while you were sleepin’. You’re welcome for carryin’ you back.” His voice is dry and even, not bothering to hide his lack of amusement.

“Ughhh… Sorry Joel. I’m just missing something important and I’m still a little out of it after fainting earlier.”

He adds a few sticks to the burning fire, eyes watching the meat cook. “You should drink some’n, stay hydrated. I uh-brought some fresh water from the creek. Just need to let it boil.”

“Thanks.”

“So what was it?” Joel says after you crack open a box of frosted mini wheats, a cloud of sugar and cereal bits explode when tear open the ancient plastic wrap.

“What was what?”

“The thing you dropped.”

“Oh.” You swallow down the dry miniwheat with a big gulp. “It was just stupid stuff–a pad.”

Joel narrows his eyes at you. “You just about ripped my head off over a damn pad?”

“They’re rare ya know?”

“Well let’s go back out and find it then.”

“No, no, no. It’s gonna be all dirty. There might be bugs on it and all that, I can’t use it now.”

Joel rubs his beard in thought, watching the fire dance in your big, beautiful eyes. Normal your face is so expressive, lit up with a sort of eagerness to live. But not lately. Something was different. It was subtle, but he’s taken notice of how your light has dimmed, how your once frequent chatter has been replaced with an eerie quietness. Joel starts to wonder what he’s done to make you upset. Making you accuse him of stupid shit he ain’t even done. He’d start to remedy the situation by acknowledging the events of today and apologize for the stupid shit he did that made you puke your brains out.

“I threw ya to the wolves ‘n I shouldn’ve done it. Just thought–I thought maybe you’d learn quicker that way.” He clicks his tongue, reflecting back on the horrors from earlier. “Next time we’ll start off with trappin’, start nice ‘n slow, then work our way up.”

“It’s all my fault that she suffered like that, isn’t it?” There’s a dazed, far-off look in your eyes as you gaze into the fire.

Joel is quiet in thought, not sure what to say to bring you comfort. He wasn’t built for that. Comforting people, that is. Not with words. All he knew how to do was protect… and kill. So he says the only thing he can think of to put you at ease. “The world is crueler now than it’s ever been ‘n ya can’t let it get to ya.”

There’s so much you haven’t had to experience yet, it makes you somehow innocent, almost untainted by the horrors of the world. He loves that about you, wants to protect your delicateness as much as he can for as long as he can. Shield you from anything that dares to corrupt your sweet soul–which is why he has to keep the dark side of himself a secret from you. The things he’s done, the people he’s killed, the torture he’s inflicted on countless individuals is something he knew you’d find downright disgusting.

Yeah, you knew he was a hunter, but he never filled you in on the gritty details of what that entailed. How he was so much worse than those hunters that left you for dead. Didn’t tell you that his brother abandoned him because he was a monster. If you found out, you might be scared of him, run away from him even. And he can’t have that. You're safe with him at your side and so this little secret of his is just to protect you, that’s all. You don’t need to know about his past or what he’s capable of.

Joel knows what’s best for you.

“It’s gettin’ cold now ‘n we need somewhere warm to stay soon.” Joel begins, cutting through the deer's breast with his knife. “Was thinkin’ we could head back to that cabin you liked so much.”

“Nah,” you say with that same distant look in your gaze and he had absolutely no fucking idea what was going on in your head. 

“Alright then. We could find another farmhouse, somethin’ more secluded than the ones we’ve been passin’. Think we might be able to find som’ nearby, near the creek ‘n the town.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you’re practically in a trance and Joel’s not even sure you’re actually listening, but he keeps talking to fill the silence–something you normally do.

“I’ve got a hoodie you can wear, it’ll be a little big on ya but it should do the trick ‘til we find ya som’n else.” He’s scrambling for words at this point. It isn’t in his nature to be the one driving the conversation, 

“Mmkay.”

Joel rests his elbows on his knees, folding his hands together. “‘S everythin’ alright, sweetheart? You’ve been quiet.” 

Eyes lidded, you look up at him. “Still feeling tired is all.”

“Get som’ore sleep. We can head into town in the mornin’ and get whatever you need. Maybe there’ll be pickled goods in one of the markets. Oughta be good for your stomach.” Joel is attentive to the fact that you have a sensitive stomach. First, it was the tuna, then you had a few instances where your nose would scrunch up in disgust if he tried to get ya to eat, and then the vomiting earlier today, all telltale signs that you were a delicate little thing.

He’s convinced that pickled goods will solve this little stomach issue of yours.

***

His hoodie looks good on you. He likes the way it’s too big for you, but despite that, he can still see the outline of your curves. After an hour of walking on an incline up into the town, you shed your layers to keep the heat at bay and Joel does everything he can to keep his eyes off your plump tits, barely held in place by your bra and spaghetti strap tank top. Were they always that plump?

He licks his lips and shakes the thought away. Getting a hard-on would be troublesome to hide from you, especially since the jeans he’s wearing today are a little tight.

Joel realizes that he isn’t interested in just sex with you, like all of the others he’d laid with. There’s something about you that he’s drawn to. Something that lights a flame in the dark chambers of his heart and gives him a purpose, a reason to live. Your enthusiasm and excitement for the world make him feel alive again, and it’s exactly why he’s so adamant about making sure he finds a way to knock out as much of your bucket list as he can.

These feelings that are developing toward you also explain why he feels an ache beneath his ribs when he sees how unwell you’ve been. Whether it’s the sickness you have or something else, he doesn’t know for sure, just knows it’s been dimming that beautiful light in your eyes and he’d give anything to make them shine again.

Up ahead, there’s a crusty sign that says Welcome to Taylor. You dip into the first convenience store that comes into view. Joel’s hand is on the small of your back as he ushers you in, carefully closing the door once both of you are inside.

Joel’s made it a habit to look for Twizzlers at every stop. “Sorry, darlin’. Looks like they’re all outta stock today.”

“It’s okay. I was actually in the mood for chocolate. See any around?”

“Chocolate huh? Never heard ya say that before. It’s usually all Twizzlers, gummies, and bright-colored candies that do it for ya.”

“Yeah, well I’m just in the mood for chocolate today.” You close the distance between you, hands resting on your hips, neck cranked up to look him in the eye. “That alright with you, cowboy?”  

There’s a cocky smirk on Joel���s face as he looks down at you, a little thing with a big sassy attitude and he’s glad to see that it hasn’t changed. He notices the rosy pink color of your lips and the thin layer of shine on your cupid’s bow that he can’t take his eyes off of. “You can do whatever you want, angel. I ain’t stoppin’ you.”

“Good. Let’s get moving then,” you say nonchalantly, heading for the door. Joel had already grabbed the last two jars of pickles and an old box of saltines that were hidden in the back of an old shelf. “There’s nothing else here that’s worth our time.”

“Ain’t true. There’s these,’ Joel argues, holding up a couple of composition notebooks and ink pens with what’s probably their last drops left to spare.

“What do we need with old notebooks and pens?”

“There’s an old community college down the main road,” Joel begins, awkwardly fumbling to finish the sentence as if completing it would admit something about what he feels toward you. “So you can go to school.” 

You stop in your tracks. “Last time I ‘went to school’ I puked.” 

“We’re gonna take it down a notch or two. I’ll show ya what school was really like back in the day.” 

Maybe it’ll put a smile on your face. Make you forget about all this shit.

Joel smiles when he sees how your face brightens up at the sight of the old college, bricks still red and distinct, nature not claiming it just yet. You both do a sweep through the main building, careful not to make noise and alert anyone or anything nearby, but the coast is clear. 

“First class of the day: Film Studies,” Joel says, unstrapping his gun and kicking his feet up on a dusty wooden desk, hands tucked behind his salt and pepper curls. “First thing you oughta know is George Lucas made the greatest films of all time: Star Wars. Completely transformed the film industry as we knew it. Nobody had dared to even dream of making some’n like this series before. Spaceships, blaster guns, entire fuckin’ planets we ain’t even seen before, right there on the big screen.”

“So it was about aliens?”

“Yeah, som’ like that. ‘S bout a galaxy far away, and all the inhabitants in it. Humanoids, Wookies, Droids, and Jedi Knights. The first movie came out in 1977, Star Wars: A New Hope, and tells the story of Princess Leia, her brother Luke who’s a Jedi, and Han Solo, a badass motherfucker–pilot of the Millennium Falcon. They’re tryin’ to save the galaxy from the big evil Empire.”

“Kinda like how we’re trying to save the world from the big evil Clickers?”

“Yeah… som’ like that… Except this is more fun cuz the good guys always win.” Joel tucks his legs under the desk and straightens his spine. “You takin’ notes?”

“Yes Mr. Miller, I am taking notes on your class about Star Wars.”

“Good, cuz I’m gonna give ya a test on this later to make sure you were listenin’.” 

“I’m listenin’ just fine,” you say, resting your cheek on your fist and biting the butt of the pen.

The rusted metal legs of the chair screech against the tile as Joel stands up, pacing the classroom now as he dives further into his lesson. Joel wasn’t a film junkie back in the day, if anything he was just an average guy that went to the movies now and again, but he had his favorites of course. He tells you everything he knows about cinema, mostly raving about what his favorite movies and shows were, but he shares as much as he can remember about film history, including some of the classic film directors like Alfred Hitchcock and Blake Edwards. 

His knowledge was limited, but he knew that what he had to share was more than enough to paint the picture for you. The light was back in your eyes and it warmed Joel’s soul.

“I like when you tell me about the stuff you liked back then. Wish you’d always tell me more about yourself like this,” you say, nibbling at your pen and looking up at him through thick lashes.

“Mmm,” Joel hums, and that’s about all he manages to say as his gaze is fixated on the window to your left. He looks back over at you. “Think maybe we should start heading back. ‘S already gettin’ dark.”

A gunshot rings in the distance and both of you snap your attention to the window. “There’s people here. What do we do?”

“Lay low. We’ll go out the back and find a quiet place nearby to stay for the night.” Joel’s voice is low but commanding as he straps his rifle back into place and waves you to follow him. “Come’on.”

***

The quietness after the gunshot feels eerie and unsettling. There’s an odd sense of safety in being alone nowadays, so the fact that someone is nearby means danger lurks. Joel scans the street for signs of life, his brain racing, gears turning as he tries to determine which house would be the safest, the one least likely to be broken into with the most convenient exits if the worst case scenario did happen and you both had to make a run for it in the middle of the night.

Not that running was really his style. If anyone came in at night, if anyone hurt you, he’d put a bullet to their head without remorse. He’d shatter their skull until they were utterly unrecognizable by their face alone, and he’d leave the rest of them untouched as a warning to any of their friends that if they fuck with Joel, they die.

“This one,” he points to a yellow house with white shutters. The front door is covered with debris and vegetation, but there are two adequate back exits on the east side of the house by the kitchen and on the south-facing side that leads to the once was garden.

Male voices in the distance keep both of you on your toes. Joel thinks they’re at least a block down the road and tells you he doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about just yet.

“What happens if they find us?” Your voice is riddled with fear.

“They ain’t gonna find us,” Joel says confidently. “No one saw us, no one heard us, ain’t no one lookin’ for us.”

“But what if they do?”  

He sighs, rubbing his beard in thought. “I’ll fuckin’ kill them.”

“What if they kill you first?” Your brows knit inward with desperation.

“That ain’t how I operate, sweetheart.”

“But what if?!” Your chest is heaving now, your eyes are wide, hands trembling as you reach to hold onto Joel’s shoulders. “I-I can’t fight Joel–can barely shoot a gun, you know that. How are we gonna take ‘em? What do I do if somethin’ happens to you?”

Joel squeezes your shoulders, pulling you an inch or two closer to him, eyes serious, brows furrowed as his eyes bore into you. “If anythin’ happens to me, you run. You got that? You run and you don’t look back.”

“No, I can’t leave you behind–I need a gun–I need–I need you. You don’t understand. I can’t make it without you–”

Joel hisses your name, teeth bared in a snarl. “No! If I’m down, you run. Understand?”

You nod your head rapidly in obedience. Joel can feel your little heart pounding away, and he thoughtlessly lets his thumb glide across the smooth surface of your skin, just above your heart before releasing his tight grip on you. 

“Upstairs,” Joel commands, and you follow. The first step creaks under Joel’s boot and he turns to you, a finger to his lips. 

Joel checks all the rooms, dusty, littered with crap, but good enough for the night. There’s one last bedroom to check before the two of you can safely stay there. Joel doesn’t like it when you go off on your own, and when he sees you twist the knob on the last door before he’s even finished his sweep through of the third bedroom, it takes every ounce of strength in him not to yell. 

The knob twists with a little squeak and then the little white door with peeling mint green paint swings open with a creak. You gasp, mouth agape at whatever lies beyond the doorframe, out of Joel’s view. 

“What?! What is it?!” He rushes to your side to see and before you can even answer the question, he answers it for himself.

Inside, the main wall is painted with a faded yet still colorful rainbow with a bouquet of balloons on each end. The ceiling is decorated with paintings of smiling clouds, and at the center hangs a lampshade shaped like a sun with golden strings holding little rainbow and star ornaments. They sway gently from your touch, making a melodic tinkling sound as they stir. 

Below the lamp sits a beautiful wooden crib ornately carved with hummingbirds and little flowers. The entire scene feels like something you’d read about in a book, a world where people lived vibrant, happy lives and painted childlike illustrations on their walls. It was as if someone captured happiness and sunshine and trapped it in this room so that all who walked in would feel a rush of joy, love, and warmth.

“A nursery,” you say in a gentle whisper, fingertips brushing over the little hummingbirds

Voices stir in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. Joel’s calloused palm clasps around your delicate wrist. “Baby, ‘m gonna need you to hide.”

You ignore him, continuing to look fondly at the crib.

“Are you listenin’ to me?” He tugs at your arm.

You turn to him, eyes glistening with tears. “Joel. There’s something I gotta tell you.”

He swallows, voice hushed. “Can it wait?” 

You shake your head and tears cascade down your cheeks like a river that’s just burst through a busted dam. Joel’s chest feels tight and his stomach is doing flips at the sight of you crying and he has not a single clue how to stop it, he just knows that there are men out there who could hurt you and he doesn’t have time for this. Your lips part, a shaky breath of wind escaping from your lungs before you compose yourself and finally say what you’ve been keeping to yourself for some time now. The secret you’ve been keeping frozen and locked away from him is now thawing, melting away the once-hidden layers of secrecy, and Joel was on the edge of his seat to finally find out what has been making you act so strange.

“I’m pregnant.”

~~~ au: Today is my birthday so I wanted to treat everyone and upload a few chapters here today! Enjoy <3 masterlist here

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you're wrong but you're so much fun | Lewis x Reader

Summary: With your mom and his dad dating, of course you would be spending Christmas and New Year under the same roof as Lewis. As annoying as your ‘stepbrother’ was, you often found yourself unable to resist his charm. But enough is enough you decided, you were done with him acting like he was superior. So you found yourself a guy to casually date for a little while, to distract you, but also to help you win whatever game was going on between you and Lewis. And the latter was not happy at all when he found out about the other man in your life. 

Themes: stepbrother!lewis, smut, jealous!lewis, bondage, mild degrading kink, dom!reader

a/n: if you want, you can read part 1 and part 2 !! Also, I’ll see you after new years now, bye bye <3

“Who were you on the phone with last night?” 

You weren’t even done filling your plate up at the breakfast table when Lewis hit you with the accusatory tone. 

Both your parents were in the cabin this morning. Maybe the kitchen if they hadn’t moved since you last saw them just minutes ago. You could hear faint whispers of their voices and laughter, so chances were that they could still hear you and Lewis. 

However, since it was just you and Lewis at the table, of course he would resort to being mean and a bully for no reason. 

“A friend.” You replied, “Why?” 

Lewis sighed, “Because your bedroom is right next to mine and I can’t sleep if you’re giggling all night.” He sounded like the brat you thought he was. 

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes, “I’ll giggle quietly from now on.” You paused for a moment then added, “Although I don’t remember you minding me being loud that night when you comforted me during the thunderstorm, or the other day when you were giving me fashion advice in my bathroom.” 

He glared at you. “Shut your mouth.” 

You smirked at him. Even threw in a little wink. 

— 

Lewis ignored you the whole day. But that was until your mom suddenly asked you at lunch, “Hey honey, when can we meet that boy you told me about?” 

The silence which followed was heavy. 

You answered, “I don’t see why you need to meet him,” You said, purposely ignoring the confused look from Lewis, “We’re not seriously dating, it’s just… you know? A casual, temporary thing.” You ended by shoving food in your mouth. 

Lewis cleared his voice and tried to act as natural, calm and not confused as he asked, “Where did you meet this boy?” 

“Online,” You answered, and gave him a few details he didn’t ask for. “He’s staying at a nearby cabin with his friends so we’ve just been casually talking.” You added, “We have plans to meet up soon but our schedules just aren’t aligning.” 

You locked eyes with Lewis after that. You could hear your mother saying how it would be a good idea to invite the boy over when you would be having a bonfire soon, but you barely paid attention. The look on Lewis’ face, the realisation that he did not in fact control everything you do was priceless. 

You had the upperhand in this game for once, and you loved it. 

The two of you didn’t interact much after that. But you could feel Lewis’ eyes on you the whole time you were around each other. For some reason, even when you were in different corners of a room, he would still glare at you. 

Neither of you ended up even remotely close to one another that night. Which was good because he was getting on your nerves with all that staring. 

However, the following night, Lewis walked into your room all ready to piss you off some more. Maybe even to remind you that you can’t just be messing around with some random boy. But then he froze the moment he entered your room and shut the door behind him. 

There you were, standing in front of the full-length mirror next to your bed, wearing nothing but dark green, lacy underwear, and a matching excuse of a bra. See-through all of it, looking like it was some sizes too small for the amount of skin that was on display. 

But that wasn’t what bothered him. No. What bothered him was that you had your phone in your hand. He also noticed the polaroid camera on the bed. 

He saw red for a brief moment. His brain short-circuited. Fuck. 

Meanwhile you were the opposite of ashamed or embarrassed when you saw him. Having him in your room at this time, wearing nothing but his usual grey sweatpants, meant that your parents were out with their friends. 

Which means Lewis probably thought he was gonna act like he owns and controls you again. But you were ready this time. You’d had enough. 

“Oh hello there.” You said, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just walk in on you basically taking nudes. You refused to seem inferior to him anymore. He wanted to play this game? Fine, but you were determined to win this round. 

Lewis finally blinked, breaking out of whatever reverie he was in, and said, “What the fuck are you doing?” 

You turned to face him, confidently. He tried to avoid looking at you but then he gave in. Eyes roaming all over your body. You shivered for a moment, physically feeling his stare. But then you refused to let him win again. 

“You really should knock before coming into a lady’s room, Lewis.” You spoke with fake defencelessness. “Now look, you’ve caught me all vulnerable.” You pouted a little, knowing you were pissing him off. 

“You–,” He stopped talking and sighed, shaking his head. He looked at you, then at the phone in your hand, then at the polaroid camera and the photographs on the bed. “Stop this shit, alright? Else I’m gonna tell your mom.” 

You chuckled. He sounded like a kid. “Oh Lewis,” You cooed, “I’m a grown woman with a job, who earns her own money.” You stated, “If I want to take pictures of myself in lingerie that I bought, I don’t see why anyone, least of all you, should have a problem with that.” 

Lewis finally moved away from the door, stepping further into your space. Getting gradually closer to you he said, “Right.” He admitted. “I don’t have a problem with you taking pictures of yourself, but…” He leaned closer, you stood your ground even if seeing his broad shoulders, big muscles, tattoos made part of you want to roll over and offer yourself like a soft puppy for him to play with. “Who the fuck are these pictures being sent to?” 

You gave him a smug look, “That’s none of your–,” 

He cut you off by grabbing you by the throat and pulled you closer, squeezing just a little. You’d be lying if you said your body didn’t instantly react to that. You felt the need to clench your thighs together. 

“Oh I think it is.” He spoke calmly even though there was a fiery jealousy in his pretty brown eyes. “You think I haven't noticed?” He questioned. “Texting all the time, smiling at your phone, even using your phone at the dinner table.” He listed all that he had noted. “You’re gonna stop talking to that guy.” 

You scoffed, even though he had a hand wrapped around your throat, you sassed, “You can’t tell me what to do, big bro.” 

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Can’t I?” 

You persisted, “No.” You whispered, “I am done letting you boss me around.” You caught the slight frown on his handsome face. Gods… why did he have to be so handsome? 

“Is that so, little sis?” He teased, pushing you backwards until the back of your legs hit the edge of your bed. “You’re gonna talk back, now? Hmm? You’re gonna argue with big brother?”

That mocking tone of his was pissing you off. And he was much stronger than you so the only way you could overpower him would be if you caught him off guard. You moved when he least expected it. You twisted the two of you around and pushed him down onto the bed instead. 

Lewis frowned when he fell on his back on your bed. He went to get up but you were already straddling him at that point so he couldn’t get up. He didn’t want to either. This was new, he had never had you be on top of him before. 

You wrapped your hands around his ridiculously muscular, attractive neck this time, pinning him down onto the bed. Lewis was partially confused but partially turned on. You could feel it. The erection in his pants pressing up against you. 

You stared down at him, ignoring the way his hands felt free to touch and rub and caress your skin. Ignoring how good it felt, you said, “I’m done letting you treat me like I’m some petulant little girl you need to keep in check.” 

He smirked, “Well you’re acting like one right now.” He said, grabbing onto your hips, “Just let me–,” 

You cut him off, “You talk too much, you know that? And your hands wander too much as well.” You thought about it for a moment, then came up with a plan. Glaring down at Lewis you said, “Stay put.” You warned as you went to get off of him. But seeing his smirk and knowing he would try to get the upper hand again, you had no choice but to grab his hand and guide it in between your legs. 

Lewis frowned, mumbled a quiet “Fuck…” when he felt your warmth, your wetness. All for him. His fingers felt free to feel around down there. You let him, for now. 

“I said, stay put.” You repeated. “Be a good boy, and only then can you keep playing with this. You hear me?” You whispered, smirking at the look on his face. He was surprised of course, but he was into it. 

So he rolled his eyes and dropped back down onto your bed. Folding his muscular hands behind his head, he waited. You got off the bed but then stood and admired his physique for a moment. 

Golden skin. Tattoos on display. Braids untied. Muscles bulging from places you didn’t know the human body had muscles… Lewis of course didn’t mind your ogling. He loved the attention. 

You forced yourself to move upon seeing the smug look on his face. Who does he think he is? A handsome man with the body of a Greek god, that's who. 

You rummaged around your drawers until you found what you’d been looking for. And when you brought it over to your bed, Lewis began chuckling. 

“Aww what are you gonna do with that? Tie me up with a pretty bow?” He taunted, looking at the white ribbon strips in your hands. 

You smirked. “Did you know I know how to do shibari ties? You’re lucky there’s no actual rope around.” Lewis’ smile dropped when you climbed on top of him again. You chuckled, “Scared, big bro?” You teased. 

For once, he didn’t fight back. Mostly because he was also lowkey excited to see where this was going. 

You moved up his body, straddling his chest as you grabbed his wrists and tied them together with the white ribbons. Once secured, Lewis let out a breathless chuckle when you then went to tie his wrists to the metal headboard. “You’re insane,” He commented. “You really think I can’t get out of that?” 

“I’d like to see you try.” You scoffed, confident in your skills. “The ties are strong, but if you struggle too much, the silk ribbon will surely burn your skin. We don’t want that, do we?” 

Lewis glared at you, soft lips parted as he breathed slightly more heavily. 

You even added a little bow to complete the look. “There,” You said, satisfied with how strong the ties were. Not tight, but definitely locked. “You wanna see how it looks?” You grabbed the polaroid camera which was on the bed and took a picture. The photograph came out and you waved it around, blowing on it. Taking your sweet time and ignoring the gorgeous man under you. “That’ll take a while to develop, but trust me, you’ve never looked better.” You winked at him. 

“You’re gonna regret this, little sis.” He whispered dangerously, hissing in pleasure as you dragged your nails lightly up and down his exposed torso. Tracing his abs and his tattoos with the tip of your finger. Running your hands all over his chest. “Damn you.” He spoke through gritted teeth as you dug your nails in his sides playfully. 

You reached down to lower his sweatpants, and as you did, his cock stood proud and tall. Already leaking at the tip and you had barely touched him yet.

“Think you can always have your way, don’t you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Walking into my room whenever you feel like it, with that pretty face and sinful body…” You leaned down to kiss that compass tattoo in the middle of his chest. 

He let out a breathy laugh, “So you do think I’m pretty.” 

You looked up and glared at him. “Don’t make me gag you to shut you up, Lewis.” You warned. 

He smirked, scoffing. “Yeah right.” 

Part of you wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

“You know what? I don’t wanna hear you talk.” You got off of him and quickly took your underwear off before straddling him again. His cock remained hard, untouched and leaking. Looking irresistible. But you needed him to shut up first so you balled up the dark green material and shoved it into his mouth. 

Lewis laughed as you did, fully prepared to spit it back out. But that was until you grabbed the remaining ribbons and tied it around his head, keeping the balled up thong inside his mouth as you tied yet another bow at the front of his now gagged mouth. 

You picked up the polaroid camera again and took another picture of him. “Smile,” You taunted, capturing him tied up with white bows and gagged. “So pretty,” You murmured as you put both camera and photograph aside. 

He looked up at you with unrestrained lust in his warm eyes. He wasn’t fighting back as hard as you had imagined he would, you noticed. 

You smiled triumphantly as you rolled your hips against him, feeling his hard cock against your wet inner thighs. “Oh fuck…” You whispered, smiling when you heard his muffled groan. You could feel that familiar tingle in between your legs. And you were ready to just fuck him but, you wanted to mess with him first. 

You gave him a soft kiss on the bow right on top of his mouth, he struggled against the knots at his wrists, but you ignored him and reached down to wrap your hand around his cock. He groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting up into your fist. 

You lazily stroked his length, up and down. Your thumb rubbed his tip slowly, making him groan as you kissed your way down his neck. You kissed his skin leisurely, not rushing even though he was squirming under you, his moans and groans muffled. 

“You see how nice it is, when you shut the fuck up and stop being mean to me?” You teased, biting down on his neck while your hand moved up and down his dripping cock. You liked the sounds of his muffled moans. He was somehow more vocal now that he was gagged. 

Lewis groaned and opened his eyes to look at you. His eyes were darker, his gaze more intense and he tried to thrust his cock into your hand but then gave up because each time he did, you would just let go of his length. So he just took whatever you gave him.

At one point you checked in with him, asking, “Does anything hurt?” You pointed at his tied wrist and mouth. He glared at you with annoyance and desire in his eyes and silently shook his head. “Good,” You gave him another soft kiss on the nose before continuing. 

You released his cock, kissing down his body and bringing your mouth closer to where he desperately needed you. You smirked when you felt him squirm even more when you kissed him on his hip bones and all over his lower abdomen. 

You heard him groan, a muffled “Please…” escaping his mouth. 

You giggled at the sound of that, “Oh what’s that? Was that a ‘please’?” You watched him for a moment. Watched how he rolled his eyes at you, thrusting his hips up just trying to get you to touch him. “You’re learning your manners already, I see.” 

Then without any warning, you took him into your mouth, all of him. Slowly. Lewis’ loud, muffled moans filled the room. You sucked on his tip, your tongue teasing him as you felt your body tingling with need too.

You kept your eyes on his perfect face as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes momentarily, as he tilted his head back. He looked even more ravishing, completely at your mercy for a change. It made you feel powerful. 

He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum. You slowed down, not wanting to make him come just yet. You licked his cock from bottom to top while your hands toyed with his balls. Lewis moaned, his voice muffled still, making him sound needy and desperate. 

You dragged your tongue over the slit on this tip very lazily, causing him to thrust his hips up. You were driving him crazy and you loved it. 

Lewis moaned even louder the moment you pulled your mouth away, lifted up and sank down on him, your wet warmth wrapping all around him making him groan. Your walls clenched around him, making both of you let out guttural moans. 

You leaned in and kissed his closed eyelids, cupping his face in your hands as you slowly rocked back and forth, feeling him deep inside you. “Fuck… why do you have to feel so good, huh?” You chuckled when he tried to pull against the white ribbon strips, but all in vain. “Guess I did successfully tie you up with a bow, didn’t I?” 

You heard a rare whine from him. He sounded so vulnerable, and desperate that it made you speed up as you rode his cock. Your walls gripping him tightly and making him get louder and louder each time. You watched him whine and smirked at his helplessness. 

“Not so cocky now, are you?” You teased. “Beg for it, come on.” You said more sternly, whispering against his mouth, lips hovering above the white bow. “Oh what? You can’t?” You laughed, “You can’t even beg, can you?”

Lewis groaned louder. His desperation was quite clear. And he began to thrust his hips up trying to match your pace. But you messed with him even then, you slowed down your pace whenever he got too excited, and you sped up when he least expected it.

Soon, Lewis was just a moaning mess under you. Cock throbbing inside you, moans muffled, his hands just gave up trying to break free from your ties. But fuck he was a vision… 

Lewis got loud, growling as you teased him, riding his cock perfectly. There was nothing else he could focus on in that moment. 

You eventually gave in. “Are you ready to come for me?” You asked, looking deep into his eyes. His pleading stare told you he was. “Go on then, come inside me, big bro.” 

He was so close anyway that he came right after. His moans begging you to slow down when you kept riding his sensitive, throbbing cock even after he came. His heart raced, he was breathing hard and fast as you came as well, clenching around him violently. 

You caught your breath for a minute, then quickly untied his hands and pulled the thong from his mouth. You leaned in to kiss him, slow and gentle this time. “You did so good,” You murmured against his soft lips. “Who knew you’d be such a good boy the moment you’re tied up?” 

Lewis kissed you back lazily. Quiet, for once. He didn’t have a sassy reply this time. His hands hesitated to wander this time, only barely brushing against your thighs. 

You kissed his warm, damp chest, murmuring, “If you want us to keep doing this, you’re gonna stop being mean all the time, alright?” You looked up to see him watching you with a strangely calm look on his face. 

“Fine,” He muttered, like it was an inconvenience to him. 

You scoffed, “Look at you pretending you didn’t like being tied up.” He avoided your eyes immediately and you couldn’t help but laugh. But then you remembered… 

Straddling him once more, you reached for the polaroid photographs. “Aww,” You cooed, showing them to him, “Look how pretty you look, white bows and all.” 

Lewis just groaned and shoved you aside. You laughed as you landed beside him on your bed. You expected him to get up and walk out of your room but he stayed put. Processing, maybe. 

“Here,” You handed the polaroids to him as you tangled your legs with his upon turning on your side to look at him, “Keep them.” 

Lewis reluctantly took them then sighed and said, “I hate you.” 

You checked the mental scoreboard and there it was, a first win for you. “I know you don’t.” You winked at him. 

[fallingdownhell]

Heyaaa!

I saw your request is open soo...

Can i request gn reader with Ayato, Kazuha, Diluc, and Kaeya where the reader is pranking them by shouting their full name (since we know their full name) what is going to be their reaction?

Feel free to ignore or decline this request^^

I love this! So much! Thank you for your request<3 Characters Included: Kazuha; Diluc; Ayato; Kaeya Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; pranking the boys by calling their full names; not proofread yet Word count: 2,6k words Have fun with this one<3

Kazuha

This morning was peaceful, Kazuha thought as he layed in bed, the morning rays of the sun shining in through the open window. He let them warm his body as he slowly woke up more and more from his slumber.

When he extended a hand to feel for your sleeping body next to him, he found the space empty. Cold at that, indicating that you've been gone for a while.

A groan left him, Kazuha hated it when he woke up without you next to him. He'd much rather spend his morning cuddling you in bed than doing anything else.

But then the next moment, the smell of something cooking hit him, and he knew that you were already out and about making breakfast for the both of you.

So, with a sigh, Kazuha decided to get up and get himself ready before heading down to join you in the kitchen.

He got up from bed and stretched his body out first, then headed into the adjacent bathroom. Taking a shower first thing in the morning always felt refreshing to him and it most often than not was the last push he needed to fully wake up.

Once that was done and he headed out of the shower again, Kazuha got dressed and combed through some tight knots of his hair. He was still in the middle of doing so, when suddenly, the silence of the house was interrupted by a shout of his name.

"Kaedehara Kazuha! Get down here!", your voice shoutet and instantly, Kazuha's body froze up. There were a million thoughts in his head, and yet also, not a single one except for: he had somehow fucked up.

The tone in which you had shouted his name sounded mad and if that wasn't a clear indication about your mood, the use of his full name certainly was.

To not make your mood any worse, he hurried to put the comb away and throw the last piece of clothing on while he already hurried out of the bathroom and towards you into the kitchen. He was preparing himself internally for whatever it was that he did that pissed you off so much and already had a million apologies on his tongue.

But, to his surprise, when he got to the kitchen, he found you there, utterly calm as you put the food on two plates for each of you. You didn't even notice him coming in.

"(Name), my love..", he carefully spoke, just in case, but in reality, he was so confused.

"Oh, good. Food's ready!", you look up and smile at Kazuha, which then throws him completely out of loop. He just stands there and stares at you.

"Is something the matter, dear?", you ask him, that smile still on your lips as you sit down at the table. That's when the puzzle pieces fall for Kazuha and he visibly relaxes, letting out a drawn out breath.

"Please, don't do that again, love. I was scared for my life."

You laugh at that, apologizing for scaring him that much. He doesn't really care as long as you apologize with a cuddle session afterwards.

Diluc

Since you moved in with Diluc at Dawn Winery, the time you spend together has improved significantly compared to before, but it still wasn't nearly enough as to what both of you would want it to be.

He still had lots of work to do, managing the Winery, the Angel's Share, and all the business he likes to take over as the Dark Night Hero. Even so, the fact that the two of you are now living under the same roof has changed things for the better.

You know get to see him every morning, since Diluc has made it a point to stay in bed until both of you have to get up for work. You always eat dinner together and he makes an effort to spend every other evening with you. He really tries his best for you.

He even moved his office next to your shared bedroom, so that there aren't too many rooms between you and when you want to see the other, you only have to go into the adjacent room and not wander the entire mansion.

Tonight was a night Diluc had dedicated to his work, which he made you aware of and you were okay with, since you told him that you could use the time to continue the book you were currently reading.

Diluc was hunged over stacks of papers, trying to sort them from most to least important before he went into looking over them. He had worked through a good portion of it already, thinking that he was making great progress. When he looked at the clock on the wall, it told him that it was already almost midnight.

But not to worry. In about an hour or so, he would be done and could join you in bed. Or so he thought. But when he wanted to continue his work after a short break, he suddenly heard you yelling from next door.

"Diluc Ragnvindr!", your voice shoutet his name and he immediately picked up on the tone of your voice. You sounded upset..

Instantly, he began thinking back, trying to figure out what could have made you angry at him. You were fine when he last saw you at dinner, smiling and laughing with him. Then he went to his office afterwards. He couldn't possibly have done or said anything to upset you... right?

His body, that had faced towards the door that lead to your shared bedroom, began to act on his own and he got up and walked over there. Diluc gently knocked on the door, opening it a bit and sticking his head through the gap.

You were laying on the bed, comfortably tucked in and reading your book.

"Everything okay, my love?", Diluc softly spoke up, not sure what to do but he definitely didn't want to make you further upset.

At the sound of his voice, you perk up and face him, a smile spreading on your lips. You place the book down on the nightstand before extending an arm towards him.

"I'm cold. Come cuddle with me." you say in a small pout, which confused Diluc even more. You sounded so mad just now when you yelled his name. Not just his name, but his full name! So why.. were you acting like nothing was wrong?

Still, he complied to your request, his work and papers forgotten for now as he joined you in bed. You made yourself comfortable in his arms, your head and part of your upper body resting on his chest as he began to play with some stands of your hair. Everything was peaceful, but Diluc's mind was still running, trying to make sense of everything. In the end, he decided to just ask you about it.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No? Why would I be?", you asked him, but your voice sounded sleepy already

"Because you were yelling earlier. And you used my full name. Not just my name or a petname. So I thought..", he got interrupted by a chuckle coming from you.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was just messing with you a bit. Just wanted you here to cuddle with you."

A joke... that's what it was. He couldn't help the relief that washed over him hearing that, and the tension finally left his body. He's not mad at you, but please, don't do that again if you don't want him to have a heart attack next time..

Ayato

Being the spouse of the head of the Kamisatio Clan was the best thing that could have ever happened to you. Although Ayato was a busy man with much work, he always made sure to make time for you to spend with him, just the two of you.

Every day, he made that effort, even though this sometimes meant even more stress for him with certain work if he put if off too long. But to him, it was worth it when he did it for you. He's a loyal man in that regard.

One of the downsides to this however, is the fact that this man often times overworks himself without even realising it. Before you came around, it was Ayaka's and Thoma's job - but mostly Thoma's - to take care of Ayato and remind him to take frequent breaks in between.

Now, you like to take over that part for Thoma, taking every chance you get to see your boyfriend, even if it's only a few seconds to remind him of a break or to bring him something to drink with some snacks.

Ayato really appreaciates you doing this for him, smiling every time and stealing a quick kiss before you're gone again. He thanks Celestia each and every day for you being so understanding with his work.

But that doesn't mean that there aren't still days where breaks just aren't possible and he has to power through or else it would never get done.

Today was such a day. Ayato leaned back and let out a heavy sigh as he finally finished with work for today. He has been sitting in this room - his office - the entire day, cramped up and not able to take even a single break. Come to think of it, he was so focused on his work that he didn't even know if you've come in here at all today to check on him. He's sure you did, as you did it every day, but he didn't even notice..

Not to worry. He would simply rest here for a few minutes, trying to come down before he would set out to search for you. Being in your presence was exactly what he needed to recharge some of his engery again.

Closing his eyes and listening to the silence around him, Ayato took a deep breath, calming down more and more the longer he continued to do so. Just a bit longer and he'll-!

"Kamisato Ayato!", a voice suddenly called out his name. And not just any voice, but yours.

His eyes immediately snapped open at the use of his full government name. No cute nickname, nor petname, not anything.

At first, he was too stunned to react, trying to figure out if what he heard was actually real or just something his brain made up. For a few seconds, he sat there and listened to the silence that followed. Just as he was about to relax again, he heard your voice calling him again.

"Kamisato Ayato! Get over here, now!", you shouted for him again, this time your voice sounded a bit more aggressive than before. Now he was certain that this was not his brain playing tricks on him...

Not knowing what had happened but also not wanting to upset you even more, Ayato quickly got up and exited the room. He didn't know where you were, but you sounded rather close, so there weren't too many options available. After looking through some rooms, he found you in the dining room, placing down plates full of steaming food on the table.

"Darling? Are you okay?", Ayato asked as he entered the room, wandering over to you and catching you in his arms, holding your face in his hands.

You smile up at him, circling your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Everythings fine. But you've been in there the whole day and dinner is ready so I figured I had to get you out of there somehow."

It then clicks in his head, that you weren't actually mad at him and it was just a trick to lure him out.

"Oh, you little devil~", Ayato smiles down at you, gently poking your nose which made you giggle.

"Hey, it was effective, wasn't it?", you defended yourself and he had to agree with you there. After all, no matter what, you'd always be his top priority..

Kaeya

You and Kaeya had a great relationship going. Both of you had busy jobs but you still tried to spend as much time together as possible. As a rule of thumb, you've come to an arrangement that every other day, one of you would spend the night over at the others place, since you're not living together at this point.

It's worked out great for you two and sometimes, even though you're together, you can still do your own things, and just enjoy each others presence.

Like today, for example.

You two were at your place, both on the couch. Kaeya was sitting comfortable at one end of the sofa, studying over some plans and things he had to look over for Jean for the knights, while you were laying down, head placed on Kaeya's lap while reading a book.

There was a comfortable silence as each of you was doing his own thing, though every now and then, Kaeya would reach down to brush through your hair. You knew he liked to do that as it calmed him down. And you enjoyed it, so no reason for you to complain about it.

However, it was getting late already, the fire also slowly dying down, so you decided to end your book for today. You told Kaeya that you'd go to the bathroom first, so he had a bit more time to study through the plans. He smiled at you and nodded while you headed towards the bathroom.

Kaeya sits there for quite some time, but he's not really focusing on the reports all that much anymore. He's getting tired and listening to the water running from the bathroom, he can't wait to get into bed with you.

So, deciding to leave it be for today, he places the papers down on the table and lets his head fall back to relax a bit until you were done in the bathroom. He wouldn't have minded to join you in there, either...

As he sat there, relaxing and thinking, he closed his eyes for a bit. But the longer he had them closed, his eyes grew heavier and heavier..

He was about to fall asleep, when suddenly..

"Kaeya Alberich!", you voice sounded from the bathroom and Kaeya's eyes snapped open at the use of his full name.

You'd never done that before, not even when you were mad at him beyond anything. What could he have done that could possibly bring out such a reaction in you?

Quickly, he got up and headed to the bathroom where he heard you from, but things weren't adding up for him. Everything was fine until a few minutes ago. You'd never done this, so why now, so suddenly?

There hasn't been any arguments the past weeks, everything was going smoothly. Unless he said or did something genuinely horrible..

But he was pretty sure that he didn't..

But if not, then there was only one other possiblity...

Rounding the corner, Kaeya knew immediately what was up when he saw you standing there, smiling brightly at him, looking like you were quite proud with yourself.

"Yes, my dear?", he asked, smirking as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Would you be so kind and help me with my hair?", you ask, your voice ever so sweet again, like you didn't do anything at all.

"Of course.", he leads you to the bed and makes you sit and face away from him before he goes to work on your hair, gently tangling out all the knots that had formed in them.

He won't say anything about it or hold it against you, but if you keep doing this over and over again, he might have to come up with something to teach you a lesson not to scare him like that again..

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Two lonely souls

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: I wrote part of this for the big story, still waiting editing, but then it suddenly trailed into a different direction and this didn't fit anymore so I had almost 2K words and didn't know what to do with them as to write more... 😅

Warnings: SMUT 18+, a bit of heartbreak but all in all nothing really serious. It might be a first part in a small series as I have a feeling the story still has something to give, but it depends whether it finds enough readers

Word Count: 3,5 K

Summary: Sihtric is heartbroken when he meets you. The girl he wanted to marry has vanished with all his silver. He just wants to forget and you just want to tease the handsome warrior - it was supposed to be just an exciting night of reckless pleasure but it seems that the Nornes have woven a different path for both of you

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd crammed into the grand, vaulted chapel, swelling into a collective gasp of awe. Even Aethelwold’s grating voice faltered mid-sentence, though that might have had more to do with Finan’s whispered threat to kill him in his sleep. Yet the rest of those gathered under Alfred’s roof that day were left speechless for a different reason: the arrival of Lady Aethelflaed.

As if drawn by an unseen force, every head turned toward her, as she entered through the big heavy wooden door and with slow, deliberate steps headed toward the altar, every head but one.

Soft, delicate fingers, light as a whisper, traced down Sihtric’s forearm from elbow to palm, their touch sending a shiver through him as they wove between his own.

"I've missed you," a breath of warmth ghosted against his ear from behind, stealing his focus entirely.

He still couldn’t quite grasp how it all had happened, how he had let himself be drawn into it, but there he was, following the gentle pull of the small hand in his palm, teasingly leading him away from the gathering. 

Fortunately, they had been standing at the very back, behind the noble and important guests, making it much easier for Sihtric to slip away unnoticed, except for Finan’s questioning gaze, which trailed after him.

When he first met you, he hadn't thought much of it. In truth he hadn’t thought about anything at all. 

They had only just arrived in Winchester, exhausted and road-worn, and after a heated exchange with Uhtred, the king had begrudgingly ordered food to be served for the heathen lord and his men, along with accommodations in the servants’ quarters.

Uhtred had wanted to refuse. He would have preferred to find a few spare beds at an inn, somewhere beyond the palace walls, away from the wary, unwelcoming eyes that followed them, but his men were weary, their strength worn thin after two days of relentless riding. One glance at their haggard faces had been enough to make him swallow his pride and accept Alfred’s offer, even if unwillingly.

The meal had been better than expected, there was ham, cheese and freshly brewed ale -  things that rarely graced Alfred’s own table these days. The king had soured, as he always did, his appetite as fragile as his health. It seemed the last time he had truly enjoyed a meal had been in the marches, when Iseult’s tonic had granted him a brief respite from his pain.

Sihtric, however, had been in an even fouler mood, having drained a few mugs of ale too much, he had made himself underway to his room, trying to ignore the smug, knowing grins Finan and Clapa exchanged across the table.

He had truly believed it would be different this time, he had believed in the soft, sweet words, the sighs, the kisses, the sorrowful eyes that had looked at him as if he were something precious. He had wanted to believe. He always did.

"She's gone," he had confessed to his lord just before, his gaze fixed on the ground, arms hanging limply at his sides, shame burning hot in his cheeks. “She took everything. My silver. My arm rings. She didn’t even have to steal them. I gave them away willingly.”

Uhtred sighed. "Sihtric, I told you not to give her any of your arm rings or silver, didn’t I?"

"Yes, Lord," he murmured, his head sinking lower. Of course, he hadn’t listened, it had felt too good, to be able to give, to see the flicker of surprise in her eyes, to hear the warm laughter that followed. For once, he had been the reason someone smiled.

And now, it was all gone, his silver, his rings and the girl for whom he had so foolishly asked permission to marry, and it was not the first time. They always left, the moment things became real, the moment the softness turned to something solid, something he could hold, they slipped through his fingers like river water.

You had crossed his path just as he rounded the corner, the chatter and laughter of the evening meal fading away. A fresh breeze of rose oil mixed with the faint scent of ale and the lingering warmth of the hall wrapped around him as you passed by, your appearance so sudden that he nearly stumbled. 

“You drink like a man with a heavy heart,” you had said softly, tilting your head. “Or a man running from something.”

“I just have no luck with women,” he had muttered, surprising even himself with the confession.

Your fingers had traced a slow path up his chest before curling around the back of his neck, drawing him down until your lips brushed against his ear.

“Maybe,” you had whispered, “you’ve just been looking in the wrong places.”

It must have been the ale, or the sorrow, or the gnawing loneliness, or all of it tangled together. You were beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was heartbroken. It all just fit together, and before he could think better of it, before doubt could creep in, he let himself lean in, just slightly, just enough to test the waters. And you didn’t pull away.

That night you had fucked like animals in heat, filthy, hungry, desperate, reckless, passionate. It hadn’t been slow, it hadn’t been sweet nor soft, no whispered promises, no careful restraint. Just heat and hands, and teeth grazing the skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t fade by the morning. It had been need, pure and raw, burning through the both of you like fire through dry grass.

Sihtric had fucked you like a man drowning, grasping for something to hold on, sinking into  you with the force of a wild boar and you had answered him with the same fervor, taking his cock like you had been waiting for this all your life, your body arching to meet every punishing thrust, clawing at his skin like a lynx, as if you could tear the sorrow straight from his chest with every scrape of your nails, every wild, unrestrained moan.

You had fucked for hours, until the embers in the hearth had slowly died out, until the first traces of dawn had started to creep through the cracks in the shutters, until the urgency finally gave way to something else. Until your fingers, still tangled in his hair, had softened and your lips, still swollen from his, had lingered instead of devouring, until his hands once rough and insistent, had begun to soothe and cradle and his breathing, still ragged, had fallen into the rhythm with yours.

You had fallen asleep, tangled and lost in each other, unable to tell where one ended and the other began. 

Sihtric had woken first. He could still feel your body pressed against him, your leg draped lazily over his, your skin warm against the chill in the air. 

In the pale light, you looked untouched by the wildness of the night before, serene and at peace, nothing like the wild thing who had clawed at his shoulders, gasped against his throat and  moaned his name like both a prayer and a curse.

He had shifted, carefully, hesitantly, fingers twitching as he pondered to leave now, before you woke, before you could open your eyes, before you remembered who he was, what he was, and decided this had been a mistake. Before you could look at him with something different in your eyes – regret, distance, a polite, meaningless smile and an excuse.

But just as he moved to slip away, your hand had reached for him, brushing against his skin like you had always meant to find him there. A sleepy sigh, a shift of your body against his, and your eyes opened. You didn’t flinch, you didn’t pull away, you simply looked at him, slow and steady, and then, you smiled. 

Sihtric swallowed hard. He shouldn’t have let it happen, shouldn’t have let himself believe, even for a moment, that this could be anything more than what it was. 

So he did what he had always done. Silently, he slid the last silver ring from his finger and held it out to you. It wasn’t an offering meant to insult, it was the only language he knew, the only way to show gratitude. He simply didn’t know that love and affection couldn’t be bought. 

You only laughed, a quiet, breathy sound, your lips curling in something between amusement and disbelief. Shaking your head, you reached for his hand, wrapping his fingers around the shiny thing as if it had no worth to you at all, as if you were giving it back not because you didn’t want it, but because you never needed it in the first place. 

You had left him with a lingering kiss, the ghost of your lips still burning against his, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll see you again, Sihtric,” you had whispered, before slipping through the door and  disappearing into the narrow corridors with the quiet, effortless grace of a wild creature.

And that had been the end of it, or so he had thought, until later that very same day, when his jaw had nearly dropped and he almost choked on his own breath, as Lady Aethelflaed had introduced her cousin to Uhtred.

And there you stood, his wild lynx, the very same mischievous grin dancing on your lips.

He had tried to avoid you, to forget you, to erase your image and your scent from his mind but you wouldn’t let him. 

That very same evening, he had found you waiting for him, leaning lazily against the wall beside his room, the dim torchlight flickering across your face. You had smiled, warm and knowing, your fingers had teasingly trailed up the stiff leather of his armour, tangling in his hair, as you pulled him down to your lips.

He had wanted to ignore you, to turn away before he fell even deeper into something he couldn’t control but the moment your lips brushed against his, he lost himself, the last remnants of reason, of restraint, dissolved into nothing. His arms wrapped around you as if they had a will of their own, drawing you flush against him, caging you in his hold.

And all he could think about was the sight of your heart-shaped ass moving back and forth, the way you had taken him so greedily, so perfectly, as he pounded into you from behind.

Sihtric’s heart hammered against his ribs, though he couldn’t say if it was from the rush of sneaking away or the warmth of your hand in his. 

“You’re quiet,” you murmured, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

Sihtric swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “I don’t know where you’re taking me,” he admitted.

“Would it matter if you did?”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. No, it wouldn’t.

You stopped abruptly, turning to face him and placing your free hand against his chest as you guided him back, pushing him into an alcove barely deep enough to cover you both from the sight.

“You looked miserable back there,” you murmured, leaning back against the wall and pulling him closer until his body was pressed flush against yours, and your lips crashed against his.

A low growl rumbled in Sihtric’s throat as his hands found your waist. 

He didn’t understand this. Didn’t understand you. Why you had sought him out, why you had chosen him, but he wasn’t about to question it. 

Your teeth scraped against his bottom lip, and he groaned, his fingers tightening at your hips.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, teasingly grazing the laces of his armour, and a shiver ran through him at the promise in your touch.

“I want you on your knees, pretty boy,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding, eyes alight with mischief.

Sihtric’s brows shot up, the walls felt impossibly thin, the distant hum of voices reminding him of the wedding gathering just around the corner. “Lady, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?” he hissed, glancing back toward the doorway. “The wedding ceremony will be over in a moment, we’ll be seen.”

“Then you’ll have to be quick,” you smirked. “Come on, don’t tell me that a handsome warrior like you doesn’t know what to do with his tongue.”

A blush spread up Sihtric’s neck to his cheeks. “This is madness,” he muttered, licking his lips, his voice hoarse, but his body betrayed him, his knees bending as he sank to the ground.

It was madness, the wedding ceremony with over hundred guests was just over the corner, the corridor lay epmty for the moment but the narrow alcove barely concealed you both, anyone could walke past, anyone could see. It was reckless, it was wrong and yet neither of you was willing to stop.

His hands rested lightly on your skirts, unsure but willing, and you cupped his jaw, tilting his face up to meet yours, the hunger in his eyes sending a jolt straight through you..

“Good boy,” she murmured, leaning down until your lips brushed his ear. “Show me what you’ve got.” 

Your hands gathered the fabric of your dress, lifting it up your thighs, as you spread your legs just enough to make his breath hitch. The sharp exhale that left Sihtric at the sight of your bare center as he licked his lips, made you giggle softly, your fingers threading into his dark hair. 

Sihtric’s hands settled on your buttocks, fingers curling into your plush flesh as he pulled you closer, easing you away from the wall, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him, the subtle tremor in his grip betraying his nervous excitement. He leaned in, his cheek brushing against the exposed skin of your inner thigh, sending a delicious shiver up your spine.

“You are trouble,” he murmured, the soft sound of his voice vibrating against your skin. “Do you know that?”

“And you like it,” you shot back, tugging at his hair just enough to draw a soft groan from him, the sound sent a surge of heat through you, and you couldn’t resist a wicked smile. “Now, stop stalling.”

You barely had time to brace yourself before his lips started to press a trail of feather-light kisses up your thigh, his tongue flicked against your core, teasing, testing, savouring, and you whined out feeling your knees getting weak.

“Sihtric,” you whispered, your voice breaking as his lips sealed around your perl, his tongue swirling in steady, devastating circles and your knees nearly buckled, but his hands slid down the backs of your thighs, holding you steady as he obeyed your command with a fervor that left you breathless. His lips, his tongue, his mouth worked against you with sinful precision, he sucked, just lightly at your pulsing bundle of nerves, and a broken moan tore from your throat. 

“Oh God,” you gasped as his hot tongue kept brushing against your bud, diving deeper between your folds. You glanced down and another moan clawed through you from the sight of him on his knees, cheeks flushed, eyes half lidded, his tongue buried between your legs like a starved man at a feast. 

It all had started as a passionate one night stand, a meaningless adventure. Having grown up in your fathers estate far away from cities and noble ways, you still couldn’t grasp why you were sent to Winchester. 

“To learn the ways of a lady,” your father had told you.

You hadn’t wanted it, not if that meant to bow your head and accept the place in the shadows. 

After your mother’s death your father had withdrawn into himself, often neglecting his duties as a landlord. That’s when you had stepped in. The small, mischievous girl he once knew had grown into a strong-willed young woman, one who spent her time hunting, sparring, and settling disputes with an authority that overshadowed his own. By the time he finally realized how little he had shaped you into the daughter he had imagined, it was too late to change you, but he had tried anyway, and as a last resort he had decided to send you to Winchester, hoping that your aunt, Aelswith, still had a chance to mold you into something more acceptable.

“Nobody will want to marry a wildling,” he had said, and you had scoffed, marriage being the last thing you cared about. 

So you found yourself trapped in a world that did not fit you, bored of the pious, rigid life under Alfred’s roof, of endless prayers, oatmeal porridges, hushed voices in candlelit halls. The few times you could practice swordplay with Steapa were the only times you truly felt alive, until the group of warriors under Uhtred’s command arrived and you noticed him – the strikingly handsome, quiet young Dane, who seemingly carried the weight of something unseen on his shoulders. Sihtric – you had heard others call him.

That night, he had looked more than miserable. Seated at the long table in the servants’ quarters, his head rested in his hands, avoiding conversation, avoiding eye contact, as if the very air around him was too heavy to breathe.

You had watched him from the shadows, knowing full well that you had no business lingering there, but you couldn’t help it. There was something about him – the way he sat apart from the others, lost in his own thoughts, drowning in ale and sorrow that made you even more curious.

And when he finally pushed himself up from the table and slipped away into the dimly lit corridors, you had made a decision, you were going to tease him. Just a little, just enough to shake the brooding warrior out of his misery.

You hadn’t expected the night to turn into something else, something more.

What started as playful distraction quickly turned into something raw and unrestrained. The moment his lips had met yours, any hesitation melted away, replaced by hunger and need. He had kissed you like a man starving, touched you like there would be no tomorrow and when he finally took you, it had been with a ferocity that left you breathless, reeling.

By God, you had never had a more passionate lover, firm and demanding, yet so attuned to your every breath, every whimper and moan. You had never met anybody who took so much delight in giving you pleasure before taking his own, watching you unravel beneath him as if nothing else in the world mattered.

You had thought it would end there. An exciting night of reckless pleasure, a moment of indulgence before returning to the monotony of prayers and duty. Little did you know how wrong you were. 

Was it the way he had looked at you that morning, with quiet sorrow in his mismatched eyes, as if expecting nothing but rejection? Or was it the way his fingers lingered on your skin, hesitant, reluctant to let go? Maybe it was the way he had held out his last silver ring to you with gratitude in his gaze, not knowing you had no need for it. 

You weren’t sure what it was, but something stronger than reason had guided your legs back to the servants’ quarters the next evening and the moment his lips crashed against yours, the whole world began to spin. 

You had never expected to feel something like this. It seemed you were made for each other, equally eager to dominate and to surrender, to give and to take. Two lonely souls starved for  love and affection yet too afraid to reach for it, too afraid to admit it. 

And you couldn’t decide what unraveled you more – the way his touch brought you indescribable pleasure, or the way he came undone at yours. 

The game had begun, and neither of you had any intention of stopping.

You moaned and Sihtric’s lips curled into a smirk, a flicker of pride in his expression as he glanced up at you. “Is this what you wanted?” he rasped against your core.

“Yessss - ahhh, don’t stop, don’t you dare to stop,” you mewled, your voice shaking. You leaned heavily against the cold stone wall, and your head snapped back as his tongue lapped over your swollen perl, dragging you mercilessly to the edge. A wicked heat coiled low in your belly, tension building up faster than you could grasp and then you shattered.

A cry left your lips, your fingers curling desperately in his hair as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your thighs trembled, threatening to give out, but Sihtric held you firm, his mouth never leaving your center, prolonging your pleasure until you were gasping, panting,  boneless mess against the cold stone wall. 

When you finally caught your breath, you reached for him, cupping his face and pulling him up to meet your lips, kissing him slowly, deeply, as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

"You’re far too good at that," you whispered, your heart pounding against his chest.

The moment ended as abruptly as it began, the faint creak of the main door jolting you both back to reality. Sihtric pulled away, his hands steadying you as he glanced toward the sound.

You laughed softly, brushing your thumb over his flushed cheek. “We should go before someone finds us.”

Reluctantly, he nodded, helping you adjust your skirts, but his hand lingered at your waist, his eyes still dark with longing. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for another kiss. 

“And you’ll enjoy every moment of it,” you teased, stealing one last kiss before slipping out of the alcove.

Sihtric let out a slow, unsteady breath, watching you disappear down the corridor, leaving him flustered, aching, his breeches painfully tight.

And even as every fibre of his being screamed that this was madness, that it couldn’t last, that it shouldn’t last, his lips curled into a dreamy smile as he imagined you this night, your little wicked smirk fading into something darker, something hungry, you hands gripping his tights, your warm breath ghosting over his skin before your soft, sinful lips wrapped around his aching length.

He groaned under his breath, fingers clenching into fists at his sides, as he could almost feel it, your tongue teasing along his shaft, your mouth taking him deeper, your nails digging into his skin as he tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding you.

And gods, you would enjoy it, like the night before. The thought alone made his breeches even more unbearable, his breath coming quicker, his pulse hammering.

Gods help him, he knew he was in trouble, deep, deep trouble, but he didn’t care.

Because for the first time in his life, losing himself didn’t feel like drowning, it felt like breathing.

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how about reader who is a honeybadger human x house of hearth (platonic)

Honeybadger!Human!Teen!Reader w/House of the Hearth

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Tags: child homelessness, orphan reader, fighting, jumping a man, illegal activity, fighting, curse words, oc orphans

Including: Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, and other house of hearth children

word count: 3,729 words

A/n: Hi! Thank you for the request! So sorry this took so long to come out. I got lazy and accidentally deleted half of my work while writting. But this was a fun request! I got to look into honey badgers, who are such interesting animals, and (Y/n)'s personality is based on a honey badger!

Living on the streets of Fontaine isn't as bad as people make it out to be. Sure you have to scavenge for food people have already eaten, fight other kids ten times your size, and be ridiculed out in public by people for your ears and tail but you hide them under a coat so it's no problem.

Your days are usually slow with you getting out of bed at whatever time. You then head to Café Lutece in the morning you swipe food off empty tables, which are pretty tasty, sometimes. You then go down to Fleuve Cendre and see if there are any jobs that can earn you a few mora. These jobs usually require you to deliver illegal luggage somewhere, slip something in someone's drink, or whatever the commissioner wants. These jobs are usually highly illegal but they pay so well that you don't complain. Not to brag but you were pretty good at it. After that, you get lunch depending on how much you earn from the commission. Once nightfall comes you have to go and find a place to sleep. There's one spot on the roof of the court that every street kid in the city fights over and you are always the one to take the spot. No kids in Fontaine have weapons that they can fight you with, but you have your claws. These can rip and shred any kid who tries to take your night spot. These street kids know to leave you and your spot alone for the most part.

But today when you got to your spot you found three young adults sitting in your night spot. Two boys and one girl. The first boy was wearing a top hat with clean-looking clothes. The second boy was wearing some kind of sailor hat. The girl was some sort of hybrid with a cat because she had cat ears and a tail, her outfit was similar to the first boy's outfit but blue. These were definitely not street kids and you had no idea how they got here.

"AY!" You yelled the three turned around in surprise. "Get out of my night spot unless you wanna pay for hospital bills tomorrow."

The first boy stood up "So sorry about this, we will be finished in a min-,"

"No." You snap at him "You'll finish now or I kick your asses all the way to Sumeru and back."

"You know you shouldn't be talking like that to people who are much stronger than you." He flashed his pyro vision to you and the girl and the other boy does so too. He gave you a threatening smile. "Give us a minute."

Fun Fact about honey badger: It is said to be the most unbothered animal as stated in the Guinness Book of World Records. So unbothered in fact that they go up against lions and venom snakes.

So when the man threatened you, the words went in one ear and came out the other.

"So? You got a rock that glows. You're still in my spot."

"You're quite the feisty one aren't ya?"

"..."

The girl sighed and got up. "It's not worth it Lyney. Let's go," And with that, they stood up and left your spot. They only moved across the roof away from you but it was enough away where you could sleep without hitting them.

As you lay down you could feel those people's eyes on you. You supposed they were still mad at you for making them move but you didn't care as long as they didn't bother you.

The next morning you wake up, expecting all three people to be gone, instead, you find the cat girl and the quiet boy gone. But the giant top hat man is still there. He was sat, just staring at you.

You thought of saying something to him, but you didn't care all that much. If he was gonna be a creep let him. As long as it didn't impede on your day. You continued with your day as usual. The first thing you needed to do was get some breakfast. There was a nearby cafe, Café Lutece, where you could wait for people to finish eating and then take their leftover food. Their outside seating made it easier for you to grab food

As you got up from your "bed" the boy also got up at the same time. He had an unmoving smile on his face. It unsettled you to your core. But you carried on with your day thinking he would leave. But no instead he followed you to the cafe. You couldn't help but sneer in disgust at the people there they were all dressed in the finest clothes and eating the most expensive food and they paid no mind to the suffering population of Fontaine. You staked out in the bushes. Your unusually thick skin helped you not feel the branches poking you.

As you stalked and waited for someone to leave, the top hat guy sat down at the shop. A few people leave but the waiters are quick to take the extra food before you can grab it. It looked like you're gonna have to skip breakfast for today until the top-hat guy left his table. You race to his table and find that most of if not all the food has remained untouched. There was a chocolate croissant, grapes, and bread with a side of jam. You stuff your mouth with food immediately for some reason it tastes better than usual.

Now with your stomach full you headed down to Fleuve Cendre to see if there were any jobs. For some reason, the man in the top hat is still following you. He seems harmless enough and you don't care enough to ask him what he's doing.

When you get down to Fleuve Cendre you are lucky enough to find someone who will pay you 5,000 mora to jump some rich asshole, you take to job without a second thought. That amount of mora could pay for a whole week of lunches! The commissioner hands you a picture of the guy with his name on the back and a letter. He gives you his instructions and sends you off to complete the commission.

You were about to head off to beat up the victim when you realized that the top-hat guy was still following you. He kept a good distance from you but you could still tell he was following you. You had to find a way to lose him.

The commissioner said the guy worked on the northside of the court so if I get this top hat guy lost on the west side of the court you can hope that you'll never have to see him again. Right next to the entrance of Fleuve Cendre, there was an ally that had pipes that were easy enough to climb up to the roof.

You put your plan into motion and quickly ran to the ally as soon as you were out of the sewers. You looked behind yourself to see if he was chasing after you but to your surprise, he was slowly walking towards you. Once you got to the ally you jumped from wall to wall, latching onto the piping as you scaled the wall. When you got atop the roof you wasted no time a sprit off to the location the commissioner gave you.

Arriving at the meet point you saw that the man in the picture was already there. The man's name was Louis and he had scammed some big gang out of the mora he promised them. All you had to do was to give him some lame excuse to get him to a secluded spot where you could beat the guy up.

Jumping down from the roof you ran up to the guy in a hurry. "Sir! Please! I need your help!" You exclaim while tugging on the man's sleeve.

"What?! Don't touch me! Gods, you street rats are filthy!" So he's a man who only cares about himself? You were originally gonna say that your friend got injured and you needed to help carry her to a hospital, but you have another idea now.

You release your hands from the man's clothes and bow to him. "I'm so sorry sir, but my master has injured himself. Please I need help carrying him to a hospital,"

The man looks hesitant "Who is your master anyway?"

Oh shit. I didn't think about that. I just need the name of a rich person. "U-uh, his name is uh, Abreo! Sir Abreo!" You heard it from a girl while she was having her breakfast this morning.

"S-sir Abreo!" That name seemed to do the trick as his demeanor immediately changed. "Well, why didn't you say so! Lead the way!"

Perfect everything was going to plan. Once he was cornered in the ally you sprinted forward and ran Louis straight into the wall. It was a blur after that. When you came to Louis' body was full of bruises, long claw marks, and blood dripping down his nose. The commissioner said to leave the letter they handed you in his hand and to take a picture of the guy beat up. Once you did that you left the scene without a second look back. If you did look back, you would have found top hat guy admiring your work.

Once you got back to the commissioner you showed him the picture that you got at the job. He gave you a pat on the back and handed you your sack of mora. You decided to get yourself a little treat and went to a nearby vending machine that sold Fonta. This would have been the plan if you had not been stopped in your tracks by that guy in the top hat blocking the exit of Fleuve Cendre.

He was leaning against the wall facing you while playing with a deck of cards. "You know, I haven't seen someone with features like you before." the strange man lifted himself off the wall and started taking slow steps toward you. "Nor, have I seen someone who can take on a full-grown man at your age with only raw skill. And from the looks of it, not strength from how weak you look"

Wait, how did he know you did that? Had he still been following you? And did he just call you weak?!

"I've been following you around for the day and I have to say you would make a perfect addition to the house!"

"Hm? What are you even talking about stalker?" You quirked your eyebrow still wondering what he was talking about.

"The house of the hearth of course!" He said, "We take in orphans, such as yourself, who we see have the potential to thrive in the house! And you have earned yourself an invite with that show of talent today!"

"Nah, I don't do orphanages they'r-,"

"We offer three meals daily and a warm place to sleep."

"Deal."

The house wasn't what you expected. You learned that the boy who recruited you was named Lyney. He directed you to a shared room where you slept with ten other kids about your age, you each had your own bed so you didn't have to fight each other for one. And it was apparently a rule not to fight each other?! It was a strange house for sure.

You met with some of the younger kids. They poked and pulled at your tail and ears. They asked so many questions like:

"Why do you have ears and a tail?"

"Because I'm a hybrid."

"Of what animal?"

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"Uhh..."

"Why doesd your hair have two strips and not three?"

"I-,"

"I like the number three better than two so you should have two strips!"

"Uhhhhhhhhh...."

"Okay, guys let's leave (Y/n) alone and stop asking them so many questions." An older girl said as a younger boy pulled you away from the children. These two were the others on the roof that night. You learned that the girl's name was Lynette and the boy's name was Freminet. They were both the quiet type and didn't speak that much, you didn't know if it was because they were shy or introverted. But something was telling you that it was both.

"Sorry about that," The girl spoke, "They get rowdy when they meet new people who look different."

"It's fine,"

An awkward silence falls around you three until Freminet speaks up "So, um how are you adjusting?"

"I'm alright, it's weird switching from the streets to a warm house."

"Tell me about it," Lynette said, "When Lyney and I moved from streets to here we were having trouble sleeping a full 8 hours."

"You lived on the streets?" You're surprised considering how well they've adjusted to high society, being famous magicians and all.

"Yeah, the spot where we met you was actually where we used to sleep. We went back there to show Freminet where we used to live,"

"And he was appalled by the condition we had to go through!" A voice behind them said over dramatically. You pecked over the siblings' shoulders to see Lyney with his hand over his heart like he was wounded.

Lynette rolled her eyes at Lyney and Freminet began to defend himself.

"I-i did not! When did I say this to you?!"

"I heard it at every place we showed you 'Oh poor Lyney and Lynette!' 'They went through such hardship!' "

Lynette scoffs at this "Lyney, stop that,"

He sighed and relaxed his body "I'm only teasing dear sister! I just like teasing our little Freminet." The magician says while pinching the younger boy's cheeks.

"I'm not that much younger than you you know?" He says swatting his brothers hand from his cheek

"Yes, but you'll still be shorter than me," Lyney says with a wink. "Anyways, I came here to grab (Y/n)!"

"Hm? What for?" you ask curiously.

"I am going to assess your fighting skills." You say goodbye to Lynette and Freminet for now and Lyney walks you to the training grounds. This place is filled with all types of weaponry from swords to crossbows. You're sure that this one room would be enough weapons for an army.

"Here," Lyney snaps you out of your trance and hands you a wooden sword. "The first person to step out of the circle loses."

"Hm? What's this for?"

"For your fighting assessment,"

"Nah, I don't need it," You say as you toss the sword to the side. You honestly have no idea how to use it. "I just need nothin' but my bare hand and 2 minutes. I can push you out of the circle."

"Oh my, confident are we? Why? You think I'll get scared?"

"You said it, not me. If it makes you feel safer, you can use a real sword if you want." Even if the sword hits you it not like it would cut you, you have incredibly thick skin that can't be pierced by just any blade. But you weren't gonna tell him that.

"Hehe, the fight begins when I say 'go'." He says ignoring your last statement.

"Three," He gets into a fighting stance.

"Two," You do the same and you bring your fist up.

"One." You take a breath from your mouth.

"...Go."

Lyney rushes fast at you with his sword ready to hit your face. You block with your arm and Lyney's sword lands on your forearm. He attempts to use the sword to push you backward and out of the circle. But you manage to stay in place by grounding your feet.

You lean your arms back and push Lyney away from you. "Impressive I didn't expect this much strength from you." You ignore his comment and decide to attack first this time. You speed towards Lyney he raises his sword expecting you to go for the face but instead at the last second you drop down on your knees and chop the inside of his knees causing him to fall on his knees.

"HA! Got you!" You say as you grab Lyney by his shoulder and walk him out of the circle.

"Impressive!" He said with a smirk.

"I won! That's one point for me!" You say proudly.

"Actually, I won."

"What?! No! I won fair and square I got you to leave the circle."

"Uh-uh," He said shaking his finger at you. "I said the first person to leave the circle loses. And when you decided to drag me out of the circle you also stepped outside of it first. So I won that round!"

"W-what?! That's not fair!"

"It's perfectly fair! Come on let us go again and I won't go as easy on you this time." He said with a wink. "And this time try not to lose unknowingly

"That was a one-time thing!" You bark back at him.

After a bit of Lyney's training assessment, he excused you to go have some lunch. He said he had to practice a magic performance with his twin Lynette and his brother Freminet. The lunch for today was a beat salad, creamy pasta, and a warm slice of bread on the side. But your favorite was the honey packet. And good archons you LOVED this damn packet!

The first day you were here you were sat down in a fancy room with a lady discussing what would happen when you entered the hearth and the rules you would have to follow. Bored by her incessant yapping you looked around the room for entertainment. Your eyes landed on a small pack that came with your tea you had been served. It had words written in yellow lettering on it. You couldn't read so you had no idea what it said. You ripped the thing open and watched as a golden substance leaked out of it. You sniffed it first, it had a sweet and kinda fruity smell to it. You then licked it. The golden substance coated your tongue in a sweet thick coat. You were entranced by the taste.

"Mx. (L/n)?" The woman across from spoke up. "Are you alright?"

You jump up from your seat launching yourself from your seat to the lady across from you. "WHAT IS THIS SUBSTANCE?!" You shove the pocket in her face while the golden syrup drips onto your hand.

The lady jumped back in surprise, "M-mx. (L/n), please calm yourself!"

"I have never tasted anything so amazing in my life." You stared at the small packet as if it hypnotized you.

"It is called honey..."

"Honey..." You sit back down while you keep staring at the golden liquid.

"Yes, can we get back to the matter at hand please? Now, other operatives will..." After that, she talked about some other thing but you could not think about anything else but the honey packet in front of you and took small licks so you could savor the flavor of the packet.

After the meeting, you specifically asked the person serving food every day if they could give you honey packets.

Back at the present time you were enjoying your lunch when other orphans from the hearth entered the cafeteria. To your surprise, they made it a point to sit next to you every day. Specifically Celine and Adrien, (They are not cannon in the games they are oc) Celine is close to you in age while Adrien is one of the adults that have aged out of the orphanage but still works for the fatui.

"Hey, little critter." You feel a hand come down on your head and ruffle your ears. You grumble at the gesture. You look behind you to see Adrien, he's the only one in this place who dose that to you and it annoys you so much.

"Adrien, stop doing that too (Y/n)." You turn back around to see Celine sitting across from you. She also places a book next to her and opens it.

"I would but I how can I leave these cute ears alone without any love." He says as he grabs your ears and shifts them back and forth on your head.

"Hey! Stop that dude!" You finally speak up and swat away his hands from your head.

He sighs dramatically and flops into the seat next to you. "Fine, I'll stop... But just for today." He says with a wink.

A different voice appears across from you "Maybe they'd let you touch them more if you just asked first." Freminet speaks as he places his plate on the table next to Celine.

"Nah, this is more fun." Adrien chuckles.

"Even if you did ask I still wouldn't let you touch them."

"Oh hi, Freminet," Celine greets the boy, "Are Lyney and Lynette on a mission right now?"

"Oh, no I just wanted to sit here today." He said sheepishly. You all continue to eat your lunch with light conversation when you turn to your side to see Lyney looking over the cafeteria when his eyes land on your table. He starts rushing towards the table.

"Shit!" Freminet ducks under the table in a rush.

"Hm? Frem what are you doing?" Celine looks down on him with her mouth full of food.

"Just ignore me! Pretend I'm not here!" He says in a hushed tone.

Just as he says that Lyney appears behind you with Lynette close behind him. "My dear siblings! Have you seen Freminet we need him to serve as a part of our show! And I believe I just saw him over here for a second."

You give him a questioning look and, unintentionally, your eyes go from Lyney's eyes to the ground under the table.

"Thank you (Y/n)!" Lyney says still with his creepy smile on his face.

"Wait what?" You say confused about what you did but then Lyney crouches down and yanks a pair of legs from under the table. He drags Freminet from under the table and hoists him on his shoulders.

"(Y/n) how could you!" He says as he reaches out for you. You watch as Lyney and Lynette exit the room with an unwilling Freminet on his shoulders.

Man, this is a weird ass family.

More Genshin Impact Stories *ੈ✩‧₊˚

More Lyney Stories ₊˚.༄

More Lynette Stories ₊˚.༄

More Freminet Stories ₊˚.༄

Sorry I took a small break because I had an exzama break out and couldn't move my arm for 5 days because of the pain. But here is an extra long one for you all! Thanks for reading <3

[rubywithecat]

hey! you are not writing for aot boys anymore??? :(( i used to wait for your hc they were the best!! if you are still writing for them, can you make aot boys and when their s/o makes them laugh?? (specially the jaegers brother huhhuhu)

Hihi! Omg im so glad that u like my hcs and thanks a lottt for loving them. It means a lot to me <3 T-T

And yess I’ll still write about AoT and I was even rewatching it during these days coincidently Loll

~AoT boys when their s/o makes them laugh~

-Eren-

U were humming ur fav song when he came into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” He asked as he hugged u from behind and kissed u. “It’s ur fav ramen, Eren” U answered, kissing him back. “My brother Zeke is also joining dinner tonight is that ok?” He asked as he helped you. “It’s fine I made a lot” u answered.

“Here are the servings. Zeke, help urself any drink u like it’s in refrigerator” u said as u joined the dinner table and he nodded. “What’s for dessert, love?” Eren asked taking a bite of his food. U looked at him and then smirked. “Well the dessert ur getting is me” U teased and winked at him. Zeke almost threw up his food and Eren got so shy that his cheek became red but he couldn’t help himself smiling so hard about it, then he coughed in embarrassment.

He dragged u to the kitchen counter and passionately kissed u. “Right in front of my brother?” He said. “Yeah? I did make u laugh right?” U said innocently. “U r going to regret it, love” He smirked.

-Reiner-

It’s rainy season and at Marley camp, u and other warriors have to train despite the heavy rain. U put on the raincoat and walked to training session with ur friends. “The rain isn’t stopping since the morning” Annie complained. “But I like rain” Berthold replied. “But not the heavy rain, Berthold. It makes us harder for outdoor practice” U said.

Reiner was already there and he was waiting for you guys under roof, arm crossed and standing position. “How’s ur way of coming here?” He teased as u removed ur raincoat. U sided eyed him and sarcastically said “It’s so good that I’m so wet right now” u said without thinking other meaning and the realized it and quickly yelled. “No no that’s not what I meant!” U look so cute for him being all shy. Reiner busted out in laughter. “Hey Reiner u dirty mind!!” U yelled. “Uh? I’m not the one who said I’m wet” he teased again which makes u blush even more.

-Porco-

Everybody partying hard after tough mission and u are at 2 shots now. “Let’s play truth or dare” Reiner suggested and others cheered him up. “Whatever” Porco said, annoyed as he smoked his cigarette. “Come on Porco! It’s gonna be fun!” U persuaded him. “Please” U gave him cute eyes and he finally agreed.

“Truth or dare?” Pieck asked u. “I’m going with dare” u said confidently. “Well, I dare u to say a cheesy pickup line to Galliard” she said, setting u up. It would be so embarrassing normally but ur vodka shots make u over confident. U grabbed Porco shirt’s collar and whispered into his ears. “Hey Mr.Jaw titan, don’t look down on me cuz i would look so good underneath you”. He smiled and then laughed so hard. “What did she say?” Zeke asked loudly. “Shut the fck up I’m not telling u” Porco replied.

The next day, u couldn’t even look at Porco face cuz of embarrassment. He would laugh about it and find it cute. “Hey how did u sleep last night huh?” He asked. “Fine I guess” u said awkwardly. He suddenly pinned u to the wall and u thought he was gonna kiss u but he just looked at u closely and smirked. “Mr Jaw titan was a smooth line” he teased.

-Zeke-

He was having a hard day but still make time for the date. He agreed to go look sunset with u even tho he has stress about his work on unfinished project, he pretended like it’s nth and doesn’t wanna make u feel like a burden to him cuz ur not.

“Zeke look at there” u pointed to somewhere and when he tilted his head, u sneaked a kiss on cheek suddenly. He was surprised but he smiled at u and u can tell it makes his day a lot better. “U little sneak” he said as he grabbed ur neck and kissed passionately back. “U could have said so if u want it” he smirked and u giggled. “I can make ur stress is away, trust me?” U teased him, bitting ur lips.

-Levi-

U made a bet with Connie and Sasha that they owe u a drink if u could make ur captain laugh. At first, u tried with all the humors but he got all serious and as a result, u got punished by having to clean the window.

It’s nearly night time and u were still cleaning the windows. “I think he’s being so heartless” u told to Sasha as u wiped the window with anger. “Well, U shouldn’t have accepted the challenge” Sasha said, helping u. “Yeah I’m regretting that now Sasha” U sighed and suddenly yelled as u saw Levi behind u as u turned to get water. “Captain! Didn’t see u there hahaha” u said awkwardly. “Who were u telling that is heatless?” “We were talking about….umm… Jean” U looked at Sasha, asking for help. “Yeah yeah Jean was… acting so mean…” she played along. “R u sure? I thought that kid was talking about me” he asked her and looking suspiciously at u. U smiled confidently but dying inside. “Why would I say such thing to our handsome and hot captain?” U said dramatically, looking at him with puppy eyes. He looked at u back for a sec and he can’t help but let out a little laugh. “Stop messing with me kid” he replied. U can even see him blush.

-Erwin-

It was a formal meeting and u had to follow Erwin as his personal assistant. U had to wear heels and formal tight dress which is really uncomfortable for u.

After meeting, u thought everyone left so, u took off ur heels and swore. “Fck that hurts! How did those women stayed all fine with these fcking shoes!” U were talking to urself. Then u looked aside and saw Erwin was there. “Ah— im so sorry sir! Since when did u come back?” U apologized immediately. “Don’t wear it if it’s uncomfortable for u” He gave u a new pair of shoes. “I brought this for u” he said as he helped u wear the slippers. “Sir u don’t have to! Thank u so much!” U said as he finished. U stood up “Omg this is so amazing! Ur the best Captain!” U said and it made him laugh. “I’m glad u like that” he replied.

[4ranghaes]

gingerbread house with riwoo!!

day 2 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ building a gingerbread house!

lee riwoo x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

10:15 - “hmm, sanghyuk?”

riwoo looked up from the sofa where he was sat with his legs tucked under his body, a hot coffee in his hands as he watched the tv.

“my sweet, you’re awake!” he smiled, opening an arm up for you to come and join him on the sofa.

you rubbed your eyes sleepily as you walked over, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he hummed, peering down at your face, still puffy from sleep, “sleep well?”

you nodded, looking around the dorm with slight post-sleep confusion, “where are the boys?”

“they’ve gone to gangneung for the day,” he said, an arm wrapped around you now stroking your arm gently, “which means we have the whole day to ourselves.”

his hand was now stroking your hair, tucking it behind your ear gently as you sat up, looking at him fully. he smiled at your sleepy face, “so what do you want to do?”

you hummed, looking around the dorm; the shitty christmas tree the boys had bought stood in front of the tv - only about 30 centimetres high and stacked with non-christmas themed decorations. in the kitchen, there was some snacks and goodies that sungho and taesan had brought home from their excursion to a christmas market the day previously.

“gangneung?” you repeated, riwoo’s words finally sinking in.

he laughed, his whole body leaning and falling into yours as he did so, “yes. they’re gonna be gone until late tonight.”

you raised your arm, pointing at the box on the dining table, “can we build the gingerbread house?”

riwoo gasped, his eyes widening as he clicked and pointed at you, “yes! that’s such a good idea!”

you giggled, already going over to the dining table and looking at the box. surely it can’t be that hard.

“we always have sweets in this house so we have loads of decorations, too,” riwoo said, walking over to the cupboards and swinging them open one by one, until surely enough he found a stash of leehan’s sweets and woonhak’s chocolate. “do you want a coffee?”

“yes please!” you smiled, riwoo placing the sweet variety on the table as you ripped open the box.

a bag of icing sugar fell out, as did several large pieces of gingerbread. riwoo placed a mug of coffee in front of you as you smiled, before taking the bag of icing sugar and mixing it up into a paste.

“we should’ve planned this more and got food dye!” you laughed, your boyfriend taking a seat next to you with the bowl of white icing, “how nice would that look?”

he smiled, petting you hair softly as he watched you try to fit the pieces together, “hmm. that would be pretty.”

he watched as you held one of the pieces upside down, laughing with your eyebrows furrowed when they didn’t fit together. “hmm?”

“ya, ya,” he spoke, taking them out your hands and holding them the right way, “put some icing here, we’ll have to hold it in place for a while.”

you did as he instructed, beginning to imagine your gingerbread house. you gasped, “lets put some icing on the roof too, like snow!”

riwoo laughed, you were so cute. he wanted so badly to reach out and touch you, pet your head, but was stuck holding pieces of drying gingerbread together, “let’s put it together first, hmm?”

you smiled, nodding but still excited, “and let’s put gummies on the windowsill like flowers!”

riwoo was about to protest, but instead he looked at your face and nodded, a smile spreading across his face at your excitement, “okay. sounds good, sweet.”

[honeylations]

SHIN RYUJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You wanted to spend your day off playing your new Pokémon video game but seeing your hot ass girlfriend walk around the dorm in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, your plans changed.

Warnings/Notes g!p Ryujin, dick riding, mentions of Yeji

A/N: for those anons that requested Ryujinnie :p

———

Happily placing your new Pokémon game and your switch on your bed, you quickly made a run downstairs to the kitchen and started searching through the pantry, snatching every bag of chips you could find.

Doing the same to fridge shortly after for any soda or juice boxes.

“Are you aware you have 5 other members living under the same roof as you?” Yeji asked.

You almost got whiplashed from how fast your turned your head to the dining table where Yeji, Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna were eating the Kimchi Jigae your girlfriend had kindly cooked.

Actually, it was just so Yuna could stop whining about hungry she was. Speaking of your girlfriend, you noticed she wasn’t around.

“Where’s Ryu?”

“Taking a shower. Now are you gonna explain what the hell you are doing?” Lia crossed her arms and eyed the Doritos and Turtle Chips locked in your arms after shoving cans of Mountain Dew into your pants and hoodie pockets.

“Since it’s our day off, I’m gonna spend the entirety of it playing the new Pokémon game Yuna gifted me” You smiled at Yuna who received a pinch by the leader.

“I told you not to buy her that game”

“But I love Y/n Unnie so much!” The youngest pouted.

You blew her a kiss. “Love you Yuna. It doesn’t hurt learning a thing or two from her, Yeji Unnie” You joked.

Yeji raised her fist and muttered under her breath.

“How’s the food guys? Hope I didn’t make it too spicy for you, Chaer” Your lovely girlfriend appeared in a grey Calvin Klein bra and grey sweatpants.

Her hair was blow dried and on her neck was the silver chain you bought her on your 2nd year anniversary. After playfully ruffling Yuna’s hair, she made her way to you and paused to look at your little crime.

“Hi baby” You smiled.

“At least save some for us, my love” She pouted and hugged you regardless of your full hands.

“Sorry, need it to survive”

“We do too you selfish brat!” Chaeryeong yelled.

Ryujin stepped back to reach into the cupboards and grabbed herself a bowl. “Alright, time to eat”

“Thanks for the kimchi jigae, Ryuddaengs!” Yeji said.

“You’re very welcome. Babe you wanna eat with me?”

Little did she know, you had placed all the snacks and drinks you took on the kitchen counter, busy eyeing your shirtless girlfriend and her flexing muscles. Your eyes travelled to her veiny muscular hands that reminded you of the nights she loved wrapping it around your throat when you two fucked-

“Baby?” Ryu called out to you again.

Her voice sent a tingle to your core being enough of a reason for you to make her abandon her bowl and drag her upstairs.

“Grab your earphones, girls” Yeji sighed while pinching her nose bridge.

Locking you and Ryujin in your bedroom, you pushed her to her knees and rushed to push your sleeping shorts down.

“U-Uh”

“Shut up and put your mouth to good use” You hissed after discarding your shorts, showing the damp spot on your white panties. “Look what you did”

“All for me, darling?” Ryujin smirked, running her hands around your thighs before gently parting them.

“You know what you were doing, walking around looking so fucking hot. Now finish what you started”

“Of course, Princess”

The kneeling girl started licking you over the panties, making it more wet than it already was. She then managed to get you to remove it before sucking on your clit. Your hand grabbed onto her hair while the other held her shoulder to keep your balance.

“Mmm yes Ryu” You softly moaned, arching your back when you felt her tongue slide inside.

“Always tasting so good” Ryu panted before diving back in, making you grind into her mouth and not caring that your juices were drowning her.

She used two fingers to rub at your clit while she continued pushing her tongue deeper inside. “F-Fuck oh my god!”

Her deep moans started to make you shake, already having the need to cum all over her pretty face. “N-No can’t c-cum yet. Wanna do it on your cock” You cried.

Ryujin heard it clearly so she pulled away and stood up, wrapping her right hand around your throat to pull you in for a hot sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself.

“I like seeing you try to dominate” She smirked into the kiss.

You scoffed and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. “I better see that cock out once I finished undressing” You ordered to which Ryujin shrugged and obeyed.

You stripped out your (her) hoodie, showing that you had no shirt nor bra underneath. And just like you asked, Ryujin was bare from the waist down, dick rock hard and she’s leaning back on her hands, smiling at you.

You sat on her lap, instantly holding onto her strong shoulders and connected your lips again. She massaged your waist before helping you sit on her standing cock, releasing a breathy moan into her mouth.

“Mmm, always so tight for me right baby?” She whispered.

You nodded while throwing your head back, letting your girlfriend’s lips attack your breasts, ensuring she marked you enough.

“F-Fuck, so big so big so big” You cried into her neck while moving your hips up and down.

“Very disrespectful of you to not let me eat with the other girls” Ryujin suddenly commented, forcing your hips to go faster and her nails dug into your waist.

“I-I’m sorry”

“I bet you’re being loud to get a rise out of Yeji Unnie, right? Wanting her to break through that door to punish you for being loud by stuffing her cock in your mouth? You’d like that wouldn’t you princess?”

The thought got you crying harder as you bounced roughly on your girlfriend’s cock. She brought her lips to your ear and chuckled.

“I don’t mind sharing you with her for one night. I know you’re a slut for cock”

“Y-Your cock is my favourite, Ryu” You sobbed, kissing her lips for reassurance.

“Hm I know. And I’m gonna make sure it’s the only cock you beg for” She growled and started thrusting her hips up, fucking you harder.

“Ryujinnie!” You screamed, clawing at her shoulders and drool escaped the side of your lips.

“Fucking pathetic. Trying to control me when you fall apart just like this. Be thankful I’m feeling nice today” Your girlfriend groaned.

“Thank you baby! Thank you thank you” you rambled, reaching one hand down to rub at your clit, seeing the way your stomach bulged at each deep thrust.

“Gonna cum with me baby?” She panted.

Lost in so much pleasure, you could only nod and allow Ryujin to fuck you like a doll, shoving her tongue down your throat while her hips drilled into your desperate cunt.

“Cumming…Ryu I’m cumming!” You voiced out and your legs started shaking.

“Fuck” You heard her growl into your jaw, finishing with long lazy thrusts as she emptied her cum inside, feeling it escape your abused lips.

“Are y’all done?” Yeji’s voice suddenly spoke on the other side of the door.

Ryujin, despite her tired state, smirked and eyed your breathless figure in her lap. “Yeah, I guess. Why you wanna join?”

“I’m not opposed to it but not today. Are you still gonna eat?”

“Oh right. Baby, I’m gonna eat now” She poked you but your little snores gave it away.

She kissed your head and rubbed your head. “Be there soon, Unnie just give me 10 minutes”

A/N : sorry it’s so short, I’m running out of ideas T^T

[tsuyoiqueen]

Peaceful Property EP 6 Analysis: Why Didn't Peach Take The Money

Alright, I've seen a lot of criticism towards Peach's decision not to take the money offered by Home's family lawyer to buy his silence and do damage control after the footage of the accident got leaked. Now, I'm all about bashing GMMTV for their mistreatment of TayNew and other actors under their label, as well as for their lazy storylines and plot holes on the final episodes of their shows, but for once I don't think you guys are seeing the whole picture. Yes, GMMTV is notoriously bad at depicting poor characters, but Peach's decision is not out of pocket. It's actually very characteristic of him and the progression of his friendship with Home.

Hear me out: First, in the beginning of the series, we see Peach and Home fight about money many times – From Home accusing Peach of trying to sabotage his Real State business by faking a paranormal event in Best's house for the sake of going viral to Home later on trying to hire Peach to exorcise said properties even though they'd just met.

Peach sees Home as a spoiled, privileged rich kid who was raised to believe money could buy anything. This conflict is explicitly shown on Episode 2, during Rak's exorcism when Home repeatedly attempts to buy his way out of a bad situation and Peach confronts him about it. First, when Home makes fun of Peach's attempt at making Rak a sandwich based on the manager's instructions and questions his abilities, then buys a feast for the ghost after Peach quits the job, arguing that she must've refused to pass on because the food wasn't to her liking. The second time it happened it's a more pronounced attempt, with Home slapping a pile of cash on the table during the commotion and Peach becoming outraged at it.

But this conflict is brought to light again, on Episode 3, when Peach and PangPang sign the ghost-hunting contract and Kan tells them they've essentially sold their souls to Home in exchange for a paycheck, as they need to heed all of his orders from now, which Home takes full advantage of right away. Now, PangPang is fine with the deal – as she's been since the start. She was the one who got Peach to agree to the exorcisms in the first place and it was her idea to go to Home and ask if he could lend them one of his properties. As long as there's something good coming out of it, she doesn't mind. Peach, however, is reluctant to agree to Home's unreasonable requests but eventually caves in and swallows his pride.

Yet, on Episode 5, we see him once again stand his ground. It doesn't matter that Home will cut his paycheck, he refuses to go back into the restaurant where his former mentor passed away (seemingly by his fault). Home has to push him to the brink, remind Peach of his current living situation – He has no place to stay in, he's sleeping under Home's roof – and consequently hurt him to convince him.

But by the end of Episode 5, Peach knows Home never cared about the money or intended to demolish the restaurant to build a 50 million baht condo out of it. Home confesses to Peach that he only acted the way he did because he knew Peach wouldn't have come otherwise and he really wanted to help Peach overcome his fear. So when Episode 6 rolls around, money is no longer a point of conflict in their friendship, right? Wrong.

Money (as well as influence) is the reason why Home is able to make Peach's dream come true in a heartbeat, after barely a day of knowing about it. He does it in grand style, in a palace, with cameras broadcasting it live and even getting Peach a do-over with Chai-Un as a bonus. But Peach doesn't feel like he owes Home, like he has to bend to his will, anymore because he knows where they stand now: they're family and family looks out for each other. Peach knows Home went through all this effort to make him happy and he rewards Home with his full trust. First, by leaving him on charge of the trickiest part of the dish that could ruin his career all over again. And second, by showing his gratitude and considering Home part of his and PangPang's family (They're the parents and Pang's the baby, as said by her).

So, he asks about Home's dream and when he realizes it's something that he can give him, Peach doesn't hesitate to do so. Home, who's grown up in a mansion, never had to fry an egg or find a job to survive, simply craves the love and comfort of a family and Peach welcomes him wholly.

So, then I ask you, why would Peach refuse the money Home's family lawyer offered him and give back what he got from the exorcisms? Well, the moment Peach found out (or rather assumed) that Home had been lying to him all this time, their friendship left a sour taste in his mouth. What Peach was led to believe Home had done out of care had turned out to be just an attempt at relieving himself of the guilt of the hit-and-run situation. Peach could be thinking Home sought him out on purpose with ulterior motives from the start, that it was all a game to him.

That only escalates once Home's family lawyer, and not Home himself, walks in with yet another contract for him to sign and an order of eviction. That is what puts up a wall between Home and Peach again and reminds Peach of their class disparities: he is poor and Home is rich. Three years ago, Home hit him with his yellow sports car while Peach was on his way home from work. Home's family took care of everything, bribed the police and buried the evidence while Peach was left with pain, guilt and trauma. Home was sent abroad to lay low while Peach lost his mentor (and mother figure), his job and his self-confidence. They couldn't be more worlds apart than they are.

One of Peach's fatal flaws is his pride. He doesn't care if he's going to have to go back to the "rat hole" he came from. He doesn't care if he's losing the chance of living a comfortable life. Peach went his whole life without generational wealth, he can continue to do so now.

So of course, not only doesn't he take the money but he goes even further and intends to give back all that he got from Home's family. Peach wants to be far way from Home and that includes his money. He doesn't care about being reasonable right now, he's just protecting himself.

[zedif-y]

something that i keep coming back to is the idea of what would've happened if impulse or bdubs ate that golden apple in double life.

would it have unsynced their hearts? would it have unravelled their soulbind?

would one of them have survived?

maybe the realistic answer is that they both die anyway. maybe things stay the same and they end up bleeding in the snow as pearl trudges out of the fight alive. maybe it wouldn't have made much of a difference at all.

but what if. what if.

what if they were the only ones left? what if the apple made all the difference?

...i like to think they would've gone home.

home is a bit of an overstatement at that point, what little is left of it just barely standing, their items destroyed. there is no more bed to sleep in, no dinner table nor warm food.

but.

(impulse looks up, squints.)

there is still the roof.

(he nudges bdubs with a grin. bdubs grins back.)

so they make do.

(they're damn good at that, if nothing else.)

i think that it's late in the afternoon when they settle on the roof of their old home, limbs aching from the battle and dried blood on their clothes.

i think that they put together a makeshift bed, barely big enough for two.

i think that the sky begins to grow dark as they patch each other up, scraps of bandages tied lovingly around shared wounds.

i think that the world slows, turning into shades of pinks, oranges, and purples.

i think that they sit side by side.

bdubs sighs, his head on impulse's shoulder.

"what a day, huh?"

impulse huffs a laugh, "you can say that again."

his hair's a mess, ruffled like all the mornings before, the ends singed from lava and explosions. his lip is split, the sting echoed. the colors of the sky sit reflected in dark eyes. dried blood stains his cheek.

bdubs lets his gaze linger, drinking in the sight.

in the still quiet of the world, bdubs looks at his husband and thinks him beautiful.

then, impulse turns to him, a teasing smile on his lips.

"are you just going to sit there and stare at me?" he asks. "there is an entire sunset in front of us, you know."

"maybe i'd just rather look at you," bdubs replies, easy as breathing. impulse laughs, but his cheeks are pink, warm under bdubs' kiss.

i think that they sit there until the moon rises, laughing and bickering until the stars light up the night.

the question, then, is what happens next?

perhaps there is a lifetime more painful than this one. perhaps it is multiple. perhaps this universe holds no room for kindness towards its victors.

but pretend with me, for a moment, and imagine a world where the universe says sleep.

you may rest now, it whispers, soft as the wind as they close their eyes. you have earned it. you have done well.

under the stars, side by side, two heartbeats start to slow.

until they finally, finally stop.

(here, they are the first to win happy.)

[kidcanines]

so i’m losing my marbles / one marble at a time, it’s true.

—DNI NSFW—

▪ has reading glasses, the ones with the flat top. He likes to read at night so he has a spot in the living room or in his study complete with a nice, cushiony, faded gray rocking chair that he sometimes falls asleep in, a tall black floor lamp with an umbrella cap that isolates the lighting right above him, and a coffee stained circular table that holds his mugs, glasses, sticky notes, books a part of his to be read list, and other miscellaneous stuff that he brings into the room, clutched in his hand without much thought as to where it actually goes. 

▪ he plays simple guitar as a silly little pastime. something he picked up from Hizashi when they were on a music kick. both coping with Oboro’s death. he thought that it wouldn’t serve much purpose, so the thing had collected dust sitting in the back of his closet for all the years he’d gone without practice. but one night you had trouble sleeping, the all too familiar plague of nightmares on your frightened brain preventing you from closing those pretty eyes and drifting off. it was Hizashi, over text, who’d given him the idea to even pull out the guitar, and as he goes digging in the back of his closet he becomes more and more apprehensive about even playing the thing. but eventually he finds it, untuned and dusty. strings practically begging to be replaced, the entire piece screaming of disuse. when he holds it right, those memories come back, of heartfelt conniptions on those roofs under cold nights, accompanied by five turned four. and he surprises himself with what he plays, a song that reaches into his stomach and uproots all the nostalgia he’d thought would stay far away from him, in that frozen space in time. it sends you right to sleep, on your stomach with soft breaths and a guitar he apparently still knows how to play, even in the dark when he can’t see

▪ he likes going into new cafe’s. exploring their menus with an apprehensive expression on his face before ultimately ordering some anticlimactic treat he’s probably had a dozen time’s over in different places. especially on gloomy days is when he likes to go out. long gait bringing him to some place in the world that he, as a product of his hero work, knows all too intimately despite not being in one place for too long. all by shape and form of the roofs, the feel of the buildings around him. it’s not really his fault that he doesn’t know what the buildings are for, rather what they look like at night. you usually trail not too far behind him, bunny plush gifted by Nemuri in the crook of your arm as he holds your hand firmly, sure not to lose you in the crowd of people. 

▪ you’re often held by him, chest to chest, arms around his neck, like a koala. he doesn’t mind, supporting your weight with gentle hands as he rubs a hand up and down your back or goes about his daily routine as if you are but a tie hanging off of his throat. 

▪ despite his guitar skills, he doesn’t have as big a musical inclination as the average person. in fact, it’s below average, probably. it mostly just consists of songs he can play with his instrument, all that he’s been interested in really. he supposes it pays off sooner or later, to have only songs he can play, or wants to play, in his rotation. 

▪ in his free time with you, he makes sure you don’t have so much electronic time. coaxing you out of the house to some nearby park where Hizashi or Nemuri 'coincidentally' end up being. but, when it's just you guys, you find you don’t want to play on the swings or slide down the slide or climb on the monkey bars. instead, you want to watch the nearby ants crawl up the concrete, carrying bits of sand or food in their hands as they go to someplace you know nothing of. he watches them with you, just as curious about you as you are about the nature of the entire world. in a way, he finds it charming, the way the same earth you both live in is seen in different perspectives. Shouta supposes he likes the duality. 

▪ he’s actually not as opposed to tattoos as many people would guess, fond of them in the way anybody would be fond of ink permanently injected into their skin. in other words, a lot. he’s got one for Oboro on his left shoulder, Hizashi, Nemuri, and Tensei all have matching ones on their wrist, and you, he’s got on his collarbone. 

▪ he struggles with being affectionate, but lets you know above all that you’re loved through crumpled notes placed into your palm when he’s not there to wake up with you in the morning. he still cuddles with you pushed into his chest in the night, holds your hand whenever you reach for it, sits you on his lap whenever he deems necessary, and is properly protective over you whenever the situation calls for it. 

▪ firmly cherishes homemade things you give him. he cannot shake the overwhelming importance of something you made, so meticulous and conscientious with anything and everything you put your mind to. he’s always known you as a careful kid, sure to learn situational things once and have the lesson stick. so he hangs your cards, your gifts, your stick figures cut out and put into little houses with smiley faces and colorful markered hair, on his wall at work or in his study or puts the ones he feels most strongly about in his drawers to look at when people aren’t around. to thumb at in the quiet night of a city comforted by the apparent permanence of itself. 

▪ isn’t really much of a drinker, but for all intents and purposes, hero work is stressful at best and downright gut wrenching at worst. so sue him if he enjoys a bit of bourbon and coke every now and then. 

▪ he takes into account far too fast and far too easily that you don't appreciate in the slightest being shipped off to school in a bus full of rowdy kids that can’t control themselves, if evidenced by the mirrored blank face stare you give him as the vehicle creates gradual distance between the both of you. with a sigh he pulls you out of the institution the second day of and takes it upon himself to teach you (with a little (a lot of.) help from Nezu and everyone else in his social circle.) he still feels your general social skills important to cultivate, so he, every once in a while, sicks you on some kids at a moderately crowded park to play your hand. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, and he can’t tell if you come back better for it or not. but it has to count for something, right? 

▪ his cooking skills start at ramen and end at hot dogs, somewhere in between there's a grilled cheese and maybe a good (not burnt.) quesadilla. but he’s pretty sure that doesn’t fulfill even more than half of all the nutritional criteria needed to make you completely healthy, and take out doesn’t really cut it. so he enrolls himself in cooking class, and for the better part of the year, both of you are eating leftovers from Hizashi who comes, all too happy and eager, to cook for the both of you. 

▪ he smells like oats, coffee, and probably dirt. an age old smell which he’d never really tried to wash out of his clothes or rid his body of in general. it's not all unpleasant, it’s just whenever you perk up at his scent--wherever he’s been--and realize he’s not in your immediate vicinity, you get all sad and his heart can’t handle that specific watery look in your eye. like you’d just been kicked despite the fact that nobody had laid a singular hand on you since he’d picked you up off the street. 

▪ both of you guys are equal amounts of tired all the time. it never fails. when you go to sleep, he goes to sleep, and when he goes to sleep, you go to sleep. it’s never a complicated affair when he turns the lock in the door and finds you curled up on the side of the couch, neck contorted in a way that, by all means, can’t be comfortable, watching some cartoon he doesn’t bother to pay attention to since it’s not your favorite. despite his body's protests, he gently lifts you up in his arms, taking your hands and putting them around his neck, lifting you up by your back to tote you into the bedroom and tuck you in so that when he comes back from his shower he can lay right beside you and drift off just as you had. no doubt waiting for him to come back from his patrol. 

▪ at first you called him ‘Aiza’ not being able to fully pronounce his name, it was precautionary, and he found it cute. but now that he’d officially adopted you, claimed you as his, he’d tried coaxing you down the ‘dada’ path. there was no rush, and he’d in fact toyed with the idea for a long long while before presenting it to you. at this you smiled, a sunshine thing and grabbed his scruffy face, rubbing your hands up along his cheeks before planting your forehead on his and murmuring something along the lines of ‘Dada Aiza.’

▪ he has cats you get along with great. in fact, you tend to bring home strays all on your own. only one cat being actually his, and the next two being ones that had otherwise relentlessly followed you home, scratched at the door, and when let in, obnoxiously settled on the carpeted living room floor as if the house was theirs all along. as if they hadn’t been begging to be let in only a couple minutes ago, cuddling up to you, on your heels wherever you went no matter the situation. at the table with the wooden chairs, one would cuddle up on top of your feet, and the other would be in your lap. The first only liked to be around you when the other two weren’t around and those moments were few and far between. Eventually all three formed a little clique, and the first found pleasure in being in their company whilst being in yours. It was nice.

[visionofvoid]

Homewrecker - MV1 Part Four

Summary: “i’m not some prize to be won.”

Warnings: apologetic max

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 2k

Taglist:  @octaviareina, @formula1mount @ravenqueen27 @evans-dejong

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE

It only really hit her a few weeks later that Max Verstappen was in love with her. 

The current reigning World Champion of Formula One was in love with her. Little old plain Jane Blake Collins. Blake Collins who had no surviving family. Blake Collins who had no serious relationships in her lifetime. She didn’t have anything to bring to the table, apart from the fact that she was incredibly organised and had an incredible memory. 

So, it came as a surprise that the first time Max had ever sought her out was as the clock struck twelve on the thirtieth of November, marking Blake’s twenty-third lap around the sun. 

maxverstappen1: happy birthday, blake.

It was simple, civil and weird. 

The last time she had seen Max had been when he was about to punch George in the face and she had been avoiding him ever since. Kelly had been at the last race in São Paulo to try and rekindle things but from what Blake heard through the grapevine it didn’t end well with Kelly rushing home with a red tear stained face and shielding herself from all news outlets. 

Blake had tried to reach out to Kelly but she was soon blocked on all accounts and numbers. It was heartbreaking to say the least. Blake had obviously not been aware of Max’s feelings towards herself and she thought she was close enough to Kelly to speak things out. She chose to focus on her relationships with her new found family at Mercedes. She had become fast friends with Carmen, George’s girlfriend and loved how Carmen would always joke about leaving George from Blake. 

She kept looking at the message from Max, noticing that she had somehow followed him over the course of the last few weeks, probably by accident or by some dare that George, Carmen or some of the other drivers made whilst drunk. She also noticed that underneath his username and under the small green dot he was still in the chat. She couldn’t leave him left on read now. 

blake_collins98: thank you

It was simple, sweet and civil. 

She got little to no sleep that night, the message from Max on her mind as she lay away in her hotel room. She went over everything that was planned for the race day and end of season conferences, interviews and got everything ready for the end of year. She knew she would have plenty of time but whilst she was wide awake there was no time like the present. She eventually found sleep, waking up to a soft knock on the door. She left it for a few seconds, pleased with the fact that there was no other attempt to disturb her. 

Blake still had a fair while before she had to get motivated and start work but found herself wondering what the knocking could have been. She walked to the door, peering through the hole to find no one standing there but opened the door just in case. There sat a bouquet of sunflowers mixed in with roses and baby's breath. It smelled incredibly fresh but it was also paired with a few different pastries and a fruit platter. If you knew Blake you would know that she was a room service connoisseur and she knew for certain that this was not just any room service. She looked around the hallway to see no one and opted to pick up the flowers and the tray. She would never turn down free food.

Setting the flowers on a bench, a small piece of paper fell out from in between the stems and to the ground. She bent down, opening the small envelope to read the message. It was in an unfamiliar scrawl;

happy birthday blake. meet me on the roof of the hotel tonight at 11:50pm

There was no sign off to identify who it was that sent the flowers. Everyone knew her favourite combo, she would gush over them every time Lewis, George and even Alex would engage in a friendly rivalry to make her feel loved and wanted when she had her cycle but this? This was a whole other ballpark. 

The race came and went with Max taking his second consecutive World Championship title, George and Lewis coming fourth and sixth respectfully. She had received many bouquets of sunflowers and roses from mechanics, engineers, other advisors in the company and across the other racing teams. She had many bottles of alcohol she would have to send back to her small apartment in England that was barely unpacked from all the travelling she had been doing. She had never felt more loved and validated in her life. She felt like she belonged. 

She sat in her room after disappearing from the afterparty, staring down at the note. Despite all the season rivalries, all the crashes, all the empty threats exchanged, everyone was celebrating the end of the season whether or not it was at the big afterparty for Max or with their own little teams and friendship groups. As Blake was leaving, she recalled seeing Toto in a drunk haze trying to get Susie to dance with him. She told no one she was leaving and no one where she was going.

Blake remained in the same clothes as she was partying and drinking in; a long pair of wide leg pants with a muted green print on it, a black mock neck top and just a pair of nice boots. Her hair was in a bun to help alleviate any sweat she would usually have on her neck had it been down. She was comfortable and that's all that mattered to her. She had ten minutes until she had to be on the roof to meet with the mystery person. It could go one of two ways; it could be a secret admirer that was going to confess their undying love for her or it could be a stalker and she could potentially die. Either way, she grabbed a bottle of Moët and Chandon, some Guylian seashell chocolates. She took them with her and made her way out of her room and to the elevator. 

A number of teams were in the same hotel, making it nearly impossible to run into fans of the sport. She smiled at some of the engineers, advisors and drivers as they came in and out of the elevator to head to their rooms, obviously buzzing from the drinks and the afterparty. She arrived to the roof, a small breeze welcoming her as she looked around. No one else was up there, only a number of empty booths with outdoor lounge furniture to keep her company for the time being. She picked a booth that overlooked the circuit, watching as the clean up crew had begun to clean up the circuit. She cursed herself for not bringing a jacket with the breeze and she tried her best to shield herself from the winds as she cornered herself in the booth. The only light provided was from surrounding buildings. Blake was surprised no one had even come up here after the afterparty.

Blake had left her phone in her room so she couldn’t tell how long it would take for this mystery person to arrive or even if she was getting stood up. She tried to calm her nerves by opening the packer of chocolates, one by one followed by a swig of her Moët. She was sure it was a glorious sight to behold. 

“I’m surprised you came.” Startled, Blake jumped in her seat as the voice came from behind her. The packet of chocolates bounced off her outstretched legs and landed off to the side of the booth. She turned, noticing Max in the same clothes from his celebration. She furrowed her eyebrows as she twisted her body to look at him. 

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be back down there?” Blake questioned, her eyes following Max as he walked around and sat on the opposite side of the booth. He noticed her shivering right away, fumbling to get his jacket off and pass it to her. She went to protest but she could feel the warmth from his own body radiating off the jacket and it was just too damn enticing. 

“They won’t notice that I’m gone.”

“Well, I’m supposed to be meeting someone and-”

“You’re supposed to be meeting me, Blake.” Blake stared at him, his jacket clearly a few sizes bigger than her frame but she was warm nonetheless. “I sent the flowers.” Blake thought that deep down she knew it was Max but played it off as someone else because she wasn’t too sure what to expect. 

“I don’t understand.” Blake confessed, leaning over to place the bottle of Champagne on the glass top table. 

“I knew it was the only way I could talk to you, without any distractions, without you running away and avoiding me.” This was the first in person conversation with Max that was civil. There was no glaring, no death stares, no scoffing or rolling of the eyes. It felt nice, though again, Blake wasn’t too sure what to expect from this. 

“There's been a reason for that, Max. You’ve threatened my friends, you’ve ruined my relationship with someone who I thought was my friend, my family. You’ve made me out to be some homewrecker. I don’t know what to think.” Max looked down as the palm of his hands in his lap before looking back up, directly into Blake’s eyes. She thought she would feel intimidated by the look after all his past glares but she felt…Warm? He looked apologetic.

“I have no excuse, I know that.” Blake burrowed herself into his jacket, waiting for Max to continue. “But I want to make things right.”

“Why do you love me? You never bothered to get to know me when I was working with Kelly so I just don’t understand.” It was a valid question, but Max had the answers. He seemed to chuckle to himself, it seemed obvious. And perhaps it was to him. 

“You don’t care for the life Kelly wanted. You love meeting people, making people laugh, smile, happy. You are a beacon as soon as you walk into a room and everyone gravitates towards you, no matter what. I know lots about you, through Kelly, through Penelope. I know you love sunflowers and roses with baby’s breath because yellow, red and white are your favourite colours. I know you want a dog but want to own a house before getting one, I know you love to cook rather than go out. I know things about you, Blake, more than you realise.” Max finished, looking at Blake expectantly. 

“That’s not really giving me an answer Max, make me understand.” He pushed himself from the position on the couch and moved closer to her. Blake wanted to back away, create some sort of distance between the two but instead her heart started to beat faster. “I can’t give you what Kelly had. I’m no model, I rent an apartment, I have no living family. I’m sure this is all just a phase, Max.” 

“I thought it was a phase, at the very start. But then I found myself wishing I was taking you out on trips or to fancy restaurants, it was you that I wanted to celebrate a win with. I don’t want Kelly, I want Blake Collins, I want you.” It was romantic, that much Blake could admit, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily. She wasn’t even sure where Max stood in her life. Did she have feelings for him? She certainly didn’t hate it. 

“I’m not some prize to be won, I’m not a possession you just have. I’m not even sure I even like you as a friend.” Max clenched his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew he fucked up with his words, with his explanation. 

“No, no. You’re right, I didn’t mean it like that. Look, I can’t take back anything I did or say and I regret that, I really do. But let me have one chance, one chance to get this right. One chance to prove to you.”

“One chance, Verstappen, and it’s not going to be easy.”