#rhiannon x you

[lottiesgrl]

𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

cw: canon-typical violence, mentions of stalking, semi-toxic behavior, smut, fingering (r!receiving), face riding (rhiannon receiving), strap-on use (rhiannon receiving), inspired by an ask that i no longer have in my inbox

��you'd be lying if you said you hadn't noticed the way rhiannon looked at you when you talked to your mutual coworkers. you were always able to notice it - the nasty looks she shot your way when you spoke with claudia and linus, even if it's over something as mundane as reporting on a missing bike

🗡you're pretty sure she hates you, and you're not sure why. i mean, what could you have done to deserve the way her eyes bore into the back of your head every time you're in a conversation?

🗡so, you vow to try and talk to her, in order to dissuade this "grudge" she has against you. but when you do, it doesn't go at all how you're expecting. the corners of her lips pull into a shy smile every time you approach her desk, her eyes averted and fingers pulling at the hem of her skirt.

🗡around the same time, you start to notice a few things off around the workplace. whenever jeff, that asshole who keeps criticizing your article proposals, says something particularly harsh, he always coincidentally gets caught up on the toilet. you're not sure if it has something to do with the fact that rhiannon is the one handing him his morning coffee each morning with a sickly-sweet smile that you're sure is hiding years of disdain.

🗡and it's not just at your job, either - the sleazy guy on the trolley that always tries to cop a feel each time you pass him hasn't been on since you complained about him to rhiannon, pointedly avoiding eye contact when you notice him on the street as he rushes to take the tube instead. and the woman in your neighborhood who always complains your lawn decorations has been complimenting them more than usual, with a strange expression that you can't quite discern.

🗡if you though rhiannon's jealousy couldn't get any worse than it already can be, you'd be deathly wrong. when the two of you get together, it's like someone flipped a switch, and her jealousy increases tenfold.

🗡it starts out with subtle gestures and touches, innocuous things that you might not have been able to notice if you hadn't already been aware of her possessive tendencies. a hand wrapped around your waist while you're socializing, intertwining your fingers as you walk to work together, and an arm flung over your shoulders when you're at the pub. she always needs to be touching you in some way, and you don't mind one bit.

🗡but as time goes on, she starts to be less subtle. well, at least she thinks she's being subtle. to you, the way she stares daggers into anyone who even remotely flirted with you was anything but inconspicuous.

🗡it's no surprise that she's incredibly insecure, and this is especially true when you're in a relationship with her. to her, the reason she's so possessive is because you're the only person in her life who truly sees her. no one else has cared about her like you, and the thought of someone else stealing you from her is absolutely mortifying.

🗡there have been many instances in which she breaks down to you about her insecurities, and you understand it. in your eyes, she's the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen, and you experience your fair share of jealousy. you run your hands through her hair, something incredibly vulnerable for her that she's allowed you to do, and assure her that you wouldn't want anyone else.

🗡you're more than content to live with rhiannon's possessiveness, even if it means that the men that bother you often end up missing.

nsfw under the cut

🗡when rhiannon gets jealous, more often than not, she gets turned on. really, really turned on. after all, it gives her such a rush to know that people can look at you all they want, but no one will ever be able to have you, to fuck you, like her.

🗡if she notices someone flirting with you while you're out at the bar, she will be dragging you home, desperate to have you all to herself (but not before she approaches the two of you, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek while asking, "babe, who's this?")

🗡sometimes, if the bar is too far or she's feeling especially needy, she'll drag you into the nearest alleyway then and there. you have your reservations, but when she's two fingers deep inside of you whispering that she'll kill anyone who sees the two of you, your inhibitions fly out the window.

🗡whether she's dominant or not depends on the day. some days, she wants to bury her fingers deep inside of you, making you cry out her name until she's wrung multiple orgasms out of you. it gives her such a rush, knowing that you give in so easily and so willingly, all because you're hers. but some days, all she wants is for you to get her off. whether it's guiding your hands to her (absolutely dripping) panties, riding your face, or bouncing on your strap, she needs you to make her cum, and you're more than happy to oblige.

🗡she'll force you to look into her eyes, her grip on your chin tightening and wrenching your face up to look at her if you dare to break eye contact for even a second. "look at me", she growls, bottom lip between her teeth as you bring her closer to the edge. she wants - no, needs - you to see her, because you're the only one who can. you see her.

🗡aftercare with her after jealous sex is always so soft, pressing soft kisses to her forehead as the two of you lie in bed panting. you reassure her that you're hers, forever and always, and you can see the way a smile forms on her face at your words.

🗡you're hers. forever. and she'll always make sure of that.

[chainsawsangel]

"I finally understand the harvey hype"

oh, I'm sorry! you mean stardew valley harvey? the "he's such a boring romance" harvey? the harvey whose romance took me LITERAL hours to get so I could marry the lovable guy, that harvey?

he's cool now? HE'S BEEN COOL.

[rhiannonsknife]

Thinking about boss!rhiannon and secretary!r where Rhiannon isn't used to this kind of power and wants to keep it professional so badly... But it's not her fault that you're just so sweet, and your cheerful compliance just does things to her... And before she knows it, she's keeping you around in the office longer than usual, she's finding excuses to call you in to talk to her when it's not needed, she's even distracted watching you move about the office, doing little tasks...

So she calls you in again, making sure your progress report lasts a little over work hours, and that's when things get interesting...

-🔆

— BOSS!RHIANNON & SECRETARY!READER

— summary: boss!rhiannon & secretary!reader hcs

— warnings: coworkers(?) to lovers. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni.

rhiannon who’s new to this whole “being the boss” thing…

…and determined to prove herself by keeping things strictly professional. when she first meets you though, she’s completely unprepared for just how sweet you are. you’re efficient, and always one step ahead too, which should technically make her life easier, but instead, it leaves her flustered. she’s so not used to someone anticipating her needs that it is unnerving. obviously, she resolves to keep things strictly business, but the way you cheerfully ask, “is there anything else i can do for you, ms. lewis?” makes her heart skip every single time.

at first, rhiannon keeps your interactions short and professional.

she sticks to emails and curtly worded requests, but every time you pop into her office with a stack of papers or a fresh cup of coffee, she can’t help her gaze from lingering. there’s a subtle warmth to your presence that she can’t seem to ignore. whether it’s the way you organize her desk without being asked or how you always knock softly before entering her office, rhiannon starts to notice all the little things about you that make her day just a bit better.

but soon enough, rhiannon can’t help herself anymore…

…it starts innocently enough: she finds herself lingering on your emails longer than she should, rereading them even when they don’t need a reply. she catches herself looking forward to hearing your voice when you call to confirm her appointments or when you enter her office to hand her her coffee order.

she starts finding excuses to interact with you more often: a task that could easily be emailed becomes a reason to call you into her office. a question that isn’t urgent becomes an opportunity to stop by your desk. the first time she catches herself staring at you, really staring, while you’re bent over her desk explaining a report, she jolts back like she’s been burned.

your first late night with rhiannon…

…happens by accident. she’s so caught up in work she doesn’t realize you’ve stayed back to help. when she glances up and sees you at your desk, she’s surprised to find that you’ve stayed back to help. “you didn’t have to stay,” rhiannon says, leaning against the doorway to your office. “i didn’t mind, ms. lewis,” you assure, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

from this point forward, every week, there’s a new reason for you to stay late. whether it’s a ‘last-minute report’ or ‘urgent filing,’ she keeps you in her orbit well past office hours. rhiannon even goes as far as inventing tasks that don’t really need to be done, like asking you to reorganize a cabinet she just had you sort the day before or pretending she needs a second opinion on a document she’s already reviewed. she schedules unnecessary one-on-one meetings that drag on far longer than they should, and halfway through, she’ll forget what the meeting was even about because she’s too distracted by how intently you’re listening to her.

rhiannon, who eventually reaches her breaking point.

it happens late one evening, during another of her so-called ‘progress report’ meetings. you’re sitting across from her, flipping through a file as you explain the details of a project. she isn’t even pretending to listen anymore, her gaze glued to you.

when you glance up and catch her staring, your brows furrow. “ms. lewis? are you okay?” she inhales sharply at your question, barely managing a clipped, “i’m fine. keep going!” you hesitate before continuing, but the tension in the room is palpable now. her hands clench into fists on her desk, and her eyes flicker to your lips every time you pause.

finally, when you finish your report and move to leave, rhiannon’s voice stops you: “wait!” she blurts. you turn back, confused. “is there something else?” she stands abruptly, her chair forcefully scraping against the floor, and rounds her desk, coming to stand just a foot away from you. “you need to stop being so…” she trails off, visibly struggling.

“so what…?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, heart pounding. her hands twitch at her sides and she crosses her arms over her chest in a sudden movement as she looks for the right words. “so…kind. so sweet. so…you!”

you blink at her, stunned. “i- i don’t understand. did i do something wrong?”

“no,” she says quickly, almost desperately. then, quieter: “you didn’t do anything wrong. that’s the problem…” there’s a beat of silence where neither of you moves, the tension in the air so thick it’s suffocating. then, rhiannon steps closer, her hand reaching out but hovering just shy of touching your arm.

“we shouldn’t…” she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

“shouldn’t what?”

rhiannon finally looks into your eyes, and whatever restraint she had left shatters. before you can respond, she closes the distance, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s equal parts desperate and hesitant, as though she’s still testing the waters despite the need to have you. for a moment, you freeze, too shocked to even react. when her hands finally settle on your waist, pulling you closer, you melt into her touch, your own hands finding their way to her shoulders.

when she finally pulls away, her breathing is ragged. “we should not have done that,” she pants, reaching out to fix her hair. “i know,” you reply, your voice equally unsteady. neither of you moves to step away. her thumb brushes against your side absentmindedly as she adds, “i can’t- i’m your boss!”

“then why did you kiss me?” you demand softly.

“i couldn’t not kiss you anymore!” rhiannon reasons breathlessly.

rhiannon, who tries (and fails) to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

every time she sees you, her mind instantly flashes back to the memories of that night you fucked in her office kissed and she has to bite her lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. from this point forward, she’s touchier with you. she puts her hand on your thigh underneath the table, or rubs your back in passing. rhiannon starts leaving little notes for you on your desk as well, seemingly about work tasks, but the messages always end with something personal like: ‘you look amazing from where i’m sitting. just saying! xx’

you, giddy from the moment you read her note, obviously play along and send her your responses via email. ‘should i put ‘amazing’ in the subject line for future progress reports?’

rhiannon who starts calling you into her office more frequently.

things spiral fast after that first night together. “i just need you to clarify something in this report,” rhiannon tells you one afternoon. yet when you step inside and close the door behind you, she’s already standing, her hands reaching for you as the report lies forgotten on her desk.

“you’re a terrible liar,” you tease, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she pulls you close. “shut up,” rhiannon mutters playfully as her lips find yours. you both learn exactly how to rile the other up in a short time, even in the most inconvenient moments.

rhiannon who loves the secrecy.

there’s something so thrilling to her about the stolen moments in the office, the hurried, desperate kisses behind closed doors, the way she sneaks glances at you during meetings when no one else is watching you, knowing she’ll have you bent over this very desk later. still, rhiannon struggles with the power dynamic between you, often worrying that she’s taking advantage of her position.

“i don’t want you to feel like you have to-” she starts one night, but you interrupt immediately: “i don’t feel like i ‘have to do’ or anything,” you assure, your hand resting gently on her cheek. “i’m here because i want to be!”

rhiannon who somehow knows exactly what she’s doing.

you’re not sure how many women she’s slept with before, but she’s a natural either way. her touch is better than anything you’ve ever known, her fingers confident in the way they flick over your clit in one of the many hurried office hour escapades. she’ll sit you down on the edge of her desk, the door shut and locked securely, spread you wide open for her, and then put her head between your legs.

and she enjoys it!! she might not get any physical pleasure from it herself but -god- does she love the taste of you on her tongue, eating you out like a woman starved every single time.

“you taste so good,” she whispers against your pussy, her eyes darting up to look at you, her tongue flicking your clit simultaneously. you have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip until you can taste blood to avoid screaming through the entire office and give yourself away.

rhiannon who uses you as her personal stress relief, rather than a secretary.

whether it is subconscious or not, after every single stressful meeting or business call that has tested her patience, rhiannon calls you into her office to blow off some steam. you’re not even sure if she’s aware and you’d never tell, but you love it when she gets like that: when she bends you over her table without another word, pulls down your panties from beneath your skirt, and pounds her fingers into you relentlessly. she’ll just go on and on about how terrible everything went and how incompetent some of her colleagues are while fucking you dumb from behind until your knees give out.

rhiannon who wears a strap to work.

when you first spot the slight bulge in her trousers, you convince yourself that you’re just seeing things. surely, there’s no way your boss would show up wearing a strap-on in the office, right?

yet, when she brushes up against you from behind, rhiannon makes sure you feel the silicone pressing against your center through your clothes. you can hear the way her lips curl up in a satisfied smile when she catches your surprised gasp. “come on,” she whispers, already pulling you along by the wrist.

rhiannon, who loves to watch you ride her in her chair.

whether it is during office hours, where she has to cover your mouth so you won’t be too loud, or after everyone has left and it is just the two of you, she loves to just sit back and watch you work for it. “look at me,” she gently instructs, tilting your head so you’re holding her gaze as you bounce on it. “that’s it,” rhiannon praises, reaching between your legs to rub your stiff clit simultaneously.

sometimes, she doesn’t stop after making you cum for the first time. she only maneuvers you so you’re sitting on the edge of the table, and she can fuck you with your legs wrapped around her waist. and rhiannon is relentless, not letting up despite your ragged moans against the crook of her neck.

also, after you’ve come down from your height and she’s slumped back into her chair, she’ll spread her legs so you can see the way the toy is glistening with your release.

“clean it up,” she urges. you hardly have any time to recover at all, immediately falling to your knees before her to suck her clean until you’re gagging on it.

rhiannon who loves to have you all over the place after all your coworkers have gone home.

whether you’re bent over her rhiannon’s desk, pressed against the window at night, or in that one colleague’s chair who’s been trying to flirt with you for the past weeks…she just wants to claim you in all these different spots. you love it though: you love becoming your boss’s personal fuck toy over time. you love it when rhiannon fucks you -hard and fast-when she makes you cry out her name in pleasure.

rhiannon, who knows that your relationship is not sustainable.

and she knows that you’re aware of it too. you tell her one night, as you’re sitting on her lap, facing her. rhiannon’s hand gently caresses your back, tracing the outline of your spine when you speak: “you know this isn’t sustainable, right?” you murmur against the side of her neck.

“mhm i know,” rhiannon murmurs. “let’s just…not think about that right now, okay?”

you nod, your fingers finding her free hand as you sit together in the quiet.

[t4tlottie]

XO (only if you say yes) | rhiannon lewis

— pairing: rhiannon lewis x fem!reader

— summary: one taste of rhiannon and you become obsessed. rhiannon loves and hates it. (repost)

— wordcount: 1,168

Rhiannon feels her phone vibrate on her desk for the 15th time and groans. God, will you just shut up for one second?!

You're sick at home so she's left with you blowing up her phone while you moan and complain about missing her and wanting to see her. Better than you being here and being an even more mopey and in-love dickhead, she supposes.

But as annoying yet hot as it is, she loves the taking advantage of you part the most. You’re so young, so inexperienced, that it turns her on to no end. You barely knew what to do when you ate pussy, her pussy, for the first time and she wasn’t even irritated when you couldn’t make her cum. She just humped you to completion while getting off to how awestruck and infatuated you looked while gawking up at her, eyes trying to be mindful and look into her eyes and not into her bouncing tits.

She’ll have a little fun with you for sure.

But, ugh, your stupid auntie’s still in the way. Claudia. Even the mere thought of her gives Rhiannon hives. Claudia’s been noticing you and Rhiannon’s quick glances and smiles and she knows that Claudia knows that something is up. She cornered her in the breakroom a while back asking about her relationship with you. Of course, she had to lie and say it was nothing, that she knows about your little crush but she's happy with Craig (lie).

She had to tell you to keep it professional at work (besides those few times you and her fucked in the work bathrooms) and keep the lovey-dovey looks to a minimum while Claudia was around. Did it work? Not really. Did she miss your attention 10 minutes into her shift after these rules were set in place? Yes.

That day, all she could think about while you typed away at your cubicle was shoving you under her desk and trapping your head between her legs while she typed up some emails for the Gazette.

She might be equally as obsessed.

You: cant you come over during lunch? you can take care of me and i'll take care of you :)

Another ping from her phone.

You: i really wanna see you again, rhee. i can't stop thinking about youuuu

As she uncrosses her legs, she feels how damp her panties are. You really have her hooked under your finger and you don't even know it. She sighs and looks at the clock. Only an hour until her lunch and she feels like she might explode if she doesn't do anything about your constant texting and her problem down there.

Bathroom nudes it is.

She hits send on the email she was working on and picks up her phone, sliding out of her desk and walking over to the work bathrooms. She kind of wishes they weren't gender-neutral; the thought of Claudia or someone walking in while she sends you nude pictures in one of the stalls excites her. Once she's inside, she locks the door and unbuttons her shirt until her bra is visible. She takes a selfie of her holding her tits and sends it to you with the caption: Now show me something of yours, pet.

Rhiannon smirks when your bubble immediatley pops up and hooks one finger under her leggings, tugging them down with a bit of a struggle but she manages to kick them off before you send your message.

You: holy fuck.

She places her phone on the sink and slips her skirt off along with her panties, the cold air making her pussy tingle. When she opens her phone again, there's a selfie of you waiting for her. You're fully naked,  showing off your hard nipples and soaked pussy for her. You must've been playing with yourself while you were texting her. Or maybe you're just so needy that you're constantly dripping for her.

You: you make me crazy, rhee. i could cum just thinking about us together. send me more. finger yourself and send me pics

You're so demanding, sheesh.

She bends down and sends you a clear shot of her wet cunt, whimpering slightly as she rubs her swollen clit while she waits for your response. She gets lost in the feeling and doesn't hear your pings until she feels her phone vibrate in her hand. You're calling her now. She picks up and instantly hears your whines and complaints about her taking so long and teasing you.

"I wanna hear you while you touch yourself," you say breathlessly, fingering yourself in bed. "Can you put me on speaker?"

Shaky fingers pull away from her clit and lick them clean before she presses the speaker button on her phone. She winces at how loud it is at first and adjusts the volume, making sure she can hear you before talking again.

"You're such an annoying little pet, you know that?" she comments, getting up slowly and walking over to the wall to lean against as she continues touching herself. "I only fucked you because I felt sorry for you."

"Yeah?" you ask, almost hopefully. Your fingers speed up as you hear her slick go in and out of her pussy as she fingers herself.

"I thought one fuck would be enough for you to get over this stupid crush you have on me, but it just made you worse. You follow me around like a lost puppy."

"I'm sorry," you apologize, eyes fluttering closed as you shove your fingers in deeper, imagining it's Rhiannon who's fucking you. "I just love you so much. I'm obsessed. I can't get enough of you."

"I know," she coos, humping into her hand and rubbing wildly. Her mind drifts to how good your tongue felt on her when you fucked last and feels a throbbing in her clit. She's almost there. "You can't help it. One taste of my pussy and you're hooked."

"What would your auntie think if she caught me talking to you like this?" she continues, smirking when she hears you moan and choke on your spit. "Me, corrupting her little niece, and you, dating such an older woman? Not to mention how much she despises me. She'd be horrified wouldn't she?"

"She'd kill you," you say, lurching forward when you hit that good spot with your fingers. You clench your jaw and feel your body seize up when you add another finger. "Shit, Rhiannon, I'm gonna cum. Let me cum, please. Please, please, please..."

"Do you think you deserve to cum before me?" she smirks when she hears you whimper, imagining you kicking your legs while you hold back from cumming. "Be a good girl and wait for m-"

Knock!

"Oi, hurry up in there!" Jeff calls out, pounding on the door.

Both of you freeze, but Rhiannon's body tenses as she cums all over her fingers, mouth opening in a quiet moan that only you can hear.

She cannot wait for lunch.

[vevobly]

Being Rhiannon Lewis's Lover! (Pre-Relationship) [1]

A/N: My contribution to the growing pile of Rhiannon works! Also, to avoid confusing anyone, I wrote this with a gender-neutral reader in mind and with them as coworkers with her.

Rhiannon is an observant woman, and though you haven't made much of an impact on her life before, you do now. She starts noticing you more than she realizes, spotting you in crowded rooms or catching glimpses of you from the corner of her eyes. She brushes it off as a coincidence at first, but soon enough, she finds herself actively looking for you.

Rhiannon doesn't usually go out of her way to interact with others, especially not without good reasons, but with you? She finds herself breaking that. It doesn't matter if it's like, a sarcastic comment here or a passing compliment there, she always has this way of making sure you know she noticed you. Even if she acts like it's no big deal (It is, she just doesn't want to acknowledge it yet at that point).

Rhiannon might be across the room or at her desk, but she'll always catch herself glancing your way. Of course, it's not obvious to anyone else, but you can tell when her gaze lingers on you for just a second longer than usual (what can you say? you're an observant person too). She quickly looks away if you notice though, immediately resorting to pretending that she wasn't and that it was nothing.

After almost every conversation or meeting she has with you, she replays everything that happened back in her mind—overanalyzing everything from the small bits to the big ones. Did you notice her lingering too long? Did her voice shake when she spoke to you? It's not like her to get flustered, but she can't help and care more than she lets on.

Rhiannon doesn't do grand gestures, but she occasionally surprises you with thoughtful actions. Maybe she'll bring you coffee without you asking or notice you're staying late and bring you snacks to keep you going. Small acts of kindness that speak volumes. And again, she'll act like it's not a big deal, but it's clear to you that she's looking out for you.

Even though Rhiannon doesn't go out of her way to be overly helpful to you with your own work, she still offers you assistance on certain tasks sometimes, but in a low-key way. She provides small pieces of advice on a project you're stuck on or suggests a way to improve your work without outright saying you need help. She tries her best to make it seem neutral but she definitely wants to guide you.

When you interact with other coworkers, especially if they seem way too friendly to you? Rhiannon wouldn't be able to help herself and feel a pang of jealousy. She'll try to hide it behind by making some sarcastic remark or pretending like she does not care, but you'll find her watching your exchange with said coworker a little too closely for comfort. Like a predator making sure to secure their prey.

When Rhiannon asks you about your weekend plans or personal life, she'll try so hard to act casual, but you can tell she's kinda desperate to know about it. Like it's important, ancient knowledge she needs to know. She'll act like it's just a friendly conversation between two colleagues, but she'll be staring at you like an eagle and asking you follow-up questions to keep the whole conversation going.

On the rare occasions when you're not at work whether it's a sick day, vacation, or just an absence. Rhiannon will find herself looking for you. As always, she tries to be as professional and not let it show, but she misses you badly like a child missing their parent or favorite toy. She'll be distracted more often than usual just because of the fact you're not around at work.

She's careful about boundaries, whether physical or emotional and tries her best to make sure she respects yours. But there ARE moments when she goes a little beyond her usual limits: asking you personal questions, offering help in ways that cross into more intimate territory.. playing it off as casual as usual.

[rhiannswork]

Omg Miguel ohara x drunk reader would be amazing thxxx

m. o’hara || “bar.” read 21:56

a/n: i was writing this @ an airport so i didn’t wanna spend time trying to think about any astronomical prodigious voluminous colossal words or trying to make this oneshot poetic or anything. enjoy! p.s. i’ve never gotten drunk before i’ve only gotten high so 💀

warnings: drunk, mentions of vomit, mentions of being kidnapped, that’s it i think

BUZZ BUZZ you felt your phone vibrate in your bra. your vision was slightly disoriented so it took you a couple of tries to even get in your phone. you saw the message notification from miguel, asking for a pin of your current location.

you believed that providing him with your location directly would be simpler than sending a pin to help him find you.

you adeptly typed, stringing together words that even shakespeare might envy, utilizing every term in the dictionary. your hands, experiencing cramps in the process. ‘bar.’

on miguel's side, he was nearly pacing back and forth, expecting a ransom letter from your kidnapper or some substantial information, and all he received was that brief message.

‘which one, cariño?’

you sighed as he couldn’t understand where you were. it was pretty plain and simple. you gave in and sent a pin. after that, you really don’t remember what was going on.

you came back to reality, found yourself laid in the back of miguel’s car. hozier quietly flowing out of the speakers. “this car is so nice, miggy…” you spoke with your face almost mushed in the seat.

"yeah?" miguel’s soft chuckle resonated, his deep voice nearly rendering him incomprehensible. "yeah," you responded, sharing a giggle with him.

“try not to be sick in here then, okay? we just have a few minutes left ‘til we get home.” you hummed as a reply, drifting away from reality once more.

you heard the car door open, your glossy eyes looking up at miguel’s tall figure. miguel swooped you up from the back. it was too fast for you. “don’t feel so good miggy.”

in a state of panic, miguel felt unsure of what to do next. should he quickly run to the bathroom? no, that’s what had triggered this situation. his gaze shifted to the trash bins in your garage, contemplating an alternative solution.

he walked over to them and popped the lid up, thankfully, trash day was that morning so there was no trash in the bin. he would still have to clean it out though.

your body never reacted well to alcohol, it always resulted to vomiting somewhere other than the restroom. this time, the victim was the roll bin.

"there you go, good girl," miguel comfortingly rubbed your back as you still felt a bit lightheaded and dehydrated. "i’m thirsty, miggy," you murmured, leaning your head back against his chest.

"alright, let's get you some water, baby," miguel said gently as he lifted you up, holding you in a swaddled manner. you rested your head on his chest and patiently waited as he carried you into the kitchen.

"put me on the countertop, it's cold," you instructed, pointing to the island counter. his laughter resonated through his chest as he carefully set you down on the cool surface. the cold marble sent a shiver through your backside.

miguel walked to the refrigerator, retrieved a bottle of water and a container filled with grapes. "here," he offered, handing you the water and keeping a watchful eye as you took sips.

you paused your drinking and set the water beside you. "nah uh, i want you to finish all of that before you eat these grapes," miguel insisted, his tone firm. he proceeded to wash the grapes and place them in a bowl.

with a groan, you chugged the remaining water in the bottle. "now the grapes, please...?" you requested, opening your mouth and patiently awaiting for miguel to feed you.

"of course, princess y/n," he replied with a smile, placing a grape in your mouth. you chewed with a content smile on your face.

[mayasaurusss]

Sweetpea masterlist

Rhiannon Lewis: Wearing a couple costume: fictober prompt "Search for me in the night": fictober prompt

[imbadatwrighting]

I have so many shows on my watchlist but I’m a chronic mid-show abandoner and procrastinator so I’m stuck wanting to watch them but never actually doing it

[wlwxreader]

do you….by any chance…..write rhiannon lewis x reader? 👀👀 asking for a friend

Tell your friend I do and prompts about her are welcomed ;)

[ladybrutus]

just watched the last episode of sweetpea.

[lottiesgrl]

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

cw: fluff, slight angst, rhiannon is a stalker, mentions of murder, heavily inspired by @rhiannonsknife's works

rhiannon has always felt like nothing to other people. at most, she's the comic relief of the office, someone to pull the pisser any time her coworkers feel particularly cruel. but at worst? at worst, she's nothing at all. she doesn't exist to other people. she passes like a ghost through the lives of all of her colleagues, her so-called "friends", and pretty much every stranger she meets, as well.

but to you? oh, to you, she's everything.

you have no idea why people have the tendency to overlook her when she's such a ray of sunshine in your life. she brings you coffee at exactly 9:15 am on the dot, with two sugars and a little bit of cream just like you mentioned such a long time ago. you always give her a kind smile and thank her profusely, which makes her beam, as none of her coworkers even acknowledge when she does this for them (aside from, of course, when she messes it up)

it's this subtle display of affection that has rhiannon absolutely obsessed with you. i mean, why wouldn't it? you're the first person in a long time to simply acknowledge her existence, much less treat her with kindness. you always catch her staring at you when she thinks you're engulfed in your work, and she quickly sputters and pretends to be intently staring at her (not even turned on) computer screen.

god, if only you knew the extent to which she actually looked at you. if only you knew the way she sat outside your apartment, watching you intently through that one window with the curtains always pulled.

it only gets worse when you start to return the favor. you've heard her complaining nonstop about the shitty equipment she has to work with that barely works half of the time anyways, and so one day, you decide to surprise her with a whole new set of equipment, wrapped up in a pretty little bow. it takes everything in her not to burst into tears on the spot, her voice shaky as she thanks you over and over again.

every waking moment is consumed with the thought of you. the way you smile at her, the way you smell (she totally hasn't taken several items of your clothing when you were away from home), the way your eyes light up when you see her, the way you're so unapologetically yourself and people like you for it.

but no one likes you as much as she does. no one could ever come close to loving you as much as rhiannon.

after many, many weeks of not so subtly yearning for you, rhiannon finally decides to ask you out with a shy smile and the biggest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen. you ask her in concern how much they cost but she ensured you that she'd rather spend her money on you. it's such an easy yes - you'd been enamored by her for longer than you can remember. the look on her face when you say yes makes your heart flutter, her eyes wide and misty.

you'd do anything for her, and she'd do anything for you. she'd truly do anything. and you love it.

so what if that means she'd murder someone for you?

[chainsawsangel]

big spoon and little spoon changes between astarion and athena, sometimes it's astarion who's little spoon while athena takes role as big spoon. other times, it's the other way around.

just the two of them being cute. <33

[rhiannonsknife]

── ❆ DAY 19: the gazette’s annual christmas party with rhiannon lewis

— summary: hooking up with one of your coworkers after the gazette’s christmas party.

— warnings: coworkers to lovers. alcohol/drinking. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni. this might be my longest rhiannon fic so far. also i didn’t beta read.

the office party is in full swing by the time you arrive, the scent of cheap punch and questionable appetizers filling the air. you’ve barely stepped inside when you start to regret coming: the decorations look like they were thrown together by someone who hates christmas: half-hearted tinsel draped over cubicles, a lopsided tree in the corner, and a sad-looking banner reading merry holidays in comic sans.

grabbing a drink to make the night bearable, you glance around, your eyes drifting over your coworkers. most of them are already several drinks deep, laughing too loudly or shouting over the blaring music. seems like you’ll have to do something to catch up.

that’s when you see her: rhiannon lewis. sweetpea, as you’ve heard some of the others call her. not that anyone ever says it with much kindness. she’s standing off to the side near the sad excuse for a buffet, picking at the edge of a paper plate, looking as uncomfortable as you feel.

she’s not overdressed like the others. while everyone else is wearing horrendous holiday sweaters or sparkly party dresses, rhiannon’s in a simple black button-up and jeans. her hair falls in loose waves.

you’ve worked with her for months, seen her around the office, but she’s always been quiet. your other colleagues never seem to notice her much, in spite of her obvious potential; you’ve seen how hardworking she is and how she’s not met with half the respect she deserves.

fueled by the warm buzz of cheap booze and a flicker of impulsive confidence, you grab another drink from the table for good measure and make your way over.

“hey,” you blurt out before you can overthink it. rhiannon glances up, her brows furrowing slightly as she takes in the sight of you, looking like she hadn’t expected to be approached at all.

“you’re rhiannon, right? junior reporter?”

“yeah..?” she says simply, her voice wary. she’s looking skeptical.

“i’m…uh, i’m from editorial” you shuffle awkwardly. “i just- god, these parties are brutal, huh? i mean, who thought a karaoke machine was a good idea?”

for a moment, she doesn’t respond, and you almost regret interrupting her clearly intentional solitude. but then, the corner of her mouth quirks up. just slightly, but enough to make your heart skip. you can’t remember seeing her smile before, even just slightly.

“yeah,” rhiannon says, her voice laced with dry humor. “it’s tragic, really. but i guess they’re trying.”

you latch onto that tiny smile like it’s the only lifeline in the room. “trying is generous,” you reply, letting out a nervous laugh. “honestly, i wasn’t even planning on staying long, but…well, here i am” you glance at her plate, desperate to keep the conversation going. “how’s the buffet? any good?”

she huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “i wouldn’t risk it”

there’s a long pause, and you can’t tell if you’re making a fool of yourself or if she’s just slow to warm up. either way, she doesn’t walk away, doesn’t tell you to leave, so you take it as a win and grin at her.

“well,” you say, raising your cup in a mock toast, “here’s to surviving the night, i guess”

rhiannon’s smile lingers this time, a flicker of something softer passing across her face. “i’ll drink to that,” she murmurs, clinking her cup against yours before taking a sip.

“you know” you start after forcing the lukewarm liquor down your throat, grimacing slightly. “i didn’t think you’d be here tonight. thought you’d be the type to, i don’t know, skip out on all this festive stuff”

rhiannon quirks a brow at you, her lips twitching in something that could almost pass as amusement: it’s not quite a smile, but it’s close. that’s an improvement. “what makes you think I’m not wishing i had?” she asks, seemingly warming up to you as well.

“fair point” you chuckle. “fair point”

suddenly, this party doesn’t seem all that unbearable anymore.

later that night, after a few shared drinks and some awkward-but-fun chatter about work, the gazette’s terrible christmas playlists, and your colleagues, you and rhiannon find yourselves tucked away in a quieter corner. the music isn’t quite as loud here, and the muffled laughter of the party fade into the background. it’s not exactly private, but it feels removed enough to let the conversation flow easier.

with another round in hand, your confidence starts to build. you’re still toeing the line between friendly and bold, but the buzz in your system makes it feel less risky.

“so, rhiannon,” you start, leaning a little closer, “what’s your favorite part of this delightfully tacky soirée? the off-key carols or the soggy finger sandwiches?”

she snorts softly and takes a sip of her drink. “definitely the carols. nothing gets me into the holiday spirit like hearing jeff butcher jingle bell rock for the third time tonight”

you laugh, nudging her lightly. “poor jeff. he’s trying his best out there. he’s got…enthusiasm, at least”

“sure,” she deadpans, tilting her glass in another mock toast. “to enthusiasm.” her lips close around the edge of her cup, but this time, her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than they did before.

you nod, leaning your elbow on the nearest desk. “you’re like…the only person here who doesn’t look like they want to die from secondhand embarrassment every time jeff hits a high note”

“i’ve accepted my fate” rhiannon replies with a shrug, her tone so dry it pulls another laugh from you.

“come on!” you press, motioning vaguely around the room. “entertain me. there’s gotta be something you find redeemable about all this. cookies? the lights? the…joy of corporate holiday bonding?”

she raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “you mean the joy of awkward small talk and secondhand embarrassment? truly riveting”

“well, i think the lights are nice” you counter, glancing up at the string of multicolored lights casting a warm glow over the room. “kind of makes everyone look- i dunno…festive” without knowing why you blurt an additional: “especially you”

the words slip out before you can stop them, and you freeze for half a second, gauging her reaction. rhiannon blinks, a little caught off guard, but instead of brushing it off, she quirks an eyebrow. “festive?” she echoes, her lips curving into a skeptical grin. “what, do i look like a christmas ornament to you?”

yeah, right, maybe festive wasn’t the best way of putting it.

you laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “okay, maybe not the best word choice”

she scoffs lightly, but the flicker of a smile remains. “you’re really trying hard to sell this whole thing, huh?”

“only because it’s true,” you shoot back. “don’t tell me i’m the first person to tell you that you look amazing tonight”

rhiannon’s gaze drops briefly, almost self-consciously, as she glances down at herself. “it’s just a blouse,” she mutters.

“yeah, but it’s you in the blouse,” you say smoothly, leaning in just a little closer. the confidence, or maybe the alcohol, makes the words come easier than they would sober. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for an opportunity to finally approach her, though maybe doing it tipsy isn’t the smartest move.

rhiannon pauses, her drink halfway to her lips. her eyes meet yours again, a flicker of surprise behind them. “you’re laying it on a little thick,” she says finally, but there’s no sharpness in her voice.

“am i?” you tilt your head, playing innocent. “and here i was, thinking it was just the right amount of festive cheer. the season of giving, and all that”

“and i’m guessing you’re real generous with that, huh?”

“only with the right people,” you reply, the words slipping out easier than they should. you’re either deep enough into the buzz to believe rhiannon’s teasing is genuine interest or maybe she actually is flirting back. you can’t tell yet, but you’re too far gone to back out now.

“so? what’s next?” she asks.

“well, i’d offer you another drink…?”

rhiannon’s laugh is quiet but genuine, her head shaking slightly. “you’re more ridiculous than i thought you would be” she mutters. the way her gaze flicks down to your lips for the briefest moment before snapping back to your eyes momentarily distracts you from what she’s said.

“what?” you chuckle finally.

for a heartbeat, rhiannon looks like she’s been caught red handed. your mind is too foggy to put two and two together at this point.

“nothing” she shakes it off, keeping herself together by drowning her cup.

you really must’ve done something right, because time passes and somehow rhiannon lingers close. the evening turns out a lot more fun than you had anticipated, all thanks to her unexpected presence. between long conversations with her somewhere in your more or less secluded corner even the never-ending off-key karaoke and cheap liquor don’t seem so bad with her by your side.

at some point, after another off-tune rendition of ‘merry christmas everyone’ rhiannon eyes you critically. “you’re looking kind of…wobbly,” she notes. “you sure you’re okay to get home?”

“are you volunteering?” you reply, trying for flirty but landing somewhere closer to hopeful.

she doesn’t answer right away. instead, she looks you over, her gaze lingering before she sighs. “come on. i’ll take you!”

you follow her out of the party without hesitation, stepping into the crisp winter air. the chill feels sharper than you expected, cutting through the haze of the alcohol and helping you think a little more clearly. snow is falling lightly now, already settling in a thin, untouched layer on the ground.

rhiannon keeps glancing back to make sure you’re still steady on your feet.

it’s only after a few blocks that something strikes you as odd. you glance around, squinting against the snowflakes. “wait, this isn’t the right way. my place is-“ you point vaguely in the opposite direction, your voice trailing off in confusion.

“don’t worry about it,” rhiannon cuts in smoothly, her hand brushing yours to guide you across an icy patch of sidewalk. “the walk to your place would’ve taken too long anyway”

you blink at her, your alcohol-hazed brain catching up a moment too late. “how do you…?”

she doesn’t let you finish the question. “lucky guess,” she says quickly, her tone dismissive as she shrugs. there’s something in the way she avoids your eyes that makes you wonder if there’s more to it.

by the time you reach her building, your curiosity is drowned out by the warmth of her hand on your arm as she steadies you. you’re about to thank her, maybe even joke about your terrible sense of direction, when she hesitates just before unlocking the door.

her breath fogs in the cold air as she turns to you, her eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them. “you really didn’t have to stay and…i don’t know. talk to me. you’re not like the rest of them”

“neither are you,” you say, stepping a little closer.

rhiannon lets out a small laugh, one that sounds almost disbelieving. “you’re drunk”

“not that drunk,” you reply firmly, your breath curling in the space between you. it’s true: for all the cheap liquor you’ve had, you’re thinking crystal clear.

her jaw tightens like she’s debating something, her eyes flickering briefly to the snow-covered ground before meeting yours again. “you’re too good for…this,” she murmurs, almost like she’s talking to herself.

for a moment, neither of you moves, the world narrowing down to the space between your bodies and the sound of your breathing in the cold. then, so suddenly it makes your heart skip, rhiannon leans in.

her lips press to yours, warm and surprisingly soft, and the rest of the world falls away. the kiss is hesitant at first, but when your hands find her coat and hers rise to cradle your face, she deepens it with a quiet intensity that makes your knees weak.

when you pull apart, your breath mingling in the cold air, your forehead brushes hers. rhiannon hesitates again, then, softly, she whispers, “you should come inside. it’s freezing out here.”

there’s a nervous edge to her voice, as if she’s actually worried you could turn the invitation down. you nod, letting her lead you inside, your heart still racing from the kiss as the door closes behind you.

the door creaks open, and you follow her inside, shivering as the warmth of her house wraps around you. a small dog barks once from a worn dog bed in the corner before bounding over, tail wagging wildly and interrupting the two of you.

“tink, stop,” rhiannon laughs. she scoops the little dog up with one arm, cradling it like a fidgety child.

“hi tink” you greet, reaching out to scratch her head.

rhiannon smiles as tink sniffs your fingers, deciding you’re acceptable. “she’s all bark, no bite.”

you laugh softly, but your attention shifts as you glance around the room. the lack of christmas decorations is glaring, especially compared to the obnoxiously festive lights and wreaths you’ve seen strung up in other windows tonight. no tree, no stockings, no hint that the holiday is mere days away, save for a half-empty bottle of eggnog left on the counter.

“you’re really not a…christmas person, huh?” you ask, glancing back at her.

she shrugs, setting tink down before running a hand through her hair. “it’s just another day, i suppose”

your gaze shifts again, curiously taking in her space before landing on a small pile of clothes draped over a chair by the couch. one shirt is smeared with a dark, reddish stain. you hesitate before pointing to it. “what happened there?”

rhiannon follows your outstretched finger and her expression tightens for just a second before she snatches the shirt up, tossing it into a nearby hamper. “nothing. just so illed some…wine!”

you nod slowly. you don’t press it, not now. instead, you let your eyes drift over the rest of the house. it’s nice, though a bit big for just one person to live in.

“it’s cozy,” you offer, trying to keep the mood light.

rhiannon snorts softly, kicking off her boots by the door. “it’s my childhood home” she explains as she joins you in the living room.

she gestures toward the couch. “you wanna…uh- sit? i’d offer you something festive, but…” she shrugs, nodding toward the eggnog.“i’m good,” you say with a soft laugh, moving to sit down. “i think i’ve had enough for today, anyway” the couch is worn but surprisingly comfortable, and tink hops up beside you immediately, curling into your side.

rhiannon hesitates for a moment before sitting beside you, closer than you expected. the room feels smaller now, quieter, the weight of the earlier kiss still lingering between you.

“you’re really okay with being here?” she asks suddenly.

you glance over, meeting her gaze. “of course i am. why wouldn’t i be?”

rhiannon exhales a shaky breath, her fingers twitching as though she’s not sure whether to reach for you or pull away entirely. “just…not used to this. people sticking around, i mean.”

you smile, your hand finding hers on the cushion between you two. “well, get used to it. i’m not going anywhere”

for a moment, rhiannon just looks at you, taking in every detail her eyes can reach from where she’s sitting. then, slowly, she leans in again, brushing her lips against yours in a kiss that’s softer this time, slower. you gladly let her and it’s not long before she’s sliding into your lap…

you’re stumbling down rhiannon’s hall before you know it. once the gentle kiss on the couch had turned into a full blown make-put session, you’re all over each other. whether this is a good idea or not, to hook up with one of your coworkers, neither of you cares to consider.

rhiannon, without letting go of your face once, guides you up the stairs to where the bedroom is. you’re moving uncoordinated, bumping into furniture and corners on your way upstairs. neither of you minds.

the mattress bounces when you drop your weight onto the bed and rhiannon is quick to follow. for all her awkward fumbling earlier, she’s surprisingly smooth as she crawls up your body and settles in on top of you, straddling your hips.

you settle your hands on the small of her back and you look up at her in breathless amazement. rhiannon really is beautiful, even more when she’s got you pinned down onto the mattress.

her fingers eagerly roam your body, mapping out every inch of skin she can reach through the layers of clothing you’re still wearing. this isn’t enough for you. the buttons of her blouse come loose first, right before she pushes up your sweater and you unzip her skirt with a quick pull.

“is this okay?” she asks between every item that comes off, her hands pausing patiently until she’s got your approval.

once you’re both undressed to the underwear, you take a moment to lean your head back into her plush pillows and admire her. she’s in a mismatched pair of underwear; a plain black bra and white panties, but rhiannon makes it work. still, she ducks her head shyly when she notices your staring.

“no” you quickly apologize, shaking your head and nudging hers back up so she’s looking down at you. “no, you’re beautiful”

you’re back to kissing each other before you know it. now that only your underwear is separating your bodies, you can’t help but grind against her from beneath, relishing in the sharp breaths rhiannon inhales at the pressure of your center against her own. you can feel how wet she is already, even through the thin fabric, and groan against her mouth.

“what do you want?” you ask when she’s practically humping your leg in search for friction. rhiannon head is tilted back and she’s panting heavily already.

“can i-” she bites her lip, then says it anyway. “i wanna ride you”

you furrow your brows, but her glance towards her bedside table is explanation enough.

“is that okay?”

you don’t have to be asked twice, instantly scrambling towards it. you don’t have to search for long. in the top drawer, you find what rhiannon must be referring to: a strap and, a bit lower, a bottle of lube. you take out both for good measure and turn around to find rhiannon watching you expectantly.

you’re back by her side in an instant, though when you try to climb up her body, she’s quick to toss you around and flip you over so she’s on top all over again. rhiannon is much stronger than anticipated but it’s not like you’re complaining when she glares down at you from above, her eyes wide and eager.

you’ve never been on this side of things before, but she makes it easy: whereas you’re unsure where to put your hands, rhiannon seems more confident in securing the toy to your abdomen.

she's so gentle and patient with you, kissing the buckles of the harness in ways the at have you sucking in your breath, then whispering words of encouragement to you as she secures them in place.

you want to hide your face in the soft pillows, but when rhiannon is done and settles on top of you, it’s impossible to look away. like this, you can clearly feel the spot where she has soaked through the panties.

“still okay?” she breathes once she's straddling your thighs, open mouth ghosting along your jaw slowly. the strap is resting against her belly like this. you nod, "yes", and even with both eyes fluttering closed you can sense the soft smile that curls up her lips against your skin.

“good” rhiannon hums as she places a featherlight kiss to the side of your neck. before you can say anything else, you suddenly feel her fingers against your bottom lip and your eyes fly open.

“open up” her voice instructs. rhiannon is holding out two of her fingers, her eyes studying every single move you make. she doesn’t have to tell you what to do; you part your lips obediently and the two digits sink into your mouth. rhiannon’s jaw goes slack whilst she watches them disappear past your lips.

“look at me” she says when your lashes flutter shut. she won’t have you looking away from her when you gently suck her fingers into your mouth. rhiannon’s mouth hangs open and she involuntarily grinds against the silicone toy as she watches you through hooded eyes. her fingers feel surprisingly good in your mouth, a firm pressure sitting on your tongue.

rhiannon makes sure they're both nice and wet before she withdraws them. a string of your spit connects them to your mouth as she brings her hand down, all the way down, until she wraps them around the toy that's strapped to your body.

the side of her nose brushes yours playfully when she leans in, smiling softly against your mouth as she pumps her fist along the length of it, using your spit to lube it up. she presses a quick kiss to your lips before she removes her hand from around the silicone shaft and sits up on her knees.

“i'm gonna-” she reaches around the strap and lines it up with her entrance, quickly pushing the fabric of her panties to the side. you haven't had the chance to feel her yourself yet, but you're almost certain she's soaked. “sit now. okay?”

all you can do is manage a soft whimper of “mhm” and a nod.

rhiannon takes this as enough of an answer and lowers her weight onto the strap, slowly letting it slide into herself. she sighs as she goes lower and her lashes flutter when she takes it in as far as it’ll go, until her body sits flush on yours. she takes a moment to adjust to the new sensation before she looks down at you.

she smiles breathlessly, then, and cups your face in her hands.

she wiggles her hips from left to right slightly, trying to find the perfect angle on top of you. all you can do is watch, look at her like she asked you to, stunned by the sight above you. you can hardly believe that this is the same woman everyone else at the gazette is purposely ignoring. you can hardly believe you are the one who gets to see this side of her.

her arm comes down to rest her palm against the headboard behind you. you yourself are still unsure where to put your own hands; too many places to choose from, a seemingly endless amount of skin exposed to you just like that.

"you're so beautiful" you finally manage, running your hands up her side. rhiannon full-body shivers. she runs her free hand over your rosy cheeks, letting you adjust to the new situation, the new position you’re now in, as well.

“can i move?” she finally whispers.

“yes!” you reply immediately, sounding just a little too eager for your own liking. “yes”

“here” rhiannon offers helpfully as she lifts your hand to her hips. “hold me like this and-”

she lifts herself, the muscles in her thighs flexing, just to drop her weight back down onto the strap, your legs nestling against hers.

“oh!” she moans. her head falls back and her lashes flutter when the strap strokes against her g-spot. instinctively, you tighten your grip on rhiannon’s body to hold her against you.

she arches her back beautifully, raises her hips, right before thrusting them back down. she does this, again and again, until she’s built a steady rhythm, all while still watching you like a hawk. not once does rhiannon allow your gaze to drop anywhere else that’s not her eyes. she instantly pulls your chin back up, still bouncing on the strap as she sharply reminds you: “look at me”

except for those occasional, hissed reminders, rhiannon is vocal. “oh my god” she chants every time her skin slaps against yours. “that’s so good, right there”

the longer you go on like this, the more confident you become in yourself. and with her constant moans of pleasure, you start taking matters into your own hands as well: shyly lifting your hips from the mattress to fuck the strap deeper into her. 

rhiannon cries out when you find the exact angle that she’d been looking for. her cunt practically throbs around you and you’re sure you can feel bits of her arousal dripping against your skin.

even like this, she still musters up enough self control to reach for your cheeks and hold you in place.

“fuck” rhiannon moans and you watch how her eyes roll back in her head. her bangs are stuck to the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her bra is doing nothing to stop the way her chest moves each time she rocks herself against you. “fuck, look at me” even though she’s the one doing most of the physical exercise, you’re panting as well. you can hear it each time the strap sinks into her, without looking at all; her cunt squelching obscenely.

“god” rhiannon moans, amongst other things like sharp cries of your name and short ‘ah, ah, ah’ sounds.

your own body is pulsing at this point, aching to be touched, aching for any sort of relief while you’re watching her move like this. you’re pretty sure you’re leaving a stain on her sheets. even though you can’t find it in you to be embarrassed or even slightly sorry, you’re still able to feel how you’re leaking through your underwear. you regret keeping it on already: with more freedom without the extra layer, you’re sure you could get some friction from the harness against your clit.

“you’re- god- so good” rhiannon’s praise snaps you back to reality. she’s grunting, both in exhaustion and pleasure. you can sense her pace faltering. her thighs start to tremble and her hips stutter. she’s getting close.

without breaking the eye contact rhiannon seems so desperate for, you reach between her legs. an audible gasp falls from your lips when you get a feel of the sheer amount of wetness that awaits you there; smeared all over her inner thighs.

“holy shit rhiannon-” you manage.

“touch me” she urges, her fingers closing around your wrist to hold you there. “i’m so close. please touch me”

you instantly do as you’re told and bring two of your fingers up against her stiff clit, rubbing it in circular motions and matching the pace of rhiannon’s body. she whines and lets her head fall back mindlessly. you can still feel her gaze on you, though. she’s no longer riding you, either, just desperately rocks back and forth on the strap, chasing her height.

“i’m gonna come” rhiannon finally moans. “you’re- you’re gonna make me come! look at me”

you nod, unable to tear your gaze away even if you wanted to, and press your fingers against her harder so she can grind against them however she pleases.

she manages another breathless gasps of your name, before she cries out: “fuck! god, i’m gonna- i’m cumming fuck!”

rhiannon cums with a loud shout of your name. you’re grateful her house is so far off from any large neighborhoods, grateful that she’s taken you to her place. in your apartment, your neighbors definitely would’ve heard.

her eyes press shut tightly, for the very first time, and her body goes slack after a long moment where it’s trembling with unreleased tension. you’re vaguely aware of her release gushing over your thighs, forcing the strap almost all the way out, but even without rhiannon’s reminder, you won’t look away from the sight above you.

you’ve spent enough time watching her in the office, but you’ve never seen rhiannon so beautiful. her face is contorting in pleasure and her jaw is slack, her legs tremble around yours until she moment where she finally stills her hips. she keeps grinding against it softly, until she truly can’t take any more. then, and only then, she drops forward against you and you wrap your arms around her shaking form.

“fuck” she mumbles against your neck after a minute of catching her breath.

you run your fingers through her hair gently. “you okay?”

rhiannon huffs, lifting her head from your skin reluctantly. “i’m good” she assures, nodding weakly. “so, so good. are you? was this- was it okay?”

“okay?” you repeat in disbelief. “rhiannon this was-“

for a general lack of a better word, all you do is pull her in. you can feel the rumble of her chuckle go through her chest as it presses against your own torso.

“come here” she murmurs, lifting her weight to meet you halfway, ready to return the favor.

[t4tlottie]

hot to go! — RHIANNON LEWIS

— pairing: pregnant!rhiannon lewis x afab!reader

includes smut. repost. just thinking about pregnant rhiannon again. based on the books.

thinking about pregnant!rhiannon who always goes to the little shops along the seaside and pretends like she's gonna buy something just to get away from jim and elaine. god bless them but sometimes they just get too doting and it's annoying.

and good god is she ever horny. even the goddamn carrot jim cuts up for dinner gets her horny. she just needs something inside of her now or she might die. she's resorted to flirting with the mailman in hopes of getting some but she thinks her visible bump is getting in the way.

but, she does notice this cute grocery bagger who always stares at her tits when they check her out (that's you btw). she absolutely relishes in the attention. at first, she thought you might've had a pregnancy kink because no one in their right mind would ogle her body in this state. i mean, she's got dozens of pimples lining her face, her nipples look like they belong on a pepperoni pizza, she's gained about 10 pounds and she's given up on makeup. there must be something wrong with you.

at this point, she doesn't care. you seem to check all the boxes for her. she knows you're above the legal age (she overheard you talking about college classes with your manager, something about rescheduling for next week) and that's all she needs to know before she pounces on you.

she makes her move the following day.

she wore her brightest and tightest white shirt with no bra that day. it's tight enough that it turns into a crop top and shows off her growing belly along with her constantly hard nipples, something she thinks you'll appreciate. she strolls in, heading straight towards the register she knows you always work at and frowns when you're not there. ugh, time looking for you equals less time fucking. now she's pissed at you. she feels something throbbing down there still...

she decides to grab a cart and do some light shopping. maybe you'll miraculously appear like you always do and come save the day by eating her out in the middle of the dairy aisle. god, she can feel her wetness squelch as she walks just from thinking about you. she wonders what the fine would be for public masturbation. she seriously considers it.

like superman, you appear just as she almost gives up and tries again tomorrow. you walk out of the back and head towards your register, turning your light on. score. she leaves the half-empty cart full of random shit she dragged in and practically jogs toward you. baby didn't like that. she halts, the sound of her sneakers making a loud squeaking sound as she grabs her stomach in pain. this little fucker kicks really hard, dammit.

you look toward the noise and see her; the woman of your dreams. she's been coming in for a few weeks now. you've never seen her here before, and you practically know all the townspeople by name. you have developed a tiny crush. okay, maybe tiny is an understatement. it's a massive crush. you don't know if she has awoken something inside of you, but you've never liked the body of a pregnant woman like you have hers. she's so beautiful. she's creating and holding life inside of her and okay, you know what, maybe you do love her tits and her hard nipples that you always notice through her shirt more than anything. and god, when she wears her hair in a ponytail? you'd get down on your knees in an instant for her if there weren't a dozen security cameras around.

you can't think about that right now though, there's a pregnant woman in pain!

you rush toward her, standing awkwardly with your hands hovering over her arms. "shit, uh, are you okay? do you need me to call someone?" you watch her exhale shakily and wonder if you're about to help this woman give birth right now. you're only an hour into your shift, you can't do this shit. "do you need to sit down?"

she nods, letting you lead her over to a bench near the front area, sitting her down and still, awkwardly hovering over her. don't stare at her chest, don't stare at her chest, don't stare at her chest. you check your phone while she calms down and blush and chuckle at her attempts to flirt with you.

"i guess the baby really likes you. so do i."

or

"are you talking to me or my breasts? because i don't mind either one."

you really need to work on your eye contact.

"i'm okay now. she was just kicking like crazy in there," she tells you. she still feels a bit lightheaded, but she's unsure if it's because of the kicks or because she's sitting so close and can practically feel the hormones wafting off of you. "i was actually looking for you."

"you were? what for?" you ask, turning your body to face her, quickly glancing at her exposed midriff.

"i was going to drag you out to my car and ride your face but i couldn't find you." her face is completely blank as she says this. she almost breaks and laughs when she hears you choke on your spit, but just gives you a raise of her eyebrows and tilts her head. "I'm serious."

you swallow hard and can't even open your mouth to say, "yes! fucking hell, yes! take me out to your car and have your way with me! i love you!" so you do the next best thing which is to make an embarrassingly whiny noise from the back of your throat and nod.

so here you are, getting situated in the back of rhiannon's truck as she lies you down and peels off her clothes. it's uncomfortable as hell, but you're not about to say anything and potentially ruin this for yourself. you sit up on your arms and watch her perky breasts bounce as she kicks off her jeans and underwear, your eyes locked in a trance. you're suddenly pushed back down and grunt at the force, smiling a bit at her eagerness.

"ready?" she places her legs on either side of your body and scoots her way up. your breath quickens as you see her pussy get closer and closer to you, and jesus fuck, you nearly cum on the spot when a drop of her wetness dribbles down and hits your chin. before you can even answer her, she slams her cunt onto your face and begins riding. "oh my god." she gasps, nails digging into the car seat and scratching it up.

you moan into her delicious pussy, licking up every last drop of her wetness like you're starving. you reach up and blindly grab for her chest, gripping onto her tits like they're your lifeline. rhiannon purrs when you begin massaging them, grinding her pussy down harder into your face and bouncing on your tongue. you flick and tug at her huge nipples, brows furrowing slightly when you feel some liquid come out of them.

"that's never happened before," she pants, eyes fluttering from the feeling. "but, fuck, keep doing it." she doesn't give you a choice either way, her hands come up and keep your hands on her chest, rubbing them with you.

"i might have to take you back to my house," she says breathlessly, head tilted back as moans spill from her mouth. "keep you locked up in the basement and only use you when i need to get off. bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"

you whimper in response, nodding your head against her pussy and pulling her even deeper into your mouth. you feel her clench around your tongue and grin. opening your eyes slightly, you get a faceful of her belly but you can see her sweaty face above it, drool all over her chin, and eyes shut in pleasure.

as if she can sense you, she opens her eyes and looks down.

"make me cum and i'll take you back home."

[jackiesnats]

Me looking at my google doc I opened at 10:30 am even though it’s now 2:38 pm with 0 words written

[fireflyhq]

Chapter One: Feel Good Inc.

"City's breaking down on a camel's back, They just have to go cause they don't know whack" Gorillaz "Feel Good Inc"

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Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Rhiannon finds out one of her students has been missing for weeks, causing her to spiral into a panic attack. When she wakes up in her shared apartment with Tess and Joel she's met with an even bigger bombshell. Their car battery was taken. Joel refuses to let her help, and an argument befalls the two of them.

Warnings: Panic Attacks, mentions of fights, drinking, Joel being an ass, Joel in general, fainting. Some descriptions of Outbreak day, children is distress, gunfire

A/N: This is the first chapter of my story! I'm a bit nervous about how this will be received, but I hope you enjoy! This story means a lot to me :)

“Alright, class is dismissed! Please be sure to read the next chapter of your book and write your summary papers!” Little white speckles of chalk crumbled to the ground as Rhiannon wiped down the worn down chalk-board. The sound of chairs scraping against the tiled floor filled the small classroom, kids conversing as they grabbed their bags to head to their next class. Rhiannon turned to face her desk, gathering her supplies into the well-loved leather satchel Joel had found for her during a run outside the QZ. She looked up to watch as her students filed out, eyes scanning over each child. Every single one accounted for…Except for one.

‘Ellie still isn’t here…’ she thought fretfully, worrying on her cracked, bottom lip.

Elliie Williams, the human time-bomb, and Rhiannon’s favorite student. Ellie was quick-witted and sharp tongued, and everything this shit-hole needed to change it. The only down-side of her hot-headed temper was where it put her. Every other week it seemed that Ellie was missing from her classes and in The Hole. Whether it was for talking back to a commanding officer or fighting with Bethany over Riley, who had gone missing a little while back, something was always going on with that spitfire of a girl.

Looking at the empty desk where Ellie normally sat caused a strange, crushing ache to fill Rhiannon’s chest. Punishment was normally a few days long, but it had been at least 3 weeks and there was still not a sign of Ellie nor a word spoken about her from the other staff. She made a mental note to ask Captain Kwong if he had seen her or not. Gathering her things she ushered the few stragglers from her class out into the hallway. They groaned and complained about not wanting to go to the math teacher’s block, a chorus of “It’s so boring!” and “ I don’t get it!” ringing throughout the hallway.

She ignored the protests, locking her classroom door and wiggling the handle to make sure it stayed shut, before turning to face the pack of pouting children. All three had their arms crossed across their chests, and if she wasn’t in such a hurry she was sure she could be persuaded into letting them linger within her classroom.

“No skipping in my class today,” she teased, a wry smile on her lips. “I understand your distaste for math, but if I had to suffer through it, so do you.” Once again the kids began to speak over one another, voices overlapping into one tumultuous choir. Rhiannon merely shook her head, a huff of laughter falling past her lips. With her back now turned to her students she began walking in the direction of Kwong’s office.

The sound of little voices no longer lingered behind her, and the only noise that filled the empty space was the sound of her busted-up heels click clacking across the concrete flooring and the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. The winding, twisting halls to the Captain’s office made her stomach churn with anxiety. She could barely focus on the other teachers passing by her, only sparing them a glance and tight-lipped smile. The door seemed as if it was getting farther and farther away from her, akin to the nightmares she’d have of eternal hallways, echoing voices and screams of the children in her 5th grade class as the gunshots filled the hallways, soldiers shouting, Vienna crying…Vienna…her sister crying…Ellie crying…Ellie, Ellie,El-

Rhiannon felt the dull ache in her nose before she realized what had happened. A voice cursed sharply, words going in one ear and out of the other, her head felt like it was underwater, everything was too loud and too quiet. A pair of hands gripping her shoulder snapped Rhiannon out of her haze, and she had to fight the urge to slap whoever had grabbed her. An old knee-jerk reaction she hadn’t quite gotten rid of after all this time.

“Ms. Hemingway!” Captain Kwong exclaimed, eyes scanning over her figure swiftly. He raised an eyebrow once he had assessed that she was fine, his hands resting on his hips. “I didn’t even see you there, you alright?”

Rhiannon stared blankly at him for a moment, still a bit dazed from the near panic attack and the sudden blow to the nose. She simply nodded, her nose still throbbing angrily. There was light streaming out where the office door was cracked open, and without thinking she peeked over Kwong’s shoulder to get a better look inside. There was a figure sitting in the chair in front of the captain’s desk, hoodie over their head and shoulders hunched over. For a moment, a flicker of hope ignited in her chest, whoever was sitting in that chair looked so much like Ellie that it nearly had Rhiannon fooled until they turned and she saw a strand of blonde hair and a flash of blue eyes.

Kwong must have seen the way she visibly deflated, for his lips pulled into a thin line and his eyebrows pinched. He almost looked like he pitied her. The look sent a cold chill down her spine. Something was terribly wrong.

“Captain Kwong,” she started, “have you seen-”

“No.” He cut her off, putting a hand up in a way to get her to quiet down. “That’s actually what I was coming to announce.”

Confusion laced Rhiannon’s features, and her hands began to shake as the weight of what Kwong was saying started to finally sink in. Despite where her gut was telling her, she wanted to believe that the next words to come out of the captain’s mouth were going to be Ellie’s whereabouts, but even she knew not to let herself hope anymore.

Still, she found herself asking. “What are you talking about?”

Kwong took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, an agonizing stretch of silence filled the room before he finally spoke, voice quiet and weary.

“Ms. Hemingway, Ellie Williams is missing. Has been for..” He stopped abruptly. He knew he had said too much. Rhiannon’s racing heart stopped for a moment, a freight train of shock slamming into her so roughly that she felt as if the breath in her lungs was stolen.

“W-what?” was all she managed to croak out. “For how long?” Her words came out shaky, the lump in the back of her throat constricting her windpipe.

“I’ve got to go, pardon me” Kwong tried to push past her, but she grabbed his wrist in a death-grip before he could get too far, pulling him back to where she was standing.

“Rhiannon.” Kwong hissed from between clenched teeth. Eye glancing side to side as if he was looking for someone.

“How. Long?”

“I don’t have time for thi-”

“How long!?” Rhiannon’s grip on his wrist tightened making Kwong wince, and if she wasn’t fuming she would’ve felt bad for hurting him. “Kwong, I swear to God, how long has she-”

“Three weeks!” Kwong growled out, a grimace on his features before it melted into one of guilt and his voice softened. “She’s been gone for three weeks''

Rhiannon didn’t even notice the world was spinning until she was on the ground, Kwong’s frantic voice fading away into nothingness.

The white hot pain seizing her brain was what started to jostle the woman awake, confusion circling around her already dizzy head. Rhiannon tried to sit up, but a calloused hand gently guided her back down.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one to get roughed up.” A distant voice said, tone laced with mirth and a tinge of pain, as if speaking hurt.

A grunt came from across the room, though it seemed to be right next to where Rhiannon lay. “Fainted at work. Hit her head on the way down, nurse said she’s lucky it wasn’t enough to warrant a concussion.”

“Hm” The other voice became clearer. Tess. “What happened? Another anxiety attack?”

Rhiannon would have laughed if her head didn’t feel like it would explode at the action. In all honesty, the attacks were becoming more frequent ever since Ellie’s disappearance, so it came as no surprise to her that Tess wasn’t more concerned.

The person beside her made no sound, but from the hum of confirmation that came from Tess’ side of the room it was clear they had simply nodded in response to her question. Rhiannon tried to sit up once more, her back beginning to ache from being flat on the hard mattress for god only knows how long. She didn’t get very far before the same hand pushed her down, a familiar voice growling softly into her ear. “Lay back down, woman. Gonna make yourself sick getting up that fast.” A broad chest settled against her back, and Rhiannon melted into the feeling of Joel against her, the smell of smoke and whiskey floating around her in a warm embrace.

“Joel..” The whine came out more pathetic than she meant it to, silently cringing at how needy she sounded.

“Hush up, Doc said you have to be careful for the next twenty-four hours.” She could feel him shake his head from his place behind her. “You ‘n Tess are gonna send me to a goddamned early grave. Can’t help but get hurt on the same day.”

“Tess is hurt?” It seemed Joel had predicted she was going to dart up again, his hand splayed out on her sternum, pressing her down to the bed. A mutter of ‘Jesus woman, quit moving’ falling from his lips.

Tess laughed softly, shaking her head. “It’s not too bad, Rhi.”

Though from what Rhiannon could see from the bed, it was bad. Tess’ eye was nearly swollen shut, face painted red, blue and green. She could see the remnants of blood from cuts that grazed the sides of Tess’ cheeks. They weren’t fresh either, so just how long ago did this happen?

“Tess that is bad, what the fuck happened to you?” At last she was allowed to sit up, with Joel's assistance of course. The hand on her chest now moved to her back, sitting just above the dip.

“Robert. Fucker ran off with our battery, his boys jumped me.” Tess sighed, looking away from the two. “But, don’t worry. Joel and I are gonna take care of it”

Rhiannon shook her head, eyes falling to her lap. Her black hair created a curtain around her face, pooling over her shoulders. The car battery that they all worked their ass off to get all to find Joel’s brother, Tommy. She wasn’t surprised that the man had pawned it off to the first person who paid him, she always got a sleazy feeling from him. But, gut feelings often go ignored when people were desperate, and they were desperate, however Rhiannon was silently wishing that Joel and Tess had taken her seriously before. Could have saved them all the trouble.

“I told you” It was petty, sure, but she did. And she was right. Again.

Tess rolled her eyes, waving a dismissing hand towards the black-haired woman. A huff that almost sounded like a laugh came from behind her. “Little miss psychic” Sarcasm dripped from his tone, but she chose to ignore it. Joel moved away from her, standing up with a groan. He stretched his arms above his head before heading over to Tess. He made a motion with his hand, and Tess turned her head to her injured side, Joel kneeled in front of her to inspect the healing bruises. A pang of jealousy shot through Rhiannon’s chest at how…soft Joel was with Tess.

She sat there in silence, just watching them. She longed for Joel to treat her the same way he treated Tess, to be cared about so gently. Sure, Joel was always there when she needed him, and she was certain he was the one to drag her back home after she fainted, but she always craved more from him. At one point in their time together, it almost seemed as if he did see her as more than a smuggling partner and housemate. But she knew better now. Joel Miller doesn’t fall in love, not with her, and not with Tess. He only had room in his barred -off heart for his brother, and his late daughter Sarah.

After a brief moment of silence, she spoke up. “So, are we going to go get that battery back? Truck isn’t any good without one, and I doubt we’ll find someone else willing to sell a working car battery” Joel paused his movements, and Tess glanced away from the woman. Rhiannon’s eyes flicked between the two in disbelief

“Don’t tell me we aren’t getting a new one.” A humorless laugh fell softly from her lips.

“We aren’t, we’re getting our battery and cards back.” Joel said. He stood up with a soft grunt, knees popping with age. “You’re not coming.” he didn’t spare her a second glance, walking into the kitchen as if her presence there meant nothing. Tess stayed silent, not wanting to get in the middle of a spat between two equally stubborn people. White-hot anger coursed through Rhiannon’s veins, this wasn’t the first time that Joel had iced her out. More times than she could count she was told to sit pretty at home, she wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t street smart, on and on. Joel always said it was to protect her, but she knew damn well he just didn’t like her, wanted to be around her less than he already had to be.

A scowl pulled at her lips, marring her face into a mask of displeasure. “Are you fucking serious?” She shouted. Her arms crossed over her chest, and although Joel wasn’t able to see it she was giving him a look so deadly one would have thought she was plotting his demise at that very moment. Fuck, she was close.

Glasses clinked together but otherwise there was silence within the kitchen. Joel was ignoring her, how adult of him. She sat waiting, tapping her foot on the ground, her teeth chewing on her lip enough to where the sharp tang of blood trickled onto her tongue. Tess shot her a sympathetic look, and despite how enraged she was, she waved the woman off. It wasn’t the her fault that Joel Fucking Miller despised her.

Joel reappeared with a glass full of whiskey, and it took everything within Rhiannon to not scream and curse the man out. So he can drop that on her and then get drunk while she’s expected to sit there and be silent? Fuck that.

The laugh that came out of her reeked of anger. Joel ignored it, looking down at his glass. She knew he could tell that she was livid, but obviously he couldn't give two shits about what she wanted.

“You always fucking do this.” She hissed.

Joel glanced towards her, eyebrow raised. His lips pulled into a thin line. Tess muttered something before getting up, groaning a bit as she did. Without another word she walked into the kitchen, leaving Joel and Rhiannon alone.

“Always do what?” That pissed her off. Did he really not see the way he treated her? The way he gave her the cold shoulder and acted like she was some pathetic stray on the side of the road? She knew he was losing his hearing, apparently he was going blind as well.

“Don’t play dumb, Joel.” Her words came out snipped. “Every single time I ask to help you guys out I’m told no, like some fucking child. I don’t need your permission.”

“Yet you listen to me.” He took a sip of his whiskey, a smirk hiding behind the amber-hazed glass.

Rhiannon’s fists shook by her sides with how hard she was clenching them. He thought he was fucking hilarious didn’t he? “Oh fuck you, Joel. That’s not the point. You and Tess aren’t the only ones in this apartment, I’m here too.” Her voice began to shake. “I know you don’t like me, I get it, but for fucks sake let me help. I’m not as useless as you think I am! Being booksmart can be helpful, and I know how to take care of myself.”

Joel snorted, the sound only fueling the flaming embers of rage in her chest. “Oh I'm sure being booksmart is very helpful, sweetheart. Bore them the death with Frankenstein, reckon the infected would enjoy that the most.”

The world spun a bit from the whiplash she gave herself, nearly toppling over as she stood on shaky legs. Joel’s eyes widened a bit before they dropped back down, expression remaining nonchalant. It took two strides before she was face to face with the man, chocolate brown clashing with forest green.

“You’ve seen what I’m capable of, Joel. Now give me one good reason you can’t let me help you.” Her brows were furrowed, the corners of her lips pulled into a deep frown, and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She could have sworn she saw Joel’s eyes flicker to where the cut of her blouse dipped down just enough to show a hint of cleavage, but she was sure she imagined it.

“You have school. Fedra won’t take kindly to your absence.” Joel stated, a shrug following his words. He was right, being an employee of FEDRA meant she had a tighter leash on her, but that didn’t excuse the countless occasions where Tess and Joel left in the dead of night, leaving her alone in their shared bed with only the sounds of distant bombs and creaking wood to keep her company.

“What about all the other times I haven’t? Hm? ” She stepped closer to him. His expression remained stony, but anger flickered in Rhiannon’s green eyes, a burning flame that was only fanned into a wildfire the longer it took Joel to answer.

Joel grunted. “Look, it’s too dangerous for you. I get that you have your smarts, but Tess and I have more experience.” He didn’t expect the shove he got for his words, it didn’t move him much of course, being the giant man that he is, but it was still enough to startle him.

“Bullshit! I got you to Boston, I’m just as good with a gun as you are! I’m not a helpless damsel in distress, Joel. You and I both know that.”

Joel shook his head, looking down at his feet rather than at Rhiannon. His fingers came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a long drawn out sigh falling from his lips. She could tell that he was tired of this conversation, and frankly she didn’t give a fuck. She was tired of being left behind.

“I’m not arguing with you, Rhi. You’re staying home and that’s that. Don’t be a fucking idiot and try to follow us, you’ll only cause us more trouble.”

Maybe it was the stress from earlier, or the condescending way Joel spoke to her, whichever it was it had Rhiannon shaking with a flurry of emotions. She didn’t dignify Joel with a response, shoving past him to storm out the door. Ignoring the half-assed call of her name she walked along the hallway until she reached one of the abandoned apartments. Shouldering her way inside, she closed the door behind her before promptly launching herself onto the rickety old bed that was more a mattress on the ground than anything.

Joel wouldn’t come after her, he had Tess to worry about, and the all too familiar ache in her heart replaced the one burning anger. She wished he would come crawling to her, pretend to care for her even if it was just for a moment, but as she laid there staring up at the decaying ceiling one thing made itself clear.

Just as the sky was blue, Joel Miller would always hate her.

Rhiannon shut her eyes and let the freezing hands of sleep pull her away from consciousness.