#link misses his boss-wife

[sheikfangirl]

Goddessdammit Linky, pull yourself together!! I headcanon that after the "The Dragon's Tears" and "Crisis at Hyrule Castle" quests, Link's behavior is so erratic and self-destructive that Purah and the sages strap him to chair and make an INTERVENTION!! They are WORRIED!! 😢 Poor Link misses Zelda so much💔💔💔

But! he has FRIENDS and they CARE FOR HIM ♥♥ ------

PS: Yup, it's a shameless homage to Edna Mode

[alonetimelover]

pairing: (ex)Harry Styles x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x Max Verstappen

fc: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: They broke up and she decided to disappear and write a heartbreaking song. Through this process her old friends from F1 were with her. With one two-time World Champion getting closer and closer.

warnings: swearing, cheating, Harry is an asshole in this (sorry!)

a/n: Long? Oh yes. It's a long one. But also my first F1 related fic, hope you enjoy!

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f1 and redbullracing

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f1 Is there a better way to start 2023 season than with YN YSN (sweetly called the tiny boss of Red Bull Racing) in the paddock? We say there is NOT! Welcome YN, we hope you have the best time with us!

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yourinstagram thank uuuuu!

danielricciardo THE boss is here!

landonorris *heart eyes*

charles_leclerc Welcome back, YN!

ynupdates oh how i missed her face

ynsmybestie 5 months without even a photo of her finger online... it was a draught

ynsmymama yn's a vroom vroom girlie?????

ynsmybabie F1? is she a fan? tiny boss? what is going on?

⤷ ynupdates I feel like I'm the only one that knew. YN is Christian Horner's (red bull racing boss) step-daughter.

⤷ ynsmybestie isn't his wife ginger spice?

⤷ ynupdates yes! she's YN's mum. how do you guys not know that?

⤷ ynshands maybe because she's using her grandma's surname and not her mother's?

formulafan49 so we're getting las vegas content in bahrain? this sport is getting out of control with all those celebrities attending

⤷ landonorizz why are you being bothered by somebody that knows almost everything about formula 1? go be mad somewhere else

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram hiii💛 took a break and wrote a song. you're losing me is out now! i love all of you my pathological people pleasers.

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danielricciardo be a happy song with me?

⤷ yourinstagram running to you right now

⤷ landonorris bringing mum's biscuits

⤷ maxverstappen1 I'll bring myself 😊

⤷ danielricciardo you lot weren't invited, but come in... I guess

landonorris you're the only person I'm not mad at for making me cry, ynn

⤷ yourinstagram you've heard the song before, lan

⤷ landonorris shhhh

⤷ danielricciardo it won't make her fall in love with you, norris

⤷ landonorris fuck you man

maxverstappen1 💛💛

ynupdates WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED HERE

ynsmybestie I won't recover. I fucking won't recover

ynsmymama I'm gonna die... its so sad. its heartbreaking. I'm losing myself

hArrysbtch woah, my heart cannot take this

harrysmoustache firstly, break my heart and take it, yn

harrysmoustache secondly, why is the whole f1 here? wtf

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harryupdates

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harryupdates In his latest interview Harry was asked about his private life - especially his relationship with YN. After the question of "do you feel like you throw a great love away?" Harry answered with "I don't know. I don't regret a lot of things in my life but that's [the relationship] probably one of them." You can read the interview via the link in our story!

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hArrysbtch suddenly a six year lasting relationship was a mistake???

hArrysbtch ehh, harry. i kinda feel that the breakup (from Harry's side) happened a long time ago. there is no sparkle anymore

hArrysbtch now let me start on not mentioning her name like EVER "my last partner" her name is YN, why he can't just say it? it's been going on for years. since they started dating really...

harrysmoustache that wasn't the best interview

ynsmymama about 'you're losing me': "every artist has their imagination that they write down and then release. sometimes it's good and sometimes it should be kept private. i'm not the one to size it up." THAT WAS FUCKING LOW

⤷ harrysmoustache as much as I love him that was petty af

⤷ hArrysbtch especially when almost all critics named this song one of the best LYRICALLY and MUSICALLY in the last few decades

ynshands "I don't know if you can be ready to move on from a longterm relationship. it's definitely harder than from something that lasts months or two years." THIS MOTHERF****R IS TALKING ABOUT NOT BEING THE ONE TO MOVE ON BUT HE DID WHILE STILL BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP??????

⤷ ynsmymama this is called audacity

⤷ harrysfan49 cheating was never confirmed, was it?

⤷ ynsmybestie yes, it was. right after harry's "announcement" yn posted a story with lyrics from 'illicit affairs'. i think that's enough of a confirmation.

ynsmybestie yeah, here he comes again not being able to fucking say her name. those 6 years meant nothing?

⤷ harrysfan92 maybe he doesn't want to share his private relationship online

⤷ ynsmybestie i don't understand that. you're loving a person for six years, claiming them the love of your life, but saying the name is hard? he never mentioned her in interviews (my closest friend, my partner, someone I love). he couldn even show up at her birthday party because he had a photoshoot. just to point out, the drivers showed up in London, even though they had a race in Imola the next day.

⤷ harrysfan87 you guys are toxic. just gonna blame him for the breakup? unbelievable.

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN AND LANDO AT THE NIGHTCLUB IN MONACO!!!!!

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ynsmybestie NO FUCKING WAY

ynsmybestie SHE LOOKS SO HOT

ynsmymama the way he looks at her ??? 🫠

ynsfan92 find somebody who looks at you just like lando looks at yn. YOU CAN'T

⤷ ynsmymuse have you seen how max looks at her?

landofan92 do I need to change my bio from norizz to yesrizz?

user39 yeah, moving on quickly when her exboyfriend is talking about how he adores her

⤷ ynsmybestie where??? because i only saw how awful he was to YN from the moment they broke up

user02 yeah, move on quickly and go trough all the drivers

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yourinstagram added to her IG story!

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lando.jpg

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lando.jpg yn showed her favourites

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danielricciardo LIAAAAAR. SHE LOVES ME MORE.

⤷ yourinstagram of course

⤷ lando.jpg i love your sarcasm

maxverstappen1 💛

yourinstagram not my fault you were the only ones available for photos

⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't mind

⤷ lando.jpg neither do I

⤷ danielricciardo I DO

⤷ charles_leclerc I DO TOO

ynsmybestie hot

ynsmybestie but also i see you YN with favouring Max and Lando, i see you girl

ynsmymama why I've never realised how hot those two are???

ynshands is there a thing she does badly?

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN and MAX VERSTAPPEN at the bar tonight in Zandvoort, celebrating Max's win!

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ynsmybestie SEE? you defend the girl, you get the girl!

ynsmymama i mean i was rooting for them but i am still speechless

ynshands YAS PARENTS

maxfan85 after the race that he had, tying to yet another record and getting a girl? is there a thing he can't do or can't have??

ynsfan93 sooo, do we say they're together orrr?

⤷ ynsmybestie i mean, look at them. i have many friends but i'm not that cozy with any of them

⤷ ynsmymama i vote early stages of dating. yn's a touchy person in nature so you know, it can be that

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a/n: do you want to see more of them?

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part 2

[kryptznnn]

♛- PLAY-HARD III

1st part / 2nd part / 3rd part /

Series Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

➸ INTERESTS; - olo'eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Moat has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo'eyktan, but he isn't always cooperative.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 2.7k slight age gap (25 & 21), takes place after the great war, slow burn, injuries, kissing, teasing, flirting, confessing, intimacy, sexual tension (really heavy), masturbation (fem), fingering, stalking? (barely), mentions of fem!receiving pleasure, some cock-blocking, p!play, nipple play, lmk if there’s anything else I missed.

➸a.i; - 3rd chapter!! (first two chapters are linked up top) NOT PROOF READ, yes i love cock-blocking enjoy being edged and thank u guys for all the love ❤️, i’m currently working on different master lists for all avatar characters so just flood my inbox or my dms :))) also smut warning ahead

*na’vi translation will be provided*

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The entire time Jake patched you up you remained silent, you found it a little humorous, the olo’ektyan being the one helping a healer who was harmed, but none the less his delicate care and comforting smile warmed your heart. He even made sure you ate a little after helping you, when you finished, you thanked him.

“You didn’t have to” You said, slowly placing a hand on the side of his neck, smiling sweetly, he shook his head and placed his hand on yours. “Yes I did” He says softly, closing his eyes and smiling. You rolled your eyes and laughed softly, “you sound like i’m your muntxate” [wife] You giggled, he opened his eyes just to look at you, his ears lowering slowly.

“I sound like someone who cares about you, which I do.” He said, soon taking your hand into his and kissing your fingers softly, you looked away immediately feeling your face heat up. Taking a deep breath to face him again, this was wrong, you thought. You guys can’t be doing this, he can’t be doing this, saying these things to you and making you feel this way, he probably doesn’t even-

“Can ya help me peach?” He asked, now kissing your palm softly and massaging your bruised wrist. Your ears perked up immediately, sighing softly. “What is it?” You asked, your head cocked softly to the side to which he eyed you up and down, slowly pulling you closer to him.

“Help me understand how I feel about something” He stated, and you nodded in response, your entire focus set to him as he looked down at your hands. “This something is very special to me, yeah? I care about it more than anything right now, even my place as the clan leader which means I love this something, more than anything right now. I’m constantly thinking about this something all the time. I’ve had close moments with her and she’s just-“

“She’s mated already.” You spoke, looking down at your lap and retracting your hands from Jakes, tears welling your eyes rather quickly, you couldn’t believe how foolish you were. Of course he was confessing his love for another woman to you, and that other woman being Ninat. In some ways you began asking yourself if Za’yukto was right, how you were dumb enough to believe that anyone didn’t just want to use you for their own personal issues. Jake, your ruler, your boss, and the man you’ve been in love with since he first stopped by in the healers tent a year ago had just sat here and-

“What.” He asked? his voice hoarse and dripping in disbelief, in all honesty when you said those three words his heart nearly leaped out of his throat, he just spoke with you yesterday and you clarified nothing had happened with your friend. Since when were you mated? Did he read the room wrong did he not understand the signs you gave him?

“Ninat, she’s already mated, I bumped into her and her husband yesterday, she introduced me to him and I figured I should’ve told you I just forgot because of what happened back home with Za-yukto. I mean she’s obviously the one you’re talking about so” You said, your voice quickly trembling, a tear quickly rolling down your cheek that you immediately wiped. After the evening you just had this was the icing on the cake.

“I don’t want Ninat..” Jake spoke softly, cupping your face with his hand, kissing your wet cheek and grinning ear to ear, eager for your response. “But you’re in love with someone, you just said-“

“It’s not just someone, it’s you. Nga yawne lu oer y/n” [I love you y/n] He said cheerfully, your mouth hung open, not being able to process or respond to his confession. “Jake..” You gasped softly, moving in closer to him and cupping his face with both of your hands and kissing him softly.

Without a second thought he kissed you back, neither of you being able to keep your hands off of one another. Your short sweet kisses soon became long and rough, making you pull back gasping for air. Jake however saw this as an opportunity to kiss your jawline and neck, leaving small love bites and kisses where Za’yukto hadn’t marked, smiling to himself and humming in response to hearing your moans. You quickly removed your left hand from Jake’s face to trail down his body, soon wincing and pulling away taking a pause. Seeing Jake’s immediate change in behavior reaching out to gently hold your hand, checking your bandages.

“I’m okay, m’sorry.” You said, not wanting to worry him, but continue earlier’s events. He shook his head, squishing your cheeks softly, “You should get some sleep, it’s late” He spoke, before you could even respond a yawn broke its way through your lips, further proving Jake to be right as he just laughed at you.

“It’s okay, i’ll take you to be-“

Three sharp pounds at the tents entrance quickly cut Jake off, startling you, but seeming completely normal for him. He told you to sleep in his bed tonight, and he would be there shortly having to answer the unexpected guest at the door, mumbling the words “cock-block” before leaving.

Soon after you found yourself laying on Jake’s bed, enjoying the comfort of his room, smiling softly to yourself. Eventually Jake made his way to the room to talk to you, sitting beside you and watching the way you rolled around to face him. “Hi” You said with a large smile, “Hi” he sighed and smiled as well, bending over to kiss your forehead. “One of the generals at the door asked for my assistance so I won’t be with you tonight, I’ll be coming back late but you’ll see me in the mornin, that okay?” He asked, caressing your cheek and moving his hand down to your hair, you only nodded, your eyes feeling too weak to open. You felt a soft peck to your lips before drifting to sleep.

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You slowly rise from your sleep, sitting up in Jake’s bed to see him sleeping beside you on the floor, you giggle softly, careful to not wake him. Figuring you had a valuable amount of time on your hands before he woke up you decided to go wash up and do something with your hair, it was definitely time to wash that too.

After making your way to Jake’s bathing lake you quickly set your large cloth to the side and removed your top and bottom, sighing with relief as soon as your body touched the water. You let yourself walk further and further down to the depths of the water until it reached around waist length before bending your knees and completely submerging yourself in the water for a few seconds before quickly rising back up, gasping shortly.

You placed your hands on top of your hair, smiling to yourself remembering last nights events. You could feel your heart race just picturing it again, the way he kissed you, the way he held you, the way he spoke to you, and the way he touched you. It killed you how you couldn’t have gone farther with him yesterday, or confess yourself how you felt for him, but you loved how open he was with you. Your hand slowly slid down past your hair, lower to your breasts while your other hand reached down between your thighs, your slick quickly coating your fingers. It wouldn’t hurt to mess around just once, right? Besides it’s been so long since you’ve had some time to yourself.

You moaned softly, grasping your breasts softly while teasing your nipples softly, quickening the pace of your fingers on your clit, moaning even louder. “Jake..” You groaned softly, quickly biting your bottom lip afterwards and tossing your head back a bit, imagining him being here with you now, wondering if he was still asleep or awake or what it was that he was doing. Truth be told he was awake, and was watching you right now.

After waking up the first thing he did was go around to look for you, and when he couldn’t find you he began to panic a small bit. He stepped outside, his senses relaxing a bit noticing your ikran was still here, if anything she was cuddled up with his own ikran; Bob. He smiled softly at them, their closeness reminding him of how you and him are, happy of last nights events.

He began cupping his mouth and calling out your name, to which you answered with no avail, obviously because you didn’t hear him. Soon after he sat down outside, before hearing the sound of splashing water around, following his sense of sound towards the source to find none other than you, who had just resurfaced after being fully under the water. He squatted down behind plenty of bushes and watched you carefully, a smirk on his face. If anything with the way he hid there was no way you’d be able to see him, well that would be if you didn’t spot a blue tail swishing back and forth out of eagerness, which he quickly yanked down and held onto.

Soon after hearing you, and seeing the way you pleased yourself, whimpering his name. In all honesty he wasn’t expecting that at all, quickly catching him off guard as his tail quickly hit the bushes in front of him, making a rather noticeable noise, making you stop dead in your tracks, which wasn’t to neither your or his enjoyment. Taking note of how you nearly tipped over in the lake before lathering yourself to leave shortly, taking this as his opportunity to leave. Muttering to himself how he was his own cock block in frustration, truth be told he wasn’t planning on doing anything, just getting comfortable to watch you. Everyone has their own way of pleasuring themselves and he wasn’t going to miss a step when it came to you. Later on you arrived back to Jake’s hut, jumping slightly to find him directly by the entrance, tying the flaps down and greeting you, to which you returned the favor. He laughed at your sudden fear to which you responded how he startled you and you weren’t expecting him to be up so early, especially since he came home late.

“Wanted to make sure you ate something before visiting the Tsahik” He responded, placing two plates onto the table and ushering you to sit, to which you did with a smile, thanking him. He pushed your chair back in before sitting in his own seat, right beside you smiling cheekily.

Normal conversation went against you too, asking how your night was and how each of you slept until you opened the subject of how Jake’s morning was. He quickly flicked his tongue up poking at his fangs before answering, interlocking both hands with one another, resting his chin on them while his elbows pressed against the table. “I was looking for you this mornin’” He started, looking at your face for any expression, you just hummed in response and continued eating, your left cheek now full of food waiting for him to continue. “Couldn’t find you anywhere either, thought you ran away or something happened to you.” He said, watching your brows furrow carefully before swallowing to reply. “But you ended up finding me, I came right back home” You giggled softly, to which he laughed as well. “Yeah but I actually found you before then… at the lake” He spoke, not even attempting to eat his food anymore, shifting half of his body weight onto the table and turning to you, resting his left elbow on the elbow along with his head resting in his hand. You froze a bit, recalling the noise at the bush that caused you to stop in ‘the heat of the moment’ you decided to call it, asking yourself if that might’ve been Jake.

“Were you watching me?” You asked in a mumble, to which Jake looked you up and down, playing with your wet hair. “I left as soon as I realized what you were doin’” He replied.

Of course he was lying, he was there to witness the whole thing, he knew exactly what you were doing, but it’s not like you would’ve ever found out.

“I liked what I saw though” He spoke, pausing with the patterns in your hair and waiting for you to look over to him, which you did only for a brief second, attempting to not choke on your food, obviously flustered, he smiled at your shyness flashing his fangs at you. “Nothing t’be nervous about pretty, it’s a normal thing to do, I do it sometimes too” He said softly, now leaning over and resting his left elbow on his thigh, whispering in your ear, which quickly flicked around and brushed against his lips.

Whatever he was telling you was not making you feel any better than how you felt before. He knew that, he just-

“Relax! I’m just messing with ya kid! You’re so tense and bothered, you’re acting like you were doin’ it ‘cuz of me” He laughed, no longer by your ear and massaging your shoulders to get you to relax, kissing your temple softly to which you just grimaced, forcing a small laugh out of your lips, which anyone could tell was fake. “So funny…” You deadpanned, continuing to eat the meal in front of you that was almost finished, turning to look at Jake’s plate which was still pretty full, looking back up at him and his plate then scoffing.

“But y’ know if you ever need anything, i’m here for you, no matter what it is” He said sincerely, placing his large hand on your thigh, inching it higher and higher slowly. You nodded slightly, looking up at him slowly, bashing your eyelids and exhaling softly, opening your legs a little. “Jake..”

“Shh, shh, It’s okay” He said cutting you off softly, leaning down to kiss you, to which you returned and cupped his cheeks, soon breaking the kiss as you felt Jake’s index finger slowly graze in between your thighs, making you moan softly and shut your eyes quickly. “J-jake, we shouldn’t-“

“You don’t have to do anything kid, i’d be doing all the work” He said softly, kissing your neck softly as you giggled softly, feeling him toy with you through your loincloth. “You should finish eating” You mewled softly, pointing to his plate to which he shook his head. “Not hungry for that right now pretty, m’hungry for this” He said, quickly guiding his hand underneath your loincloth to tap against your innocence softly, all 5 of his long fingers cupping you, making you groan abruptly as you slowly grinded into his hand. “Y’gonna let me taste?” He whispered in your ear, sticking his tongue out to dampen his lips, to which you nodded, holding his shoulder tightly. To your response he nodded as well, now smiling and continuously kissing you, teasing you softly as he slowly stood up to pull your chair in front of him.

Quickly two bangs were heard towards the entrance of Jake’s tent, watching Jake’s jaw clenched as he huffed heavily, clearly upset, possibly more upset than you were. He ushered for you for you to go on with your day and go visit Mo’at, and promised he would finish what he started later, which scared you slightly, but not anymore than it aroused you. Cleaning up shortly and making your way to the entrance with Jake you hear him mutter the words ‘Cock-block’ yet again to which you giggled, finding the word funny, soon after saying your goodbyes to him, but not before grabbing your belongings and passing by the guest who had knocked on the door before, the guest being none other than Za’yukto.

What could he possibly be here for?

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[oftenwantedafton]

Moody and Gray - William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 8

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content

Also available on AO3

The day that had seemed so endless earlier this morning is passing by far too quickly.

You’re seated on the couch, your bent knees tenting over William’s thighs. One hand is curled possessively around the calf furthest from him. A single lamp illuminates the room, the light outside filtering through the balcony sliders extinguished now that it’s early evening.

“What are you feeling for dinner?”

“Hmmm…Chinese? And a beer run.”

“Deal.” He squeezes your leg and you reluctantly swing your legs around and stand up, walking to the closet to retrieve your coats. You almost think you won’t make it out the door when he crowds you against it and begins kissing you. “Just a little fix before we’re out in public and we have to behave,” he murmurs beside your neck.

“That addicted, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm.” His tongue darts over your earlobe and his teeth tug lightly.

You groan. “We don’t have to behave that much in public, do we?”

“A reasonable attempt should at least be made.”

“Does this count as reasonable?” Your hand slides over the waistband of his jeans.

“Most definitely not. Fuck, Moody. We need to leave before this gets out of hand.”

You huff but relent, locking the door behind you and following him to the parking lot.

It happens again in your boss’ car. He leans over and you thread your fingers through his hair. Perhaps he’s feeling some of that same urgency. The dwindling hours of your allotted time together.

The closest Chinese restaurant is a run down looking dive in a shopping plaza with a laundromat and a grocery store. You let Afton order, more preoccupied with admiring the way his profile looks in the restaurant that’s dimly lit with red paper lanterns. He pulls out a chair for you to sit on and settles across the tiny table from you. His fingers tease your knee. You push your own through his, linking them together out of sight. His eyes lock with yours. The conversation of the other patrons and the staff fades to white noise.

You miss your order number, forcing the man behind the register to repeat it several times before it clicks that you’re being summoned. Your employer tucks the paper bag under one arm and reaches for your hand again with his unoccupied one. A quick stop to deposit your dinner in the car, then you walk with your hands linked together to the grocery store.

It’s dangerous, but he’d said he’d liked the thrill of being caught, hadn’t he, that first day when he’d kissed your behind his pizzeria. He wasn’t even remotely attempting to behave. He was positively flaunting his affection, and you’re helpless to stop him. You want people to see. You want people to think you’re a couple. That he’s yours and you belong to him.

“William Afton? It is you. My daughter goes to school with Evan.”

Just like that, his fingers abandon yours, the illusion shattered. You suddenly find yourself staring at the labels of the beer bottles and cans with rapt fascination while your lover makes small talk with the other woman.

“We’re having a birthday party at your restaurant in a couple of weeks. Will Evan be there?”

“Uh, you’ll have to ask my wife, she’s really more in charge of that sort of thing, but I’m sure…”

You can feel the woman’s eyes flick to you more than once. Curious as to why you’re standing so closely beside him, so obviously shopping with him, and not just another patron perusing the liquor selection. You pointedly ignore her, wishing she would just leave. You’re halfway tempted to just drag William out of the store.

“Be sure to tell everyone I said hi. We’ll be seeing you soon.”

A polite smile that doesn’t touch the tall man’s eyes vanishes as the woman moves to continue her shopping in another aisle.

You can feel his eyes on you now. “I’m okay,” you mumble. “I don’t think she saw anything. That big stupid coat of yours blocks everything.” You’re trying to make light of the situation and failing miserably. Maybe you should have just stayed home and ordered takeout and skipped the booze. Just eliminated dinner entirely and continued what you’d started against your front door. Hindsight 20/20 and all that.

And this is what comes of letting yourself have feelings for a married man, you reprimand yourself. Fuck him all you want, sure. Getting emotional about him? Big fucking mistake. You knew better. You knew it, and yet you’d let it happen anyway.

The space between you as you walk back to the car feels much wider than it physically is. An uncomfortable shift in mood. The happy little bubble you’d been in all day popped just like that. You shouldn’t have been so brazen. You should’ve picked a convenience store, somewhere with less people, it was a weekend, he was well known, of course someone would see. Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. You silently berate yourself.

“Moody.” He’s made no move to turn the key in the ignition.

“I’m okay, Will, honestly. Let’s go home before the food gets cold, okay? I just want to get tipsy and forget this happened.”

“We should talk about—”

“—I don’t want to. Not tonight. Please. Just let me have these last few hours be only for us, okay?” You’re not going to cry. You absolutely flat out refuse to give some soccer mom the satisfaction.

William sighs heavily, nodding.

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Back in your apartment, your employer is arguing with you about your choice of utensil to consume the take away with.

“You have to at least try to use chopsticks.”

“I have. I end up dropping most of the food. I’ll still be trying to eat come summer if I attempt that.”

“You just need to practice.”

“I don’t see what possible difference it could make.”

“It’s part of the cultural experience.”

“American Chinese food isn’t really like legit Chinese food.”

“Okay, I’ll concede that. But it’s like drinking wine out of a tumbler. You just don’t do it.”

“Why not? I have.” You smirk at the pained expression on his features. “Okay, fine, Gray. Show me how to use your silly chopsticks. I’ll make an honest effort. Once. And then I’m going back to a fork.”

He hands you one of the paper wrapped sets he’d taken from the restaurant. You shred the wrapper and snap the sticks apart. “Okay, now what?”

“Hold this one like this. Here.” He adjusts your fingers so the slender bit of wood rests on the inside of your ring finger, your middle finger seated on the top, thumb bracing against it. “Now this one.” This he aligns between your index finger and thumb. “The ends should be even. You’re essentially using this as an extension of your finger to control the grip and this bottom one as the wedge that holds it steady.”

“This is unnecessarily complicated.”

“Just try it. Only moving the top. Bottom stays locked in place.”

It’s clumsy and awkward but you already notice an improvement from when you’d previously attempted to use them without any guidance. “Yeah, okay, I feel the difference,” you admit grudgingly. “But I still prefer to use a fork.” He deftly picks up a piece of chicken and offers it to you. “Show off.” You accept the gift and take a swig of beer to wash it down. At least he wasn’t fussy about putting the booze in glasses.

You’re feeling a little better by the time you finish dinner, the unpleasantness of your run in with the woman that knew William fading a bit. Or maybe that was just the beer numbing you. Either way. You sink beside the older man on the couch and hand him the remote, handing him a fresh drink before sipping from your own bottle. He channel flips before settling on a sitcom.

“Where do you want to go on Wednesday?” He inquires between laugh tracks.

That’s right. He had promised to take you out to dinner.

“Somewhere out of town where there’s less chance of running into someone you know,” you grumble.

“Moody.”

“Relax, I’m kidding. I honestly have no preference. Surprise me. Well, just let me know the dress code first.” You take another long swallow. “What time is curfew tonight?” Trying to make light of the situation again. Knowing it’s painfully obvious that you’re both thinking the same thing. You’re running out of time.

“I should leave around nine.”

Ouch. “Two more hours. Got it.”

He shuts the television off and pulls the half full bottle out of your hands, setting his own empty one on the coffee table. His hand settles on your thigh and he leans towards you. “Come to bed with me, Moody,” he says beside your ear. “I still owe you another one.”

“Another…oh.” He was still counting. Current standing, tied even. One more to break the record. His lips ghost along your jaw before he stands, pulling you to your feet. You’re feeling quite inebriated, an intensely pleasant buzz that’s perhaps not entirely all courtesy of the alcohol. He sweeps you up in his arms and you squeak as he carries you bridal style into the bedroom, your wrists locked behind his neck.

Fingers fumble for clothing fasteners once you reach your destination. A zipper here, a button there. Shoelaces. Hook and eye closures. You can’t seem to divest each other of your garments fast enough. Slightly clumsy. Something that sounds suspiciously like a giggle actually escapes him at one point. Okay, you’re both intoxicated. And more than a little drunk off each other’s presence. His nude body presses warmly against yours once you’re lying in bed and it’s a bit sobering.

“Moody.” His normally sharp eyes are glassy. Speech a little less proper, slightly slurred. Maybe not the best idea to be drinking before he had to drive home. What if he just had to stay the night, for safety’s sake? Wouldn’t that just be terrible? “My moody girl…”

You shove at him until he’s lying supine and straddle his hips, bending to kiss him. “Want you to be mine, Will.” Your kisses are wet, sloppy.

“I am yours.” He grins at you with those sharp vampiric teeth you’re so fond of. Your fingers knot in his hair and you push him back against the pillow, laving at his throat. You’re still hovering above him, your lower body still shy of making contact. “In every way that matters I’m yours,” he adds more solemnly.

You draw back to study his features. “Every way?” You nip at his bottom lip. “Your body’s mine?” You reach down between you to find his hard cock, dragging the flushed tip across your lips and stroking it against your clit.

“Fuck, yes. All yours. Only yours.”

“What else is mine, Mr. Afton?” You bring him back to your dripping entrance. Still a tight squeeze when you sheath yourself even though he’s been fucking you with his mouth and fingers and that big cock all day. “Tell me.” Your fingers around his throat, lightly squeezing, eliciting a moaning gasp that echoes through your core. You begin to rock up and down. Your nails drag down his chest. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.” In harmony with your pelvic movements.

“My heart.”

Your head drops down to his. “Is your heart really mine?”

His hand cups your cheek. “Yes.”

“I tried not to fall for you, Will. I really did. But I couldn’t help it…” His hips lift to meet you. “I fell so hard, so fast…” Drunk words, sober thoughts. The confession spills out of you. You can’t pretend any longer. He needs to know.

William’s hands grip your waist and he rolls you beneath him, his cock burying itself to the hilt.

“I know, Moody. I know. It happened to me too. Caught me off guard…Why does your body feel so good? So perfect for me, sweet girl…” Your knees grip his ribs and you rock against him. “Oh, God, Moody. What you do to me. What you make me feel. I’ve never…”

Every plunge into your depths brings his mouth closer to yours. “Will…I’m…” You’re on the brink of shattering and you can’t even get the words out. He’s stolen your breath, each bid for air a harsh gasp. You’re lightheaded, the man buried inside you the last anchor to reality.

“Yes, Moody, yes…”

A sob of relief when your body finally succumbs around him. Wringing his cock. Your fingers laced tightly with his. His mouth covering yours, his body echoing your trembling. Pulled against his frame when he shifts positions, gathering you to him in the now quiet dark

[your-local-hoemie]

OOO okayokay can i request childe and thoma with s/o thats very clingy? S/o will hug and link their arms whenever they meet and s/o also likes to give them small kisses on the cheek :D

-🐢anon

Aaaaaaa that’s adorable!! I’m sorry if it’s not super great but I got so excited getting my first request!! And how can I pass up my two favourite gingers (yes thoma is ginger. Yes I will fight to the death on that debate) 😌

Warnings: Fluff, more fluff, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint hard enough (Childe’s), not proof-read, gn!reader, established relationship, pet names.

Characters: Childe, thoma.

CHILDE~

He finds you absolutely adorable!

plus you’re really boosting his ego I hope you know that.

it’s his favourite part of the day!

when you wrap your arms around his arm don’t be fooled by his flirtatious front

not much can catch him off guard but man’s heart is flipping and do a jig that even venti would be impressed by~

yes that is a blush you’re seeing and not just the “heat”

he constantly has to deal with the pressure of being a harbinger and the pressure of wanting to become stronger

so when he feels your warmth as you snuggle into him or hug onto whatever limb grabs your liking first he really can’t help but feel at peace

he doesn’t think he deserves the affection you’re so willing give to him

after all his hands are stained with the blood of so many victims

he’s crushed men in his palms without breaking a sweat

yet here you are, laying your head on his chest listening to the heart he once thought was incapable of feeling at peace, tracing his fingers while telling him about your day

he’ll never understand what you see in him no matter how much false confidence he puts on show but he does feel proud to know he’s the one you can let your guard down around~

It had been a long day for the harbinger. He had spent almost every hour doing some kind of training with the new recruits or simply training his own skills with bosses that could never quite satisfy his masochist tendencies. It was right as he finished up for the day that he was greeted by a familiar voice.

“Childe!”

You eagerly ran over to him not caring about the startled onlookers from your shout. Reaching his side you locked arms looking up with a giant grin

“How was your day? I missed you!”

Nuzzling your face into his arm you didn’t notice the flustered ginger looking at you with his dull blue eyes being the closest to sparkling that they ever had.

“Haha oh just the usual, nothing too exciting. Though I did miss you too, cutie”

he let out a soft chuckle rubbing the back of his neck as a slight dusting of pink grew on his cheeks.

“Oh shush, we both know you’ve done things even the most experienced adventure would find unbelievable! Come on. I accidentally made way too much food back home, you can tell me all about it over dinner!”

Glancing back up at him you slide your arm down his and held onto his hand locking fingers with him as he let out a chuckle laced with pride, puffing his chest out.

“What can I say, it really is just a normal day for me, comrade. It’s tough being as amazing as me you know”

Letting out a soft giggle you nudge his side causing him to let out a laugh, hunching over slightly before his mind goes blank as you place a soft smooch on his cheek.

Literally just all of his thought process has been cut off.

“What was that for??”

“I just thought you looked cute and your cheek looked lonely”

With a grin he clears his throat regaining his composure before leaning into you returning your kiss as he feels all of his stresses melt away at your adorableness.

Thoma~

Please give this boy all the affection he deserves

He loves you so much and it’s so comforting to him that you’re happy to show him your feelings in return!

He will get very flustered if you do it in public though

He’s not against it at all! He just gets so blushy and his words will stop wording

We all know Thoma is the perfect house wife

He thoroughly enjoys helping people out

But even he gets run down

It’s times like these when feeling you hug him with so much love and adoration that really makes his heart melt

He also doesn’t think he deserves you or the love you shower over him so eagerly but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world

He adores you and thinks you’re the sweetest angel he’s ever met and will do everything he can to protect your smile~

It had been another busy day for the Cheif Retainer of the Kamisato clan.

He had a particularly frustrating incident after he accidentally disturbed a family of birds nested in a bush he was trimming causing them to form their own version of the archon war on the poor boy.

Opening the door to your shared house he let out a tired sigh closing it behind him only to be welcomed by the inviting smell of food coming from the kitchen.

“Baby, I’m home. What are you up to?”

Walking into the kitchen he was greeted by the image of you excitedly hurrying over to him giving him a tight hug before squishing his face giving him a kiss on his nose, giggling at his warming cheeks and disheveled look.

“It looks like my favourite boy in all of Inazuma could use some rest, come sit down, I made us dinner!”

“You really don’t have to, you know I don’t mind cooking, really!”

“You already do so much sweetheart, let me do the work this time and show you the appreciation you deserve!”

Letting out a flustered chuckle he couldn’t help but take note of how adorable your determination was as you locked arms with him leading to the table placing a soft kiss on his cheek then his forehead, not being able to deny you of some much welcomed softness.

During dinner he told you all about his day while you held his hand softly rubbing his knuckles in sympathy at the woeful tale of his bird misfortune, giving small kisses in his cheeks whenever his tired mind threatened to fall asleep right there on the table.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetness”

Thoma smiled peacefully as he relaxes under the warmth of you holding him close under the blankets playing with his hair and leaving the occasional kiss on his head, basking in the sweetness you bring to his constantly hectic life~

This was so fun to write! I apologise if it’s not super great being my first attempt but thank you for the request!!! I absolutely powered through this at 5am and I have zero regrets~

[woodchipp]

Fortunately, that's where the posts come in.

"In a story where we view everything from Sunny's perspective, someone who's been repressing everything about this incident so deeply"

You know what other work of fiction does this exact "protagonist with repressed memories has to face the truth of having killed their loved one" plot but does it way better? Silent Hill 2.

SH2's plot twist is that its main protagonist, James Sunderland, killed his wife Mary three years before the game's events and repressed the memory of the murder, convincing himself that Mary actually died of a terminal illness she was suffering from at the time he killed her. The terminal illness is a heavy factor in the murder - because it disfigured Mary and made her confront her own mortality at the age of 25, she repeatedly lashed out at James, who tried to take care of her despite his own despair. Eventually, watching his wife wither away and being powerless to do anything about it, Mary's mood-swings, resentment of the burden she put on him and a desire to relieve her of the misery she was in drove James to smother her with a pillow.

The reason I'm bringing it up is because SH2 actually foreshadows its twist - three out of the four characters James meets throughout the game vaguely reference that James' relationship with Mary wasn't as good as James implies it was, the fourth character (whom you fight as a boss and who killed a dog at some point before coming to Silent Hill) alludes to the fact that James must be a murderer too if he is in the town in the first place, Pyramid Head's design being based on a painting of an executioner and him pursuing James over the course of the game implies James is a criminal who wants to be punished, one of the locations James has to go through is literally a prison, etc. The "Hallway" conversation I've linked in the paragraph above is used by the game to show how James and Mary's relationship worsened after she contracted her illness; as I said, the dialogue clearly implies Mary had such mood-swings pretty frequently.

OMORI doesn't have much foreshadowing for the real cause of Mari's death, nor does it have anything similar to the "Hallway" conversation to show how harsh she got with Sunny. A good chunk of the hints the game provides (Omori's Furious emotion showing a single eye similar to Mari's hanged body, Something in the Water's little hanged bodies, Something's general design) would lead the player to believe Mari did kill herself before the story swerves around in its last hour and reveals that Sunny committed manslaughter. The only hints I could call hints are the prevalence of staircases in cutscenes before Sunny fights his fears and maybe the storage room, but even then my point stands - it's just not enough.

(oh, I also remembered the "You did it" poster in Orange Oasis. Which is an optional location, thus making crucial foreshadowing very easily missed. lol and lmao)

That brings me to your next point.

"I don't really see where a direct explanation of the build-up to the fight beyond that would fit."

Black Space.

Since it (ostensibly) represents Sunny's unpredictable subconscious, you could just make it the framing device for Sunny's backstory akin to Bojack Horseman's Time's Arrow, an episode where a character's backstory memories (traumatic and otherwise) are filtered through her emotional perception of the events at the time they happened and her unstable mental state in the present day.

A very good example of how Time's Arrow manages to convey trauma without sacrificing story is its signature scene - a formative memory from the character's childhood, in which she sees her father callously dispose of her beloved toy by burning it in the fireplace while telling her to keep her emotions in check and not to cry lest she ends up like her mother, who was lobotomized some time ago and consequently became a shadow of her former self. Since everything the audience sees in this episode is filtered through the character's emotions, her father's callousness is represented by the aforementioned fireplace behind him becoming a wall of hellfire, while her mother's status as a shadow of her former self is represented by her being a literal shadow with the lobotomy scar highlighted.

That brings me to your next point.

"A lot of the build-up due to that is expressed metaphorically through Headspace and Black Space."

Where? Literally where?

What, am I supposed to see the room with the "Peter Griffin chokes on a rice cake"-like BGM as a representation of the Deep emotional pain Sunny experienced as a result of Mari's scolding? lmao

That brings me to your next point.

Again, I was talking about the game not showing us the deterioration of Sunny and Mari's relationship over the course of their practicing. You seem to have missed that point completely, but just to make something clear

The parallel you're talking about doesn't even work. Mari was dead the moment she hit the bottom of the staircase. Basil was still alive and in active danger of dying, which means that he was able to be rescued.

Mari wasn't.

"Lots of people see spaceboy as a parallel to hero but no one thinks if sweetheart (and her chase of perfectionism all throughout the game) is a parallel for mari."

Actually, a lot of people do. It's the only theory about her I've seen floating around when people discuss the meaning she supposedly has, and I've been lurking around in this fandom for quite a while now.

By the way,

>>"People aren't just filling it in themselves like fanfiction" >>proceeds to use fanon interpretations as an argument

If that style of writing isn't something you like, that's ok! Completely understandable, not everyone wants to pick through the details for things like that

Implying that the work you're defending is just Too Genius™ for your interlocutor to understand isn't a great way to endear them to your argument.

But I wouldn't necessarily call it bad writing. You're allowed to not like something without it being inherently bad or poorly made.

The inverse is also true - you're allowed to like something without it being good! What constitutes a "good" work of fiction is subjective, after all. I have my own fair share of works I'm really fond of despite how shitty they are lol

Just don't get all defensive and insist that the work you like is too Subtle and Intricate to understand when someone points out the very glaring and numerous flaws.

(also bro really said "agree to disagree" and then wrote me a giant reply justifying their opinion lmao)

@welcome-to-grayspace

[misguidedasgardian]

Jealous Lloyd Hansen X Reader ?

Uffff, I'm going to write this as a continuation

AU MASTERLIST

Summary: A single conversation with another man drives Lloyd insane 

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behavior, mob business, age gap (Lloyds is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), dub-con, little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink,oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, teasing, overstimulation, involuntary permanent marking (surprise), might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

You were gorgeous, Lloyd had no doubts about that, that was what made it so easy to marry you, it wasn't just the inheritance, it was you, your killer personality, your hot body, your eyes, the tip of your nose, your delicious mouth, all of it, he loved it all. He was the luckiest son of a bitch to walk the earth.

So when he saw you speaking to Raymond Smith on a party made by an englishman named Mickey Pearson for a new deal between the countries, he saw fucking red. He was speaking closely to your ear, apparently something funny because you were giggling and smiling dumbly. Lloyd didn’t know it affected him more than that you were reciprocating the flirtation, or… that you didn’t giggle like that with HIM.

Let's be fair he didn’t make you giggle or laugh, but he saw your body language while talking to that man and you were relaxed, at ease, your shoulders danced with your laugh and you drew a relaxed smile as it looked like you were hearing the most interesting story. You weren’t like that with him… at first you were like a scared little kitten, always in guard of him, trembling in his hands and shy, flinching everytime he moved next to you… and lately you’d had been uncaring, like the minimum traces of instincts had left your body and you were giving up, like he could do whatever he wanted to you. He didn’t like that either

He walked with determination to where you stood right next to that man. He could feel his own throat tightening, almost growling like an angry wolf as he saw more clearly the closeness you held with that pompous bastard

“Hey, Smith” he greeted almost like an insult, reaching the both of you and linking one of his thick arms around your waist, gluing you to him. You stomped clumsily due to his harshness, but stayed taped by his side.

“Mr Hansen, a pleasure” he said strongly, offering his hand, which Lloyd took

“I’m glad my beautiful wife is keeping you company” he answered back

“She is a most lovely companion” he answered, smiling at you, which made Lloyd tighten his grip so hard you whimpered

“Tell your boss that thank you for the invitation and I’m looking forward to do business with him, in a more private environment” Raymond got the hidden message and he only nodded, taking a step back and bowing his head 

“Of course” he said, “I’ll talk to my boss and we will arrange a meeting, we are in america for the next few weeks, he is looking forwards to do business with you as well”

“Good” and just like that Lloyd was pulling you out of the party. And before you knew it, he almost threw you inside of the awaiting car 

You grunted but said nothing, you knew that was only going to make him angrier. But you were also so enraged by him, who did he think he was? you were actually having a good time and a good conversation with a man and he had to pull you away just like that

You just had enough

“I think we should get a divorce” you whispered, somehow hoping that he didn’t hear you, but he did, oh he did

“Sorry?” he had heard you, he was just seeing if you had the metaphorical balls to repeat it

“We should get a divorce” your voice sounded strangled, but more assertive. He had to chuckle to prevent himself for screaming

“And why would we do that?” he asked than his hand that rested in the back of the seat was dangerously close to your neck

“I think we deserve to be happy” you whispered, “we don’t make eachother happy”

“Till’ death do us apart wifey” he grunted while he grabbed the back of your neck and placed your head next to his, his blue eyes burning with rage, “I intend to keep that promise” You trembled and close your eyes in fear, scared to think what he was going to do to you, was he going to make you suck him off in front of Ari? or just fuck you? Or perhaps he was really going to fulfill his promise, and kill you rather than divorce you

The first weeks after you were “married” you would curl up to him after he fucked you roughly into the matress, you would lay your head on his chest and cuddle up to him like a kitten, or at night you would come to him in search of his body heat, but now after he’d had his way with you would turn your back to him and hug your pillow instead, and he pretended he didn’t heard those little cries of yours when you thought he was sleeping

He was indifferent before, but now, seeing you talk and laugh with someone else, noticing how small you had become next to him, he didn’t like it. He was the one who should be making you laugh, he should be the one that you cuddle up at night. No the other you wanted, there sure was a reason why you wanted a divorce. Did you realize you could be happy with someone else?

But as soon as you flinched, closing your eyes in fear, he released you softly, sighing loudly

“I don’t want you to say that word again” he said more softly, “I’m not divorcing you, in fact, if you are not pregnant by the end of the month, I’m taking you to a specialist, you hear me?” he finally looked at you, and you looked him back

“Yes” you whispered, you knew he liked his answers. He caressed the skin on the back of your neck with his fingers, “I’m sorry” you whispered, sniffing, but he was relieved there were no tears in your eyes. 

“You liked that guy so much you were picturing a future for the two of you?” he asked bitterly

“No” you whispered, “This is nothing like that” you cried, scared of seeing him angry at you, “I swear”

“So what is it?” he asked

“Why would you want to keep being married to me?” you asked, “You already have everything you wanted, you don’t even like me” you accused

“Why would you say that?” he demanded

“when you are not fucking me, or wanting for it, you look at me like I’m the most idiotic thing on the whole world” you cried, “you seem to hate me”

“That’s not true” 

“It is!” you were getting angry as well, “Right after you fuck me you drop me aside like I’m nothing, a soiled rag you just used and now it digusts you” a single tear fell down your cheek, “You never hug me, or hold me, or kiss me, no when we are not fucking anyways” he looked back at you surprised, and you seemed to see a little bit of shame, “So if I picture myself finding someone that holds me, and smiles at me and makes me laugh with silly jokes, or cares for me, yes, I deserve that, I deserve someone that treats me like a human being and not a means to something else” after your speech you scootched ove to the door and curled against it, not wanting to see him, or her him or touch him 

But he had other plans

With a tired sigh, like you had bored him, he turned towards you and grabbed you, taking you by your thighs and shoulders. You struggled, but with the dress you were wearing you didn’t quite had much of movement

He held you against his chest

“There is not going to be anyone else for you other than me” he grunted, “You hear me?” you whined on his hold, but he didn’t release you, having a tight iron grip on your body, “You are mine, no one else's”

He left you alone for the rest of the night and even the next morning, until lunch, when Lloyd send for you to meet him in his office

You found him looking out the window, with his back turned to you 

“What is it?” you asked simply, he turned slowly

“I want you to do what I say, exactly as I say it” he said simply, and you raised a eyebrow

“Sorry?”

“You fucking heard me” the raise on his voice made you tremble, so you just nodded, looking down at the floor in front of you, knowing it will be worst fo you if you didn’t obey him, “Are you going to obey?”

“Yes” you answered quickly

“Yes, what?”

“Yes husband” 

“Good girl, now walk towards me.” He sat on his chair but you did exactly as he said, and walked until you had him in front of you, “Are you going to obey anyone else?” you shook your head, “Words”

“No Husband”

“You are mine”

“Only yours” you responded

“I thought I was clear the very first time I had you, and I’m running out of ideas of how to make you understand” you closed your eyes strongly, now you’ve done it, you pissed him off, “Sit on the desk right there” you did as he asked seating right in front of him, you're wearing a simple skirt, as he had requested weeks ago, no underwear. “Open up for me” you spread your legs to show him your pussy, wet pussy you might add

“Lloyd”

“Shut it, I don't want to hear it” with one single finger he teased your entrance, making you moan softly in need, you might despise him a little, but nobody has fucked you like he has, “Now stay still” he grabbed yout thighs an spread you open even more, uncomfortably so, he pushed his chair closer to you, as he prepared to devour you as if you were a feast.

He wasted no time in sinking in your core, lapping a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you squirm, he chuckled against your slippery folds, wasting no time in dipping his tongue inside your thigh walls

“You are so sweet” he purred, releasing you for just a second, “And you just want to take this pussy away from me, you are so fucking mean” he sucked on your sensitve pearl making you moan shamelesly. You were starting to lose yourself to his touch and tongue. He lapped and sucked your clit, making wet noises that would make a sex worker blush. He drew pleasure sounds from your mouth you didn’t even know you could make, without relent, changing between sucking on your clit and fucking your entrance with his tongue. 

But when he realized you weren’t panting and begging yet, he sunk one of his fingers inside of you. You twisted and turned on top of the desk. He chuckled agaisnt your sex when he found that spongy spot inside of you

“I’m going to make you cum so many times you are going to forget any other name that isn’t mine” he saw your juices dripping down his fingers to his hand and wrist, and smiled wickedly as you grabbed your own legs to have something to hold on to. Your throat started to sound raspy because of all the moans he was drawing from you. YOur felt that all too familiar knot tighten inside of your belly, declaring your impending orgasm

“Are you going to cum?” he asked

“Yes”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he asked then

“Yes please Lloyd, please” you begged, twisting your hips on his hand to get more friction, and he let you, rub yourself on his hand, “I'll be good, I’ll do anything please, let me cum”

“That’s it baby” he introduced another finger, content with your begging, he twisted his fingers inside of you and that’s all you needed to cum on his fingers. He helps you ride your orgasm with lazy movements. 

And when he realized you were riding down your high, he moved his fingers even faster cruel and rough inside of you, milking your juices and everything you had to give

“Lloyd, please!” you begged for him to stop but he only leaned in and dove in your clit against, with man intentions he sucked on your pearly flesh, his fingers fucking you roughly until you cummed again, back to back with a high cry on your lips

“I want more” his shirt got wet with your own juices, but he didn’t care, he wanted more, he wanted a fucking shower

“Lloyd please, no more… ARGH'', you interrupted yourself with a gurgle, when he cruelly rubbed his mustache on your sensitive clit, “Shit”

“Language darling” he teased, paying attention to his fingers and the squelching sound he was making in your soaked pussy, “Only two and look at you” you must have looked fucked out, your hairline shined and your entire body was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and the unmistakable smell of sex drenched the office, but it wasn’t enough

“I haven’t even got my cock out yet, and look at this mess” there was a pool under you in the desk, and Lloyd found himself wanting it to stain, so he could have a constant reminder of how delicious you were 

“Lloyd please I’ve learned my lesson” you cried

“Not enough” he released you completely, to look at his masterpiece your pussy looked puffy and glistening with juiced, so delicious, he thought, “I don't know what you did to me baby” he chuckled, “I’m addicted to this pussy” he get even more comfortable and he grabbed your thighs to pull you to him. He flattened his tongue and placed it over your quivering hole, and lapped your entrance and all over your clit again. You moaned softly, enjoying him and what he was doing to you, he reached and sunk his fingers into your mouth so you could taste yourself, and once you sucked on his digits and left them clean, he released your mouth and took them towards your pussy to keep torturing you with his fingers. He made your tight walls their home, finding your special spot so fast you gasped when he rubbed it roughly 

He kept fingering you and sucking on your clit until you gave him two more mind blowing orgasms, he had never eaten you out like this and you wondered if he was ever going to get bored of you, right now it didn’t seemed he was 

“Lloyd no more, please” you gasped, as you tried to grab his wrist to event him from entering your pussy again, but he just slapped your hand away 

“Shut the fuck up” and he dove in again, teasing your entrance with his thick fingers as his mustache scratched your clit raw making you squirm, feeling electricity bolts running all over your body. He kept sucking on your clit until you squirted all over his face without a single warning. “That’s it baby, give me everything” he encouraged, he kept rubbing your spot with his index and lapping all your juices, all you had to give him. 

“Lloyd, I’m sorry, I can't,” you cried, hugging his head between your thighs, “please no more, please, I’m yours, I'm yours!” you chanted, you needed to convince him

“My good girl” with one last lazy kiss on your clit, he released you, “You think I don’t hold you enough? I’ll make you warm my cock for the rest of the day” he threatened, “I’m going to hold you so close you will get tired of my fucking presence” he finally released you, leaving you laxed on top of the desk. 

“Lloyd” you called, feeling your eyes incredibly heavy, you wanted to feel asleep right then and there 

As you recuperated and came to your own self, you heard the door opening, you looked up to see a skinny man tattooed all over 

“I’m here for the comission Sir” he said simply, he didn’t seemed to care for the smell of sex in the room, or the fact that you looked throughouly fucked out of your mind.

“Right on time” Lloyd said with a wide smile, “Honey, I hope you have a high tolerance for pain” you looked back at him in fear when you realized the man had a tattoo machine on his hand, and was setting up right next to the desk

“I think you need a constant reminder of who you belong to” 

Two hours later, you were applying cream to your tattoo, that you exhibit over the left side of your ribcage, which read, “Property of Lloyd Hansen”

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[lesvegas]

New Vegas - Now Under New Management!

In 2301, the city of New Vegas had been a raiders’ paradise for nearly twenty years. Backed by an army of robots, a hedonistic courier has rendered the Mojave untouchable by anyone who would take the keys to the city from their cold, dead hands. But it was only a matter of time before someone else aspired to become the new king of the wasteland, and all they had to do was be born within the Strip’s walls.

Chapter 1: Vegas Lights [ao3 link]

Casino floors never had any clocks or windows so the patrons could forget about the illusion of time. It was easier to give away everything you had on games and drinks when you weren’t being reminded of a family or a boss expecting to see you at a certain time. If you were particularly susceptible, you could waste entire days and nights and all your savings on the slot machines until you had nothing to bet but your own life. This was just one of many ways some guys in the old world managed to suck the money out of idiots with disposable income despite starting their businesses in a desert.

They weren’t stupid enough to not take advantage of the view, though. If you already forked over the cash, you could have access to taking up space in a casino hotel’s luxury suite, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. If you don’t look too hard, you can just bask in the glow of the pretty Vegas lights, bright enough that you can forget missing the natural night sky.

I won the lottery by being born in one of these rooms. I’ve never had to pay a cap for anything. I’m not even twenty and I’m already king of the wasteland. And up here in my ivory tower at the top of the Tops, I can only stare forward at the lights for so long. Even a ruler with no responsibilities has to look down at his subjects sometimes, and I’ve been making a habit out of observing the street below.

There were no rich kids wasting daddy’s money or wealthy men and their gold diggers out on the town. There were no small-time vendors selling trinkets and snacks or criers promoting the acts of the week. There were no tourists from the West or lucky locals from Freeside. Hell, there weren’t even any whores flaunting their goods outside of Gomorrah anymore; they were all inside, where it was marginally safer. The Strip was packed, always, but never with anyone that was worth a dime.

It was mostly raiders down there. Worthless fucking raiders. They had to still be raiders; they didn’t actually do anything around here to earn all the caps they spent at the casinos. Not that they had to spend much when Fresno made this place a raider’s paradise.

“You need to open the window when you chain-smoke.”

I didn’t look back at my father. But I did open the window a crack before he could ask me again. The coolness of the night air almost made it possible to ignore the smell of blood, sweat and shit outside. I took a fresh cigarette out of my case sitting on the windowsill, used the last embers of the butt between my fingers to light it, and took a drag. I tossed the useless butt out the window, watching it fall, almost hoping it’d light up one of the palm trees below. Maybe it’d fall and crush some of those Fiends sitting around on the sidewalk, inhaling Jet, blissfully unaware of their inevitable demise. Wishful thinking.

“Wider, please.”

He was reclining on the sofa where he had been for hours, reading a pristine copy of Tales of a Junktown Jerky Vendor again. There was little else for a man like him to do when there was no real work to be done. According to the posters in Vault 21 and some old books I’d read, my father was an ideal man; he was reserved, he prioritized me and his ‘wife’ above all else, he only ever drank or smoked when Fresno did, kept his hair neat and wore a shirt and tie every day, spent most of his free time reading-

“Auguste?”

I shoved the window open all the way. Fine, let the whole room smell like shit, see if I care. If he really preferred the stench of the Strip to the scent of cigarettes, I could keep the window open. Let the sounds pour through, too, all the yelling and obnoxious music. He’d learned to tone out the noise years ago.

I looked back at him over my shoulder when I felt him staring at me. He was sitting up now, holding the napkin he used as a bookmark between his fingers, debating if he was finished reading or not. The room was smokier than I thought, I’ll admit it, but he didn’t need to be on my ass about it. I put my cigarette out. “Happy?”

He slipped the napkin between the pages he was on and closed the book, leaving it in the corner of the coffee table before standing up. His shirt was only slightly wrinkled from lying down and his blond hair was still perfect without any product. If only I was so lucky.

“Is this about Brutus?”

I must have looked real upset just then, because I saw one of the rare instances where my father looked like he actually regretted asking me something. I spoke up before he could even think to apologize.

“Is what about Brutus?” I asked, coming off way more defensive than I wanted to.

“Your…” He paused, trying to find the right word that wouldn’t piss me off. “Mood.”

No, of course I’m not still upset about losing my best friend. He was just some dumb animal I’ve had since my tenth birthday. Just a stupid puppy Fresno gave me with the hope that I’d be so distracted I’d forget my father even existed. God forbid a ten-year-old want his father’s attention sometimes.

“It’s been a week. I’m over it.” I lied, then tried to change the subject before he could pry. “You never complain when Fresno smokes indoors.”

“I’m not Fresno’s father.”

“Obviously. That thing doesn’t have a father.”

I thought I was pretty clever, but he didn’t seem to like my joke very much. I closed my cigarette case and pocketed it before he could come and take it from me. “Am I wrong?” I continued. “Would someone with a decent role model be responsible for this?” I made a sweeping gesture out the window with a splayed hand.

He approached the window, and I stepped aside to let him have a look. There was absolutely nothing new down there that he hadn’t seen, but he seemed to be looking for something anyway. He eventually spoke again without looking at me. “I don’t see why you care about what goes on in the streets. You only go outside to have dinner or catch a show. Your life is confined to suites, bars and casinos. Nothing that happens out there has any relevance to you.”

He took a step back and closed the window half-way. He pulled his sleeve up to check his watch. “You’re as safe and taken care of as any young man can be. Your only concerns are what happens within these walls.” He pointed out, then walked over to the coat rack by the door. I followed him.

“What about you, huh?” I asked. “Did you really come all this way just to be some weirdo’s trophy husband?” “Auguste.” He always spoke more firmly when I talked shit about Fresno. “If you’re so unsatisfied with the state of New Vegas,” He put his coat on. “You’re more than welcome to do with it what you will once you inherit it.”

The idea of this city becoming a monarchy was still bizarre to me. I was basically a prince set to take over once Fresno finally croaked, sure, but it still felt wrong somehow. A city like this shouldn’t really have a ruler. Stars and casino owners, sure, but even a mayor wouldn’t feel right. Maybe I was just too used to the hands-off approach Fresno had taken since before I was born.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I said. “Come on, you told me you left Reno for Vegas. Didn’t you ever have dreams for this place that didn’t involve… this? You said Reno didn’t have opportunities anymore, what with the families, and the, uh…” “The NCR.” “The NCR!” I snapped my fingers. “New Reno had no room for new ideas or new money, that’s what you said. It was all family drama and politics. New Vegas was really new again, a real diamond in the rough, the last real city in the world. You always said you wanted to start something out here, so why are you just letting raiders run it into the ground while you’re wrapped around Fresno’s finger?”

He only buttoned up the bottom two buttons of his coat, and took a look at himself in the mirror by the door. “I didn’t just leave Reno because it lacked financial opportunities. It also lacked any reason for me to stay.” He said. I already knew he didn’t have any family he wanted to tell me about. “I came to Vegas to find a purpose. And, eventually, I found something more important to me than any ambitions I previously had.” “Yeah, that’s real sweet.” I teased. “But seriously, what did you think it’d be like today, twenty years ago? What did you really want before you met Fresno?”

I was so close to getting a real answer out of him, I could just feel it. Something in his eyes seemed to give way as he adjusted his tie, but it was closed off again when the door suddenly opened.

Fresno, my father’s ‘wife’, seemed eager to see him but frowned when they saw me. I don’t think they’ve ever smiled at me. “Oh, I thought you’d be alone in here.” They said to him. “This is our suite.” I pointed out. “We share it. I live here.”

“Whatever.” They said dismissively, then smiled at my father. From the way he’d been checking his watch and the way they were dressed, it was obvious they had a date planned tonight. They had a date planned almost every night, but this one must be a fancy date, because Fresno was wearing a white shirt under their leather jacket. “Dinner and a show downstairs? Or the Ultra-Luxe?” They asked him, leaning in close enough to kiss him. They weren’t wearing lipstick today. “What are you in the mood for, my Valoire?” My father had the audacity to look at me instead. “Would you like t–” “No.” I said firmly. I wasn’t going to be dragged around as a second thought. I had business to attend to, anyway. Before I could give them a look of disgust, I turned around to return to my place at the window, looking down.

Fresno probably wanted to say ‘you weren’t invited, anyway’, but held their tongue. The only thing stopping us from lashing out at each other was the fact that my father seemed to like us both equally. He was very careful not to lean one way or the other unless one of us were obviously in the wrong.

I heard the door open, and a pause before it shut again. It might have been a moment of hesitation. Maybe my father and I would continue our conversation later, maybe we wouldn’t. But I already knew enough to know that any real individuality he had was destroyed years ago. He was devoted to Fresno, they were devoted to him, and neither of them could care less what happened in Vegas. It was all on me to make something of this place. Where a king fails, a prince inherits his mistakes.

I closed the window the rest of the way and got a glimpse at my reflection.

Despite my best efforts, I was the splitting image of my ‘mother’. Oh, I had my father’s strong nose and his bright blue eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. I had Fresno’s complexion, their fiery hair, their strong jaw, their obnoxious freckles, and their weak frame. There was only so much I could do about that, but I made up for it in keeping my hair short and tidy, and only ever wearing suits. Yes, my suits were much flashier than my father’s, but that was warranted in this city. And red was my colour.

I took out my cigarette case and opened it. There were only a couple sticks left. I lit one and saved the last for later as I turned my gaze down to the street again.

One of these bastards shot Brutus, and I was going to return the favour. But it’s been seven days since and I still hadn’t figured out who’d done it. All I really knew for sure is that it wasn’t a Khan; for all their faults, they weren’t stupid enough to pick a fight with me. They had their own home somewhere in the desert and treated Vegas like the attraction it was, for the most part. We were also their biggest buyer next to the Fiends. No, they knew well enough not to fuck with me or my dog.

Honestly, I don’t think it was a Fiend, either. They’re stupid, sure, but there were two types of Fiends: the ones that were fucked up and mellow, and the ones who were fucked up and aggressive. The former occupied the Strip, the latter were in Freeside if they were lucky. If a Fiend was going to attack, they’d do it to my face, not shoot from afar. I can’t imagine they’ve got good aim after taking God knows how much Jet.

Then there were the 80s. They weren’t too common around here, even with Fresno’s affiliation with them. All I ever see them do is act tough and ride those goddamn ‘motor-cycles’ they’re so obsessed with. Loudest fucking things in the wasteland. The second this city is mine, I’m outlawing them for good. Maybe they knew what was coming and wanted to strike first. Maybe I’m overthinking it.

That left the Scorpions, Vipers, and Jackals. A dwindling gang, a cult, and the weirdos that now ran the fanciest casino on the Strip. Not including any individual raiders that weren’t really part of a group. Hell, maybe there was no real motivation behind it; people shot and killed animals for fun all the time. Maybe Brutus and I were just unlucky that night. I don’t fucking know. But I still want the head of the son of a bitch that did it.

I stepped away from the window. I wasn’t gonna make any progress watching ants go by. I figured my father and Fresno had freed up the elevator by now, and so I left the suite to head downstairs. I had my own date at Gomorrah. 

Thanks for reading. Fresno belongs to my partner, @thespiral <3

[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day 11

♡Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: mafia ♡Word Count: 1,338 ♡Warnings: impregnation kink, cheating, penetrative sex with no barrier (duh, babies need to be made!), doggy style, spanking, f and m orgasm, mean dirty talk, creampie, oral (f recieving), fingering, cum play ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Oral Fixation, SMG | Next Day~ Nipple Play, JYH ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland (thank you for the idea, btw) & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

All it took was one overhead conversation between some members of your husband’s gang to give you the bright idea of how you were going to get the babies that you were so desperate for. Your husband, useless bastard that he was, hadn't been able to get you pregnant in the few years that you had been married. The blame would fall to you, because what mafia boss ever finds himself at fault for anything going wrong in his life? So you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

“You!” You pointed a well-manicured finger at a brunet man, who looked really confused as to why you were calling for him.

“You look like you have some muscles. I need you to take the packages from the trunk of my car to the bedroom,” you commanded. When the gang member was slow on moving, exchanging a long look with another member who shrugged his shoulders, you snapped your fingers. “Come on, get a move on!”

The member fished your purchases from the back of the luxury car and began to walk towards your shared bedroom with your husband. Perfect. Once inside, you closed the door firmly behind you. “In the closet, please. I’ll sort through them later.”

The gang member did exactly as instructed and when he came out of your walk-in closet, he looked uneasy. “Will that be everything?” He asked.

You had sat down on your bed, legs crossed, the slit in your skirt revealing your legs. You watched as Yeosang’s eyes traveled from your high heels, up your calves, found where your slit ended and then he met your eyes. “Ma’am?”

“What’s your name?” You inquired instead.

“Yeosang. Kang Yeosang,” he responded. Oh, he had a nice voice, things were looking up. 

“Well, Kang Yeosang, I happened to overhear you complaining to your friends that you’ve been knocking up some of the lovely ladies you’ve been hooking up with.” You smiled, razor sharp and malicious.

Yeosang began to stutter. “Ma’am, I--don’t worry, it’s not like I'm going to ask for more money. Or--”

“Do you like it raw, Yeosang?” You asked next.

Yeosang choked on his own saliva and started to chuckle nervously. “I don’t feel like that’s an appropriate conversation to have with my boss’s wife.”

You uncrossed your legs and left them slightly open, inviting even. “Actually it’s extremely appropriate. You see, I don’t have any children, Yeosang.”

Yeosang nodded his head but it didn’t look like he understood where you were going.

“I want children. Very much so,” You continued.

Yeosang continued to nod his head but began to inch his way to the door.

“My husband is sterile, Yeosang. He’s shooting blanks. Ironic, he’s never missed his mark in the rest of his miserable life,” You scoffed.

“Ma’am, I really gotta go…” Yeosang reached for the door.

“No,” You said in a sing-song voice, “You’re not going anywhere. You have a new duty tonight. That’s to get me pregnant.”

Yeosang gulped loudly and wore an awkward look on his face. “That would get me killed, Ma’am.”

You laughed quietly. “Not if nobody finds out.”

Yeosang’s eyes darkened with lust and his hand left the door. “You’re lucky my very job involves danger. Otherwise, I might be put off. But I happen to find it all that more thrilling that to fuck you might risk my life.”

“I thought you might think that,” You grinned.

There were two positions to have sex in if you want a higher chance of getting pregnant: missionary or doggy style. Missionary was a bit too intimate for your tastes, and besides, this was a fucking after all. So doggy style it was. 

You kept your heels on, as per Yeosang’s request. He ripped through both your pantyhose and your underwear, growling at how wet you were. His hand made a path over your spine, to ball your hair at the nape of your neck and he yanked you upwards. “Are you getting all hot and bothered over the fact that I’m going to get you fat with babies or the fact that you’re cheating on your husband?”

“Oh, both,” You said throatily, “Definitely both.”

You fell back with your hands on the bed, as Yeosang’s hands wrapped around your hips so he could enter you. You groaned as he stretched you. It had been a while since you had a dick like his. Your husband’s wasn’t anything to brag about but Yeosang’s… 

“For what reason do you have to be so goddamn tight?” Yeosang said behind you, teeth gritted, “Fuck.”

“Oh, I’ve been doing my kegels, Yeosang. I want to make sure that I’m prepared to carry this baby.” 

To underline the fact, you clenched down and Yeosang moaned. He slapped your ass, getting carried away in the moment. You whipped your head around to glare at Yeosang over your shoulder. “What was that?”

Yeosang grinned, a shit-eating one if you ever saw one. “Don’t worry, your husband won’t see it later.”

Once Yeosang started to get into the rhythm of things, you started to underestimate how business like this was supposed to be. Your arms folded under you and your face buried itself into the 1000 thread count cotton. It did nothing to muffle your noises of pleasure, however.

"What's wrong, Ma'am?" Yeosang gloated, "My cock that good?"

"Hardly," You spat. This wasn't about a moment of passion.

Yeosang, however, was getting into his role. "Gonna fuck you full of my cum, Lady. Fuck, you feel so good. You cheating whore, I can feel how much you're enjoying this. You keep clenching down the more I talk. You gonna walk around this house, pregnant with my child?" Yeosang chuckled, "Damn, that's cold, even for a mafia wife."

Yeosang was right, you were cold for a mafia wife. You planned on being cut throat for your children, raising them to be much more ambitious and smart than your damn good-for-nothing husband. "Just give me baby, Yeosang, it's all you're gonna be good for."

Yeosang chuckled darkly. “This just might be a repeat, Lady. Who knows if I’ll be successful at getting you pregnant? I just might have to fill you full of my cum again--” Yeosang adjusted his angle so that he had you moaning. “and again” he thrust harder into you making you gasp. “and again.” He came inside of you, deep inside of you, hopefully filling up your womb with all the baby making juice he could. 

You hadn't come but then again, this sex hadn't been about coming, had it? “Careful,” You warned him. “Pull out slowly. Then grab that pillow for me. I need it under my lower back.”

Yeosang, luckily, did exactly as instructed. You laid back on your bed, lower half slightly elevated, panting at the pleasure that you had lost. 

Yeosang was a bit lost in how you looked, however. Your panthoes and underwear were ravaged, sweat clung to your hairline, you looked flushed and a little bit fucked out. You had firmly closed your legs but Yeosang’s strong, big hands pushed them open again. 

You whined a little. “You’re going to drip out if you do that!”

Yeosang’s eyes briefly met yours before going back to your swollen cunt. “It’s fine. I’ll use my fingers to fuck it back into you?”

Your brain couldn't catch up with his words as his upper body positioned itself between your legs. A hesitant lick pulled a loud gasp from your lungs. And just as promised, when you cunt clenched down on nothing, Yeosang easily slipped his fingers back into your aching hole. He licked your clit again, practically eating up your strained gasps. 

“Bet my boss doesn’t eat your pussy out. It looks like you don’t get much out of this relationship, huh, Boss Lady?” Yeosang murmured, fascinated with watching his own cum coat his fingers. 

“N-no-nope,” You stuttered, already bucking your hips up to meet his tongue.

“Well then, allow me this as well,” Yeosang smiled up at you.

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[lokis-army-77]

Andrew nNeiman fluff, him being a dad and putting his daughter to bed and then coming to his wife(reader) and being all cutesy

Sleep tight

Andrew Neiman x female reader

Word Count: 795 (Short and sweet)

The Reader comes home from work and sees her husband asleep with their daughter after reading her a bedtime story.

Warning: None

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I never usually came home late, but today I had. Traffic was worse than it had ever been and my boss at work had dropped two deadlines on me after lunch today. Needless to say, I had to stay a few extra hours and now I was super stressed and wanted nothing more than to see my daughter and husband and then curl into bed. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday or I would be even more on edge. 

The apartment was quiet as I walked through the door, setting my purse on the kitchen counter and kicking my shoes off next to the door. 

“I’m home!” I called out but received no answer. Curiously, I walked out of the kitchen and down the narrow hallway where I saw a sliver of light coming through the crack in my daughter's bedroom door. 

Quietly, I pushed the door open. Andrew was sprawled out on the tiny toddler bed with our daughter cradled in one arm and a book in the opposite hand. She had already fallen asleep, her tiny grip on her plush triceratops loose and mouth wide open with small deep breaths going in and out. Andrew was on his way there too, head, nodding off every so often as he read, not noticing he had gone over the same two sentences three times. 

I smiled, crossing my arms and slowly backing out of the doorway. Waking him up would have startled him and I don’t think I could handle both his and our daughter whining about being woken up at the moment. So, I went to our room at the end of the hall and got ready for bed. 

The shower was hot and, although not exactly what I needed, it helped immensely to ease the tension in my shoulders. I wasn’t in there long, thanks to the shitty water heater going cold after about ten minutes. Then, on to pajamas. The soft fabric of my sleep shorts graced my fingers as I grabbed them from where I had tossed them at the foot of the bed this morning. I tugged them on and immediately began rummaging through the dresser for one of Andrew’s shirts to wear. Ever since we got together in junior year of college and practically moved in together, I had never worn anything else to sleep in, and now, I don’t think I ever will. 

Yawning, I threw the covers of the bed back and snuggled in, shining in relief when my aching feet were finally able to have a rest. It wasn’t long after that, that I started to doze off, only waking when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. 

Opening my eyes only a sliver, I watched as Andrew entered the room and left the door cracked open. My eyes closed again while I listened to him rummaging around the room, trying to be quiet so he didn’t wake me, but he’s never been the most careful person. A laugh left my lips when he accidentally hit one of the symbols of his drumset in the corner of the room. 

“Shit.” I heard him say as he quickly grabbed it, stopping the vibrations. 

“You know,” I spoke up, “I swear you could wake the dead. You are literally the least quiet person ever.” I rolled over to look at him. 

He stared at me with a sheepish smile. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Hun, if I had been, I wouldn’t be now.”

“Sorry.” He dropped into bed, scooting closer to me. His hand came out to hold the side of my face, thumb caressing back and forth. “How was your day?” 

“Shit. Why did you ever let me apply for an office job?” I couldn’t stop my words from coming out in an annoyed grumble. 

“Hey, you were the one who said it was a dream of yours to have a cubical.” He defended.

“Well, I take it back.” 

He only shook his head and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I missed you, and so did Carter.” 

“I know. I tried to make it home before bedtime, but they gave me a ton of paperwork that needs to be submitted by Wednesday next week and I ended up staying overtime. And you know how traffic and the subway can get after work.” 

“You’re here now, and tomorrow is the weekend. So, just close your eyes and get some sleep.”

I did as he said, giggling when he started to pepper kisses all over my face before pressing one last one to my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling close to his warm body and quickly falling asleep to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on The Razor Crest

Summary: Ann (Reader) starts getting into a routine

A/N: Hello lovelies,

As promised here is the next section for the Razor Crest. The story will progress slowly, and it's not going to be a standard progression, it'll be stories that show their relationship moving forward, both learning to deal with their own pain and figuring out how to deal with the past.

Enjoy.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: waking up early (It can be a warning for some), pain from past memories, mentions of plant killing, cleaning, organizing, irritation, annoyance, implied mention of death, I think that's about it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER ONE

The first few days were rough, getting up early was not the issue, it was more teaching my body to go to bed early so I could feel rested. But, when I woke up and looked out the window to see those beautiful mountain ranges, gracing my view, it eased my worries and anxieties. Being here on this ranch was different to all the places I had lived in before, I felt at peace and safe.

Listening to the nunas cluck signalling when to start the day, was a soft reminder that I still had more to give. I wasn’t done yet. 

Each morning, I would make a hot cup of tea and watch the way the soft mist hung in the air, swirling over the ground and around the barn and fence post. It almost seemed as though it was wiping away the pain from my past.

Plus, seeing Grogu’s smiling face every morning, definitely eased my pain. Sometimes, though it  caused more pain seeing how happy of a child Grogu was, I couldn’t help but remember back to a time when I wondered if I ever did have a child, would they have been happy staying in the situation I had found with my ex. 

I’m not sure if Din had seen how being around Grogu had been painful at times, but he asked me to focus on the house for the first two weeks, getting used to the routine, helping me get oriented with the layout of the ranch, understanding the cleaning schedule he devised, as well as organizing the messes Grogu left behind every day, and tending to the garden. 

I found it quite sweet of him to be so caring and patient with me. Very different from any previous boss I had. 

Even when it came to tending the garden, he took the time to make sure I understood how much water each plant needed. His wife had made a diagram when they first started living in the ranch, which made it easy to follow. According to Din she’d gotten fed up with him constantly killing her plants with over or under watering them, so she made him a diagram. It made me smile, and I couldn’t help imagining what sort of person she was. From what little Cobb and Din had told me, I wondered if we would’ve been friends if she was still around. 

Even knowing just that little bit about her, made me saddened I couldn’t have gotten to know her. I could just imagine how sad Din was to have lost his wife. 

The next thing he assigned to me was to organzie the so-called library he had in the living room. It was actually a lot of fun, organizing, labelling, and arranging the books by relevance. I ended up finding a few books that peaked my interest, one book in particular that I decided to start reading was about medicinal herbs. It was quite fascinating to learn how each herb had a unique property to aid in healing, plus it kept my nights busy while I was in my room. 

When Din saw, I spent most of my time hidden away in my room when I wasn’t working or taking of Grogu, he offered to take me into town, he even informed me that Cobb left an open invitation to come pick me up and head into town with me, but I wasn’t ready to deal with small town mentality yet. I knew the minute I stepped in, everyone would know my business and knew I was working for Din, flooding me with either a million questions or stares filled with suspicion. Still, I was hoping that in the next few weeks, I could go in and buy some clothes, but for now reading and the safety of my room has been more than enough.

Din decided last week was the week to start showing me how to start taking care of the animals, making sure the nunas, Bessie, Taika and Misty were fed. Learning how to take care of the horses, apparently they needed a very specific grooming regiment that I had no idea was needed for horses. I was grateful Din decided to ease me into the life of a rancher, because thinking that he had been doing this all by himself for the past few months was overwhelming. Granted he was used to it but still, it was a lot for one person. 

I was enjoying our morning together as I finished up breakfast for the two of them in the kitchen, when Grogu came and sat down at the dinner table. He was adorable. He looked like a mini version of Din, wearing a beige jacket. It wasn’t the first time he wore it, but every time he did, he looked so adorable. I never knew a kid could be so loveable and adorable, I just wanted to hug him to death if that was possible, which of course I would never do. I tried to maintain a respectable distance, I wasn’t his mom, I was just a helper. 

“Grogu, what do you want for lunch tomorrow?”

“Ummm” 

“Why don’t you just make him, the same thing?” 

Din muttered annoyed but her voice, he looked exhausted, his hair was all over the place, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he was miserable. He looked worse for wear.

I hadn’t heard his truck pull in last night, but he did wake me up when I heard him rifling through the kitchen looking for a late night snack. I pulled out a sandwich from the fridge that I made for him in case he did come home late, but that also seemed to irritate him further last night, and it was clear he was still annoyed this morning. 

He still hadn’t been to bed, since he arrived wanting to make sure he saw Grogu off to school. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure why Ann’s presence last night and this morning were irritating him, but she was driving him nuts with her attentive attitude to Grogu. Maybe, it was because he hadn’t gotten much sleep, since he was away from the ranch for the past two days helping another rancher round up their lost sheep after the flock scattered due to wolves attacking. It was unfortunate that two had been lost to the wolves, but the rest had been found relatively unharmed. 

I did my best to ignore his prickly attitude, it only seemed to have gotten worse after he came back. The attitude started the night before he left, when he and Grogu came back to the ranch late after a parent-teacher conference. He didn’t say, but there was clearly something said or done during the meeting that had irked him. 

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Urban Wyatt Instagram AU

*I make preferences from old aus so just keep in mind.*

when I say (girlfromvideo) I’m talking about a girl he was seen with in a video & they had gotten into an argument about it. Idk how to link stuff yet so I’m sorry if I’m confusing you.•

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theshaderoom 🚨 JUST IN 🚨 let us know your thoughts down below 👇🏼

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yourusername I think y’all are bored and in need of a pay day.

yourbestiename Lmao what? Since when? This is news to me.

allabouttheharlows You know Jack must be pissed about this.

jackharlow Ain’t nothing to be mad about, wife and I are good. This is all lies.

yourbestiename This is wild, I’m working on a song with him, y/n is too. So idk how the media turned it into this nonsense. Run me money for putting out fake information.

urbanwyatt At least you and y/bestie/n are good, can’t say the same for me and y/n

yourusername You’re talking out of your ass again 🙄

urbanwyatt Really? That’s why you were seen leaving dudes place.

yourusername I’m not even going to entertain your bullshit right now. The fact that you’re questioning my loyalty says a lot. Thanks for that.

maluma Que? 😂 no pues estoy re-cabron si pude jalar a estas dos duras 🔥

maluma @ urbanwyatt @ jackharlow This is false we’re working on music

jackharlow I know, didn’t even have to question it. We’re good 👍🏼 thanks though.

maluma Y/N si tu novio no te cree pues entonces a qué hacerlo realidad 😉

yourusername Juancho not the time to joke 🤦🏻‍♀️

girlfromvideoname 🤭 I knew this little relationship was going to end sooner or later. Urby come to my place tonight 😉

yourusername Bitch I will fuck you up, I’m not fucking playing anymore. Every time you got some type of shit to say.

urbanwyatt Don’t turn your anger to someone else. You got caught, own that shit. @ girfromvideoname hit my line.

urbanwyatt @ maluma fuck you

maluma Para eso está tu novia 😉 🤤

yourusername Urban I swear to god, fuck you if you go and entertain this bitch.

girlfromvideoname I’ll send you a video of me riding his face. You know, return the favor 😉

druski2funnny Urb if you don’t set this girl straight 🤬

cozane 😬

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@ girlfromvideoname added to their story

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@ urbanwyatt added to their story

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maluma Watching my girl 😉

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princeroyce Juancho 😂💀

austinmahone 💀💀💀

yourbestiename All of you must be looking for a death wish or something. This isn’t the time to be trolling

maluma Mi amor por favor, es solo una broma. El gringo no entiende que y/n no tiene ojos para nadie más?

urbanwyatt You’re just asking to get knocked out.

urbanwyatt @ austinmahone Asking for another black eye from me huh?

yourusername 🤦🏻‍♀️ Men always finding satisfaction when a woman is suffering. All of you are idiots.

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yourusername I’m allowed five minutes of crying, then I’m back to being a boss bitch. Keep trying me, I dare you. Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.

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yourbestiename Te amo bebecita, I’m always here for you 💕

yourusername I love you 😘 thank you for keeping me company this week. Already miss you and the bebecitos.

yourbestiename Say the word and I’ll turn back around.

yourusername I love you for that, but no, you need to go see your man and the babies miss their dad.

druski2funnny Damn sis Urban really fucked up huh if he has you crying on the gram

jackharlow 🤦🏼‍♂️

yourusername 🖕🏻

druski2funnny Sorry I wanted to keep Shit funny. I don’t like how everything is right now.

yourusername You’re good 👍🏼

urbanandy/nupdates Im so sad about this. I wanted you two to be end game so bad

yourusername Shit happens

allabouturbanandy/n So y’all two really broke up? You took down all pictures of him and unfollowed him, but he still follows you and has all the pictures up.

yourusername Nothing on my part.

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urbanwyatt treat her like a queen, her friends think I’m mean as fuck

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allaboutyn The audacity 🥱

urbanwyatt I’m trying here

urbanandynupdates Try harder! You did her dirty with going with that chick

girlfromvideoname 😋😋

urbanwyatt Don’t start unnecessary shit

neelamthadhani You haven’t blocked this girl Urban?

girlfromvideoname Why are you being mean @ neelamthadhani you were the one who hooked me up with his number and address.

yourbestiename Wow

neelamthadhani That was before they started dating. I respected their relationship. Girl don’t bring me into this.

yourusername If one more person tries me, I’m about to fuck them up. I’m done being nice to y’all ungrateful asses.

girlfromvideoname 🤣 you’ve been saying that for the longest but you never pull up.

urbanwyatt Baby, @ yourusername please just let me talk to you in person.

girlfromvideoname 🥱 how are you still going to beg? Let her go she’s not all that anyway. Her music career is a flop, way out of your league.

yourusername Next time I run into you, it’s on sight. I’m getting tired of your shit talking. Urban, learn how to put a leash on your hoes.

girlfromvideoname I’ve been called worst, but how does it feel to know I’m his now?

urbanwyatt 🤦🏼‍♂️ Stop bullshitting. Enough is enough man @ girlfromvideoname

druski2funnny Nah Urb, i want to know, you fucked this girl? Cheated on y/n over gossip?

urbanwyatt No, I was pissed of when I first saw everything. Yes I might have thought about it but I didn’t do it. Not when I realized she wouldn’t do me dirty like that. I fucked up big time.

yourusername A little too late ✌🏼

urbanwyatt y/n I’m sorry

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yourcousinname This was y/n after she beat the fuck out of @ girlfromvideoname 💀 unbothered, queen shit.

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druski2funnny Y/N really said ON SIGHT

cozane That was crazy to watch

yourbestiename 😂 Love to see it. Go best friend, that’s my fucking best friend.

neelamthadhani I need to know everything from the beginning, all I saw was y/n slamming her face against the table 😂

jackharlow We don’t condone violence…

jackharlow but damn

nemoachida Yo I was scared for miss girl. Y/n you rocked her 😱

yourusername 💅🏼

urbanandynupdates WAIT WHAT HAPPENED? Y/N FINALLY BEAT GIRLS ASS? HOW? WHAT FINALLY GOT TO THAT POINT??? TELL ME.

yourcousinname Homegirl pulled up to y/n album listening party, started saying some stuff, she went and sat next to Urban and kissed him. Y/n obviously wasn’t with it so she literally grabbed a fist of girls hair and slammed her whole face against the table, and she just started beating on girl 🤣💀

yourbestiename Are we forgetting the part where she confessed on taking that wanna be story to the shade room? How it was HER ALL ALONG creating this bullshit drama. She had it coming if you ask me, she’s just lucky it was only y/n beating her ass up, I should’ve gotten a few punches in for putting my name out with bullshit. Like how do I get dragged into this drama 🤦🏻‍♀️

druski2funnny Na the part where we all tried breaking them apart, y/n was just throwing punches at everyone who came near them.

yourusername I was cleaning house 😏

y/nupdates So you and Urb back together? Why was he there in the first place

yourusername We have the same friends, I had already send out invites before all the drama went down. I wasn’t going to uninvited him.

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urbanwyatt I know I’m on her shit list and it’s going to take me a long time to make things better between us, and I promise you there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret how I acted. Just wanted to say how proud I am of you, and congratulations on your new album. I love you, always.

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druski2funnny Y/N had to beat up girl so you would stop acting a fool.

urbanwyatt 🤫 She had it coming no?

urbanandynupdates I’m still wondering if you really went and linked up with your side chick

urbanwyatt I did, but it didn’t get into anything.

yourusername 🤨

druski2funnny Let the people know Urb, it’s your time.

urbanwyatt No, I want to talk to her in person not through social media.

cozane Bro she has your number blocked and she hasn’t spoken to you since she beat the shit out of @ girlfromvideoname. Just talk here i guess, mainly because I want to know all the details 💀

yourusername Peor que las mujeres con los chismes 😞 but he’s right, so talk because I’m not doing this in person anytime soon.

urbanwyatt Mami 🥺

yourusername No enough of that shit, you called me out on my name, you doubted me. You know she had an agenda, the fact that you found out it was her who went to the media with that bullshit article and was sending you photoshopped pictures and you believed her, that shit broke me.

yourusername We were solid, we were finally on the right path. For someone who dislikes it when any man gets near me, and vise versa, you really believed I would do you dirty like that? After everything we’ve been through? The no relationship between us, all the sharing and just everything, you think I would fuck up something I wanted from the start? You hurt me.

urbanwyatt I don’t have any excuses, I can’t make up lies. All I can say is that I acted out out of rage and I know it doesn’t make things right.

neelamthadhani I just need everything to go back to normal with all of you

druski2funnny Honestly. I miss the four of you.

allabouttheharlows Four? Wait what does Jack and y/bestie/n say about this drama.

urbanwyatt They decided to stay out of it.

urbanwyatt Y/N can we meet up to talk in private? I’m tired of this back and forth on social media.

yourusername Our spot, ten minutes.

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🤭 So what do we think?

Let me translate what “maluma said”

1 - I must be one bad ass if I was able to pull them both.

2 - Y/N if your boyfriend doesn’t believe you, let’s make it real then.

3- that's what your girlfriend is for

4- My love it’s only a joke, white boy doesn’t understand that y/n has only eyes for him and no one else.

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Bodyguard's touch - Chapter 3

@ladycheesington <3

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, bodyguard Levi, romance, fluff, falling in love, cute, emotional hurt, comfort, protective Levi.

What's in the chapter: Your family do something without telling you causing things to be complicated. You and Levi reveal some of your feelings, but are still holding back. You encounter Roland and things get messy.

AO3 link

Part 4

You gazed at Levi making him blush hard. “How long for?”

Levi looked at his phone. “A few hours.” He smiled and ruffled your hair when saw how sad you looked. “You’re going to miss me, aren’t you?”

“N-No.”

He held your chin and lifted your head. “Don’t lie to me.”

You sighed. “I’ll miss you.”

“Good kitten.” He kissed your forehead and blushed at his own actions. “Be good for me while I’m gone, okay? If you need anything at all just call me.”

You nodded. “Promise.”

“Good.” He released you and moved to the front door. “See you soon.”

You waved sweetly to him. “See you soon!”

Levi blushed as he left you alone. He couldn’t wait to hear you say welcome home and hug him once he returned. He let out a long sigh. “Cute.”

You let out a long sigh and thought about what you could possibly do. You kept thinking about Levi. You adored Levi and he was your life now, but with him not home it felt so empty. You were going to take advantage of him not being home and set up a present for him. You pulled on your apron and got to baking a selection of small treats for him. You were so proud of everything you made for Levi, but then you realised there was an issue. You had no cute box to put it all in.

You pouted and grabbed your coat and dragged it on. You snatched up your bag with your purse and hurried out of the front door. You shot out the front doors and looked at your phone to see where the nearest place was for you to get a cute box for Levi’s treats. You smiled at the directions and looked up just as people started running over with cameras. You looked behind you expecting to see a celebrity, but you were alone.

You turned back and flinched when they shoved cameras in your face and started asking questions. You were confused and a bit scared. You wanted Levi badly and you knew if he was here he would protect you, or probably tell them to piss off, or pick you up and run off with you. You tried to back up, but they had you surrounded. You gulped hard and listened to what they were asking and it was all to do with your family and being the long-lost daughter. You were confused because no one had consulted you about it.

You looked down at a phone shoved in your face and watched an interview that Chester had done with his two kids and wife. You could see the date and it was done this morning. You felt a pit in your stomach form as if they’d planned this all. Levi was gone and they’d to the interview without you. You heard them talk about them finding you out of the goodness of their hearts and taking you into their home. Joy was praised a lot for accepting you into the family. You and your mother were put in a bad light, but it was like backhanded compliments and comments.

You pushed through the crowd. “I’m sorry, but you have the wrong person. I work in the building and have just finished my shift.”

A woman laughed. “You think we’re going to fall for that? They’ve posted a picture of you and your full name.”

You panicked a little. “Oh…oh! Mr Carter! Hello!” As soon as everyone turned to look at where you were looking, you sprinted away from them and slipped through a few side roads to lose them. You slowed down and panted a bit. “Damn it. I need Levi.” You walked slowly through the streets before noticing the old convenient store you worked at. You slipped inside and smiled at your old boss. “Hi, Dennis.”

Dennis opened his arms wide as he said your name. “It’s so good to see you!”

You hurried over and hugged him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He released you. “Last I heard about you, some handsome man handed over your resignation and some money to thank me. What was his name…”

You blushed. “Levi?”

“Yes!”

You smiled. “Levi gave you money?”

He nodded. “Yeah, he said he felt bad about taking a good worker like yourself away. Oh, and for the whole old man pestering you.”

You smiled a little as you thought about Levi. “He’s a good man.”

“What brings you here?”

You walked with him to the counter. “My so-called new family had a meeting and talked about my mother and me. I wasn’t informed of it and I got hounded by paparazzi.”

“Was Levi there to protect you?”

“No, he’d been asked to do something by Mr Carter.” You hugged yourself. “I was alone.”

Dennis shook his head. “I can’t help but think they did this on purpose.”

You crouched down and sat on the floor. “I don’t want to think that, but this kind of…I just…”

He smiled a little. “Maybe you should call Levi.”

“He’s busy.”

“He is your bodyguard.”

You tapped your head against your knees. “I know.”

Dennis smiled. “How about you do a bit of shopping here like normal? I’m sure it’ll take your mind off things.”

You stood up and smiled. “Yes.” You grabbed a basket and went around the shop. “I miss this place.”

“You poor thing.”

You laughed as you walked to the till and paid for everything. “I should head back, I don’t want Levi to worry if he comes home early.”

Dennis smiled. “Do you like him?”

You blushed a little as you thought about Levi. “I do. I really like him. He makes my heart flutter and I just want to kiss him.”

“You should.”

You frowned when your phone went off. “Oh, excuse me.” You pulled your phone out and saw the name of the man you loved. “Levi.”

Dennis smirked. “He’s worried about you and checking on you.”

You blushed and answered. “Hello, Levi.”

Levi said your name. “Where are you? I saw the fucking interview, those shitheads did it without involving you and made you and your mother look like…shit…he probably planned this…I came home early and you’re not here! Where are you? I’m so worried about you.”

“I’m at Dennis’s shop that I used to work at. I was going to the shop, but then I got hounded by the paparazzi and I ran here.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You gripped the phone. “Well, because you’re working and I didn’t want to be a bother.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “Tch, kitten you are adorable. I’m on my way, don’t leave there.”

“Okay. Sorry, I’m bothering you.”

“You’re not, kitten. I told you, I love taking care of you.”

You blushed. “Levi…”

“I have to end the call as I have to drive, stay put.”

“Promise.” You looked at your phone as the call ended. “Mm, he’s so kind.”

Dennis chuckled. “You’re too harsh on yourself. The man will do anything for you.”

You sighed. “He’s my bodyguard, he’s supposed to help me.”

“It’s more than that.” He winked at you. “I can tell when he came here by himself. The way he talked about you…” He let out a long sigh. “Such beautiful love.”

You walked up to the doors and gazed out. “Love…”

“You and I both know you deserve to be showered in love.”

You sighed. “He certainly needs it. He’s been through so much.”

“You could provide that care and comfort.”

You looked over at Dennis. “I would like to.”

He pointed. “You should tell him.”

You turned to see Levi pull up with a loud skid. You felt your heart race as he launched himself out of the car and sprinted over to you. “Levi.”

Levi tackled you into a hug as he said your name. “You’re safe. I was so worried about you.” He cupped your face and smiled as tears filled his eyes. “Thank goodness you’re okay. When I saw the interview, I went right home and you weren’t there I thought the worst.” He let out a long sigh. “I’m glad you stayed put.”

You welled up and hugged Levi. “I’m glad you came.”

Dennis smiled. “You should reward him with a kiss.”

You went bright red and saw Levi had gone red as well. “D-Dennis!”

He hummed a laugh. “You should go home.”

Levi put his arm around you. “He’s right, let’s get you home.”

You nodded and walked with Levi. “Bye Dennis! Thank you.”

Dennis waved. “Bye.” He tapped his lips and smiled making you blush.

You walked to the car and got in. You watched Levi as he put your bags away and climbed in on his side. You smiled over at him as he drove. “So, how was your job?”

Levi gripped the wheel. “Tch, pointless. I don’t know why I was asked to do it, which is why I’m so pissed off about the interview. I don’t know what they’re playing at.”

You released a heavy sigh. “Maybe this was all a mistake.”

Levi quickly glanced over at you. “Joining the family?”

You nodded and hummed in agreement. “The only thing that wasn’t was meeting you.”

Levi chuckled. “Tch, damn it kitten, you’re going to make me blush.”

“Oh, did you see what was in the kitchen?”

Levi frowned. “Uh…no I didn’t…the penthouse smelt good though.”

You let out a long sigh. “Thank goodness. When we get back, you’re not allowed to look!”

He chuckled. “I promise.” He slowed down and saw people waiting outside the entrance to your home. “Tch, scum.” He drove down into the parking spot. “Come on, this place is secure so we should be okay. I’ll get your bags.”

You got out of the car and smiled at Levi as he walked to the lift. You followed close behind him and into the lift. You kept quiet but you could feel tension in the air. You slowly looked up at Levi to see he was blushing. You gasped when he looked down at you. You quickly looked away as your heart raced. You reached up and touched your lips as you thought about kissing him.

Levi called your name and smiled at your cute wide-eyed look. “This is our floor.”

You hurried out and blushed. “S-Sorry, I was thinking.”

“I could tell, kitten. It was cute.” He opened your door and smiled. “In you go.”

“You normally check if it’s safe.”

He hummed. “Yes, but you said I wasn’t allowed to see what was in the kitchen.”

You squeaked and yanked your bags from his hands. “You’re right! No looking!”

Levi leaned against the door and laughed. “So cute.” He took out a cigarette and popped it in his mouth. “Can I smoke?”

“No! You need a clean palate.”

He smiled and put the cigarette back in its case. “Okay.” He hummed a little before looking into the room. “Can I come in now? It’s getting lonely out here and after I saved your cute behind.”

You ran over and pouted. “Don’t be mean.”

“You’re the mean one for making me stay out here.”

You huffed. “You’re teasing me.”

“I am and it’s working.” He leaned closer to you making you gasp. “Kitten.”

You blushed a little. “You know, I can slap you again.”

“That’d be cute.”

You turned and walked away. “Now I don’t want to give you my gifts.”

He closed the door and followed you. “Gifts?”

You let out a long annoyed sigh. “I spent the day baking these with you in mind. I wanted to gift them to you and tell you how I feel about you. I wanted to tell you that I’m falling hard for you. I went out and got a pretty box to put them in. I baked everything to your taste because I adore you so much.”

Levi walked closer. “That so?”

You nodded. “I know you’re my bodyguard but I like you more than that. I have feelings for you. I want to kiss you and hold you all the time. I want to go on dates. I want a future with you.”

Levi cornered you against the counter. “Really?”

You grabbed his shirt and yanked him closer. “I’ve fallen hard for you. I want you and only you. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Call me bratty and selfish, but you’re the only thing I want from this family. I don’t want money or their last name. I only want you.”

Levi went to speak but you crashed your lips against his. He sighed through his nose at how soft your lips were. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his body against yours. He smiled when you moaned at feeling all of him. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You both moaned together as you kissed passionately.

You clung tightly to Levi’s shirt as his hot tongue moved against yours. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was. Your head was mush as his tongue moved perfectly against yours. Your heart was racing in your chest as your body tingled with excitement. You were happy, deeply happy to be kissing a man that you’d adored for weeks now. You wanted Levi and nothing else in your life.

Levi was deeply in love with you and had been for so long. He couldn’t believe he was finally kissing you after thinking about it for so long. You were so soft in his arms and you smelt divine. He thought you were so cute and sweet and your lips were the sweetest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. Levi couldn’t wait to have more of you. He felt drawn to you. You were so soft and as he pushed his hand under your shirt to caress the skin on your back, he thought you were even softer.

You pulled from Levi’s lips and panted. “Levi.”

His cheeks burned when he realised he had his hand up your shirt. He pulled back and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I got a bit handsy.”

You smiled a little. “It’s okay.”

He pulled you against him and kissed you. “Mm, mine.”

You pressed your face against Levi’s chest as you felt a little flustered. “Mine.”

Levi massaged his fingers in your hair. “I need you to know that I am not doing all this because I take care of you and I’m your bodyguard. I’m doing this because I care deeply about you. I like you more than words can describe.”

You tilted your head and kissed him softly. “Levi.”

Levi growled. “Careful, brat.”

You hummed a laugh. “Maybe we should part before things get too heated.”

He released you. “Yes.” He let out a long sigh to calm himself. “Now, about this gift.”

You ran over to the box and offered it to him. “Here.”

He smiled at the cute box and the note. “Thank you. You didn’t have to make me a thing.”

“Well, I wanted to because I like you so much.”

He opened the box and smiled at all the cute baked things inside. “I can’t believe you made all this for me.”

You grinned. “I made it with all the feelings inside me for you.”

He placed the box on the counter. “So, which one is the sex dreams and thoughts about me?”

“That’d be…” You stopped talking as Levi stared at you. “You!”

Levi moved closer to you. “So, you have had those thoughts and dreams, huh?”

“You’re a pervert.”

He hummed in thought. “You’re right, I am. I’m only a pervert when it comes to you though.” He looked over at the baked goods. “So, which one was it?”

You whimpered and pointed. “The cream-filled bun.”

Levi picked up the bun. “Cream filled? I’m learning new things about you.”

You turned away. “I’m leaving!”

Levi followed you as he ate the bun. “Come back here kitten, we need to talk.”

You squealed and ran to the bedroom. “I’m not telling you anything!”

He popped the last bit into his mouth and licked his fingers. “The bun was divine.” He shoved your door open and gazed at you. “Now, tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

You shifted up the bed and mewled. “I’m not talking.”

He climbed onto the bed and sighed. “Nothing at all?”

“You’re not talking.”

Levi crawled towards you with his lips inches from yours. “Kitten, I adore you. There are so many things I want to do with you and to you.” He kissed you and purred against your lips. “For now though, I’ll behave and stop teasing you. I have many delicious things to eat that you sweetly made for me with all the love in your heart.”

You looked away and whined. “You’re a big tease.”

“Yes, because your reactions are adorable.” He flopped onto his side and yanked you against his chest. “Let’s lie here for a while as you relax. I have wound you up too much.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi and nuzzled your face against his chest. “Mm.”

Levi held you for a while before looking down at you to see you’d fallen asleep against him. He shifted down the bed a little so he could look at you. He smiled and felt his heart flutter in delight at how adorable you were. He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth before holding you tightly and falling asleep with you.

You inhaled deeply as your body started waking up. You smiled at hearing the wonderful deep rumbling of Levi’s voice. You sat up and stared over at him as he discussed a hotel room. You frowned a little as you tried to listen in. You blushed when Levi looked over at you. You dropped against the bed and pretended to be asleep. You heard Levi chuckle before ending his call. You held your breath as he moved closer to you. You mewled as the bed dipped and his wonderful scent got closer to you.

Levi nudged his nose against yours. “I know you’re awake. I have to inform you though, sleeping kittens don’t get kisses.”

You opened your eyes and pouted. “I’m awake.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “Good.”

“Is everything okay?”

He sighed. “Yeah, it seems like we need to leave.”

You frowned. “Leave?”

He nodded and lay on his side and propped his head up with his hand. “Mr Carter has called and told me that due to the interview, it backfired on the family and you need to go somewhere to lay low. He said it was Joy’s idea and he’s deeply sorry this has caused a mess for you.”

You lay on your back and stared up at the ceiling. “Mm, okay, but I wanted to work with Erwin to make something for the golden cat snacks.”

“Well, I’m sure you can practice at the hotel.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to run and hide. I want to work.”

“I’m sure I can help you get to and from the tower so you can practice.”

You rolled onto your front and pressed your face against the pillow. “Levi. I don’t know what to do.”

Levi rubbed his hand on your back. “Let’s get to this hotel room set up for us and we’ll go on a date.” He smiled. “Would you like that?”

“Mm.”

Levi got up and packed a bag with a few things. He moved over to you and scooped you up into his arms and carried you. “Hotel time.”

You clung to Levi. “I can walk.”

“I don’t want you to. I like carrying you.”

You sighed. “Okay.”

Levi took you to his car and put you inside. He packed all the bags away and drove out to see a lot of paparazzi outside the building. “Tch, damn scumbags have no life.” He frowned when he saw Roland in a long fashionable trench coat talking to them. He was rather tall compared to them all. “What the fuck is he doing?”

You looked over at Roland to see him look over at your car and hurry straight to you. “He’s coming over.”

Roland knocked on your window and said your name. “Could you give me a ride? This lot won’t let me leave.”

Levi sighed. “I hate this shithead, but it’d look bad if we didn’t.”

You lowered your window a bit. “Hop in, we’ll get you out of here.”

Roland smiled and opened the back door once Levi unlocked it. He climbed in and sighed. “I appreciate it, I really do.”

Levi growled. “Tch, I’m dropping you off somewhere.”

Roland chuckled. “Very protective of your boss, huh?”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see my lovely new sister and talk to her, but it seems that this place is in utter chaos. I didn’t expect an interview my mother wanted to end up like this.”

You glanced back at Roland. “Did you want to talk with me?”

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about my business and see if we could collab on something.”

You shifted in your seat to allow you to look back. “I’ll be honest, Roland, I know nothing about booze and watches.”

He smiled at you. “What a shame. You know what? Why don’t we go to my office and I’ll show you how it all works.”

Levi gripped the wheel. “I need to get her to the secure location.”

“You can do that later.”

“Roland, she needs to get somewhere safe.”

“Are you talking back to me?”

Levi was getting frustrated. “Your father ordered me to keep her safe, so I am doing just that. I have to take her to the hotel.”

Roland laughed. “She’ll be safe with me. Really, Levi, you’re being so immature.”

You gazed at Levi. “Levi.”

Levi looked over at you. “What do you want to do?”

You gulped hard as your mind went blank. You didn’t know what you wanted to do or what was best for you. You’d never experienced anything like this before. “I don’t know. This is all new to me, this life is. I will do what Levi thinks is best.”

Levi smiled a little before glancing back at Roland. “We’re going to the hotel.”

Roland huffed. “So stupid. Well, we can talk and I can show you a few things I suppose.”

You smiled. “Sure thing.”

Levi rolled his eyes and drove to a nice hotel. “I’ll check you in, wait here for a bit until I know it’s safe.”

“Okay. Be safe.”

Roland waited for Levi to get out and walk off before he stole his seat. He shifted in the seat and smiled at you. “Levi has a nice car, huh?”

You gulped hard. “What are you doing?”

He turned to you a little. “Just sitting.” He looked around. “Damn, he took the keys.”

“Maybe he knew you’d try something.”

He laughed. “Like drive away with you?”

“Why are you so interested in me?”

“Maybe because you’re my dad’s only kid?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Roland laughed. “You really think we’re his kids? We look nothing like him. My mother has been having an affair with a rich Swedish man for a while.” He pulled his phone out and showed you the picture. “That’s why Father hunted you down. My sister and I are getting jack shit and you’re getting everything because you’re the real heir. My Mother is frustrated.” He ruffled his blonde hair. “I told her about a plan I have. She should announce the paternity test she had taken on my sister and me. Once we do that, you and I should get married.”

You felt like you were going to vomit. “No, no way. You’re still a brother.”

“Well, my mother can get a divorce.”

You shook your head. “No! You’re my brother still.”

“We are not blood-related.”

You undid your belt. “It’s wrong.”

He sighed. “You’re overreacting.” He leaned over to you. “Let’s just kiss and see how we feel.”

You pushed him back by the shoulders. “Get away from me!”

“Just one kiss, come on!” He laughed. “It’ll be fun.”

“Stop it!”

Levi yanked the door open and dragged Roland out by the back of his coat. He threw him to the floor and punched him. “Keep your fucking hands off her!”

You shivered. “Levi, he tried to kiss me. He said we weren’t related. He wants to marry me.”

Levi flinched. “He told you the Carter secret?”

You stared at Levi. “Wait, he’s not my brother?”

“By blood? No. Heather isn’t your sister by blood either. However, they are still your brother and sister due to marriage.” He glared at Roland. “You sick fuck!”

Roland wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “I was joking.” He got up and sighed. “Like I’d actually marry her and fuck her. Come on.” He clicked his neck. “I’m not into that weird fucking your fake sister shit.”

“A joke?”

“Yeah, it was just a joke.”

“You’re shit at jokes because no one is fucking laughing.”

Roland sighed. “You two are boring, that’s why.”

You got out of the car and stood by Levi. “So, you think attempting to kiss your sister and talk about marriage is funny?”

“My friends would have laughed.”

Levi growled. “You have shit friends.”

Roland let out a long sigh. “I have offended you both.”

“Yeah, you fucking have.”

“Forgive me. I suppose it was in poor taste. You are new to me and I was joking as if we have known each other for years.” He bowed deeply. “Forgive me. I am deeply sorry.”

Levi sighed. “You’re only sorry because people reacted badly. If we would have laughed it would have been all fine. It’s like people being sorry only because they were caught. I am sure as shit if I hadn’t come back yet you would have kissed her.”

“Levi?” All of you looked to see Mr Carter had arrived with two bodyguards. “What is going on and why is Roland bleeding?”

“He’s just told your daughter they’re not related and suggested marriage and kissing.”

Roland put his hands up. “Father, please, I was just joking!”

Chester walked up to Roland and whispered in his ear causing Roland to go white as a sheet. “Now get in my car and I’ll deal with you later.” Chester huffed a sigh before approaching you. “I am sorry for Roland. He is my son because I raised him, but by blood, he isn’t. Now, I would strongly prefer that this information does not get out to the public. If anyone found out that the two children I was supposed to have with Joy are not mine, it could ruin us and open up a can of worms. When one scandal is discovered, others come out. Keep this quiet.”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

His serious gaze washed away and was replaced with a kind smile. “Good. Now, I am sorry about that interview. My wife surprised us with it all. She didn’t want to be painted in a bad light. When a rich man has an affair, they’re not painted in a bad light but the wife and the mistress. I was the one who made the bad choice and I should be punished. It was a mistake and I will pay for it.” He sighed. “Anyway, you should be comfy in this hotel with Levi. Do not hesitate in calling me, okay?”

You lowered your head. “Mm, yes.”

He frowned when you walked away to the lift to go to your room. “Is something wrong?”

Levi clenched his fist. “You said you made a bad choice and a mistake. That so-called bad choice and mistake gave her life. It came across as she was bad and she was a mistake.”

Chester stared at you as you waited by the lift for Levi. “Speaking as a company holder that needs to keep a reputation, she is both bad and a mistake. Her mother should have gotten rid of her. However, I am happy that she didn’t. She is my only child.”

Levi was pissed, but he held his tongue. “Yes, sir. Do you need me for anything?”

“No, I just came to check on her. I was planning to have a drink with her, but it seems my idiot son needs to be disciplined.” He turned and sighed. “Take care of her.”

Levi hummed. “Yes, sir.” He watched his boss leave before returning to you. “You okay?”

You pressed the lift button. “No, and yes. It’s fucked up, but I’m not surprised. I saw Roland a lot in the news before I was pulled into the family. He’s nothing but trouble.” You walked into the lift. “I’m also not surprised about what Chester said about me and my mother, but hearing it in person fucking sucks.”

“I don’t think you’re bad or a mistake. I’m fucking glad you were born.”

You cuddled up to Levi. “Me too.”

He smiled and led you out of the lift to the room. He used the card for the door and let you check the room out. “I’ve unpacked everything.”

You flopped on the sofa. “You’re the best.”

He pulled his blazer off and sighed as he relaxed. “You’re too kind.”

You knelt up and sighed. “What did he want?”

“He was going to have a chat with you about everything, but Roland took priority.” He sat on the sofa next to you as he pulled his tie down with one hand. “I think you should focus on what you want to do.”

You nodded. “Like baking and finding things to add to the golden cat snacks.”

He reached over and cupped the back of your head. “And possibly kissing me?”

You leaned over and kissed him. “Yes, and kissing you.”

Levi sat sideways on the sofa and pulled you against him as his tongue pushed into your mouth. He hummed in delight as you clung to him and straddled him. Levi smiled when you pulled from his lips and just hugged him. He rubbed your back and understood very well the emotions you were feeling. He kissed the side of your head and just held you until you were okay. He was going to be there for you no matter what.