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mannaima · 1 year

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Literally literally literally just Joel and like desperate sex. Like he is crushing you (Me? All of us? Idk) trying to hold you closer and drive himself in deeper. I’ll die. I’ll die.

Hold me close.

Summary: An odd friendship turned into something deeper…

Warnings: NSFW, smut, female! reader, dub-con(ish)(reader is just a little unsure at first but def has some horniness for joel), age gap (reader is mid20s, Joel is mid 50s) L-bombs being dropped, general pervy vibes from Joel, Joels a little ooc (much friendlier…)

Word count: 4.1K

Authors note: hhhhhhh thinking of a clingy sex depraved Joel is giving me like. Brain rot. SO so hot.

Your eyes fluttered open, waking up in a small dingy bed in a semi-clean place you called home. You never truly felt like it was home, just a place to sleep in and avoid the terrible people. You admit, you were dramatic, but after too many encounters with sickos who befriended you, only to steal what little you had on your back, maybe you had a reason too. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror. What was to be said about the life you lived? Wake up, work an odd job, come home, and sleep. You didn’t even have the solace of a stiff drink after a hard day of labor, no, long gone were the days of luxuries such as that. You could spend two days of ration cards on a ciggie, but you’d be left starving with a short-lived relief from life. You just sighed, and brought yourself to your small collection of clothing.

You moved in auto-pilot, hovering from place to place in your home, nothing ever changed. Slipping on the final piece of your “uniform,” as you liked to call it, you walked out the door into the outside world. It was gloomy, it usually was, but that was all you had to say about the world beyond your empty walls. You didn’t care what job you got, just the one that paid the highest. After lining up among the bodies of soulless wage slaves you paid no mind to, you finally received your assignment. Body burning. Despite the persona you had made of yourself, you still cried after seeing the bodies of the lifeless. Potential. Just gone. You walked to the job site.

Watching your feet hit the gravel in a pattern, you suddenly felt yourself stopped, you had bumped into something, or rather- someone.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Your voice was meek, unaware of the danger that lay in front of you. Could be a crazy person looking for a problem, or someone on a power trip. The universe was merciful to you today.

“It’s alright.” A deep voice with a slight southern drawl, you had looked up for a second, but all you saw was the back of a much larger man, he paid no mind to you. You sighed under your breath, in relief, and moved around him, just to avoid another mishap. The “conversation,” if one could call it that, was already doing a strain on your head.

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The job site was filled with people, all with an emotionless expression. Work just wasn’t anything to smile about. Especially the matter you were dealing with. You had to ‘partner’ up with someone essentially, both taking out bodies to put into the pit of fire. As the trucks of bodies arrived, a man stood next to you, signaling you two were together. You looked at him. Same color shirt as the man who you bumped into. Same height. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Thoughts swirled in your head, you hoped he didn’t recognize you. Of course he wouldn’t, he didn’t even look back at you!

Putting the bodies in the pit was no easy task, it took a heavy amount of strength, which you were thankful to have. Despite helping each other throw the bodies, you shared no words with each other, for hours. Body after body, the work didn’t seem to stop, sweat began to bead upon your forehead.

“Here.” The man sharing the truck with you held out a handkerchief. Despite his semi-dirty appearance, the rag was decently clean. You took his peace offering, and gave him a nod, and wiped your forehead with it, allowing you to feel much cleaner than before. You held it back out for him to take, but he shook his head.

“Keep it.” Again, you nodded. But a voice in your head told you to thank him properly, you were quiet, but you weren’t a bitch.

“Thank you.” Now it was his turn to nod at you, and you both continued your work. But this time, after maybe a few minutes, you decided to talk to him again. You just wanted to be polite, is all.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You internally scoffed, working for over a few hours and you barely got to even greet one another.

“Joel. You as well.” You gave him a small smile while lunging the body into the flames. He gave you a look for a second, before sharing the sentiment, just barely.

“For such a small girl, you’re doing such a difficult job.”

“Well, we all have our strengths. I just happen to be blessed with a dad that made me do push ups at age four.” You let out a small giggle, to which he gave you a chuckle.

“Really? Well I guess those paid off, you’re doing better than my last partner.” You let out another small laugh, followed by a meek ‘thank you.’ A booming voice had let you know that the job was done, which meant you had to go collect your ration cards. Wiping your hands on your jeans, you walked over to the line of people. Joel had followed you on your tail.

“Got any plans tonight?” Joel stood right next to you in line, you felt so small compared to him. You awkwardly shook your head no, looking right into his eyes.

“Just another day of work and sleep.” He hummed at this, and you felt the tension in the air in the silent minutes you waited. Receiving your ration cards, you finally trailed back to your so-called home. You decided you needed some food in your stomach, so you trailed around the market, hoping for something to catch your eye.

“Thought you didn’t have any plans.” A deep voice came from your left, and your eyes trailed up the large man.

“Got hungry. Sorry.”

“Don't apologize.” Nodding at him, you continued to look around for food, and you finally decided. Joel was still at your side, it was slightly creepy, the way he just peered at you. You had assumed a man like him probably had a wife, but now, not so much.

“Can I help you with anything?” You tried to make that sound as polite as possible, not wanting to hurt the sweet yet slightly scary man. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.

“No.” And with that, he turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction. You were confused, nevertheless you still tracked your way home, you just wanted some calmness before you slept. Tommorows another day.

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You got as much sleep as one could in these conditions, but yet, you felt unnerved by some unforeseen force. You brushed it off, you blamed it on just missing life before it all. Sighing, you began your routine once more. This time, however, you took notice of Joel’s handkerchief he had given you. You smiled a bit, before placing it around your head as you would a sweatband. You felt a small semblance of normality, maybe even a little bit more confidence. You shrugged at your reflection, and walked out into the world once more. You took no more than a few steps before you saw a familiar face. Despite your brain saying no, you decided, why not give people another chance?

“Hi Joel. Funny seeing you.” You said, walking up next to him.

“Likewise. Like the hair thing going on.” He pointed to your makeshift headband, to which you gave a small grin.

“I have you to thank for this.” As you reached job assignments, you engaged in more small talk. You mostly talked about how life treated you currently, and that subject dried up quickly. After receiving the same job assignment, you both walked to the site once more.

“So, any friends worth chatting about.” He was such an old guy, you still appreciated the sentiment with trying to stay “hip.”

“Ah. No, sadly. Too many people fucked me over, friends are a luxury in this life.” Your arms lugged over the body into the pit.

“Oh trust me, I know all about that. But you’re so young, you should be making experiences, lord knows I needed those in my youth.” You let out a small ‘ha,’ amused by his words.

“I wish it was that easy. But I kind of enjoy the quiet life of being a loner. Having no friends is too peaceful to give up.” Another dropped body.

“That's not completely true,” You looked up to see him staring at you.

“You got one right here.” He gave you a small grin.

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And a friend he was. For the past few weeks, he always checked up on you, asking if you slept well, you ate well, and if you were ready to work. You both got the same job assignments, and depending on the job, you both talked throughout the entire shift. Finally happy to have a genuine friend, someone who was scary yet kind in moments. His stoic face brought a shiver down your spine, but it seemed like he always had a small smile while talking to you. Your friendship lasted within the work days, as you both parted ways after your shift was over, thankfully for you. You enjoyed your peace, which he gladly understood, though not today.

“Hey, Y/N?” You looked at him, mid drink of your canteen or whatever, you nodded in acknowledgement.

“Wanna come over tonight?” Simple and blunt, no offer of dinner, cigarettes or whatever moonshine brew people made these days. Just a simple offer to hang out. You smiled, it felt real, it made you trust him just a little bit more.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” What was one night with a friend instead of rotting in your room. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

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Work was over as quick as it began, allowing you and Joel to walk to his home before the sun had set. He led the way, talking of ‘business’ being spewed, but you didn’t really pay mind to it.

“Well. Home sweet home.” You took in the room around you. It was nothing special. Similar to yours, but slightly bigger and more lived in. It felt good to have a little change in your life.

“Nice.” The air smelt of him, manly and comforting. He sat you down on the edge of his bed, despite the table in the corner, but you assumed he wanted to sit on something soft after a long day of work. He sat next to you.

“You know, it surprised me when you said you didn’t have friends, surely someone as beautiful as you would have made a couple peers.” You froze at the word ‘beautiful.’ He had never complimented your looks before, and you didn’t know whether to blush or cringe, but you remembered this man had more than twenty years on you, surely he meant it in a way you would call a stranger pretty.

“Well, I did have a few. They just didn’t turn out well.”

“How so?” He questioned, moving slightly closer.

“Well, I had joined a group of people around my age, all super chill but seemed more interested in spending all their ration cards on pills and cigs,” His eyes flashed away for a second, but turned back to you “One day two girls invited me to a hang out session between all of us, but when I approached the meeting spot, they jumped me. Stole everything I had on my person, including a necklace that my father gave me. Gave me a black eye and a busted lip. Fought like hell tho, it wasn't fair they had a knife.” You gave a small chuckle, thinking about the whole ordeal again. A few moments of silence lingered in the air.

“I’m. I’m sorry for prying.” You shook your hands at him, face panicked.

“No, no, no! Sorry, I got all deep for no reason. Don’t apologize.” He gave you a look, another look like he wanted to say so much, but he didn’t. He let the room stay silent before putting his hand on your thigh.

“I’m sorry. Just know I would never treat you like that, sweetheart.” His thumb slowly rubbed against your thigh, your eyes nervously staring at him. He quickly removed his hand and began talking about the fights he used to get in ‘at his youth’ which didn’t fail to make you laugh. Despite the age gap between you two, you felt so comfortable in talking to him like a gossiping girl with her girlfriends.

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Hours had passed, the laughter of both of yours filling the room. Your life was depressing, but Joel managed to be a small glimmer in your dark life. You looked outside, it was pitch black now, which made a realization dawn upon you.

“Oh no. It’s past curfew.” A quick check at a wall clock confirmed this, which made you groan.

“Ah, I’m so sorry. I should’ve reminded you.” He patted your back as you hunched over, your hands covering your cheeks.

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve been more responsible and kept track. I don’t suppose I could trouble you to sleep here?” You glanced up at him, his arm still around you, rubbing circles into your back.

“Of course, I wouldn’t just let you go back out there to fend for yourself.” You smiled at his kindness.

“Do you want to change? Or- Uh. I think I have a t-shirt in here somewhere…” He shot up from his spot on the bed to rummage around his drawers, and he pulled out a tee, perfect size for him, large for you. You thanked him and you walked to the bathroom to change.

You realized the shirt went down past your thighs, which meant pants weren’t necessary. I mean, you didn’t think it was so wrong to just wear panties under the shirt. What did he expect, giving you nothing but a shirt? It was like a night gown at this point, so you didn’t mind. You folded your clothing and walked back into his bedroom. He looked at you with a small change in his expression, his eyes slightly wider.

“I’ll um, set up the floor for me.” He began to move a blanket off the bed. You shook your head at him.

“No, Joel! You’ve already allowed me to sleep over, I can’t make you sleep on the floor in your own home. I’ll take the floor.”

“I can’t do that to a lady, it’s no trouble at all sweetie.” You stood your ground and refused to let him take a pillow from his bed.

“Well I guess we’ll share the bed.” He said, as a matter of fact. You didn’t really think this through, but you nodded, you needed the warmth anyways. It was late and the air was crisp, even inside. You gulped as you settled into bed, Joel leaving to go change in the bathroom as well. Your eyes nervously darted around the room when he came out wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants, no shirt at all. Despite being much older, he was still very fit and toned. It made your cheeks hot at how well he looked. But you shook your head, he was just a friend. A sweet friend. You can’t think of him like that.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight.” You were so in your head that you barely realized he had already gotten under the sheets next to you, inches away from each other's bodies. You nodded and looked at him, his face barely lit by the small light coming from the outside, his usually sharp features became much softer in the dim lighting.

“Goodnight Joel, thank you again.” Your voice was barely a whisper, your body snuggling under the warm sheets, shifting to face away from him. Your eyes began to feel heavy as you drifted off to dreamland, your mind going blank.

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Your eyes shot open, it was still dark in the room however, meaning dawn had not come yet. Your mouth dry and your body heavy, you felt very off, but nothing that would awaken you from your slumber, what made you wake-

“Oh fuck…” You heard a quiet yet deep groan behind you, right behind your head. You froze, unsure whether to move or not. It only took a few seconds to realize the warmth near your pussy, how had you not felt it earlier?! Your eyes were wide as you felt a warm length press between the fat of your thighs, back and forth in a slow thrusting movement. He was fucking your thighs.

“Mmmmm fuck.” Another groan, this time he seemed to try and quiet himself down, his cock still being pushed between your legs, the occasional shock went through your body as you felt him rub against your pussy. You were unsure what to do about this, you definitely couldn’t just fall back asleep, and you weren’t sure how to deal with the awkwardness of moving away from him. You kept as still as you could, trying to keep your breathing regulated.

His hands suddenly snaked his way to your hips, a firm grip was attached to them as he thrusted between your thighs much harder. He once again groaned, but this time it was followed by small whimpers, a likely attempt to keep himself quiet. You then felt hairs poking your neck, his stubble rubbing against you as he buried his face into the nape of your neck. He had to have known you were awake at this point, his cock was rubbing against you at a much faster pace now. You had no idea what to do, so you just swallowed your nervousness and went with your gut.

“J-Joel? What are you doing?” He froze at your words, immediately stopping his thrusts against you. You heard an audible gulp, his warm hands not moving an inch however. He said nothing, for a few minutes or seconds, you couldn’t tell, the awkward feeling making time stop almost. As you were about to shift away, he grabbed your shoulder and pressed you down, your back bare on the mattress. He was hovering over you now, you could see the desperation in his eyes, his chest moving up and down with his heavy breathing. You didn’t know what to do, you just stared at him with glossy eyes. The tension was broken by his sudden movements to place a rough kiss upon your lips. His tongue slipped in as your mouth was wide open from shock, his hands cupping your cheek. The heat you felt coming off him was like no other, and his tongue roughly moved around yours, a small whimper being moaned out by you, due to the man handling.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you…” He pulled away momentarily to begin kissing upon your neck, your eyes rolling back.

“Joel… S-stop…” You moaned out, your hands pushing against his bare chest.

“You don’t mean that sweetheart.” He said, matter of factly, his deep voice making your knees weak. You shook your head, but his tongue working against your neck made you so vulnerable, you couldn’t resist him.

“J-Joel, no, please. We can’t- I can’t.” You begged against him, but he ignored you and continued to grope your body while licking upon your neck. You felt so hot, his hands were so large against your body, you wanted to resist but your body couldn’t. He sat up, his whole body on display for you, and as your eyes trailed down his toned body, you couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his sweatpants.

“See what you do to me sweetheart? This is all because of you.” His large hands moved it over the pants, making you whimper, the sheer size of it was eye widening. He pulled the pants slightly down, revealing it in all its glory. It bounced up, and it began to leak precum as it twitched.

“Come here.” He pulled your leg, allowing them to be around his own, his cock lined over your pussy, the size of it reaching past your belly button, you gulped. He slapped it a few times over your lower belly, which made you whimper. He slowly pulled down your panties, throwing it to the side once they were off.

“You’re so fucking cute. You don’t know how long I wanted to have this, baby.” His voice was filled with desperation, and he held your hips as he positioned himself at the entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, the tightness gripping him, pain surging through you.

“W-wait. Joel-” He suddenly pushed into you all at once, a loud scream being let through you, to which he quickly covered your mouth with his hand. He held your waist and lifted you up, forcing you to slump over his chest. You whimpered under his hand, the pain of his cock made you feel like you were being ripped open. He suddenly began to bounce you on him, muffled moans and pained groans of yours filling his ears. He was so strong, lifting up your body weight with one hand, allowing your pussy to engulf his cock with such a grip. His throat was letting out groans, his eyes so focused on your tits bouncing through the t-shirt.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” You nodded, your eyes lidded as he slowly began to move his hand away from your lips, a trail of drool following it.

“That’s it. Take it baby.” Both his hands were now guiding you against his length, making you moan into the cold room, pleasure overcoming the pain. You felt euphoric, you haven’t had pleasure like this in so long– maybe even ever. His arms began to snake around you, wrapping around your whole body as he basically hugged you, allowing him to better thrust you into his cock. He pushed you up and down faster and faster– until you could barely take it.

“Joel. J-Joel! Slow down a bit please-” You let out a loud moan, he kept squeezing you against his chest as he thrust into you, he then pushed you on the sheets and kept you in his embrace.

“Sorry love, I just can’t get enough of you. I fuckin’ love the way you feel around me.” He breathed into your neck as he jackhammered you, the bed creaking with the harsh movement of his hips. The mixture of both your moans, he definitely wasn’t afraid to show how much you made him lose control, his hands squeezing you close to his chest, your eyes staring into each other.

“I love you so fucking much sweetheart.” You were shocked, but the build up of pleasure was too much for your brain to handle, you didn’t even give another thought to your next words.

“I love you too Joel.” You said between moans and deep breaths– it wasn’t long before you felt so close to the edge. You muttered small ‘fuck’s and ‘i love you’s as you came around him, your moans being muffled by his lips on yours, his hips suddenly stopping as he pulled out and came on your stomach. He groaned as each drop of cum left his cock, the constant twitching aligning with his soft groans. You opened your eyes as both of your orgasms had gone, his eyes slowly opening as well, his lips slowly leaving yours. You both stayed in this position, his body draped over yours, eyes staring at one other with so much love.

After a few minutes of this, he leaned over to pick up a small rag to wipe your stomach. You let out a giggle, the feeling of it rubbing against it was very ticklish. He kept looking at you, with that look on his face that he gave you when he wanted to say something. You decided to break the ice.

“Something on your mind Joel?” You sat up and leaned your head against his sweaty chest.

“Did. Did you really mean what you said? You know…” He was nervous, you wanted to laugh a little. How could a man who killed people and looked like he hated the world, be so nervous around someone like you. You nodded your head.

“Of course Joel.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #dark! joel miller x reader #joel miller the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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antonsgf · 7 months

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okay now walk with me…

i'm thinking about bf!anton :))

you see everyone thinks he's all soft + baby from first glance, but this dude is an alleged aries stellium !! a.k.a. lots of mars energy ( i'll elaborate on this on another post...)

like he may be quiet but I'm sure his aries shows in different ways

like imagine his arm around your waist uhhhhh and he places his hand under your shirt to grip for that extra umph

he does that when y'all are hanging out casually around friends or his members

it's because he's a little possessive protective :33

and the boys would definitely make a big (funny) deal about it, lots of ohhhs :00 !! and "wow look at him" !!

let him hold you !! he's 6'1 like he loooooooves to wrap his arms around you whether it's cuddling, back hugs, or he's having a bad day

he needs you in his arms !! that's it !!

also going on late night swims at the lake or pool !!

y'all would jump in together and swim up to the surface for a smooch (or two)

okay soft stans don't jump me but like skinny dipping is a thing that could happen too hhhhhhh

like imagine looking at the water droplets cascading down his arms and chest !! oh my ahsfjbsdhgfhidlbgi !!!!

anyways SAJBDJSIBDSJ bf!anton would make you playlists

they can span from being intentional to little random playlists based on vibes like "songs that remind me of you :)"

of course you make him playlists too !! he takes y'all's blend on spotify very seriously !!

also don't feel embarrassed abt your music because this guy has TASTE !!! he'll listen to anything and everything at least once !!

and if y'all like the same artist, I can see him wanting to musically discuss their project and debrief about the specifics

watching his eyes sparkle and his smile beam in wonder while he gives his hot takes because anton is indeed a music bro :))

i wouldn't be surprised if he watches anthony fantano lmaooo

sometimes he gets into the nitty gritty of producer talk and you may have no idea what he's talking about but you don't mind

especially if it's one of the things he's interested in !! his voice makes you feel warm and fuzzy !! you can listen to his voice for hours :))

bf!anton would also have you sit with him during his independent studio time !! and when I say sitting with him, i mean sitting on him

his lap specifically !! chest facing his and your face in the crook of his neck !!

sometimes he works for HOURS while producing and composing, and he checks up on you during said hours because he feels bad

but !! he quickly makes up for it by ordering food and offering piggyback rides because you're eepy !! and he thinks you're cute !

hmmm might have to do a part 2 !! because I have so many thoughts about anton lmao let me know what y'all think !!

♡ kimmia ♡

#riize #anton #riize headcanons #riize imagines #kimmia’s world

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isaut · 3 months

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Diluc feeling shy and troubled over his perverted thoughts for you lakdjfjfh i cant decide if it would sooner drive him away from you out of shame (making the yearning even worse) or if he’d suddenly be wanting to confess to you out of feeling like it’s the gentlemanly thing to do even though he wants you carnally HHHHHHH

it could certainly go both ways....

diluc drags his hands over his face. he debates spilling his inkpot over his journal to erase all the thoughts he just spilled out on the page. each pen stroke was something more debauched than the last. it had started off innocent enough. started off like every other journal entry, with today's date and the recount of his day. breakfast, lunch, ride to angel's share. then you had entered.

he must ask you to stop wearing corsets that tight. that press your chest up so it bounces with every step you take. your lyre rests against the soft tissue and it makes diluc over pour.

he must ask you where you get your perfume so he can buy you as many bottles as you want. he must ask you to stop wearing your perfume, because it fills his senses and he wants to sniff you like a dog to ingrain the scent in his mind.

he must ask you to stop moving closer to patrons. they look too long at you, and it makes him want to wrap and arm around you and protect you from their lustful gazes, to press you up against a wall and kiss you until he's breathless. the only lustful gaze you should be under is his own.

he gets lost, here. because he doesn't know where he wants to ravage you. is it on the bar top, so no one ever glances your way again? is it in the cellar, so your skin is cold and your nipples are hard? do you bruise easily? would you let him press his face against your breasts for hours and all but latch onto your nipples?

no. he needs to ravage you in the safety of the manor. he has to keep you away from lustful gazes, he needs to remind himself. he needs to remind you that you're his. you're his pretty little bard with a voice like the angels and the body of a succubus.

maybe you'll be the one ravaging him. maybe he'll confess, offer to walk you back to your apartment and admit he dreams of you. maybe you'll push him against the hallway, grab his coat by the lapels and pull him in for a kiss. maybe your kisses would be as lust filled as his own. maybe your hands are flying to his buckle before his can even begin with the strings of your corset.

he wonders if the rest of your body bounces the same way your breasts do. he wonders if when he thrusts inside you how you'll cry out: high pitched? low? surprised? relieved? relieved as he is to be buried inside you?

when he has you on your stomach will you grab the headboard? the pillows? reach between your thighs to feel where he's perfectly melded into you? he has to take you in his bed, it's the only place you're worthy of. no counter, no cellar. maybe he'll light the fire, have you sweat all over so he can lap it up.

lick stripes up your sweat-slicked skin, salty and sweet. lap between your legs, nip at the swell of your thigh, lap up the mixture of yours and his juices swirling together, leaking from your fluttering hole.

the inkpot seems poised, ready to be spilt. diluc lets his eyes glaze over the words one last time, and takes a deep breath. he wishes it was your essence he was breathing in, not the wood of the winery. one of his big, scarred hands reaches to adjust himself in his pants.

he ought to confess to you.

or start journaling in his night clothes.

#mailbox💌#by ophelia #diluc x reader #SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY !!!!!!#kissing u

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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Can you imagine during archon war we were like the most scariest, powerful god in it?

The Harbinger of Death, goddess of lost war, brutalz bloody battles, plaques and hunger (anything to do with war basically that happens during and after that's not glorified) so the archon war is causing them to become even more powerful.

Being known as merciless God who kills anyone in their way causes weaker god's to be terrified but at the same, some brave souls seek protection. And surprisingly they get it, because reader is a softie.

Morax in turn is desperate for some allies. Due to him gaining the geo gnosis, he put a massive cross on his back. He has guizhong and osail, but it's not enough to protect his people.

So he comes up with a plan to court the worst possible option - the most powerful bloody god that celestia was considering to become the god of death (because with amount of death in the war, death domain needed someone to look over it)

It doesn't help that he had a massive crush after meeting us on the battlefield and seeing how we help our wounded soldiers and being good leader and deity.

So starts the awkward tries of more rough around the edges, young and hormonal Morax to court us, while ozial and guizhong are trying to change his mind.

slfkslfks holy shit i- never thought about this concept but hhhhhhh

help this turned into a fic before i realized-

ps. not proofread, this is literally word vomit and i haven't reread it yet cause my lunch break's over lsdjflskd

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

you're the god of war, known for your merciless nature and prowess in battle. you're offered the finest wine, battle armors of the fallen, the biggest livestock. each year a hunting competition is celebrated across your nation, with many people joining in to prove themselves to you, a chance for them to show their loyalty and perhaps be granted your blessings in return.

you feed from the hopelessness in your enemies' eyes, the tear of their battle wills, the blood spilled upon your people's weapons. you are the definition of fear and morbid, and your people hold an equal amount of respect and fear towards you. the gods fear you and scorn you but they're afraid to cross your path because they know you're perfectly capable to crush them under your feet if you so desire.

but what most fail to realize is that although you are the personification of ruin itself, you're secretly drawn to everything that's on the opposite spectrum of your nature, but you're so afraid to indulge yourself because what can your battle-scarred hands do besides destroying everything they touch? they don't realize that your fierceness stems from your wish to protect your people. they don't realize that you wish for a company, someone strong enough to stand by your side, someone who wouldn't crumble from your fierceness yet treasures your weaknesses, someone whom you can trust wholeheartedly without fearing that you might get stabbed on your back the moment you let your guard down. they don't realize that you despise having to enjoy the offerings alone....

enter rex lapis, god of contracts, whose prowess falls just a little short below you. but what rex lapis misses, he makes up with his wit and the companions who support him from behind the scenes. rex lapis, like the other gods, fear you and see you as a threat to their people, because in his eyes you're just this thirsty warmonger who thrives upon the deaths of the innocents.... or, well, that is, until he sees you personally mourning over the deaths of your people. immediately, he's intrigued. but he dares not to intrude on your moment of solitude, afraid that he would provoke you if you discover him seeing you in your most vulnerable state. the image stays at the back of his mind, and both guizhong and osial notice how he always fall silent whenever your name comes up.

it isn't until the archon war that he proposes an idea to make an alliance with you. obviously guizhong disagrees and starts listing off the cons of doing so, being his trusted strategist. osial thinks he's gone crazy, and he departs with a snarl and a disbelieving shake of head when the god of contracts tries to explain his reasons. guizhong tries to persuade him otherwise, because there are millions of ways that this could go wrong, and because she has tried to reach out to you in the past but was turned away. you clearly do not want to associate yourself with anyone in the first place. and rex lapis knows that his friend is, as always, correct - but his rational side wavers when he remembers the pained sobs that left your lips and the tears falling down your cheeks.

"nonetheless, we should still try. i have a hunch they will turn out to be different than the rumors."

guizhong starts re-explaining again from the top, and for once rex lapis does not listen.

the next time he dives into battle, the thought plagues his mind, alongside osial's betrayal. maybe that's why he was unable to realize that guizhong was in danger. why he was unable to react in time when his mind's eye connects the trajectory of the blade with the positions of his people. by the time he realizes what was going on, guizhong is already plummeting towards the ground, straight towards your troops' formation.

he's moving on pure instinct when he speeds over towards his friend, he knows it's utter foolishness to appear before the enemy's territory, especially in his frazzled state. he braces for enraged yells and blades sinking upon his skin, he prepares to retreat- and yet everything is silent with the exception of the sound of war in the background. he looks up and sees you, looking down at them with a stoic expression on your face, so different from his memory. the nefarious nicknames flash beyond his eyes, and he grips guizhong's body protectively, draconic eyes glaring up at you, a silent warning.

to his utter shock, your eyes soften. or perhaps it was just his imagination? because you've closed them before he could examine it further, and when you turn towards your generals, your voice is as authoritative and cold as ever, sending shivers down his spine.

but no, it must have not been a fever dream, because you're telling your troops to march forward and conduct themselves along with his troops. you tell them to protect his people and to fully assist his soldiers.

"why?" he asks, and his voice is soft and cracked against the deafening song of the battlegrounds, but still you turn towards him and watch as your gaze falls to the goddess of dust.

"she gave me a flower, once."

it's thousands of years later that rex lapis realizes, as he gazes upon you admiring the first glaze lily that your people managed to cultivate - perhaps it was that single sentence that finally broke the walls he's set around his heart. he casts a forlorn look towards the sea stretching beyond the harbor and the dust dancing in the air under the bright sun.

if only they could see him now. if only they could see you now.

"i told you they would be different from the rumors."

he winces when a speck of dust enters his eyes and chuckles when you start fussing over him, your touch gentle as you examine his teary eyes.

yes, very different indeed.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #guizhong #osial #when the brainrot got you so inspired you wrote a fic without meaning to #rip my lunch break but this was fun to write hehe #luke blessing us again with their genius ideas #everyone say thank you #rin writes #lukerycyja #god of war! reader au

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February 14 Gift Arts Collection

Happy friendship day with many delays...

For Rosie and Mercie Notes: Lmaooo I was so crazy for them, do you know that I didn't really plan these and my hand just went autopilot? Anyway, Raid had some confidence to kiss Keres? Fr fr?? The Malleutoria is either Malleus chased Victoria and hugged her from behind or they were in an argument and instead of admitting he was wrong he just does that. Nororia is actually insane, Noriko move, it's my turn. /j

For Erin Haha Shadow Twins with Dusty go brrr, He cannot escape them /j I am so sorry for the grayscale Areia x Horace, I didn't have any idea what Horace colors are sobs ANYWAY MOM AND DAD ARE DANCING /J /J

For Ellis Its them. The og, the one who gets the happiness whilst in the 2T1L storyline UiO suffers /hsrs.

For Basil They're so awaawifuaaaaa- I love them so much they are so precious I love these theatre kids 💀. Broken justice x self-imposed justice!!!

For Jas Mitch? Being soft? Mitch? OOC? Wtf is wrong with him (derogatory) HHHHHHH TOMIGATHA THOUGHTS TOMIGATHA THOUGHTS WON OVER MEEEEEEEE AHDSFJKHDJFAHJF I love this gay fish yuri lmao

For Fumi I had a vision of them and I just had to do it. I'm ngl, I kind of want what is happening between Shui and Flynn /j

For Mel Hihi they make me go feral, they are literally so sweet together and genuinely the most unproblematic ship of Feli LMAOOOOO

For Rev Your honor, them. Oh my god. They go all around my head. Shui is going in for the revenge kiss and Feli can't decide if she wants to kiss Charles or not. (we know she likes the taste /j/j/j)

#queued post #twst oc #i have no regrets #posting more ship arts that felichan has #and arts for my irl friends lol #others oc #mutuals <3 #◦❧ ui arts #twisted wonderland

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Only Idiots Catch Colds In Summer ~ aruden

It was literally 9 in the morning. On a summer day. And Aru Shah was awake.

I know I know. Who died, right?

Well, for one. She was 19 and a college student, so she unfortunately turned into an early bird. And two, something you guys never would have guessed.

Aiden Acharya, the man of health, is sick!

"What did you do?" Aru spoke into the phone. "You know, only idiots catch colds in summer"

"Maybe it's better since I caught a fever instead"

"Do you need me to come or what?" Aru asked, already getting up and changing. She wasn't about to take no for an answer.

"You're not gonna accept a no"

"Yep. I'm coming. Is your mom home or no?"

"No. She won't be home for another 5 days. Wait, you know that"

"Just testing your memory" Aru's mom and his mom had gone on a trip to LA because 'memories'? Whatever that meant.

They cut the call and Aru walked over to his house. She texted, 'im coming in ok' and walked in with the spare key.

As usual, the homely smell of spice and fresh laundry welcomed her into the house.

She ran up the stairs and knocked softly on his door. "Could I come in?"

"Come..cough..in" He replied. She opened the door and walked in. The trash can was near his bed and was filled halfway with tissues.

Aru pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. "Are you fine?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" Aiden snarked, pausing to cough. "I'm not bedridden or anything, with a pile of tissues next to me"

Aru fixed him with a 'seriously?' look. "I guess I'll leave then, Mr. Perfectly Fine"

"No wait" Aiden laugh-coughed as she turned around. He pulled her back.

"And I thought I was the sarcastic one" Aru rolled her eyes. "Someone came to your house to take care of you, and this is what you say?"

"I'm sorry. No, I'm not fine"

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Aru smirked and walked away. "Suck it up, buttercup"

"Wait no, you wouldn't do this" Aiden called from behind her. "Sha-hhhhhhh"

"Where's your kettle? I'll get hot water"

Aiden sighed in relief. And then he thought for a moment. "Dont kill me. I don't remember"

"How don't you remember?" She cried out.

"My mind is like, really foggy right now" He responded, clutching his head.

"Is it in the kitchen?"

"Yeah"

Aru walked downstairs. She looked around, but no sign of a kettle.

She called Malini. "Hello?"

"Aru? What's wrong?"

"Sorry to interrupt your vacation" She started. "Could I know where your kettle is? Your son is sick"

"In the summer? What did he do now? Or is it the change in seasons?"

"Probably"

"Well, unfortunately darling, I took the kettle with me" Malini spoke regretfully into the phone.

"Oh. Alright."

"What you can do however, is make some chamomile tea. I have some chamomile flowers for that in the fridge. Instead of using the kettle, you can-"

"Um, I'm really sorry. Could you give me one second? Then repeat?"

"Of course, dear."

Aru took out the packets. "Okay. Instead of the kettle...?"

"Take a double boiler, fill it halfway with water. Drop chamomile flowers, perfectly dry, into the water. Let it infuse for 3 minutes. Then strain it, and that's it"

"Okay, got it. Thank you so much!" Aru thanked and cut the call.

She made the tea and heard footsteps behind her. Now the logical part of her brain knew it was probably Aiden. Or some serial killer that broke into the house.

Say, did she lock the door after coming in?

Anyway, the many years of Otherworldly training made the rest of her mind overrule the logic. She turned around, hot spoon in hand (from the steaming hot tea) and pointed at the culprit.

Yeah, so, surprise surprise , the logical part of her brain was correct.

In the Aiden part, not the serial killer part. (Thankfully)

He threw up his hands, and said, "If you ask me to be silent, that's not gonna be possible because I'm literally coughing every 3 seconds"

"Sorry" She lowered the spoon. "Anyway, thank your mom when she gets back. She answered the call, literally taught a terrible cook of a 19 year old girl how to make chamomile tea and was patient about it on vacay. Literally"

She gestured to the cup. "Take that. Do whatever"

Aiden grinned at the cup. "You? Making something? Without the house burning down?"

"Sir" Aru looked him dead in the eyes. "I have no idea if your fever is making you act up and be all sarcastic with me lately but I will not be having that. I literally woke up at 9 in the morning to take care of you, you sick piece of shit"

Aiden smiled at her. Her eyebrows scrunched up. "What?"

"Sorry. I'm so in love with you right now"

She covered up her face with her hand and turned away. "I. I just. Absolutely disgusting. No thanks"

"Oh come on. It's just affection"

"You know what effect that has on me"

Aru could practically see him smirking as he said, "The affection or me?"

Aru promptly turned and walked away, Vajra's electricity moving up and down her arm. Aiden laughed and called, "Don't make me pull you back, I'll get you sick too"

She still walked into the living room and sat on a chair.

"You sit there" She pointed to a chair far away from her. "Mini would kill me if I got sick from you"

"Truth" He responded, drinking the tea.

After drinking the tea, just like a child, Aiden Acharya went up to his room and passed out on his bed.

"What a baby" Aru smiled and shook her head after checking up on him. She got up to leave before her hand, only two of her fingers, were grabbed. She turned back to see him clutching those two fingers, still asleep.

"You really are a child huh" She said softly, careful not to wake him up. He moved his head slightly, and squeezed the fingers a bit tighter, before moving his hand up a bit to fully grasp hers.

Aru's heart had almost melted at the sight. Keyword, almost. But it definitely melted when he pulled her hand down and had hugged it.

She sat down and accidentally fell asleep on his bedside drawer.

And yes, 3 days later, Aru Shah, the woman of health from a few days ago, was bedridden, unable to lift a finger.

"Only idiots catch colds in the summer, huh" Aiden handed her some hot water.

"Shut. Up" Aru groaned. "I fucking healed you, dammit"

"Language"

"No"

#aru shah #the pandava quintet #tpq #aiden acharya #aruden

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