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2kiran · 11 months ago

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Hi‼️ lurker here‼️ just wanna say that your works are awesome‼️‼️ and that your dash always looks so cool and pretty every time I come around to check up on you‼️ your works are so good and you’re such a talented writer‼️

also… can I…can I ask for a tired reader being surrounded by a very demanding and needy 141? Like I’m not all that creative like the other anons but like I just really like the reader satisfying the 141s in any way his tired form can‼️ whether it’s by letting them ride his dick until they’re satisfied or having them being cock warmed as reader falls asleep‼️

sorry for this‼️ just thoughts and brain worms are weird rn and I thought that you would carry these out well… back to lurking now‼️

p.s. the ‼️ are just here to show excitement not to be scary or anything I’m sorry

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: bottom 141, top male reader, consensual somnophilia, cowgirl position, cockwarming, fingering, dividers

The weight of the missions and daily tasks being distributed made your limbs slack, eyes droopy, body boneless and desperate to pass out for even a week. You’re dozing off the second you sit down or rest against a wall, jerking awake when shaken by your mate. It isn’t your fault that you’re hardworking when needed, and everything was becoming a necessity to put your full attention on.

You need a break.

On the other hand, your team doesn’t seem to agree.

They’re clingy, more than usual. When you’re in a room with them, it seems as though their presence is the only thing that matters. Unabashedly acting like animals in heat, they’d sometimes even gently rut against your thigh.

Their excuse? You’ve been neglecting them, rarely glancing or facing towards their direction. Sometimes, you’d fail to acknowledge them in passing which evidently piles up their frustration and need to turn the source into the outlet.

And you’ll let them. They know you will.

Soap is the first one to snap. The man’s too needy for his own good. He can’t stop thinking about you, your hands wandering along his body, allowing him to take a sniff of pleasure before you’re shoving him away. But now? Now you’re doing it unintentionally.

He’s concerned, knowing damn well that he shouldn’t bother you. And yet, he can’t keep it within his pants. You’ll be good for him, right?

“Shit, tha’s it, love...” Soap groans, face contorting with blissful relief. He rolls his hips, desperate to feel every inch of your cock - the one that had him dreaming about it, waking up with his boxers damp, and hole twitching from being so empty - “Y’can get some shut-eye, ‘s alrigh’.”

You’re hanging onto your consciousness by a mere thread, the promise of slumber darkening the edges of your view while simultaneously heightening the sensation of slick, twitching warmth wrapped around your length. Small moans left him, thick brows knitted together in concentration.

Soap cannot remain still for the life of him. He sinks further down, enveloping you in his tight heat and squeezes you with it. His jaw hung open, mouth agape, and his thighs are quivering in a poor attempt not to fuck back against your cock with his desperate hole.

The second is Price. He may be a responsible and patient captain, but he’s still a man with lustful requirements. He needs to let off stream, you know?

“Hhang... that’s a good man.” He ruts his hips against yours, the plushy thickness of his scarred thighs rippling with each bounce. If you’re comfortable with it, he’ll take a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke slip through his teeth as a breathy moan rasps from his throat.

God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feel of you. Your tip meeting the spot that has him high with squelchy smacks, the scratchy stubble spread on his chin making the firm muscle of your shoulder raw whenever he angled himself forward to make you pound into him deeper.

Such a good soldier, you are. “Stay still, m‘fuckin’ close.” He huffs. Your cock twitches in response, and his lips curves in a self-satisfied grin. It has him riding you harder, rim taut, his pace fast and it makes the both of you dependent on chasing that point.

The Captain isn’t afraid to milk you for all you’re worth, either. It’s your own fault for making him needy. – “C’mon, you’ve got more in you, don’t you?”

Gaz is the next one. He heard your ‘interaction’ with the other men, smelled how Soap and Price practically reeked of well-deserved sex. It has arousal pool in his lower belly, dick twitching to life at the possibility of finally being satiated by you.

He’ll praise you for it; “Good boy, letting me use you like this.”, “Th-thank you, my love. Fuckin’ me so well.” and “Shh, I know. Go rest. I’ll just suck your pretty dick off, yeah?”

You think he’ll prep himself because you’re melting into the sheets to nap? No, you’re terribly wrong. He’d grip your wrist firmly, lubing your fingers up, and gently make them breach his tight hole. He gasps, immediately clenching from how intense it felt.

Gaz smiles fondly at how you seem to battle sleep, nodding mindlessly. When you do succumb to the urge, he’s biting his lip to contain his pathetic noises. You look so peaceful, and here he is fucking himself on your fingers. He’s holding onto your forearm, guiding you back and out. The murmurs of slick ringing through the room as he throws his head back.

“Fuckkk...” He’d mutter, fisting his own cock with rough jerks. Leaning down, he peppers kisses all across your jaw. He’s unbelievably turned on, rocking his hips to take in your digits completely. He’s getting desperate, but he will wait for you to wake up before he shoves your cock down his throat.

Ghost corners you. Sure, he’s got better self-control than the rest of the men. But hey, he’s still a human with very human needs.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a broader and hulking figure or a shorter stature, he’s guiding you with his frame until your knees hit the edge of a bed or a threadbare seat and your aching back is laying down. His mouth twitching in a mock snarl to have you submit. All with your consent, of course.

One of his favorite things to do to tease you? He loves to keep on asking you “This okay, luv?” and “Hmm? Y’want me to touch ya here?” until you’re begging him to finally fuck himself on your leaky dick that he’s been either playing with his roughened digits or warming with his inviting heat the entire time.

Rides you so slowly, hips rocking ever so slightly, and his soft walls pulse as they give way to your length. And it’s all to keep you awake, tightening up when you’re about to fall asleep on him. He wants you to be completely aware when he’s in the heights of arousal and he has you balls deep inside of him.

“Wake up, swee’art. Fuck– eyes on me, yeah, there we go.” / “Oh, you like tha’? Uh-huh? Good boy, you do.”

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Or you have Price behind you, one of his arms slung around your waist as he thumbs at your slit until it’s coated in your pre. Soap’s tugging at your shaft, his fist enclosed and tight, consistent and oh so whiny like you’re inside of him. “Ye can fuck me harder, (rank), jus’ like this.”

Gaz on his knees, his tongue flicking at your sensitive veins. They’ll be toying with your cock as you lean back against the captain, letting sleep overtake you until you feel someone familiar climb into your lap. The other men supporting Ghost’s weight as he takes your dick in his skull-gloved hand, guiding the head to meet his rim and he sinks down with a low groan.

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thewritetofreespeech · 5 days ago

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Could I request Gojo eating out his wife in bed, early in the morning?

Gojo rolled over to flop on to his wife's side of the bed and discovered that she wasn’t there. Which immediately woke him up and caused him to pout.

He had been very busy recently, training the kids and trying to keep all the new cursed activity at bay, and had been looking forward to sleeping in with his wife. But she wasn’t there! How rude….

Scrubbing his face with his hands, Gojo got a hint of fresh coffee in the air. He grumbled as he didn’t want to get up yet, but his stomach also grumbled as it realized fresh coffee meant breakfast too. A man needed to eat.

Meandering to the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes and bumping gently into walls, he found his wife indeed in the kitchen. Wearing one of his shirts that just covered her bum. Fuzzy slippers on her feet. Clearly moving onto her next task as the coffee perked on the stove.

“Oh! Good morning, Satoru.” [Y/N] greeted in a chipper tone. “I thought you wouldn’t be up for a while longer.”

“That was the plan.” Gojo replied. Mixed between a scold & a whine. He came up behind his wife and told her, “I rolled over and you weren’t there. It woke me up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” [Y/N] apologized. Nuzzling his head as it rested on her shoulder. “I wanted to make you breakfast though.” Gojo looked down and saw all the ingredients for his favorite French toast on the counter. Ingredients, he was sure, they did not have in their house when they went to bed last night.

Gojo felt his stomach do little flip-flops. Part hunger, part moved to quiver by the thoughtful gesture. He had to do something in return.

He kissed the side of his wife’s cheek, then neck, before he turned her around and kissed her fully on the mouth. He heard [Y/N] moan against his own lips and pulled her close so she could feel how excited he was for her & his present.

“Satoru….” [Y/N] breathed when he finally let her go. All breathy and cooing. “I can’t make breakfast if you hold me like that.”

“I’m not hungry for breakfast right now though.”

He then grabbed [Y/N] by the hips and popped her up on the counter. The neat file of ingredients being pushed back in a haphazard mess behind her as he knelt down in front of his wife. A man needed to eat.

Pushing the hem of his shirt she had stolen up over her thighs, Gojo leaned in to kiss the soft skin just past her knee and move up. Her legs parted for him. Probably because he was there but also to keep balance on the counter by distributing her weight more evenly. He moved her legs to his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. Narrowing in on his prize he was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear, which made it all that much easier to flick his tongue against her entrance.

[Y/N] whimpered at the initial touch but quickly relaxed against the cabinets as Gojo ate her out with as much fervor as he did her cooking. Being so busy, it had been a while since he had had her taste on his tongue. He wanted to savor it, but patience nor restraint was ever Gojo’s strong suit.

His tongue lapped at her entrance. Swirling around her hole before he came back to suck on her clit. Her whines & moans got louder. The cabinets banged behind her as she clung onto one to hold on in a wave of pleasure. His hands had to hold on to her thighs to keep her moderately still.

“..S-Satoru…!” [Y/N] moaned. Her hips grinding into him and the quartz underneath her now. “Ahh..don’t stop…don’t stop…I’m gonna cum…I love you…I’m gonna…just a little…mhmph!” She bit her lip as her body went ridged. Thighs shaking by his ears. Her slipper flying off somewhere as her legs kicked out in ecstasy. Wave after wave of sweet honey coming over his tongue. A nice, sweet treat for the morning, if Gojo did say himself.

Once she had finished, Gojo pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Gochisousama, princess.”

[Y/N] chuckled. An almost sleepy sort of noise as she came down from her high. “I didn’t make you anything though. And…,” she looked down at the ingredients and found the eggs she had carefully laid out were crushed on the counter sometime during their escapades, “I guess I can’t now.”

Gojo snickered with a cheeky grin. “That’s ok. It’s the thought that counts.” He never believed that but in this case, he would make an exception. “Why don’t we just order in instead and we’ll get more eggs later. We can have French toast tomorrow?” He grabbed [Y/N]’s slipper and slid it on like Cinderella before he roughly pulled her off the counter. “I think we’re gonna be busy until lunch anyway.”

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 1 month ago

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Hii! I really like your writing and I was wondering if you could do like something along the lines of reader being a suspect of a case he is currently investigating (it doesn't have to be the Kira case) and he keeps her under surveillance, like what he did with Light in the Yotsuba arc. It could like showcase how L and reader have to adapt to certain situations (showering, changing, sleeping ect). Err uhhh yeah! I don't know if that makes any sense. It could be like dairy entries or just third person. Fluff or smutt is a-ok! (Idk if I can request that this is my first time asking on Tumblr) Thank you! :D

sorry this took so long to get to, I liked it so much I made it a little longer!

Warnings: reader is a little handsy, brief oral, PinV

L has noticed (Y/n)'s numerous attempts to get him in bed with her. He can't say he minds.

She's a leading suspect in a...moderately important investigation: an American crime ring, suspected to be responsible for the laundering of millions of dollars, distribution of drugs and weaponry, and the deaths of at least 20 victims.

L was fairly sure that (Y/n)'s father was the head of it all, but he refused to confess. His alibis were frustratingly airtight, and nobody else would budge in their corroboration. Thus, L would detain what was most important to him, his daughter, as both a suspect and collateral for two months. His hope was that he could convince the criminal to confess, either by threatening her incarceration, or finding better evidence when locked up with her.

So, here he was, linked to her by a three-foot chain.

She was less than pleased, clearly, but took it in stride. "Anything to prove dad's innocent," she nodded, teary-eyed and quivering. It was quite convincing, he almost believed it...until he caught the faint scent of onions on her fingers moments later.

He said nothing about his observation, simply clasped one cuff to her hand, and the other to his.

now, he had her seated across from him, in his personal hotel suite. "I can't allow any cellphones or personal devices...you understand, of course. Please hand them over now."

She scoffed and grumbled, tossing over her phone.

He gave her an expectant look.

More grumbling, with the addition of an MP3 player, burner phone, and iPod.

"Your family has no involvement in any criminal activity...but you have a burner phone?"

She smiled. "I use it to call guys I like to hook up with. Can't have dad knowing about that."

"You're an adult. You still have to follow your father's rules of modesty?"

"I mean, I live with him, and he pays for all my stuff, so...gotta follow his rules."

He nods. He didn't believe her story, not completely, but he would accept her answers.

meanwhile, she was having to figure out getting the hell out of here without being caught. This guy was a world-renowned super genius, and she was a barely 20 something living off her dad's crime ring. She was crafty, sure, but not 4D chess level smart, not like him.

So, that raised the question of how to get on his good side, maybe even convince him to let her go. What did she know about him? He was smart...weird looking...dressed like a bum...probably a virgin-

Bingo.

Super genius or not, he was still a fuckless nerd, and she ate fuckless nerds for breakfast. There was a reason she got the chess club to do her homework on a rotating system for all of high school, and it wasn't because she asked nicely.

she smiled coyly, and brought her legs up to curl up on the couch, a...tasteful amount of thigh showing now that her mini-skirt rode up even higher. He didn't look down, his eyes locked on her face. Annoying.

"So...what about stuff like...showering?" Her voice had dropped to a noticeably more intimate tone, slow and careful. Like she was luring him in.

"The shower has an opaque curtain, and the toilet makes a practical chair when the lid is down."

He wants her to sit on the toilet while he showers? He wants to sit on the toilet while she showers? She has to hold back the biggest eye-roll.

"Oh, alright...what about getting dressed?"

"I've acquired a changing screen, for your privacy and mine."

"Kay...so, where do I keep my clothes?"

"In the closet."

"With all of your clothes? What about my...intimates?"

He shrugs. "Use a drawer."

Not even a pause, not so much as a stutter at the mention of her underwear. "Okay. Well. Now what?"

He pauses. "Do you enjoy cake?"

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(Y/n) spends the first 24 hours reading or watching over L's shoulder as he works, as well as gorging herself on whatever treats he's eating. She has yet to seduce him, at least not to her knowledge. He doesn't do a ton, just sits there and atrophies for hours upon end as he works. She had to shower that night, and drag him away from his little set up to do so.

"What will you do when I take off my clothes?"

She tries to pull him farther into the bathroom, but he only lifts his limp arm at her tugging, not moving from his place at the doorframe.

"I'll turn around. You have plenty of space to change now."

"I thought you were going to sit on the toilet," she teases, the chains rattling as she pulled with more urgency. He padded forward, and shut the door behind him. His reluctance was a good sign for her, it meant he was nervous.

"I will." He turns around, and she begins to strip. She made a point to drop her clothes from a higher distance, so the fabric would make more sound hitting the floor.

She unclasps her hot pink bra, and accidentally tosses it in his direction. It hits the floor, and slides to the tile beside his feet. "Oops."

L looks down, but doesn't comment or react.

(Y/n) pulls the shower curtain back, and turns on the water. The water heats up quickly, the perfect temperature to make some nice steam. "You can't see me through the mirror, can you?"

He was in the middle of squatting on the toilet, faced to the wall. "Not at all. You're safe to do what you need to."

She bites her lip. He was so boring. "Mm...I don't care if you see me, anyway."

L, once again, makes no reaction. He knew what she was doing. It was quite original, he had to admit he's never been flirted with before, but her acting needed work. It was rather exaggerated, like that of a cheap porno.

Her idle humming played in the background of his thoughts, while he considered the purpose of her playfulness. Did she realize he wouldn't let her out, even if she did manage to seduce him? Or...was this a way of getting information about her father's case? He had to be careful. He glanced to the bra on the floor. Even if she wasn't winning any Oscar's, she was still pretty. Pretty, and with soap that smelled like cupcakes. This might be more difficult than he anticipated...

The curtain rod squealed against the metal hooks as she pushed the fabric to the side. She stepped out, one pedicured foot at a time, and wrapped herself in a towel. "Alright. Your turn."

He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, covered with nothing but thin polyester. "I won't be showering tonight."

She crinkled her nose, and stepped closer. "What do you mean? Do you shower in the mornings?"

"No. Watari has a device made specifically for me to clean with."

"A device? Like...what kind?"

"...like a washing machine."

She cracks a grin, and steps closer. "You should try a real shower. They can be nice, like standing in the rain."

"I have no interest in that."

her gaze travels from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest, and before he knows it she's a hairsbreadth away from him. "Well...if you ever want to learn-" her hand lands gently on his chest, manicured nails against his shirt- "I'd be happy to help you."

He looks down at her. She looks up at him. He carefully plucks her hand from him. "That won't be necessary."

She sighs, and steps to the counter. "Just a suggestion."

He stands there, and watches with boredom as she goes about her nightly routine. So much work. He brushes his teeth while he's there.

When they're both done, she steps away, ready to change into her pajamas.

He has no choice but to follow her. She gathers some clothes from the dresser, and walks to the divider working as a changing room. He has to stand there, and wait for her to finish. The towel gets tossed up on the top of the divider, and within minutes she's slinking out, drapped in a tiny silk slip.

L makes no reaction to her clothing choice.

"I hope this is alright. I usually sleep in the nude."

"It's better than nothing. There are two seperate beds, you can pick whichever one you like the most."

Better than nothing? That's it? "Alright...I want the one closest to the window."

He nods, and guides you to the beds, both set with matching comforters, nightstands, lamps, and pillows. They were less than a foot apart, it wasn't worth it to have two beds in her opinion.

She settles in by the window, and he takes a laptop from his nightstand. He seats himself on one of the pillows, and boots up the device to keep working.

"You're not going to sleep?"

"I don't need to."

That made her next plan slightly harder, but she could deal with it. After about thirty minutes of laying still, the AC cuts on. Hotel ACs always have a big vent by the window.

"L...I'm cold..."

"There are blankets in the closet."

"...It's too dark in here, I can't sleep. Do you think I could-"

"There's a lamp next to you. It has a dimmer, if it's too bright."

"...I can't sleep in new places, could I please lay with you? Just for tonight?"

"I don't see how that would help."

"Please?"

He sighs. "I suppose."

She jumps out of bed, and walks the one step it takes to get to his bed. He scoots over, and as she lays down, the chains settle between them. "Thank you."

He doesn't answer, he just keeps working. He was tough to crack.

She sighs and tosses and turns, but he's patient with her. Eventually, she actually does fall asleep.

And unbeknownst to her, has a sex dream.

At first, L thinks she must be pretending. Pretending to whine and mewl in the back of her throat as he hips shift. But he quickly realizes that's not the case, when he glances over to see her expression. It's a little too realistic for her crummy acting.

He stares for far too long, long enough for his computer to automatically shut off, simply watching her movements. The gentle squeeze of her thighs. The parting of her lips. The soft whimpering. He mindlessly leaned inward. He only snaps out of it when he can feel her breath on his cheek.

With a deep, steeling breath, he powers his computer back on. As he looks to the keys to type in his password, he catches of glimpse of something. That was odd...and a little concerning.

He hasn't had a real boner since he was a teen.

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the next day goes about as slow as the last, the same routine. When (Y/n) gets up, she doesn't bother changing out of her slip, she'd be staying in anyway. She does, however, take the time to fix her hair. She has a man to catch, after all.

It was so boring, sitting next to him without any phone or music. It made her restless.

"So...is this something you do often? Chain the daughters of your suspects to you?"

"No." He stirs his tea, and takes a sip. "Many have never even seen my face. You should feel privileged."

"Sitting here with nothing to do doesn't feel like a privilege. You don't do anything other than work?"

"I do plenty of other things. I eat, I use the restroom-"

"No but, what about for fun?"

"This is my fun."

She rolls her eyes. "What about when you were younger? When you weren't working?"

"...I've always worked."

"Always???"

"Since I was a child. I've taken small interests in things now and again, but this has been the only thing that's sustained."

"I guess that makes sense. Must be difficult to entertain someone so smart."

He shrugs.

"Well...what about physical stuff? Have you done any of that?"

"I don't follow."

"Like...sex. have you ever had sex?"

A choppy segue. "No. Its purposes don't suit me."

"You've never wanted to try it?"

He takes a fork full of chocolate cake, and stuffs his face with it. "Mn, when I was younger, perhaps. After further investigation it wasn't worth exploring."

"Maybe that's 'cause you've never had the chance."

"I don't think so." He's tired of this conversation, and he'd like to get back to work.

She pouts. "You don't have a TV or anything I can watch?"

She really was a foil to his work. Maybe that was her goal, to annoy him into making no progress. He picks up the landline by the couch. "Please send up a personal television."

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Now that she was sated with the TV like a toddler, he could work in peace, and the rest of the day went smoothly. It wasn't until the shower that something arose. It went as usual at first, (Y/n) goes first, L sits on the toilet. When she got out, she stared at his back for a moment.

"Are you going to shower tonight?"

"As I said, I don't shower as the average person does." She was right though, he did need one. He hated the feeling of sebum in his hair and on his face. "I'll have to use-"

"Wait." She smiles. "How are you gonna use that thing if we're chained together?"

He paused. He hadn't thought of that. How had he not thought of that?

"My offer still stands," she teased.

"...no. I can do it myself." He stands, and they swap places.

She doesn't sit like he does, meaning she gets to face the curtain. How fun.

L finds showering to be a straightforward process, though not nearly as efficient as his machine. Soap, make bubbles, rinse, do it again. Tedious. By the time he was done, she was thoroughly bored.

Bored, until he stepped out. He had grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips...and that was it.

He was skinny, of course, but there was this sort of muscle underneath...strong core, must be from how he sits...and there was this whispy black happy trail peaking out from above the towel. Dear god.

He saw how she looked at him. He assumed that it was another act...though she must be getting better at it.

The two of them left the bathroom to get dressed, her before him. She put on another silk slip, and he wore...basically the same thing, but with sweatpants instead of jeans.

"Sleeping tonight?"

"I will."

She smiles. "Can I please sleep with you again?"

He wants to say no...he should say no. "Fine."

the two settle in, back to back.

30 minutes later, when she's sure he thinks she's asleep, she rolls onto her other side, nuzzling her face into the back of his neck. Simple, innocent. Can't blame her, she's asleep.

L knows what's happening. He can't say it doesn't feel nice, that it doesn't send tingles up his spine, but it's still a ploy. He won't say anything. No matter what she does, no reaction will only lead to boredom, and eventual sleep on her part.

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It's been several more days, and (Y/n) can't help but be pissed. They were settled into bed for the night, her sleeping by him now a habit, and she was silently fuming. Everything she's thrown at him, the dreamy glances, the flirtatious remarks, her lacy underwear: all of it was ineffective. She feared the worst.

It couldn't be.

Was he...gay?

That was the only possible explanation for his disinterest!

"What," he asks lowly.

She's been staring for the past few minutes.

"Are you..."

He waits.

"Are you gay?"

He blinks. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you don't- you're not-" how does she explain this without giving everything away?

"Because I'm not fawning over you?"

He was annoyingly right. "Well- yeah! I mean, look at me!"

"Attraction is subjective."

"Pfft- not when you look like this." She gestures vaguely to her body.

...she was annoyingly right. "Perhaps I am gay."

She gives him a sidelong glance. He didn't sound very convinced of himself. "...no you're not."

"What does it matter, if I am or am not attracted to you? It won't change anything."

"Well, I think you're attractive."

"That's irrelevant."

"I think you are attracted to me. I think you're just trying to cover it all up, because you think I'm a criminal, and you're not supposed to be attracted to criminals. I think you want to fuck m-"

His lips crash onto hers, one of his big hands holding the nape of her neck to keep her against him. It's not very sensual, but it is passionate, incredibly so. When he finally pulls away, she's completely silent. "There. Is that all you needed?"

She stares at him. He stares at her.

She pounces, enrapturing his lips with hot, fervent kisses. He does nothing to stop her. His arm slides up her back, into the dip of the arch as she clambers into his lap.

It's a needy mess as they practically rip the clothes off of each other, first his shirt, then her slip, then his pants.

He leans forward, pressing her against his knees as he devours her neck.

He can feel her hips grinding hungrily against his, the growing amor an air that permeates and arouses.

She hooks two fingers in the band of his boxers. What were we working with?

She yanks them down, and...

Dear. Lord.

Long, veiny, blush pink at the mushroom tip. Oozing semi-translucent pre. That whispy black happy trail, leading to heavy balls.

She tentatively wraps a hand around the length, and with the way his hips involuntarily buck into her grip, craving something tighter and wetter, it's a clear sign of his lack of experience.

Her strokes were slow, teasing, her manicured nails standing out against the pale backdrop of his dick. He didn't moan or squirm, he barely made an expression. But his need was in his eyes. The way he watched her every movement, the drag of her now pre-cum covered hand as it pumped him.

Just as it started to get good, she released him. He didn't look away from his own member, watching as he twitched and oozed. It had been a while since he saw himself like that.

He only looked up when he felt her shift between his fingers, rising on her knees to pull down her panties. She was right in front of his face, the black lace slowly removed to reveal something that smelt obscenely sweet. She looked delicious, like she's plated up just for him. He wondered how...

As she got the panties halfway down her thighs, she felt something slither against her clit, a swirl of pleasure followed by confusion.

Looking down, she realized L had leaned in, and taken a taste of her by sliding his tongue through her folds. "Have you ever done this before?" She had to be sure...he was a little too good at this.

He looked up at her, and brought his hands to her bare hips to hold her still. "No."

With no reaction from her greater than a nod, he decided to test the waters even further. He locked his lips around her clit to give a slow but firm probing of his tongue. At the sound of her moaning, he knew he had done something right.

Meanwhile, as he curiously licked and suckled, she did her best to focus on finally getting her panties off. She had to eventually unsaddle from his lap, to his moderate disappointment, and shove them off her calves onto the floor.

When she got back into his lap, she didn't stand on her knees, so he could no longer taste-test. Thankfully, she was more than happy to kiss him sloppy as a replacement. He can barely focus with how her hand comes to adjust him, or how his tip slowly presses into the heat of her wet cunt.

She wastes no time taking him all the way in, the stretch maddeningly perfect, the way he brushes against her cervix nothing less than addicting.

"Mn...L," she gasps, setting a ruthless, needy pace that has him clutching her hips, the chain between them rattling.

The bounce of her tits, the heat of her skin, the rounded sounds of her moans: it was thoughtlessly addicting, carnal and needy in a way his other past times weren't.

He could get used to this.

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She woke up the next morning, sore and disoriented. She barely knew up from down. Probably because she was laying upside-down.

L might be the best she's ever had...and God, was he resilient. Round after round after round, like it was nothing. She glanced to the spot beside her. He was curled up, sound asleep. Sort of...cute.

If he weren't the detective out to get her father, she might consider a relationship with him.

She scanned his face, serene and softly snoring, hair still stuck to his forehead with a light sweat.

they did all of that in one night.

How much could they get done in two months?

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gebo4482 · 1 year ago

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FLUNK OR FUCK - SATORU GOJO

Gojo was the popular kid in college who often attended frat parties and was known for his pretty face and athletic abilities. He had numerous girls up on his shit who would desperately beg him for a chance, but no. His eyes were set on you.

A lot of people didn’t understand why he was so fixated on someone like you. You were a STEM girl—the complete opposite of him. You two came from different crowds that didn’t get along.

Gojo was tempting. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was hot. He had a nice toned figure and angelic facial features. It was like he was sculpted by the gods and descended straight from Olympus. You had nothing against dating him, but you had standards. The kind of man you wanted was someone who was responsible and intellectual. You couldn’t stand the thought of being with a guy who had shits for brains.

“Y/N! What could I possibly do to make you date me?” He whined into your ear. He had been pestering you for 45 minutes now while you were busy summarizing your notes for tomorrow’s upcoming math test.

“Please, just one chance!”

“Ugh,” you groaned, finally turning away from your notebook. “One condition.”

“Anything!” He exclaimed.

“Pass tomorrow’s math test and I’ll let you hit,” you proposed.

“Too easy! It’s just basic math,” he scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes. “Good luck.”

It was the day of the test. Gojo was comfortably sat on his chair with his legs crossed, his mind thinking about how close he was to getting some pussy—yours, which made it even more exciting. The professor started distributing the papers to the students in the front row. After all the papers had been given to those students, they started passing the papers backwards. You were one of those students in the front and as expected, you were already leaning over, your back slouched and your forehead close to touching your table while you started solving the problems.

Gojo looked at his paper, carefully analyzing the first equation.

“This ain’t so bad. Y/N taught me this. You just gotta use that one formula,” he thought.

Done. Next problem.

This one wasn’t a challenge either since it was relatively similar to the first problem. Gojo triumphantly smirked and started writing his answers.

Next.

“Guys, what the fuck is that…” he mumbled to himself, his hands clutching his hair. “I’m fucking cooked.”

“Do better.” The professor sighed as he handed Gojo his paper.

“Don’t play with me like that,” Gojo nervously laughed. He had to have passed, right? He answered most of the questions. It was just that one question he left blank.

11/30.

The red writing on the top right of the paper stared at him.

“Gojo!” You called, walking over to his seat. He was slouching, quickly putting his paper away the moment he heard your voice.

“What’s your score?” You asked.

There was no response.

“Gojo?” You worriedly asked, then you looked at his stiff face. “So, you failed?”

“Please. Pussy….” he softly pleaded.

“Seriously? That’s the last thing you should be worried about right now,” you sighed, rubbing his back. You suddenly heard sniffles.

“Fine! For fuck’s sake, Gojo! Just come by my apartment at 5 and we could fuck. I’ll teach you too so you better pass the next test.”

“Thank you,” his voice quivered. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

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trender-official · 7 months ago

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Whiskey Burns My Throat | Chapter One

Sevika x Doctor!Reader | 4.4k words

Cowritten with my friend Migi

Sevika is tired of Silcos shit. Why was she wasting her time watching over this stupid doctor? And why is she so hot?

Or, slow burn lesbian romance with our beloved Sevika.

Reader is almost an oc but she has no appearance or name lol

Sometimes, Sevika hated her job. For the most part, she either didn’t mind it, or even outright liked it. Being the right hand woman of Zaun’s widely accepted leader had its perks. The pay, for one, was great. She had slowly gotten used to not having to scavenge and scrap on the streets for any little thing she could get her hands on to sell. Now, she had a permanent residence paid off in full, and she hadn’t gone hungry in what felt like forever. She even had plenty of cogs to gamble away at Silco’s bar most nights. And the brothel, if she really needed to let off some steam.

She never could have imagined this for herself, not in a million years. And Silco, he had a real shot at this, a real shot at making something of this shit ridden city. That was all she really cared about. It was why she left Vander all those years ago, after he’d refused to take a stand against those fascist Pilties. She was still bitter about that.

An added bonus was scaring the topsiders. A smirk formed on her face as she thought about it. It was funny, being able to send them running with their tail tucked between their shitty little legs, quivering with genuine fear. Not just of her, but of what Silco would do to them if he found out they fucked with her. So she was on a power kick, sue her.

But this… She didn’t like this.

She stood outside a tent, looking scary enough- which wasn’t hard by any means- to keep anyone who would start shit away, having a keen eye for those people, unfortunately. But she also kept an eye out for clients, people suffering from shimmer. Shimmer was the drug that Silco started distributing after becoming the unofficial-official leader of Zaun.

When injected, shimmer gives you a rush. A rush of power, and enhanced abilities, as well as that feel good high you’d get from other substances. But… with every high comes a cost. It’s highly addictive of course, and has dangerous side effects, like the creation of deteriorating spores that eat away at your limbs in random spots.

Inside the very tent, was a stupid fucking Plitie prick. A stupid Piltie prick who Silco was making her protect. A stupid Piltie prick who was a doctor, treating the symptoms of shimmer and pollution that racked the citizens of Zaun, keeping them healthy enough to bring in profit- but sick enough to keep coming back. Unknowingly by anyone but herself, for the most part, and Silco made sure of that. It was a cruel joke, honestly. A smart, but dangerously cruel one. She would never admit this, but part of her felt bad for the Piltie. She had no idea she was participating in the repeated cycle of addiction and corruption.

A shuffle came from inside, the tent sliding open. A nother patient slinked out, his legs shaking like he was about to collapse at any second. But his face, that was the real kicker. It was a pale gray in color, sores and bumps growing along the side of it, red and irritated from the cleaning it just got. The doctor followed right after, with her hand helping him along cautiously. “Please, follow my directions. Keep the wounds clean and covered, and try to mix up where you inject it, otherwise it’ll just keep corroding the one spot” she said, her voice sounding almost robotic, mainly because she had said that to every other patient that came in with the same issues.

“I’ll try… Thank you, Ma’am.” The person said with a hesitant smile, voice careful and withdrawn. Most people didn’t say anything, just leaving as fast as they could. Or they’d bite out hurtful and spiteful words, despite the doctors efforts of healing them. They don’t wan’t to believe she was real, that she was fully committed to leaving her Piltover life behind for this shithole. Sevika didn’t. She had to be lying… spying, or something, gaining all the information she can to turn in to the topsiders and ruin everything that they’ve worked so fucking hard for. And silco was just letting it happen!

Her voice snapped Sevika out of her thoughts, the permanent scowl on her face deepening. “Of course. Just be safe. As safe as you can be.” The doctor said, sending him off with a wave and a small bag of things to help for the week. A care package, if you will, equipped with a small pale of water, 2 pieces of bread, and some new socks to keep warm.

The doctor looked up at Sevika and smiled. She didn’t smile back. She looked dejected and disappointed, she wanted Sevika to like her. She wanted most people to like her. It made her feel like she was doing a good job, and fueled her to do even better.

She called the next patient up, her voice a little less confident than usual. She took another glance at Sevika as she turned to walk back in the tent, after allowing the patient in. Sevika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, continuing to glare at the most suspicious-looking person sitting in the alley nearby. She was already tired of this girl, and they’d only been working together a few days.

This was the last patient of the day, as the sun was starting to go down and the more violent citizens would be coming out now. After the last patient came out of the tent, the doctor nodded to Sevika, letting her know it was good to start dismissing everyone.

“Alright! Time to get going.” Sevika said, raising her arms. “Let’s go! Get!” She said to the few who dared to stay and try to fight it. They didn’t stay much longer.

The doctor leaned against one of the poles, the one Sevika had been leaning against, watching her as she shooed away the crowd. She smiled, though this time not as big. Sevika turned back to her, her scowl not faltering. “Wanna drink?” She asked, holding the tent flap open.

Sevika sighed. She knew she couldn’t leave until she got home. So she didn’t have much of a choice. Sevika had to lean down to enter the tent and stay hunched while inside to fit. She shuffled her way over to the small couch poised in front of a coffee table and a rolling chair. Sevika laid an arm across the top of the couch, spreading her legs.

The doctor pulled out a bottle of whiskey, one too expensive to be found down here, but not expensive enough to be considered good by Piltover standards. “I heard you liked this.” The doctor’s eyes glanced down over Sevika’s body nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling suddenly more out of place than ever.

“You asked Silco about me?” Her eyebrow raised, “Only other person who can get it here is Silco.” She said, not reaching for the glass. The doctor licked her lips nervously.

“Well…yes. Consider it a gift. I don’t really like the stuff.” She said, handing the entire bottle over to her.

“You bought whiskey you don’t like?” Her voice was flat, void of teasing, of lightheartedness. “What, just to impress me?” Sevika said with a laugh of disbelief and slight secondhand embarrassment.

The doctor turned red and stuttered. “I-I don’t know- I just thought of you when I saw it. Is it so bad to get a gift for a new co-worker?” She felt scrutinized when Sevika turned her eyes back to her, and she was right to.

Sevika scanned her up and down. She frowned. The doctor suddenly felt insecure under her gaze. “I’m not going to like you. You can stop trying to make me.” She moved and crossed her arms, her muscles slightly bulging around her shirt. The doctor swallowed.

“I… I don’t think that’s true. If you got to know me-“ She said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Oh shut up. I already know how you're gonna be. All you Pilties are the same.” Sevika glared at her, making the doctor shrink back into her chair. “You’re all arrogant assholes who think we need you. We don’t. Any of our doctors could do the same thing as you.” She stood up and looked down over her. “I don’t know why Silco wants you here. But don’t think because I’m doing this I trust you. I’m doing this for him. Not you.”

Sevika turned and walked outside, to which the doctor sighed heavily. Her face was red and hot with embarrassment. She looked down at the glass, contemplating. Normally she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a fan of not being in control.

Quickly, she snatched it up and took a fat sip. It burned her throat, feeling foreign on her tongue, but the taste reminded her of how Sevika made her feel.

Outside, Sevika stood over the flap to the tent, casting a shadow inside. She squinted at the sound of racing feet stamping down the alley. She saw the shadow of a person carrying someone before she saw them. “Help! Fuck- Fuck, we need help!” A man shouted as he rounded the corner. Sevika pushed herself straight.

“What’s wrong?” She shouted to them.

“I- I don't know- I found him in a pool of vomit- Please, I know there’s a doctor here, you have to help.” He said as he fell to the ground from the weight of the person on his thin, unmuscled arms.

Sevika ran over and scooped the man up, inspecting the wound, a hole in the middle of his thigh, aligned with purple veins and disgusting bubbles filled with bodily fluid. Shimmer. Of course. She turned to the tent and brought the man over, shoving her way through with her shoulder.

The doctor looked up, alarm on her face. She heard the yelling, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She had stayed inside in worry of a fight. “What?” She said as Sevika moved the man to be held over her shoulder and swept everything off the coffee table.

“He’s overdosing. You need to be quick.” Sevika said, laying him down as quickly as she could while still being gentle. She stood back, breathing surprisingly slowly, she seemed calm. It didn’t surprise Sevika herself, but the doctor was impressed. She really shouldn’t be surprised Sevika knows how to handle herself in stressful situations. You don’t get where she is not being able to.

“Do you know what on?” The doctor said, not having the chance to see the wound yet, snapping on gloves as quickly as she possibly could.

“No. Probably shimmer…” Sevika stood back, giving her room to work. She hated seeing this, knowing she helped it happen.

“Okay…” she sounded defeated, tired, “get me the Naloxone and a scalpel… please.” She said, having to remind herself not to bark orders out. Before coming down here- before uprooting her entire life, she had assistants and staff; people hired to help her without question or need for respect, as bad as that sounds. She pointed to the place she kept them, on the other side of the tent where there was a small box filled with all the supplies she could carry.

Sevika obeyed, not interested in protecting her dignity over someone’s life. The doctor began to wipe at the tumors growing on his thigh, deemed to be the injection site. The smell was awful… The wounds weren’t bleeding- not actively, there were signs of past bleeding, dried blood, and scabs topping every growth. They weren’t like shimmer growths, they were almost straight black. It was like his body was growing them just for them to rot. The doctor quickly administered the Naloxone, which evened out his breathing somewhat.

She took a deep breath, as well as she could with the thick smell of decay in the air, readied the scalpel. As soon as she cut into the pustule, it exploded, luckily missing her face, but it coated her hand and the table. Her eyes widened, as the smell assaulted her nose and mouth. She coughed, backing away. She knew this smell. She knew what this was.

“Fucking- Shit!” She yelled. “Back up! Get back!” She yelled at Sevika. She rushed to wipe her hands off on a cloth nearby. Just exposure to this could have negative effects on the human body. “It’s fake shimmer! Don’t touch it!”

“What? What does that mean?” Sevika asked, her instincts pushed her to pull the doctor away from the body, but she stopped herself. She seemed genuinely scared- Sevika thought it might be better to listen to her here.

“It means it’s toxic! We need to get him out of here!” She said, ripping off the ruined gloves and retrieving two pairs of new ones. “Come on- You need to help me.”

“Help you what?!”

“Get him out of here!”

“What? No! You need to help him!” Sevika said, grabbing her arm. “He’s your patient. You’re a doctor! This is your job!” She leaned over a little to tower over her, trying to scare her into listening.

“We can’t help him now! That stuff- You can’t bring someone back after they’re too far gone.” She tried to pull her arm away, only making Sevika rip her closer. Her chest pressed up to Sevika’s rib. Sevika’s breasts were almost in her face. She tried her best to not look, but couldn’t help to spare a few glances.

“That can’t be true. You have to do something.” Sevika growled.

“Anything I can do will just make him suffer longer! Is that really worth it?” She yelled back, pushing up. “I’ve done this before, the only thing treatment guarantees is more pain!”

Sevika glared silently and released her arm. Her face tightened once more before she turned away and stalked outside. The man who carried him in looked at her with a scared face. He clearly heard all of that. She looked down and sighed, closing her eyes. She wasn’t one to offer comfort to others.

Back inside the tent, the doctor was rushing to get the new gloves on. She searched her supplies and luckily found a vial of morphine. She bit her lip to hold back tears. It’s been awhile since she’d handled this kind of stress. She pushed herself up and slowly walked over to the patient. She’d give all that was left in the bottle, just enough to cause an overdose. He’d fall asleep, never to wake up again. She took a glove off.

Solemnly, she injected the dose, holding his hand as she did it, letting him feel her skin. She knew he likely wasn’t here already, but he was alive enough to feel pain. No one deserved to go out like this.

After… It happened, she came out, having taken off the button up that had the rot on it, now just in an undershirt. The man looked at her with wide eyes. She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She had taken off the other glove already. She walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. He himself was not looking very good, tumors from shimmer beginning to appear on his arms and face. His breathing was weezy from the pollution. “You did your best. He was likely already too far gone by the time you found him.” The man shuddered. He didn’t cry. This was the undercity. No one here had their life guaranteed.

As the man left, both Sevika and the doctor went back into the tent. Sevika stared at the body as the doctor retrieved the whisky from earlier. “I’m gonna drink.” She said, an indirect invite to join.

“Give me a glass.”

She nodded and poured two glasses. She handed it to Sevika and she downed it in almost a minute. “What did you do to him?” She asked.

“I gave him morphine. Too much to survive. He wasn’t going to anyway.”

“You could’ve given him a chance.” Sevika frowned, still staring at the lifeless body.

“The only chance he would’ve had is if we stopped him from taking it in the first place.” She said quietly, walking back to the couch. She looked at the body, then back to Sevika. “I did what I could.”

“You- You fuckin’ killed him! You did what you could- Bullshit!” Sevika threw the glass, it shattered against the ground louder than expected.

The doctor jumped, looking like a child watching her parents fighting. “He was going to die anyway! Much more painfully!” She said, standing up.

“You act like I haven’t seen this kind of thing before-“ The doctor defended herself, her cheeks growing warm. She hated conflict, especially the kind that involved being alone with a large woman in a tent that was secluded. Not that she was worried Sevika would do anything. Silco needed her, or at least that’s what he made it seem like…

“But I have.” she finished off, her voice raw and full of heavy emotions. “There’s been nights you weren’t here, where I stayed up for hours monitoring and watching, holding people's hands while they suffered a pain I caused them.. you don’t get to come in here and poke fingers at me when I’m the one who has to end their lives!”

By the end she was panting, her once neatly tied back hair now framed her face from all the excitement. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, grief, and something else that she couldn’t quite place herself.

Sweat dripped from her forehead in little droplets that beaded onto her chest, now more exposed from having to dispose of the contaminated shirt from before. The soft glow of the lanterns lighting up the tent illuminated her face, highlighting the curl of her lips that were currently in a snarl, and the thicker furrowed brows that were slowly returning to their normal resting position as she calmed down.

“You fucking…” Sevika trailed off, her tongue running over her teeth. Her eyes trailed down her body, lavishing over her without care. If she weren’t royally pissed off right now, she may have found her hot. Sevika frowned and glared at her. “Fine. Too fucking late now.” She came closer, observing the body. “How do we dispose of it- of him.” She knew she was too used to people simply being ‘its’.

The doctor shifted on her feet, just now starting to feel the dull ache settle in from being on them all day. She knew exactly how she disposed of them, she’d been doing it for quite some time now. But… she didn’t want to say. It was, frankly, too embarrassing. Too vulnerable.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” the doctor brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat from it, cringing a little at the wetness. She stepped back, grabbing the bottle of the now half full whiskey and brought it to her lips, taking a good, 5 second chug. She resisted the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar taste, and the burning that took hostage of her throat. Wiping her lips after, and ignoring the salty taste of her own skin, she placed the bottle back down, steadying herself on her desk.

“That’s enough for you, little girl.” Sevika said with a smirk that said ‘I’m better than you.’ Her attitude switched too quickly to be anything but forced. She had to be fine with death. There was nothing for her but. “Give it here.” She said as she yanked the bottle from her hands with her metal arm, Sevika’s unnatural strength too much to fight. Her arm rotated in strange ways to lift the bottle to her mouth, lips sealing around it as she chugged the rest of it. It took nearly ten seconds to finish. She smiled patronizingly and threw the bottle down next to the broken cup.

The doctor felt her eye twitch, a low growl bubbling from the back of her throat. “I have enough shit to deal with here, I don’t need to add ‘cleaning up temper tantrums’ or pissing contests to my agenda” The alcohol was already starting to take effect, her head growing heavy with a buzz that left her feeling fearless, and unaware of the consequences she might have to face come morning time.

Sevika snickered. “Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one that made the doctor feel any better. It was almost sickening. She looked ravenous. She looked like she need to either fuck or fight someone. “But remember, I only take your orders because Silco says I should.” She said, her smile slipping. She turned and started to walk away before turning back. “And watch your mouth. You don’t wanna fuck with me.” She flashed a smirk then left the tent, leaving the mess behind her. Though, she didn’t leave, not fully, she stayed in the area. She wanted to see what she would do with the body, her curiosity too strong to fight. Today, anyway.

The doctor ran a hand through her hair, her other stabilizing herself on the table. A shaky sigh left her lips. Her thoughts were filled with confliction. Anger, frustration, and… attraction. It pissed her off.

With a huff, she turned and grabbed the items she would need to properly… dispose of the body laying next to her. Gloves, a shovel, a wheelbarrow, gasoline, and a match.

She covered herself with a spare coat she had, putting on her goggles, gloves, and a gas mask before she used the shovel to lift his body into the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles for support after with a pant. Bodies were heavy, and she wasn’t necessarily in the best shape, not like Sevika.

She made her way to the spot she always used, a secluded area at the end of Zaun’s fissure, Sevika in tow, though not to her knowledge.

The doctor tried to be gentle as she dumped the body from the hopper, wincing at the harsh sound his body made as he rolled from it, his limbs limply following in pursuit. She sighed, rubbing her damp forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. She hated this part.

She didn’t have the time to bury him, nor the stamina to dig the hole, so she relied on burning. She sat him up against the giant rock wall, positioning his body as someone taking a peaceful nap, closing his eyes with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, shoulders slumped, and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry normally, not anymore anyway, but tonight, with the mix of emotions and alcohol, she wasn’t in control of her tear ducts.

Sevika would’ve made a noise of disbelief, if it wouldn’t have gotten her spotted. She almost respected the efficiency she moved with, as if she had an ounce of control over herself. Even while drunk or high out of their mind, Zaunites always had to have control, at least over their tears and fear.

Although, there was something almost attractive about seeing a Piltie doing this kind of stuff. Something degenerate and sick, something that came from craving others to go through the pain she did. Or maybe, seeing something once so innocent be corrupted.

The doctor moved back, reaching for the bottle of gasoline, pouring it gently through his hair, watching as it dripped down his cheeks and jaw, and finally down to soak his clothing. Guilt bit at her, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. But surely, there had to be a way, somehow, to save people like him. She just hadn’t found it yet. And that was the worst part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she lit the match using her boot, setting the collar of his shirt ablaze, before putting it out on the ground and stepping back. She couldn’t watch him burn, that would simply be too much, in a way. She turned, shoulders still hunched in a sort of… defeat and shame. Shame that she couldn’t save him, or any of the other bodies she had done the same routine with. And defeat, that she didn’t even know where to start in being able to save those lost people, or any for that matter.

She didn’t think of herself as a healer, as a savior. No, that was bullshit. She knew she was just keeping these people alive until their shimmer addictions inevitably killed them. But what else was she supposed to do? Refuse them? It was all out of her hands now. She just had to trust that Silco was the man he said he was, and got the people of Zaun out of the mess that it was.

With a final sigh as her goodbye, she walked back to her tent, taking off everything she was wearing and throwing it to the ground to sanitize it later. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. So sleep she did, curled up on one of the cots, wallowing with the scratchy blanket that was left there by one of her past patients. Sleep took her dreamlessly, for once in her life, the alcohol helped with that.

Sevika watched the doctor walk away and finally reach a point where she couldn't see her. She felt herself relax, though not much. She left her hiding space, an overhang area she’d silently climbed up onto, lurching off of the platform and trudging over to the burning body. For a moment, she just stared, her face in a tight scowl.

The fumes burned her throat, but it took her a moment to even notice, waiting until she physically couldn’t take a breath. She put on the mask she carried with her, a cheap one that could fold small enough to hide. The air of the fissures itself usually wouldn't bother her, but she carried one just in case.

She felt her eyes burn with unshed tears of many years yearning to escape, the day- no, the months of grief and anger catching up on her. But she wouldn’t let them fall. Tears were a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.

Slowly, she reached for a compartment in her arm, where she held extra shimmer vials. She opened it, taking one and throwing it into the fire, as some sort of… offering. For forgiveness. She peeled off a piece of dead skin on her lip, savoring the pain and blood, before walking away, already missing the heat of the flames kissing her skin. Maybe she’d replace it with the heat of one of the brothel girls… She needed it.

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