#can't trust them or any other steaming service

[sillyvisioncorner]

lol

gotta love making terrable money desions during your period

[blackopals-world]

What's the NRC staff's experience at ♨️!Yuu's bath house? I don't believe you've ever written about it in detail; only mentioning it on ♨️!Yuu's initial post. Then again I may have missed it since Tumblr is being rude right now. Feel free to gloss over this one if it doesn't seem like something you want to answer.

I haven't written about this yet.

The staff are in the unique position of having free access to the Onsen and its service. In exchange, it gets to operate without an alcohol license.

Yuu has promised that all the drinks are watered-down to the legal requirements and no one is getting drunk (which is only half true.) Keeping the faculty in the loop keeps Yuu out of trouble.

The Onsen has a private spring designated for VIPs and faculty. It has unlimited food and bottle service.

The main reason the adults use it is because it's the only place to relax away from students. Say what you want but standing all day, and being surrounded by unruly brats is exhausting. The onsen is perfect for getting away.

Everyone has a reason to go and it differs for everyone.

Trein

He's old he needs a good soak in the mineral baths. He usually drinks a strong soju and talks to Yuu about his younger days. Grandpa has a lot of wild stories before he became a teacher. He also goes on and on about his wife and how they fell in love.

He treats Yuu like a grandkid and goes to the onsen mostly for the atmosphere.

Crewel

He completely changes when he's relaxed. Yeah, he is worried about Yuu but when he is tired he needs to cut loose. He will literally let his hair down for one thing. He smokes even if Yuu gives him the stink eyes and tells him to take it outside.

He usually let's Yuu mix him a cocktail or a house wine of their choosing.

He uses the spa services the most. Facials, manicures, pedicures, and hair treatments.

Behind all that, if you get him in at the same time as Sam he's a college student again. Roughhousing, drinking, and telling vulgar jokes. If Yuu isn't there to see it.

Sam

The only reason he's still allowed is because he supplies the Spa and bar. He doesn't ask questions either.

He orders hard liquor, dark. Whiskey, vermouth, and Adictivo Doble Reposado (a favorite in my family) He once tried to get away with ordering absinthe and was poured a glass of water.

He enjoys the steam room says it feels like a hot summer Louisiana day by the bayou. (Trust me you with that was true. Louisiana summers can be amazing but the swamp is no joke)

Sam likes to goad the others into drinking more before challenging them to a few rounds of cards. He doesn't play any of the workers because Yuu trains them on how to win or lose games on purpose. Those girls could whoop your butt.

Vargas

He needs a good ice bath and massage after training. He views the onsen as an important part of taking care of your health. Taking time to relax the muscles and taking care of your body is key to a long life and healthy mind.

That being said he orders tons of beer and food. We can't all be perfect. He falls asleep sometimes and snores like a bear.

He likes to play ping-pong in the game room but he's really bad at it. No one tells him because he's so determined to win. It's doesn't matter because if everyone is drunk they all suck but think they are playing the best game of pong ever.

Crowley

Banned.

Fine. He's allowed. Begrudgingly.

He isn't treated badly but Yuu would rather he leave. But the onsen would be shut down he didn't agree to let it stay open.

He takes off the mask for once and scared Yuu.

"Who are you?!"

"What are you asking? It is me your dear headmage."

"You're lying! Where is the bird man?!"

Yeah, no object permanence here.

Crowley will get wasted off his ass and join in any chaos the others create. Children, the lot of them. He drinks just about anything. It's whatever suits his fancy that day.

He gets his hair done while he's there along with his nails. Yuu finds it weird that his hair creates a natural black oil like some species of bird and his nails are as hard as talons and just as sharp.

[nelapanela94]

Nelaaaa!!! BB TODAY I AM HERE FOR SOME NELA X LEVI HEADCANONSJDJD .. tell me the little stufff toooooooo 🤍

Hi lovely. This one was so fun to write. <3 thank you for the request and please let me live in my delulu world 🌎

Levi and I currently live in Marley (What's left) in a coastal town where the streets finish at the beach.

Levi, though he doesn't admit it, is still afraid of the elevator. He just can't trust it. It jars him when it quivers right before stopping, and he hates it's tight and stuffy. He prefers swallowing the pain in his leg to risking getting stuck and climbs the stairs up to the third floor. And it is worse when the chains start to screech pleading for maintenance. In his defense, he claims it is a great exercise. He takes his time and says hi to the brats who live in the second floor. Sometimes he brings them desserts from the tea shop.

Levi loves sea food, specially shrimps. That is why I took some cooking classes with Niccolo. Steamed, stir-fried, tempura, in pastas, salads, rice and ceviche, I had to learn every preparation. Though we usually eat at home, we love trying new restaurants in town. From fancy to fast food. Once I tried to cajole Levi to a street food stall but he refused, questioning their cleaning procedures.

Levi owns a tea shop downtown that has been awarded twice by the city's chamber of commerce for excellence, quality and service. He was interviewed and his photo appeared in the newspaper, with Gabi and Falco thumbing up behind him. We still have the clippings of the articles, and Levi had the stars framed. He spends all day drinking tea, doing accounts, making payments to suppliers, bossing everyone around, the latter his favorite. When he loses his patience, he jabs the staff with his walking stick on the back of their knees. He also likes to go on Sundays to the spice market where herbs and spices from all corners of the world are found. He takes them home and experiments with them to develop new blends. Although sometimes we have purged by accident.

Meanwhile, I work at the post office right across the street and in my break time we had lunch together in his office and take naps.

We spend hours in the cleaning supplies aisle because Levi can't decide between lavender, cinnamon and apple or citronella. In any case, he decides on all three. One day after work, he brought home a wooden barrel with a crank handle. He explained that it was for washing clothes, although it took me a while to understand how it was operated. He acquired it at a home novelty fair after the inventor convinced him by promising to make our lives easier. I thought it was a scam, but he made it work! It really saves us time and I don't have to ruin my manicure anymore.

On my last birthday, Levi got me a gramophone. We love dancing in the living room despite our clumsy feet, and we’re often off the beat. But who cares, with a drop of wine sprinkling the mix, we hardly notice it. I’ve been collecting discs from thrift stores and garage sales, cramming our place, so Levi felt compelled to build a box to store them safely.

As you might guess, Levi is little fond of PDA. He only feels confortable holding hands, however, from time to time I’d steal a kiss to tease him. He grunts and mellows right after, blushing like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. In private, on the other hand, he’s embarrassingly clingy (don’t ever mention it). When we’re reading in the sofa, he’d snuggle on my chest and loves it when I drop kisses on his head and coddle him. He loves hugs from the back and unexpected kisses on the cheek. Levi is milk with sugar but needs to keep a reputation.

We love traveling. For our honey moon, we visited a tropical island in hizuru. Roasted on the beach all day. He’s still wary of the sea water, can’t stand the slimy animals brushing his legs. But he enjoyed the scenery, the food, drinks and long loving sexy sessions in our suite with ocean view. We’ve been to other places, even though the voyage makes us seasick. We’ve seen temples, museums, archeological sites, lavender fields, all captured in photo albums.

Levi and I live a slow, tranquil life after the war. I think that we deserve that respite. <3

[eldritch-spouse]

👁 summoning krulu's hands to get yourself off 👁

[Fem reader.]

TW: Exhibitionism, cultish mindsets.

It's dirty.

It's a disgusting abuse of the trust placed upon you, and definitely something you'll regret the moment you start.

But it's also a temptation you can't resist. It's the cookie jar sitting unprotected on the shelf, it's the big button with bright yellow warnings around it, it's the red light in an empty road- How could he fault you? You're only a creature of desire, of want and need and selfishness, just like the rest of your kind.

And all you want is his love.

The praise and adoration of your God so holy, the touch and fervor you've been trained to crave at the slightest hint, grown addicted to. You will never quite love or want anyone the same way you crave Krulu, the banished, the plague master, your purpose in life.

Of course, being a servant of siadar isn't all about wants, it's a routine of discipline and the utmost respect towards your higher- Of worship in every act, and in the case of a prized vessel, of flawless representation.

Fucking yourself with the boon he's been generous enough to lend you is definitely nowhere near flawless behavior...

The need however, is greater than you.

These last couple of weeks have been extremely busy for a plethora of reasons. A new floor just opened, its inhabitants require a lot of attention to get properly acclimated, and your lord is focused on a construct. All this running around means there hasn't been even the smallest window of precious time which you could seize to offer worship of any kind to your master. Krulu may live on in your body and share a headspace with you, but the two of you haven't been this distant since...

Well, a long time. You'll put it that way.

Feeling alone and needful, you became increasingly aware of the fact that you're alone in the break room the moment all other staff members bumbled out. Leaving you leaning against the kitchenette's counter, steaming cup of coffee in hand, flushed, thighs rubbing together.

At first, you only summon their hands just so you can pretend to be examining the reports left on the counter. Charred digits flip through white pages but your glazed eyes never poise on a single word, admiring the creases and veins of Krulu's hands instead. In moments, you're bringing them to your face. The sensation is odd, part of your brain can tell you're the one behind the action even if the hands aren't yours- It doesn't compare to your lord's actual touch, but it's the closest thing you have to him right now, so you lean heavily into the caress.

Leaning turns to kissing, lips trembling as you place chaste pecks on each of those fingertips, pretending you've been given the honor to hold his hand. Kisses upon his claws and knuckles, the other hand busy drifting down your uniform, cupping your breasts heartily. By the time it's pushing your skirt up and getting into your dark panties, you've got two of his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them in a way that would usually fill you with shame. If only you were given the chance to perform proper "lip service" again. It's been a while since the last time you've tasted him.

The slow stroke over your pussy is heavenly, you find yourself spreading your legs and sighing pleasantly, a moan dying around the digits in your mouth. You need this so bad, something quick, something to sate yourself so you can be functional again-

The hand massaging you stops to suddenly sinks its claws into your flesh, taking an oppressive grab of your entire cunt. You yelp, but the one in your mouth remains firmly lodged where it is, applying pressure to your tongue.

Some break you are having.

To say you didn't see this coming is a lie. Strong stimulus is always shared between the two of you, sooner or later, your higher would become aware of what you're doing.

But that doesn't mean you still aren't fearful of the consequences of your reckless actions, tensing as you prepare to be chastised. You attempt to utter something through the pointed extremities stabbing into your poor tongue, but all it achieves is a glob of drool that humiliatingly drips down your chin.

Excuses excuses- You insult me.

Never! Not in a million years would you dare.

Save your slaver for when you are ordered to speak.

Fair enough.

Summoned limbs no longer within your control, you watch helplessly as more of them form. Arms upon arms sprouting from your sides and back like the branches of a particularly macabre tree. One hand coils around your neck, a pair keeps your legs further apart, another gropes harshly at your breasts but doesn't offer you the privilege of direct contact. A pensive hum rings in the back of your mind. It's a warming sound, a deep, beautiful rumbe that has your head tipping back on instinct. Much to your surprise, Krulu resumes the lurid palming you started.

I could list the several codes you have broken in this one instance, but I need not do so, do I?

He pauses, you're not sure if you've been prompted to speak, so you merely nod. It's true.

You know exactly what you have done. Which is why I find it odd that you chose to do it anyway.

Palming turns to circling, your clit being tapped every now and then, with no particular rhythm.

My lamb does not act out like an infant. She does not lower herself to this pathetic display. And she certainly would not dream of utilizing the limbs gifted by her lord for pleasure of the self.

Guilt seeps into your very bones, but it's hard to look or sound apologetic when a finger prods its way inside your aching body. Immediately, your walls clench around the intrusion, attempting to trap it. You shudder, wishing you were allowed to sing Krulu's praises loud and clear. A bizarre yet familiar sensation graces you- As if something were peeling and poking at your mind, digging around, tingles spreading on your scalp. Memories, your higher is taking a gander at what he's missed lately.

A week of relative autonomy is all it took to render you into this miserable state?!

He seems more shocked than angry. The finger in you has stilled and you're trying not to groan in disappointment. You've irritated your master enough, let's not make it any worse. Your hips shift and your thighs flex with the effort of trying to not grind aimlessly.

A silence settles, you've known Krulu long enough to know this means they're thinking. In spite of being in this very same position numberless times before, it never fails to be anxiety inducing.

Stand straight.

He commands suddenly, forcing you to sober up. Doing as told is a bit harder than you'd care to admit, and you couldn't hide the disappointment written all over you even if you tried your damndest. However, none of the extra limbs recede. What is this now?

Walk. Get in the elevator, you will resume your tasks.

I- In this state?

Yes, chosen- In the state you have so gracelessly lowered yourself to.

You can feel his self-satisfied smile as if it were sitting right upon your own cheeks.

The moment you start walking, the hand around your neck tightens and two of his fingers plunge into your hole, a ruthless pace established out of thin air. He manages to pluck your nipples through the thin fabric of your uniform and you whimper sharply against his now thoroughly soaked digits, still drooling slightly. Nonetheless, on legs shaking harder than a newborn deer's, you manage to stumble forth and press the elevator button, slipping inside.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes while you select the entrance floor. Not out of shame or humiliation, you got exactly what you wanted, and you don't fear walking into the crowds while your master openly makes use of your body. It's the maddening pressure of his pistons into your cunt that's sending you into madness.

Hear me, and hear me well-

He calls, sounding a tad out of breath himself.

I demand nothing but the most efficient of performances today. Do not falter, do not halt, and do not lollygag.

You swallow, stepping out of the elevator once its doors part. A number of clients is already glancing quizzically at your state. You walk past Gallon without sparing the curious slime a second glance.

You may come, and you will.

You can feel it already, if the garish noises of your own wetness slicking Krulu's moving digits wasn't enough of a tell.

Because, since you appear to be utterly incompetent at self-restraint, I will personally see that your carnalities are calmed.

You swear you can feel his teeth rasping against your earlobe. Your arm flies out to steady yourself against a wall and your eyes roll back as an orgasm begins taking over, forcing you to hunch and shake, muffled moans making a tiny puddle of drool on the floor.

He laughs at you in your headspace.

Stop by my floor once the moon shows itself, my hopeless vessel.

It's going to be a long day, and an even longer night most likely.

[delusinalandpassionate]

Sorry to bother you. I saw that you'd gone through 4.5 and couldn't help but try to make a plea to convince you to join in the boycott of the game going forward.

Project Moon hasn't made a single announcement since the Korean-only notice of the story illustrator's absurd(and certainly illegal) layoff. I'm thankful a lot of tumblr's been made aware, but. They're clearly hoping the situation will blow over with 4.5's release, possibly with many international fans never even hearing of this... this absolute idiocy they've commited. They won't post English or Japanese explanations, they didn't even include the Korean one in the in-game announcement. They know they're in the wrong. It's cowardly and their horrible treatment of their employees and contractors need to face justice. We have to make clear we don't approve of these practices, because if we let them get away with this, in the present, they'll be doing it forever. Their actions have shown all they care for is the capital they get from active users, directly and indirectly.

I realize it might be hard to let go of the characters and the unique world of project moon that you've become fond of. Isn't it the same for us all? But I implore you to consider refraining from logging in, at least for a little while. The investments they get, that keep the company going smoothly, are tied closely to the number of active daily and monthly users, especially after a big update like now. If the international fandom could join in the boycott(not logging in, deleting the game or requesting refunds through the app store and steam if they've spent money on it), projmoon will eventually have to address the situation if they want to continue servicing limbus. I mean, there are other factors such as pressure from news media and the possiblity of a lawsuit from the illustrator, but this is the most definite way.

Projmoon's broken our faith in the worst way possible. They'd rather indulge the outrageous demands of a hate group that antagonised their employee over evidence of nothing and tanked their game's reviews for fun than show an ounce of sense, and personally? Those very employees and contractors seem to have been the heart and soul of the stories I fell in love with, and with kjh refusing to even pretend to understand the very themes his games have been built on, I can no longer take any of it seriously either.

Uh, well. The ask's become a bit of a slog to get through. If you have anything you want a clearer explanation on I'd gladly answer, and if you want to keep on playing I can't stop you. And I suppose it might not feel fair that you were the one I addressed, out of the many, many who are doing the same.

But thanks for reading anyway, because I loved their games, loved anticipating the future stories they'd tell, and kjh turned out to be the kind of asshole who fires a longtime employee over the phone at 11 pm over baseless claims with not a shred of regard for labor laws, and I am at a loss at the absurdity of this entire... thing. I had to say something. Hell world.

To my fault, I didn't think about boyscot as act of protest by myself, and saw people suggesting it on Twitter only when finished 4.5. It made me feel really stupid, especially when I saw graph showing how many people visited game. But now I'm not going to return to the game, at least until PMoon makes an announcement. I also feel horrible and confused, especially with the amount of false information around, which makes it extremely difficult to trust anyone right now. But I'm trying to stay optimistic.

Also hope that at least my mistake, will help people, satisfying their curiosity without need to read by themselves.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

It's no longer the wintertimes but I Do Not Care. Here is some snowy Dickate for yall

It's shaping up to be a beautiful Christmas in Gotham. The snow is coming down in thick, fluffy droves, piling on top of the ice that came down earlier, so it's also shaping up to be a particularly dangerous night in Gotham, just not the kind of danger Dick can do anything about.

It's beautiful, and magical, and Dick is pissed. He doesn't care much for Christmas one way or the other, most of the Bats don't, but there's someone in his life who does care about Christmas, at least a little, and he'd had some ideas, a plan maybe, but of course it is all for fucking nothing because that is what happens with long distance relationships.

Dick realizes he is sulking, which does not help his mood. If anything, he sinks deeper into his sulk. The problem is he doesn't even have anyone to be mad at, except perhaps the universe writ large. It's not Kate's fault a planet needs to be saved, it's certainly not the planet's fault, and he's not sure exactly why the planet needs saving, but if there's someone to be mad at there, he doesn't know who it is.

Aaaand now Dick is thinking about Hawkeye fighting an unknown foe in a dimension he can't even reach, which makes him feel like he needs to scratch himself out of his skin. It's not that he doesn't trust her team (they're on thin fucking ice but he trusts them) it's just that he would feel so much better if he was there, watching Kate's back.

Well, more accurately, for Hawkeye to be watching his back, with Dick in front of her taking the brunt of the immediate danger. Kate would quietly seethe about it, but she'd eventually admit that it's the best tactical move since she sees better from a distance and can also keep danger from becoming immediate, and therefore something Dick has to deal with.

They're a good team.

Dick realizes that he's no longer sulking but is in fact pining around the same time he realizes his legs are going a bit numb. He bounces on the balls of his feet, watches a sedan skid through an empty intersection before slowing to a crawl.

Thankfully there's no cars for them to hit, most of the city tucked safely away for the night. This car is probably one of the last few stragglers from midnight church services, and he can probably just head home. Not that he wants to. He doesn't exactly want to go to the manor, either, though that does sound marginally better than heading to his empty apartment. At least he won't be alone.

Though apparently he's not alone here. He can hear snow crunching behind him, though how they got this close without him realizing is slightly concerning.

"Nightwing?" A muffled voice calls. "I thought your turf was Blüdhaven."

Dick heaves a long suffering sigh before turning to urge whatever insane Gothamite is out to go home.

He registers the purple first. A knit purple hat pulled over long dark hair. Two steaming cups of some sweet holiday coffee held in Nightwing merch blue fingerstripe gloves. A split lip. Cheeks red from the cold. Snow catching in strands of hair.

Kate.

"Hey, stranger," she says, sounding almost shy.

Her smile starts to fade as Dick doesn't respond, as he spends too much time just taking her in.

"Kate?" Is all he manages to say. Smooth. His voice even cracks a little.

"Yep."

Dick feels a slow warmth seep out from his chest. "Put the coffee down," he croaks. He's freaking her out a little, can tell by the crease in her brow as she sets the drinks down on the wrought-iron cafe table someone dragged to this rooftop. He's in front of her before the cups even leave her hands and scooping her up the moment she's turned back around, pressing his face against her neck and burrowing until he can nuzzle against bare skin.

Kate yelps but doesn't make any move to get away. "Fuck, your nose is cold!" She presses him closer with a hand at the back of his head and locks her ankles behind his back. Dick doesn't let go, though, tightening his grip under her thighs.

"Didn't think you were going to make it," he says, once he's breathed her in enough for the moment.

"Apparently, I was 'moping' and 'making everyone feel bad' so they cut me loose for cleanup," she says, and Dick laughs into her skin.

[cloudraker]

Tfp Arcee x human female reader x Airachnid? Ploy please? If you can't or uncomfy with it I get it.

Thank you and have a good day/night!!!

For sure! Thank you for requesting and for being patient while I got to this <3

TFP Arcee and Airachnid with a female human s/o

Under the cut :)

Dynamic wise, Arcee and Airachnid aren't dating each other. Their only connection in this is you; they're both dating you in the sense of "This is my girlfriend (y/n), and this is (y/n)'s girlfriend Arcee."

Dates are interesting, to say the least. You've tried to implement a bit of a schedule, to ensure both femmes have enough time with you to prevent any jealousy or issues down the line, but both seem keen to ignore it

Going for a drive with Arcee to blow off some steam? Sure is strange that there's a helicopter all the way out here that just so happens to be going the same way as you

You’re going to this far off remote place for a joyride with Airachnid? It just so happens Arcee has a mission in the same area, she might as well tag along

It’s not that they don’t trust you, it’s the other party they don’t trust. It’s a tense relationship between the two, to say the least

Arcee’s love language is acts of service and words of affirmation, while Airachnid’s is gift giving (some of which are,,, questionable). There’s been a few times where jabs have been exchanged, one being called ‘cheap’, while the other was accused of ‘buying your affections’

They do their best to keep you out of their spats, forcing a basic civility whenever the three of you are in the same place

While it’s seldom they agree, let alone be in each others presence for an extended period of time, the one thing they agree on is keeping you safe from danger. During such an encounter, the threat was met with an explosion of fury the likes of which had never been seen before; the two of them working in a horrifyingly effective synchronization to deal with the threat

It’s a rare moment of tenderness between the three of you, Airachnid holding you uncharacteristically gently and Arcee checking you over for injuries. While the two of them are far from getting along, it’s time like this that make it seem not so impossible

[danganronpa-fixation]

May I have some Tojoshi snuggles? I'm just.. having an epic brainrot, and can't seem to find much.

Thank you in advance, if you do decide to do it!

(As Kirumi would say "I will grant your wishes." Please keep in mind however that this is my first time writing for ANY V3: Killing Harmony character, and I'm still new to the game, so I hope it turned out alright! Hope you enjoy! 😊

P.S: This would be in an AU years after they attended Ultimate Academy, but you know, without any killing going on during their school years 😅)

Ryoma Hoshi's own unorthodoxed style and demeanor most definitely didn't compliment the Victorian style and presence of Kirumi Tojo before him, and he knew (alike of most good or conventional things), that he was unworthy. He had absolutely no clue why the Ultimate Maid even bothers with the likes of him. She was a smart, strong woman who constantly proved herself to be unafraid of any toil, and the Ultimate Tennis Player had nothing but unbridled respect for her. Overall, in Ryoma's own terms; Kirumi was one cool woman. That's why he was absolutely astonished when Kirumi woke him up early that morning, steering a cart towards him with the pleasant scent of breakfast, pastries, and freshly roasted coffee. Ryoma knew that they must have been fresh because he could feel the warmth envelop him without even having to touch them.

Protection and defence was something Ryoma took very seriously ever since his horrific past, but over the years, he started to trust Kirumi Tojo more and more. Not only did he allow her to do some chores around his apartment when she would insist on it, but predominantly, he enjoyed her company. Which is why, he trusted her with the key to his apartment.

"I do hope that you do not mind the intrusion," Kirumi said, elegantly strolling towards Ryoma's undersize bed. Acting out of habit, she smoothed out the creases in the sheets and blanket she could reach around the owner (sitting at the edge of his bed) with precision. "I wished to surprise you with an appetizing, nutritional breakfast."

That's when Ryoma got a proper look at the cart Kirumi rolled over towards him. The silver tray in the middle contained a bowl of white rice with chopsticks on the side, small bowl of miso soup, and a plate with sausage, bacon, and a two raw eggs. In between this tray on one side were several dorayaki pastries, and on the opposite side was a fancy cup of black coffee, with a large thermal alongside it, steam emanating from the spout. Ryoma was fascinated by just how much she made. There was no way he was going to finish everything, but it all looked mouthwatering all the same.

"When I requested certain information from you the other day, you have stated your favorites for all different meals, treats, and snacks of the day. I do hope this is more than satisfactory and that my memory continues to serve me well. If not, know that I shall double my efforts and you shall not regret it," The Ultimate Maid stated, her whole demeanor radiating confidence.

Finally, Ryoma spoke. "Hmph. So that is why you asked me that out of nowhere question the other day," he said admiringly, idly adjusting the candy cigarette pursed between his lips.

Kirumi's hands delicately rested together on her lap. "If you require anything else, please keep me notified."

Ryoma chuckled softly. "Oh, believe me, this is more than enough. But, why do this out of nowhere?"

Everything about Kirumi's appearance and behavior abruptly became more composed. "I have noticed that you have been in particularly low spirits as of late, so I simply wanted to expand my services for something more than simply cleaning, and taking care of your many pets."

"You don't need to worry about me," Ryoma said earnestly, averting his round dark eyes from Kirumi's gaze.

"I disagree," the sage-haired woman said sternly. "Have you been thinking about them again?"

The closer the two got over the years after meeting at the Ultimate Academy, Kirumi started to read him well --- often knowing how he felt before he would even know himself. He would frequently regret the day he chose to open up to her about his past.

Knowing that there was no point in hiding his feelings from her (because she would refuse to leave if he continued to be stubborn and withdrawn), he sighed. "Yeah, I've been thinking of them, but also...her."

Kirumi furrowed her brows in concern.

Ryoma shrugged. "Not like there's anything I can do about it."

"Please, eat," Kirumi pleaded, her expression still conveyed with concern.

Ryoma did what was instructed and got out his chopsticks to take a small bite of his white rice first, followed by a pleasant sip of his coffee. He already knew she was an excellent cook, brewer, and baker since their meeting at the academy, but he never tried his favorites from her before.

They sat mostly in silence for the next half hour, and Ryoma insisted on her having a couple of dorayaki for her self. She of course refused, but she simply couldn't bring herself to refuse any further when Ryoma practically expressed it as a demand.

They both enjoyed the moment together, having good food, being in each other's company, petting any of the pets Ryoma had when joining him on the bed, with a peak of early sunlight shining through his shoji screens onto his bed. However, when Ryoma finished eating and Kirumi stood up, his face grew grim. Before she could inquire, he spoke.

"You obviously worked really hard on this. Don't you think you deserve to have a break every now and then?"

"I am a maid, I am used to such tasks," Kirumi said, smiling proudly.

Ryoma suddenly felt exceedingly timid, avoiding eye contact yet again, his small body borderline shaking.

Unanticipatedly without any warning, Ryoma lunged forward and securely held the still standing, startled Kirumi in his arms.

Kirumi was at a loss for words, her pale face tinged red — she never experienced such an act of physical affection before, and coming from Ryoma Hoshi of all people. She didn't even know what to do with her own arms and hands, despite usually knowing what to do with them --- finding some use for both during any sort of task.

"This is something I used to do with certain members of my family, as well as her," Ryoma said dispiritedly whilst in the embrace. His tone subtly shifted to more playful when he added, "Also, figured it would help you take it easy a bit."

Ryoma wasn't the person he used to be, he was now hesitant of expressing any form of love or caring to anyone that was another human being, even to those who meant a lot to him, like Kirumi. But he wasn't even thinking before doing this, it just... happened. When the realization ultimately caught up to him, he was on the verge of withdrawal, but he was incapable of doing so when when Kirumi finally held him back, slowly taking a seat on his bed, positioning their unified selves against the headboard. Due to their height differences, Kirumi bowed her upper body as low as she could so her head could rest atop of Ryoma's.

Ryoma felt afraid, not because of the act itself being unwanted, far from it, but because it displeasedly brought back memories of comfort, affection... happiness. It's been so long since he's ever felt like this with another being that was not an animal.

He side-glanced over at the tall, beautiful woman as he held her tighter, feeling like she would fade away forever if he failed to hold her firmly enough. Her eyes were shut, and she had a peaceful smile plastered on her regal face.

After holding each other for who knows how long, Kirumi slowly inched herself away from the embrace so she could stand up again, properly straightening out her hair, dress, and overall posture. "Now then, I shall take these dishes to the kitchen. It is best to not leave food out for very long."

Ryoma smirked and returned back to his usual cool-headed state as he kicked back and supported his hands behind his head. "Hmph, since you woke me up pretty early, I'm gonna get some more shut-eye when you leave."

Kirumi smirked as well, suddenly allowing herself a moment to ponder over something. Ryoma couldn't help noticing that she was concentrating pretty hard, her gloved hand holding her chin. "You know, getting some much needed rest myself might actually do me some good after all."

After Kirumi cautiously rolled the cart away from his bedroom into the kitchen, Ryoma's eyelids already started to droop, until not too long after, they were fully closed.

Ryoma was bordering on sleep until the sound of Kirumi's creaking maid shoes returned. One of his eyes leisurely opened.

"Are you in need of any further assistance?" Kirumi asked.

Ryoma was anxious to ask what he was on the brink of asking, so he took his time in pondering over what he wanted to say, carefully. Fortunately, Kirumi didn't seem to press him on in any way. "You could, you know... get some rest here... if you want."

Color was restored to Kirumi's face, and she brushed her long bangs away from her face. "Is that a request?"

Ryoma tried his absolute best to come across as chilled out as possible, but deep down he knew that he was failing. "Only if you want to."

Kirumi smiled warmly. "If this is what you truly require of me, then yes, I would."

She stepped back over to the bed, kicked off her shoes, and got into a similar position she was in last time, holding him in his arms. One hand around his head, the other secured around his waist.

"Are you even comfortable in that?" Ryoma asked, indicating Kirumi's formal outfit.

"It's not quite as discomforting as it looks," Kirumi assured. "Just so you are aware, I will be making more-than-satisfactory Elevenses once we are awake."

Ryoma tittered with his eyes shut. "How about focusing on getting some rest for now, huh?"

Kirumi continued to smile warmly, closing her own eyes as she made Ryoma and herself even more comfortable in their embrace. "I suppose you are correct."

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✶  ———  REPAIRS  ;   d.d.

summary: you and din are tasked with repairing the main vaporator for the palace. you both get distracted.

length: 1.9k

pairing: din djarin x gn!reader, established here

a/n: whoops, here's a glorified hot-and-heavy make-out session with mr. djarin himself, starring perfect comedic timing. slightly citrus-flavored. the beautiful gif (wee) is by @carricfisher from this lovely set. with that, enjoy an addition to reunion.

The sun is beating down on your back.

Despite it being mid-morning, the Twin Suns have risen with bite. You squint, raise a hand to block out the blinding glare, and huff once again at the state of the Palace's main moisture harvester.

The spindling, towering piece of machinery is one of ten that services the Palace — and it's also the one that's given you consistent trouble since you, Boba, Fennec, and the growing troupe of n'er-do-wells have settled into the fixture along the Mos Eisley dune-line.

Din, leaning back against a nearby rock, crosses his arms.

You're sweating.

You let out a low curse when you reach your arm deep in, tug at a cool bar's caliper arm, and twist your face into a scowl. With a little bit of a wiggle, the vaporator spire releases the jammed coolant component. The hot hiss of steam that follows is not a good sign — neither is the apparent breach of one of the gasket seals. You pull your now damp arm back and shake off the hot beads of water from the long bar. The inner compartment, when you bend to peer in, is completely empty. Hot, stale condensation clings to the main chamber's walls.

You sag back on your heels, knees digging into the sand. You give the bootleg coolant bar in your hands one long look. Then, unceremoniously, you wind your arm back and chuck it as far as you can into the dunes. It bounces off a rock a few meters away.

Your gloves hands find your hips. A distraught little sound is wormed out of your throat as you hang your head.

All you wanted was to take a damn shower.

"Littering is a finable offense in New Republic space, you know," comes Din's gentle jest.

He swaggers through the dunes, coming to drop to a knee beside you. The suns bounce off his helmet as he lowers himself to look into the chamber of the vaporator. It's not as if his conclusion will be any different from yours, but he is shocked to see no water at all in the large spire's main enclosure. It should have one and a half liters of reserve — at least.

That explained the banging of pipes that woke him this morning, and the more pressing annoyance of no water running to the Palace.

"I just made a Jawa's day," you say flatly, "And you know it."

"We can't fix the part?"

"That was the fixed part," you mutter as you pry your goggles up and settle them along your brow. Tugging your white face covering down, you swipe at the sweat along your upper lip, "Jabba was paying for some of the most expensive moisture harvesters on the market — this is an early model of Pretormin Enviromental's luxury unit. If you can find replacement parts, they're ridiculously expensive. I saw vendors on the Holonet calling this model antique."

He listens intently, tilting his visor to watch you tuck your face away again. "I'm guessing expensive isn't really in the budget?"

You — rather dramatically — slap the white, durasteel chamber door shut with an irritated scoff. "Trust me, Boba tried. I told him I'd strangle him with my own two hands if I found out he spent a hundred thousand credits on a coolant bar, though. Fennec backed me up on that one."

Din scoffs. Boba, it seems, is dealing with your persistent sense of frugalness well. Recycle, repair, reuse. As long as Din's known you, you've possessed an uncanny ability to make an inch go a mile. You've always blamed it on your years spent in the Rebellion, and the need to make a little go a long way for the greater good.

You're definitely exemplary at it.

"Any cross-compatibility with other models?"

"Some — if I can get my hands on one of the newer Avantech coolant bars, I'm convinced I can make it work."

Din stands. He dusts off his armored knees, then offers a gloved hand. You take it and mirror his earlier action. He follows your lead, matching your strides as you amble back to the lower entrance of the Palace. There's a tug in his chest at the way you bound ahead, then turn on your heel and swagger backward into the looming shade of the structure.

"Did you miss this?" you say with a smile sweeter than star-cherries.

"You?" he says with enough honesty to feed you for a day, "More than anything."

Your sucker-punched smile is hidden in a bashful reel of your head. You shake it, laugh, and cross your arms as you walk ahead. Din feels the boyish crush of his affection spark at the gesture. He likes making you shy. It's... cute.

"I meant the constant repairs—"

"Right," Din smirks beneath his helmet as you walk beneath the heavy, durasteel gate that hangs open enough to grant the both of you passage. There's a nice breeze, and you roll your shoulders a little in the comfort of the shade. He's watching you, admiring, "Of course."

You can hear the heady tone in his words, and you can't help the way your lips twist into an enamored little smile. It's the sort you try to wrestle away. But, as you unwrap your face and hang the linen around your neck, you can't do much to hide the smile. So, you throw it his way.

Din eats it right up.

It's all the consent he needs.

You hop up on a supply crate just inside the garage — the sun is still bright on the dunes outside, and you catch the gleam off Din's armor. Bracing your palms behind you, you lean back on your arms and settle your legs apart. The Mandalorian sidles up to you slowly, intent on admiring. His thumbs are looped onto his belt, and his beskar rings quietly with each step. That visor glints and you hold his gaze.

Over the last week, he feels like he's been making up for lost time. A year's worth, if he's exact. He lets himself get swept into these dizzying little moments — ones where he's contentedly drowning in the need to kiss you. He's dreamed about these little moments in-between the gutwrenching reality of loneliness. He's woken to the cold, empty hum of space with a dream torn from his head and your taste on his tongue.

He steps between your legs. You swing your boots. You tilt your head, and Din does the same.

"What?" you ask coyly, "Something on my face?"

"No," he says quietly; his vocalizer crackles as he bends down and nudges his helmet against your forehead, "Just feeling a little... distracted."

"Yea?" you say, trying to peer through the black of the visor glass and get a look at his eyes. Your voice is playful, "It must be the sweat, really makes me glow."

He laughs — a rare little thing that's punctuated by his helmet ducking.

It's a rumble. It's warm.

He takes another step closer and his knees knock the supply crate. The cool breeze comes off the dunes and hits your skin and you can feel a wave of relieved goosebumps rise. The heat isn't so bad here, but Din holds a different sort of heat. You can feel it through his gloves when he lays them atop your legs. The thin linen of your pants bunches when he kneads the curve of your thighs.

You lean forward a little bit more; your smile is caught, and Din doesn't utter a word of complaint when you fit a hand and reach for the bottom of his helmet.

You know there are rules in moments like these — so you nudge the edge far enough up his face that you can see the wry smirk on his lips. He doesn't give you long to admire before he's moving to press a slow, drawn-out kiss to your mouth.

It's the sort that winds you along, the sort that has you chasing his shifting weight. Back and forward and up. You crane your neck as he tilts his chin — all the while holding the beskar helm. His boots scuffle in the sand, his hands move to squeeze your thighs again, and Din makes a soft appreciative sound with you nip his bottom lip. It's a lovely little noise. One he tries to cover with a well-timed inhale.

You're smirking against his mouth, and the Mandalorian has to ignore his own precarious sense of ardor. In moments like these, he's wholly consumed by you — burning up in your atmosphere as you sigh and bow and bend and cling.

The open-mouthed kiss is hot and heavy as you pliably engage in this embrace with him — it stokes a fire in your abdomen. Like the burn of good wine, the sort that stains your mouth and makes the world spin. Din has a habit of doing that to you.

His hands move to your hips when your legs tighten around his waist. Your boots slot against the sides of his knees. Gloved fingers crawl to gain any purchase, to urge you closer. Your free hand then roots itself to the flat plate of beskar across his heart.

The kiss now is messier now, a little less chaste — and entirely the kind that has Din Djarin struggling to remind himself of his surroundings. You're no better, not when he pants against your lips and mutters your name and kisses you again like you own some worshipful piece of his heart.

Admittedly, this small little interlude has him achingly hard.

It's no better when you tug on his beskar chest plate to urge him closer, to let him loom over you on the crate and nearly pin you down flat. You lean back on your elbows, jaw stretching to keep him locked in the bruising kiss. Your legs latch around him a little tighter, and you melt into the feeling of one hand cradling your back. The other finds the underside of your thigh. He gives himself leverage, hiking your hip up enough that you can feel him pressing hot and hard between the juncture in your legs.

"Din—"

"I take it repairs went well, then?"

Boba's voice sends you both scattering apart so fast, you're shocked you don't fall right off the supply crate. You reel backward, head snapping in shock at the supply entrance where Boba Fett is looming — thank the light side he has his helmet on. You can't bear to look him in the eye.

And Din is no better. He's can't face Boba. Not with the state of himself. So, he faces the dunes, both hands on his hips, with his helmet bowed towards the ground. Din looks like he's considering flying out and finding the nearest Sarlacc Pit to launch himself into — and you're no better. Not as you sit yourself up, clear your throat, and slide down from the supply crate.

Fett sounds amused. You know the smile. Somehow it's almost fatherly. "Is that a yes?"

"Uh, no—"

"No?" comes the voice of Fennec as she ambles down the stairwell behind Boba, only to pause at the disheveled sight of both you and Din. One dark brow raises slowly, and her eyes flick between you and the Mandalorian who is shifting from boot to boot.

"No, we..." your voice trails off as you swallow thickly, "We got distracted."

With that, there are scoffs from the two — but thankfully no more questions. Only a proud clap on Din's shoulder as Boba passes, and a questioning squint from Fennec.

Din tosses you a look over his shoulder. Really?

You grit out an apologetic smile.

Din promises himself that next time, there won't be any interruptions.

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Hey! :D So, I read Daneel's character will be in 9 episodes this season, and I can't help but being afraid of that. Because honestly nine episodes is long enough to create a ~Straight~ relationship. And even if my fear is probably stupid because the character wasn't written for her and has something to do with Lucifer, she's Jensen's wife and... I dunno it's just Destiel will probably never be canon, and I would like some good metas to cheer me up? Not obligatory about Destiel, please? ^^

Hi. I know someone probably asked you this, but please I really trust you and your meta. What do you think about Destiel being endame now with Daneel in the picture? I’m so excited to see her but I’m so fucking scared, Destiel means a lot to me and i can’t loose them just because.

I haven’t seen this anywhere that is official. Only rumours of IMDb which is as reliable as the British rail service.

My tag so far and always will be on this #danneel x destiel if you want my past posts on this.

Look, my stance on this in no way changes because she’s in 9 episodes. This isn’t ongoing. If Destiel isn’t canon after 200+ episodes why would something else be in 9 when the point is NOT that it’s hetero but that Dean is not READY to have an endgame happy love story yet.

A heterosexual relationship just cos makes no sense based on my reading of the show so far at all, to do with any of the symbolical aspects of the show, it just doesn’t work at all. She can’t fix him and his 38 years of trauma in 9 episodes, he still has all that to fix for himself and why would she be his endgame more than the literal Angel who started him down this path to self acceptance, self worth, seeing that good things can happen and that he deserves to be saved.

It makes zero sense.

On top of that they have purposefully built up Destiel in the last two seasons. What for exactly then?

More and more people are seeing Destiel without prompting because the SHOW is making it so obvious.

It would be a PR disaster and nonsensical to the story they’re telling, the only way I personally see this happening is if TPTB made some rash decision to destroy the whole thing and everything has gone to shit. But I don’t believe this is the case and I won’t unless I see proof of this in the actual show. Wild “omg danneel is in the show therefore she MUST be a love interest” worries just don’t do anything at all for me because the SHOW is not making me worried at all, the SHOW is steam rolling down Destiel highway at full speed.

Sister Jo with her double sister meta name and faith healing being a big part of the symbolism of Dean’s facing his own issues in season who we are 13 and perhaps even bringing up John more textually for him to face and forgive him and his daddy issues to move forwards as she is a part of Lucifer’s story and Lucifer is the massive father figure mirror this season plus of course Sam’s story in this and Jack….

I far far far more see a likelihood of THIS than any dean x sister jo romantic stuff. There is nothing that lends itself to that logically in the show at all, only the fact that they’re married and really? Jeez. Yawn. I think even Danneel would probably laugh and roll her eyes at the idea she “had” to be his love interest, she’d probably far more enjoy telling him he’s an idiot or winking at Jared or Misha in front of him ;) on a less silly note yeah it is imo demeaning that she be reduced to a love interest tbh when logically for the story imo she could be so much more and so important to his self acceptance endgame, especially if it helps move towards a love is love moral situation that she and Jensen only recently made clear was really important to them and their family.

That’s what makes sense to me symbolically and narratively given what we have had so far and why personally I’m totally not worried at all, except for if the whole show has gone totally off the rails in which case it should be pretty obvious from other things too and I’ve not seen anything that isn’t absolutely 100% what I’m wanting and expecting so far so I’m not worried at all.