#i'm not built for heat i'm just not and no one really seems to give a shit

[evilfrogcereal29]

ANOTHER NIKTO X READER I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THESE SPECIFIC SCENARIOS JUST COME TO MIND DJDHSKS

this is made with a fem!reader in mind, I try to write everything kind of GN, so sorry, but gender is kind of important for this specific piece cause reader's mistaken for a man and doesn't correct anyone to hide their identity

Tw: drinking, swearing, google translated russian, probably a bit ooc Nikto, I make him a lil softer than he probably is.

Nikto x Disguised(?)!fem!reader

- "You're pretty small for a guy"

- you were more than used to that sentence by now, and you never once saught to correct or challenge anyone on it. Who cared? There where more important things than whats in your pants, and it was better that everyone thought you you a man anways.

- You were very private about your identity, you had friends and family back home you didn't want getting wrapped up in this shit. You've seen how petty people can be for just a little bit of revenge.

- you wore a full suit of gear that masked your feminine form, including a helmet with a built in voice changer. (You sounded similar to that of a metro-cop from half-life 2, but with way more clarity)

- You didn't even push the man narrative, everyone just naturally started using he & him for you, unaware of your past or who you really were.

- You were, for the most part, one of the guys. Your file even stated you as male. A serious oversight by the higher-ups.

- So then why was Nikto currently pointing a gun amd looking at a woman in *your* armor?

- *Funny timeskip that i added here because I thought it'd be a bit confusing jumping between these two bullet points*

- You often frequented the showers late at night, it was the only time you could wash yourself uninterrupted by others prying eyes.

- You never realized how often you and Nikto barely evaded seeing eachother. You’d finish, disappear from the showers back to your room, and Nikto would come in, with the same idea of a late shower as you within a few minutes to as soon as 30 seconds after you departed.

- Tonight though, maybe by fate, you both got the idea at the same time, unfortunately for Nikto, you walked just a little faster.

- Nikto almost immediately turned around when he heard the water running, there was no point. Yet there was also frustration, and an overwhelming urge to confront whoever it was. Who the hell was showering at this hour?! He’s never had this problem before, who was deciding to give him problems tonight?

- He cracked the door open, head peeping inside, his eyes widen big at you- whoever you were- in his fellow solider's suit.

- Now it should've occured to someone as intelligent as Nikto that this *was* his fellow solider, but he had known you for a while, and had never suspected anything before, he would've known if you weren't anyone you said you are...right? Had you truely bested Nikto?

- He pulled out his gun right as you seemed to notice him, letting out a yelp. You were a confident 'man' on the battlefield, but now, you were red in the face, caught in a web of lies you didn't even mean to string.

- *Timeskip from earlier ends here :3 there will be more timeskips tho because my ADHD ass LOVES giving context*

- "ублюдок, ты кто? Where is our teammate? What did you do to him?" He growled, cocking his gun and aiming it right at the girl's head.

- Your eyes are wide, as big as half-dollars, and threw your hands up into the air.

- "Nikto its me! Its me!" You plead. Only receiving a sneer and angry grunt

- "You think I'm a stupid man, маленькая девочка?!" He yelled, stepping closer, finger twitching on the trigger, his bloodlust rising.

- The running water is the only thing breaking the terrifying tension in the room, you're mind is racing, how do you get this killer off your back. You needed to prove who you were. Think! Think!

- "Please don't shoot- let me prove it, I can prove it's me Nikto. I-..." You feel your cheeks heating up, god this was fucking embarrassing, and Mr. Emotionless here is the last person you wanted to slip up with. Even if you did prove yourself, he might kill you just because he felt a little angry that you didn't tell him personally. You gulp at that thought.

- Nikto grins under his mask, amused, truely, his gun lowers a bit.

- "Go on." He muses, "tell me something only HE would know." He smirks, thinking about how he's going to lay your body in the shower and watch the blood seep down the drain.

- *Time skip backwards again here, cause I love me some backstory :3*

- Your mind races. You and Nikto weren't 'friends' per se, but you had a past, you had met him right around when he had come out of rehabilitation after his sickening torture. He was worse back then, he would snap on teammates. He snapped on you, pinning you to the wall once, eyes dilated and filled with a primal kind of rage, he pressed down on your neck.

- "Мы сломаем твои кости, как стекло, маленький муравей."

- You had picked up some Russian from being around him and other fluent operators, knowing a decent amount, and in that moment you knew just enough to fear for your life.

- Thankfully Minotaur was in the area, and while he enjoyed watching a good scuffle bewteen two soldiers, he knew very well that this one would end with you dead, breaking up you two with very careful wording and while staying a very far away distance from the still ravenous, blood-thirsty Nikto.

- Surprisingly, you didn't completely avoid him after that, not like you could, the allegiance seemed to love put you two on the same team. Something about the variety of both your skillsets.

- It was true, you had to admit. You and Nikto worked very professionally on the field, quick and easy kills, communicating everything with head & hand gestures instead of talking. It was preferable for the both of you. And always ended with success. So maybe thats why you always ended up near eachother. Still, you always tried to give the Psychotic man the benefit of the doubt. Knowing the story of his past, as told to you by Rodion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the broken man.

- It eventually built up to you having a very personal moment with Nikto.

- You were on a long-term mission, you'd been deployed in Yakutsk, Russia. Yes, one of the coldest fucking places in the entire country. Reaching nearly unalivable conditions- In your opinion- but of course Nikto never complained, he liked the cold after all.

- You had shacked up in an abandoned home on the outskirts of the city for the night. You laid on the one of the dirty mattresses left there by the old tenants, whoever they were.

- You shivered and shook like a rabid animal. Unable to sleep from how cold you were. Even in your full body of armor, it wasn't doing enough. You had those crap emergency blankets but even they, and the addition of the thin poo-stained mattress beneath you, didn't help with the very persistent cold that seemed to seep in through every crack of the home possible.

- You can only assume Nikto is fast asleep, at least, until you hear a soft humming, one that turns into soft singing, its gruff, and deep, but as you continue to listen, you find it rather soothing.

- "Здравствуйте, девочки Здравствуйте, мальчики Смотрите на меня в окно...." He sang, tapping his foot to a beat in his head. It seemed there *were* moments where nikto wasn't being mentally tortured by his own mind. Instead, filled with a melody from childhood.

- You rolled over and saw Nikto sitting criss-cross on the other mattress, his mask was slightly lifted up, but it was too dark to make out anything but the outline of his chin, and there was something in his hand, a bottle of Vodka.

- Now that you found weird, Nikto usually wasn't one to live up to the stereotype, in fact, he barely drank at all. Sure, he did drink lots in his youth, and still did a few lines of coke or toked off the occasional blunt when the offer somehow came up, but he was sworn off alcohol for the most part, especially vodka or anything strong, it gave him extremely awful headaches, he was hangovers bitch.

- You finally sat up after a few minutes, alerting him to your presence, his singing ceased and he pulled his mask back down over his mouth quickly, shooting you a dangerous glare.

- you frowned through your helmet that you kept on, blinking tired, dissapointed eyes at him.

- "Don't stop, I didn't know you could sing like that Nikto... Or that you drank-"

- "Господи, заткнись, сука. ты ничего обо мне не знаешь" he said defensively, you couldn't recognize every word but you recognized every swear, flinching at his vile language, but recognizing the slight slur in his words. A sign of inebriation.

- "Nikto...? You're drunk?" You try to ask, but he follows it up with a quick and defiant 'no' and more swearing. You let him, knowing better than you argue with the bullish man. Let him stop seeing red, than you could keep talking.

- "So.. what about tonight made you finally want to drink, I thought you liked the cold?" You ask, tilting your head.

- "I'm not drinking cause I'm sad." He corrected you coldly, setting the bottle down beside him, "The opposite actually."

- Nikto was...happy drinking? You didn't think normal people did that, but than again Nikto wasn't normal so- you supposed it made sense.

- "Whats the occasion?" You ask after a moment of consideration, and now that you thought about it, it was a bit rude, let the man be happy. occasion or not.

- "Everything is... Quiet tonight. I think we're just happy to be somewhere that feels like home." he says, tapping the side of his head.

- You're happy for him. He deserves moments like these. You find yourself scooting closer, settling down beside him when he doesn't shoo you away.

- "Tell me about your home, Nikto." You ask politely, taking him by surpise, catching him in a moment of vulnerability in his nostalgia and drunk-ness. The usual softness in your real voice, even with the voice changer, was present.

- He goes on to describe his early life to you, albiet, in bit and pieces, it's obvious he's holding back, relinquishing some details while stating others blantly. He also just doesn't remember much. Everything from birth to 5 years old is a blur for him. He just remembers his older brother and mom, and a vague outline of a father figure, but he left before Nikto's 6th birthday, Nikto can't remember his face or the sound of his voice anymore.

- He pointed out the song he was singing earlier, he listened to it often when he was a younger man. It reminded him of his mother and brother, of sitting at the dinnertable eating warm meals as a family whenever they scrounged up enough money to have the luxury of doing so. The laughter and love they shared, even if things around them were lackluster.

- He details early life in the military, his becoming of a spy and his... Eventual Downfall and capture.

- "One job, I got messy... I wasn't looking where I was going I..." He trailed off. He stopped telling his story and you reached a hand out, resting a hand on his shoulder.

- "Its okay. I get it. You don't need to tell me anymore if it hurts." You reassure, seeing the way he tenses under your pitiful touches.

- "I deserved it." He tried to continue, but you interupted him

- "None of that now. Just shut up and think about the now." You scold, noticing the wide eyes stare Nikto gives you.

- No one has ever told him to shut up before. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks underneath his mask, thank god he was wearing one.

- "Sorry." He muttered, and now you both sat there a bit stunned and quiet. The moment you were experiencing together left the both of your heart's racing, wondering a million things about the other.

- You because you had never seen such a soft, apologetic side of Nikto before, a man with no regrets, no empathy. He seemed so... Human?

- And Nikto because he couldn't believed he was being so soft and apologetic with someone. He always had his walls up. His mental fortress guarded with maximum security at all times. But you caught him when the Vodka- 3/4th a bottle of it that he found stashed in a drawer somewhere in the shack- had him weak, and you didn't take advantage of him. Didn't judge or even really cast much pity towards him. He didn't like being pitied. Fucking hated it actually. But here you were, rubbing his shoulder, which wasn't exactly an *unwelcomed* gesture, and sitting in silence with him. The voices were at bay tonight. Right now. It was just him, or whatever was left of Andre.

- "I used to walk 4 miles to school every morning in the freezing cold, and almost got hit by a pickup truck and stolen by a pack of wolves doing it." He suddenly blurted out, the previously warm vibes of the room returning as Nikto casted the past out of his mind. You were right. He was being too emotional, he should focus on the now.

- And right now, the booze brought him back to fonder memories, ones of childhood mischief and near death experiences.

- You looked at him with wide eyes and couldn't help the burst of laughter that followed, something that Nikto didn't find insulting, in fact, he was smiling too, underneath that mask.

- "You think that's funny, just wait til I tell you where I got my first tattoo..." He chuckled with his thick, russian accent.

- You and Nikto shared stories all night. And never once did Nikto question it, like when you told him you took ballet, or when you ripped your prom dress, or even when you told him about your first boyfriend. He shrugged it off. He wasnt exactly as straight as a board either. And the military exposed him to people from all walks of life.

- Of course, Nikto still thought you were a *man* at this point. A very effeminate acting man, but a man none the less.

- *Time skip ends here SORRY IF U HATED THAT SJSHSK*

- But now Nikto's world was flipped on it's head, as you combed through your mind, you find yourself going back to that silly song he sang. Trying to recall the words.

- "Здравствуйте.... дев-вочки.." you started, cringing at your poor pronouncations of the words and shrilly little singing voice.

- Nikto's eyes widen in recognition, all former sneers and snickers long gone. He wasn't joking anymore, and it seemed you weren't either.

- "Здравствуйте, мальчики..." You continued, your cheeks growing impossibly red, "С-Cмотрите на меня в окно.."

- "That's enough. Stop. Stop it." Nikto demanded, aiming his gun right at you again, "how do you know that? That night?"

- "Cause it's me Nikto! I'm a girl!" You exclaimed, getting annoyed yourself. You practically just performed for the bastard, and now he was still trying to shoot you, just like you figured.

- There was a moment of silence. And Nikto stood there, as if needing to process everything that just happened.

- "Put on the helmet." He demands. And you don't defy him, placing your helmet on, the change in your voice is like night and day,

- "I didn't think it mattered this much, I'm sorry." You said genuinely. Your voice deepened to it usual state, confirming your indentity.

- There a few more moments of silence before Nikto coughs, grabbing your attention. He straightens himself. Lowering his gun and putting the safety back on. There's a sense of embarrassment in his movements, he's tense, and avoiding your eye contact.

- "It...it doesn't matter. We'll just shower tomorrow morning." He says and hurries off. Another vulnerable moment with you, what was wrong with him?! He hated himself right now. For having never realized, and for having threatened you.

- Nikto did hold you in high regards, not that he would ever tell you or another soul. He respected your dedication to the work, and after that night in the cabin, a mutual but unspoken trust was formed bewteen the two of you. You never had a moment like it afterwards. Well. Until now.

- You don't dare go after Nikto in that moment, but you want to. It's late, and if you woke everyone else up and made them aware of the situation, only god knows what would happen. So you shower and head off to bed, replaying senarios in your mind, planning what you'd say to Nikto first thing in the morning.

- Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you see it, he beat you to it.

- You were still sleeping when a heavy-handed Knock came to your door, sending you scurrying out of bed for your gear. You reach for your helmet until you hear the voice on the other side.

- "Hey... Its Nikto...let us in, please." He says, his voice gruff and demanding as usual but theres something else there....Pleading? Hoping?

- You freeze, fiddling with your helmet before deciding its not worth it. You quickly move to open the door, making sure noone else is around before ushering Nikto in.

- He takes a moment to look you up and down. You're not wearing any gear now. Just some plaid pajama pants and a white tanktop.

- He sighs, shaking any stray thoughts from his head. "We should talk. About last night." He finally states, and you agree with a simple nod, motioning for him to sit next to you on your bed.

- It feels like last time, except the cards have been flipped, this time, it was your secrets that were being spilled, and Nikto had the questions.

- "Why?" He asked flatly, "why hide your gender?"

- "Why hide your face?" You fire back, rolling your eyes at him like it was obvious, "for privacy, same reason as you, as Krueger. We don't want anyone knowing what we look like, our identities" you said, using another member of the allegiance, Sebastian Krueger, as an example.

- Nikto's eyes dart down in thought, and he nods, "I see."

- Theres more silence, it seems that was a recurring theme between you two, long bouts of silence. Never once did either of you try to force conversation. It came naturally.

- Nikto really appreciated that about you in this moment. It allowed him to get his thoughts straight, arguing with the voices for a bit before he opens his mouth again.

- "No one has to know." He says, like its that simple, and stands up. He starts for the door and you move to follow, a hand on his bicep.

- "Nikto wait- that's it?" You ask, confused, but what did you really expect? Nikto wasn't the type to gossip. If information needed to be gathered and brought back his superiors, he would. But that wasn't what he was asked to do.

- "да, that's it." He said standing the in the doorway with finality.

- He shut the door behind him with a click and you stood there dumbfounded. Did any of that really just happen, or was all of this one big dream you were about to wake from?

- You pinched yourself with a winced and cursed under your breathe. This was reality. Could you really trust Nikto with this secret? Without blackmail? Without shame?

- Apparently, yes. As you would come to find out. In fact, you soon realize that this whole incident only made you and Nikto somehow closer.

- In battles, during tight situations, he was always there. Freeing you from the enemies grasp, carrying you with a bullet wound in your back. He was your personal guard.

- He wasn't being more protective just cause he knew you're a girl, he knew you were deadly. He's seen what you're capable off. No. You come to learn Nikto does this as a display of affection. Subtlety showing his appreciation for keeping his secrets, and in return, he keeps your's, and keeps you alive as well.

- After one particularly long mission, you're walking alongside each other, covered in dirt and grime, heading to the showers as the sun set and everyone heads for bed.

- You two showered together now, of course, broken up by thin curtains. It was a bit intimate, but it was an easier agreement than an already insomnia ridden-Nikto getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to shower.

- As you're walking together you nudge him gently, "good work today. You still fight well for a guy your age." You tease. Nikto knew full well you were hiding a shit eating grin under than helmet of yours, grimacing at you.

- "Yeah, good work to you too... For a girl." He says back venomously, earning him a playful punch.

- "Bastard! Don't be so loud about that!" You scold while whisper-yelling, but Nikto can still hear the smile in your voice. And knows its in jest.

- "It would be a shame if the others knew what a pretty little woman you really were."

- "It would be a shame if the others knew about the smiley face tattoed on your buttcheek."

- Both of your faces are red and concealing mischievous grins. This was you and Nikto's relationship now. Learnings eachothers secrets, and using them to pick on eachother. Playful banter.

- Everyone around base notices what you two are doing...just FUCK already you two... Damn. The tension is killing everyone.

- You and Nikto will probably end up together after a while more of this, its inevitable. You're just unjudgemental enough to deal with his freak, while also being one of the only solider's on base willing to put up with his terrifying, intimidating aura for long periods of time!

- Nikto always kind of liked you, as a man, and even now as a woman. And sharing your secrets only solidified that attraction in his mind. You were his милый, and he would keep you and your secrets safe for as long as he lived.

AHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT SORRY IF THE END FEELS RUSHED I TRIED TO CONCLUDE THIS LONG ASS STORY, I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH YAP I HAD IN ME😳

The song Nikto was humming is Кино - Алюминиевые огурцы, and was inspired by a comment on my post about Russian and Austrian musc left by @weepingmagazinesandwich and once I heard that song I knew I had to use it in a writing piece its just so sweet. The two playlists were made btw I just never publicly posted them (also cause Nikto's list is chronically short, and Krueger's playlist is already almost hours long) so- idk if y'all want those posted but lmk👍 I hope you enjoyed this- whatever you'd call it. Idk what to call the reader in this. Disguised!reader sounds so silly.

I have a sfw agere krueger drabble comin out soon, and I just started writing big chunks of the hubby!gromsko x reader hcs.

[cetoddle-archive]

godddd i cannot wait until i'm out of here and on my own fuck this house forever

[criminalamnesia]

HIIII!!! I just wanted to say that i really love ur writing! I've read ur traitor series and I can't wait for part 4! I'm a new author, and english isn't my first language, so it's sometimes very hard for me to write bcs i'm stil not that good, but ur fics have helped me improve<3💗!

thank you so much!🫶 im glad you’ve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

simon didn’t turn to watch you leave the gym.

he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.

he didn’t blame you for your anger— he couldn’t. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.

but he couldn’t take everything lying down.

did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yes— and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldn’t you understand?

he’d never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.

he had been burned and broken too many times. he’d seen the people he loved murdered because of him.

he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.

but there were some you’d never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadn’t. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldn’t give freely. he told himself it was because he couldn’t stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.

but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happened— and that’s what got him here.

simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.

and when someone you trust so deeply, someone you’ve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?

you can’t help but believe them. and that’s what simon did.

the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.

and all the signs pointed to you.

and although he didn’t want to, simon couldn’t help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.

price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.

johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if you’d leaked information.

then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldn’t be so bad.

simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what you’d said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.

maybe it was pride. simon wasn’t trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadn’t seen it sooner; angry he’d let you in at all.

but maybe it was hurt. hurt that you’d done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything they’d been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simon’s bed and whispering you loved him.

all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.

and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasn’t proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldn’t see his side of things— not like he could see yours.

so, he was an ass. he didn’t apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.

and he told you that he’d spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadn’t done worse.

even if he’d smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and that’s why some part of him held back.

he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.

but he couldn’t stand the fact that you couldn’t understand why he’d done what he did.

the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.

it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.

the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.

“this is a bloody mess,” the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.

“doc came and saw me earlier, ‘fore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.”

simon didn’t speak. price’s eyes met his, and he sighed again.

“fuckin’ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.”

“doesn’t matter what I say,” simon spoke, eyes still on the captain “they won’t fuckin’ listen.”

price shook his head. “that’s not true, ‘nd we both know it,” he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.

“spoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said she’ll try to speed up the transfer process. tryin’ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightin’ it any longer.”

“they’re part of our team,” simon spoke, tone rough.

price shook his head. “they are, but I can’t keep doin’ this. can’t keep pushin’ off transferin’ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.”

the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.

he didn’t have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.

“laswell say anythin’ else about tha’ transfer?” simon asked.

price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. “not much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt she’d tell us. for their sake.”

simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.

“she did say she didn’t know if it would go through. they’d have to pass another eval.”

they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didn’t believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldn’t outwardly say it, but price had known what she’d meant.

pushing the transfer through wouldn’t matter if you couldn’t pass a physical and psychological evaluation— and laswell didn’t think you could.

although he wouldn’t admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.

but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.

an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.

you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.

damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything you’d done for both of them during your service.

you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldn’t make that any clearer.

he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before you’d left.

‘you should have killed me.’

maybe he should have.

thanks to everyone for your patience! also just incase you didn’t see my post about it—

im no longer doing a taglist! my side blog @troiastitans will reblog my works from now on, so if you want to know when I post, follow that account and allow notifications!

as always, thank you for the love! (also I hope you all enjoyed a little peek into simon’s head!)

[ervotica]

Inspired by the moment in ACOSF when it’s mentioned Cassian likes physical contact. A fic where reader and cassian are besties and hanging all touchy, maybe reader is braiding his hair and the mating bond snaps.

Kindly requested to be tagged if written/published.

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

pairing; cassian x fem!reader

warnings; porn with plot, basically just smut tbh but smut with FEELS (the best kind), p in v, oral (f!receiving), cassian is a sexy bitch

word count; 2.4k

a/n; dooo we want a p2 (and to find out what reader has planned...) i'm planning one in my head so if you guys are interested please let me know! @bxm-1012 enjoy!

Cassian shows love through touch- whether that be an affectionate squeeze, a kiss on the forehead or a playful shove; it's how he expresses love for the people around him.

You often take the brunt of this, being his best friend. You walk the streets of Velaris arm in arm, squeeze into one armchair that really isn't built to hold even Cassian alone, but somehow manages to fit the both of you, fall asleep on top of each other in a heap of skewed limbs after hours of partying and drinking and dancing at Rita's. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

You're really not sure how you didn't see it earlier.

You're lounging in the aforementioned armchair when the bond snaps. Your legs are thrown over the arm and Cassian is settled in the centre, head to your chest as you scratch and tug at his shoulder-length hair, pulling it up into a braid. He tilts his head up, grinning at you through the dark lashes framing his eyes, and the whole world shifts on its axis.

Something stirs to life inside of you, a warmth blooming and spreading and seeping into your every pore; you can feel the way you're tethered to him, the gravitational pull between you.

You go stock still and your lips part in a silent gasp. Cassian's grin grows tenfold.

"You knew?"

"I suspected," he murmurs. He twists his body to face you. "I hoped."

"Oh," you breathe. You can't help it when your hand comes up to trace his cheekbones, the tip of your thumb skimming the bridge of his nose. His eyes fall closed and the bastard tugs on the bond so hard it emits a squeal from you, and you're pressing a palm to the centre of your chest to soothe the entirely unfamiliar feeling.

His mouth opens to break the silence but you're already moving, careening into his chest and burrowing yourself in tight. Your body sags with pure, uninhibited relief.

"You feel the same, then?" he teases.

Your eyes are glassy when you peel your face far enough to meet his stare.

"I always thought I'd have to make peace with it when you found your mate. I'd have to settle for loving you from a distance and that would be enough. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." He softens at the admission- your voice rasping and raw as you lay your feelings bare for him- hooking an arm beneath your own to drag you up his chest until you're nose to nose. "But I guess I can be selfish now, and keep you to myself," you whisper.

"Mm," he purrs, and the sound turns your core molten. "I like the sound of that."

He doesn't waste any more time before his mouth is on yours, lips slanting hungrily over your own; you part your lips in submission, granting him access to lick into your mouth, his tongue tangling with your own. He rises to tower over you until you're flattened against the curve of the chair, and plants his hands either side of your head to cage you in. His wings flare where they'd been previously tucked against his back. Your body goes involuntarily soft and pliable, heat prickling under your skin at his every touch. Instinct takes over- it's as if it's muscle memory. Giving yourself to him is as easy as breathing.

Your head swims at the feel of his body under your roaming hands, his scent that seems to shift from affection to something deeply primal and dominating. You urge him closer with a whine and a pathetic tug at his t-shirt. How has this man reduced you to a mess with no more than a kiss?

"Cass-" you gasp when his head turns and his mouth latches onto the sensitive spot beneath your ear; teeth sink into flesh and you have to bite your lip to conceal a wanton moan. "We-we should go somewhere... more private."

"Oh, don't stop on our account," comes Rhysand's amused drawl through the closed door. "We're vacating the premises as we speak."

A growl rips through Cassian and searing, unyielding need barrels to your core and pools there; it takes every ounce of willpower to not rut your hips against him and demand his clothes off that very instant.

"Sorry!" you squeak; as quickly as the word leaves your mouth, Cassian's smothering it with another eager kiss. You lose any semblance of control you were clinging to, a moan dragging its way from your chest and into his waiting mouth. A string of saliva stretches and bows between you when he lifts his head to look at your face.

"My mate," he purrs. "My beautiful mate."

Your eyes cloud when you gaze at him through half-lids, reaching down to grab the thick length of him and squeeze. His hips grind into your palm, something deep and almost terrifying loosing from the depths of his chest. It only serves to make your cunt drool.

"Wicked thing," he gasps. "Spiteful female."

You grin, wide and unabashed, before your hands grapple for purchase to tear at his clothes until his toned abdomen is revealed to you; you want to lick every inch of him.

"Desperate little creature, aren’t you?" he teases.

"Shut up!"

His eyes roll when you at last wrench his pants and underwear down his thick thighs, freeing his cock, hard and weeping and begging for your touch.

"Who’s desperate now?" Your brow quirks.

He echoes your sentiments, cadence deep and gravelly with lust. "Shut up."

Your snarking comments seem to loosen the tether he’s kept on his desire to hold you down and have his way with you, and you gasp when thick, calloused fingers curl their way around your windpipe; his fingertips are bruising against your jaw, tipping your head back to bare your soft throat for him. You go boneless in his grasp, eager to take whatever he gives you at whatever pace.

"So you do know how to behave," he muses, free hand coming between your bodies to paw at your clothes until they come away in ribbons, torn from your form and leaving you bare before him.

The first inch of him inside of you is a delicious stretch; your cunt parts and flares to make room for him. He pauses, and when he finds nothing but pure, unadulterated lust in your blown out pupils, he gives you the rest.

Slowly, agonisingly, he drags it out; moaning praises fill your ears as he grants you inch after inch of him until he's seated firmly to the hilt. His fingers are bound to leave bruises where they're curled around your waist.

You whine, fingernails digging cruelly into his sides. He’s so deep you’re sure you can feel him in your throat.

"Cassian."

"Fuck, sweet girl," he hisses. "Usually I’d take my time with you, work you up first until you’re crying. But I need you right now."

The breath is punched from your lungs as he sets a punishing pace; your spine curves and moulds to the arm of the chair when Cassian’s hands venture lower to cup the swells of your breasts. You feel his cock kick up inside of you when he catches sight of your pert nipples, hardening into buds at the exposure of the cool air and the feel of his hands brushing the sensitive beads.

"I’ll get my mouth on you later, baby."

You’d melt at the words if you weren’t already reduced to nothing more than mush from his dick alone. The thick girth of him splits you wide, nestling deep against spots you have yet to discover, pushing you further towards a precipice you’re almost terrified of— you’ve never experienced pleasure like this, to this degree. The insurmountable, unfathomable pressure builds until you’re coming with a scream, your body trembling around his own, cunt clamping down around him to suck him in further.

"There’s my girl," he coos, slowing inside of you to brush away the hair sticking to your slick face. "You’re perfect.”

You whine and cant your hips downward to rock yourself onto his cock, and the bellow that rips through him would have you flushing white-hot under any other circumstances; you’re too far gone to care, a shaking hand splaying against the ridges of his wing until he shudders under your touch. You moan at the sight.

"Now that’s just mean, baby."

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, gaze flitting up to meet his own with a coy smile. He brushes a slow line with his knuckles against your cheekbone— a loving gesture that has your heart clenching as well as your pussy.

"I love you," he says. "I love you so much."

"I love you," you repeat his words as he smears a kiss between your pinched brows. His forehead presses to yours as his hips rut up into your own. Dewiness clings to every inch of your skin and your knuckles bleed of colour where you cling to Cassian.

He brings you to completion four more times before he reaches his own peak, and only when you're reduced to tears beneath him does he crawl the length of your body, lips grazing over the slick skin beneath him until he reaches your cunt once more.

"Cass-" you gasp; your voice comes out a broken, strangled jumble of noise and he grins wolfishly up at you before licking a broad, long stripe from your spasming hole to your clit. Your back arches and you're not sure whether it's towards or away from his touch, but he stops you short when his fingers curl around your ribcage to press you to the plush fabric of the armchair.

"Told you I'd get my mouth on you, didn't I?"

Everything is simultaneously too much and not enough, and you're torn between grinding down into his mouth and shying away. Pleasure licks white-hot up your spine and you writhe against his bruising hold on your hips when the stubble on his chin scratches against your sensitive bundle of nerves. It's red and angry, swollen from Cassian's undivided attention, and it has tears gathering at your waterline once more. Your eyes are glassy and half lidded and he reaches up to brush the tip of his thumb against your cheek, his head never coming up from between your thighs.

Your skin sheens under the soft lights of the living room, sweat beading across the crown of your skull and your temples; you whine and thrash beneath him until your muscles seize and go taut like a bowstring, and pleasure drags you under once again. You're screaming - comes the dazed realisation - and your chest heaves as Cassian works you through it, offering up sweet praises for your orgasm. He smiles as if he hasn't just given you the best sex of your life.

You're utterly limp, boneless in his firm hold when he lifts your body to cradle you to his naked chest. The bridge of his nose presses into the softness of your cheek, skin rubbing against skin where he nuzzles into you.

"That was fucking amazing," you breathe with a laugh. "We should do that again."

"Mm," he hums. "Don't tempt me."

You giggle, pressing your face closer to his; everything about him intoxicates you: his smell, the feel of him under your hands, the dominating rasp of his cadence.

"We have something else to do first."

"What?" he asks, visibly deflating when you push yourself up on wobbling legs; your knees almost give out instantly. You can feel his smirk forming, burning into your naked form.

"Don't. Say. Anything," you grit. Your fingers brush the carpet when you bend to grasp a slip of fabric, and you quirk a brow at your sheepish mate. "My clothes, Cass!"

"I'll get you some more. Anything you want," he immediately says, watching you through half-lidded eyes. The love swirling in his irises almost has you staggering.

"While I appreciate that..." You lean down to press your lips against his, only pulling back to rest your brow against his own. "That doesn't solve my problem right now."

He snorts. "I like you naked. Maybe you should never wear clothes again."

"I'm not sure anyone would approve of that but you." Your smile is devilish. "Maybe I could distract a few High Lords at the next meeting..."

His teeth bare, a low warning growl reverberating through your very bones. You laugh, light and airy, and Cassian's sure you're heaven sent even as you send red-hot fury roiling through his veins.

"I'm sorry," you trill. "That was mean." You snag his own t-shirt, still predominantly in one piece, and slip it over your head; it lays against your mid-thighs and the scent of him cloys in your nostrils. "C'mon." You beckon him up with an outstretched hand, wiggling your fingers until he stands and slips his fingers between your own. A smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth. "Um, darling?" A pointed gaze has him grinning in return, clasping his chest in faux disappointment.

"I thought you liked me naked!"

"Oh, I do," you muse. "I'd just like to not scar everybody else in this house for life."

"It'd hardly be an unpleasant sight-"

"Yes, but I'm sure everyone would prefer it if I didn't try to kill them for looking." Your smile oozes saccharine, and then you're nudging him towards where his underwear lays discarded on the carpet. He pulls the material up and over his thick thighs and then he's back by your side in an instant; you preen under his adoring touch, pushing into the hands that slip underneath your shirt to grope at your bare skin.

"C'mon," you repeat, begrudgingly denying yourself the pleasure of sinking into his arms for another round of slow sex. "We need to do this first." You press your lips to the corner of his mouth. "Mate."

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part lll

In case you haven't read the other parts yet, here they are: JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part l Satoru Gojo sharing a bed with (y/n) at a love hotel (part ll)

This is the first time ever that I'm writing for Yu and Choso, so please let me know what you think<3

Pairing: Toji x reader; Geto x reader; Yu Haibara x reader; Choso x reader

Word Count: 3,7k

Warnings: Some language, a loooot of fluff in every part!

Toji Fushiguro

You blink against your heavy lids, head pounding the second you are greeted the dim light of the room. Immediately, your body starts shivering from the cold that prevails wherever you are. What happened? How did you end up here? It looks like you’re in a basement, a stony and dirty one. Your trembling figure lays on top of a bed as it seems, feet chained to the frame. Fuck, how did you end up here?

“Oh, look who’s awake. Did take you quite some time, sweetheart.”

His voice sounds distant and unpromising, the cheeky tone vibrating in it sending shivers down your spine immediately

“Where am I?”, you question with surprisingly firm voice.

“Hm, to be honest I’m not sure. Are you comfy or do you need company?”

He steps into your sight and your breath hitches for a split second. Yes, the man standing in front of you is extremely handsome, with shoulders built like cannonballs and his tight shirt that shows every trained muscle of his body. And that face…oh, what a lovely face. But the darkness that radiates from his eyes makes your stomach drop. This man means nothing but trouble.

“Touch me once with your filthy hands and I’ll slice it off”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Desperately, your worn out body fights against the chains on your ankles as his frame draws closer, but there’s absolutely no chance for you to escape.

“I wonder how long it will take Jujutsu High to get that you’re gone”, he comments, hand gripping your chin firmly so you are forced to stare into his cold eyes.

“Huh, you’re quite handsome. No wonder that Gojo boy likes to spend time with you. You’re quite feisty though.”

You forcefully pull away from him and stare down at your shivering figure. They will find you, right? They just have to…

“Comfy, huh? I’m actually a little worn out myself, would you mind to scoot over a bit?”

“Stay. Away. From. Me.”

Your words are like venom, eyes so dangerously flashing at him that Toji escapes a chuckle.

“Your cold, bet I can warm you up a little.”

He doesn’t give a fuck about your little protest. Instead, he pushes you against the wall and lays besides you, body’s forced to touch inside the small bed.

You can’t help it. Before you get a grip of yourself, your cheeks turn dark red while you gaze at him through glittering eyes. Fuck, why does he have to smell so absolutely delicious? And the heat that radiates from his body seems to warm you through skin and bone.

“Hehe, I knew you’d like that. First time lying next to a real man I guess.”

“No, your just stinky”, you blurt out.

His face drops immediately, as well as what’s left of your sense of humor and spirit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.

“You aren’t really in the position to have a big mouth, sweetheart.”

With a swift motion, he lays on top of you, gaze piercing through you as all you can do is to writhe underneath him. Fuck, this feels so good…What? You shake your head, try to calm your hammering heart down. What the hell has gotten into you?

His hand cups your face with a tenderness that you wouldn’t have believed he’s capable of while he eyes you up and down.

“You should be glad. Not many women end up in bed with me on top of them. Today is your lucky day”, he breathes out.

“That I don’t laugh”, you hush.

Your mind and heart are all over your place. Suddenly you aren’t cold anymore but burning hot, the sheer weight of his immense body seems to crush you.

But why on earth does it have to feel so good? This man kidnapped and chained you to this tiny bed. It is obvious that he only causes trouble, not even a gorgeous face can change that.  But the way he looks down at you, his firm body pressed against yours makes it harder second by second to not stretch out your arms to investigate the valleys of his tight muscles.

“You don’t seem to mind sharing a bed with me the way you press your legs together.”

Caught. You hold your breath and look at the ceiling. This will end horrible if you don’t start keeping your composure and stop acting like a horny teenager. This man is evil, he kidnapped you, you are his hostage-

Your hands hold onto his broad shoulder tightly, roaming all over his black shirt.

“Maybe just for a minute or two…”, you mumble.

Geto Suguru

Your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of him and he perfectly made man bun through which you recognize him from miles away.

Geto Suguru is back. Finally, after days, he made it back to Jujutsu High. Your feet start running on their own, too impatient to wait another second.

“Woah, easy there (y/n)”, he laughs as you lung yourself at him and burry your face in the crook of his neck.

It was so easy to fall in love with Suguru, especially when the two of you spent so much time together.

“I missed you so much”, you mumble against his uniform, arms tightening around his chest as if your life depends on it.

“I missed you too, (y/n). Heard that Satoru wants to throw a party, do you know anything about it?”

With furrowed brows, you let go of him. A party? Satoru didn’t mention the slightest about it.

“No, I’m completely clueless. But I’m set on an important mission tomorrow anyway, so no alcohol for me”, you reply.

“Fair enough. Let’s get something to eat, okay. I’m starving.”

For the rest of the day, Gojo makes no secret out of the party he will throw that evening in his (and Suguru’s) dorm.

“I really hope you’ll catch some sleep tonight”, you comment while smiling at Gojo, who desperately tries to convince Nanami to come.

“If not, I’ll just sleep at your dorm. Be prepared”, Suguru jokingly remarks.

Your heart skips a beat. Suguru sleeping at your place? The thought alone makes your stomach flutter in excitement and your cheeks go red. Way too many nights you dreamed of this to happen, to experience what it’s like to rest your head against his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulder while his even breaths brush over face gently. Gojo really doesn’t know how lucky he is to share a room with Suguru.

“I’ll be ready. Just knock on the door twice”, you giggle.

“Check. I have to get going now. See you tomorrow before your mission. Or tonight, who knows.”

Yeah, who knows?

- Later that evening –

Knock knock.

Your eyes snap open immediately. Did you dream that? Your still sleep drunken eyes dart towards the door. Oh, please let it be real. Let it be him.

“Suguru?”, you whisper into the darkness of the room.

No response. Maybe you just desperately hoped it to be him. It’s nothing new that Suguru haunts you even when you sleep after all. Your heart sinks, while you turn to the side. Hopefully he has a great night.

Knock knock.

Instantly, you sit bolt upright in bed. No, this wasn’t a dream. You heard it loud and clearly. Before thinking twice you get up and open the door only to get greeted by his smile.

Oh, that gorgeous smile.

“Is your offer still valid?”, he whispers into the peace of the night.

“Sure, come in…”

You didn’t get the chance to see him like that often, dressed in an oversized grey shirt, shorts and his messy hair let down. But he sure does look breathtaking. So breathtaking that you forget how to move for a moment.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do I look this bed?”, he asks while scratching the back of his head.

“No, not at all. You look absolutely handsome”, you blurt out.

Screw your fast mouth, why can’t you think and then speak?

“Oh, don’t flatter me (y/n). Not when you’re the one that’s looking absolutely gorgeous at the moment.”

Your knees threaten to give in any minute, sleep-drunken eyes just staring at him in disbelieve. This has to be a wonderful dream, right? Like the ones you try to rewatch over and over again. But no, Suguru is standing right in front of you, his soft smell radiating from his stunning figure. This is very real.

He clears his throat.

“Looks like the party won’t end anytime soon and I’m just too worn out to be awake another minute. Would you mind going to sleep? I’ll take the floor.”

“No, absolutely not”, you protest.

No way in hell is Suguru sleeping on your floor after a difficult mission.

“I’ll sleep on the chair”, you suggest.

“No way in hell, (y/n). I’m your guest and you’re leaving for an important mission tomorrow.”

“Then we’ll have to share my bed I guess”, you say your thoughts out loud.

Thick silence hangs in the air. God, you wish the floor would swallow you whole. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you suggest something so dumb? There is no way that Suguru wants to share a bed with you-

“If you don’t mind, I’m in”, he replies.

You have to blink a few times, did he really just say yes?

“Do you like sleeping on the wall?”

“Y-Yes…”, you stutter.

“Then get in.”

Your feet follow his instruction on their own, carrying you back into bed. The mattress gives in under his weight, causing your arm to slightly brush against his.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, you mutter awkwardly.

“Don’t be. I always liked to be touched by you”, he admits.

Your heart stops.

“(y/n), what I want to say is that…No bed is as comforting as spending my time with you. I just feel like I like you a little more than just as a friend…”

“I love you”, you breathe out without thinking twice.

God, how much you love Suguru Geto. No matter how long he’s gone, no matter how often you told yourself that there will never be more between both of you than a friendship, you always craved more.

You always graved him. Completely, everything from him.

He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you just know this has to be real. No more dreaming, no more imagining. Suguru is laying right by your side, holding you close to his body.

“Thank god Gojo throws that stupid party tonight”, he comments, hand gently caressing your face.

“Thank god this dream became real…”

Yu Haibara

You jump up and down in joy, giggling loudly at the sight in front of you. Finally, it is this time of the week again. The time of your movie night with Yu.

“I knew you’d love some sushi, so I thought I’d surprise you!”, he announces, smiling widely.

You don’t know how or when it started. Since you’re both in first class of Jujutsu High, you always spent a lot of time together. Right at the beginning you both discovered your passion for good films. One thing lead to another and now you’re having a movie night each Friday.

It’s way more than that for you, though.

“You’re the best!”, you yell in excitement, embracing him in a tight hug.

“No, you’re the best. Come on, let’s waste no time.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you with him into his dorm.

You can’t believe your eyes.

“Oh my”, you breathe out.

This is way too cute. Yu decorated his room with candles and a fairy light, windows completely darkened. His bed is turned into a blanket castle, tv directed towards it. Your heart flutters, tears start stinging in your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do that”, you hush, absolutely mesmerized by how magical the room looks.

“I wanted to do something special for you tonight, (y/n).  Since you are so special to me”, he explains briefly.

His chocolate brown eyes stare down at you with nothing but affection in them. If you could, you would melt away in an instant. What a sweet and caring boy he is. Always there for others, careful about putting a smile on the faces of those around him. You can’t help but admire him for his beautiful soul and character. God, you truly don’t deserve this amount of kindness.

“Oh Yu, I think I need to cry.”

Tenderly, you wrap your arms around him once more, take in his soft scent that sticks to his white shirt that you love on him so much.

“Come on, no need to cry. Let’s get into bed instead!”

Gently, he pushes you into the mattress and hands you a pair of chopsticks.

“As it’s my turn to choose a film, I decided on something Ghibli”, he proudly announces.

All you can do is stare at him in awe. He is so breathtakingly gorgeous that you can’t believe you sit next to him on his bed. Every Friday, your heart skips a beat when gazing upon his features. He makes it look so easy to smile in a world that seems hopeless most of the time, always optimistic.

“Are you okay, (y/n)?”

You shake your thoughts away, cheeks redden. Damn, he caught you staring. He smiles softly at you, hand gently brushing against your arm. Oh, you see stars.

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed I guess…”, you mumble.

“No need to be overwhelmed. You deserve the world! This is a small gesture compared to how great you are!”

By the way his eyes light up you can tell that he truly believes in his own words.

“Hey (y/n), would you mind cuddling a little? I guess I just really love your hugs.”

Time stands still, you fumble for words. If you mind to cuddle, with him? Absolutely not. No, this is what your dreams are made of.

“Not at all.”

“Great!”

Gently, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and positions the blanket on top of both of you, sushi placed on his lap. You let your head sink against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment. Oh, how much you longed for that Friday nights, how much you adore his touch. The unusual sensation of him asking for cuddles sends a shiver down your spine and makes your heart flutter in excitement.

“You know, I love it when we lay in my bed and watch movies. It’s my highlight every week”, he confesses casually between eating some sushi.

“Really?”

“Of course! Your great company and your taste in movies is exquisite.”

You let out a cute little giggle at the way he dramatically pronounces the last word of his sentence, index finger stretched out in front of his nose. Yu never failed to make you smile.

“I just hope this never ends. I really like you, Yu…”

Your confession sounds so strange coming out of your mouth, but you can’t hold it back any longer.

“Well, I really hope you do considering you are my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend!? Your eyes dart at him in shock, mouth hanging open while your mind fumbles for the right words.

Girlfriend? He never mentioned that he’s in a relationship before, especially not with you.

“I mean, you are my girlfriend, right? After all we’re spending so much time together and it’s clear that you like me and I like you”, he adds, confused by the way your expression changed.

“You know that normally, people ask each other out, right?”, you enquire, still staring at him like an idiot.

Yu simply shrugs his shoulders while gifting you with another of his breathtaking smiles.

“Why asking if I already know that we like each other? Seems pretty unnecessary to me. Or do you not want to?”

You can see the way his grin slightly drops at this possibility. No, no, no, this is absolutely not what you wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes. I absolutely want to”, you blabber out.

He lets out a laughter, arms wrapping themselves around you tightly while your heart hammers against his chest. You’ve been imagining a relationship with him for so long while he’s been living in it for what seems like weeks? You giggle into yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, this is absolutely typically for him.

“I’m glad you’re with me in this relationship now”, he notes.

“Yeah, me too…”

Choso

“Oh my god, this is just way too exciting!”, you blabber, eyes darting around the dark hallway to soak the moment in.

“You know you’re getting kidnapped, right?”, Choso questions.

“But this is my first time getting kidnapped!”, you clarify.

Wow, this is unusual. You seem so unbothered by the fact that your life is in danger than even Choso himself is too stunned to speak.

“Are you gonna torture me too!?”

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

The enjoyment that lights up your eyes, your hands not even trying to fight against the chains and how you roam around in pure pleasure. This was supposed to be a blackmail attempt in order to tease Satoru Gojo out. After all, you are one of his precious students. But it seems like it doesn’t work out like that at all.

“You aren’t human, right? Hm, let me guess…”

“I’m incarnated, dumbass.”

“Oh, that’s really interesting! Would you mind telling me more about yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Can I touch you?”

“No.”

“What a bummer…”

You sign as you look up to his tall figure.

“You’re actually quite handsome”, you comment casually.

Irritated, Choso grabs your shoulder and pushes you against a nearby wall, absolutely thrown off course by your sudden compliment.

“Aren’t you at least a little scared of me?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“I mean, the others told me that you are a special grade and I’m a grade 2, so I’m no match. But you don’t seem like a bad guy to me at all, more like quiet and introverted”, you explain briefly.

Urgh, that spark of innocence in your doe eyes makes it hard for Choso to seem unpromising. Maybe it would have been better to send Mahito after you…

No. Something inside him resists this idea. No way in hell will Mahito get is dirty hands on you.

Choso shakes his head and lets go of your shoulders, continuing to escort you. He has a mission to finish, after all.

“May I ask why you brought me here?”

He stops in his tracks while side-eyeing your frame.

“You’re here to attract Satoru Gojo.”

Even from afar, he can’t help but admire your features. Yes, you are very easy on his eyes, the way you stare at him in nothing but admiration, as if he’s something special apart from his outstanding abilities…

What the hell has gotten into him? He is a half cursed spirit, feelings like affection have no place in his world. You are nothing more than an annoying mission to him.

“I’m sorry about what has happened to your brothers”, you suddenly blurt out.

He can’t believe his ears. Slowly, he turns around to face you, features completely twisted in anger until he looks in your eyes.

Your eyes of innocence that are filled with nothing but sadness and sincerity.

“That’s none of your business”, he spits at you.

“Oh, but it is. My people are responsible for you being miserable and you seem like a genuinely nice guy”, you remark.

How ironically, he thinks to himself. To be called nice by a jujutsu sorcerer. You two couldn’t be more different. It’s your job to exorcise curses like him, curses that threaten humanity.

“Get in there”, he instructs you.

You follow the direction of his stretched out finger without thinking twice into the small room on the end of the hallway.

“Pretty nice for a prison, wow, there’s even a bed!”, you cry out and jump on the mattress.

It’s pretty hard, you have to admit. But better than what you’d imagined being held hostage would be like.

“Are you staying here with me?”

“I have no other choice. You’re my mission and I’m in no mood for trouble.”

“Oh, that’s cool! I’d love to chit chat with you!”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at you. After talking non-sense for half an hour, you now lay passed out on bed, snoring softly. How are you even able to close an eye when your life is in danger? If he wanted to, he could kill you without blinking. He signs to himself.

He wouldn’t do that though. Not when something about you seems so mesmerizing. Is it the way your hair falls so perfectly and frames your face? Or how you carry yourself with so much confidence that not even a cursed spirit can break your optimism? Maybe your effortless beauty is the source of all evil.

It’s just…you. He allows himself to get closer, sitting next to your passed out body on the bed. You look so peaceful, as if you’re just lying in bed, waiting for another day to arrive. He wished he could be so carefree, so cheerful.

Gently, his hand caresses your cheek. Why do you have to look so damn lovely, even to him?

“Can you hold me?”, you mumble sleep drunken.

He holds his breath. Fuck, did you just catch him stroking you? No, your eyes are still closed and a few seconds after those words escaped your lips, a soft snoring is heard again. You talked in your sleep. You asked him to…cuddle you.

Carefully, he places himself besides you on this way too small bed, arm hesitantly wrapping itself around your waist. Oh, you feel so warm, your sweet perfume tingling in his nose. What a truly lovely human being you are, so different from all the other people he has met yet.  Maybe…Maybe you are indeed different. Maybe not all humans have to be killed.

“Can you scratch my head?”, your acquitted voice requests.

“Don’t get greedy”, Choso warns you, before massaging your head.

[salmon-bagel]

Tf2 mercenaries x Seductress! Class! Reader

Warning: nsfw content, female reader, sexism

Scout

When Scout heard that there's a woman who's a professional at seduction, he had already started plotting.

"Hello, name is Y/n L/n, but you can call me the Seductress. It's nice to meet you."

"Heya, nice to meet cha' mommy- Oh, i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy-"

Constantly hits on you. Scout believes that you're the type of girl that's 'easy', someone who will let anyone bang them regardless of who they are.

That boy isn't going to leave you alone until you let him into your pants.

Even when he's not busy trying to get in between your legs, Scout is asking you for advice on how to woo the ladies. Considering you're a professional at flirting with people.

You go back and forth on giving him good advice and bad advice. Sometimes you feel bad that he can't get a girlfriend. Then again, you think to yourself that no woman should be within three feet of Scout because of how much of a horny asshole he is.

After some time, you did grow to have a soft spot for him. Since he's bullied a lot by the other mercenaries. He can be kinda cute when he's not being a complete jerk.

Soldier

Soldier treats you like the other mercenaries. Ruthlessly bleating in your ear when you're doing something wrong.

"GIVE ME ONE HUNDRED SQUATS NOW! I WANT THAT AMERICAN ASS NICE AND PERKY BY THE TIME YOU'RE DONE!"

He wants the best from you. Regardless of your gender, he'll push you to the limit until he's proud enough to call you a warrior.

Soldier tests that you're a good seductress by making you flirt with him. It's an ego boost on his part, but he's genuinely trying to make sure you're hot enough for the enemy.

"YOU CALL THAT FLIRTING!? I'VE HEARD BETTER FLIRTING FROM A MONKEY! AT LEAST THEY CAN PUCKER THEIR LIPS BETTER UNLIKE YOURS!"

Buys you clothing that he believes would work well when you're seducing the enemies. It's always american themed swimwear or lingerie. You began to believe he's just buying that for himself for you to try.

Whenever the team successfully wins for the day, Soldier immediately rushes towards and smacks your ass as hard as he can.

"NOW THAT IS AN ASS I'M PROUD TO CALL AMERICAN!"

Sniper

Sniper believes your work is very unprofessional. Considering he believes you have to whore yourself out to the enemy team. Instead of using your actual skills.

He says he has nothing against prostitution or sex work in general. Sniper just thinks that stuff you do should be kept behind doors and not on the battlefield. He says it causes too much of a distraction. However, you claim that 'distraction' is the point. Sniper doesn't seem to get it.

You honestly could care less what he thinks. Snipers throws jars of piss for a living, and he really thinks he has the right to judge other people?

The truth is you're good at seducing people. Too good. That it distracts him from doing his own job. Sniper has a tendency to watch you through the scope of his gun.

The way your body gets all hot and sweaty from the terrible heat, oh it does something to him. Sniper has imagined licking your sweat off your tits while you degrade him for being such a filthy fuck.

You are his go-to jerk off material. The women in his porno magazines don't get him off like they used. The only way he can relieve himself now is by imagining your fat ass bouncing on his cock.

When he noticed a pair of your panties in the laundry basket, Sniper couldn't help himself to inhale the sweet scent of your panties before putting them back.

Sniper knows he's a damn hypocrite.

He slut shames you for what you do, only to get off to you afterwards. The post nut clarity consumes him with guilt and shame.

Sniper still hasn't built up the courage to apologize to you.

Heavy

Heavy is one of the very few people who treat you like an actual human being. He was raised by a single mother alongside three sisters. Heavy knows to treat a woman right. Less he wishes to face their fury.

Heavy doesn't understand why you seduce the enemy. You're supposed to shoot at the enemy, not bat your eyelashes and wink! However, after watching your work on the battlefield, he gets to more of an understanding.

"Oh, I see. You lie to enemy and lure them in like fish? HA! Very clever!"

Absolutely loves gunning down the enemy that is distracted by you.

Is one of the few men who genuinely falls for you for your personality. Heavy knows you're drop-dead gorgeous, but he knows that beneath all that beauty is a truly intelligent woman. You earned your place on the team by impressing Mann Co., with your skills instead of batting your eyelashes and begging to be a part of the team. You make his heart swoon like no other woman has.

He likes to write you poetry. It helps convey how he feels for you because he's too bashful to put it into simple words.

Heavy is not afraid of anything. Nothing, not even death itself. However, it took him a lot of courage and constant rehearsal to ask you out on a date.

He hopes to start a genuine relationship with you. Heavy doesn't want a one-night stand or be friends-with-benefits with you. He wants you to be his girlfriend and maybe possibly his wife later down the line.

Engineer

"Well, I'll be! Aren't you the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Engineer is taken aback by your good looks and sauve personality. He genuinely questions why you wanted to be a mercenary. A beautiful lady like yourself is too of high risk to get hurt!

Will always be there to help you if it gets too much for you to handle.

However, he can be very overprotective over you on the battlefield. Engineer thinks it would be safer for you to stay on the rancho relaxo than getting shot at by the enemy. As much as you'd like to not do anything on the job, Mann Co. isn't paying you to be lazy. They see everything and will tell you to get off your ass and start fighting.

You have to beg Engineer that you can do it on your own. He understands your point of view and begrudgingly lets you fight with the others. Even if it means going against his code of defending and protecting a lady when she needs it.

While putting up dispensers and sentries, he can't help to admire you from afar. Engie believes that a guy like him has no chance with a girl like you. What woman would be interested in a bald man who has a robotic hand and locks himself away in his work? No gal that's who.

Engie fantasizes about working up the courage to flirt with you and ask you out, which would eventually lead to a rather sensual night spent together. He did try to ask you out once but miserably failed. Engie kept stuttering and mispronouncing words out of nervousness while attempting to seduce you. You couldn't make out what he was trying to say. Thankfully, Demo had the heart to pull Engie out of that mess of a conversation and save him from further embarrassing himself.

So now, he just admires you from afar. Dreaming that one day he'll get to win your heart.

Spy

Surprisingly, he wants to get to know you as soon as possible. It's not every day you get to meet a lovely lady.

When he learns of your class type, oh boy, this man will make you question if you're even meant to be the Seductress.

"Mademoiselle, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Do you know why they call Paris the city of love? Why don't I take you there and show you?"

"If the verb ‘to love’ didn’t exist, I would have invented it upon seeing you."

Spy leaves your entire face red and completely frozen after he's done talking to you. He's so flattering and charismatic. In comparison to the other men, he makes it seem like they're not trying at all. It isn't their fault, though, Spy is a natural at wooing the ladies.

You're surprised when Spy gifts you things that you really like. You never shared these intimate details with him before or with the other mercenaries. When you asked him how he knew what you specifically liked, Spy merely winks at you and grins. He has a way of receiving information without anyone knowing.

He has a tendency to kiss the back of your hand whenever you two are greeting each other. Spy is a gentleman and can't help himself to be sweet to a beautiful woman.

When Spy asks you out on a date, you agree to it because you have been meaning to go out. You felt like you'd go insane if you stayed in the base any longer. You put on your best dress and left with Spy into town.

After having a nice meal and a few glasses of wine, both of you give into temptation. Spy could hardly keep his hands off you when he drove you both back to the base. All your clothes came off the moment you reached his bedroom. You found it a little strange he refused to take off his mask. Oh, what the hell. He's hot and treated you to a nice date.

In the morning, you receive uncomfortable stares from the other mercenaries. Let's just say you and Spy weren't exactly quiet during your lovemaking. Unfortunately for the others, you decided Spy would become your fuck buddy.

Medic

He's been meaning to include a female subject in his experiments- I mean, he's glad to meet you!

You try your best to steer clear of him. However, on the front lines, it isn't so easy. When you're constantly getting shot at and stabbed by enemies, you'll need the Medic's help to get better.

When he sees you in action, Medic feels a new emotion that he's never felt before. Is this.. love? Maybe it is. Or maybe it's just lust.

Medic has never been infatuated with any woman. Except you. The way you lure in these pathetic men with your good looks and false promises, only to kill them afterwards- oh God, it makes him giddy. He feels like a schoolboy all over again!

Medic does routine check-ups on you. To make sure all your lady parts are in working order. In reality, this perverted fuck wants to have an excuse to grope you. Always gaslights you into believing he's not being a degenerate.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Why, of course! Breast cancer isn't something to take lightly!" He'd respond. You would understand, but after thirty minutes of him fondling your breasts, you knew what his true intentions were.

Medic writes you love letters and his dove, Archimedes, deliver them to you.

The letters start off relatively sweet. Medic writes that he views you as a Goddess, a truly ethereal being that is too perfect for this world filled with lesser mortals. And how he's the only man truly worthy for you.

Then, the letters take a complete turn the more you read it. He writes how he wishes to fulfill every filthy fantasy he's ever had with you. Oh boy, the list is long. For one, Medic wants to tie you down, gag you, and breed you like the filthy whore you are. Another consited of how he wants to fuck you on the battlefield while you're bleeding out and fingering your open wound as if it was your pussy.

You've stopped reading his letters and tend to light them on fire.

Demoman

"So, how much do you regularly charge for a quick shag?" He'd ask you before laughing his ass off.

Demo will never take you or your work seriously. Even if you politely ask him to.

He doesn't see what's so hard about showing off your tits and saying how much you love to suck cock. Demo believes you should've been a stripper if you wanted to tease men so desperately.

You frequently explain to him in detail how you help and provide for the team. You honestly can't tell if Demo deliberately forgets or because he gets drunk so often, he hardly pays attention to you while you talk.

Don't worry, though. After you've instilled the fear of women into him, he'll be gladly reminded that he shouldn't judge or ridicule a woman. If his mother were here, she'd knock some sense into him.

Demo apologizes to you, drinks, gets drunk, and apologies some more

"I'm sorry, lassie! It's just that I just get so lonely sometimes! What woman would give me, a one-eyed freak, a chance!"

He bawls on the floor, crying in front of you. You attempt to cheer him up by comforting him. Instead, you end up getting drunk with him.

Did you shag him in the heat of the moment? That's all up to you ;)

Pyro

Has no idea what you're doing to the enemy. Anything sexual you do is translated as innocent in their vision. Will never know what real seduction or sex.

Luckily, they think everything you do is nice and polite!

Regularly gives you grotesque gifts, which are usually human hearts and bones. You begrudgingly take the gifts because you know they mean well and don't wish to be disrespectful.

Pyro has a tendency to go through your closet when you leave your room. Or while you're sleeping. Either why, they steal your clothing and belongings. They pick out outfits and wigs they like along with makeup supplies. You wonder where you placed your dress and immediately begin searching for it. Maybe you left it in the laundry room. As soon as you exit your room, you see Pyro wearing your clothing over their suit. Fake eyelashes have been glued onto their eyes, and lipstick smeared all over the breathing hole.

You can't even be upset with Pyro. They're doing their best.

You let Pyro keep the dress they're wearing, considering it most likely wouldn't fit you anymore.

[sooniebby]

GENSHIN YOU SAY?

Foxboy Childe going into rut and the reader (ftm), being his loyal assistant and right hand man, agrees to help him get through it aka I'm gonna let my boss rail me because maybe I have feelings for him but also he's really hot

ఌ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 / 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

꧁ 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚 𝙭 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Smut 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

Being Childe’s assistant for so long—you sorta of cared for him. In a more subtle way. While most feared him, rightfully so, you always just saw him as someone overcompensating for something he was lacking within.

Now, you’d never tell him that unless you wanted to be killed but it was something you thought about from time to time. But even then—you always thought your care for him wouldn’t go as far as making sure he didn’t get seriously injured during fights.

Which was already your job being his right hand man.

But you guessed your care for him went further than that. Seeing as you said yes to help him with his upcoming rut. See, you weren’t knowledgeable on how these ruts worked.

What did you think saying yes meant? Honestly—maybe just helping him masturbate or something.

Not having his dick in your pussy as he fucked you not too far away from other fatui soldiers.

Your hands clasped together over your mouth as you rocked against the tree behind you. You were thankful Childe kept your clothes on. Your mask skewed—almost off your face.

Childe didn’t say anything—too far gone in his rut to talk. His thrusting was harsh and unforgiving, chasing his own release. He gripped your waist tightly, holding you close so you couldn’t even move.

Your legs hung limply at his sides, bouncing from each thrust into your pussy. You eyed your surroundings as you watched other Fatui walk past the bushes you two were fucking in. If they had so much as look your way—they would see the 11th Harbinger fucking his right hand man.

Despite how pleasurable it was—you desperately hoped he cummed quick. Fucking outside was not something you liked. The constant fear of someone watching was just there in your head.

But it seemed Childe didn’t mind. No, he focused solely on the wet tight heat around his cock. His ears and tail twitched with each move. You felt an odd sense of wonder at the sight.

It was cute. And if you weren’t so worried about screaming your head off—you would’ve tried to touch them.

“(Name).”

The thrusting stopped. You couldn’t help the whimper of disappointment. Your cunt tightened around his cock—hopefully giving him the hint to not stop. Not when it was getting you close to your own release.

“Does it feel good?”

You removed your hands from your mouth. “What? Of course it is.”

“Then why aren’t you moaning? It hurts to not hear you,” Childe said, the faint teasing flying right past you.

You were way too horny to be playing games right now.

It really looked like you were the one in a rut instead of Childe.

“I don’t want people to hear. It’s embarrassing.”

“Why? Afraid no one will see you as tough anymore?” Childe asked, slowly picking up his thrusts. You moved to put your hand pack on your mouth but they were swiftly grabbed by Childe.

He only had to use one hand to hold both of yours and held them against the tree behind you. A playful smirk was on his lips as his thrusting picked up. You bit your lip in a way to muffle your moans—struggling to pull away even one of your wrists from his grasp.

“Why would anyone fear you seeing you get fucked like this?”

You mustered the best glare you could but you knew it wouldn’t phase him. He was right in a way. That scary reputation you built being the 11th Harbinger’s right hand man was not easy to build.

But you had finally had people staring to fear you like that feared Childe. So the thought of them no longer doing that heavily upset you. Though to Childe, it was something funny.

Judging by the amused look on his face as he continued to fuck you with no care of anyone seeing him.

You squealed when you felt Childe’s free hand graze your clit. He was slow and uncaring with your clit—hardly paying it any attention. Though he seemed to enjoy your whimpers and stuttered moans every time he touched it.

“I hope you know that my rut lasts a full week.” He suddenly said.

“Huh?!” You yelled, in pure shock. Okay, maybe you should’ve though about it more clearly about having Childe fuck you during his rut.

Childe simply laughed at your panicked expression before focusing solely on fucking you to your release. He rubbed your clit and leaned down to bite marks on your neck. His own grunting was louder than your moans as you tried to keep them down.

There hasn’t been a Fatuus soldier walk pass the bushes you were fucking in but you didn’t want to chance it.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, wrapping your legs around Childe’s waist as a sudden moan left your lips. Childe was right after you, pushing in deep inside to cum as deep as possible. The feeling of hot cum filled you as you shivered at the feeling.

Childe released his grip on your wrists as he moved his hand down to your stomach. You watched in confusion as he traced your stomach and gently patted it.

“What…?”

“You can get pregnant right?”

“…why?”

Childe grinned. “Well, I’m going to put a baby in you, obviously.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s get inside. It’s not good for you to be outside so late. I’ll fuck you again when my rut comes back.” Childe said as he slowly pulled out, grinning at the sight of cum leaking out of your cunt.

Well, Childe wasn’t a liar. He did fuck you later.

In front of the other Harbingers. You sat on his lap with his cock deep in your cunt while the other Harbingers ignored you. A few of them eyed you but they mostly talked amongst themselves.

It seemed they decided to not saying anything too important with you here. Childe didn’t even seem to be embarrassed at the fact he was fucking his right hand man in front of them. You honestly wished he didn’t have this much confidence.

“Has your rut started, Tartaglia?” One of the harbingers said, you weren’t sure who. You could only focus on the hot cum and his still hard cock inside of you. There was some round and large inside of you as well.

His knot, possibly? You weren’t sure.

“It has… (Name) had promised to help.” Childe said.

“Good. Your last rut when you spent it alone was terrible.”

Before you knew it, they had all left. Childe hummed as he played with your clit, enjoying the whimpers from you. You had already cummed twice, you weren’t sure if you could cum anymore.

You were pulled off his cock, much to your own disappointment before being spun around to face Childe. Childe hummed, patting your stomach as he pulled you back down to sit on your cock.

A whimper left your lips as his cock easily slid back into your cum filled pussy. It was so odd to have your cunt stay so loose and inviting. Childe had not stayed away from fucking you for the past few days.

You still felt like passing out right now. Your pussy could possibly cry if it had feelings from the ruthless fucking your faced.

“See? Was that so embarrassing?” Childe smirked. You shook your head in embarrassment.

That was not the impression you ever wanted to give the Harbingers. Now they’d only think of you as his fuck toy.

“You’ll get used to it soon… no one will say anything. Not if they want to die.” Chile gave you a soft smile. It was certainly different from any smile he gave you before. He looked so happy. His tail swished happily.

He honestly looked cute. An odd sense of love filled you. Was it the constant fucking? The cum that undoubtedly got you pregnant two days ago?

Probably.

But you would never truly understand Childe. Having a baby with him seems a bit weird but you knew he would be a decent dad. And you were just going to have to live with that.

And the constant public fucking—but that’s just a bonus.

but were the kids going to be foxes too?

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

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[fushipurro]

My Neighbor, Toji

☆ Synopsis: Moving to a new apartment brings all kinds of frustrations as things go inevitably wrong. Though in this case, the frustrations you hold are deeper than a misplaced box or broken A/C.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, some fluff, smut, dom/sub, creampie, foreplay, vaginal play, blowjobs, dacryphilia?, nipple foreplay, exhibitionism, biting, scratching, pet names

☆ Word Count: 2.4k

"Ugh, why'd I have jam so much into this stupid box."

It was your first day at your new apartment, and what an awful time of year to be doing this. It was mid summer and hot as hell, sweat practically pooling off the back of your neck even when your hair was tied up off of it. While the walk from your moving rental to the 2nd floor all the way to the end was not at all fun in this weather, the apartment was just how you liked it. Small, cozy, and even had a nice balcony you were excited to adorn with plants and string lights. Even better was that your apartment only had one neighbor next to you so hopefully that meant a better chance of peace and quiet.

"Need a hand?" a deep voice resounded from behind you, startling you as you failed to lift one of your heavier boxes. You turned to face a man that blocked out the sun with how tall and built he was. Practically squinting trying to get a good read on his face. Before you could respond, the man reached over and lifted the box with ease into one of his arms.

"Uh, thanks, you live here?" you said, hoping this wasn't some stranger about to make off with your stuff. In this heat you'd give up before even trying to get your stuff back.

"Yeah, I'm Toji. Couldn't help but notice you since it looks as though you're movin' in next to me."

"Nice to meet you, Toji, I'm y/n."

The two of you walked up to your apartment with a few boxes in hand and set them down in what will eventually become your living room/bedroom once you've had a chance to unpack and buy some furniture. Toji noticed how much it seemed you were trying to not pass out from the temperature and work and asked that you just stay inside to start unpacking as he brought the rest of your stuff in. Once it was over and the sun was finally setting, you offered him a glass to quench his thirst and a wet towel for the sweat.

"I don't know what I would've done without you, Toji. Definitely wouldn't have finished this fast."

"No trouble, y/n. I couldn't let a pretty girl such as your self struggle out there alone."

Jeez, as if the heat wasn't enough! you hadn't even replied yet but your blushing face was enough to get chuckle out of the man. Seeing him now under the golden hour sun was completely different without him blocking it like an eclipse. This man is hot, like REALLY hot. His hair was dark and his eyes were rich as they radiated warmth, the scar on your lip left much to think about. His body definitely built for the work he was doing and more. He was older than you by a bit for sure but took plenty care of himself.

The two of you simply looked each other over for what felt like days, while the look of you with sweat still dropping off the tips of your hair and body may not make you feel like a model, it certainly was doing wonders in his eyes. Not to mention your loose fitting clothes for the season. The appeal of him with a towel around his neck and all those muscles was definitely food for you, even if this was a stranger you only met earlier. After a bit of silence, he put his glass down and handed you back the towel.

"Well it's getting late so I oughta get back to my own place, but feel free to knock if you need anything else lifted."

For a moment you were still in your daze, but by now the golden sun had set and his baritone voice pulled you out. "Oh yeah, right, thanks for the help, Toji!" you smiled. You walked him to the door to see him out back to his. He turned to you as he opened his own door with a smile off the corner of his face.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, doll." and with that, the door shut and you returned to your own abode once more red in the face.

"God, that man is a flirt!"

The rest of your evening was spent unpacking some necessities and setting up your bed as your waited for the delivery pizza to arrive. Anything else would have to wait until you could feel your limbs again without pain. For now though, you were uses filled boxes as tables and nightstands like they were the main decor of the apartment. When you bathed that night, you held the towel Toji had used up to you, taking in his smell that resonated from it, enough to make you feel aroused to say the least.

Over the next week however, you managed to make some progress, really enjoying your time between work and sleeping to go nuts with decorating. Troublesome work though as one of your new apartment troubles was the nonfunctional A/C that you had to wait for your landlord to bother repairing when it suited them. This meant if you wanted cold air, the balcony door needed to be left open regardless of the city noises you were forced to hear or other neighbors. Toji occasionally chatted with you from across the balcony or on your way to and from work, the man still as much of a flirt as ever but keeping his hands to himself.

It was a Friday night then, later in the evening. Tired from work and freshly bathed, you laid there on your bed feeling the breeze from your balcony cool your wet skin. Toji seemed to be enjoying himself that night too as you were struck with the sounds of another woman moaning and the slight banging of your walls.

"Someone must've had a good date."

Didn't take long though before you found yourself moving your hands over your breasts, circling and pinching your bud as your other hand freely went down to your clit. Your thoughts were filled only with Toji and the way he had looked at you. Carefully listening to him through the walls as you pleasured yourself with your fingers until you could climax over and over for the duration of his own fun time opposite of the wall.

A few times more that week, the sounds continued and you were relishing yourself to the sounds of Toji and nothing else going on that night in your city. Come Friday night again, you heard nothing from his side but were so insatiable that you began your own session with nothing but the thoughts in your hand and your delicate fingers. A thump on your balcony alerted you as you shot up to see thinking maybe a plant had fallen. To your surprise, no, it wasn't a plant but the man you called a neighbor was standing at your opened door, smiling as he looked upon your exposed body.

"Toji! What are you doing here?" you flailed to pull up a blanket to cover yourself.

"If you didn't want me to hear the pretty noises you were making for me, then you shouldn't leave your door open, sweetheart. Your headboard is adjacent to mine as well, I see." He leaned up against the framing of your sliding door, never letting his smile or eyes drop away from you once. "You've been putting on quite a show since you moved in, did I make that much an impression?"

Your face was beyond flushed as you failed to maintain any eye contact with him.

"You're one to talk with how many dates you've been bringing over."

"Oh yeah? You wish they were you instead?"

Toji walked up to your bed and leaned down right in your face. His right hand cupped under your jaw forcing you to look directly at his moonlit body. Your lips parted against his own breath.

"...Maybe I do. Can't help it the way view you."

"Well you're a sight for sore eyes too, princess, but I can help you achieve your desire."

Your lips finally met one another, his tongue rubbing against yours all inside your mouth. You finally dropped the blanket shielding your body and Toji moved his knee in between your legs against your lower lips. You couldn't help but squirm your hips at the sensation, you hands gripping his nape.

"Aren't you a needy one?" he said, pushing you down against the sheets and kissing his way down your neck, onto your breasts, all the way down to your lower lips. His tongue thrusting over and inside, his large hands gripping at your thighs. You definitely were gonna be bruised there later. Your own hands clawing at your sheets as you bit your lower tongue, you pupils beginning to lose themselves at the shock coursing in your body.

Toji lifted his head up to look at you, with his experience, he knew you were close and wished to deny you.

"Don't be so impatient, doll, we have a whole night ahead of us."

"Fuck, Toji, I need you."

"I bet you do, princess." he said moving up to your face, his tongue against yours once more with the added taste of your own. Taking a step back, he removed his pants, revealing his twitching cock.

Holy fuck that's big. Your eyes looking back and forth wondering how it would ever fit inside your small body but you were so far gone that all you wanted was to be closer with him. He coaxed you up until your face met with his tip, a shiny residue leaking from the top. Like a mouth to a popsicle, you moved over it, now licking circles around as your delicate fingers stroked the rest of the length. Taking his heavy balls into one of your hands, Toji couldn't help but moan and bucked his hips deeper down your pretty little mouth.

"Careful, dear, I'm gonna need those to make you mine."

His hands gripping your hair, pulling them up into a ponytail like the one you had when you met him, he took control and quickend his pace against your cheeks as tears came over your eyes. Your free hands now playing with your own apex as you looked up at Toji with hearts for irises until your throat became lined in his essence. The two of you moaning and twitching with relief.

"Good girl, now swallow for me." which you did so easily making him rub the top of your head, smiling down at you with such lustful love.

Toji flipped you over so your face was against the sheets, playing with his tip at your entryway as you braced yourself for his girth.

"Please, Toji, I-I need you." With that, he pushed his way in, your body quivering as it adjusted to his size. High pitched moans escaping you against his, your nails feeling as though they'd tear the sheets apart with how much you were becoming feral.

"That's my good girl, you'll feel even better soon."

Moving here was the best decision you ever made, what luck to meet a man that was fulfilling you in more ways than one, better than anything you've ever felt before. He continued bucking his hips into you, leaning overtop to grab your breasts and suck on your neck as he pounded against your velvet walls. Before you could even reach your climax again, he flipped you over onto your back in a mating press position where he could be face to face and watch you react.

"Fuck, Toji, please fill me up!"

"I ain't stopping now, doll. Not when you, fuck, make me feel this good. Don't you dare look away now"

His pace ever quickening as he thrusted into your womb, drool falling from both your mouths as you continued to moan louder and louder. His girth twitched and suddenly your insides exploded with warmth that made you scream with joy.

"Fuck!" you both moaned together, Toji remained in you as you clamped down on him with your inner walls, tearing his back apart with your nails as you sucked him dry. He finally pulled out along with his sticky substance, overflowing onto the bed as he admired his work on your pussy.

"You were amazing, princess."

Still catching your breath, he pulled you up to kiss you some more, you limbs hardly able to move on your own from the good fucking you just got from the man next door.

"What a needy girl you are, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

"Oh, Toji, we're definitely doing this again."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, princess. You belong to me now and me alone."

He scooped in your arms and took you to the bathroom to clean off and bathe together in the tub. That is well, after you had a few more rounds in the bathroom and resisting the urge to ruin more of your sheets with your feral love as he locked you in his arms for the night to sleep.

This routine became practically a daily occurrence, wishing the two of you could just break down the walls between your apartments. Instead you opted to leave your balcony door unlocked so he could come over at any time.

☆ Notes: maybe i'll do another part of this later, do let me know if you guys would like any more or if you have an requests for this i can add ^^

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 9 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou's never been this vulnerable with you before, but you find yourself loving it.

920 words.

'What the fuck?'

These are your first thoughts as you're smacked right in the cheek with Eijirou's dick.

You had been getting awefully heated during what was only supposed to be a quick makeout session between you and your boyfriend of one year. That was, until you started to focus your attention a little more south.

Kirishima always wears loose pants. That's one thing you know about him. He can't stand tight pants. You've also never seen him wear the infamous grey sweats either, regrettably. That would be some real eye-candy right there, you muse.

There was one other thing, too. He always got nervous when you mentioned taking off his pants. Any and all attempts at getting frisky with your boyfriend were shot down with a strained "maybe later" or "I don't think I'm ready...".

Really, you had never had any problems with it. Sure, it was a little frustrating when it would leave you pretty much high and dry, but you never, ever thought to take it out on him. He's ready when he's ready, and that's all there is to it. Until now.

If you knew this was what he was hiding under here, you probably would've said something a little sooner.

All this time, your boyfriend has been hiding an absolute monster away from you, not even letting you have a taste.

A flushed face as red as his hair hides behind large, nearly kept hands as Kirishima avoids any and all eye contact with you. You thought he may have gained confidence when he finally told you that you could get his pants off, but apparently not, since he now refuses to show his face.

"I-is it too much?... I knew you'd hate it- I just don't want to hurt you! God- w-what if you break!?"

What on God's green Earth is this man talking about?

"Huh? Hate it? Eijirou, after all this fuss I was starting to think maybe you had genital warts or something- or maybe a dick roughly the size of a cornflake- n-not this!"

Wide eyes only blink at you in surprise and confusion, but then melts into pleasure the second your warm, wet tongue licks a fat stripe down the underside of his length.

Fuck. He could literally cum right now from just seeing that lewd display, but he has to hold himself together. Though, with every passing second, and each kitten lick to his aching girth, he finds himself unraveling. Each little kiss and stroke chips away at his control and he soon finds himself struggling not to throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that the walls shake.

Meanwhile, you continue to press tentative licks and kisses to Eijirou's cock, heavy and throbbing in your hand. The slit weeps a slow por of precum, the head all red and neglected until you fit just the tip in your mouth, sending involuntary shivers up and down your boyfriend's spine. Tonight, you're going to show your boyfriend just how blessed he truly is.

As you stand back up again, leaving him needy and panting for you, his eyes follow your form, lingering on your breasts and hips, and he finds his fingers twitching with the sudden urge to hold you there.

Red eyes zone in on your figure like a hawk, thick, strong hands embracing you and dragging you down to rest atop his built, rock hard chest, and immediately Eijirou's last defences are down when he sees just how irresistible your tits look squished against his pecs.

Eijirou is usually such a gentle lover, layering your skin with butterfly kisses and affectionate nips that always look so delightful come morning, but neither of you have ever gone this far with eachother, and when he's got three fingers working their way into your tight cunt it almost seems that he's gone completely feral.

"Fuck-! Eiji! Give it to me-..."

Who is he to keep you waiting?

Barely an inkling of colour flashes in his eyes, overtaken by pupils blown out with lust, and the sight is met with another wave of liquid heat pooling beneath your legs, coating his fingers in your slick.

Once he finally deems you ready, his fingers are pulled from you without remorse, leaving you empty and needy until his lubed up head pressed up against you, slowly pushing inside of you and stretching out velvety walls.

The stretch is painful at first, causing your face to scrunch in a way that has his heart fluttering for you, little tears blossoming in your eyes and shining like gemstones.

A rough but comforting thumb wipes your tears away before they can properly fall, and your boyfriend graciously gives you a few seconds to get accustomed to the sting of his girth before he's bottoming out.

He pants and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating on not cumming the second he's fully engulfed by your hot cunt, and loose red strands fall past his shoulders as he bucks into you, chasing the same pleasure he got when you squeezed around him earlier.

With time, his cock is easier to take, and it's at this point where you begin to doubt that anything or anyone would ever be enough for you after this. Could you really go back to tiny vibrators after finally getting a taste of this?

"T-tell me if- Ah-! -if I'm hurting you-..."

It's a little late for that, you think, but he's just so adorable that you can't bear to hold it against him.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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[talaok]

Close your eyes

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Summary: After a few months of living in your new cabin on Nevarro, Din confesses to you he's ready to take the next step.

warnings: smut| oral sex (f receiving) and baby-making sex

[I know his name isn't Din but I couldn't bring myself to call him Djarin, sorry]

"he's getting really good at it" you sighed happily.

You and Din sat on the porch of the new cabin Greef Karga had granted you.

The air smelled fresh, the sky was beautiful as the sun set, and your head rested on Din's shoulder while his arm kept you close.

Grogu was "playing" with the frogs inhabiting the pond right in front of the house, although I'm not sure the frogs would have called it that.

Everything was alright.

After all this time, these fights, these adventures, everything was fine, actually, more than fine.

It was perfect.

"he is" he agreed, his thumb stoking your side "but he still needs training"

You scoffed "Please, he could beat you with a flick of his hand"

He laughed "he wishes"

"don't worry" you pretended to reassure him "There's no shame in being the least strong of the family"

"least strong?"

"weakest sounded mean" You bit down a smirk

"You think you could take me?"

"I know I could take you"

" Sweetheart, there's only one way you can take me," he said "and even for that you needed training"

you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the remark, and it was as if you could see the smug grin tugging at his lips even through the helmet.

"Don't flatter yourself mando" You placed a hand on his chest "there's many ways I can take you" you explained "What you're thinking of is just the one you like the most"

His hold on your side got tighter "I sure do like it"

"do you?" you mocked, raising a brow " Would have never guessed it" you giggled, hearing him chuckle also.

Your eyes trailed to the sun behind him, its light almost completely engulfed by the horizon.

"it's getting late," you said "The kid needs to go to sleep" You got up, walking to Grogu.

He didn't offer much resistance today, and you were able to pick him up with just an annoyed coo.

"say goodnight to Daddy" You stopped in front of the entrance, facing him towards Din.

He emitted the cutest sound you've ever heard, and as always, your heart warmed.

" 'night kid" he waved in return, before you stepped into the house.

In the few months you'd been living here you had managed to already make it a home.

Pictures and memories filled each shelf and empty space on the wall.

Grogu's room was small, but not any less full.

Din had built him a course where he could jump from the floor to the wall and to the ceiling thanks to some wooden panels.

The kid loved it. What was hard most times, was making him stop.

"alright" you smiled, setting him down into the crib Din had created for him "It's time to go to sleep sweetpea" You kissed his forehead, earning a happy coo "Sweet dreams" you whispered, glancing at him once more before turning to the door.

You almost gasped as you saw Din standing there, casually leaning on the side of it.

You shook your head, laughing a bit as you followed him outside, closing the door behind you.

"you scared me" you scolded him

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said, stoking your cheek.

He paused for a second, like he was hesitant, before speaking again.

"you're really good with him," he said

"I know"

"I mean... you're good with kids"

"thank you?"

He let out a breathy laugh, 

"he seems happy"

"well he's got a family" you smiled "We all do"

"right, but don't you think he's a bit..."

"What?"

"lonely?"

your mouth gaped open

"You mean...?"

"Maybe he needs someone his age to interact with"

"like a brother?" you intertwined your hands behind his neck, "you think we should give little Grogu a brother?" you grinned, not able to hide your excitement

You could hear his breathing from underneath the helmet.

he was nervous.

"would you like that?"

you paused, stunned at the fact he even had to ask.

"I would" you smiled so wide your cheeks hurt "I would really like that baby"

He let go of a sigh of relief, and you wondered for a moment, how long he'd been worrying about this.

He gripped your waist, his hands loving yet hard.

"then we better get to work" he smiled, not giving you any warning before picking you up.

A little squeak fled your throat as you grabbed onto him.

"Eager much?"

"you have no idea" he purred, kicking the bedroom door open and closed in one swift motion.

He sat on the bed and you ended up in his lap.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart" 

You were just waiting to hear that.

It was such a simple sentence, and yet it meant so much.

It was the symbol of trust and passion, but most importantly, of love.

It was his way of saying he would trust you over anything, and your way of saying it back.

You closed your eyes, the world going pitch black once more.

You heard a familiar sound, and then something hit the ground, 

his helmet.

Seconds passed, but the anticipation was so strong your skin felt on fire, and then, like water in the desert, came his lips on yours.

He kissed you sweetly, a way of thanking you, of loving you, and you kissed him back with everything you could.

Your hands went to his face, stoking and palming all you couldn't normally feel, while he was holding yours between his fingers like you were about to slip away.

"You're beautiful" he breathed, leaning back ever so slightly, 

"you too" you smiled, making him laugh.

"you can't see me"

"I can feel you," you said "I know you're handsome"

He kissed you again

"I love you"

"I love you too" you promised, but were quickly cut off by your own gasp as he quite literally manhandled you so your back was on the bed.

"maybe give me a warning next time?" you chuckled, as you felt his hand on your thighs.

He was kneeling in front of you.

"oh but I like the pretty sounds you make" he kissed your skin

"do you?"

"I do" he kissed you again, his trail getting closer to the hem of your skirt "I like them a lot" another peck "Although I do like some other sounds you make better"

"Like what?" you asked playfully

He grabbed the end of your skirt "Like the ones you make when you're desperate for me" 

"desperate?"

"yes, desperate" he murmured, pulling your skirt off.

Your mouth opened but you forced the gasp climbing your throat back from where it came from, making him chuckle.

"I'm never desperate"

You couldn't see it, but you could feel the smug smirk on his lips.

"Are you now, sweetheart?" he mocked, his fingers grazing your panties and making you hold your breath.

"I actually seem to recall many times where you were the one begging"

touché, he thought

"That's because you tease" he explained, his torturous fingers still just dancing on where you needed him the most.

"so you're telling me that I stopped touching you right now you'd be fine with it?" the bastard asked.

"Din..." 

"What?" he kissed your clothed cunt "You wouldn't be desperate would you?"

you sighed, frustrated "No, just-"

"What, baby, what is it?"

"don't stop"

"why?"

God, you hated him so much.

You'd never taken back something so quickly, but he was able to do that. That taunting asshole.

"Because I need you" you confessed "Please"

He smirked "There she is"

You didn't even have time to breathe that your panties were off of you.

He spread your legs, and you had to bite your lips in anticipation as he gripped your thighs.

"you're so wet baby" he groaned, his breath fanning against your core.

"I wonder why, you bastard" 

"Easy there" he kissed your clit, making you gasp "Wouldn't want me to stop," 

"Baby-"

he didn't let you finish as he finally dove in, his tongue tasting all of you before he started focusing on your clit.

"Oh my god" you whined, already a mess.

He was holding you firmly as your whole body begged to move.

"fuck baby, please" you moaned loudly, as he kept going unfazed.

It felt like a fire had started inside your body, and once his fingers grazed your hole, a bucket of gasoline spread it everywhere.

"din!" you cried once he pushed them in, your hand going to grip his hair.

"That's right, say my name sweetheart" he murmured as he pumped his digits in and out of you.

A filthy sound spread through the room, and you were shutting your eyes so forcefully you were seeing white dots.

"fuck, din" you breathed, feeling yourself get closer as he sucked your clit so perfectly.

His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your spot and making you cry, but his mouth didn't stop, licking and worshipping all of you.

"c'mon sweet girl, come for me, I know you're close" he murmured "I can feel it," he said, before resuming his work somehow even more intensely.

Shocks of pleasure kept coursing through you, but as he curled his fingers one more time, you were sent over the edge, your orgasm washing over you powerfully as you gripped his locks for dear life.

Who cares if you hurt him. He caused this.

"shit" You let out a breath, once you were done and he leaned away.

"You're so beautiful when you come honey," he said, taking your hand still on his head and kissing it softly " I wish you could see it" he murmured, leaning away.

You whined, reaching for him through the dark behind your eyelids "Where did you go?"

"I'm here baby" You heard some noises and then a louder one.

He had taken his suit off.

When you felt him again, he was holding your waist. Not for long, however, as his hands quickly started exploring your body, spreading goosebumps with his touch.

Then finally, you felt his digits infiltrate under your shirt, and in a moment, you were fully naked.

Next, his lips were on you, on your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, all painted with the sweetest of tiny pecks as he kept caressing your body.

One of your hands went to his back, keeping him close, while the other trailed down his bare chest longing for his manhood.

"please baby" you whined "I know I said I wasn't desperate before but I take it all back" you laughed softly "Please, I need you"

"You need me?" he kissed your mouth, and you nodded 

"I do"

"I do too" he purred, kissing you again before positioning himself at your entrance.

"you ready?"

"please"

And just like that, he thrusted into you.

You moaned far too loudly as he groaned.

For as many times as you'd felt him, you could never quite get used to it, he still stretched you in the best way.

"god" he growled "you feel so good sweetheart" he started moving "You're perfect" 

There were so many things you wanted to say, but his dick hitting you so deep was causing troubles to the communicating part of your brain.

"I can't believe you're mine" he spoke, "that you want this"

"of course I do" you moaned " I want to be yours Din" you cried "only yours"

The bed was creaking underneath you, and his thrusts were soft and sweet, but god if they weren't deep.

"I want to have your kid" 

"you do?" his breath fanned over your mouth

"I do, Din" you promised "I want to have another mini-you that will help you make me go mad" you laughed "I want to have a bigger family" you breathed "to be yours, forever"

He couldn't do anything but kiss you, hoping that at least one percent of his adoration for you passed through.

"I love you more than anything y/n" he said "and I want to give you my kid" he swore "to see in them all I see in you" he continued, as his thrust continued undaunted "and to grant them the best mother one could ask for"

You smiled widely, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"then do, baby" You intertwined your hands behind his neck, bringing his lips to yours "give me your kid"

[villainofmyownstory]

Day Zero chapter 4

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pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x plus size fem!reader

summary: Your horror and fear after what happened at the town hall are mixed with hope. Unfortunately, the newly met man in the mask doesn't make things any easier for you. He is stubborn and distrustful. However, when night comes, he takes you to his only safe place. To his house. Home.

tags: AFAB reader, plus size reader, dog german shepherd, weapon, suicide

author's note: I decided to post a new chapter today, unfortunately I'm having a worse time in my life again…. I hope it will get better soon. The longest chapter so far, let me know what you think.

Warning!! Mention of a suicide attempt, if you don't want to or can't read this, skip the parts where day 64 is referred to. Your mental health is more important! Take care of yourself, dear reader.

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Chapter 4: The one where you visit Ghost's house

Day 732

Getting to the tower by car definitely shouldn't take as long as your hike. The distance to cover, from the center to the suburbs, did not seem so far. You both remain silent the entire way. Ghost keeps looking in the rearview mirror while driving. As if he had to make sure you were still sitting on the trunk. When it reduces speed or (worse) brakes to almost zero on the odometer. His gaze focuses on the mirror. As if the man expected you to take advantage of the opportunity and jump out of the car, taking Riley with you. You will run away and disappear, just as you suddenly and unexpectedly appeared.

Admittedly, you had no intention of doing so. Quite the opposite. You wanted to stay. Even though the man was hostile towards you, you were sure of that. Damn, he wanted to shoot you!

Like a hunter hunting a defenseless deer. A sniper in war, shooting at a designated, nameless target. Without blinking an eye, in cold blood, in one breath. Shot. Exhale. End.

Without even exchanging a word with you. Without asking you anything. Not wanting to know anything. One shot and you're done, you wouldn't even feel it. He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Remembering what happened a dozen or so minutes ago, you clench your hands into fists. Rubbing the material of your gloves against each other. Feeling the rough material slide over the skin of your hand. You try to focus exactly on that feeling.. You don't want to let fear and terror get the best of you. Breathe, slowly. Don't let these bad thoughts defeat you. Luckily for you, the man didn't do anything to you. Maybe he is also a lost and lonely man. Who is slowly losing his mind under these circumstances. He can't cope. Just like you.

You swallow. The hands are still tightly clenched into fists. Your hands are sweaty from stress.

The sun slowly hides behind the buildings, getting darker with each passing minute. The night is getting closer. The car is traveling at a higher speed. There are fewer and fewer buildings, they are probably suburbs, so you are getting closer to your goal - the tower.

You have to be strong, not show weakness. Focus. To listen carefully. Observe.

Although it's all Ghost, he has the upper hand. He has the most important argument and strength - he has a gun. Also, he's in his own territory and is undoubtedly a man with military training. He's taller and better built than you. Definitely stronger and athletic. Yet you try to control another panic attack, you won't give in to him so easily. You may not be in a lost position. You just have to convince him somehow. After all, somehow he has to believe that you came here alone. If you gain his trust without lying to him, maybe he'll let you stay. You don't really have anywhere to go back to. That house somewhere far away wasn't fit to live in for another winter. No heating, a leaking roof, you could list more defects. And the food supply in the area was running out, you found almost everything edible. You didn't know if it would be safe to return to that place.

You swallow. Your hands are still clenched into fists. Sweaty from stress.

The sun slowly hides behind the buildings, getting darker by the minute. The night is getting closer. The car is traveling at an increasing speed. There are fewer and fewer buildings, probably suburbs, so you are getting closer to your goal - the tower.

You have to be strong, not show weakness. Focus. To listen carefully. Observe.

Without a doubt, the whole Ghost guy, has an advantage over you. He has the most important argument and power - he has a gun. Besides, he is in his own territory and is undoubtedly a man with military training. Higher and much better built than you. Stronger. Athletic. But, if you are trying to control another panic attack, you won't give in to him so easily. You may not be in a lost position. You just have to convince him somehow. After all, he has to believe in some way that you came here alone. If you gain his trust without lying to him, maybe he will let you stay. You don't really have anywhere to go back to. That house somewhere far away, is uninhabitable for another winter. There's no heating, the roof is leaking. And food supplies were running out in the area, you could find almost anything edible. You don't know if it would be safe to go back there.

This town you are in now is the only one of the larger ones in this area. He seems to be better organized, definitely better than you. You haven't even found a car in working order with at least a little bit of fuel in the tank. So maybe it's better to stay with him. It will be easier to survive. Maybe the two of you can find other people?

Maybe the man knows something more, maybe he knows about a settlement, a safe place? Some larger group of living people? Maybe there is some hope.

Meeting this man caused a small spark that some future might exist.

Although it is probably not difficult, you have never been able to plan or predict. You lived in the moment. Not worrying too much about what the next day will bring. Not really taking into account.

The consequences of your actions or, inversely, your inaction. It's time to grow up, the worried voices of your parents echo in your head. Well, maybe you should have listened to them.

You sigh and look away from the passing suburban landscape, still lost in your own thoughts. You look down for a moment, at your protruding belly and wide thighs. You haven't even lost much weight in the last two years. You blame it on your bad, inappropriate diet. You mainly ate carbohydrates and cans of ready-made or sweetened food. You found any canned vegetables less and less often. Lots of cans of carbonated drinks and lots of sweets. Not to mention salty snacks. It was easier that way. Everything had long expiration dates and was tightly packed. Thanks to this food, you satisfy your hunger and provide your body with endorphins. Fighting with your own bad, dark thoughts, when you had supplies of food and drink. You simply lay in bed on the mattress for weeks. Vegetating, waiting. Counting on... you didn't know what.

You look back at the passing landscape, individual buildings and road signs. City exit sign, highway exit, empty fields.

You regret that in the past you were never interested in the army. You didn't even know what military unit this man was from. The only thing that was clear to you was the British flag attached to his uniform. Maybe it meant something? Perhaps he was here for a reason?

Even now, when the cold of the coming evening and the breeze caused by the speed of the car caress your cheeks and exposed neck. This causes goosebumps and reddened cheeks. It was bearable, the feeling of cold wasn't really that bad.

The most significant thing is that you no longer have to walk.

The important thing is that after so many days you at last found hope.

The fact that you are finally not alone.

You choose not to think about it any longer, clinging to Riley, thanking him without words for saving him. You calm down a little.

When you finally arrive at your destination, the man hurriedly gets out of the car and opens the trunk with a gun in one hand.

“Riley stays with me”

If you don't mind the penetrating chill of the coming evening, the coldness in the man's voice definitely makes you shiver.

‘And you, woman, go into the building and tell your people to leave. I have you in my sights all the time.’

You don't have the strength to argue with him. Another exchange of words makes no sense at this point. You dream of eating something and finally taking off those damn shoes. Your legs hurt so terribly. Subconsciously, you already know that a verbal battle with this man is pointless now. He won't believe you anyway, he has to see for himself. See what you keep telling him.

One thing you were sure of right from the start. This guy was definitely confident and he didn't tolerate a word of disagreement, he knew best. Stubborn. Probably soulless, a killing machine. Who knows what bad shit he'd done in the past?

So as you slowly walk towards the building next to the tower, you wonder if your back might get shot. Simple and clear. He will execute you and this will all be over. Perhaps it would have been better. Maybe that was your end.

Fate. Destiny.

Maybe these two years of loneliness and torment were supposed to end this way. Your body will remain near the tower as a warning to other travelers. If anyone but the two of you had survived this long. Because during these few months, without seeing any sign of another person's life, you began to believe that you were completely alone. That somehow you were the only one who survived.

Day 64

You

You didn't think the crisis would come so quickly. That you will lose faith. You didn't see any solution to the situation, or there never was one.

You weren't the type of person who was sad, emotional, or prone to depression. You were always a ray of light, a cheerful green pea, as your dad used to say.

But now, as more days passed, more days of darkness, emptiness, silence. Fucking loneliness.

You couldn't handle it.

You have stopped looking out the window for hours, hoping that your loved ones will come home.

That some familiar face will save you. That someone will break the silence.

The worst were the sleepless nights. Curled up somewhere in a corner or hidden in a bathroom, somewhere in a room without windows. As far away from the outside walls as possible.

You gave up really fast. And you made one most important decision. And that day, early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight appeared in the sky. You left the house at a brisk pace and easily reached your destination without stopping. Standing in front of the abandoned pharmacy, you knew why and for what you had come here. Without blinking an eye, you went inside and quickly found the right packages and took them from the shelves. Then, just as efficiently, you hurried back to the empty family house.

However, as you crossed the threshold of the building, the familiar smell, so close to your heart reached your nostrils. Home, the family nest. The door slammed behind you and then, for the first and only time, you hesitated.

Just as you had done for years, now, you called out to the empty rooms.

“Mom? Dad? Sis?... I'm back..."

Silence.

Nobody answered.

Emptiness.

So that was a sign, no one was there. And the decision was made, there was no turning back.

Sitting down on a chair in the dining room, you carefully unpacked the contents of the packages you brought. Earlier, you prepared a kitchen mortar and a glass of water.

Slowly, systematically, one by one, you place tablets of different sizes on the bottom of the agate dish. You don't know what quantity is right. Probably the bigger the better. The more the faster. The larger the quantity, the much painless it should be. You hope so. End the pain. Put an end to this misery.

Stirring slowly with a heavy stone pestle, you don't worry that some of the grinded medicine, will fall on the table. White powder stains the dining room table and your jeans.

Nobody will see the mess anyway. And if they do, they won't pay attention to such a detail anyway. They're more likely to notice you.

You pour the ground contents into a glass of water. Hoping that some of it will dissolve and make it easier for you to drink.

Bitterness. This is all you feel.

The cold water with the crushed tablets slowly passes down your throat into your stomach.... The bitterness on your tongue. The ground up undissolved pieces irritate your gums, sticking like sand between your teeth. You feel the acid under your tongue. Something in your throat.

You slowly swallow the rest of the mixture in the glass. Now you just have to wait. You fall asleep.

Alone.

But you won't wake up on your own. Eternal peace. Eternal peaceful sleep.

Maybe it'll be better if there's anything waiting for you afterward. If only this pain would go away.

That's what you're counting on. Well, you haven't been good at math since kindergarten.

Day 732 

Finally, after a long while of walking, with a feeling of fear, with the gun pointed at your back, you reach the door of the building. With a deep sigh, slightly irritated by this whole protracted situation, you open the door

“Hey guys, come out.”

With irony in your voice, you look at the man standing at a notable distance from you.

"You see? Like I said, no one. here. There isn't"

You say angrily, clenching your fists. After a few moments, you turn on your heel and cross your arms over your chest, waiting for Ghost to move. Whatever was going on in his head right now was starting to irritate you. Constant silence on his part, and when he did have something to say. It was his words that were cold, harsh. Angry, rough commands. He addresses you without respect.

In fact, he treats you worse than a dog.

“I'll shoot you if no one comes out soon."

Ghost adjusted the gun resting on his shoulder, still aiming at you.

“No one will come out of this building...”

You sigh.

“...maybe you'll finally believe me and we'll end this nonsense? If this is how you host all your guests. I'd rather not know how my predecessors ended up.”

You add, exhaling loudly through your nose

“And I don't really want to find out”

While waiting for the man's reaction, you look at him closely. Why is he so hostile? Why does he still not believe you?

Yes, no one had the right in these strange times to trust anyone or anything, however, you appeared in the area defenseless. Without any weapons. You didn't even think to bring a knife with you. Nothing for possible self-defense. So he, after all, was just plain stubborn.

Finally, the man slowly, silently approaches you and searches the inside of the building.

Of course there is no one inside.

Paying no attention to you, the masked man turned around and moves back toward the vehicle.

“Let's go. There's not much time left.”

He throws over his shoulder in your direction. Nothing more, no apologies, you're right. I believe you now. No remorse, no understanding. Heartless, strange, Ghost.

As you sit next to the dog, with your back to the boot, the man starts the car with a squeal of tyres. The speed of the car is definitely higher. You are going too fast, even though there are no other road users besides you. It's as if Ghost is racing against the setting sun. Every now and then he nervously checks his watch and turns his head over his shoulder, towards the western sky. And so on and on.

The streets grow darker and darker. Night is coming. Nightfall.

This time you are heading in a different direction from the centre. A new, unfamiliar one. With Riley at your side, you watch the changing landscape with curiosity. Crowded, densely built-up streets with many tall buildings turn into new suburbs. Single family houses and wide pavements with overgrown yards appear before our eyes. This must once have been a nice, quiet and green neighbourhood. Families with children probably spent their best moments here, enjoying a happy life together. The middle class probably lived here and worked hard for every square metre. After school, children rode their bikes on the wide streets or ran on the green, evenly mowed lawns.

Once. Past. Memories.

Finally, after several minutes of crazy driving, the man parks the car next to one of the houses. Hurriedly he gets out and opens the garage door with a flourish.

Ghost quickly pulls in and reaches for the dog and pulls him out of the trunk. He puts him in another car, parked in the garage next door.

“Hurry up, we don't have much time.”

With that, Ghost opens the passenger door and gets behind the wheel without waiting for you.

When you change to a smaller vehicle and sit on the passenger side, you ask in surprise

“Why a we changing the car? What's going on?"

He doesn't answer anything, he rushes away. He drives for a while, again, in silence you notice him circling the area. You definitely pass the same house several times.

“Why are we driving around?”

You ask with a little fear. From minute to minute, every behavior of a man causes increasing nervousness in your body. Again, you find his behavior strange, irrational.

‘We need to confuse the trail, cover our tracks.’

The man finally speaks up and after a few moments stops at the next house.

‘Stay in the car and don't go anywhere, understood?’

Ghost quickly picks up Riley and, with the dog in his arms, marches quickly in an unknown direction. Disappearing from your sight after a moment. You're left alone, in the car, in an unknown place.

The sun was almost below the horizon, a small red glow gently illuminated the wide street.

Suddenly, the door opens on your side and you jump in your seat, slightly scared. Seeing the now familiar, masked figure, you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Shit!”

 You clutch your chest, mumbling.

“Put this on your shoes and walk fast, damn it.”

The man hands you something like hospital slippers. You quickly put them on over your shoes. Hearing his voice, you know perfectly well that there is no time for discussion. Time is running out.

"Pull your hair back or keep it out of the wind and follow me quickly. Don't you dare turn around and stop!"

The man grabs you by the elbow and pulls you out of the car. He moves quickly, taking quick and decisive long strides. Compared to his legs, yours are considerably shorter than his, you practically have to run to keep up with his pace.

Not only do your legs hurt, but you are simply out of shape. Many weeks of trekking to this city and saving the portions of food you took with you. And also, the nerves caused by today have left you simply out of shape, out of strength.

Stumbling, your legs slowly give up and you hold your hair with one hand to keep it from being blown away by the wind, as commanded. You try not to fall behind the man.

At one point, Ghost slows down for a moment and turns his head, looking behind him.

“Damn it, faster.”

Regardless of your protests, he grabs you and lifts you off the ground.

"Hold on to me and don't let go."

He energetically grabs your hips and lifts you up, pulling your body towards him. He squeezes your plump body hard, digging into your skin. He's practically running now. You hold on to him, praying that he doesn't fall under the pressure of your weight or suddenly drop you.

However, nothing of the sort happens, and you both quickly reach one of the larger houses in the area. The only thing that distinguishes it from the others. Apart from its size, is that it has massive shutters and is not as overgrown with weeds as the others in the area.

The man opens the door locks, with one hand, and hurriedly enters the house. Finally, he sets you down on the floor, mumbles something unintelligible under his breath. He closes first one front door and then another, more massive one with multiple security features.

The room goes dark.

‘Where are we?’

You finally ask hesitantly, catching your breath. You didn't even notice when you held your breath.

‘In my house.’

He answers briefly and walks past you into the cramped vestibule, deep into the dark hallway

‘Take off your shoes and jacket, leave them here. Follow me.’

Ghost's house is warm and somehow strangely cozy. Standing in the doorway of the living room, while the man hastily closes the shutters and before the room goes completely dark, you try to look around. Get acquainted with the new surroundings.

The interior is decorated in a simple style. Plain, single-coloured shelves. The dark furniture bends slightly under the pressure of the collected objects. Against the walls, where there is no furniture, stand towers of neatly arranged things. There were a lot of objects here. Everything neatly, perfectly arranged. Books, CDs, clothes, bins, boxes containing other things (rather essential for survival and ordinary daily needs). Everything neatly and evenly grouped. You will not be surprised if you find that the man has everything carefully catalogued. So if you were to ask him for a small lithium battery of the CR1620 type, he would certainly find it in a few moments, without hesitation.

Despite the large number of items stored, the space does not seem cluttered. In the middle of the room is a large dark sofa with a small coffee table, opposite one of the walls on which is a large flat-screen TV. Looking to your right, you notice a slight glow and notice that instead of another wall with lots of cupboards and shelves filled in, there are open double sliding doors that lead into the kitchen. Now that glow reaches you, it's the light from the LED lamps above the worktop, slightly illuminating the distant room. You make a mental note to ask the man later where he gets his electricity from. Because he definitely has some sort of energy source. So it's not just the tower you were in last time that has a power source. It looks like this house has been inhabited for a long time and is definitely set up to live in such apocalyptic conditions for a long time. Rather, you could ask the man if he found this house by chance. Did he know about this building beforehand, and if not, how did he know to prepare so much?

Maybe he was one of those weirdos who believed every conspiracy theory, every rumour. Perhaps he was once in some sect that spoke of the imminent end of the world.

When Ghost finishes closing the shutters, the room is completely dark. You don't even hear the man moving around the room because suddenly you hear his low voice from behind you.

“Follow me, you need to wash up.”

It's only now that it's come to you. That's right. You must stink badly. Now the smell must be clearly noticeable in an enclosed room.

You feel a wave of shame sweep over you. Your cheeks are definitely red.

So many days of wandering, sleeping anywhere, as long as there was a roof over your head.

When you set off, you didn't take too many things with you. You mainly packed food, a sleeping bag and one thick sweatshirt, which usually served as a pillow. In order not to carry too many weight in your rucksack. You did not take excess clothing, but only the most necessary things to survive. You didn't expect to find much food along the way that was still edible. You didn't know how long the trek would take. However, you didn't think it would be that long. Too long.

So you turn away in shame, lowering your head, even though the house is dark, you are afraid of the man's gaze. You feel your way towards where the Ghost's voice had just come from.

You feel embarrassed about yourself, you must have, well literally, stank. You can't even remember the last time you washed yourself properly. Before setting off, you managed to heat up the water you had collected and washed yourself thoroughly in the bath. You don't even remember how many days ago that was. Too long ago to remember.

You have quite long hair, which you had tied up in a braid for days without even untangling it or combing it every day. Now many strands have fallen out of the braid, in fact, even your hairstyle looked more like your hair was loose than braided.

But the fatigue and frustration of the ongoing journey had subsided and you no longer cared about looking presentable. You didn't expect to meet anyone.

Seeing the soft light that spread a pleasant warm and yellow aura in the narrow corridor. You slowly approach the open door. Finally you hear the clear voice of a man from deep in the room, and he speaks to you again in the same dark and monotonous voice.

“Take a bath, you have everything you need in the bathtub”

Then, following his voice, you enter a slightly lit room.

It is a large bathroom decorated in a minimalist style. Dark tiles and silver fittings. No windows, no shelves of supplies. Simple minimalist interior.

A man stands next to a large free-standing bathtub. Without waiting for your answer, he leaves and speaks again.

“Wait a few minutes, the water needs to heat up”

Before you can say anything, Ghost pushes past you and closes the door behind him.

You stand in the room for a few moments, you feel so unreal and strange. As if you were in some hotel. On a special vacation.

There was a time, well, you hardly even remember, when you had things like hot water, warmth, a house without a dripping roof and just a safe space. Everything is prepared and at your disposal. You don't have to search for anything. Scouring shops and houses to find the thing you need like shampoo, toothpaste or a hairbrush.

You sit down on the closed toilet, gently remove your gloves and place them on the sink, having to wash them by hand to put them back on as quickly as possible.

You struggle to remove your shoes, and a terrible sight appears to your eyes: socks that were probably white were now a mixture of several colours. Brown, greyish black or crimson. With great difficulty you remove the sock, hissing loudly in pain. The cotton material has stuck to the dried blood, fusing with the cotton material of the sock and with your foot. Some of the wounds are reopening. Most of the nails are practically black. They are likely to fall off soon. Now that your feet are finally uncovered and you are free to lay them on the cold stone tiles on the bathroom floor. You breathe more deeply.

Cursing under your breath, you try to undress. You slowly stand up, shaking on your swollen legs. It seems to you that it is even worse than when you had tightly knotted shoes on your feet the whole time.

After a few moments, you slowly reach for the rest of your clothes and slowly undress, throwing your dirty clothes on the floor. The last layer of clothes, the one closest to your skin, has practically stuck to it. The material is wet, as if greasy and even hard in some places, soaked through with the sweat that your skin has secreted over many weeks.

When you finally manage to undress, with shaking legs you walk over to the bath and sit down on its edge. As you turn on the tap you almost sob with joy. It's been a long time since you've seen running water. Hot straight from the tap. It used to be a normal thing that attracted attention, today it's an incredible luxury.

You hesitantly reach your hand under the flowing stream of water and shiver with pleasure. It's really, really warm. You don't even know what you're going to say to Ghost when you get out after your bath. You are so grateful to him. There are no words now to describe your joy and gratitude over such a trivial matter as this bath.

You reach for the bottle standing next to the bath. A 3-in-1 body wash. For men. Well, you can't have everything. But even if you only had warm running water at your disposal, you wouldn't mind at all.

When the bath fills to the bottom, you slowly step into it and sit down. Despite the growing tingling on your skin and the pinching of your wounds. You lean more comfortably against the tub, tilt your head back and close your eyes. You finally feel comfortable and can relax, at least for a while. Your muscles and injured skin, although they seem to hurt less for a while, can finally rest.

Hot water heats the bathroom, slowly steam appears in this small space, it becomes stuffy.

The bath takes a really long time. You contemplate how the water will slowly warm your frozen, swollen body. You wash every inch of your body thoroughly. The gel smells nice, you can feel lavender and sandalwood.

You don't care that a man might be angry with you and full of further resentment. Because you spent so much time in the bathroom. That you used too much water.

It feels so wonderful. Blissful. You finally wash your greasy and tangled hair and massage your scalp. You feel tears coming to your eyes. For the first time in you don't know when, you feel safe, just clean and comfortable. You allow yourself moments of weakness.

Relaxed, you fall asleep, but unfortunately the bad memories haunt you once again.

Days 64-66

You

You didn't see how long it would be before these peculiar cocktails full of anxiety would kick in, so you chose the closest place that seemed comfortable. The sofa in the living room.

Lying down, you hugged one of the cushions you had taken from your parents' bedroom earlier. It was big, soft and smelled like.... Mum. Home. The closeness. Security. Stability. All the good things that no longer existed.

You don't know how much time has passed, each passing minute seems like an eternity.

Eventually your eyelids become heavier and heavier. Your breathing slows down. You fall asleep. Hoping forever.

Unfortunately, you were wrong, the mixture of drugs was not what you expected. You wake up with a terrible, huge stomach ache, headache, nausea. You don't even have the strength to open your eyes.

You vomit. You can't collect your thoughts, you don't know what's going on. There is only one thing in your head: pain, pain, pain.

All this goes on for hours, moaning in pain, nausea, fainting. Breathing problems come on suddenly, convulsions occur.

Everything is one long agony.

This is not how it was supposed to be.

You were not meant to suffer.

Tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the vomit that is practically everywhere. You must have fallen off the couch. You don't even feel yourself hitting the floor.

Everything hurts so much.

 You fall asleep for brief moments. It all continues, the pain, the crying, the momentary loss of consciousness and then back again. Vicious circle. Endless.

When it all goes away for a while, you don't have the strength to get up, you stare at the white ceiling. Your heart beats fast.

Night and day pass. In the end, everything slowly subsides. This time you have failed. Something gave you another chance. Maybe there was a reason that you survived after all.

Days 732

You

You wake up abruptly and only after a while do you remember where you are. The bath water is already cold. You sit up shrinking your legs, hugging your legs tightly to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them. You bury your head, trying to make the bad memories disappear, hide, or preferably erase them from your mind.

It's not just the constant, daily nightmares that remind you of the ordeal that day. When you swallowed the ground pills and the wrong mixture caused one of the side effects to appear. That night you lost some of your hearing.

Maybe it was a punishment, or maybe it was meant as a reminder. It's not worth it. You shouldn't. No.

You will never forget.

Once the water is very cold, we get out of the bath. Although your body has thankfully relaxed a little. You wrap yourself in a towel and look around the bathroom. No sign of a change of clothes. After all, you're not going to parade around in a small towel that barely covers your pudgy body.

Slowly, hesitantly, you open the bathroom door, wanting to call out and ask a man for clean clothes. Because there is no point in wearing the old ones. They are fit to burn at most. You don't believe that even the best washing machine and detergents can cope with such dirt that has dried for weeks.

Looking down the corridor you notice a few changes. The corridor is softly lit, no longer dark.

And the other thing is that there is a chair opposite the bathroom door.

And on it lie nicely stacked brand new clothes, deodorant and a toothbrush. Next to it lie plasters, bandages and wound disinfectant.

You look around the corridor, but there is no one there but you.

In the distant kitchen you hear the clink of plates and cupboards being opened. You think you hear the clatter of Riley's claws walking quickly across the kitchen floor, a very familiar sound, something known from the past.

In addition to the symphony of sounds, your nostrils are filled with a smell. Food. Dinner. Definitely a warm meal. It's all so unreal, ordinary, idyllic. So innocent and mundane. As if those two years never happened, as if you were spending your weekend off gossiping at a friend's house. And you weren't struggling in drudgery and terror to survive.

Hurriedly, feeling your stomach growl with hunger, you pick up the things Ghost left for you from the chair. You glance at the tag of one of the clothes, not only were they the right size, they were from a really good and expensive company.

Returning to the bathroom you smile slightly, hugging the fresh and tactile clothes.

Well, maybe meeting and visiting Ghost's house wasn't as bad as you thought at first.

And maybe under the mask he wasn't such a scary person after all.

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[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

Reading about the cultural and social importance of bathing throughout Chinese history (because I am exactly the kind of person who spends hours reading about the cultural and social importance of bathing throughout Chinese history for no particular reason on a Tuesday night) and obviously now I'm imagining the sects all lowkey competing with regards to their public baths -- or at least the ones meant for visiting disciples and dignitaries.

The Jin are obviously doing The Most and being incredibly tacky about it. The floor of the bath is made of gold tile that dull super quickly and the whole tub needs to be frequently drained so the tiles can be deep cleaned and polished, and of course once they're shiny they reflect light up and through the water in a way that's actually really distracting. The bath bean has crushed pearls and seventy four different types of flowers in it. The benches are intricately engraved and inlaid with gems in places that pinch your butt when you sit on them.

The Nie have a natural hot spring that they have turned into their main public bath. The massive cavern houses a number of varying-sized pools, some of which interconnect and others of which are freestanding. The free standing pools are typically treated with different soaks to give the water various medicinal properties (most often for things like muscle aches or minor injuries, but also for skincare and such.) I imagine the Nie recipe for bath-bean would include animal fat and pancreas, making it very rich and cleansing.

Part of me wants to say the Jiang would just bathe in the lake but that seems cheap to me, so instead: Through a combination of well-placed pipes and clever array work, the Jiang bath house feels like a mini indoor rainstorm, with water falling in thousands of warm droplets from the ceiling above to fill the pools, which are more shallow that a typical bath would be. There are built-in overhangs you can sit under to get out of the "rain" while still being in the water. If requested the rain can be "turned up" and the lights dimmed, and cymbals crash so you feel like you're really standing out in a raging thunderstorm, which some people find incredibly soothing and others find terrifying. I can't think of anything unique for the bath bean other than lotus flowers but I do think, given the proximity to the river, that mud wraps would be a common treatment offered.

The Lan... probably have the worst public baths, actually. They may not even actually have a public bath at all. If they do have one, it's not meant to be a place of luxury or entertainment, although of course it would be tastefully decorated and comfortable. Rather they'd find some way to make public bathing less about socializing and more about silently meditating while pretending you aren't surrounded by other naked people. I guess the cold springs kind of sort of count as a public bath but not really. Bath bean smells distinctly medicinal, but obviously whatever is in it works, because the Lan all look Like That.

The public bath in Qishan stopped being a popular attraction when Wen Ruohan stopped having visitors, but for years their bath was one hell of a marvel. Massive, bronze statues of phoenixes would be heated until glowing-hot and then lowered into the stone tub, filling the air with thick steam. Patrons would sit around the room on their benches, sweating it out until the statues had cooled enough for the water to be safe to enter. If you wanted a cold bath, the adjoining room was also home to a massive bronze statue, this one of a dragon that sat in the center of the tub and poured cool water out of it's mouth. Bath bean was made with plant ash rather than rice or soybean powder, and the water was all treated with volcanic ash.

And, because I am Me, the Wei sect: I'm imagining a dark hall deep in the cave systems, the floor lined with man made in-ground pools of varying sizes not entirely unlike the Nie baths, however these pools aren't connected to an outside water source or each other. There are illusion arrays carved into the walls that send out glowing, ghostly shapes of fish and otters and other river creatures swimming through the air. The pools are filled through overhead pipes that pour water, oils, and herbal mixtures into the pool, and each pool has access to it's own set of labeled levers, so a person or group of people can customize their bath while they're having it, adding more cool water, hot water, or various add-ins. The bath bean is more of a paste due to the addition of a ton of collagen. (They get it from the kitchen's bone broth. The bones are not human, but that doesn't stop visiting disciples from scaring each other about it. Don't piss off the Yiling Louzu or you'll end up in the soap.)

[astyrial]

sparks between you suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you’re practicing with a hockey player for an event word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of skating blades masterlist | requests are open part 1 / part 3

    "all you have to do is toss me a little, not throw, mr. reckless," you skate up to suna, your hands reaching for his, "and you have to position your hands here on my hips."

  your fingers interlace with his, hands guiding his until they're up against your hips. his fingertips glide across your bodysuit, the feeling carries through to your skin, sending goosebumps along your torso. you look back at him and give him a short smile, "we'll start with you slightly lifting me off the ground and dropping me on the ice."

  it took a couple of practices for the two of you to get where you are. the first one filled with you criticizing his hockey skates, stating that 'they aren't built for this', and him commenting that it won't matter since it's just for a day. he would turn away from you a lot, rolling his eyes at your instructions. you end up sending kiyoko a look similar to daggers since you're stuck with the most stubborn person alive (besides yourself). 

  you nearly strangled him by the end of the practice and told kiyoko such. through a long phone call, you shared all of your grievances with the hockey player. she ensured you that all will be alright if you just give him a viable chance. due to her reason and influence, you promised yourself you would be better for the next practice. 

  the second practice started with a short truce that suna actually ended up initiated...

  "i'm sorry... for my attitude the other day. i get that this is your thing and you understand better than i do. let's get this done and then we can part ways forever," suna holds out his hand, a pair of cloth gloves covering his probably freezing fingers.

  you bite your lip, looking between his eyes and his hand. without thinking much of it, you hold out your hand and give his a short shake. his hand is rather cold against your own glove. when you look up at his eyes, you can see the heat from his mouth forming a small cloud of fog. suna gives you a short smile and pulls his hand away, "we should get started then..."

  "right, how about we work on spinning? not your forte, i know, but we wanna win," you begin ruffling through a large duffel bag that you had brought, causing suna to look around you in an attempt to get a peek, "but that means you need a blade with a toe pick."

  you pull out an old pair of your uncle's figure skates (the main reason you ever got into skating). it's battered, definitely having seen better days, but it works for what you're trying to accomplish (especially because it miraculously fit). suna stands there for a moment, his mouth open a little.

  "trying to compete with hockey skates are dangerous due to the make of them, so, wouldn't want mr. reckless to get hurt in the middle of a season."

  something about the two of you changed, the way you interacted was no longer tense. he'd finally face you while rolling his eyes at your instructions. he finally gives you a small smile when you say something funny. suna's hands even grip you a little better and you can practically feel him lighten a little. 

  he brings you up, using his upper body strength to toss you a little. with what little space you have, you accomplish a half spin, landing with one leg out. you let out a small sigh as you turn around to look at him, your eyebrows raised.

  "well suna, it seems we have something that we can work with," you rest your hands on your hips, skating back towards him.

  suna shrugs his shoulders, crossing his arms across his chest, biting back a smile, "seems we do, i guess we have you to thank for that. because i really have no idea what i'm doing."

  you shake your head, skating around him on the somewhat jagged ice. the two of you began your practice after kiyoko and tanaka's and the zamboni hadn't had a chance to smooth it out. you bring yourself to a stop and hold out your hand, your fingers wiggling while you wait for suna to grab it. 

  he raises an eyebrow, nervously putting out his hand to grab yours. "what are we doing now?" suna runs his thumb against the back of your hand, a chill following quickly behind.

  "we're going to skate side by side, i mean, you can't just be throwing me around to get points," you pull him towards you, gliding your skate against the ice, letting his skates follow suit, "we have to find a rhythm, work together, just for another week..."

  "yes, another week," suna looks away for a moment before he begins to copy your footwork, his skates moving harmoniously with yours. 

  the two of you start around the rink, his free hand moving until it latches onto your waist, keeping him with you. he moves ahead of you, skating backward, his fingers still resting firmly against your hip. you bring your free hand up to his shoulder and replicate that of the waltz. as you look into his eyes, it feels as though the two of you have been skating together forever. 

  he goes to turn around, continue behind you, but something catches on his skates. suna falls onto his back; his hand that's latched onto you, brings you down with him. he slides against the cold ice, his eyes closed in anguish. suna's arm is still around your waist as he instinctively protected you from the fall. 

  you let out a soft sigh, breathing heavily, "um- you okay?"

  "okay? i mean, i did just slip on some ice and completely ate it-" he begins to complain about what happened, but he quickly stops as soon as he opens his eyes.

  the first thing that he sees is you staring back at him, eyebrows furrowed. your eyes search his golden-hazel eyes, your noses nearly touching. he doesn't know what to do besides give you a small smile and shrug, "i'll be okay, though. trust me, hockey is a contact sport."

  his reassurance sends a smile to your face and he looks away from you. you finally realize just how awkward of a situation the two of you are. "uh, thanks for the save suna, appreciate it," you bring your leg over him and rest your knee on the ice.

  suna lets go of your waist, his fingers sliding off of your torso like he didn't quite want to let go yet. you watch as he brings himself to his feet, holding out his hand for you to grab. when your hand takes his for another time, it becomes clear to you that initially misjudged the hockey player.

[lily-alphonse]

Rarepair Sam/Shane joja dorks

I love Sam and Shane. If they dont have a ship name Im calling them Sunnyside (for nonenglish speakers, “sunnyside up” is a way to cook eggs without flipping, so its both a reference to eggs and the sun)

Toxic or nontoxic, I love it. Give me the daddy issues angst. Give me the power imbalance. But also could be sweet! Shane learns to love life again by seeing it through Sam’s eyes. If I was actually going to write it I think I might lean more toxic, I love leaning into Shane’s worst traits (wonder why there are no Shane fics on my main account hmm?)

BUT with these asks Ive been making them all sweet and shit so let me try to think of something for that. I’ll make the age gap like 7 years (23/30 maybe?).

(Future Lily here: I got carried away with this one, it's now an official ficlet that I'll be posting to AO3 too lol)

They’ve been friendly enough as coworkers for a while. Sometimes Shane will even humor him by engaging him in conversation at work. He actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Funny even, if you like a deadpan sort of humor. But he’s closed off anywhere else. On Friday nights Sam watches over the pool table as Shane gets so drunk he stumbles home.

He worries about him. Despite Shane’s reputation around town as someone to steer clear of, Sam cares about everyone. And he knows he’s one of the few people Shane will talk to at all.

Things seem to get worse with his drinking. He’s calling out at work more. Coming in late.

Sam starts to come out at night to watch and make sure he gets home okay. He’s usually up when the saloon closes anyway. On nights where Shane’s stumbling badly, Sam goes out into the cold and follows him just in case. You never know with alcohol poisoning. He’s seen it at a party once and never wants to see it again.

But he will if he has to.

One bad winter night he’s following Shane as he does, when they round the corner and he just disappears on the other side. Sam looks around, it’s exceptionally dark on this path into the forest. He’s considering turning the flashlight app on on his phone when he suddenly gets pinned against the nearest barren tree.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Shane hisses, the alcohol thick on his breath.

“Shane what the fuck!” His heart is racing. Has Shane ever been this close to him before?

“No, you what the fuck! Answer me!”

“I’m just worried!”

Shane groans angrily and lets him go. “Perfect! Of course you’re fucking worried. Let me just add you to the Yoba-damned list of people to disappoint then. No- just don’t okay? Do me a favor and don’t.”

Sam doesn’t know what to say. Despite being a big guy, he doesn’t like confrontation. Never has. He just wants people to be happy.

But Shane seems to want an answer. He’s still standing there, huffing cloudy breaths into the night and staring.

So Sam meekly says what he is thinking. “I just want everyone to be happy.”

An explosive sound comes out of Shane that has Sam flinching, certainly the beginning of a rant, but then he stops as suddenly as he started. He deflates. When his voice comes out next it is weak and broken.

“Of course you do, Sam.” He sighs, and it sounds so sad Sam almost wishes he was angry again. “But maybe some people aren’t built to be happy.”

Sam steps closer to him, just wanting to see into his eyes again in the near darkness. “I don’t believe that,” Sam whispers, Shane looking up to meet his eyes again. “I don’t think you really believe that either.”

“No, you’re right… I think I was happy once. But that might be even worse. If I had never been happy this might hurt less.”

Shane’s eyes are glassy. He’s close enough to hug and Sam is tempted to, but resists. “What happened, Shane?”

“So much. Too much,” he gives a sharp, sort of rueful chuckle as he looks away. But his body stays close. Maybe its the cold that keeps him close, but his cheeks are flushed with heat. "You know I'm turning thirty soon?"

Sam bites his lip, tempted to make a joke. When Shane meets his eyes again though, he can't help it. "Actin' real sixteen to be thirty," he mumbles with a smirk.

Shane elbows him but laughs. "Shut the fuck up. Idiot."

"I'm right though."

"So am I."

"Yeah, I can be an idiot and also right."

Shane laughs again and shakes his head. "Yeah."

"So that's what's got you like this then? That you're turning thirty?"

Shane bites at the inside of his cheek. "Just puts things into perspective, I guess."

Sam nods, though he doesn't really understand. He looks up into the night sky as the silence stretches, eyes hopping from star to star. "D'you think I'll get like that when I'm thirty?"

Shane scoffs, so Sam looks down at him again. "Hard to imagine you ever being anything but nauseatingly positive."

Sam's smile widens. "I'll try and take that as a compliment."

"Course you would," he grumbles. After a moment of silence he speaks again. "Sam?"

"Hm."

"I don't actually want you to stop, by the way."

"I know." Sam leans forward and opens his arms, half-expecting to be pushed away. But Shane hugs him. He leans his head on Shane's and murmurs, "I won't."

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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@doggobrie you weren't alone on this one!

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

Can you feel it? Can you feel how close we're getting? 😏

3. Sometimes, I really hate myself.

Part 1 - the arcade

Part 2 - the rooftop

Part 3 - the canon

Warnings: none.

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     She sat at the desk, typing away on her laptop studiously, tongue sticking out slightly as she focused on the screen. She was always so cute when she was concentrating. Even cuter when she was concentrating on him. He leaned over, trying to sneak a glance at her screen to see what she was working on. “What are you typing, arañita?” 

     She looked up, startled by the sudden interruption. Then her lips curled into a smile at the sight of him, her eyes trailing over every dip and curve of his muscles, highlighted by the thin material of his suit. She bit her lip, then turned back to her laptop, glancing over at him occasionally as she continued typing. “Nothing …”

     He narrowed his eyes at her, even more determined now to find out what, exactly, she was writing. He reached out to grab her laptop and tug it towards him, but she curled herself around it quickly, foiling his plan. 

     “Miguel! Stop!” she chided him, her entire body heating up in embarrassment. Oh, now he definitely had to find out what she was trying to hide from him. He slid his chair over to hers and slung one arm over her, trying to pry her off of her laptop. 

     “¡Arañita!” he chastised her in between insistent tugs. “What are you … trying to hide … chica?” 

     “Nothing!” she continued to lie to him. “Why do you even care?!” She huffed in irritation, refusing to let him see her laptop. But he didn't care, not really. Not after he'd wrapped himself around her, her small form fitting so perfectly against his chest. He laid his head on her shoulder, breathing in the sweet strawberry scent of her perfume and feeling so completely at home. 

     “Because you're getting so defensive about it,” he whined, his tone teasing.

     His voice was muffled by where he'd buried his face in the crook of her neck. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he seemed happy enough to just stay like that, curled around her like he belonged there; like he didn't want to be anywhere else but right there with her. She sighed, relaxing into his hold and taking comfort in him in the same way he was taking comfort in her. She reached up after a while to run her fingers through his hair, the dark strands soft between her fingers, then she bent over to press her lips to the top of his head in a gentle kiss. 

     He hadn't expected that, feeling her lips on him. And it felt nice - too nice - so he released her, loosening his grip on her reluctantly so could put some space between them again. He swallowed hard, nervous, then lifted his gaze to hers, finding everything he wanted to say to her right there on her face too: ‘I love you.’ ‘You make me feel safe.’ ‘I feel at home when I'm with you.’ ‘No one else could ever make me feel the way you do.’ ‘I'd let the whole world fall apart if it meant I could be with you. Just you. Only ever you.’ That last one was what scared him the most. She swallowed carefully, her brows furrowing with nerves. Then she whispered, “I love you, Miguel.” 

     He clenched his fists, his chest warming at the words. Then he whispered, “I know.” 

     “No, I …” X set her lips in a frown, her features scrunching up as she built up the courage to say the words, to make him understand what she wanted from him - what she needed from him. “I'm in love with you, Miguel.”

     Her voice was firm as she said it, resolute, like she wasn't going to give him an out anymore. But then her features crumpled with nerves again as she continued. 

     “Like, a lot,” she admitted softly. “I really love you. I … I don't …” She clenched and unclenched her fists, her hands starting to tremble as she felt the tears begin to build up behind her eyes. She turned away from him, not wanting him to see her so vulnerable, and steeled herself for his response.

     ‘I love you too,’ he wanted to say to her. ‘So much. So much that it terrifies me. So much that I find myself unable to fall asleep anymore when you’re not lying in my arms. So much that I'd be willing to let the entire multiverse fall apart if it meant that I could keep you with me forever.’ But he couldn't do that. So he opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with something that he could say to her. 

     She felt her heart sink lower and lower into her stomach with each second of silence that passed by. Finally, she stood up, unable to take it anymore. She grabbed her laptop and tucked it under her arm, turning to glare at him. He continued to remain silent, peeking up at her once to flash her a guilty look before he lowered his gaze again. Her lip began to quiver, the pressure behind her eyes increasing as the tears threatened to slip out. Did he really not love her, then? In the same way she loved him? In the way he'd led her to believe for the past few weeks? Panicking over almost losing her, inviting her to sleep over at his place, spending time with her to pick her up when she was feeling down. Had it all been a lie? Some cruel joke he'd played on her because he'd been bored? She tried to huff in irritation, to let him know that she was done, and this was it for her. But it just came out as a sob, and she spun on her heel, doing her best to maintain a steady pace as she walked over to the exit. 

     “¡Arañita!” he called after her quickly, shooting out of his seat. She could hear the pain in his voice, the desperation, so she stopped, but didn't turn around, waiting. Always waiting. Honesty, he decided, he owed her that much. “I'm scared.”

     She inhaled deeply, then let it out again, sighing heavily before finally turning back around to face him. She let out an incredulous snort. “And you think I'm not?” 

     But she was brave, so much braver than him, baring her heart out to him even though she was absolutely terrified as well. He tried again to say something, to tell her the same - that he loved her, that he was in love with her too - but again, the words refused to make themselves known. She clenched her fists at his silence. 

     “Okay,” she murmured. Then she turned and left. He collapsed into his seat, holding his head in his hands as his insides twisted and churned with guilt and fear. 

     “Miguel?” Lyla questioned, popping up beside him. “Your vitals are increasing. What's wrong?” He ground his teeth together as he replayed her words in his head, over and over again, his heart squeezing at the quiet sobs she'd tried to hide from him so he wouldn't know how much he'd hurt her. Again.

     “She told me …” he began softly, hearing the words echoing in his mind again, “that she's in love with me.” 

     “Well, duh!” Lyla responded, folding her arms across her chest. “Everyone knows that.” But did everyone know that he was in love with her too? He hunched over again, shaking his leg beneath the table as he continued to ruminate over it. He shifted his gaze to the door and questioned himself how he could have let her go, just like that? ‘Because you couldn’t ever be together,’ that infuriating voice in the back of his head reminded him. Because they were from two completely different dimensions. He clenched his fists, getting sick of the excuse himself. 

     “Why does this have to be so difficult?!” he finally groaned. 

     “Why do you have to make it so difficult?” Lyla challenged him. 

     “Because!” Because he couldn't fall in love with her, he couldn't. How could they possibly ever be together without breaking some sort of canon event? Without … Without costing everyone their lives? “We can't … We're not …”

     “Not what? From the same dimension?” Lyla supplied, floating around the room on her back like she was swimming. 

     “Yes!” Miguel exclaimed, not understanding how she could be so casual about this. Lyla popped back over to him and shrugged. 

     “So what?” Miguel's jaw dropped in horror. 

     “So?! So it could tear the whole multiverse apart!” His shoulders slumped in disappointment at the thought - at the memory. “Again.” 

     “That's kind of romantic though, don't you think?” Lyla grinned and swooned dramatically. “A love that could tear the entire multiverse apart!” 

     Miguel raised an eyebrow at her reaction, suspicious - it was too much like something X would say. His chest tightened at the thought of her. “Has someone been rewriting your code?” 

     “No.” Lyla flickered back over to him, eyes wide with innocence. Then she grinned. “I'm a self-learning AI, remember? Programmed to assist you? I've just been collecting data on whatever - or whoever - you respond to best.” Right. He'd have to fix that. He didn't think he'd be able to handle it if Lyla started telling him she was in love with him too. 

     “Miguel?” Peter called out to him, entering the room hesitantly. “Everything okay, buddy? I heard you yelling from outside.” Miguel didn't respond as Peter webbed up to the platform. So he turned to shoot Lyla a questioning look instead. She sighed.

     “He's too afraid to tell X that he's in love with her too,” she revealed. Miguel tensed up at her words.

     “Lyla!” Peter smiled and reached up to give his friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

     “Don't worry, Miguel - we all know it already,” he confessed. Miguel flashed him a puzzled look and he grinned knowingly. “Why do you think I always call her when you get mad?” Miguel rolled his eyes at that. Peter sat down, taking the seat beside him - X's seat. 

     “So?” Peter asked him gently. “What's the problem? Why don't you just tell her?” 

     He made it sound so easy: just tell her, just tell her that you're hopelessly in love with her too. Miguel tapped his fingers on the desk, afraid to say it out loud. Finally, “what if it's not in the canon?” 

     So that was what had been bothering him, Peter realised finally. Of course he was afraid! What if he did something to lose someone he cared about? Again? It had affected him so badly the first time, Peter knew he wouldn't be able to go through that again. He considered his friend's response carefully. 

     “Well, have you checked the canon?” Peter suggested. Miguel felt a lump form in his throat. No - he'd been too terrified to do it. Petrified by the thought that she might leave him someday; that he might be forced to go back to living in a world without her in it. Peter turned to Lyla. “Hey, Lyla, can you pull up Miguel's timeline or something? To see if X is anywhere in it?” 

     The AI gave him a little salute. “Roger that.” 

     She disappeared for a minute, and then the room lit up with glowing neon threads, surrounding them with a web of Miguel's entire life. Peter stood up, heading over to check the canon. 

     “So there's you as a kid. Aww, you were so cute! What happened to you?” Peter twisted his head back to look over at Miguel, snickering at his own joke. Then he returned his attention to the timeline. “There's you as a teenager. Glad to know you went through that awkward phase too. Oh! There's you in college - getting closer.”

     Peter moved along the timeline, turning around to call back to Miguel every once on a while. “There's you setting up the … What was it you called us? The strike force? There's … There's you a year ago. And there's you meeting X for the first time. Wait. You didn't get that canon event notification thingie?” 

     Miguel froze. Mierda, he'd completely forgotten! The first time they'd met, when he'd rescued her from Molten Man. His watch, it had lit up, it had notified him of the successful occurrence of a canon event. He'd just assumed that it had been because they'd stopped Molten Man from messing up the timeline. Not …

     “Oh! There's when you guys fought that Loki!” Peter exclaimed, still following Miguel's timeline around the room. His eyes widened as he remembered a slight flash of green in the corner of his eye - a signal he'd been too focused on X to notice. “Hey, there's another one here! It looks like you guys are on a rooftop? Somewhere? I can't make out what you're saying to her, but she looks happy.”

     Miguel finally turned around to see for himself what his timeline looked like. He didn't remember this scene having played out before, but Peter was right: she did look happy. Her eyes lit up, her lips stretched wide, her expression adoring and overjoyed as she watched him fiddling with his hands nervously, mumbling something to her. What was he saying to her? He pulled his gaze away, not quite believing it - that they might just end up together after all - and then his eyes landed on another event. 

     She was lying in a hospital bed, her hair matted to her face with sweat, her features contorted in pain and frustration. She was holding onto someone's hand, though he couldn't tell who it was since they were out of the frame. Judging by the fact that she was in the middle of labour, however, he guessed that it was probably her husband. But why would that show up in his timeline? Finally, the baby arrived, crying and healthy, and an expression of relief overtook her exhausted features. She smiled up at her husband, treating him to that same ecstatic and adoring look she'd given him on the rooftop, and now he saw that the man standing next to her … was him. He gazed down at her in awe and bliss, his lips stretched wide as he shared her excitement. He bent over to press a kiss to the top of her head, never letting her hand go, not until they'd cleaned and weighed the baby - their baby, just like she'd said at the arcade - and placed it in his arms. Their son. Their very own son, so tiny in his father's arms, his eyes wide and curious, just like his mother's. He was beautiful - the perfect combination of himself and the woman he loved. Miguel felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Peter, smiling up at him happily. Then he realised the sudden wetness on his face and reached up to find a tear running down his cheek. He wiped it away, trying to compose himself, then he cleared his throat. 

      “How do we …” he began hesitantly, still a little afraid to believe it. “It might not even be her. It might just be another version of her.” 

     “Lyla,” Peter called her back. “Can you check which version of X this is?” 

     “Yup! Pulling up her timeline now.” She disappeared again and suddenly, a beam of yellow light raced through the room, twining itself around the red light representing his timeline. And then they were surrounded by a jumble of all the canon events he and X would share together. Lyla reappeared in front of the two of them. “So, I can confirm that the X who shares your canon events is X, Black Widow of Earth-2. She's your X, Miguel.” 

     A wave of relief swept over him at her words and he fell back into his seat once again. His X, his arañita, for however long they'd have together. ‘I have absolutely no choice, Miguel,’ she'd said that day, that first night they'd spent together, no questions asked. ‘I'm going to have to marry you. Don't worry - I think we'll be okay.’ He pinched the bridge of his nose, a huge weight finally feeling like it had been lifted off his shoulders. She'd been right; she'd been right all along. He had to tell her, he had to find her, he had to … He turned to Lyla, features set with determination. “Where is she?” 

     “She went home, according to her watch,” she replied. Miguel keyed her location into his watch immediately. 

     “I have to find her. I have to tell her …” His lips curled at the ends and his voice went soft as he finally said the words out loud,” that I’m in love with her too.” 

     “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Peter stopped him unexpectedly. Miguel raised an eyebrow, confused. “Don't you want to make it special? I mean, she's never had a boyfriend before, remember?” 

     Right. He'd forgotten about that. But it didn't really matter what he did now anyway: she was his canon, the two of them together, always. But then … why had it taken them this long to find one another? And why had they needed to find each other in the first place, traversing space and time just to get to one another? His stomach roiled with apprehension. 

     “Lyla,” he began slowly. “How far along can you predict our timelines?” 

     “Well, considering that the two of you are … a little different to most of the others,” she pointed out uncertainly, “twenty years?” 

     His heart began thudding in his chest as he posed the question, terrified of considering the possibilities. “And what happens then?”

A little holographic tablet appeared in the AI’s hands as she considered his question. 

     “Nothing significant,” she revealed before popping back over to his side. “X stops being Black Widow though, after you guys have your first kid. But then you take over as Spiderman for her city.” Suddenly, she gasped loudly, causing Miguel's heart to skip a beat in terror. 

     “Oh my gosh!” she squealed excitedly, turning her tablet towards Miguel. “Your kids are so cute! Wanna see?” 

     “I want to see!” Peter exclaimed, rushing over to Lyla. “How many do they have?”

     “No! Don’t!” He swiped at Lyla, trying to wave her away. “You can’t just go around telling everyone their canon events!” Lyla hopped around the room, trying to ignore his desperate pawing. 

     “But you do it all the time!” she pointed out, settling herself on his desk, her tiny legs dangling over the edge. Miguel frowned.

     “Yeah, well, not everything has to be … Some things can still be a surprise!” he argued, his stomach bubbling with excitement in anticipation of their kids. Their kids. Kids plural! He couldn't wait to see their tiny little faces and carry their tiny little bodies in his arms. Actually, he could wait. He wanted it to be a surprise, just like he'd make sure it would be for her.

     “A few surprises,” Peter commented, exchanging a knowing smirk with Lyla. Miguel groaned, then took hold of Peter's shoulders, guiding him towards the exit. 

     “Go … take care of your own surprise, Peter,” he grumbled.

     “Hey! Mayday was planned!” Peter yelled in response, turning his head around to look at Miguel.

     “Doesn't mean she doesn't need looking after!” Their bantering voices faded away as they made their way down the corridor. Lyla let out a dramatic sigh once they'd left. 

     “Men,” she muttered. “You'd think they'd grow up after having their own kids.”

Tags: @leahnicole1219 @heubstr

[ilydeku]

pretty right feeling, pity wrong time | senku x reader

Pieces of leather were scattered throughout the camp grounds before them, all scribbled with advanced models and designs of the such. The air was filled with sneers and gleefulness as you and Senku continued scrawling together. Chrome, Gen, and the rest were awestricken by how excited you both looked. It wasn't often that they get to see you guys express genuine emotions of joy. After all, you two have been working hard to build the kingdom of science.

"A wind turbine, y/n!? Haha..so exhilarating!"

"Yeah! But we'd need lots of iron and carbon compounds to make steel...and generators...and electric motors..." You sighed, realizing that a wind turbine required much more than what you held. "...oh well."

"Hey, it's not impossible though. We're getting closer and closer to reaching those eras, so don't gloom on it-"

"Haha, are you serious? As if I'd give up after one concept." You took one of his and your leather drawings and set them on the ground together. "Here!" Senku scooted closer to where you were sitting to get a closer look at your observations. "I see you've drawn out these bluff bullets and lead spheres." You look at him for his reaction and back to the models.

"Yeah...That's a diagram of a catapult you made, isn't it..." A snarky grin grows on his face as your idea came to surface.

"If we built my catapult..."

"And created multiples of my lead spheres..."

"Combining the two, we'd be practically making...-"

"A CANNON!" You both exclaimed in unison, followed by maniacal retorts against Tsukasa's empire. It was amusing how much you two got along. Well of course you did; you were both science freaks after all. Watching the playfulness and tease between you and Senku was like watching children play. Gen had already taken notice of the likeness and relation even before this moment: the cooperation, solitary partnered tasks, and assistance, but this much liveliness between you and Senku made him believe his hunch could be even more valid. He crossed his arms and smirked before opening his big mouth.

"Ooh Senku-chan, y/n-chan! You two really seem to get along with each other, don't youuu~" His hands cupped his face as he swayed around all lovey-like. Your head turned around toward Gen's direction, unamused by his behavior.

"Uhuh. Yes we do," you blankly replied, turning your attention back to Senku who was scribbling a new page of your combined structures, too lost in his little science world to have his focus drawn away. He was hunched on his knees over the piece of leather, one arm to support himself while the other scribbled away. You kneeled just a few inches from him, close enough to see what he was doing. "Anyways, Senku, if the wood isn't strong enough to support the spheres, a possible solution would be to create densified wood." He paused for a moment, hovering his graphite over the leather. Densified wood? Think Senku...what was formula again?

"...Ahh, you mean the process of boiling wood in a mix of sodium hydroxide and sodium sulfite?"

"Mhm. It'll take out some parts of lignin and hemicellulose. After boiling the wood, we'll use heating compression which will strip out some polymers for the new wood to reform and... well I'm pretty sure you know how the rest works out."

"Of course, resulting in the collapse of cell walls and the complete densification of the natural wood with highly aligned cellulose nanofibers." Senku rested the piece of graphite on the ground as the sketch of the model came to completion. He sighed, just before a soft chuckle, and looked up at you. A genuine, confident smile came upon his face, complimenting his features.

"Heh. You're pretty smart, you know that?" Specks of warm rose tainted your cheeks. It was merely a compliment, but still. Compliments coming from Senku were pretty rare, considering the fact that well... he's him.

"Pfft," you chuckled, sharing the given smile. "You just noticed?"

Gen frowned as you two interacted with each other. He was being ignored. Oh well. "Oh Senku-chan, y/n-chan! You sure do have quite the chemistry going on between you two! You know I have a great idea for you guys! Why don't you become a happy little couple!? And then you two could get married, become one, and create-"

"Nope."

"Absolutely not."

"Not in ten billion years." You and Senku stopped to give Gen poker-faced looks. An aura of coldness and grimace radiated from the both of you towards him, immediately putting his mouth on hold.

"..."

"Hey, Senku, you know Gen is right!" Chrome piped, skipping over, crouching down to Senku, and knocking him over with a mere jab of his elbow.

"Shut up, Chrome. You almost stepped on all our models," Senku frowned, pushing Chrome off to crawl and collect the scattered pieces of leather. "We're busy right now. Go be an idiot elsewhere."

"Senku, you like y/n? Haha, oh man! I didn't think you'd ever be interested in a girl, Senku!" Ginro shouted from his post. Interested in the overheard speculation, he raced over and joined Chrome in his playful tease. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Senku sat cross-armed with both Ginro and Chrome spitting flirty nonsense at him. It was funny how Senku's face remained neutral, denial after denial of any fascinations towards you.

But deep down, his heart was endeared with nothing but adoration for you.

He's tried to push these silly feelings away, but it was useless. Love was never his thing and was never something he intended on getting distracted by. He fully believed that science was the only love he'd ever need, but with you, it was just something so different, so interesting. His love for you would only waver within.

You reciprocated the same feelings. The inclination profound beneath that scientific onlook of yours. Between you two, that love you shared was as clear as day, an affectionate pact of silence. He could see it in your eyes. You could see in his eyes, yet the sense had never been spoken of. There was absolutely no time to spare for romance. You two knew that. An unspoken rule. That's why you both haven't said anything about your feelings because now wasn't the time. Not yet.

Senku's face softened as he turned to you, Chrome and Ginro continuing with their nonsense. He grinned. You grinned.

I know you know and you know I know. Wait just until after we build this world together. I promise I won't keep you waiting any longer than that, y/n.

just finished watching dr. stone, w anime, looking forward to s3

bro i haven't fallen this hard for a character since izuku midoriya, and that's been years 💀

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