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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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Nighttime Sorrows

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: They are both inherently traumatized people, so nightmares aren't exactly a rarity for them. Warnings: Nightmares, canon-typical child abuse, and mental health issues Word Count: 1,786 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

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A/N: I said I was going to write something that actually had them together before it began, and now it's here! I wrote and edited this on the same day so there's a possibility that there are some errors I missed. I hope that you guys can enjoy this cute little fic regardless! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

high school/college sweethearts - hurt/comfort - meeting the family - “I wrote this for you” - flood - shifter AU

Viktor began to wake when he felt the bed shifting beside him. He had been a terribly deep sleeper when he was younger thanks to the sedative that he had been on since he was a literal toddler. Now that he was off of it and he had been through as much as he was, he had trouble getting to and staying asleep for longer than a couple of hours without medical intervention. He had worked long and hard to make sure that he could use as many natural methods as he possibly could, terrified of having to be medication dependant for the rest of his life. He had managed to work it so that he slept through the night on most days, but he was easy to wake whenever something around him was happening.

He opened his eyes and let out a little groan when he saw that the space in the bed next to him was empty. It was more out of worry than annoyance, the paranoia about the love of his life disappearing into a shell eating away at him whenever he woke to that.

Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position. He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes so that he could wake himself faster before he moved to the edge of the bed. He got up and grabbed the throw blanket that they kept at the end of the bed when it was made for decoration. He draped it over his arm as he began to explore his home to find where the other occupant had gotten off to.

The study was empty, the forgotten curtains billowing in the early autumn wind. The room was chilly since they hadn’t bothered to get a rug for it yet. Viktor was only ever in there when he wasn’t working at the theater and needed somewhere secluded to practice something that had been challenging him more than it should have. Five was in there when he had to bring home schoolwork from his college classes, which was also a rarity. Sometimes they both sought refuge there to read by a light that wouldn’t bother the other partner on sleepless nights.

Tonight was not one of those, it seemed, as both the couch pressed against the bookshelf littered wall and the desk chair were empty. Viktor shut the door and continued his search.

The spare room was also empty, which was a relief. One of them only slept there when they were upset with each other or the shaking from panic attacks was so bad that it was going to be disruptive to the other.

That left one place in the apartment that Five could be. Viktor smiled softly as he walked into the living room and spotted his partner sitting on the big loveseat they had in front of the fireplace. It was a non-traditional living room with two big comfy chairs pressed into the space that the bay window made, pointed towards where the TV was mounted on the other wall. The loveseat was kitty corner to it, combining with two end tables to make another smaller space to exist within the sizeable room.

“Five?” Viktor asked as he wrapped his knuckles against the edge of the doorframe to let his husband know that he was there. Viktor had retained just a little bit of the superpowered hearing that he had grown up with after they had been transported to the new universe through the strange machine that took their powers. It made it easier for him to hear when his husband was coming, but the other man lacked that. It had been a bit of a learning curve to have to announce his presence for another person that was so full of trauma about people sneaking up on him, but Viktor would have learned it a thousand times over if it made Five more comfortable.

“Did I wake you?” Five replied as he looked up. He was sitting on the loveseat with his legs folded underneath him. His hands were in between them, palms facing up towards the ceiling. He was wearing his sleep clothes, a pair of gray sweatpants with a baggy t-shirt that had a band Luther liked on it.

“I was already mostly awake anyway,” he lied as he walked over. He didn’t like lying to his partner so he made it a habit to do it as rarely as possible. He wanted them to have the kind of fervent, adoring honesty that they had when they were children as they delved further into marriage. A little white lie to try and assuage some of the guilt that was no doubt rattling around in Five’s head wasn’t going to damage them at all, however.

The couch dipped a little bit as he sat down next to his partner. He draped the blanket over the both of them so that he could chase away the fall breeze that had infested their house. That kind of temperature was fine when they were asleep and their internal body temperatures had already dropped, but it left them both shivering slightly when they were awake.

He made a big show of flopping the blanket over the two of them and then tucking his body right into Five’s. He had always enjoyed how much his small stature worked in favor with his taller partner, leaving him feeling like the other half of a puzzle piece that made them match so beautifully. Viktor topped it all off by reaching into Five’s lap and grabbing one of his hands, threading their fingers together sweetly.

They were quiet for a moment, both of them allowing the other to bask in the warmth and tranquility that was brought to them by their spouse. Viktor hadn’t known that it was possible to love someone as vehemently and passionately as he loved Five until they were back together and married.

“I had a nightmare,” Five breathed finally. Viktor could hear his pulse pick up just a little bit from where his head was pressed against Five’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, giving his husband a reassuring squeeze. He wanted to let the other know that he was there but there was no expectation for what was about to happen. He was there to support, not to get something there for himself.

Silence hung between them again. Five let out a shaky breath before he said, “It was about Dolores.”

That brought a complicated mix of emotions for Viktor. It was one of the reasons that he wished that they were back in the universe where the Commission or the Umbrella Academy exited, so that Five could go to therapy for the trauma that he had been through without being branded with a type of psychosis that he didn’t have. Viktor was worried that it was going to consume the other man the way that his own anxieties and depression were always gnawing away at what made him. He was ashamed to admit it, but he was also just a little jealous of Dolores. She held a place in Five’s heart that Viktor would never be able to have, a different kind of relationship and marriage to the one that they had now but one that was just as strong.

“Okay,” he whispered, trying to nudge Five further along. He had been together with the other long enough to know that he had to talk about what was bothering him before it would ever even imagine leaving his brain.

It worked a charm and Five continued, “I was back in that wasteland… But it was different this time. Instead of just being memories of some of the worst things that happened to me, I was trying to find her. It was the version of her that my brain had made, the one with blond hair and bright eyes and two arms.” He paused for a moment as he swallowed down tears. “But I couldn’t find her. The only version of her was the mannequin, superimposed onto places that she never should have been. I was so scared that I was going to be trapped and alone in that place forever, that I would never be able to get back to you or the others and I wouldn’t even get to have her by my side.”

Guilt rose in Viktor for ever feeling jealous of Dolores. It was going to be a complicated set of emotions that he would get into in the morning when he had some caffeine to jumpstart the useful part of his brain. For now, he just squeezed Five’s hand a little tighter. “I’m so sorry you had that dream, it must have been so scary.”

The floodgates open and Five bowed his head. He brought the hand that wasn’t holding onto Viktor up to his face, holding it over his eyes as he finally let himself truly break down. He was quivering slightly with the force of the cries, though he was trying to stifle it had like when they were children. The entire time, Viktor held his hand and rubbed his arm, not saying anything or even acknowledging the cries, just letting his husband know that he was there.

Slowly, the tears began to subside. The muffled sobs turned into little hiccups, the breaths became more even, the body relaxed with the endorphins that came with a massive release of emotion. Five turned to the side and pressed a kiss to Viktor’s temple, “I never want to be away from you again.”

“Me neither. You know that I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that we stay together until we both have to die,” Viktor promised. It made the other smile, Five easily catching onto what he had said during their wedding.

Their faces tilted towards each other and their lips met in a sweet, chaste kiss. When it ended, Viktor tucked his head against Five’s chest and shoulder again. Five shifted him around so that the smaller man was in his lap and his arms were wrapped around Viktor’s entire body. Featherlight kisses were pressed to his neck and forehead as they cuddled together.

Neither of them ever made it back to their bed, instead choosing to doze with the throw blanket just barely keeping out the chill on the loveseat in their living room. They’d regret it when their bodies were stiff for the next two days and they struggled to get back into their sleep routine, but it was what they needed for that night.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #fiktor #five x viktor #viktor x five #year of fiktor series #year of otp #nighttime sorrows fic #tua #the umbrella academy

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keicordelle · 1 year

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Chapter 3 of A First for Everything, for your reading pleasure. I wanted to write a chapter where Thancred and Urianger sit together under the stars -- and then I remembered there are no bloody stars and comfy nighttime conversations beneath the ceaseless glare of the Light on the first. That's alright, they'll just have to make it themselves.

Read the whole thing on Ao3 with the link above, or check out the first chapter on Tumblr here.

The ever-burning glare of the Light overhead made it hard to keep track of time, but the yawn that split Thancred’s jaw as he made his way back to Urianger's abode informed him that it was well past the time any reasonable person would be in bed. He stifled it with the back of his hand, along with the all-too familiar longing for a blanket of night overhead instead of this infernal brightness. Though at least it meant he wasn't at risk of tripping over roots and environmental hazards hidden in the darkness. Nope, it was just the actually-invisible pixies he had to worry about.

Of course, another patrol where he found nothing but fey to disturb the peace was far from a bad thing, even if it did make for a rather dull venture. It seemed Ran’jit's forces had lost their trail. That was good - beyond the simple fact that it made for much more comfortable circumstances, the last thing he wanted was to bring the might of Eulmore down on Urianger's head. That would be a poor way to repay his hospitality, and a poorer way to thank an old friend. They'd have to leave again before too much longer, lest their enemies catch wind of their presence. But for now... Urianger was right, it would do some good for Minfilia to have a proper bed for a while, and some decent food in her belly. And Thancred had to admit he relished the chance to spend more time with Urianger.

He still couldn't get over how much Urianger had changed since he'd last seen him. Well, maybe that wasn't quite right. He was, by and large, the same man Thancred had always known. He was still the dorky, history loving erudite he'd always been, speaking in his archaic tongues that practically needed a dictionary to be understood and devoting himself to his dusty old books with a fervor found only among the Sharlayans. He looked different, that was for certain (and damned if Thancred couldn't stop his eyes from straying every time he was in the same room with him), but inside he was pretty well unchanged.

Perhaps... Maybe it was just that Thancred was noticing things he had never noticed before. Like the way Urianger pillowed his head on his arms after he'd stayed up so late researching that he physically couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. Or the way his eyes shone in the light, little flecks of brown mingled in the gold that you could only see from certain angles. Or the subtle snort to his laugh when you startled him out of his composure. It was so incredibly endearing, all of it. How had he never noticed before?

The door handle turned easily in Thancred’s grip when he twisted it, the ancient wood parting smoothly to allow him back into the bowels of Urianger's home. Unlocked, again. No matter how many times Thancred reminded him to bar the door against potential threats, especially when he was asleep and vulnerable, it never seemed to penetrate through the dusty books and ancient languages that filled his head instead. Of course, Thancred’s hand hadn't even reached for the lock before trying the door either; a scant few days together, and already Urianger’s habits had imprinted themselves on his mind until he could anticipate how he would move and act. It was almost startling how easily they’d fallen into a rhythm together, adapting to each other's presence without the awkwardness Thancred had expected when he dumped himself and Minfilia onto Urianger’s doorstep. Or, well, not as much, anyway.

The interior was dark as he stepped in and locked the door behind him, or at least as dark as you could make it. Light burned around the edges of heavy drapes and wooden shutters, but the comfortable twilight of the room could almost convince him that night really had fallen and that the moon and stars shine brightly overhead outside. Only a flickering candle lit the midnight stillness within, melted wax pooling around its base as it burned itself low. A familiar figure sat beside it, the soft glow of the flame turning his grey hair to shining brass and glinting off the golden collar that banded his neck. Twelve preserve me, but he was beautiful like that, his golden eyes turned molten by the light as they lifted from the book in his hand to meet Thancred’s. Steam curled from the teapot on the table before him, filling the air with the soothing scent of chamomile and crisp apple, a half-drunk cup cooling by his elbow. The quiet smile that curved his lips as their eyes met spread warmth through Thancred’s chest better than any tea could. It didn't seem to matter how many times he'd seen Urianger turn that smile on him on the past few days, no amount of morning greetings or 'welcome back's lessened its potency.

Hoping that heat didn't show on his face, Thancred cleared his throat, wincing as the sound cut harshly through the artificial tranquility that blanketed the room. "What are you still doing up?" he asked, voice pitched low to make up for his transgression. "You weren't waiting up for me, I hope?"

"Ah, nay," Urianger answered, though the way his eyes drifted to the side made Thancred wonder. "Sleep hath eluded me once again this night. 'Twas my hope a spot of tea might hasten its arrival." The book folded around his finger suggested the futility of the attempt. A pause as Thancred shrugged out of his coat, and then, "Wouldst thou care to join me?"

Tea was not generally his drink of choice (far from it) and for all it eluded Urianger, the heavy weight of sleep gnawed at Thancred. But who was he to deny himself the pleasure of good company? "Sure," he found himself saying, lowering himself to sit on the worn couch next to Urianger.

Comfortable silence stretched between them as Urianger poured tea into a second cup Thancred hadn't noticed before, it's presence more damning than any askance look or the glittering collar that still girded his throat. Thancred accepted it from him without comment, letting the heat seep through the china to warm his fingers as he blew on the surface. Urianger settled back with his own cup, an introspective look settling over his face as he stared down into the amber liquid. Thancred held his peace, watching him out of the corner of his eye.

"Dost thou yearn for the return of the night?" he said finally, his voice quiet and his eyes fixed on the brilliant halo shining beneath the heavy curtain over the window.

"How could I not?" Thancred answered, following his gaze to the odious glare. "Three years of that infernal Light shining constantly overhead is enough to make anyone mad. Sometimes I think the people here are lucky, that they've never known anything else. They don't know what they're missing. They've got stories, sure, but... It's not the same."

Urianger hummed his agreement, and when Thancred looked over to him, his eyes were on Thancred, heart-rending sympathy glimmering in their aureate depths. "Of course. Often do I forget that thou hast spent a great deal more time beneath its glare than I. Thy longing for the night must far outstrip mine own."

Thancred made a noncommittal noise, sipping from his tea to give himself something to do other than stare back into Urianger's oddly mesmerizing eyes. They seemed to draw him in more than usual, compelling him to lean in and spill his heart out to him. Maybe it was just the late hour and the lack of sleep getting to him. There was something intimate and magical about sitting together late at night with a warm cup of tea in his hands. Even so far from anything he might call home, Thancred felt at peace here with him. It was a dangerous sort of feeling. One he could get used to if he wasn't careful, but he revelled in it anyway, indulging that hidden part of himself that longed for such intimacy. Just for tonight, anyway.

"I miss the sounds of the crickets," he said after a moment, the bitter taste of chamomile potent on his tongue. "That seems like such an odd thing to miss, but..."

"I understand," Urianger said, his voice rich like honey in the stillness. "Full well doth my heart yearn for the moon and the stars, for the celestial bodies suspended upon a blanket of darkness. Yet it is the analogous reminders of loss that are most bitter. The flicker of fireflies flitting in the distance. The crackle of embers as they vanish into the dusk. The chromatic canvas of the heavens as the last light of day fades. ...And the crickets, as thou sayest."

"What do you miss most?" Thancred asked quietly in the silence that followed. Anything to distract Urianger from the pensive regret that painted itself like shadows across his face. Anything to linger in this stolen moment, that he might covet for a little while longer the honeyed poetry that dripped from Urianger’s lips.

That sorrowful moue to his mouth turned contemplative, slender fingers drumming a quiet beat against the side of his teacup that nearly matched the beat of Thancred’s heart. Perhaps it mirrored his own. "There is naught that I do not miss about our home. But most of all, I miss- this. The chance to sit with a dear friend and partake of a cup of tea in good company. To speak of everything and nothing beneath the gentle succor of the moon's glow. For providing me with such an opportunity even in so distant a land and in such confounding circumstances, thou hast my thanks." His gaze caught Thancred’s and lingered, the soft smile that played across his lips flooding warmth through Thancred’s chest and over his cheeks.

'You're welcome,' seemed like far too lame a response for such sentiment. "I'm glad we've had the chance too," he said instead. The dim glow of the candlelight danced over Urianger’s face, catching in the hidden flecks of brown and amber in his eyes and spilling over the plush curve of his lips. Thancred’s eyes traced the soft bow, mesmerized by the play of the light over the delicate pink of his lip. The barest hint of a dimple graced one cheek, almost hidden beneath the tidy grey hair of his beard. The urge to run his fingers through it and see if it was really as soft as it looked rose and Thancred stifled it, lacing them tightly around his teacup to resist the temptation. "If we were back in Eorzea right now, what would you be doing?"

"Full well do I hold no illusion that my nights would be any less sleepless, though 'tis likely I would pass them alone. I would sit atop the roof to the Waking Sands and watch the turnings of the heavens overhead, the distant hum of the aetheryte resonating through the darkness and the weight of solitude like a blanket across my back." The teacup lifted to his lips, and Thancred’s eyes drifted to watch the bob of his throat over its gilded collar. "In truth, I prefer thy company to an evening spent alone," he admitted, eyes downcast. His hand left his cup to fiddle with the chains at his waist, running his fingers along the metal stars that adorned them. He stilled himself when he noticed Thancred watching, instead reaching to unclasp them from his belt and set them aside. "And what of thee?" he asked. "In what circumstances wouldst thou find thyself if thou were but returned to our home?"

Not this. He'd probably be in some seedy bar in some far-flung city, selling himself for some pivotal information to bring back home. Or maybe he'd be like Urianger, alone and lonely with a drink in hand and the weight of his failures hanging heavy over his head. But this quiet companionship? This would have been way out of his reach back home.

For all the trials and tribulations he'd faced since he’d been torn from his home, for all the fear and uncertainty that had filled these long years... Thancred wouldn't trade a second of it. Not if it meant losing this, the chance to sit by Urianger's side and enjoy tea and late-night conversation. The chance to see a side of him Thancred had never known existed, and to grow closer to this enigma of a man who, as it turned out, was not so puzzling after all. That alone made being here worth it.

Because of course Thancred’s mission was important. If he'd never been pulled to the First, he never would have been able to carry out Minfilia's wishes, to protect her legacy and work to save both this star and their own. Of course all of that was crucial and critical and worthwhile. Of course. But these quiet moments where companionship blooms and you see your friends in a way you never have before... These are the moments that give him life.

But Urianger was still waiting for his answer, and he couldn't exactly tell him all that. "I don't know," he said instead. "It's been too long, I can't even imagine. But... I'm glad to be here, with you."

"I am glad of that as well," Urianger said, his voice a quiet rumble in the dimness. His leg brushed against Thancred’s, the heat of his skin bleeding through the fabric to warm Thancred’s own flesh, and neither of them made any effort to draw away. His nearness was a comfort that eased a burden Thancred hadn't realized he'd been carrying. It was so good to be able to draw solace from a close friend in times like these, and from the quiet sigh that escaped him, it seemed Urianger was just as soothed by Thancred’s presence as Thancred felt by his.

So they sat together in companionable silence as the candle burned itself down, the flickering flame casting deep shadows over Urianger's face. And when his eyes drifted closed and his head lolled to lean on Thancred’s shoulder, slumber carrying him off at last, Thancred rested his cheek in Urianger’s hair and let his own eyes fall shut. With Urianger pressed against him and his quiet breathing in his ear, he slept more peacefully than he had since before he'd arrived on the First. A crook in his neck and stiffness in his joints come the morn was a small price to pay for such comfort.

[Chapter 4]

#ffxiv #thanuri #urithan #thancred #thancred waters #urianger #urianger augurelt #ffxiv fanfiction #my writing #first for everything #~K

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songbirdsandsugar-moved · 2 years

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Meet the Mun

name : lila

pronouns : she/her

preference of communication : tumblr im,

most active muse : Lucy probably

experience / how many years : 10ish

best experience : turning writing partners into super incredible amazing friends. Also, one time, in my early days of tumblr RP, I went to Philadelphia and spent a week with two of my friends that I had made on here, and it was AMAZING!

pet peeves : hounding me for replies (which fortunately hasn't happened in a while). I'm a super patient person, and will never hound you for something. If I think tumblr might've went wonky, I'll make sure you have it, but I'll never push you to reply. Being used as a meme source.

fluff, angst, or smut : all of it tbh. I don't write smut with just anyone, and I require more than just a ship to write smut (I have to feel comfy with you OOC to be able to write it), but if we have a solid ship, and we're friends OOC, then I want to write ALL of the things. But also I enjoy fluff and angst in other types of relationships too (friends, enemies, etc)

plots or memes: memes. I'm very vocal about being terrible at plotting. Memes are 1000000000% the best way to get something going with me. Plus I just love letting stuff flow naturally (Lucy & Gunpowder started with a meme) and seeing what happens. Once I see how characters interact with each other and there's a dynamic established its so much easier for me to be able to plot.

time to write : nighttime. I will get on the computer throughout the day, and sometimes even manage replies during the day. But I feel more creative at night. The sun stifles me.

are you like your muses : In some ways, probably. I'd say I'm probably more like Lucy than any of my other muses, but even she and I have a ton of differences. Lucy is more like who I want to be rather than who I am.

tagged by: @ignisregina

tagging: @lettherebemonsters, @ycllowhaired, um...uh...i dunno. My brain is suddenly blank. Whoever wants to do it!

#dash games

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strcngergirls · 2 years

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

○ name: Elfie

○ pronouns: She/Her

○ preference of communication: Discord / IMs

○ name of muse(s): so many, too many... my masterlist of all that i currently write and/or are open to writing again is here (warning: its long and stinky)

○ platforms you’ve used: myspace (yikes), tumblr, facebook ( another yikes), & discord !

○ best experience: I’ve been so so so lucky in that I’ve met so many amazing people that I have created such cool characters and stories with as well as created lovely friendships that I cherish so so much & am still writing with some over a decade later! I was lucky enough to have ships with @paramcur that went through so much character developments and struggles(ic and ooc lmao) and created so many cool threads and storylines that i’m so grateful for & i’ll never be able to thank her enough for uwu ily deokseok forever

○ rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: a pet peeve is def godmodding & metagaming, but it doesnt happen as much as it used to in circa 2011. I’ve only really had it happen once or twice but it’s just... grrrr. As for dealbreakers, ooc drama and bullying is a hard no for me. I’ve been bullied out of rpgs and had people I love and adore be bullied off the site for mistakes they made in the past. People forget that this is supposed to be a fun and creative outlet and instead let their petty childish grudges get the best of them and it’s sad that no one is allowed to learn from their mistakes and it always just turns into a witch hunt

○ fluff, angst, or smut: I do have to say I prefer angst & fluff over smut, esp since most of my muses have horror elements interwoven in them in some shape or form. I’ve written smut (shivers) in the past but when it comes to the hankypanky for my muses i tend to prefer fade to black or just alluding to it. i’m asexual so personally its hard for me to have muse for smutty things but its just a personal preference so that we are all comfy and i’m not giving you half-assed replies!

○ plots or memes: I love both!! But if I had to pick one, I’d say memes honestly. I love improv and rolling with the punches, since it’s a.) fun and b.) a good exercise for getting into muse mindset. I love brainstorming plots though, so both are entirely welcome!

○ best time to write: my answer’s gonna be confusing but i usually write at night, in bed on mobile and then format, queue, and/or post them in the mornings when I can proofread & fluff as necessary. but the bare bones of most replies are done at nighttime when i’m half asleep lol

○ are you like your muse(s): yes and no. some muses have a lot more elements of me than others, but I would honestly say there are parts of me in every muse I write. Even the ones that are nothing like me, I use people and experiences I’ve had to try and make them more believable! Since I write so many different types of characters I really try hard to make sure they’re each distinctive and not just copy & paste muses

tagged by: @talesfromthevoiid ♥

tagging: @familybyerstm @creelsclocks @firstcurse @alwaysrevvedup @de2thletter @paramcur & whoever wants to do it !

#000. ━━ ooc ♡ ramblings.#its rare that i talk about myself so here ya go lmao #sorry for tagging u meg ily

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atlastheexplorer · 1 year

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Atlas Log 3

Day 3: At a friends house in Litchfield, Connecticut, 16/7/23

05:30

I woke up slightly earlier than I was supposed to. This is fine because I had nothing better do to at this hour. I was supposed to wake up at 06:00 but 05:30 works too. It is currently raining and cool. I wish the weather back home was this cool when it rained instead of being hot and humid the entire time. It is nice being somewhere new if I’m being honest. The breeze that I felt yesterday was relaxing to say the least. Yesterday, after we arrived, not much of note happened besides the fact that we went to Mt. Tom, a local national park. It was pretty amazing to look at. The scenery was fresh and green. A sight for sore eyes to say the least. I didn’t go swimming because I didn’t feel like getting wet with cold, frigid ice water at that time. I was also busy listening to music instead. I watched life go by while listening to music. An utterly surreal moment if I’m being honest. We then went back home and the parents made dinner. My friend took me to get ice cream and then I took a nap on the couch. That probably was a mistake because I had trouble sleeping the entire night. But that is why I woke up at 05:30 this morning so easily without a fight or by laying in bed for an excessive amount of time. Our plans for today consist mainly (or should I say Maine-ly) of driving. Other than that, we have no other plans of noteworthiness. I will update the journal later.

15:20

Well, it’s time to relax. After a stressful day of moving all of our things into the house, we’re finally resting and enjoying the house. Well…enjoying may be a strong word for some of us. The room I’m currently occupying is…interesting to say the least. The unpacking was really stressful. Lots of yelling and shouting to say the least. We arrived after quite a while of driving but we made it. Our cats are hiding under the bed and I feel bad for them. They’re in a new environment and seeing a dog that they do not particularly like. They are definitely stressed. I know this to be true considering that one of them peed in their cat carrier and the other one was meowing the entire time. But they will have time to get used to it in the month that we’re going to be here for. I will update the log when something happens.

20:45

It is nighttime finally. I get my own room and get my own bed. It’s not much but it’s comfortable and that’s all that matters to me at the moment. A nice comfy bed that won’t roll on the ground and that isn’t a car seat. It feels nice to just be able to lay in bed and watch stupid YouTubers screaming at their computers. It feels like home. Sure, the wallpaper is abhorrent and the sliding doors into the sunroom are huge and very clear, but it’s livable. My parents seem happy about being able to sit back and relax, not having to work to set their new house up. Honestly, the stress of moving probably got to them more than I would like to admit but it got to me as well. I think this house can be livable and I might even learn to love it. We had a delicious dinner made by my grandmother. It was a seafood chowder made from Maine seafood. It was pretty good. She also got these biscuits from the store that tasted so good. I missed her cooking. I admit it is pretty good home cooked food. I will write more soon.

#travel #road trip

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silv3rswirls · 2 years

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Boyfriend things

Anon asks: HII! I have recently seen this reaction, and I was curious of an ateez version. Can you possibly make one?

Note: Thank you for requesting, I formatted mine differently than the example you gave me, but I hope you enjoy it! And if you like BTS, the example was written for them and it was very cute! So, definitely check out @seokjinsonlyone and their original post.

♡Seonghwa♡

Cooks for you: He’s one to learn how to make your favorite foods if he doesn’t already. He prefers when he has time to cook and eat with you, but if his schedule is busy he’ll leave you breakfast in the morning for when you wake up or leave something for dinner. He’d pack you cute little lunches for work if he could, he just likes how simple but meaningful it can be.

Encourages you: He feels a swell of joy when you accomplish things, or to see you going after things you want, so he’s always there to cheer you on as you are for him.

Takes care of you: It feels nice when you take care of him, so he wants to make sure you get the same satisfaction. Cooking or cleaning up for you, making sure you’re not overworking or that you don’t have too much on your mind.

♡Hongjoong♡

Comfortable Silence: Even early on in the relationship sitting in silence never really felt awkward with him, the two of you don’t need to talk, talk, talk all the time. One of his favorite ways to spend time with you is to just be in your presence, with no words and not doing anything, just enjoying a peaceful moment.

Shares interests: He’s very passionate when it comes to his work and outside interests, and he likes to see you be that way about your own interests. He likes to listen to you talk about them or for you to show him, and he’ll do the same. He’ll even give them a try as a way to spend time with you.

Writes lyrics for you: He’s in love, writing music is one of his passions, so it only makes sense that he writes things for you. Even if he doesn’t share them, he’s got half-finished lyrics, little blurbs he thought of on the fly, simple beats, and melodies that remind him of you.

♡Yunho♡

Holds your hand: He’s a big hand holder, especially in public. Whether you're walking together, or just standing around shopping or enjoying the outside- he likes to take your hand, pull you closer, and rest his head on yours, it’s all just 🥺

Surprises: It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, he likes to give your surprise gifts every so often, flowers, a little treat, etc.

Communication: Yunho is very easy to communicate with, and he values being able to openly communicate at any time. If you want to talk to him, he’s all ears. He listens well and opts for compromises or making sure you both are feeling comfortable.

♡Yeosang♡

Flowers: He’s simple, you could tell him you have a favorite flower one moment and he’ll pick up a little bouquet for you. He likes how you light up and smile when he brings you flowers.

Checks on you: Even if he’s gotten busy, or you have to. He always tries to find the time to message you, asking if you’re okay and if you’ve eaten well. If he knows you’re sick or just feeling down he’ll try his best to make you feel better.

Feeds you: He doesn’t like doing it much in public or around the boys, but during private moments he’ll always share with you. He always wears a little smile when he offers you a bite, and if you like it he’ll give you more through dinner.

♡San♡

Nighttime conversations: Especially if it's been a packed day and he hasn’t gotten to see you, San likes to share everything about his day with you after getting comfy and relaxing. He likes to hear about yours as well, always making sure you know he’s listening.

Remembers things: He tries his best to remember special dates and anniversaries. He takes note of things you seem to want but won't buy for yourself and even keeps a list in his notes. Seeing you break out into a smile after he’s given you something you wanted makes him smile just as big.

Makes you laugh: Has it even been a good day if he hasn’t made you laugh at least once? Like on the floor, wheezing, tears in your eyes pure joy? Absolutely, he loves it, even if he has to tickle you to death, moments like that are just so rewarding for him.

♡Mingi♡

Forehead kisses: You’re laying down or already asleep? A kiss on your forehead. Working? Just a quick one. Trying to focus on something? Mingi’s there ready to give you a little smooch. He doesn’t think much about it anymore, he just does it.

Covers you up: You’ll never be cold on his watch. If he notices you sleeping without one he’ll grab a comfy throw blanket and make sure you’re nice and tucked in.

Compliments: He’s always giving them, and likes it when you compliment him as well. It just makes him all happy and smiley. You could wear the same thing a thousand times and he’d still tell you how good it looks on you.

♡Wooyoung♡

Flirts with you: Even if you’ve been together for years, he’s never going to stop. It's fun for him, but when it makes you smile or giggle, it makes him feel just as good.

Goes out with you: He likes to tag along with you when he’s able to. It could be shopping or errands, or just going for a little drive. He likes being your little buddy to enjoy the time with. It’s just a casual way for him to spend time with you.

Gifts: Like San, he likes to give you gifts- especially if it's something he knows you’ve been wanting. He doesn’t give them often, on Birthdays and Special dates, or when he feels like you could use a meaningful little present.

♡Jongho♡

Protects you: He just has “I’m your protector” vibes, even if you don’t need protecting. He likes knowing and feeling like you’re safe. Is someone bothering you? He’s on it. Of course, he takes care of spiders or any other crawlies that you may not like as well and takes it just as seriously. He likes to do things for you as well, opening difficult jars, getting something down, or moving something heavy.

Eats with you: You never eat alone when he can help it. Even if you’re running late to get home and he ate without you, he still sits at the table with you while you eat to just talk and enjoy the company.

Reminisces: He’s a thoughtful person, more reserved than some of the others, but he appreciates all of your happy moments together. He remembers things, even the little things. A throw-away date you sent on a year ago, something cute you did when you first started seeing each other, etc. Thinking back on those moments makes him happy.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagine #ateez reaction #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #choi san #ateez fluff

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outivv · 3 years

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hello !! i hope ur having a great day so far, i've been really looking for more fluffs recently, look who's already readed most fluffs that exist on tumblr haha totally couldnt be me anyways its my first time asking / requesting so i'm a bit nervous but i want to ask (the tall boys???) diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, maybe dainsleif too!! / reader (preferably gn pls !!) whos obsessed with blankets? like whenever they're at their own household, reader tends to feel comfortable as they drape a blanket all over their body, even worse when cuddling / sleeping

+ if you want it to be angst (cause some people enjoy angst) reader didn't experience any love and affection in their past and that resulted them to be more cuddly (?) with blankets or reader didn't feel safe during nighttime so it has became a habit for them to cover themselves with blankets !!

i hope i followed the rules and uh have a great day and remember to eat ur 3 daily portions of meals !

Synopsis: tall boys with a s/o who loves blankets

Warnings: not proofread!

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: Diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, and Dainsleif

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I choose not to include the angst, I hope you don’t mind too much. But! I haven’t written for the tall boys for a while, so I’m excited to write this! I hope you enjoy, and take care of yourself too! Drink plenty of water and remover to eat! (Also I’m sorry this took me so long :’) )

— Diluc —

Diluc is naturally really warm, and he knows this. So he doesn’t understand why you need a blanket when you both cuddle, even he will get super warm and toss the blanket off of him.

Slowly he started to realize just how much you had a blanket with you at home. You didn’t go anywhere without one, but Diluc didn’t… say anything. Listen Diluc thinks odd but he’s not gonna say that cause he’s a gentleman >:(

Plus when he sees how happy you are, a blanket draped around your figure, as you watch the birds outside the window, he melts a bit.

Will have to get used to the warmth of the blanket though. He wants to cuddle with you but as I said earlier he gets too warm.

— kaeya —

Kaeya likes being comfy too, he loves when he’s laying on your shared bed and you walk in with a blanket or two wrapped around yourself. He’ll have his arms wide open and welcoming you into bed at the sight.

Thinks is so cute when you’re cuddled up to the soft fabric, and then you’re also cuddled up to him?! He’s gone, he just thinks you’re adorable and will say that for hours.

I don’t think he minds cuddling in the blanket with you, as long as it’s not the middle of summer. Hates that. He loves the summer heat don’t get me wrong, but hates when it’s humid and then you being a blanket to bed and expect him to cuddle you… he cringes at the thought.

— childe —

This man… when he first saw you cuddling up to a blanket, even though it wasn’t that cold out he went “you know if you think it’s cold now you’re going to freeze to death in snezhnaya” with the biggest happiest smile on his face. Literally looks like :D

Now though he gets it. He likes to be comfy in his free time, though his definition of comfy is very different from yours. In the winter he likes thirty blankets to be piled on top of him, but in the summer the dude walks around half naked in your home.

Will gladly cuddle with you under the blankets. No hesitation. Just “hey childe you wanna cuddle?” And childe is already under the blanket, and his head laying on your chest.

Doesn’t like to be under the blanket while sleeping though… it’s weird but he likes being able to easily get out of bed, part of it is because he’s a little paranoid since… his time in the abyss, and another part of it is because he gets up in the middle of the night to get snacks (went from 100-0 real fast) so! When you try to cuddle him and pull him under the blanket in your sleep he’s kicking you away. He loves cuddling in his sleep but he hates the blanket.

— zhongli —

Imagine. You’re sitting on zhongli’s lap as he reads, and you’re cuddled up in a blanket. Your head resting on his chest, or shoulder hearing his soothing voice, the both of you slowly falling asleep.

He likes cuddling under the blanket with you but prefers when you’re curled up next to him or sitting on his lap. He thinks it’s so adorable as his arms wrap around you and your blanket.

Doesn’t understand what’s so comfy about it but he doesn’t have to. You look adorable and happy so here! Take like thirty blankets! He buys so many blankets for you, he sees one and thinks you’ll like it cause of how comfy it is, and he takes it home right after.

— Dainsleif —

He probably asked you why you always have a blanket with you, and when you said you just found it really comfy and secure, his whole view on blankets changed. Cause when he thought of it like that… he started really liking blankets too. Oh no! You turned him!

Now you have a lot of blankets in your house, and you’re both always curled up together under a blanket. It’s a really intimate thing for you guys.

Probably learned how to make blankets so you both could have them the exact way you wanted them.

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thescarletwitchsapprentice · 3 years

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Recovery Isn’t Instant (Wanda Maximoff x autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF

Summary: You just need to feel something, but the way you do it isn’t the best way. How it’d gotten past your telepathic girlfriend until tonight you may never know.

Word Count: 1,009

(CW: Self-harm, suicidal ideation, ableism, eugenics mention)

Author’s Note: I know I should be asleep, but I’m currently experiencing similar urges again and I just...I just need Wanda to hug me and tell me she’ll be there for me. It’s probably not going to be the best, but I’m not writing for quality, I’m writing for support. Also the y/n I’m writing about isn’t particularly experiencing touch aversion, but I’d love to try to write something for a touch averse autistic reader. However I’ll need help with it.

There’s almost a release of pressure from your head as you bite down on your arm. Yes, it hurts, but you felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t do something. Why you’d looked up all of this stuff about how people still wanted to get rid of autism, still trying to figure out if you actually had trauma, still feeling like your life is so goddamn turbulent, like it’s a boat stuck in a never-ending tempest and you have no clue how to steer it back on whatever course it diverted from.

This is a habit of yours; ever since you were young, you bit yourself whenever you were stressed or angry or overwhelmed, and it’s a habit you’ve been trying to keep hidden from others.

What you don’t know is that finally someone’s noticed.

Your heart pounds as all of the shit floods back into your mind. Your heart begins to race and you look at the bite mark on your arm. The pressure begins to rebuild and you’re about to bite once again.

The door opens.

“(Y/N)?” a gentle and concerned voice asks.

You look up from the floor to see your girlfriend Wanda Maximoff dressed in comfy PJs, her auburn hair beginning to dry from what you assume was a shower. She steps into your room.

“H-hey, Wanda,” you gulp as you try to hide your arm.

“No, it’s okay,” she tells you as she sits on the floor across from you. “I....you were somehow able to get it past me until tonight, but I’m glad I know now.”

You feel your stomach tense up as you anticipate the judgment.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how does this help you?”

To your surprise, there’s no note of judgment in her voice. She sounds genuinely curious and concerned. You take a while to gather your thoughts as the nighttime rain taps on your window, feeling anxious and awkward, feeling as though you’re wasting her time.

“Hey, it’s okay, (y/n),” she assures you. “I promise you’re not wasting my time.”

You take a few deep breaths.

“I.....I’ve done this ever since I was little. Whenever I feel overwhelmed or stress or angry or anxious, it’s become a way to block out things....I guess. It feels like there’s this sort of.....pressure in my head, and if I don’t release it somehow....I’m going to explode.....I’m sorry....”

“You have nothing to apologize for....”

“Sometimes I feel like I have to apologize for existing....”

“....I didn’t realize how severe these feelings have become for you....I can imagine how terrifying it must feel, but I promise that there’s no shame in asking for help. And I’m more than willing to support you and be there for you.”

“But.....why waste your energy on me?”

“Y/N, I love you so much,” she says, holding out her hands, the way you two established her asking if you’re comfortable with physical contact. You gently place your palms in hers, indicating hand holding. She gently takes hold and rubs the back of your hand with her thumb, something you find soothing.

“I don’t see it as wasting my energy when it’s for someone I truly love and care about, and you are someone I care about and love, truly. I want to be there for you however I can. I understand that you need a way of coping, but there are better ways to do it than hurting yourself. Listening to music, reading, cuddling, whatever it turns out to be, I’ll be there to support you.”

“And.....if I relapse?”

“If you relapse, then that’s okay, sweetheart; recovery isn’t instant. It takes quite a while. What matters is that you start the process. And even then, that may not always be easy. Like I said, asking for help can feel terrifying.”

You nod.

“It does feel terrifying.” A few tears begin to form in your eyes and you glance down.

For some time, you two sit there in silence as you collect your thoughts. How are you supposed to ask for help? What if you get rejected? How.....? An idea occurs to you. Finally you look back up at her.

“Wanda,” you sigh, feeling your stomach tense up. “I.....I need help.”

Hearing this, Wanda gives a soft smile. You move a hand to her upper arm, indicating that you want a hug. Gently she embraces you as she rubs your back while the tears pour down like a waterfall. It’s this release of emotion--catharsis--and it feels as though a small weight is being lifted off of you. At the same time, the light scent of apple wafts into your nose as you find yourself near her hair. You sniff it, letting out light sniffles.

“Your hair smells amazing, Wanda,” you tell her softly.

She gives an endearing giggle.

“Thank you. Do you want me to sleep beside you tonight, sweetheart?” she asks you.

“Mm-hmm,” you mumble, already feeling a bit tired from all of the tears you just shed.

You two slowly pull from the hug.

“How are you feeling now?” she asks.

You nod.

“A bit better.”

“Good. I’m gonna get a few things real quick. I should be back in about 5 to 10 minutes.”

She gets up and heads out. You begin to feel the sleepiness take over and you head over to your dresser before pulling out your favorite pajamas that Wanda gave you. You put them on and about seven minutes later, Wanda returns with a soft blanket and another pillow. You crawl into bed as she turns out the lights before crawling in beside you.

“Cuddles?” you ask.

“Yes, we can cuddle if you want.”

You feel her gently hug you close.

“Lullaby?”

“I’d love to.”

Gently petting your head, she softly sings a Sokovian lullaby to you as you begin to drift off. Just before you fall asleep, you hear her say six words that make you feel a bit more reassured that there’s at least one person who has your back.

“I’m so proud of you, y/n...”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x autistic!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #avengers x autistic!reader #autistic!reader #i just want her to cuddle me and be my big sister #marvel #avengers

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cherrywoes · 3 years

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cuddle headcanons. (ft. diluc and kaeya.)

title: cuddle headcanons

characters: diluc and kaeya (separate.)

fandom: genshin impact

requests: open.

rating: nice and fluffy

a/n: thank you @sullen-angel24! i'm glad to see you in my ask box dear! <3 istg kaeya's was throwing me for a loop so i went with my best interpretation of his personality and in-game actions thus far. i'm a kaeya main and i struggle to write him smh. anyway! i hope you enjoy it! <3

diluc: cuddle headcanons

i feel like diluc would be one of those people who are intentionally a little skittish around intimate contact of any kind, but secretly loves it on the inside,,,

like there are only so many ways he can express his emotions through his words, usually which come out either wrong or not quite what he meant, so he can convey his emotions better through small actions, whether that be a hug or something else *wink wonk*

but on a more serious note, i do believe diluc is an actions over words kind of guy. he values actions over words, at least, because they mean more to him than anything you could say in the long run.

so cuddling with diluc would more than likely be a "behind close doors" affair, so to speak, he isn't fond of public affection and would much prefer it to be on his terms in a place where he feels safe.

that said!

cuddling with diluc is like cuddling with a heater. it can be comfy, depending on the weather (dragonspine) or it can be absolutely awful depending on the heat (mondstadt or liyue), but either way, the man runs pretty hot on a regular basis due to his abilities, so cool clothing--or none at all--is a must.

diluc very rarely wears much of anything because of it (this is if nighttime cuddles are a thing) so you'd have to be comfortable with an unusual amount of skinship with him. at first he might be a little wary and wear clothes, for propriety's sake, but would quickly grow weary of the whole thing and be as comfortable as possible.

since diluc has strong upper body strength (he has to, being a claymore wielder) he has a rather firm grip when it comes to holding you to his chest. it is pleasant and comfortable, not too hard and not too loose, but just enough to where you can feel comforted and protected--which is the goal.

if you are ever in distress, tired, sad, or anything at all, you can always track down diluc at the dawn winery and know he'll be ready to offer cuddles at a moment's notice, but only because it's you.

play with his hair. do it. he says he doesn't like it but he does. do it when he turns his back to you and just cuddle him from behind and run your fingers through his scalp, twist his hair into braids, muse it thoroughly--he'll be much more compliant and at ease than if you hadn't.

his favorite cuddling position is when he's on his back and you're snuggled right up to his side, resting your cheek somewhere between his shoulder and chest and a leg thrown over his hips, comfortable and leisurely. especially in the mornings, when neither of you have nowhere to go immediately and can just sit and bask in each other's presence.

his second favorite would probably be face to face but it's rare that it happens because he'd much prefer the first. he enjoys just flicking his gaze over your face if you've fallen asleep, or just staring into your eyes in general if you're awake, feeling as if his stare alone could convey the many words he would never say.

at the end of the day, diluc is a pretty soft boi with a fairly rough background so handle his heart with care please!

kaeya: cuddle headcanons

the opposite of diluc, i think kaeya would be opposed to any kind of skinship--for the most part. while he certainly appreciates a good hug or pat on the shoulder here and there, he's averse to contact for extended periods of time lasting longer than maybe a few minutes.

he is able to express himself more thoroughly with his words, i believe, than his actions, because his actions can be easily misconstrued, as past actions indicate. *cough* so he much prefers verbal affirmations to physical ones, but however, if the traveler (yourself) is more skewed towards physical affection, he supposes he can't complain, since it's you, after all.

with kaeya, you would have to start out small; lingering touches, never fully encompassing or heavy, but light and delicate. get him used to your extended presence, so to speak, and he'll be more inclined to be touchier because, despite what he says or indicates with body language, he does crave that interaction with you even if his mind vehemently opposes it.

in a compromise, he'll sit as close to you as possible, but the rest will ultimately be up to you.

cuddling with kaeya, at first, is a bit of an awkward thing. he isn't sure what he wants, so he tries to do what is natural--deflect with flirtatious comments and fond words, distracting you from his uncomfortableness, but you see right through it.

over time, as he grows more accustomed to it, he grows clingier, even going as far as cuddling you in public spaces. the knights of favonius' hq has never known him to be as close as he is to you at any given time.

if he's working late and refuses to come home, you can easily wedge yourself into his lap on his chair and cuddle him that way, which is counterproductive since he can't resist when you do that.

because he runs quite cool, being a cryo user, he's the best to have during mondstadt heatwaves or impromptu trips to liyue. he sleeps with several blankets so if you end up having a cuddle session before bed, either wear cool clothes or be prepared to sleep naked (not that he would mind). *wink wink nudge nudge*

he's a blanket hoarder and collects blankets. you can't persuade me otherwise. i will die on this hill.

in an interesting turn, he doesn't like his hair played with, but he will play with yours, although not in the neat and pretty designs you probably would. usually it ends up knotted and matted worse than before if you came off of a mission, because while his touch is playful, it more than often comes with disastrous consequences.

his favorite position is cuddled up behind you, as close as he can be, with an arm under your head and another wrapped around your waist, his hand close to your heart. you can either hold that hand or reach up and stroke your fingers down his arm and he'll be happy. bonus points if you twine your legs together with his, he loves that.

his second favorite is less of a cuddle and more of a bear hug; specifically, more like a koala hug. it's less of an intimacy thing and more of a "i enjoy being greeted this way" thing, especially if he's the one coming back from a lengthy trip or mission. just leap on him and hold tight with your arms and legs (don't kill the poor bby tho) and he feels loved and appreciated and actually wants to return to you than mondstadt.

kaeya, when all is said and done, yearns for affection and affirmation, so be careful with him; he does, despite what he claims, breaks easily.

#genshin impact #headcanons #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #diluc x reader #diluc x traveler #kaeya x reader #kaeya x traveler #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact kaeya

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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through the looking glass

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged from the floor, your hands raised, trying to get this psycho to leave you alone. “I-I-I don’t think I taste that good? I’ve tried my blood before, and it’s disgusting, true fact! Mosquitos don’t even like me that much!” “I don’t eat humans, I—” the psycho samurai man tried to speak, but you were far from done pleading for your life.

— Or in which you cross paths with Shinazugawa Sanemi and nothing is ever the same again.

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pairing: shinazugawa sanemi x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, fluff, cursing, an instance of demon slaying, mirror sex, vaginal fingering, blowjob, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, cursing, praise kink, this is my first time writing for this fandom oh no

word count: 8,420

a/n: I fell asleep while editing this, good reminder to maybe not lay in a comfy blanket when trying to get shit out on time????? i love sanemi sm tho, please enjoy!

kinktober day 15 main kink: mirror sex | kinktober masterlist

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The sky was always prettier at night.

It wasn’t anything against the sky during the day! As a matter of fact, you also loved the light blue sky just at noon. You loved it wholly! You loved the way the sweet smell of crops of the earthy dewy scent traveled in the morning, and you loved how every creature in existence seemed to hum with life. The morning sky and earth were always busy.

But, you always found the deep dark blue-purple, nearly black night sky to be ethereal.

If you closed your eyes and listened closely, the nighttime, silent with white noise hanging through every quiet move of wind, felt like another world. Out near the countryside, not quite the city and not quite the farmlands, you were able to live a life where you felt safe, felt normal. You and your friends were always screaming and chasing each other through the streets following the setting sun. Your curfew hours pushed back for the night, letting you relax.

You loved to sit just at the edge of the farmed roads, right where the light from the town just disappeared into blackness. You would sit there, eyes bright, fingers pointed at the sky as you took in the irreplicable night sky. At sixteen years, you had decided to venture out on your own; your friends said that they wouldn’t be able to join you because of their own busy schedule and insisted that you don’t go on account of the few vanishing people the past few nights.

But, you were never one to pay mind to others’ opinions; your own mind set on seeing the supposed asteroid shower that night in tandem with the full blue moon was to be a sight you couldn’t miss. So, you laughed, scratching the back of your neck as you sigh.

“Fine, I won’t go,” you lied to them, and they smiled in gratefulness.

But, like the liar that you are, you found yourself rushing out of your home, your fingers clutching at your kimono as you run. The sun had already set, and if you were to make sure that you would make the sighting, you were going to need to get there now.

Eventually, you made it to that pathed dirt road, your eyes scanning the darkened sky with intense focus as you began to search for the asteroid shower you were promised. With the bright, beautiful moon in the sky, your feet stamping onto the road with your impatience and excitement, you listened to the whistling wind and chirping bugs as you waited.

Nothing abnormal or out of the ordinary.

It was tranquil, quiet, calm.

And finally, when the backdrop of the night sky served as the background to the beautiful shower of asteroids, a single sound that you’ve never heard before echoed from before you and immediately made your stomach sicken.

Someone was eating in the fields right before you, the sound of a person, maybe an animal, eating something as if it was starving. Slowly, the air filled with fickle laughter, a noise that had your heart racing as you stood up. Your attention no longer focused on the beautiful night sky, but instead, two pairs of yellow and red eyes staring at you.

“Oh? Would you look at that! Two humans already, and it's only three hours into the night!” a voice cackled, and even with the shroud of darkness brought by the hours of the night, you recognized what the not humans were eating.

It was a person.

Unable to scream due to fear, the horror burned through your veins as you tried to scramble to your feet and run away, only to find that you couldn’t even move. You began to cry instead. Fat tears welling down your cheeks as they stalked toward you at a speed you couldn’t start to believe was human or animal, and you curled into yourself, eyes unable to gaze up at the sky one last time.

“So this is where you shithead demons have been fucking hiding?!” a voice practically roared behind you, and it was then you shrieked when a burst of wind exploded over you and a man dressed in a weird black uniform with a white haori with the kanji for ‘kill’ printed on it.

What the fuck was fucking going on?!

You pinched your skin, wondering if, by chance, the gods had cursed you at the very moment and forced you to hallucinate some strange reality.

“T-That’s a Hashira,” one of the not-human humans gasped, arm tugging at his friend. “We don’t stand a chance!”

What the fuck was a Hashira?!

“Like hell, we don’t!” the other snarled in defensive anger. You managed to push yourself onto your forearms, your knees still too weak to carry your standing weight. “Look at all his scars, gotta be hanging by a damn thread. He’s not even looking at us!”

You were taken back by that statement. Why wasn’t the third lunatic looking at them?! You snapped your attention from the non-human humans to look at the white-haired man who was staring at you. Your jaw dropped in your shock and slight embarrassment at the way his scarred face took you off-guard for a moment. Why was he looking at you and not the non-human humans?!

And in horror, you watched the psycho scarred man in front of you unsheathed a katana.

A katana.

The ringing of metal loud in your ear as you scrambled to your feet, this man was genuinely insane. Who still carried such weapons in this time period?! The samurai were no longer around, and he was dressed in something that looked weaker than your own kimono!

“Ni no kata: Sousou-Shina to Kaze,” the psycho samurai man spat, and if you hadn’t already believed you weren’t hallucinating already, you definitely did now. Jagged, solid apparitions of claw marks appeared from the air as the psycho man shot forward, the glinting menace of his katana tearing through the necks of both the non-human humans with such horrifying ease. You screamed.

The terrified scream didn’t stop afterward, only seems to increase in horror when you watched the bodies crumble into smoke and ash, their voices still muttering last words, bitter and abhorrently angry at being murdered. The psycho samurai had beheaded these non-human humans at such power and strength he had destroyed their living bodies!

Was this because you hadn’t thanked your aunties for adding that one extra meat bun when you noticed after going home?! No, it had to have been for breaking that perverted boy's nose the other day, and this was the curse he placed on you. Physical violence was never the answer; you vehemently prayed to your gods as you begged for forgiveness. Please spare your pathetic life.

Your jaw dropped as you watched the psycho samurai man, with what seemed like proficient knowledge and experience, flick his blade. Blood splattered off the blade, onto the floor, disintegrating too. And well, fuck the gods.

Spinning on your heel, you ran as fast as you possibly could, your chest heaving and nerves entirely shot because if you were hallucinating this badly, you needed to get home. Maybe that candy you ate earlier today from the snot-nosed brat was some weird drug. City kids could never be trusted.

“Are you okay?” a voice gruffed by your ear, and you shrieked, seeing the psycho man seemingly appear beside you. His footsteps were silent as he so obviously ran to catch up to you, and through your frightening horror, you found yourself tripping and falling onto your ass. Staring up at the wholly scarred man in front of you.

You had initially thought it was just his face that was scarred, but no, it was obviously more. There were jagged, ugly cuts lining his pectorals, abdomen, and if you weren’t making it up, you noticed some on his arms. Every piece of exposed flesh was lined with intense scars.

“I don’t eat humans, I—” the psycho samurai man tried to speak, but you were far from done pleading for your life.

“My mom says I have a thick neck! Called me an ox or something! I’m sure you don’t want to cleave off my head like you did the others?! Oh my god, am I gonna die?!” you squeaked, your fingers digging crescent shaped wounds into your arms as you began to cry. “I don’t wanna die!” you wailed, and then just the slightest bit pathetically: “I just wanted to see the asteroid shower.”

The psycho man seemed to grow irritated, his lips pulling back into a small snarl before he rolled his eyes. With tears in your eyes, you watched as the man threw his katana to the side, much too far away from him to use on you, and in the dim lights of the town behind you, you watched the shadows grow on his face as he sat down before you.

Not close enough to make you panic, but not far enough you were squinting to see him.

“My name is Shinazugawa Sanemi,” the psycho samurai man explained, and your eyes narrowed.

“That’s not a god or demon I’m aware of,” you muttered under your breath, but it seemed he heard it by the sour glare he gave you. You stilled under his weighted ton glare, your face warming as you averted your gaze.

“I’m not a god,” he spoke firmly, his arms folding underneath his chest. There was the chance he was a demon, you couldn’t help but think. “Nor am I demon.” You wilted.

“Rabid mountain boy?” you guessed, your nerves and adrenaline are still pounding way too heavy for you to filter your words.

He huffed, “No.”

“Well then—”

“Just let me explain,” he stressed, an eyebrow raised at you, and you stilled. It took a bit, but eventually, you nodded. “My name is Shinazugawa Sanemi, and I am a part of an organization called the Kisatsutai.”

Kisatsutai, the Demon Slayer Corps.

It rang an old bell in your memories, something distant, aged. Maybe a tall tale your grandparents had told you.

“It’s exactly as you think it to be,” he spoke, and you found your gaze rising to meet his. You realized even with the dull, yellowing light of the faraway lanterns, his eyes were a clouded purple. “Those two shitheads that tried to attack you are — were — demons. Yes, demons still exist,” he followed immediately as if knowing what stupid question you were going to ask next. Your mouth closed, and a chill ran down your spine knowing that non-human demon creatures that ate humans actually existed in this world. How had you been so unaware? “I’m a Hashira though, the wind Hashira to be exact. You’re living in my section of the territory I’m assigned to keep safe, so don’t worry. Demons don’t come out during the day; the sun kills them, so keep indoors at night, and you won’t have any issues.”

You remained silent, your mind twisting and turning as you tried to digest his words that seemed to rip apart your life. Sure, there was always a chance of being murdered in life; you weren’t that naive of an idiot to think so. But you never would have guessed that the potential murder you would have was a demon. It just seemed childish.

“T-That’s why they disintegrated?” you eventually babbled, your mind and consciousness entirely overloaded. “Are you some sun blooded person? How did you kill them?”

Sanemi stared at you but grunted. He rose to his feet and offered you a hand, “Top secret, can’t tell you.”

That wasn’t a good enough answer, and your mouth opened, ready to retaliate.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk,” Sanemi spoke, his hand tensing yet again in apparent effort to get you to grab it. “I’ll explain to you the bullshits of the reality of life later, but fortunately, this wasn’t the only area with demons nearby. So, unless you want me leaving you out here alone.”

A frown curled on your face, but with an unspoken level of trust, you grabbed his hand. You tried not to show how shocked and just awed you were at the calloused, entirely strong palms he had. You had no doubt in mind that he was a master swordsman, that title of Hashira seemed to be a big thing too, and the strength and power and callousness of his palm proved it.

“I’ll walk you home, pipsqueak; let’s get a move on it.”

Nodding your head quickly, you tore your hand from his and walked.

The walk was silent, and you could feel his presence lingering behind you like a hot coal in your pocket. You looked behind to see if he was still there several times, and each time he was staring straight ahead, eyes focused on something far away.

“You’ll be back tomorrow, Shinazugawa-san?” you ask as you made your way to the entrance of your home. You weren’t moving to go in, trying to figure out what he meant by explaining it all later.

“Tomorrow evening before I work,” Sanemi confirms, arms folding again.

You nod, “How old are you, Shinazugawa-san?”

He narrows his eyes but eventually rolls them, “Eighteen.”

Only two years older than you were, yet his hands felt like those of a war-veteran elder. It almost seemed like you and he grew up in entirely different worlds. You nod some more, absorbing his words and skills with better clarity as you finally begin to retreat past the gates. “Well, thank you for saving my life, Shinazugawa-san. I’ll leave—”

“You can watch it tomorrow night,” he said, face void of emotions.

You blink, “What?”

Sanemi rolls his eyes, looking entirely unimpressed. “The asteroid shower? The one you were watching or wanted to watch? Tomorrow night, another one will be happening.”

“O-Oh,” you felt warm, a smile spreading across your face as you nodded. “Thank you for letting me know!”

He nods too, a sharp inhale whistling through the air before his shoulders relax, the tension leaving his body altogether. “Well, until tomorrow evening.”

“Goodnight, Shinazugawa-san,” you politely bow. “Stay safe tonight.”

“...you too.”

And when you pull up from the bow, he’s gone.

The next evening, Sanemi shows up again. The sun is still in the sky, barely on its decline, and the summer day's warmth is slowly cooling down. As promised, Sanemi answers all of your questions, or well, tries to answer it. Some questions you have, he roughly snarks that those are stupid questions that shouldn’t ever be asked again (i.e., you asking if he was a child of the sun and that's why the demons had died, you asking if he had grown up in the woods and that’s why he was so scarred, you asking if it was only him in this supposed corps). He makes it pretty clear and unmistakable right away that all demons are evil. That he has the power to kill most demons as he is now and is continuing to train himself daily to ensure that he will one day help eradicate the strongest demon. That had turned into a slight argument on how you seriously doubted an eighteen-year-old possessed the power to murder a thousand-year-old demon who has yet to be killed despite the numbers who have tried.

But Sanemi, for all that was worth speaking of, was strangely enticing. Whenever your family or friends peeked their nosy heads in to try and hear your conversations with the psychotic looking stranger, his rather brash and abrasive tone of talking melded away into one of perfect formality and intelligence you quickly forgot he had. It was almost devious of him to have charmed your mother as soon as he did despite his rather inappropriate getup — he refused to cover up.

Faster than you would have liked, the setting sun began to turn scarlet red and royal purple against the sky, and you watched one of the nine apparent Hashira walking away, his body disappearing in the crowds of people that were moving about in the town. But, he was taller than most of them, and with that head of white hair, you watched him leave until you could no longer.

“Come back again, please, Shinazugawa-san?” you had asked right before he left, your heart hammering in your chest.

He looked at you, unsure, a million emotions flashing through his clouded eyes. Ignoring the way your family and friends were watching you through the obvious crack in the door, you looked at Sanemi, who rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll see.”

That was good enough for you.

Better yet, the asteroid shower returned that night, and as you took it in with a star dazed smile, you thanked Sanemi, wherever he was.

It seemed to become some sort of ritual for both of you.

Sanemi showing up, both of you talking in the courtyard of your home for a few minutes. Some days he showed up with enough time to eat dinner with your family, who were intrigued to know who he was. Some days your friends refused to leave your side, so Sanemi would as calmly as he could interact with them. Turns out a few of them reminded him of his own friends, and a sense of kinship formed between them all.

But as the sunset and you wished him well and luck, you always asked for him to return.

Sanemi would always respond with uncertainty. But the next day, he was there.

Some days he had more bandages on his body; some days, he looked straight up sick. There were scary days where he wouldn’t appear at all, and he’d be back in two days apologizing. He had come across a few Lower Moons and was hospitalized then had a meeting, he would explain. There were some days he’d let you grab his hand as he explained that he wouldn’t be back for a few days; there was a meeting in Headquarters, and it took a day to get to and a day to return from. Three days have gone from his usual postings, so he would have to spend an additional four days heavily working to make up for his disappearance.

“Fuckers aren’t as strong as they should be anymore,” Sanemi gruffed as you rested your head against his shoulder, his softly resting against yours. “Idiot trainers letting them take the test without their breathing techniques being strong.”

You laughed your finger, raising and pressing against his proud scar on his chest. It had been a year since you had first met him at that point, and now at seventeen, you knew he was proud of his scars, showing them off like the farmers showed off their prized crops, how senseis and masters showed off their awards.

“They can’t even fucking use the Water Breathing techniques correctly,” he spoke angrily, almost bitterly. “That’s the easiest breathing to learn! They had no fucking skill; they don’t use the breathes they should be using!”

“Mm,” you agreed, not really invested in their strengths or if the trainers were blind fucking bats, and your hand rested on his chest. His heartbeat under your fingertips, and you looked at his dark purple eyes. Despite the weird angle, his eyes were beating with the slightest bit of anger. “They sound like the worst.”

You had never known Sanemi to freeze up or startle, but you saw the way his eyes dropped to your lips, the way they drank them in, but he pulled away. His heartbeat suddenly frantic as he stood.

“It’s getting late; I gotta go if I’m going to make the town thirteen kilometers from here,” he grumbled, strapping his katana to his waist and standing up. You quietly followed after Sanemi, listening to him talk about how there was a case this morning but that the supposed demon was an actual cannibal.

As the two of you passed to the front gate, the warm smell of cracked dirt and sweet weeds filled the air. The sun was still high in the sky, just enough for your practically superpowered friend, not a friend, to make it to his suspected town just as the sunset.

He turned to you, falling quiet, obviously waiting for your typical farewell. But, you were trying something new tonight, and maybe from here on out. Sanemi watched with wide eyes as you stepped before him, your lips pressing sweetly against his battle-hardened skin, just kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Stay safe,” you grinned, pulling away, finding the pink in his cheeks and ears as a sign of victory. And as you made your way back into the doors of your home, Sanemi’s hands grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you near once again.

“I didn’t know you were a fucking Water User,” he snaps, and before you could smoothly input, you were not a Breathe user on account of your very serious childhood asthma, his lips pressed against yours, and it suddenly made sense.

The sky during the day was, for the most part, repetitive and boring. But when Sanemi pulled away from you, your lips humming with electricity and pumping blood from your excitement, the backdrop of the sky on the man who held your heart could outmatch even the asteroid shower you had seen.

“Come back again, please, Sanemi?” you slowly spoke, the smile on your face ear-splitting and pure.

“Fuck off!” Sanemi flushed bright red, and he turned on his heel and stormed away.

He listened to your bell-like laughter as he rounded the corner. Well, until he seemingly reappeared before you again, his hands pressing to your cheeks and kissing the laughter from your throat before he pulled away. His voice was gruff, and his body language screamed he was doing everything not to look away from you right now, “I’ll see.”

And it was good, so very, very good.

By the time you were eighteen, you had moved in with Sanemi.

Despite the lack of a formal proposal, how both of you agreed not to marry yet, your parents allowed you to move in with Sanemi. They knew the reason why both of you had decided not to wed and accepted it as long as Sanemi took all responsibility for what would happen to him should anything happen to you.

You still remember Sanemi showing up in the only kimono he owned. It was a bit — okay, try way — too tight against his arms and chest. His katana or usual uniform nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been expecting this to happen; the two of you had discussed this future together plentifully. But seeing him on his knees, a bow that was so low, respectful, and formal, had sent your skin simmering with blazing heat as Sanemi asked to officially court you and if he could also bring you home with him.

Tears welled in your eyes at his beautifully spoken request, and your parents, who may or may not have interrupted a handful of too many gentle, sweet, full kisses between you and Sanemi in the gardens of your home, had expected it.

That sunset, you had watched Sanemi pull his katana and uniform from underneath a tatami mat in your room, and you screeched about how he had hidden it there. He didn’t bother responding as he changed into his needed uniform, and you had politely looked away while he changed. You may or may not have caught sight of his muscled, toned, and scarred legs, though, and you may or may not have thought about it for every second after he had left.

He kissed you wholly before he left that night, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone just softly enough to make you putty in his hands.

“I’ll be back in the morning to help you move in,” he promised, and you nodded your head impatiently, your lips seeking his again.

As promised, Sanemi showed up the following morning, and with the help of the wagon your parents owned, all of your items were carefully exported to Sanemi’s home. A home that was way more than you had imagined. Your fiancé, not quite a fiancé, was always clean, he never showed up covered in dirt or blood, so while you weren’t necessarily expecting him to live in a crate at the side of the road, you were also expecting that from him.

It was a large home with a large courtyard, garden, and training spaces. Sanemi had easily carried your trunks into your (Sanemi and your’s) room, and you had hugged your parents tightly before they left. Their smiles drowned out into the bright sunlight as they went.

The adjustment to living with Sanemi wasn’t as hard as you thought it was going to be. For sure, the most challenging thing was getting your body accustomed to being awake during the night so that you could sleep with him and then spend his waking hours with him. It was perfect, blissful, and wonderful. You’d spend sundown to sunrise doing chores and doing drills with a wooden sword and dummy — Sanemi was teaching you how to handle a katana in case he wasn’t around. You’d write down lists of what you would need when he came home. Thirty minutes after sunrise, nearly without fail, Sanemi would stumble into the house, calling out his greeting.

You helped him bathe the night's blood and grime away, and with gentle hands and coaxing words, dragged him to sleep. At three in the afternoon, both of you would wake, and the day would begin with a sweet kiss good morning. Both of you would go and finish the day's errands, the vendors soon becoming familiar with your face and person. It was a great community, and everyone seemed to hold Sanemi in high regard.

But your relationship changed yet again when Sanemi slammed through the doors one day after sunrise. His eyes were wide, faint pink, already healed over scars risen on his skin as you came to the front door to see your husband, not a husband, discarding his shoes on the floor.

“What’s going on?!” you asked, partially because you were scared and partly because you were slightly exhausted and ready to drag him into bed with you. But it seemed that Sanemi had that same exact mindset, but with a whole other meaning.

The kiss he pressed on your lips was blistering hot; you arched against the intensity of his kiss, your fingers touching the dirt of his face and feeling the heat of his skin.

“I need you,” he simply stated, over and over, his words coiling and festering under your skin until you could do nothing but let out a shaking moan. Exhaustion had burned out of your bloodstream, and a gentle, building warmth sank through your loins as slowly you agreed.

I need you,” you repeat as the sliding doors close behind your shifting bodies, the both of you losing yourselves to the heat and the passions of the early morning lust.

It had been approximately a year since you and Sanemi began to indulge in your shared sexual desires. Your relationship was deep, it was full, and as everything human, had its flaws. There were mornings where he would come home and needed to sleep in a separate room, evenings when he would leave, and his words would be cold and haunting. His life up until now had been a hard one, and you were no fool to believe that your presence would make him forget that.

But in spite of it all, you were always happy when Sanemi would pull off of you, the streams of golden morning light whisping into the room, your body aching with the intensive pleasurable waves as the both of you would ease into sleep. It was perfect, you thought so, at least.

Sanemi, however, always claimed that you were a sight to be seen when he was bottomed out in you. His words were sweet in your ears as his lips brushed your skin, his praises were endless, but even when the drunken hue of the passions of the early morning faded, he swore you were a sight to be taken in at its full glory. Through every praise, every small moment where he would kiss you afterward as the smell of sex and dewy grass wafted into the room, Sanemi wanted you to see how beautiful you were when he fucked you.

You had no idea how that was to work; there was nothing that gave off a good enough reflection. But one late spring day, your eyes at the table you were using, carefully shuffling the funds Sanemi had acquired and placed them out accordingly, the front door was thrown open.

“I’m home,” Sanemi grunted from the first room in the home, and you strained your ears, not hearing the door shut behind him.

“Welcome home!” eventually came your response, your body pressing up from the floor, fingers smoothing down your purple kimono before walking to where Sanemi stood.

By the time you entered the room, Sanemi had already closed the door. But you were less focused on the time interval it took him to enter the home and more interested in the large, covered, and almost ominous rectangular object resting on the wall.

“Whatcha got there?” you asked, head tilting in your curiosity, eyes focused on the large rectangle.

“The obaa-san gave me free smoked salmon because she heard that apparently, we’re trying for a kid. She said eating salmon before having sex will guarantee a strong male heir. So I figured we could make some nigiri,” Sanemi stated, purposefully ignoring your question if the way his lips pulled into a sardonic smile had anything to say about it.

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh, your hand smacking his shoulder only for him to thread his fingers in yours and pull you in for a sweet kiss. You hummed against his soft lips, your fingers running through his hair until the entire sentence he just told you sparked back into your memory. You tugged the ends of his hair just sharp enough for him to grunt in the back of his throat. “Idiot, don’t let them think we’re trying for a kid just yet.”

Sanemi snorts, pulling away from the kiss, “Maybe you should stop talking about your cravings in public — especially with that gossiping vendor.”

“Period cravings are a thing!”

“Yah yah,” Sanemi grunted, his hand waving you off as he gathered his rectangle thing and started making his way off with it. It was enormous though, you noticed as he carried it. It was longer than both of your heights, and if you were to stand at his shoulder, it seemed like it could still be wider than the both of you. “Stop breathing down my neck, weirdo.”

“You’re the one not telling me what that is!” you complain, following Sanemi with enough distance that you weren’t stepping on his heels. “Come on, ‘nemi, tell me what it is?”

“What do you think it is?”

“I hope it isn’t Mitsuri-chan’s present from Iguro-san,” you grumbled, knowing that last Christmas, you had to keep Mitsuri’s present hidden from the lovely Love Breathe wielder. “I can’t handle him showing up in the middle of the day, demanding to see it again. Why didn’t his own home work?”

“Kanroji shows up occasionally, and he only brings her into the best rooms depending on the day,” Sanemi grunted, resting the rectangle onto the wall by your tatami mats. “He won’t confess; she’s dumber than a rock, it’s all annoying. But he’s still… a friend.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re finally admitting to being friends with your fellow Hashira!” you chirped, your arms circling his neck, your grin complete and authentic as Sanemi looked at you unimpressed, his lips in a pout, not a pout, but a pout. You had the privilege of meeting all the Hashira Christmas morning, and they were all lovely people you got along with quite well. “Now, are you and Tomi—”

“That water bastard can choke on my foot and die!” Sanemi snapped, his face fuming, eyebrows narrowing, but his warm arms remaining relaxed and warm around your waist. “I’ll kill him and his stupid ‘I’m-better-than-you’ personality.”

“And you don’t get along with someone like that?” you feign surprise, utterly delighted with the way his eyes sparkled dangerously at you. And well, you didn’t ever hesitate to take a bite out of Sanemi. “Guess there’s only enough room for an ‘I’m-better-than-you’ personality even in the Hashira, and if it isn’t you… oops.”

Sanemi choked, and you laughed loudly, face nuzzling into his stiff neck as he attempted to escape from your stubborn hold.

“You’re a real jerk,” Sanemi said as monotonously, allowing his much stronger body to be bent down as your lips peppered against his skin and eventually on his relaxed lips that didn’t bother returning your kisses.

“Kiss me back,” you whined, your lips pressing with a more significant, more profound fervor against his mouth.

“No.”

“I’m sorry!” you giggled with no actual apologies in your tone, enjoying the way that Sanemi’s lips slowly began to press back against yours. “Tomioka-san is obviously not the holder of the ‘I’m-better-than-you’ personality title!”

“You damn brat,” Sanemi growled, his fingers pinching and pulling at your cheeks, paying no mind to your cries of mercy. “To think that I bought this for you too!”

“You haven’t even shown it to me yet!” you complain, unable to pout on account to his fingers, still pulling your cheeks apart. “You left me in the dark!”

Sanemi grunted, letting go of your cheeks, his purple eyes darkening and narrowing as he slammed a hand over your eyes and twisted you around in a swift movement. You resisted the small gasp hanging at the tip of your tongue when you felt his broad chest pressing into your back, and he moved forward, commanding you to move without a word.

“Is this when you confess you’ve been a demon this entire time and trap my soul into Hell with all your other sexy wives?”

“Would you shut up?!”

Sanemi’s hand tore away from your eyes, and even though you were ready to argue with him just to hear the flaring annoyance on his tongue, you stilled when you saw your reflection perfectly. This had to be a mirror, an invention made in the west a few years ago, and finally, it was here. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that you were smaller than Sanemi, but the mirror made that difference alarmingly apparent.

“I told you I wanted you to be able to look at yourself as I fucked you,” Sanemi whispered against your neck, breaking your attention away from its transfixion on the precise observation you finally had on yourself. “Turns out Tokyo got some imported, and I had to go get one myself.”

“Sanemi,” you whimpered, the canines of his teeth dragging against the tender flesh of your neck that was exposed from your kimono. Your eyes took in the sight of how his eyes stared at your face through the mirror's reflection, they were dark, murkier like this, and when his teeth slowly sank into your flesh, a ripple of pleasure and pain bubbling against your skin, you moaned.

“Look at yourself,” Sanemi purred, his arms circling around your waist, and you felt him slowly beginning to undo the fastenings and fabrics of your kimono. “I need you to understand just how crazy you make me feel when I touch you, when I fuck you.”

The words were hot cinders in your lower stomach, festering and twisting in its warmth as his words buzzed in your ears. Your eyes dragged over to your reflection, and you could feel the beginning steam come out of your ears at the sight of yourself. Your eyes were lidded, perfectly hooded to give off the obvious desire that was growing in your body, your lips swelling with how your teeth tore into them, stopping the small moans that went unheard, and the flush that radiated off your features and glowed in your eyes.

It was a sight that you had never expected to see, and the pure unadulterated lust radiating off your features embarrassed you. The embarrassment only seemed to grow more as the kimono slipped from your shoulder, exposing more of your tender flesh for Sanemi’s mouth and teeth to mark, and your head dipped backward at the lewd scene.

“Look at you, angel,” Sanemi smirked against your skin, his eyes glinting dangerously even though the reflection as you weakly, just barely managed to return your gaze onto your review. You looked even more wrecked as the kimono dropped to the floor, the white undergarments you wore making you look saintly in the reflection and warm light of the streaming sun. “So beautiful, so perfect, and all mine.”

Your fingers fisted into the pants of his uniform. Your knees feeling weak with the possessiveness that came with his words. Unsure as to what to do, all the embarrassment and shamelessness in the world dancing like falling leaves as you pondered what you could do. Usually, you would move with him against him. You didn’t exactly fall into a pillow princess category, but feeling the intensity of his gaze through a mirror, and the way that your body behaved exactly as he had always claimed it had, made your head spin.

You gasped loudly when his hips rutted slowly against your ass, his scarred hands continuing to undress you more, each fabric of clothing that separated your naked body from the mirror disappearing until you were completely nude. And you mewled.

“Look at yourself, angel,” Sanemi laughed against the shell of your ear, his head now against yours, keeping you from even attempting to look away. His large, rough hands glided across your much softer skinned body, watching as his fingers rolled your nipples between his fingers, massaging your tender flesh in his hands.

You saw the way your head dipped backward as you moaned, your eyes fluttering as you did so. Undoubtedly, both of you painted an erotic scene, but it was something you hadn’t ever expected to be confirmed. “You look so beautiful moaning against my touch; I wonder if you’ll like the way your face scrunches up when I fuck your pretty little pussy, or even when I touch it.”

Slight fear shot through your nerves as suddenly, Sanemi dropped to the floor, taking you with him. No pain went through your body as he made impact with the floor. You figured out why immediately, your ass was against his hard crotch, his clothed outer thighs pressing against your naked inner thighs, and you made sight with the mirror and keened at the picture of your spread slick pussy.

Sanemi shifted behind you, and although you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from how your cunt glistened in the light, you shook when you saw his bare arms, felt his bare chest against your back.

“You drive me utterly fucking insane,” Sanemi growled hotly against your ear, crotch grinding up into your ass, and you pathetically looked at your flushed face as you ground back downwards onto him in return. A slow groaned out moan resonated from his mouth, and you shivered and gasped at the noise, your cunt clenching at nothing as Sanemi positioned your arms as he wanted them to be. Clutched into his hair, absolutely revealing your naked body to the mirror, denying you no salacious angle of your body. “I want you to watch me make you feel good, angel. Don’t look away, promise?”

“I p-promise,” you stammer, the slight glint of his eye that you can still see, making your toes curl.

And he began.

Sanemi’s finger slowly traced down your knees, the heat from his flesh nearly burning as you tremble in his hold. Your instincts fight whether to look at him from the mirror or normally.

You keep your eyes onto the mirror. “Good job, you’re doing such a good job,” Sanemi voices, his fingers becoming feather-soft strokes against the inside of your legs that make you arch against his chest. a sharp inhale was what he was rewarded with as his fingers make small circles centimeters from where you crave him most. “I haven’t seen you react this intensely in so long. Is it because you’re watching your pretty face enjoy the praise?”

Unsure what to say, your head nods rapidly, your tongue falling dead in your mouth when his left-hand drags up your abdomen, scratching the underneath of your breasts until you can shake no more. “SANEMI!” you shriek, unable to take the teasing touches and watching your embarrassingly turned on face anymore. “SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING, PLEASE!”

“Aw, you cracked so fast,” he chuckles against your ear, and you melt into a euphoric victory when his thick, rough fingers plunge into your cunt.

Immediately, your hips snap up to greet him, your body shifting in quick, fast snaps as you watch your soaked cunt fuck against his fingers, desperately, greedily taking him in more and more. The sight of his fingers disappearing into your cunt through the mirror, the way your teeth tore into your lips to keep your singing praises at a minimum, and how you could feel and swear you could see the heat pounding from your body take shape through the mirror.

You had never felt this tight yet undone. Your lust hazed eyes shifting from your almost too lewd facial expressions to the way Sanemi jaw flexed with his growled endless praises, to how your cunt greedily sucked him in, further and further until the pounding of your heart couldn’t even drown out the wet, squelching of your cunt.

“Fuck!” Sanemi cursed, his hips grinding further, harder into your ass, and you keened at the massive hard length that poked into your back. “Look at you, you’re so fucking hot, angel. So needy, so fucking greedy for everything that I’m giving you.”

“I want m-more!” you sob, your body hyper-aware of how fast his curled fingers were pounding into you. You craved the way his battle-scarred fingers dragged against your puffy inner walls, hips bucking so his fingers would drag against the spongy divots, sending your mind spiraling and your jaw falling in your wordless beg for more. You understood why Sanemi craved you like this, why he insisted you needed to see the way you looked when he fucked you because as the hand that was kneading and pulling on your breasts and nipples shot down to make sure your trembling thighs didn’t smash together in your building climax. How he continued to press sloppy, wet, hot, and bitten kisses against your neck, you were a perverts fantasy. “M-More ‘nemi, please give me more!” you practically wailed.

“You gonna cum around my fingers, angel?”

“I needa cum, I wanna cum!”

“I want you to cum around my fingers, look at yourself for me when you do,” Sanemi commanded, and you, in your lust-driven mindset, agreed. Your eyes were looking on your lewd face, and everything crumbled when the growing clenches of your cunt became a tight vice grip.

But the heated pressure between your legs had been festering for too long, the included visuals that sent your brain into putty had you cumming around his fingers, your hips bucking wildly, barbarically against his still conquesting fingers. “Yes, yes yesyesyeysyes, that was so good… your fingers are so good,” you babbled, your eyes crossing, unable to look at yourself anymore. The elation of the orgasm flooding your mind and muscles. But you hadn’t been fucking the man who could pound you for multiple rounds without tiring without picking up a thing or two.

Twisting around your lips that were swollen from your biting and smooth with your saliva crashed against his. Sanemi didn’t resist your kiss, his lips crashing and moving without any hesitation against yours. You moaned when his fingers left your heat, and you slipped your tongue into his mouth as you ground your ass against his still throbbing hard-on. “I want your cock still, ‘nemi. I want you to fuck me with your cock, please fuck me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay!” Sanemi snarled, and his thighs slammed shut.

You crawled off his lap, watching as the slick stained spot on his uniform glistened in the light. Frowning, not wanting to disturb him, you couldn't help but lick against the wet area, voice moaning deeply at the musky, sweet scent of your slick against the fabric.

“Y/n!” Sanemi weakly got out, his hips instinctively bucking towards your lapping tongue.

You worked with him to get his uniform off his hips, your body not waiting for him to undress entirely before your mouth enveloped his thick veiny cock. The salty pre-cum invaded your senses, your tongue lapping up the underside of his cock before your mouth took in his swollen red head. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked his cockhead, your tongue swiping and moving at his leaking slit as Sanemi cursed the heavens for you, his hands grabbing onto your head and pulling you off him right when that shivering twitch of his cock pressed to your tongue.

Gasping, you looked at Sanemi’s nearly black eyes, disappointment heavy on your features.

“‘Nemi—” you pout, but Sanemi doesn’t let you finish.

You’re back almost straddling his waist, your back flush against his chest. He holds a strong, sturdy hand against your waist, keeping your waiting, wet cunt from lowering onto his hard cock. Your feet on the mats feel weak as you try to hold your weight above him, but when his teeth sink into the back of your neck, a spot that makes your body collapse without reason, you garble a scream when his cock sheathes completely within you.

Heavy, hot pants escape both of your mouths as you’re completely seated on his cock, the nearly inhumane girth of his cock making you dizzy at the surprise entrance. But you were much, much more fascinated with the way your pretty little pussy was stretched out so wide for his cock. He was buried in you, and even though it didn’t hurt to have him in you. The reflection showed how your lips pulled and stretched to fit him in, the small bulge of his cock in you was seen, and you cried in ecstasy.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” you begged, hips long gone from obeying any command Sanemi could try to give you as you fucked yourself against his length. “God, your cock is so good, ‘nemi! You look so good filling out my pretty fucking pussy!”

That is what makes Sanemi lose it, his hands that rest on your hips tightening with a bruising grip as he begins slamming into you. The wet noises of his cock entering and exiting of your sloppy, wet cunt at an even faster speed in which you were fucking him make your nails dig into his thighs, your eyes crossing, breathes hot and heavy.

Twisting, curling pleasure thrums deep within your womb, tightening and warming with each successive thrust that sends Sanemi’s cock rubbing against your inner velvet walls. You cry his name, eyes dazed and dripping with want and need as you watch the slicked shine of his cock pounding into your without mercy.

“You’re so fucking tight like this, angel, so fucking hot. You like the way you look like when I fuck you, huh, look at how godly you appear,” he snaps, his arms hugging your hips, his thrusting becoming short, deep, fierce snaps.

You can’t look at yourself anymore, the heat of the sex and the electric pleasure that rides with every lick of his cock against your cervix, sending your hot, wet lips in search of his. Sanemi meets you halfway, open mouth moans and groans being exchanged between your open mouths as your tongues intermixed and pressed sinfully against each other. The noises that leave your wet sexes only fuel the raging fire in your cunt that has reignited to a hire flame than before.

“Cum in me,” you find yourself begging against his lips. “Please cum in me, don’t pull out, ‘nemi, please don’t pull out.”

“Fuck, fuck, you sure?” Sanemi grunted, his body heaving you both forward so that you were on your knees, and he was absolutely wrecking you from behind.

“Yes!” you affirm over and over again. your mind high off of him and how you looked in the mirror. “I want you in me, all of you in me!”

He let out a guttural whine, a sound that had you shaking beneath him and screaming when the coil in your cunt finally snapped.

Another orgasm crashed through you, and your spinning high echoed in your ears and curled your toes as you whimpered Sanemi’s name. With the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, and with his teeth burying into the nape of your neck, you felt the hot, liquid ropes burst from his cock, filling you up. The both of you remained there, panting as your sweat and slick covered bodies collapsed to the floor.

“So…” he gasped, collapsing onto the mat beside you, pulling you into his chest so that you could rest against his scarred chest. “Did you like the mirror?”

“...I guess,” you antagonize, grinning when he frowns. “It was hot; you make me look hot.”

Sanemi snorted, his lips pressing to your sweat-covered forehead.

“I don’t do shit; that’s how you are.”

You chuckled, warm grogginess settling under your skin as you merely hum in agreement.

“The Hashira meeting is tomorrow, so I’ll be gone for two days,” Sanemi murmurs, reminding you of the dreaded two days alone. It wasn’t as if you had forgotten; you never do.

“Think anything interesting will happen?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, hopefully.”

You giggle, snuggling in closer to his chest. Yeah, hopefully.

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