#because last time it was cold and it tasted nasty heated up

[theghostinyourwalls]

Ok so you're at the center looking for a job and Steve Afton is trying to talk to you to see where he can put you. But you're not really paying attention because he's so fucking hot and obvi you desire him carnally. You can't help but squeeze your legs together to try to relieve the pressure and it's definitely not working. You accidentally grind into your chair and he sees, thinking you're nervous and have to go to the bathroom. But you have to tell him that the real reason. Then you nasty fuck on his desk. That's the story

I did add some more details, BUT HERE IT IS 😁

Tags: Smut, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, cum play if you squint, power dynamics, accidental usage of an aphrodisiac, pet names, no aftercare, slight daddy kink, begging.

Your chest felt tight and your limbs weightless as they trembled. You couldn’t go in there like this. Hastily you opened the glove box and desperately searched for an anxiety gummy. Much to your relief you found a loose one at the bottom and popped it into your mouth. You grimaced at the unexpected taste. They’re usually more tart, but this one is overpoweringly sweet. You thought nothing of it and washed the aftertaste away with a couple sips of water.

Glancing at the time displayed on the dashboard you knew you couldn’t wait any longer. Stepping out of the car, you took one final look at yourself. You flattened your skirt and unwrinkled your blouse. You looked perfect, just don’t let them see how much of a wreck you were.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, you mustered up the courage to enter the building. A tired old woman was sitting behind a counter writing something down on a clipboard. You approached the counter and waited for her to acknowledge your presence, not wanting to interrupt what she was doing. She slowly looked up at you, a small smile on her face.

“How may I help you?” Her voice was soft and welcoming. You told her your name and that you had an appointment today at five. “Let’s see here,” She looked down at her clipboard, dragging her finger along the list of names and appointments. “Ah, five o’clock appointment with Mr.Raglan. His office is the last one on the left, down that hall.” She pointed down the hall towards her left.

You muttered a short thank you before walking off towards the office. The hall seemed to stretch on forever. Halfway there your body began to feel warm and you could feel your cheeks burning. You chalked it up to your nerves and tried to push the sensation away. Making it to the final door on the left, you paused before softly knocking on the door.

“Come in.” You could barely hear a voice say, muffled by the thickness of the walls.

You turned the handle and pushed the door open. Stepping into the room, you looked around. Mr.Raglan sitting at his desk directly to your right. He was reading something in a yellow folder. Without looking up to greet you, he gestured for you to sit down across from him. The cold plastic of the chair caused your warm skin to prick up.

Mr.Raglan’s attention shifted from the file to you. His pale blue eyes roamed over your form as if he was evaluating everything he could about you. You couldn’t help but stare at him as well. His hair was a shade of brown with scattered patches of grey and white. It was swept to the side to give him a professional look, but there were parts that were slightly curled. His scruffy facial hair was mostly brown and grey with a lighter colored patch of hair on his chin. You could obviously tell that he was older, but you assumed he had to be in his fifties. He looked good for his age, really good.

You felt a twinge of heat bloom in between your thighs as his eyes bored into yours. Why was he looking so intently at you? Did he say something and you didn’t hear him? You snap out of your daze when you hear his voice.

“So, your options are pretty slim,” he said, no longer waiting for a response from you.

“Ahem! Uh Right.” You felt the heat of embarrassment creep upon your face as you realized that he had been waiting for you to answer him. How long was he waiting for you? Did he notice you checking him out? Your thoughts raced as you tried to focus for the remainder of the meeting.

He began talking about a security job at some abandoned building. It sounded like a terrible job to be stuck working, but at this point you were willing to take any opportunity that appeared. Your attention began to slip away from the conversation as Mr.Raglan began to fiddle with his pen. It wasn’t the pen that was so distracting, but his large hands. He twirled the pen back and forth in between his fingers. You couldn’t help but imagine how good he must be with his fingers. How deep they could reach inside you. How they would feel as he stretched you open, preparing you for his cock. Your thighs pressed together at the thought of him taking you. You just needed some kind of friction between your legs to keep you at bay. You slightly rocked forward in your chair, trying to find the right angle to get some pressure to your aching core.

Your entire body froze when you heard the loud cream your chair made. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the intimidating man in front of you. You prayed that he didn’t notice or at least that he would pretend it never happened.

“Is everything alright?” He sounded tired yet amused.

“Yes, I’m fine!” You answered too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me,” His voice was rough and filled with disappointment. “I know you want me to fuck you.” You look down at your feet, a wave of embarrassment and shame washing over you. “C'mon doll, don’t be like that. You really didn’t think that I wouldn’t notice you rubbing your thighs together like a little slut.”

“I- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“Beg me” You looked up at him bewildered. “Beg me to fuck you like the little whore you are.” His face lit up with a sickly sweet smile as he waited for you. You were rendered speechless for a minute before the situation fully registered in your brain.

“Mr.Raglan, sir, will you please fuck me,” your voice came out whiny and pathetic.

“Good girl, now why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s desk.” He scooted his chair back from his desk and beckoned you over. Your legs wobbled as you stood from the small plastic chair and made your way to him. You couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his pants as you hopped up onto his desk. His hands were placed on each of your thighs. “Don’t be shy now, show Daddy how wet you are.” His hands slid down to your knees and began to slowly part your legs. His eyes devoured the sight of your panties clinging to your core with arousal. He brought his hand up to your clothed core, pressing his thumb against your sensitive nub making you squirm. You whined as he removed the pressure from your clit to pull your panties to the side. “You’re practically dripping, bunny. I bet I could fuck you right now.”

Your pussy clenched at his words. “Yes please, I can take it sir. Fuck my pussy.” He groaned at your pleas for release. Standing from his chair, he began to unbuckle his belt. He palmed himself through his trousers before reaching inside and pulling out his hard length. Now that you were looking at the size of him you were having second thoughts about taking him with no preparation. Before you could voice your concerns he was dragging the tip of his cock along your clothed cunt, smearing his precum into the already ruined fabric. He pulled your panties to the side yet again and aligned himself with your entrance. You leaned forward to muffled your scream into his shoulder as he pushed into you. The intrusion was painful, yet the relief of being filled overpowered the discomfort.

“That’s a good bunny, you can take it.” After the head of his cock pierced your entrance, he thrusted in the rest of his length filling you to the brim. He didn’t care if it hurt you, in fact, it was almost as if he was trying to inflict pain upon you. He began to thrust harshly into your aching core, his hips slamming against yours. The office was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin accompanied with your pants and moans of pleasure. His rough hands found the back of your knees and lifted them towards your chest, folding you in half. The new angle had his cockhead hitting a spot that made your toes curl. You needed more. You needed release.

“Please- I need! Make me cum, sir!” You cried out.

“You need to earn it. Touch yourself. You’re going to make yourself cum on my cock. You can do that for me, right bunny?” His tone became threatening. It sent a shiver down your spine, but the fear you felt only heightened your arousal. You looked into his darkened eyes as you trailed your hand down to your clit and began tracing small circles around the sensitive bud. He looked deranged. His chest rising and falling as he panted from above you. His hair was disheveled, a couple of strands falling onto his face. The violent rhythm of his hips came to a peak when he felt your walls tighten around him. The combined pleasure of your fingers and his cock sent you over the edge as you pulsed around him. Your entire body tingled as your orgasm washed over you. His length throbbed inside you as he pushed into you as deep as he could go before spilling his hot seed into your womb.

You had no time to recover before he was pulling out of you, leaving a sticky trail of your mixed fluids on your thigh. He quickly tucked himself away before readjusting your panties into place trying to keep most of his cum inside you. You tried to stand from his desk, slightly faltering as you straightened up. He made no move to assist you in any way. Instead he was looking at that file you saw him reading when you first arrived.

“Well, I’m not sure that I can find you a job at this moment. How about you go to the front desk and schedule another appointment here with me on a later date.” He looked up at you with a sickly sweet smile. He was a disgusting man, but there was something there that drew you in. On your way out he handed you his business card. “If you decide to come in earlier than our next appointment.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hai ariiiiii :3 guess whos SICK . me . im sick

ANYWAY thinking abt sugubooboo taking care of u while sick ,,,,,,,,

u kno when u get that feeling ur gonna b sick in the morning the night b4 it all hits ? i think sugu picks up on that after u blow ur nose one 2 many times n he asks if ur okay

ur not. obviously . so he heats up some nice peppermint tea, and something my mom does when im sick is take some honey, mix it w ginger powder + some other stuff thats good 4 ur throat and make me eat a spoonful of it [its gross as HELLLL i hate it but i feel a lil better afterwards] then tucks u in2 bed [later after uve fallen asleep he calls out of work for tomorrow, he REFUSES to leave u alone + sick]

the next morning ur properly Sick and suguru wakes u up w breakfast in bed, all warm foods infused with clove, mint, ginger, and sets a few packs of tissues next 2 the bed

after uve eaten he lays in bed w u 4 a bit, kissing your head and fiddling w ur hands. eventually u ask abt work, he said he called out 4 both u n him.

he trusts u 2 take a shower on ur own, but when u get out hes holding a towel and wraps u in it immediately then just hovers around u as u do ur morning routine, making sure youre okay n not abt 2 like . pass out or smthn

once ur dressed and fully cocooned in the bed once again, suguru pours out some cold medicine 4 u and hands u water once that NASTY liquid slides down ur throat. he gives u a lil candy as a palate cleanser tho, hes not mean

i think after that u just fall in and out of sleep 4 teh rest of the day until u get hungry again or need another dose of medicine. sometimes u wake up 2 suguru humming and playing w ur hair while he reads a book, sometimes he joins u and takes a nap w u. the only time u wake up alone is when its lunch or dinner n hes in the kitchen making smthn spicy 2 open ur sinuses

everytime u take a dose of medicine, he kisses you on the lips then pushes a glass of water in one hand n some candy in the other. hed probably mumble 'good job' or smthn like that in2 the top of ur head as he cuddles u while ur trying 2 get the taste out of ur mouth

he does NOT care if u sneeze n get snot all over him, puke on him if u have a stomach bug, cough in his face, or r generally disheveled. u could never disgust him.

if its sunny out, hell offer 2 take u outside just 4 a lil bit. if u dont think u can walk hes gonna pick u up. no complaining u NEED that sun, hell argue while sliding the patio door open

youll sit out 4 a bit, soaking up the sunshine then when u want 2 go back 2 bed hell carry u back and gently tuck u in2 bed

if ur 2 weak 2 even blow ur nose, hes holding the tissue 2 ur nose n waiting 4 u 2 blow. the chapstick might b all the way across the room n ur savior ends up being suguru and his long legs. the temp in the house is 2 hot? hes turning the a/c down and all the fans r coming 2 ur room bcuz he knows how slow the heating n cooling takes 2 change.

also everytime he walks in2 the room, hes asking how r u? do u need anything? does anything hurt too much? and he probably has smthn 4 u 2 do so ur not on ur phone all day [guess . guess who was on their phone all day . ME]

at the very end of the day, hes got u curled up in his lap on the bed, INCREDIBLY comfortable, and theres some movie on the tv in the bedroom. like juno or some other feel good indie movie. sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries. since its past dinner time, he gives u lil candied ginger pieces 2 help w ur throat n other snacks 2 go w the movie.

eventually u fall asleep in his arms in the middle of the movie, smothered in warmth on all sides.

OKAY . WOW . moving on, HOW WAS UR DAY ARI ??? tell me abt that book ur reading rn !! u seem very enthusiastic abt it, id luv 2 know y ^_^ ! [personally my day was . ouchie . and ive got a book abt decolonialism checked out from the library rn :3]

ASHLEY !!!!!!!!! i’m answering this kinda late i hope your cold is gone by now 😔😔😔

BUT . GODDDDDDDDDD ARE YOU OUT TO KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭 BE HONEST . how did you know sugu sickfics are my greatest weakness………… (i actually have . a whole fic just like this that i wrote a year ago or so 😭😭 YOU MADE ME WANNA GO BACK N READ IT HHHH this is very bad for my weak suguloving heart….) I’M JUST. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAYY. you keep serving me meals on a silver platter n i’m just?!?!! eating gratefully …. thank you……

NO BC YOU’RE SOOOOO RIGHT YOU’RE SO OBJECTIVELY CORRECT :((((((( HE’S. THE SWEETEST. the best bf around !!!!!! he’s so good at caring for you when you’re sick…. sniffle……. AND OFCCCC HE’D PICK UP ON IT INSTANTLY TOO. his sixth sense is so crazy accurate when it comes to his baby </33333 and wahhh him making you tea and tucking you in and calling in sick for you 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants you to feel better……

WAKING YOU UP . W BREAKFAST IN BED. WHAT IF I CRYYYYY THIS CONCEPT IS SO DEAR TO MY HEART ASHLEY ….. and him just. hovering around you. i feel like he would stand outside the bathroom while you shower just in case you were to fall over or smth…….. he’s so caring :(((( and wrapping you up in a towel…… cocooning you into bed. sniffle. i need him to baby me sooooo bad it’s not a want it’s a need …… he rlly would stay by your side the Whole time………… cooks for you and tends to you and makes sure you’re okay . he’s so good. i feel like he kind of really loves it too….. he doesn’t love that you’re sick BUT . he loves being allowed to take care of you :’3 loves making you feel better.

ALSOOO him kissing you and praising you whenever you take your medicine T_T oughhhhhhhh one kiss on the forehead + ”good girl/boy” from him and i would be OUT like a light. collapsed. fainted. he would be so good at coaxing you into taking it ……… ANDDDDD the part abt you never disgusting him. SO true. you could never ever disgust him he just wants you to be okay…….. forcing you out into the sunlight………… asking if you need anything……………. making sure you aren’t bored…………………. ohhhhh he’s 2 perfect we need to put him down.

sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries.

AND THEN . YOU TOP IT OFF WITH THIS. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ THIS MADE ME MELT….. i’m so…………. i have so many thoughts abt this. sugu would LOVE a clingy s/o but i keep specifically thinking of him w an s/o who’s shy w physical affection.,,,, and how he’d react when they get sick and suddenly get all cuddly . 🥺 he would love it so much. kisses you all over and holds you soooo tight and he’s just!!!!! so enamored!!!!!!!!! you’re like a lil koala. he loves you. sob.

WAHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ABSOLUTE MEAL MY BELOVED i’m not exaggerating btw this is gonna feed my sugu thoughts for weeks to come…… AND MY DAY WAS GOOD!!!! i’m sorry to hear your day was ouchie </3 i hope it’s all better now!!! pls make sure to rest and eat properly <33 it’s what sugu would want for you!!!!!

AND . THE BOOK. YES. it’s called giovanni’s room by james baldwin and it’s sooooo <33333 yeah. it’s so good. i LOVE baldwin’s prose so much??????? and the story is just . AUGH. i’m still not finished but i’m so obsessed. it’s basically abt a closeted guy in like … the 1800s-1900s? who goes on vacation in paris while his girlfriend is in spain. and he meets this rlly mysterious charming italan barman called giovanni……….. the book is abt their relationship + their own experiences w homosexuality + their tragic ending (it’s revealed at the very beginning of the book that giovanni will meet his end by the guillotine)…..

so it’s just . yeah. it’s such a gorgeous book :’3 and just so . idk. raw? visceral?? i love giovanni a lot. and more than anything i loves james baldwin <333 i’m planning to buy another of his books too!!!! it’s called tell me how long the train’s been gone :3 I RLLY RECOMMEND BOTH OF THEM!!! i hope the book you just got ends up being good too <33

[fireintheflames]

Some General Low Energy Cooking Ideas Pt 1

As we head towards fall here in Michigan, I'm gonna start losing my summer energy, so I thought I'd put together a list of relatively low energy meals/snacks now so when the big annual winter depression hits I don't have to think about it and I eat less delivery! I've also labeled which ones don't need a fridge, because my fridge is like a weird cursed location where if it goes in, it doesn't come out. This is a multi-part series, since I will probably run out of space!

Pt 1: No Cooking/No Dishes/Minimal Clean-up These meals require the bare minimum of effort. No heating, no dishes, most only have a wrapper as trash. Downside is a lot of these can be expensive for what you get. Breakfast: -High Cost:Cliff/Granola/Protein Bars. I keep a box around at all times for breakfast, I really like the caffeinated ones because I hate making coffee in the morning! A nice, easy treat! Can be expensive, but you pay for convenience I guess. (No fridge required) -Gummi vitamins! No calories, but a little treat to start the day! I do a multivitamin, vitamin D, and fiber chews. (No fridge required) -No prep fruits, like grapes. I keep a bowl full of whatever was on sale (apples, plums, ect.) on my counter to eat, and always have bananas (more on those later). (No fridge if you buy small amounts and eat it consistently, fridge is necessary for bulk storage of most fresh fruits) -Pre-cut fruits, like the kind fruit trays have. Same concept, more refrigeration, more likely to contain watermelon (I suck at hydrating, watermelon is my friend) (Fridge absolutely required, these will get nasty fast if left out). -Dried fruits, especially craisins/raisins. Just bare fist those straight out of the container. (No fridge required) Can be combined with the below: -Cereal out of the bag! Works best with cereal with big chunks and no powders, think like Kix or captain crunch. Avoid cinnamon toast crunch and similar beasts, your hands get coated and sticky. (No fridge required) -Small yogurt drinks, like yakult or kafir. Single serve milk or juice cartons can also fill this niche, but I've only got one fridge and I am more likely to drink the yogurt. (Please keep yogurt and milk in the fridge. Juice boxes are usually shelf stable, but always check!) -Trail mix. Kars is the best, pick your flavor. Or you can make your own in advance and live off that! (No fridge required) -UCC canned coffee. This stuff is the bomb if you can find it. It's like the only non-sweet coffee drink out there. (No fridge required, but definitely best when cold. Can in theory be heated in a mug, but that's cooking adjacent for me) -High Cost: Soylent drink/meal replacement shakes/drinks. An absolute last resort, usually expensive and bad tasting, but damn if they don't replace a meal. This is specifically referring to the pre-made ones, not the powder. The coffee mocha Soylent is tolerable, otherwise pick your poison between weirdly powdery chocolate milks. (Don't get the ones that need refrigeration unless you like them. I don't, this is my desperation food and does not deserve a place in my fridge).

Lunch/Dinner: -Snack pack tuna kits. My go to for lunch, usually comes with crackers, a tuna salad can, the big ones have cookies and fruit! Run usually between $1.00 and $3.00, depending on size and brand! I like the Rosemary and Garlic ones from bumblebee. You can also make your own with tuna pouches/cans and crackers, but that does require a spoon. (No fridge required) -Lunchables. Pizza lunchables. Get the kind with the juice box when they are on sale, off brand works just as well! (Should be kept in a fridge, but probably fine for a day or two if you forget) -Baby carrots/snap peas/tiny tomatos. Get some veggies in ya! Best when fresh picked, but this is winter in MI, so more likely bought from meijer.(Fridge recommended if you don't want them to dry out, or if you don't eat the whole bag at once. Fresh picked during summer should be eaten straight off the plant, as nature intended (or rinsed for safety)) -Cheese sticks and meat, I usually go with pepperoni or beef jerky, but in theory any pre-cooked non-heated meat works. (Fridge highly recommended) -Pita bread and pre-made tabbouleh. This shit is the bomb. No need for a plate, that's what the pita's for! (Refrigerate the tabbouleh, if any survives. I will eat a container of tabbouleh in one go. It's so good! You can sub hummus, I just don't like the texture) -Chips and salsa. I just dip straight into the jar, but I understand that is both bad form and not always feasible. Tostitos scoops work best for this maneuver. Can also be done with cheese dips and pretzels, queso in jars, and any other sort of pre-made dip. (Some dips require a fridge, some don't. Chips and pretzels do not). -High cost: Shrimp cocktail platter. Remember to thaw, then eat. Best when paired with veggies. (Freezer/Fridge Required)

Deserts/Snacks (obviously there are whole aisles dedicated to this at most American grocery stores. I'm just gonna list my favorites that have some form of built in portions. You will note that I like crunchy textures.): -Strawberry wafer cookies. Even the low sugar ones are good! Nice and crunchy. Pirouettes and similar also fall in this category(No fridge required) -Fig newtons! Apple newtons! Most neutigrain bars! Date bars Give me some fruit filling!(No fridge required) -Cherry poptarts, frosted. Pretty much any "breakfast pastry" works better as a desert for me. Many granola bars fall in this category as well (looking at you, peanut butter chewy dippers). If it's marketed to kids, it's a dessert for me! (No fridge required, but General Mills Chewy Dipeprs are best cold.) -Fruit snacks, especially the fruit veggie snacks. Individual packs are good for me, because these things are the bomb!(No fridge required) -Any of the Kalbee baked snacks. Pea pods, shrimp chips, weird crab flavored things my beloved. They stab you when you eat them, thus preventing me from eating them all!(No fridge required) -Salt and vinegar chips. They prevent you from eating too many by being physically painful. Kettle chipped increases both the damage and delight.(No fridge required) -High Cost:Ice cream novelties~ Popsicles! Orangesicles! Klondike bars! I really like Coconut Outshine bars, they are expensive but so good!! (Freezer required)

[thesomebodywho]

Let's break this down. Pink: Absolutely fantastic, I hate wasting about 1/3 of my life unconcious. No downsides either because not needing sleep, in my opinion, means that you could still sleep if you wanted to.

Orange: This is great. I assume this also includes understanding the language and speaking is just used as a term for proficiency in general. Obiviously you could communicate with anyone anywhere in the world fluently becoming the world's best translator. Additionally you would probably be able to speak dead languages, meaning that historians and archeologists everywhere would rejoice. Last but not least, assuming any extraterrestial entities communicate via language you could speak to aliens if you ever happen upon one.

Green: Pretty mundane all things considered. This is just a super power many people have in general and I am most likely allergic to cats anyway. Although because the description refers to felines, you would also be pretty popular with big cats. You would never have to worry about getting eaten by for example a lion or a tiger. (Assuming that they like you on an emotional level and not gastronomically.)

Blue: This is a good one. Being able to at will record anything into your memory would help whenever you need to study. The younger you are the better this is because the need of studying and memorizing decreases as you get older. The "at will" part is also important because you need to be careful not to accidentally record anything traumatic. Purple: Free eco-friendly air travel!? This creates a great combo with orange because you can just take a trip to any country with an airport and have a fantastic time communications wise. You could also, for example, go buy groceries in a country where food is cheap or fresh. Assuming this is magic and violates the laws of thermodynamics and physics in general this would be absolutely cracked. Just build an airport high up, make a big coil below the airport, and fall through it repeatedly with a strong magnet. (Of course this relies on the assumption that the potion would recognize your new airport as an airport.) Grey: Overall pretty mid. Sure you could pretty much eat anything taste-wise. Healthy foods would be pretty easy to choose and you would never have to worry about not liking your friends' cooking. Maybe this could push you to go vegan if everything tasted like steaks, pizza and burgers. The issue is that all of these problems have mundane solutions. Healthy food could already taste good but you're skimping on the spices and seasonings. Jus add a pinch of the good old salt and pepper on your salad and would you look at that, it tastes miles better. If your friend cooks food and you don't really like it, just tell them. There are a million ways to tell someone that the food was not really your thing especially because most often it's not the fault of the chef, but the recipe. I myself am not vegan but again just season your food. There's also a myriad of vegan alternatives to meat-based products.

Red: This could actually be detrimental. Assuming your body temperature refers to the actual temperature of the physical object that is your body, you would be immune to extreme heat and cold. Amaze everyone by walking in lava without catching on fire and scream in agony for the entire time because the temperature difference would still cause immense pain. Spend hours in the frozen arctic shivering but never dying of hypothermia or freezing. Seems fantastic? Here's the catch. A significant portion of the calories you consume are spent on temperature regulation. After removing this energy sink you would struggle to get the minimum amount of nutrients without gaining a ton of weight due to not using energy. Alternatively you could struggle helplessly as a nasty viral infection destroys your body from the inside, as the most effective weapon of your immune system, fever, is stripped from them. :) Wine-red: Kind of mid to be honest. If you live in an area with a ton of mosquitoes, especially ones carrying malaria, this is great. This applies to any other insect carrying any other diseases but for me personally this potion is pretty bad I've gotten used to mosquitoes. White: Seems pretty cool but the downsides are pretty severe. Congratulations on becoming King Midas of the cheese world. Creating free food anywhere you go just by kicking is pretty good and kicking something three times is pretty rare right? Forget playing football or any other sport where you kick stuff as the ball once again becomes a clump of cheese. Did you accidentally kick your computer three times while stimming? Gaming on a piece of Wensleydale could prove difficult. You playfully kicked someone for some reason? I wonder if it would be considered negligent homicide to turn someone into Edam by mistake... In an ideal world this would be super powerful due to (again) violating the laws of thermodynamics by being able to generate energy from nothing. (Just kick something with a low energy density and turn it into high energy density cheese.) Get rid of non-biodegradeables by turning them into cheese. Nuclear waste? More like Cheddar.

Yellow: Pretty good. Assuming the fairies do a good job, this would save a lot of time. I don't find chores that annoying but this would still be pretty useful.

Lime: For people who have trouble identifying emotions this would be great. Then again I'd like for it to be normal to just ask someone how they're feeling. Normalize asking for people to clarify their emotions!

Black: Practically pretty useless. Sure growing your ideal beard is great but this is worthless if you don't want a beard. You save a bit on shaving supplies assuming you even grow a beard. It would be nice to be able to grow a beard but compared to everything else on offer I would hate for vanity to be the reason I choose a mid potion.

Rankings based on personal preference:

Pink

Orange

Purple

Blue

Yellow

Wine-red

Green

Grey

Lime

White

Black

Red

Rankings on universe breaking potential:

Purple

White

Yellow (Depends on the definition of a chore.)

Pink (More time for chaos)

Everything else

[flower-boy-roxanne]

i stayed up til like 1:30-2 in the morning and didnt fucking realize we had class today

mmm i have intense stupid energy 24/7

[chainelunaire]

how lov smells like

shigaraki

he smells somewhat sweet, which you don’t expect at all. he smells like bubblegum, strange mix of cotton candy and fresh apples. it’s not a sickening sweet scent, rather nice one. nobody including him knows why, because his shower gel is like typical men shit, so it’s a secret to everyone. he doesn’t use anything more than that, no perfumes or such. he’s kind of aware of how he smells like because everyone tends to get closer to him whenever league seats together, and it drives him crazy. sometimes he smells like plastic when he spends a lot of time in his room. sometimes it’s something more dusty. he never smells like blood, which is unusual for lov members, but kinda explainable by the nature of his quirk.

dabi

his natural scent is terrible, and he knows that. he spends a lot of time in the morning trying to get rid of it by cleaning himself over and over. he’s already a clean freak, and whenever he hears the smell it just drives him up to the wall. he would’ve never tell that to anyone even under death sentence, but he’s kind of ashamed of it. he’s aware he reeks burnt flesh, and it’s constant, it brings everyone to throw up, him included. so he actually does a lot to hide it, he cares about that more than anyone in the league. usually after all his shenanigans he smells okay, kind of typical men shit, those volcano rage deodorants or something. the thing is, he runs so hot, any scent doesn’t last long on him. again, he wouldn’t tell that to anyone ever, but he’s suffering because of it, and everyone around him also does. compress was the most subtle about it and kind of helped him to find another options to just cancel his scent alltogether, so now for the most of times he doesn’t smell like anything at all, which is odd, but still better than before.

toga

you woud think she smells nice, flowers and candies? wrong, because she reeks blооd and steel. she likes to put on a perfume every now and again, but she has a very...eccentric taste, so it might be something sweet and spicy and also smelling like pure blооd. she also likes the smell of salt, she likes how strong of a scent it is. her room smells nice though, something fresh and light and clean. she also very much enjoys the scent of a newly changed bed linnen sheets.

spinner

he smells straight up nice, something warm and fuzzy, it reminds you of a sparkling heat and a summer sun. you can never clearly tell, what exactly he smells like, but it’s a really, really enjoyable scent. his room smells awful tho, because he’s nasty like that.

twice

he smells like a typical dude who discovered his favourite perfume in 8th grade and hadn’t changed since then. considering the situiation, he smells nice, especially when put against someone like dabi or even shigaraki sometimes. he smells like wood and salt, and even if he himself prefers something fresh and strong, it only gets warmer on him, which actually suits him better. doesn’t care about smell that much, but can’t handle the thought someone might think he stinks.

compress

he smells rich. even with the cheapest shit he owns, he himself smells rich, and he likes that. he likes strong and heavy scents, which may last a long time on him. he also likes sweeter scents, something with tabacco in it or vanilla in some form. he makes every scent look good actually, it’s just his natural ability. his room also smells the nicest, it’s the coziest of all. very big essential oils enjoyer. he actually knows a lot about the impact of it on the health and shit, so he kind of helps others with headaches and insomnia by that. 

kurogiri

he smells like freezing water, that one you see on a winter day, when the air is drizzling and it’s so, so cold, air almost tasteful in your mouth. it’s kind of sweet, but not really, more in a subtle way. he smells very fresh, almost freezing, it might tingle your nose a bit. when he’s angry, he smells like smoke and sparks and fireplace, and you can never put a finger on how he changes it so easily.

[chanfictions]

Hello! So glad prompts are open. Can I request 25 or 22 for Kabuto? I don’t know if two prompts are allowed so choose either if not possible. I’d ask to make it nasty, but don’t want to put pressure.

Edge

Kabuto x Reader 

18+ content - minors, DNI.

Prompts: "close your eyes" and in the spirit of "be a good girl and hold still"

Slightly smutty. Knife play, fear kink, sliiiiiiight medical kink if you really squint.

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Kabuto wanted to watch you squirm, to test your resolve. How deep did that trust run, he wondered. Who would flinch first?

Shallow breaths, sweet little whimpers – the rapid thrumming of your pulse beneath his fingertips only made Kabuto's saccharine smile widen as he crooned sweetly in your ear.

"What's the matter, don't you trust me?"

A slim, shiny length of metal glimmered in your periphery, flushing your face with heat. You swallowed the nervous squeak lodged in your throat, biting your lip and squirming against the warmth of the firm body at your back. "O-of course I do," you choked in a breathless whisper as you turned your head to shy away from the blade.

"Then close your eyes," he murmured, voice dripping with a sort of superficial reassurance that had you second guessing your life choices as his other arm tightened around your torso, his hand still resting gently over your throat to allow his fingertips to take in every flutter and jump in your racing pulse. 

"K-kabuto–"

He hummed sweetly in response, trailing the flat edge along your cheek and over your jaw before the smile in his voice grew low and cold when he spoke again. "Don't make me repeat myself."

The heat flushing your face began to trickle downward, swirling in your chest and belly before pooling firmly between your legs. The blade caressed the lump in your throat as you swallowed thickly and finally obeyed, beginning to tremble in a confusing mix of fear and arousal. Gods, Kabuto was a monster when he wanted to be, but to be fair, you were the one who asked for it.

"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to your temple, taking the blade lower, catching the neck of your shirt and admiring the way your chest shuddered in your attempts to not let it heave in anticipation. It was delicious. He could practically taste the adrenaline pumping through your blood, seeping through your pores, filling every little puff of air you exhaled. The frighteningly sharp edge slowly sliced right through the front of your clothes like tissue paper. Agonizingly slowly. Kabuto wanted to watch you squirm, to test your resolve. How deep did that trust run, he wondered. Who would flinch first?

You gasped when you felt the tip scrape your belly, lurching backward reflexively, only to be admonished with a condescending tut.

"Ah, ah – what did I tell you last time?"

A whine resembling his name trilled in your throat as you struggled to meet his demand for stillness, but dear gods, you couldn't hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears. Your mouth had gone dry. Your legs had gone weak with need. Kabuto's firm hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright.

"You know I have a very steady hand, but that won't matter much if you buck into the knife," Kabuto cooed softly in your ear, adoring how you desperately tried to keep it together while he expertly sliced through the rest of your shirt. "Though, I suppose I can just fix you up if you slip, right? That does make things more exciting."

He wasn't serious, was he?

You swallowed nervously again. The brat in you wanted to tease, to push his buttons, to challenge him, but logic screamed in your ear not to because Kabuto was a capricious man. Just because he said loved you didn't mean he wouldn't cut you just to make a point. Even with his warm smiles and seemingly caring demeanor, he could just as easily turn cold and cruel – a shadow of his master still lingering somewhere beneath the mask.

It was too easy to forget that your sweet, mild-mannered Kabuto was dangerous. 

You felt the trailing edge of a blade glide across your skin like silk – displaying the wielder's masterful level of control while dangling a not-so-toothless threat over you. He hummed softly to himself as he traced purposefully over your vital points with that cold, sharpened steel, sending a nervous shiver racing up your spine, trapping your increasingly urgent drinks of air in your chest. 

Kabuto chuckled at your expense, teasing the knife's tip under the curve of your breast, back up to your throat – delighting in the way your pulse jumped again when it crossed your jugular. This was such a fun game, and oh, did he ever love to win. He knew your body was being needled with static from how close he had you to hyperventilating – how the terror of what he could do with that blade left you soaked and aching for him. "Deep breaths," he murmured in a cold, clinical taunt.

It was so close to being too much. What were once tempered inhales had grown shallow and ragged, further unsettling your already frantic heartbeat as the razor edge lingered on the soft flesh beneath your chin, threatening to spill your life force all over the stony floor if you dared disobey. Teeth chattering from the tension held in your jaw, your lip quivered and body trembled as you whimpered and pinned your back against him, your mind getting lost in a thickening bog of fear.

Such a delicate dance it was, balancing you on the brink like this – and Kabuto was so very good at it.

"Shh," he soothed, his grip subtly becoming more comforting than confining as he took a measured step backward, setting the scalpel aside for a moment and settling on the edge of the bed with your shaking body between his legs. You were putty in his hands now – reduced to a heap of empty-headed nothing and entirely at his mercy. The warmth of his palm replaced the chilled metal at your throat, trailing down over your collarbones before beginning to glow softly and coming to rest over your heart. "Deep breaths," he said again, tone shifting to something more caring and kind as the menacing veil began to lift. 

Your haggard respirations began to smooth and slow as you let yourself sink into his chest, submitting to his will and turning toward the warmth of his shoulder. Kabuto carefully laid you back onto his sheets and braced a hand next to your head, drinking in the heavy, adoring eyes that now peered up at him as he delicately traced his knuckles over the curve of your cheek. You were so weak, so subdued, so disarmed like this – a fragile little thing that needed to be handled with the utmost care. He smiled quietly, leaning down to cradle your face in his hand, brushing his lips ever-so-softly against yours. 

"Now, where were we?"

[chiwhorei]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝)

𝐚𝐤𝐚: 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬!!

pairing: t. amajiki x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

word count: ~1.3k

tags: pervy!tamaki, mean!tamaki, dubcon, degradation, voyeurism, masturbation, tentacles in all of readers holes, dacryphilia, choking

a/n: this is my very late contribution to the whorehouse porn compilation, the rest of this questionable browser history can be found here! strap in because this might be the grossest shit i’ve written so far. no plot, porn is the point here friends.

(cross posted to Ao3!)

hymn: gooey by the glass animals

The first time was an accident, genuinely.

He meant to text you he would be home early, ever the courteous roommate, but it truly just slipped his mind. Surprise would be an understatement when he swings the front door open to the high pitched whines coming from your bedroom.

Curiosity piquing, Tamaki lines his shoes up by the door and follows the noise. He can see the outline of light seeping through your open door and hears another round of cries. 

“Hey, are you ok--” His words flop lifelessly on the floor in front of him. Oh.

Oh.

His eyes trail up from the end of your bed. The open laptop propped in between your legs, the bottle of lube sitting next to your knee, your bare thighs and--

“Do you like what you see, Suneater?”

Tamaki flushes, heat starting at the bridge of his nose and spreading across every inch of skin. He should really say something, or better yet, close your fucking door and do the rest of his processing on the other side. 

He can’t seem to do anything but stand and stare at the dripping wet toy still being pumping in and out of your cunt. It seems to have completely hypnotized him, watching the way the silicone disappears in between your slick folds, he swears he can see the quiver.

“What do you think about my toy?” Purple and oblong, you pull it all the way out. Tamaki’s stare burns right into the suction cup ridges and slim, curved tip. You drag it in a wet line up your skin, meeting your lips with a pout. 

“I picked this one out with you in mind.”

* * *

First time, shame on you.

That’s what they say, but Tamaki finds himself pressing against your doorframe and peering into your room for the 3rd time this week. His feet pull him here like a nasty habit, the crack in your door is far too welcoming. 

You left it open just for him.

Tamaki’s ears twitch, forehead tacky with sweat as he presses against the frame. Every time he finds himself in this very same position, shame trickles down his spine like poison.

Every inch of your skin is exposed to his stare. Looking upon you is invasive and slimy and wrong but fuck, with every movement of your toy, pumping in tandem with the hand around his painfully hard cock, the more each stolen glance feels intravenous. Tamaki is addicted. 

All he wants to do is touch you. Wrap you in his hold and explore every inch. He wants to know what your skin feels like. 

What does your hair smell like up close? He’s only ever been privy to the occasional carryover of strawberry as you walk by him in the kitchen. How do your moans feel vibrating just above his mouth? Would you cry out for him to stop or to keep going?

He’s never stepped closer than the line between carpet and hardwood, but that's really only a technicality. 

You feel it, foreign but unmistakable. The touch of something crawling up your leg, soft and sticky. It wraps around your leg, crawling upwards in salacious vines. Your voice rings in Tamaki’s ears. He repeats every syllable like prayer, his invitation.

“I picked this one out with you in mind.”

There’s no movement to stop him, you don’t scream or tell him to fuck off. Your body seems to welcome him, back arching as five quirked fingers wrap around your arms and hips. The popping of suction cups trail from your belly button, dragging against your breasts before you feel pressure at your neck. Your skin will be covered in round bruises in the morning. The kindling in Tamaki’s stomach feels more like a wildfire, shy demeanor melting away. The man in front of you isn’t going to waste any more time hesitating.  

“You’re such a little tease. You like fucking with me don’t you, princess?” Tamaki’s question is sneering, his tone cold and unfamiliar.

The tentacle wrapping around your neck squeezes tight enough to make you gasp, he doesn’t waste the opportunity.

He doesn’t really want you to answer him.

As soon as your lips part, your mouth is invaded. The tendril reaches all the way to the back of your throat before it lets up, your jaw already hurting at the stretch. Your vision blurs, the taste of briny-sweet flesh mixes with the salty tears running down your face.

You’re given only a moment to sputter, catching your breath before it’s taken away again, the squeals and cries bubbling in your throat are wasted energy.

“Always leaving your door open, teasing me. I’m not playing your games anymore.” Tamaki’s voice is unwavering, he’s serious.

You wail around the rubbery texture as another tentacle wraps around your breasts, suctioning on the sensitive peaks of your nipples. Tamaki moves closer with each sound he can pull from you, finally breaching the last shreds of privacy and shuffling across the carpet. All five fingers on his right hand are busy probing parts of your pliant body and restraining others. Through the haze you can’t deny how dexterous he is while making a mess of you. 

It would be impressive if you could think straight.

Each arm and leg is caught in the reddish-purple web, writhing against his hold only makes Tamaki’s grip tighter.

“I could do anything to this sweet little body, what could you do to stop me?” His words should scare you, but only one thing runs through your foggy head. 

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

If you could, the scream pressed against your makeshift gag would definitely alert your neighbors to the depravity just a wall away. You feel attention turning to the toy still plugging your weeping hole, a tentacle wrapping around the base and pulling it free with a squelch. From the corner of your eye, you catch the shiny plastic as it’s thrown to the other side of the room, hitting your wall with a hollow thud.

The tip of one tentacle prods at your clit for good measure before poking inside. Fear runs through your blood, cooling when mixed with overwhelming pleasure. Tamaki can reach places you’ve never felt before.

“So tight, so fucking warm.” Tamaki can feel you with each clench of your pussy, sliding in until he can feel tight band of your cervix. He could ruin you if he wanted, he ventures to guess you would let him.

You’re crying in long, fat streaks around the apples of your cheeks. With the help of another set of weaponized fingers, your legs are spread further and pushed to your chest. Tamaki’s cock aches, now ignored in favor of manipulating your body into a new angle so your ass is propped up. Muscles tense as he swipes the tip of his tentacle to trace around your rigid ring of muscle.

“I’ll take every one of these slutty little holes. You’ll feel me on your skin for days.” He promises you, pushing past your resistant muscles, they’re no match.

Your head is swimming now, logic is replaced with the feeling of being so full.

Stimulation assaults your senses from every direction, Tamaki fucking into your body with fatal rhythm. Going farther, deeper, harder. All you’re left with is shaking limbs and muted whines.

It hurts, it feels so good. It’s so disgusting but so hot. You’re meek, bushy roommate has made you little more than a fucktoy with what seems like minimal effort. You’re hurdled to a sloppy wet orgasm faster than ever before. 

Tamaki can tell that you’re close, studying the way your eyes screw up and brows furrow before falling over the edge for weeks from the comfort of your door jam. The consuming bliss overtakes your body, every muscle tensing, shaking from exhaustion as the cord pulls tight and snaps with fury. If you could, you would scream out the name of your captor, all you can manage a garbled sound from deep in your chest.

The next few moments find you in pieces. The feeling of emptiness knocks at your hypersensitive body as you’re flipped to balance weakly on your hands in knees. You’re not left alone for long, Tamaki’s just getting started.

He’s never been one to play with his food, but you’re just too tasty.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[xazse]

Fem!Scara, fingering, eating out, scara is a little demanding

NSFW

Waking up an hour early during lecture days just to see your favorite person. Fixing your hair, making sure your clothes are ironed and perfect down to the socks. After all that you slip your shoes on and head out. You have some extra time and you use that time to go to the little cafe on school campus because: you know she’ll be there. Her beautiful dark hue purple long hair, her pretty pink plump lips, she’s so enchanting, even down to the way she presents herself you don’t think you’ve ever seen her make a single error expect for one thing…

She kinda has a very nasty attitude towards people, which makes her very unapproachable. You’ve seen some people try to talk to her/get to know her, she simply just dismissed them with a cold look. Now there are SOME people she allows close to her and to even walk and talk with her, and that’s about only 2 people? At least the ones you’ve seen before, you know 

Childe is one of them because he’s in one of your lectures and him being friends with her strikes it as sorta weird especially how he is, you know for a fact he’s your “party, let’s get drunk!” Type of dude, he’s not rude by any means actually a really nice person even going as far to personally ask how some people are doing and even volunteering help at the children’s orphanage. 

The next man you know as Kazuha, when you saw her talking to him with a soft expression on her face you damn near tripped, I mean maybe you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but kazuha is a total “Pothead” everytime you get the chance to interact with him his eyes are a toned pink color, you don’t even think he’s even paying attention with the way he talks SO SLOW, always chatting up a storm about how the clouds are arranged or what the weather will be like. There was this one time where you were taking a different way home, still on campus and you passed a bush where you had heard something like purring? Meowing? Lo and behold it’s him with his pink dusted eyes, you don’t even begin to start a conversation with him, simply minding your own business.

kunikuzushi is her name, even though she is in your very last class you haven’t spoken a word to her, so when she suddenly asks you for help with a certain subject you’re a little taken aback I mean, there are tons of people who’d get it done in a few seconds if she had asked something so why you? 

After the class had ended and only you were left in the room finishing up some work, you didn’t notice her poking her head in and walking up to the back of the class towards you until you heard her clear her throat. “Hey could you help me with something real quick” lifting her brow, your so stunned by this action but excited so you reply faster than you had wanted to. She pushes her hair back and takes a seat beside you scooting a little closer so she can show you what she’s having trouble on, and god she smells so good like pure cinnamon such a sweet, delicious scent. 

About 20 minutes had passed and your already on your knees eating her out. She also tastes as good as she smells, youre using your tongue in ways you’ve never done, sucking on her clit nice and slow. Her legs are clamping around your head trying to push you away but you know for a fact she wants more by the way she’s whining. Arching her back. “Just hurry up, stop stalling it out already” she’s getting a little annoyed with you, but of course you’ll do anything for your pretty girl. So you start sucking a little more harder to please her and by the way she grips your hair you can tell she loves it. “Keep that pace..” she pleads sounding a little desperate, you slowly slide your finger in her wet hole, you’ll start slow since you know she’s a virgin, doing that for a little bit gets her even wetter so you slide another finger in, at this point she’s basically humping your hand like a dog in heat. You look up at her for a minute, her pale face is a deep red color and she looks so lost, her foggy expression. Her hole starts clamping down on your fingers and once last thrust of your fingers does it for her and she cums, she’s left panting with the prettiest facial expression. 

[clouds-rambles]

hey bestie i was hoping to request xiao, venti, childe and zhongli where the the reader and the character have just had an argument + the reader needs time to calm down from the argument. omg maybe the reader comes back with a gift to apologise

Ask and ye shall receive <3. I’m the kind of person who needs time to relax and process the situation after an argument. I’m always too worked up (read angry) to kiss and make up straight after an argument.

Pairings; (Separate) Xiao, Venti, Childe, Zhongli x reader

Warning(s); breif mention of a wound, alcoholism, swearing

Keep reading under the cut!

Xiao

You’re probably being too harsh on the guy

You had just come back from a tough mission with a few more scrapes than you normally come back, a nasty cut in particular situated on your shoulder was what caused the argument to kick off in the first place

In hindsight the argument started from Xiao’s concern of you getting hurt worse but you were too tired from the commission to really read it as concern

But boy now do you feel bad. You both went your separate ways for the evening and in the morning you still haven’t caught sight of your partner. You eventually go around Wangshu Inn and ask if they’ve seen Xiao.

You get told that he’s out for the day, apparently he caught wind of something manifesting in the mountains. So, you suppose that it’s high time to make an apology gift

And what’s a better apology gift than your partners favourite food? Because your arguments are often few and far between you don’t mind making Xiao almond tofu since it’s not something you’ve associated with apologising

Though you’re aware that the sweet snack means nothing if you’re not sincere with your apology. 

So what’s more sincere than sitting at the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn and wait for Xiao. You don’t mind how long it takes for him to come back just as long as you get to apologise

He comes back just after dusk and you pour your apologise profusely and tell him you understand that he was coming from a place of concern

Xiao is a little distant a short while after the apology but soon you’re reassured that he accepts it when he places his hand on the table for you to take hold of

The two of you sit in silence sat hand in hand while Xiao eats his tofu

You watch him eat with a grin on your face, sometimes just watching the Yaksha sit still and do his thing is enough to keep you in a trance for the evening

-

Venti

Maybe you got into an argument because you’re concerned over Venti’s drinking habits, sure he’s an immortal god but doesn’t he worry about his liver?

Sure the argument started because you’re worried about the archon but boy does he make you angry with his non-sensical thought processes

Venti is the kind of guy who wouldn’t let you leave without settling the argument

Even if the happy medium isn’t actually going to bring any change into the questionable drinking habits

But this argument just feels a little different, you’ve had the same conversation form months but nothing seems to change

You’re not even sure if Venti has actually listened to anything you have said to him about it

So you tell him “Do what you want, but you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight” yeah you just resigned him to sofa treatment. As much as you hate it you’re far too heated to just kiss and make up right now

So the night passes and you wake up with the cold space beside you, you’re confused until you remember the previous nights events

Though your unusual silence in the room doesn’t last long, you presume Venti sensed that you’re awake because you hear a knock at your bedroom door, you’re surprised that Venti is actually here and that he hadn’t sulked off to Windrise where you had originally planned to apologise to him

As you open the door you notice your partner stood before you with a bunch of hand picked cecelia's and dandelions and an apologetic look on his face

You’ve never known Venti to speak so fast he apologises profusely for causing you such worry and promises that he’ll try to drink less, he mentions that he doesn’t wish to give up his Friday and Saturday drinking nights but he’s willing to tone it down during the week if it stops you worrying 

You thank him sincerely and find a vase to put the flowers in

You hug Venti and apologise yourself for being such a worry wart and causing such a big argument

“I’m glad I have someone to worry about me, I don’t know what I’d do without you” You can’t help but swoon at his flowery words and grin at him before the two of you start off the day

-

Childe

It’s a bad habit he has, when you try and talk about something serious with him he constantly cracks jokes at the situation. Which in its self isn’t the worse thing in the world, even you crack jokes to lighten the situation but at some points it goes too far

And today is too far, what started off as a disagreement about where you were going to eat lunch ended up in a full scale (mostly one sided) argument in Childes office about how he can’t take things seriously

You, of course, know this to be false. You’ve seen him in action against his foes and bank business but just in this moment when you are so angry about the situation those rational thoughts go out the window

And what does the bastard do? He cracks another fucking joke

“Is this what I am?” you ask finally reaching the catalyst of your temper “A fucking joke?” 

And boy does the exclamation comes to a surprise to him. No matter how frequent your use of curse words you’ve never directed them at him so it catches Childe by even more surprise

“[name] I’m sorry I didn’-” he tries to apologise

“You didn’t fucking what Tartaglia? Want to make me feel like a joke? Cause you’ve been going down that road at every fucking disagreement we have” you cut him off in a fit of rage “Sleep in your own fucking bed tonight” you add before storming out his office

He tried to follow you out the bank before he was stopped by a fatui agent about some urgent debt collection, so he never got to apologise immediately

And that’s how the next couple of days go, you’ve taken most of the time to cool off and avoid anywhere Childe might be hanging about, your plan works better considering said harbinger was out of Liyue Harbour for a couple of days

Though on the third night Childe appears at your door, he doesn’t bring any gifts, just himself. Childe enjoys gifting things to you so he doesn’t want you or him to associate gift giving with apologies. You’re more than thankful for this

Childe apologises before you even have the chance to invite him in and takes your hand and wholeheartedly promises to try and not make jokes when you have a disagreement

You also apologise and agree that, in hindsight, you blew things out of proportion. You reassure him that he’s a hardworking man and that a few out of place jests make everything more bearable to him.

You invite him inside for some tea, your bed isn’t as cold as it was tonight

-

Zhongli

Disagreements with Zhongli never seem to get any further than that. The archon likes to listen to you vent your frustrations over a cup of herbal tea and usually that calms you down and everything is settled before supper

But every once in a while you’re a little high strung. For instance this time you’re running on a total of 5 hours sleep over the last 4 days. Sleep deprivation could possibly be your middle name at this point 

The only thing you want to do when you get back from your restless trip from Mondstat back home is to just sleep the next few years 

But the sweetie that Zhongli is he quizzes you about your great to horrific trip

Zhongli pulls all the stops he readys some dinner for you and draws a bath when you get back. He even gives you a small lecture about how you’ll feel terrible not washing before going to bed

But with your tired ears, eyes and brain it feels like a personal attack in your entire self “I’ve had it up to here with bloody hillichurls for 4 horrific days, all I want to do is pass the living hell out thank you”

Replace the bloodys with fucks and that’s probably more accurate to what you said

Zhongli is taken a little aback, being an older traditional man it’s unbecoming of anyone to use such sailor language. And thus the male lectures you about it

You take that as about as well as you expect, you don’t respond to him and favour walking out the room, barely getting undressed and collapsing on your shared bed

You wake up the next morning (though when you peek outside it seems like it’s after noon) disorientated. You don’t actually remember coming home the previous day 

Then the memory resurfaces of you yelling at your spouse and regret washes over you

Surely the gift you had prepared for Zhongli would be good enough as repercussions of yesterdays outburst

You see Zhongli in the dining room, to the untrained eye he looks like he’s in a normal mood but to you, you can see his brooding emanating off of him. If you dare point it out Zhongli will deny that he even broods in the first place

He’s the first to greet you without turning around. Rightfully so, he’s still in a mood. So you just profusely apologise for your outburst

You explain that you were running on next to no sleep and while that doesn’t excuse your outburst it certainly explains it. If your spouse so wishes to ask how your trip was you would comply much more now since you’ve had a good sleep behind you. 

You then change the subject to the gift in your hands, some rose tea. Something Zhongli had mentioned when you were courting all that time ago. 

The man sits you on his lap and explains to you about how it was out of place of him to assume you’d be in a talking mood immediately after your travels. You reassure him that under normal circumstances you wouldn’t mind talking about it, you promise that you will do everything in your power to not let the previous night repeat

You then bring out his gift, rose tea, which he had mentioned wanting to taste a little while back, and before long you’re back in the cycle of Zhongli profusely explaining to you some random subject (in this instance rose tea) before you go off to make dinner where you finally share the details of your travels

Hope this is okay! <3 I kind of went a little ham with the Childe and Zhongli one in comparison to the other two hope you don’t mind lmao <3

[luminnara]

It’s Been A Long, Long Time | ch 4

Summary:  When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Taglist:  @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo @super-cape @ferxaniti @namjoonwatcheshentai @fandomsstolemylife00 @youngblood199456 @nightlygiggless @darlingely

Amoretta swam in and out of sleep. Whenever she surfaced, she saw bright lights and strange faces, and, assuming that she was in a HYDRA lab, she decided it was better if she just kept on dreaming. After a while, though, she couldn’t manage it anymore, and she finally woke up enough to actually take in her surroundings.

She was in a hospital bed, and...a gown? She couldn’t remember the last time she had been given clothing. When she tried to move, she found that her arms ached, and she had an IV sticking out of her. Okay, so wherever she was, they were trying to take care of her. Maybe. That seemed like a good sign. 

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. “How’re you feeling?”

A figure came into view, blurry at first, and as he got closer she was able to get him in focus. Amoretta immediately stiffened, feeling threatened by this stranger, but as the scent of omega wafted in, she relaxed slightly. She couldn’t smell any alphas nearby, and that was good. 

Two good signs so far. 

“Wh-who are you?” She asked, her voice wobbly and hoarse. Her throat was so sore that talking was painful. 

“My name is Dr. Bruce Banner.” The man said, reaching towards a nearby table and grabbing a water bottle off of it. “I’m with the Avengers.”

Amoretta frowned. “The...who?”

He came near her slowly, twisting the cap off the bottle and offering it to her. “You’ve probably got a lot of questions. Mind if I ask a couple, though?”

She gave a little shrug as she raised the bottle to her lips. It felt strange to hold, the water tasting...different from what she was used to.

“Can you tell me your name?”

She thought for a moment, brows knitting together. “Subject 1096.”

It was Bruce’s turn to frown. “Did you ever have a...different name?”

After a moment, she nodded, trying to remember. It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach. Had it really been so long since she had gotten to say it?

“We can come back to that one.” Bruce said gently. “Do you know what year it is?”

She thought for a moment. “19...1986.”

The doctor pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose and mumbling something along the lines of “Christ, not another one…”

She got the feeling that she was off by a few years. 

“Well, Ten...is it alright if I call you that?”

She shrugged.

“...alright. Ten, it seems like you were cryogenically frozen for a few decades.”

“...decades?”

He nodded. “Your body seems to have handled it well, though.”

“Did I puke?” She asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Not that I saw.” He chuckled. 

Well, that was a little surprising. She had a tendency to vomit after being wrenched out of unnaturally cold naps. “Where am I?”

“You’re in my lab, at Stark Tower.”

“What continent?”

“North America.”

She made a thoughtful noise. “What month is it?”

“June.”

“So Ursa Major is out?”

Bruce paused. “...well, it’s hard to see with all the light pollution in the city, but...yes, I suppose it should be…”

She let out a sigh. “I miss it.”

Her voice was already sounding tired again, and Bruce was quick to take the water bottle back before it slipped from her hand. 

“You should get some more rest, Ten.” He suggested. “We’ve got plenty of time to get you caught up when you’re feeling more energetic.”

“Mhm.” her eyes fluttered closed. “Doctor?”

“Yes?”

“What city am I in?”

“New York.” He said, looking down at her curiously. “Manhattan, more specifically. Why?”

She smiled a little. “I wanna see...Brooklyn…”

As she drifted off to sleep again, Bruce rubbed his face. Well, that certainly was oddly specific of her to say. It was a good sign that she seemed lucid, though. 

“Captain Rogers is outside, Dr. Banner.” FRIDAY’s AI voice said. 

Bruce met him at the door, making his way out as quietly as possible. Steve looked anxious, standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for news. He hadn’t gotten a chance to find Bucky yet, his friend either working out or sleeping, and all he had managed so far was a quick debriefing and a shower. 

“I ran down as soon as FRIDAY called,” he said. “How is she?”

“Sleeping again. Just missed her.” Bruce said wryly. “Walk with me, I’m starving.” 

Steve fell into step beside him, heading towards the elevators. “Did she say anything?”

“She did. She seemed a bit out of it...couldn’t remember her name, hasn’t been awake since 1986.” He hit the UP button and stood back. “Seemed very interested in constellations, though. And Brooklyn.”

Steve stared at him. “Brooklyn?”

“Told her she was in New York, and the last thing she said before she fell asleep was something about Brooklyn.” Bruce shrugged. “Really interesting thing was her blood tests, though.”

“Blood tests?” Steve asked, stepping into the elevator and waiting for Bruce to join him before the doors closed again. 

“Definitely an omega.” Banner said as they headed up several floors. “Her scent is so muted because they pumped her full of enough suppressants to kill a normal person. Pretty sure that’s why she’s so tired...her body is working overtime trying to process such a high dose. I think it was just pooling in her system while she was in cryo, not really going anywhere, so now her kidneys are doing everything they can to—“

“Banner.” Steve interrupted before he had to listen to an entire scientific explanation. 

“Right. Sorry.” The scientist cleared his throat. “There was something else that I found already. She’s, uh…well, at some point, she was given super soldier serum.” 

Steve froze. “HYDRA gave the serum...to an omega?”

“It’s confusing to me, too,” Bruce put his hands up in defeat. “Thanks to that, though, it’s hard to determine how old she is, or who she is, without her telling us. All I know is that she’s an unmarked omega super soldier with a hell of a dose of heat suppressants to work through.”

“Any idea when she’ll be up again?” Steve asked as the elevator dinged to signal their arrival. 

“Hard to say.” Bruce said, following the alpha out towards the shared kitchen near the common area. 

“I need to get to the bottom of this, Banner. FRIDAY, will you find Bucky? I need you to tell him—“

“Tell him what?” A voice asked. 

Steve smiled in relief. Bucky was there, sitting on the couch with a plate of Alfredo balanced in his metal hand, looking mildly curious about whatever his friend was talking about. 

“Oh, good,” Steve said, approaching him, Banner following behind. “You’re already here.”

“What is it, Stevie?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“Well, as you know, I visited an abandoned HYDRA base today.” 

“I’m aware.”

“And I found...something.”

“...something. What kind of something?”

Steve suddenly wasn’t sure how to describe his discovery. “Well, it’s a...not an it, I mean, I found a…”

“Rogers here brought back an omega test subject.” Bruce interrupted. “She’s down in the lab right now sleeping off some nasty meds.”

Bucky’s posture hadn’t changed, despite how awkward and almost nervous Steve had gotten. He leaned back against the cushions, slurping down a few noodles while he regarded his friend with a mild expression. 

“Alright, so?” He asked. 

“So...I was wondering if you had any idea what HYDRA was doing experimenting on an omega.” Steve said, hands on his hips in a stance that was supposed to say I mean business, so listen to me.

Bucky wasn’t bothered by it. He was the biggest, toughest alpha in the tower, aside from the rare occasions Thor was roughing it down on Midgard with the rest of them. The others could puff up and posture all they wanted at him, but it never had any effect. He was always calm and cool, generally disinterested in their displays. He knew he was stronger, and he didn’t need to prove it, especially not when he didn’t have an omega to fight over. 

He shrugged. “I want exactly privy to all their secrets. I know they kept cells full of omegas around for a while.”

“What did they do with them?” Steve asked.

“Whatever they wanted?” Bucky shook his head. “I really don’t know. If they were experimenting on ‘em, that never concerned me.”

“You’ve gotta know something, Buck.” Steve sounded exasperated. 

“Why do you care so much?” He asked. 

“Because something isn’t adding up.” Steve growled. 

“They gave this omega enough heat suppressants to last a lifetime,” Bruce said. “Her system is all kinds of messed up.”

“Makes sense.” Bucky ate another mouthful. “HYDRA wouldn’t want to deal with hormones going crazy or any unplanned pups.”

Steve stared down at his friend. “Did they let you rut?”

“Stevie, at least take me out to dinner before you start asking about my sex life fifty years ago.” Bucky said dryly. 

Steve just raised an eyebrow.

“...yeah. They did. Think they couldn’t stop my ruts.” He relented. 

“So did they...you know…” Steve trailed off awkwardly. 

“Were you ever given omegas to get you through them?” Bruce asked, proving once again how much more capable of having this conversation he was than Steve. 

Bucky finally had to glance away from them in embarrassment. “Well…yeah. But I, uh...the Soldier, he would just kind of...well, they didn’t really last long, if you uh. Catch my drift.”

Steve paled. 

Bruce gulped. 

“...what? Look, I’m better now, I’m way past that. Besides, I never meant to hurt anyone, I wasn’t myself—“

“This omega is a super soldier.” Bruce said quietly.

Bucky’s face dropped, a flicker of something passing over his face. “...what?”

—

“Finally,” Bruce sighed happily, inhaling the smell of leftover pizza. 

“Bucky, does the number 1096 mean anything to you?” Steve asked. He was sitting in a chair across from his friend, Bruce sitting at the kitchen island while he ate his dinner. 

Bucky shook his head. “Don’t remember any numbers like that. They mostly just called ‘em all omega.”

He was trying to seem cool and collected, but his scent had shifted slightly. Steve could catch just the slightest hint of distress in it, and as he did so, he narrowed his eyes. He may have been separated from Bucky for almost 80 years, but he was still his best friend, and he could tell when he was hiding something. 

“Why would they give the serum to an omega?” Steve asked. 

“Branching out?” Bucky shook his head. “Why do they do anything? They’re HYDRA. They can do whatever they want.”

“So you don’t remember anything about an omega super soldier?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky sniffed defensively. 

“Buck, it’s okay if you do.” Steve growled. “We’re not going to judge you for anything you did. We just want to help her and figure out who she is—“

“Well I don’t know,” Bucky snapped, big fangs bared in a warning. 

Steve responded with a low growl. 

“There’s a lot I don’t remember, or did you forget how many times they wiped my memory?” 

“Seems like you’re hiding something, Buck, and I wanna know what it is.”

“Why do you care? You should just drop it,” Bucky snarled. 

Steve regarded him carefully. Oh yeah. He was definitely hiding something. 

“Hey, hey,” Bruce interrupted from the kitchen, intent on stopping their fight before it could start. “Relax, fellas. Don’t make me get the big guy out to shut you both up.”

Steve backed down. The threat of having the Hulk going after him was enough. Bucky didn’t seem to share the sentiment, though, his lips still pulled back in a blatant display of aggression. It was the first time in a while that Steve had seen him acting so defensively about something, and it was concerning, to say the least. 

“Buck,” he said, voice low with warning. “Are you hiding something?”

Bucky’s nostrils flared angrily and the insinuation that he was keeping secrets, but he managed to reign himself back in, stifling another growl with a loud sigh. 

“I dunno, Steve.” He admitted. “There’s...a lot I don’t remember. If I’m bein’ honest with you, I’m not even sure why I’m feelin’ so worked up about this.”

Steve nodded. It was a relief to hear that Bucky wasn’t acting this way entirely on purpose, at least. 

“You feel okay?” Steve asked. “Not rutting soon, are you?”

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Bucky snorted. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. “Is the omega, uh...is she okay?”

“Physically, she doesn’t seem to be too worse for wear,” Bruce said from the kitchen. “The only abnormalities I found in our preliminary blood tests were evidence of the suppressants and the serum. Other than being exhausted and needing to adjust to consciousness again after decades of cryo, she’s fine.”

“Good.” Bucky said, a little too quickly. “I mean...that’s good.”

“She should be awake again by tomorrow. Hopefully, she’ll be up for a longer chat then.” 

“You comfortable talking with her?” Steve asked, looking at Bucky. “It might be good for her to see someone else who used to be connected to HYDRA. Might help her ease into everything.”

Bucky gave a nod, already distracted by thoughts of this omega. Was it possible that the girl he saw in his dreams was real? It was hard for him to know what had actually happened to him and what he had imagined, what with HYDRA wiping his memory whenever they felt like it. Ever since he had gained his mental freedom, though, he had been plagued with nightmares, his sleep always filled with the faces of people he had killed. 

As time went on, they were getting better, but they never really stopped. He just...didn’t always have to deal with the worst ones. Sometimes, he even got to have dreams that were...nice. Sometimes, he dreamt of a familiar scent, one he couldn’t really place and that he could never remember when he woke up. Sometimes, he dreamt of an omega, with long, dark hair, and the prettiest eyes he could ever imagine. He always saw her in flashes, a smile here, a sigh there, and with no idea as to who she was or where she came from, he had chalked it up to his mind trying to give him some relief from the nightmares. It had to be wishful thinking, and nothing more. 

Unless it wasn’t. 

He spent a while chatting with Steve and Bruce before retreating to his apartment. With Tony and Pepper gone for the night, spending it in some fancy hotel so that Stark could give a talk at some expo, and most of the others resting after missions, the tower was quiet. It left Bucky too much time to wander and think, and before he knew it, he was making a detour down to Banner’s lab. 

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he paused. What was he hoping to accomplish, exactly? He didn’t have the kind of clearance that Bruce did. He wouldn’t be able to sneak in, and even if he could, what would he do? Appearing at her bedside would just freak the poor omega out, and that wasn’t the kind of first impression he liked to leave these days. 

He shook his head, pressing the button for his floor and leaning back against the elevator wall. He needed to be patient. Tomorrow, when she woke up, he would be able to see her for himself and decide if his weird dreams had any truth to them. 

Not that he was getting his hopes up. He shouldn’t, after all. He would just set himself up for disappointment. 

Just before the elevator doors slid shut, though, the tiniest, faintest hint of a scent wafted in, and Bucky’s eyes widened. He knew it. He knew that scent, or at least...he used to know it. Somewhere, in a part of his mind that he tried to forget about, he had memories of a peaceful, starry night sky, a hint of pine, and a touch of cinnamon. 

Then, the doors closed, and it was gone again, leaving him confused as the elevator rushed upwards.

[mara-xx217]

I know what you're gonna think! "Ugh it's her again 🙄" Wait— Wait— hear me out!

I have a nsfw thingy for ya.

Pick 3 to 4 killers to do all kinds of sexy nasty shit to the reader(fem) in the new beach setting. 🌊🌴🏖️

Plus points if the entity forces the reader to wear a swimsuit ✨ Have fuuun~

Okay so some little drabbles!

Warnings: Misogyny, Dub-Con, Non-Con, Drugging, Shenanigans

Evan Macmillan/the the Trapper

Beach? Not so great. You in that one piece? Pretty nice. It hides just enough to let the mind wander, but shows so much that he can't help but to throw you to the ground and fuck you then and there.

He thought the sand would be a nuisance, but it did absolutely nothing to detract from how erotic it was to pull your swimsuit aside and immediately fuck you into submission. No amount "P-Please-! Wait- T-Too much!!" would make him heed your cries of mercy.

How do you expect him to resist you? Dressed like that, you're all but SCREAMING for him to impregnate you there and then, for all to see.

Philip Ojomo/the Wraith

You thought you were alone in the changing room when trying on swimsuits. You should have been alone! After trying a particular one on, you froze as cold hands slip underneath the thin fabric of the suit, groping your chest as one slid down lower until it delved between your legs.

A weight shoved you forwards, pinning you in place against the mirror as fabric was pulled to the side and a slick, hard something was slid against you, then into you with enough force to knock the wind from you.

Coming out was... awkward. Cum threatened to gush out of you with every slight movement, and you decided to buy it because... Uh, you didn't want to ruin it. Yeah, that's why...

Danny Johnson/ Ghostface

Alcohol was nice for once. You had almost forgotten the taste... But you left your drink unsupervised for a few seconds. Only a few... More than enough time for Ghostface to slip something in your drink to... loosen you up a bit.

It was almost romantic: the lighting, the quiet, the scenery.... But your limp, ragdoll body is really what made the scene truly erotic. Mumbling under your breath and clumsily pushing at him with weak arms- it's enough to make him cum on the spot.

You wake up hungover. Sore. Slimy... You can't remember anything from last night. Oh shit... You're gonna puke-

Anna/the Huntress

It was fun. Something new. Something exciting... You looked stunning, and though she felt out of place, the way you looked at her set her heart ablaze and made her feel as home as she did in the Red Forest.

The kiss started innocent enough, but it quickly became heated and turned into something far more intimate. The salt water made it easy to stay afloat, and even so Anna wouldn't let you drift off or dip below the surface. Never.

It was a beautiful sunset that evening. All the more with your partner by your side. She brings out the colour in everything around her. Her smile... Truly precious to you. Truly.

@prettycutebunny, @tachankas-whore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow

[rnainframe]

oh yeah i almost forgot

on Thursday it was confirmed, my mom and i have covid

it hasn't been life threatening 🤞✊✊✊(me knocking on wood) but it's fucking SUCKED

here's some stuff to watch out for if you're ever worried your sickness isn't just the sniffles:

sore throat. like, swallowing feels like gulping gravel sore. extremely dry and itchy and dull of phlegm. you're gonna lose your voice at least a little bit. coughing will hurt like hell but you need to get the mucus out

congestion, pressure, itching, pain, etc in your nose. if it isn't running at any given time you're probably getting drainage. savor any moments where you can miraculously breathe through both, let alone one nostril whenever you're laying down

weakness and pain and aches in your muscles and joints. it hasn't been as bad since the first few days, but any kind of pressure or usage on your muscles and joints are gonna make it throb. just sitting back in a chair made it feel like my hips aged several decades and just holding my head up made my neck hurt

chills. really, really bad chills. i felt like my house was below freezing and couldn't stop shaking until i slept directly on top of my heating pad with it cranked all the way up. you don't even have to necessarily be feverish for this to get this bad. get warm and stay warm, because if this happens with the aches it's going to hurt really bad

you might still be able to taste stuff at the cost of it tasting fucking disgusting, especially if you hate or are sensitive to bitterness. unfortunately, you need to stay hydrated Or Else so you're gonna have to either suck it up and drink the nasty water or find a beverage that's flavored strongly enough to be edible without upsetting your stomach. 7-up is my go to sick drink and I've been keeping a two liter on top of the vent by my bed to keep it cold

the need to go into hibernation, i am so much more tired than usual and this is coming from someone with fatigue that makes him wanna sleep all the time as is, and it Sucks because the other symptoms on the list makes sleep impossible unless stifled by heavy medication

obviously this isn't an end all be all thing but. I'm pretty sure what my mom and i have is omicron and here's what we've had in common! mask the fuck up, get your shots, get tested, and avoid people if you feel even a little bit sick just in case - you're contagious pretty much the entire time the virus is in you anymore and it's gonna last an average of ten whole days

the vaccination will not make you immune, but it WILL make you safer! this is my first time getting it and so far it's basically been like getting strep and the flu at the same time

[levi-ish]

Little Talks | 2

Pairing: Bartender!Levi X Reader

Genre: [+18] Slice of life, drama, romance, fluff, smut

A/N: if you find any mistakes, its because most of the times i’m writing i’m wine drunk or high and watching some weird anime.

Warnings: Alcohol, cheating mentions, drugs, cussing

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Masterlist

“Fuck no, I’d rather eat shit and die” you slapped your hand on the counter and Jean let out a high-pitched laugh, bringing up another shot glass and the good tequila they held only for employees, earning a ‘woo’ from you.

“I’m just suggesting” he gave you your own glass and you both downed it at the same time, letting out the weirdest faces from the burning sensation going through your throat. “If he was a good fuck, why not go and have some hate sex?”

“What the fuck, Jean?!” You gave him a frown, pushing the shot glass forward and leaning on top of your arm, looking up to see your bartender getting hammered like you.

You liked those nights when you were one of the last ones remaining in the bar and Jean would drink with you till you both couldn’t remember your own names, and then flirt aimlessly while drinking some shitty margaritas. Sometimes he would let you mix the alcohol, and you would throw ice at each other.

“I’m just saying—” he grabbed the beer bottle beside him and gave it a sip, passing to you next. “—you told me he was an asshole, and hate sex is the best sex. So why not?!”

“He literally cheated on me!” You spat, shoving Jean’s shoulder while gulping down the remaining of the beer. “Fuck, open another one.”

“It’s all going on your tab, Kirstein” said the hoarse voice from the other side of the counter, attracting both of your eyes there.

Levi was cleaning the remaining dishes, drying the glasses as he adjusted his black apron and gave you another one of his expressionless stares. You had noticed he started to linger around since last week when you two shared a drink. He wasn’t that bad, he was actually kinda nice, you had to admit. Even though he had this dark aura, he was good company for your late evenings.

“Yea, yea, Captain Grumpy-Pants” Jean fanned his hand and grabbed another beer from the minifridge, opening it with his teeth.

“Jean!” You drunkenly leaned your upper body on the countertop, cheeks reddening from the newcomer heat you got from the alcohol.

The raven-haired man just rolled his eyes and disappeared into the back, leaving you two alone with your childish giggles and murmurs.

“I swear, the man is like my grandpa” the bartender said, gulping down the beer and passing it to you. “Why he has been taking late night shifts, I wouldn’t know.”

“What do you mean?” You downed your fair share, coughing a bit from the bitter cold taste.

“He would always leave before 10PM, the latest I’ve seen him around was midnight.” Jean burped and you pushed him jokingly. “I’d say he has a crush on you.”

“W-What?”

You felt your heart thump from the inside of your ears, blushing right away — but you would blame it on the alcohol.

“Nah, just fucking with you. The old man wouldn’t sleep with you, you’re nasty” you shoved him again, harder this time and he let out another laugh. “—besides, he has a stick too far up his own ass to get involved with other people.”

Levi came out from the back, now in his casual clothes, wearing a long-sleeved green shirt and black jeans, his apron folded on his arm as he walked to the counter to put away the now clean glasses. You saw him a few times before coming to work, but it would be just for a split second, so you never noticed how his clothes would hug the well-defined muscles. He didn’t seem like the type to be ripped, so you guessed he did a good job in hiding it.

“Hold up” the other bartender held a hand to his stomach, his eyes widening as his expression changed into a pained one. “Yup. Definitely going to puke.”

He rushed to the back, leaving only you and Levi on the counter. The soft country song played in the old jukebox as you laid on the counter once more, watching the shorter man as his hands worked on the clean glasses. You could see the veins that traced back to his arms as his fingers moved quickly, the image now stuck in your mind as you wondered how those palms would feel against your throat, how warm would his breath feel fanning on your face, how…

“You look like shit” he said, startling you to the point you almost fell off the stool. What the fuck?

“You don’t look so good either” you bit back now frowning at him.

Levi grabbed one of the glasses and filled it with tap water, putting it right in front of you. You stared at him, confused as he just let out a ‘tch’ and grabbed a handkerchief to dry his hands.

“Sober up.” He commanded, his tone now lower, making something stir inside your belly.

“I don’t feel like sobering up” you retorted, grabbing the glass anyways. “The night is young.”

“It’s 4AM” he rose a brow, staring at you once more. “The bar closed two hours ago.”

You rolled your eyes, gulping down to the last drop and laid your head between your crossed arms above the counter. “Jean and I are celebrating.”

“What exactly?”

“Another Friday!” You gave him a sloppy smile and let out a yawn, earning a concerned look.

The creaky door from the back room opened suddenly, and a stumbly Jean came into the bar, grogginess all over his face while Levi crossed his arms over his — dare you say, very muscly — chest.

“Well, that went bad” the taller man burped and leaned onto the counter like you were, letting out a defeated groan as he did.

“You’re such a lightweight” you joked, and the man groaned once more.

“Fuck off. I’ve been through a lot.”

Levi turned around suddenly, another disappointed ‘tch’ coming out of his mouth as he signaled the backdoor.

“C’mon. I’m taking you two home.”

You and Jean exchanged a look before bursting into laughter, leaving the poor man confused but not short of apathy on his face.

“Sorry shorty” Jean stood straight and put a finger under his chin, “you’re not my type.”

At that point, Levi was pretty much done with both of you as you laughed thoroughly. He slapped Jean’s shoulder and grabbed his wrist, walking to the other side of the counter and grabbing yours also and dragging your drunken bodies to the back entrance. You and the blonde boy were giggling under your breath, thinking the older man wouldn’t notice at all, and he just pretended not to, too tired to deal with that shit.

“Are we having a threesome?!” Jean tripped on his feet, following the other man as he coughed a bit. “Threesome! Threesome! Threesome!”

“Hey! I don’t wanna fuck Jean!” You threw him a disgusted gaze as you tried to keep your distance.

“You just wanna fuck shorty. He’s boooring.”

You pushed Jean and laughed as he stumbled again, almost falling this time.

Levi rolled his eyes as he dragged you two out of the bar, turning off the lights and locking the door behind you, now letting go of your wrists. You looked around to find the streets empty and the starry sky above you. Everything was quiet, the way you enjoyed your nights, and only two cars were parked, a black BMW and a white sedan you recognized as Jean’s from the times he took you home when you were too drunk. So the other one must’ve belonged to Levi.

“Yo, Y/N, I think it’s not a threesome anymore” Jean leaned in and tried to whisper, but his voice was high enough for Levi to hear “, I’m pretty sure we are getting kidnapped.”

“Shut up, Jean” you rolled eyes at him as you watched the raven-haired man unlock the car and shoved the other one in.

You were standing on his side when he gave you a slight gaze, signaling the inside of the car as you nodded, putting your hand on the top of the door to steady yourself, but as you put one foot inside, your hand slipped, and you were going for a face-in fall.

It was going to be your most disgraceful moment. You had awful times when you fell while drunk — like that one time when you fell from a bridge, diving into the dirty lake near Mikasa’s house and everyone took pictures, making it the icon of your groupchat for months before changing into a picture of Sasha sleeping while hugging a bag of potatoes — but this time, you were going to fall in front of someone you actually fancied, the first person you showed any kind of interest since the fiasco with your ex. It had been almost two months.

A pair of strong hands held your shoulders as your own grabbed the collar of his shirt for stability, holding onto his chest for dear life. You could feel the warmth of his body against your cold fingertips, now daring to look up to find his eyes staring right into your soul. His mouth was slightly parted, just enough for you to fawn over and have a thousand scenarios going through your mind.

Oh, how you wanted him to just cup your face and close the gap…

Wait, what are you thinking?

A loud snore came from the car, bringing your attention to a sleeping Jean who was splayed all over the backseat, a trail of drool falling off his lips as his feet twitched.

Levi straightened you in place, clearing his throat as he offered you one hand.

“Careful” he whispered as you kept on staring, only to shake your head, dropping out of the state of trance you found yourself in.

You looked down as the man helped you inside, not even daring to meet his gaze after that moment, still feeling your cheeks hotter than your pounding heart. Levi’s hands adjusted the seatbelt around your body, and you tried not to think too much about it as you kept looking forward.

“Don’t throw up” he ordered and you groaned, rolling your eyes as he closed the door.

Watching as the man turned around, you waited until he sat inside and started the car, now feeling dizzier than before to just lean your head on the window, watching as the sky slowly turned into orange, signaling the morning was just around the corner. Suddenly, your lids felt heavier than stone and you started to doze off, the sky now turning black as you closed your eyes. Just for a second.

You weren’t aware, but Levi kept his gaze on you from the corner of his eye, feeling too intrusive to stare any longer, but too weak to look away. To the naked eye, it was impossible to see, but the sides of his lips curled upwards in a small — almost inexistent — smile.

[bluezorya]

Eskel, the Knight prt 1.

The man didn’t know what had disturbed his sleep. He woke up tired but the sun was already up, so he got dressed and gathered his belongings. He looked back at the room one last time, not because of the memories, but to make sure he'd left nothing behind.

„Already leaving, Master Witcher?” asked the innkeeper as he saw the man walking up to him.

„Yes,” he replied. He was happy that the locals had made room for him. Most folks hated witchers but he had killed the monsters that had terrorized the village for years. Archespores, nasty things, from a distance they were almost unrecognizable, but when any warmblooded creature came near them they attacked and they were deadly. The witcher had been a bit dizzy for a few days because of the archespores’ poisened thorns, but his elixirs, and a roof above his head had helped a lot.

He put some coins on the table, in front of the innkeeper, then left. A long road lay ahead of him. He was in Zerikkania and he needed to get to Kaer Morhen before the first snow falls and it was a months long journey to Kaedwen.

He had always liked the heat, the hot weather, but he had spent two years in this country and he really missed his brothers and the familiar terrain. He also really wanted to rest, he had travelled to almost every village of Zerikkania and had met some really gruesome, poisionous monsters.

By noon he was already miles away. He was kinda in a hurry – he really didn’t want to be there when the innkeeper figured out that his daugther had spent the night with him. Sometimes he wondered, why people hated them so much, but having sex couldn’t be a reason, could it?

***

The soldiers led her through the village, it had once been full of live but now it was barren, where once houses had stood, only ashes remained. The air was suffocating, filled with the unmistakable scent of burnt flesh, the flesh of innocent men, women, and children. The people she had sworn to protect, the people, who had been her subjects, all of them were dead because she had been unable to protect them. Now she was just a tool, a toy for the Nilfgaardians, a whore, nothing more.

She looked to the side and wished she hadn’t. On the street lay at least twenty small, broken, and burnt bodies. The children probably ran out of the orphanage, just to meet their ends. She stopped for a moment, why, why did Nilfgaard do this? To what end did they attack? It didn’t make any sense. They had never provoked them. Their spies had reported that the Nilfgaardians were on the move but they had never imagined they would advance this far. She heard from the soldiers that they wanted to take the north but to what end? What was it that the emperor seeks?

„Move, whore!” yelled the captain, pulling her chains. She pulled the chain back and in an instant she was on the floor – one of the soldiers hit her. She tasted her blood, she had bit her tongue in the fall.

„Ah, don’t be so mad.” said the captain with a laugh. „We are just teaching you manners. Don’t you think it would be easier for all of us, if you would just let us fuck you?”

„It’s really sad that you can only fuck women in chains,” she replied and felt a poweful grip on her throat. A hand raised her into the air, she couldn’t breathe. Let it end, she prayed. Get on with it. But the captain just laughed and ordered the soldier to let her go.

„Don’t worry, I have something special in mind for you tonight,” he said with a smile that made her skin crawl.

***

He was not far from the next kingdom but the sun was going down, so he had to find shelter for the night. Regardless, that during the day the heat became almost unbearable, the nights could get pretty cold, and fast. He found a shelther and hoped no nasty thing was gonna desire him at night. The last time he had spent the night outside, a scorpion had really wanted to devour him – he had spent the next few days in a really delirious way. Why did every animal and monster have to be poisonous in Zerrikania? He asked himself that every time he entered the country.

By noon he had left the desert behind and the world started to turn green. He smelled ripe fruits, flowers; in the distance laughing kids played. He was happy that the secret passages between the countries were still intact. The next country was days away – but reaching it would mean he'd only have to go upwards to reach Kaer Morhen.

***

Every inch of her hurt badly. It took days until she was able to move again. The new whip marks burned like hell and she had a feeling they had broken some of her ribs, too. She wanted to kill all of them, torture them, flay them alive. She was unable to decide whether to give up or fight until the very end. She wanted to be there for her family. But they were dead. Cintra had fallen, which meant her family was dead also. Queen Calanthe had invited them to a feast and his father had left the country in her hands, to defend it, before they had departed. But she had failed. The gods had turned their face away from her. She had failed them, too. None of them answered her prayers.

She heard the murmurs about a secret passage leading to freedom – that was what the soldiers were talking about. She had a feeling that they wanted to desert, escape through the mountains and disappear forever. She knew, if that was their plan, she only had days left. They wouldn’t carry a whore with them who could easily expose them. She had to escape, or die trying, she was still weak but she was running out of time. She owed it to everyone who had been killed by the Nilfgaardians, to try at least. She needed a plan and fast.

***

Thanks to the uneventful days he reached the mountains in days and despite the news about the Nilfgaardians he hoped the rest of his journey would be this lucky. Especially because the Nilfgaardians had been defeated at Sodden Hill. The rumours said Mages had helped the northern kingdoms to turn the tide. At least they used their magic for something useful, he thought. While Witchers were outcasts, Sorceresses and Sorcerers were royal advisors, meddling in affairs he was taught to avoid. His brother, Geralt, despite the teachings, really loved to meddle in these kind of things, he had heard the newest ballad from some northener in Zerrikania. Geralt apparently broke a Striga curse which had been cast on a princess. And his other brother, Lambert… ah Lambert, he never knew when to shut up. The last time Lambert had been in a court he had almost lost his head. Witchers with short tempers were not a long lived ones. Those two assholes, his closest brothers. The man hoped that they were still alive.

He heard yelling, a woman’s voice echoed through the mountains. He couldn’t make out what she was saying but she sounded mad, even through the echoes. He changed direction and tried to pinpoint the source of the echo.

***

The soldiers just laughed at her, as she yelled her heart out. Her ribs hurt and she ran out of oxygen from time to time, but she always started over. She had to create a diversion while she unchained herself because her chains were heavy and really loud. After 15 minutes the chains were gone and an illusion of the chains was in place. Nobody knew that she was a mage, her parents had taught her how to master her magic, and how to hide it. A princess should not be sent to Aretuza, they had said. This had been hard to explain to the staff after she had set the whole laundry on fire. But with time she had learned to control it. She was really fond of creating illusions, just as much, as she loved to learn how to fight. Even on her worst days she was deadly. She had taken out at least 10 Nilfgaardians before they had been able to take her.

She really didn’t want to leave her blades behind, which were somewhere in the camp, but she was too weak to create a bigger illusion, so she could gather them. She really wished she could take out the captain but she was not even sure that she would manage to flee. The sun was already below the horizon, it was time to move.

***

„… and your small dick, it’s a joke! The Nilfgaardian captain, with the smallest dick I ever seen”

The man finally found the source of the echo. A blondish-redish-haired prisoner in a Nilfgaardian camp. She sat beside a tent within some kind of illusion. The man was too far to see excatly what the illusion was but he could feel it.

The captain walked beside her and spit in her face. She was faster than the captain anticipated, she headbutted him. The soldiers attacked - she was obviously in pain but managed to knock out two of them. But there were too many, at least 13 more.

The man didn’t know why, or when he started to move, but he was only 10 meters from the camp. Then suddenly, a thud. He looked down, the woman was in the grass in front of him – she tumbled down when she ran into him. She stood up quickly and looked behind herself, the soldiers were closing in on her.

„Stop her!” yelled the captain to the man. The man just gazed into the woman’s eyes. One of them was blue and the other was yellow. He still hadn’t moved but the woman had. He heard as his knive slipped out of its sheath. The woman threw it right into the captain’s eye. Dead.

***

As the captain fell, the man beside her pulled out his sword because Nilfgaardiands advanced to attack. He was fast, way too fast to be a simple human. The man cut through the men as if they were only toy soldiers. He moved like an animal, circling around his prey. He was fast, and brutal, but not fast enough.

The woman heard the sound, as the sword cut through her saviours chest. She heard the unmistakable sound of flesh and bones as they were ripped apart. She pulled the knife out of the captain’s eye and threw it again. Only two left. She grabbed her saviour’s sword and defended herself, then returned the attack. Only one. Just one, and she would be free.

„Whore,” he laughed. „I’m gonna mark you, and fuck your dead body, then throw it to the wolves.”

„Try,” she said but the soldier’s laugh quickly turned into a desperate scream, as she melted his flesh from his bones.

She turned to the stranger who had helped her. He was loosing blood rapidly.

„I’m gonna help you, okay?” said the woman with shaking hands.

„My… bag,” he replied powerless. He felt warm, even though everyone said dying was cold. He also felt electricity in the air, maybe a storm was coming? He did not know.

„Whats your name?” asked the woman. She wanted to know, she was not sure why – to try to help him calm down, or so she would be able to carve it into his tombstone.

„.. Eskel” he said, then lost consciousness.

[couchpotatoaniki]

One Year ❣︎ Seven: Never Ask Friends for Help

Chapter Summary: As San expected, he caught a cold after your little prance through the storm in Hallim Park the previous day. Luckily, you're fine, which gives you the wonderful opportunity to look after him and the even more wonderful opportunity to let your chaotic nature shine.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, (this chapter is pure fluff and crack) Word count: 3.2k+ A 365 Days parody

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Speech without either means they’re talking in English

Silence filled your room when you woke up the next morning. It was strange, since San had said he would be waking you up, and there you were, still lying in bed by the time noon rolled around.

It wasn’t as if you were waiting for him to come and get you, but you just wanted to take advantage of the time in such a warm blanket. Yeosang often joked about how you became a cold-blooded reptile whenever you felt sleepy, body temperature dropping and your tongue sharp like that of a snake.

Basically, it was his long-winded way of calling you a cranky, heat-stealing bitch.

Not that you minded at all, since Yeosang was a cranky bitch himself when sleepy.

But then half an hour passed, and there was still no sign of San. Throwing the blanket off your form, you slipped on a pair of slippers and got ready for the day, finding him becoming the very next thing on your agenda.

And the state you found him in was certainly laughable--to you anyway.

“Did you seriously get sick after a little storm?” you chuckled, eyes taking in San wrapped in the covers as if he was a baby, sniffling every few seconds.

“Oh, shut it,” he glared at you, speaking with a nasally voice.

You took a step into his room, one looking fairly similar to yours, with little pictures or much personalisation in general. Must not have stayed here often then, or had many memories he wanted to keep.

That thought... it made you feel a little sad.

Once you reached the edge of his bed, you sat down beside him, noticing just how sickly-looking he was. Skin paler, hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, flush cheeks and nose, uneven breathing, soft whimpering.

Your smile faded slightly. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since last night,” he coughed, brushing away your hand as you reached out to check his temperature. “Don’t touch me, I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.”

Clicked your tongue at his response and did so anyway. “Holy shit, you’re burning up. More than you should be. Has anyone seen to you yet?” Instantly, you brushed the hair from his eyes, simultaneously wiping away the sweat. Was pretty gross, but you didn’t mind at all.

San relaxed under your gentle touch, finding it cool and soothing against his muddled senses. “N-No. I texted Hongjoong to tell everyone to leave me alone. Clearly didn’t do a good enough job if you’re here.”

Lightly hitting his chest over the blanket, you scoffed. “You’re happy I’m here, don’t lie.”

Grinning, he sighed. “Can’t hide anything from you, now can I, Hun?”

“Nope,” you huffed as you got up. “Now, I’m going to prepare something for you to eat since you probably haven’t had anything since yesterday.” On cue, his stomach grumbled painfully loudly, making the man visibly cringe as he was about to decline your offer so you would stay with him for a little bit longer. “Looks like Mister Tummy’s already answered for you.”

“Mister Tummy doesn’t know shit.”

“Mister Tummy knows more shit than you do. In fact, it processes all of your shit for you.”

“Gross.”

“I know. Mister Tummy’s gross. But full of wisdom.”

“You know what, just go. Leave me be for a bit.”

Evil chuckling reached his ears. “Now that you’ve said it, I’ll just be here to annoy you as much as I can. But before we do that, keep yourself bundled up and make sure you’re sweating buckets. It’s the most effective way to break a nasty fever like that.” You began wrapping him up in the thick blanket like he was a burrito.

With that, you left for the kitchen, calling Seonghwa’s number. As the ringing continued, you looked around, noticing how there were few guards and servants around the place. Not even Wooyoung, Jongho, or Hongjoong could be seen in your trek to make food.

“What do you want, troll?”

“You’ve got to stop calling me that. Whatever happened to ‘hello’? Too mainstream for you?”

“...Hello, troll. What do you want?”

Narrowing your eyes ahead of you, smirk pressing against your lips, you tried to look around for the chef. Not there either. “Much better. Now, can you give me a recipe for that soup with ‘magical healing properties’ you used to give me?”

“Bone broth?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m on adventure to nurse a sociopathic cuddle-demon back to health, now are you going to give me the recipe or am I going to get Yunho to drag it out of you? Because I know very well that he will.”

Seonghwa’s sigh was loud enough to be audible through the phone.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Just text me the recipe, thank you, love you, byeeeeee.” Immediately ended the call, looking in all the cupboards, the pantry, the fridge, and the freezer. This place was stocked to the brim.

Shortly after, your phone began buzzing, Seonghwa requesting to video call you. Swiping the green button, you were met with a (slightly laggy) picture of Seonghwa’s chin, hearing him yell off screen. “--UNHO. MINGI. I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU BETTER PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP BOTH YOUR ASSES.”

You could make out the response, “Hehe, kinky.” Most likely Mingi from the very nature of the comment.

“What do you want, troll?” you echoed his words back to him, catching his attention--the other boys most likely long gone into the depth of the house.

“Well, well, well, how the tables have turned,” he smirked, moving the camera so you could see him better.

“It’s ‘how the turntables’.”

He looked at you with an unimpressed expression, not pleased with your Office reference, and carried on to ignore it. “So there is no way in hell I’m sending you the recipe through text, since people can easily hack that--”

“And by people, you mean--”

“Yeosang, yes, who else? Little rat bastard keeps trying to steal my recipes.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”

“As if he hasn’t heard it already about a million times.”

You chuckled in response, knowing how true it was. “Fair enough. Now spill your secrets and bless me with the ability to cook.”

One word to describe the last hour of your life would be... Well, you couldn’t really think of a word. It was purely of Seonghwa screaming over the phone and you screaming back. And panicking. Both of you definitely panicked.

But all in all, the bone broth was made and tasted fairly decent--a worry you had after fucking up so many times in making a simple recipe.

With a pale and dreary look upon his face, Seonghwa looked at you through the phone, narrowing his eyes on you pouring some of the hot mixture in to a bowl. “You’re actually gonna feed him that? Sure you’re trying to nurse him, or was this a master plan to kill him after that ordeal? Because if it’s the latter, then there were much easier ways of doing so.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, whispering prayers in your head that it would actually help San’s fever. “And goodbye.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Is that it? You’re gonna use me and then lea--”

You hand pulled away from the phone screen, after having pressed the red button. Chuckled to yourself with your comedic timing, completely forgetting the earful you’d get of the elder the next time you call him.

Gathering a tray, you placed the bowl of bone broth on top of it, as well as a packet of painkillers, a glass of water, and some turmeric tea; why San has it, you have no idea, since he seems to be a hot coffee-kind of person.

Would’ve added a flower, because you felt like being extra, but that would seem more like a romantic thing than a... well, whatever the hell you two were right now.

This situation wasn’t exactly common enough for it to be given a name.

Wafting away the thought, you grabbed the tray and walked quickly to the mobster’s bedroom. Didn’t need to worry about any spillage since you’ve had years of practice being quick and precise with movement.

Holding one hand beneath the tray (feeling a little heavy, but again, you’ve had practice), you used the other to open the door, finding San still swaddled in his blanket, sweating like a pig.

“Y/N...” he whimpered, an eye opening at the sound of you entering. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state was different to how he usually was--and you weren’t sure if you liked it.

“I’m right here, San,” you replied in a soft tone, brushing back his hair once more as soon as you placed the tray on the bedside-table beside you. “Brought you some food too. Can you sit up for me?”

Letting out soft whines, he tried to lift his body up, but was too weak and too caged in to get his back even a centimetre off the mattress. You saw the issue, and pulled the covers apart slightly so he could move a little more, both hands pulling gently at his shoulders so he could sit up properly.

Never had you seen someone this unwell from a simple fever. Sure, you’ve felt like shit before, but San’s condition was a little worrying. “Is there some private doctor I can call?”

“What,” he huffed, a smile etching onto his face as he looked into your eyes, “makes you think I have a private doctor?”

“Oh, I dunno, you’re a rich asshole?”

Chuckling, he let his head flop to the side, neck suddenly too weak to hold it up properly. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Annoying, but funny, but sarcastic, but beautiful.”

“Okay, do you wanna continue with that word vomit or are you gonna eat?” You cocked your brow, head tilting to match his posture. “Also, you’re not gonna flatter me by calling me beautiful. That shit doesn’t work on me anymore.”

It had slightly upset San knowing that you had said ‘anymore’--upset him knowing that there were others complimenting what his. But he couldn’t blame them. You really were beautiful in his eyes, even if he hadn’t thought so when he initially laid eyes on you.

“Don’t wanna eat.”

Sighing, you fixed yourself and picked up the bowl, mixing it as you blew to cool it down a little. “You’re not well, you gotta.”

He looked at you with big wide eyes and a small pout--and you couldn’t help but think it was a little cute. “Don’t wanna... unless you feed me?”

Okay, maybe it was a little less cute.

You exhaled, still stirring. “If I do, then you’ll have it all?” He put his hand over his heart, nodding with a sincere look on his face. “Fine then.” You lifted a spoon full of the bone broth to his lips, which he look into his mouth promptly--eyes glued to yours as he did so.

San hummed earnestly. “It’s...actually pretty good.”

Eye twitching, you lightly pushed him. “Why? Did you expect it to be shit?”

“I mean, I heard faint screaming and what I assume was swearing, which could have only come from you because I let everyone have a day off for today. So, yes, forgive my assumption that it would murder me,” he chuckled, opening his mouth once more, in which you carefully put more broth in.

“Be happy that I’m doing this much for you.”

“Because you feel guilty for getting me ill?” 

“No, it was your fault for not taking a hot shower when we came back, like I told you to--and your immune system for being so shit.”

“Okay, first of all, I can’t help it if my immune system wants to act out. I usually don’t get this ill.” You sent him a ludicrous look, continuing to feed him. “What? I really don’t!”

“Tell that to the rain.”

“I-- nevermind. But the second thing is that I offered to take a shower, but you said no!”

“That’s because you wanted to shower with me. No way in hell I was gonna let that happen!”

“You have the shower room for it!”

″Yeah, and I've already passed on my grievances to you yesterday about that hell-room!”

“Well, at least with me with you, you don’t have to worry about--what did you call it? Oh yeah--’Casper the fuckin’ Perverted Ghost’.”

“I’d take a ghost over you any day.”

“You won’t be saying that in a year.”

“Bold of you to assume that I won’t be choosing Casper over you. After all, I’ll be spending time with him as well.”

San scoffed, slightly amused but annoyed at the same time. “Are you actually trying to get me jealous of something that doesn’t exist?”

“Who said Casper doesn’t exist?”

“‘Cause ghosts don’t exist.”

“Tell that to Casper. You’ll find him in my shower room.”

Amidst the conversation, neither of you had noticed how the bowl and cup was now empty, their contents now residing in San’s stomach. But when you did, you got up--ready to walk to the kitchen and put everything away--until his very warm hands wrapped around your elbow gently.

“Please don’t go. You can put all that stuff away later. Just... stay with me.”

Sighing, you decided to listen to him for once an put the tray down before tightening the covers around him again--making him whine. “Noooooo, I wanna hold you.”

“What happened to not wanting me to get sick?”

“I’m ill, stop taking my muddled brain so seriously.”

Your brow cocked up, amused while you looked over his flushed face. “So you’d be willing get me sick too?”

Another pout formed on his face. “Of course not,” he mumbled. “You know what, you’re right. You can go.”

He avoided looking at you, instead fixing his saddened gaze at the window. Your natural scepticism told you that he was just faking it, only putting on an act to get your attention and affection. Yet, for the first time in a while, doubt began to seep in.

Maybe... maybe you could give in. Just this once.

Sighing, you slipped off your slippers and lay down beside him, an arm and leg wrapping around his body to bring him closer to you. A stronger tint of red covered his face as he looked at you, flabbergasted, as he tried to wriggle out of your touch. “What are you doing, you’ll get sick--”

“My immune system is much stronger than yours, I’ll live. Besides, you look cosy,” you muttered, nestling your face into the soft blanket. Even his blanket smelled like a garden in the rain, despite the amount of sweat that’s probably seeped into it.

Truly, he did, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to hug the human burrito.

San had, instead, found you cute, cheek squished against the fabric surrounding him. Let his mind wonder to the image of you pressed against him--without the covers coming between you two.

Again.

Would you look this peaceful, sleeping on his chest, on a regular day--he thought.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you gonna get some rest?” San could feel your voice vibrating through the covers despite the thickness of it.

“Hard not to stare at you, ya know?” he relaxed himself, despite feeling like he was baking beneath the blanket, and let his head rest on the pillow, cheek pressed against your forehead.

“Goddamn, you’re hot. Did you take any medicine while I was cooking?”

“Oh, Hun, there’s no cure for sexiness,” he coughed, a smirk pulling at his lips from the joke he made.

Another sigh was pulled from your throat as you got up to look for any painkillers he could take. Sane began to whine once more, rolling over since he could barely had enough energy to move with his arms when he was this tired--a full belly of warm broth and tea not helping what so ever.

“No--wait. Come back...”

“You need painkillers.”

With a straight face, he stared deep into your eyes, slightly glossy and sparkling under the dim sunlight coming into the room. “But you’re my painkiller.”

“Yeah, I’m going to get you some meds,” you deadpanned, scooping up the tray to leave the grown-ass mafia boss whining and rolling around, throwing a tantrum.

After some hard thinking and remembering that Wooyoung had given you his number, you called him up as you stood in the doorway, looking at San’s calm state of sleeping.

“My dear sister,” you heard a voice finally say over the phone, “what requires my assistance?”

“...Wooyoung?”

“Yes, dear sister?”

“What in the world has possessed you call me your ‘dear sister’?”

“Because you’re gonna be my friend’s wife some day, so I need to get used to seeing you as my sister-from-another-mister.”

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you decided to not comment on his outlandish claims. “San’s not feeling well.”

“Is that why he sent us all away?” he laughed, somehow finding this situation amusing--since this is what his best friend tends to do; finds his weakened state as vulnerability, and if there was one thing San hated, it was feeling vulnerable.

But if he truly hated that, then why pursue this why you--when he know that it would force him to bring his guard down?

“I think so. No one was here when I came out of my room. Not the cooks or the maids or even the guards,” you said, taking another gander as if there might be someone roaming the halls to disprove your statement.

There wasn’t.

“Okay then. You want me to give you our private doctor’s number?”

Chuckling to yourself because you knew you were right (immediately confusing Wooyoung), you hummed, “yeah, that would be great.”

“O-Okay. Lemme text it to you. But do you need anything else? I know from experience San can get a little clingy when he’s not in his right mind,” he said, a boisterous giggle passing his lips.

“Nah, it’s fine.” You let your gaze brush over your captor’s figure. “Just send me the number and I’ll take it from there.”

“Okie dokie then, dear sister. I’ll leave you to deal with that enigma.”

“Alright, Wooyoung. See you tomorrow?”

“Call me ‘dear brother’, then maybe I’ll hang u--”

You shoved your phone into your back pocket after ending the call, thinking that it would take him a few minutes. Proving you wrong, the phone buzzes to life within the next ten seconds, Wooyoung sending you a couple of messages.

Wooyoung: Well that was a rude Wooyoung: No matter, I still love ya, dear sister Wooyoung: Probs should clarify that it’s platonic in case San sees it and gets all jelly Wooyoung: Anyway, here’s the number Wooyoung: XXXXXXXXXX

Y/N: Thanks, bro

Wooyoung: 🥺🥺 You called me ‘bro’

Smiling a little, you called the number--which had indeed taken you to a doctor’s clinic. After hearing of his exact temperature and other symptoms, the woman over the phone had concluded that it was as you first suspected--the common cold.

She told you to keep giving him painkillers and he should be fine within the week. Ending the call with a polite ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’, you left to get San more broth and medication, and hopefully you’d lay down with him again.

Which is exactly what you did for the rest of the day, opting to stay with him for the night too in order to make sure he really was okay. Thankfully, the worst of his fever had passed by the time morning came around and he was feeling much better.

You, however, were exhausted after looking after him, deep in your slumber as you shifted closer to San, who had broken free of his blanket prison and wrapped it around the two of you. The sunlight peeking through the window paled in comparison to the faint smile of glee San had adorned when he saw you.

Cheeked pressed up against his shoulder, and arm and a leg draped over his body like a koala clinging to a tree.

Just like he had thought the day before.

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