#or i do feel hungry but its hours later than i should and i tell myself ill eat at the next meal time and then ill be sitting there

[sturnioloarchive]

"𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺" 𝑴.𝑺 :

❥ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒇, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

❥ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒗, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 + 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒇, 𝒋𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈(?), 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚/𝒏, 𝒊𝒅𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 :3

❥ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 : 𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒋𝒇 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆-𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻

You and Matt have been dating for almost 5 months, the most far you two had gone, was making out and grinding into each other, never anything else

You are staying over Matt's, of course he doesn't live alone, his brothers and he live together. But they don't mind your presence, so youre generally staying at theirs

The three of them were done with filming a video for their YouTube channel, it was night and while they were out filming you decided to take a shower then made them something to eat, almost 2 hours later Matt and his brothers got back, you were sitting in the couch, in the living room.

Matt immediately came to you "Hi" he said smiling

"Hi to you too" you answered shyly "I made you guys something to eat by the way.."

"You didn't had to baby, but thank you" he leaned in, to kiss you in the forehead

"Yeah y/n/n thank you" Nick and Chris said at the same time

"Chris let's eat" Nick said, both of them leading into the kitchen.

"Matt go eat" you said, smiling up at your boyfriend

"We actually ate, but they are hungry again..not me tho"

"You sure babe?"

"Yes my love" he replied honestly "do you wanna come upstairs, I need to take a shower then we can watch a movie or something?" He asked you

"Oh sure, alright." You nodded slightly, with a smile.

"Come on-" he took your hand, and you stood up from the couch. "Let's go" he continued, leading you to his room.

After you two got to his room, he closed the door behind him, and starting to pick up some pajamas "you can choose a movie if you want baby" Matt said, while coming to you so he can kiss you quickly..

"Okay" you nodded, after he got in the bathroom, and after you heard the water turning on. You started wondering if you should choose a movie or stick with your plan

You're 19 and still virgin, its not embarrassing for you but you wanted to finally do it, with your boyfriend. You trust him more than anyone else.

After 20 minutes of wondering, you decided that you want to do it, of course only if he wants to. You'll not force him if he's not in the mood for it.

After 10 more minutes you heard the shower turning off, moments later Matt came inside the room. Only in a pair of shorts, his hair still wet

"Hi baby..did you choose or?"

"No Matt..I uh-i don't know how to tell you but-"

"Did I do something? If I did I'm so sorr-" asked worried

"No-no matt! You haven't done anything baby..I-"

"Spit it out angel" he demanded you.

"You-you know I'm a..I'm a virgin" you said, blushing feeling embarrassed now "if you're in the mood, I want you..to take my virginity.." you continued, fidgeting with your fingers and not daring to look up at Matt

"Are you sure sweet girl?" He asked you, coming closer to you, and sitting on the bed. "You really want me to?"

"Yeah Matty..but only if you want-" you said looking up at him quickly

"Of course I want to, I want to make you feel good." He said quietly but his voice full of lust.

"Well..uh, when and how should we s-start?" You said, breathing shakily

"Take off your shirt and lay down." You did as he told you to, taking off your shirt and laying down on his bed.

"N-now?" You asked curiously.

"Shh, let me lead now..is it okay if I took these off?-" he pulled the waistband of your shorts "hm pretty?" He continued

"Y-yeah, please do." You nodded, faster than you intended to, which Matt chuckled at.

He started pulling down your shorts, you lifted up your hips to help him, after he was done he tossed them on the floor. Leaning down between your thighs, hooking his arms between your plush thighs and spreading your legs, he looked up at you for permission

You nodded at that, whispering an "yes"

After your answer, he looked at your covered pussy, he kissed your clit through your lace panties, you shuddered at the feeling. And then he suddenly ripped them out and throwing them behind him, and on the floor.

"Can I continue baby hm?" You nodded at that "Please matt.."

He leaned down to your now fully exposed cunt, he runned his middle finger through your embarrassingly wet folds

"So wet, that all for me hmm?" He asked teasingly

"A-all for you Matty.." He chuckled at that, and suddenly licked a stripe from down to your hole and up to your clit, you moaned out from that. Which made Matt to pull back

"Shh pretty, after all Chris and Nick are still here. Yeah?" You nodded at that, putting your hand over your mouth

"Good fucking girl" he groaned close to your pussy, and started licking again, you whimpered

Your mouth still covered by your hand, you suddenly let out a cry when he sucked on your clit, out of the blue.

"M-matt!!" You moaned out, which made Matt to pull back and slap your clit "be quite..for now"

You whined slightly at this action, Matt started suckling on your clit hard which made you cry out, but you quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

You felt the mattress below you, starting to move, you looked down. And saw Matt humping the mattress

Eating you out gave him more pleasure, than it did to you, he then moved his tongue to your hole. Pushing it inside and starting to tongue fuck you

You tried not to moan loudly, for the sake of his brothers, you felt your stomach tightening and you know what it was

After all you did touched yourself, "M-matt! I'm gonna-" you whimpered, which made him to pull his tongue out and lick over your slick slit

And he started shaking his head, the action making you moan out, "Matt! Oh fu-" you suddenly came, hard. But he continued

You whined from the stimulation

"Sens-sensetive matt..no more" you whimpered

He pulled back, looking up at you from between your thighs, the sight making you blush hardly

"Too sensitive huh?" He asked, his voice slightly raspy.

"Uhhuh" you nodded

He licked his lips, and went over you. Grabbing you by your face, and kissing you

You moaned at the taste of your juices from his mouth

He pulled away slightly and whispered

"Open" he demanded, and you opened your mouth

Then he spat on your tongue, you made a sound at that

"Swallow" you obeyed, swallowing his saliva.

"Good girl, baby, you're so good to me." He smiled at you

You felt your heart going warm at his praises

"I-im ready.." You said, blushing.

"Good baby, don't worry I'll go slow" he said, then kicking his pants and boxers away

He grabbed you by your cheeks, kissing you hungrily.

You whimpered into his mouth

"I'll push now, okay? I'll go nice and slow baby, I promise you." He calmed you down

And you nodded "please Matty.. I need to feel you"

"You will angel, don't worry" he said, then he grabbed his dick, he didn't needed to jerk of so he can get fully hard

He was already, painfully hard. He started rubbing his dick up and down to your slit

You whined from the feeling

"Pl-please matt!" You begged him

"Shh, I said nice and slow y/n, don't be a needy slut."

The way he degraded and praised you at the same time, made you feel tingly.

He continued rubbing his dick up and down, collecting your wetness and slick cum from your previous climax, after he made sure you were wet enough from his pre-cum and your juices

He looked at you "I'll push now."

"Please.." You nodded

He looked down, and spread your legs further. Pushing inside of you slowly

You whined from the stretch, he then pushed in his whole tip at once, which made you close your eyes and hiss

"You good baby?" He asked you, slightly worried.

"Y-yeah..keep going please"

He waited a little bit, then started pushing his whole dick inside. After he finally bottomed out be groaned at you tightness

"F-fuck, so tight and warm baby" he moaned slightly

"Oh M-matt" you whined from the feeling

He waited for five seconds then pulled out, but his tip still inside of you.

He looked down, watching the blood from your broken hymen coating his shaft. He groaned at the sight

"Pl-please move Matt!" You whined out, needing to feel his dick inside you

"Greedy whore" he spanked your ass slightly

Then he started to push inside of your gummy walls, once again, this time harsher.

"Oh g-god" you moaned softly, closing your eyes

"Eyes open bitch" he grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing so he can push your cheeks together

You opened your eyes, looking at his blue ones, now almost completely black from the lust

He sucked in his cheeks slightly, as to collect saliva

Then he suddenly spat on your face

The action making you whimper

"Good girl baby" he praised you after his "dirty" action

He started snapping his hips faster into yours

"Can you take it, if I move faster huh?" He asked you

"Y-yeah, please move" you looked at him, eyes glossy from the tears from pleasure

"Good" he then started pushing in and out harder and faster, only his tip inside of you.

He grabbed your plush thighs, pushing your legs to your ears.

He fucked his hard dick into your slick walls with an almost, animalistic force now

"Ma-nghh Matt!" The sounds you let out were so unholy, at thus point you didn't tried to stay quiet

"Such a slut, screaming like a whore while my brothers are here huh? Gonna make Chris jealous baby"

You whined at that, now trying to stay quiet.

"Bet you want him too huh? The way he looks at you, he. wants. you." The last three words were said while he was thrusting into your tight cunt

"N-no matt" you shaked your head

"No? You sure"

"I do-dont want him" you struggled to talk, his dick making you dumb and cock drunk

"Who makes you feel good? Is it Chris?" He asked while snapping his hips into yours roughly

"Y-you! Not fuck-not Chris!!" You said, a little too loud, you wouldn't be surprised if his brothers heard you.

"That's right baby, me, only me!" His thrusts getting sloppy, which means he's close

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth open with your tongue out, Matt enjoyed your fucked-out expression.

"C-nghhh cumming!" You moaned out loudly

"Go on, cream on my cock," and you did, your warm juices gushing out of you and into his cock and on the ruined bed sheets.

"Fuck! That's right baby, good girl, gonna cum deep into you"

You panted like a dog in heat, nodding your head.

"Gonna give you my baby, you will take my cum like a good little whore, right?"

"Y-yess matt please!" You whimpered, too sensitive and fucked out to think of the consequences

"F-fuck I'm cumming baby" Matt groaned, thrusting into you five more times before filling you up, with his warm cum.

You moaned out from the feeling, never felt this, it made you tingly.

He stayed inside a few minutes, before pulling out slowly, you and him both, whimpered when he did it.

"Are you okay babe?" Matt asked you, standing up going to the bathroom to take a wet wash cloth, cleaning himself and then coming to clean you up.

Your hips jerked when he started cleaning you

"Sensitive baby?" He teased you

"Mhm" you nodded, not being able to say something.

After he was done cleaning you, he dressed you with new pair of panties and some shorts of his

After you were done, he dressed himself too, still shirtless.

"Wanna sleep" you whispered

"Okay baby, we will." He chuckled slightly

༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻

GUYS, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SORRY IF ITS BAD, ALSO SORRY IF ITS TOO DISGUSTING LOL. 🤍❕

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #female reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x fem reader #matt sturniolo smut

[bi-writes]

you get into big trouble, and you must pay the price. but bunnies should be terrified, and you are not.

mercenary!ghost x fem!reader (part 3/?)

notes about reader: she's curvy !!!! and she knows it.

cw: this is not a healthy relationship (you're both fucking insane), mature language and content, suggestive language and content, dark!ghost, mean!ghost, toxic!ghost, possessive + protective!ghost, kissing through the mask, mentions/depictions of violence + gore, innocence kink, corruption kink, size kink (reader is described as much smaller than ghost, can be easily manhandled by him), ghost is bIG, mentions of ghost's canon trauma, mw3 spoilers, fem!receiving touching + a little oral (18+), unprotected piv

his phone pings. he turns it over, narrowing his eyes at the text on the screen.

🐰: made some cookies. come over?

he runs his tongue over his teeth, clicking it lowly before leaning back in his chair. his ass hurts; he's been sitting here for hours, watching a dark window do nothing for hours.

💀: Working.

🐰: i have a surprise for you !!!

💀: Later.

for a moment, he thinks he should be nicer. give his puppy a bone. tell her he misses the taste of her pretty pussy, that he can still smell her on the mask he hasn't washed. and this is true, he knows it; he aches to go back to where she lives. he wants to see her again. put his dirty, gloved fingers into her mouth and watch her cry, soak her soft panties again, steal them, watch her cry harder when he finally gives her what she wants.

the most horrifying part is that he wants it. he wants to feel the warmth of her body. he wants to see her wide hips stutter, her pretty thighs open. he thinks about bending her over and kneeling down behind her, spreading the meat of her ass so he can watch her come undone against the velvet cushions of her couch.

you're so fucking pretty. and you're everywhere. when he grips the metal of his rifle, he thinks about how hard he was when he ate your cunt--fucking solid, balls so heavy and tight that he thinks he came for a full minute when he finally touched himself that night. when the sight of that rifle finds its target, he thinks about the way your pupils dilated when you came, the way your eyes rolled back into your head and the little sounds you made when he drank up the essence of you. when he swings his knife and plunges it into a soft neck, he thinks about your smile, the teeth you bared, the ones he wants to slide his tongue over when he kisses you again.

he had kissed you. kissed someone. the thought alone would normally make him vomit. to think of another person seeing his face, it bothered him, would usually make him feel sick--disgusted. his face wasn't meant for anyone to see, not even just half of it, and yet--he let you touch him.

and it didn't burn.

he remembers when he had taken a hand once for it. feeling someone's touch on his face, feeling scarred all over again by it, and taking flesh as their penance.

it was only fair.

there is something wrong with him. he should've killed you for it. your hand on his jaw, your lips on his, he should've killed you for touching him--and yet here he is, in another lonely room, staring at his target, thinking about how he can get your hands on him again. how he might coax you into kissing him just one more time.

he doesn't want to make it a habit. but he does want it to happen again. and it is enough that he knows he shouldn't see you again, but he will, because he's selfish. because he's hungry. because there is place inside of him, one that he thought was hollow and untreatable, that is just that much satiated whenever he is with you.

when he closes his eyes, he sees what haunts him. it isn't the memories of torture. he doesn't feel the wood of a coffin he once laid in. he doesn't feel the sting of pain when they carved layers into his face, he doesn't feel the holes they left along his chest when they rooted out pieces of him. he doesn't feel what he felt when they popped his fingernails off one by one.

no, he feels the ghost of someone's touch. he feels the rough callouses of skilled hands. he thinks of the bruised knuckles that used to scrape over the ridges of his uneven skin, and he thinks of the eyes that used to look at him as if he wasn't this mangled, forgotten thing.

he thinks of those eyes, and how blue they used to be. he thinks of what they looked like with that brightness in them, how they used to move, so fluid and easy. and he thinks of what they looked like with nothing in them. he thinks of them when they reflected nothing but the dull light over his head, and he thinks of the scream he let out when he was alone, when he still had his blood on his gloves.

ghost never begs. he doesn't beg, he never has, but he thinks he did that night. he thinks he begged, to who, to no one maybe, but he begged anyway, but it doesn't matter.

no one answered, and he knows there is a place inside of him so fucking hollow, that nothing will fill it again. a hole that only seems to be dug deeper and deeper with each thing he loses.

he never looked back when he left. he didn't say a word. he didn't even take his belongings, he just left. and the only thing he still carries with him from his past life is how good he is at killing and the extra dog tags that hang around his neck.

ghost isn't real. there is nothing about him that is redeemable, nothing about him that is good enough to love, and that is why he just doesn't care. and when he stopped caring, the nightmares went away. when he stopped wondering where they were, what they were seeing, if they would be disappointed in him, he no longer saw their faces in his dreams, watching them fade to black as the soft images turned into violent ones.

when he stopped being human, they left him, and he is so grateful for it. and that is why you were going to be a problem.

because he wants. he desires. he tastes, and he hungers, and you are sweet, and he wants to have you, and it isn't right. he knows this. he knows what it is he needs to do, but he won't do it--and there is a voice in his head that begs, from a far away place, for him to let you go.

but while he might not be human any longer, he is still a man, and men are weak.

as a man, he cannot close his eyes and forget your pretty face. he cannot stop thinking about your warm thighs, the softness of you, the unscarred skin that you wear. you wear your body as it is yours, and not like it holds you back, not like his does. your belly is full, and your heart is good, and you are warm. you aren't made of something else, you are real, and his blood runs so cold, he can't help but itch to feel you again.

there is something about you that makes that place inside of him feel like it isn't there, even for just a moment. and those moments remind him of someone else, of something else, something he once had that made him sick to think about having again.

the last time he had this, it killed him. the last time he found himself here, he didn't realize it had happened until it was too late--he was buried, deep, and there was no escaping a shallow grave this time because he thinks he loved the one that put him there. the last time he thought this way, he felt not himself, not enough, but it had been everything his life had been without, so he stayed, and he let it happen, and he didn't push him away, and now look at me--look at what I've done, look at what I've become--

men are weak. and men are lonely. and it was only a matter of time before ghost found himself there again, on his knees for something else. something soft and sweet and real, something that loves unconditionally and begs for attention and is never satiated until he looks at them and gives them what they need.

he doesn't know what he will become after you. he doesn't know what it will make of him. he knows you will go before him--he knows you will die before he does, because he isn't capable of dying, and even though he knows this as a fact, he wants to die again. but he won't try, because it won't work, even if he takes the blade strapped to his side and shoves it right through his heart.

he doesn't have one. he doesn't know what such a wound would even do. and he doesn't wish to see what color his blood will run if he does it, anyways.

you don't like the distance he keeps you at. it isn't fair. you do everything he asks--you go where he goes, you let him come and go whenever he wants, you spread your legs for him and let him have his fill, and you don't complain when he leaves even though your mouth waters thinking about getting your mouth on him and hearing him bask in his own pleasure for even a moment.

he gives and he takes, but he lets you do neither, and you want more. you know he isn't capable of more, you know he doesn't want more, but you want it, and he needs it. he needs you, despite what he says, despite how he acts, and you will give him what he needs.

you see it in his eyes. the things that aren't there, the things you think he once had but doesn't have anymore. sometimes he talks like you aren't there, and he mentions someone else.

another person. someone he used to know. someone he used to love, you think, but he isn't capable of love anymore, so you often wonder what they did to him to make him this way.

aloof. detached. so entirely fucked, he cannot make connections or hold the ones he has or let himself have what he needs. they have done something to him, and he wears the aftermath of it so clearly.

"he woulda liked you," he says sometimes.

"woulda loved the taste of y'r cunt," he murmurs once.

but they are gone. and you are not. and you know that there is something here. otherwise, he would never come back. he would not want to see you again. maybe he would have even killed you, but he hasn't, and he eats pussy like he loves you, so you decide you won't leave him alone. you won't let him go. this isn't fair, and you will get what it is you want--and give him what it is he needs.

you see him in the pub that you met in. he sits at the far corner of the bar, tucked in the dark against the wall, and he swirls a glass of bourbon in front of him. he wears a rain jacket over his dark hoodie, and you light up when you catch sight of him.

you wear something nice for him. a short skirt, a cotton shirt tucked into it, a cropped jacket over top, and your boots make you feel tall, but you know it won't matter--you'll never be taller or bigger than that large, hulking man you have your eyes fixated on.

but when he sees you, he doesn't react the way you expect. he doesn't sit up, doesn't get off his seat to come get you, he doesn't move at all. his eyes run over you, and then they move back down to his drink.

like he doesn't know what you taste like between your legs. like he doesn't know you at all.

your smile fades. you clutch your purse now in clammy hands, and you walk shakily to the bar and sit, swallowing hard as you try and hold in the shaky breath in your throat. your chest hurts a little; your heart has fallen into your stomach, and you shift on the bar stool, fidgety and uncertain.

you had been so happy to see him. you had been so excited to come here. you hadn't seen him in weeks--but the sparse texts he had sent you were enough to keep you hanging onto your phone whenever it made a sound, as if one of those notifications might be him, throwing you just enough attention to keep you on your toes, desperate.

your lip trembles a little as the bartender comes to take your order. you ask for a shot and a chaser, and you tell him to make it a double. you want to be drunk, and you want to be drunk quickly.

you tip the drink back, swallowing it down. it burns, holds a fire in your chest, and you chase it with a seltzer, swallowing down the contents of both until you slam the can back on the counter, hiccuping.

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and when you realize ghost is still not looking at you, you're drunk enough to test his limits.

there's a group of boys down on the other side of the counter. they're playing darts, and they're drinking, and you slip off the barstool with a little step before making your way over cautiously. you pull your shirt down, show off the swell of your tits, and you ask them if they'll teach you to throw darts.

they practically cheer with delight. you hear one of them drool over your ass in that skirt, you hear another whine about looking down your shirt and at the peek of the lace bra you wear, and you shiver when you realize all you ever wanted was attention.

someone to tell you that you're pretty. that you make them hungry. but it isn't all you want, and they can't give you what you want.

they won't die for you. they won't live for you. and certainly, you know, they won't kill for you. but there's a man on the other side of the room that you want doing those things for you, that has the fucking balls to do those things for you, that possesses no good bone in his body that would do those things easily for you.

you see him in your dreams, breaking necks and popping kneecaps and slicing soft skin just to please you, and it makes you ache inside. you know what he does. he's never lied to you, but he doesn't always tell you the whole truth, but you fill in the blanks of the spaces he leaves behind, and you know what it is he does.

there's blood on his boots and money in his pocket, and you should be so afraid, but you never could be. not with the way he touches you. not with the way he talks to you. not with the way he puts his tongue inside of you and holds your thighs apart, and not with the way he grunts when he disappears into your bathroom to fuck himself to the image of you on your couch, half-naked as you wait for a fucking that never comes.

why won't he touch me? why won't he fuck me? why doesn't he rip the rest of my clothes off and have his way with me? he doesn't seem like the kind of man to ask for permission, but he eats me, and then he leaves me, and i can't take it anymore, please, please, please--

you're dizzy. the room spins, and the boys laugh, and your darts are hitting the wall now, clattering to the floor as they all boo and snicker at the way you're stumbling in your heels.

they're too close. you can smell the vodka and beer too much, and it's too warm because they're too close to you. someone's hand is on your thigh, another holds you upright with a grabby grip on your back, and there's someone else playing with your hair. they hum and they talk, and when they say they want to take you home, all you can do is hiccup and smile.

but as soon as you turn and leave, there's a large shadow waiting outside the door, leaning against the wall. you giggle knowingly, because you knew he would be here, and when the boys notice him, they try to take you in the other direction.

"if y'blokes knew wot was good for ya, y'd let 'er go and be on y'r way." he isn't in a good mood. he clicks his teeth as he comes off the wall, stepping under the streetlight. it makes the shadows of his hoodie darker, but his eyes are clearer now, bright under the mask as he breathes hard. he's angry, and he doesn't seem like his patience will linger tonight.

"oi, mate, relax," one of them laughs, and you giggle again when you see ghost tilt his head to the side. fuck, he's deadly, and you're wet. you squeeze your legs together looking at him, and you want him to put one big hand on your waist and tilt your head back--you want him to push his mask up and kiss you, all sloppy and soft like he did all those weeks ago. you want him to put his hands up your skirt and fuck you with his fingers right in the street, the same hands he squeezed the life out of someone with, the same hands he was going to kill these boys with.

ghost steps closer, and he goes for the nearest. brings a hand up, smacking one big hand against their cheek until their head hit the side of the building, and he crumpled to the floor in a pool of his own blood.

they scatter like bugs. stumbling drunk over their feet, tripping, and they disappear into the dark as ghost tilts his head to the other side now, looking at you.

you smile. giddy, hitting your toes together, and when you step to the side, you don't notice you've stepped in that man's blood.

"y'think this is fuckin' funny, eh? hangin' about with lot like that, y'think it's fuckin' funny?" he spits, and you put your hands behind your back, biting your lip.

"you...you ignored me," you hiccup. "why did you ignore me?"

"that wot this is about?" ghost snarls. "me not givin' you a proper look?"

you bite your lip harder, nearly drawing blood.

"i missed you," you whisper, your lip trembling slightly. "m-missed you so much..."

"fuck off with that," he mutters, but you step closer anyways. when he doesn't step back, you step forward again, until you're flush against his chest, tilting your head back to look up at him. you go languid when his arm falls, slipping up the back of your skirt just like you imagined. he squeezes the flesh of your ass before he leans down, and you whine when he presses the front of his mask against your lips. you kiss, your soft mouth kissing him through the fabric.

"is he dead?" you ask when he pulls away. ghost says nothing at first, just smooths his hand over the lace of your panties. he grunts when he slides his fingers between the seam, satisfied when he hears the squelch of your wet pussy as he pets you there. you squirm a little.

"dunno," ghost murmurs, and you get wetter you think, at how nonchalant he behaves as he touches you shamelessly where anyone might see. "fuck, bunny, y'r soakin' my fuckin' gloves."

"why don't you like me?" you whimper. you reach up and put both hands on his chest, and you dig your nails there, but you meet resistance. the muscle and fat there barely give way, and he hums when you drag your nails down, anchoring yourself to him. when you meet his eyes, they are dull, and you know he doesn't care. "i-i like you...i-i like you so much..." he huffs in annoyance, but you keep going, "you like someone else," you whisper. "there's someone else..."

someone else. as if there is some kind of competition, and maybe there is, but it isn't what you think. there is someone in his head, someone that screams for him to leave, someone that begs him--simon, please, yer goin' to hurt 'er, please, she's so pretty, please--but it isn't because he loves someone else, it's because he did love someone else, and he doesn't think there's room for more.

but he also cannot explain what swelled in his chest when he watched you with those boys. the searing heat of emotion that bubbled in his throat, and how the only relief he feels is the satisfaction that the boy at your feet bleeds because he put his hands on you, that is good, make them suffer, touching what fuckin' belongs to me.

there's a breaking point. it's the law of physics. something as rigid as ghost could only bend so far back before it reaches the elastic limit, and then it is deformed, and then it snaps, and then it is two pieces instead of one that cannot be put back together--and he feels it. he knows this is it. the fine line between what was and what is, this is it, it's too late--shut the fuck up, johnny, it's too late, i have her, she's mine, get out of my head, get out of my fucking head, i'm going to have her, have her, have her sweet fucking cunt--

you are bliss. you are the air that allows him to breathe. you are the threads in the fabric, the water in the soil, the heat that warms the house and breaks the soul and drives the machine.

you are in his bed, on your back, and when he slides your skirt off, there it is. the soft place between your pretty thighs, glistening and so wet, puckering and pulsing as you spread your knees for him and slip your shirt off.

he doesn't remember taking his mask off. he doesn't know where it went, but it is gone, and your lips are on his, and your tits are bouncing as he grinds his cock into your soft, squishy folds. the tip catches sometimes, and it makes you cry, and you whine when he breaks the kiss to lick your tears and taste the salt of your pleasure. the tears are heady and desperate, and he knows this flavor, and he wants more of it.

he commits this to memory. when he sits up and feeds you his cock, he memorizes the way you moan. the twitch of your pussy, the leaking of your wetness, the way you clench and tighten and grip so he cannot do anything but force himself deeper inside of you.

what is it that he loves? what is it that he loves so much that he cannot look you right in the eyes? whose body did he have underneath him all that time ago that steals him away so much he cannot fuck you the way you deserve? the way you need, the way he wants?

you reach up and grip his dog tags. they jangle against his chest as he grips your hips and fucks you, and you use them to anchor yourself, tugging on the metal necklace as you focus on the way he thrusts. powerful, smooth, with ease--he's so big, but he fills you so well, and you can't help but wonder if he's losing himself because it's so familiar. to be inside. to be gripped and squeezed and milked for all that you are, the brute of a man so misunderstood that fucks like a goddamn pornstar.

he's so good at this. when he finds the gooey spot in your cunt, he knows how to get you there. hitting it just enough to bring you to the edge, and then slowing down to savor the wet mess your cunt has become, and then doing it again. he listens to the cries you make, the crescendo of moans that you sob out that come back down when he goes softer. he thinks about this, and he makes music out of you. the pretty bunny, so fucking dumb inside, but the thing he cannot be without.

when he fucks you, he sees in blue, and he knows this isn't a coincidence. the blue in your eyes, it doens't lie--he knows what this feeling is, and he prays to no one that he can fuck this feeling right out of himself.

you come so messy. you soak his thighs, creaming on his cock as you beg him to fill you, and he cages you between his arms as he fucks harder, faster, losing momentum as he nears the same glorious high. he's been so good, but this he cannot help--not the way this feels, so familiar, so easy, so freeing.

there are no thoughts when he is inside of you, and this is bliss.

he kisses you when he comes. cups both puffy cheeks of yours as he spurts hot cum inside of you, sliding his big hands down to grip your thighs as he nestles his hips against yours. you reach down with two hands and squeeze his lower back, keeping him inside. this feeling, the feeling of being so full and warm and enjoyed, it isn't natural to you, and it isn't one you feel often, and you chase after it. you lick into his mouth and whine, and he hushes you.

"easy, rabbit," he pants, licking over your jaw, and you close your eyes. if he is predator and you are prey, then so be it. you want him to have his fill--you want him to trap you, steal you away, tuck you into this den he keeps and never let you leave.

you don't mind the blood on his boots, stained on his clothes, under his fingernails. in fact, you think about it often. you think about taking a rag and cleaning the leather of his shoes. you think about teaching him the cold water and peroxide trick to getting the blood out of fabric. you think about taking the gloves off, letting his fingers wander into the warmth of your mouth so you can suck his skin clean, all while your eyes never left his.

you think about the thing that you are. the bunny you are, the prey you've manifested yourself into, and you think about the thing that he is. you think about the dark, dense places that must exist inside of his head, and you think about how you can't see them in his eyes.

you think about being the bunny in a cage and how he holds the key. and you wonder if you would even leave if he ever let you go.

ghost loves someone else. you don't know who they are or where they've gone, but he loves someone else. but that's okay. that's temporary. that's just for now. they didn't love him enough to stay.

they didn't love him enough not to die. you don't intend to die. you're going to carve him up, right along the scars that he wears, and you're going to slip inside of him and live there forever, nestled between the organs and the black of his blood and the heart you know he doesn't have.

ghost is a thing. but he's still a man.

and men are fucking weak.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut

[tender-rosiey]

Can I request Gojo x reader where she is busy doing paperwork and missions ( she is a special grade sorcerer) and Gojo wants her attention

whining — gojo satoru x f!reader

you had already finished all your missions for the day, and you finally have time for yourself. at least, that’s what you thought until yaga bestowed on you the paperwork that you had to fill after your recent missions.

with you being a special grade sorcerer like your husband, neither of you had a lot of free time and therefore couldn’t spend time together as much as you wanted.

unless, you get sent on a mission together which is rare, but it always fills gojo with happiness and he becomes so giddy whenever you’re paired up together.

it’s cute how head over heels he is for you, but it does have its disadvantage. like for example, right now, you were supposed to be doing said paperwork you were assigned. however, your husband came back early today which is good and honestly you would love to spend time together but oh well.

“WIFEY I AM HOME!” he bursts into your shared bedroom and finds you on your desk doing your paperwork. no matter what you do, his heart never fails to flutter to the point he can even giggle like a giddy school girl.

you chuckle softly and wave at him, “welcome back, satoru,” gojo, however, is not satisfied with just a wave and huffs his way to you.

“do I not get a welcome back kiss?” you can practically hear the pout in his voice, but you can’t give in to your husband’s antics right now. he hugs you from the back and you feel him bury his face into your shoulder.

“you will after I am done,” you tell him, but he shakes his head which makes you sigh, “‘toru, the earlier I am done with this, the earlier and more we can be together.”

“but I can just tell yaga to let someone else do your paperwork!”

“like?”

“ijich—“

“except ijichi.”

he deflates and starts whining, “he is my junior! he should help me!”

“‘toru, he isn’t obligated to,” you remind him; however, gojo isn’t giving up and starts placing small pecks on your shoulder.

“did I tell you how pretty you look today?” he has switched tactics, you notice. he is going to start sweet-talking you into leaving the paperwork and instead joining him on the bed for a much needed cuddle session.

it’s a tempting offer, but one of you had to be the responsible one and more often than not, it had to be you, “satoru, just go watch the tv and make sure to eat something ‘cause you’re probably hungry.”

“AWW WIFEY! YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!” he pulls back and screams fondly and you roll your eyes.

“of course I do, you’re my husband, silly.”

he, cutely unfortunately, latches onto you again and is basically spilling hearts from his eyes and radiating love, “hearing you say my husband makes me so happy.”

“well, my good and handsome husband will let his wife finish her paperwork so she can spend time with him later, right?” you say sweetly and even start scratching his scalp which is something he adores.

he hums softly and turns your chair so he can hug you properly. he buries his face in your stomach and you hear a small, “can I hug you like this for a moment then?”

you smile gently and continue running your fingers through his hair. a couple of moments pass and you speak up, voice barely above a whisper, “satoru, come on; I need to do the paperwork.”

you’re met with nothing and assume that the man actually fell asleep in that position. sighing, you softly call his name, “‘toru, if you’re going to sleep then sleep on the bed so your back doesn’t hurt.”

you shake him lightly and he raises his head to look you in the eye, “can you take my blindfold off?”

nodding, you gently take it off and you’re left staring at your husband’s eyes. the longing in them is so apparent that it makes your heart ache.

“okay, fine; I will go to bed,” he murmurs tiredly and stands up. you nod and turn back to your papers once you see that he is in bed.

you close the lights and only leave the lamp on your desk. time to prepare for long hours of boring and unbearable paperwork.

“HAHA GOTCHA!” you hear him say triumphantly and you are picked up rather effortlessly and thrown on the bed, somehow gently.

you groan from the impact, and when you tried to get up, he laid on top of you and squishing you in the process, “satoru!”

“cuddle now and do the paper work later!”

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[avianyuh]

Giving BTS Flower Crowns

Prompt: Reaction where bangtan go on a flower field picnic with their crush and get a present.

{A/N; I tried to find as many coordinated GIFs as possible to go with the theme, but the tumble gif selection is LACKING lol, hope you all enjoy}

Request: The members and their crush go on a picnic in a flower field and she makes them a flower crown and gives it to them? Thank you

Seokjin:

"Where are we?", Jin asked as he closed the car door. He took in his surroundings; trees that went on for miles, a little stream and a rock lined path leading to who knows what. Y/n had called him the day before and asked if he'd like to go on a picnic. Jin and Y/n bonded over cooking when they had first met so they had decided to cook a few secret dishes and bring picnic baskets to surprise each other. Y/n opened the trunk of the car and took out the picnic baskets, giggling and telling Jin to be patient and to follow behind. They walked along the path and stumbled open a flower field at the end. The field was well-manicured and decorated the landscape with hues of pink, orange and yellow flowers. There were tables to sit at and luckily they were all empty. Which was convenient for Jin as privacy was hard to come by.

They picked the table closest to the edge of the flower field and started to unpack their baskets.

Over the next hour they swapped recipes, complimented each other's cooking skills and took a bunch of photos of the flowers. Jin couldn't think of a more perfect day. That was until Y/n pulled out ankther item from her basket; a flower crown.

"I thought you'd look good with it on...", she said shyly as she handed it over to Jin.

He immediately took the crown and put it on, excitedly asking Y/n to take his picture.

"Do I look good? if not then take another one!"

Yoongi:

Not only did Yoongi not want to go outside, but he especially didn't want to go on a hike.

Y/n had called him, asking if he was free over the weekend. Yoongi, of course being low-key whipped for Y/n obviously said yes to whatever she had planned, wasn't anticipating the said weekend activity to revolve so heavily around nature. It's not that he hated the outdoors. It's just that he valued comfort over sunshine. But, because of those damn mushy gushy feelings, he agreed.

Which brings Yoongi to the action. The actual hike. He and Y/n had at least been hiking for an hour and Yoongi was over it. And just about when he was ready to start complaining, Y/n came to a halt and told him they should stop where they were. Yoongi wasn't gonna protest that as he fell to the ground, tired and sweaty. And a little hungry.

That's when a beaming Y/n returned into his field of vision with a picnic basket in hand.

"Where'd you get that from?", Yoongi asked as he sat up, opening the basket and studying its contents. He picked a bottle of water out of the basket and immediately took a sip; yep, he was tired, sweaty, hungry and thirsty too.

Y/n started to explain "Well, I know you hate all of this stuff but I felt like it was a no pain, no gain situation. So your pain was the hike", Y/n clasped her hands together before continuing, "But the gain was a picnic!", Y/n exclaimed.

Yoongi side eyed her as he looked through the basket again, digging out a sandwich.

"You coudve just asked me to go on a picnic, why was with the torture aspect?", he explained. To be completely honest, Yoongi was more interested in the sandwich than the conversation at that point. Plus he needed the energy to climb all the way back down later.

"Well, I can see how you feel about my hike slash picnic. But what about..."Y/n was rummaging through the basket, "This", she said handing him the crown made of flowers. "When I came up here a few hours ago without you to hide the basket, I found this field with a bunch of flowers and made you and me flower crowns. So voila, had there been no hike, then you never would've gotten this flower crown."

Yoongi couldn't help but face palm, trying to conceal his laugh but failing miserably.

"Sometimes, you're too much", Yoongi said.

Hoseok:

Since spring was in full bloom, Hoseok had decided to take Y/n to a garden exhibit in Seoul. He had gone the year before and had made a mental note to bring Y/n there, as he liked to spend as much time as he could with her.

As he and Y/n walked around the different exhibits in the greenhouses and outside markets,Y/n started to get hungry. Hoseok, being prepared, had anticipated this and knew of another booth that sold picnic baskets. So after buying one and sitting down at a table near a flower exhibit that looked to be right out of a flower field in a painting, they started talking. It wasn't until about ten minutes into their picnic when Y/n looked up and noticed something behind Hoseok. He furrowed his brows in confusion at Y/n but she stated she needed to get napkins and would be back in a minute. Hoseok shrugged and went to check on his phone while waiting for Y/n.

It wasn't until he felt a tap on his shoulder when he turned around and was meet with the sight of Y/n holding a flower crown.

"I noticed a lady walking around selling these so I wanted to buy you one Hobi", Y/n said smiling.

Hoseok gasped, jumping off his seat and eagerly trying it on. He loved it.

"Where's that lady? I have to buy you one too."

Namjoon:

Namjoon had been anticipating your scheduled picnic all week. Working late nights in the studio had been getting to him and what better way to unwind than to spend a day with one of his favorite people out in nature.

You two sat on the blanket laid out on the grass, flowers surrounding the perimeter of the gingham blanket. It was a cliche picnic. And by cliche, Namjoon was surprised by the fact the Y/n owned so much gingham picnic wear.

As they sat on the blanket and caught up on life, Namjoon commented on the vibrant flowers. Naming a few he recognized. It was then that Y/n got an idea. She got up and walked around the field, picking some of the flowers and started to twist them. At first Namjoon wasn't sure about what Y/n was doing until she approached him, placing the crown on top of his head.

"Awww Joonie you look so cute!",

Y/n said. Namjoon blushed and took it off so he could admire it.

"This is actually pretty good", he said, which in return made Y/n blush. "Can you teach me how to make one?"

Jimin:

A picnic had actually been Jimin's idea. He was trying to get Y/n to pick up on the fact that he liked her. So he thought maybe a 'romantic' picnic would help.

As Y/n and Jimin laid out on a picnic blanket, Jimin turned to look at Y/n and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. Y/n blushed, mumbling that she needed to get a headband from the car. Jimin laughed and pointed at the flowers surrounding them. "Make a headband out of flowers instead.", he said teasingly.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, "You think I could?", she said as she started rummaging through the grass looking for flowers. Jimin decided to join her, the end result being two weird crown looking things. They exchanged 'crowns' and laughed at each other.

"Jimin yours looks less like a gift from nature and more like a freak of nature", Y/n said laughing. Jimin scoffed.

"Not funny, yours barely stays put. It keeps falling off"

Overall a good afternoon.

Taehyung:

Y/n and Taehyung had gone to the park with Yeontan, and actually decided to have a mock picnic in a little flower patch.

Yeontan was running around and Taehyung and Y/n sat across from each other talking. Throughout their conversation, Y/n had been fiddling with a bunch of flowers she had picked throughout the picnic and had tied together the picked flowers into a flower crown.

As Taehyung was talking he looked down and saw the crown in Y/n's hands.

"Oooo, what's that?", Taehyung questioned before grabbing it. "A flower crown? Cute", he said smiling as he tried it on and started to make a series of faces. Y/n laughed and pulled out her phone to take pictures of Taehyung wearing the flower crown. "Tae, I think it's too small for you, it'd probably fit on Yeontan", Y/n said as she took the crown from a now pouty Taehyung and placed it on a now confused Yeontan. They both laughed as Yeontan spun around trying to figure out what had been placed on his head.

"I look better than him", said Taehyung, skimming throuythe pictures you had taken of him.

Jungkook:

Unlike Yoongi, Jungkook loved to be outside and loved a good physical challenge. So when he was offered to go on a hike with you, he eagerly accepted.

Though Jungkook or Y/n didn't think to bring a picnic basket, they both brought backpacks for the hike with food and water and a towel to sit down on. So, basically a picnic set up.

And though it wasn't planned. After two hours on the trail, and after a few 5-10 minute stops, they decided to set up camp for an hour before heading back towards the entrance of the trail. This so happened to be in the wide open flower field.

After eating and talking, plus a little teasing about who had better stamina on the hike, Y/n got an idea.

"I bet I'm more intune with nature than you, I could make one of those flower crowns I see all the time online", she said teasingly.

"Is that a threat", Jungkook asked, playing along. "How about a challenge? Who ever can make one faster gets to be carried down the trail."

"You're on", Y/n said before they both started running through the field, scavenging for flowers.

After ten minutes of picking and tying flowers together, Y/n appeared in front of Jungkook, who was still busy tying his flowers together. Y/n had a smug look on her face as she delicately placed the flower crown on top of

Jungkook's head. "Hah!", she exclaimed, "You lose andddd...you have to carry me all the way down", Jungkook shook his head, throwing his 'crown' to the side. He came over and scooped Y/n up.

"A deal's a deal. But...do I get to keep the flower crown?"

#bts #bts reactions #bts jungkook #jin #rm #yoongi #jhope #jimin #v #taehyung #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts writing

[fruchtfleisch-art]

For the short stories: Suburbia

This is... not under 500 words. Not even close. But I ended up really enjoying writing this one, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

Kirashino microfic #4/?: Suburbia

Shinobu is waiting for Kosaku when he comes out of his afternoon statistics class, even though they just saw each other yesterday. That’s not right. They only ever have dates on Tuesdays and Fridays, and sometimes the weekend, working around his courseload and her availability. Today, Monday, is uncharted territory.

“Hi, you,” she says, pulling him into a tight hug. “How was class? Did you get me anything?”

“Was I supposed to?” They’re blocking the entryway standing like this. Kosaku feels a flush creeping up his face as somebody jostles into him, but he doesn’t know how to ask her to move without being rude.

“Don’t you know what day it is?” Without waiting for a response, she adds: “It’s our six-month anniversary! Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Oh.” Was he supposed to be keeping track of that? Shinobu always feels a step ahead of him with this relationship stuff, always herding him towards milestones he only has the foggiest awareness of. It’s hard to keep up.

“You did forget, didn’t you? It’s fine. You can make it up to me tonight, right?”

“Right. Sorry. I, uh, I have another class in twenty minutes, but after that… uh…”

“We should go somewhere,” she says, smiling. Leading him.

“Yeah,” he says weakly. “We’ll go out. Anywhere you want.”

“Great.”

Kosaku usually spends his break alone, but it’s not so bad with Shinobu hanging around. She walks with him to the vending machine as he buys a drink, snuggles into his side as he reviews his notes, asks him for advice about an essay she’s trying to write. When it’s time to go, he leaves her in the hallway with a wave. She makes a heart with her hands.

Six months. That’s a pretty long time to have a girlfriend.

He’s not sure if they’ll make it another six. Shinobu is nice, but she’s kind of a handful.

---

Shinobu is at the door when Kosaku gets home from work, three hours later than he expected. That’s strange. She doesn’t usually wait up for him when he has to stay late.

“Hi,” Kosaku says cautiously. “Where’s my-“

“The same place it always is.”

His first thought is that she might have been watching a movie, but the tv is off, and she seems in no hurry to get back to it. She’s dressed nicer than usual, too, and as she takes his jacket and moves to the closet, he gets a whiff of cinnamony perfume. That’s weird, too. Did she go out somewhere?

Shinobu follows him into the kitchen, looking like she wants to say something as he checks the microwave and punches in a cook time.

“How was work?” she finally asks.

“Fine.”

And again, as he’s scrounging around for silverware: “Did anything interesting happen?”

“I don’t know. It was work.” He doesn’t know what to say to her most of the time, and especially not now. He’s tired and he’s hungry and he’s been talking to people all day. Why is she here, anyways? What does she want from him?

Kosaku’s gaze meanders away from her face as he waits for the microwave to finish, towards the counter, then the floor, landing on a smear of dark grit streaked over a few tiles. There. That’s something they can talk about. “Honey?”

“Yes?”

“The floor’s getting pretty dirty. I think you should run the vacuum soon.”

Now she has that look on her face. That disappointed, contemptuous, slightly pissy expression that makes him want to crawl under a rock. He tries to backpedal as she storms out of the kitchen, slamming the door open hard enough to make it rattle it in its frame.

“You don’t have to-“

“No, I’ll do it now!” she shoots back. “That’s all I’m good for, right? Cleaning up your mess?”

Technically, it’s not his mess. He’s barely been home this week. But there’s no reasoning with her when she gets this way, so Kosaku takes his dinner to the table and tries to ignore the high whine of the vacuum cleaner and the thump of Shinobu banging furniture around.

What’s her problem? If he was falling behind at work, he’d want his boss to say something. She takes everything so personally.

His first bite floods his mouth with slimy, earthy bitterness, like he took a big mouthful of dirt. Kosaku winces, takes his napkin and spits, seeing for the first time the rubbery brown chop mixed into the rice and vegetables.

He’s told her so many times how much he doesn’t like mushrooms. Did she think he wouldn’t notice if she cut them up small?

She really is too much, sometimes.

---

Kira is awake, waiting for Shinobu when she finally comes to bed half an hour later than her usual. That’s suspicious. Most days she falls asleep first, forcing him to navigate the bedroom in total darkness when he’s done making his rounds.

She’s been acting off all day, quiet and withdrawn, and it’s making him nervous. He runs through every possible scenario, searching for reassurance that it isn’t something he’s done to tip her off to his identity. He hasn’t killed anyone. Their bills are being paid on time. She definitely hasn’t discovered the cat plant. He’s been watching her carefully, making sure she doesn’t have to go anywhere near the attic.

Unless she went up there while he was at work. She has so much time to poke around the house when he isn’t there to watch her. Raw, unabashed paranoia galvanizes his exhausted body into action, makes him touch her shoulder softly to gauge her reaction.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, keeping his voice low. Playing the role of a nice, normal husband.

“I think so. I’m just tired, I guess.”

She does sound tired, but it’s not enough to assuage his fears. Even when she reaches back to place her hand on top of his, it’s not enough. Kira tries to think of something to say, to distract her from whatever chain of thought she might be following that ends in his discovery.

“I saw on the calendar. It’s our anniversary tomorrow, isn’t it?”

She doesn’t respond.

“There’s a new Italian place I’ve heard good things about,” he continues, trying to sound confident. “I’ll get off work early and we can have a nice dinner out, just the two of us. How’s that sound?”

It’s the most boring, bog-standard way to celebrate an anniversary, but Kosaku was the most boring, bog-standard kind of person. Kira doesn’t know her well enough for a personal gift, and his usual way of doing things seems a tad unorthodox for the lifestyle he’s currently living. Italian food it is.

“I’d really like that,” Shinobu says. “Thank you.”

There. If she was suspicious, she wouldn’t be making dinner plans, would she? She wouldn’t sound so genuinely grateful. “I’ll make a reservation tomorrow.”

She squeezes his hand, hard, and Kira lets her, tactfully ignoring the soft sniffle that follows.

He really doesn’t get this woman.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #yoshikage kira #kirashino #shinobu kawajiri #kosaku kawajiri #still fighting with tumblr's bad bad text formatting... we will try this one unindented #also a big reward to anyone who figures out why shinobu is mysteriously grumpy in the second part. hopefully it's fairly obvious lol

[sarawritestories]

His Nightmare

Nash Wells X Fem Reader

Masterlist

Part 1 (readers' nightmare)

His Nightmare Part 2

Summary: Y/N's nightmares have slowly been dissapating thanks to spending more time with Nash. Then his behavior changes to the man that she once loved before. She goes with Barry into Nash's mind in hopes that she can pull him out of his own nightmare as he's done to her so many times before.

Content Warning: Kidnapping, emotional turmoil, the loss of a loved one, kisses and fluff from the reader, choking, cliffhanger

Tagslist: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007 @achromaticerebus

It had been a few weeks since Y/N had a nightmare. As she walked in the cortex, a blue sundress hugged her curves, and she lit up the room. The team noticed the change and were happy to see the light back in her eye. Nash more than the rest of them as she smiled widely at him, that stole his breath away.

"She has a way of doing that," Harry's voice loomed in his mind, causing the explorer to roll his eyes.

"Doing what? She is rested, meaning she's on the road to feeling better. He looked at the Earth-2 scientist as he appeared next to him. "That's what we want."

Harry shook his head, "No, Nash, she has a way of making your heart feel like its going to beat right out of your ribcage. Like sun rises and falls with her."

Nash cleared his throat, "I have no idea what you're talking about," as Y/N approached her soft curls bouncing with each step. Nash smiled, "Hi, Angel."

"Nash, I was hoping we could have a lunch date today, I'll get Big Belly Burger."

Nash's mouth salvated at the thought of the greasy burger joint, but he shook his head with a small frown. "I'm so sorry, I have a lot of work to do in my new office today. I won't have time." He grabs her hand and kisses the back of it. "Raincheck?"

Nash tracked the look of disappointment before she caught herself and returned a smile to him, which almost made him fall to his knees. "Sure, of course. Let me know if I can help in any way."

He nodded as she walked out of the cortex and he could feel the council before Sherloque spoke, "Nash what 'vas that? Fleur wants to spend time with you and you flee?"

Nash shakes his head, "This is for her own good. I should keep my distance."

H.R. inserts himself in the conversation, pausing to look at the explorer, "Gosh, I forget how handsome you are," Harry whacks him upside the head and H.R. nods, "Right, sorry, just got distracted, is all. But avoiding her isn't the answer. Us Wells men are drawn to her naturally."

Sherloque nods in agreement. Harry was about to speak when Nash shouts, "What good is my feelings if she's already fallen in love with two men that share my face." His gaze falls to Harry. "Tell me, Harry, would she be loving me for me or love me because I look like you." Harry was about to answer, and Nash shook his head, "Just leave me alone, okay?"With that, Nash walks out of the Cortex heading to his office.

~Meanwhile 2 hours later~

Y/N couldn't shake Nash's cold demeaner toward her offer for lunch as she sat at Jitters and sipped on her coffee. He had been so kind and patient with her and her nightmares and wanted to just offer her gratitude. After a crisis and finding out Harry was gone, she felt lonely. Nash didn't know it at the time, but him forcing her to go on adventures with him and his presence made that pain go away. Especially when her nightmares became too much. Making a snap decision, she headed to Big Belly Burger, ordered food, and made her way to Nash's office.

With food in one hand, she knocked on the door to Nash's office. The door flung open, causing Y/N to jump. Surprise was on his face at the sight of her. She lifted the bag, "i figured I could bring you some food. I'm sure you're hungry."

Nash stepped out of the way to let her in. She furrowed her brow but walked in anyway. Nash was a lot of things, but quiet wasn't one of them. "I know you didn't want to do lunch," she said, facing away from him as the door creaked shut. "But I just wanted to do something as a thank you for all that you have done for me." The click of the lock caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Slowly turning around, she took a good look at his face. Gone was the smug adventurer, and in his place, "Eobard," she whispered.

Thawne smirked and inclined his head. "Miss me?"

"What do you want?"

"What do I always want, Sweetheart? To kill Barry." He makes this way to her she turned and faced the wall. His nose grazed her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "Getting you back is simply a bonus.

She grabbed her phone in a quick motion, trying to press the distress button when a hand gripped her wrist tightly that she yelped and released her phone, causing it to crack as it hit the floor. "Now, now be a good girl and stay still for me," he whispered again.

Rage took over as she elbowed him in the gut, causing her a moment of reprieve as he released her wrist. She darted toward the door before she could turn the lock, and an arm looped around her waist, pressing her back against his front. She began to scream only for his hand to clamp over her mouth, muffling the sound. Not having that, she adjusted her head where she could clamp her teeth down on his hand.

Y/N tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it was not enough. Nash's tall frame and muscular build over powered her as Thawne pushed her to the floor and was flipped onto her back. Before she could figure her next move, his hand was clamped on her throat. Her nails digged into his arm as she was trying to get any semblence of oxygen.

"You've become quite the fighter, sweetheart. I'll give you that, but," he tightened his grip as black spots invaded her vision, "This is goodbye, my love."

Y/Nclosed her eyes, waiting for death to come for her. Instead, his grip loosened, and there was a thud on the floor. She opened her eyes to find Cisco kneeling over her. She scrammbled up and hugged her best friend tears staining her cheeks, "Cisco, he has Nash."

He pulled away from her his eyebrows furrowed looking at Nash's limp body, "Y/N, he's right there."

Y/N shook her head with ferver, "That's Thawne in Nash's body, Cisco."

Cisco rubbed her back and brought her to his chest so she could sob. "It's alright, we'll get him back." And they sat like that for a while as Barry grabbed Nash to throw him in the pipeline.

~Meanwhile~

Eobard slammed his hand against the wall in frustration. "She was right there in my hands. She could have been mine if she had just behaved herself. I would have been sad to kill her, but that also meant taking the one thing you hold precious now. Isn't that right," he turned to his captive hands and feet bound with a gag in his mouth as he was fighting in his bonds, "Nash."

Nash string of curses falls on deaf ears as the speedster approaches him and pats his face with his leather clad hand. "Don't worry, Nash, next time," his eyes glow red, causing Nash to flinch slightly, "I won't fail." He walks away, leaving Nash to flail in his bonds.

To Be Continued...

#the flash cw #harrison wells #the flash #the flash fanfiction #nash wells x reader #nash wells

[fizzzyz]

Mandela Calamity

Volume 1 part 2 of my tmc au :]

It’s kinda slow in some parts and I’m still working on my writing so critique is appreciated as long as it isn’t rude!

CW: I don’t think there are any warnings for this part? Tell me if I should add some but I dunno

How long has it been now? It feels like an endless episode of misery, a surreal nightmare that tears through your heart. It felt like as if decades had passed, but it also felt like yesterday. Will it ever end? I don’t even feel like myself anymore. Whoever I used to be is long gone in the past. A past I crave to return to. To the happy days. Days when we spent every moment together. And all of that got swept away from us. Snatched by something twisted and sinister, finding pleasure in our agony. I can’t stand being away from you. Why do I even keep fighting, knowing I’ll never see you again?

Yet every day I pray; I pray and hope for you to appear in the doorway, the doorway I stare into for hours per day. I pray for the impossible. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. I see your face everywhere, but you aren’t there. I feel your presence anywhere I go, is this you? Or is it only my desperate mind losing its grasp on reality? I’m losing my faith in everything, my family, my friends, myself, God. It’s not fair. Please come back to me. My chest is a gaping hole without you. I don’t feel human anymore. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. Please come back to me. Please come back to me. It's not fair. Please come back to me. Please come back to me. Please come back to me. Please come back to me. Please come back to me. Please come back to me. Please come back to me.

Marilyn woke up and quickly sat up, her heart racing and breath heavy. She felt like a dead frozen corpse yet sweat was still running from her face. She glared into the nothingness of the plain white wall in front of her. It took a while for her to process where she was and what had happened. Everything felt completely alien to her for a short while. She slowly began to calm down and her heart started returning to a more normal pace.

“Good morning, Mary.” Mary heard her sister say from across the room, sitting in a sofa and reading a news article. “Another nightmare I suppose?” Anna continued as she turned the page of her newspaper. Mary looked at her before looking away again. She couldn’t really remember anything. All she could remember from her dream was a blurry image of her daughter. Just like all of the other dreams. Nothing out of the ordinary. At least of what she knew. As soon as she wakes up all memories of her dreams vanish every time.

“I guess.” She muttered and threw the blanket to the side as she got out of bed. She didn’t feel so happy about waking up in a motel room right now, especially in Mandela County. She’d prefer to be in her own house and own bed. But she had to do all of this for her sister. Her eyes shifted to the nightstand where the digital clock stood, 9:13, later than she thought it was. It was a pretty long day yesterday and it took what felt like eternity to fall asleep. She would’ve felt like a wreck if she woke up earlier.

She still felt exhausted from all of her feelings, which seemed to bite harder now when she was in the place she swore to never come back to. “I got breakfast for you, when you’re done, we’re going to the town center …would be good if I found a job right away.” Anna noted and continued looking through her newspaper she had been reading. Mary looked over to her and saw a tray with a sandwich and coffee standing on the table next to Anna. She didn’t feel hungry, but she still had to eat. Letting out a sigh, she wandered over to the table, took a seat and grabbed her sandwich. It looked squished and old, like as if it had been in a freezer for two weeks. She took a bite out of it despite her lack of appetite, it didn’t taste very good, and it was pretty chewy.

Anna stood outside the motel on the parking lot beside her car, waiting for Marilyn to finish and come down. It took a good while. Normally Anna was always the late one, but their roles were reversed now. Anna glanced over the horizon. The morning sun had risen, and the sky was a nice pastel blue with only a few clouds to be seen. The breeze felt nice, it was neither too cold nor too warm. Just like what any other early September day felt like, except for the rainy days. Finally, after about 8 minutes Marilyn came rushing out of the motel to Anna in the parking lot. She seemed frustrated and tired.

Anna sighed and unlocked the car “Took you long enough.”. Both of them got into the car and put their seatbelts on in a hurry. “Says the one who’s always late.” Mary replied after she got in. Anna chuckled and smiled. “Not this time though!” She started the car and the old engine started running. She drove out of the parking lot and out on the road, on their way to the town center. It was only a 5-minute drive as the town wasn’t very big. Anna searched for a good parking lot, which wasn’t too hard to find either. She quickly parked the car and got out of it in a rush like an excited child. Mary, on the other hand, was in no hurry at all, she didn’t understand why Anna was rushing everything.

“Are you stressed?” She questioned while getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. “No, I just really want to get a job as soon as possible.” Anna replied and stepped onto the sidewalk. “Well, geez you don’t need to rush, it’s not like the jobs won’t be there tomorrow as well. And I mean, we have almost the whole day on us!” Mary said, hoping it would calm Anna’s mind, for both of their sakes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” Anna walked at a fast pace anyway, completely ignoring Mary’s advice. Mary sighed as they walked together on the sidewalk. She had a feeling this day wasn’t going to be a calm and peaceful one.

They had been in 2 stores already, but no job so far. They either didn’t need it, or Anna just didn’t meet the requirements. It only made her stress worse, which also made Mary feel stressed. “Mary, look at this sign!” Anna shouted as she had stopped in front of a sign tilted against a lamp post. Mary glanced over at her, and then walked over to where she was standing near the sign. Open 9-19, looking for part-time workers. Golden oddities market. There was an arrow underneath the text, pointing towards the road to their right. It wasn’t a store Mary recognized, it was a long time since she last was here, but she still remembered most of the stores.

“Come on!” Anna grabbed Mary’s hand and without warning she pulled her with her down the road the said store was. Mary almost fell over as she did and stumbled quickly across the road to keep up. “Anna!!” Mary yelled as she kept pulling and dragging. “I can walk by myself you know!” Anna finally let go of Mary’s hand when they had reached the shop. There was a sign above it, Golden oddities market, gems you can’t find anywhere else. There were two big windows on each side of the entrance, and a bunch of products stood as displays in them. Anna pushed the door open, and a bell rang as she entered. Mary went in after her, her eyes shifting at every strange thing she could see in there. Weird sculptures, games she had never heard of, pirated VHS movies, old Gameboys, weird equipment for cameras and such, and way more odd stuff you don’t normally see in stores filled the shelves. The store wasn’t very big, but it still had so much stuff, it almost made her feel dizzy.

She noticed her sister had already started making her way towards the cashier counter, and she hurried over to her. An old man, probably in his 60s, sat behind the counter solving a crossword. He had long beautiful gray hair, it looked like strands of silver as it glittered in the light. He was wearing a red cap with a retro label and had a fit looking like it was taken straight out of the 80s. His clothes were colorful and pretty, but didn’t fit that well together. There was another counter against the wall behind the counter, where he seemed to have a tiny workshop with tools and such. A dog, a really old German shepherd, was sleeping on a big and comfy red dog bed that was placed on the workshop counter, which also had a little ramp that led up to it.

“Excuse me?” Anna said and stepped a little closer to the counter. The old man looked up and put down the pen he was holding. “I’m looking for a job, and I saw the sign you had put up.” She explained, as she hoped that she would get it. The old man looked at her for a while before he replied. “You seem older than the usual, mostly teens come here to work for the summer. But that’s no problem.” He said and sat up straight. “Is this… shop new here? I haven’t seen it before, from what I remember.” Marilyn asked as she stood next to Anna. The old man looked at Mary as if she said she saw aliens, he seemed almost offended. “New? I’ve owned this store since I had color in my hair!”

Mary felt a little embarrassed, she didn’t want this to be her first impression if Anna was going to work here. “Oh- I’m so sorry, I haven’t been here in so long.” “You don’t live here?” He asked as he folded the newspaper, he was doing his crossword on. “We’re from Bythorne, we used to live here about 10 years ago.” Anna replied and forced a smile, she didn’t have time for small talk, she just wanted this job already.

The man leaned back in his chair and nodded. “Hmph, I’ve owned this store for about 25 years. But what brings you back to your hometown?” Anna looked at Mary for a short moment before she looked back at the man. “I just need a fresh start with a new job. Nothing special.” She replied. “About the job?” She continued, already feeling a little frustrated because of her stress. The man nodded and sat up straight again as he opened a drawer behind the counter. “This week you can come in Thursday, and you might as well stick for Friday and Saturday if you want a better paycheck. With shifts for about 3-4 hours.” He said and looked through the drawer he had pulled out. “Is there any chance I can take fulltime instead? I’m willing to work as much as possible.” Anna asked eagerly as she hoped he would let her have it.

The man stopped looking through the drawer and looked up at Anna. “Fulltime, eh? That’s a first.” He mumbled and pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer, along with a pen. Anna nodded as she held her hands together and could barely stand still. “I…, ma’am, you’d make more money working fulltime somewhere else. There’s not much you can do here fulltime.” Anna quickly stepped closer to the counter and held her hands in front of herself in a begging way “Please, I really need a job and I’m not qualified anywhere else.”

The man glared at her for a brief moment, unsure what to reply. “…I suppose it could work, I could use some more help cleaning and restocking the shelves sometimes, I’m getting pretty old.” He said and scratched the back of his neck. It almost looked like as if he felt bad for her. Marilyn didn’t understand why it was so urgent for Anna and why she couldn’t carefully spend her time finding a more proper job. She hadn’t even actually moved into the house yet, they were just sleeping in a motel for now. It all made her question her actions and decisions more and more, it didn’t make sense, something was definitely going on.

“Are you sure, Anna?” Mary asked, concerned for her. “Yes.” Anna replied, almost in a harsh way. Mary sighed and crossed her arms. The man held out the pen he had gotten to Anna, waiting for her to grab it. “You can sign here, and then the job is yours.” Anna took the pen and quickly signed her name on the sheet of paper in front of her. She seemed so careless about everything, she didn’t even spend a second looking at the policies and agreements on the paper.

“The name is Kevin by the way, yours?” The man asked and smiled as he took the paper when Anna was done signing. “Annette Allen, Anna for short, and this is my younger sister Marilyn.” She said and nodded at Mary. “Marilyn Allen?” Kevin said “I think I recognize your name from your news articles. They’re really interesting.” He uttered and put the pen back into the drawer it originally came from. Mary was shocked to hear that. She was a journalist, but she wasn’t famous of any kind. To hear someone recognize her and her work made her feel flattered. “Oh? Well- thank you!” She said and smiled.

“So, when can I start working?” Anna asked, still seeming like she was stressed out. Kevin looked to his left at a calendar on the wall, and then returned his sight to Anna. “Hmmm… how about tomorrow?” Anna smiled and nodded, she seemed more relieved and happier, now when she finally got what she wanted. Mary was still confused about her behavior. She couldn’t possibly make enough money out of this job to fix her house, it would take centuries. “Well… thank you so much, sir! See you tomorrow.” Anna said as she grew a big smile on her face and waved at Kevin, before grabbing Mary’s hand and dragging her out of there. “See ya!” Kevin replied and smiled back, returning to his crossword. Mary pulled away her hand from Anna and walked after her. Anna always used to grab and pull her ever since they were kids, but she still got annoyed by it.

(dw the og characters will show up soon..)

#mandela catalogue #tmc #the mandela catalogue #tmc au #mandela calamity #mandela catalogue au #mandela catalogue oc #au #fanfiction

[transboysokka]

I'm having a bad eating day, can you share me your thoughts about Zuko and eating? It won't be triggering for me, I promise!

well u came to the right place bc i have thought about this a lot

and even though its the middle of the night for most people i am supposed to be lesson planning right now and would love to distract myself by answering this

TW: disordered eating

He never really thought he had a problem. Sure, Zuko knew he needed Sokka to help him eat. They never talked about it, but if it wasn't for Sokka, he'd probably spend days without eating anything or even feeling hungry.

It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, he was just... busy. Doing more important things. Like running a country.

Sokka would always have breakfast waiting for him in the morning, would always silently put more food on his plate during lunch meetings, would be the one to tell Zuko when it was time for dinner. Sokka was always snacking and would try to share with Zuko.

He had no problem eating with and for Sokka. But when it came to doing it on his own, he couldn't bring himself to care.

None of this was conscious. He wasn't eating just to keep Sokka from worrying. He just... really didn't care.

Zuko liked food, he guessed. But he was never thinking about it. There were foods he didn't like, and he'd just avoid them. If he was ever really hungry and had no energy, he'd just eat fire flakes. The kitchen staff knew to always keep an endless supply of fire flakes waiting for him, and he knew to help himself.

Over time, Zuko got busier with work, and he could tell Sokka was starting to get more worried. They still didn't talk about it- Zuko didn't think it was even worth discussing- but he saw Sokka's face at meetings when advisors and dignitaries- even friends every now and then- would comment on Zuko's seemingly shrinking appetite.

The first time Sokka went on a trip alone and Zuko was left at the palace, he didn't think at all about how he was only eating fire flakes. He didn't think at all about how he was getting more and more tired every day, how his immune system was suffering, how it was getting harder to focus on daily tasks. How for the last several months he felt weak and lightheaded during training, and had been finding excuses to do it less and less. How he'd been losing his temper more and more often.

When Sokka came back a couple weeks later, he sat Zuko down to talk. Zuko could see the hurt and worry in his eyes and it killed him. But he was sure nothing was wrong. When he reassured Sokka, it just made the hurt worse. And something awoke in the back of his mind... Was there a problem here?

They talked about it. Sokka explained everything he'd been observing from Zuko and Zuko listened. Sokka asked if Zuko knew why he was doing this, and he responded that he genuinely didn't. Slowly, Zuko began to accept that he needed help...

It wasn't easy. He'd grown up hearing whispers about people with these problems, people who were so sick inside that they started to waste away on the outside. He was incredibly ashamed, incredibly embarrassed. But he owed it to Sokka and to himself to try to get better.

That wasn't easy either.

Zuko's eating had gotten so bad that when he tried to eat any food that was put in front of him, he felt nauseous. He physically couldn't put it in his mouth. But Sokka was patient.

For the first few days, they would sit together for hours until Zuko could finally take the first bite. And more often than not, when he finally did, his stomach would take over and he'd have no problem finishing the rest.

Sokka kept Zuko to a strict meal schedule, which seemed to help. It became routine. Even though Zuko didn't want to eat at those times, he knew he should.

One time he missed a meal because a meeting went too long and he had a panic attack. That was embarrassing too. From then on, he allowed himself to eat in meetings when necessary.

The next challenge he faced... was his appearance.

Zuko knew deep down that he'd been starving himself before. Sokka had explained it to him (and Katara- the only other person in the world he told about his problem) and so it would only make sense that he would be gaining weight now. But he'd gotten used to his skinny look. He felt more masculine that way.

The fight with his brain to eat was the hardest. And his brain won sometimes, especially on a day after he'd eaten three full meals and he thought he could see the weight on his hips.

But Sokka was there every step of the way, and he was the voice of reason when Zuko needed him.

Zuko was beginning to accept that he had been sick, severely malnourished, and it would take months for his body to find its new equilibrium. He knew that too from experience.

Eventually, his appetite did come back. He needed less sleep at night and was in better moods during the day. He was healthier and had more energy. He soon started snacking on his own.

It was still sometimes a struggle, a conscious effort, and Sokka still needed to help and remind Zuko sometimes, but the task of recovering seemed far less monumental than it had been at the start.

And when Sokka took his next trip and Zuko was able to feed himself and stick to his eating schedule? That was when he knew he'd be alright.

#quesTian #atla #text #it sort of turned into a drabble sorry i was trying to just do bullet points lol #drabble #zukka #im only projecting a LITTLE bit #lol but yes im having a rough day of it too question asker. solidarity! #trans zuko

[arealcrow]

rise and shine

2.5k, d&d (saltmarsh)

Sendoa and Duri spend a lazy morning together, talking over recent revelations.

The golden light of dawn seeps in through the curtains, and instead of turning his face into it further to enjoy its warmth and vibrance, Sendoa buries his face in the warm shoulder below him and groans. It's too early. Sure, on a normal day this is when he'd normally rise and start about his morning, but it had been a long night. Longer than even he'd expected. And while he had found comfort and relief in Duri's embrace, the two of them had only managed to get a few hours of rest. The sun, ever persistent, still shines warmly over both of them, as the morning fully breaches the horizon. Well, mostly on Sendoa, draped over Duri like a blanket, who is starting to stir beneath him. 

"Good morning," Duri's voice is muffled, face still half pressed into the couch cushions. 

Sendoa presses two kisses to the tattooed shoulder he has his face pressed into by way of response, not ready to withdraw and face the light quite yet. Even cramped for space on the couch, he's boneless and cozy, reluctant to move despite the voice in the back of his head telling him this can't be comfortable for Duri. 

"Are you hungry?" The question takes Sendoa by surprise, who was expecting a complaint about the crick in the cleric's back that they'd certainly worsened.

"Mhhmm," he hums, the familiar pangs resonating in his stomach when mentioned. 

"If you'll let me up, I'll make us some breakfast." 

Sendoa makes a noise of consideration, and Duri can feel him grin into his shoulder before he feels the dull scrape of teeth biting at his neck. 

"Could just have you for breakfast," he murmurs into Duri's ear.

"Sen," Duri breathes out, clearly trying to maintain composure, "We're never gonna get up if we start with that."

"That doesn't sound so bad…"

"We're going to participate in those Lizardfolk games today, remember?"

Sendoa groans as his memory is jogged, the last thing he wants is to be questioned about why they held the group up. With the way his days home have been treating him, he feels emptied out, and he's sure their captain would see right through any deflections he would make. 

"Why do you have to be right about everything?" he says as he starts to push himself up. 

"Not everything," Duri sighs, sadness permeating his words in a way that makes Sendoa's eyebrows knit together with worry. He doesn't want to ruin their relaxed start to the day, so he mentally files that one away to ask about later. 

Sendoa slides off of his comfortable position smothering Duri and onto the floor, settling in the sun's rays to stretch out his aching muscles. When he peeks over his shoulder, thinking to offer Duri help with his own soreness, he's treated to the sight of the man looking flustered. Duri had only gotten as far as sitting up before he'd been distracted by the sight of teal skin stretched taut over rippling muscle.

"Sorry, I-" Duri looks away, searching for something to say. 

Sendoa just laughs, unabashed, "I don't mind. You can stare as much as you want."

He flicks his own gaze up and down Duri, appreciating his lithe form sprawled on the couch. A different type of hunger nags at him, but he's content with merely feasting his eyes. He's already been admonished for his appetite once this morning, and he's not looking to aggravate his host.

"If you say so," Duri says, fidgeting with his hands like he wishes he had something to do with them, "I just.. I don't want to make it weird, is all."

Sendoa's eyebrows raise as a surprised look captures his face. That wasn't something he'd even been considering. Casual intimacy had been commonplace during his time in the marines; having a need met wasn't something he generally dwelled on. But then, the way he felt about Duri was anything but casual, so he probably should have been expecting this.

"Why would it be weird?"

"You came over for.. for comfort, for my help, not for anything more. We can forget this ever happened, if you want," he's talking faster now, as his anxiety picks up. 

"Is that what you want?" Sendoa's voice is quieter, his eyes distant as the ocean on the horizon. Like he's using the tense quiet that starts to stretch on between them to steel himself for something.

“....No. It’s not,” Duri finally breaks the silence, “I’m just a coward. I’m scared of wanting different things.”

The words only deepen Sendoa’s surprise, his face twisting with a look of confusion. He’s not sure what exactly he’d expected- questions about his intentions, maybe, or doubts about things being too complicated- but definitely not this. He turns to face Duri and scoots forward until he’s kneeling between the man’s freckled knees, one of which he presses a soft kiss to.

“You’re not a coward,” he says, looking up at him with all of the worship he reserves for dawn mass, “You’re a brave and honest man, Duri. I’m happy you’re in my life; I don’t want to forget about this, either.”

Maybe it’s the affection, maybe it’s the words, maybe it’s the realization now that Sendoa is so close again that neither of them have dressed from the night before- its hard to tell what it is that tips Duri over the edge, but Sendoa is quickly being dragged up by the face for a kiss. He presses into it eagerly, wasting no time licking his way into Duri’s mouth. The force of it is enough to send them both toppling until they’re tangled together on the couch again, which only gives him a better angle to deepen the kiss.

By the time they break apart, both of them panting and flushed and wrapped up in each other, the sun has inched higher in the sky.

“Sen,” Duri breathes out, attempting determination through the pleasant haze, “We don’t have time.”

“I know, I know,” he grumbles, ducking his head to nibble his way down Duri’s neck.

“I’m serious-” he’s cut off by his own breathless laughter, an involuntary reaction to the feeling of Sendoa starting to bite a mark into his collarbone. Gathering up a handful of blonde hair, he tugs, gently, to dissuade him from leaving anything that would actually be visible. He seems to get the message, detaching himself to shoot Duri a needy look through his eyelashes.

"We're only gonna be gone for the day, you can spend the night again after. Now let me make breakfast," Duri says fondly, and brushes a few strands of hair behind Sendoa's ear. 

Sen turns his head into the touch, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to his palm. A quiet acquiescence to Duri, whose pleas for reason usually prevail with him. The hunger starting to gnaw at his stomach only helps to back up the man's point. He heaves himself up into a sitting position, scooping one arm around Duri's waist to pull him up as well. 

"I will let you make breakfast, if," he holds one finger up, smiling, "You come over tonight, and let me make you dinner."

"That sounds like a fair trade," Duri says with a small laugh. 

After pressing a fleeting kiss to Sendoa's cheek, he gets up and disappears into his room. When he returns, he's dressed in pants and a fresh shirt, much to Sen's disappointment. And here he'd been hoping to appreciate the way his tattoos move over his skin as he starts to putter around the kitchen. 

For a luxurious few minutes, Sendoa just watches, basking in the warmth of the sun washing over him, and letting himself enjoy the fond feeling that curls in his stomach like a cat getting comfortable. It's not the first time he's felt this specific type of relaxation- babysitting Miss Bay's infant granddaughter together had brought out a similar feeling in him- and he'd found himself starting to crave it more and more as his stress climbed. 

It doesn't take long for his helpful instincts to spur him into motion, deciding that sitting and staring the whole time was maybe a little rude. Even if he was enjoying the view. He has to collect his clothing from where it had been scattered across the floor, getting as far as finding his pants before deciding he's dressed enough. His shirt can wait until after breakfast. 

"Can I do anything?" he asks, leaning up against a counter in the kitchen.

"You can sit and have some tea ," Duri says firmly.

"Yessir," Sen says, getting the message behind the flat look he's given. No more helping. Which is fair- with the mood he’s in, he’d just as likely be a distraction. He brushes past Duri to pour himself a steaming cup of green tea, stopping just long enough to kiss his cheek on his way out of the kitchen. With a resigned sigh, he settles at the table to let the sun warm the bare skin of his upper body as he watches. 

He sinks into the choppy waters of his thoughts a little too easily as he sits, quiet. The stress he’d so easily forgotten about overnight was starting to rise in him again. It was still hard to wrap his head around this new perception of things, one where the people he’d placed his trust in his whole life had been lying to him. He’d known on some level how much shame his family kept carefully hidden behind closed doors- he’d learned young to stop asking where his father was- but this was different. This was something too shameful to even mention, something they wanted to bury in the past. 

“You look like steam is about to come out of your ears,” Duri, setting food down in front of him, breaks him out of his thoughts, “Everything alright?”

Sendoa takes a second to come back to himself before he can respond, looking down at the food that’s been placed in front of him. Rice is stacked in the middle of the plate with meat and eggs, and covered in a generous helping of gravy. There are two smaller plates with salads placed neatly between the two of them. A hearty meal for a full day.

“This looks great, thank you,” he murmurs after a few bites and a sip of tea, “Uh, yeah, ‘m alright. Just.. thinking about Koldo, and all of that..” He trails off, thoughts still scattered. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Duri tilts his head, eyes soft and encouraging.

“I hardly know where to start,” he sighs.

“How did you find out?”

Sendoa barks out a humorless laugh at that, “Hadrien told me. Apparently Miss Bay gave him some of Florence’s captains’ logs- from her days as a pirate, to try and give him some insight into the whole leadership thing... He said he saw Koldo’s name in there, as her first mate. Which means she’s been lying for years to cover for him, Florence too. Probably their kids.. Fuck-” realization washes over him, and his already tense words turn bitter, “my best friend was probably lying to me.”

He had been angry enough that Seafoam had left Saltmarsh by the time he’d returned from the marines, but having to hold this anger on top of that, with no chance to confront and demand answers, burns at him. If he thought hard enough about it, he’s sure he’d be able to remember all of the times when his friend had said something he didn’t quite understand, or gave him a look with more meaning than he knew what to do with. His grip on his fork tightens, hands longing for a sword, for a shield, for anything that would give him a tangible resolution to his frustration.

“Hey, careful there,” Duri’s voice cuts through the fog, “I’ve only got the two sets of cutlery.”

 "Sorry," he sounds strained, and has to force himself to take a deep breath before he can loosen his grip on the fork.

"It's okay," he smiles at Sendoa, and the feeling that look gives him is pleasant enough to smother the embers of his frustration, "It's a rough situation, with a lie that big. When you say something often enough, it starts to get hard to separate it from the truth."

He spends a minute, chewing on Duri's words and the food he's been given before he speaks again. With all of the new information he'd received this past week, both about himself and his crew, he hadn't had much space in his head to consider how maintaining that story for years might have affected his grandfather. 

"I guess you're right," he settles on, still disgruntled.

“It’s a lot to process, having your world shaken up like that,” Duri says, sounding sympathetic and a little distant. 

That earns him a raised eyebrow from Sendoa, “Is everything alright?”

Duri opens his mouth to speak, and Sen can tell from the way his eyes crease that he's going to lie and say that he's fine. He leans forward, fixing Duri with a serious look, who seems to reconsider, but can't quite find the words. 

"I think my mom and sister aren't dead," he eventually blurts out, looking shocked by his own words. 

Understanding dawns on Sendoa's face, slowly at first and then all at once. Duri had told him enough about his family for him to realize the gravity of the situation; grieving your family for years only to learn that they might not really be gone, that's definitely something that would shake someone's world up. 

"Oh, wow- yeah, that's a lot to process," he says. 

He instinctively reaches out a hand to cover one of Duri's, trying to provide some comfort or maybe grounding. The look in Duri's eyes is still distant, like all nine of those years are ringing in his ears at once. It brings on a gentle pang of concern, Sendoa's eyebrows knitting together into a worried line. From the blank look on the man's face, he would guess that he hasn't had much time to think this over, yet. 

He squeezes his hand gently, "Hey, Duri? Are you okay?"

That seems to be enough to pull him out of the depths of his shock, just enough to stammer, "I don't know." 

"That's okay," he says, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the back of his hand, "You don't have to know. Can I do anything?"

"I…I have to write to my dad."

"That sounds like a good idea.” He wants to suggest that they go see him, wants to suggest anything that will ease Duri's burden more quickly, but he knows this isn't a problem he'd be able to solve with his usual combination of brute force and determination.

“Let me know if I can help, yeah? I’m here for you,” he maneuvers his hand so he can slot their fingers together. 

Duri nods and gives him a wordless, grateful look. He’s still quieted by his own thoughts, and Sendoa isn’t in any rush to get him to talk about it, content with simply keeping him company as they finish breakfast. In the comfortable quiet, he has the time to be thankful they’re attending something that today would hopefully be a pleasant distraction from unrelenting stress of the past few weeks. Despite the bitter taste it left in his mouth, he was even thankful on some level that Evelyn wouldn’t be joining them today. He wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the betrayal he still felt so keenly.

By the time they’re out the door- almost late thanks to a small derailment when Sendoa had to finally get dressed- his frustrations are neatly tucked in the back of his mind for later, and Duri has warmed back up to his usual, fussy self. It’s comfortable and familiar to fall into step together, and chat idly on their walk to join the crew, taking relief in each other’s presence. 

#sendoa calyn #duri broadside #senduri #my writing #saltmarsh #dnd #set during a truly jam packed downtime session. saltmarsh: revalations... you get backstory reveal you get a backstory reveal #we all get lore reveals!! #they only talk abt theirs here tho

[iamhereforth1nspo]

i feel so misunderstood and hurt.

today i had an argument with my bfriend, which was very unnecessary and just made me feel very bad. i came home after work with some fresh bread to enjoy some food time with him. i love to do this, thats why i bring it often. he was busy with something not important while i was cooking, even though he has nothing to do at the moment.. but he was productive at 10 am for washing the dishes and showering, so i didnt tell him i want him nearby when i was cooking. even though i told him often already that i like when he accompanies me cooking. So the time rolls up, food is ready and we sit down to eat. 1 minute later his mom calls. i grab the phone while something in my mouth and answer. "Hewwo" "Ooh are you eating?... I just wanted to ask ..." alright, i give the phone to my bf and let them finish talking. i eat one bite. two. three and so on. i have finished, 15 minutes have passed and he is still talking. i wait for him at the table to finish his food too and i probably looked a bit sad. he says "something wrong?", i decline because its dumb that im kind of sad about not eating together. i know i could have waited with my food, but i was very hungry and i wanted to eat in my work-break that was 3 hours before my shift ended, so i was getting very hungry.

(i asked in the morning if we could have our breadtime and he said yes, but then he said he didnt want to anymore, as he ate his breakfast snack. he gets full quite easily so i said, ok then we do it after my work)

anyway, we sit there, stare at each other and he goes again "are you mad?"

i still decline. he goes again and i say "well it was a little bit uncool that you talked so long on the phone.."

"why do i have to squeeze this out of you again??"

(we just recently had a discussion about the bread time thing where i asked about bread time in the morning but he didnt reaally decline nor agree. Because i had asked 3 times without a no or a yes i thought it was happening. i even said "im looking forward to BT!!" still no no/yes. So as the day progresses i ask him what kind of bread he wants. then he types, "oh i just had my breakfast". i go "whaaaaat what about our food thing?"

"i didnt tell you yes explicatly so why did you take it that way." of course i was a little shocked so i might have reacted over the top. he likes to call this "drama" when something like this happens. we talk about the food thing in person and how i thinks he miscommunicated with me and that i was really really looking forward to it because i like it so much. he says that I miscommunicated in not explicitly asking what he wants and stufd like that. i was baffled because you dont have to be so strict with explicitly communication every single bit. he still stands his ground, that we both miscommunicated. but i think he just was too lazy to say he didnt want it today... i would have understood it better than "oh i already ate")

ANYWAY. So with this in mind i didnt want to get this kind of stressful discussion again, thats why he had to squeeze it out of me. I am always very exhausted after work because i have recently started and full time is taking its toll after basically having a break for 1 year (only household duties) i dont understand why he doesnt value our time together. Yes we do stuff together and i love it but it doesnt mean that there should be a limit on how much love should suffice. He said that because we had a movie night and we went to shop for bicycle gear,

(another short story.... after shopping with him, driving home i asked him to prep the cooking we had planned. while i go and shower and then cook the actual food.. but then went to his car because there was a little bit of oil leakage on the cat seat. he hadnt used the car in a while so the oil has been leaking for at least 2 days, but there only was a small patch. he writes his dad and writes his dad. dad says to act fast and wash it with warm water and soak it up with a cloth.. i really dont want to bother but i tell him, "plllls i am very hungry. can you prep a little?" and he prepped the chicken and i was grateful for that. i prepped the other stuff and cooked the rest and we would be ready for dinner.

so as he comes back, he says what should i do with the oil water? i say i dont know. he writes his dad. dinners ready. dad says, if you want to be a correct citizen you fill the oilwater-soapthing up in jars to dispose it correctly. i help him search for a good container to dispose it in.. it takes a long time and i wait while the food is done. he says "i want to do it properly!!!" well yes but i am exhausted and i helped you with it and i basically cooked dinner and it is 8 pm i want to eat, i have to sleep basically 2 hours after eating. is what i thought. he washes his hands looong and intensely. i was understanding of this situation and i didnt say anything towards it because it was an ok emergency and its fine.)

i shouldnt be mad about this now. we did enough together, you shouldnt create such a drama. but i just told him what i feel about the situation and it always turns a negative way. i am afraid to tell him what i think in such situations... when i feel undervalued or something... i wanted to explain my feelings but he kept going defensive, that we had a great time together yesterday and so on. yes we had but right now i feel like i am secondary or a chore to be around. it stings and hurts. we go back and forth a little but he holds his opinion that i should have told them to hurry up on the phone. But my problem with this was, how unnecessary the talk was. we see his mom in 2 days and stay there for the weekend. he talked about things just to chatter. and they have proposed the goodbye 5 times until there was another thing to talk about. i just felt not valued and not good. i dont know if its my fault. if i am really such a drama queen as he claims. i feel hurt, my heart feels cold and stings. i really just wanted to tell him my true feelings but it always escalates into a fight. this time (which is actually a great achievement for me) i didnt cry as we were discussing the whole thing. after it settled down a tiny bit i went to pee. he says as i walk: "yeah go cry yourself out and maybe we can talk normally" (while he is the one getting defensive!!) i really try and explain my feelings in a neutral matter. its unfair. today after some hours and after feeling shaky for a while i just went to bed to let it out. i cry in bed right now and i feel a little better, but still not understood. i feel very mistreated and like i am of secondary importance to his life. i dont know how i should tell him this without him getting bonkers again.

we usually get along reaaaally well. he appreciates me, i appreciate him, we love each other we laugh and we are happy. just sometimes i cant talk about my feelings and if i do they get trashed, and he wont help me soothe myself or admit his mistakes... and in times like this i really want to cry because its so unecessary and you feel bad, i feel bad, lets tackle it together instead of headbutting ouselves and work against each other... please.

just wanted to rant. :( i need this off my soul.

[thezestyone]

I always gotta go with my wolf man Yukimaru…

How about him write something..zesty ?

( hope u have a good day )

@joy-the-reader,

Yukimura: O-Oh, god… You just had to make me do this, didn’t you? l.. I can’t promise this will be any good…

The following is NSFW, do not read if not 18+!

It was a special night that night, the moon was full and huge in the sky… Like, eye catching. It was especially beautiful that night.

The most devoted vassal of all the land, Yukim- Er, Yuki, was ready to hit the sack, and not in the usual way.

You see, Yuki had a girlfriend, a woman who was as feisty as a boar, but far more beautiful than one. She often brought out a feeling within Yuki that was something his friends, and especially his lord, should never find out about. His friends being noisy as hell, they were bound to find out anyway, but Yuki prefers if it is later rather than sooner.

So anyway, Yuki enters the room that he shares with his girlfriend. When he sees her, he notices that she is staring at the moon, as if caught in a spell, which would be ironic considering that Yuki thought her to be an enchantress when they were not that close, but that was a story for another day.

Anyway, Yuki notices her noticing just how big the moon was up in the sky, in all of its shining glory. When Yuki asks his girlfriend what is up, she replies, with a smile that just about took his breath away:

“It’s a full moon tonight.”

Yuki nods. That was the first thing he noticed that night, the moon. However, he was in the mood for another activity, especially after being without her for the long period of an hour. He was hungry for so much more, for so much more of her.

He brings his girlfriend in for a kiss, kissing those beautiful lips that he knew as well as his spear. His hands start to explore her pretty body, whispering sweet words to her. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was feeling him too, so he decided to make a bold proclamation:

“Yeah, and you know what that means. I am going to get you howling like a wolf.”

He started to leave marks on her neck, before his hands went to undo her kimono, his hunger growing the more of her he saw. He always got like this when he was without her for a while, and that hour was absolutely terrible for him.

He went to get rid of his own clothes, finding it suddenly very hot in the room as he positioned his girlfriend to get on all fours as he planned to have her screaming his name the entire night.

The way he felt when he connected himself to her, the way she so cutely cried out his name… It was a feeling great like no other. Yeah, the way she screamed his name as he started to move quickly back and forth, her back starting to be marked by him. The way she let her pleasure be known to him was so hot, and it got him turned on even more. He was not going to stop this until the moon had long gone, until she was howling like a wolf. His wolf. His mate. His one and only. His alone.

If she was a good enough girl, she would also get an extra treat, one that wasn’t sweet tasting, but she seemed to like it a lot, since she always liked to lick it off her lips.

So, they spent the night together, making sweet love until the sunrise.

The end.

#lets play a game #The Scribe #ikesen yukimura #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen series #18+

[supernovas-going-hunting]

The world that went in reverse

1: so, life goes on as normal, and slowly the details fade, but i wil never forget the day, the world went in reverse

2: And then I wake up. I know it was a dream, for I have no girl to love, and my Father died years ago. I am just a lost little boy, all alone.

#literature #spilled thoughts #writing prompts #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #female writers #writing community #creative writing #origanal writing #spilled words

[whinecrate]

9.2.23 asked me out well not really but ye and i turned him down well not really but ye

11.2.23 changed my mind said yes

19.2.23 first date at bake shack he gets some lemony tart thing that he actually liked for once I think I got the Irish coffee cake or something like that and coffees he got me origami flowers n the scanning thingy for the Spotify playlist with the songs we played at pondi on the couch. Didn't so much ask him to be my boyfriend more just told him he's my boyfriend now. In my defence i did tell him earlier itself cuz the person I'm dating is too long to call him but waited till first date. Accidentally ended up being on sa's bday

5.5.23 first kiss spent the whole day almost out with him at krish went out early morning n just chilled for the first few hours and eventually went to the back n we were alone for so very long but it still took time straight up asked him if he was ever gonna kiss me n he wanted to then but still didn't and I was getting hungry n he had to go pack n give his luggage at the dorm but yeah a grand total of 7hrs with light rain to set the mood he just pulled me close him half sitting on the half wall n me between his legs with foreheads touching before a kiss but i get overwhelmed n just hug him rinse repeat multiple times till it finally happens. It's awkward n cute. We kiss twice n then have to leave on the way back i get a donut from cdef and get drenched in the rain

19.8.23 6mo anniversary didn't do anything but it was just a nice day went out n some time on the lawn just chilling

20.8.23 a decent amount of making out at student but still pretty pg cute kisses

27.8.23 proper make out on his lap facing him half in the rain with his hands up my shirt gripping me and pulling and pushing me closer occasionally grabbing my thighs hands roaming almost all over under my shirt just got caught up in the heat of the moment god that was hot I can't show my face at student for a while now and the timing the heavy rain and my in time i probably crossed it by a few min atleast

3.9.23 made out a fair bit at student and he gave me a hickey for the first time but he was worried about it showing so it was so smol like a tiny little puppy nibble

27.10.23-29.10.23 well..huh..that was a lot.. I got used to being topless around him pretty fast. Like there was still the slight hesitation taking my shirt off the fist time and the first time taking bra off yes lights off and still kinda shy but after that it was so easy. And he certainly got used to taking my bra off himself pretty easily. And God the hickeys was that too much? Ill be honest I loved how it looked tho. Limitations cuz can't be too visible especially with farewell coming up although even this is too much and isn't gonna go by then but god it was definitely nice. He did ask is it's too soon for all the way tho. And yeah idt I'd want this soon. It might still take some time. But this was definitely progress. And slow baby steps are better considering it's a first for everything for both of us. It definitely helped that the room was big and pretty and it was just right yk? The environment the mood everything. The whole trip its not like we could have done anything else other than the exam so it just gave us enough and more time together. Maybe that was a bit too rough tho cuz I did feel kinda sore down there later and slightly bruised ig and i could definitely feel his hip digging into me even later on.

17.11.23-19.11.23 ok so much for keeping it pg at sachs house I was sick the whole time but evidently it only made me hornier. Well one night atleast. I told him he's gonna get sick and he was like no it's fine and of course next day he was decently sick too. He was kinda clingy next day too but I was too sick to really be into it. He was so nice to me when I was sick tho. Getting me hot water multiple times and constantly checking if I need anything etc just sorta being there for me for the most part. But yeah kinda bruised again i should really learn my lesson. On the other hand i actually did get kinda wet? He's definitely not gonna let that go i should just have kept my mouth shut. Kidding.

22.3.24 slept on the single upper berth together cuddling but it just turns me on so much when he holds me like that and grips me tighter esp when it's rhythmic and he loves it when I moan softly and i was definitely doing plenty of that and lightly grinding on him and kissing his neck or lips when it gets good and now he thinks i have a thing for risky

23.3.24 wasn't too awkward surprisingly and i wasn't too shy once it got to a decent amount of making out i told him I'd be down for all the way which idt he expected me to say so yay points for that i even took off my shorts and panties without really thinking too much about it but I was way too tight and it just really hurt when he tried to finger me and we decided to let it be and God i felt so horrible about it and he kept asking me if I was fine and i kept deflecting till i eventually just hugged him and cried and he was so nice and trying to convince me that it's completely fine and i have no reason to feel bad about it and he's completely fine with it etc actually idek why i cried i just did and when I finally stopped he was just so nice to me and trying to make me feel better and offering to get me milkshake the next day etc that I just ended up crying over that and he just held me the whole time

24.3.24 and I was still so tight nothing was supposed to happen cuz he was drinking but it wasn't much and he was drunk but he was gonna leave me alone but yeah when he gets me for just this much time it's hard and it's not like i really opposed it either I was still too tight but it got better but it was still tight around a single finger we tried all the way thrice and the last time it actually did go it a bit but it hurts too much so I'm not sure if I am a virgin or not at this point cuz technically it wasn't proper sex but it was something although hmm ig handjobs are pretty decent it's not too bad at all and dicks are .. slightly bigger than I was expecting esp the girth and i love the way he reacts but i still couldn't make him finish (actually we might have done that yesterday itself cuz I do remember making out in the shower n then taking a quick shower both mornings) and God the shower today was something else he had me pinned against the wall with both my hands up and the other fingering me and he loved how much I arch my back and moan i actually do moan a fair bit evidently and at that point I was so wet you could hear it and he's never gonna let that go and I was still too tight but did loosen up a considerable amount and i still couldn't make him finish but he just did it himself while holding me and gripping me and i keep kissing his neck etc and ykw i do like it when he gets himself off evidently and then we showered together quickly but he hates the cold water and warned me against splashing it on him and said that he'd make me regret it and i didn't really know what I was expecting him to do but obv curiosity so I just splash it onto him and he just grabbed me and started fingering me again and the fucking audacity the balls the cockiness god that was hot and i do love that my legs get so weak and he has to hold me

[wedemkktzip]

121122 hojun kkt trans a thread 🍒

~*pic it's when they taking pictures of pepero

~he want to sleep early but he can't cuz he's hungry

~he really can't sleep when he's hungry

~he thought about it for an hour and decided to not eat and come to gc

~ he likes to original pepero

~It's not necessary to come to practice room, but if they don't have a schedule, everyone gathers at the practice room

~they memorize each other choreography quickly maybe it's because they watch, learn and get influenced the most by each other's dance

~he ate chicken breast fried rice and cherry tomato for lunch and for dinner, he had kimchi stew at Korean restaurant with his friends

~he later correct it said he actually ate wheat rice cake. He's bad at tell the difference between those two.

~he use iPhone basic camera to record dance video

~Doosan was with him earlier but Doosan left first because of his schedule

~ingyoo is a king of good restaurants and so sure that ingyoo have more than 100 good restaurants in his phone

~he recommend chicken skewer truck at apgujeong exit 3

~he likes spicy food but not too spicy, just a little bit spicy

~he really really likes strawberry milk

~he also likes plain milk

~he eats Paris baguette bread often cuz his mom used to buy it for him when he was a kid

~he also usually bought it at school in the morning

~chocolate conch bread, sausage bread and egg bacon is the type of breads he's like

~he had a bite of yonsei milk bread it was more delicious than he imagined. If the expectation taste is 60,the actual taste is 120.

~Mcdonald burger he's often eat is bacon tomato deluxe.

~the quotes app that he uses to get motivation is called motivation

~he really love fantasy genre and read alot of webtoon when he was a kid. His fav is God of highschool. He also enjoy reading love revolution.

~he takes about 20 minutes to learn new choreography

~he cried while watching end game (marvel movie) and he also loves it so much

~he did parody a of Thor holding a hammer. If he found the video he will show it to us

~he did post it on his insta bit the acc he used to post it already gone

~he found the video and suddenly feel embarrassed and asked us to think its cute

~the reason why the classroom looks empty it's because his other classmates were preparing for college entrance exam

~he and his friends decided to pursue other career than art so they takes the exam earlier

~his homeroom teacher told him to do anything he wants in the classroom since he's already done with his exam

~he was an art major

~he applied for the first art school in Busan.

~it took him an hour and half to get to school so he woke up at 5:30 am and got ready to go out but one day it's rained alot. So he's wondering can he go to school in this weather but after that, he just decided to go cuz he's didn't hear anything from school and once he's arrived and change his shoes to slipper, all the students are requested to leave the school

~about perilla leaf discussion, if his friends wants to help his lover, it's should depends on the closeness between he and them. If those friends is a real friends like Jimmy or noan, then he wouldn't care at all.

~kamel is the member who talks the most in wedem gc

~he hope widibiji gets closer to each other

~he want to be a fan of widibiji and asking us about the fandom name😂

Q:What animal do you think of yourself as?? A puppy or bear??

A:🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️ (I think he want to say polar bear)

Q:Who do you think had the highest difficulty in parenting?

A:I didn't even think about it. Eojin!

Q:do you experience that you can't breathe while laughing?

A:Oh, it's already part of my daily life

#wedemboyz #wdbz #vata #ingyoo #insun #yunhwan #youngbin #kyungnam #kamel #doosan #dophan #lildae #hojun #haesung #noan #ahob #jimmy #gyeongsik

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

180 (AS IN DEGREES)

Monday I want to go home, am unhappy with this incessant travelling and what it means for my email inbox, but instead fill my day with enough appointments that I have no choice but to take it one hour at a time. Cigarettes in patches of sun in Soho are the packing peanuts. G sends me to his chiropractor for my fucked up neck and he sends electric currents through my shoulders and tells me I’m doing great. “You’re what we call a one and done”, he tells me, “you’re a new woman”. $225 later, I take my new womanhood to Balthazar to do my favourite New York activity, namely eating with G. Oysters, snails, steak tartare, nicoise, spinach, green beans. I meet J at Fanelli’s for tea and he makes me laugh so hard I am slapping the beaten-up tables, cursing the version of myself who wanted to fly home Pre-opera dinner with K is where I begin to make food mistakes. I force a Cobb salad down at Donohue’s steakhouse, surrounded by politicians and their lawyers and women popping pills with their soup. I am not hungry so I eat less than I should. K eats stuffed potato skins and says, thoughtfully, “you know I don’t even need to sink my enemies, they just sink themselves”. We cab to Lincoln Center, and I hold the tiff of my painting up to the building’s facade, showing K where my banner will be come December. We go searching for Wagner’s bejewelled baton that G told us to look at, but all the Met staff look at us like we are rabid antisemites who have lost our minds. We drink Orangina on the smoking balcony next to a gold George Condo sculpture. “He’s the perfect man”, K says, eyeing the sculpture, “I have been trying to date him for years, and that sculpture is fantastic". It's not, K is wrong Our seats aren't what we thought and I'm seething, then feeling guilty about being the kind of person who would seethe over lesser opera seats. Once I get over myself, Rigoletto pulls us in fully. It's a perfect show to catch as two women who haven't spoken to their fathers in years, since it's all about fatherly love. Its most recognisable canzone, "La donna è mobile", is secretly about how awful women are. We read the English subtitles flashing on the back of each seat and guffaw I am rabid with hunger on the way back downtown, foolishly dismissing the street meat readily available outside the subway station. I do not want pizza, or perhaps I don't want pizza alone. What I really want is a meal I prepare myself at my London home, something I know the shape of. I download GrubHub with resentment and order 3 salads and a shrimp cocktail, then McDonalds for a whole family, and the heat isn't coming on in my hotel, I forget to tip the bellman who brings everything up, I am - as they say in AA - hungry angry lonely tired. I generally veer away from being explicit about what it looks like when my eating disorder begins to drive the bus, largely because of shame, partly because I worry it's worse than a reader might imagine, I leave it vague and hope it reads as relatively demure. But it's not, and it's rare these days that I aim for the straight and narrow and then fall into full pelt self-betrayal. However, after the opera age 29 is the same as when I was age 17, all the same madness in my heart and the suicidal terror and the grease and salt on my phone and clothing - only now I know what it's like to expect better. All the accolades and friendships and interior design melt away and I worry I burst more blood vessels around my eyes and cheeks. But you know what? As a sedative, it works great. I'll get my invoice in the morning

[no-droids]

Ask Me Again Tomorrow

gif credit @pedros-pascal​

Part Sixteen of the Rough Day Series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 16.3K

Warnings: SMUTTTTT, following/stalking, some fluffy moments but mostly just a lil action and interaction, I don’t think there’s any other warning besides language and the smut (comm sex WITH A TWIST YALLLLL) but if you happen to find something else that warrants a tag, please let me know and I will do so accordingly!

A/N: The response to this story has grown beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined and I genuinely thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the privilege of writing for you.  Hope this one ends up being okay and I’ll get to work on the next chapter soon!

***

Headstart—12:17pm:

The sky is so pretty.  There isn’t much to look at on the surface—rolling hills and plains, grassy but with dry bare spots breaking up the green stretches, but the sky.  It’s an oil painting above you, pastel swishes of yellows and pinks and purples with an enormous ringed planet taking up half the horizon and another sizable moon hanging high.

You should probably be running.  Like, for real sprinting, but you can’t push yourself to go faster than a brisk walk.  It’s so… free out here, more hills springing up every time you get to the top of the next, warm air filling your lungs.  Even though you know realistically that the beginning will likely be the hardest—where you need to focus most on running and putting distance between you instead of hiding—truth be told, you’re not foreseeing making it more than a full day.  You’re going to try, obviously, but in the grand scheme, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least if he finds you tomorrow.  So, instead of wasting all your energy going as fast as you physically can right out of the gate, you just decide to stroll and think for a little bit.

You know what your goal is.  Obviously, to last as long as you can, but more specifically… well, if Din is going to chase after you, then he’s going to try to think like you.  Anticipate your movements, if he can’t already see the tracks you leave plain as day.  Very soon, he’ll be walking this same exact pathing, following the footprints you’re leaving behind, but if you’re ever able to shake him or throw him off course, he doesn’t have a tracking fob.  He doesn’t have any mechanical device that points him in your direction—if you can lose him with the footprints, then he’ll have to rely solely on predicting you. Which means you need to think… exactly the opposite of yourself if you want to outsmart him.

That’s harder than it sounds though, because… is he going to predict you predicting him?  At what point does it stop?  You somehow have trouble seeing this as an advantage the way he said it would be—you almost wish you had someone else chasing you, someone you didn’t know and someone who didn’t know you if only so this paradox could end before it begins.

You’re walking for about ten minutes before spotting a dirt road in the distance.  There’s a person following it in the direction of the sun—you don’t know this planet’s magnetic field but you do know it’s after noon and the sun would set on Arvala-7 in the west, so that’s what you’ll call it for now.  You call out to them as soon as you’re in range, and the stranger turns to you.

“Excuse me!”  It’s a woman, you see it as you get closer.  “I’m so sorry to bother you, but can you tell me where this road leads?”

She removes a sheer yellow shawl covering her dark hair and gives you a friendly smile.  “Hello,” the lady greets, before spinning around and pointing back the way she came.  “Osiruu is a few hours that way.  There’s not much there, but it will take you to G’ila, a transport hub with many opportunities for drifters, or Nariss, the capital.  I’m on my way to Shabeth,” she points in the other direction.  “It’s far—a day’s walk, but it’s a holy place and offers quite the view.  I would be glad for the company, but I understand its lack of practical appeal.”

So this place is safe enough to be inviting strangers along on your travels, noted.  You’re going to have to make the decision right now, then.  Which path should you take?

Something deep inside you tells you that you want to see this holy place, and just from a few sentences, you already like this woman and feel safe with her.  But then all of a sudden, you remember something.

Last known locations tell you a lot about a quarry, Din’s voice drifts back to you, sounding soft and distant from the dark forests of Naboo.  Smart ones go to populated planets, planets like Coruscant, planets that make it nearly impossible to find people.  Brave ones go to dangerous planets, suicidal ones try their luck in the Unknown Regions, idiots continue to go about their business on their homeworld without caring.  But planets like this—like Naboo… those are the pacifists.  The ones that don’t ever put up a fight.

You suppose you should decide what kind of quarry you want to be.  Friendly company and a view is something you normally crave—it’s something your soul speaks to after going without it for so long during your previous life.  You never pictured yourself as the fighting type.  When Din first asked you, you told him you wouldn’t run from him if he was chasing you, and choosing to accompany this kind stranger to her destination is essentially just that.  Sacrificing a chase for a pretty view.

“Does Shabeth have a sizable population?”  You ask her, and she shakes her head.

“It’s the sight of an annual pilgrimage that happens in a few months, but it’s beautiful there and I like to go whenever I can,” she tells you with a soft smile.  “But there’s nothing for miles outside it, I’m afraid.”

Your footprints will lead directly there.  He’ll find you easily.

“It sounds very nice, but I need to find somewhere with a lot of people,” you give her an apologetic smile.  Truly, you think she would’ve made for a nice friend.  “Thank you for your help, though, and good luck with your journey!  I hope we meet again.”

“Do you need any food or supplies?”  She asks you, and you stop short of passing her by.  “I don’t have much with me, but know what it’s like to be a newcomer to Sanctuary II.  I’d be glad to help.”

Good Maker, is this how everybody is here or did you just hit the jackpot with this lady?  She seems like… you, almost.  Her voice is gentle, she looks like she’d give nice hugs.  You’re about to politely turn her down, but then you realize the brilliant opportunity that’s presented itself in her image.

“Actually, this might sound like a really strange question, but…” you tell her, before looking down at her feet.  “Wanna trade shoes with me?”

***

Headstart—6:12pm:

You don’t think it’ll work, but as you walk into a small settlement a few hours later in a unfamiliar and worn pair of sandals, you decide that you’ll need to do this as often as possible.  You can’t come up with anything else that’ll throw him off your physical trail besides constantly switching shoes—is that bad?  Are you just an idiot with no hope?  You’ve had—you check your watch—like, five hours to think of a game plan, and all you’ve come up with is shoes?  You’re screwed.

At least there’s food here.  Plenty.  There’s vendors stationed along the street, multiple people passing by and going about their business.  Osiruu, that nice woman said—not much here, but you think she was wrong.  There’s children giggling and jumping rope on the corner, a shopkeeper sweeping her storefront, a graying man with an empty cup plucking an unfamiliar melody on an unfamiliar instrument—and while your tummy growls and you know you should quickly buy supplies and be on your way, you still stop for just a few minutes to listen.

It’s a lovely tune.  You drop a few credits in his cup after he finishes and find yourself humming it as you look at the plethora of goods being offered by the vendors.  Water, food—you buy enough of everything to sustain you for at least a couple days, not wanting to go hungry but also feeling realistic over optimistic.  The cuisine is foreign and you just point to things that look appetizing since you’re not sure about the name or pronunciation, but after paying and taking a bite into a rather large piece of purple fruit, your eyes nearly cross at how sweet and tasty it is.  Holy Maker, that might just be the best thing you’ve ever tasted.  You ask for two more after you finish the first, tucking one in your backpack next to your blaster and munching on the other as you keep browsing.

Suddenly you see shoes—yes.  Fucking shoes, your salvation.  You take a good look at all your options, of which, there aren’t many.  Generic men's, women's, and children's, all in the same color and design.  It’s good in a way—you see most people walking around in the same type of clothing here and you pray there’s not a way for him to track your gait or the whole thing is a bust, but truthfully, what you’re most worried about is the fact that you’ll create a brand new set of footprints wherever your old ones disappear.  Unless you trade with someone else, you won’t ever have a back pathing, you know that Din will probably be able to easily spot it.

“Three pairs of these, please,” you point to the correct shoes and tell him your size, but then—“Oh wait, actually, can I actually have one of them that’s the next size up?  And another that’s the same but in men's?”

The man behind the counter gives you an odd look but acquiesces, measuring the size of your preferred pair to multiple men’s shoes to find one that looks roughly the same—you doubt he’s ever had a request like this, but you’re also a generous tipper.  His smile is grateful when you tell him to keep the change and then you’re stuffing the new shoes into your backpack and moving onward.

Would there be some kind of map here, you wonder?  One that shows distance so you won’t waste time trying to reach a place you won’t be able to walk to?  That lady said a transport hub and the capital are through this settlement, but she didn’t provide much information beyond that.  You don’t want to be in the middle of nowhere when he finally catches up to you, you’ll need some place to hide.

When you stop to ask an elderly gentleman as he passes by, he freely provides you a basic gist.  There’s a large forest beyond Osiruu—after it will be a road that passes through a few notable places, with a town called Sijua to the west that leads north to G’ila, and Devain to the east that leads northeast to Nariss.  Both are within walking distance, though it may take a couple days to reach your destination.

Alright then.  Through the forest, you suppose.  You probably should’ve asked which way is east, but he’s already leaving and you don’t have the nerve to ask him to stop again.  You have a finger point, that’s all you need.  Making sure to use one of the small restrooms near the square before heading out, you eventually decide to make your way towards the direction he said this forest would be.

***

Headstart—6:58pm:

A bus.

You’re not going to take it, of course, but it’s the perfect solution to the problem you’ve been mulling over.  It’s at the very edge of the small settlement, and you quickly speed up into a half-jog as soon as you hear its engine running.

“Last call for the seven o’clock!”  A large man stationed near the doors yells as you approach.  “Last bus to G’ila until tomorrow!”

The sun is setting and you have to extend your hand out in front of you to not be blinded by it.  “Hello,” you give him a smile, before grabbing one of the handles on the side and stepping up onto the metal platform.

“Ah!”  The man quickly stops you, moving to stand in front of the open doors.  He’s as wide as he is tall, big enough that he blocks the entire exit.  “That’ll be ten credits, miss.”

“Oh,” you say, patting your empty pockets and pulling your eyebrows inwards, trying not to move too much in case the sizable amount of credits you have stashed in your backpack happen to rattle.  “Oh, no.  I think I lost my wallet.”

He sighs.  “Off the bus then please, miss.  Come back tomorrow if you find it.”

You nod, leaning your forearm against the paneling and beginning to take your shoes off.  “Will it be parked in the same place exactly?”

The driver looks curiously at you, clearly confused at both the strange question and your strange actions.  “I’m sorry?  Please—off the bus.”

“One second,” you tell him, now barefoot on the platform and digging into your backpack for the slightly larger sized shoes you bought earlier.  The sound of credits clink against your blaster, but you hope he takes your lead in purposefully ignoring them.  “Does the bus to G’ila park in this spot every single day?”

“Yes,” the man tells you impatiently, eyeing the way you’re stepping into the new pair with a subtle look of distaste.  Everyone is polite here, it seems.  “It will arrive back at seven am sharp with passengers from G’ila, in the same exact place.  Please get off the bus.”

“Thank you, sir,” you tell him with a smile, watching him step to the side to allow you to drop down into the dirt again and continue on your way.

Brilliant, if you do say so your fucking self.  Eliminate the need for a back pathing.  All footprints facing this direction are going to be the first footprints, and all of them facing the opposite way are going to be the last; if Din manages to figure out you didn’t take the bus, then he won’t be able to tell which new set are yours and which belong to the other passengers.  You pray the helmet can’t track gaits, but while you’re still paying enough attention, you make sure to keep your steps just slightly longer and even try placing more weight on the edges of your feet to make it look like you have a slightly higher arch than you actually do.  You’d put a pebble inside of them or something, but you know you’re going to be walking through the night and you don’t want to commit to having your feet hurt more than you already know they’re going to.

Eventually the quaint shops and small houses disappear behind you, and the sun setting over the horizon turns the clouds above turn more dusty green and brown than yellow and pink.  You hope Din opened up the ramp after you left.  You want him to see the sky.

***

Headstart—9:34pm

The forest here is different from Naboo, too.

Maybe it was because you only saw it while you were in crisis-mode, but that forest seemed much scarier and darker than this one.  The vegetation there was thick and overgrowing, but these trees look like they’ve never had leaves on them at all.  No twigs or small branches that sprout from the trunks—the branches are all thick and gnarly, criss-crossing with each other with how close they’ve grown together.  You bet their roots are practically one at this point, stretching for miles and miles but all sharing the same system.

Because there aren’t any leaves, there's nothing to block the moonlight shining clear and crystalline through the twisting maze of branches.  Sanctuary II appears to have a sister moon—Sanctuary I, perhaps?—that’s likely a similar size, because it’s the same one you've seen all day and it’s barely moved a few degrees that you can tell.  It must orbit incredibly close and be tidal-locked with this one then.  Two massive satellites swinging around each other as they circle a ringed gas giant, but it makes a stunning view and reflects more than enough light to see.

The sky is deep blue and maroon and you’ve been walking in a straight line for hours, using the stationary moon overhead as your guide.  The only issue with this plan that you’ve been able to come up with is that there’s no widely traveled path through the trees—even you can see your footprints and the clear trail you’re leaving behind.  You’ve been trying for a while to figure out another clever evasion tactic, but it’s harder than it sounds.  Can’t just change shoes again, that’ll be a dead giveaway.  How do you lose him?

You stop for a second, reaching into your bag to grab some water and stay hydrated.  Looking up once more at the beauty of the swirling colors peeking through the branches above you, you find yourself pausing after returning the bottle to your pack.  There are… an atrocious number of branches up there, and all of them are long and tangled and thick.  Sturdy.

You’ve… never climbed a tree before.

Without thinking much beyond that, you decide to bend your knees and jump, grabbing hold of one of the strong wooden tubes over your head and then swinging your legs up.  Ouch—the bark scrapes against your palms and you have to hold on tight with your thighs while you shimmy yourself upwards, but at least the wood is solid as fuck.  It takes you a minute or two, but you’re eventually able to shuffle yourself around so you’re straddling the thick branch, and then you look out to see the large collection of them criss-crossing in every direction around you.

Oof, this is dangerous.  You know it even before you start.  The gaps leading to the ground are bigger and more numerous than your potential pathing forward, but the only thing that gives you reassurance is how thick the wood is—you’re almost certain the branches aren’t going to break as long as you’re careful.

Okay.  Shoes, these are too big for the kind of dexterity you’re going to need.  You take them off slowly, being extra careful not to drop them, and then exchange them with the better-fitting pair you bought earlier, making a mental note that the sandals and the larger shoes are the two you’ve already worn.  If your pursuer manages to catch on to the multiple footprint changes, your most recent ones should ideally just… disappear right there, shouldn’t they?

You grin, before struggling into a low crouch and looking around your wooden cage for a safe way forwards.

***

Headstart—11:37pm:

Water.

A blessing, and not because you’re thirsty.  You have clean water in your bag and decades of habits formed in the desert to ensure you’re taking breaks and drinking enough—what you need is a way to disguise your footprints once you get back on the ground again.  This was good; scuttling your way along thick and twisting branches for as long as you have was time-consuming and exhausting, but it allowed you to avoid touching the ground for at least a mile or so, which means he’ll have to comb that entire radius to look for your drop.

And it was fun.

You even found yourself giggling as you ducked and scooted, ignoring the bark scraping your skin and your panting breaths, the way your face got sweaty and hot.  You had to do some brave maneuvers at tricky spots—jumping, balancing, hugging—but it almost just felt like an exciting little obstacle course for you and you’re honestly having a fucking blast right now.

Water, though.  Water is an unexpected beauty, even more than you’ve always considered it to be.  Water is an eroder.  Not only powerful enough to smooth down the rough edges of strong elements over time, but it will hide your footprints as soon as you create them and leave no indication that you were ever there.

Eventually you see it—a babbling stream cutting a considerably wide line through the trees.  You creep forward and hang tight to a branch above you to make sure you won’t fall, wiping the sweat on your brow with your other hand as you study the terrain.  The water is… a considerable distance below you, maybe about ten or so feet, and there’s quite a few branches on either side that extend and hang out over it.  You could probably find your way to the other side somehow, but something tells you to avoid the road beyond the forest if you can.  It leads to multiple places, it would be better to follow the stream until you can eventually merge with it later.

That means you’re… fuck.  You’re going to have to jump, aren’t you?

It’s the only way—you can’t leave footprints which means you’re going to need to land in the water.  The trees clear too far from the shoreline, so you can’t shimmy down the trunk of one for a shorter fall.  You’re going to have to climb out on one of those long branches until you’re suspended over the stream, and then you’re going to have to lower yourself as far as you can and then let go.  With your height already accounting for at least half the distance plus the length of your arms as you hang, you should only have to drop two or three feet before reaching water, and then maybe another two feet to the floor under it.  It looks forgiving enough—the moonlight shines and the stream is clear and you can mainly just see sand at the bottom, no sharp rocks or other potential dangers to be found.  This… this is doable.

Okay.  If you pull this off, you’re a badass.  If you don’t break any bones or seriously injure yourself in any way, you deserve some kind of commendation.  This is probably kiddie shit to Din, who keeps literal rockets strapped to his back and jumps out of ships flying thousands of feet above the ground, but this is a challenge for you and you’re feeling just excited enough to be up to it.

You’re eventually able to climb onto the thickest, sturdiest branch you can see that happens to hang over the water, straddling it and beginning to scoot.  Your thighs are killing you at this point but you’re holding deathly tight to the wood, your movements becoming more and more cautious the further away from the trunk you get.

You’re directly above the water now, but you need to go out a little further.  Aim for right in the middle so you don’t accidentally leave any tracks or prints on the shoreline if you need to catch yourself.  The unfamiliar wood in this forest is admittedly sturdy, but the branch begins to subtly sag with your weight as you keep slowly scooting forward, and you’re just about to the correct spot when—

Day 1–12:00am:

“Sweet girl.”

—You nearly fucking fall.

“Maker,” you gasp, suddenly scrambling to catch yourself on the branch before you can plummet.  It creaks and groans under your weight but supports you nonetheless, and when you’re one hundred percent certain it isn’t going to break, you jerk your head down to the communicator and see that it’s midnight, on the dot.

Shit.

Your heart slams against your ribs and your arms shake with adrenaline while you study it for just a moment longer, trying to calm the fuck down.

“Hey,” Din’s voice comes sharply from your wrist, crackling and tinny through the comm, nearly scaring you again.  “Answer me.”

You don’t want to sacrifice your grip right now, but you have no doubt he’ll fly the Crest out to you if you don’t respond.  So you quickly let go to press a button on the front face and then latch onto the branch tight once more, raising your voice because you can’t risk bringing your wrist up to your mouth to speak.  You hope he’ll be able to hear without the microphone picking up the sound of the stream below.  “Uh.  Ahem.  Hello.  Yes?”

“You’re too quiet,” Din’s disembodied voice immediately informs you.  “Or something on your side is too loud.  There’s an earpiece built into the side of the communicator, take it out and use it instead.”

You study the wrist brace without moving, until you finally see what he’s talking about.  It’s a small, wireless piece of machinery hidden on the left side of the electronic display, and you quickly pop it out and stuff it into your ear just in time to hear the sound of hydraulics clanging through the speaker as you clutch the branch again.  You’d know that sound anywhere, it’s the ramp of the hull closing.

“Are you already on the move?”  You ask him incredulously, your thighs starting to go numb with how deathly tight you’ve been squeezing this tree.

“Can’t sleep,” Din murmurs, sounding so much closer and deeper than before.  Does he have his earpiece on under the helmet or something?  Stars, is that why his voice sounds that good?  It’s like it’s coming from inside your own head, bassy and rough.  “Ready or not.”

You huff, your tummy going warm.  Of course he can’t sleep, of course he’s going to look for you as soon as he’s allowed to.  If he waited until morning, you’d probably be slightly offended.  You try to slow your heart rate into something acceptable, but being this far above water and hearing his baritone murmur directly in your ear make it difficult.  “But I’m… sleepy.”

“You’re always sleepy,” he tells you, and though you can’t actually hear him walking, the sound of his footsteps shake through his voice just slightly as he speaks.

“Hang on,” you huff, ducking your head to drag it against your shoulder, keeping the sweat from your eyes without using your hands, “you’re gonna make me stay up all night just because you do?  This isn’t fair—”

“Fair wasn’t part of the rules.”

Well.  Fair.

Stars, you can’t stay here.  You don’t know how long he wants to check-in for, but you’re also not confident with this branch’s ability to hold you for an extended time when you’re this far out from the trunk.  You need to get in that stream one way or another, but now that he’s here, you have an extra problem.  Din is going to hear you no matter what.

“Um.  Can you give me a second?”  You ask him, glancing around to make sure there’s no better way of doing this.  Nope, you realize very quickly—this is the best idea you’ve got, and you don’t really know what that says about the quality of all your other ideas.

“What?”  Din grunts shortly, but you just clear your throat.

“I need to… mute myself.  Give me like… five minutes.”

“What are you talking abou—”

“You of all people cannot be upset about asking for five minutes of quiet,” you return testily, looking down at the distance to the stream once more.  That’s a long way.  You… you can’t swim obviously, but again, the water doesn’t look too deep.  Just a couple feet likely, shouldn’t go past your knees.

It’s fitting that he doesn’t say anything, which you eventually take as disgruntled acceptance, so you quickly press the proper button on your wrist to silence the mic and then take a few deep breaths.  You have a time limit now, you have to do this.

With incredible patience and precision, you eventually slide until you’re clutching the branch upside down like an only slightly quicker and less coordinated sloth, before slowly dropping your legs and hanging over the water.

It’s… admittedly a bit further down than you anticipated, or maybe that’s just you making things worse than they actually are, but you’re committed at this point and there’s no going back.

You close your eyes, count to three, and then you let go.

The sandy floor meets your feet with considerable force and you make a hell of a splash doing it, nearly falling but just barely managing to keep yourself balanced and upright at the last second.  The water is cool and comes up just over your knees, your backpack miraculously didn’t get wet and all your limbs remain shaky but unbroken.

Okay.  Okay, fucking success.  It feels… thrilling, accomplishing a dangerous feat, and you quickly let out a loud whoop before clearing your throat, trying to sound normal as you press a button on the communicator’s face once more.

“Mando?”  You ask, slightly out of breath.  “Sorry about that, I’m back.”

Okay, now which way do you go?  Downstream seems like the easier path after getting in so much unexpected exercise, so that’s the one you go with.  As soon as you lift your foot from the sand bed, you watch your footprint almost immediately disappear through the moonlit water, and you bite your lip at just how well everything turned out for you.

After a moment though, you realize he hasn’t answered you.  You look down at the communicator again to make sure you pressed the right thing.  “Hello?  Shiny?”

“Did you trade shoes with someone?”  Din’s voice suddenly comes through the earpiece, sounding absolutely incredulous.

“Shit,” you tell him, trying not to smile.  “Hoped that was gonna buy me more time.”

“It… might’ve, if you kept walking in the same direction as they were,” he informs you after a moment.  “Your shoes went south, but this other pair got all the way out here just to turn back around again?  Good idea, but the execution needs work.”

Maker, he’s smart.  It was the first attempt at a footprint change so you weren’t thinking much beyond tricking the tracking mechanism in his helmet, you ignored his logic completely.  Essentially, the exact opposite of what he told you to do.  You like to think you’re getting better at it by this point, thinking beyond just the original exchange, and you’re hoping you’ll be able to trick him with at least one of the other fifty times you changed shoes today.  You’ll have to see tomorrow night, if you can make it that long.

Also, the road you were on apparently goes north-south, that’s important information you make sure to take note of.  The man in Osiruu said Devain and Nariss are to the east, and that Sijua and G’ila are westward, right?  Remembering that you thought south was west earlier, you do some quick calculating and immediately come to a stop in the moving water as soon as you figure out your positioning, turning around and walking upstream instead.

You want to go to Nariss.  The capital, and the biggest city in walking distance.  Smart quarry go to populated places, places that make it nearly impossible to find people.

“Alright.  Mando: one, Me: zero,” you finally acknowledge, swinging your backpack around and unzipping it to dig inside for another piece of fruit.  You’ve been hungry for hours but had to use both hands to stay safe and far above the ground, it’s the perfect time to eat.  “How’s the baby?  Behaving himself?”

“He kept trying to follow you after you left,” comes Din’s response, and you stop with just your teeth piercing the flesh, wondering if you heard him right.  You actually open your jaw and pull the fruit away with just a bite mark in it.

“You’re joking.”  No fucking way, not that little demon.

“Wish I was,” he tells you solemnly.  “Made a fuss, tried to open the ramp a few times.  Didn’t cause any trouble after, just… pouted.”

That’s… that’s exactly how he responded the very first time Din left the kid on the ship with you instead of bringing him along.  He threw a fit, tried to ditch you for his dad multiple times, and then ultimately just looked cute and mopey with his limp ears until Din came back.  Do you think it’s just him rebelling against change?  That has to be it, right?

“He better not be giving you any hints about where I am,” you warn his father.  “I’d tell you to put him on but I don’t want the earpiece getting lost forever.”

You hear it.  The softest laugh—barely a breath, coming after years of learning to make it just quiet enough not to be registered by the helmet.  It gets picked up by the communicator in all its understated beauty when normally it’d be silent, and it’s just jarring enough to make you careless.

On your next step, you accidentally lift your foot too high and make a splash, and you already know you fucked up before he can say a single word.

“What’s that sound?”

You immediately stop moving, allowing the cool water to move as silently as possible past your stationary knees.  Shit.  “Uh.  What sound?”

You think he purposefully doesn’t say anything.  Probably because it feels a little like cheating, doesn’t it?  It’s to your disadvantage, having him be able to catch hints from your environment when he’s the one who made check-ins mandatory, but then again… how smart do you think he is?  Something tells you that he might not need to track you at all—what are the chances he stumbles upon this little stream and just naturally assumes you were clever enough to use it to hide your trail?  Did you waste time trying to engineer a vanishing act when it’s not going to matter regardless?

Oh well, too late now.  You quickly decide to change the subject.

“You should try the big purple fruit that one vendor sells when you get into Osiruu, by the way,” you tell him pleasantly, taking a big chomp out of it and then letting out an extended hum of delight that only really fucking good food or sex causes a person to make.  “I’m eating one right now, it’s so good.  Be the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”

“Mm.  Doubt it,”  immediately comes his low response.  Fucking immediately.

“Mando,” you gasp, scandalized and giddy enough that juice dribbles down your chin a bit.

“Are you having fun?”  Din asks, instead of pushing the conversation any further in that direction.  You don’t know if you’re thankful or disappointed with how quickly he decided to abort, but you take a moment to consider his question while swallowing and wiping your mouth.  Not the answer, you know the answer—but why he bothered to ask.  Did he know you were going to enjoy yourself as much as you have?  Your only possible lament is how you’re talking to him through a communicator instead of having him next to you.

“I am,” you say warmly.  “Be… be better if you were here, though.”

“Give me your coordinates,” Din proposes, and his voice is just low and rumbly enough to make you pause.

You’re really, really proud of yourself for only considering it for a few seconds before scoffing.  “Psh.  Nice try.”

“Was worth a shot,” he sighs through the earpiece, and you smile, taking another bite of fruit.

“Ask me again tomorrow,” you offer, grinning at the implication.

“We’ll see,” you hear him return, and though his tone doesn’t really change, you know he’s probably rolling his eyes.  He won’t have to ask for your coordinates because he’ll already be there, but it’s nice to pretend for a while longer.

And then you both walk all through the night, sharing casual banter with each other for hours.  He never once implies he wants to disconnect, even when you hit him with more nonsensical questions—

“What’s your favorite food?”  (“I don’t have one.”)

“Okay, well what about just a food that you like?”  (“I don’t like food that much.”)

“What do you mean?  Everyone loves food.”  (“Not me.”)

“Alright, well um.  What’s your favorite color, then?”  (“I don’t have one, either.”)

“Come on, you must have some kind of color you like.”  (“What’s your favorite color?”)

“…Brown.”  (“Then that’s my favorite, too.”)

—until the sun rises and you both say your goodbyes.

***

Day 1–6:15am:

You resolve to waiting until you see another person to allow your feet to touch dry land, figuring the longer you stay untraceable, the better off you’ll be.  Your toes are wrinkly and your pantlegs and shoes have been drenched for hours, but then you finally spot a few fishermen standing upstream with their backs to you, speaking to each other in the dawning light.  Two look to be full-grown, but there’s a smaller one in the middle, maybe a teenage boy, and you pause for a second, looking at the riverbank next to them.  All their valuables—water, food, bait, extra rods, but also… their shoes.

Quietly, you reach into your backpack and remove the pair of men’s shoes you bought earlier.  The ones closest to you on the shore seem to be the smallest, so you sneak over as silent as possible and rapidly make an exchange, fitting the new ones on your wet feet before allowing yourself to touch dry land and then speed walking away.

The ones you left him are newer and roughly the same size anyways—yikes, maybe slightly smaller now that you’re thinking about it—but at least you have a back pathing.  If that kid decides to take your offering and the shoes fit, Din will follow him, and if he decides to go barefoot instead, he should still follow him, right?  You’re not really aiming to trick him outright, mostly you just want him to waste more and more time.  This likely wouldn’t work if there wasn’t a time limit attached to this hunt, but you’re going to do everything you can to disappear while he’s still far enough behind you.

***

Day 1–7:06am:

You get to Devain remarkably quickly after finding the correct road.  The pit stop is much bigger than Osiruu, big enough to call an actual town instead of just a settlement, but still not large enough to feel concealed.  You want a city.  This place at least has cars and ships moving about and overhead respectively, but you’re looking for somewhere with lines.  Somewhere that feels as cramped and busy as possible.

Still, you find a restroom to use and then decide to grab some more food for your trip, happily spotting your new favorite purple fruit in one of the shop windows.  As you’re reaching out to hand the storekeeper the appropriate amount of credits, Din’s gruff voice comes through the earpiece so suddenly that you jump, nearly dropping them all on the counter.  “Hey.”

“Holy shit, what?”  You gasp, earning a confused look from the lady in front of you.  You quickly shake your head at her and mouth an apology while Din grumbles in vexation.

“You were supposed to stay on foot.”

Ah.  So he got to the bus, then.  Okay.

“Oh,” you answer ambiguously, exchanging the money for your bag of food and giving her a polite smile.  Din stays completely mute while you grab your snack, stuffing the rest of the goods in your backpack and then turning to leave—mute for so long that you have to double check you didn’t accidentally do it yourself.

“…Smart girl,” you finally hear him say.  Quietly muttered under his breath, half proud of you and half frustrated for making his job more difficult.  “Which one of these is yours then?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you announce, before taking a large bite as you leave the establishment and talking with your mouth full.  “You really gotta try the purple fruit, it’s great.”

The communicator abruptly clicks to silence on his end without anything else and you laugh so unexpectedly that a few pieces of it fly out of your mouth.

***

Day 1–1:32pm:

Somewhere miles away from you, Din jerks to a halt in the middle of a forest.

He looks around the dirt floor, walks a few paces and hears the kid coo gently from his cradle.  Behind the visor, the red footprints he’s circling are the last ones around for hundreds of meters, as far as his display can read.

His helmet slowly tilts upwards, and follows the endless maze of thick branches overhead.

With the beskar hiding his face, no one can see the way he slowly breaks into a beautiful grin.

***

Day 1–9:51pm:

Oh.  Oh stars, you’re tired.

You’ve been walking all day without really seeing anything, not having any place to disguise your tracks in the wide open plains.  You could’ve stuck to the road, but you started to feel the exhaustion creep in during the early afternoon and you wanted to be far away from other travelers and potential danger if you needed to rest.  You knew this would be a long journey when you left Devain earlier—over a day’s walk, a group of children told you—you even tried skipping or jogging a bit to see if that would inspire more energy in you, but it didn’t help much.

The large cup of caf you bought while in town was drained hours ago and it didn’t help much either, probably because your exhaustion is more physical and not necessarily mental.  It just felt like a sweet warm drink to sip before you go to sleep, that’s how much the caf helped.  Still, you kept walking, kept moving forward even as you squinted in the setting sun, your feet aching from traveling for this long wearing unfamiliar shoes.  The last time you changed them was hours ago, pulling another bus maneuver but with an air shuttle instead.  Still, you don’t think it’ll be enough.  You don’t even know where Din is but you already feel like you’re losing ground just knowing that he’s the one in pursuit.

You feel it—the hair standing up on your neck, the tingles in your hands, the stirring of your tummy—whatever the incessant gogogo that your instincts happen to scream when you’re in first place but you know the person behind you is quickly closing in.  It’s day fucking one, it’s day one and you feel him in the wind as it brushes through your hair, you can’t even pause to rest because nobody knows better than you that he’s an absolute fucking machine when he wants to be.  The kid may have powers beyond that which can be explained by the laws of nature, but Din is a force all his own.  He drives you forward when everything inside you is telling you to stop.  He keeps you awake and determined when you just desperately need to rest.

But that only goes so far.  You’re bordering on two full days without sleep, and though you’d normally be able to suffer through, the constant movement is just brutal after being confined to a stationary ship for so long.

There’s a lone tree in the distance, you think.  It’s hard to see.  Not because it’s dark—well it is, just a bit darker tonight compared to last, but mostly because your eyelids have grown heavier and more burdensome than the bag around your shoulders.  That looks like a good place to just sit for a second, right?  Maybe eat some more food, try and wake yourself up?  Yeah, that’s a good idea, you’ll head towards the tree and just… sit…

***

Day 2–12:00am:

Completely dead to the galaxy and sitting on your ass with your back against rough bark, the comm clicks and Din’s voice comes through the earpiece.

“Wake up.”

It startles you enough to make you lurch forward and jerk your head around in a panic, looking for any flash of beskar so you can instantly break opposite to it.  You scramble on all fours to look around but you don’t see anything, not even behind the trunk when you crawl, and then you take a deep breath and use the bone of your wrists to rub your eyes vigorously after a moment, knowing your hands are filthy.  “Fuck, how’d you—”

“You’re always sleepy,” Din repeats, and you collapse back into the tree with an exhausted groan, not entertained but not even having the energy to get mad about it.

“I… I gotta sleep,” you tell him, already feeling your body let go of its tension and search for the darkness of unconsciousness once more.  “Shit.  How d’you… mm.  Stay awake all the time…”

“Sleep,” Din encourages, you can still hear him walking.  “You need rest.  I’ll see you soon.”

No—

“No,” you whine like a child, moaning and shoving yourself upright.  Maker, you’re trying to focus, but asking that of yourself is almost impossible right now.  Everything swims—you were dreaming, you think, but you can’t remember and it’s not important other than to emphasize how woozy you are.  Things still feel like a dream, somehow.

You think he can hear your struggling through the comm, because the sound of his footsteps pause.  “Go to sleep.”

“You go to sleep,” you tell him bluntly, giving your head a violent shake to try and wake you up.  You want to slap your own cheek but you don’t want him to hear it.  “I can’t sleep if you don’t.”

“I’ve have at least a couple more days in me before that happens,” Din murmurs, and you bet he knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing to you.  You start to slouch, hearing the voice he uses when he’s curled around your body in the darkness of the hull.  So warm, so gentle.  If you use your imagination, you can feel his fingers drawing slow circles on your back, the vibration of his low voice rumbling against your ear as you lay your head on his chest.  “If I hunt you the way I’d hunt a quarry, I’m going to find you before you wake up.”

“Then I’ll jus’ have to… not let tha’ happen,” you slur.  Even this close to unconsciousness, you try your best to throw in a misdirect.  “Already… paid for the bed an’ everything.”

“Sure you did.  You in another tree?”

You immediately frown even as your eyes drop closed, too tired to fight but still managing to sound upset.  “You makin’ fun of me?”  You ask him with a harumph.  Genuinely, you’re not smart enough to figure it out right now.

“Not hardly,” Din sighs, sounding… you don’t know.  Is that displeasure or not?  It’s not immediately clear.  Does it sound that way because you’re just dumb stupid right now?  Or because Din can’t actually decide how he feels about it?  “Lucky I heard water over the comm last night, I would’ve wasted hours in that forest.”

“Noooo,” you whine in response, trying to push yourself off the tree but tipping sideways in the process, “that’s not fair—”

“Fair wasn’t part of the rules,” he repeats himself again and… nope, you don’t even have the energy to snark something back.  You just grumble your best imitation of him while you do everything you can to heave yourself upright.  It’s pitiful, you lose your balance not even halfway through and just plop on the grass for a second and groan.

“Stop,” Din eventually orders through the earpiece, tired of it.  “What’s sixteen times itself?”

You’re loopy to the point where you don’t even question why he decided to ask you that.  You just furrow your brows for a second and try to think about it, before suddenly realizing you… don’t know, you can’t remember.  Multiplication tables and squares up to twenty are elementary to you, you know them by heart.  Sixteen times sixteen.  One forty-four.  No… no that doesn’t sound right, is that twelv—

You take way too long answering what would’ve been an immediate response two days ago.

“I’ll stop here for tonight,” Din tells you with a resolved sigh.  “I won’t move until you wake up.  Go to sleep.  You’re putting yourself in danger, you can’t even do the basics.”

Later, this moment will come back to you.  That problem isn’t basic, not many adults would be able to tell you very quickly that the answer is two fifty-six.  You don’t even think Din would.  You would, though.  On Naboo, you used rapidly applied trigonometry in your head to find his location, and that was barely two minutes after waking up.  You should know this.  And he knows you.

But for right now, you don’t pay it a single lick of attention.

“You promise?”  You ask quietly, voice incredibly small as your head tilts back towards the sky, already feeling yourself beginning to fall back into the darkness again.

“I promise,” he vows in return, gentle but a promise nonetheless.  He doesn’t have to do this.  You wouldn’t be able to keep going even if he didn’t offer up this temporary truce, but knowing he isn’t currently gaining ground on you makes the idea of sleep so much more welcoming, something you want to seek out instead of fight.

“Will you, um…” your expression furrows.  How do you say this?  You sigh, giving up before even trying to figure it out.  “I’m… not in a bed.  I’m outside.”

Din doesn’t say anything when you pause, and even through the haze wanting to take over, you know it’s going to sound needy.  You want him to stay.  Even in the midst of an adventure, you want him to stay, you want to hear him breathe as you rest, but there’s not really an integrous way to ask.

You don’t need to ask.

“I’ll keep the comm open and wake you when the sun rises,” comes his lulling baritone before you can elaborate anymore, enveloping you in comfort in this dreadfully uncomfortable bed of grass and dirt.  “Sleep, sweet girl.  I’m right here.”

***

Day 2–5:34am:

The sun shines over the hills and you lift your head up to squint your eyes at it, confused as fuck.  Looking down at your wrist to check the time in the warm rays, hands and clothes dirty from laying on the ground that long—you stay groggy and clueless for just a moment longer, before your heart lurches when you remember Din’s promise to you.

You open your mouth to address him but then catch yourself just in time.  Wait.  Don’t panic.  Listen.

Breathing.  Slow and relaxed through the earpiece, a rhythm now branded into your memory from months of nights spent in pitch black.  He’s… asleep.

Din is asleep?  Seriously?

You can count like… twice that this has happened, and one of those was because he got you to touch him just right after closing up a wound on his back, and his body couldn’t handle the strain and passed out.  You’re never awake when he’s asleep—you’re just not, it doesn’t happen.  Din… sleeps like it’s just a choice for him, he doesn’t ever really need it.  Almost like how he used to eat before he started sharing meals with you, he said he doesn’t even like food that much.  You think he just severed all of those things long ago, things that are basic fundamentals of survival and operated like a bounty droid that lost its voice box.  It’s… nice, feeling like you’re somehow giving back some of the things he lost.  Unintentionally encouraging him to find sleep again.  Making sure he eats more, listening to him speak.

You struggle to your feet as quietly as possible, hearing him continue to breathe slow and relaxed through the communicator.  This isn’t purposeful, you don’t think he actually allowed it.  He promised you, and Din doesn’t take shit back.  If he tells you he’ll do something and he doesn’t follow through, it’s either out of his control or a mistake, it’s never been purposeful.  He didn’t mean to fall asleep.

And, in other circumstances, you most definitely would not find some way to take advantage of this.  You’d let him sleep and do other things in the meantime—make some food for you and the kid, find something on the Crest that isn’t spotless and clean until it is, or just… lay there next to him until he woke up.  But… these circumstances are their own.  You have to capitalize now, this is your chance.  You passed out last night around… ten pm, you think it was, and then he promised to stop at midnight.  That means you have to walk at least two hours before he wakes up if you want to prevent any loss of ground—you don’t know where he stopped, he could be a few miles back even.

You have to find Nariss—you have to.  It’s your only option, if you keep trying to run, it’s just going to make it so much easier for him.  Now is the time to hide.  You know it hasn’t been long, it’s barely been two days since you first left the Crest but it feels like you’re already in endgame, already making moves in self-defense instead of actually planning your maneuvers ahead of time.

The capital should be half a day’s walk from here, then.  As long as you get there, you think you’ll be okay.

***

Day 2–8:28am:

Din’s groan suddenly comes through your ear.

You immediately stop, seeing a busy road in the distance and glad you haven’t quite made it there yet, before trying to disguise your voice as drowsy.  “Mm?”

“Shit,” he breathes, and you hear him get up, the sound of beskar moving as he grunts.

“Mpph,” you groan back, squinting your eyes to see if that’ll help sell the act.  “I thought you… Mando, fuck, y’said you’d wake me when the sun came up.”

“I… fell asleep,” he admits, voice rough with it, sounding just as confused as you felt earlier.

“You said you had days in you before that happened,” you murmur, taking a deep breath and stretching your arms up above your head.  Stars, your back hurts, how does he possibly manage to carry a fucking jet pack around all the time?

“Yeah, I…”  He pauses for a moment and you bite your lip, not liking the quiet as soon as you hear it.  “How long have you been up?”

Op.  Not good.  “Wha?”

He’s not falling for it.  “How long?”

How in Maker’s name?  This is impossible.  How can you hope to hide from him when you can’t even manage to hide the smallest fucking truth from him?  Can you salvage this somehow?  “…Like ten minutes.”

“Least a few hours, then,” he sighs, and you get ready to hit him with the same line he used when you complained about his leg-up, opening your mouth as soon as you hear him speak.  “That was smar—”

“Fair wasn’t part of—”

Oh.  Well.  Apparently you didn’t have a reason to feel shitty about deciding to haul ass while he was passed out even though you kind of ended up doing so anyways.  There was no agreement besides that he wouldn’t move until you woke up.  Reason is on your side, but it still feels a bit like you fucked him over.  Is that valid or are you just so used to being nice that putting yourself first feels like a wrong you’ve committed?

“Don’t feel bad,” Din tells you, and you hear a soft coo in the background.  It makes you smile the smallest bit, your shoulders relaxing even as they ache from carrying your pack around.  “You should feel bad about stealing that poor kid’s shoes, though.  He walked home barefoot.”

You smack your forehead.  “It was just….”

“Yeah,” he scoffs when you don’t finish your sentence, and you can’t keep back a giggle.  “Alright, I’m up now.  See you when you get here.”

And then the communicator clicks, and you’re…

Uh.  What the fuck was that?

No.  Nope, you’re not going to get played.  That was a brilliant attempt at fucking with you, but you’re not falling for it this time.  You’ve grown since that night on Canto Bight, you know him, he can’t just say shit to fuck with your head and then smile at your flailing response from under the helmet anymore.  You normally would stew in that last comment until it got to you, made you make a mistake most likely, but the more you think about it, the more certain you are that he has nothing.  He was just trying to see if you’ll abandon your entire plan just by implying he already knows it.  That’s beginner shit, you’re not falling for it.  Din wanted to leave the conversation with the upper-hand since you gained at least an hour of extra ground while he slept.  You’re certain of it.

***

Day 2–12:35pm:

Nariss is big.  Nowhere near the size of Coruscanti sectors of course, where billions of people are packed from surface to exosphere and require oxygen recirculation towers to breathe at the very top, but just slightly bigger than you expected.  It’s bustling and you haven’t even made it through the city gates yet—you’re approaching them and the large number of people waiting in line, seeing buildings stretch out for miles in front of you and grinning.  Yes, this will work nicely.

As you peek over shoulders in the sizable crowd, you see only two or three people allowing people to enter one at a time… is that a biometric scanner?

Oh.  That looks good and it also doesn’t look good at the same time.  If Din’s safety meant nothing to you, you’d have no trouble whatsoever getting in line and waiting to do a retinal scan, but you immediately pause and consider the potential consequences.

Your dumb ass almost weighs the option of clicking the communicator on and asking his opinion.  You’d give away your location in a heartbeat (if he doesn’t know it already) just because you’re worried he’d… what, exactly?  Stand in line for an hour, take his helmet off in front of a crowd of people, have the system ping his scan, and then hang out and wait for New Republic reinforcements to show?  You have to stop worrying about him.  He’s not a baby, he can handle himself and you need to stop considering the possibility of taking a loss just so he doesn’t have to, even if the self-destructive sentiment feels ingrained in your nature to do so.

So you wait in line, moving at a slow pace but at least moving.  While you’re standing there quietly, a man in front of you decides to strike up a conversation.  You don’t come from a place with an excess of people, but the ones in your sector were friendly and did this kind of thing often, so perhaps for that reason, you decide to chat.

“Do you have some place to stay?”  He asks at one point.  So far the conversation has revolved around him—every time he asks about you, you deflect.  He doesn’t need to know.  “Nariss isn’t kind to drifters.”

This catches your attention, though.  This is relevant.  “What does that mean?”

“It’s expensive?”  He scratches his blonde hair, giving you a soft smile.  “Food, housing, all of it is way out of my price-range.  I stay with my uncle and work overnights at the eastern docks.  It’s not much, but it’s enough to keep a roof over our heads.  We used to live in Gibrath, but then we moved to the city because he’s a good architect and they’re always expanding.  It’s nice, of course, but really expensive.”

He’s handsome, you think… in kind of a boyish, charming way.  Blonde hair, sparkly blue eyes.  He doesn’t look much older than you, and maybe in another lifetime you would’ve found him appealing, but… you like darker features, you think.  Someone a little less expressive.  This guy… talks a lot.

“I thought this moon was a safe world for people displaced by the Empire,” you offer, taking a step forward as the entire crowd shifts.

“Sanctuary II is,” he comments.  “The capital is safe, too—what, with all the orangies walking around,” he tilts his head to two jumpsuited guards trying to organize the glob of people so the line can move faster, rolling his eyes as if they’re some kind of joke.  “But not… welcoming, not if you’re looking for a place to settle.  You would’ve been better off in G’ila.”

“Is there anywhere you know that would take me for free?”  You ask.  You have quite a few credits left, but you don’t think it’s a good idea to stay in an inn.  It’ll be the first place Din checks.

“Are you a virgin?”  He returns, and you immediately pull back at the unexpected question, your heart thudding at the possibility of danger.  The man’s sandy eyebrows shoot up at your response and he quickly apologizes—“Heavens, I’m so sorry to ask like that!  It’s just… the only place I know is the Holy Keja Orphanage on the northern outskirts.  Their signs say they only house children and teenagers, but I’ve heard from other girls your age that they’ll accept any woman as long as they’ve stayed pure in the eyes of the Maker.”

“Oh,” you say after a moment, leaning sideways to see just a few people standing in front of him.  Good, this is almost over.  “Um.  Yep.  That’s me.”

He smiles at you once more, giving you a nod.  “When you get to the city, just go straight through.  It’s about a mile outside of the gates, no more than a day’s walk from this side of town.”

Okay, that’s… interesting.  You think about it while you thank him and begin to exchange polite goodbyes, moving up another step until he’s next in line.  That might actually be a good move.  Din could spend a long time in the city without ever finding you.  Smart quarry go to populated places, but… smarter quarry defy the expectations placed upon them, right?  He knows you’re smart, and even though you’re confident his “See you when you get here” was purely psychological fuckery, that also implies… at the very least, that he’s assuming there is a here to get to.  Meaning, he knows you’re not going into the wilderness to evade him.  He’s not going to comb the outskirts when there are so many places to hide within the city gates, with an entire perimeter of New Republic guards stationed around it.  Even if he does, the signs will say only children and teenagers—categories you do not fall into.

The unnamed man is soon ushered forward but you stop him quickly.  “Oh, by the way.  I doubt this will happen, but if a man in a big metal suit with a tiny green baby happen to ask you the same thing, please don’t tell him what you just told me.”

He furrows his eyebrows at you and cocks his head, but smiles and agrees nonetheless.

***

Day 2–5:43pm:

You have an idea.

You’ve been working on it all afternoon, but you were hit with it the second you were looking for another pair of shoes to buy and find a clever way of putting on.

The cheapest ones were ridiculously overpriced, blonde dude was right.  You blinked down at the tag and asked the salesman where the cheapest shoes in this part of town were, and then he just wrinkled his nose at you and shooed you out of the store.  Granted, you slept in dirt and spent two days walking—you bet you reek, but he didn’t have to be like that.

Though, the man’s displeasure with you had an upside.  You were holding a possible pair of pants and a shirt to buy when he threw you out, not yet having checked the atrocious pricetag on them, but it appeared as if he’d rather let you have them for free than rip them from your… admittedly, pretty filthy arms.  Oh well, you weren’t complaining.  Fancy clothes for free, score.

But now you’re here, and you have the best idea.  You don’t need to change shoes, not yet.  Why?  Because you’ve figured out how to turn your incessant detriment into an advantage.

You’re in the middle of downtown, you think, maybe just some random crowded square, and there’s an inn in front of you.  It’s fucking enormous, and you already know it’s gotta be incredibly expensive just looking at the sheer number of stories.  It’s an eyesore, it sticks out.  But that’s okay, because you’re only planning on staying for a night.

It’s also… right next to New Republic headquarters.  Or fuck, at least a station of some sort, because they’re swarming in and out of the constant crowd, passing by the valet doors.

At first you naturally wanted to steer away from the jumpsuits, since you know they’re bad news for Din, but then you remember what he said before you left.  I’m only telling you so that you’ll know your advantage and find a way to exploit it.  I can’t be seen by any officers, or they might arrest me.

It’s to your advantage, he said so himself.  Everything lines up perfectly—the street is bustling, the inn is well protected, it’s nice—it’s everything you’re looking for.

And there’s another upside, see.  An omnipresent, omniscient ghost in the form of a communicator clipped to your wrist right now.  If Din is always going to be able to predict you, he’s always going to know when you’re lying, always be able to read you… then you’ll just have to let him.

Let him know.  Let him know exactly where you are.  Right in the middle of the most populated street you’ve seen thus far, a constant barrage of people walking by and New Republic officers patrolling.  If you were planning on staying in the city, this would probably be your best option to hide.  He could waste days here if you’re smart about it.

The concierge doesn’t appear too pleased with your lack of cleanliness and neither do you, honestly, but at least he allows you to book a suite for the night.  It’s… not as bad as you were originally assuming, credits-wise, but it’s worth more than half your stash and you’re going to have to conserve from this point on.  It shouldn’t be too bad—your destination is a holy orphanage, you’re sure they’ll have some extra food and a bed for you even if it won’t be ideal.  Still, you think you’re going to enjoy some lavish experiences for once in your life before you go.

***

Day 2–11:54pm:

Alright, so this was the best idea ever.  This is the shit.

You’re leaning back against a fluffy stack of pillows, squeaky clean from an absolutely glorious bath and watching the flickering drama on the large holonet display in front of you.  You don’t have any idea what’s going on, as it’s being broadcast in Rodian, but you haven’t been able to change the frequency because it’s so fucking intense—somebody’s sister is their mother, you think?  No, that must be a mistranslation, right?

You’re also in a robe.  Yes, there is a motherfucking robe in here.  And… and slippers, it’s like a dream.  Do people normally wear slippers in bed?  You do.  Hell, maybe you should stay here, screw the credits and the chase.  This mattress is even better than the one on Naboo and you’re basking in the luxury after being outdoors for so long.

The lights are off other than that and you’ve opened the drapes wide, knowing you’re on something like the fifteenth floor and nobody would be able to see you anyways.  You just like being able to turn your head and look out at the sky.  Violent and periwinkle tonight.  You wonder if he’s looking, too.

Luckily, you snap yourself back out of it and glance down at the time on your communicator, quickly pressing a button on the remote to mute the Rodian show and then opening the line the moment the hour changes.

Day 3–12:00am:

“Hiya, Shiny,” you say before anything else, laying back and running a few fingers through your damp hair.  Your eyes close against the flickering light, taking a slow, relaxed breath.  Maker, this feels nice.

“You sound happy,” Din comments.  Astute, you feel happy.  Well… you’d obviously feel happier if he was here.  Your eyes flick over to the open bathroom door, still steamy from your bubble bath earlier, imagining him walking through it completely naked and then climbing over you on the covers.  You can only really picture it from the neck down—no, hang on… you can see his shaggy brown curls, that one spot on his forehead you know, how his facial hair would be dark and frame his mouth.  No face, though.  Missing just one fraction of him from your imagination, feeling incomplete but also somehow… complete in a way.

“I feel better after sleeping last night,” you tell him, purposefully leaving out the softness of the sheets underneath you, the sheer comfort of all this extravagance.  You don’t need it, you’ll never need it, but it feels nice to have for once.

“I do, too,” he replies quietly, and your eyes flutter closed.  You… miss him.  This mattress would feel softer with him next to you.  He’d probably be able to translate this show for you, even though you already know he’d fucking hate it.  You can imagine it—you with your eyes closed, him propped up on an elbow next to you and grumbling vague descriptions of the nonsense happening on screen just to hear your chuckles.  Adventures are great, but maybe they aren’t as great by yourself, you think.

“You should sleep tonight, too,” you encourage, but he scoffs.

“Not a chance,” Din mutters.  “Oh, before I forget, we need to charge the communicators today.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”  You ask him, glancing at all the multiple wireless charging outlets stationed around you.  “I’m in the middle of nowhere.”

He doesn’t even take a fucking second before responding.  “Good one.”

You grin up at the ceiling, warmth flooding you.  You love him.  Literally every single time, he just knows.  Your curiosity is too overwhelming after this happening so often.  Your plan to distract him relies on him being able to read you, but that doesn’t prevent you from wondering how he does it so accurately, time and time again.  “How do you know?”

“You slept outside last night,” he immediately tells you, like that should mean anything to you.

Does he… does he truly know you well enough to know how much your back and shoulders hurt today?  How much you were aching for a shower and clean clothes?  A bed to sleep on that isn’t dirt or metal?  You give into the accurate prediction with shameless honesty, not caring if he knows it’s the truth.

“This bed is soft,” you murmur gently, dragging your hand across the mattress next to you.  “You should be here.  I’d make you feel good.”

Admittedly, your comfort is making you a bit drowsy and you said it in the easiest way possible, but you didn’t necessarily mean it sexually.  Well… you sort of did—you’d make him feel so good in this bed—but what you meant was more… comforting.  He could take a bath, or a shower, and get all the grime off him.  He could feel clean and unburdened, take a break instead of constantly moving around.  The baby could have a whole bed to himself if he wanted, though you know he’d probably want to be on this one instead.  You could all look at the sky together.

Din is quiet for a little bit, before his voice comes back through the earpiece.  “Are you in an inn?”

“No,” you say, a little too quickly.  Perfect, that sounded just right for a lie.  You are lying, you absolutely are in an inn, the only difference is that you want him to catch on that it’s a lie, so… why does he take way too long before responding?

“Hm.”

What the fuck—why… how is it even physically possible?  He read you that deeply from one single word?  You’re not sure if he’s somehow psychic and figured the whole fucking thing out or if he just knows there’s something off, but it’s still enough to blow you away.

“Are you doing this on purpose?”  You blurt without thinking.

“Doing what?”  He grunts, sounding like he’s stepping over something, his breath changing intensity as he walks.

“If I look out this window right now, am I gonna see you standing out there just messing with me?”  You don’t even know what to believe anymore.  How do you beat this?  If you don’t want him to know the truth, he’ll figure it out, and if you do want him to know the truth, he’ll still figure it out.  His perception is unbelievable.

After a moment of silence, he murmurs gently through the comm.  “I thought you said you were in the middle of nowhere.”  It sounds like he’s smiling.

“I…”  your eyes shift around awkwardly, “am…”

Din lets out a deep sigh.  He’s right, that was bad, even for you.  “I found your bed a few hours ago,” he admits.  You close your eyes as you listen to him make his way closer to you, step by step.  “I’m nowhere near the city yet.  You have time to sleep.”

Your expression furrows and you frown.  “Why are you helping me?”

“Why do you want me to think you’re in an inn?”  He tosses back, and you huff.

“Because I’m trying to outsmart you but you make it really fucking difficult,” you grumble, not happy about him catching on so quick.

“You’ve also gained about four hours on me since we started.”  His voice is gruff.  You don’t know if he thinks it’s a good thing or a bad thing.  “You should give yourself more credit.  I thought I would’ve found you by now, never expected you to get all the way to Nariss.  It’s… not good for me.”

The honesty creeping in makes you go soft.  It makes you want to reciprocate, even if it’s dumb and you haven’t thought it all the way through.  “Wanna know a secret?”

“Tell me.”  His voice is a bed all its own, deep and gentle and safe.

You say it before you lose the nerve.  “I might just turn around and walk back.”

His footsteps stop and you hear a small sound in the background, a quiet little baby noise that suddenly makes your heart ache.  You’re comfortable but incredibly aware of how alone you are.  People pass by on the streets below, cars and hoverbikes honk in the distance and you’re by yourself.  For the first time in over a year, like you have been for years, you’re by yourself.

“Sweet girl,” Din sighs, and all of a sudden… you can feel his arms around you with it.  You feel so… known, somehow.  Every sentiment you could’ve possibly given in your last sentence, he relays his understanding back with his.  He makes you feel loved with it.  “Never wants to run.”

You don’t say anything, because you suddenly realize you’re totally fucking whipped, up down and sideways for his metal ass and the little floating grimlin that follows him around, and you would throw away the fifth quarry, adventure, the sky—literally everything if you could be with the both of them right now.

But again.  You don’t have to say anything, he already knows.  “Give me your coordinates.”

Your eyes pop open and you bite your lip.  Oh, stars.  You hate that you do genuinely consider it.  He could be here, and very soon.  With the jet pack, both of them could be here in less than an hour, probably.  He could take a shower.  Watch these stupid shows with you all night without needing to be on the move, help you build a bed of pillows for the kid on top of this one.  You could be with both of them again, even if it’s only for a little while.

“Ask me again tomorrow,” you finally whisper, looking down at the soft white fabric of your robe, the way one of your slippers is falling off your foot as the holonet program continues to play on mute.

Din’s footsteps eventually start up again, and you both relax in silence together.  You, squinting at the screen because your eyes are getting heavy; him, continuing to travel step by step and gain ground on you.  Let him come.  You’ll be long gone by the time he even makes it to the gates.

It’s been about ten minutes of shared, quiet existence before you hear him bite into something and chew, and your face suddenly lights up.

“Are you eating the purple fruit?”  You ask, your slipper falling off with excitement.  You don’t know why, but it’s like… you’re stoked for him.  Just as proud of him for doing normal things as he does when you step out of your own comfort zone.  You like to think you’re both better that way.  Balanced.

“Mm,” Din replies with his mouth full, and you grin down at your bare legs peeking through the robe while he swallows.

“Is it not the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”  Your voice goes a little breathless with it, and you hear his footsteps stop once more.

“Close,” Din murmurs lowly, sending a small shudder through you.  It suddenly feels a bit warm in here, doesn’t it?  This morning was one of the rare times you were awake while he was asleep… it’s almost always the other way around, and just from the implication in his tone, you’re reminded of the thing he likes doing most when you’re resting.  Maybe he’ll let you do it to him, next time around.  The thought gets you hot enough to warrant the other slipper falling to the floor.

“You’re alone, right?”  You whisper, knowing he must’ve pulled the helmet up to take a bite of the fruit.  He must still be following your path through the hillside, then, not yet reaching the road.

“The kid is awake,” Din tells you, sounding like he’s trying to stop everything before anything starts.  His words are short and clear in their meaning, but…

This has a very small chance of success, you already know.  “…Do you want to—”

“No,” he responds quickly, already way ahead of you.  “We can’t.”

Something in his voice… you don’t know, there’s just something there that makes you feel just a little reckless.  Should you push it?  You’re by yourself in this suite, what can go wrong?

“You can’t,” you correct him quietly, shifting around on the bed just a bit and biting your lip.  It’s a thrill—being able to tease him without having him in front of you, drive him crazy knowing you’re just out of his reach.  “But I can do whatever I want, can’t I?”

There’s a pause, a tense and knowing silence suspended between you before he eventually speaks.

“I’d be real careful,” Din mutters low in warning, but what is he gonna do?

“What are you gonna do?”  You whisper to him devilishly.  Quiet and breathy, beginning to snake your hand down.  Stars, your heart is already pounding.  You’d only likely mouth off like this in person just to see how hard he’d fuck you, but this feels extra dangerous for some reason.  He’s stuck, he can’t do anything about it right now, and you know it’s playing with fire.  “You could hang up if you don’t want to hear me.  Or you could find me before I’m finished.  Come make me stop.”

Din doesn’t say anything but he very much does not hang up, nor does he come busting into your room like you imagine he’d like to.  The sheer fact that your door is still closed and locked tells you for sure that he isn’t just hanging out in the hallway, just letting you have your fun.

You start pressing your fingers against your robe at the apex of your thighs, humming at how nice the pressure feels.  You don’t even spread your legs or push the fabric away, you just sigh into it and wiggle your hips a bit, pressing hard against your clit and listening to him breathe.

“Do you want to listen?”  You ask quietly after a moment, and Din still doesn’t respond.  Likely because there’s not a real answer, both yes and no would imply the wrong thing.  “I’ll talk.”

Still, nothing from him.  Dead silence through the comm.  You’re starting to understand.  For two days, you’ve felt like he could read your every thought just by the cadence of your voice.  He’s staying quiet so you can’t even attempt to do the same to him—if he doesn’t talk, you can’t find a weakness and pounce on it, you can’t feel any more confident or reassured about your own ability to read him.

You’ll just have to push a little harder, then.

“Hm.  If only this fancy communicator could…” you pause to look down at your wrist for a second, studying the menu.  You don’t think you’ve ever really looked at it, you never had the time.

Din’s growl is sudden and sharp through the earpiece.  “No, don’t even think—”

“Ah,” you smile, tapping the face and immediately finding the correct screen.  “Take pictures.”

He’s deadly quiet for a moment, and you bite your lip with excitement.  When he does speak, his voice is a pure threat, chilling you to the bone as much as it burns deep in your tummy.  “…You wouldn’t.”

Ignoring him, you suddenly locate a menu option that sounds phenomenal right now.  “Oh shit, does this holocall?  Or is it a video option?”

“Holo,” he says very seriously while you study the lack of complexity of the built-in camera in skepticism, “and the kid is awake, so you can’t—”

“Oh, it’s definitely a video,” you unclip it from your wrist and he curses as you sit up, and then you press a button and wait impatiently for him.  “Pick up.”

Din takes forever before responding, and you hear the continuous beeps as it attempts to connect, before his quiet baritone rumbles in your ear.  “What if I don’t?”

You feel your mouth pull down at the corners, not so much frowning as you are dubious.  He’s going to turn down the opportunity to see you and your surroundings when his whole goal is locating you?  Really?

“You sure?”  You ask softly, raising an eyebrow.  “You’d get to see me, where I am.  What I’m…” your eyes dip down to the loose robe riding your curves, your skin glowing against the white fabric, “…wearing.”

The beeps continue on for a few more seconds, until they finally stop.  You frown down at the black screen of the communicator, not seeing anything at all.  Did he decline the transmission request?  No… there’s a little red light next to the small lens that wasn’t there before.  Why can’t you see him?

“Why can’t I see you?”  You ask.  You want to look at him looking at you, you don’t want to always be stuck on the other side of a one-way mirror.

“I… have it linked to my helmet, but it only has a front-facing camera,” Din tells you after a moment, and he sounds… slightly out of breath.  “Easier to see, the watch is useless now besides the controls.”

Wait, does that mean you’re… being shown on the inner-display of his helmet instead of his wrist?  Right in front of his eyes, as if he were actually here with you?

“Nobody can see me but you?”  You clarify, and when he doesn’t respond, you bite your lip and lean back into the pillows.  You lift the watch up slightly, extending your arm out until you can get the angle as wide as possible.  “Can you see… this?”  You ask softly, before hooking your fingers in the collar of your white robe and slowly pulling it open for him.

“Where are you?”  Din asks instead, and you hear his footsteps through the earpiece, as if he’s walking away from something very quickly.

You don’t answer him, parting the soft fabric until your breasts are completely exposed and you sigh, closing your eyes and snuggling back into the pillows once more.  “I’ll tell you where I am if you keep watching me.”

“Why?”  Din grits in frustration, coming back around to the same dangerous question he had earlier.  “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know.”  You slowly tilt the camera down until you can spread your legs and the robe falls open with the movement, letting him see your pussy peeking through in the flickering light of the muted screen in front of your bed.  “Can you see that?”

“Yeah,” he says shakily on the end of a breath, and you feel yourself get wet.  Fuck, he sounds so fucking tempted, the sight making his voice come without any of the self-assuredness as it usually has, but… he could also just be saying that.  How do you know he’s telling you the truth?

“What am I doing?”  You test him, lifting your knee just the slightest bit so you really give him something to look at.

“Spreading your legs for a camera,” Din responds without hesitation, voice scraping against your ear, making you shiver and your nipples harden.  Fuck, the way he says it, like it’s wrong and bad even though he’s the only one who can see or hear you do it… it makes you feel even more naughty and emboldened.

You bite your lip and reach your hand down to spread your lips for him, too, hearing his breath immediately catch on the other end.  Already your pussy makes your fingers slick against your soft skin, the sash of your robe still holding the fabric together on your body but also loose enough to allow it to part in the right places and reveal everything you want him to see.

“I am in an inn,” you whisper teasingly, letting your finger drop to brush against your clit and then sighing in soft delight.  Oh stars, that feels nice, it feels so good to treat yourself after being completely nomadic for two days, getting to be clean and soft and comfortable while you feel this pleasure, and Din’s voice growls through your communicator like you’re doing something painful to him.

“Fuck,” his breathing picks up while you begin circling your clit.  “Where?”

“Nariss,” comes your quiet moan, turning your head on the pillow to blink slowly at the camera.  Wanting him to see your eyes as well as your finger slowly dip into where you’re the hottest, caressing the sensitive skin there knowing he’s watching.

“Where in Nariss?”  Din’s voice is as pleading as it is sharp, desperately trying to keep either you or himself on track.

“I don’t know,” you say again.  Truthfully, you don’t—you don’t know the cross streets, you don’t know the part of town, you don’t know much of anything at all besides physical descriptors.  You quickly move the camera to the side as far as you can hold it and let him see you from a different angle with the window as a backdrop.  “But the window is open.  And there are lots of people outside.”

“Can they see you?”  Din immediately challenges.  Of course they can’t, you’re fifteen stories up and the room is darker than it is outside with all the city lights and swirling colors of the sky, but you suppose he doesn’t know that.  You think he just needs to relax—if this is what he’s always like during hunts, you now know exactly why he comes back to you all riled up and tense.

“I don’t know,” you murmur back, starting to rub your clit a little faster, trying to make it feel like him.  It doesn’t—your fingers aren’t large or strong enough to give you those perfect circles; you just feel like you’re meandering yourself towards ecstasy instead of picking you up and hauling your ass there like he does, but it’s okay.  Hearing Din’s rough breathing come through the earpiece, knowing his hands are probably clenched tight into fists, wondering if he’s hard yet… all of it culminates into a power trip unlike any you’ve experienced recently.  It makes you bold, tells you to open your mouth.  “Does it matter?  I’d still let you fuck me against it if you were here.”

“Stop it,” comes his growl, but what is he gonna do?

Your leg lifts a little wider so you can slowly slide your fingers down and push two of them inside yourself, and Din swears as you moan, “Come find me.”

“Give me your coordinates—”

“Are you giving up?”  You offer breathlessly, lifting your eyebrows and your hips up slightly at the question, but you’re… not expecting the extended silence following.  You assumed a growled no would immediately come next, or just another empty threat said with enough force to make you tremble with excitement, but not… nothing.

The response makes you pause just for a second, easing your fingers out and dragging them across your thigh to clean some of the wetness off before extending your arm out towards the communicator.  Din stays quiet while you navigate through the menu with trembling fingers, eventually finding your coordinates and hovering over the unchecked share location box.

You wait with your lip bit, confident he knows what you’re doing and you don’t have to narrate or repeat yourself.  Fuck, you knew you were considering abandoning this entire adventure just to be next to him again, but you had no idea.  No fucking idea that it could ever be a thought in his own mind as well.  You… assumed he likes this, hunting is what he does for a living and he’s the one who conceived of the idea in the first place.  Is he just that aroused by you?  Or is there something more?

“No,” Din eventually murmurs, and you immediately navigate out of the menu so you don’t accidentally press anything catastrophic, before pulling your hand away from the communicator with a resolved hum and settling back into the pillows again.  Making sure to look directly into the lens even if your eyelids are heavy with heat and desire, you slowly lick your fingers and then reach down once more.

His deep, shaky breath is so telling.  Exhausted after all this, but still not hanging up, still doing his hardest to tough it out when he’s only miles away from you and has jets attached to his back.  You don’t want to drag it out but you also do, you want to be kind but something about Din makes you also want to be as formidable as possible.  You’ll never be able to threaten like he does, you’ll never have anyone cower just because you walked into the room, you’ll never be as powerful or strong as he is, but you can still put up a fucking fight against him in your own way.

You whimper softly, your breathing beginning to find a quicker pace as surely as your fingers do.  It begins to spark and build, a red hot flame being kindled by the knowledge that he’s as close as possible without actually being close, right here with you when he always seems so far away.

“Mando,” you whisper, though your expression pulls inwards just slightly because it… in a scenario as sensual and intimate as this, it almost doesn’t sound righ—

“Din,” he whispers back, so quiet you almost don’t hear it, like he almost doesn’t want to but has to anyways, and then you just start to fucking burn.

“D-Din,” you whisper instead, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible through the rising swell.  He’ll be able to see it, you think.  The way your tummy and chest start to heave, how your body begins to brace for it—and yeah, Maker, he sees it, because his voice suddenly changes.

“Stop,” Din growls roughly, knowing exactly how you cum—knowing exactly what it looks like, the way it sounds in your breathing, what it tastes like, how it feels on the inside.  It’s been so long since you’ve touched bliss without him, months and months since you brought yourself to completion on the floor of the Crest by yourself, and though he’s rarely ever denied you, your own high on newfound control causes it to slip.  He barks your name and tells you to stop once more, but it’s too late.

“I’m gonna cum, Din,” you breathe out—

“Don’t—”

It tears through you, rapid and surging, and he snarls a curse, something loud snapping and thudding and… did he just punch something?  You can’t think, it’s delicious and hard as fuck and everything you needed after two days of near constant movement and thought with little rest, and you bite your lip to keep quiet but a pained whimper still shoves its way out of your tense vocal cords regardless.  It sounds like it hurts because it does hurt; the orgasm shatters your body into pieces and you’re left trembling by yourself on this soft bed, wishing he was with you on a metal one.

You sink into the mattress in the moments following, sluggish and exhausted and just conscious enough to keep the watch facing you.  You bet the camerawork was terrible, shaky at best, but you can’t find it in yourself to care right now.  You just lay there and listen to his harsh breathing while you work to slow your heart rate, reveling in the filthy little show you just gave him and wanting to finish it out properly.

“Come find me,” you breathe out once more, lazing soft and naked for him, blinking dazedly at the watch as you pan it over you.  Your thighs are still twitching and there’s a thin sheen of sweat clinging to you, but you drag a finger through your swollen lips and carefully wipe the wetness across one of your nipples.  “Clean me up.”

“Fuck,” Din suddenly spits through the earpiece, furious.  “You think—y-you think—”

“What?”  You hum, basking in the afterglow and so, so curious.  Truly, you’re dumb as fuck, you have no clue what you’re thinking, but if anybody would be able to tell you, it’s him.

There’s a moment where his breathing stops.  It’s completely silent on the line, before you hear another few heavy footsteps on his end pick up and then halt just as quickly.

“You think you can taunt me?”   He murmurs, dangerous and deadly quiet.  “Show me exactly where you are, disappear and then make me waste forever trying to get there?  You think that’s gonna work?”

Your eyebrow lifts, considering.  He… may or may not have predicted your strategy perfectly, but his insight has stopped surprising you by now.  “Maybe…”

“Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep tonight.”

Ooh.  That one sends goosebumps down your arms, but you’ve gained four hours on top of a twelve hour headstart.  He can’t scare you with that tone, not when you’re still woozy with pleasure and he isn’t right in front of you.  Instead of wilting beneath the hard threat, you just blink gently at the communicator, finding strength in being the only one to get him this mad when he’s always so composed, this talkative when he barely says a word.  “Maybe I’ll just stay here then?”

“Maybe you wanted me to know you’re in an inn because you already found someplace to hide that isn’t one,” Din reasons very, very adeptly.  Stars, your heart subtly begins to pick up, your legs continuing to tremble as the small red light next to the lens stares you down.  “Can’t be planning to stay with someone you just met because you’d already be there, can’t be going to a hostel because you found the one city on this moon built for commerce and not aid.  Not staying in another inn, you can’t afford it—the view looks high up, that robe is expensive, and you already bought food and at least five pairs of shoes in two days.  I don’t think the place you found is even in Nariss.  You think you can outsmart me, sweet girl?”

The chill down your spine doesn’t reach your eyes, you won’t let it.  You just feel yourself smile, tilting your head at him and licking your lips while your finger brushes one of your nipples, but Din doesn’t accept your silence the way you’ve always accepted his.  He wants an answer from you, right now, and it’s clear in the dark rumble of his voice, the danger slowly brewing beyond what you originally planned for.

“Tell me,” he orders, unamused and leaving no room to disobey.  “How long do you think you can keep running?”

Your eyelashes flutter, suddenly deciding… why not?  What have you got to lose?  Nothing that you didn’t already go into this situation completely expecting to lose anyways.  What’s the worst he can do?  Find you?

You close your eyes, pinching one of your nipples and wondering if you might just go for another one since he’s still here.  “Ask me again tomorrow.”

But then, instead of immediately responding, you just hear Din’s footsteps suddenly pick up, faster than any pace you’ve been able to keep over the past few days.  You don’t think it sounds like a run necessarily, but you know that his legs and strides are far longer than yours and it’s probably pretty much equivalent to a run for you.  You hear the rhythm of your demise speeding up, coming closer and closer, and everything in you both fears it and welcomes it.

“We’ll see,” he tells you, and then the red light vanishes and your earpiece clicks to silence.

***

Day 3—2:23am:

Even though it takes you much longer to do so than it normally would on a bed so large and comfortable, after such an exciting interaction and not being used to flickering light when you try to sleep but wanting to experience the rarity anyways, you’re eventually able to pass out.

But, not even a few minutes into a restless dream, you turn over and accidentally knock your communicator off the wireless charging station on the side table.  It blinks with four percent battery life.

***

To be continued!!

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