“this world means nothing to me without you.”

if saving you is a sin, then i'll gladly become a sinner. — adult — reqs open ♡

[shiki-jin]

shiki, adult, queer, any pronouns

i sometimes write eroguro/nsfw, yandere sideblog for just yan content: @itoshiidarling

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mostly honkai: star rail & genshin impact but i occasionally get obsessed with other stuff too (project hail mary is my current fixation)

asks & reqs always open ♡

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[shiki-jin]

hmmm.... should the other yan eva fic be nsfw or not.........

?

yes

no

Remaining time: 2 days 7 hours

religion (christianity, specifically) obviously comes with the expectation of saving yourself for marriage. i dont think regular eva would care much about that in regards to herself, but for yan eva, she thinks she was bad and cruel for "staining" you like that. but now, in adulthood, she's already done the sinful thing, and so justifies sex when it happens now by going “wellll it might be a sin but my darling wanted me to, so it's more wrong to not do it”.

i feel like there'd be some good stuff to explore in regards to sex, but also, plenty that wouldn't need it. but like i could go either way lol so decide for me

+ if there's a certain scenario, scene, or literally anything you want or like the idea of for yan eva or generally, feel free to send in a request and it'll most likely happen !! :)

[shiki-jin]

ok i think i know what the answer is gonna end up being so

?

afab reader

amab reader

Remaining time: 2 days 11 hours

usually i'd just go afab automatically cause. waves at u. but idk im feeling queer so !!! i am for the people

[shiki-jin]

hmmm.... should the other yan eva fic be nsfw or not.........

?

yes

no

Remaining time: 2 days 7 hours

religion (christianity, specifically) obviously comes with the expectation of saving yourself for marriage. i dont think regular eva would care much about that in regards to herself, but for yan eva, she thinks she was bad and cruel for "staining" you like that. but now, in adulthood, she's already done the sinful thing, and so justifies sex when it happens now by going “wellll it might be a sin but my darling wanted me to, so it's more wrong to not do it”.

i feel like there'd be some good stuff to explore in regards to sex, but also, plenty that wouldn't need it. but like i could go either way lol so decide for me

+ if there's a certain scenario, scene, or literally anything you want or like the idea of for yan eva or generally, feel free to send in a request and it'll most likely happen !! :)

[shiki-jin]

Pookie I loved loved loved more than humanity (statement). Any chance we could get a peek at what happens next? 👀

ask and you shall receive !! wasn't sure whether you were asking about that fic's part 2 specifically or more yan eva in general so have both :] ALSO THANK YOU i was scared itd be received badly lol...

part 2 ->

other yan eva fic ->

[shiki-jin]

for the part two, i want to include a bath scene reaaally badly. the dynamic of "clothed (but is being vulnerable), physically weaker but has more power, desperately needs an outlet for her emotions" and "naked (is vulnerable/embarrassing), physically stronger but knows better than to attack, feels pretty weird about this but is trying to keep both of them calm" to be veeeery intriguing.

not sure about an actual nsfw scene yet, maybe in a part 3 if i ever get the inspo, as i think that would require some extra development from both of them. eva is forceful in some ways (see: drugging and kidnapping) but she really wants you to love her back, so she tries to treat you as gently as possible. she just ensures you'll stay with her no matter what.

i also might make it clear(er) that captain reader did have romantic feelings towards her before, but that the situation itself is what makes them so averse to eva's affections rn. bc no matter how freaky you are u WILL be very weirded out at first lmao

[shiki-jin]

Pookie I loved loved loved more than humanity (statement). Any chance we could get a peek at what happens next? 👀

ask and you shall receive !! wasn't sure whether you were asking about that fic's part 2 specifically or more yan eva in general so have both :] ALSO THANK YOU i was scared itd be received badly lol...

part 2 ->

other yan eva fic ->

[shiki-jin]

i wanna do something with religious eva stratt and yan eva would fit very nicely... she doesn't seem to be super devout, but she's obviously religious/christian to some capacity. idk i feel like she's in the sweet spot for a reverent or "devout" yandere who thinks you're their saviour of some kind. good night stratt nation

[shiki-jin]

more than humanity ♢

yandere! eva stratt x reader

synopsis ; you're second to none when it comes to flying. you've volunteered to be the hail mary's captain, leading the world's best to hopefully save humanity, then die. so why are you waking up from your coma with a cuff on your hand, and eva stratt by your side?

or: eva grows too attached to the hail mary's captain, and foregoes prison in favour of having you all to herself.

cw ; dove is mildly bloody, probably don't eat it but you can pet it. arm cuff, drugging, dubcon? like yeah you're both in love but she's being a weirdo about it, german eva, general obsessive tendencies, the end ties into the title wow im so smart, will probably have a separate part 2 that i couldn't quite tie into this but REQS FIRST SHIKI

taglist for eva fics ; @coldestmourning @aspenlovescinema @oh-look-my-junkbox

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you feel groggy.

that makes sense. but not groggy enough.

the ship looks nicer than you remember, too.

you're seeing doubles of everything and it's all quite blurry, but it's fine. it'll return to normal in a little bit, you think. where's the nannybot, anyway?

you decide to try to sit up. you use your left hand to test out your movement. opening it, closing it, wiggling individual fingers. huh, okay, that level of control is surprising.

when you try the same with your left, it's pulled back. you try to pull on it again, and look at your hand in confusion when it refuses. there's some sort of clinking sound, you vaguely recognise. your vision starts to merge into one, lines focusing.

it's a metal cuff. one of those handcuffs that police use, you think.

“oh, good.”

is that... stratt?

you move your head over to look. there she is, sitting down next to a table, and setting down her book and coffee on it. she stands up, walking over to you.

you squint your eyes and try to blink a few times to correct whatever your brain thinks you're seeing. it's still stratt. that's concerning.

“sit up.” she tells you casually.

you look back at your hand and figure, fine, maybe something happened and... yeah, there's no real explanation for this. okay, sitting up should still work. you use your right hand as support, and slowly make your way up. you feel a bit woozy, but you can handle it.

you think the room is still spinning. or maybe it's just you.

stratt makes you lean into her stomach, holding you by the shoulders. she mutters, like a scientist figurine out an experiment. “hmm.. okay, better than expected.”

she puts a hand under your chin, tilting your head upwards to look at it. the sudden action makes you a bit dizzy, honestly. you slowly breathe in and out to let it pass. she seems happy, for some reason. if memory serves you right, her being in the same room as you means that she either boarded the hail mary, or that you didn't.

you're really hoping it's the first option, despite it being the unlogical one; stratt never showed signs of suicidality, and she definitely wasn't needed on the mary. you squint at her again. she seems just a little amused, if you're reading her right.

“speak.”

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. it takes you a few long seconds to manually figure out words again. all you can eventually manage is a hoarse “what?”.

she leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead. huh? “very good. i'll go ahead and order our food. just rest up, honey.”

no, what the fuck is happening? ‘honey’? she kissed you?

you're starting to really panic. “w—what's,” you begin. you have to breathe deeply to keep the energy to speak. “what's going on, stratt?”

she takes your right hand, and brings it up to her lips. she presses a gentle kiss to it. “don't worry. everything's okay.”

that's not an answer. well, definitely not one you want to hear. you try to pull away from her, pushing yourself closer towards the wall. “no, what's going on? i'm supposed to—” you inhale again. “be on the hail mary. not with you.”

she just looks at you like you're some scared animal. you don't like how calm she is. “as i said, don't worry about it. captain yáo will do a great job, i assure you.”

yáo?

that can't be right. he's the secondary captain, who'd only be on the mary if you were suddenly unable to. you're fine, you're sure of it, so why in god's name is he going?

she slowly makes her way closer to you, letting a leg rest on the rather large bed while moving to be on top of you and acting like this is all normal and fine. she brings a hand to your hair and honestly pets you like a cat. she shakes her head disapprovingly, despite. “calm down, darling. you're fine.”

you desperately want to pull away again, but you're not sure she'll take it well. is she having delusions, right now? she thinks you're in a romantic relationship with each other. that's incredibly concerning. and she made a nuclear wasteland out of Antarctica while still in her right mind.

so you sit there and let her treat you like a pet. it's annoying, but definitely not your biggest issue. she seems satisfied at a certain point, stopping, and moves to sit in front of you. she takes out a walkie-talkie. “stratt to kitchen, you can start preparing my order now.”

you hear a short “copy!” before she puts it back into her pocket. so, the situation is... very really bad.

you're not on the hail mary. yáo is, despite you being the primary crew. stratt is delusional, but still has the power to command people. so the mary hasn't launched yet, then? can you convince her that she's being insane, and that you need to be on that ship?

“stratt.”

she nods at you, raising her eyebrows. “i... it's my duty to go on the mary. i'm perfectly fine, like you said, so mr. yáo shouldn't go.”

she shrugs. “he's already on his way to tau ceti. it was your duty, but it's not, anymore. you can just relax, now. with me.”

she brings her hand up to you again, but you catch it, sighing. “stratt, what the fuck is going on with you? you're risking the success of the mission. for what? your crush on me? you're behaving...” you stop to think for a second about your words, biting out the last one while you tighten your grip on her hand. “irrationally.”

your thumb is digging into her wrist, fingers wrapped around her arm tightly. please realize what you're doing, stratt.

she lets her fingers drop to touch your own arm, softly trying to soothe you. she leans her head down again, now kissing you on the lips. your head is already leaning against the wall, so there's not anywhere to escape to. she ignores your little sounds of protest, and holds your face with her free hand.

“don't i deserve this?”

the question catches you off-guard. “...huh?”

she continues, her face a bit too close to yours for comfort. she sounds... vulnerable? but a bit frightening, too.

“i've done everything i possibly can for the world. don't you think i deserve this much, sweetheart? after all of it?”

okay. she's still deep in her delusions, you confirm. before this, stratt wouldn't have even thought of it like that. she accepted the position of director, despite knowing the consequences that would follow. you admired her, for that complete willingness to do anything to save humanity.

you give it a final chance. “it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter whether or not you deserve this, stratt, it's not right.”

she responds quickly, nodding. “that's okay. i don't need to be in the right.” she gives you another kiss, wiggling her trapped hand out of your loosened grip. it doesn't take long. you think you're going to give up on this... whatever this is. this attempt at convincing stratt she's being fucking insane.

you let your hand just fall onto the bed. you could overpower her. you could, but you don't know if she still has armies at her beck and call. you're strong, yes, but nowhere near the level of a trained soldier — let alone a hundred of them. even her bodyguards could probably force you back on their own.

she sighs contently, laying her hand on yours and intertwining your fingers, tracing over the edges of your hand with her thumb. “and anyway, call me eva, won't you? it suits your voice much better.”

when she's leaning almost all of her weight on you, she gently kisses your cheek and whispers, “i really do love you. more than anyone, or anything.” she pauses, looking downward, before tilting her head back up to gaze at you reverently. str—eva is speaking slowly, voice soft and sweet. “ich liebe dich so, so, so sehr, mein schatz.”

she lets herself fall onto you, head coming to rest on your shoulder. her arms wrap around your waist, just a little too tightly for comfort. you think she takes a deep breath through her nose, and tightens her grip on you just a little when she finds the familiar scent of you.

you hate the part of yourself that actually feels bad for her.

she looks utterly exhausted when she glances up at you. dark circles under here eyes that have worsened since you last saw her, and the absence of any of the walls she usually puts up make it easy to see just how tired she is. you deeply want to comfort her, but you can't bring yourself to.

she's breathing you in, slowly, and you can't tell if she's trying to fall asleep on you or stay awake until the food gets here. eva's hair is covering all of her face, or the parts of her that she isn't burrowing into you, at least. it's always been easy to tell with her, but you don't trust your judgement now.

still...

you slowly lift up your hand behind her. you think you feel the flutter of her eyelashes on your shoulder, but she makes no move to force your hand back down. she trusts you, you know, despite her previous vigilance.

there's two knocks on the door.

you nearly slam your hand onto the bed again, just realizing it was creeping towards the back of eva's head. she exhales, giving you a quick peck on the lips before lifting herself off of you and opening the door. three men, all dressed in kitchen uniforms, stand with outside. she nods, steps out of the way, and lets them set the food down onto a table.

they avoid your eyes like their lives depend on it.

once they're stepping away, you recognize some of the dishes they'd brought in. the scent hits your nose gently, like a butterfly landing on a flower. in the center is something you used to beg your parents for, and on stressful or stormy days, they indulged you. you remember sitting at the table and watching the steam rise, waiting impatiently for your mother to fill up your plate.

eva brings the plate to you and sets it down on the bed. she takes a spoon full of food and brings it up to your mouth, which you raise your eyebrows at. “eat up. you're tired, right?”

she smiles when you eat from her spoon. is this a power trip, to her? or does she think this is romantic? you can't quite tell. maybe it's both. you don't think it matters, with food this good, and the gentle hand holding your hair out of the way.

you get done with the dish eventually. she pats your head and, just for good measure, in case you'd forgotten, adds, “i love you.”

[shiki-jin]

something something sub eva stratt with scientist reader.. so much potential tbh.. gloves as a concept??? the fabric ones being technically soft but feeling rougher than just hands, studying her reactions/limits, all the intense eye contact, holding her in place etc

being all medical and serious with her while she's blushing.... “oh, did you like that? you'll need to tell me in more precise words, eva. i can't use vague noises as evidence, you know?”

what's there not to love ♡♡♡♡ (the writing and studying science terms part but hush)

[shiki-jin]

this heat is actually KILLING me and not in the laugh way and not in the eva stratt is so beautiful she blinds me way. just the sticky humid waytoohot way. can someone call ryland grace up and tell him to let the sun die & ill call eva to make sure she doesn't bomb antarctica anymore

[shiki-jin]

how do we feel abt grace x alien reader.... ur some kinda goopy shapeshifter or crystalline structure who wants to know EVERYTHING about these new species of aliens. incl the freaky bits. incl rocky perhaaaps. maybe u have some kind of extra heightened sense of touch or smell since grace can see and rocky can echolocate ? im spitting out ideas over here

[shiki-jin]

feeling down so maybe ill write something ultra self indulgent.. im making good progress with the other fics too, so i should have a few done soon. im still a liiittle busy but less so, now. im v happy with how much ive been able to write despite it, phm has really reignited my love for fic :)

[shiki-jin]

writing the top three fics + two requests all at the same time so expect like a period of 72 hours where i drop all of them at once :) ill also be less busy soon so i can hopefully write another long fic ? maybe. i will hope

[shiki-jin]

posted the fic to ao3 now !! i was dead tired yesterday but now im feeling more energized. im thinking of either drawing some eva art or making her in tomolife.. i have 0 digital dollars to buy clothes for her though so she'd probably have to share with raiden ei and yor forger. i think im definitely gonna buy the full game bc im having a lot of fun with the character customization so far ^_^ so she'll have clothes. eventually

[shiki-jin]

eager to please !

eva stratt x bodyguard! reader

synopsis ; these balls only have one perk; the petrova taskforce stays financed. but they drain every last bit of energy out of stratt, even though you always do your best to rejuvenate her. or, alternatively, tire her out until she can't even think about working.

cw ; switch stratt + reader ? shes in control but it's not as black and white as usual, minor exhibitionism for 3 seconds, praise, puppy play again SUE ME it fits too well with eva, degradation but not harshly, overstimming, hondje means dog in dutch but it's the small/cute form (add -/(t)je to any word to make it small or cute, incl names) so id say it means puppy. stratt is half dutch half german here cause i couldn't decide on one

wc ; 2.3k

taglist for eva fics (leave a comment asking to be included !) ; @coldestmourning

a/n — went insane and wrote this all in one sitting

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if looks could kill right now, stratt would be wanted for about two-hundred deaths. even despite her glaring, no guest seems to be taking a hint, and they all continue to try to talk to her about anything pertaining to the petrova taskforce. (“how's funding?” it's the reason for this headache. “you should probably—” no, that'd be a bad idea. “i could help with—” no, you'd have been recruited already. “what do you think of—” ask the crew, not stratt.)

you think she might actually snap at the glass she's drinking from in half, at this rate. you're tempted to chase them all off, but if stratt's not telling you to, you can remain quiet for just tonight and inconspicuously admire her.

instead of her regular turtlenecks and raincoats, she's wearing a navy dress with a high collar that goes down to her low heels. the fabric is matte and expensive-looking. you think it must've been tailored specifically to her; it follows her curves perfectly without over accentuating them. her hair is down, like always, with a hint of some shampoo that smells woody in it. it's her go-to for special occasions, you've noticed.

her jewelry is simple, made to match perfectly with her dress. some small golden earrings and a golden necklace, featuring a piece of lapis lazuli hanging from it, diamond shaped. that kiana, her stylist, did a perfect job. you'll be sure to send her some chocolates or something if you find the time. stratt looks incredible. she's always pretty, but you're having to be careful to not just ogle her right now.

you don't look bad yourself; a pristine white blouse with lace covering the fabric, and a blazer jacket that looks kind of like a bartender's, just a bit prettier. it ends at your shoulder, giving you enough movement options if there's an emergency. the tie is sitting below it, and you think it's covered in the same lace pattern as your blouse, just in black.

staring at stratt is much more enjoyable than staring at yourself, though, so you're not fully sure.

the dress pants, widening slightly at the hems of your feet, are made of the same material as the blazer. it all feels quite comfortable. the gloves that end at your wrists, too, but the middle and ring finger on your right hand are covered by some kind of metal talon or claw. your left index finger, too, for the sake of asymmetry. it's fancy, but doesn't impede your grip, so you leave it be.

to match stratt's necklace, there's a clip on your tie that connects, by chain, to the nameplate on your breast. it doesn't read your name, though, just ‘STRATT’ in a thin font.

it reminds you a bit of your collar, but since her other personnel have the same thing, it's not as meaningful. you still like it, though. it reaffirms that you're hers, but professionally, for now.

you hear ilyukhina's guard in your earpiece. ‘maybe that could be the last?’ followed by a quick ‘no way!’ from her. you look over to see her thoroughly enjoying the free drinks. she's got a boyish look, suiting her well. good for her. the mic is turned off, but you can still hear what the others are saying.

you look toward stratt again. she's somehow even more annoyed. hmm, that's a minister of foreign affairs, right? you can't remember what country he's from, but he speaks with an eastern european accent. “well, i'm looking forward to the finished product. to humanity!” he toasts. stratt just stares.

oh dear, you think. he clears his throat and leaves.

“madam,” you whisper. “let's take a break?”

she's usually polite enough to at least respond to politicians like that, but she's entirely silent. she just gives you a curt nod, and lets you lead the way to a private bathroom.

once inside, she sighs deeply and rubs at her temples. you take her drink and set it down on the counter. she lets her shoulders fall, eyes following, just trying to soothe herself. you make a mental note to keep to dark and quiet places for the rest of the week. you watch as she leans against the door, nearly sinking into it. these large events always take too much of her already low energy.

you look at your watch. 5.35. this get-together was set to end at 7, so it was still going to be a while before any real respite came. you think very hard about what to do next. you lock the door, and reach for the back of stratt's dress, holding her zipper.

you peer at her, voice low and hushed. “may i?”

she opens her eyes, hesitates, then sighs softly. “yes.” her hands reach out to hold your waist closer to her.

you pull down the zipper halfway, until it's somewhere in the middle. then, you gently tug down the navy dress, making sure it's sitting prettily below her chest. she's wearing a thin bra to not interfere with the shape of the dress. you draw a mental line of up to where her dress will cover the marks you want to leave. three-fourths of her neck, just about. plenty of space.

you know you can't make her as loud as you'd like to, so you focus on just buttering her up for now. licking at the side of her neck, tilting her head for better access, and kissing down towards her chest, sucking at her pulse point.

“it'll be alright, stratt,” you whisper. you hope the comfort helps, making your hand bring her body ever closer to yours. “i'd be happy to reward all of your efforts later.”

you run your hands along her chest, rubbing your fingers over her breasts while you suck hickies into her skin. she can't tell if you're trying to soothe or tease her, but she finds herself thinking that either option would be just fine. based on your words, though...

you kind of wish you had lipstick on, just to mark her a hit more. she's already yours, entirely, but when you see the deep pinks and purples you leave, you can't help but smile into them. you tilt a knee up between her legs, to make sure her trembling doesn't turn into anything more.

you move her hair out of the way, tucking it to her right side, and focus on colouring her left side. you can feel stratt's grip on you tightening over time, and hear her breathing get progressively more laboured. she's leaning on you now, her eyes falling closed again. her hands grab the back of your blazer, blouse, anything they can. she bites her mouth closed, knowing that old walls like these are never thick enough to hide any noise.

there's occasional conversations happening in your earpiece, which you tune out. this one, though, you really can't ignore. ‘hey, where's stratt? another politician really wants to talk, italian, i think?’

you raise your knee so it's just shy of grinding against stratt, and grin while you flick your microphone on. she catches on quickly, giving you a short glare before putting a hand over her mouth. cruelly, you keep moving your leg ever so slowly against her. “be there soon, bathroom break. were they called, who was it again, lucio? luciano, something like that.”

you just get an affirmative hum, and shut the microphone back off, continuing to kiss stratt wherever you could. eventually, you back off, still holding her. “should we get going, director?”

she takes a few minutes to calm down, but nods. you slowly tilt her body so she can lean on the counter, and you grab some paper towels. you carefully wipe them across stratt's skin to get rid of any leftover saliva. you tug her dress back into place, and zip it up. you tuck her hair back to where it was, too, brushing it out with your fingers for good measure.

she's a bit more accepting of questions in the last hour.

—

“i expect you'll deliver on your promise, puppy?”

you can't help the grin on your face. stratt's leaning back on her bed, legs hanging off of the edge. you're kneeling, of course, imaginary tail swinging around happily. “i wouldn't dare lie to you, madam.”

she nods. “yes, i know, you're always so happy to do anything for me, hm?” she pulls herself forward. she doesn't need to reach far for the collar; everything she needs is already lying on her bed. she motions for you to come closer so you crawl until you reach the edge of her bed. she pats you on the head, then fastens the collar around your neck carefully.

she thinks about what to do next. hums, relaxed. “take off my jewelry for me, darling.”

you nod reaching up to undo her left earring. her right follows, a little quicker. you put them down on her bedside table and dig into the cabinet for her jewelry box. you place the two earrings inside carefully. she's attentively watching, smiling when she sees you handle them with so much care.

you unclasp her necklace and set it into its own little box. you put the case back into the nightstand, “all done.” you sweetly announce, hands back in your lap.

“yes, very good. now, give me that tie of yours. it's not meant for a dumb little pet like you, is it?”

it's embarrassing how quickly you shake your head. “n—nope, not for dumb pups like me.” you agree. you loosen it, handing it over without hesitation. she pats the space on the bed next to her, keeping your tie in her hands.

“may i come up, pretty please?”

she nods at you. “so, you still have some smarts. good, you remember all your rules.”

you feel a bit of pride blooming. you mutter a quick “wouldn't forget” and kneel down, now next to stratt on her bed. she comes behind you, easily restraining your arms with your tie. you test it, and she gives you a look. you just hum, “yeah, 's fine.” easy enough to get out of, should you want to.

she pats your back comfortingly, sitting up against the headboard calmly. “well then... i wonder what a good puppy would be doing, right about now.”

you position yourself to be properly between her legs. “can i make you cum, madam? want to make you feel good, can i? i'll be good, i promise. so please, may i?”

she decides to be a little mean, just for a second. “hmm, i don't know.” she shrugs. you hope your immediate puppy eyes convince her. she laughs, speaking in a mocking tone, “oh, are you that desperate? well, if you insist, sweetheart. make me proud, will you? be so good for me.”

thank god. unlike earlier, you don't waste time. you lift up her dress by biting it gently, letting it pool at her hips. her underwear is easy to pull off with just your teeth, too, and you dive into her, needing nothing more than to make her feel good.

she's letting herself make noise, you note. she's probably too tired to bother with hiding it. you can hear panting and occasional low moans when you're eating her out. you aim for as many moans as possible, poking and prodding for what her most sensitive parts are.

you're leaving kisses between her thighs while enacting the little experiment, knowing she's particularly fond of them. something about you just being so cute, you recall. the memory serves to motivate you further, and you can hear that stratt's close. just a little bit more, a little longer.

when she finishes, she lets out a deep sigh. “gott,” she bites out, “yes, good puppy,” she doesn't pull you away, so you keep making a mess of her. “keep being so good.”

well, who are you to refuse a direct order?

she just tastes too good to let go. it's for her sake that you can't use your arms; they'd be holding her down until she couldn't cum anymore. the thought makes you smile; would she let you, if you begged sweetly enough? or would she take it as a challenge, instead holding you down?

for today, you'd really like the first one. there's some vague arousal building in you, but you're wholly focused on stratt. it doesn't really occur to you to try and get off, too. you'd just like her to use you for as long as she wants, then coo praises at you after, like she always does. you hum pleasantly at the thought, and she shivers. cute.

her thighs are wrapped around you, occasionally squeezing when you hit a certain spot. her hands are still buried in the sheets, trying to keep herself upright. you have a feeling she won't last long, anymore.

“g—gutt, hondje, good.” she stutters out, mixing her german, dutch and english together rather prettily. she can barely go a second without making some kind of attractive noise, now. you slowly undo your hands from their binds, driving stratt to her orgasm again. “af.” she quickly commands, which you remember as meaning off or away. you oblige, sitting up, and pressing her into you when she inevitably got too tired to hold herself up.

you soothe her trembling form, gently kissing her all over. her face, neck, forehead, hands. she recognises them as just that, kisses, without expectations for more or the idea that you're enticing her into another round. two is all she can take today, and that's all you'll give her.

eventually, she calms down, still with heavy breaths. she returns some of your kisses slowly. she says something in german that you don't quite catch. you keep up the affection, and when she can, she verbalizes hers. “i love you, sweet thing, good, you're always so good to me, thank you,” just to name a few.

you spend the night tangled up. the morning, too, but with room service.

[shiki-jin]

you'll never guess what struck my brain again. not in a million years. nuh uh

[shiki-jin]

i need to hop back on the tomodachi life demo and finish making raiden. she's just been half bald for weeks while ive been busy. also write but uhh im a bad multitasker

[shiki-jin]

PHM X READER COMMUNITY... ELECT YOUR MAYOR !! (vote for which fic u want most)

feel free to also request whatever you'd like, add on to these ideas, OR adopt them and write them as your own !!!! i would be very happy to read them :3

fav fic idea

1 (solar flare)

2 (buried in lunar soil)

3 (forgive me)

4 (correction and rewards)

5 (all the fear and the fire and the end of the world)

6 (more than humanity)

Voting ended onJun 14

[shiki-jin]

ask and u shall receive !! i am currently working on the yan fics + seeing if i cant rack my brain for brat ry. if you're sad about a certain fic not being popular, feel free to send in something related as a request, and i will be very likely to write it/prioritize it :]

i have two separate ideas for the yan eva fic that could go together but it'd be a bit clunky so we'll see. i have the ending scene in my brain though. yan ry gets a bit more "before" in his fic but there will certainly be no words spared from or for him

as always im happy to receive any requests at all, including for other characters like ilyukhina! (or dubois & shapiro, i just have a lesser grasp of their characters, but im always happy to do my best)