#but not before beating each other within an inch of their lives

[armandsfangs]

Daniel Molloy right after Devils Minion ends travels to Antarctica to investigate the disappearance of researchers at a station. Armand is listening in on Daniel's thoughts as a comfort but the thoughts suddenly get very distressed. Cue frantic journey and confrontation with Daniel...who is now infected by the Thing and doesn't know it. But Armand can sense it.

Anon, this is brilliant but I've never watched The Thing so I read the wikipedia article to write this so if anything is grossly wrong that is why, also warning for gore bc this is based on a horror movie lol

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Black smoke rises in the white out sky. The snow is splattered with crimson. The acrid smell of burning kerosene stings Armand's throat as he runs with preternatural speed to the smoking wreck of an antarctic base. He passes a charred lump of flesh, and the vile, unnatural scent that wafts past him almost makes him gag. Something terrible happened here, something that he is beginning to grasp with mounting anxiety.

Trying to suppress his own panic, he hones in on Daniel's panicked thoughts.

Gotta get outta here. The fucking generator's broken. I'll freeze! No, I have to live, I have to live, I HAVE TO LIVE, DAMMIT!

Armand slams through the scrap metal excuse for a door.

Huddled in the corner with a wrecked generator, with blood and ash streaking his face and a wild, terrified tremor in his shrunken pupils, is -

"Daniel!" The broken relief in Armand's voice cuts through the snow-dampened silence.

But the boy shrinks back. With shaking arms, he holds up a screwdriver like a weapon. Maybe it is. The end of it is unmistakably stained with blood. "W-Who are you?" His teeth are chattering.

Armand swallows and compresses the worryanxietylongingmissyouloveyou that swells in his chest. He made his choice before.

"I'm here to take you home," Armand says. He shrugs off his coat and holds it out. A peace offering. His vampiric body does not feel the cold the same way as a human. He resists the urge to bundle up Daniel in his coat and kiss his blue tinged cheeks until proper colour returns to them.

Daniel does not lower the screwdriver as he inches closer. Clever boy. His heartbeat pulses, fast and strong, no doubt running high on adrenaline. Slowly and carefully, he reaches out to take Armand's coat.

As soon as Daniel's hand makes contact, Armand smells it. The faintest trace of that vile, unnatural, alien scent.

Then he hears it. Beneath the beat of Daniel's heart is a second pulse. It's not quite a heartbeat, but a low thrum like the vibrations of taut elastic. And it's getting louder. It's spreading from Daniel's blood soaked wrist up his forearm to his elbow and it's not stopping.

Ice pierces Armand's lungs.

Daniel is shrugging on his coat, completely unaware. He looks up at Armand, wide green eyes stark against the ashen pallour of his face. "Thanks, man. I thought I was gonna die alone out here. You're gonna think I'm crazy but the others all turned into fuckin' monsters and attacked each other. You can look at the bodies if you don't believe me."

While he's talking, the - whatever it is - the Thing is reaching for Daniel's vital organs, elastic tendrils vibrating in a horrible harmony.

Armand will not let it. He lunges.

"FUCK NOT AGAIN - "

His fangs strike true. Daniel's scream dies as a wet gurgle that slips down Armand's throat.

Armand drains him, drains the vile Thing from Daniel's blood, and feels its angry thrumming in his own body, fighting to break free. With a concerted effort, he slashes open his own neck and presses Daniel's mouth to the wound.

Daniel barely takes a few mouthfuls before Armand has to push him away, doubling over as what feels like a thousand serrated limbs are clawing at his insides. He retches. The noxious taste of infected blood pours over his tongue as he vomits.

Then a great, wrenching agony wells up from deep within and splits Armand's jaw from his skull. His jawbone falls to the floor with a wet skidding clatter. Armand cannot scream. His trachea hangs in bloody tatters as a blood-slick pentapedal Thing pries itself out of the viscera.

Armand falls to his knees, scrabbling at the Thing. It struggles against him, screeching unnaturally from a round, sawtoothed orifice that gnashes at Armand's face as his claws score bloody gashes on its pulsing, squishy thorax.

Suddenly, a screwdriver is jammed into the gnashing orifice. Another set of hands seize the Thing and wrenches it off Armand and flings it away. It lands with a splatter of blood, its crablike legs writhing like a horrid, diseased arachid around the screwdriver lodged in its orifice.

Armand, dazed and bleeding profusely, fixes his burning orange eyes on the Thing. It ignites. Its shrieks are consumed in the roar of the flames. Armand does not look away until its nothing but a pile of ash.

When Armand falls, it is not onto the cold floor like he expects. He is cushioned by a thick coat and trembling arms. Through the haze of pain, he looks up into mirrored amber eyes, spilling over with tears.

"Armand... Don't fucking do that again..." Daniel whispers.

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They cause another horror movie to happen by eating another antarctic base of researchers (ANTARCTICULA: Coming to a theatre near you!) to heal themselves and then Armand has to piggyback fledgling Daniel to fly back to civilization.

[littleouroboros]

I wouldn't recommend getting this close to anything with a deck-sweeper, tbh

[tiazvni]

no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Broken Bonds

Fictober Day 1

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: the hardest part appeared to be keeping the word count under 1K and with this I miserably failed (as with some other stories too) but as much as I tried I can't find a way to cut it down so we are starting this fictober with almost a full fledged fic

Warnings: angst, betrayal, reconciliation sex, SMUT 18+

Word Count: 1,8 K

Please remember that comments and reblogs keep us writers motivated.

“Yield to me,” Sihtric demands, the tip of his sword inches from Uhtred’s throat.

Your eyes lock onto Finan and Osferth, hand gripping the hilt of your sword, yet neither of you moves. He was once a friend, a brother, even something more to some of you. Now he’s a traitor. But no one dares to draw their sword to confront him—everyone’s gaze shifting to Uhtred.

The silence is suffocating, as if the very air has thickened into water. Each breath is a struggle. Anger and resentment churn within you, like a storm waiting to break, coiling tighter around your heart like a venomous snake until it threatens to stop beating altogether.

Uhtred’s sword pokes the ground, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. They embrace. 

You see Osferth's eyes light up, a flicker of realisation crossing his face. He’s the first to shout, “They played us! Finan, they played us!”

His words echo in your ears as you notice the smile spreading across Finan’s lips. A ripple of excitement stirs among the men, their hushed murmurs swelling into a cheer. For them, the world has just snapped back into place, the chaos neatly resolved. But for you? For you, the real chaos has just begun.

Uhtred continues to press Sihtric with questions about the camp and the Danes. Though Sihtric responds, his gaze drifts across the gathered men, as if searching for someone. You can't bear it any longer. You need to get away. But just as you’re about to turn, your eyes lock with his.

A hesitant smile tugs at his lips as he watches you. Is it pride for a job well done that makes his eyes shine? Doesn’t he understand what he’s done? He’s broken it—shattered it, as fragile as it was—your friendship, your trust, your love.

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes. You can’t let him see them. Before the first one falls, you turn and run, as if a wild beast is on your heels. You push forward, deeper into the woods, until the dizziness rising in your chest forces you to stop.

Your back slams against the rough bark of a tree, your breaths ragged. Gripping the hilt of your dagger, you pull it free and press it tightly to your chest, your heart pounding beneath it. You don’t need to look. You already know whose hurried footsteps are closing in on your hiding place.

You wait, the careful shuffle of footsteps mixing with the thunder of your racing heartbeat, both echoing in your ears. You close your eyes for just a moment, and when they reopen, you find yourself staring into two deep pools of blue and brown. Without thinking, your arm shoots out, pressing the dagger against Sihtric’s throat.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even try to avoid it.

“Do it,” he whispers, his breath forming small clouds of mist in the crisp morning air, hovering between you like a fragile veil. “I know I deserve it.”

“Traitor,” you hiss through clenched teeth, your voice cold enough to make him wince.

“Do it,” he repeats, his voice growing louder, more desperate. “I’d rather die by your hand than live another moment with that cold emptiness in your eyes.”

You stand there, weapon in hand, trembling. His words pierce through the walls of anger you’ve built around your heart, the resolve you thought was unshakable now beginning to crack. His eyes, once filled with pride and defiance, now plead for release, for something more than this unbearable silence between you.

Your grip tightens on the hilt, your knuckles white, pressing the blade harder against his skin. A small cut forms, and a few drops of blood slide down the blade, like crimson tears but the weight of the blade feels heavier than ever. 

You want to hate him. You want to believe that the cold fury in your chest will give you the strength to strike. But his broken voice, the rawness in his plea, has chipped away at the resolve you clung to so fiercely.

“You think it’s that simple?” you whisper, voice trembling, not with anger but with something far more dangerous—pain. “You think death will absolve you of everything? You’re still a traitor, Sihtric. To me, you’ll always be a traitor. You left me, without a word, without anything. You betrayed my trust, my loyalty, my lo...,” your voice trails off.

He says nothing, his gaze locked on yours, waiting. His chest rises and falls with heavy, shallow breaths, but the anguish in his eyes only deepens. The fire of defiance that had once sparked between you is now replaced by a painful understanding—an understanding that neither of you can outrun the choices that brought you to this moment.

The blade lowers, your arm trembling from the effort of holding it aloft. You can’t do it. The anger dissipates, leaving only a hollow ache in its place.

“I hate you for what you did,” you say, voice barely a whisper, your words a confession more than an accusation. “But I can’t hate you enough to kill you.”

Sihtric’s eyes flicker with something—relief, guilt, perhaps even hope—but he remains still, waiting for your next move. You take a shaky step back, releasing the blade from your grip. It falls to the ground with a dull thud, a weight lifted from your hands but not from your heart.

Sihtric moves toward you, cautiously, as if fearing you might change your mind. His hands reach out but stop short of touching you. His breath is still ragged, and you can see the struggle in his face as he searches for the right words. But there are none. Not now.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to earn your forgiveness,” he finally says, his voice hoarse. “If you’ll let me.”

You don’t respond. Not with words. Instead, you close the distance between you, leaning your forehead against his chest, letting yourself feel the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his heart against yours. 

His rough, calloused fingers cup your jaw, and before you can protest, his lips crash against yours. The whimper you’ve been holding back escapes, muffled by the force of his kiss. It’s a kiss filled with anger, desperation, and regret—a kiss that takes rather than asks. 

Your hands find their way into his thick, curly hair, fingers tangling in the strands. Your nails scrape against his scalp as you tug hard, wanting to hurt him, wanting him to feel even a fraction of the pain he’s caused you. Sihtric groans into your mouth, his kiss raw, demanding, laced with unspoken apologies.

In a swift, rough motion, he spins you around, pressing you hard against the coarse bark of the tree. The wood bites into your skin, but you barely register the discomfort, your senses overloaded by the heat of his body and the fevered trail of kisses he leaves along your neck. His breath comes in ragged pants, brushing hot against your ear as his fingers fumble with the laces of your breeches, his frustration palpable.

“There hasn’t been a single night I didn’t dream of you,” he hisses into your ear, his voice thick with longing and regret.

Before you can respond, your breeches are yanked down in one swift motion. The cold air stings your exposed skin as Sihtric’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers finding your wetness with a practised ease. A gasp escapes your lips when his fingertips brush against your pearl, sending an electric shock through your body. The fury that coils within you clashes with the desire that sparks to life under his touch.

“Sihtric,” you breathe, a warning and a plea all in one.

“I need you,” he rasps, his body pressing firmly against yours, his desire undeniable. “Just as I know you need me.” The sound of his belt unbuckling cuts through the stillness of the morning, sharp and ominous. Anger still simmers in your chest, the betrayal still fresh, but your body betrays you, responding to him in ways you can’t control.

Despite the rage that still burns beneath your skin, a moan escapes you, involuntary, as you instinctively push back against him the moment you feel the hard length of him pressing at your entrance. 

He groans, the sound low and guttural, and then he’s inside you, thrusting hard and without warning. His grip on your hips is bruising, fingers digging into your flesh as he sets a brutal, unrelenting pace. Each thrust stretches you in a way that only he can, a mixture of pleasure and pain that blurs the line between anger and desire.

His fingers find your pearl again, brushing against it in a way that makes your breath hitch, your body betraying you once more. You’re torn between the fury still simmering in your chest and the raw, undeniable need that pulses between your thighs.

“You are everything to me and I'll never lie to you again,” he pants into your ear, his voice breaking, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate. His hips slam into you fiercely, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the cold morning air. The flames of anger and hurt that once consumed you begin to flicker out, dimming in the face of the growing hum of desire coursing through your veins.

Your anger falters, slipping away as you release it with a loud moan, Sihtric’s name falling from your lips, soft and breathless, carried away by the cold morning air. 

“I’ll keep pleading for your forgiveness, as long and as often as it takes, until you’re ready to grant it—until you trust me again,” he begs, his voice tight with strain, growing more desperate with each word.

“Please… forgive me,” his breath, ragged and uneven, fans hot against your neck as he shudders, strangled moans roll over his lips as he spills his seed deep inside you.

For a moment, the world stands still, the heat of his body pressed against yours. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against the back of your neck, his breath slowly evening out. You feel the trembling in his limbs, the way his body still clings to yours as if afraid to let go.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispers, the vulnerability in his voice so raw it makes your chest ache. “But I did... and I’ll never forgive myself for it.”

You close your eyes, trying to make sense of the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you. The anger isn’t gone, not completely, but it’s softened by the realisation that he’s just as broken as you are. And in that moment, you realise that forgiveness isn’t something you can give freely—it’s something you both have to earn.

With a shaky breath, you turn around to face him, your hands resting gently on his chest. His eyes meet yours, and you see the guilt, the sorrow, the regret etched into his features. There’s no denying the pain he’s caused, but there’s also no denying the depth of his remorse.

“I’m not sure I can forgive you,” you whisper, your voice steady despite the storm inside you. “Not yet.”

Sihtric’s gaze drops to the ground, but you lift his chin gently, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“But I’m willing to try,” you add softly, the weight of those words hanging between you.

A flicker of hope passes through his eyes, and though it’s fragile, it’s enough.

[mrsfancyferrari]

You can do it with a pilot between charles, lando, max, lewis, carlos and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell"

Favourite Smell

Anon: You can do it with a pilot between charles, lando, max, lewis, carlos and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell"

Song: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Author’s note: Hey anon! I'm not that good at writing smut so please bear with me! Please like, reblog and share this! <33

Word count: 4.6k

The sound of the front door opening startles you out of your work-induced haze. You glance up at the clock on your computer screen and see that it's already past 11pm.

You sigh, realizing how exhausted you truly are. Just a few hours ago, you were navigating through turbulent skies, ensuring the safe arrival of hundreds of passengers. Flying airplanes for a week straight really takes a lot out of you, but the thrill of being in the air makes it all worthwhile.

You had just arrived home, your body still vibrating from the hum of the engines, and now you find yourself jolted back to reality by the sudden noise.

Despite your fatigue, you find a small sense of comfort in the familiarity of your home. The soft glow of your office lamp, the faint scent of your favorite candle, and the quiet stillness of the night all serve as a gentle reminder that you're finally back in your sanctuary.

You save your last email and swivel your chair around to see Max walking into the living room, looking as handsome as ever.

It's been months since you last saw him in person, and the sight of him takes your breath away. His chiseled jawline, the way his hair effortlessly falls into place, and those piercing eyes that seem to look right through you—every detail is even more striking than you remembered.

You almost forgot just how handsome and hot he is, but now, standing before you, he looks like he stepped straight out of your dreams.

Max's presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. As he walks closer, a warm smile spreads across his face, making your heart skip a beat.

You realize just how much you've missed him, and the thought of reconnecting fills you with a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Hey you," you say, standing up to greet him with a kiss. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground, spinning you around in a circle before setting you back down.

"I missed you," he says, his eyes shining with excitement. "God, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," you reply, your heart fluttering in your chest. "How was your flight?"

"It was good," he says, his hands already starting to wander down your body. "But it's nothing compared to being here with you."

You laugh and swat his hands away, but you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. It's been months since you two last saw each other, and you can feel the heat building between you already.

"Let me take a shower and then we can catch up," you say, pulling away from him.

"Can I join you?" he asks, his eyes darkening with desire.

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of his hands on your body is too tempting to resist. "Okay," you say, nodding your head. "But no funny business."

He grins and follows you into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he goes. By the time you step into the shower, he's already naked and waiting for you.

You step under the hot water and let it wash over you, closing your eyes and sighing with pleasure.

As the water cascades over your body, you can feel the tension of the day slowly melting away. You're aware of his presence behind you, the heat of his skin just inches from yours, and it sends shivers down your spine.

A mix of excitement and nervousness bubbles within you, but you focus on the soothing sensation of the water, trying to stay in the moment.

You feel Max's hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him, and you open your eyes to see him looking down at you with a hungry expression.

His touch is electric, sending tingles through your skin as his fingers trace the curve of your waist.

The warmth of his breath against your neck makes your heart race, and you can feel the firm press of his body against yours, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.

The combination of the steamy water and his closeness creates a heady, intoxicating atmosphere that leaves you breathless.

"I love your smell," he says, pressing his nose into your shoulder and inhaling deeply.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, feeling his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

"I've missed you," you say again, your voice husky with desire.

The intensity of it all is overwhelming, a blend of longing, passion, and a deep-seated connection that seems to transcend words. Each touch, each breath, feels like a reaffirmation of something profound and unspoken between us.

My heart pounds in my chest, a rhythm that mirrors the urgency and desire coursing through my veins.

He growls and picks you up, pinning you against the shower wall and thrusting his hips against yours. You can feel the heat building between us, your body responding to his touch without hesitation.

"I need you," he says, his voice low and urgent. "I need to be inside you."

You nod, unable to speak. You want him just as much as he wants you. He reaches down and guides his cock inside you, and you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up.

He starts to move, thrusting in and out of you with a desperate need. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks you harder and harder.

"Yes, yes," you moan, your head falling back against the shower wall. "Fuck, Max, yes."

He groans and quickens his pace, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. You can feel yourself getting close, your body tensing up as the pleasure builds.

"I'm going to cum," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Cum for me," he says, his voice strained. "Cum all over my cock."

You cry out as you come, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. He follows you over the edge, his cock twitching inside you as he releases.

You stay like that for a moment, your bodies slick with sweat and water. He pulls you close and kisses you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck, your heart still pounding in your chest.

You take a deep breath as you slowly come back to reality. He kisses you again, slow and soft this time, and you can feel the love between us.

The warmth of his body against mine is comforting, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothes the lingering intensity of our encounter. My muscles, still trembling from the peak of pleasure, begin to relax as I take in the scent of his skin mixed with the steam of the shower.

As we stand there, enveloped in each other’s embrace, I feel a profound sense of contentment and connection, a silent promise of love and devotion.

"I love you," he says, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with happiness.

You finish your shower and dry off, getting dressed in comfortable clothes before settling on the couch to catch up on each other's lives.

But even as you talk and laugh, your mind keeps drifting back to the feel of his body against yours, his cock inside you.

You know that you have a long night ahead, and you can't wait to explore every inch of each other's bodies. . . .

Today, Max's desire for you was really insatiable, and he follows you around the house after an intense bathroom encounter.

"I'm not done yet," Max mutters, his voice low and husky with need.

You try to resist, but his touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself unable to deny him. As you walk into the kitchen, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

"Max, I'm tired," you protest, but your words lack conviction.

He nuzzles your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just a little while longer," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

His hands start to wander, caressing your body in all the right places. You feel yourself weakening, your resistance melting away. He lifts you up onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs apart.

"Max, what are you doing?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you," he says, his voice filled with longing.

"We shouldn't, you have something tomorrow," you start, but Max's lips on yours stop you mid-sentence.

"Stop thinking," he mutters against your mouth, his kiss deepening as if to erase any lingering doubts.

You try to pull away, rational thoughts battling with the desire flooding your veins, but Max's grip tightens, his hands firm and persuasive.

"Max, we really should..." you attempt to protest once more, though the words come out softer, less certain.

"Just this once," he pleads, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "I'll make it worth your while."

His hands continue their exploration, coaxing and caressing in ways that make coherent thought nearly impossible. You let out a sigh, knowing that resisting him is futile, especially when he's like this.

"Okay, but just this once," you finally concede, your voice barely audible as you give in, your body already responding to his every touch.

Max started kissing you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned, your head falling back as he trailed kisses down your neck. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing you.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You moaned, your hips bucking up to meet his. "Max," You said, your voice breathless.

Max didn't need any more encouragement. He slid into you, filling you up completely. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight," he said, his voice strained.

You moaned, your hips moving in time with his. "Max, harder," You said, your voice a whisper.

Max started thrusting harder, his cock hitting you in all the right spots. How he managed to hit it every time, you'll never know.

You moaned, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you.

"Yes, Max, yes," You said, your voice breathless.

Max leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked and bit, his hands gripping your hips. You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, Max," You said, your voice strained.

Max started thrusting harder and faster, his cock hitting me deeper and deeper. You moaned, your head thrown back as pleasure consumed you.

"Max, I'm close," You said, your voice breathless.

Max groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Me too," he said, his voice strained.

You moaned, your orgasm rushing over you. "Max, yes, yes," You said, your voice a whisper.

Max groaned, his cock twitching inside you as he came. We both sat there, panting and sweating, for a few moments.

"I told you I wasn't done yet," he whispers, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You smile, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment as you catch your breath. "You definitely weren't," you murmur, running your fingers through his hair.

"But we really shouldn't make this a habit," you add with a teasing grin, although a part of you knows it's going to be hard to resist him in the future.

He chuckles softly, lifting his head to look into your eyes. "We'll see about that," he says, his tone both playful and serious. "For now, let's just enjoy this moment," he suggests, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You nod, cuddling closer, feeling his warmth enveloping you as you both drift into a peaceful silence, savoring the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

His charisma and the undeniable chemistry you share make it difficult to keep your distance. Every touch, every glance between you seems to ignite a fire that can't easily be extinguished.

As much as you try to remind yourself of the complications, the magnetic pull you feel towards him is almost impossible to ignore.

He rests his head at the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your skin. Each kiss sends a shiver down your spine, and occasionally, he teases you with a playful bite that makes you gasp softly.

The intimacy of the moment, the way he seems to know exactly how to make you feel alive, only deepens your connection. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation, his breath warm against your neck.

As you lie there, you can't help but think about the complexities of your relationship. Part of you knows that allowing yourself to get swept up in this passion could lead to complications, but another part of you craves the intensity of your bond.

His touch, his presence, everything about him feels like a magnet pulling you in. For now, you decide to surrender to the moment, letting the warmth of his kisses and the comfort of his embrace wash over you.

His lips continue their tender assault, and you can't help but tilt your head, giving him better access.

"You're making it very hard to resist," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

He pauses, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing, "because I don't intend to be resisted."

The line between desire and restraint blurs further as you both surrender to the undeniable chemistry that binds you.

Suddenly, he scoops you up with a swift, effortless motion, his strong arms sliding beneath your thighs. You gasp in surprise, clinging to him as he carries you towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours.

The playful glint in his gaze only fuels the fire within you, making your heart race even faster. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you and the magnetic pull that binds you together.

As he lays you gently on the bed, you feel the anticipation building, every nerve in your body alight with desire. His hands trace delicate patterns along your skin, each touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of your shared breaths and the quiet hum of your heartbeat. In this moment, nothing else matters except the undeniable connection you share, and you surrender completely, allowing yourself to be consumed by the intensity of your bond.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You know, we should go to sleep. We've got a lot of things happening tomorrow."

You blink, the haze of desire lifting slightly as reality seeps back in. "You're right," you murmur, though part of you aches to continue this intimate dance.

Max grins, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection.

"But," he says, his voice softening, "just because we need to sleep doesn't mean we can't enjoy these small moments."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with physical touch. "True," you reply, snuggling closer to him.

Max then traced his fingers across your back, sending tingles down your spine. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were memorizing every curve and contour.

You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation and the quiet intimacy that wrapped around you both like a cocoon. The world outside seemed so far away, its demands and responsibilities unable to penetrate the sacred bubble you had created together.

As his fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. The day's worries melted away, replaced by the comforting rhythm of his touch.

Max's presence was a soothing balm, grounding you in the here and now. "These moments are what make everything else worthwhile," he whispered, his breath stirring the hair at the nape of your neck.

You nodded, a contented smile playing on your lips. In this shared silence, you both found solace, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brought, you would face it together.

The gentle caress of Max's fingers, combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, lulled you into a state of serene drowsiness. You felt your thoughts begin to drift, each one softer and more distant than the last.

It was as if the very essence of the night was wrapping around you, pulling you gently into its embrace. The boundaries between wakefulness and sleep blurred, and you let yourself be carried away by the tranquility of the moment.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, only that you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains.

Max's arm was still around you, his presence a constant, reassuring anchor. For a moment, you simply lay there, basking in the warmth of his body and the quiet promise of a new day.

The world outside might have been calling, but here, in this space, you found a rare and precious peace.

Birdsong filled the air, a melodic chorus that signaled the start of a new day. The gentle rustling of leaves in the morning breeze added a soothing backdrop, while the distant hum of early morning traffic provided a subtle reminder of the world beyond your sanctuary.

These sounds blended together, creating a harmonious symphony that welcomed you into the day with a sense of calm and renewal.

As you stretched, you felt a dull ache in your muscles, a lingering reminder of the previous day's exertions. A blush crept up your cheeks as fleeting memories of yesterday's passionate moments surfaced.

The way Max had looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, played over in your mind. Each touch, each whispered word had left an indelible mark, a testament to the intensity of your connection.

You turned your head slightly, watching Max's peaceful expression as he continued to sleep.

The blush deepened as your gaze traced the line of his jaw, recalling how it felt beneath your fingers.

Despite the soreness, a small smile formed on your lips, gratitude filling your heart for the beautiful moments you shared. The day ahead might be demanding, but the memory of yesterday's shared intimacy provided a wellspring of strength and joy to draw from.

Suddenly, Max's hand on your waist started to move, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. "Does it still hurt?" you heard him mutter, his voice thick with sleep and concern.

Startled, you turned to face him, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "A little," you admitted shyly, avoiding his gaze. "But it's a good kind of sore."

Max's eyes softened as he looked at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry if I was too rough," he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shook your head, a small, bashful smile forming on your lips. "No, it was perfect," you reassured him, feeling a rush of warmth at his caring touch. "Really, Max, it was perfect."

His smile widened, and he pulled you closer, wrapping you in his comforting embrace as the world outside slowly came to life. . . .

The sun streams through the window blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across the living room floor. You sprawl on the couch, idly flipping through the channels on the TV, your thoughts drifting to Max, who's off at the gym.

It had been a few days since your last intimate moment with Max, and the memory lingered in your mind, a sweet ache that you couldn’t shake.

The way his touch had made your skin tingle, the sound of his breath mingling with yours, it all felt so vivid, so immediate, even though it was already slipping into the past.

You found yourself craving that connection again, the way your bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match.

As you continued to flip through the channels, a wave of longing washed over you. You imagined him walking through the door, still sweaty from his workout, his muscles taut and glistening.

You could almost feel the heat radiating from his body as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips a perfect blend of tenderness and urgency.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew that when he comes back, you would make sure to remind him just how much you missed him.

A smile plays at the corners of your lips as you remember the way he looked this morning, his hair still mussed from sleep and his eyes bright with excitement for the day ahead.

The sound of the front door opening startles you out of your reverie. Max walks in, his cheeks flushed from exertion and his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down your spine.

He crosses the room in a few long strides, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he passes.

"Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and husky. "How was your day?"

"Boring without you," you reply, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. "How was your workout?"

"Good," he says, his gaze dropping to your lips. "But not as good as what I have in mind for later."

Your heart skips a beat as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you open to him, welcoming the invasion with a sigh of pleasure.

The kiss deepens, and you find yourself pulling him down onto the couch, your legs tangling with his as you explore each other's mouths. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

"God, I want you," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"Me too," you pant, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "I need you, Max."

He helps you strip off his shirt, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of your bare skin. His hands are warm and sure as they explore your body, his fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin.

You arch up against him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he nips at your earlobe, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck. He slides a hand between your legs, his fingers finding the damp heat of your pussy.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "I can't wait to taste you."

He drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs as he presses kisses to your skin. His tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your panties, and you moan, your hips bucking up against his mouth.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. His tongue finds your clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub until you're squirming with pleasure.

"Max, please," you gasp, your fingers threading through his hair. "I need more."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Beg for it," he says, his voice low and commanding.

"Please, Max," you beg, your voice shaking with need. "Fuck me with your tongue. I want to feel you inside me."

He growls, his tongue plunging into your pussy with a hunger that makes you cry out. He licks and sucks, his fingers joining in, thrusting in and out of your slick heat.

You're close, so close, and then he curls his fingers, finding that spot inside you that sends you spiraling over the edge. You come hard, your back arching off the couch as you scream his name.

He stands, his cock hard and throbbing against his pants. He strips off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free, thick and hard and ready for you.

You sit up, reaching for him, pulling him down onto the couch. He settles between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance.

"Look at me," he says, his voice low and intense.

You meet his gaze, your eyes locked as he thrusts into you, filling you completely. You moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he starts to move.

He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours as he fucks you hard and deep. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies slick with sweat as you chase your release.

"Yes, Max," you gasp, your nails raking down his back. "Harder, fuck me harder."

He growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his climax.

You can only moan in response, your body overwhelmed with pleasure. Max's thrusts become more erratic, his balls slapping against your ass. You can feel yourself getting close, your muscles tensing up.

"Max, I'm gonna cum," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Max grunts, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you tighten around my cock."

It's all it takes for you to tip over the edge, your orgasm ripping through your body. You cry out, your muscles clenching around Max's cock. He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reaches his own release.

"Fuck, yes," he growls, his cock twitching inside you.

You both collapse onto the couch, your bodies spent. Max pulls out, his cum spilling out of your pussy. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Feeling better now?" he asks, smirking.

You can't help but laugh, your body still humming with pleasure. "Much better, thanks to you."

Max chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

"I was thinking, maybe next time we could try something new. I’ve been wanting to explore a few ideas with you."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?" His smirk widens, eyes darkening with mischief. "You'll just have to wait and see," he whispers, planting another kiss on your lips.

The promise of what’s to come sends another thrill through you, and you smile, anticipation already building for your next encounter. . . .

[kuroosdarling]

STORMY NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. roomie!mattsun !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. fem. reader, unprotected sex, praise, minimal prep tbh, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight cervix fucking, creampie, light dose of aftercare — WC : 2.6k

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after you and matsukawa started your roommates with benefits situation, the two of you have been taking full advantage of it. but tonight, it’s a little different. as the storm rages on outside, you’re doing everything in your power to keep the one inside you at bay. at this point, it’s hard to say whether the thunderstorm or your ever growing feelings for matsukawa are scarier.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : im insane for this man atp. roommate mattsun lives in my mind rent free sigh. anyway, i hope y’all enjoy this !! i have more ideas for this guy so stay tuned !! and thank u for reading <3

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

the room fills with a bright flash of light, washing over your walls and illuminating every dark corner. within a few seconds, thunder pierces the silence. you couldn’t help but try and bury yourself under the blankets. storms like these were the worst.

the ones that rudely declare its presence in the middle of the night, ripping away any chance at a good night's sleep. the deafening booms ensure a restless night filled with dread knowing that tomorrow will drag on with exhaustion. thunderstorms could be nice, but right now, it has you shrinking further and further into your bed.

another loud noise went off, but it wasn’t thunder this time. you bolt up in your bed, staring at mattsun who was standing dumbly in the doorway, his hand still lingering on the doorknob. it was clear he didn’t mean to bust it open like that, but the damage was done.

“do you mind?” you screech out the last word, your heart beating out at your chest.

“i promise i knocked.” he walked in, chuckling with his hand shoved deep into his pockets. he was wearing those stupid gray sweatpants again and if you weren’t so scared right now, your mind would’ve wandered to what happened the last time he wore those. he knew you liked them and wasn’t afraid to sport them around the house. constantly. “seriously, relax, i just came in to check on you.”

“by scaring the shit out of me?” you huff as he climbs into the bed next to you. you cross your arms at the ease of it all, trying to keep your breathing still. at least you could chalk it up to the thunderstorm making you nervous and not the fact that he was inching closer to you.

“that was an accident.” he rolls his eyes. “you know your door gets stuck.”

“yeah because you and makki tried to play jackass and totally fucked up the lock.” the thunder sounded off again but it was mixed with mattsuns laugh. you tried to focus on that sound instead, not realizing you were leaning into him.

“you got me there.” he gives you a lazy smile before looking around. he knew you were scared and were just trying to keep a brave face. “why don’t we go in the living room and watch a movie? we can bring out our blankets and stuff.”

“yeah-“ the thunder cut you off, the lightning flashes throughout the room, casting a fleeting light over mattsuns face. you look at each other for a moment, your eyes holding back so many words that your lips wish to say. but instead you cower from the loud noise and the weight of your own feelings.

“alright let’s go.” he throws the blanket over you like a cape, the warm fabric wrapping itself around you like a safety net. immediately, he’s picking up the rest of your pillows and blankets, waiting for you to walk out of the room first.

you lead the way, taking your time. he follows you out into the room, throwing the pillows down on the floor.

“hey!” you snap at him, hurrying your way over to pick them up.

“what? we’re gonna lay on the floor.” he said like it was obvious. your eyes trail from him to the couch before you roll them.

“alright, fine. go get your stuff then.” you start arranging the pillows and blankets to a makeshift bed. he goes to his room without another word, hurriedly grabbing his stuff before the next thunder sounds off.

he tosses the pillow against your head, causing you to stumble forward. you whirl around, glaring at him as he holds up the other pillow with a goofy grin.

“are you really trying to have a pillow fight with me right now?” you scoff.

“not much of a fight though, is it.” he shrugs, moving closer. your eyes widen as you scoop up the pillow, turning to whack him against the head. he starts laughing, utterly amused at your attempt. 

“shut up.” you sigh, as you move to sit down. mattsun looks panicked for a moment, so split that if you weren’t already looking at him you would’ve missed it. unbeknownst to you, mattsun was trying his best to distract you from the storm outside, trying to keep your attention on him. 

“alright let’s put on a movie, yeah?” he throws down his pillow next to you, it landing with a soft thud before he practically flops onto the mountain of blankets youre perched on.

“what are we gonna watch?” you ask, trying not to look at the raging storm outside and instead focus on the one brewing deep within his dark eyes.

as soon as he turned on the tv, it blew out. in fact, all the lights in the apartment went out. the slight ticking noise of the AC filtering out before thunder overpowered it, booming throughout the room, causing you to smush yourself further into mattsun’s side.

instantly, his arm is around you. “hey, it’s alright. let me light some candles.” he presses a soft, comforting kiss against your head before getting up, making sure the blanket is safely covering you in his absence.

luckily, you had candles stored all throughout the shared apartment. he carefully took them out as well as his trusty lighter. he went around the room lighting each one, racing against the storm. your eyes didn’t leave him. soon enough, the warm glow filled the otherwise dark space, doing its best to combat the bright flashes from outside.

“there.” he said, looking somewhat proud of his job well done before he turned to look at you, almost surprised to see your eyes already set on his. you sat up, the blanket falling off of your shoulders, pooling around your waist. he slinks over to you and sits down on the blankets, easing you down with him as you lay side by side. “it’ll pass soon, im sure of it. just focus on me, okay?”

“okay.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. it was a miracle if he heard it at all. the thunder continued to roar outside and he felt you start to tremble in his arms. he looks at you again, slowly moving in to kiss you on the cheek. 

“focus on my lips,” he says, starting to place sloppy, opened mouthed kisses along your neck. your sleep shirt — or rather, his t shirt– slips down your shoulder, leaving it bare. mattsun wasted no time as he trailed down your neck, leaving more kisses along your exposed skin before making his way back up. 

and whatever he was doing — it was working. instead of focusing on the lightning bolts crashing down outside, all you could do was melt from the kisses he laid upon your skin.

his deft fingers find your chin, pulling you in closer so he can properly kiss you on the lips. he was always a good kisser, taking his time as if it would be a crime not to. molding his lips to yours, savoring each bit as you easily find your rhythm together.

even though the kiss wasn’t explicitly passionate, it still left you breathless all the same. each slow caress stole more oxygen from your lungs until you were practically gasping for air. but he didn’t let up, sliding his hand up your thigh as his lips press against your neck. 

thunder clashed overhead again, causing mattsun’s hold on your thigh to grow tighter, using it as leverage to pull you flush against him as his own legs slot between yours. 

“gonna prep you now.” he mumbles against your neck. his fingers grab a hold of your flimsy sleep shorts and pulls them all the way down, along with your underwear. you gasp out but he swallows it, consuming your air once again. 

“already so wet f’me.” he murmurs in your ear, his lips resting on your lobe. he quickly slips another finger in, pumping both of them quickly to try and stretch you out, relishing in the way you squirm under him.

once the small whine left your lips, he couldn’t hold back anymore. giving you one last peck and sliding down, placing a kiss on each of your thighs before his tongue began to tease your folds.

mattsun could lay between your legs for hours if you let him, taking his time to savor you, having you come undone around him again and again until your thighs trembled around his head. it was his salvation, the answer to his prayers, the fix he needed to get through the night.

but he didn’t have that much time tonight, not when you were in desperate need of distraction. your fingers tugged on his hair, causing him to groan out into your cunt. the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. it was too much — his hips stuttered against the blanketed floor, begging for some sort of relief.

“issei-“ you breathe out. mattsun curses the thunder for trying to eat up your sweet sounds, but he moves back up to you so he can press his lips against yours.

“yes?” he asks, slipping a finger past his waistband and sliding off his sweatpants so he can free his aching cock. he needs to feel you. your breath hitches as it nudges against your thighs, his cock already wantonly twitching the moment he comes into contact with you.

“please, i’m ready.” you squirm in his hold, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. he hisses out in pleasure, his forehead knocking down onto yours as he feels his whole body succumb to you, his craving for you becoming too irresistible.

“okay.” he lets you guide him to your entrance, his tip pressing against your clit and trying to soak up all the slick and spit on your messy cunt. his hand wraps around yours, using it to guide him into you quicker, slowly pushing in. 

the stretch always took a second to adjust to once he was fully seated in your warm cunt, buried at the hilt. his size was no easy feat to take, the overwhelmingly sweet pleasure always accompanied by the slight sting of pain. and he was always so patient, softly peppering your skin with kisses. but tonight, you were too impatient for all of that, desperate to feel him. so you start moving your hips, catching him by surprise.

“slow down.” he grips onto your hips tightly, stilling you in place so he could properly collect himself. you pout up at him, not thrilled about having to wait any longer but you humor him. “i’ll give you what you want, don’t you worry, pretty.”

“then get on with it.” you breathe out as he pulls out of you – his tip nestled back at your entrance. he can feel you clench around him, strategically pulsing in a silent command to hurry up. before he starts, he cages you in his arms, pushing back in and lazily moving his hips with shallow thrusts. a small teasing smile takes up his face at your attempt to be demanding.

“don’t get all bratty on me now, i was just getting started.” his hips start to move faster, his cock practically kissing your cervix. each of his thrusts blurring your thoughts together, your mind growing dizzy from the intense pleasure. he looks at you and chuckles, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head in amusement. “you just wanted to be fucked dumb on my cock, is that it?”

“n-no.” you say, turning your head away from him in slight shame. but he barely lets you as he cusps your chin and pulls your attention back onto him.

“you’re lying now?” the smile on his face turns dastardly and you can’t help but moan as he pulls you tighter to him. feeling him stretch you out, overpower your senses, brings you closer as you teeter on the edge.

the thunder roared outside, but you barely heard it as it melted away in the background. it causes you to jump a little bit but you’re secure in mattsuns arms, his hold tightening. his pace doesn’t relent, in fact, it only speeds up. a softer look graces his features as he remembers what he was trying to do – distract you.

the candlelight caresses his face, intimately wrapping itself around his skin in the way that had you envying the soft light. to be that close to him, to share that space, you wanted more. it’s all feels more soft, muted, like he’s really taking care of you.

you clench around him, causing him to groan as you squeeze his cock, barely letting him pull out. he could never keep his cool around you for too long. 

“you’re so fucking pretty. how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he pulls you in closer, pressing up against you as if the air between you two was intruding in your space.

every time his skin touched yours, something new planted itself in its place, running deep through your veins, directly to your heart. no matter how many times you tried to starve it, neglecting to nourish it — it continued to grow to the point you couldn’t bury it anymore.

you loved him.

and it terrified you.

but it also drew you closer to your edge. 

“sei-“ you call out, your fingers gripping the blanket as you arch your back, your chest pressing against his. you can feel your thighs tightening around his hips, his large hands cupping your backside as he practically lifts your bottom half up to meet his thrusts.

you’ve never felt him this deep, like his cock was lodged all the way up inside of you, piercing your heart. you could barely speak, just babbling his name and letting out mewls of pleasure.

he was fucking you dumb but not dumb enough, as those feelings you’ve been trying to hide slips through the cracks and your faced with the horror of loving him — or rather, the horror of possibly having your heartbroken by him. 

“getting close?” he grunts down at you, his voice raspy and streaked with desperation. you brave yourself to look up at him through half lidded eyes, barely able to open them up all the way. you can feel him twitch inside of you as he lets out a groan — teetering on his own edge but adamant to feel you come undone around him first.

“yes, so, so close-“ you cry as his fingers find your clit again, lightly brushing against it and causing you to spiral down, to a paradise or the depths of hell — you didn’t know. all you knew is that you wanted him to come with you as you clutch onto him, dragging him with you as he fills you up with his cum.

he falls to his elbows, careful not to put all of his weight onto you. he kisses you softly, even though he couldn’t catch his breath. he didn’t want to pull out just yet, but knew that he wanted to clean you up.

with one last kiss to your head, he slides out and hisses at the sting of overstimulation. sliding his pants back on, he quickly makes his way to the bathroom. he’s back in another second with a towel, carefully cleaning you up and sliding his shirt back over your head.

you lay there, letting him take care of you as your hazy mind starts coming to again, swirling with many questions that you decide to wait and face them in the morning. for now, it was just nice to soak up all the affection he was giving you.

“i’m gonna blow out the candles, okay?” he asks you softly. you nod, letting him to his thing before he comes back to you and cradles you close to him, getting settled for the night.

even though the thunder had long since died out, neither of you moved. too lost in the sanctuary of each other's arms, creating a warm, safe space where you could both let your guard down, even just a little bit.

mattsun kisses your head gently as you nuzzle further into him. the two of you drifting off into a peaceful sleep, comfortably wrapped up in the blankets and each other's unspoken love.

and in the morning, when makki awoke to see his best friends curled up together on the floor, he didn’t say anything. he just quietly smiled to himself and retreated back into his room.

[whereforarthur]

Wedding Night Bliss~

Request: i’m begging for a fluffy smut of what happens after during the wedding night

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

Summary: Part 2 to Wedding Day Bliss, George and y/n's first time as husband and wife

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.7k

*****

“Frozen in time, captured in memories, filled in passion, she melted in love before his eyes.” ― Luffina Lourduraj

In the candle lit living room, a bottle of champagne awaited them on the coffee table, chilling in an ice bucket. The soft hum of classical music filled the air, setting the stage for a night of passion and love. Y/N felt her heart race as George set her down, his eyes smoldering with desire. He popped the cork with a flourish, the sound echoing through the house like a declaration of their union. The bubbly liquid flowed into two flutes, the golden liquid fizzing with anticipation.

They toasted to a lifetime of happiness, their glasses clinking together in a silent promise. As they sipped, George's hand found its way to the small of Y/N's back, pulling her closer. His thumb traced lazy circles on her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. The warmth of his touch was like a brand, searing into her very soul. She leaned into him, feeling the strength of his body against hers, the steady beat of his heart syncing with her own.

Their kiss was slow and deliberate, a dance of exploration and reassurance. The sweetness of the champagne mingled with the taste of each other, a heady concoction that left them both breathless. Y/N felt herself melting into George, the outside world fading away until all that remained was the here and now, their bodies entwined.

With gentle urgency, George led her upstairs, the plush carpet beneath their feet muffling their footsteps. The master bedroom was a sanctuary of soft white linens and plush pillows, the scent of lavender subtly permeating the air. The large bay window offered a breathtaking view of the London skyline, the city lights twinkling like stars in the distance.

He undressed her with the reverence of an artist unveiling a masterpiece, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body. Y/N watched him in the dim light, her heart racing as she saw the desire reflected in his gaze. When she was bare before him, he took a step back, his own shirt and trousers following suit, revealing his toned physique. Their eyes locked once more, and she knew without a doubt that this was where she belonged, in the arms of this man who cherished her so deeply.

Their bodies met in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises, their kisses growing more feverish with each passing moment. His hands roamed her curves with a hunger that was both thrilling and overwhelming, each touch igniting a new spark of passion within her. Y/N's fingers found the buttons of his shirt, eager to explore the warmth of his skin beneath. With a growl of approval, George helped her, his own hands trembling slightly with excitement.

The fabric fell away, exposing his muscular chest, the faint dusting of hair leading down to the waistband of his trousers. Y/N's eyes traced the contours of his body, her desire for him reaching a crescendo. He cupped her face, pulling her back to him for another kiss, deeper and more demanding than the last. His tongue danced with hers, the heat between them threatening to set the room ablaze.

"I want you so badly," George murmured, his voice thick with need. "You're mine now, Mrs. Clarke."

"Yours, Mr. Clarke," Y/N whispered back, her eyes smoldering with desire. She reached up to kiss him again, her hand sliding down to grip his firm waist.

George's hands moved to her hips, his grip firm as he lifted her onto the bed. The softness of the mattress gave way beneath her, and she felt the heat of his body as he joined her, his weight pressing her into the pillows. His kisses grew more insistent, his teeth grazing her lower lip before he moved to pepper kisses along her neck, eliciting gasps of pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His hands explored her body with confidence, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peaked in response. Y/N arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as he claimed one with his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud before moving to the other.

Her hands found their way to his hair, gripping tightly as he kissed a trail down her stomach, his teeth grazing her hipbone. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"I want all of you," she panted, her voice laced with need. "Every inch."

George's eyes darkened, a smoldering fire of desire. He positioned himself between her thighs, his arousal pressing against her core. "And you shall have it," he promised, his voice a seductive rumble. "But first, let me taste you."

With a wicked smile, he dipped his head, his tongue tracing a wet line up her inner thigh, making her squirm with anticipation. He took his time, savoring every inch of her soft skin, driving her wild with need. When he finally reached her center, she was already slick with arousal, and his groan of appreciation sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I can't wait to be inside you." His mouth closed over her, his tongue swirling and flicking, delving deep into her folds. Y/N's hips bucked upwards, a keening cry escaping her lips. His talented tongue danced with her clit, the pressure building with every stroke.

"Oh, God, George," she moaned, her nails digging into the bed sheets. He chuckled against her, the vibration sending her spiraling closer to the edge. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" His voice was rough with desire, his own need clear in every syllable.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I'm going to come for you." And she did, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel her walls clench around his tongue, her orgasm a symphony of sensation that left her boneless and panting.

George didn't stop, though, instead using the moment to slip two fingers inside her, curling them in a way that made her eyes roll back in her head. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So perfect."

Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as he worked her, her second orgasm building swiftly. "I need you," she panted, reaching for him. "Inside me, now."

He obliged, kissing his way back up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. "Tell me again," he whispered, his voice a hot breath against her ear. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she whimpered, her body begging for more. "Always."

With one swift, powerful thrust, George claimed her, filling her completely. They both groaned, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him, before beginning a slow, rhythmic movement that had them both panting and moaning.

Their union was a dance of passion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. George's every touch, every kiss, every word was a declaration of his love and possession. Y/N's legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper, her nails raking down his spine.

Their lovemaking grew more intense, their moans filling the room as they lost themselves in each other. The scent of their desire mingled with the lavender in the air, a heady aroma that only served to inflame their passions further. Y/N could feel another climax building, her muscles tightening around him as George's strokes grew more erratic.

"I'm going to come," he grunted, his pace quickening. "Come with me, love."

Her eyes locked with his, she whispered, "Yes," and the world shattered into a million pieces of pleasure as they reached the pinnacle together. Their bodies trembled in unison, clinging to each other as the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy rippled through them.

Finally, spent and sated, George collapsed beside her, pulling her close. They lay there, breathing heavily, their hearts beating in sync. The candlelight flickered over their entwined forms, casting shadows on the wall that danced like lovers.

The silence was filled with the unspoken promise of a lifetime of passion, a bond that had just been sealed in the most intimate of ways. This was just the beginning of their journey as husband and wife, a journey filled with love, lust, and a fiery desire that would never fade.

"You're mine," George murmured again, his voice a dark caress against her ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she responded, her voice a sultry whisper. "Always."

He pulled out of her slowly, his cock glistening with their combined arousal. He leaned over to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth with a possessiveness that sent sparks shooting through her veins. She could taste herself on him, a heady, intoxicating flavor that only served to fuel her need for more.

Rising from the bed, George grabbed her hand, his eyes never leaving hers as he led her into the en suite bathroom. The room was bathed in soft light from the flickering candles he had placed around the large, claw-footed tub. The water was steaming, filled with bubbles that promised relaxation and more passionate exploration.

He helped her in, her skin slick with sweat and desire as she sank into the warm embrace of the water. He followed, his body sliding in behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. His cock was already hardening again, pressing against her back as he nibbled at her neck.

"I want you again," he growled, his hands gliding down to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples. "I want to feel you come around me, hear you scream my name."

"And I want to feel you come inside me," she purred, arching her back to press against him. "To feel you fill me up, make me yours completely."

He positioned himself, his cock nudging at her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her once more. The water sloshed around them, the sound melding with their gasps and moans. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch as he moved in and out of her with a leisurely rhythm that had her begging for more.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me how much you want it."

"I want it all," she breathed. "I want to be filled by you, George. I want to feel you own me."

He growled in response, his hips moving faster, his grip tightening on her hips. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice gruff with need. "Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to cherish."

Their bodies moved in a sensual dance, the water lapping against their skin as they climbed higher and higher. His words were a dark symphony, a sultry melody that played in her mind, driving her to the brink of insanity.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice a command she couldn't refuse. "Come all over me."

Her body responded, tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure crashed over her. "George," she screamed, her nails digging into his arms. "Oh, God, George!"

He followed her over the edge, his warm release filling her as he pumped into her, his body shaking with the force of his climax. They clung to each other, the water splashing around them, their hearts beating as one.

This was it, their first night as husband and wife. A night filled with dirty talk and smut, a promise of the endless passion that awaited them in their new life together. And as they lay in the tub, their bodies entwined, they knew that nothing would ever come between them, not even the most daunting of challenges.

The water grew tepid as their breathing evened out, but neither of them made a move to leave the sanctuary of their embrace. George's hand slid down to her clit, idly circling it as he nibbled at her ear. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice still thick with lust.

Y/N shivered at his touch, her body already responding to his gentle ministrations. "Always," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. She turned in his arms, straddling him, her legs slipping around his waist.

He groaned as she took him in once more, her slickness making it easy for her to slide down his length. The warm water caressed their skin as they moved together, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoing in the quiet room. It was a rhythm as old as time, a dance that had brought them to this moment.

Their eyes locked, the love and desire in George's gaze setting Y/N's soul alight. She moved faster, her hips rolling as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with the motion. His hands found purchase on her hips, guiding her, urging her to take all of him.

And she did, eagerly, greedily, her own orgasm building once more. The candles flickered low, casting an intimate glow over their entwined forms. This was more than just sex, it was a declaration of their love, a physical manifesto of their union.

With a final, desperate cry, Y/N came, her inner muscles clenching around George's cock. He followed her over the edge, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his head thrown back. They stayed like that for a moment, lost in the aftermath, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Then, with a chuckle, George pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Mrs. Clarke," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.

"I love you too, Mr. Clarke," she responded, her voice shaky with emotion. "Forever and always."

They climbed out of the tub, their bodies glistening with water and sweat. George wrapped her in a soft, fluffy towel, drying her off with gentle strokes that sent shivers down her spine.

He picked her up again, carrying her back to the bed, their love-making far from over. The night stretched out before them, a canvas of endless possibilities, a tapestry of passion and lust they were eager to weave together.

As they lay down, George reached for the champagne, his eyes never leaving hers. "To us," he said, pouring them both a glass.

They toasted again, the golden liquid bubbling in their flutes, a reflection of the joy in their hearts. They sipped, the crisp taste of the champagne a celebration of their love. They were no longer just George Clarke and Y/N; they were Mr. and Mrs. Clarke, a team ready to conquer the world.

The rest of the night was a blur of passion and pleasure, their bodies moving in sync, their hearts beating as one. And as the sun began to rise over the London skyline, they knew that this was just the first chapter in their love story, a tale that would be written in sweat, tears, and the sweetest of kisses.

As they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies sated and their hearts full, George couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This was it—his best friend, his confidant, his lover, all rolled into one perfect package. He pulled her closer, her head resting on his chest, the steady beat of his heart a comforting lullaby.

Their breaths mingled, their hearts syncing to the rhythm of their shared love. The warmth of her body against his was the most incredible feeling he had ever known. This was home, and he never wanted to leave.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their limbs tangled together, they knew that no matter what life threw at them, they would face it as one. As husband and wife, forever bound by the most primal of instincts, and the most profound of loves.

The promise of forever stretched out before them, filled with all the love, laughter, and adventure that life had to offer. And as the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, George knew that he had found his home, his sanctuary, his reason for being. It was in the arms of the woman who had captured his heart, in the warmth of their shared passion, and in the quiet moments that would shape their future.

*****

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[moongreenlight]

Insane reader my beloved. Literally my babygirl.

@katz-chow been ruminating on this one just for you <3

CW: Gore and violence

Reader who shows up late to their first meeting with the task force. Rolls up in their dark sedan with blacked-out windows and one too many dents on the front bumper wearing civvies instead of the uniform they were given and instructed to wear.

Reader who is a privately hired detective with a talent for interrogations. Not officially a member of the task force or the military because the tactics they use are far less than legal. More a secret weapon on retainer for when doing things by the book doesn’t do the trick.

Reader who gets on the good sides of the task force boys by being sugary sweet and barely hiding their true colors. Skins and bleaches the skulls of interrogations gone South and gives them to Ghost insisting they’re better than the costume store shit he’s got on now.

Gifts Price expensive cigars tucked between the fingers of a severed hand. Drops them off in large pink boxes with delicate ribbons and giggles when he asks a thousand questions about why and how and what the fuck he was supposed to do with this.

Tosses Gaz new knives on the field when they’ve landed a kill or just wrenched them out of someone’s stomach. They make a game out of chucking the gore-slicked blades at one another’s heads to see if they can dodge in time.

Starts playing dodgeball with Soap where they toss his less-stable bombs and unpinned grenades back and forth. Only stops after they’ve accidentally blown up the camp two missions in a row. (Also heavily rumored they have tramp stamps of each other’s names because they’re both too stubborn to back down from a dare but that’s just for vibes)

Reader who gets flown out on specialty missions where a hostage really refuses to talk and takes matters into their own hands. Sometimes hopping on radio when they’re in transit and requesting the force pulls extra men so they can play a live game of operation. They’ve been watching videos on the dark web and the first two seasons of Grey’s Anatomy from their military issued laptop so it’s like an 80% chance all the hostages live.

Reader who stops being allowed to train rookies because the first and only faux-deployment they led they told the group they ran out of rations three days in to a two week long training and they had to play rock-paper-scissors to create a bracket of people to eat first. The mission gets called early when Price gets word that there was actually a field amputation done. Reader doesn’t even apologize, just laughs their way through a barely reasonable explanation. I didn’t think they’d actually do it.

Reader who begs the boys to let them play kill, kiss, marry, kill in the middle of a boring interrogation and when they get told no or to focus on the task at hand, they throw such a fit that they end up sending a screwdriver through the eye of the person they’re supposed to be interrogating.

Reader who brings their own kit to interrogations. Lugs around pincers, rusted blades, rotary bone saws, and dull axes in a flamingo pink toolbox. Sets it up on a small table in front of the hostage and unboxes it like an influencer showing off PR.

Reader who also stops being able to run conditioning and drills with rookies because they pitted the privates against one another during a sparring session. Saying something about whoever could sheath a blade in the other first got a bonus check before tossing a few knives on the mat and walking away. Gaz had to run over and tell them you weren’t serious when he saw blood.

Reader who insists on being able to puppeteer the decapitated head of an enemy grunt they took down and reciting a few lines of Shakespeare to the boys. Dragging the mission out because they know as well as the boys do that everyone is on their timeline.

Reader who dances around hostages that have been zip tied to chairs and beat within an inch of their life. Singsonging threats and having the boys drag the limp bodies of their chain of command across the floor.

Reader who pouts when their victims pass out during questioning after a few of their fingers have been chopped off with a butcher’s knife. Huffs like they’re being put through a massive inconvenience and fishes smelling salts out of their toolkit to wake the poor sap back up.

[tmntxthings]

Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.

You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.

The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.

Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…

You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.

Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.

No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.

Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.

A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.

Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.

One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.

Yet.

You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.

That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.

The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.

The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.

Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.

Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.

There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.

He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.

Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.

Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.

“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.

“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.

Your mini heart attack.

That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.

You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.

Just you know, in passing.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

NSFW Alphabet- Javi and Osita

This was inspired by an ask sent a while back, but here's a NSFW alphabet for our two favorite horndogs, Javi and Osita! This was super fun to write, because if there's anything these two idiots love, it's each other, and having sex all the time 🤪 Fun smut below the cut!!

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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

The two of them are both very affectionate and cuddly after they have sex! There are times that if they don’t have anywhere else to be, they will lay in bed for hours after, just talking, snuggling and goofing around together! Even after quickies, Javi is very attentive and touchy feely. 

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Javi: I will die on the hill that Javi is an ass man. He loves ALL of her, do not get me wrong, but he’s got a soft spot for Osita’s ass. Let’s be honest, this man WORSHIPS every inch of her body, and is never shy about letting her know. 

Osita: HANDS. His HANDS. They’re so big, and for WHY. She loves when his hands are wrapped around her hips, pinning her down on the bed while fucks into her, digging into her ass as she rides him. He’s so gentle but GOD, those hands will make their presence known. She also loves his back and admiring his beautiful broadness (and girl, same) 

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

If we know one thing about our sweet Javi, it is that this man is a GIVER. This man is making Osita cum twice at a MINIMUM any time they have sex. He gets off on getting her off more than anything else, and knows exactly what makes her get there.

Javi also absolutely loves finishing inside her, and loves seeing his cum drip down her legs after they're done fucking.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

It didn’t take very long into their relationship for either of them to know that they were madly in love with each other, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. After they both talked about wanting to have kids (even before they were engaged), there was a part of Javi that secretly hoped he’d beat Osita’s birth control and get her pregnant, and Osita secretly hoped that maybe she’d get pregnant, so it was a big ole wakeup call to the both of them to realize that they had massive breeding kinks. 

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Javi: Yeah… he knows what he’s doing. Even though he lost his virginity in high school, he didn’t really know what he was doing until he started dating Lorraine and getting a better understanding of what she liked and got her off. After Lorraine broke up with him when they left for College, Javi went through his fair share of hookups and learned pretty quickly that he wasn’t bad at what he was doing, and was really into making sure that the girls he hooked up with felt good, and started getting a reputation. Obviously, once he left for Colombia, he slept with his fair share of women, but we love our reformed hoe who is putting his skills to good use. 

Osita: While she’s experienced, she’s not as experienced as Javi. She had a high school boyfriend, and dated a few guys between college and when she met Paul, and was having subpar sex, at best. She was never super adventurous, but experienced enough to be confident that she was not the reason for the less than average sex. Before Javi, she could probably count on one hand the number of times a man had gone out of his way to make sure she came, and within the first week of dating, Javi broke that record single-handedly. 

F= Favorite position

Javi: Missionary and Doggy- listen, hear me out, I know missionary is so vanilla for this man but he is so soft with Osita and loves watching her absolutely falling apart underneath him. He loves being able to kiss her and see her while they’re fucking and know how good he’s making her feel because that’s all he cares about. Again, dying on the hill that Javier Peña is an ass man through and through. Osita’s ass drives him absolutely crazy and he loves how much Osita loves it because if we know anything about our man, he wants nothing more than to give Osita everything she asks for. 

Osita: Cowgirl and doggy- Okay, are we surprised when I say our bossy bitch loves to be on top? No. She loves it because it makes Javi a mess (he loves watching her on top) and she gets to call the shots, but she loves it when Javi’s big hands grab her waist and guides her as she rides him. She also loves doggy because sumthin’ bout that angle makes our girl go crazy and I can’t blame her.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Before Javi met Osita, I don’t think this man had ever laughed during sex. To say he even smiled would be generous. Now, for as much as they both love intimate, passionate sex, Osita is always doing something stupid to make Javi laugh because she does not have a serious bone in her body. It took a little while for Javi to get used to, but he loves the fact that Osita feels so comfortable with him that she is always her goofy, sarcastic self. He also found out fairly early on that Osita is very ticklish and will definitely tickle her on purpose to hear her laugh and giggle because there’s nothing he loves more in the world than seeing her smile. 

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Javi: Javi is naturally pretty hairless, but still keeps things trimmed and neat below the belt. Javi was always a shave every morning type of guy until he met Osita, and she convinced him she liked the stubble with the mustache every once and a while. He’s always been big on personal hygiene, and I will believe he is a man that did own separate bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash without being told by a woman he could not use a 3-in-1. In my mind he always smells like Mahogany Teakwood from Bath and Bodyworks, like, he just smells good all the time. 

Osita: When she first met Javi, poor girl was taking 3 hour power showers every time she saw him. It obviously didn’t take very long for Osita to realize how comfortable she was around Javi, and didn’t need to shave herself down every time before seeing him. Because she grew up with brothers and knew how absolutely gross and disgusting they would get, she was always very self conscious about personal hygiene, and wanted to make sure she did not smell like the same dirty hockey gear her brothers did. 

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

These two are so in love it’s almost impossible for them to not be intimate during sex in some way, shape, or form. Most of the time when they have sex, it’s pretty intentionally intimate/passionate- They take their time, hands all over each other, savoring being tangled up in each other’s bodies as they whisper “I love you’s” and sweet nothings against each other’s skin. Even when it’s rougher or has to be a quickie, after they’re done, sex always ends with them telling each other how much they love the other, and a big, long kiss before they’re done. They’re so in love it’s disgusting. I don’t know what to tell you.  

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Since they’ve been together, their need to jack off by themselves has declined significantly. When they do, it’s normally because the other is tired/had a long day and isn’t in the mood and would just rather cuddle and spend time together than have sex, or the other is out of the house and they’re alone and can’t wait for them to get home. They’re always super understanding of each other and have no problem taking care of themselves if they need to. There have been times where one of them has been mastrubating while they thought the other person wasn’t home and walk in on them, in which case, they’ll jack off together, or finish what the other started. 

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Javi: Praise Kink, Competency Kink, Breeding Kink- Praise Kink: Even though he may not outwardly admit to it, Javi loves hearing praise from Osita. Hearing how good he makes her feel, how good he fucks her, the occasional “good boy”? Absolutely melts him into a puddle. Competency Kink: This is one that he didn’t really realize he had until he met Osita. She is wildly independent and is determined to figure out how to get things done on her own. She’s definitely not the type of girl to play dumb just to get a man’s attention (which Javi is used to), and it’s such a turn on to him that she is so smart and won’t take no for an answer until she figures it out. Breeding Kink: This is also one he definitely did not realize he had until he met Osita. After Colombia, he had written off ever having a family, but after he met Osita and realized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and had a shot at the family he never thought he’d have? He found out he had a big fat breeding kink real fast. 

Osita: Praise Kink, Breeding Kink- Praise Kink: Osita was pretty scarred after leaving her relationship with Paul. He was a total asshole to her, and to be quite honest, made her feel like shit. When she met Javi, her bar for men was so low, it was on the floor. So when Javi turned out to be the most loving, caring man she’d ever met, AND couldn’t get enough of telling her how amazing she was? Boom. Praise kink born. Breeding Kink: Osita’s always known she’s wanted kids and a family. Like Javi, she also didn’t know how bad her breeding kink was until she found out that he also wanted kids, and got baby fever like no one’s business. She would legitimately have an entire football team’s worth of this man’s children. 

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Most of the time it’s in their apartment, or their house once they move. That being said, they have very thoroughly made sure that they have fucked in every room of the apartment and house, multiple times. Obviously their bedroom is the most frequented spot, but they do also have a lot of sex on the couch while they’re watching TV, or in the bathroom- either in the shower, or on/bent over the bathroom counter (if they’re trying to get a quickie in before going to work). 

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Javi: Javi is literally so enamored by Osita that pretty much anything she says or does turns him on. Seeing how compassionate and caring she is towards others makes him think about what a good mom she’ll be, he loves watching her independence and determination when trying to figure something out, and that cute, frustrated scrunch she gets in her brow until she solves it, but the thing that gets him the most is how effortlessly beautiful he thinks she is without even trying. Watching her wander around the house in one of his oversized shirts and boxers with her hair up in a messy bun drives him absolutely insane. 

Osita: Just like Javi, Osita is also so in love with every single thing about Javi. The thing she does love the most is how genuinely thoughtful he is- he is always remembering and noticing little details about things she says, goes out of his way to help even if she didn’t ask, and doing things for her just because he wants to. Even though she may not admit this one, she does also think it’s super hot when Javi gets protective of her. 

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Degradation, name-calling, choking, anything that would hurt the other person (physically or emotionally) is a hard no for them. 

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Javi: This man is a certified M.U.N.C.H. He loves going down on Osita any chance he can get. He will eat her out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, late night snack, you name it, he’s there. He’s always gotten off on making sure that his partners feel good, so he knew being good at going down on girls he slept with was a skill he definitely wanted to have. I honestly think he loves eating Osita out more than she loves him eating her out. 

Osita: Girl gives some sloppy head (I mean this in the most loving way possible). She’s always considered herself to be pretty decent, but never really liked doing it because guys always expected it. Javi is the first guy she’d ever been with who not only didn’t expect it, but was adamant about going down on her first before even considering getting anything in return. It took some getting used to because he is definitely the biggest she’s ever been with, but she loves going down on him and watching him become a moaning mess as she sucks his dick. 

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Pace honestly varies depending on what kind of sex they’re having. A lot of  times they’ll take it slow and take their time, but if they’re really horny and desperate, it’ll be way quicker. Either way, Javi has a pretty good stamina and always tries to make sure that Osita cums (multiple times) before he does, but there have been times where he’s so worked up that he’s trying to keep himself from busting in his pants before he’s even inside you. 

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

They normally aren’t having quickies unless the situation calls for it. Both of them would rather take their time and not have to worry about rushing through things, but there have been plenty of times that the two of them have been so worked up and horny that they find a way to make it work (because quickies are better than having to wait). Even though they live together and have plenty of places they don’t need to have quickies, Javi’s truck and the bathrooms of friends and family members have seen more than their fair share of use. 

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

They’re both down to try new things, as long as they are 100% sure the other is okay with it. There are obviously things they know are hard no’s for each other, but if the other brings something up they want to try, they’re normally down to try anything once. Javi is extra sensitive because he knows Osita’s ex was an asshole (In this house, we hate Paul), and loves her so much that he would never want to make Osita do something she wasn’t comfortable with. (Shout out to these two for being our consent icons). That being said, they have had sex in some questionably risky places with the chances of being caught (Sorry, Murphys).

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

While Javi isn’t the young man he used to be, his stamina is still pretty impressive. He can normally last pretty long, and at a bare minimum, will make sure Osita cums at least once before he does. Unless he’s fucking your ass, in which case, he is holding on for dear life to try and not bust immediately. Normally, he can go 2, maybe 3 times in a round, but after that, he needs some reboot time. That being said, he is more than happy to go down on you during the meantime, in between time. 

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

When Osita moved to Texas, she was a single girlie, so she had some basics (a vibrator or 2) she used when she needed them. Obviously, once she met Javi, their use significantly decreased, until Javi found them in her drawer one day, and was more than happy to add them into the sex rotation. Osita still uses them on herself sometimes if she’s really horny and Javi’s not around, or, if she really wants to tease him, will make Javi watch while she gets herself off. 

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Javi: It depends- there are times where he loves teasing Osita, making her beg until she’s a whimpering, whiny mess for him. He loves to hear how badly she wants him, asking her things like “Tell me how much you need me, Hermosa.” or “Just tell me what you want sweet girl, and I’ll give it to you. You just need to ask nicely.” He teases Osita more than she teases him, but the times where she does (like Chapter 16) he absolutely eats it up and drives him wild. But, there are a lot of times that he’s so needy and desperate that he could care less about teasing her, and just needs to feel her. 

Osita: Our girl is impatient, so getting teased by Javi makes her an absolute mess. It drives her so crazy and works her up so much, that just Javi’s words alone are enough to have her close to finishing before he’s even touched her. Our girl is also bossy (lovingly) and gets off on teasing the shit out of Javi and making him a whimpering, moaning mess. The second doesn’t happen as often, but when it does, she milks the shit out of it. But, just like Javi, there are times where she needs him so badly that she could care less about teasing or being teased. 

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Javi: Javi is very vocal during sex. He isn’t necessarily loud, but he’s a big talker, and loves showering Osita with praise and compliments. You know he’s really feeling a way if he switches into speaking Spanish and rambling incoherently, whispering sweet, romantic nothings into Osita’s ear while he fucks her. He’s a big grunter too, especially when he finishes. 

Osita: Osita is also pretty vocal- not as vocal as Javi, but still vocal nonetheless. She knows that Javi loves being praised almost as much as he loves praising her, and will never get over the look on Javi’s face when she tells him what a good job he’s doing (or even better, what a good boy he is). She’s also a big moaner, but with the way Javi fucks, should we even be surprised? 

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

We’ll stick with “W”, so who is the person that’s caught them having sex that they’ve been most embarrassed about? 

The poor Murphy’s have been subjected to Javi and Osita’s antics more times than they’d ever like to admit, but with Steve knowing about Javi’s past, he can’t say he’s shocked that he’s caught the two of them fooling around more than once. While Javi and Osita were definitely embarrassed knowing the Murphy’s have either caught them in the act/post sex, nothing will ever compare to how mortified they were when Chucho caught them fucking on the couch before picking them up to take them to the airport for their honeymoon. Let’s just say, it was a very quiet car ride. (Don’t worry, you’ll get this scene in full soon) 

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Our boy is HUNG. Length wise, Javi is 7-8 inches, but he’s also thick width wise. He’s more of a shower than a grower, so even soft, there’s a lot on display. 

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

… C’mon y’all… They’re both so horny all the time… 

Javi: This man is down to fuck at any and all hours of the day. If he can, and Osita wants to, he will drop anything and everything to make it happen. He is a horny menace, and is so turned on by anything Osita does, it doesn’t help his case. 

Osita: Our girl is no better than Javi, she is also a horny menace 24/7. Maybe a little less so if she’s extra exhausted from work, or she’s on her period and doesn’t feel good, but other than that, she’s just as needy as he is (but like, can ya blame her?) 

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Unlike Javi, Osita sleeps like a goddamn rock, and will go from awake to snoring in less than a minute. If it’s late and they finish having sex right before they are going to bed, Osita will fall asleep before Javi can even come back from the bathroom to get a washcloth and clean her up. Javi can count on one hand the number of times he’s fallen asleep before her, but he doesn’t mind, he loves being able to snuggle up next to her, playing with her hair and rubbing her back while she sleeps, quietly laughing to himself at her soft little snores, wondering how in the world he got so damn lucky 

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Here is my revised request lol

Where it's a one-sided love/crush with yushiro, mitsuri, Obana, and Lady Tamayo, how the reader wishes them all the best but also just wants them. If there is even a sliver of chance for them to return their one-side love. If you feel like it, maybe they might have someone who is helping them move on from the one side love?

Get ready for this to hurt.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one.

FT. Yushiro, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, and Lady Tamayo. Gender Neutral reader.

WARNINGS: Angsty as hell. I drew the title from the song Youth by Daughter. Some reciprocation in Obanai’s. I also hope I did Yushiro justice. I’ve never written for him before. Um pretty emotional overall. Don’t forget to put on your sad music while reading this. These are going to be pretty long. Some were very obviously cut short due to how long they were getting, for that, I apologize. Please bear with me 😭

YUSHIRO

Each day you awoke longing for a purpose, and every time the day failed you. It wasn’t until you caught wind of the Demon Slayer Corps that things finally started to look up. It seemed perfect. You’d undergo training and then participate in a simple survival event. Of course, it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. The training you underwent was harsh, and the final selection was even worse. Each time the sun set you feared for your life until you remembered that this was the challenge that you had been waiting for. You claimed it to be your calling, despite not being very good at it.

When it was all said and done, you picked the metal for your weapon and went about your business. There had only been one other person to make it out of the selection alive. You remember being surprised. How could so many people have trained so hard only to lose their lives? One would have thought that they would have been properly prepared before entering the challenge. Though, you were hardly prepared yourself. It was nothing but sheer luck that kept you alive, and you were more than grateful.

It wasn’t long before your crow had begun to send you all over to complete missions. Each demon you encountered seemed to be much stronger than the last, a thought that frightened you. With each one you killed, you felt yourself growing more powerful. Your breathing techniques were perfect, it was just your lack of physical strength that caused you to struggle. But you weren’t too worried about it. If you had been able to take down the ones before, then there was nothing stopping you from taking down the one now, right?

Right?

That’s what you thought when you chased the lower rank six of the Twelve Kizuki into a corner. You were sure that it had nowhere else to go, which would ensure that you’d be able to kill it and move on to the next place. You were sure that if your stance was just right, then you’d be able to land the perfect blow and come out victorious. But you were wrong.

The demon wasted no time freeing itself of your presence before appearing behind you suddenly. Your heart had dropped, leaving you with nothing to do but hope that a fellow demon slayer would sense your distress and come to your aid. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

The foul beast beat you within an inch of your life, leaving you to drown in your own blood. You cried as you lay there, unable to move. Your life had been short, but you were willing to accept it as it was and move on to the next one. Everything faded to black slowly, and you heard the sound of oxides speaking over you as you lost consciousness. You recalled smiling at the sound. They sounded like angels.

Approximately three days later, you awoke. You didn’t recognize the room you were in, which put you in edge. Bandages covered numerous wounds scattered across your body, an observation that led to you noticing your uniform top was missing. Thankfully you still had the bottoms on, or else you would’ve felt incredibly uncomfortable. You groaned in pain as you sat up. Your head was spinning.

“We thought you wouldn’t make it.” A gentle, feminine voice spoke. You turned to look at the speaker, your eyes landing on the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her skin was pale and glossy, her eyes an alluring shade of purple. She was elegant. She was an angel. Behind her stood a slightly shorter man. While he too was beautiful, you noticed that he looked far from pleased at your survival. The woman saw you avert your gaze and followed it, giving the man a stern look before turning back to you. “You may call me Tamayo,” she paused, “and he is Yushiro. Would you mind telling us about yourself, demon slayer?”

“How do you know I’m a…” you trailed off and sighed. Of course. They must be demon slayers themselves if they recognized your uniform. “I don’t really have anything notable to say about myself. I joined the Demon Slayer Corps in hopes of being able to do something with my life. Before that it’s all mundane,” you frowned and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You winced as your feet hit the floor. If only you had died. You would’ve spared these people the trouble of looking after you. You met Tamayo’s gaze. “Are you affiliated with the Corps?”

She hesitated, stuttering slightly before simply smiling at you. “Why don’t you join us out here for some tea,” she suggested. Her response confused you, but you nodded nonetheless. She and Yushiro left, giving you some time to explore the room you were in. Your uniform top was folded neatly atop a nearby chair. You reached out and grabbed it. The thing must’ve been torn to shreds by that demon, seeing as there were many different colored patches decorating it. You sighed and slipped it on over your head.

Your body ached with each move you made, yet you persisted. Slowly, you made it out of the room and into the hallway. You followed the sounds of voices to an open room that appeared to be the main room. Tamayo had her hands folded neatly in her lap as she spoke to Yushiro, who had his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. He gave you a disgusted look before continuing his chat with Tamayo.

Hesitantly, you sat down with them, resting your legs neatly to the side. Tamayo turned to look at you before taking a deep breath. “You asked us if we were affiliated with the Corps in any way. To tell you the truth, we are. We know of them and they know of us.” Yushiro scoffed. “But we ourselves are not demon slayers. We are demons that exist freely of Muzan Kibutsuji’s control.” Your eyes widened. You had no clue that such a thing was possible. “We mean you no harm, truly. Our goals align with those of the Demon Slayer Corps.”

She gave you a second to process the information. You had so many questions, but you feared being rude. Sensing this, she gestured for you to go on. “How did you break free of his curse?” You were immediately answered by an annoyed sigh from Yushiro.

“Such a foolish question! Do not ask Lady Tamayo such things!” He glared at you.

“Yushiro. It is only right for them to ask questions. Don’t shun them,” she paused, mulling over her next words. “I spent many years trying to free myself of Muzan’s control. But it wasn’t until I was spared by a very kind man that I was freed. Since then, I have dedicated my life to the study of both demon and human biology,” she hung her head slightly, averting her gaze. You could tell by her tone that she was thankful to have been spared. It nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“What about Yushiro? Was he not a servant of Muzan too?” You asked slowly, tilting your head. Yushiro crossed his arms and looked away, biting his tongue to avoid making Tamayo upset.

“Ah… Yushiro. He had a chronic illness that kept him bedridden for years. His condition would worsen each day I was taking care of him. He was practically dying before my eyes. I gave him the choice to go on living that way, or to be cured and live longer as a demon. There weren’t any promises I could make him about the treatment’s effectiveness, but I couldn’t bear to watch him suffer.” You listened in awe. She was so sweet, and you thought that it was the most amazing thing.

“So you…” were a human. You looked at Yushiro. These two beings before you had rejected their existences as demons and chose to aid humans instead. It really was quite wonderful. “You two… are amazing.” Tamayo’s eyes widened at your words. She seems taken aback by your honesty. Yushiro seemed equally as stunned, his eyes briefly looking over at you. After all, it was rare that they weren’t treated like the monsters that they were.

“Why… thank you.” Tamayo smiled softly, a light hearted expression gracing her features.

Over time you began to heal. The everlasting soreness in your body had finally begun to fade, which allowed you to help out around the house. Tamayo had gone out and bought you a casual yukata so you wouldn’t constantly be in your uniform. You wore it whenever it was clean to show her how much you appreciated it. Oh she was so sweet to you. Yushiro too. Since the time you had first joined them, he had really warmed up to your being there.

The two of you would often go out together and pick herbs for Tamayo. He knew all of the right places to look, and how to tell if what he was looking for was ripe or not. You admired his knowledge on the topic, often remarking on his experience when you were out. Every now and then he’d show you what you should look for, but you were mainly just there to provide some form of protection if the need arose. Not that you didn’t think he was capable of protecting himself— it’s just that Tamayo stated that it would be better if you went out and kept watch for him.

This time was just like the last, but only in the sense that you were on the lookout for other demons while he was working. It seemed that recently your feelings toward him had changed. He had grown close enough to you to tell you about his feelings for Tamayo, and you had grown close enough to him to realize that you had fallen for him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It just made things a little awkward for you.

“Here. Hold this,” he huffed as he shoved an armful of the plants into your arms. “Lady Tamayo said that she needed a lot this time,” he mumbled to himself. You nodded with a sigh. He admired her so much, and she only saw him as a friend. It was comical when you didn’t think about the pain that it caused him. In many ways, you and him were similar. But you knew he didn’t want to compare himself to a mortal being such as yourself.

“What else did she say she needed?” You asked, peering over the heap of herbs in your arms to look at him. He had frozen in place, his eyes narrowed. “What is it?” You whispered, now on edge. Instinctively, you reached out for your sword, dropping the herbs in the process.

In the blink of an eye, Yushiro pushed you to the side and blocked an attack from the demon that he had assumed was following you through the forest. He groaned as he fought it off, wincing at the relentless assault. You quickly rose to your feet, katana in hand, and leaped at the monster. You managed to cut its head off with one swift movement.

“Are you alright?” He asked, quickly turning to look at you. His hands grasped your cheeks, moving your face around to see if you were hurt in any way. The action caused your face to flush. Yushiro noticed that your face had gotten slightly warmer, taking his hands away and giving you a confused look before turning and picking up the herbs.

“Can I… tell you something?” You asked slowly, attempting to aid him. He moved away from you and muttered a sharp ‘no’.

The walk home was spent in awkward silence. Maybe he’d realized how you felt about him. Maybe not. You weren’t sure, and it bothered you horribly. He kept his distance from you, his head turned so he wouldn’t have an opportunity to glance at you. It broke your heart. In such a short amount of time, he had begun to mean everything to you, and yet, you were nothing. He’d push you to the side and focus on Tamayo, you were sure.

And you were right. In the days following that little incident, he avoided you. He went out by himself everywhere and hardly spoke to you when he passed by. It pained you more than you had thought, seeing as Tamayo could sense your hurt. She sighed as she stood outside of your room. Emotions to her were like a wavelength that she could visualize. What you were feeling was strong enough to suffocate her. It only made her worry about you.

“Can I come in?” She asked slowly, knocking gently on the door. You mumbled a response and she walked in. “Is everything between you and Yushiro alright?” She sat down next to you on your bed, her concerned eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. We just ran into a demon the other day, so it’s got him shaken,” you frowned, turning your head away from her. You could feel your lip quiver. Just thinking about it made your heart ache. After a few more seconds of sitting there, you sighed. There was a possibility that she could help you through your emotions. You turned back to face her, your tone slightly wistful. “I think I love him, Tamayo. There’s no realistic way for me to tell him or even be with him because he’s not human, but I feel so strongly for him in a way that I’ve never felt about anyone before…” you hung your head.

“I see…” she trailed off. There wasn’t really any form of advice she could offer you and she felt bad. “Don’t fault him for not knowing his emotions well enough to properly respond. He may not fully come around, but he will want to start being around you again,” she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Just give it time.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought.

Just give it time.

But you didn’t have the time he did. You were doomed to die much sooner than he could ever dream of.

Tamayo left you alone with your thoughts. Of course you wanted to listen to her, but you knew it would be best if you didn’t. There was no sense in waiting when he had his heart set on Tamayo. And that hurt you more than anything. You laid back onto your bed, frowning.

Just give it time.

MITSURI

For years you had been a hashira alongside Mitsuri. Rengoku had trained you both when you joined the corps, but even then you had known her prior to serving in the corps. The whole reason you became a demon slayer was because she wanted to. She just didn’t want to go through it alone, which was fair. While Rengoku had taught you his breathing technique, neither you nor Mitsuri had resonated strongly with it. You made the choice to invent your own technique called ‘ice breathing,’ and she followed suit. Together, you made your way up the ranks and became hashiras.

It seemed that you did everything together.

If she were assigned a mission, she’d drag you along with her. If she wanted to go out to town, then she’d ask you if you wanted to go. Even your estates were in the same village. You really just couldn’t escape her.

It didn’t bother you much though. She was your friend, after all.

But you couldn’t help but want more. You had wanted more with her for such a long time you felt you were beginning to lose your mind.

There had been many times where you had gotten her alone to confess, but each time was interrupted by her crow calling her out to take care of something. Each of the hashira could see that you had fallen for Mitsuri, with the exception of Obanai. He had steered clear of everyone as soon as he gained the title of hashira. You on the other hand, had not. Tengen had been a good friend of yours outside of Mitsuri.

Actually, he had been the one talking you through the whole process. He claimed that since he had three wives, he was the right guy to ask. Because of this, you found yourself in many odd situations in the name of love. Unfortunately, Mitsuri just didn’t notice. She had always been told that she was undesirable because of her appearance, and yet, she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

You had a plan this time. A plan that was slightly guaranteed to work. Even if it didn’t work in your favor, it’d still work. You’d get her alone under the stars and propose. Yes, propose. Marriage amongst hashira wasn’t really accepted, due to the circumstances of the title, but no one had to know. As long as you had her you’d be happy.

“So what’re you going to do when you get her alone?” Tengen asked, attempting to lift up your spirits. He’d promised to keep the whole thing a secret, which you’d greatly appreciated. You couldn’t have been more thankful for his help. Especially now that you were so in need of it.

“I’m going to take her hands, look into her eyes and tell her how I feel!” You nodded, your expression serious. All of this seemed rather silly, but his enthusiasm was making you feel better.

“That’s right! And what’s she going to do?” He wrapped a large, beefy arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him with a grin. You chuckled and pushed him away.

“Yes!” You paused, looking away in embarrassment. “This feels stupid,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Why are we doing this again?”

“We’re doing this so you won’t back out at the last minute,” he raised a brow as he looked at you. His hands landed on his hips. Why was this grown man full of such sassiness? You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not going to back out!” You argued, but to no avail. Tengen mocked you with his hand, a smirk growing on his lips.

“I mean, if it doesn’t work out you can always marry me,” the taller man spit out nonchalantly. His words caused you to choke on air. You gave him a look, feigning disgust as you stared at him.

“Yeah no, I’ll pass,” you shuddered at the thought.

“I’m just saying.”

You sighed once more, looking out at the scenery. The sun was beginning to set, which meant that you would soon be alone with Mitsuri. The thought both scared and excited you. After all, you’d finally get the chance to tell her a secret that you’ve kept for so long. Even if she didn’t feel the same, at least you’d get the satisfaction that came with finally having your question answered.

The stars shined brightly overhead, perfectly visible from the tree you had chosen to sit under. Mitsuri would be arriving any moment now. Any moment. Your heart rate only increased as the seconds passed. Tonight was different from all of your other attempts, but only in the sense that you were asking to be bound to her forever. Well, either way you’d be with her, but you wanted to be with her.

“There you are!” Your friend cheerily called out, grinning as she sat next to you. “I’m so sorry I was late! Iguro gifted me these pretty green socks and treated me to some sweets afterward! They were the most delicious sweets I’d ever had!” She giggled gleefully at the thought. “Oh if only you had been there! Did you know that Iguro is actually a sweetie? Oh he’s such a sweetie! And he’s cute, too! I had to refrain from blushing the whole time, it was so embarrassing!” She continued to giggle, trailing off when she remembered that it was you that had asked her to join you. Her face flushed and she looked up at the sky. “So how come you wanted to hang out all the way out here?”

You swallowed, hanging your head in shame. Of course. Obanai. Your heart ached as you sat next to her. She had said he was cute, but that didn’t mean anything, did it? She said that about everyone she liked. Your hands clutched your slayer uniform. This was foolish of you. There was no way you had thought that you stood a chance at getting with Mitsuri. It was almost laughable. You had no idea how Tengen entertained the idea for so long.

“Hello…?” She leaned forward and waved her hand in front of your face. The motion pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to jump slightly. “Ah! There’s my friend! I was starting to think I’d lost you!” She smiled widely and giggled once again.

“My apologies,” you forced a nervous chuckle, your face flushing a light shade of pink. Thankfully she didn’t notice. “I didn’t mean to zone out on you.” Your heart pounded. You needed to leave as soon as possible. You couldn’t bear to be around her in this moment. It was hurting you. “I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about—“

“Caw! Head west to the nearest town! Caw! Get moving! Get moving!” Mitsuri’s crow called out. Its raspy voice ruined the moment entirely, making you frown. Your friend rose to her feet quickly, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Would you like to join me?” She asked sweetly, but you declined. “Alright! I’m going to go find Iguro and see if he wants to go! I’ll see you later, friend!” You waved, giving her a soft smile as she ran off. As soon as she was no longer in your line of sight, you ran to find Tengen. He’d promised you that he’d stay in the area for your sake, a promise that you really hadn’t expected to see through.

You ran, your breathing heavy and your heart heavier. You cursed yourself mentally for being so stupid. Actually, you were mid swear when Tengen stumbled upon you.

“Woah there! I’m guessing that things didn’t go well?” You shot him a glare before simply breaking down. He took a step back, unsure of how to handle the situation. Of course he’s comforted people before, but that didn’t mean that things like this didn’t catch him off guard. After a few seconds of watching you cry in silence, he stepped forward and hugged you. In all actuality, he had thought that you had this in the bag. He really saw no reason as to why you wouldn’t.

You never really explained things to him until the next day, which even then you were reluctant to do. Of course he had told you that you should go out for it again, but you disagreed. Obanai made her giddy in a way that you felt you couldn’t, so you saw no point in competing.

Things would be easier if you just stayed her friend.

OBANAI

Days turned into weeks that turned into months. Soon those months would turn into years. You had been staying at the home of Shinobu Kocho for ages now due to an injury you had received while you were away on a mission. The demon had nearly taken off your arm, breaking several of your bones in the process. Thankfully, you were able to kill if before it could kill you, but it resulted in you calling for aid.

Only a handful of your fellow demon slayers had set aside time to visit you, including your close friend and fellow hashira Gyomei. Each time he visited you he wound up sobbing, praising you for your resilience and bravery. He cared a lot for you, and your recent incident had caused him to worry about you more than usual. He had even set aside missions to help Shinobu take care of you. He was a true friend.

Aside from him, only one other hashira had come to visit you. Iguro Obanai.

Obanai was someone that you didn’t really know all too well, despite both reaching the rank of hashira at the same time. You had always been friendly with him, of course, but it never really went farther than that. You thought of him as alluring and slightly mysterious. His silence intrigued you, as did his mask and his snake. He was an enigma in your eyes.

With your curiosity arose some issues. The deeper you dove into his history, the more you found yourself longing to get to know him. You couldn’t even think about him normally without getting slightly flustered, which upset you. After all, your feelings towards him were rooted in your curiosity, nothing more.

“How are you doing today, my friend?” Gyomei’s voice met your ears. He ducked as he entered the room, walking over and sitting on the chair next to your bed.

“Not too bad, actually,” you grinned, “I was able to walk around the corridor earlier! You should’ve been there! I didn’t even need help standing!” You chuckled softly and Gyomei smiled softly. Tears began to slide down his cheeks as he faced you.

“You are so strong! I’m so happy for you!” He clasped his hands together, tilting his head back dramatically. You rolled your eyes, smiling. “I hope that you continue to do well!” Your smile only grew at his enthusiasm. He was sweet, that was for sure.

“Gyomei, I’ve got a question for you,” you asked slowly, waiting for him to calm down some.

“What is it, dear friend?”

You shifted in your bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “What do you know about Obanai? I know it’s odd, but I can’t help but be curious. I don’t really know too much about him. Though, now that I think about it, you probably don’t either. He doesn’t talk much,” you sigh, chuckling softly. He was confusing, that much was true.

“I know only what I’ve been told,” your friend paused, “which is very little. I’m apologize, friend,” he rose to his feet, his hands still clasped together. “I will make time to visit you again next week. I cannot wait to see how much better you are doing then!” He smiled once more before leaving.

Your time alone was brief. The door closed, only to open again, revealing the man that you had just asked about. All you could do was offer him a smile. He walked forward some and sat, looking at you for a few seconds before audibly taking a deep breath.

“How are you?” He asked bluntly. The snake around his neck eyed you, its tongue reaching in your direction.

“I’m just as good as I was yesterday,” you tease but he doesn’t react. Talking to him is like talking to a rock. “They had me walking down the hallway earlier, which means that I should be doing more by the end of the week, though, it just depends on what Shinobu has to say about my condition.” You smiled. He was really good at getting you to ramble so he could avoid conversation. You found it funny, in a way. He’d rather listen to you speak than have to talk.

“Here, I brought you this,” he reached forward, revealing a brand new haori. You gasped at the sight. It looked just like the one you had lost when you got injured. Grinning, you took it from his hands and held it in the air to get a better look. Its resemblance to your old one was impressive. You hugged it and giggled.

“How did you get this?” You look up at him. His face looks slightly flushed, but you think nothing of it.

“I heard that you didn’t have your old one anymore. I know a seamstress in the town over, so I commissioned her to make you a new one.” He wasn’t about to tell you that he had memorized the patterns from observing you so often. No, that sounded weird. He was hoping that you wouldn’t question him any further.

“Thank you, Obanai. I really appreciate your gift.” You looked down at the haori, playing with the fabric between your fingers. Hopefully you’d be able to wear it soon.

After that, Obanai began to miss days. Once he had come in with Mitsuri, which hurt you to see. They looked happy together, so you couldn’t really be too upset, but it did bother you some. Each time he stopped by, he seemed to be less talkative than before, which you didn’t know could happen. With each day he missed, you seemed to be getting better. Within a week, you were able to go out on small missions in the nearest town. A few days after that, you were finally back to your regular routine.

Shinobu had discharged you from her infirmary, which meant that you finally got to return to your own estate. With everything going on, you had yet to stop and check in with Gyomei. You felt bad about it, but you couldn’t just skip out on these missions. There had been so much in your area that you hadn’t been able to take care of, and you needed to get to work on it.

“Caw! Head east, head east! Caw!” Your crow’s cries echoed into the air. Its shrill voice never failed to make you cringe. “Dangerous! Backup will be there! Caw!” You sighed and continued on. Hopefully it would be Gyomei.

You reached the area, looking out at the dark forest that threatened you. You couldn’t help but wonder what had hidden itself in there that was considered dangerous enough for you, a hashira, to need backup.

The sound of footsteps caused you to draw your blade, pointing its edge at the culprit. Obanai didn’t even jump, looking at you with his hetrochromatic eyes. He seemed surprised to see you already out in the field, wearing the haori he got you, no less. His face flushed slightly and he pushed past you, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Sorry about that. I’m a little on edge,” you admitted, sheathing your blade and catching up to him. “I didn’t know you were in the area.”

“Pure coincidence.”

“Right…” you eyed him before nodding. “So how’s everything back at the headquarters? I know you live relatively close to it. How are the others?”

“They’re all fine.”

“Gyomei too?”

“Gyomei too.” His tone got slightly more bitter at the mention of Gyomei, something that nearly went over your head. You froze, giving him a confused look.

“Do you not like Gyomei?” You tilted your head, your brows furrowing.

“I find him to be very respectable.” He paused. “… how do you feel about Mitsuri?” His question only confused you more.

“She’s a great slayer, and really sweet. I like her,” you caught up to him once again. “Why…?”

“Are you and Gyomei engaged?” He blurted out, turning to look at you. You were caught so off guard by his gaze that you took a step back.

“Of course not! He and I are just close friends! I thought everyone knew that.” Well clearly not everyone knew that. You cleared your throat, looking out around you for any signs of danger. Weird. You weren’t sensing anything. “What’s all of this about?”

“Nothing, I—“ he cut himself off, continuing on with his walk. He stopped again and turned back to face you. “Mitsuri and I aren’t engaged either.”

He turned back around, not wasting any time heading deeper into the forest. Your body was frozen in confusion. That whole interaction was weird. You shook it off and ran after him.

You couldn’t help but feel better now that you knew about him and Mitsuri, though. Yes it was weird, but it had bothered you since he had stopped coming around. Truth be told, you had fallen for him not long after he had begun his daily visits. The fact that he cared enough to give you his attention daily made you feel like you were special, and you liked that. Who wouldn’t?

Once he came back into sight, you slowed down, making sure he was aware that it was you instead of a demon. You rested your hand on the hilt of your katana, following him in silence. That’s how the rest of the mission was spent, in silence. The two of you never really found the supposed dangerous demon, but you didn’t mind. At least now you could rest easy knowing that you stood a slight chance with your fellow hashira.

LADY TAMAYO

For as long as you could remember, you had been under the care of Lady Tamayo and her assistant Yushiro. Your life prior to joining them was a memory that eluded you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t remember how you had met them. They had tried to explain it all to you before, but it never made sense. Demons? Demon slayers? It all sounded like a fairy tale.

Tamayo had entrusted you with taking care of the garden out behind the house, a duty you had accepted happily. You enjoyed watering the various herbs. Their lives were just as valuable as yours, and you made sure to treat them with as much tenderness as you could.

Every now and then Tamayo would come and help you, but that was rare. She usually spent her time inside, studying away at human biology. It interested you some, but you knew better than to interrupt her.

When Tamayo wasn’t available, you’d spend your time with Yushiro. He never really got a say in the matter, but thankfully he had learned to stop protesting a while ago. The two of you were walking down the streets of the town the house was hidden in. Despite it being late, there were many vendors that were still open. Their resilience intrigued you. You reached out and tugged on Yushiro’s sleeve, smiling softly.

“Do you think that Lady Tamayo would like this?” You asked, holding up an intricate painting of a woman looking at the moon. Yushiro looked at it, his eyes widening slightly. He was impressed by the strokes on the canvas. Tamayo was fond of art, so of course she would like it, but Yushiro didn’t want her to favor you more than she did him. He crossed his arms.

“Get it. But make sure to tell her that I helped you pick it out,” he said stubbornly before turning to walk once more.

Eagerly, you bought the painting, carrying it under your arm as you followed Yushiro. He stopped suddenly, holding his head in his hand. You recognized this behavior, grabbing his shoulder and leading him off to the side and sitting him down. He looked pale than usual, and you sighed.

“When was the last time you ate?” You asked, setting the painting to the side gently. The man only grunted in response, pouting as he avoided your concerned gaze.

“… last week…” he mumbled.

“Last week?! You know you’re not supposed to go that long without food!” You panicked and looked around. Nobody could see you. With a huff, you scooted towards him. “Listen, you can feed off of me just this once. It’s too risky to have you roaming the streets while starved,” you sighed, “you must’ve felt like you were going insane! Oh come here…” you pulled down the shoulder of your kimono, revealing more skin than you would’ve liked. Yushiro eyed you. The thought of eating even a bit of your flesh scared him. What if Tamayo found out? What would she think of him?

“Hurry up!” You whispered through your teeth, giving him a glare. He was taking way too long to make up his mind. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time. He sighed and leaned forward, taking a bite out of your skin.

About five minutes later, the two of you returned to the town. He seemed to be in a better mood now, which was good. You just couldn’t believe that he was walking around while hungry like that. Things would’ve been bad if he had snapped.

“Hey Yushiro?”

“What?”

“Do you think Lady Tamayo likes anyone?” You asked as you readjusted the painting. It was random, but you couldn’t help but be curious. His cheeks flushed a rosy pink and he sighed.

“I don’t think so. She’s too focused on doing her duties to set aside time for things like romance,” he frowned slightly as he spoke.

“Hey Yushiro?”

“What?”

“I think I like Lady Tamayo.” Your words made him choke on nothing. He hadn’t expected that in the slightest.

“You and me both…” he mumbled, leading you back to the house.

Tamayo loved the painting, choosing to hang it at the end of the hallway. Every time she saw you she made sure to thank you for the thoughtful present. Her compliments made you giddy, usually causing your face to flush a little.

You felt that your feelings for her only got stronger with each day that passed. Hell, you couldn’t even think of her without getting butterflies in your stomach. It was beginning to get in the way of your work. On times she’d come out to the garden to help you, you wouldn’t be able to speak. You were sure that if you said something, you’d butcher it so badly that you’d have to ask Yushiro to end your misery.

You sighed as you pulled another weed from the ground near the garden. The herbs were looking great, despite it being their off season. The luscious green plants surrounded you. They were nearly big enough to hide you completely, and you took great pride in that fact.

“Hey, are you ready to go out? Lady Tamayo said that she needed some time alone for a while.” Yushiro’s voice caused you to perk up. You nodded and gave him a smile.

“Hold on! I need to change real quick!” You stood up and went inside to your room. It didn’t take you long before you were standing in front of Yushiro, asking him what the plan was for tonight.

“Let’s stay in town.”

“Alright.”

There weren’t as many shops open tonight, unfortunately, so you and Yushiro just took to heading towards the park in the middle of the town. It was a small park, but that didn’t stop it from being beautiful. You sighed as you sat down onto the grass. A part of you wished to find another gift for Tamayo, but your options were limited.

You looked up at the moon, taking in its glory in silence before turning back to your friend.

“Does your love for Lady Tamayo ever cause you pain?” You asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Yeah.”

A part of you understood what he meant. Sometimes she was so beautiful that it caused your heart to throb in agony. Maybe it was because you knew that she would never be yours. Either way, your giddy love for her was beginning to torment your weary soul. You didn’t enjoy being around her simply due to the fact that her sweet words wouldn’t fail to cause you some sort of pain.

“Yeah…” you repeated, sighing once more.

[hollowtakami]

To Keigo, Touya is safe.

Safe.

After a life of running constantly, he feels like he’s found peace in another broken man. They fill each other’s cracks with gold.

Touya brings him back down to earth, even if Keigo would hang the stars for him. And Touya always looks at him like he has. Keigo sees the universe in the blue of his eyes, but he’ll bite his tongue off before he admits it.

When Keigo is under Touya, it’s safe. It’s not for a mission, for some hookup. Being under the man is like lying under a night’s sky. The purple scars that invades the map of his skin; Keigo wants to explore it all.

Much to Keigo’s surprise, Touya wanted to know him too. Every inch, his rough hands tour his world, his pretty bird. When they have sex, it’s not rough or angry. It took beating each other within an inch of their lives to realise that they just wanted to make the other feel good. So good, that’s how Touya makes Keigo feel.

a/n: this is a small warmup for my dabihawks fic! hopefully i can post a small premise about it and then slowly bring out the chapters on here + ao3!

[bonesxbows]

The Other Line (Hancock x Reader)

Masterlist

There's not enough food in your stash for the both of you so you try to give what you have left to Hancock instead of yourself. He isn't having any of it though and insists you at least share, and no isn't an option with him when it comes to your wellbeing.

(WARNINGS) - choosing to starve - past body image issues mentioned

I wrote this within a few hours and idk if I'm really satisfied with it but I figured I'd publish it anyway. I swear I'm working on longer fics I just always get sidetracked lol. Shout out though to all the people leaving comments on here and on Ao3, you guys keep my motivation sky high, you have no idea how much I appreciate each and every one of them :)

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A blown-out house, still sort of standing. Four walls and a roof with minor damage was considered the peak of shelters nowadays, so neither of you complained as you walked inside. You had made the executive decision to stay here for the night, although Hancock wouldn’t have argued with you either way. It was small inside, destroyed wooden planks blocked the path upstairs, leaving the two of you to what once was a modest kitchen, dining room, and living room amalgamation. You placed your gear on the table while Hancock scoped the place out. It was a ritual of his by now, double-checking every square inch to make sure it was safe. 

“Grub and then bed? I’m beat, and we’ve still got a long ways to go,” you told him, checking your pip-boy to see the progress you had made on your journey. It was going well so far, but it would still be at least another day’s hike before you reached where you needed to go. He hummed to himself, satisfied that the place was now confirmed empty except for the two of you. 

“You know I ain’t picky. I’ll get the blankets set up while you sort that out, okay?” he spoke it like a question but he didn’t wait for your reply before he made his way over to the couch, grabbing your bedrolls and quickly placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he passed by. As soon as he was occupied with his task he had assigned himself you checked your food supplies. The results were what you had been fearing; you were running dangerously low. You knew you should have double-checked the stores the two of you had passed on your way here. It would have delayed you a little, sure, but it was worth it over traveling on an empty stomach. It was too little too late now, it was way too dangerous to travel in the dark to scavenge more supplies. You would have to make do with what you had and then hope you could find more food on the way tomorrow. 

You checked around the kitchen, not finding much. The place had already been picked mostly clean, probably by other travelers and scavvers. You were lucky to find a bottle of nuka-cola tucked in the back of the refrigerator, but that was where your luck ended. You shook it to see if bubbles still formed against the glass, checking for discoloration and mold as the liquid sloshed around. It looked okay, so you mentally added it to your stash of goods. 

“Need any help?” Hancock called from behind the back of the sofa. His voice pulled you out of your head. 

“No I’ve got it just…give me a second,” you told him, making up your mind and grabbing the last canned item you had in your pack along with one of the forks you always brought along with you. 

“No worries sunshine, take your time,” he replied so nonchalantly, oblivious to your current supply struggles. You watched as he kicked his feet over the arm of the sofa, the toes of his boots pointing towards the ceiling. You sighed and walked over to him, canned food and bottle of nuka-cola in hand. He shifted to make room for you on the couch when he saw you round the corner.

“Here’s what we have.” you handed him the can and the fork, plopping down next to him and using the wooden part of the couch’s arm to pop the bottle cap off of your soda. He used his knife to pry the lid off of the can, digging the fork into the mystery meat inside and taking a bite. He passed the can to you once he started chewing but you just shook your head. 

“Whaddaya mean ‘no’? You gotta eat sunshine.” his words were slurred from the food in his mouth but you still refused to take the can from his hands. His scarred forehead furrowed when you kept refusing. 

“Hancock it’s okay, really. I’m not that hungry anyway. You go ahead and eat.” you tried to dissuade him. But he wasn’t buying it, not when he knew you too well. 

“Is it another one of those days again? I’ve told you before sugar your body is perfect just the way it is. Nothin’s ever gonna change that in my mind. I’d rather ya eat and keep your strength up than-” 

“It’s nothing like that Hancock.” you stopped him before he went on another rant about how much he loved you just as you are. You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face though. “I’m okay, thank you though,” you told him. You could see relief flood across his face. 

“So then what’s wrong?” he asked again. 

“We don’t have enough supplies to be feeding two people. So I had to make a choice and fortunately for you, you fall higher up on the list of my priorities than myself. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be okay for one night.” you explained the situation to him but it looked like he had stopped listening halfway through because as soon as you finished your sentence he had a forkful of the canned meat right by your lips. 

“I just said we-” 

“ ‘Don’t have enough food for two people.’ Yeah, I heard ya. Tough shit, I ain’t gonna let you go hungry, even if it is for just one night. So open up.” he twirled the fork in small circles to emphasize his words. You opened your mouth to rebuttal him again but he used that opportunity to get the fork into your mouth. You scowled but obediently began chewing. He smiled, satisfied with his task accomplished. “You won’t go to bed hungry, not while I’m around and can do somethin’ about it.” he stabbed the meat again, helping himself to another forkful. You were caught speechless, even when you were done chewing, you had run out of words. You had been prepared to go to bed with an empty stomach in order to keep him happy and healthy, but at the same time, he was willing to do the same for you. 

The two of you spend the rest of the night splitting the contents of the can, and at some point, you shared the nuka-cola you had found with him too. Neither of your tummies were full, but your hearts were with a new realization of just how much you cared about one another. The couch wasn’t big enough for the two of you to lay side by side, but Hancock didn’t seem to mind because as soon as the two of you had finished eating he scooped you up on top of him, lacing his arms around you to hold you close. You spent the rest of the night curled up against him, listening to his heartbeat beneath you as the two of you fell asleep. Maybe you'd be able to find more supplies tomorrow, or maybe you wouldn’t. Either way, Hancock was determined to take care of you in any way he could. 

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sweet Nothings

Quinn Hughes:

"As the evening sky turns into a velvet blanket of stars, my breath hitches at the sight of your mesmerizing beauty. The moonlight highlights your stunning features, making you glow like an angel. I yearn to explore your curves, tracing them with my fingers and my lips. Every gentle touch ignites a spark of desire, leaving me longing for more."

Jack Hughes:

"You're the sweetest, most irresistible person I've ever met. Your gorgeous smile radiates like the sun, and your eyes are like starlight in the night sky. Your soft touch and warm embrace make me feel safe, and your loving words fill my heart with joy. You complete me, body and soul, and I can't imagine life without your presence by my side. I love you."

Luke Hughes:

"You're all I can think about. You occupy my every thought. Your warmth and kindness are unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I want to keep discovering more about you every day. I want to take care of you and make you happy, and I want you to return the favor. Together, let's create an atmosphere of love, trust, support, and commitment. There's no limit to how special we can make this connection."

Nico Hischier:

"I could gaze into your eyes forever, never tiring of their beauty. The sound of your voice is like music to my ears, making my heart sing. Your tender touch comforts my soul, as we connect on a deeper level. All I want to do is spend time with you, feeling your presence in every minute. Your essence is a sweet balm to my heart, providing much-needed solace in a chaotic world. I am lost in your warm embrace, finding peace and serenity in your arms."

Timo Meier:

"Your soulful eyes lure me in, just like a siren at sea. The scent of the ocean caresses my face, like a warm summer breeze. As we share an intimate glance, I feel a spark of electricity between us. Your touch is like honey to my soul, sending shivers down my spine. All my worries and troubles melt away, as you take me in."

John Marino:

"You are the most captivating person I've ever seen. I could stare at your face for hours and not get bored. Your smile could brighten the darkest of days. Your presence is like a warm embrace, providing a feeling of comfort and joy."

Kirby Dach:

"Your beautiful face, framed by your silky hair and eyes that sparkle with mischief, is like a masterpiece to behold. I can't help but stare, as I take in every inch of your stunning figure. Every curve, every line, and every feature is like poetry to me. As I gaze upon you and drink you in, all thoughts of the world around me vanish. I can only see you, and I feel completely captivated by you."

Juraj Slafkovsky:

"I could stare into your eyes forever, lost in their depths of beauty. Your soft lips beckon me, like a moth to a flame. As we come together, our bodies meld together, as one. Our bodies are intertwined, a dance of love and desire. With each movement, the waves of passion crash upon us, carrying us away into ecstasy."

Arber Xhekaj:

"You are like a warm ray of sunlight on a cold winter’s day. Your love and affection radiate from within, making me feel warm and safe. As we lie in each other’s arms, I feel my heart beating faster and faster. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly right where they belong. I long for your touch, your love, and your embrace. The world seems to melt away, as we are caught up in the moment. Our bodies connected, our minds intertwined, and our souls bonded."

Cole Caufield:

"Your presence is like a warm blanket, enveloping me with comfort and safety. You make me feel protected and loved, like we're living in our own little world. You have a way of making me feel at peace with the world. My life feels so much better now that you're in it. I want to show you all the affection and love you deserve, and I'm willing to go above and beyond to make you happy. Together we explore new possibilities and create memories that will last a lifetime. There's no limit to what we can achieve together."

Trevor Zegras:

"There's something magical about us. When we're together, it's like we're in our own little world. I feel so safe when I'm in your arms, and no matter what the day holds, I know I can count on you to make me feel loved and appreciated. With you by my side, I could take on anything life throws at us. I'm so glad I found you."

Jamie Drysdale:

"Your smile is as bright as the sun. Your eyes are as mesmerizing as the stars on a clear night sky. Your touch is as soft as a feather, and when we're together, there's no other place I would rather be. I want to cherish every moment with you and make sure to never take our time together for granted. There's nothing else in this world that compares to the feeling of being with you. You complete me."

[resident-idiot-simp]

I couldn't do it justice but I REALLY want a MW and TWD crossover like I have the plot but there is no way I could write it.

(once again copy paste from discord conversations)

Plot the 141 are in the US because well Laswell told them something is going very wrong. Soap and Ghost of even all of the 141 are in Atlanta maybe to go to the CDC.

Apocalypse happens and they end up at the quarry camp. You can have everyone there being very confused and giving the soldiers a wide birth that pushed them to hang out with the Dixon's. Alternatively, they're liked but still hang out with the Dixon's because the brothers are the only other people who are competent.

So there's this weird duality where everyone else hates the brothers except for single handedly the most competent people in the camp. Also we can have ghost beating the shit out of Ed.

More people survive, Ghost theoretically hack his way out of the CDC if they end up killing Brenner. Sophia lives and the whole plot is them trying to get back to their team or to the main base if it's all of 141. I can go into more detail I have thought a lot about this

They're all very confused by the relationship between Soap and Ghost. Carol clocks it as do the Dixon's but everyone else is kind of like 'huh good friends' and if you go the girls try desperately to get with Soap.

Ghost finds it hysterical. Soap is not amused.

Anyways they are always together and eventually are caught kissing or something and the camp is shocked. There are slightly homophobic comments but the two shut it down immediately. Because no they are not dealing with that. (Ironically most of the comments would come from the Dixon's so that's interesting thought)

Also Merle was in the military so I wonder if he's heard of them

Anyway I just want soap and Ghost to take the kids and Carol under their wings speed up the badassnes process. Also, I need caryl

Another thought. CDC someone knocks on their door (Lori or Andrea maybe) (Shane's reaction would also be funny but he's trying too well.... Anyway) and Soap comes to the door with just shorts on.

He's covered in hickeys and scratches his face is flushed and he looks less than pleased to be interrupted. The Girls are shook because WHO IS IN THERE WITH HIM?!

Then Ghost appears behind him mask on and only that the rest of his body is hidden behind the door. It however is the most skin they've ever seen.

News spreads like wildfire (hehe if ykyk) and by morning everyone knows Soap and Ghost are fucking.

They couldn't give a shit and act as if nothing changed the because nothing has.

However, no one else can look at them the same way.

(I will be back soon with a 09 version of this)

Edit we back

Ok so the Captain makes his way into the camp Roach and Ghost next to him. All of the girls are just drooling because hello?! Exotic Scottish man that just oozes sex appeal. He doesn't even bat an eye at them. Merle about flips shit because HOLY THAT'S FUCKING CAPTAIN MACTAVISH THE GUY WHO STOPED WW3! He tells Daryl and both of them try desperately to get on the soldiers good side.

The first peep out of Ed gets him threatened and beaten within an inch of his life Ghost was restrained before it got worse. Mainly because the civilians didn't need to hear about how Ghost has and will again use someone's intestines to hang them. Roach knows EVERYTHING that goes on around camp. He's the one that set up the defense lines helping the Dixons.

He knows Lori and Shane are fucking had actually caught them and reported back. They just ingest information and use it for future leverage. It's not necessarily for blackmail but I mean if it happens to be used as such ¯⁠⁠⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠⁠/⁠¯ Ghost and Roach have no shame when it comes to each other and the Captain they will cuddle right up and make themselves comfortable.

Roach stole Carol and she now stays near them and Roach insist on teaching her BSL. Shane got pissed one day when MacTavish took over directing the camp only for the captain to just drag him completely for his incompetence.

The world isn't going to get better It's only going to get worse. And Shane needs to stop acting otherwise. Dale probably hates them Glenn is in awe. One day when Riley was helping Daryl butcher whatever animal he dragged in they bonded and became inseparable. Two sides of the same coin honestly those two.

Roach is with Gleen all the time teaching him survival tricks because they are also very similar. And at the end of the day with no care they all curl up in their tent like puppies and sleep. I can see Rick and MacTavish being good friends. Also CDC absolutely doesn't happen MacTavish doesn't even let them Consider that as a possible thing.

He knows full well that place is fucked. Just directs them towards the military base in the middle of bum fuck nowhere they had been placed at. Everyone in the camp suspects Roach Ghost and MacTavish are together but it's never confirmed. Not until they are somewhere like a storage locker place sleeping for the night and MacTavish exists the next morning covered in marks.

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[lady-charinette]

Given the latest events

I desperately want a Yor vs Wheeler

Doesn't even have to be post reveal

I think it would make it funnier if it's still before they reveal their identities to each-other

Yor thinks Wheeler is the wrestler patient who stalked Loid to his home and wants to kill him

He's still injured from his fight with Nightfall so Yor sees the bandages around his head and arm and thinks 'holy shit this guy escaped a clinic to beat up my husband'

Anyway, Yor senses that Wheeler isn't to be taken lightly but Wheeler just freezes in the doorway, thinking he could intimidate this short woman into selling out her fake husband

Instead he senses this omnipotent killing intent radiating in radioactive waves from Yor

He just barely dodges a knife thrown right beside his ear. "What the-"

Yor:"I'm sorry, I know you're sick and a patient of my husband's, but nobody is allowed to hurt my family!"

It's not even 30min later that the police and two ambulances arrive. Loid is called home, he thinks something happened to Yor and Anya as soon as Sylvia contacted him about Wheeler escaping prison.

What Loid finds instead is Yor drinking tea with the paramedics and police, getting questioned how she manhandled a +6ft tall man with the strength of a bull on steroids and crack.

The whole team of paramedics and policemen are in shock when Yor flung herself at Loid (and Loid managed to stay on his feet). Loid is in shock bc he sees a suspiciously person shaped form on a stretcher covered by a white sheet in their living room.

Loid:"Wh- Is he-?!"

Paramedic:"Oh no, we managed to resuscitate him. We covered him to prevent you from...having to see the state he's in."

TLDT: Yor vs Wheeler where Yor beats Wheeler within an inch of his life bc she thinks he's Loid's wrestler patient that beat him up