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glassrowboat · 10 months ago

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Morning After

Authors note: This includes a variety of my own headcanons on these characters. The reader is gender neutral. This includes only the male harbingers, but I am willing to write one for the chicks too ^^

Capitano.

-The instant you stirred in your sleep, just the slightest twitch, and you were pinned to the mattress with a looming figure above you. His black hair tickled your skin, swaying back and forth from the sudden movement, but that was barely a concern when this man who had been so sweet with you last night was suddenly acting like a switch that flipped off in his brain. All you could tell was one discernable thing after the sudden surprise: there was no escape if he didn't want there to be.

-”Capitano?” You called out, voice hesitant and barely a whisper as fear choked back the ability to speak confidently.

-Immediately the tense nature that had over taken his form fell, shoulders no longer strung together as that soldier who had been pinning you down held you close and started apologizing for startling you.

-He didn't have to say it, he didn't want to, bit for a moment there the Captain had mistaken you for someone that crept into his chambers with ill intent. He's a soldier. War is what he's known for. This caution just comes with the territory.

-To make up for his own actions he makes sure you're well fed, given a hearty breakfast (one a little too big for you to fully eat but he doesn't mind giving you some Tupperware to take it home in) and tea.

-It's just he's a terrible conversationalist, barely talking as he just nods along to whatever you say, making you carry the flow the entire morning as he adds in an occasion “yes, interesting, or no.”

-At least he's handsome under that helmet.

Childe.

-Fell off the bed the moment he saw you, a shout falling from his lips from the surprise of the fall and well, this naked person in his bed.

-Why he didn't expect you to wake up and throw a pillow at his head for being so darn loud when you have a hangover? Well, only Celestia knows. Though he didn't bother to block it, simply accepted getting hit as it didn't even knock him back.. well that is if he didn't play along and dramatically fell down onto the floor.

-”Are you always such a drama queen?”

-”A guy can't play along with a joke?”

-Very sweet, but a little bit annoying as he asks about you in as many questions he can think of. What's your favorite color? What's your job?

-Admittedly Childe has never had a one night stand before so he doesn't know what to do in this position so when you give him a sweet smile and tell him to just to let you get dressed for now he goes to get a stray shirt for you.

-Definitely wants to see you again, and not just in the bedroom.

-”So where do you come from?”

-”Give me five minutes for fucks sake.”

Dottore.

-First off, what? He's aware each harbinger has their own little dedicated fan club, even him…for some reason. Yet for him to willingly bring someone, possibly one of them, to his bed? People aren't allowed in his personal quarters. Hell, he barely uses it himself, opting to sleep on that one couch in the laboratory. So why the switch in his normal behavioral patterns?

-(I personally see Dottore as a virgin so for this dweeb to lose it this way-)

-Admittedly, he's on edge from trying to remember what happened, the haze of sleep, and the shock of seeing someone he apparently trusted enough to bring to bed. It only made sense he was scowling at this sleeping body. It wouldn't be easy enough to just call it a new test subject, use the sheets as restraints to drag this stranger down to his lab and shove them in a cell but..

-Maybe not this time.

-Instead he gets up and throws on some clothes as quickly as possible, making sure to slot his mask in place despite the fact you have very obviously already seen what lies underneath. That and more.

-It has proven more useful than not to use that thing to hide his expressions.

- Depending on if he drank last night and that's what had him indulging in the warmth of another person's body, Dottore would have one of his clones stand by until you wake up. They can deal with the situation from there and take you home while he gets some caffeine in his body. An easy way to rid of a hangover and forget his newfound company.

-If it was a completely sober decision, Dottore no longer has the excuse that he simply got ahead of himself from the drink and would therefore be hostile in response. Unable to put up with this one bit, he would be telling his bed partner to get dressed and head home already so he can get back to work instead of watching over pointless little you.

-Don't try and say anything about possibly being emotionally attached, it would only anger him. Boy is not used to being open or vulnerable with anyone and you suddenly appearing and having held him so close last night would only set him off in the worst of ways.

Pantalone.

-First thing this man notices is he's just not as comfy as usual, somehow this mattress isn't right, he isn't sinking into the soft plush he spent thousands on. Not even his haze of grogginess was enough to make tossing and turning twist his body into comfort. (Goldilocks having motherfucker). So with a steady hand he reaches out to find his glasses on the nightstand, silver chains rattling on the surface as he pulls them close.

-A one night stand isn't an uncommon thing to the regrator, for him it's happened a small handful of times before but it's never something he's typically the better for in the morning. A man of his position caught slinking into a woman's bedroom as they drunkenly grope at eachother was far from a good look. Not to mention you never knew if the individual would keep their mouth shut.

-That has been a problem with one particular individual in the past that has henceforth been ‘dealt with.’

-But the person laying besides him was still conked out and wrapped in a good majority of the blankets the bedding had to offer. Well, a bit of a thief aren't they? Pantalone almost wanted to laugh but kept his mouth sealed shut, already knowing it's best not to wake you.

-Slowly he got up and out of the bed, trying to keep it from creaking too loudy, to put on last night's clothes. He'll take a shower and get changed into something clean later.

-With one last peak towards the stranger he spent the night with Pantalone slipped out of the front door.

Pierro.

-He's confused.

-Now he understands what happened, the sight of you naked and curled up into him is more than enough to make that clear; though your underwear basically on his favorite pillow definitely would have gotten the point across either way. But, like, him? You who look so much younger, livelier compared to what Pierro sees in the mirror every day after five hundred years haunting him.

-Maybe that joke the second made about people liking ‘older folks’ was based on reality.

-Would greedily allow himself to hold you in his arms for a time. It started with him first saying one minute, that's all he'd allow himself. Then that turned into five, then ten, then twenty. Eventually he would barely wish to nudge you awake even though he knows better.

-Don't go getting attached when there's so much left to do.

-When he finally did wake you up he did his best to make sure you wouldn't get startled, softly calling out the name he was given last night. It's just a shame you do, startling as your hand nearly wacked his face from sheer shock. (Though who can blame you? It's not everyday you blearliy open your eyes, vision still blurry as you take in a man with white hair and stars in his- wait is that the fucking Pierro? Oh fuck).

-The type to help you find your clothes and call for a cab so he knows you get home safely.

-Now all that's left is trying to figure out how to hide the hickey you planted on him.

Scaramouche.

-Let's be real here, you're not making it to the morning.

-He had no clue why he was allowing this, allowing a humans lips to fall to his own with such fevered need. In any other situation he'd be pushing them off, telling this person they're a useless worm that shouldn't ever have walked these lands if all they was going to do was use their life to paw at him. Oh but to worshipped was a delight.

-Kisses pressed to the wooden skin of his puppet body like small prayers to the God he will one day be. This is what humans are made for, aren't they? To give their all to a greater being. So readily Scaramouche let himself be tugged along as you pulled him to wherever you pleased, ready to lavish in the attention he so rarely got.

-A human isn't a threat after all.

-Yet when you tugged on his short, pulling them down just low enough for your mouth to eagerly await something filling it, everything took a turn for the worst.

-”Wait a minute, you don't have genitals?”

-And in a heartbeat you were struck with a bolt of lightning that had you dead on the spot.

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kyri45 · 19 days ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 7/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: AWIUSBSWDN I LOVE your art especially your LMK comic! Wanted to ask if you've seen that one fan art on twitter from @/Jay_chaos_art on twitter (or X) That is the part where little MK is holding Macaque's finger AAAA that scene is too cute! Also poor MK :']

Awww I saw that! It's sooooo good!!! For anyone wanting to see it, check it out HERE!

Anonimo ha chiesto: ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴘᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀᴜ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇsᴜɴ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ? ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ's ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜᴛᴜʙᴇ.ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ!

Aw thanks for the song rec!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: If I remember correctly macaque can hear people thoughts so I just imagine mk having thoughts about ✨courtnapping✨ and macaque just hears it

Macaque is just

Anonimo ha chiesto Mei if she knew what was going on inside MK’s head. Mei: it’s called being a “Furry” MK it’s the biggest plus to have in a world filled with anthropomorphic animal Yaoguai. That and the awesome magic stuffs.

me too Mei, the fuck

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soo that time when shadowpeach were at pigzi's and saw tang with the "bite mark"🌝 Did they realise what was goinn on?? Will they like ask mk or smt about it? *I can imagine the shock on their faces*

They don't know if either to be shocked or not since they called it

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I love and hunger for Spicynoodles! 🍜🔥 What if during demon courting season, Pif decides that even though her son is strong she doesn't want to risk her son to end up court napped by some demon stranger that he doesn't even like. She wants him to be happy. So, she goes to MK and tells him about Red Son's feeling for him and convinces him to courtnap Red Son.

asjcajcb can't answer yet bc of spoilers!!

@stardynamite ha chiesto: I was desperately searching for another good fandom fanfic to latch onto here because I can’t draw fanart at the moment and you have saved me for my eternal searching with your lmk au, thank you sire🫡 I am forever indebted to you for thouesth servicesth

Aw thank youu!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: What would a demon do with the other person after they courtnapped them? Like is it just a forced date?

Nah I mean, If they refuse the courtnapping the captors has to release them otherwise they would just look like an asshole. If they agree then it's more of a surprise date.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Other demons who have tried to cournap wukong seeing Macaque do it with ease: HOW THE FUCK DID HE NOT DIE

He has the advantages that Wukong is a Simp

@wolfsonic ha chiesto: AWWWWWW!!! I LOVE THESE MONKIESSS! I just imagine Mk and Mac training with shadows, and Mk decided one day to practice his shadows by trying to tickle WuKong!

betrayed by his own son

@phoenixeclipse-lmkau ha chiesto: Is Macaque going to have to re-courtnap Wukong because they broke up before? Or would Wukong Courtnap Macaque after all this. Or are they just gonna skip the courtnapping part since they already did it in the past?

depends if we go by the headcanon that courtnapping=marriage

@elixcv ha chiesto: HI! first of all, I just wanna say that I LOVEEEEEEE you bio parent AU, it simply scratches something in my brain. I wish you all the good things in the world(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Now, in second place, I have 2 questions (and dw, if it's smth u don't/can't answer i don't mind, i just wanna say it, i guess?): 1. In your AU, pigsy is some kind of lower/not-so-strong demon? And, if he is, did he also Courtnapping Tang in his own way? 2. Can the courtnapping go both ways? Like, it just can happen one time per couple, or is a requirement that u have to courtnapping the other person back to show ur feelings? Bc, I can see a MK Courtnapping RS, and then RS trying to Courtnapping back, and in my head is like they're playing around the city in a complicated game of tag, or a hide n' seek. This can also apply to swk and macaque. I appreciate your thoughts about anything of this, even if I'm wrong in every way. I'm so excited about this AU and really love the way you write/draw it (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ (sorry for the bad English, I know to read/hear but the grammatical is always a pain in my ass ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Yes, he's a lower demon, but in the end, it was Tang who did the courtnapping bc he thought that Pigsy wouldn't date him if he didn't court him the demon way, while Pigsy was planning on courting him the human way.

Yes. I think courtnapping can go both way but it's not a must or expected to.

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I was reading your last post about MK and his mortality and I was wondering, if MK was on the verge of dying and there was no other way to save him would Monkey King give him a Peach of Immortality? Would MK be upset about it? Also sorry if this question is too angsty 😅 Anonimo ha chiesto: Isn't redson immortal due to being half celestial or fallen celestial idk? Wouldn't he try to convince mk to take it if they get together? @purpleprinceblood ha chiesto: I think Wukong desperately wants Mk to be immortal but also knows that a) Mk would hate it and b) Wukong would too Like, dude has severe depression from his immortality and his friends leaving him, I think he would hate to watch Mk deal with that I could see Wukong offering Mk a life span growing thing, like in jttw iirc the peaches add like 500 years to your life span, Wukong just eats so many of them that they make him immortal, so I could see him offering it as a "I'm scared to lose you but also don't want you suffering like I do" @sakurablossoms-world ha chiesto: Wouldn’t MK technically be long-living since he’s the child of two powerful entities, I mean Redson is 500 and he’s considered to be in his early 20’s by mortal comparison, so wouldn’t it be expected that he’d outlive everyone (Redson and maybe Mei being an exception)? So while he would still value his mortality, immortality wouldn’t really make that big a difference in hindsight. Then again I could be mistaken.

I think MK wouldn't like to become immortal against his choice regardless. Yes, in S1 we see he wanted to become one, but I think he still was in that phase were he just wanted to be/do everything like his hero. And that included eating a peach of immortality. I don't think he ever thought of the implication of being immortal

@yainmy ha chiesto: If Mk has been developing more of Macaques powers does that mean he can develope shadow clones like Rumble and Savage? Or will it be a chaotic nightmare like that one clones episode in the series?

He can only control one shadow clone: his own shadow!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello, I'm too nervous to send this non-anonymously, but I was wondering if I could take inspo from your ShadowPeach Bio parents AU for my own AU called Twins Of The Cycle? It's an AU with my oc, I basically just gave MK a twin.

Nope. If you want to ask for permission, you need to ask me not in anounymous.

@oddogoblino ha chiesto: Random but I find it so silly to imagine Wukong doesn't have the courtnapping instinct bc he's just a stone monkey (made up of pieces of heaven itself + the earth bc...stone), so the times he blushes over Mac are just him imagining cute innocent stuff like wanting to hold Macaque super close and cuddly. Also funnier thing, I was playing with the idea of shape-shifting being gender-limited for most beings/demons and Wukong's ability to shape-shift into women being wukong being an iconic monkey again so your latest update is a very fun surprise ! Yippee!!!

waitwaitwait I got it-

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can they monkeys purr like kittens?? It will be SOO CUTE if they can!!!✨

Maybe???

Anonimo ha chiesto: was Macaque ever more reckless than Wukong ? Maybe in their youth 🤔

Oh definetely

Anonimo ha chiesto: did the Brotherhood in your AU know about Wukong being trans or Macaque courtnapping Wukong? did one of them try to courtnap someone, including our fav monkey boys? 👀👀👀

Yes, the brotherhood knew

@blossomhill36353 ha chiesto: AAAAAAAHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOOD!!! I love u and your shadowpeach AU with all of my heart u know that!!!!❤️❤️❤️ I have a question tho!! Soo about the glamour thing are they can teach MK how to use one? And since mac has already shown without glamour Infront of MK will Wukong do the same as well??

Yes MK knows the basic of glamours. as for your second question, who knows....

@cutvdo ha chiesto: How oblivious / dense do you think Redson is? like would he notices when MK is blushing?

I'll tell you that, in the last comic, he actually did (the crowd goes in a standing ovation for the idiots of the century)

Anonimo ha chiesto: sooooo a lot of ppl like having Macaque having white hair/fur bc BUT does Wukong have any that he’s ashamed to admit?? 👀👀👀👀

he has but they are only stress related

Anonimo ha chiesto: I like how the shadow tickle courtnapping implies that Macaque could've gained the upper hand during any of their fights in the series, but he chose not to because the feelings associated with it were still raw.

Ah. Ok. Well, thank you but now I gotta stay in the corner and cry after this information

Anonimo ha chiesto: If Wukong and Macaque had been around for school who would the school prefer come if they called home Macaque or Wukong. I feel like Wukong because macaque would be overprotective.

They are the meme where MK got into a fight and they come in a hurry just to ask him if he won

Anonimo ha chiesto: I want someone to call either Macaque and Wukong old, and they get super mad and try to say they aren't old but they are

they are. they are very old.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Has macaque ever had to deal with Wukong having a period?? Does Wukong even have any if he shape-shifts?? Sorry if this feels inappropriate. Anonimo ha chiesto: WAIT, DOES WUKONG BEING TRANS MEAN MACAQUE HAD/HAS TO DEAL WITH HIS PERIODS?!?!.! ANCHHDMSBJFMDBCMDN 😂

Yup, he still has the normal period symptoms and Mac had to stay with him all the time

Anonimo ha chiesto: Who would ask "would you still love me if I was a worm"

Wukong. And he would do it while shapeshifting as a worm

Anonimo ha chiesto: If they where like super angry at someone or something would Wukong & Macaque hiss (not sure what you would call the noise but, full on fangs out.)

I think yeah.

autism-autobot ha chiesto: Are we ever going to see the pilgrims in the shadowpeach bio parents au?

Nope

k4izershasfreakycanon ha chiesto: Hello,so if you dont remember me i was the one who made a custom outfit for mk! i only have the front rendered and coloref so i just wanted to say that you're always allowed to use it in comics! just please credit me:)

Thank you! But I made already his outfit way prior your own post so I already planned to using my original design.

#ask box #shadowpeach bio parents au

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aayakashii · 1 month ago

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Can you make a ❤️16 and ❤️20 smutty fic for Haku?

16❤️ A kiss in the rain

Okay this isn't that smutty tbh and it's more like. Haku longing (I can't resist it I love men suffering because of love 😔✋️) but I'm not sure how I feel about it... I hope you like it though :')

WARNING: suggestive content, minors do not interact!!!

Based a lot of it on @kurosagi-h8r 's headcanon and the additions by @ghoulspaw and @kusanagihaku !!!!!!!

Water flew languidly through the cracks in the stones, like veins inside a body. The pitter patter of the rain was insistent, making puddles where the ground dipped, and creating a white noise that drowned out all the other sounds.

Haku licked his lips, tasting the droplets of water in his tongue.

He could still listen to your quiet sniffles if he paid close attention, though.

Not a surprise at all. His senses always seemed heightened when it came down to you.

His eyes could always find and follow you in every crowd; his ears could always pick up your voice and your laugh amongst thousands of strangers; his fingertips always found respite in the dip of your waist; and he always inhaled a little bit deeper once your dizzying perfume reached his nose.

The only thing he didn't know was your taste.

Haku observed how your shoulders trembled a little, as he stood right behind you, unsure of what to say – what to do.

His family would scoff at his wordlessness.

How come a priest is unable to guide a cursed one who's slowly losing their way? How come all the divinity that speckled the blood of his oh-so-powerful family be pitifully wasted on someone like him?

The words echoed in his brain, like clockwork. A lifetime being berated for being less than perfect – less than properly holy – does that to you, after all.

Haku learned to push it to the corners of his mind, transforming them into white noise that blended seamlessly with the sound of the persistent rain that fell over your heads.

His mind was, instead, laser focused on the water that dripped from your body as you cried – so quietly, so inoffensive and fragile – right in front of him.

He had offered to listen to your worries. He tried, he did. Yet, midway, he found himself lost in the movement of your lips as you poured your heart out to him and shared the weight of your fear.

What a wretched, perverted little man he was, twirling his tongue inside his mouth and sucking his own teeth while he watched your lips move, like a dog that instinctively chews nothing when it sees its owner eating.

He almost laughed at the idea, but kept it to himself, a half smile breaking his serious façade. Was he that far gone for you? Did he become your dog, is that it?

Haku blinked the raindrops away, biting his lower lip as he came to the realization that he wouldn't mind you putting a leash on him, after all.

A single raindrop ran down the nape of your neck and onto your back in the confines of your drenched clothes.

He swallowed almost audibly, observing the red flower mark on your skin, wet and with hair strands stuck onto it.

It almost called to him.

The thing that signified your impending doom, also being the thing that brought you to him, tempted him. It reminded him that the clock was ticking, fast and merciless, and that he would soon be out of time. That soon he would not be able to drown his senses in you.

“What is one more curse to someone who is already cursed, after all?” he thought to himself, bitterly, as he leaned forward and let his breath warm the skin where the mark had been placed.

You flinched, but before you could turn around to face Haku, his hands grabbed your arms to keep you in place.

“Stay still, pretty. Just for a moment” he murmured, his voice huskier than what you were used to – darker than what you were used to.

His breath tickled the nape of your neck and your skin was pricked with goosebumps, as he panted like a feral animal trying to control its base instincts.

And when his tongue left a warm trail on your skin, you gasped.

“W-what are you doing, Haku?” you asked, breathlessly and taken aback by his sudden actions. The tears you were spilling a mere moments ago were quickly forgotten as you blushed at the sound of his lips leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Mmmm. I don't know either.” he hummed languidly, resting his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose onto your jaw, breathing you deeply.

Haku's hands trailed down your arms. He gave a gentle squeeze to your hands before moving his hands upwards again, all while groping your waist. He moaned lowly into your ears once he grabbed a handful of your breasts and you swore you could feel your skin burn at his touch, despite the rain.

“What's- what's gotten into you?” you gasped, completely taken aback by the whiplash of crying and then suddenly getting Haku's hands all over your body.

“Mmhhmm… I can stop if you want to.” he murmured, placing kisses wherever his lips could reach, smiling triumphantly to himself every time you let out a little gasp at his ministrations.

He pulled you flush against his body and you unintentionally moaned at the feeling of the bulge in his pants poking your lower back.

Haku shivered at the sound and immediately turned you to face him, before you could even think of excusing your action, and rested his forehead against yours. His hands grasped your arms tightly, nails fearfully digging into your skin.

His face was a burning red and his pupils were blown wide as he looked at you – the gold of his irises was barely visible around the darkened pools of his eyes. Haku looked feverish, you thought for a fleeting moment, but the way he panted and licked his lips said to you that his fever seemed to be caused by something entirely different.

“I need you.” he whispered, as if it was his most hidden secret. Or as if he spoke too loud, he could wake up and discover that it was all a dream.

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and placed a hand on his chest. Through the damp, now almost transparent fabric, you could feel the fast rhythm of his heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump. It raced inside his ribcage, shedding light on the truth of his words.

He needed you.

And Haku felt like his desire could kill him. He desperately needed you. He needed your eyes on him; he needed your words and your moans; he needed your hands intertwined with his; he needed to have your perfume clogging his pores; and he needed your kisses etching his skin until he could feel the ghost of them, like scars only he knew he had.

He had to drown himself in you so he could finally breathe.

“Will you let me have you, princess?” he smiled, bitterness and fear keeping it from being sincere, longing like a forgotten rusted ship longs for the sea.

Your hand glided from his chest to his cheek, and you could feel a warmth bloom in your chest once you felt how hot his skin was to your touch.

And when you nodded, melting in his arms, Haku could swear he breathed for the first time in a long while.

#tokyo debunker #ask #drabble event #haku kusanagi #tokyo debunker haku kusanagi

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cosmicdahlias · 2 months ago

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Low Honor, Lower Morals

an arthur morgan x reader fic

MINORS DNI

You’re a young woman in your 20’s living in Saint Denis. One night you’re cornered in an alley by a gang of thugs until you’re saved by a mysterious cowboy. Unfortunately for you his intentions are much more sinister than your attackers.

warnings: noncon, mild age gap (reader is in their 20’s), threatening you with a gun, stalking mention, kidnapping, corruption, unwillingly enjoying it, biting, forced orgasm, slapping, cumming in your mouth, drugging, taking your virginity, bondage, impreg

okay this is a short break from my usual ford pines fics. rdr2 has been all over my tiktok fyp and it’s reignited my hoe tendencies for arthur, i love me that cowboy. i’ve always headcanoned that low honor arthur is a sick sadistic fuck who doesn’t take no for an answer, especially when it’s a pretty damsel he just saved. i mean a hero deserves his reward after all.

You were cornered by a gang of thugs. They had been catcalling you as you walked home on the streets of Saint Denis. You tried to run, but they pounced on you before you had the chance, dragging you into a dark alley. You didn’t know if they were there to mug you… or worse.

The leader of the group brandished a gun and held it under your chin.

“P-please, just take my money, I won’t tell anyone.” You said, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh we want something even better than money.” The leader grinned darkly.

You shut your eyes tightly, praying it would be over soon and your life would be spared, when you heard the click of boots and the cocking of a revolver. You expected to be shot at any moment, instead hearing a voice that didn’t match any of your captors.

“Step away from the kid or pay with your life.”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to the source of the voice and saw the outline of a man illuminated by the street lamps. Mercy, you were saved.

The leader scoffed, turning his gun to the mystery man. “Oh yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it? It’s 4 against one, pal. Step closer and see what happens when you-“

Before he could finish his sentence the stranger shot him dead. He collapsed on the ground with a sickening thud. You barely had a chance to take in a breath or blink before he quickly dispatched of the other three.

You stood there, shaking like a leaf. The stranger approached you. He was tall and as he stepped closer and you could make out his facial features, he was quite attractive.

“Thank you Mr.-“

“Morgan.” He said in his deep rural accent.

“Thank you, Mr. Morgan. For a second there I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me. How can I ever repay you? I have money, not much, but hopefully enough to-“

“Oh I don’t need money, but there’s somethin’ else you can do for me.” He chuckled, pulling you in by the waist.

You blushed. “Well how could I say no to the man who saved me?”

You took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply, the whiskers of his beard tickling your lips. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes.

You stepped back and he looked down at you, like he was waiting for something. When the realization of that “something” hit you your face turned an even deeper scarlet.

“Oh, umm I’m flattered, Mr. Morgan, truly. You’re very handsome, but… I’m saving myself for marriage.”

He chuckled again. “Well sweetheart the thing about me is-“ he pulled out his revolver. “I don’t take “no” for an answer.”

You felt your stomach drop.

“B- but, I thought-“

He gave a sinister laugh. “You thought what? That I’m some kinda honorable man? I’m an outlaw, I take what I want. You think I just happened to find you like that? No, I saw you days ago, followed you everywhere, waitin’ for the perfect opportunity, hell I even know where you live. You kept your door locked and I almost gave up, but then tonight you were stupid enough to hit the town by yourself with no man to accompany you. Honestly this is for your own good, I’m teachin’ you a lesson.”

You were horrified, your savior had become your assailant.

“Now, listen to me closely. I got a room nearby, we’re going to make our way there and if you so much as try to run or even scream, I’ll kill you where you stand. You got that?”

You nodded, tears forming again. The both of you began walking, his gun pressed against your back the whole way. You opened the doors to the saloon, hoping, praying that someone would see what was happening and intervene. But you were greeted with apathetic patrons who didn’t even so much as look your way. No one was coming to save you.

“You squeal to any of these folks and you’re as good as dead.” He whispered as you ascended the staircase.

You reached his room and he unlocked the door. He shut it behind you and pushed you up against it. You tried to free yourself from his grasp.

“Fight me all you want, I love when my prey don’t go down easy.” He growled menacingly in your ear.

He kissed you aggressively, hands unceremoniously pulling off your clothes. You didn’t struggle, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He looked down at your exposed body.

“Shoot, I see why those men wanted you so bad. You could pose for them erotic pictures, make men go wild.”

He picked you up effortlessly and tossed you down onto the bed. He hovered above you before lowering his head between your thighs.

“Now, I might be an outlaw, but I’m still a gentleman. Not that you’d know the difference, bein’ a virgin and all. Bet you have no idea what I’m about to even do to you, but I think you’ll like it.”

You had no experience with anything sexual, but Arthur had spent more than enough time with women of the night to know his way around pussy. He took great pleasure in the idea of corrupting you, to bring you down into the dirty, depraved world of an outlaw.

You gasped as his mouth found your clit. You’d never even touched yourself before, the sensation felt incredibly foreign, but so good. You hated it, you hated how good you felt being touched like this against your will. You involuntarily moaned.

“Good, that’s it. See? I told you you’d enjoy this.”

“Mr. Morgan, please sto-“

“Call me Arthur.”

You whimpered as he sucked on your clit.

“Come on, darlin’ say my name. I wanna hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

You were silent.

He bit down hard on your thigh. “I SAID SAY MY NAME GODDAMMIT!”

“A-Arthur.”

“That’s better, listen to me next time because after this I’m done bein’ nice.”

He slipped two fingers in you, curling them at your g-spot. You cried out in horrified pleasure. His tongue rapidly circled your clit.

“Feels good, don’t it?”

You nodded, afraid of what would happen if you didn’t respond. He quickened his pace and something in you shifted, the pleasure felt overwhelming, as if you were about to explode. Your back arched off the bed, Arthur seized your waist and held you down.

“Already? Damn, I forgot how easy it is to make you virgins cum. That’s it, cum for me. Though I doubt you have any clue what that means, huh?”

His fingers fucked you intensely, tongue lashing at your clit. You shook, your breathing rapid. You were so overwhelmed that you seized a fistful of Arthur’s hair unintentionally. You froze, thinking you would be punished.

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s it. Enjoying yourself now, aren’t you?”

He growled into your clit, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. You felt yourself unwillingly bucking your hips into his mouth. Shockwaves of pleasure rolled through you, your walls contracted around his fingers. You moaned loudly, screaming every curse word under the sun. Slowly your breathing settled, the indescribable feeling subsiding.

Arthur chuckled darkly. “It’s always the innocent ones like you who get into it, you just don’t know how to enjoy yourself until a real man comes along. Bet you drive the boys ‘round here crazy, turnin’ ‘em down left and right, tryin’a be a good one, all proper like. Sooner or later this was bound to happen to you, you’re just lucky it was a man like me with some dignity to eat your pussy first. But now it’s my turn, you’re gonna suck me off.”

You stared up at him, you had zero idea what he meant.

“Jesus, do I have‘ta do everything myself?”

He grabbed you by the hair, throwing you to the floor, then pulled you up to your knees by your arm. He started undoing his belt, pulling out his cock. Your eyes widened, you’d never seen a man’s length before, only in a stolen glance of an anatomy textbook at the library, but even you knew he was way bigger than average.

“I- I don’t know if it’ll-“

He smirked. “Fit? Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

He seized your hair and forced your mouth onto his cock. You gagged, trying to pull back, but he only shoved himself deeper. Your teeth scraped his shaft.

He slapped you hard across the face. “HEY! Watch the teeth.”

He thrust hard and fast into your mouth, any possible enjoyment you could’ve had was gone. This was torture, you felt like your jaw was going to dislocate. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.

“You’re takin’ my cock so good, you sure you never done this before?”

He bucked into your mouth furiously, you choked, saliva dripping from your mouth. He was relentless, he didn’t care if you hated it, he was going to use you. This is what you got for turning down his advances.

His breath hitched and his hips stuttered.

“Fuckin’ god, your mouth feels so good.” He moaned breathlessly.

His grip on your hair tightened. All of this was new to you but you had enough sense to know he was close to what you had experienced minutes prior. He attempted to pull out, not wanting to cum yet, but it was too late. He groaned loudly and spilled into your mouth, a bitter, salty taste flooding your tongue. You made a motion to spit, but Arthur clasped a hand over your mouth.

“Ah ah, swallow, all of it.”

You reluctantly let the warm cum go down your throat, you shuddered.

He gathered a drop of cum on his thumb from your chin, putting it in your mouth.

“Look at you, swallowing my cum like a whore.”

You stood up, looking at the door. Arthur pulled small bottle of liquid and a rag out of his satchel, he doused the cloth in the liquid. He stepped towards you.

“Since I came in that pretty mouth we’re gonna have’ta take a break, but this is just in case you think of runnin’.”

You made a motion to run but Arthur seized your wrist, pulling you to him, his chest pressed against your back.

“As if you could outrun me.” He smirked, shoving the rag over your face.

The smell of chemicals hit you as you tried to fight it, but you felt your eyelids grow heavy, falling to the floor.

You awoke god knows how much later on the bed, your eyes struggled go focus. All you could see was a figure on top of you. You blinked, Arthur came into focus, he had removed his clothes. He was so close you could smell him, a mixture of leather and wood with a hint of musk.

“Rise n’ shine, princess.” He said, kissing your neck. “I was startin’ to get impatient. I wanted you to be awake for this.”

He grunted as he tried to slip himself inside you.

“Goddam, you’re tight. Try to relax, I promise it’ll feel good.”

He pressed his tip at your entrance, slowly sliding himself in. You winced and clenched around him.

“Eeeeeasy. I know you don’t want it, but it’ll be so much better if you just accept it.”

He tried to ease his way in gently, but couldn’t help himself. He slammed his full length into you. You screamed from the pain, it felt like you were being split open. Arthur shoved his hand over your mouth.

“Quiet down, you tryin’a let everyone know that I’m takin’ your virginity?”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Arthur scoffed. “Now what good is that gonna do you? No one’s here to save you so quit your cryin’.”

You tried fighting the tears, you still broke down and sobbed, you just wanted this to end, if he killed you after he was done you’d welcome it.

He hit you brutally with the back of his hand. “I TOLD YOU TO QUIT CRYIN’!”

Your head snapped to the side, ears ringing. You stared at him in shock, blood trickled from your nose. Your rage boiled. You tried to throw a punch at him, but he caught your fist.

“Looks like you still got a little bit‘a fight left in you.”

He got off you, for a second you thought he was going to reach for his gun, but instead he pulled out a rope. He bound your wrists together with precision above your head. He must’ve done this hundreds of times before. He sunk himself back into you with a loud groan, fucking you violently.

“There. I love feelin’ you struggle, but I can’t risk you takin’ swings at me, princess.”

You spat angrily in his face. “I’m NOT your princess.”

He took your spit in his fingers, licking it. “God, you’re cute when you’re pissed.”

“Fuck you.”

“Aww, don’t be like that sweetheart, you said it yourself, I’m handsome. I know there’s a part’a you that loves this. Here, I know somethin’ that’ll fix your attitude.”

He reached a hand down and stroked your clit, you reflexively tightened around him.

“Good god, you’re squeezin’ my cock to death. I didn’t know pussy could get this tight.”

He leaned down and bit roughly on your neck, you cried out, he then wrapped a hand around your throat, the other still circling your pussy. You gasped, trying to breathe and failing, you struggled at your restraints, trying to push away his hand.

“You poor thing. Can’t breathe can ya? Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you said “no” to me. We could’a made love, but I’m afraid you asked for this. Maybe now you’ll learn to not turn away the man that saved you from bein’ gang raped in an alley and left for dead.”

You had always imagined your first time, being wrapped in a loving embrace in the arms of your new husband on your wedding night, gentle caresses from a caring gentleman who could never hurt you. Yet here you found yourself, being torn apart by a vicious outlaw. He was raw, animalistic, ripping into you like a wolf that hungered for your blood and flesh.

His breathing hitched again, by now you knew well enough to sense what was coming next. He sped up his fingers on your clit, you were close too.

“Fuckin’ shit, that tight little pussy is gonna make me cum. And I ain’t pullin’ out, I don’t give two fucks if I knock you up. But first you’re gonna cum on my cock.”

His fingers worked you over, you bit down on his shoulder, overstimulated.

“Yeah, feels good don’t it? Almost too much to handle, huh?”

Your breathing was quick, you shook as your orgasm overtook you, your head snapped back as every cell in your body was electrified in pleasure. The shame of cumming twice to a man out of wedlock was setting in, but Arthur gave you no time to process your feelings.

He pounded you into the mattress at a blinding speed, the bed creaking and groaning as the headboard repeatedly slammed into the wall. He bent you in half, taking your legs over his shoulders, digging his nails into your ankles. In this position your ability to breathe was negligible.

He gritted his teeth and growled as he shot load after load of cum into you, you felt the warmth of it inside you. He panted, letting out a satisfied sigh. He pulled out and flopped over next to you. You started crying again, terrified that he had impregnated you.

“Jesus, what are you so upset about? Get dressed.”

He untied your wrists and you quickly pulled your clothes back on between choking back tears.

“Now, as much as I’d love to keep you here, I got important business to take care of. I’m bein’ nice and lettin’ you go. But if find out you told a single living soul what happened tonight, I’ll hunt you down and fuckin’ kill you. So run, get the hell out of here before I change my mind and spare myself the trouble by just killin’ you now.”

You were frozen, you guessed this was what shock felt like. He pulled out his revolver.

“RUN!” He shouted.

You flung the door open and fled down the hall, the fear of Arthur deciding to just go ahead and kill you never leaving your mind. You burst open the doors of the saloon, tumbling onto the street. You quickly picked yourself up and took off running all the way home, not once daring to look back.

When you got home you broke down, crying yourself to sleep.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #my fics

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angelfleurry · 6 months ago

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Can I request headcanons for Chihiro, Toko, Chiaki, and Teruteru with a clingy fem reader who loves cuddles?

I'm going on a requesting Rampage for some content of my blorbos lol. If you don't want to write this, that's fine.

♡Chihiro, Toko, Chiaki & TeruTeru with a clingy Fem! Reader who loves cuddles:♡

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THIS REQUEST IS ADORAAAABLE!! I’m not even joking I giggled when I saw it. I love writing about wholesome cuddly sorts of things, and this request is just ahwhwh!! I really hope I’ve done alright. I think this will actually be my first time writing for Chihiro. It’s occurred to me that I’ve never written for him before!!

I’m so sorry that this took so long to do, and to any requests I have not yet published. I’ve had exams and general life stuff to tend to, but I promise I’m getting them done! <3

꒰ა Chihiro Fujisaki: ໒꒱

♡ He’s so gentle about it but he’s definitely flustered by it.

♡ If you go to cling to him, usually through hugs, he tends to freeze for a second.

♡ Then, depending on his level of confidence that day, he’ll either tumble into a fit of giggles or be super bashful about it.

♡ He still welcomes it though.

♡ I imagine he really appreciates it when you snuggle close to him.

♡ You like to sit and watch him as he works, offering food or drink every so often.

♡ This makes him feel super loved and even more enamoured by you.

♡ He likes to talk to you about latest thing he’s working on.

♡ It makes him feel so happy that you actively choose to spend time with him.

♡ He loves you so much and, while he’s awkward and still gathering confidence with you, he wants you to know just how much he appreciates all this love!

♡ Hand-holding is to be expected.

꒰ა Toko Fukawa: ໒꒱

♡ It flusters her.

♡ She’s definitely flinchy about it.

♡ She doesn’t react negatively to it, but it visibly startles her.

♡ Like, what are you doing?

♡ But also, don’t stop…

♡ She gets shivers whenever you cling onto her.

♡ They’re good shivers, rest assured.

♡ She gets all red-faced when you make it known you want to spend time with her.

♡ It tickles at her insides in a way that flusters her everytime.

♡ You’re just so adorable when you’re all attached to her.

♡ The way you cling to her, the way you smile when she enters the room, it does things to her soul everytime.

♡ It’s so nice to be loved by someone, to be cared for by someone, to have someone willingly want to touch her.

♡ To have someone as lovely as you be so eager to spend time with her, to even hold her, it startles her in a way she never quite could have imagined. It’s a good startle though.

♡ It makes her feel all sorts of emotions, but she can’t quite write it out.

♡ It’s nice to feel important to someone.

꒰ა Chiaki Nanami: ໒꒱

♡ It’s nice.

♡ It’s really, really nice.

♡ She loves it when you curl up beside or upon her, watching her game.

♡ A small smile will always fall upon her face whenever you get affectionate.

♡ She likes to pat your head and lean it upon her shoulder.

♡ Small doses of affection, but they mean everything.

♡ Chiaki is no stranger to the forehead kisses.

♡ Cuddles with Chiaki always make you sleepy, but a good kind of sleepy.

♡ You feel so protected in her embrace, even if you don’t need to feel that way.

♡ You’ve often fallen asleep in each other’s arms, music from Chiaki’s latest game softly playing in the background.

♡ Public hand-holding is to be expected.

꒰ა TeruTeru Hanamura: ໒꒱

♡ Oh, he’s fully welcoming of this trait of yours.

♡ He feels this weird sense of pride whenever you cling to him.

♡ Something about the fact you’re his, and you can’t get enough of his touch…

♡ Makes him feel all cool and stuff.

♡ But, at the same time, when you pull him close, wrapping your arms around him, he gets emotional.

♡ Something within him awakens, something timidly overwhelming.

♡ It’s such a contradicting feeling, such gentle aggression as tears spring to his eyes.

♡ The fact you love him, really love him; despite his flaws, despite his habits…

♡ He just holds you tighter, trying not to tear up.

♡ Teru adores how clingy you are to him. He loves how you constantly seek his attention and actively want to spend time with him!

♡ You don’t even have to do anything specific, you just like being around him, and he adores that!

♡ He likes to make little remarks about your clinginess, but it’s never out of spite; it’s all very loving.

♡ Hand-holding and hand-tracing is a CONSTANT scenario for you both.

♡ It’s very simple, but it lets the both of you know you’re loved and safe.

♡ He likes to have you watch him cook.

♡ You’ve helped out a few times, and he loves it every time.

♡ Just you being in the kitchen with him, either observing or partaking, fills him with so much joy it’s unreal.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #x reader #goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #teruteru hanamura x reader #teruteru hanamura #toko fukawa x reader #toko fukawa #chihiro fujisaki #chihiro fujisaki x reader #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami x reader #clingy #wholesome #cuddles

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hotwritergf · 7 months ago

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okay i’m rlly sorry it’s not a prompt but i would love to hear more of your general thoughts on knismo!eddie <3 bc yeah it’s canon basically

oh babie i can talk about this all day!!

Knismo!Eddie my beloved<3

I did these as headcanons I hope that’s okie!

He’s a switch imo, at least that’s how I see him!! I don’t think he leans either way, a solid 50/50 switch.

He’s a fucking terrifying (in a good way obviously!!) ler. I can imagine this mf and his verbal teasing but in his DM voice? Or using dnd as a game in order to tickle you. Like “here roll the D20 and if its an odd number you get tickled, if its an even number I get to tickle you” and you’re so flustered you don’t even realise it’s lose/lose choice for you.

He’s definitely ticklish. I think his worst spots (like most people think) would be his hips. I mean look at that man’s waist. Also his tummy? He’s such a “I’m a grown man look at me I’m tattooed and I smoke drugs and drink I’m not ticklish” mf. But yet when Steve blows a raspberry on his tummy he becomes mush and doesn’t even push him off him (when he definitely can.)

He’s a kicker!! Flails around and screeches!!

100% includes the tickle monster in his dnd campaign, and if you get killed? You’re getting tickled in real life too.

He can only say the word tickle if he’s in a ler mood, if he’s in a lee mood? Absolutely no chance. He’d sooner throw away his guitar.

Certified neck biter™️

Uses his hair to tickle people, like holding a few strands in his fingers and swiping them across their necks/under their chins.

His fingers are fast and calloused bc he plays guitar.

“Stay still let me practice this song!!” As he pretends you’re his guitar.

Bite bite bites you

Loves hates when people sneak up behind him and squeeze his sides and he squeals when it happens.

“Sure I’ll stop tickling you, but you gotta say I’m a rock god.”

If he knows one of his friends is ticklish, he’ll tell them and show them how their friend reacts, just to add a little chaos.

Giggly little baby!!

Will slide his feet into someone’s lap when they’re watching a movie and act like he isn’t begging to be tickled. Be nice to him that boy is touch starved.

His brain will short circuit if he’s asked if he’s ticklish, he has no idea to respond. People don’t expect him to be ticklish bc he’s “scary looking” (obviously he’s not. He’s just a baby!!!)

Sometimes when he’s a tickling someone a little roughly, you can feel his rings and those things are cold.

He’s so easily flustered, especially if he hears the word tickle in public and he’s not expecting it. His ears burn when he hears it.

Blushing!! When!! He’s!! Pinned!! Down!!

Rips holes in his shirts in hopes that someone will wiggle a finger inside them!

Stretches so obnoxiously in hope someone tickles him.

Wayne used to play fight with him when he was a kid, purely bc he needed to tire that adhd ridden boy out before he sent him to bed. He used to tickle him a lot to wear him out!!

When he’s been wrecked™️ he smiles for hours afterwards, until his cheeks ache.

Thank you SO much for this ask!! As a knismo myself, my brain melted a little bit reading this ask and writing these!! Mwah. Have a great day, love ya <3

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helloescapist · 1 year ago

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Living Together Headcanons Part I | Giyuu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, and Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 4064

Setting: [insert]hashira x gn!reader, established relationships

Content Warning(s): minor suggestive wording, SFW, domestic

Summary: just domestic headcanons with Giyuu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, and Kyojuro Rengoku.

The Water Hashira

This was not a decision the Water Hashira took lightly, nor was it one he was able to make a decisive point on for quite some time. In fact, it’s likely that Tomioka had wanted to start living together months ago. Your having fallen asleep at his place on accident gifting him the rare opportunity to see your f ace first thing in the morning, he’s smitten. It was a desire that resulted in hours of deliberation, internal screaming, and self-inflicted panic.

His mind had scampered off with a number of scenarios; Giyuu had successfully outlined every possible consequence of living together.

Pondered what domestic dispute would occur if you both discovered the swordsman was in fact, a snorer. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had a deviated septum—he had certainly been knocked in the face a number of times by Sanemi. Would you be able to sleep through such clamorous noise? What if the whistle of his botched nose robbed you of necessary slumber? What if the reality of sharing a bed spread further than him being a noisy sleeper, c-could Giyuu be restless sleeper? He was prone to nightmares since the loss of his sister, b-but he never considered that it may cause him to wander the futon. What if he pushed you off in the middle of the night? Or stole the blankets in his struggles?

The night and performance was not the only concern, the waking hours lent its own opportunities for him to sink your happy relationship. What if your social tendencies lent itself to frequent visitors? W-would he be able to keep up with communal demands? The idea of strangers acquaintances wandering throughout his home at a moment’s notice is enough to make him anxious.

Giyuu has always fretted over even the littlest of things, but when the thought to take your relationship a step further occurred to him, well, it really sent his thoughts in overdrive. His heart yearns for domestic life at your side, but he’s aware he is not the easiest person to get along with. Worried that this next phase of your relationship, well it would awake whatever fevered dream had led you to accept him as your partner.

His over consideration of others has and will continue to rob you of sweet moments as lovers. There will be moments where he wonders if he is putting the moves on you at the right time, or if perhaps you’re too busy. Too exhausted from the day’s work.

Giyuu will engage himself in an internal debate if you would like tea with the book you’re reading by the window, snuggled up in a bundle. The time dedicated to sorting through the variety of teas at your disposal, frightened that in some way selecting the wrong flavor would indicate he is no longer an appropriate match for you. Or worse, that he doesn’t care for your preferences.

Send him out for groceries unaccompanied, he will stick to the list you provided loyally at the cost of his own health. Stressed out at the realization you had set out the ingredients with the intent of serving omurice.

Yet, as Giyuu scans the list, he cannot see the request to stop by the grocer and secure the green onions. He’s certain that you were out, and he will stand in front of the grocer unsure of whether to purchase the ingredient. Equally befuddled that he would become the hero who remembered the onions, or if somehow the purchase would insinuate lack of confidence in your skills.

The little old grannies will eventually force the onions on him and shoo him.

Your first night, he didn’t sleep. Not even a wink. He spent the entire night bearing a hole into the ceiling. A shy smile etched upon his lips, heart pounding in his ears. The tender scent of your shampoo tossed in your sleep, the tickle of the strands of your hair against his nose. The coo of your breath against his neck as you snuggle into his chest. He continues to tuck your stray arm under the covers despite how many times you wiggle lose.

Truly, there is no bigger sign of progress in your relationship with the Water Hashira than the moment your belongings passed the threshold, and intermingled with his own. It’s the perfect example of the bond you two have built together. He’s too excited, his heart won’t stop and the fear he may accidentally wake you.

Giyuu as you are more than aware isn’t necessarily one for conversation. It’s not that he wouldn’t partake, it’s more that he just enjoys listening to your voice over meals.

Curled up into the late hours as you divulge everything from the inner workings of your day, your job, or even day dreams. His small inputs here and there will not only wow you, but reassure you that he is always listening to your rambles with a small smile on his face.

you bring such life to his world. he's missed this.

Giyuu wouldn’t be one to bring home something without discussing it with you first, and for the most part, he’s not too likely to complain if you decide to bring a plant home on a whim. I just feel he’s a great plant daddy.

But I can’t imagine him bringing something home too much on a whim, he will have put into great consideration before he dares to bring home matching dinnerware for the two of you. have the cutest little flowers, and a kappa spirit motif.

He’s not going to bring home a stray animal spur of the moment, and will approach you bringing home a pet with great trebudation. Have you seen how animals treat him, he’s nervous. Though the Water Hashira would not outright reject the addition, but he is skeptical.

Mitsuri will have started sneaking little bites of goodies into his pockets to nurture the relationship.

For that matter, I feel like Giyuu as a whole keeps a very minimal home, and wouldn’t be apposed to your decorations regardless of how little or flamoyant. As long as he can continue about his daily tasks, I suspect he’d find great comfort in their presence.

it’s proof he’s no longer alone…

Likely has a preference for nostalgic pieces, especially ones that are rather simple. Naturally gravitates to the concept of kanso. Natural light, plants, and the inclusion of wood elements.

Is the type to be quite ridged about schedules and habits. Every day without fail, he will have the laundry washed and hung at the same time. His sword will be routinely polished at the same time every day. Dishes will be promptly washed after dinner is served. Diverting from his routine often causes stress and a touch of anxiety. For the most part, he’ll be able to argue with himself—such as reminding himself of the importance of duty, or that you surely didn’t mean to leave laundry on the line for so long.

He’s a man of routine

This would also lend itself to dates. While he’s not as big on going out, through Tanjiro’s gentle reminders, he would make a point to take you out every two weeks on the dot, unless you express a desire for more time out. In which case, he’ll adjust to the need.

That being said, he’s a total home body.

Loves spending time at home together. Whether it’s engaging in board games with one another, and cooking dinner together, or if you are performing separate activities. Such as reading a book, sewing, painting, crocheting, whatever your interests may be, he is happy to just be around you will you pursue your joy. He may read a book, train, or even attempt to try out your task if you invite him to do so.

For the most part though, he’s content to just sit in the same room as you without words, listening to your murmurs of focus.

Seizes opportunities to snuggle on the veranda as the rain seizes the light of day, and little frogs hop across the garden enjoying the weather.

Would be the type to wrap a blanket around your shoulders wehtehr you’ve drifted off to sleep by the kotatsu, or if you’re too entranced in work to notice that you’ve grown cold.

Would deliver your lunch to you at work.

Would make a point of eating meals together.

Would stay up faithfully awaiting yoru return home. Probably by the door, and when the hour draws far later than expected he’s anxious. The first hour, he’ll express that you lost track of time. Ran into a friend. The errands ran longer, making excuses after excuses. Like a worried parent.

As time goes on, he’s stressed, no he’s worried. scared.

His mind is running through every scenario. What if you ran into a demon, what if you were kidnapped and sold to the red district. he’s out the door..

Ensures that he asks how your day was every day.

Carries a hudge amount of the mental load.

Remembers that you like a specific scent for your laundry, and makes a point of always utilizing it in the wash.

Always makes sure that bills are paid on time, and the fridge is stocked.

Will work tirelessly to ensure you have everything you need to be happy.

Even if he’s not the breadwinner in the home, he’ll make a point of contributing to the hosuehold very seriously. Strict budgeter.

Makes Saturday morning breakfast after he’s convinced himself to crawl out of bed. takes balancing nutrition very seriously.

Will never take for granted having someone to come home to.

If you can make it pass the initial panic obstacles of living together, you’ll be gifted with a stable, consistent, and happy home. Literally the definition of a warm home to return to, snuggles, and all the fuzzy feels.

The Insect Pillar

Let’s be clear, if Shinobu has made the step to cohabitate with you, then you are more than familiar with her peculiarities. Otherwise, there’s just no way in hell that she would allow you to invade her personal space. Regardless of how romantic or attached she is to you, she worked hard to imbed the best version of herself to you, so taking this next big move in the relationship, you’ve already seen what lies beneath her gentle mask.

You’re already acquainted with her morning breath, groggy snippy remarks at the rise of the sun having spent a late night studying medical texts, how her hair will stick at odd ends, and the bags beneath her eyes that have not been tended to by make up. You are… aware that she is far from perfect, and thus, why she has allowed you to scoot your belongings pass the door. The ultimate sign of not commitment, but vulnerability.

You know she’s still human.

Just as guarded as she is about her own vulnerabilities, I also believe Shinobu wouldn’t allow you to jump into this commitment without the proper thought and time. She’s flattered, and oh she will savor teasing your eagerness to live together, but she’s not jeopardizing the relationship to satisfy a whim. Pressing forward will only happy if she is confident you can handle it her. After all, living together means more exposure to her sassy remarks. Her tongue is a double edge sword, her words can be cute and feisty as they are mysterious and lethal.

Living together, the Insect Pillar would take so much pride in having you in her home. Would openly flaunt her relationship status. A jubilant combination of smugness, and devious. Tormenting anyone who’s thoughts have strayed at her sassy remarks of keeping you up--- she saw the way Mitsuri and Sanemi’s face lit up at the implication, and now, ta ta her love.

she’s hunting. no matter the excuse they make, they’ll fall under her tormenting.

Living with Kocho means a bit of work on your part, and less on hers. For her, hers, well, she’s enamored with you. Thrilled by your brain, how your mind ticks. Your habits, your smile, your frustrations, all of it, so whatever you contribute to the Butterfly Estate, she’s fairly accepting.But, you’ll have to familiarize yourself with her whims. And they are… vast.

Shinobu will never hesitate to bring work home with her, or consider how it will affect you, or those around you. why would she?

Because of this, you’ll often find curious concoctions throughout the home. Mixtures of wisteria, and other anomalies left out without a second thought. I’m just convinced that under her mask, Shinobu tends to be messy by nature.Some days, you’ll open the store house to discover a variety of severed, talking heads. Demons who have been inflicted with varying injections and dosages of her wisteria concoctions.

All for the sake of her research clearly, but you’ll have to volley the notion of a separate storehouse for her… work. seriously who wants to eat leeks that have been close to the decapitated horrors. She doesn’t get it, they didn’t touch, but okay, okay, she’ll get on the construction.

You share a lot of similarities with those test subjects as you’re essentially in a petri dish yourself. Nothing malicious. No, no, rest assured she means no harm in observing you. She really adores you, so much so that she wants to know everything. Everything.

The exact measurements you implicate when you go through your skin routine, why it is you add a touch of sugar to your cooking rice, or why you tuck the end of your fold the way you do when putting away laundry.

While it’s adorable that she’s taking mental notes, I can’t imagine being studied at all aspects of your being will always be… comfortable. imagine waking up to her counting your freckles.

Enact your boundaries. She’ll respect them. but she doesn’t understand why you’re upset.

As I’ve said, Shinobu isn’t the type to care too much about what you bring into the home. Whether on a whim you’ve dragged a stray home, a plant, new wallpaper, whatever it may be, Kocho is for the most part, unbothered. Really, as long as you bare in mind specific things, such as tokens of her older sister are significant to her, you’re free to do whatever you’d like with the home. If anything, she looks forward to seeing what you come up with. Just as, she will welcome any additions to the home you drag home. A cat, ah well, you needed a companion. A plant, it will look lovely in that corner. New wallpaper, oh this color makes your eyes pop. She’s smiten.

you could commit a murder and Shinobu would still take your side. I swear.

I do feel like she would gravitate towards more macabre interior chocies, or perhaps some Victorian inspired pieces. Collecting books in a variety of foreign languages, extra draping for privacy.

For the acceptance she provides you, Shinobu expects the same in return. Again, she is a victim to whims. Just as you’ll find severed demon flesh in unique places, you may also find other samples as well. There will also be days when she may just outright wander the home naked, or other times when she’s spirited away investigating ingredients.

She’ll leave a note with Aoi explaining her absence, but you will never receive a heads up. Nor much of a justification.

She isn’t the type to stay up awaiting your return like Giyuu to be fair, she doesn’t want you to do the same. But, she is the type to leave medical substances around the home, as well as other tokens of affections. Although, it may take some time before you understand a fish head= a gift. I don’t blame you.

You’ll never be bored.

And your home will always be lively.

Similar to Giyuu, the Insect Hashira is rather content to perform her experiments while you indulge in a personal activity. or she’ll just out right watch you. Other times, she’d welcome being invited to attempt the hobby herself, but she’s not likely to do it more than once. Sort of like a check list. Try sewing, check, moving on!. Onto a new pursuit.

Alongside her whims, you’ll find that she has random moments of fancy. Spur of the moment decisions. Some nights, you may find her wandering the garden beneath the moonlight, just because. Other times, she has become convinced, she needs a late night dango. Would you like to accompany her? No? no worries, she’ll bring home your favorite snack.

Because of this, you can expect your dating life to remain… turbulent as they always were. Shinobu is literally the type to pick you up in the middle of a less than significant duty, and kidnap you for a midafternoon tryst. Other times, because her mind often wanders, it could be a while since you’ve had an outing. But, she always, always welcomes the opportunity to explore with you.

I cannot for the life of me justify it--- but I just strongly feel like you should never eat her cooking. It’s cute when she tries, but… just don’t.

In fact, you may have to convince her to eat actual food. She just seems like the type to maintain her life with nutrient supplements, and caffeine. You’ve likely had an argument or two about the importance of an actual meal. Together.

I think as time goes on, living with Shinobu would be a rather enjoyable experience. Especially if you naturally want a little space and independence. SHe would be the type to more than except that... as long as you make room for snuggles in your day.

The woman will punish long bouts of time not spent together with squeezing you inappropriately when you're trying to wash the dishes.

The Flame Hashira

Kyojuro Rengoku | The Flame Hashira

Unlike Shinobu, or Giyuu, he needs no convincing. In fact, he probably approached you with the prospect way before you were ready and had to be shelved. but he brought it up a few more times. not because he’s manipulated, but because, he is just. So. Excited.

He’s waited for this moment for the entirety of your relationship. Like, the second date, he was already considering what your life together would be like. I’m not kidding.

He had dresser drawers cleared and awaiting your clothing, cleared out space on shelves to ensure you could place beloved items within view. He had the home prepped the second you said yes, dragging poor Senjuro with him. the little brother having to remind him that he needs to pace himself.

Kyojuro doesn’t have time to be tired. He’s way too excited. Off to the store! Senjuro is ragged.

Like an overeager child preparing for a trip, the Flame Hashira was quick to scoop everything into heart, and move forward. Snacks, gifts, decorations, oh cannot forget the matching cups. Tiger and dragon. EXCELLENT.

As enthusiastic and wonderful his approach is, he’s more likely to be hit rather hard be the initial relationship struggles. He will push through, but it will leave quite a wound to his heart to know that living together was not as effortless. Kyojuro has always wanted a happy home. like he once had. so being met with the realities of domestic life may rattle him a little.

But he’s dedicated.

He’s committed.

Living together will also provide doors to the depths of his heart that you had not otherwise witness, such as how desperately he longs for a happy home, and family. His eagerness to try everything to be the best partner revealing small pieces of his insecurities, and his desire to be praised. Living together means that you’ll be met with the parts of himself he tries to conceal behind a smile.

A late night in which he curls into bed, detached and lost to the world. Horrified at the loss of a small child he could not save in time. A mizunoto relieved of duty due to their wounds, or retrieving the bodies of those lost in the final selection. His façade is crumbling, and more than anything, he just needs you to hold him.

To feel life between his arms.

Truthfully, I recommend just getting acquainted with taking care of him in general. You will have to nurse colds and flues, brought on giving the haori off his back to a stranger. To be clear, he’s not taking being cared for as easily as you might think, he’ll protest. He doesn’t want to add to your burdens; Rengoku feels strongly that his duty is to carry yours, not add to them. But oh, your cold hand feels heavenly against his forehead… maybe just a moment. like a kitten curled under the kotetsu, he’s a goner.

He also has a habit of working himself to the bone, and you’ll likely find yourself assisting him with the day to day activities, such as bathing after a hefty battle.

You’re doing the cooking. With assistance. It’s not that Kyojuro is a horrific cook, or unwilling to cook in your absence. He may be traditional in a lot of aspects, but he’s affectionate and willing to take part in meals.

In fact, I believe he’s rather experimental, and far too excited at the prospect of gifting you with a meal, that he begins to toss in ingredients regardless of what the contents already exist in the concoction. Nope, nope, you’ll have to take over the majority of cooking if you want something edible. But you’ll still find him at your side, eager to lend a hand.

Actually, this will be the case with the mass majority of home tasks. He’ll love the opportunity to care for you as you do him, so much so that in his enthusiasm, you’ll likely find some tasks not.. completed appropriately. Clothing still bearing blood stains from a tussle, rice not properly cooked through, floors that are smeared, or the garden disheveled. he tried

To his credit, Rengoku grew up in a fairly well cared for family in terms of finances and status. It’s likely that his struggles with home chores, are likely the result of just not having taken too much of the responsibility for the majority of them. I also suspect that he prefers a traditional home in terms of décor. Wall scrolls depicting honor, textbooks over tactics and swords men ship, a room dedicated to a study, separated from a bedroom with two futons laid out. Folding screens, the works.

I think it’s more about the familiarity—it’s the way his mother maintained the home, and like the ghost of her absence remained after passing. No one ever redecorated, and because of this, antique pieces in a way are comforting.

Although I imagine he also keeps the oddest knick knack mixed into the shovel. Whether tokens from grateful rescued, or of your relationship, they’re mixed into his belongings.

Kyojuro enjoys being home, and while he wants a happy home, you will have to understand that he is well dedicated to his duties. As such, you will need to become comfortable in the time you spent apart because it is going to happen. He will never refute his duties. You will have many late nights alone, an empty bed. It’s the burden of being with a Hashira, specifically the Flame Pillar.

He doesn’t expect you to wake up for him. Or leave meals out awaiting his return.

Really, living your life as you are in his absence, quick to intergrade him back into the routine is more than enough for him. Knowing you’re caring for his little brother in his stead, and awaiting his arrival home… he could never ask for more.

But if you should find the time to prepare him a bento in the dead of night for his early departure… he will treasure it. Savor every bite.

He is the type to bring home the most obscure items that made him think of you, and to pick up a bento along the way home. I’ll be honest, he will not reject anything you bring home. He recognizes that you are the primarily person at home. Decorate how you like. You want a rabbit? A dog? A cat? It’s welcome.

To be fair, this is probably because Kyojuro is just as likely to bring home a stray without consideration as to how it may impact the household.

Rather, he just saw a little creature that needed his aide, and so, you’ll awake to a puppy wandering the garden, or a stray child curled up in the guest room with only a small explanation as to how your guest or adopted child came to pass. But... are you really surprised?

would be the type to wear matching pajamas every chance he gets. sir dressed up to go to the Barbie movie, and I cannot promise you he was Ken.

Loves the idea of a garden, and appreciates the effort you put into it, but, Rengoku does not have a green thumb. Plant killer. So, the garden will be more for recreational activities in his book.

The type to get excited about a visiting theater trope, rush home, grab your hand with no explaination, and just run with you.

The opposite of Giyuu, where the Water Hashira hesitates, the Flame Hashira acts. without consideration of reprocussions.

is the type to bring home a boar after training in the mountains whether as a pet or a dinner depends on the day. you're just grateful it's not Inosuke.

Would scoop you up and spin you around while you're hanging laundry, urging you to skip the work for the day, and join him for a game of hide and seek.

I really feel like if you both can get over the initial realities of domestic life, you'll find that life with Kyojuro would be playful, full of laughter, and warm. A messy life that is sweet, and as adorable as returning home to him with chocolate smeared over the counter and his face from a failed batch of chocolate covered strawberries.

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