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My life has gone to shit therefore I’m bringing back the series

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John Price x wife reader series masterlist

Imagine being John Price’s wife.

This series is all about your life as the wife of John Price and a pilot for the British military, each part will be about something new, and you will not need to read each part in order but it is highly recommended. The series isn’t based at any point of time in the COD universe but scenes and characters from COD will be mentioned in certain parts, the main characters will be you (y/f/n) “Butterfly” Price and John Price with the main secondary characters being Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish and Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.

Key Information

You’re a British pilot in the RAF

Your call sign and nickname are Butterfly because you have a butterfly tattoo on your back

She/her pronouns

Married to Price for 5 years at the time of the first part

You are younger than Price (age gap) (unknown number of years)

Parts released once a month

Twelve-part series

Your aesthetic

Part one- Mrs Price?

Part two- All You Need Is Love (Out on 14th February)

Part Three- (Out in March)

Part Four- (Out in April)

Part Five- (Out in May)

Part Six- (Out in June)

Part Seven- (Out in July)

Part Eight- (Out in August)

Part Nine- (Out in September)

Part Ten- (Out in October)

Part Eleven- (Out in November)

Part Twelve- (Out in December)

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Some general info for anyone writing Alejandro and Rodolfo that no one asked for

(from your favorite mexican ofc)

✨swearing and slangs✨

We can hear them throughout the entire game! For example

“A la verga.” This particular swear word, although it is widely used, it’s not something you say around adults or your family. It’s a really, and I cannot stress this enough, bad word! You use it with your friends (mostly men) which is on spot in the game👌🏻

“A huevo.” We love this one, a somewhat neutral and not-so- bad expression to show excitement or agreement! I totally didn’t giggle like an idiot when Ghost said it.

Still don’t wanna use it in front of your grandmother, trust me!

✨culture, traditions, & more✨

•Mexicans LOVE their families, trust me if you ask alejandro or rudy about them you’ll melt their hearts, and hey… mothers are sacred!

•A highly religious country! don’t be surprised if you find holy images, altars and religious art on the streets! It’s a nice touch if you want to describe their surroundings while taking a walk on the street!

side note! It’s SUPER common to see rosaries hanging from the rear view mirrors in the cars! these two probably have one in their vehicles.🌞

•day of the dead (día de muertos): death, we celebrate it. Ask these boys about their beloved ones that already passed away and they’ll most likely tell you about them with a smile on their faces! The whole country is a sight to be hold during this time🌼

•Magic towns (pueblos mágicos)🪅: Just imagine visiting one of them with Alejandro and Rodolfo! Colorful Streets filled with vendors and all sorts of indigenous art, clothing and candies!

Don’t even get me started with the food! You’ll definitely gain some weight with all the food you’d eat!👌🏻😮‍💨

•Cartels: yes I had to, no, I don’t like it! The game is pretty accurate, violence is a big problem but heeey glad you’re here to help us fight right??😎

✨Pet names✨

Some of my favorites (feel free to use them!)

Cariño - Honey

*Nena/Nene - Babe

Amor - Love

*Princesa/Principe - Princess /Prince

*spanish and its gendered forms. You know…

Hope this was helpful! Might do more, we shall see💃🏻

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requesting simon x reader and something soft? 🥺 maybe a bit naughty like the könig snippet (or more). please and thank you ❤

Hello! Thank you for the request! I'd love to write something for you with Simon, especially if it's soft! For this snippet, you are somewhere early in your relationship, hence why Simon is still sort of... awkward. I imagine him very much like 🧍‍♂️. Slight NFSW as requested.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥��𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Summary: You've convinced your boyfriend to let you spoil him with a warm bath. You are very good with your hands, as he comes to find. Keywords: Established relationship—early days, romantic fluff, bath scene, you give him a handjob so slight smut warning! Wordcount: 1205

He is almost afraid to count them all. All the dates he had to cancel. Cold feet or sudden deployment, it doesn’t matter because he feels guilty all the same. One time, he cancelled over text, and he feels bloody stupid thinking back on it now. He felt even stupider back then. 

That’s why he still has a hard time believing he’s not dreaming right now.

Simon’s standing outside the bathroom as you draw a bath. A bath for him. He looks out of place in your bedroom. Motionless as he awaits your return; awaits your permission to enter the bathroom. He didn’t know it took this much time to prepare a bath, much less one in a tub. Aren’t you just supposed to fill the thing with water? Instead, he hears bottles and cabinet doors being opened and closed; he hears your pleasant humming echoed on the tiled walls. 

You, however, give Simon no further time to doubt himself (or your methods) when you reappear in front of him, leading him by the hand into the bathroom. You reassure him that this is the ‘best bath ever drawn’, and you’ve drawn many in your lifetime, so you would know. And he scoffs with faint amusement as you bump your hip against his.

There you stand, hand in hand, in front of a filled tub. Warm water dressed with a tasteful amount of scented bubbles. ‘Filled to perfection’, as you promised. You peer at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction, and you can’t help but smile at the slight furrow of his brows. He’s not sure what to do. 

You pivot to face him, a comforting hand coming up to cup his cheek. Your thumb gently caressing his face. The ‘let me take care of you’ goes unspoken, but he understands, and allows you to help him out of his shirt and boxers. You press butterfly kisses to every inch of his skin as it's exposed to the warm air, and you’re rewarded with a faint rumble of approval from deep within his chest. 

You wordlessly help lower him into the tub.

It’s spacious and spotlessly clean, filled with warm water and a scented soap that uniquely reminds him of you. He finds it lavish and all too luxurious for someone like him—someone who takes 3-minute cold showers; someone who cancelled over text. Someone like Simon. 

You settle behind the tub, wetting your hands in the water before they come to knead the nape of his neck with practised hands. Weary muscles softening with each press of your deft fingers. Slowly, but surely, you feel his body unwind beneath your palms. Your thumbs ghosting over the many scars—old and new—that adorn his body. He looks beautiful despite it all. 

Simon feels guilty for enjoying it. For having your attention. 

He shuts his eyes and lets out a small sigh when you cup water in your hands to massage it into his scalp. By the time his hair is soaked and you start working in the shampoo, he can hardly tell the difference between the warm water and your hands, relaxed as he is. The circular motion of the pads of your fingertips feel like heaven to him, and he feels it all the way to the base of his skull. A numbing, but pleasant, sensation.

“You’re behaving awfully well,” you tease, carefully pouring water onto his hair to wash out the soapy suds. “Not such a bad thing being spoiled now, is it?” He deserves good things, you think. And you've told him as much.

Simon notes the care in which you ensure no water nor soap gets into his eyes. 

“Don’t push it,” he mumbles with half-hearted grouchiness, sounding as if he could doze off any second. He feels your laughter reverberating behind him. You are a haven he never knew he needed, a place of comfort and warmth... and scented baths, apparently.

You procure a prepared washcloth, wetting it before you begin to methodically rub his body. The broad expanse of his back—his torso—down to his waist. You wash his muscular thighs and impressive calves. You’re taking your time exploring your boyfriend's body, and all the reactions you manage to lure from him. The firm caress does wonders to his aching muscles, and the texture of the cloth is soon replaced with your skillful fingers; massaging your way back up until you, once more, settle behind him.  

You pick up the washcloth again and slowly slide it down towards his abdomen. Your hands float beneath the water, caressing his waist, his stomach, and his ribs, before he feels the cloth settle against the inside of his thigh. He hears you swallow a breath.  

“Simon?” you ask, pressing a kiss to the junction between his neck and shoulder. 

He could die a happy man, if the last thing he would hear was his name from your lips. 

His kiss is hot, wet, and entirely possessive. He sieves a breath through his teeth as the cloth rubs gently against and around his most sensitive parts. You’re nothing if not thorough. Your mind slowly unravels as you lazily make out with Simon, and soon the washcloth is left floating in the tub as you rest a hand on his chest, slowly travelling downwards to rest beneath his navel. 

“Simon?” you ask again, your voice quieter and even more inviting than before. 

“Fuck, yes,” he all but moans as his head tilts back to rest against your, now wet, shoulder.

With his assent, your hand roams downwards to the base of his length. He feels hot and heavy in your palm. You take a moment to simply hold him, marvelling at the sheer size of him. You feel him twitch, see his Adam’s apple bob, and slowly you wrap your fingers around his cock. 

You tug him to full hardness, occasionally slipping lower to caress his balls. You pause to simply hold him in your hand again, teasingly thumbing the slit before jerking him off again, faster and faster.

Heat and yearning pools in the pit of his stomach and leaves him light-headed. Shallow breaths merging with the hot steam of the water that surrounds you. “That’s it,” he moans with encouragement, his voice controlled but consumed by want. By need. And the sound is hoarse and delicious to your ears. 

You feel it, his impatience, his need for release, because he bucks into your hand, and you answer every one of his thrusts with a rhythmic, blissful stroking. You bite your lip as he tugs a fistful of your hair. Droplets of water wetting your skin. 

He eventually comes with a curse, sloshing water around as he faintly arch.

Flush-faced, you wordlessly pull the stopper to let the water drain out along with the evidence of his pleasure.

Simon lays in the tub, breathless, and with his head tilted back as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. His nude body in full display, no longer hidden beneath shallow water. 

He grabs your wrist.

“We’re not done quite yet, sweetheart.” 

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his suggestive tone. So what else is there to do but peel off your clothes to join him?

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See No Evil

Pairing: John Price x F!reader

Synopsis: The flowers came every week – Tuesday, two O’clock, two minutes after your break. The only problem was that you knew they weren’t coming from John.

Word Count: 17.5k

Warnings: Stalking, violence, intense gore, blood, abduction, angst, fluff, protective!John, not quite smut, swearing, stereotypical ‘Bad Guy’ character who gets his ass beat, minor character death

A/N: Finished this at 3am so forgive the absolute deterioration of the plot near the end.

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AGE AIN’T NOTHING BUT A NUMBER.

୧ ‧₊˚  ⋅ synopsis: diluc may already be a father but he’s more than willing to be your daddy too.

୧ ‧₊˚  ⋅ request: HIHI!! congrats on 1k!! could i get diluc+prompt 7+dilf!au?

୧ ‧₊˚  ⋅ warnings: dilf!diluc, afab + fem reader, age gap, masturbation (f), vibrator, oral (f), fingering, piv, squirting, yes there’s a daddy kink, all characters are of age, mentions of divorce, klee as diluc’s daughter bc i can’t do ocs for shit, LONG AS HELL WHAT this writer is 17 at the time of posting

୧ ‧₊˚  ⋅ a/n: dilf stands for diluc i love to fuck

you’d be the first to admit that your quaint apartment was far from glamorous.

it had leaky faucets that refused to be fixed despite the dozens of visits from your landlord and incredibly thin walls that made you privy to every conversation within a five mile radius. it certainly wasn’t your first choice but its extremely low rent prices made it your best option. you’d simply have to adapt, attempting to make your living space seem more homely and cozy than it really was. and learn to ignore the creaky floorboards too, of course.

however, it seemed like living in a shitty apartment had its perks – or perk, to be more accurate. it came in the form of your new next door neighbor.

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Feeling extremely like this right now.

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Journey of a Divine Slayer

Chapter 6: Blade go swish

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Note: Things spoken in dialogue that aren’t Japanese will be in italics and thoughts will always be in italics.

Warnings: canon typical violence, gross descriptions of the scene, reader swearing, Eden watching to see if y'all survive.

Word Count: 1.3k

Demon Slayer x Reader; Female Reader.

All of you looked at the demon with terror. It was one thing to eat people, but to eat one group of people because of who their mentor was, that was truly awful and Tanjiro and you were beginning to boil with rage.

You look to Tanjiro and find him furrowing his brows and gritting his teeth, slowly you put your hand on his wrist lightly and keep it there for a couple seconds before slowly moving it back to your side and moving your wrists that the feathers you have hidden in your arm sleeves move to a looser position.

The demon continues with his boasting as you both continue to silently rage at the awful descriptions of what he did to the children that he unfairly sought out.

"Speaking of which, the ones that left me with the most impression was this pair of kids," the demon mutters out loud, "and of those two the kid with the rare hair color was the strongest."

'Sabito,' you thought to yourself sadly.

Tanjiro stood with a unreadable expression as the demon continued with his tangent.

"He had a head covered with pink hair and a scar on one of the corners of his mouth.”

Immediately a mental image of Sabito appeared in Tanjiro’s and yours minds. You could only get more and more upset as the demon looked proud of what he had done to them.

“The other was a little girl wearing flower patterned clothing. Even though she was small and not very powerful, she was quick and light with her movements.”

‘Makomo,’ you and Tanjiro thought.

Tanjiro, however, looked perplexed as he remembered seeing them at Urokodaki’s home. They even trained him to be able to succeed in the first place!

The demon, seemingly not realizing the mounting anger within Tanjiro and the deathly calm surrounding you, despite you being very angry.

“That fox mask is a mark. I remember the style Urokodaki uses when carving the masks. The tengu mask he wears is carved the same way.”

Tanjiro clenches his blade a little tighter at that, while you glare up to the demon through your hair. You send a quick glance to the boy behind you as he takes the hint and starts to slowly make his escape.

“It’s called a 'mask of disaster prevention' or something right? It was because they were wearing it, that they were eaten.”

Tanjiro shakes with anger as the demon proudly boasts of his murders.

“They’re all in my stomach. It’s as if Urokodaki killed them himself.”

You grip your hilt as you seethe with rage as the demon laughs at how he killed your friends.

“How dare you laugh at the pain you’ve caused!” You shout, “you’ve ended innocent lives! Just because of a mask?”

The demon merely continues to laugh as he continues.

“When I said these words, that little girl was so angry, she had tears shining at the corners of her eyes.”

He continues laughing, his hands covering his mouth as he laughs with unfiltered glee., his gaze soon shifts to you.

"Much like there are tears in yours."

Looks of hatred filled your faces. as the demon continued on describing how he dismembered the poor girl. The second he finished his awful boasting, Tanjiro dashed forward and cut and slashed the hands that came to him as he neared the demon.

You jumped back as a hand came near you and ran. jumping from tree to tree to try and evade the hands that continued to come towards you.

"Tanjiro! Don't think about what happened to them! Do you really want their deaths to lead to your own? Live for them!"

You shouted, rearing your hand back and throwing it forward as some of Eden's feathers flew into the demons arm and caused it disintegrate. Tanjiro was momentarily stunned by your words. Getting smacked by the demon and into a tree, rendering him semi-unconscious, you dashed and rolled forward cutting the arms of the demon that got too close to him.

The boy that you both had been protecting runs away, seeing his chance with both of you being occupied. You continue to fight off some hands as Tanjiro slowly stirs awake, his brother yelling for him to wake and fight spurring his alertness.

He wakes just as you look at him, getting momentarily distracted and end up getting smacked into a tree. This sends you into a daze as you skid on your side from the attack, your leg getting scratched up. Tanjiro uses this as a chance to attack the demon and deter it away from you.

He finds himself in a difficult position as you are too delirious to help and finds it difficult to fight this demon as his hands just keep growing back. He notices a strong scent from the ground and jumps just in time to avoid an attack from multiple hands.

The demon takes this chance to send a straightforward attack to Tanjiro, which he deflects with a hit to the hand from his forehead. This leaves the demon defenseless, but confident Tanjiro can't kill him.

Elsewhere in the forest next to Urokodaki's home, two spirit's converse.

"So, Tanjiro and (Y/N) are going to lose after all? Its head is really tough," the youngest of the spirits says with disappointment and sadness in her tone.

The older spirit, sitting on the stone Tanjiro split doesn't respond at first. Seemingly contemplating his response before saying, "Might lose, might win. But there is only one truth right here in front of us, and that is."

He places his palm flat on the split stone, "Tanjiro is the only man that was able to slice open the toughest and hardest rock thus far and that girl..."

Back with Tanjiro and his fight with the hand demon, he yells as he unleashes the First Style: Water Surface Slice, slicing the demons head clean off.

The demon couldn't react as a memory came to him of a time long past of when he first encountered Urokodaki and that style of breathing. At this moment Tanjiro runs to your side to wake you and help you with your injuries while the demon stares on as he helps you up.

"Are you alright?"

Worry etched on his face as you wince at the scratches on your leg that weren't protected by your socks.

"Just a scratch, Tanjiro, I'll be fine."

Youdirect your attention to the deteriorating demon with sad eyes, Tanjiro following you. Even if the demon has killed many other slayers and humans, it is still sad that he was manipulated by Muzan and forced to live the rest of his semi-immortal life locked up here after being caught by Urokodaki. You couldn't imagine how sad he was when first turned, to then turn to this monster with no empathy.

'Why do you have that expression on your faces?'

The demon stares at you both with tears in his eyes, not used to being shown compassion at this point in his long, long life. Especially from demon slayers.

With you now a little patched up, both you and Tanjiro move closer to the demon slowly turning to ash and blowing away with the turning of time. His hand slowly extends out as his mind cries with the memories of a brother he had long forgotten.

Tanjiro is the first to move as he grabs the demon's hand, you slowly make your way to the hand as well, and place one of Eden's feathers in it.

"May you live a better life and find your peace," you say as Tanjiro stares with a sad look on his face, making his own prayer for the demon.

The hand demon passes on, hand in hand with his brother. Hopefully onto a better life where he won't be plagued by the terrors that he faced in this one.

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a welcomed distraction

obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader

word count: 9.8k (i have no idea how)

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral f receiving, mxf intercourse, general sexual content) mentions of death, reader has deceased family so mentions of dead parents/siblings only briefly

a/n: sorry this is fucking LONG i dont even know why because there is hardly a plot but i tried. sorry but reader calls him master kenobi so thats hot? it’s fluff throughout tho bc CMONNNN ITS KENOBI HES SWEET AS. can’t believe the show is ending tomorrow i am so sad. manifest another season! okay bye!!

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“You came all this way for me?” You smile at your former classmate turned Jedi council member, and he is just as gorgeous as you remember him. “I’m honoured.”

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Obi-Wan Kenobi bows slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. It was protocol, now that you had taken your rightful place on the throne of your home planet, but with the history you shared with the man in front of you, you quickly brushed off the gesture and came towards him. Pulling him into you, your arms wrapped around his significantly large frame. The last time you saw him, he was a scrawny padawan training under Qui-Gon, and had that ridiculous braid down his face, but seeing him now, you hadn’t realised how much you actually liked it. 

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Forgot my journal that I meant to bring to therapy, guys this might be my last straw

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I just wanted to say that your series of

Journey of Divine slayer is amazing and I cant wait to see more of it from you

Oh thank you so much! Lately I’ve gotten back into demon slayer and remembered I made this series and that I hadn’t updated it in a while!

I’ve been taking more breaks so I dont burn myself out again! I really appreciate this thank you so much anon😭❤️

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Journey of a Divine Slayer

Chapter 5: What doesn’t kill me makes me slightly woozy, but otherwise fine.

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Note: Things spoken in dialogue that aren’t Japanese will be in italics and thoughts will always be in italics.

Warnings: strong language, canon typical violence

Word Count: 2k

Demon Slayer x Reader; Female Reader.

You and Tanjiro ran far into the mountain and slowed to a walk, keeping your hands on the hilt of your blades in case a demon was spotted. Speaking of demons, aren't two demons supposed to arrive now and argue about eating Tanjiro? Your memory of the manga and anime is impeccable, truly the eighth wonder of the world.

Yet you still can’t remember where you placed your headphones back in your world. You swear they were on your bed but apparently your eyes say otherwise.

It was nighttime and still no demons had showed up yet, you were getting a little worried. Did your arrival change the timeline? That would be concerning since you saving the characters depended on your knowledge of the original timeline. Well this is a pickle.

Yelling soon began as two demons came into your sights.

“Hey! Hey! Get lost! I’m gonna eat these kids!”

“No, you get lost!”

Tanjiro put his arm in front of you with his blade drawn. You frown to yourself, but discreetly get two feathers from your pouch tied to your leg. Internally you were glad the two demons were there, it meant that your arrival hadn't changed the events.

‘Two of them! Out of nowhere! Can I win? Can I keep (y/n) safe?’

‘That tongue is disgusting, put that thing back in your mouth ew ew ew ew-’

The demons continued to bicker as if there weren’t two five course meals in front of them. If you weren’t in shock at actually being in front of demons, you would be offended.

“They’re my meal!”

“Shut up!”

Suddenly they surged forward, crouched lowly as one of them manipulated his body into weapons and the other bared his fangs.

“The one who kills them first gets to eat ‘em!”

“It’s been so long since I tasted human flesh!”

‘Yeah and you’re gonna wait longer ugly ass.’

Tanjiro moved first, breathing in first and used Total Concentration to use his water breathing. Smelling out a thread he could visualize two threads, strung taught and leading right to the center of the two demons necks.

You watched as he moved with grace, you decided that for the plot to advance as smoothly as possible you wouldn't interfere with the bigger kills so he gets his strength growing. He was going to need it after all, he wasn't like you who had training from a literal angel of all things and he didn't know how this would all end.

‘Water Breathing Fourth Form: Striking Tide!’

With quick precision, Tanjiro had moved first and decapitated both demons, their heads falling to the floor in less than half a minute.

He stood still after the bodies fell, shock taking over his system.

‘I did it. I beat two demons. I’ve gotten stronger.’

He closed his eyes as they got watery, he turned his head away from you so you wouldn’t see.

‘All that training worked… I can do this!’

The bodies of the decapitated demons fell to the ground, their clothes crumpling with an audible thump. Despite them being demons, they’ve killed people, done unspeakable things, you couldn’t help but feel bad for them as you knelt down to their garments and folded them before placing them back down.

Tanjiro looked on as you did so, with slight shock at just what happens when he wielded his blade against the demons as well as the compassion you held for the demons.

‘When I use the katana that Urokodaki gave me, even the bones crumple! Rest In Peace.’

He put his hands together in prayer, taking place beside him you did the same to show your respect.

'Even though they've killed people, if their resolve is weak then they'll succumb to the evil that is Muzan. What a terrible existence,' you thought as you made a makeshift grave for the demons and put their garments side by side.

Though you couldn’t see it, from above Eden looked on in their human form, invisible to all, and smiled to themselves at your show of compassion. Truly you were an interesting person.

However, Tanjiro clutched his nose as he took in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling a rotten stench only he could pick up. You couldn't smell that rotten stench though, but you could feel the blood lust and evil. It made you sick and you clutched feathers in your hand as you kept a strong grip on the hilt of your blade.

A scream and the rustling of the bushes were what got you both out of your momentary stupor. A fellow demon slayer ran through the clearing as Tanjiro made eye contact with him.

“There’s a huge, deformed demon back there! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

He continues to run away as the demon gains ground and appears. Coming into view, a large hand thumps on the ground.

What follows after is something that would haunt you.

You knew how grotesque the demon was just animated or in the manga, but to see it in the flesh. The veins were a sickly, almost rotten looking green and had bulged out eyes. It made you sick to your stomach but you refused to throw up.

The demon was covered in hands, said hands sticking out in multiple directions and one of them holding the clearly broken neck of a former demon slayer. Tears entered your eyes before you could stop them.

Before you or Tanjiro could think of what to do, the demons arms came together and propelled themselves forward to make an attempt at grabbing the boy in front of you both. Tanjiro reacted first as he uses the second form in Water Breathing, Water Wheel.

He cuts the arm off the demon and you pull the boy behind you and brandish your blade holding it in front of you both protectively as Tanjiro goes to your side to protect your other side from a possible attack. The demon doesn’t move only staring at you both with a glare, then realizes what masks you’re r both wearing.

“Another of my dear foxes has come!”

Meanwhile, back at the house Makomo couldn’t help but be worried for both of you. Looking up at Sabito, perched on the boulder with his face hidden away by his mask she voiced her concerns over the two of you. If the same demon were there, it could be trouble for both of you after all.

“Sabito… do you think Tanjiro and (Y/N) can really do it?”

Sabito was silent for short time, before answering back quietly.

“I don’t know, but no amount of effort is too much and you know that right?”

They resumed the silence that had taken place in the small clearing and could only hope for the best of their two friends.

Back in the dark forest, the both of you stood protectively in front of the boy as the demon stared harshly at you.

"Tell me fox children, right now, what Meiji Emperor sits upon the throne?"

Tanjiro jolts before responding shakily, "the Imperial family is Taisho!"

A terrible shriek was then let out making all three of you wince and back up further away from the monstrous being in front of you.

"I've been here so long that dynasties have risen and fallen!"

This alarmed Tanjiro and the boy behind you, the demon continued his yelling.

"Again and again! All while I've been trapped here! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Damn Urokodaki!"

He repeated these words as Tanjiro stared blankly at him with furrowed brows.

"You know Urokodaki-san?"

“Oh, I know him! Urokodaki was the one who captured me! I will never forget! It’s been 47 torturous years!”

The demon continued on as the information settled in the minds of the teenagers in front of him. 47 years… it’s insane. That's older than your will to live, granted that is a very thin line you walk.

"Can this idiot please hurry up with his speech so he can be killed and we can move on with our lives?"

You said this with a straight face as Tanjiro looked at you with concern and wonder, he really wanted to learn the language you spoke so you both could have conversations. Maybe another time Tanjiro because right now it looks like the demon is mad at you.

In actuality, yes the demon is mad at you. Despite you speaking in a different language, it understood you as demons have a vast knowledge of languages. One of the "perks" of being a demon you suppose, and he did not take kindly to you calling him an idiot. In a fit of rage he decided to attack you throwing you off guard as you jumped away from Tanjiro and the other boy.

You quickly turned and held your blade as you slashed the hands that came towards you, before getting smacked to a tree a little ways away from the boys. Tanjiro went to help you, but you just waved him off coughing and slowly moving to get your bearings back.

“I’m alright, hear that ugly! I’m all good bitch boy!”

Tanjiro didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.

The demon ignores your rudeness and continues on with his little speech as you prepare yourself for the inevitable fighting.

“Back then he was a demon slayer! In the Edo Period… the Keio Era!”

While this information meant virtually nothing to you, it seemed to mean a lot to the two boys with you as their eyes grew and their pupils shrunk. The boy that Tanjiro and you were protecting shouted first.

“You’re lying! No demon here has been alive that long! Lies!”

Turning back to him you glared at him with a mocking expression on your face.

“‘No demon here has been alive that long!’" You mocked as you made a face at the no-name boy with both of you, "What the fuck does that look like in front of you?! Jesus born in a golden manger Christ? Eat shit and live idiot!”

You responded as you got up shakily from the ground and inhaled before spitting out blood that had entered your mouth.

Tanjiro had never felt such embarrassment, meanwhile the boy shrunk in fear. If the demon didn’t kill him maybe you would. Still the boy continued his yelling.

“They only put demons up here that have eaten two or three people and they get killed during Selection! Plus, the demons eat each other too!”

Hissing you glared at him from your protective stance.

“Lord give me the strength to not clock your shit right now.”

Tanjiro decided to then stand in front of the now most likely traumatized boy to protect him from the demon and from you apparently.

Listen you knew what you signed up for, but damn if you didn't anticipate the worst then how would you survive in this world. How that boy lived long enough to even get to this point, he must have an angel looking after him. You pointedly looked up to where Eden may have been and just gave a look. Eden, though you couldn’t see it, looked away making a face.

The demon continues with his tangent, “As I was saying, I still remain alive in this prison of wisteria. I’ve eaten a total of fifty small kids.”

You would yell out pervert, but since you didn't feel like getting bitch slapped again you decided not to.

Tanjiro goes blank from that, everything begins to fade from him as the demon continues muttering.

He begins to think back to a conversation that he was having with Urokodaki when his hair was first starting to grow longer.

'The number of humans a demon eats determines how powerful a demon is. Demons increase their strength by eating humans.'

"Tanjiro! Tanjiro! Damnit pay attention!"

“-elve, thirteen, and then fourteen and fifteen!”

Tanjiro snaps out of whatever trance he was in as he comes back and yells out, “what are you talking about?!”

You look at the demon as it says the words that will soon set of Tanjiro.

The demon looks Tanjiro in the eye as he says the next sentence.

"I'm counting the number of Urokodaki's apprentices I've swallowed. I've decided to kill all of his apprentices."

[milkttea]

¿for what things do you write and for what things do you not write?

This is a good question! Thank you for requesting!

So I actually posted about this on my About Me post that’s since been deleted since I wasn’t happy with how it looked akdkentahd

I will write for anything you want me to!

-Fluff, angst, nsfw, whatever you want.

Except for what’s listed below!

Things I will not write for:

- non-platonic anything for any minors of any show or fandom (I am an adult, anything written that is suggestive or nsfw with them was when I was a minor)

- Non-con

- (TW) Rape, I refuse it disgusts me

- Sibling x Sibling

- Any family member x family member

- x OC, kind of takes away from the whole inserting yourself into fiction thing

Basically anything without consent, consent is very sexc y’all

[milkttea]

Hi it’s the person who’s always in your inbox. 😂 I hope you’re doing okay! 💖

Um... I actually just came out as demisexual a few days ago so yay!!💜🤍🖤

Um.. what do you think it would be like if Aizawa and your favorite mha character had a demisexual s/o? 😗😌

Logan my beloved!!!! I am doing well and I’m so happy for you💜🤍🖤‼️‼️

This is a lovely ask thank you so much for requesting this!

Aizawa

I believe that he would completely understand what you mean and that everything would be as it normally is. If anything, he would probably give you such a big hug and celebrate you coming and telling him with your favorite meal and a night in.

He would be completely accepting and really honored that you love him so much, because he truly loves you and cherishes you as an individual and as a lover. I personally think that Aizawa would be somewhere on the demisexual spectrum. He seems to be the kind of person that really values personal relationships over sexual or romantic relationships and getting those two is just a very nifty bonus.

All in all, I think he has no extreme reaction other than happiness and being proud of you and glad that you were comfortable with him to tell him this.

FatGum

I think for him he would be a little confused because one of his kids (aka Kirishima and Tamaki) were talking about sexualities and it was a lot for him to take in all at once because we all know Kirishima can talk like no one's business.

It would take a little bit of explaining for him to really understand what demisexual means, his brain just needs to take some time to take in the information.

But he would be so happy that you told him! He would engulf you in a giant hug and just talk really fast at how proud he is of you!

He would absolutely take you out to celebrate with a giant meal or with a nice homemade meal that consists of your favorites and just really take the time to be with you because he wants to be with you no matter what way it is.

[milkttea]

Big Mouth

Adrian Chase x AFAB! Reader

Summary: You start to catch weird feelings for a boy you've been flirting with and being unable to identify those feelings, your mouth acts before your brain could properly process the situation you were dealing with.

wc:v3.25k

.minors dni, smut, hate to love-ish, reader embarrassing herself, reader being emotionally stunted (AT LEAST one character always has to be 🥴), p in v, reader’s a bit of a whore but aren’t we all, whore catches feelings trope.

Sometimes you wish your mind worked as fast as your mouth. Because a lot of times it's hard to go back in what you said. You have some bit of pride, after all… Okay maybe more than a bit of pride.

This whole era of your life is some hiccup. You’re beginning to realize it. You cant really — genuinely, you cant believe you didn’t pull yourself out of this hole earlier. Now, it… well this particular situation was unfixable. You’re pretty sure of it. But you still feel stupid.

You don’t want to feel this stupid again. You figure you’ll change yourself later but it’ll be okay to keep up this front with the man that you unintentionally lost before you even had a chance with. After all, being an asshole is one thing but being an asshole and then trying to apologize? That's just embarrassing.

So what makes you an asshole? Well...

You had been on a streak of mindless hookups — adventures with no emotional connection. Sometimes if you were lucky, there’d be a nice air of banter between the two if you, which was what you briefly found in Vigilante. Notice you didn’t say Adrian Chase. You never really got to know Adrian Chase. He was more “Vigilante” to you than anything at the time when you were still pursuing him.

You flirted with him. You… Oh you cant even think of it without cringing a little. Your advances were reciprocated so each time you talked, the flirting would escalate a little. It’s important to distinguish the fact that there wasn’t many opportunities for that escalation before your first meeting with Adrian Chase, but in that small interval of time, knowing Vigilante and not Adrian, you remember one flirtation vividly. You distinctly recall taking the back of his neck in your hand to pull him closer to you, torsos pressed against each other. And you talked to him with his masked lips barely touching yours. You remember his deep, hesitant breaths but the overall confidence that allowed him to drape one arm across your waist and respond to your coy teasing.

You remember humming and lightly flicking out your tongue to brush the outline of his lips. “Poor baby boy, would a kiss make your piggly iggly wigglies feel better?”

“I…” You stared up at him while he was evidently trying to formulate an answer. And in that voice — that voice that was so ironically innocent sounding... The voice that spewed crude jokes and words (usually surrounding the topic of genitals) somehow sounded so bright and childish all the time.

The sound of wonder in his tone made him seem wilder — more exciting. You were surrounded by such limp dicks all day, always talking about the "next course of action" or logistics. There weren't many people that truly let themselves get lost in their minds the way he does. He's so imaginative... So... You tried not to let yourself get too carried away in analysis. He was hot and a little aloof. You liked that.

“I think I need more than a kiss to make me feel better about my pinkie toe.” He finally said.

You raised your brows and started to tilt your head, letting your nose trace the jawline of his suit, no doubt sending chills up his back. “Oh? Like what?”

“Well..." You started in that tone, which indicated he was about to say something completely unrelated to your flirting. You cocked your head slightly, a little excited to see what he'd come up with this time. "I’d assume I could get some cool replacement pinkie that works the same as my old one. Then I could be kind of like the wolverine. Or Kickass. Invincible pinky. That sounds like something that would exist.”

You hummed, giggled a little, and bit his neck through the fabric. “And?” His ass hit the desk behind him and you pressed yourself against him further.

“Oh, fuck and also a blowjob I… I’m thinking about that now.”

“Okay stop fucking on the counter. Dye beard might blow a load or something just by watching.” Chris interrupted.

You huffed a little laugh and backed off. You loved this process — the chase and the sexiness of it. You knew you possessed qualities that made men desire you. You knew the effect you have on guys like vigilante. You loved feeling the passion explode once you finally let them inside you — when you tell them you belong to them even when you have no intention of extending that warrantee out more than the span of 6 hours (that was your record).

Meathead jocks like Vigilante were your favorite to go for. They made you feel hot and they never make you want more because — well… what more is there to want?

That was your thought until you first saw him outside of the suit. He was… well... You suppose he’s your type. He was cute — really cute, in a way that gave you this inexplicable urge to tug on his hair and pull his lips down to yours and wrap your legs around his waist. He was also cute in a way that made you want to hold his head between your breasts as he slept and give him scratches on his head. He was cute in the way where you want to envelop him. In the way where you want to feel his cheek fill your hand and feel him nuzzle into you like you’re the greatest comfort and relief in the world.

That was… that was all because he was cute — another physical, non emotional attribute that made you desire him in a purely physical way. There were no personality indicators that gave you those feelings. This is why you like letting your pussy think for you. You get to feel the effects of love without having to worry about the term itself.

Vig— Adrian had started to develop a habit of looking at you for approval of his jokes and comments after saying them. And though you’d usually already be looking at him already, you found it much more tiring to look at him than it was before. Maybe it was the mask — he looked more mysterious in it and you could let your imagination run wild. Now he’s just this… really pretty guy. And don’t misconstrue — you love pretty boys. You just… don’t ask why. You just don’t really want to engage.

He approached you after the meeting concluded that day. His eyes were big and confused and the frame of his glasses only served to emphasize their size. You recall a sour twisting in your chest that you misconstrued as an eagerness to get out of this situation and to get out of talking to him. Looking at his face, what you were feeling was… well, looking back you'd say it was probably lust and something more.

Those big eyes… you wanted to fuck him and see those big eyes stare up at you. You needed it. You wonder if he’d keep those adorable glasses on for you while you rode him.

“I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself, Miss.”

You stared at him briefly and inhaled a shuddery, unstable breath. There was that innocent quality to his voice. There were those big sweet eyes. You were feeling a lot right now. Your mind felt foggier than it should be when talking to him. He’s still the same meathead as before! You knew he’d be handsome... so what's bugging you so much about him?

Is it the fact that he’s into dungeons and dragons, probably the least sexy, least Vigilante hobby on earth? Or is it because that actually turns you on even more… in a different way. In a warmer way. Fuck, you cant pin this feeling down. You cant…

You think it turns you on to think of him playing dungeons and dragons.

That’s fucking stupid though and who on the fucking face of the earth has ever said dungeons and shitting dragons has ever turned them on?

You bet he likes to play dungeon master. He seems like the type to enjoy the creative freedom and leadership of it. You bet he’d come up with the craziest ideas, maintaining some humor in the situations he places the characters in. You bet it’d be a fucking blast. You don’t even really know how to play, only having heard of it… and done some research on it… But god, you were starting to get this weird feeling pushing you to ask him to teach you.

“I’m Adrian.”

“Yeah, Uh. I was there when John looked you up. Nice mugshot by the way.” You responded curtly.

You’re not sure you’d get that image out of your head. He’s really turning out to be such a…. a dork. A loser. He’s a dorky fucking nerd geek loser. That fucking smirk on the mugshot…

It... makes you wanna giggle. You think it might be funny to keep a small version of that in your wallet.

But you keep the mask — the air of not wanting to talk to him. Because you don't want to talk to him. It’s giving you this weird, very uncomfortable, feeling you’d rather not acknowledge.

You stared at him, waiting for a response and your eyebrows were raised in an amused, almost intimidating fashion. Adrian was beginning to feel different as well. The dynamic between you was… it tense. Not the same as before. You used to fool around with him and tease him. You used to touch him and try to provoke his most primal desires. It made him feel hot. Now you were evidently not into him anymore.

“Maybe you could tell me your first name now?”

You muttered it and turned to mindlessly rearrange some files on your desk.

“That’s a really pretty name.”

“Look,” You interrupted, “this has been fun and all, but— ” Here it comes. You blame him really. You blame him for making you confused. That’s the real reason you said what you said — not because you meant it but because he confused you. He tricked you. He lead you to believe this would be some kind of fling and then he had to be a little too cute, a little too funny — just a touch too kind to you. He had to make you develop this little meaningless crush. That’s why “—but I don’t fuck nerds.”

God, okay. Yes, you understand how bad it sounds. Seeing it in writing versus just thinking about it is very different. It looks childish. It is childish. Why did you have to be so childish?

You hate yourself even more when you remember that defeated look that flashed across his face for a couple seconds. He just looked so... Ugh. Your heart started to pick up speed. You realized in that moment you were starting to catch feelings for him. You realized that your heart was beating because you just upset him and you know you upset him -- you know you're the reason that little frown popped up on his face for those couple of seconds and — fucking christ — you're more upset about it than you should be, considering he's a "nerd" and you "don't fuck nerds."

So you walked away. And you didn't exchange a single word with him for the rest of the day. Every time you saw him, your heart sank, remembering that stupid thing you said.

Technically it wasn't a false statement, you lament to yourself. You tend to go after bigger guys that have nothing going on for them other than their hot body. You tend to go for men who lack any substance because they're simpler. You don't "fuck" cute guys that look forward to Fargo reruns on the weekend or guys that would hold you close to their chest and engage in geek debates after the aforementioned "fuck." It's just never what you look for in a simple fuck.

You most certainly didn't do deep dives into little hints of men's personalities to form these little fantasies in your head either. God, you're so stupid. You don't go after nerds like Adrian because they're... they're your type. And— and you like him so much, now that you’ve realized your true feelings. Too bad he probably hates you now.

For the rest of the operation you were counting down the days until you didn’t have to see him anymore. You knew he was as well. He avoided you like the plague. And when he wasn’t ignoring you, he was retorting in his childish manner to any snarky comments you may have made to the general group (foot stomping and all). It was safe to say you were both excited to not have to work together again.

That is… until you realized that was the opposite of what you wanted.

Fuck.

It feels… like you’re always confused. It’s like you don't ever know what you truly want. You want to be away from Adrian. And then you get away. And now you’re standing outside of Fennel Fields, unsure of how or why you ended up here. No, this time you know why. You know its because you cant keep yourself away. You know that “oh, I’ll weigh my options on the way over here” really means “I’ve decided I want to talk to him and I’ll lie to myself and say I haven’t decided yet. That way I can confront the dread when I’ve already parked in the lot.”

Now here you are. And the dread is currently being confronted. You pause a few times in your tracks on the way to the door, considering turning around. But eventually you make eye contact with one of the servers and you know you cant walk away now. That would look fucking weird.

You walk into the diner with a faux confident smile and politely ask for a table for one, then you sit down, somewhere hopefully out of Adrian’s range. You don’t know what tables he manages.

You feel like a fucking high schooler — scratch that, middle schooler. You’ve sunk to a new low — staking out your crush in the place he works but being too shy to actually want to talk to him. Flirting sure is easier when you don’t actually like the guy.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Adrian asked, brows furrowed and looking down at you. He set his little water pitcher on the table, forgetting his job, and he stared at you with those big confused eyes of his. Green. And you think the Fennel Fields cap with the glasses serve to make him all the more cuter than he already was.

“Lunch — Dinner. I mean dinner.” You responded. Semi-smoothly, you’d like to think. “Uhh, Chris said the place you work is pretty good. I asked him what place. He said Fennel Fields. I said ‘Oh great I love Italian.’ And now I’m here.”

“That’s a lie — Chris wouldn't remember where I work! Plus, he told Harcourt he wanted a better dinner meeting place the next time they have a covert meeting because he thought the zoodles were done too thick, but it’s really hard to make them thin so I was trying to explain that to him and that was a whole thing..." He rambled. He had such an expressive voice and face. It made him really fun to watch. "Are you spying on me?”

You bit your lip, feeling another bout of dread explode in your chest. It seemed like you were unable to be chill in his presence. Your default setting was "chill," in which case you’d usually be playful and flirty. Now you were just scared and insecure that the volume of Adrians voice would catch the attention of others in the restaurant and you really did not need that when you were already feeling too vulnerable for your liking.

“Can we talk outside?”

“If you were a better stalker, you’d have taken better notes and you’d know my break isnt until ten-o-clock. It’s nine fifty-six. That’s a no-go.”

“Adrian.” You hissed.

“I’m not getting fired just to talk to you. You may be really hot and scary, but so is Harcourt and I don't do everything she says. Plus, she’s hotter and scarier than you because she’s not as mean.”

“How does that make her scarier?”

“It just does, okay?

“Can you just sacrifice ten minutes to talk? I’m… I’m sorry for being rude to you that one time.”

“It wasn’t just one time?” He furrowed his brows. Your heart dropped with his voice. “After that you never talked to me again.”

You didn’t know what to say to that.

That was probably the most serious you’d ever heard him speak. Something is off when the resident “weirdo” stops being weird even for just a moment. It’s like after you said… well the thing. And you noticed his cartoonishly happy demeanor shifted for a couple seconds to a more human but less happy face. It tripped you up. It made you feel bad... and it just happened again for the second time. You must be the worst person ever.

“I get it if you stopped being interested in me because of the mask but…” He left the sentence hanging, taking the pitcher. of water off your table before walking away without another word. You cant believe what a fucking bitch you are.

Should you run after him? You figure not, but then you realize it’s 9:58 pm and Adrian is about to go on his break. After little contemplation, you walked out the restaurant and rounded out to the back.

Sure enough you were met with Adrian’s glummer-than-usual presence. “Hey…”

You were getting the sense that your being there was still quite unwelcome and you attributed it to the fact that you may have embarrassed him more than he let on with your words.

“Adrian, I don’t really know why I came here but now that I’m here, I really wanted you to know I’m sorry. I… my words were… unprompted. Harsh.”

“It’s no biggie!“ He proclaimed, a little too loudly. “What gives you the impression I was looking for an apology? Here’s an impression: I’m not in need of an apology. Or even an acknowledgement!” He was yelling now, mostly, it seemed, to himself as he wasn’t even looking at you.

“I wanted to acknowledge it. It was not very cool of me to shut you down like that.” You took a deep breath after saying it, taking a couple of steps toward him. How do you communicate to him properly… the fact that you simultaneously want to hold him and have him fuck you against the alley right now. Fuck, you need to get yourself together if you’re gonna do this right, meaning you’re gonna have to… not objectify him for one second.

Adrian is a human being. You hurt this human being a week ago. Now is your time to rectify that.

“I can’t even express to you how sorry I am. I want you to know…” You stepped closer and looked up into his confused green eyes with purpose. “Sometimes I open my mouth and say the first thing that comes to mind. That doesn’t always mean it’s the most true thing. Sometimes theres another reason — like it’s the most optimal thing i can say to protect myself… or more often, my ego. I— th-this is all to say I didn’t mean it... I don’t mean a lot of the things I say because I think it takes me a really long time to realize how I actually feel about certain things—” You were beginning to ramble. You were beginning to sound like Adebayo. God, How have you been reduced to such a sputtering mess? “I-I don’t — I don't really know. I cant explain why I said what I said in a way that won’t make you hate me anymore and for a while I was thinking okay— Whatever. So what if Adrian hates me? It’s just a little crush that’ll go away but then I kept thinking about it and tonight I ended up here and I—”

“Wait go back.” Adrian stopped you, lips slowly turning up in some happy realization. “What did you say?”

Your heart began to pick up, realizing your mistake. But you tried your best not to let it show on your face. doing you best to feign confusion, you asked “What? Ohhh. I said ‘crush’ as in like a platonic crush. Like sometimes you look at someone and you feel like you want to fuck him but I looked at you and thought…” You scanned his face, still smiling at you with a devious little developing smirk. “Stop. I looked at you and I thought—” You paused and swallowed a lump in your throat. “You know like… Little brother energy. I wanna be friends with him. Platonic crush is what I meant to say.”

“Oh really?” He asked exaggeratedly.

You nodded, glancing at his lips, which seemed a lot closer.

“You’re very nervous. Trust me I can’t read many emotions but I know what a nervous person looks like. And you look like a teen caught spray-paint-handed.”

His hand landed on your lower back and your breath hitched against the touch. You licked your lips, eyes flicking between his eyes and mouth. You noticed his eyes on your mouth too. You could feel this kind of panic building where you desperately wanted to say something but just this one time, but managed to push that feeling down. It’s no time to be self destructive right now.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked.

Adrian dropped you from his arm and stepped away with a horrified look. “That’s disgusting!”

“What?!”

“You’d kiss your brother?”

“No, Adrian—”

“Look, You’re hot but honestly that crosses a line that I’d never—”

You marched up, grabbed his cheeks and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. It was the most innocent you could manage and honestly made you more flustered than you’d ever imagine. Here you were — a woman that has a body count rivaling Peacemaker's… a woman who isn’t shy about anything and divulges her sexual preferences for the fun of discussion… and you're flustered by a little kiss.

“It wasn’t a platonic crush.” You admitted, feeling far too middle school — just far far too childish. “I… I told you I don’t fuck nerds because I didn’t expect vigilante to be… Well you. I thought oh, Peacemaker’s a hot asshole. So his probably equally dumb, probably equally attractive friend must be another one of those types of guys. But you ended up being… well...” You paused, feeling too hot under his confused gaze. Your stomach dropped and you weren’t sure if it was a good drop or a bad drop. “You’re cute and you’re a nerd. And you’re sweet and you care about people — you claim not to have emotions but I can tell. You have a contagious looking smile. You’re… Not what I expected.”

“Do you love me?”

Your eyes shot open and your mouth formed a gape. A incredulous sound escaped you and you laughed nervously soon after. “I don’t… know?! I don’t know what love is. Like… I care a lot, obviously.”

“I can’t believe you’re in love with me.” He murmured in awe, despite your protest.

“Uh—” You interrupted but he kept going.

“You just kind of made it seem like you were disgusted by me, which wouldn't be the first time a pretty girl was... But, you literally just told me you're in love with me.”

"I never said that."

"You heavily implied it."

"When?" You asked incredulously.

"You tell me." He shot back, smiling widely.

You furrowed your brows heavily and shook your head, scrapping that side of the conversation. "The point is not whether I'm in love with you or not or if i have a crush on you or not."

"No... but you do."

"Fine."

His face lit up with a cocky smirk and he leaned in to you. "Really? You love me?"

You squirmed as he took your waist in his. "Mmm....Fine."

"Fine? Or yes?"

"Fine."

He pouted and leaned in to kiss your cheek. You felt yourself falling into the same rhythm you built up with Vigilante before you knew Adrian. But it was a little different... for a variety of reasons. The most obvious being you felt more flustered and... so, so enamored by him.

You whined to yourself and he chuckled at your change in demeanor — more submissive, letting down your guard. You allowed yourself to be in awe of him.

"Does that kiss change your mind at all?"

"Fine."

"How about this?" He kissed the corner of your lips and you stared up at him with pleading but hesitant eyes. You shook your head, testing the waters.

He leaned down one final time and captured your lips in his.

You opened your mouth, talking against his kisses. "Think I need more convincing."

Adrian wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight against him and that made your tummy do a flip. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, pulling him in even closer and a light moan escaped you.

"You're fucking hot... so hot."

With nothing more than a short whine, you allowed him to press your body against the wall and feel you up. His lips never left your lips, your cheek, your jaw, or your chin... always connected to you somehow. Likewise, his hands were always feeling you in some way. You surrendered yourself to him.

His thigh slotted between your legs and you clenched around it. "Adrian..."

Adrian hummed in your ear, rocking his hips against your stomach. You could hardly believe yourself. You couldn't have imagined the night would truly end like this. Sure, you had your fantasies and wishes... but reality had a tendency to disappoint you. This was... the opposite of disappointing.

Your heart felt like it was waiting for a failure. Every second he continued to kiss you, your heart would beat faster, nervous that something would stop this — take away this great feeling. Maybe Adrian would realize he didn't want you. Maybe he'd reveal he only ever humored this to get back at you and he wanted you to feel the rejection you gave him. Maybe this was all for nothing anyway because eventually everyone would die and this small, insignificant moment would never make an impact on the world as a whole.

But Adrian licked your bottom lip and all you could do was whine and grant him access to your mouth. You let him pin your wrists to the wall. You let him explore your mouth. You breathed him in, soaked his essence into your own soul. You fucked yourself on his leg. "I'm so horny," You said, breathlessly.

"I can tell." He responded simply, pushing your breasts together so he'd have something to pepper kisses onto. You moaned and extended your neck to give him better access. His hair smelled so good.

"Are... are you gonna fuck me?"

"No." Adrian answered and you whined. Somehow you knew that'd be the answer but it wasn't the answer you wanted. "Not here," he continued.

You perked up at that.

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Your legs had a hard time keeping you stable while he thrusted into you. Your arms had already given out and you were being held up, practically just by his hands gripping your hips. "A..." You couldn't even keep it together enough to moan his name sexily. All that you could think of was pleasing him.

Especially with the wet noises of your pussy and the sound of his skin slapping against your ass... You moaned as loud as you wanted to. Everything about this made it so obvious how fucking gone you were... all for him.

"You really like this, don't you?" He breathed, hands leaving your hips.

You started to sink down further with each of this thrusts, too far gone to even stay on your knees.

Adrian pushed his arms under your body, lifting you and adjusting your bodies so you could lay down on the bed. He spread your legs just enough so he could just about put his cock in you. You hugged his cock tight. So fucking tight.

"Come on, answer me..."

"Yeah, I love... Ahhhh" You moaned, rolling your hips absentmindedly.

"Such a good pussy..."

"Your pussy," You whispered gripping the sheets beneath you. In this new position, his legs were touching yours. You felt his thighs flex against legs with each thrust and his balls press into your legs as he tried to burrow deep. His chest radiated warmth onto your back. He was so close. He was so close to you. You just couldn't stop thinking about how close his body was to yours. You couldn't stop thinking about it and sinking further into your cloud of mindless arousal. "Adrian... Adrian's pussy."

He choked on his own moans and moved your hair to the side to kiss your back. You whimpered in response. "This isn't real..." he murmured and you reached back to grip his thigh in response, trying to let him know just how real this was.

A week ago, you told him you'd never fuck him and now you were here, willingly putting yourself in such a degrading, desperate position. It was evidently a good choice — he was being such a sweetheart about it, muttering in your ear that he'd take care of you, telling you he was gonna make you cum on his cock in the gentlest of tones. You could only whine in response, sometimes beg for him to fuck his cum into you.

Not once did he make you feel ridiculous or mean, at least not when he was in you. He didn't remind you of your words or how quickly you turned back on them. "You're so beautiful" tumbled out a couple times, probably because he felt that you were deeply in love with him.

And in truth, you didn't know if you could rule out that possibility completely. You... loved these feelings he was giving you. You loved how gentle his caresses are and how addicting his cock feels. You love his voice and his humor. You love his face. You love everything about him. Do you love him? You very much could.

You felt him spread your ass cheeks wider and thrust into you with greater speed. "Fuck, cum all over me, please. Squeeze my dick tight."

You clenched down softly, fluttering around his length through his persistent thrusts. You couldn't manage much besides soft groans and whimpers as he pumped you full of his release. You couldn't pull your wits back to your head and you couldn't stop bucking your hips against him until the tingling in your legs had slowly faded and Adrian had already pulled you against his chest, rolling onto your sides. You didn't feel the contentedness of being with him until you were wrapped in his body, falling asleep with wetness in between your legs and and foreign, but welcome feeling of finally belonging to someone.

You loved to belong to him — to be vulnerable with him. It simply felt right. You're happy you realized when you did.

[milkttea]

Lmao hey everyone if this account is still alive, I’m back on my bullshit and demon slayer is making me get the feels so here we are

[milkttea]

No but now I'm obsessing over the thought of kissing Nanami passionately like his lips are surprisingly soft and his kisses are firm but gentle, barely parting his lips to dip his tongue into your mouth, giving teasing licks until you're squirming for more and pull him down by his tie to kiss him harder and he lets out the sexiest groan that you can feel deep in his chest and his hand finds your lower back, ghosting against you, his large finger dragging up your spine and making you shiver as you instinctively get closer and oh god im gonna cream myself—