started idly writing this mihawk & rayleigh fic cuz ive been taken by those mishanks fics where ray basically adopts mihawk, so here's a snippet i find funny lol. happens after mihawk, 11, loses his duel with rayleigh.
"Well, I won, so you're coming with me."
"Of course," Mihawk says haughtily. "I accept my loss, and I keep my word. I will win next time." He goes to take a step forward, toward his sword, and then he promptly collapses face-first onto the ground.
Rayleigh looks at this small, skinny, malnourished, and now thoroughly exhausted child lying in the middle of the road, and thinks, I don't even know what I expected. He sighs, picks Mihawk up and tosses him over one shoulder, briefly looks around and sees the kid apparently didn't bring anything else with him including a sheath and so sticks the kid's sword in his belt beside his own, and then bends down with an old man grunt to pick up his neglected bag of groceries. A quick peek shows him that the five cartons of eggs he bought all seem intact, and he mentally fist pumps.
When he starts walking, he realizes that his glasses have slipped down the bridge of his nose and his hands are too full to fix them. Rayleigh spends the rest of the way back to the Oro Jackson trying to use his occupied shoulders to straighten up his glasses, to no avail.
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Daiki knows he's being stupid. A real idiot for the way he feels.
It's just a piece of fabric, for fuck's sake!
A blue silk robe you bought on your latest trip to China, handcrafted by an old artisan with so much love and talent that you didn't mind spending most of your souvenir budget on it. Something about the little details – the cloud shaped pattern on the cuffs and collar, the deep pockets that keep your hands warm, the flowers and branches embroidered in gold thread – it was too gorgeous not to buy it.
But god, does Daiki hate it. It stems entirely in his unreasonable jealousy for the cloth, his insides burning when he sees how it wraps around your body. The blue silk cord around your waist, holding it together. The way it drapes your shoulders so delicately. The way it clings to your chest, your nipples perking through the fabric.
That should be him. That should be his hands on your waist, holding you tight. That should be his fingers on your shoulders, taking in the softness of your skin. That should be his mouth around your perked nipples, sucking on them till his jaw hurts.
His cock aches in his boxers every night and morning, when you roam around the house in nothing but that blue silk robe, so carelessly doing your thing. Watering your indoor plants, choosing your outfit for the next day, making yourself a cup of hot beverage to warm your insides the same way that godforsaken robe keeps you warm outside. And then you climb in bed, your thighs that Daiki loves so much peeking out of the slit, and you lean towards him, the robe opening just enough to show your bare chest under it.
That's when he loses his mind. He can't take it anymore. He well knows he sounds insane but if Daiki could be anything, he'd be that blue silk robe. Wrapping your body and touching your skin at all times. He grunts, pulling you into a wild kiss as his fingers untie the robe in frustration.
Get out of this thing, cling to me. He's feral, and you're confused. What on Earth is your boyfriend so mad about? He's hovering you, taking the sight of your naked body, the sapphire fabric splayed under you, your hair contrasting with the colour.
Fucking you as the fabric glides under your every squirm. Oh god, you're such a beautiful thing to look at. The shine in your eyes, the sweet songs of your moans. And Daiki's big brown hands, roaming every inch of you, kneading your breasts while he pounds into you with the kind of force that makes your mind go blank. It might be the best sex you've had in a while. And he smiles, a spiteful smirk on his lips as he sees how you cling to him, that cute little voice of yours begging. More, Daiki, more! It might be that, as a personal preference, you'd take your boyfriend's skin against yours over any piece of clothing.
Daiki Aomine: 1. That stupid blue silk robe: 0.
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one of my top 10 twst moments is def in tsum 2 event where rook tsum first sees vil and just. fuckin loses it. bc vil is so pretty. Like HELLO
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pov: your passion for writing is dying out bc of unknown forces and you dk why but want to keep writing but when you force it it's HORRIBLE so you can only write 2 masterpieces per year and then sit there mad and upset that you want to write but your brain doesn't want you to and it won't explain WHY living getting boring without writing :( i did finish those two essays tho those were fun writing pieces but i wanna do creative not historical im gonna go cry in the shower and then hopefully won't come out ever again so i can be in the void until i get my writing motivation back again and come back a changed person maybe. smh living stop being boring challenge fr 🤦🤦🤦
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Positivity meme! | Accepting
I love how much initiative you take to start things! Both by sending ic asks and things, and liking plotting calls and talking ooc! You're super nice and always so open to any plotting ideas I have, even if they're kind of vague. I'm always super happy to write with you!! Not to mention how nice it is to see someone giving Yumeno some much needed attention, with such a wonderful and well thought out portrayal.
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