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[willowed-wisp]

the traitor [ simon ‘ghost’ riley ]

It wasn’t your finest hour. Especially since you knew everything that was to come. Roaming in the dark, hoping neither side found you- especially HIM.

Your steps fleeting and feathered, breathing subtle and trained. This was what you were renowned for. A hand around your throat, “You’re lucky my hand ain’t a noose…” Unfortunately he could give you a run for your money. “Cat got your tongue, love…” Nestled against his chest, blocked by ammunition and body armour. How many times had you been in that position fully bare and swollen around him? Too many times than you would care to admit.

How the tables had turned from nights of pleasant fuckery… now it felt like you both had been fucked over, “How long have you known?” His grip bent, indenting your neck.

“Simon, I- ,” He lost his mind.

Flicking you around with one hand and catching in both, “I don’t wanna hear fuckin’ it… how long have you known?” You wish that you could turn back time, to when his apprehension was amusement and when his eyes weren’t filled with resent.

You didn’t resist him, “Shepherd threatened my family, Simon…”

Pressing the metal blade against your neck, “Comes with the job… how long?” You didn’t flinch at him, staring straight at the betrayal lingering in the murkiness.

“Three months, I should have told you…” His masked face directly before yours, how many times had he been like that without the damned thing… too many occurrences for you to count. His hands would mark the places his lips would smother, his lips usually planted on where you’d be screaming from.

Neither of you recounted how you ended up in that precarious state the first time, six rounds later in the morning. Dotted abrasions waved across your body, and your pussy more than sore.

How far you pair had fallen… “How did it come to this?” A weapon against your throat and death sentence awaited you, voicing your thoughts to the man that held the knife. “How did it come to THIS?” Tears straying down your mucky cheeks, only for his gloved hand to swipe over it.

That was the Simon you’d fallen in love with against better judgement, “You’re gonna tell us everything, got that? We’ll keep your family safe…”

“That’s a promise you can’t keep, Lt. Riley…”

“If I can’t keep a promise to you, then what good am I?” Sweeping away the tears, “I’ve gotta go get Johnny… could use an extra eye as long as you don’t shoot me in the back…”

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could we get a sanemi x f!reader drabble but sanemi’s actually really soft and caring during their intimate moments? he seems like such a softdom to me

careless [ sanemi shinazugawa ]

I hope this fits the requests- I did my best 🩷

You’d barely gotten out alive, and that’s what crazed him. So there you stood, at one end of the training area while he was at the opposite. Shadow cast around him, every part of him shaking. It left your chest hollow, “You nearly died…” A blink, now only a breath away- carved out chest slightly higher than yours.

You expect a riot, but all you feel is comfort. Arms enveloping your body, tears in your necks. Your fingers traced the locks of snow, eyes welled at the sheer thought of being separated from Sanemi Shinazugawa in any lifetime. “Let’s go to mine…” A murmur against your brow as a calloused hand fitted against yours.

As the sun cast its last ray, his lips trickled down from neck to navel like a warm embrace. Paying mind to new wounds that would likely scar. He’d spend hours cherishing that skin, marks left in obvious spots and some only he got the pleasure of seeing. Mouth fitted against yours, hands angling your head to dig deeper- not getting enough of how you tasted against his tongue.

Sanemi treated you like a porcelain doll, unlike how he had been thus far. “Why are you being so gentle?” Lilac eyes stared at you with such peace.

Hand slipping into yours, as his cock its made home. Sanemi consumed your honeysuckle moan, “You’re more than a quick fuck…” You’d thought he’d disappeared entirely- but there was the brash side. Only in his words, his pace was silk- much more passive and smooth than jagged thrusts for release. Wayward wisps of moonlight brushed your face.

That night it was a cloudscape, like you were floating on air. You had almost perished at the hands of a Lower Moon, but you hadn’t. In the gentle caress of Sanemi Shinazugawa, and who could ignore that fact- still using his name as a profanity as that ache built, hands holding his face.

Watching you come undone, as you did him. From then on, you knew the difference between being fucked and being made love to.

“After nearly losing you, I realised I can’t treat the woman I love so carelessly…”

He’d never said that word before, and you didn’t dwell. Head rested on his broad chest, “I love you, too, Sanemi…”

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NSFW alphabet [ giyu tomioka ]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s very touchy feely after sex, it’s rare for you to get peace alone. Giyu just holds you in his arms, remembering how you felt- warmth, plushness for an eternity. He swears that it would be the final thought before succumbing to death. Whenever that would be.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ON HIMSELF: He isn’t an egotistical guy, barely looks in the mirror- doesn’t know what one really is if he’s being honest. His body is essentially ‘just a weapon’ to destroy the demon scourge.

ON YOU: Your lips, whether it’s watching you talk or hungrily devouring them… your lips are his getaway from reality and the void in his head. He’s also partial to your hands, they’re so soft compared to his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t have a preference, doesn’t feel the absolute need to fill you up and doesn’t mind getting a cloth and wiping his cum off your body.

He’s game for anything, other than on your pretty face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would just love to have sex in a public place, not that his anxiety would ever be able to take that but he fantasises about eating you out against an alleyway wall. Giyu knows he could never do it, but that’s his dirty little secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Giyu Tomioka is a virgin because he doesn’t lose. But he’s a fast learner, very fast learner. He goes from completely inexperienced to making you cum in seconds from one sexual entanglement to the next.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

MISSIONARY : Not surprising, he’s eyes azure steeled watching your face contort as only his hips snapped. Stone holding you close to his beating chest. Losing his composure, cracks in that seamless image. Kissing you every thrust, delicate with your frame. Giyu likes missionary, because he can see how you come undone for him… breathless moans shattered.

SITTING UP COWGIRL: He’s a missionary guy but if you wanna spice it up, he very open to cowgirl where he’s sat up instead of laid down. Coiling you in his capable arms, he’s not threatened by you having control. It lets him get out of his own head. Likes leaving hickeys along your collarbone working up to your jaw. Your arms around his neck as he loses all sense of composure, thrusts busting upward. All the while those marine eyes are focused on your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very composed, I wouldn’t say serious. Giyu is in general very unemotional and it shows during intimacy until he starts to crack by your movements on him. There’s a laugh when he cums with a grunt… almost in disbelief but that composed front would never shake with Giyu.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Before you started to be intimate, he left it up to nature. But respects that it must not be pleasant with all the hair. He doesn’t get rid of it all but keeps in managed. Keeps his snail trail, you instructed him to.

Overall, Giyu isn’t very hairy. It’s more noticeable because it matches his hair colour so very dark hair.

On his partner, I don’t think he minds the length of hair down there. As long as it’s not a jungle he’s quite a chill guy about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Loves looking into your eyes and hearing how your breath hitches off beat when he lays kisses from your lips down to your pussy. The world moves in slow motion for Giyu when he’s with you, and he savours that pit in stomach when you look so angelic shadowed by his body.

He likes to take you to picnic dates and make love to you on the blanket in a field of flowers. He’s quite thoughtful in that aspect and goes to quite a lot of effort to make moments special for you. So I guess you could say he’s romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s never had a need to.

Giyu doesn’t need sex- he finds it messes up his focus- so unless you are with him, he’s not giving it the time of day. It’s his attraction to you that makes him want it, which is why you never work on missions together, he can’t bite it down sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LIGHT BONDAGE: You saw how he tied up Inosuke, Tomioka has serious bondage skills. He’s not into shibari (Japanese bondage techniques), it’s more your hands above your head bound type of deal. As long as you’re comfortable with it, it just turns him on to have full control over what he can do to your body. He doesn’t get too wild.

LINGERIE: The first time he saw you in lace, he was kissing you. That was just your normal underwear so when he sees stockings- he’s leaving a trail of kisses front ankle to the apex of your thighs. He just adores seeing your body, never has the lights off- he loves to see all of you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves the comfort of the bed, it’s squishy and nobody will bother you there. Adores alone time with you, as long as you’re uninterrupted he’s not too bothered where you do it.

But…

Giyu LOVES making an occasion of sex, he’s a teeny tiny bit of a romantic.

I think he likes to get away to the swordsmith village when your nichirin swords need some TLC. A date by the hot springs and it ends up with you in his arms and Giyu inside of you in a carry fuck position.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There’s a reason he doesn’t train with you and that’s because he is utterly distracted by your movements and grace… in a battle, that’s a different story. He’s laser focused on the task at hand, but training- he’s rock hard. Tengen will probably tease him about it… so he just shuffles away without a word to his elder.

Also, when you’re kind- when you’re witty and sarcastic. It doesn’t get him rock hard but he feels a twitch because he’s just so attracted to you in those moments. He’s a gentle soul.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Water sports and stuff like that, despite being the Water Hashira but NO.

Degrading you and being unkind to you in any way, you respect him he will respect you. And unless you call him a whore during sex- he ain’t gonna say it to you.

Anything involving other people, yeah, I know that’s boring but he isn’t the sharing type. Loves having you and your undivided attention- it’s adorable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Isn’t going to say no to you giving him one after a long Hashira meeting or unwinding after a mission.

But he prefers going down on you, he’s not a like a starved man- he’s more reserved and knows what buttons to press so your toes are curled. He knows his way around your pussy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

May lose himself in the heat and is deep and quick but in general he’s like a steady tide. Building up the pleasure inside of you. He’s not quick to finish so can take his time with you.

If you beg him, he’s like a jackrabbit but if you don’t ask you won’t get.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves to take his time with you. As mentioned before- there’s romance involved in every effort he makes. He can’t help it and you wouldn’t change it.

You have had a quickie here and there but it’s not regular.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

On the outside if you got caught, he wouldn’t appear to care but on the inside he’s red and can’t fight that embarrassment of being discovered. So he prefers to keep it private, but he has been known to fuck you in hot springs that anybody could find you in.

He’s flexible to experimentation but resorts back to what he’s always done.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Enjoys long drawn out sex sessions, he needs a 15 minute break between cumming but he’s good to go again.

It could sometimes be all night long love making, but the intimacy doesn’t die down when he’s resting- he’s cradling you in his arms. Kissing you after lasting for 40 minutes- making sure you’re on cloud nine every second of it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Strikes me as old fashioned and has a proud aspect that deters him from accepting help from sex toys.

Does have bondage specific rope stashed beneath tatami boards.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Has the capability to tease, it just depends on what lengths you drive him to. If you’ve been a pain or teased him yourself. What goes around cums around and justice is served.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, he’s telling you how good you are and praising you nonstop. It’s only when he’s cumming that he’s got a finite grip on your hips and moaning- grunt-like and wholly attractive. Otherwise, he gives the odd noise but you could mistake his heartbeat for that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As predictable as Giyu Tomioka is, you never expected him to drag you into the store closets in the Butterfly Mansion. Nor did you anticipate his hands ripping down your trousers. Or his cock slipping in and out of your pussy like a prayer, heavy breaths behind you.

An explanation told after he’d released inside you. “When your fist went into Shinazugawa’s face… I knew I had to have you here and now…” Note to self: punch Sanemi more often.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s longer than average- about a 6.5 inches with decent thickness but this man knows what to do with it.

Giyu is a Hashira- he’s been training rigorously for years under Urokodaki and then alongside others of his rank. He’s a ripped guy but he’s very modest, not because he’s trying to be but because he’s never viewed himself as attractive. Just not a vain person in general.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Doesn’t REQUIRE sex in his daily life- only if you do certain things. He’ll have it if you ask and tease him.

Scale of 0-10, he’s a solid 6.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe struggles with insomnia on rare occasions and he doesn’t get tired easily. He’s more than likely wide away after the sex, if you’re ready to go another round he doesn’t mind.

Makes sure you’re taken care of before considering falling asleep after a long night of worshipping you. Really doesn’t think his wellbeing means shit.

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NSFW alphabet [ sanemi shinazugawa ]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He goes rough during sex and he knows it. Being a Hashira is stressful and his mother haunts his nightmares. So after giving you the brunt of his pain, he carries you to the bath.

You’re limp and numb to anything around you, he takes care with you. Washing your hair, scrubbing your perfect body. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear while behind you.

Curling you in his arms in bed, you’ve never slept so well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ON HIMSELF: He’s proud of his body, all of the work it does to kill demons. It also has other benefits, making you cum harder than you had with anyone. He hates his scars, but since he has had significant ones since childhood- he thought to himself, ‘more won’t change things…’ and doesn’t care if he garners more of them.

ON YOU: You have such soft skin and that joyous gleam in your eyes warms his heart. Your smile makes him have hope that true good exists in abundance and that he’s worthy of tranquil happiness. He’s a thigh man, loves to use them as an anchor point when rutting into you. And resting his head on them when he returns home in relatively one piece.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gets so worked up, more times than not his cum is leaking out of you. If it’s a blowjob, he’s finishing down your throat.

It terms of your cum, he’s fingering you in the attempt to get you to squirt. He’s used to the mess and doesn’t give a shit really. Loves when you’re so far gone that you couldn’t care less if anybody else heard you yell his name.

He’s a ‘grown ass man’ who likes watching you cum… very hard.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to fuck you on Hashira training grounds, carry fucking you. He’s a muscular guy, more than capable of tossing you up and down on his thick cock.

If any Hashira happens to see it, he doesn’t care. They’d see how competent he is on the battlefield and in the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s too busy fighting demons to have frequent sex. He’s not a virgin but hasn’t gotten much.

Sanemi doesn’t like being touched, everything encounter before you had been non-intimate and pure sex.

But Sanemi knows what to do, especially with subtle guidance from yourself.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

CARRY FUCK: He’s strong- unbelievably so and he’s fast. You’re not in control, he’s in full force in that position…

LEAPFROG: It’s a more intimate version of doggystyle but your legs are prized open more and the angle he hits you inside is tear jerking and orgasm inducing. It’s one of his personal favourites- he can feel every inch of your cunt like that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Stone cold seriousness, in sex and in life. His presence is enough to render you speechless and humourless. Especially while bottoming you out. Only hearing your cries of pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s not messy down there, more on the side of no hair at all or a trimmed area of white.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Wouldn’t described Sanemi as a romantic, he cares about you definitely but doesn’t see the point in romantic gestures. His kisses are rough and spontaneous. You can taste the anger in them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There’s a lot of pent up tension for one person, typically takes it out in Hashira training but if you’ve turned him on… he’s gotta get it out somehow.

You caught him once, his cheek flushed an out of character pink… replacing his hand with your own, before swiping your tongue along his length, glossy with saliva. His hands braced in your hair, keeping your head bobbing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves to see his hickeys lacing every inch of your skin. He’s got a thing, and wears your scratches like a badge of honour.

Definitely is a masochist, especially with your scratches at his back. He wishes when you grip the sheets- him thrusting into you from behind - that it was your nails in his back.

Your pathetic cries for him to not stop, he gets off on that shit. You unable to handle him without tears streaking your cheeks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

AGAINST A TREE: Loves when his back is against the tree, you on his hips- bucking up and down on his shaft. Or you’re on your knees, hair collected in his scarred palms- sloppy with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

OPEN SPACES: Open fields, on the ground. He likes stability because he can be earth shaking, also the echo of your screams drive him over an edge he craves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A simple hand against his bare chest, running your fingers along the indentations undulating his pecs and toned abs. Running under his uniform. Down to his cock, palming. You’ve got his attention and without a second thought, your garments are pushed to the side and he’s in you.

Seeing you hold your own in battle, he admires a woman in charge and capable of independence. He’ll see how well you can handle him, whether that be in front of everybody or in private- depends on how you look at him across the battlefield.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not many things turn him off- hurting you, like actually harm to you is a massive no no. He’s not a monster, just troubled.

Any form of bodily fluid other than cum is a massive no. He’s not an animal who needs to mark his territory like that. He just leaves hickeys for days on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves either. Depends if he’s in a giving mood and how dirty you’ve been. He’s never begged for a blowjob, you just end up gagging on him every day.

He’s very talented with his tongue, you may be better than red bean mochi. Obsessed with your pussy and the noises he can get rip from you by exploring it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough, rough, rough… did I mention he’s rough?

Sometimes you’ve had trouble walking because he’s drawn out so many heavy orgasms from you. Even his fingers are ROUGH… he’s gentle afterward but in the moment, he’s possessed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves to have a quickie, he can make you cum relatively quick. And he enjoys a quickie go in the Butterfly Mansion gardens now and again before Aoi can reprimand you both for undertaking such ‘lewd’ actions.

If you’re at HQ, everyday- maybe three times a day. He craves your skin and your presence. Not that he’d ever admit it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It’s pretty clear he doesn’t give a shit what others think of him. He’s fucked you in open corridors before at HQ. In alleyways, in the hot springs everywhere you ventured together in missions.

He is addicted to your volume, your sweet voice on the air as he’s tearing your soul from your body. He doesn’t care who hears that.

It’s not his fault that he knows how to make you cum hard multiple times in a row. Multiple times a day.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is inhuman. He’s drilling you three times a day… full out… day after day. One round with him is like four rounds with another guy, so he can last twelve rounds a day with that math.

Make sure not to taunt him about not being able to last… he’ll prove you wrong.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t need toys, he’s a man who can pleasure his woman. You’ve never complained before.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a fucking tease, in the worst way possible. If you’ve annoyed him, he has no problem in edging you countless times. Jokes on you, it just ends up in a cascade of profanity rolling from your throat. Speaking in tongues, and clinging to his rock hard body.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud but his grunts egg you on even more…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be on patrol one night and he’ll drag you into the noodle place. Tearing down your trousers, “Dripping already… you’ve been thinking about me, huh?” You nodded, as he stroked into you. Unrelenting.

This has happened more than once.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Seven inches and thick. Veiny and hooking to the left slightly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

In close proximity with you, yeah- you’re a fucking goner. He doesn’t care where he corners you, you’ll always be game for it.

On a scale of 0-10. Sanemi Shinazugawa is a 10/10.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Makes sure you’re comfortable and sound asleep before he wraps you in his arms and sleeps soundly for the first time in weeks.

He does care about you, it’s just not in his nature to be gentle during physical activities.

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teasing [ sanemi shinazugawa ]

"Stop messing with me, Sanemi," You had never felt so vulnerable in her life, ass up and head down with the foreboding Wind Hashira watching from behind.

You knew the usual stare he held in these situations, so calculated and so feral. His hands followed on suit, one on each globe of your bare ass, "Pipe down, sweet thing, just figuring out what I'm gonna do to you... been teasing me all fucking day…" His voice like rolling thunder- dark tipped with salacity. Making all the more wet upon hearing it. He earned a groan with the grip of his fingertips into your padded flesh. "You like that, huh? Well I guess..."

Your hips grated against the zataku table; hair scattered, blocking your vision. A startled moan was all you both could hear, "Could warn me next time," Eye half-close, brows drooping and mouth hung open. He wished he could see the sight he had grown accustomed to, but the view of his cock entering that dripping cunt was more intriguing.

You’d never get used to that feeling- the pinpricks wedging you open. While he focused solely on the throbbing of your pussy swelling, pulsing around him. He didn't respond, swiping a long stroke into you - digging his mouth into the curve of your neck; hot breaths brushing against molten skin. His fingers around your neck- a smile covered your face. They didn’t dig in or constrict airflow- Sanemi always did that to stable you.

Sanemi’s smile was more menacing as his hips ebbed and flowed, knocking the wind out of you while beneath him. He was reckless with his thrusts, you swore there would have bruises - alike every occurrence you fucked.

Not that you had any complaints… maybe that’s why he could never leave your side. Despite your frame becoming swamped by his, you still loved being manhandled… Sanemi would die a happy man to be in your arms as the sun came up.

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kyojuro rengoku

relationship headcanons

SFW and NSFW headcanons and drabbles

sanemi shinaguzawa

NSFW alphabet

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teasing

Sanemi is a rough lover, but he respects his partner who can take it. You’ve teased him all day long…

careless ( request )

giyu tomioka

NSFW alphabet

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relationship headcanons [ kyojuro rengoku ]

SFW and NSFW headcanon and drabble of the Flame Hashira

SFW

- You met Kyojuro during Final Selection, you were one of Urokodaki’s students- you knew Sabito, Makomo and Giyu

- Sabito never returned, and so you strived to train harder…

- The only reason you survived Selection was because you lost your mask and the Hand Demon didn’t recognise you as one of Urokodaki’s students

- It was ruthless, most of the candidates died during those seven days… Kyojuro stuck out like a sore thumb- his hair and his demeanour

- You became fast friends with Kanae and Shinobu Kocho… you soon got a grasp of other breathing styles

- More specifically flower breathing which you learned swiftly because of your water understanding

- You had run ins with Kyojuro, always remembering him and that flame-stricken hair. And determined eyes

- Somehow, with unfortunate circumstances… you became the Flower Hashira after your closest friend Kanae died at the hands of Doma

- Kyojuro was the first to comfort you and welcome you into the Hashira ranks

- You’d had a crush on him, working closely on mission alongside each other

- You had to make the first move, he seemed completely oblivious otherwise… to which he replied, “Your presence lights a fire within my heart… the likes of, I have never experienced…”

- He’s quite attentive, notices that you smell a certain type of flower once and then there’s an entire bouquet in his hands

- Very inexperienced, training consumed his life… as did yours.

- You’re learning together

- Your first kiss was like a headbutt but he laughed it off in a charming manner, “We need further practice!” He’s so enthusiastic when he said it, not leaving the room until your head was spinning. Practically engulfed in his warmth thereafter

- He’s so cuddly

- A human heater, you don’t grab a blanket you just pull Kyojuro over whenever your the slightest bit chilly

- His brother adores you, especially since you speak up to his father after he hits both his sons round the face… “You will NEVER lay a finger on your sons AGAIN!”

- You practically adopt Senjuro, and Kyojuro has never felt more proud in his life… that’s when he knew he loved you unconditionally…

- He proposed a week after that, aided by Tengen, Shinobu and Kanao…

- Kyojuro is quite private about his personal life, and doesn’t want to make a huge spectacle…

- He received permission from Master Ubuyashiki, it didn’t breach any Demon Slayer Corps rules… though, Kagaya would have turned a blind eye, he was a sucker for young love

- Kyojuro took you for a walk in the Butterfly Mansion gardens… before getting down on one knee, the ring must have been made by your swordsmith because the pattern of your ring was the same as your nichirin sword

- As soon as you could, you sent your Kasugui crow to the smithing village to get one made for Kyojuro

- He’s protective over you in the field, you bat him off… “Don’t compromise the mission, Kyo…” Between attacks, and he knew that. He’d always sacrifice his own life for yours.

- You marry at the Ubuyashiki Mansion- among your fellow Hashira, the master and his family.

- You take his last name, but most likely get referred to by your first name or your maiden name still

- With earnings made along the way, you both purchase a property where you could train the future flame breathers and flower breathers- you called it ‘The Hanabi Estate’.

- You take up cooking because Kyo has a tendency to burn things

- You help him heal from his mothers death and his fathers abuse

- Senjuro lives with you, Kyojuro’s hearts warmed when you say, “You don’t need to fight demons to be important… your heart is all you need to make an impact on the world. Don’t let that flame die out, Senjuro…”

- Definitely wants kids with you, especially after seeing you be so gracious with his younger brother, Kanao and any young apprentice you pick up along the way

- Is indebted to you- joining him with the young trio on the Mugen Train mission

- Both surviving the mission to see another day with thick cuts that would be added to the menagerie lacing your bodies

- Loves time in the hot springs, it’s the only thing that releases tension in his roaring body…

- Especially when your kneading the knots in his shoulders

- Allows you to tend to his wounds- you’re the only one who usually lets look at them

- Worries when you go on solo missions, not wanting you to end up like your predecessor

- Probably wants four or so kids… he has a lot of heart to give

- Adores your cooking- eats everything you make for him

- Puts in food orders with you to make, “only if you want to…”

- And of course you do. How could you turn him down when he asked so nicely?

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- You didn’t have sex until you got married, your honeymoon in a wisteria covered onsen

- You only wore your usual kimono walking into the bedroom… he’s never been so speechless before

- Neither of you had experience, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…” He’s never felt so helpless before, a beautiful naked woman in front of him

- Bringing his hand down to your breast, “Touching seems like a good place to start…”

- But unlike that first kiss, which was awkward- you wouldn’t change the first time Kyojuro Rengoku made love to you

- He sunk down to his knees, tasting your pussy and journeying further by the moans clawing out of your throat

- No need to be quiet, you were alone. No threat of demons, no people for miles… just you and your husband.

- He took you missionary, letting you adjust to the heat of his body- which may have calmed you down with him inside of you

- Kyojuro rarely lets you go down on him, he’d much rather have you cum on his tongue in persistent succession

- The honeymoon was the only time he let you go down on him, at the edge of the hot spring before he dragged you in and jackhammered you

- Aftercare is his speciality, though you should really tell him eating you out isn’t necessary… you attempted to but, “This is MY aftercare, Y/N, you taste so delicious…”

- Who were you to ruin his meal?

- He’s just as enthusiastic in life as he is in the bedroom- he’s up to doing anything… other than hurting you, humiliating you or bodily fluids other than the obvious cum

- He has so many hidden sides- fucking you in hallways and public hot springs whenever you visit the swordsmiths village

- Holds his hand over your mouth when your mewling like a banshee

- Definitely the type to hold your hands when making love, he’s romantic like that

- Candlelight surrounding you, petals on the floor… feasting on your arousal and smiling like a madman with your wetness dripping…

- Wouldn’t leave your legs if there were no demons to vanquish

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professor [ captain john price ]

I’m sleep deprived and this is apparently what happens when the insomnia takes over.

You didn’t know how you ended up in that situation. Maybe it was the tight skirt… maybe it was that inbuilt chemistry… maybe it was the fact you’d worn no panties and had made him aware the entire time he was lecturing the class.

Maybe that’s why your ass was up, thunderous pounding reddened the fat of it. Balls hitting against your clit as he rioted. His hands tied yours around your back, face parallel to the desk. A slim part of you cared about how anybody could walk in with your professor fucking you like an animal in heat. That didn’t stop those honeyed moans tearing away from you. “Fuck! Don’t stop!” You must’ve sounded pathetic in the mumble.

He would’ve laughed had he not been balls deep inside you- stilling himself for a second. Palms releasing your limbs, holding the insatiable sight of your raw backside. Giving it a satisfied clap, “You take me so well, swee’heart…” Deep and looming thrusts accentuated his intentions. Fingers dug into your flesh while you groaned lightly. “I’m gonna rip into ya’ ‘til ya’ can’t stand… understood?” You’d forgotten he’d said he was in the Special Forces, his hips never let you forget.

You couldn’t help what drooled from your mouth, “Affirmative, Captain Price…” He was true in his promise after you used his rank, you knew what buttons to press and when to flash your pretty pussy at him.

Too smart for your own good, even fucked dumb on his girth, working up and down. Adrenaline the only thing keeping you moving and upright. Chanting his name and spewing filth at the man. Facing away from him, to the rows of seats and two lecture hall doors. “Anybody could come in and see the whore the university golden girl is… but you like that don’t ya’?” That’s when you went limp, his muscular physique taking over. Hugging you to his toned chest, and whispering in your ear, “You’re ruined for those rugby players you fuck thinking about me…”

He wasn’t wrong, but all you could muster was a wail. Professor John Price had you wrapped in a web that you never wanted to escape from.

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gaz as a dad (part two) [ kyle garrick ]

part one |

- Puts on a brave face to you and he’s leaving for deployment but you know he’s dying on the inside- running the statistics through his head of his chances of survival

- Your daughter’s first word was in facts, “Dada”, she’s such a daddy’s girl.

- It’s hell for you when he’s away having a one year old who doesn’t know where her dad is, playing old videos of him to keep her sane

- All the while you were pregnant with your little girl. Kyle misses kissing your stomach every hour of the day, even when you weren’t pregnant he’ll do it

- You’re about 4-5 months along when he leaves.

- Kyle has two older sisters (he’s the baby of the family) and they treat you like their own blood in the best way possible

- They are taking you out baby shopping while he’s away, they’re staying over to spend time with your daughter

- Don’t get started with Kyle’s mum, she may be the in-law ever. Kyle’s dad left and never came back when he was young

- Everyday is a party to them, they’re so joyous and you see why Kyle is so well adjusted and a proper gentleman

- They live just around the corner and you go round every other night for dinner with your little girl and little bump

- They sympathise with you when Kyle is away, his mother didn’t understand why he enlisted into the army to begin with but over the years she saw the glint in his eye

- Like you had- he lived to fight the shadow wars… though he preferred to spend time with his family in more recent times

- After having a child, his relationship with his family, his mother especially, healed.

- He’s low-key jealous that his sisters steal you away and spend more time with you than he gets to

- But he’s so glad you get along with them- they can be picky and have never liked anyone brought home before

- Kyle returns when you are about to pop, 8 months pregnant and he doesn’t know when he’s getting redeployed

- No matter how many times it would happen, Kyle isn’t sure he’d ever remain composed in the delivery room.

- But what had remained the same with your birthing is that he feels so still and grounded when holding his children in his arms

- Your eldest is a mini him and your youngest is a mini you

- He’s sent back out four months later, but for a shorter time period.

- When he comes back, you’re not okay… he found you crying in the shower away from your kids in the middle of the night

- “Please don’t leave us…” He must be the most understanding partner, he battles demons in his head everyday but it hits different when it’s the love of his life, mother of his children who is suffering outwardly

- Sobbing in his clothed arms

- He had read about post-partum depression and he is an actual angel when it comes to dealing with it

- He takes on more tasks so you can have your own space but always curls up around you on the sofa

- Your eldest girl attempts to climb up and Kyle helps her

- Is so good with kids dealing with his nieces and nephews

- Grew up in a house full of women, that’s why he’s so endearing and thoughtful about you

- Kyle was so nervous to ask his Captain such a bold question, Price had seen photos of your daughters so he knew they existed

- He also lived not too far from your house so he came over and got into a wrestling match that your eldest won (definitely let her win lol)

- “Sir, since we’re speaking casually… Y/N and I were wondering if you were wanted to be the godfather to the girls…”

- John had never been asked that before and hold back the tears welling. A hand on Kyle’s shoulder, a nod, “Of course I will, Sergeant.”

- His sisters are the godmothers and maybe someone close to you as the other godfather

- About three years into the relationship when your eldest daughter is about 2 and the youngest is nearly 1, you tie the knot.

- Nothing too extravagant, he didn’t like being centre of attention…

- Only the closest people there: his mum, sisters, Simon, Johnny, Price and your closest family you’re in contact with

- You may or not be pregnant with bubba no. 3…

- Spoilers! Baby boy on the way

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gaz as a dad [ kyle garrick ]

part two

- Kyle is a very diligent person, so when he meets you he makes things very clear with you. “I’m not gonna be around much and I’m not looking for anything serious…”

- He’s all about loyalty and honesty and having his own freedom

- But he soon realises after six months of seeing you, that he can do things his own way with you at his side, “Wanna be my girlfriend?”

- “I thought you’d never ask…” And you thought he never would, knowing how Kyle got in his own head sometimes.

- Kyle didn’t know if he wanted to be a dad- he knew he could live life his own way without them but worried that he’d be missing out if he didn’t have them

- He looked confident but is a very logistical person when planning was involved,

- Though he didn’t have much of a choice when he came home to your shared apartment, you sat at the kitchen table. “As gorgeous as ever…” He hummed to you, only faintly able to smile to him. “Hey… what’s wrong? I’ve got no bulletholes in me,” Briging you into a back hug, your hands only weak when holding him.

- You’d only been with him a short amount of time, meeting him through friends but you’d known him as long as you’d been hooking up and dating.

- “I’m pregnant,” his hold on you didn’t frail. You expected him to freak out then and there but you just heard him cry in your ear. “Kyle, you okay?”

- He moved beside you, your head in his hands before dragging you into a crushing kiss. Breathless, “Aren’t you freaked out?” Speaking to him with such concern, this wasn’t like him… not usually. He burst into laughter with the tears. “Who are you and what have you done with Kyle Garrick?”

- “I’m just… so ready to settle down…” Not prying into his work, you knew how stressful it was for him. “With you and our baby…”

- He’s so factual and intellectual that he’s reading up as much as he can, “Taken your folic acid today?” / “I read that in the third trimester you should drink raspberry leaf tea…”

- He’s good like that

- He is researching the best cribs to buy, what kind of decor is best for babies

- Kyle is so prepared that it gives you a headache, “You can relax, yknow…” Rubbing his tense shoulders, “We have six months left to plan all this… just relax baby…”

- HE DOESN’T RELAX

- IN THE SLIGHTEST

- He likes to be in control of situations because then he knows a loose possibility of what to expect

- Indulges your food cravings but was not ready for the boost in sex drive

- He was just so used to how things were before so when you jump him every day of the week… multiple times a day…

- He’s not complaining but he just didn’t expect it

- He has a bottle of water in the bathroom for when your morning sickness comes in.

- Holding your hair back every day before handing you that bottle of water, “Gotta keep up your hydration, babe…” You’ve never been so grateful to have Kyle Garrick as your baby daddy

- Especially at ultrasound appointments, he’s asking as many questions as possible and ignorant to the fact the technician was flirting with him the whole time, “Can we keep this professional, please?” He says to the woman, who does just that.

- Don’t know if Kyle is more a boy dad or girl dad… he’d treat them both the same and with STRONG morals

- You don’t have a gender reveal party- he’s not into that- more of a private ordeal with just the pair of you.

- A family member knew the gender and buys you a cake with coloured sponge.

- He doesn’t cry when he finds out you’re having a girl, he’s BAWLING

- But then he overthinks it, “Shit…”

- “Did you want a boy?”

- His head shook, “She’s gonna be gorgeous, guys are gonna chase after her… I’m never gonna get some peace…” You didn’t know whether he was joking…

- “We have a few years to figure that out…”

- “I’m getting her a badge that says, ‘My dad’s in the Special Forces’…”

- You just burst out laughing at him, “Christ, I’m glad I’m doing this with you…” And you were because Kyle Garrick was the gift that kept on giving

- Never lets you go out alone when your pregnant, he’s so protective

- He’s reaching for shit on the top shelf, no reaching for his lady

- Definitely proposes to you in the countryside during a candlelight dinner on a long weekend

- He’s so delicate with you that night, missionary and kissing you head to toe.

- Holding your hands- matching engagement rings against each other

- He doesn’t know what to do when you go into labour prematurely, he’s freaking out

- Doesn’t know whether to call Price or not… he’s panicking… you called for him to hold your hands so he stopped pacing…

- All anxiety cleared when the cries of your baby girl filtered through. That must have been the first time in Kyle Garrick’s life that’s he felt peace… unconditional love…

- Safe to say, the future boyfriends of your girl were having full background checks and going through SAS selection interrogation…

- He wasn’t going to tell you, you’d stop him. “Don’t even think about it, Kyle… it’s a waste of resources and you’ll have a heart attack…”

- Kyle soon discovers that theory is much different from putting it into practice… especially changing nappies.

- You giggle at him, “I can do it if you want…”

- “No. I’m a Sergeant, I can change a nappy…” He did, not neat or pristine but it would do the job.

- As he practiced, he became a nappy changing master.

- He’s actually adorable with your daughter- speaking in a mix of baby voice and then complex sentence the next minute

- He doesn’t mind if you have more kids, he’s looking to buy a house

- Don’t worry he has it covered- he’s got viewings set up…

- Kyle’s always got you covered as a parent and as a partner

- You just wonder if he’s ready for the announcement of baby number two when your little girl is 6 months

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I hope I wrote Gaz okay? He’s new territory for me but he’s a fun character to write for. Thank you for reading xx

PART TWO

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wedding night [ soap ]

Johnny MacTavish can’t wait until after his reception to have your wedding night. Why not in the church bathroom?

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Only 25, stood in a waiting room with butterflies in your stomach. Not daring to look in the mirror, knowing the sight you’d see. All in white.

Everything in your thoughts drifted back to what would be at the end. The end of an aisle… your soon-to-be husband stood there. Only able to focus on the electric blue of his eyes.

It was lucky your Captain held your arm, walking you down the carpeted strip. He was like a father to you, he made both you and Johnny top candidates during your selection process at 18 years old. He volunteered when nobody else stepped up to the table…

Tears down your face as you stood eye-to-eye with your future. He gave your hand a squeeze, “You’re perfect…” Saying before speaking your vows, taking that kiss unlike any other. And before you knew it, he was on you.

You were breathless, “Johnny… shouldn’t we wait for tonight?” Inhaling the scent of his aftershave, fingers holding the back of his hair… lips against your neck, hand gripped onto your stocking clad leg. Feeling the garter straps holding them up.

Cheekiness in that grin, “Haven’t seen this gorgeous body all day… fuckin’ traditions…” Working his lips on yours, Johnny never tasted so sweet. “Where d’ya need me, Mrs MacTavish?” Your eyes conniving when toying with the idea…

A bite to your own lip, “You’re talking too much… what else is that tongue good for?”

You could not see him past the train of your snowy dress. Johnny wasn’t complaining, easier access. “Woah… I found the something blue,” You couldn’t help but shiver, able to only feel how he ventured. Leaving the garter alone, pressing against your sensitivity. Dripping wet with your now-husband between your legs.

Ass holstered on the solid countertop, two sinks either side and the door locked from the inside. Johnny had planned for this since booking the church as a venue- and maybe swiping the keys in the priests office… he’d return those later.

Moving your lacy underwear to the side, a long lick along your slit. His thumb rubbing your clit just how you liked it. Lapping at your folds, “You always taste so fuckin’ delicious,” His palms sent you off balance- falling against the mirror behind you, grappling at porcelain to anchor yourself as he sank deeper- able to see his strip of hair moving amongst the material fallen around at your waist. Heels strapped on and hooking the end of the stone surface. Chest heaving.

The noises so sloppy, you wanted to see him so badly. The usual sight of you dripping down his chin, before he’d go in for a hunger driven kiss. But instead, his fingers worked in and out of you instead, “Don’t wanna mess up the dress…” Spluttering your words as they continued to pump inside, curling expertly… tingles spread down your legs and back up. “Johnny…” Teeth gritted, while his tongue flicked at your bud. Sending you off the edge.

“That’s it…” He was filthy, and dirty minded at best. You should have known your wedding day would end up like this, you couldn’t get him off you. Not that you had complaints, he just had a thing for overstimulating you… whixh followed through right then, as his fingertips kept drawing out that mind-blowing release. But another thing with Johnny MacTavish, was he was full of surprises.

Feet dragged off the side, lips crashing against yours. That familiar taste on your tongue… “See what I mean… so sweet, darlin’…” That grin was enough for you to slump against the mirror again. “A bit quiet, though… how’s the ‘big guy’ gonna know we sealed the deal?” His views on religion were immoral.

You were speechless, leg manhandled to hike above his hipbone. His arousal propped against your very accessible hole- making it blatantly obvious with the subtle buck of his hips, clutching you close to his damp chest. Until he was not, spinning you around; staring at yourself in the reflective surface - watching as he tracked bites and kisses down your bare neck. His hard cock in the mirror- a hand pumping at its length. It was salivating, his hand barely managed to wrap its girth while the other palm pressured you forward, pelvis now height level with the basin. You were dripping wet; just yearning to feel that ache building up with his cock inside you.

Johnny was a tease, only now lifting the material, and ripping your panties down the gusset, “Those were new…” You found yourself grumbling, his hands rubbing your lower back.

Before shoving you down a bit, “I’ll get y’ some new ones…” Your pussy swollen as taking him in, inch by inch. Each earnt a new sequence of sounds escaping her throat. “Fuck…” He watched as his cock disappeared, and then to how your mouth hung open with a sigh dragging out. “Please tell me to move, you feel so fuckin’ amazing..." A nod followed by the crash of imbalance- but you’d would be a liar to say you did not love the penetrating lust that burned in that blindspot.

Hands ensuring your hips remained in that exact spot; proving a challenge on tiptoes. Eyes squeezed shut, allowing those feelings to ravish your senses. His panting, soft and guttural… Unstable as his jacket fell to the floor, and he managed to unbutton his shirt while bucking into you. It was a talent, and fuck did it feel like heaven.

He watched how that ass bounced, fingers embedded in the fat of cheeks, not able to control your lower body as he rutted. Not that you paid a blind bits notice, intoxicated around his length. “Don’t stop!” Feeling yourself slip. Waves crashing over your body, body stiffening up. His thrusts carrying through until they grew jagged and deep. Your shrill, volumed cry was what sent him over the edge.

His name branding the echoes, warmth inside of you while he buried himself. “Fuck…” You turned your head to the side, seeing the mask-wearing face of Johnny’s squad mate… “Maybe learn how to lock a door… fucking like rabbits…” He mumbled leaving the bathroom.

“I thought you locked it,” He remained deep in you…

He chuckled along with your much lighter giggle, “Not gonna hear the end of this one…”

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relationship headcanons [ ghost ]

SFW

- You didn’t know what to expect being set up by your childhood friend Kyle Garrick

- Having an inkling it would be someone he worked with in the ‘parachute regiment’. So you expected 5’11”, stocky build and maybe a Mohawk?

- What you got was 6’4”, unable to tell what build he had because of the hoodies and a mask?

- He scared you to begin with, especially when you heard his voice. And Simon was used to that, that’s why he didn’t date… he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex or even spoke romantically to a woman.

- You thought about walking out on the date, but held in there. Realising maybe he was so awkward around the other people in the pub. “Wanna take a walk?”

- “Think you can keep up?” That was the first confident thing Simon had said that night.

- Maybe walking along the canal wasn’t the best choice but he seemed harmless, not a serial killer… He leant against the railings… his eyes reflected the street lamp, the night a dreary sight.

- You went to start your car, no such luck- like your date. He hadn’t told you one thing about himself… date failed and now your car refused to work with you. Your phone at 1% charge… you couldn’t even call a taxi.

- When you started to walk to the pub, an off-road jet black 4x4 pulled up beside you. It was Simon. “Car trouble?”

- “Yeah…”

- “Get in.” Was it a bad idea to jump into the car of someone you’d only just met and communicated with through Kyle? Yes. Were you in any position to turn down his kindness? No. “I’ll drive ya home…”

- Then the pin dropped, “My house keys are in the car,” A dry laugh came from him- trying to imagine what he looked like under that thing.

- “I can’t leave you on the street…” And that’s what led you straight into the passenger seat. His truck was spotless and surprisingly comfortable, like nobody had ever sat in that spot before you. “You can stay at mine for the night, don’t tell Garrick… he’ll have a field day….”

- “Thanks, but you could just drop me at a bus stop?” Not that you wanted that, not that you wanted anything from the good samaritan at the wheel.

- His head shook, “In this area? No chance, love,” You wondered how long he had travelled to go on this date because he had been driving half an hour before he pulled into a drive. From how he looked around getting out of the car and how high the garden hedge was, you thought it was lucky he hadn’t thrown a bag over your head.

- Not that you’d remember where he had taken you anyway.

- His house was almost barren, not many belongings. “Kitchen is on your left, living room on the right and bathroom is upstairs the first door you see…” He was talking much more than he had in the crowded environment.

- “D’ya have a phone charger? I’ll call Kyle to come get me tomorrow to look at the car…” He just gave you a stare, then you realised. Kyle didn’t live in your area anymore, over a hundred miles away. “Fuck…”

- “I’ll take a look at it in the morning…”

- “You sure? I can pay you fuel money,”

- Long story short, Simon turned down your money. And he kept coming back after he fixed your car, jotting your number down in case it gave you any more trouble.

- He doesn’t take his mask off until you have sex for the first time

- After that he rarely wears it when in private with you

- It’s weird when you have guests over (TF141) and he wears the damned thing

- You make sure you wash the masks every other day and make sure Simon alternates

- Never gets spots from them, either.

- Has tattoos but would never get a matching one with anyone

- He thinks it’s a jinx on any relationship or friendship

- You’re probably his first proper relationship

- Discloses he’s in the SAS when he gets deployed about a year into your relationship

- You never realised how worried sick you’d be until he got through the front door

- Bundles you in his arms, never taking the smell of your hair, perfume and skin for granted again

- Fixes all of your car troubles- he may have gone into mechanics had he had a settled childhood

- Finds it difficult to introduce you to the family, not because of you. Because of the baggage.

- His mother welcomed you but with caution in hand. Until you got talking to her and she just seemed to open up to you.

- She invites you round for dinner every Sunday. It makes Simon smile

- Never worked through his emotional baggage about his dad

- So when the subject of kids is brought up, he shudders

- You don’t press the matter, not with Simon

- He’s stubborn and you seem to be the only one who can change his mind

- Simon doesn’t fall in love easily but when he does, it’s deep and he’s never leaving your side

- Much more of a goofball than other people see- those dad jokes are primed and ready for an occasion

- Not a jealous guy, he knows you’re his…

- He’s more worried about you when he’s away

- It’s like a hole in his heart being away from you and he strives to get out uninjured and alive not to burden you

- Knows that if you can get past his work, you’ll get through anything

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- Your first time was very spontaneous, two months into you seeing him.

- The back of his car, you couldn’t remember the cause of it but you remember making out in the back of his truck

- Going out into the woodlands to cool off but instead, you were hitched on his hips and fingers dragging across his muscular shoulders.

- Clung to each other while his body rolled into yours, you biting down slightly on his clothes. Instead of purring his into the daylight air.

- It didn’t end there, the back of the truck and back at his.

- Practically never ending until the morning… where you’d lay on his chest. He was stroking through your hair

- Whenever he’s asleep, he recounts those memories and every encounter after that.. just so he can be close to you when away

- Surprisingly gentle- knows he’s a big guy

- Though he’s not without his rugged potential. Prefers not to be too rough

- Has sexual experience but nothing above 5 women and then it wasn’t reoccurring

- Doesn’t have a vice for sex, he loves feeling close to you

- Loves facing you, he loves that intimacy

- He’s quite an intimate guy

- Never wears the mask when you have sex

- If you ask him, he refuses… finds it difficult to open up about work and his experiences

- Closer than anybody else would be able to get, over his dead body

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snowy mornings with könig [ könig ]

It was that time of the year… where carollers were in chorus and snow flurried in unison.

Though, you didn’t worry about the cold.

You had always hated waking up until you had been close with König… his large arms that held you close guarded to his impressive body. It didn’t matter what size you were, he’d always cloud your stature like a blanket; much needed in the winter months.

He took comfort in the smell of your shampoo and the plushness of your skin, not deciding where to rest the span of his hands. So they tracked in rhythmic movements along your curves. “Good morning…” A contented purr, your hands holding onto the arms barrelling you- pressing him closer. König smelled like pine trees, growing up in the countryside as a kid with his grandparents. It made sense how cumbersome he was, taking up most of the bed if he didn’t spend the night wrapped around you. No complaints on his end, he wouldn’t give up having you in his arms for the world.

“What do you want to do today?” Imagining the face he made… a kitten really caught in the mist of slumber, a thin lipped smile… that’s how he always seemed to be.

Though you didn’t know the rugged side of König, and he never wanted you to witness it. You were so soft and so precious… holding you in his arms was a gift, finding you was a miracle. Not afraid of him, even when the terrors hunted him down… you were a home when his head would fall against your shoulder- your fingers brushing his cropped hair. He knew he couldn’t sleep without you by his side.

Turning in his arms, meeting his icy stare. “As long as it involves you, I don’t mind…”

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to the winter wedding (part two) [ ghost ]

part one

Growing up you had fated encounters with Simon Riley that would continue into your adulthood. You a combat medic and him, the one you ended up treating.

“Mum, I look like a dusty grape… I can’t go to that wedding looking like THIS!” The dress was sleek, as you hoped. However, it made you wholly self-conscious. It was just a spaghetti dress, long line lilac dress. But you hated yourself in it.

Though your mother objected, “You are ridiculous… you look better than I ever did in it. And besides, it’s not about you… Beth is the bride, you’re a guest…” That was what you needed to hear, it wasn’t about you. People weren’t going to be looking at you…

Everybody but Simon Riley…

You would be fine…. That was until you sat outside of the venue in your car, stalling to enter the church. Why did you feel like that? Simon wouldn’t even look at you like that, he would have made a move on you years ago if he intended to.

So taking a deep breath, hands leaving the wheel of your car. You left the vehicle, locking on the key. At just the right moment for the air to be knocked out of your date; your hair down and long lilac dress that matched his tie down to the fabric. His tawny eyes wide- more expressive than you’d witnessed previously, “Fuckin’ hell…”

That concerned you, “Does it look horrible? I told my mum I didn’t look good…”

He remained gobsmacked, “You’ve got nothing to worry about…” His arm looped, hooking your arm through.

Butterflies constant in your stomach that night: eyes on you and Simon arm in arm and managing to catch the bouquet- looking instinctively at your date. Wishing alcohol was in your system, unable to shake that overwhelming weight on your chest. Worsening when his hulking frame stood in front of you, “Need some air, ya comin’?” Nodding, passing the bouquet to a random bridesmaid. Following the man who stood out like a sore thumb to outside of the secondary venue.

Without hesitation, he brought his lips to yours; seeing if you tasted how he imagined. It’s all he had thought about the entire night… many nights… flutters in your middle were numbing. The slightest smile drawn on his lips while you were sure his hands, rested at your waistline were there to stabilise.

One intended peck turned into a series of kisses. Your eyes finally opened, meeting those of molten russet. His lips ghosted over your own, barely there but that warmth mixed with his laboured breathing. "Please say this isn't a dream..." Your breath tickled against him.

His eyes spoke numerous emotions; shock, longing, gratitude and adoration. Your breathing slowed while his heart beat grew furious under trembling fingertips. "I'm right here, Y/N… want t’ go to my place?”

Crashing against his front door, his mother still present at the reception while Simon’s tongue was down your throat. Breaking apart from you, “I’ve waited too long to do this…”

Whipping off the jacket from his structured arms, “You have no idea,” claiming him in a starved kiss. Your fingers in his thick hair, his hands spreading your legs.

His cheek to yours- a whisper in your ear, “Jump, love,” Hooking your legs around his waist; a groan slipped from your throat each step he took up the stairs. He could imagine why, not able to restrain himself with your legs draped around him- grinding against the tent in his trousers. An ache in you building by the second, no alcohol in your system. It was pure desire and fuck did you need him.

Your body caught air for the slightest moment, body on top of neatly made bedsheets, the moonlight loomed through the curtains. "You’ve been driving me crazy, Y/N…" Your name rolled so easily off of his tongue- wondering what other uses he had with it. The shirt that hung on his shoulders found its position at the base of the bed, before the weight on the bed shifted- Simon’s frame shadowed your fully-clothed body. His mouth tickled your neck until that sweet singe of pain, your head coaxed onto the pillows of the bed. Breath hitching every nip he took.

Unable to take action, as he was in full control. Pinning your hands with such delicacy to either side of your head as he laid waste to your arching neck; acute snappy breaths each graze of his teeth. Simon worked down the length of body- across the dress just leaving delicate pecks. All a euphoric blur.

Before you knew it he was hilted in you, every duty and purpose you had ever burdened put on the back burners. This was you and Simon, not the frontlines of a war. Shared breaths of laboured passion the only thing lingering in the world. Your head fuzzy with desire, nails scraping along his scarred, muscular back. A moan strangulated as his back dipped, hand coiling further and forceful in your hair. “Simon…” Fallen from your full lips, tickling the hair curved at his ear. The man kissed your temple.

His name fell from your lips again, shouting da curse. Scrapes along the blades of his shoulders and fingernails indented his neck while he took care of your bare chest and clavicle- love bites scattered north to south of your pretty body, just as your back arched before his eyes.

You weren’t thinking- the only thing you knew was his name, ripping a spasm through your core. An insatiable grumble from Simon- so light in the air, not like his usual rough tone.

Blood drawn from his neck, your grip like a vice back lifting off the bed. Simon’s cock lburied all the deeper, and your voice was crying out. Vision clouded in the bright haze by his chest then how he chewed at his lip slamming his hips into you, a sight enough to quiver at; dripped in sweat and flopping hair stuck to his forehead. His lips agape towering you. All but a glimpse as he devoured, a warm wave of salted sweetness.

It did little to smother the noise, it just made that craving for him peak- perched in his lap all while he throttled upward. Arms slack over the broad set of shoulders, left panting into his soft neck. Avoiding the fresh scars you had treated, so mindful of them even in the throes of sex.

Worlds apart to what you’d been used to. Nobody had fucked you out like this man, how could someone be so abrasive but so forgiving in the same moment.

You had never such peace, in a vintage dress on the naked lap of Simon Riley. His arms holding you close while sharing a fairytale kiss, holding his shaven jawline.

Resting at the side of him, rubbing circles onto his defined chest. Following old stab wounds, Simon’s nose buried in your messily clad hair, “Have you ever wanted to get married?”

You were caught in a daydream, “Well… I’ve never met the right guy. Never had luck with that,” You turned to look into those gorgeous eyes, “Have you?”

His face unreadable, though his hand rested around you, “I’m 25 and I’ve been in love with this one woman…” His warmth was scalding, or it might have been the jealousy running through your veins. Until the pin dropped.

“You don’t mean…” That knowing look intent on his smirking face, “You mean me?”

Fingers twirling in your hair, “You looked at me like there was something worth looking at… every time you ran into me…” His scarred, much larger hand fitted around yours- lacing his fingers. “You also saved my life, so that goes a long way…”

You were rendered speechless, at ease in the silence while in the safety of Simon’s body. “Don’t let me go… please…”

“Like I ever could…”

And he never did.

Stood in that same church a year later, this time you wore white and Simon in his military formals.

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to the winter wedding [ ghost ]

part two

Was meant to write something else but this flowed from whatever sleep deprived brain I have…

Growing up you had fated encounters with Simon Riley that would continue into your adulthood. You a combat medic and him, the one you ended up treating.

Simon isn’t nearly as intimidating as everybody makes him out to be

Well that’s what you always thought. He has a lot of baggage but that’s alright because so do you

You’ve known Simon since high school, he was a lone wolf and you faked that pretty smile you wore each day around fake friends

He was the one who found you behind a building while he puffed on a cigarette. You left that spot, but he never forgot you that day- the wolf in sheep’s clothing

From then on you and Simon Riley had frequented run-ins, like the universe was throwing you through a loop. Shoving the pair of you together.

You paid his bus fare one time, no seats except two beside each other. “Can I take a seat?”

“Sure.” Neither speaking, both going to the dreary hospital for separate reasons both involved loved ones.

An hour later, you found him trying to barter the cashier at the hospital shop and once again you jumped in. “You keep popping up and saving the day, huh?” It was the first time he had spoken a full sentence to you- other than the thank you on the bus.

Shoulders shrugged, “Seems like it…”

“How much do I owe you?” Brown eyes staring while you shook your head.

He stopped at the door, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you around, Simon…”

It’s only then he realised, your back to him, that he didn’t know your name with a heavy heart. Watching you walk away.

It was a few years until you saw that boy again. On the battlefield, he was fighting while you were tending the wounded.

Fate even wove you together in the Special Forces- you the 22nd Regiment’s new medical sergeant and jom their new Private.He had remembered you. The one that got away. His luck with women non-existent after meeting you in the unlikeliest of circumstances.

“Long time no see, Private Riley…” You outranked him… something he would have to bite down. He would be a Sergeant if his home life had been steady. “What’s with the mask?” He didn’t intimidate you, no matter how built he had gotten or the growth spurt you bore witness to in the Army. But the mask was a new one for you.

He didn’t wear it in the Army and on his records you didn’t find a photo of him. “We have to stop meetin’ like this…” He was cheeky only with you. His oldest friend- you weren’t an acquaintance- you were Simon’s only friend in any place. Which is why he let you hug him, bringing him in with everything you had.

“It’s nice to see a familiar face, even under the balaclava…” Said with sincerity from all of the friends you had lost on the frontlines, holding their hands when the light faded from their eyes.

Taking medication for the looks on their faces. Or else they’d be branded in your memory forever.

A fucking landmine is all it took for you to almost lose your composure, “Shouldn’t your intel be able to uncover some land mines, Lieutenant Price!” Not a screech, but not kind either. Working to get the clothes off the burns, their smoulder already stopped by the rain clattering down. The poor soldier conscious and aware- eyes looking into yours, “The mask needs to come off, burns up left neck and jaw. Second degree up his left side,” cutting the mask down the middle. “This gonna hurt… I’m sorry…” Your apology whispered into his ear, whatever he could hear over the ringing- you didn’t know. But Simon was aware of it all.

That’s why his scream consumed the air, “Lieutenant, let us work… I’ll do my best, I assure you.” Rushing over to your colleague who had peeled back the rest of the cloth. Nothing had marred his face, only a smidge of burn crept up his jaw from his neck. “You’re lucky… they’ll heal naturally…” You didn’t know whether you were talking to Simon or yourself. A hand held yours, tears daring to peel down your cheeks but you held them there. Blurring your vision of the man you had known for almost a decade.

You were the one to check up on his healing progress, “Shouldn’t you be tending to other people?”

“You’re next on my rotor… and you should be leaving the wound uncovered…” His mask back on. “I guess all pretty boys are idiots…” You’d meant to just think it not actually say it aloud. His already wide eyes were shocked, he gave a laugh.

“Whatever chances of being a ‘pretty boy’ are gone with this scar…” You remained silent, heat on your cheeks. He didn’t comment on how you’d gone shy and then left muttering to leave the mask off until the burn had a chance to heal.

He seemed to have listened, you saw him around the town you grew up in. Where the world moved slow and you felt alone sitting on the park bench. Flurries of white trickled down unto the green, hands braced in your pockets against their cold. Not able to stop the floods of images from flickering, life was short especially in the line of work you earned a living off. You’d been burned, stabbed and shot…

War was ugly and you tried to find the beauty in nature, but even that was turning against you those days.

“Look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

How ironic, “That’s what the boys call you, right? Very funny…” Looking at his bare skin. “You actually listened to orders from a medic… thought I’d never see the day…” Not able to stop your thumbs from twiddling in their shelter.

He sat down beside you, “No. I listened to you, you run a tight ship…”

“People die if I don’t keep myself together,” no matter how hard it was day after day. “How’s your mum and Tommy?” You were in the same year at school as his younger brother, only in that town did you remember this guy was two years older than yourself and you outranked him.

He shuffled a bit, “They’re okay, Tom’s got himself together… he’s getting married next week…” Another fidget from the man, “I’m best man and I need a date for it… ‘or else’…” Trailed off with a laugh.

Then it dawned on you, “Are you asking me?” A slight nod, “To be your date? To your brother’s wedding?”

“There a problem? Got a boyfriend?” Your head shook to him, “Apparently I’m wearing a light purple tie, don’t know if you want t’ match or…?”

Scouring for a lilac dress when you got home, panicking… “Y/N, are you okay?” It was your mother, maybe she could help.

“I’ve been invited to a wedding… as a date, and something about a lilac tie…” Shoulders held like she always did when you freaked out.

“Alright, calm down, you’re a frontline medic for crying out loud… sit down…” On your bed, she joined you, “The only wedding I know of is Tommy and Beth’s… oh my gosh… it’s Simon, isn’t it? He always did make some googly eyes at you…”

“No he doesn’t!” Like a teenage girl you stood and folded your arms, “Mummy, I need help…”

“Be warned, it’s vintage…” That meant it was either ruffled or sleek… you were hoping for the latter.

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john price as a dad (part three) [ price ]

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- You’re at work, neither of your parents can take care of the boys and he has to go to base to sort some things out.

- So your 4 year old is having his hand held and he’s got your 2 year old tucked into his winged arm

- EVERYONE on base is shocked, firmly shocked. That’s even before he gets to TF141

- However, Johnny is walking and sees that familiar hat of Price’s. Seeing him walking with two kids in throw. He takes a double take before sprinting to find Gaz

- John is oblivious to this as he continues to the meeting room

- Simon’s already in the meeting room, your 4 year old stares and asks for ‘up’ from this absolute stranger with a mask on. “I like your mask…” John’s heart melts, as he begins to tug at the material

- “Thank you. You look jus’ like your dad…” And gave his hair a ruffle, and your eldest laughed at Simon. “Even has your smile, doesn’t he?”

- “That he does…” John stated while setting down your youngest, on the table.

- “Fuckin’ hell, Price! This is what you were hidin’!” It was Johnny, with Gaz behind him with a massive smile on his face- a rare sight.

- “Language, Sergeant…” Price’s tone finalised, “That’s an order.”

- “They’re clones of you, sir…” Gaz pushed past the Scotsman hogging the doorway. “Why didn’t you tell us you had kids?”

- A shrug from their Captain, “T’ keep ‘em safe… that’s all I want for my boys…”

- Johnny finally saddled up on a wheelie chair, “And what do we call ‘em, sir? Price Two and Price Three?”

- With arms folded and a smile on his face, “No, that’s not necessary. Our eldest is Buck and youngest is Buddy,”

- “Wait does this mean you’ve got a girlfriend, too?”

- “Well I didn’t make them on my own, did I, Johnny? And as a matter of fact, she’s Mrs Price…”

- Let’s just say the boys ordered for the Buck and Buddy to be brought back to base or they be invited over to the Price household to see them again

- Swearing is forbidden around the boys, and Price sanctions the guys for doing so.

- “Fucks sake-,”

- “Alright, twenty push ups, Soap!”

- Another time, “That’s absolute bullshit!”

- “Gaz, you know what to do…”

- He’s raising his boys to be gentlemen, and with the help of the 141 crew- they are

- You meet 141 on a camping trip you and the boys were invited on.

- Seeing for yourself how well the squad actually take of your sons, like they were their actual brothers

- Ghost would give them water and food- chatting with them and Buck constantly played with his mask

- Johnny would play with them, feigning defeat in races with your eldest and play wrestling with little Buddy

- Gaz would logically try to use as many words as possible, not realising the limited vocabulary children that age had

- They were all adorable, you think Buck even managed to unmask Simon at one point and John told you, “he doesn’t let just ANYONE do that…”

- John was secretly proud his son managed to get the mask off

- Buck would enlist as an Army Engineer at 18… “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

- “I’m not fighting in wars- I’m fixing the damage and swear jar, dad,” He realised Buck would be fine.

- Buddy even followed in his footsteps and they were the renowned Price brothers

- John was never wanting for more kids because your boys were enough to handle and they respected the pair of you

- But they’d found a family deep seated in the military and would forever say, “we’ve got the best dad in world…” even into their adulthood

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