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pimosworld · 11 months

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The story of us chapter 3

Pairing -Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary-Set before the reader and the boys are officially together and how it all came to be.

CW-18+,MDNI,individual warnings for each chapter.Angst,fluff,comfort,mentions of ptsd,cursing,mlm, brief mention of homophobia,mentions of sex, canon events,we hate tom. Please let me know if I forgot any warnings.

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Chapter Summary- The boys discuss your future and your past.

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Notes-See Masterlist for full story notes

[Series Masterlist]

Chapter III The deal is off

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The further he gets from your house the more you feel the weight lifting off your shoulders. You glance up at Benny watching his eyes as he makes sure your boyfriend ex gets in his car and drives away. You don’t know if he even realizes he’s rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder to steadily ground himself.

“I hope you don’t mind if we stay?” He glances at you with those puppy dog eyes and you can’t resist.

“I would be upset if you wanted to leave.” You can feel him relax against you as he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Come on honey, let's go inside.” You’re too exhausted to notice him helping you through the most menial task of standing and walking inside your own house.

As you enter you see Frankie putting your table where it should be and Will surveying the hole in your wall and Santi…grabbing his keys? Of course he was leaving, all of this was too much. You couldn’t ask him to stay after dealing with your shitty ex. His eyes meet yours and you desperately try to wipe the tears welling in your eyes,putting on the best Im okay smile you can muster.

As if he can read your mind he strides over to you with confidence as he pulls you into a tight hug. You can smell his cologne on his neck as he cradles the back of your head with one hand and places a soft kiss on your temple.

“Cariño I’m not leaving, I just need to grab something from the truck.” You reluctantly let him go and have a seat on your couch.

The events of the last few hours seem like a blur. You have so many questions you need answers too but is now even the right time to ask? What are these feelings you have brewing for the men you’ve known your entire adult life? It has to be the vulnerable state you’re in causing these inappropriate thoughts. You had a boyfriend less than ten minutes ago. A poor excuse for one and frankly seemed like your only option.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when Benny plops down next to you and grabs the remote. Frankie sits on the other side of you and pulls you against his broad chest relaxing against the arm rest. Okay so we’re not going to talk about it…that’s fine with me.

“I’m gonna come fix the hole on Friday, it’s my day off.” Will states as he makes his way to the kitchen to grab some beers from your fridge. You’ve missed the way they all fit into your life so easily. You’re trying your best to choke back the tears that have been threatening to spill since they arrived.

Santi toes the door open with his boot as his arms are full of grocery bags. “ I got all your favorites honey.” You can feel the lump tightening in your throat and your chest constricting-what is happening?

“Well I know what we’re watching.�� Benny smiles at you as he selects the Mummy your favorite from the Netflix recently watched list.

You’re getting hot and they feel too close, it’s all too much. Not addressing the elephant in the room shouldn’t be this hard but it’s making your skin crawl.

Will comes over and hands Benny a beer as he gets comfortable on the loveseat. “I think Santi is making you something stronger.” He winks at you and you’re grateful you’re seated because you would have been in a puddle on the floor at that moment. Are they doing this on purpose?

Santi rounds the couch and sets his beer and your margarita on the coffee table.

“You’re in my seat.”

“Come on man there are no assigned seats.” Ben whines as he slumps down to the floor in front of you. Always doing as he’s told despite the protests.

You’re surely on the verge of a heart attack as the pain surges through your chest. The lump in your throat makes it hard to swallow and you don’t know how long you’ve been holding your breath.

Frankie senses too late what is happening as you stiffen against him, your shirt is clinging to you and your breaths have become ragged, you grip his thigh trying to ground yourself as the pressure consumes you.

“Honey?” You don’t hear him call you as he leans in, drowned out by your own thoughts of why you deserve this treatment. Too caught up in your self loathing to comprehend that they’re trying to pull you out.

Santi hands you a Reese's, your favorite candy. You stare with your palm open like it holds all of life’s answers. The damn breaks as you sob into Frankie’s chest. They’re all staring at you wide eyed and concerned as he consoles you.

“Shhh… I know it’s a lot. It’s gonna be ok hermosa.”

He knows all too well how it feels when you're drowning above water. No one can see the signs until it’s too late. The feeling like you’re suffocating but you have plenty of oxygen at your disposal. Every breath you take isn’t enough to stop the barrage of tears once they start.

“I told you to get sour patch kids.” Ben half whispers to Santi. Your crying turns to laughter and you’re sure they’re convinced you’ve lost your mind.

You take a few deep breaths into Frankie’s chest, inhaling his woodsy scent and faintly hearing his coaching your breathing. You can feel the steady rise and the fall of his chest.

“Thank you.” You say barely above a whisper.

Frankie squeezes your shoulder simultaneously with Santi squeezing your leg. A calm silence falls over the group as the tension recedes from your body.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to thank us, you’ve saved us more times than this.” Will…always the voice of reason. “This is our fault.” You open your mouth to protest but he raises a gentle hand.

“We’ve let you save us too many times, we’ve become so reliant on you that we failed to see when you needed us.”

You don’t really know what to say at this moment so you open your favorite candy and take a bite. It’s never tasted this good. You give Benny the other half as he half bites your finger causing you to giggle. You offer one to Frankie and he happily obliges.

“Mmm my guilty pleasure.” The double meaning is lost on you.

You offer one to Will and your fingers brush as he takes it from you. “Only because you offered.” Ever the gentleman.

“Before you even offer I’m not eating it.” Stubborn as a mule.

“Santiago…if you don’t take it I'm going to cry again.” Not your best tactic but it will surely work.

He groans in protest as he takes it from your hand.

“You have to eat it too.” Frankie barks out a laugh that makes you swell with pride.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers in your ear as he squeezes your waist. The barrage of emotions you’re feeling right now can only be described as delirium.

“As you wish for cariño.” Santi slowly puts the chocolate in his mouth, not breaking eye contact. The air in the room is leaving for completely different reasons. You are in trouble

Three margaritas deep and your sadness has quickly been replaced by your drunken state.

“Please just admit they’re all hot.”

“Honey, you say this every time we watch this.” Benny is resting his head on the cushion between you and Frankie.

You’re playing with his hair as he leans into your touch.

“Tell me…you don’t think they’re attractive?” The alcohol has you feeling a little bold and relaxed. Something you haven’t felt in weeks.

“Oh they’re definitely attractive…so how did you end up with Mike if you find them attractive?” Frankie slaps him in the back of his head as a hush falls over the room.

He’s right, how did you end up with him? You can’t even be mad at his question. You can however dish it back.

“I can’t date all of you and evidently you’re the most eligible bachelors in town…so the rest of us get Mike and people like him.”

You miss the knowing glances they all send each other as your head slumps back on Frankie’s shoulder.

You don’t know when you fell asleep or how you ended up tucked into your bed but a sudden panic falls over you at the thought of being alone. That is until you hear the low sounds of the tv still on in your living room and the not so quiet sound of Benny's voice. You can sleep peacefully knowing they would never leave.

****

“Will you lower your voice,you’re gonna wake her up.” Santi bristles at Benny as he emerges from your kitchen with more beers.

Benny has had his fair share of tequila and can’t possibly be in control of the octave in his voice.

“Listen…all I’m saying is we already spend every moment of our lives together,it wouldn’t be that big a deal.” He’s half whispering and shouting and his brother just rolls his eyes.

“No.” Santi deadpans just staring at the tv, anything to take his mind off the ridiculous proposal from Benny. He looks to Frankie for some help but he’s too preoccupied with the animated way Benny is flailing his arms as he talks and he knows he’s lost his comrade to the tequila as well. He’s seen that look in Frankie’s eyes so many times. The look he’s given him when he’s feeling flirtatious. The look you all give each other from time to time.

“I don’t recall you being the boss of me Santiago.” He says in a sing-song tone, Frankie can’t help the giggle that escapes him watching the antics unfold.

“You’re outnumbered anyway,Frankie was already planning on asking her out and I know my brother is in love with her.”

“Leave me out of this.” Will says half asleep from the loveseat.

“I would rather have her in my life and be alone than not have her in my life at all if me or any of you idiots broke her heart.”

A silence falls over the room as they all ponder what life would be like without you in it.

Surprisingly Frankie breaks the silence first before Benny can cause anymore annoyance to his half drunk and sleepy cohorts.

“We almost didn’t have her in our lives because of that asshole…so I’m willing to try and see where this goes.”

Santi huffs a laugh to himself as he runs his hands down his face. “And you’re both gonna be fine with whoever she chooses?” The question on everyone’s minds lingers in the air.

“I trust you guys more than anyone and I’d be happier if she was with one of us than some guy I know would break her heart.” Benny always wore his heart on his sleeve,never backing down to defend one of them or you.

“Fine…do what you want but when it all blows up in our faces just know I will never forgive you for ruining what he had.”

Benny leans back against Frankie on the couch, a triumphant grin on his face as he’s lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest. He is so content like this, dreaming of you and finally able to relax for the first time in weeks knowing you’re safe and he has everything he could ever ask for under one roof.

It’s settled then, the deal is off.

***

10 years ago

They’re all crowded into the mess hall after another boring day of cleaning and bitch work. The air is thick with tension since they haven’t been on assignment in weeks, not since Frankie’s near death injury. Frankie wasn’t thinking clearly when he was stabbed in the side, he hadn’t properly swept the room…preoccupied with his thoughts after hearing a gunshot close by and wondering if it was Santi or Benny injured. He doesn’t know when things started to shift for him but as the weeks went on he felt more than friendship for his comrades. It nearly got him killed.

Frankie’s never been that close to death and Santi has been distant since. The thought of losing him pushed feelings to the surface he’s never felt before. He didn’t know how to handle them, of course he loved his friends and would lay down his life for them but this was something else. He was never good at addressing his feelings and so he ran. He couldn’t physically go anywhere so into his mind he went.

It made everyone on edge, Frankie had a sadness in his eyes and Benny wanted to help him anyway he can but he pushed him away. They were all fracturing as though weeks prior they weren’t the closest they’ve ever been.

Will constantly snapped at his brother telling him to get his shit together, Tom snapped at all of them for being so caught up in anything besides their jobs. They were acting anything but the special ops soldiers that they were. Too many feelings were involved causing them to implode.

“Davis,Garcia,Morales,Millers…report to the briefing room nineteen hundred hours.” The sound of the lieutenant colonel causing a bush to fall over the room. He exits swiftly on his feet in his crisp army fatigues.

“Fuck.” Tom says not so quietly “I knew you guys were gonna fuck this up acting all weird.”

“Fuck you.” Frankie spits back at Tom as he stands with his tray to leave the hall. Santi and Benny can’t hide the grin spreading across their faces. It’s the most he’s said in weeks and they’ll cling to that small gesture if it’s all they can get.

Benny looks up at Will and sees the heartbreak in his eyes, he knows that being in delta is everything to him, he wishes he could take it as seriously as his brother does. He hopes things haven’t been ruined for all of them and he vows to try harder for him if they can get a second chance. He mouths a silent “I’m sorry.” To his brother which he returns with a smile and for the first time in weeks Ben feels like he can breathe a little.

They’re all silent as they make their way to the briefing room, the unanswered question looming among them. A million thoughts swimming in their head about their future. Would they be disciplined?demoted?discharged? None of it feels right to think about.

Of course they arrive 15 minutes early, all of them too nervous to wait any longer. As they approach the room a soft voice is heard through the door followed by laughter from the colonel. He’s laughing? They didn’t think the man was capable of anything but surly disposition. They exchange confused glances amongst each other as Tom opens the door first.

You’re leaning against the desk with your arms folded across your chest, the crinkle in your eyes and the small dimple in your cheeks is the least distracting thing about you as you laugh at something the colonel said. The standard issue army shirt and pants do nothing to hide your figure and it takes Frankie a moment to realize Tom is the only one seated at the desks.

You turn to face them as the four men are left gaping in the doorway like fools.

“Have a seat.” The colonel pulls them from their thoughts as you clear your throat and stand at attention in the front of the room. The smile has dropped from your face as you level them with your intense gaze. Intentionally making eye contact with each of them as they move to sit down.

Ben awkwardly crashes into Santi causing the desk to scratch against the floor and he hopes the floor would swallow him whole at this moment.

They’re the picture of imperfection and the farthest thing from highly trained soldiers, looking at the moment more like highschool teenagers. You drop your head to crack a smile but Will catches the way you clear your throat to disguise the laughter.

“Gentleman, this is your new combat medic, I wanted you all to meet and become acquainted before your new assignment next week.” The colonel says your name and Santi is repeating it in his head as many times as necessary so as not to forget, he wasn’t always good with names but he didn’t want to forget yours.

Frankie’s mind drifts elsewhere as relief floods him knowing they wouldn’t be disciplined for whatever he thought the military knew about his their situation. He feels a little bad that the previous medic had been discharged but it was her job to try and save their lives in the event something happened. He thought that day may have been his last as he watched her shakily stitch him up and eventually Will moved her out of the way and finished opting for his horrible stitch job and steady hands to hers.

“You can talk in here but be back to your quarters before curfew,understood.”

A resounding yes sir from the group and he’s exiting the room but not before he smiles at you.

Santi notices and thinks how wildly inappropriate it may have been or maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, but he can’t necessarily blame the colonel for shameless flirting. There was a draw about you that he couldn’t shake.

“I’m Sant-

“Im Fran-

They begin introductions at once and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you at their eagerness. Santi glares at his friend and Frankie raises his hand in mock surrender.

“I’m Santiago Garcia but you can call me pope.”

“I’m Will and that’s my brother Benny.”

“I’m Fraancisco Morales but you can call me Frankie.” He blushes slightly and you’re unsure why he would be embarrassed by his name.

As if on cue Benny clears his throat “You can call him Fish actually.” Frankie groans and raises his hand to shield his face from you.

“I’ll kill you” he mouths to Benny and any nerves you had for this introduction and joining this tight knit group are slowly dissipating.

You don’t have the heart to tell them the colonel has already told you as much as he could about each of them and of course that included their names. You knew as much about each of them as a small file could tell you except for the fact that they were distractingly handsome and beautiful.

It’s almost unreal that they all ended up together as if they were some inappropriate military calendar that you could buy at the cheap corner store. Even Tom who has yet to introduce himself had some appeal.

“So what are your qualifications?”

Maybe not

“You must be Tom.” He gapes at you unsure of how you knew his name, before he can open his mouth for a reply you raise your hand at him.

You walk the short distance to the desk he’s seated at as you place your hands on the front coming almost eye level with him.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t qualified and I certainly don’t need to list my years of experience or accolades to you. The colonel isn’t going to send me home because for some reason you might not like me or deem me to be unfit.”

It’s embarrassing and Frankie is grateful to whatever god above that your attention is honed in on Tom as he adjusts the growing bulge in his pants at your unwillingness to back down from a challenge.

“I’m only going to say this once, when you’re bleeding out from a stab wound or a gunshot, I’m the one you want by your side.” You lean away from the desk as Tom stands to tower over you. You still don’t shy away as he comes toe to toe with you. You could hear a pin drop as they all hold their breath awaiting his response.

“Honey listen, I’m only going to say this once. I’m the only one in this group that gives orders.” Tom smirks at the rage filling your eyes,hoping he can back you down and thinking he’s successful as you move to leave the room. You stop just short of the door as you turn on your heels.

“If you call me honey again it will be the last time you speak.” He laughs and some of the tension leaves the room as they all let out a breath.

“Sure thing honey bee but I don’t know what you think you’re gonna do.”

You open the door to leave, throwing a mischievous grin over your shoulder. “Bees do sting you know.”

It’s quiet for a moment after you leave, despite Tom's gruff introduction it seems you fit right in.

“We need some rules.” Tom says first and Will nods in agreement.

“Do not fuck her.”

“Jesus Tom who said anything about that.” Frankie should be ashamed for coming back at him so harshly, seeing as though he was having some trouble concealing that he wanted to do just that earlier.

“That was mostly directed at Pope, but after your little injury I figured we needed to lay down some ground rules.”

Santi hangs his head, he can’t protest not with the way his reputation was and the fact that he may have inadvertently played a role in Frankie being injured.

“He’s right,we need to tighten up and get our shit together. We can’t have this getting complicated with our lives on the line and I don’t want to lose another medic.” Will always the voice of reason.

“Okay but what about after?” Benny is half joking,half serious. Will slaps the back of his head as Frankie tries to conceal his laughter.

“No…I don’t care if it’s years down the line, we don’t need to complicate this anymore or ruin any friendships.” It’s the honesty in Santis voice that has Benny and Frankie sure that this is the way it has to be.

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⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Gɪʏᴜᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ, Kʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ Rᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ, Mᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ Tᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), Mɪᴛsᴜʀɪ Kᴀɴᴊᴏʀɪ, Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ Iɢᴜʀᴏ, Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ, Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ Kᴏᴄʜᴏ & Tᴇɴɢᴇɴ Uᴢᴜɪ x M!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

a/n - i dont feel good so i decided to cope with writing. writing for csm now too because everyone is so fucking horny. you do you obvs but i dont like how when i check tags and literally all nsfw,, anyways titled "quite the opposite" hope you like this collection of drabbles. i don't prohibit fem aligned accs interaction just... don't fetishize mlm relationships. listened to eric cartman's ver of poker face while writing. good music.

↬ cw: canon typical angst (slight, mostly just fluff), injuries, reader's a bit older around late 20's.

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Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps knew about him. Known as "The Hashira who refused to retire", he worked for Kagaya Ubuyashiki for twelve years. Famous for defeating a vast number of Lowermoon demons, as well as clashing against Uppermoon demons more than once. And every time he did, he always came back alive. He watched the downfall of multiple slayers and hashiras alike, survived unreal horrors for almost a decade, and yet he persisted in continuing his job. Despite the multiple scars that littered his body, severed arm, and blind eye, he remained one of the strongest Hashira ever to exist.

People assumed his distant and quiet attitude was due to his experience as a Hashira. He was strict and terrifying when training slayers and was rather uptight and dismissive when it comes to casual conversations. Either way, he's always so respectful and polite to his peers. So, more often than not, curious slayers ask his significant other; "How do you even get along with him?" They'd always tell them how he's quite the opposite...

Just, how so?

Giyuu never expected this when he got himself into a relationship with him. He was literally quite the opposite of how Shinobu described him.

The moment Giyuu give him the clear to be physically affectionate to him, he was quite literally all over him. His hand loves to roam his skin whenever he's close to him. It starts from caressing his cheek, tracing down to his jawline, then to his neck while giving it small, loving kisses, then to his chest. He always has a hand on Giyuu, no matter where they are.

On missions, at their shared estate, or casually walking outside, his hand is either on his shoulder, the small of his back, or holding his. Giyuu also didn't take him to be the clingy type.

"...We have to get up, dear..." Giyuu sighed for the nth time that morning, wriggling from his grasp. For a man with only one arm left, Giyuu struggled to get out of his hold. "We have work to do..." Yet, despite his words, his own arms clung around him, gripping his kimono and burying his face against his chest.

Letting out a small yawn, he just rested his chin on top of his head, his voice making his chest rumble lightly. "5 more minutes..." He responded, half asleep. Giyuu sighed once more, his hand playing with his hair. "You said that 30 minutes ago..."

He blinked, a little more awake, but proceeded to close his eyes and ignore the sunlight that was seeping into their room. "Well, how come you haven't pushed me off?" He teased, a small smile etching his features, "You're a lot stronger than this."

Giyuu sighed against his skin, embarrassed. It only earned a small chuckle from him.

No one has made him feel so treasured in his life before. He was so loving, understanding, and patient with him. He wasn't exactly talkative, but he always talks to Giyuu, especially behind closed doors. From stories about when he was a fresh slayer, how his day has been, or nothing of relevance at all, Giyuu always listens.

Because he talks to him, spends time with him, cares for him, and loves him. Waking up in the morning wasn't a chore anymore when he has him by his side. Even during his darkest times, when he cried and felt like he didn't deserve to be alive, he would always stay by his side. Holding him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he comforted him.

Giyuu has never been so vulnerable in front of someone.

"Let's stay like this for a little bit," He says, pressing kisses against his forehead. Giyuu could only let out a grunt, pulling him closer. His face flushed when he heard him let out a small laugh, pulling the blanket back up to cover them.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"...Let's just tell Oyakata-sama you're aging."

"Wh- I'm not that old!" He huffed humorously, shaking his head. He doesn't miss the small, pretty smile on Giyuu's lips.

"You should quit drinking, Rengoku-san."

"You should retire," Shinjuro shot back, taking a swig of his sake. "You look horrible compared to the last time I saw you." Anyone who could see this interaction between the ex-coworkers, people would assume he would take offense to Shinjuro's words, but all he did was let out a wholehearted laugh, slapping his knee.

As it turns out, the two of them knew each other quite well. It was the first time in years since Kyojuro and Senjuro see a small glimmer of life in their father's eyes. Shinjuro huffed, pouring his guest a cup of sake. He seemed more sober than usual, which surprised the brothers. "Just because I quit didn't mean you can get with my son,"

Kyojuro flushed when his father mentioned that, coughing on his fist and instead focused on eating his dinner. Kyojuro could feel his sudden wave of nervousness beside him, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That wasn't my intention... It just happened, I suppose."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Shinjuro slammed his fist against the table, making the brothers flinch but all he did was smile, patting the retired Hashira's back whilst he discreetly passed the sake to Senjuro to hide it. Oh, he was definitely drunk now, so he took action. "Now now, I swear it wasn't. How about you get some rest for tonight?"

He shot Kyojuro a look of reassurance before leading Shinjuro to his room, letting the man grumble at you while you continued to softly speak to him, carrying his weight.

That was quite the opposite of what he expected how his first dinner with his family, with him, included. Kyojuro expected indifference from his father, especially when they were ex-coworkers. He expected him to be distant, or uncomfortable throughout the whole dinner.

He was nothing but helpful. He got along with Senjuro so well, despite meeting for the first time. The boy was intimidated at first, never seeing a man as scarred and tall as him, but when he offered to help in the kitchen? Senjuro grew comfortable around him almost instantly. He was very careful in the kitchen, aware of his size and Senjuro, plus his cooking was really good so the young boy learned a lot from the veteran cook.

All the while, Kyojuro just fell harder for him. He didn't expect him to be so affectionate when they first got into a relationship, maybe even more than him. But seeing him get along with his family so well? It made a warm feeling blossom in his chest, a wide grin on his face.

Kyojuro could see how much he cares for all of them. Helping Senjuro with his chores, talking to Shinjuro as if the two of them were equals, and loving Kyojuro despite everything. He has never seen his family like this in a long time, and he just knows he would be just fantastic once they make their own family.

"Thinking about it again?" He mumbled, pressing a small kiss on Kyojuro's temple. He couldn't deny it, face flushing and laughing lightly. He could always tell what was going through his head.

"Of course! You'd made a good father, it's just in your nature!" It was his turn to get flustered, not meeting his eyes but keeping his hand on his cheek, caressing it.

Kyojuro's heart stuttered when he saw his expression and was about to refute his previous statement, but stopped himself when he pressed his forehead against Kyojuro's, smiling tenderly at his lover.

"Alright, I've always wanted to start a family, even more so now that I'm with you."

↬ platonic/familial

Out of all the Hashiras Muichiro spent time with, moments with him were more memorable than the rest.

Sat in front of a koi pond, watching the clouds go by, hands folded neatly on his lap. He listened to him hum a soft tune as he brushed Muichiro's long hair. It became one of their favorite activity when both of them are free. He liked the feeling of his hands playing with his hair, especially when he tied his hair in different hairstyles.

Muichiro enjoys it when he braids his hair. He was very gentle, despite his big, scarred hands. It was practiced as if he's done this a hundred times before. Muichiro can faintly remember the first time he asked him to tie his hair, so perhaps he's done it so much before him.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, voice quiet and gentle, like the winds blowing through his hair, "You forgot to eat lunch." Muichiro blinked, slowly nodding his head.

"Really?" He frowned, clutching his uniform. "Sorry..." He only let out a soft chuckle, a big hand patting his head. Muichiro just huffed, pushing his hand away. "Don't apologize, you can't help it." He says as he got up from behind him, holding out a hand for him to take.

"I can make you lunch before the meeting." Muichiro's eyes brightened, taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. At that, his stomach rumbled loudly, which made his cheeks burn up. "...Your cooking is something I can't forget."

He gave him a small smile, lightly pinching his cheek. Muichiro could only groan in annoyance but didn't push him away. It was rare to see the oldest Hashira smile. It was bright as the sun, shining amongst the fog that clouded his mind. He wanted to remember it. "Is that so? I'm honored." He gives out a small laugh, bringing a smile to Muichiro's face.

Muichiro always feel like he could rely on him. Safe; is what he feels whenever he's with him. The youngest Hashira was glad that he, a man that had seen horrors for a decade now, kept treating the people close to him very compassionately. Muichiro wanted to call him something sort of a familial term because it just feels right.

He's too embarrassed to do so, though. But he knows he needn't because he looks at him as if he was his own child anyways.

Muichiro grabbed hold of his hand, eliciting a raised brow from the older man but Muichiro kept a blank face. He just let out a silent chuckle, gently squeezing his hand. "I'll make your favorite, is that okay?"

Muichiro squeezed back, nodding his head enthusiastically. "Okay."

He treated him differently like everyone else, quite the opposite if you will. He was a gentle reminder. Of his everyday life, of who he truly is, a child, and of his duties.

He was the end of her.

Everything she dreamt in a man, all of them fell on him. Mitsuri was in love. He was strong, fearsome in battle, and one of the most powerful Hashiras known to date. People both feared and admired him, but his scarred face, tall figure, and big body didn't scare her the slightest.

She genuinely wanted to get to know him better! He was distant, but also looked rather lonely. And with her friendliness and determination, she was rewarded with the fruit of her labor; a side of him that only a few ever got to experience. A side that was quite the opposite of how he looked like!

"What are you talking about?" He frowned, staring at her in disbelief. Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze, heart pounding against her chest. Gosh, he's so cute when he looks at her like that! "Is someone badmouthing you? Who? I'll deal with them-"

Mitsuri cut him off, shaking her head with a shaky smile on her lips and flustered face. "N-no! It's just... the lovers I had in the past... Well, they d-disliked my hair and stuff..." She explained, hands playing with one of her braids nervously. Now he was just confused, hand reaching for her round cheeks. She held back a sob, leaning against his touch and pressing her body against his. "They don't like how s-strong I am and... I'm so scared that... you think so too..."

He leaned down, kissing away the tears that rolled down her cheeks and caressing her pretty face. "How foolish of them to think like that of you when you're the prettiest women I've ever laid my eyes on," He whispered in her ear, making her shudder and grip his haori. She became flustered, stumbling over her words but he didn't give her time to respond.

"I love how your hair goes from pink to green, I love your light green eyes that remind me of matcha, the moles on your cheeks, your personality, and how strong you are." With each spoken devotion, he tells her, he presses a kiss on her plump lips, leaving her panting as a smile crept on her face.

"Mitsuri Kanjori, I love you just the way you are. You are beautiful and unique. Those men pushed you aside because they didn't see how much of a wonderful person you are." He wiped the stray tears that continued to fall, but his shoulders sagged in relief when he heard her let out a small giggle. Capturing her lips once more in a kiss, longer and more passionate, Mitsuri's arms wrapped around his shoulders.

He was everything that Misturi dreamt of ever since she joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Strong, someone who made her feel safe and protected, but also someone who made her feel loved. Someone who accepted her for who she truly is. He was a very sweet guy, she doesn't understand why rumors about him being unpleasant spread in the first place!

"I understand why you were worried but..." He muttered once he pulled away, panting lightly, "I feel lucky to have you... Especially when I look like this..." He sheepishly smiled.

Mitsuri could only hug him tight, eyes sparkling in adoration.

"What are you talking about? You're the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on!"

Similar to him, he had scars. More than Obanai had. However, he never tried to cover them. He wore them with pride, a great reminder of all the treacherous battles he fought against demons. His scars showed his strength, screaming 'I survived!'. He was quite the opposite of him, in a sense.

Obanai envied him sometimes, but that envy is immediately chased away by him.

"Do they still hurt?" He asked, concern evident in his eyes. His thumb traced the scars that stretched up to his cheeks, hissing a little when throbbed. His hand flinched away, but Obanai grabbed his wrist, keeping it pressed against his skin. "Let me..." His fingers slowly began to lightly knead against his skin, massaging his scar.

It was the first time he's shown him his scars and frankly, he was quite nervous. He shouldn't be when he had more than Obanai did, but he was. His scars made him look terrifying, and they always reminded him of that damn demon.

But the moment he took off the bandages on his mouth, he looked at him differently than he expected. It wasn't pitying, nor disgust, it was understanding. Accepting. Loving. Relieved, that he trusted him enough to show his scars to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

And now that he was massaging his aching scars, he was experiencing bliss. For a moment, he had forgotten the pain the scars brought to him and only felt the soothing touches against them. It was a first for him to feel at ease with someone seeing his unmasked self. His true self.

"What about yours?" Obanai's gaze rested upon him, eyeing the multiple scars that littered across his face, glancing at the scarred limb of your amputated arm. Obanai's hands slowly trailed up to his face, doing the same soothing rolls of his fingers against his scars.

He let out a pleased sigh and smiled at Obanai. "Well, not anymore." He chuckled, pressing light kisses on his scars, one on his left and another on his right. Obanai couldn't help but sigh as well, heat creeping up to his neck.

"Thank you," He whispered, fingers delicately trailing his scar.

Obanai faintly smiled, chasing the warmth of his hand. "Thank you too,"

He was the calm, gentle wind that caresses your skin on a cool, cloudy day, while Sanemi was the chaotic, frenetic winds that make you tumble on a stormy night. Quite the opposite of him, and just what he needed in his life.

He was balance. The one who knew Sanemi deep inside, maybe even more than he knew himself.

"Rough day?" He whispers quietly to Sanemi whilst he raked his fingers through his hair, shifting his legs slightly to make his lap more comfortable for Sanemi to lie on. He could only nod his head to him, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "One of those days?" He nodded again, closing his eyes.

"Alright love, just rest." He brushed the hairs on his forehead, calloused but tender fingertips traced the scars on his face lovingly. He always told Sanemi how much he adored his scars, it made him feel so proud deep inside, that despite the struggles he went through, he was still here. Alive and fighting.

Sanemi wanted to say the same to him. He had far more scars than he'd ever seen on a person. So many disabilities and yet he strives for a better future where demons are eradicated and everyone is at peace. He never got the chance to say those words, but he knew he could tell just by the look in Sanemi's eyes. He thanked him for that night, and Sanemi's face turned red.

His touch against the sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine, earning another sigh from him. This time, it was a pleased one, as Sanemi's hands reached for his. "I've got you, okay?" He murmurs, voice so deep and soft that it's slowly lulling him to sleep.

People rumored him to be a terrifying and unpleasant man. Rumors were just rumors though, because he's more gentle than the light rains on cloudy days, more gentle than the soft tunes of birds singing in the morning. He treated Sanemi as if he were the most vulnerable thing in the world. And while he despised it at first, he never knew how much he craved such affection.

He was the calm to Sanemi's storm.

"Dislocated jaw, concussion, broken arm," Shinobu listed all the injuries he acquired from his last mission, brow twitching in irritation. He could hear the exasperation in her voice, a small smile forming on his lips despite his poor condition, "Sprained ankle, bruises in multiple parts of your body, a few broken ribs— why are you up?"

Shinobu looked away from him to read through his diagnosis, so why was he sitting up from his bed the moment she turns back to him? Her smile wavered as she held back the urge to scold him further when he stood up, slightly wobbling towards her.

"M'fine," He says, leaning down to look at her properly, eyes softening as his hand stiffly reached for her face, smoothing the creases that formed between her brows while pressing featherlight kisses under her eyes, right on the apple of her cheeks. "I could barely feel the pain."

Shinobu sighed, both from frustration and contentment. She let the smile fall from her lips and just leaned against his warm touch. Pressing her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him back. It forced him to walk backward until he reached the bed, sitting back down.

"Stupid," She grumbled under her breath, standing on her tiptoes to inch closer to his waiting lips, her heart beating faster hand she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You should've avoided fighting that Uppermoon."

Pink dusted her cheeks when she saw the amused glimmer in his eye, tilting his head and letting their lips brush against each other, but not quite kissing yet. The grip she had on his kimono tightened, shooting him a glare for his teasing. All he could do was chuckle. "Sorry butterfly, Akaza says he's bored."

Shinobu scoffed, "You even know that demon's name?" Before she could complain further, or scold him for being reckless, he closed the gap between them, stealing Shinobu's breath away. His kisses were always so gentle and full of love. He kissed her as if it was his last, always pulling her close to him. It always made her weak in the knees.

"Don't worry, dear," He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smile widening when he saw her flushed face and the glare he grew to love, "I'll make it up to you."

She rolled her eyes at that, pushing him down on the bed, and forcing him to lie down. Grabbing the forgotten clipboard on the ground, she walked to the cart near his bed to get his medicine. "Start by listening to your doctor's orders." It only made him chuckle, nodding obediently.

He was quite the opposite of how people perceived him. Herself included.

It always makes her heart tremble whenever he smiles at her. It's always so genuine, and beautiful, similar to the smiles from multiple famous paintings she's seen. She's blessed to be one of the only few people to see this side of him. Unlike hers, it was cold and a mask. She once thought that by letting him see her true self, one she had forgotten herself ever since her sister died, he would dislike her. But she proved him wrong, loving her even more.

He was the only one who could see her frowns, and she was the only one who could see his smiles.

↬ wives included

Tengen never regretted for a single second adding him to his big family.

He gets along flamboyantly with his wives, maybe even more than himself. Even so, all Tengen could feel was pure joy and adoration when he sees him amongst his wives. The three of them showed him the ropes of their daily lives in their estate and slowly but surely, he's grown accustomed to it.

"Woah! You made all this!?" Suma marveled, leaving all four of them in awe. All he did was smile, gesturing enthusiastically for them to sit down. Right in front of them was a table full of grandiose food, all made with love. "Everyone was out, and I had a day off so I decided to cook something special." He explained, cheeks red as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Makio's mouth watered at how good all the food smelled, seating herself next to him with a huge grin on her face. "This all looks so good! Thank you so much!" She nudged his arm with her elbow, a sign of her appreciation.

Hinatsuru had a worried look on her face, sitting next to Makio and glancing at Tengen. "Shouldn't you be resting? That's why Oyakata-sama gave you a rest day... It's not like I don't appreciate though." She says with a gentle smile.

He let out a nervous chuckle, his smile widening when Tengen sat on his other side, fumbling with his fingers. "Ah well, that's not all I did today." His statement elicited raised brows from all four of them whilst they ate, "I did some chores... Cleaning, laundry, you name it."

His three wives and himself all looked at him in shock. "What!? You didn't have to do that!" Suma fretted, a frown evident on her lips. "Yeah! We could've done them all together..." Makio worriedly examined his face for any trace of exhaustion or any sort of pain.

But his smile remained, shyly playing with his kimono. "I... well, it's sort of a thank you for being so accepting of me..." He says, eyes softening when his gaze fell upon them. "Everyone has been so kind and patient to me, I just wanted to return the favor. I was tired, sure, but with all of you in mind, doing chores became quite enjoyable." He chuckled, sipping on his cup of tea.

If someone were to ask Tengen why he liked him when he was so dull and uptight. Well, firstly, he will say that he's quite the opposite of how they view him, then proceed to proudly preach how much of a flamboyant person he was! He was full of color, it was just never expressed to strangers and such. Now that he's one of his lovers, he was lucky enough to see the bundle of colors hidden behind his walls. He played a beautiful, gentle tune, that puts him to ease. All of these, he and his wives have been graced to experience them all.

He never fails to surprise Tengen, a big grin on his face whilst he let out a boisterous laugh. "How sweet of you! Thank you so much, my dear!" He said between laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss on your temple, earning a small giggle from him. His wives felt the same, fawning over him and showering multiple kisses on his face.

His smile was the most beautiful of them all, a part of him that he adored the most. That's why he promised himself to make him smile more as long as he's alive.

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PLENTY OF TIME

(HB x Tommy) (3.8K of new story)

CrackFic based on the @gracieispunk HBF!Joel series (that I am FUCKING OBSESSED with). HB (reader's husband) x Tommy Miller

**CHECK OUT THE NEWEST STORY IN THE HBF-VERSE FAKE BLOOD**

The moodboard represents MY head-canons and ONLY MY head-canons. Picture HB however you want!! (not you @strang3lov3 or @sr-lrn)

A/N & Warnings: I have some more of my own personal head-canons at the bottom of this fic. You can read them before, or after, or not at all. Please be aware this is MLM (Unprotected PinA, Oral M to M, come swallowing). If that isn’t your thing don’t read. I have never written MLM before so please be gentle with me. I appreciate your kindness.

Approved (and encouraged by) Gracie, but this IS NOT CANON

….(yet)

So this sordid little tale takes place during JEALOUS (please read that first). I’m not sure if Gracie meant to leave HB and Tommy alone in that hotel room for HOURS….. But somewhere deep inside her mind palace (lurking along the back corridors of the White Lotus)...... HB made sure that’s exactly what happened.

TEXT IN PINK IS PART OF JEALOUS - WRITTEN BY @gracieispunk

Your husband -HB- took Joel, Tommy, and all the guys, on a business trip for an architecture seminar.

Of course they didn’t have to come, but he insisted.

He who currently stands at the bar with Tommy, absolutely shit faced.

Joel’s other work friends hover around with the women they brought with them on the trip. Whether it’s their wives, girlfriends, or someone they met last week. Everyone is relaxed, despite the music thumping loud. Chatting and casually drinking beers, none of them as drunk as HB - who’s the only one who has to be up in less than 6 hours.

You stand in a short floral dress, your elbow perched on the table you’re seated at, your head in your hand. You pout as you sip your beer, because you rather be up in your hotel room with your book.

You try not to pout more as you watch Joel grind into another woman while they dance.

HB had drunkenly kissed you earlier and Joel wasn’t happy to witness that. Finding his revenge in one of the wives friends, who had supposedly been brought just for him.

He put the moves on her fast, laughing, and winking - and making you extremely jealous over a man that was indeed not your husband.

Joel looks over at you as he dances with her, raising his brows as his hands wander up the sides of her thighs like they do yours. You watch his hands and you can almost feel him on your legs instead.

It makes your stomach turn but you can’t stop watching. That is until Tommy gets your attention. He’s lugging a drunk HB over his shoulder.

“Think I’m gonna tuck this one in,” Tommy yells over the music.

You smile and nod before turning to HB who can’t even keep his eyes from rolling. You hold his face in your hand and completely miss the look of contempt Joel gives you, when he sees.

You lightly smack HB’s face and there’s hardly any response. You nod to Tommy to take him away and put him to bed.

Tommy drags HB into the elevator, the young couples already in it making room for them at the back. The other couples get off on the 3rd floor and Tommy shuffles HB off his shoulder for the remainder of the ride. HB stands up straight and stretches his back, all pretense gone, popping his neck and lowly groaning in the process.

“Took you long enough,” Tommy mutters. “Thought we were gonna be down there all fuckin’ night.” He crosses his arms, clearly pissed off.

“Relax, would ya?” HB reaches his hand to squeeze Tommy’s shoulder, lingering his touch. “Had to wait for the right time to get outta there.”

Tommy scoffs as the elevator dings, signaling the top floor arrival. HB squeezes Tommy’s shoulder harder and uses the grip to guide him out of the elevator and down the hall towards his room.

Once inside, HB stops just outside the bathroom and toes off his shoes. Tommy walks further into the large suite and sits down on the bed, shuffling off his shoes and socks and then moving quickly to unbutton his shirt. HB approaches him and grabs his hands, stalling his movements.

“Quit rushin’. I promise we’ve got time.”

“How can you be so sure?” Tommy looks up at him, brow still furrowed in frustration. HB runs his thumb across Tommy’s chin, sliding his palm across his stubbled-cheek and back into the hair on the side of his head, tugging lightly as he drags his fingers through it.

HB places his palms on top of Tommy’s thighs and lowers himself between the other man’s spread legs. Once on his knees he continues the slow unbuttoning of Tommy’s shirt, leaning forward to intermittently place gentle kisses on the edge of Tommy’s jaw. Tommy closes his eyes and breathes deeply, tension in his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“Everyone’s pretty preoccupied,” he hums, not revealing any of his secrets. He knows Tommy was expecting more alone time together tonight, but he had to put the work in to make sure they would remain uninterrupted. He also knows that the kisses he laid all over his beautiful young wife’s face hours ago began a chain reaction.

He sat back and watched the dominoes fall, planted at the bar with Tommy all night pretending to get drunker and drunker. Watching Joel grope his little date (that HB had insisted be invited), and observing the way his own wife’s mood grew more and more sour. Finally, when she and Joel couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, he knew that he and Tommy wouldn’t be missed.

His buttons undone, Tommy pushes the shirt off his shoulders and yanks the cuffs over his hands, tossing the shirt towards the foot of the bed. Impatiently, he grabs at his undershirt with one hand and it joins the other clothes on the floor. He reaches for HB’s already-loosened tie but his hand is slapped away.

HB pushes his hand flat on Tommy’s chest, guiding him to lay back on the mattress. He reaches for Tommy’s belt and in one fluid motion the buckle is undone, a swift jerk releases it from the loops on Tommy’s khakis. Tommy groans in anticipation, making HB smirk.

Tommy bucks his hips off the bed in anticipation, reaching down in his impatience to undo his own button and fly. They don’t get as much time like this together as they want, so they're often both eager, rushing to make each other come as quickly as possible with hands and mouths.

Not tonight. Tonight HB wants to take his time.

He runs his hands up Tommy’s torso and then back down to his hips, curling his hands into his trousers and pulling down. Tommy plants his feet on the ground and pushes his pelvis to the sky, allowing more freedom for HB to remove his pants and underwear together. As HB pulls them down Tommy’s legs he hooks his fingers in his socks as well, leaving Tommy completely bare.

Tommy throws his arm over his face, groaning again as the cold air from the room hits his flushed, leaking cock. Wasting no more time, HB leans forward, grabbing Tommy’s dick firmly at the base, and begins swirling his tongue around the foreskin-covered head.

After a few circles with his tongue he closes his lips around it, suckling gently and bobbing his head very slightly up and down. He begins to firmly but slowly pump his hand up and down the shaft, his grip gliding smoothly as Tommy’s velvety skin slides up and down underneath his fist.

Ignoring Tommy’s increasing mewls of pleasure, HB returns to running his tongue along the head, slipping his tongue under the skin. He glides it around the ridge and swipes it across the slit, licking up the precome steadily leaking out. Tommy seems to grow even harder under his attention, his cock now dark red and straining towards the sky.

HB gently pulls his fist down the shaft, dragging on the skin to reveal more of the head. The sensitive underside of Tommy’s cock now exposed, HB sticks his tongue out of his mouth and gently taps that part of Tommy’s cock against it. The soft, wet slapping noises are barely audible over Tommy’s whines.

HB shifts his body, ignoring his own painfully hardening cock in favor of paying attention to the gorgeous man laid out in front of him. Still gripping the shaft, he alternates rubbing the frenulum side to side with his tongue, and taking him into his mouth and closing his lips around him. Each time he takes Tommy into his mouth he swallows him down further.

With his free hand HB guides Tommy’s one thigh up, resting his foot on the edge of the bed. Tommy moves his other leg up on his own, opening himself up wide for HB between his legs. Not stopping what his right hand and mouth are doing, HB cups Tommy’s balls with his left hand, gently rolling them, applying light pressure to them, and tugging them ever so slightly.

Tommy’s arm is still laid across his face, working to muffle his moans. HB reaches up with his left hand and pushes Tommy’s arm off his face. He stretches to touch Tommy’s face, dragging his fingers down over his nose and slipping his index finger into Tommy’s mouth. Tommy begins to suck on HB’s finger, mimicking the rolling tongue movements he feels being done to him.

When Tommy releases HB’s finger he brings it back down to the apex of Tommy’s legs. HB removes his mouth from Tommy’s cock and lowers his mouth to his balls. He begins to lick each one thoroughly before beginning to gently suckle at them, alternating back and forth. Eventually he takes one at a time into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them and letting them bob around gently inside.

When Tommy’s balls are in HB’s mouth, lifted and out of the way, HB takes his spit-slicked finger and begins sliding it along the space behind Tommy’s balls. Tommy scrabbles to grab a pillow and covers his face with it just as a loud, wanton moan releases from his mouth. HB lets a low moan out himself, vibrating Tommy’s balls in his mouth, sending him further into ecstasy.

HB continues his ministrations, moving his finger back just a bit further and pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He dips his head down and begins to lap his tongue wetly along the area he just trailed his finger, letting Tommy’s noises guide him. Lazily pumping his fist over Tommy’s dick, he draws swirls and circles with the tip of his tongue along Tommy’s perineum and over his puckered hole.

Tommy is now incoherently babbling into the pillow nonstop as HB flicks his tongue back and forth, up and down. HB is waiting and he knows he won’t have to wait much longer. Almost as if on cue, Tommy throws the pillow off his face and keens the word please, his eyes scrunched closed and his face contorted as if in pain.

HB raises his face up and grips Tommy’s cock extra firm, making Tommy sit up on his elbows and suck a breath through his teeth. His eyes meet HB’s and then HB growls out just loud enough for Tommy to hear over his own panting breaths.

“Give it to me.”

Tommy’s head lolls back.

“I wanna taste it,” HB adds before he opens wide and swallows Tommy’s cock down to the base.

Tommy’s hand immediately flies to the back of HB’s head, threading through his silver hair. HB pushes his finger against Tommy’s tight hole, inserting his finger to the halfway point. HB begins to swallow, knowing the sensations on Tommy’s over-sensitive cockhead are going to send him over the edge.

He can feel Tommy’s balls tighten up and he pushes his finger in knuckle deep as Tommy’s cock begins to throb, releasing his hot spend down HB’s throat. HB can hear Tommy’s muffled groans as he swallows down everything Tommy is giving him. HB hums, coaxing him through it all until Tommy stops convulsing and then he gently pulls his finger out from Tommy’s clamping grip.

He pulls his mouth off Tommy’s softening dick, and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his arm, still fully clothed. He stands up, his tall figure towering over the bed.

Tommy sits up and begins to hastily undo HB’s trousers, once the zipper is unzipped he quickly moves on and begins to pluck the buttons undone going up his shirt. HB clutches Tommy’s hands in his own once again, stopping him. He shakes his head slightly, releasing Tommy’s hands before stepping back and resuming the unbuttoning himself, but slower.

“I already told ya, we got plenty of time.”

Now he draws it out on purpose, lazily drawing his tie down his chest, letting the skinny end pull from the knot, tugging it from his neck. He delicately eases his now open shirt off his shoulders, dragging it down his toned arms. Plucking the cuffs over his fists he walks over to the chair in the corner, making a show of gently laying the shirt and tie over the back of the seat. His trousers follow, folded over the chair as well.

Tommy rolls his eyes but HB isn’t finished, as he walks around the room in only his underwear and socks, bending over to retrieve Tommy’s discarded clothes one by one. He gives them the same treatment, shaking them out and folding them over the back of the chair with his own.

He goes back to Tommy, sitting at the edge of the bed again, and shuffles in close between the man’s legs, pressing his covered erection up against Tommy’s cheek. Tommy wraps his hands around the back of HB’s thighs, squeezing the flesh there and pulling him tighter to his face.

Tommy reaches down and takes HB’s socks off one by one, discarding them where he stands. Then he reaches up to the waistband of HB’s boxer briefs and hooks his fingers in, pulling them down torturously slowly, while tilting his head back and keeping eye contact with a grinning HB. Tommy leaves them to pool at HB’s feet and turns his attention back to HB’s cock in his face.

HB watches Tommy’s face, always so expressive when he looks at his cock. HB is significantly longer than average, not overly girthy, but proportional. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed short and his balls and ass waxed clean. He’s been told by several lovers how impressive it all looks, including by Tommy (and by his wife back when they started dating).

Tommy grips HB’s ass and pushes him forward, mouth open to receive his huge straining erection. HB would love to push it deep into Tommy’s warm, wet, waiting mouth. But instead he stills his forward movement, pushing back against Tommy’s gripping hands. Tommy looks up immediately, concern etched across his face.

“I have something else in mind,” HB whispers, taking Tommy’s face in his hands.

Tommy’s brows knit together. HB reaches over to the nightstand and opens the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of Astroglide. Tommy’s eyes widen when they land on the small, purple-capped bottle. He scrunches his brows and groans.

“I don’t think we have-”

Shhh Shhhhhh, HB silences him with a finger over his lips. “Don’t you worry about anyone but us.”

HB grabs one of Tommy’s hands off his bare ass and squirts some of the lube into his palm. He guides Tommy’s hand to him and lets him spread it over his shaft, smoothly jerking his long-ignored cock. His eyes close and his head falls forward at the sensation of finally having attention paid to him, dark and dripping, straining for relief.

HB revels in the attention for a moment. He lets Tommy tug firmly on him, plant kisses along his hip, grab handfuls of his ass with his other hand. He spends so much time in his own head, so much time on pleasing his clients, so much time planning his next project. When he does get to blow off steam he tends to do so in a selfish, spectacular, explosive fashion.

This trip was supposed to be just him, attending a conference as the keynote speaker. He would have been making and watching presentations all day, schmoozing with bigger firms at the hotel bar, and answering the same goddamn questions over and over. His wife, who he knew was proud of him, asked to come along and help celebrate him. Maybe part of her was trying to rekindle their long-lost closeness.

But once the idea was in his head to make this trip more personal than professional, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to invite Tommy, only a little ashamed to admit that he would rather have him there than his wife. Once Tommy was on the guest list he knew he had to bring his wife, and of course, his wife’s ‘secret’ boyfriend - his best friend Joel. And then, knowing it couldn’t be just this awkward little foursome, he invited the rest of Joel’s crew and their partners along as well.

Why not? He had the fuckin’ money to pay for it all. When he told his wife he invited everyone she actually looked almost disappointed for a moment, a little wave of hurt flashing across her face. But he shrugged it off, knowing that having Joel there would be a comfort to her. Although he did feel a tiny pang of guilt when he told the other guys to have their wives bring a girl for Joel, especially knowing Joel really only had eyes for one girl - his girl.

But he needed the distraction. He needed attention paid elsewhere. He needed this.

This time alone with Tommy, time that they never got back home.

HB opens his eyes and guides Tommy to lay down on the bed again, this time laying over him, kissing his mouth, wet and wanting. They make out like that for a bit, rough stubble scraping against each other’s chins, Tommy’s one hand still moving up and down HB’s cock, HB’s hands tugging and pulling at Tommy’s shoulders and hips, fighting to pull him closer.

When HB pulls back they’re both panting and Tommy’s pupils are blown wide, desire painted on his face.

“Have you done this a lot?” Tommy whispers, breathless. He swallows past the lump in his throat, visibly nervous. They both know this is his first time.

“No,” HB lies. “Not a lot.”

It had been years, since before he got married, that he’d been with a man in this way. And he’d never fucked his wife like this, even though he thinks she might have wanted him to at one point. So he doesn’t feel like a complete shit when he tells Tommy this lie. The lie will soothe him. The lie will put him at ease. The lie will get him in faster.

HB stands up and encourages Tommy’s legs up on the bed again, spreading him open further with a gentle push on his knees. He grabs the bottle and dribbles lube onto Tommy’s dick, which is getting hard again already, watching it drip down his balls and towards his ass crack.

Tommy lifts his feet and moves his knees towards his head to open himself up even more, breathing deeply and holding back whines. Tossing the bottle aside, HB begins to massage the back of Tommy’s thighs, smoothing his hands over Tommy’s hips, pelvis, and cock, which hardens further under his touch. Gathering the lube, he massages Tommy’s balls, his ass, and dips his digits towards his end-goal.

Making sure his thumb is lubed up, he presses against Tommy’s taut hole once again, rubbing circles around it in tandem. He grabs at Tommy’s hands, encouraging the man to jerk his own dick while HB continues his attention lower.

“How does this feel?” HB asks, already aware of the answer.

Tommy manages a feeble whine in response, something that sounds like a drawn out yeah.

“Are you okay?”

Tommy’s head nods quickly, eyes clamped shut.

HB pushes his thumb in slowly, feeling Tommy try to relax and enjoy the sensation. HB begins to ease his thumb in and out while he slowly rolls the fingers of his other hand around the crown of his own cock. Watching Tommy laid out like a buffet, jerking his own dick with both hands and getting finger-fucked has HB ready to come just like this.

But he has plans to follow through on.

HB takes his thumb out and moves forward, replacing it at Tommy’s entrance with his cock. He meets Tommy’s eyes and sees his look of apprehension.

“Are you good?”

“Yeah. Just… N-nervous,” Tommy stutters out.

“We’ll go slow,” HB affirms, bending down to plant kisses on Tommy’s knees in the air.

HB guides himself forward, pushing on one of Tommy’s cheeks with his free hand to spread him, watching as the head enters him. Tommy makes an effort to breathe slowly and relax his body. They’ve talked about how good this can feel and Tommy has put his trust in HB for this moment.

HB stops with just the tip in and takes some deep breaths himself. He wants to make this last.

“Can you take more?” HB asks. Tommy nods in response. “Hey, talk to me.”

“Yeah,” Tommy pants. He continues brokenly, “It feels… good… keep going… please.”

HB rocks his hips forward genty, pushing himself in another couple inches. Before Tommy has ample time to react HB pulls back, watching the other man’s changing facial expressions. He slowly eases himself in and out, one hand still on his dick, the other now resting on Tommy’s knee, pushing it gently down towards his chest.

HB is quiet, much less vocal than he usually is, and Tommy is quieter beneath him than he was during the blow job. Thank god for that, HB thinks, because if Tommy was moaning like that now it would be over for him. HB is clutching tight to his own resolve, trying so desperately not to end this early. He’s been waiting for this moment for months and it feels so fucking good, he wants it to last forever.

“Keep touching yourself,” HB orders, “I wanna feel you come again.”

Tommy lets a low whine escape from his lips. HB watches Tommy’s movements over his own cock increase in tempo and vigor. Tommy loves it when HB takes control, loves it when he uses his vast experience to show him new pleasures, loves it when he talks dirty.

HB continues to gently saw in and out, both hands now on Tommy’s knees, careful to limit himself to only thrusting about a third of his length inside. He doesn’t want to hurt Tommy and he knows this is enough, this is hitting Tommy in all the right places. Tommy is going to come from this, and then - finally - he can come.

He’s selfish in a lot of ways, but he’s never been called a selfish lover.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” HB moans out, “Feels like this tight little hole was made just for me.”

That’s apparently all Tommy needed because HB can feel it before Tommy has a chance to even announce it. Tommy cries out and clamps down on HB, who pushes himself in as far as he dares to. Tommy’s cock begins to release ropes of come, hitting both of their chests and one spurt reaching up to stick to HB’s chin.

HB can’t hold on any longer, he grabs his dick in his fist to stop himself from pushing forward into Tommy’s tense opening. He groans loudly as he comes, filling Tommy up, listening to him sigh as he feels HB’s hot release. When HB has finished, he slowly pulls out, watching his spend leak out of Tommy onto the sheets.

It doesn’t matter if the sheets are dirty, he’s sure his wife won’t be coming back here to sleep on them tonight.

He pulls Tommy up and drags him to the shower where they both spend a long time under the hot spray of water, washing each other, kissing, and laughing. At one point Tommy gets nervous that they’re going to be interrupted, trying to speed up the shower so he can leave. HB shushes him once again.

“Aren’t you worried she’s gonna come in here and catch us?”

HB chuckles. The thought of his wife catching him, given her own activities, doesn’t worry him at all. But Tommy doesn’t know about what she’s been up to with Joel. He actually wonders if part of her would be relieved to see it, if it would make her feel justified in her own infidelity. Would she leave him? Would he want her to?

“You don’t think they’re gonna notice I’ve been up here so long?” Tommy asks, still nervous.

“I don’t think they noticed,” HB soothes him. Unable to tell him why, he makes up a lie. “I bet everyone is so drunk right now they’re all passed out in their rooms.”

“But this is her room-”

HB interrupts Tommy with a tongue in his mouth, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing the breath out of him.

Finally, just over two hours after they came into the room, Tommy is fully dressed, adjusting his belt, and kissing HB goodbye as he heads out the door. It’s almost 2am and HB has to be up in less than four hours for tomorrow’s schedule. He doesn’t mind, he can pound coffee all day if he needs to, maybe sneak in a nap.

It was worth it.

You spend more hours making small talk with the women and watching Joel dance with one of them. Aggressively getting bolder with each song. At one point he lowers himself behind her and runs his mouth along her bare legs, all while holding eye contact with you.

Your stomach burns and you raise yourself from the table. Paying your tab at the bar and wandering out into the empty halls of the hotel

You’re walking away with your arms crossed, when you hear running footsteps on the shitty abstract carpet.

“Heading to bed so early?” He huffs.

You don’t turn around. You know he was pissed at you for a kiss, to the man whom you’re married to, that you couldn’t control.

His eyes meet yours and you blink up at him. Your mind wanting to stay furious with him for turning this into a huge joke and your body wanting to give into him - like always.

You open your mouth and go to speak, but the elevator doors open and Tommy goes to step out, before getting startled.

“Oh, shit,” he huffs on impulse, and you can’t help but step farther away from Joel.

Joel, who only pivots on his heel towards Tommy and furrows his brows.

“Y’put that old fart to bed?” He asks.

Tommy steps out and around you both. Giving you a suspicious look, before his eyes flicker back to Joel’s

“Uh, yeah - m’headin’…” he points with his thumb, back down the hall, towards the bar.

“Back in there,” his sentence trails off and Joel slaps his arm twice with an over exaggerated smile, before following you into the elevator.

“Great, just gonna make sure this one gets to her room okay.”

Tommy gives you both another strange look as the elevator doors close. You don’t bother looking him in the eye.

After the elevator doors have fully closed and he sees the box of light begin to lift off the floor, Tommy huffs a loud sigh of relief. He thought for sure he just got caught. He thinks both of them must have been quite drunk to not realize how long he’d been gone, just like HB said. He runs a hand through his still-wet hair, then nervously adjusts his belt again before he heads back to the bar to close out his tab.

This was a labor of love and I had lots of help along the way. I want to thank @gracieispunk for her permission and encouragement first and foremost. (I really do love you girl.) This was SO fun to write and I hope I did her characters justice because I love them so much and her writing means A LOT to me. I also want to thank everyone who offered me advice and support in the writing of this piece, which I took way too seriously lolol. This is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written (BY FAR) and it’s the first time I’ve ever written mlm. I am nervous and I really hope I did it some justice but I apologize if I didn’t do it well. BIG thank you to @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog who gave me the idea to mimic some of the scenes that hbf and his reader have done. And thank yous to the following creative people for helping me with beta reading and workshoping various parts of this absolute cock-fest: @theywhowriteandknowthings @bonezone44 @hiddenbabynyc @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @clawdee @ievutebebe

My own personal head-canons (not based on facts or encouraged by anyone - just some background I had in my head while I wrote this non-canon story) *not required reading - only read if you’re interested.

I head-canon HB as Timothy Olyphant. In my mind reader is 28/29, Tommy is 34/35, Joel is 39/40, HB is 48/49. Reader & HB have been married about 5 years.

I don’t think that HB knows everything that goes on, but I do like to think that - being an architect-bro and a pretty high-tech dude, he has cameras in the house - potentially ones that his wife doesn’t know about. So, he knows 100% for sure that she and Joel have their thing going on. He’s not really upset about it.

HB refuses to pin himself down with a label, sexually, but in my mind his appetite is varied and he goes through phases (His wife thinks he's straight). When they met he thought she was beautiful, smart, and kind. They had a fun relationship, good sex, and she was impressed by him, made him feel good. Most importantly, his mother liked her, and since his mother was ill at the time, he proposed and married her after a whirlwind romance. His mother has since passed away.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for his wife - after the first couple years of their marriage he started to lose interest (sexually). It's kind of a sugar daddy vibe going on and since he's pretty self-absorbed, he has no qualms about keeping a pretty young thing on his arm. He’s not a serial cheater by any means but he is currently having a secret fling with his best friend’s brother - Tommy Miller (who is newly bi). This is relatively new and it’s not the reason why he’s doing it - but he justifies this affair with the knowledge that she and Joel were fucking each other first.

He likes his wife, cares about her, finds her attractive, and enjoys fucking her from time to time (he's certainly not gonna say no to getting off if she initiates). He’s not a bad guy, but he’s definitely selfish and prefers to remain emotionally unavailable. He doesn’t treat her badly but he very rarely treats her with the care and attention she deserves (I didn't say he was a good guy, but he could be worse).

Part of him is unaware of all the selfish ways he acts (narcissist) , but the part of him that does know how shitty he’s acting is soothed by the fact that he knows his best friend is taking care of her. Not even just in a sexual sense, part of him knows that Joel cares about her and looks out for her (aka is obsessed with her).

#HB x Tommy Miller #hbf!joel #hbf!joel universe #gracieispunk #so much ass #mlm

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bell4lan · 2 years

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Quality Time

Genre: Fluff and crack (?) idk it's silly

CW: mentions of heats, suggestive dialogue, very dialogue heavy, hickies (only suggestive thing that happens i promise), talks of sex, mpreg mentions but its not canon, breeding mentions, i swear this is a fluff fic they just had some talks abt dirty things

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

Character(s)/Reader: Tighnari and GN reader but I wrote it with men and non-binary people in mind, 1 Kaeya mention

The sound of your backpack hitting the floor filled your bedroom as you flopped onto your bed. You were wiped from the class you just had, not even because it was hard, but because of how far it was from your dorm. It started snowing right before class ended, which meant you had to tread through snow for a long distance. It wasn't like you could've drove since Tighnari took your car to visit his family.

Speaking of Tighnari, he was coming back today. You wish you could get excited, but you were exhausted. The snow really did a number on your already sore legs.

You heard the front door jiggle as someone unlocked it. Only one other person besides you had a key, so you weren't panicked. You heard the front door shut and things shuffle around for a while. You knew it was Tighnari getting unpacked and changed.

You heard footsteps coming towards your room and saw your gorgeous boyfriend walk in, dressed in a hoodie and shorts since the heater was on.

You turned on your back and held out your arms to him. "Hi baby, I missed you." You said to him as he laid down on you.

"I missed you too (Name)." He kissed your lips passionately and you gladly returned it. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled away asking him about his trip. You played with his hair as you listened to the stories he told about his family. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him stumble over his words when you started petting his ears.

He stopped talking after a bit and relaxed on you, almost falling asleep from how comforting your pets were. He started nuzzling more into you when suddenly, his head shot up and his ears laid back.

"What's wrong?" You asked while rubbing his lower back. He glared at you and put his face in your neck, licking and biting it.

"Wh- Tighnari what is up with you." You squirmed slightly from the feeling of him sucking on your neck and saw his tail wagging more than usual. He was never usually like this, he usually waits for you to initiate stuff like this.

"G-gosh are you in heat or something?" You joked as you felt him leave more marks.

"That's not til June." He mumbles, completely serious with his answer. You pulled him away from your neck so you could be face to face with him.

"Wait...you actually have heats?" You asked sort of wide eyed.

"Y-yeah..." He looked off to the side, ears still down and tail calming down.

"But you said no when I asked you before." You faked a pout when you realized he lied to you.

"It's embarrassing to admit every once a year you feel this primal need to breed." He said as he laid back down on you.

"Need to breed? Gosh Tighnari you're so dirty." You teased as you went back to rubbing his back. He glared at you again, though this time it was paired with a red hue on his face.

You started petting his ears again trying to get him to calm down. "Can you tell me why you decided to attack my neck?" You laughed out.

"I smelled someone else on you..." He mumbled a bit shyly.

"Huh? Who?" You asked. You had been hanging out with your friends a lot, but it's not like you had done anything with them (iykwim).

"That one blue haired pirate guy." He growled as he gripped onto your hoodie. You started laughing at his spot on description.

"Oh my god, Kaeya? I guess that makes sense, I did have to carry him home when he was drunk. That wasn't long after you left though and i've taken so many showers since then. Can you really still smell him?" Tighnari relaxed as he heard your explanation and started explaining that he had a way better sense of smell than non-hybrid people. You already knew that of course, but you didn't know it was that much stronger than non-hybrids.

"Did you think I did anything with him?" Tighnari shook his head.

"No...I just hated smelling someone else on you." He confessed, not looking at you. You smiled and gave him a kiss on the head. You started teasing him about his jealousy and possessiveness earning a defensive Tighnari in return.

You both had calmed down and cuddled with each other for a bit. It was relaxing, until you broke the silence.

"Sooo...when you're in heat do you feel the need to breed others or be bred?" Tighnari's faced became a bright shade of red and he hid his face in your chest, flattening his ears again so they don't bother you.

"Ughhh I knew i'd regret telling you." He groaned.

"Hey i'm just curious!" You defended in a light hearted tone. You kept encouraging an answer until he finally responded.

"I...don't have a preference. It depends on how I feel at the time." He said, voice shaking from embarrassment. You nodded and asked more questions about his heats, making him even more flustered than he was. He knew you were genuinely curious under all the teasing, so he answered your questions the best he could.

"Can you be bred?" You jokingly asked. He didn't seem to get your joke until a few seconds after.

"Are you asking if I can get pregnant?" He hissed.

You just giggled and he stared at you like you were the dumbest person alive.

He sighs, "Of course not you dummy." He flicked your forehead and you whined out an "ow". He kissed the spot he flicked, making you smile at him.

"Could I ever help with your heats?" You asked in full seriousness.

"What? No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to bother you or depend on you. Plus, I might get used to it and who knows what will happen if we ever break up." He explains. When he said the last sentence, he got a sad look in his eyes.

"Hey if you think you can get rid of me you're wrong." You said as you attacked his face with kisses. Tighnari couldn't help but smile and laugh softly. Once you stopped, you flipped the both of you over so you were hovering over him. His ears twitched in curiosity.

"I love you." You whispered as you admired his looks, lips almost touching his.

"I love you too." He breathes out and connects his lips to yours. You both kissed each other lovingly, not wanting to break the beautiful kiss.

Eventually, you did pull away to catch your breath, making Tighnari frown.

"Now it's your turn to get marked." You said playfully. Tighnari's ears twitched again at your words.

"I guess it's only fair." He said with a smile and exposed more of his neck.

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I had to look up when foxes go into heat for this fanfic so you guys better like it.

#genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #tighnari x male reader #genshin fluff #tighnari fluff #tighnari x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader

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nikholascrow · 5 months

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more hcs cause im having far too much fun-

if you like these check out the others

James Marlene Peter Xenophilius Evan

regulus head canons!!!

he gives me big gay (mlm) trans masc vibes

Walburga let him transition after Sirius ran away because they needed a male heir (she’s not supportive it’s purely for personal gain)

Regulus cannot express his emotions properly because he was never allowed to or taught how so he snaps at people sometimes because he gets frustrated with himself

he’s definitely tried to burn James’ crocs more than once

still has the cat stuffie Sirius got him on his 5th birthday (their name is mittens) but would never admit it (Sirius knows but won’t say a word because he doesn’t want Reg to get rid of it)

got a leo constellations tattooed under each of his top surgery scars

he jokingly flirts with Remus cause it annoys the shit out of Sirius

is closest with Evan Barty and Remus

Effie absolutely adores this boy like she sends him hand knitted or crocheted gifts and baked goods constantly

definitely kissed Barty at some point during like 3rd year to figure out what kissing felt like

lactose intolerant idk why he just gives off the vibes of someone who’d eat cheese even tho it only causes him pain

reads classical work and poetry but also started reading cheesy romance books when he met James and now he kinda likes them but if you ask him he’ll deny it point blank

really good artist doodles on all his homework and sometimes his friends arms if he’s in a good mood

really good at healing because he had to learn to patch up Sirius when they were younger

constantly cold wears hoodies in the summer and hates going outside in the winter

steels Barty Evan Remus and James’ sweaters all the time

biggest insecurity is his temper he hates when he gets angry because it reminds him of his mom

bitch is ripped!!! very strong boy

loves his name because it was the first thing he chose for himself

learned to play quidditch just to hang out with Sirius

way too good at flirting for his own good

shares clothes with Sirius cause they’re both short and have great taste

very blunt no bullshit kinda guy when he’s comforting someone but it works he’ll just straight up tell you to cut them out of your life if they really deserve it and he’s usually right about that sorta thing

does not know how to cook at all

Sirius immediately figured out James and Regulus liked each other and teases Reg relentlessly

Regulus flirts with James so much- James is oblivious James flirts with Regulus even more Reg is worse

feel free to send me asks if you want me to do any characters i haven’t done yet i love doing these :]

#marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #jegulus #starchaser #regulus #sunseeker #regulus a black #regulus black x james potter #regulus x james #regulus arcturus black #marauders headcanon #nikos marauders hcs #fuck jkr

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kaguyass-houraisan · 26 days

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do u have any huntake headcanons 😁😁

Sorry this is such a late response I had a very busy day and then had a beach day today so yayyyyy

Which actually got me to think about one thing I thought of and that's that Huntake would love beach dates like

- Beach Dates 🏖 🌊

I really take the greetings to heart and in one greeting Jake spoke about his dream date I believe ? (Correct me if I'm wrong) and how it was at the beach and I know they'd end up there on a date...

Like Hunter needs 84 pounds of sunscreen on him and I know Jake would gladly apply sunscreen on him, which probably makes me think Hunter would like to play beach games like volleyball with Jake, but probably has to be under the shade for a bit watching Jake run around and in Hunters head its all in slow motion to take in all the glory

I think of simple things, them on a blanket preferably a magenta one... eating sandwiches they packed with small laughs since there's definitely some sand in the sandwiches from all the shit they got up to... THE SUNSETS... WATCHING THE SUNSET W SMALL SMILES WHEN THEY TURN TO FACE EACH OTHER

- Jake is more cleanly 🧹🧺

What I mean is this:

I like to think Hunters a bit more messier... probably sleeps on an air mattress or a mattress with no bed frame and shirts lying around.. and I think Jake would tweak out if he saw a roach living there and need to clean everything somehow... there's only so much mess he can tolerate the mess, but it makes for cleaning days and excuses for Jake to come over often to see him

- Jobless Brokeass (me) Hunter, Employed Jake 👔📋

Hunter gives off employed, like he went to college w no job just vibes and I always hced as Jake coming from a family with a businessman father or something like that, a more stern family that doesn't tend to understand his emotions and paranoia, so I think Jake is more likely to pick up jobs to make money and to feel fulfilled in someway despite Miriam having the damn mil...

Things like Hunter getting bored of being at home and watching movies and he gets up and goes to wherever Jake works to bother him and ask about his day, sweet things that show to Jake that Hunter cares in his own way

But like also the thought of Jake doing professional only fans or mlm schemes appeals to me so Hunter is probably behind the camera recording and taking photos bc at the end of the day the money means Jake will buy Hunter a new album or plushie

But also ALSO I do like the idea of Jake in a corporate job and starting off as a secretary that sees way too much and is on the phone with Hunter a lot to someone working higher up later... I can forsee Jake in his office and Hunter coming in for his lunch break to eat with him

- (controversial) Big Spoon Jake, Little Spoon Hunter 🥄 💕

This might be controversial to some in our unruly society, but I don't think muscular or buff or taller = top... I really think Hunter would enjoy being snuggled and being treated sweetly and enjoy just. No arguing and no bickering... no problems... just the sweet, tender embrace of the person he loves... and I know Jake ass probably possessive asf and would provide that sweet, strong hug or cuddle to make Hunter feel at home with him... the love Jake can provide with his sweetness is not just verbal or mental, but can be physical. We've seen how sweet Jake can be in canon with Tom and I know he wouldn't leave Hunter feeling any worse

- (more in line w my hcs) Jake helps Hunter with fashion and sewing 🛍🪡

I have a hc of Hunter doing drag so naturally he'd need certain outfits made and I think he isn't rich soooo he probably complained about having no resources and in my eyes Jake probably has experience with sewing and is good at it OR he isn't that good but TRIES to learn more for Hunter... I really like the idea of Hunter wanting to perform something but thinking he can't due to having no outfit and at the last minute Jake surprises him with the custom outfit... you can't tell me Jake wouldn't be that mf dedicated to some shit... he's really intense as is

Like imagine him hand beading an outfit, purposely remeasuring Hunter often just to feel him again... like I know they'd end up having matching outfits at some point...

- Hunter loves to do karaoke 🎤 🎶

Why his ass always singing Lady Gaga songs in greetings. I know his ass wants to sing the entirety of Artpop and will 💯% make Jake watch him and sometimes participate in duets... this also ties into my drag hc thing because Jake getting to remake certain Gaga outfits for Hunter is real...

- SPORTS OR FUN DAYS 🥊🎳

Hunter is muscular SOMEHOW and Jake appears to be athletic in some way and his fit kind of suggests it unless he fucking robbed someone which I wouldn't put past him... anyways

Hunter getting Jake into new sports and activities !! Imagine them trying out things like frisbee or soccer, dates at parks avidly being an annoying gay couple... if they took on boxing I can imagine Jake getting too intense and accidentally clobbering him or the coach... one punch = k.o. type shit 😭 but them trying tennis too or some other crap and if they suck ass at it they say oh well and get some food...

E yeah I think that's all I can think of FOR NOW bc my mind is kinda empty but TRUST I thought of more before

I would've added a Miriam hc in here but I have a tough time deciding if she'd like Hunter or want him dead

#disventure camp #campamento desventura #disventure camp jake #disventure camp hunter #huntake #dc huntake #hunter x jake #ask #i have things to say i love gay people yupppppp

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eddiediazswife · 16 days

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how is “yes” winning in that poll this fandom have lost the plot so fucking much

like how are yall willing to fumble the bag so hard on this

they don’t actually care about buck’s sexuality and relationships they just wanted to see him kiss a man that’s it and if they ruin this for us buddie shippers i might have to stop watching the show

I think there’s probably a few reasons. I and I know some other people too who have stopped going into the buddie tag as it is always Bucktommy at the moment so I only look at stuff people I follow post as I have had to really curate my experience on here so I’ve been unfollowing and following different people so a lot of Buddie fans are missing the polls.

I think some people are scared buddie won’t happen so have latched on to Bucktommy as a way to have some sort of mlm relationship on the show and when buddie happens they will jump straight back over.

Some people multiship which I can’t do one ship is enough for me, I’m a go hard or go home kind of girl lol

I also think some people have created this whole persona for who Tommy is in their head and fanon has now overtaken canon because they have had a couple of scenes and a disaster of a date so people are filling in the gaps with what they think not what they see and have painted tommy as this angel shaped like a man when we know that’s not what he is at all.

Lastly it’s probably a race thing too. Buddie is a white guy and a Latino, Bucktommy is two white guys. It’s not a coincidence that’s since Bucktommy have been a thing, the hate Eddie has gotten has been at an astronomical level. I’ve seen some shameful takes that have ended in ‘Eddie should be killed off so Bucktommy can raise Christopher’, see shameful. You want to erase a Latino man from a Latino child’s life just to give him two white parents. Tell me that’s not racism?

The kissing another white man is weird to me and I know it exists because I’ve seen a lot of people saying they can’t wait to watch bucktommys next kiss. Me personally I can’t wait for certain things with buddie but none of them are kissing or sexual in nature.

I think the buddie fans that are still here are here for the deep, powerful love we know we are going to get served when our ship is set sail and that’s not for everyone some people want the instant gratification but I haven’t been here for 6 seasons to give up when we are closer than we’ve ever been, that just doesn’t make sense to me.

#ask eddiediazswife

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chainsawctopus · 2 years

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What do u think of yoshiden

Oh boy. If you're here on my account then you probably already know who I am and how absolutely insane I am for them, but I'm gonna ramble anyway LOL thanks for giving me the opportunity to show people on Tumblr how insane I am ‼✌😁 If people who don't know me from twitter find this, hi I'm TK! I may be a little deranged for Yoshiden, just a tiny bit y'know- Yoshiden means a lot to me for various reasons but I'll just put down all my insane ramblings down belowwww [CSM Spoilers if anime onlys/new readers find this post somehow] [Serious Section] -Denji's distrust/disliking for men/straight up internalized homophobia is most likely because of his past abusers being male (the mafia and his father), so if he starts to trust Yoshida throughout the course of part 2 and they end up forming an actual bond, whether it's romantic or platonic, it kind of helps Denji get over his distrust and help him cope with that trauma knowing that hey not all dudes are that bad actually, this guy's pretty nice. (You could say that Beam already did that and they had a good bond too but Beam is... y'know... *finger across neck* bleh... and Denji still emphasizes he wouldn't let a dude sit on him in 104 so...)

-Surprise surprise, I'm in on the bi Denji agenda because I'm bisexual and all my favs have to be bi 😁😁/hj But seriously, bi Denji is a pretty good concept cause aside from getting rid of his internalized homophobia, it also helps him get over/cope with his trauma as I said above. Part 1 was all about Denji learning about different kinds of love (familial love from the Hayakawa family, romantic love from Reze, and the mess that is sexual->maternal->abusive love from Makima, etc etc), so exploring his sexuality in part 2 could be a nice little addition to that. (Bonus points for the new kind of familial love he has for Nayuta now that he's her older brother/father figure; bonus BONUS points if Yoshida's the other dad LOL) [Delusional Absolutely Normal Section] -Yoshida's canonically a pretty boy as stated by another guy, so maybe if Denji stares at him long enough he'll realize guys can be as pretty as girls too and think it's fine to find guys attractive LMAO

-We all agree Yoshida's gay or at least mspec mlm leaning/preference right? Right. -Anyway, I'M A TOTAL SUCKER FOR ONE-SIDED LOVE STORIES LOL I'd like to think Yoshida has coworkers who could've taken the job of watching over Denji but he deliberately asked to do the job because he found him cute back in part 1, though realistically he probably only got chosen for the job cause he knew about Denji's identity already and he's also in high school, but we're not here for realism, we're here for gay people. (Gay people being Hirofumi Yoshida.) (Did you see him at the table with Angel while Denji and Power were talking about barf and stuff? Dude was smiling while listening to them talk about random shit, he probably became interested in Denji then and there; hell, even the goddamn onigiri scene where Denji still eats it after it fell to the ground probably made him go 'woah this guy is sick in the head I'm in love') Back to the one sided thing, the idea of Yoshida being willing to die while protecting Denji is???? insane??? and I love it because it really shows how devoted he is not only to his job but to Denji in general. He's never truly lost his temper at Denji, even when he used his bare hands on the cake, even when he let himself get sat on by girls, and even how he only wants to reveal himself as Chainsaw Man just to get a girlfriend. Sure, he called him hopeless in the recent chapter, but he never raised his voice or fought back. He's always trying to be patient with him even when he's being completely ridiculous. Copypasting what I've said on twitter here: If someone started scooping and eating the cake I bought with their bare hands, I wouldn't just sit there and go "Aaaaaah!", I'd definitely get pissed. Yoshida has FEELINGS for this boy, I swear. He said NOTHING about it. NOTHING. No "Why the hell'd you do that?" or "Dude that's gross" OR ANYTHING, he immediately just goes back to talking about trying to prevent Denji from revealing his identity. If someone I liked, however, would eat cake with their bare hands, I'd just be embarrassed but also find it cute so I'd let it slide. (Tested and proven 👍)

If, miraculously, Yoshida canonically confesses to Denji, he'd probably still pine for him even if Denji turns him down, which he probably will. Yoshida realizes, after being his bodyguard for a while, that he really enjoys Denji and being around him; he'd get too attached to those feelings and still shower him with appreciation even if he knows it'll never be reciprocated. Just knowing that Denji's being given the love he deserves is enough for him, even if Denji doesn't want or care about that love. It's kinda selfish of Yoshida, but he doesn't care, all he cares about is that he likes Denji and he's willing to keep that up until he dies. -Anywayyyyy, even though they're both good in battle they're both absolute fucking losers LOL Yoshida getting thrown out the window is and will always be my favorite scene from him. Denji got called a loser by Asa, so maybe if Denji just turned his head 90 degrees after that rejection, he would've seen another loser and they could've been the most pathetic loser4loser couple in existence, it's great, c'mon Denji just accept you can like men already

-I kinda maybe kin Yoshida soooo- 💀 I mostly started kinning him for his appearance and how he's visibly deranged in part 1 LOL, but seeing his attitude towards Denji in part 2 really made me like wow he just like me fr‼ I'm sick in the head for this cute guy who is also kinda sick in the head‼ So yeah that really added to my appreciation for yoshiden LMAOSKJSDKF Ok that's all it's almost 6am and my brain is empty, maybe I'll add to this later, hopefully that answers your question anon 😁👍‼‼‼💥💥💥 I dunno if you expected an essay but BOOM, I hope I get a good score LOL

#chainsaw man #chainsawman #csm #yoshiden #yoshidenji #denji #hirofumi yoshida #can't believe my first serious post on tumblr is a goddamn yoshiden ramble but hey what else did you expect from tk chainsawctopus right #if shipping yoshiden got me a boyfriend then everyone should just start shipping yoshiden to find love it'll work 100% trust me #it's kinda funny cause my bf is literally the ceo of yoshiden #follow punkkrat right now or explode sorry you have no choice #i remember some1 asked him to make a 50 paragraph essay abt yoshiden and he said that's my thing so i hope that anon sees this post hey ano #anyway stream in the back room by syudou

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floating-above-sea-level · 5 months

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My SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory gender+sexuality head canons because they’re giving me brainrot and queer identities is one of my SpIns 🫶🫶🫶

+some like general love life sorta stuff ig lol

Mike:

-AroAce (spectrum) and gay (or at LEAST achillean/mlm in some way that man is a BOY KISSER)

-Ness is one of if not the only person he’s liked/been attracted to

-he always just assumed he was straight cause yk it’s the “default” and prior to Ness he was never attracted to guys/masc people (at least not that he realized), but after catching feelings for Ness and talking to Ness abt gender and sexuality and all that, he realized he wasn’t really ever attracted to women either, then Ness explained the whole AroAce thing to him and he was like “oh damn yeah ig so huh”

-was literally so confused when he first started liking Ness because 1: he found them VERY annoying at first and 2: again he’s never really fallen for anybody before this so he was like ???

-he never really comes out to anyone he just kinda does whatever and is either generally private/quiet abt it or just doesn’t say anything until someone asks

-trans man :)) maybe like a few years on T, binds and packs because let’s be real that man is not affording any sort of surgery, HRT alone idk how he’s managing. I imagine he probably came out/started transitioning in his late teens-early twenties and is pretty stealth (he’s in his mid-late twenties, so is Ness in my mind, just for the general record lol)

-kinda insecure abt his gender and sexuality. It’s a mix of internalized stuff, dysphoria, generally always having felt awkward when it comes to that stuff, etc. Ness is the only person he’s really talked openly abt it with

-Abby would’ve been fairly young when he came out, and their parents were already out of the picture, so she’s never really known any different, plus he doesn’t talk about it much so frankly she may not even know he’s trans. If/when she finds/found out, she’s probably very curious about it and then became a HUGE ally. Also definitely questioned some stuff (briefly and privately but I headcanon she may have come out as non-binary when she’s older)

-is one of those trans guys who’s like a bit paranoid abt misgendering just cause he’s so insecure abt it. He hasn’t been misgendered in YEARS but every now and then he’ll overhear people talking about literally anyone with she/her pronouns and he gets a little anxious abt it

-tries so hard not to be anywhere close to naked around anyone because he hasn’t gotten any surgeries. Wears a shirt to the pool (if he even goes in the first place), wears layers in the summer, anything sexual’s never been a problem cause he’s chronically bitchless, but you get the idea

-definitely binds an unhealthy amount (someone please stop him)

-uses masculine looking/smelling 2n1/3n1 cause it’s the “man soap” (yeah he’s one of those trans mascs /lh, Ness definitely helps him get into more of a proper hygiene routine)

-has never slept anywhere that’s not home or let anyone sleep over because he has to take his binder off to sleep (dysphoria attacks often ensue)

-first few times he’s not binded or has been any amount of naked around Ness, he was understandably nervous and uncomfortable, but after a while he gets so perfectly reassured by Ness that his body is perfect the way it is and he’s a man PERIOD that my brother in Christ SOBS in their arms :33 (I feel like I sound so cringe but guys I’m literally transmasc let me have this)

-k I dunno what else to say about him but I love him dearly, moving on

Ness:

-Non-Binary and queer, uses all pronouns (I mainly use they/he for them but they use all pronouns)

-fairly open abt his queerness, especially compared to Mike (don’t tell me that it’s unrealistic for the era or anything like that I completely ignore the concept of time in all of my headcanons ever)

-teaches Mike a lot of stuff abt sexuality and gender since Mike never really looked much into it past realizing he was trans. Definitely helps him unpack some things 💔💔💔

-literally just a silly little malewife femalehubby themboss

-really doesn’t care much abt labels for themself specifically, but he’s one of those “I need to know and understand EVERYTHING” autistics so he learns abt that sort of stuff for other people

-has dated a handful of people before, all across the gender spectrum, so they’re pretty comfortable in their love life and such

-is good at flirting but like in an autistic theater kid kinda way (gay and silly)

-loves to experiment with presentation and style in all sorts of ways. Has definitely done drag at least once

-they’re too silly for binaries idek what else to say abt it that’s kinda just the overall consensus

-was very supportive when Mike came out to them as trans (obviously) it doesn’t matter what they said, Mike would feel awkward no matter what, but they were glad Mike trusted them with that sort of thing and Mike was relieved that literally just SOMEONE knew (specifically someone he trusts and cares abt)

-would wear so many pins related to all sorts of things but yes that includes pride flags and pronouns bro LOVES pins their silliness cannot be contained

Ok that’s all I feel cringe but from what I can tell that’s what tumblrs for so yeah. I will definitely yap more abt them in the future

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #headcanon #headcanons #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #ness x mike #mike x ness #queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd

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youralternia-asks · 2 months

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HELLO!!! Welcome to my ask blog :DD I'm Roman, and I also post more fantroll/original stuff on @diescm !

#youralterniaanswered for asks

This pinned message will (eventually) organize the ask blog and its chatacter specific posts, but for now it'll just consistently update with all the available characters to interact with!

Things to watch out for on this blog are mentions/showings of:

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First and foremost, let me set the rules;

(These will change and be edited as I run this blog longer, so check in occasionally!)

1. Ask Etiquette

1a. Flirtations : Perfectly acceptable, especially if you've got a character to do it with. NOT cool if it gets pushy. No kink or otherwise NSFW asks. Not developing any major ask-blog canon, regular characters/askers will be acknowledged, but if you want to hook a character of yours with mine you must be a mutual/friend and discuss that with me privately.

1b. Rudeness : Insults, Instigations, and such are fine, I even allow castist character asks (*For the sake of character interaction*). However, I will not entertain actual slurs regarding a characters sexuality/orientation.

1c. If your ask is in character, please try to leave their name or something recognizable in their first ask so I can check them out!

2. Character Interaction

2a. Perfectly fine to do! Might just take a minute longer for me to respond since I'd like to read up on whatever character has going on.

2b. I am willing to ship my characters with any my mutuals' would suggest (within reason) but that Canon will be seperate from this blog.

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CURRENT TROLLS AVAILABLE TO ASK!!

Dorian Marino

Playlist (spotify)

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Cis masc, mlm

Sign: Virus, Sign of the Adaptable

《 Dorian has consistently been involved in gangs since his hatching, practically. The third and last head of The Vipers, adoptive brother of Monroe Depoti, Don of the Depoti family, and now working with The Black Blades, Dorian couldn't leave this life behind if he tried. And he has.

These nights, Dorian is Second in Command in The Blades to his father, Dallas. Married to a Rustblood with a son that he loves more than anything in the entire universe, Dorian is eternally grateful to the people in his life he has now, and he makes sure to show it.》

Corpse

Playlist (spotify)

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Cis masc, mlm

Sign: Caprigo, Sign of the Lacuna.

《 Corpse doesn't speak much, often preferring to just glare, or on occasion use ASL. He speaks even less about his life before Dorian was in charge of the Vipers. Being second in command, you'd think there would only be partial responsibility of the gang, but many former members that still identity as Vipers would tell you Corpse outworked Dorian every single night.

These nights, he's followed Dorian to The Black Blades, where he works under him and their mutual father figure, Dallas. Hes married to an Indigoblood with a son that gets treated as nothing less than a prince.》

Carlah Menick-Tesbik

Playlist (spotify)

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Cis fem, bi (masc leaning)

Sign: True Cancer, Sign of the Signless

《 Carlah's iron grip on her own destiny has been challenged since before she'd even hatched, and she's never let it be loosened for anyone. Except, of course, for her mate. Before all else Carlah is a fighter. And a damn resilient one. Enough to be working with the Don of the Devira family at 21.

These nights, Carlah tries to balance her life as a Capo in the family, and being a mother in her family of 12. Yes. 12. And she will fight tooth, nail, claw, and bone for every single one of them.》

Viqtor Menick (Jr.)

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Cis masc, mlm

Sign: Scories, Sign of the Redeemer

《 Viqtor has raised more of his siblings than his father remembers he's had. He'd sworn since secondary school that he would never have children of his own, grubsit, or even befriend those that had intentions of having grubs. He's regarded far and wide as one of the best chefs in Alternia; catering several weddings, graduation parties, highblood hatchnight celebrations, many local government events and private venues both in and out of his home city. But in Authorius, he's known to select groups as The Butcher; willing to dispose of bodies without question as long as his uses for them are met with just as few concerns.

These nights, Viqtor lives in the suburbs of Authorius with his husband and three of 5 of his children. His daughters have had their own livea for sweeps now. Carlah has her own separate family and affairs entirely, but Xenara, his goldblood adopted daughter, works with him in the kitchen of his restaurant as his best chef. 》

#homestuck #homestuck ask blog #ask blog #fantroll #fantroll ask blog #homestuck fantroll #my art #oc #oc art

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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Ohhh I have a Dylan x reader request where the reader replaced Laura as nurse supervisor (as a favor to Chris who is a family friend) but she mostly stays in the room and doesn’t open up to anyone since she’s shy but closed to others (similar to Nick). But Dylan kind of fell for her the first time she arrived and has been trying to get her to open up to him every day since they met and she’s slowly accepting him and also fall for him.

Ok so I am not a shy person at all, but I do have a lot of anxiety so I hope the two kind of translate.

Also I keep taking requests for Dylan for my mlm and enby audiences, while it may not be confirmed canon that he is gay I am still uncomfortable writing for a female reader at this point in time

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1079

Placing what must have been your 100th band aid on a scratch likely caused by a branch of some sort, you sent the kid off on his way and sighed in relief as you were once again alone. You enjoyed helping to fix the kids up when they needed it but you weren’t very good at socialising and it had been a very long day. Kids were easier than adults though and you had promised to fill in for Chris as a favour. You only got about 20 minutes of alone time before the door was opening again, looking up to see what was needed you felt your breath hitching at the sight of Dylan, oh no attractive people were even harder to talk to.

For some reason he had been coming to visit you at least once everyday since you’d been introduced to the other counsellors and you had no idea why. It wasn’t like you were a very good conversation partner, you could barely even get through a sentence without stuttering. Your throat always seemed to dry up or you would say something completely stupid and embarrass yourself. You weren’t able to hide your slight whine at his appearance not missing the way his expression fell a little at your reaction. Shit, now you should probably apologise but the words just wouldn’t make their way past your throat.

“Is this uh, a bad time” he said, clearing his throat in what appeared to be nervousness.

“No!” you yelled out as he turned to leave, mortification filling your veins as your shoulders came up around your ears. The action caused Dylan to smile fondly but you were too busy averting your gaze to notice. It hadn’t taken Dylan long to figure out you tended to hunch in on yourself like that when you were really overwhelmed and he found it adorable. Like a little turtle, his adorable little turtle, deciding to give you some time to calm down he waited at the door for a while before slowly stepping closer.

Taking a seat on the bed across from you he asked you how your day was and was delighted to find you responding with ease. He had found out your favourite colour yesterday and was planning on getting your favourite movie today, hopeful that that would lead to a bigger discussion that would still be easy enough for you. Apparently, that had been the right thing to ask as your nose scrunched up in thought and you eventually answered, asking him in return. Dylan left the building with a pep in his step, today marked the first day you had asked him a question of your own accord. He was definitely growing on you, that was enough of a victory for a while.

Following Dylan’s leave you had slammed your head down on the desk, groaning at the pain and in embarrassment for your behaviour. Why Dylan kept wasting his time trying to converse with you was a mystery. He was so nice and kind and funny and you were a shy loser that could barely string together a sentence in his presence. That was how Chris found you a few minutes later face down on a desk with your hand curled around the back of your head as you groaned.

“You ok kiddo” he asked, softly closing the door and walking up to you.

“No” you moaned out into the wood

“What happened, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad” he tried to soothe, surprised to find the slight tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. “Woah, woah back up. Explain what’s wrong”

“Dylan” you simply said before realising how that came across and grabbing Chris’s arm before he could kill the person who had put the most amount of effort into getting to know you, the person you definitely had a crush on now. “Wait not like that, he didn’t do anything wrong.” You blurted out. Taking in your expression and mannerisms Chris finally worked out what the issue was, huffing in amusement he decided it was time to have a little chat with Dylan.

Dylan was shitting bricks to say the least, he had been called into Mr Hackett’s office seemingly out of nowhere and now he had been sitting in front of the man in silence for what felt like hours. “So, what seems to be the problem Mr H” he asked, hoping his nerves weren’t obvious (they were).

“Tell me about you and my assistant nurse” he started ominously, and boy that did not bode well for him.

Hearing a knock on the door you looked up in bewilderment as it stayed closed, getting up you walked over to open it and were surprised to find Dylan standing there looking more nervous than you had ever seen.

Opening your mouth, you were interrupted by Dylan saying your name in an urgent tone, blinking owlishly you eventually pulled him inside. Sitting him down on the bed, you noticed your hand was still linked with his and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. Your eyes were even wider now as you stood awkwardly in front of him shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“So, uh. What are you doing here” you finally managed to ask, breaking the silence.

“What, I can’t come to see my favourite counsellor?” he asked, but his grin wavered slightly more than usual.

“I’m your favourite?” you croaked, looking away, unable to deal with the softness in Dylan’s eyes.

“Of course, you are” he said gently before taking a deep breath “I really, really like you” he admitted. And you felt the world stop for a second as your breath hitched.

“Why” you blurted out “I’m just me, I can barely even leave the building or talk to other people without getting embarrassed.”

“That might be true for now” Dylan admitted “but you have a lot of great qualities that you don’t give yourself enough credit for. You’re good with the kids, you’re kind, you’ve always indulged me even if it was hard for you,” your heart was near pounding out of your chest now as Dylan continued to list the qualities you had that he thought were amazing. Eventually your heart couldn’t take it anymore and you tugged him into a crushing hug, you weren’t sure how long you stayed there but you knew Dylan made you feel safe, and that you really, really liked him too.

#dylan lenivy x you #dylan lenivy x reader #the quarry oneshot #the quarry #the quarry imagine #the quarry requests #the quarry dylan

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