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from: scar related prompts
kaiya’s heart flutters nervously in her chest as she approaches kyojuro’s room, mind a mess with too many thoughts. kyojuro told her of the crow he and his father received that morning, of how the corps needed them again, of the plan they were to play a part in. yes, their role would hopefully be low-risk as long as muzan and his upper moons remained preoccupied by the rest of the demon slayers, yet there would still be a chance that something could go wrong. kyojuro could still be forced to risk his life again despite having nearly died once already. kyojuro... kaiya pauses outside of his door and listens for the comforting ba-dum ba-dum of his heart, taking a moment to calm the nerves threatening to consume her.
no matter the risk, kyojuro will proudly protect the young oyakata-sama if it means that finally humanity will live without the threat of demons each night. if his life is the price of such a world, then so be it -- he will pay the price so that others do not have to, and kaiya cannot resent him for such selflessness. she would do the same were she in his position.
but she can worry for kyojuro. she can worry for all the things she still wants to do with him, everything she hoped they would have more time to do during his retirement. it’s why she stands in front of his room, why she knocks on his door, why she asks to come in without the intention of leaving.
her fluttering heart begins to fully sprint with her sun so close by; kaiya didn’t think it was possible, but she actually feels a little dizzy as she meets kyojuro’s concerned gaze. his hands encompass her own, unintentionally setting a fire to kaiya’s skin that spreads up her arms and across her pale cheeks. is something the matter? of course not, or maybe yes? kaiya isn’t entirely sure how to answer, so naturally, she leans up to kiss kyojuro.
kaiya’s kiss comes as a surprise, but it doesn’t stop kyojuro from returning her affection. he’s always so warm, kaiya muses as she melts against the calloused palm that cradles her jaw. just like the flames he so resembles, kyojuro radiates warmth, but it’s different tonight. it isn’t just a comfort to kaiya. it’s addictive, beckoning her closer, and she listens without a second thought ( she doesn’t mind if she gets burned -- not if it’s kyojuro ). she presses closer to him, curling her fingers into the fabric of kyojuro’s jinbei and shivering under the heat of his hand on her lower back.
the man she married all those years ago never held her like this, gentle enough to leave yet firm enough to lean into; he merely gripped her, kept her in place. there wasn’t any of this tenderness, the sweet sighs shared in the small space between their lips as they caught their breath; her ex-husband hadn’t taken the time to learn how kaiya liked to be kissed, nor had he wasted time with sentimentality. he hadn’t asked her what she wanted, gaze gentle yet burning with an intensity that makes kaiya’s stomach flip and breath catch in her throat.
kyojuro is so wonderfully, perfectly different. he is everything she could have hoped to have and more than she could ever deserve. his love is unconditional, all encompassing, felt even in the mundane of everyday life ( she told him once that she wanted that sort of love, and now he’s given it to her. does he realize how happy he’s made her? ).
what does she want? him. she wants him, and she wants to give him everything -- her smiles, her kisses, her sighs, her cries...
kaiya’s cheeks turn a rosy hue as she drops her eyes to kyojuro’s chest, smoothing the fabric of his jinbei that she previously wrinkled. “ i want to give you everything, all of me. ” she speaks so softly that she wonders if her heartbeat may drown out her words. “ i want to be yours, and i want you to be mine, i-if that’s what you want, too. ”
her nerves are all for naught. of course that’s what he wants, but only if she’s truly comfortable, only if she doesn’t feel pressured as though this is something to be expected of her--- and kaiya’s smile is so smitten as she takes kyojuro’s face in her hands to kiss him once more. the only pressure she feels is their limited time. she doesn’t want to waste a single second that could be spent with her precious sun. she doesn’t want to miss any opportunity, any moment that could be spent creating memories, something for them to hold onto no matter what happens in the future.
the knot that keeps kyojuro’s shirt together unravels easily, allowing the material to fall open enough for kaiya’s curious eyes to catch a glimpse of the scars that litter his body. there are many, more than she could have imagined, though they cannot detract from how handsome kyojuro is ( they add to it, even ). they do not deter her hands from reaching out, exploring the bared skin of his chest with a featherlike touch and tracing along a few of the more prominent scars. momentarily, kaiya forgets the heat that urged her to be closer. she simply takes a moment to memorize the feel of kyojuro’s skin, how his chest rises and falls just a little quicker under her fingertips, and the small thrill of knowing she’s the reason for his racing heartbeat.
kaiya leans forward to press her lips against a faded gash that lies just under kyojuro’s collarbone and then to another just beside it. she remembers the first time he showed her his scars, how the guilt stole his smile as he worried how she might feel to see them. each kiss is a reminder to him that the past cannot hurt her, that she admires each mark as evidence of his kindness and strength, that his scars are not too much for her. no part of him could ever be too much -- like a sunflower soaking up the sun’s light, she loves all kyojuro has to give.
as she pushes his shirt off of his shoulders, kaiya notices the freshest and largest scar upon his stomach ( how scared she had been for him; how thankful she is that he is here in spite of all he’s faced ). he tries to cover it, perhaps worried by her staring, but kaiya takes kyojuro’s hand to stop him.
“ don’t. ” she smiles. “ i want to see... all of you, kyojuro. ” and then she moves his hand to the back of her yukata, right over her obi is tied into a bow. kaiya feels much hotter than she did a second ago, and though her expression becomes shy, stomach full of nervous butterflies, she holds his gaze. “ i’ve never wanted that from anyone before, but you... well, you make me greedy, especially when you look at me like that. ” --like she’s something precious, like he doesn’t mind if she’s greedy. and that makes her want to spoil him, too.
“ s-so... ” all he’s doing is holding onto her obi, but it feels like he’s asking for permission. she’s reminded of that night on the roof they spent stargazing, when kyojuro kissed her -- when he chose to be with her, and she swore to leave him with only the brightest memories. the thought prompts kaiya to cup kyojuro’s face, touch her forehead against his as her eyes glimmer with the adoration she feels only for him.
“ be as greedy as you want, too. you have my heart, all of me. ”
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Ex-Husband!Simon takes you to the hospital after he saves you from your abusive partner
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
He grits his teeth together and clenches the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as the words leave your mouth, explaining what happened to you all this time.
You make it to the hospital in under 10 minutes although he still maintained a safe speed and remained focused for your safety.
They admit you quickly and he stays by your side, holding your hand and cooing praises in your ear while they tend to your wounds and you squeeze his hand as you wince and whine out of pain.
“It’s ok, love. They're nearly done. You're doing so well.” he whispers against your temple on your uninjured side and softly kisses your skin.
They finish patching you up and tell you that you should stay for the night due to a mild concussion.
He sits on a chair by your bed while resting his head on the edge of the bed and holding your hand all throughout the night.
In the morning, he wakes up with a stiff neck, but the only thing that matters to him is that you’re safe.
“Where are we going?” you ask, still slightly dizzy and confused as he helps you get inside the car.
“You’re staying with me, dove.” he responds.
The car ride to his place is quiet as your mind is still foggy.
You softly take his hand in yours and place it on your thigh, needing to feel his touch in order to make sure he’s truly there and it’s not all just a dream.
He feels his breath hitch in his throat, trying so hard to keep his focus on the road.
“You really saved me, Si. Thank you.” you mumble as if in disbelief that he really showed up, your knight in shining armor.
You've been dreaming about him saving you for so long and now that it’s finally happened, it feels like a dream.
“ ‘course, love. What? You thought that I would leave you with that monster?” he retorts, eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s just that... we haven’t even been talking for such a long time. I started to feel like you were so far away. Out of my reach. You know?” you respond in a soft voice.
It makes his heart crumble in his chest to hear you say that. He knows exactly how you felt all this time.
“Well I’m here now, luv. And I’m not going anywhere. As in... if you’ll have me of course.” he remarks, slightly shaking his head at himself, nearly spilling out all he wanted to tell you all this time.
But it’s not the right moment yet. You need time to heal first.
“Ok, Mr. Riley.” you say, a loving smile dancing on your lips as your beautiful face shines in the morning sunlight.
He nearly crashes the car as he turns to look at you.
The first smile you gave him since he saw you.
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When Johnny takes Simon to his home, and you open the door, Simon's heart stops beating. You direct that lovely smile he's fallen in love with at Johnny as you hug him and usher him inside. Simon's frozen in place, his body refusing to move, because gods, you're a fucking dream.
And then you turn your attention towards him, with ruddy cheeks and pink lips and a delicate neck he could easily wrap his hand around—
"You must be Simon!" and his cock starts to stir. All you said was his name, in that angelic voice of yours, and his blood started to rush to his groin.
When you move to wrap your arms around him in an embrace, he finally breaks from his trance and returns it. Barely. It's awkward— one arm coming up to inelegantly pat your upper back a little too hard, and the other stiff at his side. But you seem completely unbothered, just giving him one last squeeze and step back, holding both of his arms in your dainty hands, and you say, "It's great to meet the one that keeps my Johnny safe. Now, come on in, make yourself at home!"
Simon timidly walks inside, and closes the door behind him, and utters, "Thank you for lettin' me stay here."
The joyful laughter you let out sends exquisite prickles up his spine. "He actually speaks! I'm surprised, Johnny said it took a bit for you to warm up to others," and you give another stomach-fluttering giggle. "You're welcome here any time, Simon. Now let me take you to the room you'll be staying in."
Simon has to carry his duffle bag in front of him as you lead him to the guest room to cover the throbbing erection he's got. When you leave him to freshen up, he wastes no time in pulling his jeans down and taking himself in his hand, stroking firmly. When his imagination paints a picture of you wearing an apron while cooking a meal for him, his vision blurs as he climaxes.
--
Simon knows he's atypical. He has no real decorum. He tells piss-poor dark jokes, inadvertently stares at people when he's lost in thought— and since he's been here, Simon likes to shadow you.
But you don't seem to mind any of it. You laugh at his jokes, the ones Johnny never fails to scoff in disgust at, you tilt your head innocently towards him, silently questioning his intense gaze — and it's so fucking adorable that he's come to that look 8 times in the last 3 days— and you always ask him to reach for things that are out of your reach because you know he's around. (Johnny made a joke once, said that you're being haunted by a ghost, and the quip you replied with as you came to his defense had him dizzy.)
His favorite thing about you though, is how unafraid you are of him. You had rounded a corner and saw his skull mask for the first time, and had you been like any other woman, you would've been startled. But you hadn't been— If anything, you asked him if he wanted it fixed.
"I can see a couple of tears here, Simon. I can patch it up if you like."
It was so deliciously domiciliary that he counted each stitch of his mended mask with his thumb as he touched himself that night.
And then, through the thin walls of the home, he suddenly heard your dulcet moans. He quickly got up and put his skills to use— silently crossing the living room and leaning against the wall closest to your bedroom door.
The bed repeatedly creaked and every choked moan that left you, Simon heard clearly. He hastily took out his achingly hard cock, spit on his palm, and stroked himself to the rhythm of the slapping of skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fucked himself to the thought of him being the one in there with you.
He has no doubt that you'd feel heavenly. Your slick cunt swallowing his turgid length, walls almost painfully tight around him. You'd beg for him to hammer into you, relentlessly, mercilessly. You'd tell him to bite the crook of your shoulder once you were about to come around his cock, and when he actually hears you reach your peak, he rhythmically tightens and loosens his grip, imitating your fluttering walls. His toes are curling inside his socks, he's so bloody close—
And then Simon hears your lascivious voice murmur, "Come in me."
He bites his lip so hard it splits under the pressure as he comes. Tiny, hushed whimpers seeped from behind his mouth, as hot cum spilled onto his fingers, and trickled onto the floor.
The only noise Simon can hear now is his own shaky breath— the fun's over on both sides, it seems. He looks down, gives his softening cock one more stroke, wringing out the last of his seed, before tucking himself away, and sluggishly wiping his mess off the floor with his foot.
He quietly moves, heading back to his room, when he spots your laundry basket in the utility room.
Simon has never believed in luck until now when he's sniffing your knickers in the privacy of the guest room, and he realizes they've been worn. And by how strong the smell of you is, they've been used very recently. He felt like he won the goddamn lottery.
Wrapping it around his cock, he touches himself. Again. And when he comes, he makes sure to spurt his cum directly onto the gusset of the undergarment.
Come morning, when they're all stiff and crusted, he laments that he didn't lick them first, in a pitiful bid to experience a taste of you, before stowing them into a secret compartment in his bag. He makes a mental note to remember to do just that when he takes another pair.
Simon wordlessly makes a cup of tea later, hissing as the hot liquid comes in contact with the small wound on his lip, when Johnny approaches him.
"Mornin' LT."
A grunt is his only reply.
Johnny then shoots him a sly grin.
"Last night, ye weren't as wheesht, as quiet, as ye thought. But dinnae worry, Bonnie doesn't ken a thing."
He claps a hand on Simon's petrified shoulders. "If ye wanted a slice of the cake, ye could've just asked. I dinnae mind sharin'."
Simon gives him a borderline-demented look, puts his tea down on the counter, and clears his throat.
"When?"
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what it's like dating earth 42 miles <3
EARTH 42 MILES doesn’t let anyone but you touch his hair, because it makes it him feel safe and content when your fingers are threading through his thick locks.
EARTH 42 MILES doesn’t ever give you the opportunity to pay for your own things. You’re his girl, and he’d be damned if he found out that you went out shopping with your own card and not his. He even has his own card for you under his account with your name imprinted on it.
EARTH 42 MILES loves to show you off. You’re in the mall and someone’s hitting on you? He’s taking care of that with a single grab to your waist and his lips connecting with yours.
“Hey, you’re cute. Are you free to-“
“Yo! Are you not listenin’? She don’t want you. Get outta here, man.”
EARTH 42 MILES definitely holds your shopping or grocery bags. He knows that you can do it, and you’re definitely strong enough to carry them, but he likes letting you know that he’s always got you in all aspects.
EARTH 42 MILES is extremely up-kept. He smells like Dior and cedar wood, his hair is always braided down and oiled, and his clothes are always cleaned & ironed. When you go over to his place, his room is neat and vacuumed. He ‘can’t have his girl over if it looks a mess’ he would always say.
EARTH 42 MILES not only keeps himself up-kept, but he keeps you looking nice, too. He pays for your nails every two weeks so that they’re fresh and not grown out, as well as your hair, lash, and brow appointments if you like to get them done. He pays for your shoes and clothes as well, and if you want something extra like new skincare or body care, he’s Apple Paying you money as soon as you ask.
EARTH 42 MILES is always teaching you Spanish if you don’t know it, because it speaks it a lot around you. He calls you pet names that are mostly only in Spanish, like mami, mi amor, mi cariño, or hermosa. He finds it cute when you copy his phrases, even if you don’t know what they mean. Sometimes he has to remind you not to say certain stuff out loud or in public.
“¡Ay, maldito idiota! ¡Deja de joder y hazlo!”
“Maldito idiota?”
“No, mami,” He would laugh, “Shh. Don’t say that.”
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻
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