Your boyfriend is the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
He really is such a sweetheart, buying and cooking your favorite foods. Taking you on walks when you don’t feel like sleeping. Even giving you massages when your sore. But he’s also a fucking pervert. Wasting no time when In the mood too. Taking you anywhere, at anytime. Whenever or wherever he gets a hard on.
“Such a good fuck toy for me, you like attention from your man huh?”
You didn’t even process his words as you drooled in the pillows. He plowed sloppily into your pussy. His hands gripping your waist in a mix of desperation and possessiveness. You mewled as tears began raining from your eyes, as he pulled your hair. His hand traveled down to your thigh giving it a squeeze.
“Come on princess answer me, It’s rude to ignore people.”
You felt his movements come to slow but rough pace. You let out a sob feeling his hand crack down on your upper thigh.
“YES…yes I like..the attention…”
He chuckled before releasing the tight grip on your hair. Immediately picking up his fast thrusts in your cunt. He massaged your scalp before bringing his hand down to lift your chin, allowing your hazy filled eyes to match his gaze. Cooing at you he wiped the drool from your lips before bucking his hips into yours. Your eyes widened as a moan rivaling a porn star left from your mouth at your clits throbs. A soft hush could be heard as you came all over his dick. Your mouth slightly ajar and eyes half lidded, you moaned weakly feeling his cum fill you up. He groaned softly eyes squinting, before bringing your head up in a sloppy kiss.
He moaned inside your mouth, tongues dancing with one another. Letting each other go from the wet embrace a string of saliva connected you both. laying you down on the bed, before resting on your back. He began giving your neck small sucks. He hummed softly licking the slowly bruising space.
- While Shinra's not against the whole 'reserved' thing, obviously because he managed to get the crush in the first place, but he's definitely going to be incredibly awkward when engaging.
- At the beginning, very much gets caught up on the approach and delivery of his greetings and conversations, making them VERY unnatural.
- Never quite knows what to say or how to say it. Tries his best to gauge (Name')s reaction to curtail it to her more but girls are so complicated-
- Little does he know, every single interaction dorky or not wears on (Name)'s cold exterior and soon enough she's seeking him out of her own volition.
- On missions they happen on together, in her free time, every moment they're in the same room she starts to gravitate towards the boy, which only goes unnoticed for a few weeks or so
- Shinra starts to speak a little more naturally around her and bit by bit, he comes to grips with having full conversations with her despite only getting 3 word responses most time
- One day, he's rambling on about how cool it would be if he could suddenly be the 'Hero everyone needs' and (Name) is so touched by the notion, she let's her head fall onto his shoulder suddenly with a silent smile.
- He's sort of a stuttering mess but she's not complaining.
- Blurts out his feelings right then and there - feelings he definitely wasn't expecting her to reciprocate - she does tho.
Arthur Boyle
- Arthur certainly doesn't mind spending his days with someone who's mostly quiet - infact, he'd very much prefer to spend his time with someone like that, a fair maiden who is much more introspective than extroverted.
- A lot of time is spent daydreaming by the both of them and any passerby is left to wonder if they're in need of assistance- they're perfectly okay, just kind of existing in the same space together while also in their own little worlds. It's quite nice, not feeling obligated to keep a conversation going.
- When they do speak, it's also pretty pleasant. It's usually about the most random things; thoughts that come across either's minds, food and what they're in the mood for at the time, if the other feels like sparring - all usually short lived.
- He's the type to randomly hand out compliments, especially when he notices something is different about (Name) i.e. hair, nails, etc. If you think he's not paying attention to her, think again; he silently takes notice of details he'd otherwise not care about in regards to anyone else.
- Compliments are always earnest and given with a smile (part of him just likes to fluster her), making him that much more attractive honestly.
- It is pointed out by several people in his company about the exorbitant amount of time spent on seeking out (Name)'s presence and just...silently basking in it.
- "It's weird, dude. You guys don't even talk half the time." - Shinra
- His immediate response is a shrug, followed by "I just really enjoy her company." And he really, really does.
- 'Really enjoy' eventually graduates to 'Love' when he starts to really get to know her - her humor, her strengths, her faults - and somehow he finds every little new thing he learns captivating
- For the most part, has 0 problems confessing when he's ready, even with a rapidly increasing heart rate. (Name) can't help but chuckle a bit at "My fair Lady" part tho, blush and all.
Benimaru x black! Fem! Reader, Shinra x black! Fem! Reader
Synopsis: Which hairstyles they like on you the most
TW: None
Note: pictures aren’t mine, all are from Pinterest!
— BENIMARU
⇶ Benimaru is a very simple man when it comes to the things that please him
⇶ So while he thinks you’re gorgeous no matter what, he swears you’re the only person in the world when you have Fulani braids, regular box braids, or French curl braids
⇶ Fulani braids are his absolute favorite, and he takes no action in hiding that
⇶ Compliments you a lot already, but when you come home from a day out with Fulani braids, the affection from him seems uncharacteristically endless
⇶ Loves them with wooden beads especially, and if you have his name spelled out that in the beads, he might lose all his composure
⇶ Can’t stop staring at them, and will just walk up to you and position them to where he can see his name in them
⇶ Especially when when he’s a little tipsy off sake, he’ll ask you over and over to show him while you’re sat on his lap and he has a dopey grin while kissing up the side of your face and neck
⇶ For box braids, he just loves how simple yet versatile they are
⇶ Always comes up behind you while you’re doing your hair and just watches you with adoration in his eyes
⇶ When you get done and ask him what he thinks, he always says “beautiful, as always, my love” and gives you a peck on the lips
⇶ While some may argue that French curl braids aren’t exactly simple, Beni just loves how the ends are so beautifully curled, and thinks you look so enamoring and elegant with them
⇶ Loves to fix your curls if they get tangled or one is out of place
⇶ And when you’re cuddling, he always gently pulls on the curls just to watch them bounce back up
⇶ Beni doesn’t care if your hair is long or short, but for styling he likes anything with claw clips, and half up half down. For colors he loves plain black, brown, or ginger
⇶ And for bolder colors, he likes dark blue or red (to match his eyes)
⇶ Beni is honestly a sucker for anything you do, but less really is more to him x
— SHINRA
⇶ Shinra LOVES locs
⇶ Natural or faux, it doesn’t matter to him
⇶ Just thinks locs are so beautiful on you, especially if they’re bright and colorful
⇶ For faux locs, he likes butterfly and distressed the most
⇶ Doesn’t matter if they’re long or short either, he loves it all
⇶ For natural locs, he helps you maintain them, with your guidance of course
⇶ Does your detox and wash for you, but he can’t help past that as much as he’d like to
⇶ He’s tried to watch retwist tutorials, and you’ve let him practice on you, but he just can’t get it
⇶ It makes him a little sad honestly, because he does wanna help but he just can’t do it
⇶ He’ll be able to with a bit more practice, but until then he just adds the clips onto your hair while you retwist
⇶ On top of his love for locs, he loves your natural hair
⇶ And again, especially if it’s dyed
⇶ Short, mid length, long, he doesn’t care!!!
⇶ Shinra loves when you have it out in an afro, but puffs, claw clips, and finger waves are all close rivals
⇶ He’s actually fully capable of helping you on wash days, so you can relax while he gets to work
⇶ He’s also oddly fast when he washes it for you? Much faster than you are or anyone else when they wash your hair, you don’t know how but you don’t question it either
⇶ He can even blow your hair out for you, and when it comes to protecting it before bed, he’s pretty decent at braiding and twisting!
⇶ But don’t bother asking for flat twists or cornrows, he will try his best, but your hair will be left in a tangled mess
⇶ Shinra loves putting on your bonnet for you too
⇶ If it’s been a long wash day, or you started late in the day just to finish late at night, he always runs to get your bonnet for you and gently slips it on your head before kissing your cheek
⇶ Really though, he’s just in love with your hair. And if your hair is as bold as he is, he’ll love it even more
Can you please do a shinra X reader where the reader see shinra in his bansho man form and isn't scared of him (in this the form becomes permanent and shinra also becomes immortal and the reader is also immortal)
A/n:Let's just say in this time line Shinra was forever in bansho man form.
Fandom: Fire Force
Character(s): Shinra
Warning(s): Manga Spoilers
Readers Gender: Gn
You can still recall the day when you first saw Shinra in his so-called 'Bansho Man' form.
Shinra was so scared to see how you would react to him like this as before you would always call him cute but what would you think of him now. He tried to avoid you but you made your way to and instead of looking at him in disgust you just hugged him in tears. Shinra hugged you back as he misses you so much and was hoping for you to be okay. That's when you took in his appearance, "You still look cute Shinra", you said as Shinra looked away.
But somehow during all this time you two were lucky to have each other as sadly you both learned that you two are immortal. You both had watched and seen the world move on but yet you two still stayed. You two miss your friends but are happy to have each other.
"Even after all these years you are still the cutest Shinra", you said as you laid your head on his shoulder, "Thank you Y/n for not being scared of me" "Now why would I be scared of the man I love".
Can you please do a (fire force) shinra X reader where the reader see shinra in his bansho man form and isn't scared of him (in this the form becomes permanent and shinra also becomes immortal and the reader is also immortal)
zai says: omg yes a fire force manga ask! tweaked it just a lil bc the form is a soul resonance, send me more fire force asks i BEG
WARNING SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
“you did it shinra you put an end to human combustion how do you feel?” at the sound of your voice he immediately turned around, he had a soft smile on his face. despite his drastic change in appearance his presence in the strange plain you were in put you at ease.
his smile quickly changed into a face of shock “wait y/n what are you doing here?”
you simply shrugged “one minute i was with the eighth and the next thing i knew i was here…or wherever here is.” you point to his new form “what’s the story?”
“i cant explain it really” he rests his hand on his chest “it was like we were one? my mom and my brother i mean…i don’t know how to describe it was some kind of soul resonance. they’re not with me anymore though they’re back on earth or our world i guess.”
he cups your face in his hand and searches your eyes “but enough about me y/n, you have to get back there with the others i can’t let you stay up here.”
his words didn’t match what his head and his heart were screaming at him, he wanted you to stay with him more than anything. he wanted you to stay by his side till the end of time but he knew how selfish that was, you had your own life and duties he didn’t want to take you away from that.
“i’ll go back. but only if you come with me.” you gently put a hand on top of his “the eighth wouldn’t be the same without you shinra, god or not you belong down there with us and you belong with me.”
“i can’t go back i need to stay here.”
“then i’ll say with you. till the end of time it’s just you and me shinra.”
note from author: it’s been a while since i’ve last written a fic, and this one is very near and dear to me. i’d started it over a year ago, during a dark and very hard time. i didn’t know how it would end when i started — i’d only been channeling the hurt and pain that i was feeling at the time, all while pining over one person who made me feel alright. over this year, they were patient with me. ever so gentle, who listened to me on my worst days, who took care of me and held me when i cried. even when i was afraid they’d hate what they saw and think that all my fears were irrational and pathetic, that i would push them away, and even now i fear sometimes that i will, they stuck with me. i couldn’t at all predict that they would become this person for me, even though i wanted to be close to them, i didn’t think i was worthy. but they stuck with me, and they tried for me and they were there for me and loved me. so this, in more ways than one, is dedicated to them. a thank you for being there for me without knowing they would at the time i started writing this so long ago.
shinra has never seen you at your worst, and you do your best to make sure he never has to.
after all, who are you to trouble him with the silly burdens you carry? he, who feels and lives and leads a life entirely separate from you — there surely is no room for you to invade so selfishly.
for him, you hold it all together. for him, you’re mindful of the words that huff warm air against the winter’s numb fingers, of the answers and false assurances you give when he inquiries about how you’ve been. lying with the words of “i’ve been doing alright” come so naturally to you, a reflex and a byproduct of the years you’ve spent hiding from the world. no longer does your brain process the words, no longer does your tongue go numb, nor does your throat tighten around the aching sobs of yesternight. desensitized you've become, an old friend to deceit and the old art of falsehood that, at times, you wonder when you'd become so good at pretending. it hurts that you did.
yes, you keep your heart behind lock and key for his sake, but gods above, it hurts so fucking much when it all comes out. it’s always when you’re alone, when the silence welcomes every pain and every ache that you keep buried deep — it’s the only time that it’s safe for your walls to crash and tumble. your wounded inner child who’s spent so many days staring up at the moon with tears streaming down her face, she only feels safe enough to reveal her pain where the warmth of unrelenting flames won’t see.
it’s when you’re at your most vulnerable that your ego sinks sharp claws into raw, bleeding skin. loneliness, to you, is the tormentor that mocks you with the desire to reach out to someone, to anyone who would be there to make the pain a little more bearable. to anyone who could possibly listen to you, to be there for you and help you pick up those pieces that lay like broken glass. how badly you want for him to hold you against him and tell you that things would be fine, that you would be alright and that he would be there for you, but how could you be so selfish and greedy to want that of him?
how could you think of showing him that broken side of you, the one who can’t smile and the one who hurts and the one who’s falling apart at the seams? he would see someone so damaged and beyond saving that he would walk away, repulsed by the sight of you with your bleeding heart on display, and you would have pushed away the one person who made things better and you just can’t let that happen, because if he leaves, you’d be left with nothing.
it’s terrible, you realize, just how much he means to you. without meaning to, you’ve come to rely on shinra to be what keeps you strong, to keep you going even in the midst of everything you feel. with him you feel safe, and cared for, and cherished. and your foolish heart, there are times it wonders if it could even be loved. could someone like you truly be loved by someone, loved by him? with all the childish yearning in your soul, you want so badly for that possibility. your fantasies tell you that yes, you could mean something to him, just as he does to you. that he could look at you and see value in what little you had to offer him, that he would believe you to be enough—
and you bring yourself back down to earth and tell yourself that you could never be enough.
why? why can’t you be enough? why must you be so damaged and undesirable? why would you ever delude yourself into even believing there’s a possibility for you to be loved? you, who has so many flaws and wounds and despairs, could never be loved.
despite it all, shinra doesn’t give up on you.
your ringtone startles you in the late hours of wednesday night, his name listed with a flaming meteor emoji illuminating your drowsy expression. the ache in your heart throbs — once, with longing, twice with guilt, a third, sharp pain tears through your ribcage with self-loathing. oh, how you loathe this version of you. this pitiful, broken, worthless version of you who can only be good for crying herself hoarse, sobbing until your lungs convulse and your body forgets to breathe. you hate the you who silences her ringer, the cheerful words "get better day by day" only worsening these passing days, weeks, months that seemed to hurt more and more. the you who pulls the covers over her head, who cowers away from the sun and falls to a cold darkness, you berate her, shame her, and scream at her to do better, be better, why can't you just get better?!
you're in no state to speak to shinra right now, you decide, though every bit of your ailing spirit wishes to. even though you long for his presence by your side, though you want so desperately to seek comfort in his warmth, you convince yourself that you are not worth any of it from him. you tell yourself tonight, just as you do every other night, that kusakabe shinra shouldn't have to see you like this. kusakabe shinra, whose smiles dazzle the world, whose eyes twinkle with an everlasting fierceness and love for life, he should never be bothered with someone as silly, immature, unhappy like you. the smiles you would give to him are too broken, too crooked, and far too weak for him to see — no, he can't ever see you like this. you ignore his call and let your screen darken.
and yet, it isn't the last attempt. from your warm little cocoon, you hear your phone's vibration go off once, twice, and a third time again before he begins texting you.
shinra ☄️ :
hey (y/n)!! you haven't fallen asleep yet, have you?
it's still so early... and i hadn't heard from you in a while...
is everything okay? please text me if you see these...! i'm worried...
guilt, as it washes over your body, is cold, dull, reminiscent of icy waters, and immediately, you feel the need to apologize. how dare you cause him to worry? how could you, if only you'd responded to his last message so many hours ago? if only you'd done better to convince him, to keep your smiles right, to answer his texts and watch the tiktoks he'd sent and—
"—but lord, you know i'm tired."
(y/n) :
i'm sorry... i haven't been feeling well today...
no sooner than you press send, with your tongue caught in your throat does the read receipt show up beneath your text. promptly at 10:16 pm; he'd been waiting for you to text him back? the idea alone hurts, and again, you're swallowed up with guilt. truly, you don't deserve his concern, his worry, time or care.
shinra ☄️:
ah… :(( oh no..
are you feeling sick??
"are you feeling sick?" your mind takes the question apart until it's unrecognizable, till it's meaning changes and becomes something new. "are you in pain? are your symptoms physical? is something hurting?" and the answer you provide yourself tears you apart because, truly, there is nothing physically wrong with you, so why? why aren't you feeling well? what in god's name is wrong with you, why are you being this way?
(y/n):
no.. i'm not really sick,, i just...
i've been feeling down i guess...
how can you tell him exactly what it is that you've been going through and still have it all make sense? how can you explain to him that all it is, is past wounds and traumas that continue to haunt your waking life? how do you say that you're still fighting the shadows of yesteryears, of distant pain that never leaves your consciousness?
you think — truly, really, earnestly, and desperately on the whips of a dying prayer that you can't. not like this.
you don’t want to hover over those three bubbles the way you do, but there’s a plea swirling between shattered breaths as you watch them appear. they’re gone, dancing on what you tell yourself is abandon dear god, he’s abandoning you, he’s abandoned you. he’s left you on your own, in these seconds that feel like eons he’s seen a glimpse of that ugliness that you’ve tried to hide for so long but no longer could. the paintings of dark skies and rolling thunders bring the taste of eternal rains, and these blazing embers want nothing to do with a storm years toiled. your heart twists within your chest and you lose yourself, spirals of anger, despair and hatred for yourself that would consume you on torrential winds — and you, broken girl who sings on ice-christened teardrops, you can do nothing but to let yourself fall. farther and farther, beneath cold waves of a raging sea, until—
shinra ☄️:
i understand… :(
a single text message, colons and bracket that form a sad frown: it’s what stops your descent. abrupt. unexpected. but so, inexplicably wanted.
shinra ☄️:
i’m close by right now and i have some curry i made!
we can eat it together if you’d like! :)
one, two, the world pauses on three beats. each the thumping of your needing heart, each echoing a sentiment that, between his written words, shine through like a beacon of salvation.
let me be here by your side.
and a fool you would be, to trust this glimmer of hope. a spectacle it would be, for you to dare and dream of the warmth he offers, to believe that you are worthy of such grace. your shadows of sin know better, and they remind you of that truth unchanging. that you are unworthy, unworthy, a sinner before the face of god.
yet, your thumbs pause on your writings of detestable humility, because despite those rolling clouds, the light of someone who cares for you reaches far beyond that familiar gray.
(y/n):
yeah… yeah that sounds nice.
it’s the single plea, the bitter taste of a succumbing prayer that you finally release: please stay with me. don’t go, don’t leave me here on my own. you pray, your breath dancing on ashen smoke and dust, for this person who would reach out to you amidst arctic waters. and shinra, this brilliant boy of orange sunsets, he holds on to it. he takes it between tender fingers, and protects it with every bit of care that he holds for you. you realize, as your tearing eyes behold the single text message he sends, that despite the cold that permeates your storm-weathered soul, that it’s warm. for the first time in a long time, you feel a warmth that had always been promised you, as if it had been waiting for you to finally let it in. a single flicker of a soft flame, one that had would only ignite should you let him, shinra had always been there for you.
and you tell yourself, solemnly and resigned, that perhaps, it’s time you finally let him be there for you.
