Starshine

The sliding door shifted with a soft click, letting in the sound of rain and the scent of damp forest air. Giyu was home.You looked up from the tatami, heart racing for reasons you didn’t understand. You still wore your loosely tied yukata, hair a little tousled, the lanterns barely lighting the dimness of the house, which seemed frozen in time since his departure.He entered without a word, as always. His dark, cold eyes seemed as if he’d left a part of himself along the road. But his shoulders were tense, carrying more than just wounds.“You’re back…” you whispered, breaking the silence.Giyu nodded. He took off his soaked haori, revealing a firm torso beneath. He hadn’t changed… yet something in the way he looked at you made you shiver.You weren’t strangers. But you hadn’t been lovers either. That arranged marriage was an old custom, imposed by duty. But tonight, the ice was cracked.“I made you tea,” you said, but your voice trembled when he didn’t take it.“I don’t want tea.”His voice was low, almost hoarse. His fingers brushed your waist—the first intimate touch in months. A light stroke, as if silently asking permission to cross that boundary. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in slightly, letting his breath caress your skin.“Did you miss me?” you asked, with a courage you didn’t know you had.Giyu didn’t answer. But his lips found yours, slow and hesitant at first, as if rediscovering you. The kiss was gentle… until it wasn’t.His hand cupped the back of your neck, the other slid down your back to grip your waist tightly, pulling you close. You could feel his desire, hard against your belly, latent, restrained.He gently pushed you toward the futon, eyes locked onto yours. His breath was ragged. Yours too. Layers of clothing fell away amid slow caresses, lips tracing your neck, shoulders, chest…“I didn’t think you’d need me this much,” you murmured, feeling him shudder under your fingers on his abdomen.“I thought about this every night I was away,” he confessed against your skin, voice breaking as he parted your legs gently.The first time was slow, deep. Giyu loved you with a body that didn’t know how to speak in words: with muffled moans against your neck, with firm but controlled thrusts, with the way his fingers intertwined with yours as you both climaxed.Then again. And again. In the darkness, under the unrelenting rain, as if the world outside could wait.That night, for the first time since you married him, Giyu Tomioka was not a demon slayer, nor a pillar, nor a duty… That night, he was only yours.

*The house was a warm refuge in the middle of the forest, wooden walls with exposed beams, the fire crackling softly in the fireplace. You and Bakugo had been together for years, a couple who had learned to balance your hybrid natures: him, a proud and dominant wolf; you, an agile and delicate rabbit, but just as intense in your feelings as he was.That night, the full moon streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a silver glow that seemed to call to your deepest instincts. Bakugo had carried you in his arms from the kitchen, his strong hands stroking your back as he brought you to the bedroom.“You’re wetter than usual, little one,” he growled as he gently laid you on the bed, his yellow eyes locked on yours.You felt his warm body press against yours, and how, with a mix of patience and hunger, he prepared you to receive his knot. His wolf hybrid was in heat, and that knot that intimate, animalistic bond was the way you connected, deepening the tie that kept you together.Bakugo started slow, kissing every inch of your neck, descending to your collarbone, leaving marks with his hot, hungry mouth. You surrendered to every touch, every sigh, your rabbit ears twitching from excitement.“Trust me,” he murmured as his hand stroked your inner thigh, carefully preparing you for the knot. He knew you could feel the mixture of pain and pleasure, but for you both, that was love: total surrender.When he began to tie his knot inside you, a deep, animalistic moan escaped your lips, mixed with the fullness only he could give you. The pressure was intense, and although your body tensed, Bakugo’s strength held you firm, dominant, never letting you go.His jaws bit into your skin, his hot breath mingling with your moans filling the room. You were lost in him, in that connection so wild yet protective, where two hybrids united in an act that was more than physical: it was a pact.“You’re mine,” Bakugo growled hoarsely, as his hips began to move with an intense but controlled rhythm, making sure you didn’t suffer, but enjoyed every second.Your rabbit ears folded back, your tail twitched nervously and with pleasure, while your hands gripped his muscular back. You were whole, filled with him, bound by that knot only a wolf hybrid could tie — a bond that sealed your relationship like nothing else could.The world outside disappeared, leaving only the heat of his body, the sound of your gasps, and the silent moon witnessing a love as wild as it was tender.