i ll make a separate post for the first times - they deserve special attention
How the Hashira talk dirty to you
Rengoku - this man is usually gentle and sweet, he is loving and he takes charge not in the sense of purely dominating you - but in the sense that he is very passionate and fiery and he naturally overpowers you. Most of the times, he will smile lovingly or grit his teeth in the heat of the moment, with his jaw locked, and:
"You are so, so beautiful, my flame. Truly, the fire of my heart."
"Gods above, I can't get enough of you..."
"Please, my love. You are perfect, please, let me have one more..."
"I ve never felt like this before-.. you-.. you take me so well..." (almost always with his head tipped back, brows furrowed lost in the sensation and his eyes closed tight.)
He has a deep voice that strains breathlessly when he reaches high points, and his eyes never falter from yours. It's like he speaks his devotion with his gaze fixed on yours.
Sanemi - he is an aggressive man, not violent with you, but rough. It stems from love, too, his intensity, the desire to consume you inside and out and make out of you whatever he wants - it s his love and passion speaking, the devotion and promise that you will mold onto each other and stay that way forever. Most of the times, he has that look in his eyes - like a hunter gazing down at his prey - and his lips always curl into that twisted smirk when he knows he has you where he wants to.
"I ll be damned, look how wet you are. I didn't even touch you and you turned desperate, huh?"
"hell, look at that.. you look like a damn slut."
"have you seen yourself right now ? You should. The show's only for me though."
"stay fucking still, i know you can take more. Open that pretty mouth for me, yeah ?"
"look at me- look up at me. I m the only one to do this to you, yeah ? Scream louder. I m not sure all the neighbors heard you yet" (with his hand roughly holding your chin in place, looking down into your teary eyes.)
BUT Sanemi is a very complicated man, and he has layers upon layers. VERY rarely, and i mean very rarely, he will tap into certain parts of his mind that make him vulnerable and sensitive. And as much as he hates it, he will bury himself and his thoughts into you and your love, and for once you will feel a warm, scared, vulnerable love from him.
"i m so sorry. I wish i could be better for you."
"i love-.. i love you, please-.. don't leave."
"you re so beautiful. I don't tell you that nearly enough."
"shh, my brave girl. My love."
Obanai - loving, loving, loving, adoring even. Devoted and raw, and pure. He looks at you with glimmering eyes, almost tearful at how raw and loving the moment feels. He is strapped bare of his bandages and his walls, of his fears and struggles, and only finds himself in your gaze and on your lips. Obanai loves like he's putting the entire universe down at your feet.
"my beautiful girl, you-.. you feel so good-"
"please, oh please, don't stop."
"you re the light of my heart. I live for you, my love. Will you live for me too?"
"i ll do anything-.. anything for you- yes.. right there-" (his whispered promises usually get interrupted by sweet moans.)
"God, do-... do you feel that ? You feel so good. So good, yes- yes-" (all with a strained voice, some of them almost a whisper, while he holds your hand over the scars on his mouth - an anchor for him to cling to.)
For him, love means trust. And he thrives on the intimacy and vulnerability between you, since it's the only thing that brings him out of his cold and aggressive attitude.
Giyuu - very gentle, like soft droplets of water caressing your skin. He loves cradling your face in his hands, staring into your eyes, then whispering his sweet love and devotion into your ear, burying his head in your neck. Giyuu loves with a quiet intensity, like words don't even matter while your gaze is locked on his. Like anything he says won't do justice to how reverent his hand feels on your thigh or how lovingly he pushes your chest into the mattress. He touches you like he would touch a goddess, because he never allowed himself to even think that he would get to this point with anyone, let alone allow himself to hope to find love like this.
"shhh, you re so beautiful, and so, so good for me, my love."
"you re so soft, please, let me touch you."
"please, don't stop, it feels so good, please-"
"take me, my love. Easy. I got you, let go, sweetheart."
"sit still, sweet thing. Stay still, be good for me."
And only sometimes, after you ve managed to strip each other bare of every thought and fear, he will hold you to his chest, his black strands of hair falling into his eyes, but not quite hiding their blue glow.
"Will you stay with me?..."
