Fictional Characters x fem reader

The stranger 4 (PLEASE BRAIN, LET IT BE THE LAST ONE)

HEY YALL. thats all thanx.

It'd been months since you first moved in with Inosuke, whom at first you'd pinned as, immature, full of anger and bloodlust. But the more you came to know him, the more you saw how wrong you'd been. Sure he was immature sometimes, but he could be super responsible if he wanted to. And he was a bit violent, but after that first night you'd met, he'd never been harsh or even rude to you. He had a warmer, gentler side, that he didn't show to many. Guess you're one of the lucky ones. You enjoy being around him, but recently, something else...some odd feeling fluttered in your stomach whenever you saw him. You'd adjusted to living in one place pretty well and even made some friends in town. It was nice.

Inosuke sat across from you, enjoying the cool weather, the pretty leaves, the wind. Everything that came with fall. He sat there silently, a rare moment so you had to enjoy it while it lasted. You glance at him. He wasn't wearing his boar mask, so you could see his soft, pale skin, his deep green eyes, and his silky black and blue hair. Though it was pretty cold, he wasn't wearing a shirt, as per usual. You can't help but stare a bit. I mean, the dude was built, like really built. His abs looked smooth and his chest...Ok stop staring, its getting weird, but you couldn't. "Hey y/n? You there?" He asks, leaning forward to wave his hand in your face. "What are you looking at?"

"A-aren't you cold?" Is the first thing you can think to say.

Inosuke looks at you a bit sideways. "No? Why would I be?" 

"Well i-it's cold outside so I just thought-"

Inosuke shrugs. "I don't really get too cold easily, here." He extends his hands in an offering for you to take them.

(Personal headcanon, Inosuke doesn't really get cold)

You reach out your hands, taking his. To your surprise, his hands were quite warm. His hands were tough and calloused, but somehow soft. "You're warm..." You breathe softly.

Inosuke looks at you, furrowing his brow slightly. "You're cold. Come here." He lets go of your hands, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you on his lap and into his arms. He was so warm, you could feel and hear his heartbeat as he gently presses your head to his chest, he was really warm. And surprisingly gentle. it was nice. You close your eyes, exhaling softly. His arms tighten around you slightly. "You need to wear warmer clothes. You're really cold." 

"It's fine, I'm usually a bit cold."

He holds you tighter. "You shouldn't have to be. Why didn't you come to me and tell me you needed warmer clothes? I could've gotten them for you."

"Inosuke, really I'm fine. I mean, I have you, don't I?" You smile, snuggling up against him, you didn't realize how cold you actually were until Inosuke warmed you up.

He grins. "I guess you do. You're all soft." He smiles gently, lifting his hands to your face, squishing it a little, then his fingers trail down your neck and shoulders, making their way back to your waist.

You smile, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest. He rubs your back, and there's that silence, the kind where you both want to say something, but no one does. You wait, hoping he'll say something, but after a few minutes its obvious he's not going to say anything at all, so you sit there, enjoying the weather, the view, the company. The silence eases into a comfortable one, rather than the slightly awkward silence. You relish in Inosuke's warmth enveloping you. You hadn't realized how tired you were....and how nice and comfortable it was here in Inosuke's arms...and how sleepy you felt. You close your eyes, falling asleep.