#too many impure thoughts about this man HELP

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tried replying on the ask you sent, but had too many thoughts, Tumblr wouldn't let me type it all out, so im here in your inbox to share:

But — SAME!!! he's too good-looking that I couldn't wrap my brain around him NOT getting action. He also must have been a somewhat spoiled child with no siblings, so his confidence is very bloated lol (even a humble version of jean, I like to write him as being admired by so many people lol)

I do think he flexes in front of Connie esp after the fact, maybe also as a coping mechanism before he's back at war, about to leave the island for the first time. it's the very few "normal" experiences he clings to.

AND YES!!! I think Pieck would somehow be the experienced one if Jean was a virgin, and if she didnt jump his bones during those three years, I'd be so disappointed, same with Reiner I have too many things to say about this man!!! that poll just unearthed the myriad of head canons I have for him, thank you for indulging me and sharing your thoughts !! 💞

For real though thinking about the different head canons of how Jean "lost his virginity" (which is a stupid concept but it's the phrase I'm using for now) completely derailed my entire day - I cannot stop thinking about it!!

He is *such* a spoiled mama's boy, and tbh if I looked like him I'd also be incredibly vain.

Once again you are reading my mind, flexing so much in front of Connie and Connie is not having his bullshit <3 and poor Armin is in the corner like - I do not want to hear this pls!! Meanwhile Sasha manages to say something that embarrasses Jean and the whole thing backfires. The thought of Jean holding onto a sex life as one of the few normal things in his life has me sobbing, agh!!

I mean if Pieck didn't jump on both of those men when she had the chance, I sure as hell would. Although I don't think she'd mind sharing LOL, sister wives!!

In a modern au I like the idea of Jean being a late bloomer - big talk but is a bit too awkward around women and it happens later for him than he'd like. And only Marco knows the truth!! And and and Jean tried to do the one night stand life to one up Eren's sexcapades but the poor guy gets too attached and can't handle it <3

Thinking about this is actually helpful for my Jean x oc fic because it mostly follows canon, and well, of course these two have to fuck at some point, hehehe.

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Cold-hearted wolf

Pairing: Cregan Stark × Martell reader

Tags: arranged marriage, cregan starts out mean in this, enemies to lovers cus he's grumpy and has no time for feelings,

Chapter 3: the way he's obsessed with you, can't stop thinking impure thoughts while he's away, the calm before the sex... pick your favorite.

Note: I made up a war with Highgarden subplot that's not Canon. Ahem, for the plot, so bare with me.

Cregan Stark sat inside a tent with his face twisted in a mix of pain and discomfort. The maester carefully worked to stitch up a nasty gash that ran from his neck to his lower abdomen, courtesy of an enemy soldier's sword. He had little pity for the other man when he cut him clean through the heart with his own blade. The wound was a battle scar from the successful siege, a strategic victory that had his soldiers celebrating and chearing outside.

One of Cregan's knights entered the tent, bearing two pints. He handed one to his injured ruler. "This ale should ease the pain, my lord."

Cregan took the offered drink. "Bring more. This stitching feels personal."

The old man, still focused on his task, dismissed Cregan's jest. "Your Highness, if you'd stop squirming, it would help."

Cregan held still as the maester continued his work. "How many casualties did we suffer?"

The knight looked thoughtful for a moment. "Surprisingly low, my lord. The plan was exceptional."

Cregan's gaze shifted to the ground, and a sense of guilt crept over him. The plan that had proven so effective during the battle was one that you had worked on together. Right before he rudely discarded you. Your tactical insights and knowledge of warfare had been instrumental to saving his and his men's lives today. "I should have listened to her sooner.”

“My lord?”

“Lady y/n.” Cregan specified.

The knight nodded in understanding.

The maester stitching spoke up. “It takes time to see the wisdom in others, my lord. We can only strive to make amends."

Cregan hated being proven wrong. He kept his mouth shut.

As the stitching neared completion, the knight spoke up, "You've fought well today.”

Cregan shook his head with a satisfied smile. "I can't take all the credit. Tyrell's sword was his own downfall.” His enemy's weapon, though notoriously giant, was unwieldy, and Cregan, younger, more agile, and more practiced with his weapon, found his opening.

With the gash stitched and the pain somewhat subsiding, Cregan took another sip of ale. He couldn't help but feel a need to have you close. To celebrate with you, and thank you for your strategy, which was invaluable to his cause. He wanted you beside him in the next council meeting.

But you were far off, warm, and safe in Winterfell. No doubt giving his sister an earful about what an awful husband he's been if the letters he's received from her were any indication.

I like her very much, Cregan. And if you open your mind you would come to like her too. Also, it would help if you'd stop behaving like an ass.

The thought of you two getting along made him smile. Even if it was at his expense.

He was ashamed to admit there was truth to your accusation that night. No, he had not seen you as an equal. How could he?

What could you possibly know of the plight of living in the harsh and unforgiving environment of the North. Of its values and way of life. He'd read about Dornish life in his studies. Sunspear was warmth, music, dancing, and hedonism, literally the opposite of Winterfell. This showed to be true the moment you stepped foot on his grounds. You, with your carefree attitude and enticing dresses, perhaps accepted in your culture, but downright scandalous in his.

He remembered his anger in the hot springs when he heard the men going on about your wardrobe.

“I'd like to see if the Dornish sun forgot a few places.”

They were only jesting. Men, especially soldiers, made vulgar jokes all the time. But the fact that his men spoke about you in such a way made his blood boil hotter than the springs underneath the palace grounds.

All it took was a look from Cregan, and the man shut his mouth, swallowing nervously. But Cregan's anger didn't subside so easily.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, remembering taking his frustration out in your bedroom that same day he heard the vulgar comment, and the two more times that evening, and once more the next morning. His hands gripped his chair, mimicking the possessive way he'd held you with every thrust.

He wondered if you questioned why he was so upset. Although even if you did, judging by your whimpers and moans, you didn't seem to mind.

He laughed. Maybe his sister was right. Stubbornness was something you two definitely had in common.

Visions of you flooded his mind. Walking around with a high brow, flaunting your skin freely with seductive silks for his court to admire. Looking elegant and graceful while flipping him onto his back in the training yard. Unknowingly offering up a fantasy of an exotic warrior princess from the far south to hungry and repressed northern eyes… all just so you could prove a point.

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War was a lonely ordeal. And despite the women from the neighboring towns being more than happy to keep his men company, Cregan’s mind kept finding flaws in each of them.

Their lack of quiet defiance made them too agreeable, he decided. Although, no, not only that. It was also the missing fire in their eyes, the missing pride. They also had the wrong color hair and the wrong length, too. And on top of that, their clothing was also too... cold, yes. Too modest.

The gods help him. He was fucked.

Amidst the noise of his tent, he sat at a table surrounded by his men who were drinking and celebrating. The soft glow of candlelight cast a warm ambiance in the night. A raven's message had arrived, and he quickly sloppily unfurled the parchment, his eyes scanning the words eagerly.

The letter was from you, recounting the events of the day. "In an attempt to offer you a change of scenery, I will try to paint an image of how things are back home.” Your handwriting said. “Winterfell is alight with celebration of your victory. The town square was full of life. The common folks greeted me with glee and danced and sang. I even tried deer meat at an inn. It was… chewey."

A corner of his mouth lifted as he red the letter in your voice.

"You are well loved and admired, my lord. And missed. Also, please pet Grey for me as he is dearly missed as well."

A chuckle escaped Cregan's lips as he reached over to scratch his loyal dog behind the ear before continuing to read. "I even showed one boy how to use my Dornish blade. My favorite one."

Your willingness to connect with his people - your people, he corrected himself, was quite marvelous. A smile tugged at the corners of Cregan's lips as he pictured you among the celebrating townsfolk. He felt a painful pull at his chest, his hands itching for your skin.

He wondered, not for the first time, how he could remedy his actions of your last night together before he marched off. Regretfully recalling the fire and hurt in your eyes.

It would take more than a letter to make up for it. Cregan was neither poet nor a man of many words. He took action. He needed to fix this the only way he knew how.

The next day, he helped his squires and men pack the Stark army camp. With victory secured, they would be marching back to Winterfell.

Cregan was coming home.

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Kinktober Day 20- Roommate!Miguel x Reader

*Requested by Reader ;) *

        It was your third year of college and you had decided to get one of the dorm houses right next to the college. Finally! No more small apartment in a large dorm hall; no more random fire alarms because someone didn't know how long to cook popcorn; no more being locked out of your dorm room because you were in a shared bathroom; and finally, no more loud and obnoxious roommates. Having this house meant that you picked your roommate. You had your freedom.

        What better than a roommate who is going to have their heads stuck in the books or at the library? You interviewed so many people, but only one caught your attention as the perfect roommate. 

Miguel O'Hara

         The man was not only eye candy, but one of the smartest students on campus. Correction, he was the smartest student. You were surprised when he was in the hunt for a roommate. The two of you got along and you decided to go with him. All you ever heard about him was either girls wanting to fuck him, or that he was a hardass who kept his head in the books. A perfect roommate.

         Things were going smoothly for the first few months. You barely saw him due to your conflicting schedules, but he kept his part of the house clean. There was never any loud noise from his room, nor was there any reason to complain. The only little issue you were having was that he was too fucking sexy.

        Lord did the impure thoughts start when you saw him exit the shower one day. You swore drool was coming out of your mouth as you stared at him. You would have never thought that Miguel was so fit. No wonder why all the girls on campus wanted to date him. The man had a body of a god!

"Perhaps I should charge a fee," Miguel said, waking you from your trance. Your face was flustered,

"Sorry! I was just surprised!" You admitted, hiding your embarrassment. 

"Surprised it took you long enough to know why I like to hide here instead of the library?" You could have sworn you saw a smirk on his face, "Midterms are coming up. Let me know if you need help...studying."

        Oh man, you were embarrassed. Since then, Miguel had gotten a little more snarky with you. In a playful manner. Honestly, it felt like he was pulling st your heart strings. The man was smart, hot and a menace to your thoughts. You were ashamed to say that you had thought about your roommate a lot at night as you played with yourself.

        You weren't the only one. Miguel was pumping his dick in his hand every night to the thought of you under him. You were pretty dangerous to be around. Walking around in your underwear and a shirt; laying on the couch; hell, Miguel was even aroused by you cooking dinner. In his eyes, you were already his. He just hadn't sealed the deal yet.

"Argh, I hate men!" You cried out, planting your face onto the couch. Miguel was sitting on the side chair,

"Including me?" He asked, not straying away from his essay. You huffed, face him,

"No..."

"Good, now who do I have to beat up for annoying my precious roommate?"

"Hahaaa, just one of my classmates. We were doing a project and he had the gall to tell me I had no idea what I'm doing. I fucking major in the subject!"

       As you were venting, Miguel was staring at you. He found it cute how red your cheeks got when you were angry. How tight your clothes were against your body. Miguel wanted to see you strip. To get lazy and comfy. It was something only for his eyes to see. He moved his laptop over his bulge, wanting to hide the fact that he was getting turned on from just staring at you.

"And then he had the absolute nerve after all that to ask me out! Like, why would I want to date a rude snob like him?! After I said hell no, he called me a bitch and went to shit talk me to his friends!" You whimpered, tears threatening to spill. 

        Miguel immediately went to your aid. He brought you a box of tissues, sitting beside you now. You rested your head against his shoulder, trying your best to not cry.

"I can beat him up for you, amor. (love). You can do so much better."

"Haha, thanks Miguel."

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          After that, you went back to your hard studies since Finals were around the corner. That boy who had bothered you prior stopped bothering you completely. In fact, he avoided you. It was strange, but you were happy about it. All you needed was to pass your classes. Miguel helped you study for midterms, perhaps he was willing to help you again for finals?

        You were sitting in your shared living room, waiting for Miguel's class to get out. You were getting frustrated from trying to figure out stuff from another class. Glancing at the time, you inhaled deeply. There was still plenty of time before Miguel came home, you could use a little destress. Laying against the couch, you spread your legs and began to rub your clit was massaging you breast.

"Mhm, Miguel," You closed your eyes, imaging that it was Miguel toying with your body.

        Raising your hips, you started to feverishly rub your clit. Whines coming out as you desperately wanted Miguel to touch you. You lowered your fingers to your aching hole, doing your best to finger yourself.

"Miguel!" You whined.

"Fuck," Miguel groaned as he walked through the door. You gasped loudly, fixing yourself, 

"M-Miguel!? Y-Your c-class-?!" You panicked. Miguel hurried to your side,

"Don't you fucking stop now." He groaned, his hands making haste into your shorts, "Fuck, hearing your moans when I walk in. Cómo puedo contenerme? (How can I hold myself back?)"

       You gasped as Miguel had you pinned to the couch. His hands quickly replaced yours and he entered two digits into your wet cunt. You moaned, arching your back into the couch as he pumped his fingers roughly. Your pussy clentching down against his hand whike your hips moved against his palm. His fingers were so thick, bigger than some of your toys. He was already stretching you out.

"Hah, ah, M-Miguel..." You whimpered a moan as he curled his fingers. Miguel licked his lips,

"Qué hermoso. Tu cuerpo se está desmoronando por mi culpa. (How beautiful. Your body just falling apart because of me.)" You trembled as you reached your first orgasm, "What a naughty roommate. Teasing me so much."

        You panted heavily, never experience an orgasm like that before. You followed Miguel's gaze, watching him undo his pants as he licked his fingers. His pupils almost looked blown once he had a taste of you. It made you wetter. Finally, all of those wet dreams you've had of fucking your roommate was about to come true. Miguel cussed lowly as his belt got in the way.

"I never seen you this stressed," You teased, helping him undo his pants, "How long have you been wanting this?"

"Why do you think I became your roommate?" Miguel watched your reaction towards his large dick, "You?"

"Before midterms,"

        You stroked his dick with both hands. His low rumbling groans were turning you on more. You brought your lips to his tip, licking the precum that had started to drip. You winced at the salty taste but continued to suck him. Miguel's hand rested on your head as you bobbed your head against him. It was difficult and you could not take him fully, but Miguel seemed to enjoy it. Tears formed from the corner of your eyes as Miguel forced your head lower.

        Muffling against his dick, Miguel stopped, allowing you to breathe. You crawled over his lap, positioning his dick over your soaked hole. Miguel held your hips and placed you on your back before entering. The two of you moaned in unison. Miguel held your legs up as he stretched you out. Miguel was destroying your pussy and he hadn't even moved yet. You gripped the couch's blanket, raising your hips as he kept pushing himself inside.

"Looks like you need help with your finals," Miguel groaned, watching your pussy suck his dick as he finally fit his whole length, "Let me start by teaching this naughty pussy a lesson."

"Mhm, p-please," You begged. Miguel pulled back then slapped his length into you with force, "Ah~!" You cried out.

"Qué compañera de cuarto más cachonda. ¿A punto de romperse después de un solo empujón de mi polla? Tu coño fue hecho solo para mí. Mira lo mojada que estás, sólo para mí. (What a slutty roommate. About to break after just one thrust of my dick? Your pussy was made just for me. Look at how wet you are, just for me.)"

"M-Miguel!" 

        You gasped for air as he fucked your brains out. Each thrust was bringing your orgasm closer and closer. Miguel grabbed your breasts, playing with them as he sucked on your collarbone. His dick pounding you relentlessly. He had his body pinned against you like an animal in heat, refusing to let you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his ear as you reached another orgasm. Miguel shivered in delight and decided to reward you. He slammed his cock a few more times, filling your womb with his cum.

"Looks like you're going to need a lot more lessons, cariño (sweetheart). But don't worry, I won't charge my dear roommate."

"Y-You better not." You huffed. Miguel smirked as he gave you another slap of his dick, "W-Wait~ Mhm, d-don't...d-do that." Your whines turned into moans as Miguel kept abusing your poor cunt.

"After waiting this long, you really don't think I'm not going to fuck you dumb? Gotta make sure I keep tutoring you."

"Hah, hah, y-yes," You replied, throwing your head back in pleasure.

        You did not care how many times you needed to ask Miguel for help. You knew that he would tutor you seriously. It was your payment that you really looked forward too. Anytime either of you were stressed, you two had some of the best sex. When it was time to renew your lease for the house, both you and Miguel did not hesitate to agree. Miguel was the perfect roommate. Perfect boyfriend. You were not letting go of him, and neither was he of you.

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Project L.S.K.

Pairing: Re4!Leon Kennedy x ScientistGN!Reader

Summary: After Spain, the U.S. government decides Leon Kennedy is too precious to be wasted, so they start a project with you as the leader. (aka the fanfic where you have to collect semen from Leon)

Warning tags: SMUT SO MINORS DNI, slight DUBCON, handjob, subby!leon, cum collecting, dirty talking, needy!leon, bit of exhibitionist!leon

Author's Notes: heey. this isn't what i normally write since i am not a fan of dubcon/noncon, but my husband had the idea and i opened an exception. enjoy your reading!

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This is probably wrong. Ethically wrong and immoral in so many ways. Having your hands down in the pants of your object of study was clearly not how you decided to make your Saturday about….or was it? The task given by your superiors was clear as day: “Collect Leon fluids. We want blood and all the fluids you can get.”

They really meant it all fluids.

So, as the head scientist of Project L.S.K, you empty the laboratory the day Leon is supposed to come. Just you and him. Not that you have a crush or anything (that would be extremely inappropriate), but meeting the man in person for the first time and having to collect his semen, you wanted him as comfortable as he could be, and with a laboratory full of other scientists examining him wouldn’t help.

Leon was polite enough, shaking your hand. Deep down, Agent Kennedy knows you are just doing your job and just want to get it done and over with. How can you blame him? You lead him to a small room with an exam table, a comfortable armchair, and a regular table with a chair on the other side. There are no windows, for Leon’s relief. Leon turns around as you hand him the specimen cup with his name and date printed. 

Leon waits for you to leave the room, but you close the door after you and sit in the chair behind the table. Leon blinks, and you give him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. They require me to stay in case you try to fake the test. It will be like I am not even here, I promise.”

Fantastic, Leon thinks. He drops into the armchair, cursing himself for not suspecting that before. Again, you were just doing your job. All he has to do now is cum in a damn tiny cup. It shouldn't be that hard: Leon can't remember the last time he pleasured himself. So easy peasy.

Ten minutes pass. Leon tries really hard: Guiding his hand inside his pants without pulling his cock entirely out, Leon strokes himself, closing his eyes. He doesn't even know what to imagine, conscious of your presence in the room. He just wants to get done with it.

Obviously, he can’t.

He sighs, frustrated, louder than he should, attracting your attention. If it was purposeful or not, it didn't matter. You pull your eyes up from whatever you are reading, crossing your sight with the vulnerable, pink-faced Agent Kennedy. A few strains of his hair have fallen over his face. You open your mouth and close it before clearing your throat. Now, it is not time to have impure thoughts.

"We have a fleshlight if you need it." Your interjection seems to get him by surprise, hitting him like lightning. Leon pulls his hands out of his pants as if they were electrified, his eyes wide. He looks at you, mouth agape and hair over his face. You look away, embarrassed. Great way to make Leon comfortable.

Before you can even apologize, Leon’s voice confesses low and apologetic.

“I have never done it with someone watching me before…”

Well, crap. The weight of that confession raises the temperature in the room, and suddenly, you feel warm. Mainly by the way Leon is staring at you: vulnerable, pleading for some sort of comfort. Anything you could give him. Your hand closes in a fist as the rational part of your body screams for you to not do it. You could lose your job. But those blue eyes are begging for the release only you could give.

The question comes from your mouth because you are trying to help him. After all, it’s for science, and your superiors didn’t want Leon cheating on the exam, right? What better way to ensure than to do it yourself?

“Do you need help?”

Leon takes a long time to answer, so long you think he will deny you. But he gives you a slight nod, looking down, embarrassed. You pick up your chair, placing it at his side. His body is tense, and Leon doesn’t look up when you sit near him, hands waiting on your lap.

“This wouldn’t put you in any trouble, right?” Leon wonders. You shake your head, finding it adorable that he worries for you. You barely know each other.

“No. I will be fine.” Honestly, you didn't even care if this would put you in trouble at this point.

Leon relaxes under you, and you have the vision of the Rookie who survived the Raccoon City outbreak. He seems unsure of himself, innocent almost, with barely any experience. You lunge forward, your hands on his thighs, not moving. 

“I am fine, really. You can go. I haven’t done this in a long time. Hopefully, it means I will finish fast."

You nod, trying to ignore the pressure that gives you. You pull his pants down slowly. Leon raises his hips slightly so the pants drop further, his eyes going down to his lap where you can see the very tip of his cock on his black underwear. You try not to laugh or say it is cute, like a peeking bird. You don’t immediately touch it, focusing on massaging the upper part of his tights in circles to get Leon to relax.

"Is this fine?" You want him to be completely comfortable.

"Yes." Leon trembles. Either the cold or your touch. Or both. You wonder when was the last time he had someone to care for him like that.

“Close your eyes now. I want you to relax.”

He follows your command, relaxing against the armchair. Slowly, his shoulders fall, and his forehead furrow is gone. For some reason (that you thank), Leon seems to trust you enough for you to do this. Your hand goes to your jacket pocket, finding a lube, especially for male masturbation. You thought Leon might need some of that and would have offered for him to use on himself, but oh well. You coat your hand with the gel and gently rub it on Leon’s cock tip. His surprise whimper and how he immediately opens his legs for you tell you are doing something right.

You want to ask him if he liked that but bite your mouth. You gently pull his cock out of his underwear and slowly squeeze his length up and down with your lubed hand, wanting Leon to feel good. This is clearly not about the test anymore for you. Leon seems to bite his lips, trying to contain another moan.

“No need to be ashamed. It is just you and me here, Leon. Let it out all.” Leon’s cock twitches in your hands in response, and you wonder how much Agent Kennedy enjoys dirty talk. Maybe you should try more? For science.

“You seem to really enjoy this. I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist. Imagine if we got caught right here, right now, in how much trouble we would be.” You attempt again, watching Leon’s cock. It certainly seems to answer your stimulus, pre-cum leaking from his cock.

Your other hand, coated in lube, starts squeezing with his balls. Leon’s hands grab the side of the armchair, his knuckles turning white. You can feel wetness in the middle of your legs, and you ignore it focusing on working his cock harder and faster.

“You are doing so well, Leon.” 

“Please…” Leon’s low whimper makes you fall out of your chair. 

Your body is sweating now, but in no way like Leon’s, with his hair sticking in his forehead. He still doesn’t look at you (better that way), his chest raising up and down with deep breaths. He isn’t biting his lip anymore, letting out a “more” or “fuck” between quick breaths. His hips move against your hand, trying to find more friction.

“Please, what?"

“Please, let me cum.”

You look for the specimen cup, your hand leaving his balls, and focus on jerking his cock. You rub the head of his cock in circles, spreading more of his pre-cum around, and Leon's back flinches from the armchair. He is close, and you can feel it. You stop for a moment to open the specimen cup before leaning forward, close enough so you are near Leon’s ear.

“You did so good, Leon. All you have to do is cum for me now, give me all you can.” 

Leon lets out a weak “I am cumming,” and you focus on directing his cock toward the cup. He fills over half of the cup before dropping into the chair, exhausted. You close the lid, ignoring your desire to kiss his parted lips, before getting up from the chair to get some towels and water. 

Leon already has his dick tucked inside his underwear when you get back. He accepts your towel, murmuring thanks, his eyes again not meeting yours. You give him a water bottle, and Leon gets up from the chair, pulling his pants up.

It is over, you think, a tiny hint of sadness and disappointment inside your heart. Leon doesn’t owe you anything, you know that. You are grateful to be able to have made this afternoon less miserable. You joke when he finally faces you, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fifty dollars at the table.” His eyebrows arch in question, and you shake your head. “Never mind.”

He grabs your arm gently before you can walk toward the exit door. You look back to Leon, who seems to be debating choosing his words carefully.

“This shouldn’t be the last time we see each other, right?” An idea flares up in your head.

“No. The government will probably need more. I will especially supervise those collections if you allow me.”

“I wouldn’t ask for anyone else.”

You couldn’t agree more. For science.

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Too Far Gone ⧸ Choso

༞ Contains...! smut, established relationship, mentions of masturbation, scent kink, virgin!choso, making out, premature ejaculation, use of 'good boy', slight dry humping, slight oral fixation, choso rips your shorts when he cums <3 lots of saliva... you're welcome.

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 1,291 words.

Relationships were foreign territory to Choso. So, when he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, and you said yes, he was dumbfounded. Choso partially expected you to reject him, so when you inevitably didn’t... he had no clue how to function.

He was reticent around you more than ever before. You had been seeing each other for months, and Choso, was still acting cagey. You knew intimacy was brand new to the tense man himself, but you’ve initiated every physical act. You chalked it up to him just being nervous and inexperienced. 

Your first kiss together? That was all you. Choso stood frozen before you when it happened. When you pulled back to read his expression, he was blushing profusely. With a lopsided grin adorning his face. 

It took him several more times of you offering chaste kisses before he finally caved. Choso’s kisses were devoted yet hesitant. His lips would quiver as he sucked in a shaky breath before pulling himself back. His eyes swirled with desire as if he wanted- no, needed more from you. Though, your doting boyfriend never acted on such desires. Choso’s touches remained perfectly innocent— until something seemingly snapped within him. 

He had just gotten out of the shower when you arrived. You visited the place he called home often, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Choso, I found this new game we can play together. It’s kinda scary though, think you’re up for—“ Your train of thought was cut short when you finally looked up from your phone. Your boyfriend was practically bare before you, only clad in a thin cotton towel that hugged his hips. You couldn’t help but ogle Choso’s exposed torso.

You didn’t expect him to be so built under his clothing. Choso always wore baggy, ill-fitting apparel, so it left much up to the imagination. But seeing his defined muscles decorating his stomach and arms caused heat to pool in your core. 

Wet raven locks stuck to his neck. The dampened strands of hair clung to his cheeks slightly too, and tiny water droplets trickled down his throat and to his full pecs. At this point, you were silent for too long, and it was evident you were practically eye fucking your boyfriend. But you seriously couldn’t look away. You spent countless nights imagining what Choso might look like, entirely uncovered for you. What it would feel like to touch him, to make him feel good. Hear him cry out in pleasure because of you. 

You spent many late evenings getting yourself off to these impure thoughts you had about your boyfriend. So, to say your mind wandered while you gaped at his half-naked form was an understatement. “Uh… change of plans. We can always play that game another time. I have something else in mind.” You cleared your throat, trying to conceal the fact that you were unbearably horny. 

“…Sure, what else did you have in mind?” Choso spoke softly; a complete contrast to his deep voice as he averted his gaze from yours. That signature blush of his coated his face once more, spreading to his ears. Making him feel hot under your intense gaze. 

You hardly gave Choso any warning as you lept into his arms. On instinct, he caught you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as your legs hooked loosely around his torso. Your sudden action caused the towel to slip off his hips, leaving him entirely naked. Choso's eyes were blown wide at the realization. He tried to pull back to conceal himself, but you wouldn't allow it. Instead, you pulled him in for a heated kiss. Your hands tangled in his damp hair, tugging on his raven locks playfully. You ground your hips down on instinct when Choso let out a delicious whine against your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt his cock begin to stiffen underneath you. Choso's length twitched and throbbed against your clothed lower half. The further you ground down against his needy cock, the more desperate your lover's whines became. His legs were shaky from the intense pleasure. The furthest you had gone in your relationship was a few heated makeout sessions. So, this was exhilarating for Choso. He slowly stumbled backward until the back of his thighs hit the edge of his bed. You both let out a gasp as he sat down, causing his cock to slot between the crease of your ass. You could tell he was big just by the feeling of him alone. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth at the thought of your boyfriend stretching you out with his cock.

Choso gazed at you, half-lidded eyes darker than before. A string of saliva connected both of you as your lungs burned for air. Choso looked like he was contemplating something as you huffed, trying to catch your breath. But, before you could ask him what was on his mind, he flipped you over. Now Choso was above you, comfortably slotted between your parted thighs. His eyes never once left yours, not even for a single second. This was rare. Choso almost always averted his gaze after a makeout session. But something shifted within him. His resolve dwindled down to nothing before he could hold himself back. 

He began kissing down your neck, huffing against your skin. Breathing you in. Choso allowed his hands to drift underneath your flimsy shirt as his kisses traveled lower. He was whining against your skin as his hands pulled your shirt over your midsection. You let out a soft sigh as he kissed your stomach, carding your hands through his raven locks once more. "You're so soft... smell so good... especially right here... fu-fuck..."

Choso mumbled in his daze. His face was centimeters away from clothed pussy as he inhaled deeply. His eyes finally left yours, dark orbs now fixated on the wet patch left behind on the fabric of your shorts. He pushed his face further into you, nose brushing up against your clothed clit as he breathed you in. His hips twitched from below the more he lost himself in your scent. "A-Amazing... Never smelt something so... so- hah... wonder if it tastes just as good..." Choso continued to mutter to himself as his tongue darted out. He lapped at the wet spot on your shorts, further dampening the fabric with his saliva. 

You watched in amusement as Choso's eyes rolled back from the faint taste of your essence. His hands held your hips tightly in place as he indulged. You let out a whine, imagining how he would react if he tasted you without the barrier of clothing. You were sure he would lose his mind. He continued to pamper his perverse desires for a few moments more before it became too overwhelming for the chaste man. "Hah... so good... sh-shit!" 

You gasped as Choso's hands that adorned your hips pulled at the fabric of your shorts, tearing them apart as he twitched and bucked his hips. He was drooling as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. A faint smirk etched into your face as you realized what had happened. Choso just came... from this alone. Pride pooled in your chest at this realization. "Good boy, Choso..."

Choso was twitching so much as he rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. He bit his lip at the realization that his cock was still painfully hard. He was too far gone, Choso couldn’t control himself around you. It was as if an invisible force surrounded you, pulling him in. You had a certain effect on him that no one else acquired.

"You really think I'm a good boy? But I didn't... here, let me make it up to you."

this is definitely gonna need a part two...

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Things Inupiaq culture doesn't traditionally have:

Kings/royalty (requiring tribute from the people you lead is seen as tyranical and tyrants are killed when possible)

A cash economy (dentallium shells were valued by many other cultures and sometimes were used as money in international trade, but not among fellow Inupiat)

Agriculture (we are traditionally a hunter-gatherer people seasonally following the herds, fish, and ripening greens and berries)

Corporal punishment (you aren't even supposed to yell at people or even scold children)

Slavery (you could argue this one since women were sometimes captured and taken as wives; but this is typically regarded as an ancient and morally questionable practice. The Inupiat didn't believe in owning people or their labor, only at best associating through marriage, blood relation, or wife-exchange)

Primogeniture as a hard-fast rule (Inupiat culture was traditionally patriarchal so a son may inherit his father's status as a family patriarch if he is already a father at this time, but material inheritence was not guaranteed to work that way)

A written language (historians were assigned to memorize records, family trees, and the like)

Human or animal sacrifices (would be considered cruel and wasteful)

Formal vs informal language (socio-economic class is mutable and does not affect language)

Gendered pronouns (our language uses pronouns to indicate tone of a sentence the way many languages use pronunciation, as well as relationship between subject and object in complex sentences and in all cases whether the subject is singular, dual, or plural and if the sentence is in first, second, or third person. An absolute fuckton of pronouns and none of them are gendered)

Raw meat taboo (except in the case of pregnancy; the arctic climate means the weather was not too far off from refrigerator or freezer temperatures, if not colder, and underground storage was often placed around frozen methane deposits known as permafrost)

Dog meat taboo (dogs were helpful as beasts of burden or sometimes hunting companions but when there's a famine you gotta eat what you can)

Many ceremonies taken for granted (for example, if a man and woman mutually agreed they were married, that was the only wedding required. We had big celebrations for survival, and women got incredible face tattoos for coming of age, but many lifestages were celebrated more low-key with little pomp and circumstance)

Shirts (you didn't wear anything underneath your atigi, and if it was too warm for it, you took it off. Yes, even women. Presbyterian missionaries thought we were godless sluts for our tits out ways)

Virginity marriage requirement (it was best if a woman hadn't had sex before but only because we lived in small communities and you have to keep track of bloodlines. Having sex didn't make girls unclean or impure and unwed mothers were taken care of by their families and weren't stigmatized)

Required monogomy (men could have multiple wives and women could have multiple husbands, wife exchange was a means of fostering allegiance, and the main problem with cheating is that it involved lying and prioritizing pleasure over duties like making sure your husband doesn't fall to his death while hunting. In stories about cheating and revenge, the cheater and retaliating jealous partner are both depicted as in the wrong)

There are more, but these i feel provide a pretty good basic idea of the culture. You can use these bits of info as Water Tribe worldbuilding inspo if you want, but i won't pester you into it. I just think my culture is neat and wanted to share ^-^

[pearlywritings]

Finally... we’ve waited for so long

synopsis: tempting images fill your husband’s mind, when after yet another long day he is relaxing in hot water. He is aching and yerning for your caress, but instead it’s his hand reaching down, because he cares for your your well-being too much.

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, established relationship, masturbating, fingering, bath sex

word count: 3.1k+ words

Diluc sighs in frustration, resting his chin in his open palm, elbow firmly planted on the side of a bathtub. He can faintly hear you right outside the door - moving around your shared bedroom, surely tending to his discarded clothes, sorting through what should be left for maids to wash, what can stay, and what will end up stored away in a jewelry box. Only the golden band around his ring finger is shining brightly, and upon catching how lights reflect in the metal, the guilt twists the heart in the man's chest.

He feels like he is failing you as a husband. Admittedly, it was a horrible couple of weeks, too much happening, with preparation for the festival weighing on his shoulders as well, and he was rightfully exhausted to even talk when his head hit the pillow far later than acceptable. But so were you. You were involved in all these business and preparation things because of him, coordinating and being a mediator in conflict arising situations, which wore you out mentally as much as it did him physically. Many nights only one of you made it to the Winery, the other staying behind in the city and crashing to the hotel room. Maybe you really should consider getting an apartment within the city walls for such occasions. Something small and comfy, enough for two people to spend the night. He'll need to discuss it with you.

Not today though. He groans, straightening his back and realizing how full of pent up stress his body is. Usually he'd ask you for a massage, not forgetting to give one in return, but right now he can do as much as finish bathing to get himself in an appropriate form and get in bed with you to cuddle.

Diluc's fingers twitch at the thought of wrapping his arms around your soft and warm body, burying his face in your neck, inhaling that ever-present scent of fresh fruits that sings of summer, so full and juicy, that one bite can make them leak. A sweet sugary droplet would run down your chin, your bobbing throat and maybe he could catch it on his tongue before it reaches your plump breasts-

Fiery eyes snap open. He didn't realize it but his breathing suddenly became labored, his lungs got into a frenzy, hungrily inhaling the air and almost choking on the bath products' aroma swirling in the air. Why would he have such impure thoughts about you? Of course you are his wife, his lover, the woman whom he's seen in her best and worst, and also neediest, whose body he wants to worship till the rest of his life and whose voice fills him with thrill every time your beautiful lips part open. But…why? Why now? Shouldn't he be too exhausted to even think of your bare skin, of how you'd prettily lay sprawled under him, back arched and fingers buried in his hair? Oh, the sinfully clear details of his thoughts.

The gaze shamefully falls down to the still hot water, temperature unchanged, due to how warm his pyro vision is making his body, and then crimson orbs widen. Shit, maybe those really were long two weeks, with not much but a brief kiss here and there, and even rarer hugs, replaced by holding hands for a few minutes when things got too overwhelming.

Just mere thoughts are making him hard, and it seems like his mind doesn't want to stop fantasizing about you. It's been awhile, he admits, he probably hasn't touched you intimately in a whole month, and it fired back at him with a hard on at the slightest image of your gorgeous body imprinted into his brain.

It wasn't fair to you either, but he wasn't going to ask you to help him now. You've already done so much, and the least he could do is let you rest properly. 

Maybe if he pictures more scenes of when you rocked your bed, it'll bring him to relief in a matter of time, to get out and let you use the bathroom for your own relaxation.

He could keep quiet. It will be quick.

His back meets the tub's edge. Hand immediately goes for the half-hard cock, grasping the pulsing length and applying the pressure. Diluc curses under his breath, when his thumb swiftly swipes over the sensitive slit and sends a jolt through his body. Archons, he is aching, stomach muscles immediately flexing when he moves his palm up and down, pushing the foreskin away, revealing a flushed head.

Another memory resurfaces of when you were helping him relieve stress after a long night at the tavern, kissing his lips and letting your hand play with his leaking length. He traces the starting to bulge veins the same way you did, and even if it's hard to replicate your godsent touch Diluc still shudders again. Flaming gaze turns hazy, glazed over, overtaken by the image of your pretty fingers drawing hearts on his pectorals while your hand never ceased moving, gripping and teasing the hell out of your husband, and the Dawn Winery owner tries his hardest to do the same. But it doesn't feel the same, not with his hand being so rough and calloused that it actually feels a bit uncomfortable without lube - no amount of hot water can soften the scarred palms toughened by hardships. You like them though. You like to hold them, kiss them, have them plunging and curling deep inside of you, soaked in your juices, rubbing again those spongy walls, fuck… 

He has to lift his hips a little to let the precum run down his fully erect cock, to have at least some form of lubricant. Oh, if only you were here…

No, he has to remind himself, you are tired, you deserve a break, not another hour of pushing yourself beyond your limits to deal with his aroused state. 

Just to cum once, he repeats in his head, speeding up the stroking, come once and get out. Just one release, and the bath is all yours, he'll pour new water for you while you take off all your clothes and when he turns around, you'll be standing there in all your naked beauty, folding the garments, hair undone and those plush thighs pressed together, ngh-

Diluc doesn't hear the door open. He doesn't see another person stepping inside, doesn't feel a slight chill entering the bathroom from a window cracked open in the bedroom. His long lashes are kissing the apples of his cheeks, his pants and quiet moans escape those glistening pink lips, and skin too hot with need to be bothered with a meaningless breeze.

He is so close, just a little more-

"Love, you forgot to bring a fresh towel with y-oooooh," your sweet voice and a loud gasp are like a bucket of cold water, making him choke on another prayer of your name. Flaming eyes are wild when they snap open and stare at you, cheeks heating up upon seeing the stunned look on your lovely face. The raging blush coating Diluc's cheeks is apparent on his milky skin, and yours are pink too, but not even coming close to the richest red taking over his face.

The hand, which just moments ago was roughly pumping his thick aching cock, is ripped away by its own owner, previously raised hips hiding under the water, and the big muscular body curling over in embarrassment.

"My flame, I-" it's not even his voice, so hoarse and laced with desire, having dropped half an octave lower. Your husband doesn't even have an explanation for this unbecoming behavior of this. Ah, how much he wishes to sink under this water and die.

"Did you touch yourself thinking about me?"

Diluc Ragnvindr, the sole nightly protector of Mondstadt, the businessman who monopolized the wine industry not only in his homeland but the whole world, almost cries out loud because of your bold question. Guilt infiltrates his body and soul, chewing at his mind, which is spiraling with thoughts of you thinking what a dirty pervert he must be. You've never caught him touching himself before alone, not like he did it often anyway.

He truly is an awful husband.

All he can do is nod, because he would never lie to the woman he holds dear in his heart, and prepare himself for the disappointment in your voice. But what you say next catches him completely off guard.

"Finally." 

Diluc turns his head just in time to see you tossing the towel on the vanity and turning around to close the door. When you return and get closer to him, the man is surprised to find your tired expression from half an hour ago being replaced by excitement, desire dancing in your previously droopy eyes and hands feverishly tugging on your clothes to get it off.

Almost in awe he watches your soft breasts bounce, not longer constricted by fabric. Your thighs are pressed together, just like he imagined, when you drag more clothes off, becoming completely naked in a matter of seconds. Archons he thinks with a lovesick look in his swirling eyes, she is a goddess. My goddess.

The love-stricken stupor ends only when you climb into the tub and in his lap, knees pressed to the white porcelain bottom on either side of his strong hips, arms wrapped around his neck and chests pushing impossibly close.

"Archons I missed you too…" You confess, pressing a searing kiss to the corner of his lips, and Diluc believes you. Muscular arms wrap around your waist almost desperately, drawing your body even closer. The low groan finds its way out of his strained throat when your pussy drags against his cock in the process, and is then swallowed by your eager lips, pressing against his.

Diluc keens on the feeling, immediately lost in it, throwing all the thoughts about letting you rest out of the window. Kissing you again and again, he can only wish for feeding both of your desires, giving you the satisfaction that was ripped away from you because of work.

When you gently tug on the roots of his hair, the man quietly moans, cock twitching against you, making you bite your lip and stop devouring his mouth momentarily, instead focusing on rocking your hips, riling not only your lover but yourself up.

This little pause gives you both an opportunity to catch your breaths. Diluc looks down to take in your shuddering form. From the waist down your skin has turned red from how hot the water is but you seem to ignore it, blissfully mewling and moaning, when the cockhead catches against your swollen clit.

"You are not ngh repulsed?" His question makes you tear your gaze from where you soon will be connected and look back at his face. There is clearly worry etched in his features and still some guilt hiding behind the crimson of his eyes. The strong urge to reassure him quickly blooms in your heart.

"Because you were masturbating while imagining me?" He nods, blush bursting onto his cheeks with new brightness. "Oh, firefly," you breathlessly giggle, cupping the side of his face and making him look right into your eyes, "if anything I am happy to know it's me you think of in the moment of pleasure. I am your wife, am I not? I'd take your horny state as a compliment, it is nice to know you are yearning for me. So don't stress yourself over it, okay? Besides…" your voice turns sultry and the smile seductive. "I didn't lie when I said I missed you much. I too did touch myself at the thought of you."

Something in Diluc snaps. Maybe it's the fact he was too stupid not to think that you are married and it's okay to imagine your partner while jerking off, or maybe it's you admitting he's been on your mind in your neediest times as well, or the notion he wasn't there to properly please you, but all his self-restraint is forgotten.

He kisses you again, this time with more vigor and persistence. Hands are all over each other, touching, caressing, groping, carefully scratching, digging nails in the skin of your thighs and his shoulders.

You don't think you can take it any longer.

"Stretch me, love, please" you murmur between kisses and before Diluc knows it a big hand on your hip pushes you up onto your knees, making you stick your ass out, and two of his fingers are already sliding into your hole. Celestia above you are tight. So neglected and horny, closing onto him with a vice grip, walls velvety under the pads of his long fingers, so warm and slick.

Your sounds though… Diluc thinks he is going to come undone just because of them. He picks a pace to thrust his fingers properly.

"I've waited for so lo-ooh, mmm to make love to you, but couldn't find a moment to initiate any-thi-," you shudder when he curls his fingers against that special spot. You almost collapse on top of him, burying your face in his neck and clinging to his back for dear life. "Didn't want work to interfere in an unfortunate moment. But fuck!" Your voice rings, jumping a few tones higher, sounding so much needier. "I wanted you to take me!"

"I will, my flame," he hurriedly promises you, kissing your temple and pressing a thumb to rub your clit. "I will make you feel so good, I will take care of you…"

"You are already doing it," your muffled cry and how your thighs clench together, sandwiching his hand tell Diluc that you are close. "One more finger, please, please, please, please-"

And he complies, adding one more, pumping three digits in and out, in and out, not forgetting about the sensitive nub. You kiss him again, burying fingers in his disheveled hair, wet strands streaming through your fingers like a river of fire, and Diluc feels that it's him who is being swallowed by the flames of temptation, but if you are the cause - so be it.

Just don't stop wanting him.

"Come on, dear," he whispers, taking his hand off of your hip and bringing it to hold the side of your face, "I need you to cum for me. Get all wet and slick for my cock, right?"

Your jaw goes slack at how fast he starts to fuck your pussy, eyes blown wide and cheeks red in response to his bold words. You might have initiated it, but Diluc is sure to finish it.

One last rough press to your clit and you burst, crying his name and convulsing around his fingers. Juices of your relief immediately coat them, making your pussy squelch as you are guided through your orgasm. Your husband gently shushes you, littering your face with sweet kisses, and carefully working the digits out of your gaping, gushing cunt. You tremble and whine quietly when he helps you lower yourself back in the water, head pressed to his chest and eyes closed, going a bit limp on top of him.

The room grows quiet, save for your shared heavy breaths, and Diluc hugs you tightly, kissing the top of your head. The small heart you draw on his shoulder, too breathless to speak just yet, fills his calming heart with pride and joy. There is no more worry in him over the unholy act you caught him in, not after you took his fingering so eagerly, reassuring him your want for him is just as strong.

Speaking of his want…

He was still painfully hard.

"My flame…" Your lashes tremble before you hum and shift yourself to be able to look up at him. The pretty gems of your eyes shine brightly as you gaze lovingly at the man who's just given you the best orgasm in the last month.

"Yes, 'luc?" 

He clears his throat, reaching to brush a wet strand of hair away from your face. You turn your head and playfully catch his thumb between your teeth, softly nibbling the digit. A smirk appears on Diluc's face. He pries his thumb out of your mouth and instead press with it on your swollen lower lip, locking the rest of his fingers under your chin and tilting your head back.

"Do you think…" he wonders, lowering his head to brush his equally swollen lips against the side of your neck, "...you could help me out?"

And with that he rocks his hips, making you aware of the still remaining problem.

This seems to sober you up, as you are suddenly pushing your body off of him.

"Of course, 'luc, I am sorry, I was so caught up in the moment," you sheepishly chuckle, grabbing the hand that was holding your chin seconds ago, and kissing the wide palm. "Your fingers are just that good."

"I am glad," he smiles, content with your praise and knowledge that he makes you feel this way. He lets you straighten up, wondering what you are going to do next. You wink at him, moving away and to the other end of the tub. He cocks his head in confusion, but it quickly dawns on him, when you turn around to face away from him and grasp the edge with both of your hands, bending your body in a delicious manner. His gaze turns hungry, when he sees your compromising position - legs spread the best the width of the tub allows, back arched, ass raised and lower lips shyly peeking from between your thighs and above the water surface.

"What are you waiting for, Diluc~? Why don't you put it in?" Your teasing voice and a wiggle of your hips spur him into action.

A soft gasp leaves your lips when a big hand slams on the edge near your own and hot lips latch onto your shoulder, sucking the very first mark tonight on your skin.

"Oh, Y/n..." You feel him smirk, clenching around nothing at the way he drags out your name in a rumbling growl. "I am going to take such good care of you… And don't you dare hide your sweet sounds from me."

"Only if- oh yes," you arch even more when a thick head pushes between the lips and nudges your hole.

"Only if what?" Diluc presses, grasping the base of his cock, and pushing the head past your rim, cursing under his breath something along the lines of how tight you are.

"If you promise me to not hold back anything you've got either," you turn your head to glance back at him, but he beats you to it, sliding the hand over your smaller one and threading his fingers between yours, leaning forward and indulging you in a kiss, which ultimately seals your deal.

"Never from you."

And he thrusts his hips forward.

[neocrias]

RUNRUNRUN - Johnny Suh

warnings: Stalker!Johnny, fem reader, 18+, explicit themes, dark themes, obsession, stalking, dacryphilia, begging, prey/hunter kink, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), pet names. slightly dubcon, minors DNI

wc: 2,4K genre: dark romance, smut

Synopsis: This could be a lucky night. When you go out with your friends and meet the hottest guy you've ever seen without realizing that he had been stalking you for months until it was too late.

A/N: this is my first smut fic and english is not my native language so take it easy if anything is written wrong. I'm trying, ok? I'm also a shy person so don't be rude, pls.

The hallway was so dark that you even couldn't see your hands in front of your face, you also couldn't turn on your phone's flashlight and give away your location or else he would easily find you. For a girl used to an easy life, with your daddy willing to help with whatever the fuck you did, poor naive girl couldn't imagine being chased inside your own house by a complete stranger.

A stranger to you, of course. Johnny knew you like the back of his head, in fact, he knew everything about you. He had every point of your extensive routine memorized. But you were so naive that you didn't realize you were being followed until two weeks ago, when he started to be more explicit about his existence. Johnny started leaving things lying around your house so that you would realize that someone had been there without you knowing. Then came the messages and calls, which you almost never responded to or answered, by the way, that was the reason you were in this situation now.

When you were invited to a club opening by your group of equally spoiled friends, he knew this would be his opportunity.

After many rounds of tequila shots, you felt happy enough to dance with some of the guys you thought were prettiest at that PUB that night and, who knows, even take one of them home. Then a man approached you and he was everything you could want: tall, skin tanned like salted caramel, his hair was so dark it reflected the lights on the dance floor, the most attractive smirk you've ever seen and his eyes... his eyes were such a deep warm brown that seemed to see every bit of the impure soul you tried to hide behind your angelic face.

He looked at you completely hungry.

And you definitely liked the way he looked at you.

As soon as you arrived at your house and only after the door was locked and the key thrown on top of the highest piece of furniture did you realize the danger you're in.

— Did you like ignoring me, princess? — Johnny asked, his voice dripping with resentment and something else… something dangerous.

You widen your eyes in an expression of astonishment, which Johnny found comically adorable, and felt his heart racing to the point where all he could hear was his own racing beats. Johnny smirked as he observed the bewildered state you were in, feeling arrogant for being the one responsible for the panic you felt.

He waited patiently for a response, but all he got were wide teary eyes.

— No answer? — He tried again and, again, he had no answers so he started his own monologue, hoping that you would at least pay attention to his words. After all, you would need it.

— Since you like making me chase you so much, let's make a bet.

— A bet? — You asked, almost voiceless because of the shock.

— You can hide anywhere in the house for an hour. If time runs out and I don't find you, I'll go away and leave you alone. — He spoke simplistically.

The proposal was so tempting that your eyes shone with excitement. You would finally be free from your shadow. Suh smiled realizing that he had already won the bargain.

— What happens if you find me? — You finally asked, realizing the ease of the agreement and that there was a missing piece to the puzzle.

Johnny just smiled mischievously and remained silent, his hands in his pockets and his face tilted slightly to the side. You felt a goosebump run up your spine and something told you that you should deny it, you should run to your room, block the door and call the police, but you loved a challenge and were confident that you would win, after all, it's your home.

Johnny noticed the determination lighting up your entire face and spoke. — I'll give you a five-minute head start.

You snorted, thinking about how he was being so stupid. You already had an advantage, you knew all the corners, passages and hiding places that existed in your mansion, it's your house. But even so, took advantage of the handsome man's foolishness and started running to the kitchen from where you would take the first secret passage to the second floor. As soon as you opened a hidden door, the lights went out and you found a melodious whistle approaching and then, without thinking about anything else, you entered the passage and closed the door.

Johnny also knew every single place in that house and imagined perfectly what you were going to do and where you were going to hide, so he went up, two steps at a time, to the second floor, there he removed one of the old paintings, a cheap imitation of the Birth of Venus, and was greeted by the passage that led straight to the attic. Once there, Suh chose the darkest corner and had a perfect view of your entrance.

Outside, you crossed the hallway trying to be as silent as possible. You took off your special designer heels, carrying them in your hands so the clack against the wood wouldn't delay your location if he was close.

One of your heels slipped and fell to the floor with a muffled thud and you stopped completely, refusing to move a single step anymore, hoping that if you stayed still, your muscle would evaporate from the hallway. You waited two long minutes in desperation, your head spinning as if you were going to faint. You feel the adrenaline numb your senses and your toes tingle with function.

What really surprised you was the butterflies in your stomach, revealing that you were more excited than you wanted to admit and found yourself thinking about the hottest man who was chasing you now. And that he's been stalking her for the last few months.

“Girl, don’t be crazy,” you thought, chastising yourself for the unholy desires you were thinking.

You tried to open the attic door slowly, cringing at the creaking of the old, rusty hinges. Johnny, who was waiting for you inside the room, glared as he watched you inattentively close and lock the door from the inside, becoming the perfect prey for him. When you started looking for a discreet corner to hide, he came out of where he was hiding with steps as silent as a feline during a hunt.

He admired your body, finding it just perfect, for a second or two, and grabbed your long hair, pulling your head back until your back hit his chest. Scared, you couldn't contain the moan that you didn't want him to hear and the man offered naughty, now pulling you back by the hips and rubbing his semi-hard cock against your ass.

— I got you, babe. — He murmured hoarsely and slyly. The hand holding your brown hair snaked to the front of your neck, trapping you against him even more.

You tried to fight his grip, but your body didn't really want to move away, wanting the man ever since he approached you on the dance floor. No matter how much your head screamed that this was a mistake, you were one step away from giving in to desire, he just needed to say the right thing.

— Do you want to know what I want? — He murmured, placing wet kisses at the base of your neck. Involuntarily, you tilted your head, leaving a larger space for him to lick and nibble your most sensitive skin as much as he wanted and purred as soon as the man bit the exact spot between your neck and collarbone. — I think you already know, don't you?

— Me? — You asked sweetly, already giving in too much, wanting more.

— Attagirl! — He praised and sucked a beautiful red mark on your neck, the first declaration that you were his. Now and until death.

He turned your body around and caught you in his arms in a tight grip. You were quick to lock your legs around his waist and your arms around the back of his head as soon as he kissed you eagerly and hungrily. He dropped you onto an old desk that was in the attic without any delicacy and you groaned at the harshness of his attitude.

His big hands went down to your ass and pulled you forward with force, pressing your barely clothed pussy against his cock, you two moaned together breaking the kiss.

Johnny took the opportunity to kneel. The super short dress had already risen to your waist and he didn't bother to take off the ruined panties, tearing them in two without being the slightest bit careful. You didn't complain, the rougher he was, the wetter you became. — Ah, princess, I'm going to make you hate every single second you despised me. You'll have my name carved into that pretty little head of yours as soon as I'm done with you and you'll be begging on your knees to be mine for all eternity.

— As if. — You replied, refusing to give in so easily and you felt your core twist at the irritated expression he made. — I'm going to kick you out of here as soon as I cum.

He pushed his tongue into his cheek to control his anger and shut you up with a sharp slap to your inner thigh. — You little brat. Maybe I need to force a little politeness into that spoiled little head of yours.

He gave another slap when he saw that you were going to retort, this time on your pussy. All that left your lips was a whimper of pain and he gave the third slap a little harder, laughing at the way you moaned again, lifting your hips in search of more. Johnny had fun discovering how dirty his little girl could be.

He placed soft kisses on your thighs, moving closer to the center, but pulling away when you tried to force him closer by his hair. He repeated this twice more until you whimpered in despair.

— You want it? — He asked, his breath hitting your wet pussy with each syllable and you shook your head desperately. — Use your words.

— What? — You asked dumbfounded.

— You heard me right. — Suh replied impassively.

You laughed loudly, irritated by the man's arrogant attitude and rushed to respond. — If you don't eat me now, I'll find someone else who will.

Without warning, Johnny stuck the tip of his index finger inside you, silencing your tantrum and murmured a “yeah?” uninterested in your empty threats. You moaned with relief and dissatisfaction when he continued inserting just the tip of his finger.

— Please! — You let out a greedy moan.

— What? I did not hear? — He teased.

—Johnny, please.

— You'll need to do better than that, babe.

— Please, I want you so much. — You gave in, desperate to feel good. — I need you so fucking much, please.

He smiled satisfied and penetrated the second finger, pushing both of them all the way in, making a “come here” movement until you squirmed and squeezed his fingers. When he felt you were close, he leaned in and sucked hard on your clit.

You let out a guttural moan as you fell apart in his arms, throwing yourself back onto the dusty table. He didn't stop when you complained about the pain of the overstimulation and, with his free hand, he trapped both of your wrists when you tried to push him away.

— No more-

—Does it hurt, princess? — He asked condescendingly and you responded with sly whimpers as you approached the peak once again. Seeing your growing desperation, he teased you once again, feeling satisfaction in your tears. — You want me to stop?

You didn't respond, lost in the pleasure of being stimulated past the limit, Johnny took the silence as a no and stroked your clit with his thumb, watching your body tremble for the second time.

You screamed for the second time, fat tears rolling down your face and marking your round cheeks with black streaks of mascara. — No more, please. — You begged.

Johnny gave an asymmetrical smile admiring the state he left you in and gave a strong thrust into your once again. You moaned tearfully, a rhythmic “please” melody, but Johnny didn’t stop. You approached your third orgasm faster than the other two times and fell from the top even faster. When you tried to push your body up, trying to get away from him, Suh replied: — You will keep cumming as many times as I want.

He removed his fingers from inside you and released your wrists. You sighed in relief, thinking that now you could finally rest, but you were so inattentive that you didn't hear him undo his belt and unzip his pants. When both hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, your eyes widened and you lifted your torso, supporting yourself with your hands, to look at him.

His almond-shaped eyes sparkled with lust and were so intense that you felt your body catch fire. When Johnny started to push, you fell back onto your back, accepting everything he was going to give you. The stretch was too much and it hurt like you were being split in two, but you had never felt so satisfied before. All the tension in your muscles was gone, all you thought about was the man on top of you and how broad and beautiful his shoulders looked.

You wanted to scratch and bite him so badly and that's what you did.

You wanted to leave him as marked as he was marking you now, you wanted to leave a physical reminder so that he would never forget you. Cute little thing, Johnny would look for you even in hell if he had to.

You came out of your reverie when you felt Johnny's fingers squeeze your neck, superficially cutting off your air passage, your head spun and your vision went black. When you came back, you were lying on the bed in your room and if it weren't for the pain in your body you could have sworn that you had dreamed everything, but Johnny cleared his throat at that moment, showing his presence and made you drink a whole glass of water and eat some grapes before for them to actually talk.

— How are you feeling, baby? — He asked, his voice was much calmer than minutes ago.

— Sleepy — she murmured tiredly. You might regret it tomorrow, but you would make the most of today, they had already done worse things that night. — Stay with me, please?

[moxfirefly]

Ok. I wanna ask something. It’s ok you don’t have to answer this but I wanna ask how would the Turtles be like when they are in season? Like way before their s/o came into the picture? Like their emotions and how to handle it? You can make it SFW or NSFW or both.

We love mating season in this house. This is a fun one anon thanks! So undercut cause goes without saying.

Explicit

Leo

He knows how to manage it the best during the beginning.

Get messy towards the middle.

For Leo the best way to deal with pesky spring fever is simply to overtrain and overwork his body.

Out of sight out of mind mentally.

His nose gets easily irritable with all the scents he can pick up now that go beyond his usual. So he’ll burn more incense, he’ll light more candles (softer scents that calm him)

His gaze strays. Leo knows how to keep his eyes on check whenever he sees a beautiful individual, he’s very aware that making it obvious isn’t always fun.

But man, is he fucking staring now. Notices all the intricate details about April that makes her so very beautiful. Notices how pretty the lady that works at the deli where they patrol often is, saw a guy so breathtaking he had to stop and take a second. It’s all rather annoying and it exacerbates him.

MEDITATES MORE™️

More on the angry jerk off side of the spectrum.

Raph

Oh boy is he just more stand off-ish than normal. Quicker to pick fights and really will fight if pushed.

Raph needs to blow of steam on a normal basis, while in his season? Sheesh are the Foot getting extra bones broken.

Over exercises to compensate the territorial nature that boils within him.

A lot of impure thoughts about April.

He feels awful about it too which further being the cycle full circle.

Angry, fight, fantasize, rinse, repeat.

Tries to get out of the Lair more. Sneaks out or the cold fresh air to center him.

People watches. His mind will wander. Up until now Raph believes he won’t ever have a chance with someone, so this part isn’t his favorite.

Yearns baby, this one yearns and aches.

Mikey

So. Much. More. Extra. Energy.

Much more scatter brained than usual.

Head full. Many thought.

Mikey likes to burn off his energy by skating. He’ll concentrate on tricks and enjoys the speed of zooming around on his board.

Tbh Mikey sticks to what works. Skateboarding and masturbating.

Could get rather territorial, a bit prone to picking fights. Surprisingly scary when mad.

While Mike doesn’t like being alone in general, really needs the solitude during this time.

If he flirts with April on a normal Tuesday evening, how’d you think he’s gonna be now?

Over all handles the season fairly well.

Donnie

Probably the best to handle the season out of his brothers.

Naturally because Donnie prefers to nest during this period. He naturally prefers the solitude so during this time it’s the best excuse to not have everyone on his case about it.

EATS.

The man gets pretty famished and eats more that he normally does.

Skins feels a little on fire, just about anything sets him off. Whether the instinct to fight or his need for release.

Don’s pretty creative when it comes to getting off, but man does he breakout some fun things to pass the time.

Tries to distract himself with his work.

Not proud of it but if Aprils around, he’ll smell her a lot. She’s got a comforting scent but it also kinda gets him going which doesn’t help.

[dooberific]

❝𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦❞

pre release wriothesley x afab!reader

genre: nsfw (dacryphilia, creampie, idk how to finish tagging this hehe)

wc: 2.7k

summary: Despite his imposing stature, your lover is the softest and most genuine man you know. His regular praises make it seem like you hung the very stars in the sky, so why his sudden withdrawl?

There was just something different about the flowers of Fontaine. Maybe it had something to do with the land, moist plains sweeping up into sharp mountain peaks that passed a gentle breeze over the winding waterways below. The easy smell of rain, the babbling streams that fed into raging waterfalls that drenched all below in a fine mist. 

They seemed to grow a little differently, proud and tall like the Rainbow roses dotting the hillsides, their very own fine bonnets adorning their heads as their brilliant appearances dazzled passing strangers.

Perhaps that was why the simplicity of the Marcotte slipped under so many eyes, winding through life with a silent elegance and glowing smile so heartfelt and utterly kind that even the most icy of hearts would tremble under the warmth of her gaze. She would never be a rose, nor would she ever entertain the thought of it, laughing away the idea with great mirth dancing in her eyes and a grin lingering on her lips well after the encounter. 

You may never be a rose, but your simplistic and nostalgic charms had catalyzed such a violent reaction that he was sure you had hung the very sun in the sky, elevating its position as a kindness for your own radiance far out shone the largest star in the Teyvat sky. 

But if you were the Marcotte, so delicate and pure, then what was he? Surely he was nothing but a weed in the garden of the gods, a wicked thing who rose from the dirt to strangle the life out of the pretty and soft things around. There was a trail of battered roses in his wake, resentful that the weed had never blossomed into something worthwhile as they had dreamed, that it had spent their precious time, basked in their light, and then left them to wither away in anger. 

But the Marcotte was wild and resilient, your unbreakable and hearty spirit more than strong enough to carry your own burdens with grace and dignity even before you had unfurled your brilliant petals. 

Pure and wild chased by the impure and plotting.

You should resent him for his wickedness, his impudence to dare stand under the same sun as you. He couldn’t help himself, he was little more than a moth drawn to a flame, a weed that kept creeping back into the garden. How long had he waited, chasing fleeting images and the feeling a hand could never hope to emulate, before your own interests had become so entranced that you allowed him closer? 

He would swear it was all unintentional from the beginning, that it had all started as a draw to your magnetic personality. Fleeting kisses of parting after he walked you home at night giving way to deeper intentions as he cornered you against the door and indulged you a little more intimately. The wet slide of his tongue into your mouth, the firmness of his hands trailing down your sides and toying with the hem of your shirt. The little whines from your lips as your fingers carded through his hair, a sting in your calves from standing on your toes as his chapped lips ravaged your neck, your body pressed flush to his own. 

It was such a natural progression until it suddenly wasn’t. Kisses left broken as he hastily departed, a harsh flush creeping to his ears as he apologized and took his leave. The onset of his behavior had left your head spinning with questions. Had you done something wrong? He never acted strangely about you until those last and most private moments together, maybe his interest was waning? If you had grown boring you would understand, it wasn’t like your job or life were particularly riveting—

Too many unasked questions, and too much sleep lost. You were not so shy or proud to confront an issue head on, and while Wriothesley loved that trait of your personality he loved it a little less when it was weaponized against him as you stood at his door, a finger pressed to his lips and a stern yet wary look in your eyes as you shushed his questions and gave him a piece of your own mind.

He really was nothing short of a weed, too cowardly to have confronted the issue before it had become a problem. He was a liar, unable to hold your burning gaze as he forced some half-assed excuse past his lips. He certainly could not tell you that his hasty departures had been the product of your evening rendezvouses which simply stoked the fire that the all consuming thoughts of you kept burning in his veins, of the perverse feeling stirred by the lovesick look in your eyes that was increasingly hard to resist. There would be no kindness in those pretty eyes should you know that he could barely touch you now without getting hard, that a moment too long basking in your presence would surely have him cumming in his pants with the same choked gasp that he so poorly suppressed as he jerked himself off later fantasizing your pretty cunt wrapped around him. 

There was no question of want, he needed you. He needed to defile you with every dirty thought that ever dizzied his head, to have you fucked dumb on his cock and begging for more because you knew he couldn’t resist. What a shitty lover he felt like, having let you think you had ever done a thing wrong when it was just his own self disgust that he couldn’t keep it together that was wedging you apart. 

Maybe just once he could show you, and if you hated him for it he could beg for your forgiveness. Just this once he would kiss you like always, whispers of reassurance passing between you that there was nothing wrong with you, you were perfect. Just this once would he not fight the onslaught of debauched feelings that flooded him the moment you sighed against his lips, parting your own at the gentle tease of his tongue. He would kiss you deeply and with no regrets or holds, making your head spin from the lack of oxygen as the feeling of his warm hands settling on your body as he pressed you against the wall. He wouldn’t make some shitty excuse to leave when he felt his pants tighten, nor would he apologize for the moment he grinded his hips deeply against your own in search of that heavenly bit of friction only you could provide. 

He swallowed your surprised gasp, hell bent on smothering you with every ounce of his affection with sloppy kisses and a tangle of tongue. One hand settled at the nape of your neck anchoring you to him as the other hooked under your thigh, drawing it up to rest at his hip as he pressed deeper between your legs and you whimpered at the roll of his hips against the apex of your thighs. 

He broke away from your lips, his forehead pressed flush to your own. Your cheeks were tinged pink, eyes dazed as your lip quivered from the greedy breaths you sucked in. His voice was deeper, huskier and tainted with lust.

“I want you.” 

Your own voice was shaky as you replied.

“Then you may have me.”

Your sheer stockings and well pressed skirts were hardly more than heaps of fabric on his floor, pearl buttons of your blouse scattered if not clinging to mere threads. A blind stumble through the house had left a trail of what was easiest to remove. Had it not been for his insistence to do right by you and take you in his bed he was assured he would have bent you over the nearest surface and had his way with you. 

He swore deeply to any archon that would listen that he would be the most devout follower should they let him remember your disheveled look in the clearest of details, from the smear of your lipstick and the swollen lips he had indulged himself in to the sweeping curves of your body that he had marred with his teeth which now burned the angry red of ruptured capillaries. His kisses were smothering as his hands explored every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving a trail of chills from his cold fingers. He was a gentleman even in the most dirty of moments, all ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ as he waited for you confirmation as if he was still hesitant to think it anymore than a vivid dream to unclip your bra and lathe his tongue over the delicate flesh beneath, to drag his fingers over the soaked fabric of your panties and press his thumb harshly against that little bud of flesh that made your hips jerk in his grasp.

He was sure the sinful noise that parted your lips the moment he pressed your panties aside and flattened his tongue against your weeping cunt had been permanently seared into his brain right alongside the taste of you. The clamp of your pretty thighs against the side of his head only encouraged his efforts, calloused hands easily prying you open as he tongue teased past your lips and his nose pressed against your clit. Your shaky cries that it was too much fell on deaf ears, your fingers fisting into his hair to pull him off a stark contrast to the way your pretty hips grinded against his face begging for more. 

He wasn’t so heartless to stop when he knew what was best for you. It wasn’t like you knew, and the flush on your cheeks as you had so softly admitted to him your intact virginity had him questioning if you had ever pleasured yourself at all. It was his duty now to show you what needed, to strip you of every ounce of purity, to fuck you so good you would never consider another man to be capable. 

You could taste yourself on his lips, a bitter combination lost quickly on your mind as he dragged your panties down and pressed his calloused fingers into your cunt. His fingers felt thick and rough as he gave a few experimental pumps into your wet heat before burying them to the knuckle and curling them into your walls, relishing the heady cry that escaped your body as your hips canted into his palm.

“Fuck, baby, so fucking tight.” He groaned into your lips, his fingers scissoring you open as he set a brutal pace to loosen you up, the rough pad of his thumb circling and teasing your clit as the wet sound of your cunt met his ears. 

“Wrio, please I-,” You choked out, arms wrapping around his neck as the wave of molten lust that clogged your veins and made your stomach twist so delightfully became unbearable. 

“I’ve got you baby.” 

His words, low and reassuring in your ear, were the last straw as he fingerfucked you into an orgasm. Your whole body buzzed as you cried out sharply, your face buried into his neck as you came on his fingers, thighs clamped desperately around his hand as your entire body quivered. 

Your dearest lover Wriothesley felt safe and warm as he settled over your boneless body, gentle kisses pressing away the tears that had streaked down your cheeks from a pleasure never before indulged in. Any notion of vulnerability or embarrassment had been stripped away, replaced by the simple thought that his fingers seemed to intertwine so perfectly with your own just as his body seemed to slot so perfectly between your legs, as if he were some piece of a puzzle you hadn’t realized you were missing.

It was that sense of utter completion that overwhelmed you as his cockhead teased your entrance, the sense of the intrusion so much you forgot to breathe as your body trembled. You could feel every engorged vein, every ridge that bullied deeper into your cunt with the slow roll of his hips, how heavily he was pressed inside you. 

He hissed at the feeling, how tightly you still wrapped around him. His grip on your hips was bruising, a vain attempt to ground himself in the moment of the realization of his most hedonistic desires and the simple truth that you were so much fucking better than he could have ever dreamed. 

He fucked you deep and slow, reveling in the little sounds you made only for his ears, the gentle begging of his name in a tone reserved just for him. An exchange of sloppy kisses left your head spinning, his cock nestled deep in your womb, every slow thrust teasing that spongy spot inside that made your walls tighten and your legs quiver.

He was so kind, even as he felt that last of his composure slipping with the breathy whisper pressed to his ear that he could have his way with you. It had to be that look of glowing adoration in your eyes as you stared up at him, body rocking gently with each thrust as he made love to you, but he could be good for you just this once.

Just this once to press a kiss to the inside of your knee as he practically folded you in half. Just this once, to intertwine your fingers as he bottomed out in you with one smooth motion. Just this once to fuck you like he really meant it, to watch your eyes gloss over and tears pool at your lashline. Just this once, yet a thousand times over, another lie he would tell himself as if he wouldn’t pound you into his mattress until you couldn’t walk if you asked for it. 

Your fingernails scraped harshly against his skin, your own little desperate cling to reality. You didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any deeper, finding it hard to breathe at the new angle as you were certain he was well into your guts by now. Your mind was utterly blank, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as he fucked you with a new fervor as if to shape your insides to only remember the feeling of him. That heated, gut twisting sensation had rebuilt and teetered dangerously on the brink of collapse just as quickly.

He could tell you were close, your words slurring into an incoherent babble of his name. He could practically feel you tighten around him, willing him to finish you off as he leaned forward. 

“That’s my girl, cum for me.”

He kissed you, muffling the sharp whine you released as that familiar heat snapped violently in your gut. The harsh pull of your pussy was too much for him to resist, his hips stuttering as his teeth sank into your lower lip. It was a hot, sticky and overwhelming feeling that rested deep in your womb as he slowly fucked his seed into you, the taste of iron seeping into your mouth. 

He looked apologetic as his thumb swiped away the bead of blood forming on the vermillion of your freshly busted lip, but you had no heart to be angry when you met his glowing and tired eyes. There was a tremble to his arms as he effectively collapsed on top of you, trapping you under his weight. Your heartbeat was steady in his ear, your fingers tangling in his mussed hair. You could practically feel his entire body relax under your touch, hear his breathing slow.

“You don’t intend to sleep like this, do you?” You cringed at how hoarse you sounded. 

“I’m never opposed to this if it’s with you.” He countered, catching your wrist and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “But I should clean you up.” 

It was a hollowing feeling, the loss of his dick that had been seated so firmly within your walls that you subconsciously clenched around nothing. You watched in silent surprise as a trail of fluids weeped from your used cunt and spilled onto the bed, a sense of abject horror striking as you caught the burning gaze of your lover locked onto the sight as well. You clamped your legs shut, shrieking as he easily pried you apart once more, his fingers scooping the viscous liquid back up and pressing it back into your pussy as you hissed at the sensation.

All at once he grabbed your ankles, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed. You propped onto your elbows, staring down his re-hardened cock that lay hot, heavy, and twitching against your hips before flickering up to his flushed cheeks.

 “I'm sorry, baby, let me indulge in you just a bit longer.” 

Rey, 2023

[yanderenightmare]

NSFW ABC's

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, bondage

part S, T & U

Secrets

impure thoughts/feeling/fantasies they have of you

He has many impure thoughts about you, but he’s all very shameless about expressing those. Ever the honest man, he’ll talk dirty like it’s nobody's business – whispering ever the salacious raunchiest desire right at your ear with a sharp smirk playing on his lips, so sharp you get snagged on it each and every time.

But, there are things he’ll keep to himself – certain stirrings in his stomach that confuse him. When your voice slips into that oh-so seductively sultry tone with your hand filtering through the spikes of hair atop his head, looking down at him with eyes full of love and this other something he’s not sure why makes him so quiet.

His heart goes absolutely feral with fluttering pounding then – even though he knows you’re just being silly – even though he knows you’re just out to pull his leg… He can’t help the chills of goosebumps that spread throughout him when you level him and say something along the lines of good boy~

You fluster him with that, and it’s all too clear with how he blushes bright red and adopts that sheepish look that’s so unlike him – and in the way his voice wavers when he tries and tells you to stop it with that shit.

Toys

do they have? which? when/how do they use them? on who?

One of the drawers in the bedroom is dedicated to Katsuki’s little collection. 

Fluffy cuffs, silken ropes, chains, and tape – all meant to restrain you, as well as other complicated confinements such as spreader bars and armbinders and the like – along with other subjugating toys like leashes, collars, blindfolds, and gag balls – all heavy-duty hardcore means of bondage.

You couldn’t stop blushing the first time he introduced you to the kink – eyes wide and face heated – it actually robbed you of breath. Sure, you’d seen it in porn and felt sticky feelings of pleasure upon what you saw, but you’d never truly imagined it for yourself, at least not to the extent Katsuki was offering.

But he was asking so nicely – in such a sweet way you hadn't ever witnessed him do before – softly reassuring you that you could trust him and that he wouldn’t do anything without making sure you were comfortable with it first.

You couldn’t very well tell him no when you hadn’t even tried it first.

You don’t know what about it he enjoys so much – if it’s the fact that you’re completely pressed beneath his thumb or that you trust him enough to let yourself be – all you know for sure is that Katsuki has a smile on his face every time you have your body in a bind.

Sometimes you giggle and put the cuffs on him – and he’ll do a little muscle dance for you to keep you smiling, looking at you with that very deep red and playful look, watching you try and tease him with feather-light touches and chaste little pecks – waiting for him to snap, break free and punish you hard for being a little brat.

Underwear

on/off? normal/lingerie? naked? colors?

Of course, you make him groan when you wear those spicy intricacies of red lace and mesh – those fiery and flowery patterns of expense that leave little to the imagination and are better left off on the floor after he rips them off you.

But on the other hand – he thinks he finds you sexiest when you’re wearing comfy cotton boxers and no bra but hissignature black T-shirt with the skull print.

When you look like the very epitome of at home. 

There’s just something about seeing you in comfy clothing – be it pajamas or his silly merch, or one of his shirts that just dwarfs you – it’s nice seeing you so natural around him. Clean of all makeup with a pair of fuzzy socks on your feet – looking goofy and cute as you shuffle over to him. 

And there’s something very soothing about it, too, in how it feels so trivial and personal and right – reserved only for him, as though something you’re only comfortable with him seeing.

tip-jar: Kofi

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Frollo x male!reader - Your sinful body

warning : some non con, abuse of power, implied darker theme

Summary : He should not be attracted to him, should listen to the Lord and not to his desires. He knew that the judge would reject him, hellfire was destined for him and yet lust overruled piety.

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Every morning when the bells rang in the church in Paris, someone couldn't wait to step inside. When he stepped through the doors he recognized the footsteps, he recognized the looks, the smell of paper and wine, he recognized the fabric of the long dark robe running across the floor.

The older man almost three times his age was his holy he was his angel he was his holy figure. He was the man he prayed to, his thoughts wouldn't leave him at night and even though he knew it was wrong, he wouldn't let him go.

Walking down the stone stairs quietly so as not to be heard he hid behind one of the large pillars his own bright robe with the red embroidery one of many he was one of the many young church workers he helped before he could and did all he could. But his thoughts were impure on the outside he was the young image of an angel but his inside was polluted.

A fact he silently admitted every night in front of the cross, only to commit sin again shortly afterwards when his hand went under the blanket to his center and his thoughts were full of sin. He watched Frollo walk past the pews and straight towards the altar.

The light of the rising sun shone perfectly through the large stained glass window, the bright colors beaming down on the elder. ,,Beautiful," the younger one murmured and ventured a little further, wanting to see more of the man who wouldn't let him go. Unaware that the judge had long since discovered her.

Frollo knew that the young church boy was always looking at him and following him everywhere. It was annoying, like a stupid dog following you, but what could he do? He couldn't just kick the innocent boy out. ,,Come out," he suddenly heard the older man's voice and flinched.

The cold stone of the pillar could not quench the heat of his shame. Slowly, far too slowly, hoping that someone else would come into the church, he walked slowly to the elder.

Walked towards Frollo under the bright glow of God and felt all the more guilty. ,,Church boy...you seem to be following me, is there something you want?" Frollo asked harshly, he would have asked more gently if there had been anyone else around but there was not. There was no need to pretend, you just had to follow the rules. ,,I-I well... I wanted to confess," he admitted, knowing that he had to confess and get the sin out of his heart.

Knew that only he could help him even though his own sin was the problem. ,,Confess? A boy like you shouldn't have any sins," the older boy tried to pull himself out of it, his look showing annoyance and he cursed himself for going to church. He saw the younger one's nervousness and saw how he felt desperate, which at least gave him some satisfaction.

As he broke away from the younger man and walked past him, he suddenly felt the younger man holding him. ,,Wait, Judge, please!" said the younger man, who was clutching the sleeve of the robe and didn't want to lose it. Not to lose his angel, his only chance of purity.

Anger. There was anger in the older man's gaze as he turned to him, the eyes that had tried to reject him earlier showing anger that he had touched him. ,,Sin! Don't you know that he sees everything, he knows about your sins and will clean them for you," he hissed and tore himself away, leaving him behind and yet the older man sensed that it must be something deep-seated.

Ever since he had lost his Esmeralda, the witch who had fled, his blood had been sinking through the hellfire and he needed something. He needed someone. He needed someone he could use. Someone he could close his cage around again, a stupid, naive dog who would do anything for him.

Someone who would come back to him even if he beat him, had him for himself, abused him. And as the door of Notre Dame closed, a smile formed on the older man's fine lips. The devil would get his pact. And the church boy oh he would get so much more.

After his gaze had turned back from the door to the cross, his heart filled with fear, he knelt down and prayed. Knowing that he could only pray for forgiveness, forgiveness that Frollo would not have him thrown out of the church. What he couldn't know was that he would become something himself. A bird in a cage.

Because when the door to the church opened again at night, the candles almost burnt out, his little bird was still awake. The judge's footsteps made their way up the stone staircase past the rooms of the employees of the holy house, where he had been given the list so that he would know where to go.

He stood in front of the wooden door and opened it for everyone who had the key. ,,I know you're awake," he began as he stepped into the room and saw the simple bed against the wall in the moonlight. The desk with the bible was simple and almost overlooked as well as his little bird itself.

Which looked at him like a frightened deer. ,,Judge Frollo, what are you doing here?" he heard the question, knowing that his bird was full of fear, afraid that he would report him, throw him out on the street. Without asking or answering, he came up to him and sat on the edge of the bed.

He saw how the younger man looked at him, frozen, afraid to move. ,,I know you wanted to bite...I shouldn't have been so harsh so what is it that's bothering you?" he asked his voice tinged with feigned understanding as he looked out of the small window at the moon.

It was the only witness to his sin-no, his right. He had to suppress a grin as he heard the apologetic murmur that his little bird had gotten itself into the cage.

He apologized, not seeing that it was he himself who caused the fire that burned him. ,,Forgive me my lord for I have sinned...the-the sin of the flesh" he began his gaze lowered clasping his hands together and confessing that he would be forgiven. That he would be healed.

The judge's cold, thin, long fingers moved slowly across the ceiling, the gold of his colorful rings seeming almost icy cold on the younger man's hands. When Frollo touched him, he saw his little bird flinch, afraid that he was doing something wrong, and yet the older man's look showed him that he could go on.

That it was fine if he kept going, if the silly little bird kept singing while the fire burned him. ,, I am unnatural...my love-lust-suffer it is for-" he continued with uncertainty in his voice and only lowered his gaze further, afraid that the Lord's punishment would hit him.

He felt a finger under his chin, Frollo forced him to look at him, his desperate gaze fixed on the captivating, almost seductive traps. ,,All this sin?" Frollo continued to question, pulling him closer, feeling the younger man clinging to him, afraid he would lose him.

The question hung in the small room as the moon came fully out from behind the clouds and he felt Frollo's other hand unbuttoning his shirt. With every button that came undone, his heart seemed to beat faster.

,,The sin is... you," his bird confessed what he was already thinking and only had to pull out his wings one by one until he was his. ,,Me" came almost like a question from the older one's lips as he left red streaks on his clean skin.

The pain did nothing to change what he had said. ,,And what have you done?" Frollo asked, leaving the younger man behind and rising from the bed.

Knew he only needed to take one more step. He heard the sound of his voice as he hurried after her and landed on the stone floor. ,,Wait please," he said, wanting more of the poison that would kill him in the end, the man he wanted and who would be his downfall.

Frollo paused and looked down at his bird, the sight making him smile. He was broken, desperate and all it took was a harsh hand to build him back up the way he wanted to be. ,,I-I pursued lust...because...I want you," he admitted, holding onto the older man's dark robe tightly, his hair loose, his shirt open and his red strands visible.

,,A broken angel, an unnatural one, a sodomite, and yet you are still here, sin in your heart," Frollo revealed his thoughts and placed his hand on the younger man's head, pulling lightly at the strands of hair and tugging at them.

He heard the painful sound and yet his little bird did not resist. He would never fight back again. ,,Please-please...I'll do anything," he begged and leaned towards Frollo, wanting more.

Until the older one broke away and the simple push at the younger one made him flinch. He saw how his little bird retreated, crying, afraid of doing anything wrong, and even if the tears bothered the older one, the wounded sound was all the better.

Until the metal key turned in the lock of the door and locked it. He had closed the cage and they were locked in together. Frollo sat down on the chair and pointed lightly at his thigh.

,,Show me how you would do penance?" he asked one last question before realizing with satisfaction that the youngster was coming towards him. He knew exactly what to do, how to repent, how to serve his master and sing the song the judge wanted to hear.

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HGSN 21-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

(map: simplistic map of Kubitachi)

Yoshiki: Here's what we know so far

Yoshiki: Nounuki-sama was a god that granted wishes in exchange for "something"

Yoshiki: After a famine, it was deemed a tatarigami and prevented from coming down the mountain

Hikaru: I guess it was like "sealed" or something

Yoshiki: Probably

Yoshiki: And during that famine, villagers died in large numbers. Also, it seems the Indou men have used "Hichi-san" to do some kind of ritual on the mountain for generations.

P2

Hikaru: Huh... Well, I guess they're doing the sealing, though I don't really know. Even though there's no way Hikaru wouldn't know about the ritual, I...

Yoshiki: It's 'cause your imitation is full of holes...

Hikaru: Yeah, you're right

Yoshiki: And that all of the settlements in this area used to be one village. What's with all the weird names?

Yoshiki: And also how this land was difficult for the feudal lords to interfere with...

Yoshiki: It seems that because of that, people with heretical faiths fled here.

Yoshiki: Before Western religion came here, was there Nounuki-sama worship?

P3

Hikaru: Hmmm...maybe they thought it was creepy? Like "These guys are worshipping some kind of weird god, let's stay away!" kind of thing.

Yoshiki: That might be true. Maybe they believed in some of it. Like in a "curse".

(txt: "Curse?" added in red marker)

Yoshiki: And then...regarding you

Yoshiki: Kurebayashi-san said this

Hikaru: Me?

P4

Yoshiki: You gather impurities like a lightning rod, but you aren't an impurity

Yoshiki: You're some kind of gigantic mass, something like hell, and a being on the outside of the cycle of samsara.

Hikaru: So she said that stuff about me. Kind of hard to understand her expressions...

Yoshiki: I guess you're a god?

Hikaru: Isn't that it? They do attach "-sama" to my name.

Hikaru: If I'm a god, why do I have so many worries...

Hikaru: ...Hey

P5

Hikaru: I...well, it's because I left the mountain that the impurities that accumulated on the mountain poured out

Hikaru: If that's the case...

Hikaru: then if I just go back to the mountain...

Yoshiki: Didn't you say you finally found a place to belong? That's no good

Yoshiki: Kurebayashi-san said she'd help too. With the two of us, we'll...look for a way

Hikaru: Mm....

Yoshiki: That reminds me, the day before yesterday, you came to my place at night.

P6

Hikaru: Oh, uh...yeah

Hikaru: I went. Probably.

Yoshiki: What was that about?

Hikaru: My memories are foggy

Hikaru: so I don't really know

Hikaru: Why did I do that?...

Hikaru: I...

P7

(sfx: DING - DONG)

Yoshiki: Excuse me!

(txt: Takeda Family House)

(sfx: cicadas: kumazemi)

Hikaru: Grandpa Takeda is an old man who won't leave his house right?

Yoshiki: That's right

Hikaru: You think he'll actually talk to us properly? Even Uncle Takeda is already scary...

Yoshiki: It's a lead... Won't hurt to try.

P8

??: Yes, yes, what is it...? You're the Indou's...? How unusual... What are you here for?

Yoshiki: Ah-umm. We had a few things we wanted to ask Grandpa Takeda...for a research project type thing...

??: Ask my father-in-law? Impossible, not when he's like that...

??: He won't even go outside, what do you want to ask?

Hikaru: Oh!

(Kurebayashi: If you run into trouble, you can mention my name.)

(Kurebayashi: Even a housewife like me can call in a few favors here and there...)

P9

Hikaru: This person named Kurebayashi asked us to come here, I guess you could say...

??: Kurebayashi?

??: If I recall, the name of the person my father-in-law was looking for was...

??: Wait just a moment.

(sfx: cicada cries: kumazemi)

Hikaru: Just what kind of person is that auntie...

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Next chapter: 2023/09/26

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Mountains of Kubitachi:

(from left to right)

Matsuyama (pine mountain)

- Hikaru's grampa cultivates shiitake mushrooms on the trees here

Kasayama (hat mountain)

Futakasayama (second hat mountain)

[T/N: see wiki on kasa hats]

Nisayama (red sand (cinnabar or minium) mountain)

-Forbidden area

Mountains of Kibougayama Town:

Tenbanzan (heavenly plate mountain)

-The motif of Kibougayama High School's emblem

-Symbol of the town

The local children have generally all been made to climb Tenbanzan at least once.

Yoshiki and Hikaru climbed it in elementary school.

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Walking In Maturity & Love

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ John 8:47 Whoever is of God hears the words of God. The reason why you do not hear them is that you are not of God.”

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Ephesians 5:2 and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM WALKING IN LOVE

I AM MATURING IN CHRIST

I AM A LIVING SACRIFICE

I AM IN LOVE WITH CHRIST

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READ TIME: 6 Minutes & 30 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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    Walk in love, so what does that look like? That would look like Jesus, what he did when he was here. He loved everyone, despite their sickness and their nationality or ethnicity. He didn’t care; he loved them so much and ensured they knew he loved them.

   A lot of us won't even do that at all; he fed the people that followed him, he healed the ones that cried out to him, he taught them that didn’t know, and he spoke to each one gently; this is love, and when we walk in Christ, we must walk in a way that shows we love him. The verse says this to us today: JUST AS CHRIST LOVED US AND GAVE HIMSELF UP for us; He gave his life for us so that we may live. Many of us won't even give our time to other people in need. He sacrificed his life and time for us, and we must sacrifice our time to know him better and grow in him.

 Even though our actions need to be something that shows we love Christ and that we walk in love, we should be able to say I am doing this for the glory of God, and when we can say this and show it, we must ask God if its anything in our life that’s not of him and to help us to change it.

     Verse 4: “Obscene stories, foolish talk, and coarse jokes—these are not for you. Instead, let there be thankfulness to God.

     We can’t give God glory if we talk foolishly and make dirty jokes. I remember when I gave my life to Christ, I had to learn that there were certain things I couldn’t joke about anymore. It was things I had to let go of, even if it was all fun and games. I couldn’t because that’s no longer what God wanted me to do. We must give things up. It’s a verse in the bible that says when I was a child, I acted like a child; when I became a man, I put away childish things. As we grow in Christ, our mindset in him must change, and how we act and walk should, too. We need love to make this world go around, and that’s why some people need more love; many people will never experience that because they have never been shown an ounce of love.

   It’s areas in our life right now God is trying to mature us in, and a lot of us won’t let go of the petty remarks and actions; we won’t let go of the people we have out grown because we are stuck with being who we use to be and we wonder why God hasn’t grown us in wisdom and knowledge or grown our ministry because we are still immature in heart and actions Jesus wants our walk to match our walk in the natural we can’t hang on to what we use to do and expect to grow we must let go and grow and do it all in loving your fellow brothers or sisters.

  Verse 5 For of this, you can be sure: No immoral, impure, or greedy person—such a person is an idolater—has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God.

  If we don’t know how to love and we don’t know how to show grace and mercy, we will never know how to become more; we will never inherit the kingdom of God,until we let Christ regulate our heart .

God showed so much love to the Israelites. He repeatedly took them back even though he knew it would be the same results because he needed to show us today that he can love us that much, through our mess ups and downfalls. Could you love someone that much?

  Maturing and growing in love go hand in hand. Often, we forget that love needs to be something we exude, not something we do only to the ones closest to us. We must grow to love everyone, and this is very hard, but when we grow and listen to him speak to us, we learn to let go and walk firm in him!

  Ephesians 5:2 And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.

  Our verse today says walk in love, we walk in love by actions, not by words; words are just words; words can be spoken by anyone and don’t mean a thing, but when we speak it, and we show it, we are maturing , and we are then letting Christ grow us and show us how to love when we can’t.

  ***Today, we talked about maturing and loving others, and I always say this can be hard to do because I’m being transparent; it’s tough, but we must love even when it’s hard to do because every day we are allowed to grow, every day we are allowed to love someone. Still, if we are growing in Christ, we must listen to him and watch for the opportunities he’s given us to do this; a lot of us miss a lot of opportunities because we refuse to see his direction; we are still going in the wrong direction let Christ Walk you in the right direction today. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for showing us , we are sorry if we haven’t listened to you ; lord, we give you praise, glory, and honor! Lord, we thank you for everything we ask today to continue to grow us in maturity and let us see your way. Lord, help us to stay on the right path, lord. We thank you for this devotion, and we ask you to help us to apply it to our lives and to hear your voice when you speak in Jesus' Name, Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Colossians 3:14 And above all this put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.

 

+ Romans 5:5 And hope does not put us to shame because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

 

+ 1 Thessalonians 3:12 And may the Lord make you increase and abound in love for one another and all, as we do for you,

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 10

Leviticus 10

1 Corinthians 15

Hebrews 12

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[shorimochi]

I'm Saving The World (By Marrying the Villain)

(CW: mpreg)

Shen Yuan didn't mean for this to happen. In fact when he first befriended the villain, he never even thought they would become this close. All he wanted was to influence the villain to be better, fix the plot, and save the world (himself, including).

After finally accepting that he had been transmigrated into an NPC in PIDW, he decided to visit the brothel where the infamous Shen Qingqiu was said to frequent. Playing a spoiled rich young master who was there for some entertainment, he was hoping to form some companionship with Shen Qingqiu. Birds of the same feathers flock together, right?

He got kicked out by a furious Shen Qingqiu and the brothel madam that very same night, after his first attempt to get close. If only he could leave a review of the establishment. Zero star.

At some point Shen Qingqiu must have caught on to his not-impure intention. After a fun drunken night and a game of weiqi, the peak lord suddenly began developing an interest in him.

Okay, Shen Yuan may have accidentally charmed him with his stories, but to be honest he never expected the plan to work. He should've known even in a xianxia world, of course everyone loved P*kemon! Shen Qingqiu happened to have profound interests in mythical creatures, just like him. It felt almost like he found a fellow nerd who was willing to listen to his long rants.

Somewhere along the line, a friendship was formed over many heated games of weiqi; Shen Yuan’s never-ending plagiarized tales; and Shen Qingqiu’s guilty pleasure of listening to Shen Yuan’s rendition of modern pop songs on the guqin. They both discovered that they enjoyed each other's company and now…

Shen Yuan blamed Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky. In one of his outings with his good bro - his good buddy Shen Qingqiu, they accidentally stumbled upon a field of venomous man-eating vines. Shen Qingqiu saved him from getting eaten alive by the monster plants, but during the fight he was doused in aphrodisiac pollen.

What was Shen Yuan supposed to do, not return the favor? When Shen Qingqiu had looked at him with those pitiful, pained eyes? Of course he had to help out a bro, okay?

He just happened to be a virgin in his past life, and Shen Qingqiu was just that beautiful - that Shen Yuan got a little too excited and came hard inside him. Multiple times.

He also forgot that this was a fantasy world where anything can happen with enough sex pollen. 

"I'm pregnant."

Shen Yuan pondered. Maybe if Shen Qingqiu became his partner, he wouldn't have time doing anything else, like joining a conference and pushing a half demon into the abyss. They could live together, talk about mythical creatures all day, and go on night hunts anytime they wanted. Oh wait, they were having a baby, so maybe when their child grows older? But what if they have a second or third?

No, no, what was he thinking, he wasn't ready to be a husband, let alone a father-

"Shen-lang," Shen Qingqiu suddenly called.

"Marry me," Shen Yuan blurted out.

As usual, Shen Qingqiu never failed to make him lose his mind.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Greetings, Bard! Actually really worried to send this to you. I really like your works! You are one of small amount of people, who writes for gorons, and I really love your work! I was crying, while reading Daruk x sick!reader. Thank you very much for that!

Actually, if it's doesn't bother you too much, you have some time and wish to write. Then may I request Daruk x reader. Where reader helps Daruk wash his hair. This man has beautiful hair. And I don't know why, but I feel like he will be like cloud after washing them. And maybe some fluff??

Thank you very much for your work again!

So I got this request more than once and there’s something about washing someone else’s hair that signifies such a deep level of love and care for the person having their hair washed. I’d honestly be happy to write this for all three of our Goron faves.

Darunia

While grateful to you for being considerate of his jagged mop, the chief isn’t exactly keen on washing his hair too often. He mentions something about the earth of Death Mountain enriching his hair and building character - but you can tell with the way that he’s not cross his arms that he’s more or less bluffing. Set your hands on your hips and give him a look of ‘you can’t lie to me’, and he’ll eventually relent, being unable to resist your determined look.

Grabbing some well water from Kakariko Village, you make your way back up with it and into Goron City where you start by dunking a bowlful over Darunia’s head. The Goron chief sits impatiently with his legs crossed as you get to lathering at his scalp. You’re mindful to hold your tongue as you scrub the ash from his stony white pointed locks, slowly causing them to lose their angular shape as the water clears out all the impurities in his hair. He chooses not to say much as you work, though his arms are fully crossed over his chest and his knee is tapping steadily into the ground. You can’t help but smile though, despite his reluctant nature, he was amenable pretty quickly to your offer and you internally gave him brownie points for not being a total sourpuss. When you finish, you move to get a towel, but he stops you. A rough shake of his head has his drenched hair immediately springing back into their sharper ends, though noticeably whiter. You gawk in surprise, but a hand covering the top of your head breaks your thoughts. His smirk is small, but it’s a genuine Darunia smile - and he gives you his thanks to go along with it.

Daruk

Over the moon that you’d offer to do something so nice for him!

He wastes no time taking you over to the hot springs on the outskirts of the city, finding the biggest one so you both can comfortable relax. Daruk looks the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him: content smile, hands resting neatly in his lap, so opposite from the boisterous and stand tall pride that personified him. As you poured the warm water over his head and began sudsing up his hair, you were genuinely surprised his hair was incredibly soft already. This made you giggle, having heard so many people mention his beard and hair being comparable to clouds. Gently your fingers weaved through his long white locks, washing away all of the ash and dirt that he rolled through on a daily basis. The Goron champion hummed low in enjoyment, your fingers providing a comfort he’d never felt before. Being a sought after name in Goron City had Daruk so ready to handle any situation that he often what it was like not to have much to think about.

“I could get used to this” he sighs relaxedly. His eyes are fully closed now, and you take this opportunity to come around to his beard. Being this close to his face makes you a tad nervous because of the proximity, but his slacken posture eases your apprehension. Your fingertips scrub into his facial hair, the soap lathering in bunches and truly shaping him up to look more like a cloud than ever. When you reach his cheeks, a brief wave of affection washes over you. You hold his face for only a few seconds, and though he does not notice that you’ve stopped, you commit to memory the calm of that has completely engulfed him. At the end of your washing, you carefully doused his head in more warm spring water, making sure to wring out the excess at the ends of his hair and beard. The towel that you brought with you, now cozy from the heat of the springs, was brought to his face and head to dry off any remaining water.

When you were finally finished, you lent him the biggest smile you could muster. The white of his mane looked pristine and even he seem impressed as his large hand felt the softness he touched. Without missing a beat, you were scooped up in his giant arms, squeezed affectionately to his chest. “I feel better than ever!” roared Daruk, swinging you in his hold before slowly easing you away from him. His grin was about as jovial as it gets, “I owe ya one, sweetheart,” he said, the appreciation warm on his tongue. He held you close once more, opting for a more tender hug now as he softly murmured, “Thank you.”

Yunobo

This Goron is instantly touched that you’d be willing to do something so sweet.

Taking a page out Daruk’s book, he offers to sit with you at the nearby hot springs. Yunobo doesn’t have a tremendous amount of hair, but the flowy swirl of white on his head is pretty soft to the touch; this allows you to instead have the idea of giving his head a nice massage! Scratching gently at his scalp once you’ve lathered up his hair, you knead carefully into the skin of his head. Your fingertips squeeze and release gently in intervals, slowly releasing any tension Yunobo had locked at his head. The sigh he lets out is one of complete comfort, and it makes your heart thump hearing him sound so relaxed. Using your palms, you carefully scoop at his neck, applying gentle pressure and moving into slow, deliberate strokes in order to soften the muscles there. As you massage and compress across his entire head, you can see Yunobo struggling to stay awake from your ministrations. A gentle giggle escapes you, arms coming around his shoulders as you lean on his rocky back from behind, “Don’t drift off just yet, sleepyhead, I gotta dry you off.”

He chuckles with some embarrassment after waking back up, “S-Sorry! I’m just so relaxed, y’know? Who’d a thunk getting your head rubbed felt this good, goro?” It’s your turn to laugh as you tell him you’re happy to have helped him loosen up a bit. You rinse the remaining soap from his head before completely patting him dry, the warmth of the towel feeling good on both his head and your hands. At the signal of your completion, Yunobo lets out a generous yawn.

“I’m ready for a nap now,” he says, voice laced with sleepy tones. Before you can even respond, he sweeps you into his arms bridal style, carrying you off back to the city. You ask him in a stammer where you’re both going and he raises an eyebrow in slight confusion, “We’re gonna take a nap, like I said, goro,” he smiles down at you, “You don’t think you deserve some rest too?” You stay silent at his question, choosing your response to instead be your shuffle of comfort into his arms. He pulls you a little closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thanks for doing somethin’ so nice for me.”

You find yourself getting sleepy with the warmth that radiates from him, but you whisper out how much of a pleasure it was as you look forward to falling asleep in his embrace soon enough.