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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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silver foxes

the men who are twice your age and half the headache. The ones who show up to your doorstep, flowers in hand and gifts in the other before taking you out on a date. That’s only after he told you to go crazy with his credit card to buy the perfect dress and heels for the occasion. The kind of a man that opens your door, drapes his coat around you and even puts it on the ground so you don’t dare splash your feet with that puddle. He’s the man that teaches you never to settle or compromise on your standards…to always expect princess treatment and nothing less of being regarded as his queen. The man that has your bills paid on time on every month before you even have time to look at them and tells you put your money up because hey, he’s got your hair and nails covered too. Five star dinners, always dressed in designers and smells like Tom Ford cologne. He’s also the man that brings you home after a night out and undresses you right there in the doorway because you looked far too sexy in that tight red dress..accenting every curve on that beautiful body. He’s the man that starts out with slow, sloppy kisses that trails from your lips, neck and down to your belly button but disrespectfully devours your pussy through the seat of those panties he can’t even be vexed to pull off. Only tugging them to the side long enough to spit onto those folds. Honestly, he doesn’t see himself as your sugar daddy or anything but he can’t help but get a taste of that sweetness. Especially when it’s trickling down his chin; staining his stubble and slightly wrinkled cheeks. Right before he decides to hoist your legs midair and bounce you up and down on his cock. You’re thinking to yourself how he possibly harbors so much strength for a man who’s past middle aged but he’s fucking you so good, like someone in his prime youth that you don’t ever question his skills. You claw his back, scream his name and even come twice as he’s twisting you to his leisure. In a full nelson with your panties tucked between your teeth; that dick curving inside of you..a hand on the back of your head and pushed face down into the pillow of the couch as he gives you backshots. Who tells you ‘I know, baby..I know.” When you’re whimpering with his thumb between your lips.,The man that goes rounds with you until you’re both spent and he’s splattering your tight little cunt full of his warm seed. Who tells the Plan B and breakfast in the morning is on him but first, he’ll go run you a warm bath and get you ready for bed.

the type of man that once you start fucking with him..you’ll never go back to the ones your age.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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The Farmer's Daughter 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stand on your tiptoes, a dangerous choice as you stand on a wooden stool, reaching to clip pegs around the folded edge of the linen sheet. You clasp it over the cord in three places and reel along the length, bending to pull a wet pillowcase from the basket.

“You’re grinding on the clutch,” Walter’s voice carries through the barn door before he emerges, “you need another driving lesson.”

“I know how to drive stick,” your brother, Timothy, argues with the larger man. “It’s not the clutch.”

“Ermph,” the other man grunts in return.

“Thanks for having a look though,” Timothy slaps his arm lightly.

He gets another grumble from the chronically grumpy man. Walter is older than your brother, by quite a bit; and you too. He’s tall and burly and his brow never truly loses its furrow. He’s fonder of your father than Timothy; you’re sure if he didn’t feel some kinship with your father, he’d never venture this far.

Walter is a big, burly man. He has a lumbering gait you can recognise even as he’s at the property’s edge, and his curly hair falls messily around his chiseled face. There’s a touch of silver in one curl but his age doesn’t show otherwise.

You refocus on hanging the laundry. You stand on your toes and strain to clip the beg on the line. The stool wobbles and you put your feet flat, steadying it. You suck in your lower lip and look around. Timothy’s gone, you hear him back in the barn clattering through the toolbox, but Walter remains. He narrows his eyes at you as you give a sheepish smile.

“Hi, Mr. Marshall,” you say.

“Hey,” he returns in his way.

You don’t expect much more so you wind the line further and once more bend to take another piece of clothing. You quickly forget his presence and go back to your precarious game. Back on your toes, the stool tips and you gasp, a scream catching in your throat as you brace yourself for the violent tumble.

You don’t hit the ground though. You barely even tip as you're caught under the arms. You open your eyes as Walter holds you well over the ground. He does so effortlessly.

“I… Mr. Marshall, thank you,” you breathe.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he grits.

“Um, I know,” you wiggle your feet and look at the ground, “um, can you put me down.” He does just that and you laugh at yourself, “thanks.”

“Hm,” he sidles down to the basket.

To your surprise he takes out the next sheet and easily throws it over the line. He holds out a hand but you just stare at his calloused palm. What is he doing?”

“Pin,” he demands gruffly.

“Oh, uh, sure,” you step up and place a pin in his hand. His fingers brush around yours as he closes them. You retract your reach as he clasps it over the linen. He puts his hand out for the next and again, you hand one over.

“Don’t do it again,” he says as he grabs the next piece of laundry.

“Mr. Marshall, I won’t, but you don’t need to–”

“It’s fine,” he carries on, set on his mission of putting out the drying. “Your father wouldn’t be happy if I let you hurt yourself.”

“Erm, I guess,” you give him another pin.

He’s silent as his blue gray eyes fixate on his chore. He bends to grab more, drapes the cloth over, and takes a pin to secure it in place. You work in wordless rhythm until the basket is empty and the line is full.

“How is he?” He asks.

You put your hands behind you and wring them, “better. Ma says he’ll be home next week.”

He nods and looks at you. He crosses his arms, straining the fabric of his long-sleeved tee. It’s warm out, enough to dampen his shirt with sweat. Still, he doesn't seem to mind.

“If you need anything,” he peers around the fields, “big place for just you and the other one.”

“Oh, Tim? Yeah, we manage.”

He scratches the scruff on his chin and shifts his stance. You’ve never seen him flinch before, never hesitate or doubt, but in that moment, he seems unsure. He clears his throat and drops his hand.

“Well, have a good day,” he bows his head slightly. “Have your brother take down the laundry.”

You look away guiltily, staring at the stool, “you, too, Mr. Marshall.”

He backs away a few steps and you cautiously glance at his boots as he does. He stops and you hold your breath.

“I don’t mind Walt,” he says.

“Right,” your voice flutters, “Walt.”

He twists on his heel and continues across the grass to the trodden road. He follows it down towards the fence. You tear your gaze away and gather up the basket and the stool. You leave them on the porch and sit in the shade as sweat speckles on your forehead.

Your heart is still racing, likely from your near disastrous slip. You think you will have Timothy take down the sheets. You may even convince him to help your fold.

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #drabble #au #series #the farmer's daughter #backwoods au #night hunter

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nuhuhwinniethepooh · 4 months

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The word 'obsession' is a mild word if it's referring to him but it's the only word that can describe what he feels on an everyday basis. What he feels is beyond worldly tags on feelings and emotions, words are just words afterall and words always falls short.

He loves, he hates, he adores, he loathes, he swoons, he has the very impulsive thought of killing you with his own hands while he watches the life leave your eyes, he wants to hold you close and never want to see the light burn out in your eyes, he doesn't know what he wants when it comes to you but in the end, it's all words- he'll truly never be able to tell you how he feels.

Despite the constant conflict of emotions in him, he never thought of letting you go. That's not even a choice, the words itself has a meaning in his dictionary, sure but when it comes together? It's a sham of a word, a phrase to be precise, a crude mockery to be exact. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense nor should it make sense because why would he ever do that? He loves you, He hates you.

It's confusing really, he loves you to the point that he can kill you. Obsession? A mild word as stated before, the want on keeping you locked up all for him is always in conflict with the want on taking you around the world and spoiling you rotten, allowing you to be free and flourish rather than caged and wither but- there will always be a 'but' since all he wants is to do both, the former and the latter. Both sounds so good, he can't really decide. Until then, you can live your life without the knowledge of turmoil in him, enjoy it while you can.

But maybe one day, he'll finally snap. Snap and make his final decision on what he wants to do with you and your life, make the final decision on how you're gonna spend the rest of your life or maybe he'll come to a realization, the truth of it all in a poetic sense.

He hates the fact that he loves you or he loves the fact that you hate him, No in-between.

He loves you enough to possibly kill you. A bad ending of a sort or a mercy in a twisted sort of way, It's all upto you in the end.

Love could kill? Words always falls short but for him, those three words means more to him than 'I love you' or any of those other 3 words squashed together to make a phrase. Love can kill and it means literally but only if you're referring to him, that is.

He just loves you enough to kill you.

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Characters when they go Yandere! Lol? I felt poetic and a tad bit lazy to write anything else.

Applies to :

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Dabi, Nagumo, L

Im out of characters but who do you think this could apply to?

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blueparadis · 8 months

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nanami is always so serious and stoic. its not that he doesn't enjoy a rush of god humor and witty remarks, but maybe the person evoking the humor matters sometimes. And most of the time, it is hard to keep up with him while talking or even listening due to his pool-like silence. He is not that controlling and intimidating underneath, not really. actually, he hates barking orders to others but people won't work unless they are asked too...lazy workers.

But after that bone chilling controlling wall starts to melt, you notice it is not that hard to look him in the eye, maintain the eye contact, pay attention while he is talking to you and for once not playing with your fingers, nipping your nails but it is also oh so dangerous. And, for the first time you observe his handsome features: his echoing eyes, his sharp nose, his lips, that perfectly shaped jaw-line.

When he notices that you are noticing him, he stops talking and swallows; lowering his tone he gently mutters, "Do whatever you're thinking of doing," adding a please at the beginning; so, its: "please do whatever you are thinking of doing,"

maintaining the same gap between you two since he does not want to scare you or eat that boldness of yours with his bossy aura. He is perfectly aware how intimidating he seem to others and sometimes its painful how people avoid so, there is always a sort of requesting tone if he wants something from you.

"Could you please pass me the water?"

"I would like a cup of coffee. black, could you...maybe?"

#he is so so soft gawd #blueparadis snippets #nanami kento #the recent episode made me realize how much of a patience hunter he is #jujutsu kaisen #thinking about ceo!nanami #suggestive cw #jjk drabbles #nanami drabbles #i cant think of anyone else other than him who is this soft and walks around wearing his heart just under the hem of his sleeves #nanami x gender neutral reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n

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hunterwritings · 7 months

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dad!bi-han>>>

"Boys?" You called out as you stood in the kitchen, just now getting back to the Lin Kuei temple after running some errands.

Your eyes scanned the living area of the temple, wondering where your husband and sons have gone. They are probably training, you thought. You brushed it off, knowing that Bi-han would never take his eyes off his boys. They were the safest they could be with their father around.

As you began walking to the outdoor training area, you see Kuai Liang walking inside. "Kuai Liang." You get his attention as he looks up at you and gives a soft smile. "Oh, hey (Y/N)." He says.

"Have you seen the boys anywhere?" You ask, referring to both your three sons and your husband. "Not lately, Bi-han was demonstrating fighting techniques for them with the other initiates." He explains.

"I had a feeling he would be training them." You cross your arms.

"That was a while ago, I'm not sure where they could be now." He says, curious but not worried.

"Hm, I'll keep looking then." You chuckle before he smiles and walks past you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you practically walked around the entire temple in search of them. A small sense of worry had filled your stomach. You knew Bi-han would always protect his children, but worried thoughts had plagued your mind. A frustrated groan left your lips before you headed back inside, deciding to recollect yourself before looking for them once again.

You open your bedroom door to reveal your sleeping husband sprawled out on the bed with his three boys fast asleep and clinging to his body. A sigh of relief left your body, you knew you could trust your husband.

You wished to let them sleep as long as they wanted to, but as soon as you opened the door, your sons had immediately woken.

"Mom!" One of them excitedly, but still sleepily, yells out. A laugh escapes your lips as you sit on the edge of the bed as your young boys crawl off their father and wrap their arms around you. "Aw, I was wondering where my boys had gone." You smile, wrapping your arms around the three of them as much as you could.

With you speaking and the rustling of his children above him, Bi-han woke to see you sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. "I didn't realize you were here." He says in a groggy tone. "I can see that." You chuckle.

He sits up from his previous lying position and leans forward enough to kiss you on the lips, holding the side of your face with his palm.

"Tired from the training session, I presume?" You ask as. Bi-han rubs his eyes. "They were the tired ones." He says.

"Them alone? Sure." You sarcastically say as he rolls his eyes at you with a smirk.

#hunterwritings #— hunterwritings #hunter speaks #mk1 #bi han #mk1 x reader #bi han x reader #bihan x reader #bihan #sub zero #sub zero x reader #drabble #hunters drabbles

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r0semaryt3a · 20 days

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Hi, could I please request a collective scenario of the Phantom Troupe going on a first date with their s/o?

And if possible them going to choose a pet (arguably the more chaotic the better, but whoever animal works fine) with their s/o?

Thank you 🥰

Oh absolutely! I’ll admit to it now, these may be a little ooc but still, I love this idea sm. ofc I’m only gonna do Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Paku, Feitan and Phinks w the dates (though may return to this at a later date for the others) - p.s this won’t contain spoilers so for that one friend who knows me on here and reads my stuff feel free to read this.

(I’m including Hisoka and Illumi in this because that pet suggestion is perfect!)

Without further ado:

Chrollo

Where you go will just depend on how you know him. You know him from the Troupe? It’s anyone’s guess! Maybe he’ll take you out for the full shabam, maybe you’ll just sit cuddled up: reading. A candle flickering softly beside you as you rest against his chest, his voice echoing through you with every passing page. Your eyes grow groggy and you hear him chuckle, “tired sweetheart?” Your answer doesn’t matter much. You’ll remain where you are. Carefully perched on his lap as you drift off, his fingers playing absentmindedly with your hair. Suddenly, his attention wasn’t really on his book anymore.

Or, maybe you’ll just walk! You know who he is; probably where he came from he sees no reason to put up an act with you. A simple chat will do.

If you know him from one of his many escapades, know the him all dolled up and fake then you’ll probably wind up at a fancy restaurant. He’ll treat you to the works, the full 9*. You’ll be able to indulge in whatever you desire (and hopefully by the end of the night: him. Though his expectations are quite low on that.)

Can’t imagine him being very touchy on a first date, not unless he was properly invested. Like if you knew each other a while and the event wasn’t spontaneous I can imagine him being very cuddly. You’ve agreed to go on a date with him, this will not be the last and he’s certainly going to get what he can out of it.

So, if you’re a target that he’s had his eye on for a while, he’ll put up a gentlemanly front: butter you up. Try his luck as his arm comes to rest against the crook of your back, fingers running small circles agaisnt your hips. You’re practically glued to his side as he looks down at you with that oh so charming smile. Or how he insists on another bottle of wine for you both to share whilst you’re sat at the table, just to watch the way you trip over yourself. Each slurred word sending shivers down his spine. He’ll offer you a hotel in your inebriated state: walking you to your room, keeping you steady. A part of him (an alarmingly large part he notes) wishes to be bold and leave you a souvenir of your night together, the rest of him knows how to play this game. Knows better than that. He’ll leave it be for tonight, no use in moving too fast after all. You’re an investment. One he intends to make worth his while.

Aaaaand if you’re some lucky shmuck: he’ll see how the night goes. Truth be told, he’s using you. You were his pass for whatever caper he happened to be on the night you two met and since then you’ve been simply smitten. He can’t say it’s been a bother, you’re cute by all means considered and don’t impose on his work: so he humoured you. And now, you’re sat face to face as he spins another tale of his grandiose, noble lineage. You were so enthralled in his lies. The night would drag on and before you knew it, a swift peck on the cheek; promise for another and he’d be gone.

In terms of choosing a pet with an S/O Chrollo strikes me as the kind of guy who’d go for a cat. It’s not top docile but not some unruly beast. Plus, there’s the added bonus of letting it wander: it won’t demand attention at every second of the day. Just slink in and slink out every now and then. It’d probably be a stray, he has a tendency to like them more.

If we’re going on terms of expense? Lizards, you’d wind up with a whole bunch of expensive and equally exotic reptiles. A chameleon maybe? Just like him, it can blend into any crowd. A kindred spirit.

Feitan

A date? With him? Really? But why? That’s just a waste of time.

Unlike Chrollo, Feitan doesn’t do outside gigs often and especially doesn’t do anything that would involve getting touchy feely. So, likelihood is you’re a fellow trope member or at least someone who knows him well.

Still. Getting a date with him will be hard.

Obscenely so.

You’ll most likely stay at whatever base the Troupe had made, maybe play a game? Talk?

If he’s feeling up to it he’ll probably steal a fancy Chardonnay and light candles, it’s nothing too special but it’s a nice touch.

If he’s the one to suggest the date however. Oh boy, you best prepare good.

Feitan is an odd soul, he doesn’t really understand that you might not want to start the date with him brutally mangling a chauffeur. But, the rest of the night will certainly make up for that. You won’t be leaving his side: at all, like not once. Don’t even try it. His hand is glued to yours as he drags you through streets. He made an effort tonight, in a suit.

It’s anyone’s guess as to where you’ll wind up, most likely a store you’d expressed interest in, a movie you’d been talking about recently or a restaurant that you liked the food from. Either way it’s free for the both of you.

You may wind up completely alone on a candle lit dinner, flirtatious banter rolling of his tongue in drunken clumps if he loosens up enough (which is a big if)

He’ll bite you at least once throughout the date. Not even because he thought it would be romantic, he just wanted to.

Pet wise? Something small, that he can vary around. Probably a snake or a rodent. He’d say things like “Need violent. Help out.” Then you’ll catch him with his little rat nestled into his hood.

It’s not a pet for the both of you, it’s a pet for him. Which, you don’t really mind afterall it quells his little attachment outbursts

Phinks

Basic. I mean real basic.

He’s nervous as on a first date.

Will talk about himself a lot but he’s not trying to be rude (maybe)

You’ll most likely head out to a restaurant or a movie.

Unlike Feitan, Phinks may actually pay for his meal and the event’s expenses. Give the facade of a normal date and not a robbery.

If you know him from the troupe he probably won’t prioritise keeping up appearances unless you’ve expressed you want a normal night. If you don’t: it’ll be like every teen movie fantasy.

He had protested agaisnt your movie of choice, called it “bland” and talked of there “being so many better options.” But, you swear, with his eyes glued intently on the screen before you; his arm slung over your shoulder, you caught the occasional flicker of a smile.

Pet wise? Dog. This is just a fact, you’re getting a dog. Maybe a Labrador or a Cane Corso? He’s a sucker for loyalty and more than willing to put in the effort of caring for it.

Machi

“A date? But why? We spend enough time together here, don’t we?”

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go on one, she’s just aware that her presence as an on site doctor is important. (And values the money)

She’s perfectly capable of being romantic; this date will show that. When you inevitably get her to cave.

It’ll probably be a cafe, ice cream venue: something small. Unlike the others, she doesn’t try to blow you away with bold or tacky displays. The image will perfectly replicate a domestic scene.

The two of you, sat beside one another on a flimsy outdoor table. You’d ordered milkshakes, similarly to Phinks if you wanted normalcy she’d be more than happy to pay, occasional bouts of small talk drifted between the two of you. Eventually her hand found your own and the small talk fell to teasing, a gentle thumb caressing the back of your hand. “How’s your drink?” The question seemed off in the onslaught of flirtatious remarks, her monotonous front swiftly returning. She hummed at your response. “Want to try some of mine?”

If you refuse, she’ll simply shrug and return to the mismatch mix of small talk and romance.

If you say you do want to however, that’s a different story. She pushes the glass towards you; you lean in -tentatively- to grab it. Nothing much else happens: the flavours meet your tongue and your guard begins to lower. Suddenly, a warmth floods through you, as in a swift motion, Machi planks a kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing big, nothing bold. But, it lasts, a lingering knot in your chest. She’s had the effect she wanted and knows that. It was cute watching you regain composure: keep your guard up, she’ll be testing your reflexes again soon.

Pet wise I’m thinking a scavenger, like a fox or something. She’s not going to get a conventional pet, maybe on your way back home you catch a glimpse of orange? She’s enamoured with the thing in seconds.

Either that or a bird, she’d probably train it to help with her nensticthes. (not that she needs it)

Shalnark

He’s the one to ask you.

The date’s perfect, down to every detail. All tailored to your tastes.

He’s very cuddly during the whole ordeal so best be prepared.

The date itself would consist of a flurry of different activities, all scheduled to fit neatly into whatever time you had. If something were to come up that you seemed particularly fond of, he’d drop the rest. Instead, turning his attention to ensuring you kept on enjoying whatever it was you were both doing.

Shalnark strikes me as the kind of guy to want to go shopping for a date and likely wouldn’t be of shy of this fact. Bringing a small purse (mostly filled with trinkets and not actually money) to elude to his wants.

You’re ending the night with at least 1 set of matching items and him practically glued to you: one arm wrapped around your waste and another occasionally fiddling with loose aspects of your attire, bombarding you with questions: “did you enjoy yourself?” “Ooh, next time we should get XXX.” “Why’d you choose to wear this? Not that I’m complaining, you look stunning, just curious~”

Overall? It’s quite the fruitful experience.

Pet wise: Shalnark doesn’t really care, he’s always wanted to see how well he could look after a fish or rodent of some kind but has also always adored the idea of owning some big, fluffy creature. He’ll most likely wind up looking up pros and cons and running off of that.

Pakunoda

Restaurant date all the way.

Like Shalnark, she’s the one to suggest the idea to you.

She goes all out. And I mean all out. When you first see her, she’s stunning. Hair pristine, brilliant outfit, heels adding to her already towering height.

She’s not shy with compliments, her hand resting in the crook of your arm. Every word is picked with poise, with no doubt on sincerity.

The night is normal all things considered, she’s more than willing to pay and almost bends over backwards to ensure nothing ‘thievish’ happens.

The dinner would be lovely, you can’t help but note the meticulous care placed into every action. The seating giving you just the seclusion she needs to smother you with flirtatious quips. She’s good with her tongue as well, knows every which way, every which syllable to elicit the exact reactions she wants. The night would be one to remember; depending on the status of your relationship, might stay with you a few days longer.

“You like the food, love?” You mumble your response through a mouthful, nodding your head to accentuate your point. This earns a hearty laugh from the woman, “Mhm, I’m glad to hear it.” Her eyes don’t leave your figure for one second. She’d been like that all night, drinking in every aspect of your form, “Have I told you how good you look tonight?” She had, a lot, but the sentiment stood strong nonetheless.

Pet wise? Also a cat. Paku’s just a cat lady I don’t make the rules, probably a long hair. Like a Turkish Angora or Cymric.

Hisoka

Oh boy. Really? I mean, really?

It’s your funeral and I’m not even certain I can say that figuratively.

The date is anyone’s guess. Could be a restaurant or it could be something obscene like rock climbing, rollerblading, go karting. Whatever it is, it won’t be boring.

He’ll pick an activity that forces proximity, you’re going to be close for the whole night. A means of bonding if you will.

Hisoka thrives on attention and watching skill in action, so his ideal date would encompass both of those qualities. On one hand, you’re both pressed up against one another, full reign to do what you’d like (within account of public decency of course) and on the other, you’re showing exceptional stamina and strength in keeping up with him.

No shortage of flirting here folks, every other word will carry some lewd innuendo you’re sure not to miss.

By the end you’ll definitely have some marks on you, whether from him or the date itself is 50/50. If it is from the date’s activities however, he’d always be open to remedy that.

“I have to say, I’m quite impressed you know.” The words were hardly audible from your positioning, you were far more focused on keeping yourself upright anyhow. “If I’d have known you were this capable I would’ve suggested another activity.” There’s an underlying threat to his words, yet somehow the compliment (if you could call it that) leaves a pink hue upon your cheeks.

Pets. Hmmm, pets. Hisoka would need something that wouldn’t settle down, wouldn’t rely on routine so most domestic animals are off the table for him. Things that need specific conditions would also be a no. Overall Hisoka needs something that can keep up with his sporadic lifestyle, otherwise he’ll leave it behind. Which really leaves very little options on the table.

But, there’s a chance something might sweep him off his feet and I’d be willing to bet that’d be a spider or reptile of some kind, something that he knows could and would kill him. The thought of snakes and their incapability to love would probably excite him.

Illumi

Boring.

Very, very, very boring.

He does everything he’s meant to and I mean that he tick every little box. There’s no excitement here unless he has a job or someone does something.

And oh boy, you better believe you’re not walking out of there without at least something to show of it.

He is rather gentle with you, if it weren’t for his overall aloof demeanour you may be prone to calling it endearing. Overall, Illumi would be a rather: interesting case. Unless you somehow sparked something in him you’d probably be best holding off on the dates for a while. But hey! You tried right?

Pet wise, why would he need another? He has Mike. It’s a little too much responsibility with how much he moves around, though if he had to chose it’d probably be a rabbit. Why? He couldn’t say, has just always been drawn to them.

This is like my first time writing any of these characters other than Chrollo so I hope I did them justice-

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replaytech · 2 months

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crosshair drabble cause that man has taken over my thoughts

- crosshair is the type of guy to literally act like your bodyguard. you wanna go on a mission by yourself? funny.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He picks up his helmet, “That’s nice. I’ll meet you on the ship.”

- will absolutely pick you up and throw you over his shoulder whenever you give him attitude.

“roll your eyes again, pretty.”

so you did. the two of you had gotten a little agitated with each other on this particular mission.

he sighs and flicks his toothpick to the ground.

you see his hands reach for your waist, “what are you-“, you cut off with a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder.

“I’ll put you down when you’re done with that attitude.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

he pats the area behind your knee, “how touching.”

- LOVES to pull you into a random alcove of the marauder and kiss you like the ship is going down. any minute he can get alone with you is a blessing. idc what anyone says, this man is a gentle kisser. the kind to put his hand on the back of your head to keep you in place UGH!!!

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suiana · 27 days

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Good morning, Darling. A new anon fan of yours — Admiration was present before my eyes.

Whatever these poetic shit that AI gave me. Obsessed with the way you write shit got me like:

😘😘😙😍🥹🥹🥳🫣

I just have this new suggestion that i pulled out of my ass which is: A Yandere who is trying to kill Reader and shit with the Reader also doing the same (🫢😱😳) but slowly falls in love yet to prideful to admit it.

(yandere! bounty hunter x gn! wanted reader)

you stare at him with a grin, holding your blade to his neck as he presses the gun against the side of your head. it always ended like this between you two. a stalemate.

"heh, your face is red."

you comment, smiling at the bounty hunter who frowns at you before rolling his eyes. you take note of the way his cheeks looked slightly flushed, his eyes looking away from yours as the hand holding the gun to your head seems to shake a bit.

"shut up. you're such a pain in the ass."

"aw come on, don't be like that."

you grin at him, jumping away from him as you sheath your blade. the bounty hunter lets out a low growl, his gun lowering. you observe him from a distance, smiling as the bounty hunter merely places his hand on his hips before sassily eyeing you up and down.

god, what was this? a sassy man? you can't help but want to tease him. and is that a blush on his face?

"you're blushing! do you like me?"

you tease, cocking an eyebrow at him before giggling softly. you watch in amusement as the male coughs loudly, glaring at you before refusing every accusation.

"no way! why the hell would i like you? you're just- just another bounty to me!"

he mumbles, avoiding eye contact as he covers his mouth with his hand. to that, you shake your head before rolling your eyes. yeah right, like you believe him. you're not stupid after all.

but whatever, you'll leave while he's still yapping to himself about how he doesn't like you. just secretly walk off while he's mumbling about how you're some annoying pest that keeps on escaping his grasp...

"and i obviously don't go to sleep thinking about you- hey where are you going?"

he suddenly yells, looking at your retreating figure before chasing after you. damn it, maybe you should have ran instead of walked.

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere bounty hunter #yandere bounty hunter x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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strwbmei · 10 months

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“accidentally” sending a video of you fucking kafka dumb to the stellaron hunters gc

Needless to say— they were surprised when they opened the video to the sight of you pounding Kafka ruthlessly; drool trickling down her chin, eyes half-lidded, and her hair that was usually tied up into a high ponytail cascading along her back and the mattress. Well.. that wasn't really the surprising part. Kafka didn't exactly hide the type of relationship the two of you had, and the rest of the Stellaron hunters weren't strangers to hearing her moan your name behind closed doors.

They were surprised that Kafka, a woman that was known for her eerily calm demeanor and beauty— would let you take a video of her in this state; opposite of how she usually was with the makeup she worked so hard on now ruined as her moans turned into a mixture of high pitched whines and your name. It was so filthy seeing you pin her wrists above her head and even filthier seeing how she unconsciously moved her hips to meet yours like a bitch in heat. And yet, they couldn't peel their eyes away from the screen.

Watching you continuously pound into Kafka's sopping cunt even when her legs shook with her nth orgasm. Hearing each wet squelch and squeak of the bed whenever you thrust into her. Only you could do this to her— and your pride in that fact showed with the way you fucked her dumb with the biggest grin on your face.

#・❥・strwb inbox #・❥・strwb drabbles #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr smut #stellaron hunters #hsr kafka #kafka #kafka hsr #kafka x reader #kafka smut

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linalieana · 2 months

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probably don't know that they are that big, like not in any sexual way but like in general, their physical appearance, they're buff. like they prob just thought they just accidentally bumped into u then there u are, bruised shoulders

nanami, toji, sukuna, gojo (have u seen him in manga ..) , geto, kirishima, ushijima, daichi, zoro, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, reiner, aoi todo, eren jeager (s4), chrollo, taiju shiba, south terano, ur favs ++

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yandere-toons · 9 months

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Yandere: I wasn't STALKING you. I was just educating myself on your lore. Calm down.

Okay, but imagine Hunter (TOH) sputtering out an excuse like this when you catch him spying on you. He trains himself to identify your voice over the din and leaps from his hiding place behind the gaudiest kiosk in the Night Market.

Depending on whether this is pre-Hollow Mind, Hunter might throw up a rambling explanation for how Emperor Belos assigned him to a reconnaissance mission.

"You're a person of interest." He keeps his golden mask securely fastened to his face, hoping that its show-nothing design will render you oblivious to the profuse sweat now dripping down his uniform.

A pang of fear stabs Hunter in the gut as he hears his own words and struggles to rip the wobble out of his voice. "To Emperor Belos, I mean!" The slight crack and fluctuation of intonation, embedded deeper in his memory than anywhere else, fills him with a cold awareness of the smallest things.

Hunter stops his arm before it satisfies an itch under the hem of his glove. The leather, once a gleaming sign of prestige, now traps his wrist and palm in a clammy prison.

He looks away, as if anyone else in this world could seize his attention more, and reaches out to wave his hand up and down a few times. "So, resume your daily activities, citizen." Hunter leans against the side of the kiosk, props one heel over the other, and crosses his arms in an attempt to appear suave.

"I'll ... I'll be here."

As you scout another stall for cheap contraband, Hunter lays his full weight on the kiosk and accidentally pushes it into a steep bend in the road. He saves himself with a stumble and looks from you to the fleeing kiosk, then sprints after it, cloak flaring, yelling at the kiosk to "give me a break!"

Wheels snap and pots shatter in a crash that summons from the night an immediate uproar.

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archivistofnerddom · 3 months

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The Batch + Getting forehead kisses from their partners

Hunter

Hunter carries so much weight that comes with keeping the family safe and together. You giving him this soft gesture is an acknowledgement of and silent thanks for everything he does. It’s a little action between you two.

With his heightened senses, Hunter frequently deals with overstimulation. You gently brushing back some of his hair and cupping his face calms him. His focus is solely on you in this moment. All his senses focus directly on you as you tilt his head back slightly to kiss his forehead. When you press that gentle kiss to his forehead, he glitches a bit and reaches out for you, holding you close to him.

He won’t say it, but he needs to have you so close to keep him from getting so overwhelmed by everything. And you understand. You stay close and lean into him, pressing one another kiss to his forehead as you hear him breathe more steadily.

Crosshair

He doesn’t trust easily, doubly so after what he survived with the Empire. Trusting you is a Big Thing for him. You can tell how much Crosshair needs gentle, soft reassurance that you’re still there, still around to support and love him.

Crosshair is tense when you slide next to him, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders with one arm. He looks at you intently. You shift yourself enough so that you can press a kiss to his forehead. Crosshair’s hand finds yours, squeezing gently, a little act of gratitude from him.

When you draw back a bit, he moves a bit and presses his forehead against yours. This feels safe. This feels like home. You feel warm when he acts like this with you. Crosshair is telling you that you are important to him without having to say anything.

Tech

This man always has something going on in his head, and he usually has four projects going on at once. Tech is a man of activity. He doesn’t slow down easily.

When you join him at his work bench, he’s happy. Tech likes having you nearby. He smiles at you when you lean over and sneak in a kiss to his forehead. You feel his hand sneak around your waist when you do, keeping you from stepping away after you finish that kiss.

Tech isn’t always good with his words, but he does show he cares with his actions. Accepting your kiss to his forehead and holding you close is one way he says he cares about you. Holding you close after you press this little kiss to his forehead is an enjoyable way for him to take a break from his work.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a very physically affectionate person. He loves openly and freely, often wearing his heart on his sleeve. When he has someone he loves deeply, Wrecker will let them know so clearly how much they mean to him.

You laugh when he pulls you down into his lap, one of his hands on your hip and the other around your back. Wrecker inhales sharply when you cup his face with both hands and kiss his forehead. His hand on your hip tightens a bit, a sign of how much you doing this means to him.

For Wrecker, this gentle sign of affection from you is also a sign that he is safe and can enjoy peace after war and being on the run. Wrecker likes being able to slow down and put down roots with his family and with you.

Echo

Look, Echo has been through a lot. He does so much to get his brothers to safety from their horrible treatment from the Empire. It’s a heavy thing that he’s handle, one that is thrown on top of him still recovering from his trauma at the hands of the Techno Union and his new life with three prosthetic limbs and cybernetic limbs.

You know how much that weighs on him, and it tugs at your heart. In the quiet moments between missions, Echo finds comfort being near you, often taking your hand in his good hand. Adjusting your position, you put your free hand on his scomp gently and press a little kiss onto his forehead.

Echo might be surprised by getting a forehead kiss from you, but he loves receiving it. Your acceptance of him as he is now means so much to him. Echo appreciates having quiet moments like these. He draws strength from having you around, especially as he’s dealing with so much for his brothers.

#the bad batch moments #the bad batch getting gentle kisses #forehead kisses #star wars #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #little scribblings #the bad batch and romance with a partner #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #drabble

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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The Farmer's Daughter 15

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Walter sighs as he shuts the hood of the truck. He tuts and faces you, keeping his hand on the metal, his other going to his hip. He looks at you then the sky behind you. The rain has stirred the scent of mud and grass and left a glaze over everything.

“You’re lucky the thing didn’t blow up in your face,” he says. “Maybe the rain saved you.”

“Oh, I... didn’t know,” you utter nervously. “Timothy said it was fine--”

“Yeah, well, shows how much he knows,” Walter stands straight and pushes back his curls, “he’s not ready. He’s too young. I’ll make sure he learns. Be sad if he through away all your dad’s hard work, huh?”

“Y-yeah, I guess,” you swallow. His words remind you of the imbalance. You need him. That’s the reality that brought you all the way up here.

“Right, well, I’ll deal with it later. I got some chains I can use to get it up to the house but we should head into town then go see your mother. Make sure she isn’t worried sick,” he steps towards you and brings his hand up under your chin. You fight not to shy away, “what were you thinking? Putting yourself in danger like that?”

“I... I had to come see you--”

He smiles, “that’s sweet but I’d rather you wait and have you in one piece, sweetheart.”

You nod into his hand and wince as he leans in. His thumb rubs your chin as he tilts your head up and he presses his lips to yours. Your surprised by his gentleness, though his beard grazes your roughly. You let him kiss you as he swoops an arm around to wrap you up.

When he parts, your breathless and dizzy. His eyes gleam down at you, “wife,” he rasps out, “we’re almost there.”

The shift in his mood puts you off. It’s just like back in the kitchen, one moment he’s terse and short, almost disappointed, the next he’s almost delicate and content. He releases you and takes you by the hand. You follow him back up towards the house.

You wait outside as he runs in to get his keys. As he comes back out, you open the door of the truck and brace the interior. You put your foot on the small metal step to pull yourself up and gasp as you’re lifted from behind. Walter helps you into the seat and you wriggle free with a meek ‘thank you’.

He kisses your cheek before he shuts the door. You focus on buckling the belt as he rounds the front of the truck. He climbs into the driver’s side and turns the engine. He sets off, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the corner of your seat.

You sit quietly, watching the hills roll by. This is it. This is your life. You’re going to married and a wife and you’re going to be tied to this man and these lands forever. You never really thought it out, you just expected life to unfold before you.

He pulls up to the bank and turns into the lot. He steers into one of the angled spots and kills the engine. You tap your fingers on your legs before you regain your bearings. As he opens his door, you do the same. You get out, hopping down with a small oof. You catch yourself on the door.

Walt stomps around, “hey, hey, careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine,” you smile, “really, I can manage.”

“I just don’t want you twisting your ankle,” he says.

“Um, okay, all good,” you show him your foot, “really.”

He stares at you. His cheek ticks. He takes your hand and shuts the passenger door. He tugs you away towards the front of the building. As you follow the sidewalk down to the entrance, you pass a few other curious pedestrians. You don’t miss there gazes and the low whispers between them.

You go inside and find the bank empty. Walter drags you to the counter and taps the bell on it. You stand on your toes to see over the high desk and see a head pop out of a back office. The woman looks unimpressed as she goes to bang on the door next to hers, “customers.”

She quickly retreats as you wait. The next door opens and another woman emerges. She’s taller than the other one, slimmer too. She struts over as she tugs straight the collar of her blouse. Her pretty pink lipstick clings to one lip as the other is faded to its natural hue.

“Hello, folks, how can I help you today.”

“I’d like to speak with an advisor about a mortgage,” Walter says as he lets go of your hand, instead hovering his large one along your lower back.

“That’s exciting,” she chimes, “you and... I didn’t know you married?”

“Not yet,” Walter exhales, “anyway, do you got someone available? I don’t really have time to sit around.”

“Sure, sure, Pete should be able to help you out. I’ll just take you to an office.”

The woman, Marska, comes around the desk and waves you down the hall. She takes you into an office and leaves you there. You and Walter lower yourself into the stiff chairs. He reaches between to offer his hand. You take it and nervously stare at the empty desk.

There’s a tap on the doorframe and a man enters. Pete. You’ve seen him before when you came to the bank with your mother.

“Morning,” he says as he swaggers around to sit behind the desk, “lovely to see you folks bright and early.” He offers his hand across the desk and Walter reluctantly lets go of yours to shake it. Pete looks at you and you hesitantly shake his hand. The man beside you shifts and huffs. “So, we’re looking into a mortgage, huh?”

The manager smiles as he leans back nonchalantly in his chair. He looks between you and Walter, “gone and snagged yourself a young one, huh, Marshall?”

Walter growls and crosses his arms, “I have a down payment.”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Pete rolls his chair closer to the desk, “just making some small chat. Big news, the two of you.”

“Is it?” Walter challenges.

“Marriage is a big deal, isn’t it?” Peter chuckles nervously.

“You would know,” Walter sneers as he sniffs, “you got something on your cheek.”

You only notice at the mention of it. Your eyes retreat from the window to Pete’s face, the smear of pink along his cheek. You look away, embarrassed for him. It must be true what they say about him and Marska.

“Uh, thanks,” Pete wipes his face with his sleeve, “let’s just jump in then.” He puts his hands over the keyboard and clears his throat. You can see a trickle of sweat along his hairline as Walter’s disapproval burns through the small office.

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #drabble #au #backwoods #series #the farmer's daughter #night hunter

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mamayan · 11 months

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⚠️ MDNI ⚠️ NSFW ⚠️

Drabble: Soft! Yandere that idolizes you

Just thinking about a needy big baby, hard leaking cock humping the air and so fucking desperate he’s nearly drooling.

On his knees just begging to burry his face in your crotch, lick and suck till you soak him in your juices and cum. He wants to drink you down. Poor thing just needs you, so badly it’s driving him insane, but he’s such a good boy and waits till you tell him “okay”.

Then he’s on you, desperate to sink his cock in your tight little hole, humping and panting till he’s balls deep and moaning so loudly as he feels you clench and twitch around him. He’s fucking pathetic as he pants and awkwardly jerks his hips inside you, so gone he can’t even think about anything but you you you-

He’s babbling nonsense as he tries to savor every second you allow him access to your body. “So sorry, I’m sorry- I need, ah! I need! Oh fuck fuck fuck need to cum- please oh!”

You think it’s so adorable and laughably cute until you realize he keeps going.

He won’t fucking stop. He’s still drilling your pole little hole, whining and coming over and over, you’re just a mess of fluids as you get sent over the edge again and again with him. He won’t stop, can’t stop, even when you beg. It’s too much, you’re too sensitive, he’s too sensitive. His poor abused cock can’t stop burying itself inside you though, even after the nth time he’s come, he just gets hard again. He’s a crying mess, but his hips just keep pounding against your ass. He’s profusely apologizing as you become an absolute fucked out mess.

“One more time, hah, oh so tight, just need one more. One more. Please- oh fuck! Gonna cum- oh so good, please forgive me! Coming!”

You can’t even beg anymore, just a soaked and sorry figure now despite holding all the power earlier. Your baby didn’t mean to get out of control, he just can’t stop now, not yet, you’re so perfect like this on his cock and he’s going mad with the sight and sounds.

“Love you so much! Oh need to come again, you gonna cum too? Oh fuck you’re coming! Fuck fuck fuck coming too! I’m coming!” He’s riding it out again inside your overstuffed little hole, filling you up and panting against your back as he can’t stop his hips from fucking his cum deeper inside you. He’s slobbering all over you, licking and kissing like a dog in heat. His lips against your ear moaning as he begs to fill you up again, not like he can even comprehend your blubbering anymore.

He keeps promising one more time, last time, just come once more for him, but he’s going to fuck you till you pass out.

Then he’ll be so sorry, how dare he do such a thing to your perfect body? He’s pulling all the aftercare moves, bathing and cuddling you up.

You’ll forgive him cuz he’s just so cute, but under all that sweetness of the gentle giant is a desperate monster ready to rut you once more.

#soft! yandere #yandere #mdni #18+#bnha #HxH #drabble #I love soft boys that fuck like monsters #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #mha #x reader #general yandere #jjk #hunter x hunter #18+ please #smut

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luffysscraps · 8 months

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NSFW ALPHABET;🔞FT; RORONOA ZORO

Cw: Fem reader; NSFW;🔞

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex); He’s a bit silent. Light pants is all you’ll hear for a while. He’ll cross his arms behind his head and sit up in bed with your figure across his bare chest. He’ll ask if you’re alright, or If you need anything. If you really want to clean up, he’ll help you but other then that aftercare is a drone of silence and then nap time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s); BOOBS!! Do I even have to say it? We all knew. Zoro loves BOOBS! From tiny ones he can grip with one hand and tug on those sensitive nipples, to big honkers he can shove and suck on in his mouth. If it’s on your chest, they’re boobs and he’s latching on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically); Zoro cums gallons. He’ll fill the condom to the brim. He’ll also fill you to the brim if you let him. Please let him, he loves to watch his cum flow out of you. One time as he was admiring your pussy cream pie he just closed his eyes and nodded. “I did that.” He whispered under his breath.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs); He LOVES to watch your tits bounce when you work out. He’ll invite you to work out with him on a whim so you don’t have time to put on a sports bra and just watch as your boobs bounce with every movement. He just smirks slyly licking his lips, not saying a word about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?); Zoro’s not a virgin when you two meet but he also didn’t get around much. He’s only been with about three others before you. That being said, Zoro’s on top of his game most of the time. He’s fast and rough in the first half and then slows down to soothe your soreness and aches.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying); Doggy style. Presses into you so hard you can feel his chest on top of you. He reaches underneath you, grabbing at your breast and just goes to pound town thrusting in and out of your pussy from the back. From this angle he can go all the way in with less force and effort which means more stamina. He also likes to grip you by the hair and bounce you up and down on his cock from this position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.); He is unintentionally goofy. He’ll be fucking you like no tomorrow and then just pause out of nowhere. “Why is the sky blue…” He whispers under his breath. “THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?!?” “Oh- sorry Y/N, forgot where I was for a second.” And then goes right back to jack hammering you without a second thought.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.); He’s not cut at all. It literally looks like a forest down there with his green locks. He’ll trim if you REALLY beg him, but other then that he sees no point in it. If you’re someone who likes shaved or trimmed don’t worry his hair doesn’t grow that long either way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect); He’s silent most of the time in bed, only giving out groans or pants. But there are soft moments where he’ll grip your hips, lean over, kiss you, and whisper an “I love you.” He’s so embarrassed to say it out loud though so before you can take it all in or say it back he ramps up the speed to stop you from seeing his blush or responding.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon); He loves to jack off. Most of the time he does it at night in the crow’s nest. When no one’s around, or he can’t sleep he’ll just whip out his cock and start fisting it. He stole one of your panties just for this, he holds it up to his nose while he jerks himself off. He’s been caught multiple times by you and he has no shame in it. He’s still jerking it while you stare at him and he’s just like “What? You wanna take over~?” . Once he was jerking off in the crow’s nest and didn’t realize the mic was on, so EVERYONE heard his groans and moans “Ambatukam! Ambedeblou~ Ambusing!” No one’s ever let him live this down.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks); Zoro loves size difference. No matter what size you are I guarantee- this man is bigger then you. With how tall he is and how he’s built like a truck, he’s bound to be bigger then you. And that turns him on so much. He can just grasp your body, and put you on his cock like a toy, moving your body up and down on him with only one hand. It just gets him soo hard to compare sizes. You’re so tiny and cute.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do); His bedroom. It’s cozy and secluded, what more can he ask for? Zoro’s not one to like voyeurism because well… he gets mad? “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You can’t look at my girl!” He yelled at Sanji when he accidentally walked in on you two. He almost stopped fucking you just to kill him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going); A good workout always gets him turned on, especially if you join him. Watching the sweat run down your body, the way your boobs bounce with every jumping jack. Oh he’s sprung in seconds. In the middle of your workout he’ll just walk up behind you putting his boner in between your cheeks and groping your breasts from behind. “I’ve got something else you can try~”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs); Zoro will not. Under any circumstance. Even if it was to save his life. Put anything in his ass. He’s too prideful and he’s always the top no matter what’s the situation. I’m sorry Zoro peggers but this man would rather die then have anything put up there. “ZORO QUICK! WE HAVE TO SHOVE THIS PILL IN YOUR ASS OR ELSE YOU’LL EXPLODE AND DIE.” “Guess my journey ends here. Goodbye everyone.”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.); He prefers receiving but that doesn’t mean he won’t go down on you. He loves to trail his tongue up and down your thigh before eating you out like an animal. His tongue works his magic and his meaty hands have your thighs locked down so you can’t wiggle and squirm away from him. He will eat you out until your raw.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.); He’s usually fast and rough if he’s awake. If he’s sleepy or just plain asleep he’ll be slow and rather gentle, but be ready when he wakes up because he’s going to poundddd town.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.); He doesn’t like quickies but he doesn’t hate them either. He likes to wind down at the end of the day and use up the rest of his energy by fucking the daylights out of you. He usually never gets horny in the day, at night after a drink or two a long sex session with you is the perfect send off before he goes to sleep. He’ll do quickies if you need them, but he prefers the long sessions.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.); Zoro will usually take risks but only if you want to as well. If you’re not into something or he can tell you don’t like it he won’t do it. The riskiest thing he’s done is fuck you up in the crow’s nest. He made sure the mic was off this time though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?); He can go up to about ten rounds before he passes out. But that’s only if you turn into an incubus one night. Most of the time he’s a one or two round guy before he wants to go to bed. He doesn’t seek out the need to cum back to back. He can go up to ten if you want to but after cumming twice he’s usually limp and ready to go to bed after that.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?); He’s not really interested in toys. His cock is more then big enough and your pussy’s amazing, why would he need a silicone pussy or a vibrator to please you? If you bring it up he takes it as a challenge “Oh yeah? You think plastic’s better then me?!” And then he’ll rip you a new one, he’ll fuck all your holes raw.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease); This man could care less of your whines and moans. He’ll tease you however he likes. He’ll make you beg for more only to fuck you slowly for hours and then when you’re begging him to slow down he’ll speed up with a simple. “You don’t get to tell me what to do~”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.); When he’s with you, he’s almost silent, only letting out a few grunts and light moans. But when he’s jacking off he’s loud and moaning nothing but your name. You think he’s holding in his sounds when he fucks you because he wants to seem ‘cool’. You find it super cute.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character); Zoro silently wants you to dominate him. Of course he never wants anything going into his ass but if you take control one night, surprise him and get the jump on him. Tie his hands around his back and ride him at your own pace. That would turn him on more then he’d like to admit. He’d never say it or ask for it aloud but he’d find it SO hot if you took control of him. Just for one night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes); Good god. 6’8 inches soft. A dark tan color with a pretty pink mushroom tip. Large dark cream balls and a fuzzy patch of green hair at the base of his dick. He’s packing and he knows it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?); His sex drive is surprisingly moderate. Only needing to cum like once every three days. He doesn’t crave sex like some rubbery captain he knows but he also can’t live without it. If you’re sexually active then you’ll be fine with him, he knows when it’s time to take it easy and when it’s time to fuck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards); “zzz..” this man is asleep the nanosecond his balls are empty. Did you think it would happen any other way? Sleep is important to him! Of course you are too but- sleep is a little bit more important to him right now. Listen he’ll make it up to you by getting you flowers or something later. But for now he’s passed out and not getting back up.

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