#Village of Dreams hot spring

[angrybatart]

Realized it's Wet Beast Wednesday and decided that was good enough reason to finish this.

[latenightskycotl]

Many Japanese players seem to be obsessed with food. I find a lot of messages relating to food written in the language. Not complaining. Just find it odd.

[skywender]

It's a bit of a climb, but the top of the mountain is very peaceful.

[wanderingskychild]

With this new update patch in preparation for days of sunlight & style, I’ve noticed something immediately. Has anyone else noticed how increasingly bright the light sources in sky are.

To the left is a screenshot taken with sky’s camera function. To the right is a regular screenshot taken with the iPad, this is what I see in game. Significantly much brighter.

Here’s another but with the young skater instead.

I can’t tell if this additional brightness was intentional or a bug in itself. Y’all please let me know if you seen this too.🔅🔆

[mrskokushibo]

Lead us not into Temptation

Kokushibo x nun!reader

Warnings: Sex, Smut, MDNI, NSFW, strictly 18+

Summary: A young nun struggles with her carnal desires, and in the midst of that, she gets corrupted by a hot demon.

Masterlist

…And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and, the power, and the glory, forever. Amen. (Matthew 6:11-13; King James Version (KJV) of the Bible).

This was the fifth consecutive night that you were kneeling alone at night in the convent’s empty chapel, saying the Lord’s Prayer repeatedly. Your thoughts were, to say the least, impure, and this was the penance that the friendly old priest administered you in the daily confession. With autumn at the threshold and the harvest over and done with, there was much less physical work for the nuns. Autumn and winter were the time for prayer and withdrawal. A time to give the tired physical body rest after the intense labour of spring and summer. The convent’s gardens and orchard were breaming with fruit and vegetables, the bee hives full of honey, and the poultry barns overrun with chickens, geese, and ducks. Everything was now harvested, prepared, and stored for winter. Enough food to provide for both the convent’s needs as well as to help the impoverished families in the nearby settlement.

But your body was as fertile and ripe as the gardens in summer, and rest was not what it seemed to crave… You often wondered what it would be like to belong to a man. Your family could not afford the dowry, and there were only two choices for you: the brothel or the convent. When the latter was chosen, you knew you would never experience a man’s love. The former option, however, would have only given you a corrupted and twisted mockery of such love.

When you first stepped over the worn-out stone threshold of the large, grey medieval building, you felt apprehensive, to say the least. One look at the large crucifix, the only thing adorning the spacious vestibule, and the worry of a lonely and cold life were gripping you as tight as a vice. With time, you learned how wrong you were about life here. The nuns were warm and kind and since this was not one of the strictest orders, you were allowed to venture out to the village bringing food and medical aid to the inhabitants, who in turn treated you all as if you were angels. This was not a bad life. You enjoyed the gardens, and your favourite chore was tending to the animals.

At last, you finished your fiftieth Lord’s Prayer and slowly stood up, straightened your black nun’s habit, and readied yourself to walk back to your cell. The shortest way was to walk through the glorious sacred garden in the courtyard adjacent to the chapel. The cells were situated in the cloister, the open gallery walk that wrapped around the courtyard. The garden was magnificent in autumn, with leaves turning all shades of fire and sun.

As you stepped on the gravel pathway, you stopped in your tracks. There, in the corner near the large acacia, was a tall figure, judging by the broad shoulders, a male. You realised this could have not been any of the priests as they did not stay at the convent at night, but also, none of them was this tall… Apprehensive at first, you cautiously decided to approach him, your natural curiosity was always stronger than fear. As you were getting close, suddenly three pairs of eyes stared at you. They were red with golden pupils. Was this a dream? Who was this?

‘Who are you…?’ You spoke with a slightly hitched voice, but before you managed to finish your sentence, he was gone.

You stood for a while as petrified but then hurried to your cell. It was a sparse room, big enough for a simple bed, a closet for your habits, and any other garments you needed. There was also a desk, a chair, and several candlelights, which you requested, especially since you were an avid reader and writer, and the convent’s library had a wealth of approved literature.

After finishing your bedtime routine and saying your prayers, you crawled into bed, the last thought occupying your mind being the strange sight you encountered in the garden.

Without the candles being lit, your room was pitch black. You could barely make out the contours of your furniture. Suddenly, you heard a quiet rustle next to the foot of your bed…and then six burning eyes appeared out of the dark. A large hand started caressing your thigh and moving up toward your groin, a sudden light kiss on your lips, and a hand stroking your cheek and neck. You almost flew up, but the same strong, large hand pinned you down in place.

‘Shhhh, someone will hear you.’

A deep, masculine voice came from the direction of the eyes. You were speechless, this was surely a dream and well…you were curious as to what would happen next… A hand was now massaging you between your legs, not moving in under the cloth of your undergarment yet, but this was enough for your juices to slowly overflow. You moaned quietly, and this was encouragement enough for the male to slide his fingers under the cloth. As he was spreading your slick-covered folds, your pleasure was slowly taking over you. He was rubbing you up and down between your labia, not even yet touching your clitoris, a long finger slowly tracing circles around your opening and another prying its way inside you…

You touched yourself so many times before, but this was so entirely different. The anticipation of where his touch was to land next was the difference between a deliberate move of your own fingers. This was indescribable. You were trying not to moan too loud, but staying quiet was not an easy feat. When his touch finally reached your erect little bud, you were close to bursting. It did not take him long to push you to your orgasm and as you climaxed, you released your juices all over his hand. The next moment, you woke up, still riding out your orgasm. You were completely soaked between your legs from all the cum you squirted out. Sunlight was peering into the room through the narrow window, it was most obviously morning. You were in bliss, but also shaking your head at the dream that left you in this state. Because… this surely must have been a dream… This would be an interesting confession…

*****

‘Father, forgive me for I have sinned.’

The old, kind priest sighed as you uttered the routine phrase.

‘Is it the same… as usual, dear child?’

‘Yes, father, but this time it felt like someone … did things to me. I was not touching myself at all. Well, it was a dream, actually. But it evoked an indecent response from me… The thing that did trouble me, was that even though that someone was human, at the same time, he did not seem to be. He had six eyes and had a demonic aura about him.’

The priest sighed again and shook his head.

‘Look, dear child, what you are experiencing is normal for someone young. Believe me, we all had such thoughts in our youth. Just try and work on changing the focus of them. As for the form of your assailant, well, do not dwell on that too much. I am sure it is not possession or anything unholy like that. The human brain is blessed with the capacity to imagine, so do not dwell.’

He paused and smiled a little to himself.

‘You know, you are a good kid, the villagers adore you for your kindness and help. I am sure the Lord will overlook your recent troubles with yourself.’

With that, he drew the sign of the cross in the air in front of him and said the prayer of absolution:

‘(…) I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.’

The week that followed was a blur. For every day that went, your focus on daily chores and routines was diminishing as the wet dreams were increasing in length and intensity. Your thoughts were preoccupied with…him. The six eyes were etched in your mind like an unholy vision. Every night spent in the chapel on your penance prayers was wearing you out and making you more and more susceptible to daydreaming of being ravaged by the male. You were imagining what he looked like, what his manhood would feel inside you…Every time you were dismissing these thoughts in a futile attempt to regain some sanity, they were hitting you twice as hard as soon as you lost your slightest focus. It was all a dream you were telling yourself…

It was a particularly dark night when you ventured back into the empty chapel after the Sunday evening mass. A part of the penance was to tidy up and blow out the candles, leaving you with only a couple lit at the altar near the main nave, where you usually knelt to say your prayers. At this point, you started to feel like maybe an exorcist would be your best option.

Your obsession with carnal pleasure and that demon or whoever that was that invaded your thoughts was becoming unbearable. No matter how many wet dreams, how much you touched yourself, and how much you repented and tried to push these thoughts away, your senses seemed to not even come close to being satiated. You knelt in resignation, the burning sensation between your thighs as intense as ever, wetness pooling between your legs at the only thought that was occupying your mind.

‘… and lead us not into temptation…’

but the temptation was only getting stronger. At that moment, you sensed a presence behind you. The already dark, sombre space suddenly grew darker. You turned around only to see the six ferocious eyes staring down at you. But this time, you finally got a chance to see their owner. You gasped at the sight. The demonic eyes and strange red marks on his face and neck aside, he had a fully human form. A tall, solid-built male with a huge mane of thick red-black hair. He wore an outfit whose origin you did not recognise, but it did do his figure justice. Apparently, he was a warrior of some kind as there was a foreign-looking sword at his side.

‘Greetings, holy woman’ his polite words were laced with scorn.

‘Greetings’ you managed to stammer in reply.

He was foreign-looking. How could he speak your language? He could apparently read your thoughts as he indulged your curiosity:

‘I am an ancient demon, and human language is a mere trifle to me.’

A demon, so your fears were confirmed… How did this happen? Did you somehow manage to summon him?

‘You did not summon me, you foolish girl. I roam this earth, and when I stumble upon something that appeals to me, I merely claim it as mine.’

His self-indulgent speech was making you nervous but also weak at the knees from anticipation.

‘The dreams when I touched you were not dreams at all, I was there with you, and I already savoured your sweet juices. I could have ravaged you many times over, but you humans are a special kind. Playing hard-to-get and pretending to be pious and oh so holy. But deep inside of you all dwells a beast so ferocious that it makes us demons seem like angels at times. But now, it is time you give in to me and to the beast inside you. I will fuck you right here, for your Lord to see. And he will watch while you begin to serve a new Master.’

His deep, melodic voice was sending shivers down your spine. It resounded perfectly in the solemn space of the empty chapel. His lewd words gave this medieval temple more justice than any sermon you ever heard…

You stood up in the last and futile act of defiance, but in that instant, you were pushed by the large male toward the nearest wall. His large frame dominated you and pressed you into the hard stone of the wall behind you, making you almost breathless.

‘Look at you, so beautiful and innocent. A flower ready for picking’ he was talking in a hushed, slow tone.

‘I bet you will not be as innocent once I show you what real pleasure feels like.’

His handsome face was now adorned by a smile, a vicious one at that, as the thought of corrupting this holy servant of a God so many worshipped, was making him crazy with lust. It was his work as a demon, to kill, enslave, turn people into demons, and corrupt women into the deepest abyss of carnal yearning. He enjoyed this, the power of it, as centuries went by and his strength grew, so did his desire for more conquers.

His hands were slowly starting to take possession of your body, gently, but deliberately caressing your face, neck, bottom, and breasts. He lowered his head and kissed your lips with the lightness of a falling rose petal. He kept on kissing like this down your neck and then back up to your lips again. This time, the kiss claimed more of your lips, and his tongue slowly snaked its way into your mouth.

Your mouth welcomed him greedily, and soon you were intertwined in a passionate kiss. He held your head in his large hands while kissing you, and when he let go, he helped you remove your clothes and went down on his knees before you. He cupped one of your breasts with one large hand and started spreading your swollen, slick-covered folds with the long, calloused fingers of the other. You were now so familiar with this from all the wet dreams that were not dreams at all. The coil in your belly was tightening slowly, and you were starting to edge when he moved to rubbing circles around and on your blood-filled clitoris.

He then leaned into your sex, blowing soft kisses on the outside of your pussy. His tongue started darting over your clit, flicking it lightly, eliciting even more moans from you. The warmth in your belly was turning into burning heat. You felt like soon you would be losing all control over yourself but before that happened, there was something you wanted to know. Without asking him directly about his identity you posed a more indirect question.

‘Don’t you want to know my name?’ You moaned.

‘I already do, y/n. And my name is Kokushibo. Remember it well because after tonight, it will be the only name you will need to repeat in your prayers.’

With that, he stood up again, and you automatically wrapped your legs around his strong hips. He was now carrying you in the direction of the altar, and soon enough, you were shamelessly splayed on top of it. Not lifting his burning gaze from your naked form, he started removing his own clothes, leaving you to admire what was slowly being unveiled to your vision.

If it wasn’t for the scars that covered his entire torso and arms, he might just as well have been a statue that came to life. His body was as if carved of stone, with skin deliciously stretched over the defined muscles. As he removed the last clothes covering his body, a black, skirt-like garment tied with ridiculously long belts, you could now admire his manhood in its full glory. It was already erect, huge, straight, and veiny with a bright red tip.

At this point, there was not a clear thought in your head, your lust fogging up whatever reason and decency that was left. All you wanted was him inside you. The tingling in your belly was increasing as if a swarm of butterflies was attempting to find a way out of your insides. Your craving was that of a beast, your inner muscles spasming and clenching on air, slick pooling out of your cunt, all in expectation of him finally granting you the fullness you so much lusted for.

And you did not have to wait very long because as if in response to your body’s call, he grabbed you by the hips and slid you closer to his rough ones. His cock was now perfectly aligned with your entrance and he slowly started pushing into your clenching walls. The sensation of being filled up like this was making you delirious with pleasure. Every inch he gained was adding more and more to your already peaking arousal. At last, he bottomed out, but before starting to move, he stretched out his arm and grabbed your chin with his large hand, tilting your head so that you could look at the crucifix above the altar. His lips were contorted in a frown, he was baring his fangs.

‘He is looking at you. And now, I want you to tell him who is your new Master. Say it.’

With that, he started slowly thrusting into you. You were moaning, but his grip on your chin did not lessen.

‘Say it!’

‘Lord Kokushibo is my new Master, my only Lord.’

You moaned out, your breath getting heavy. Satisfied, he let go and increased the force and pace of his thrusts. It was as if time had stopped, and there was only now you and him, in this sacred space, performing this unholy sacrament. Your juices mixed, your bodies intertwined. Every spot inside you was stimulated. You could feel the veiny texture of his dick rubbing back and forth on your plush and swollen walls. If this was a sin, then you for sure belonged in hell. Because this was something you no longer could live without. And when your body finally reached the limits of what it could take before being plunged over the edge and into the eruption of your orgasm, you knew that this demon would be your bane. You were indeed possessed.

As you were riding out your climax, he kept on pumping into you with unchanged force. It was now his turn to grant himself a release. He pulled you closer to him, changing the angle slightly so that his rough hips were even closer to you. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, the wet squelching of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy, and your lewd moans echoed through the sacred building. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back, a glorious fallen angel with a halo of black hair with red tips that in the dim light of candles made it look as if he was emerging out of the fires of hell. His thrusts were not losing any of their strength or speed as you started to feel another orgasm approaching.

‘Kokushibo, my Lord, I am…. going… to come again’ you managed to moan out in your hazy state.

He opened his eyes and looked straight at you with a dark, lust-filled gaze.

‘Then I want you to say my name when you do and tell your old God who your new one is.’

He said with a vicious smirk while increasing the pace and strength of his actions. Every thrust was sending you closer to your climax, and when it was time for you to come again, you moaned out loudly

‘My Lord Kokushibo… you are… the only God… for me now’

And with that, you climaxed, and your consciousness started to blur.

He leaned over you now, small droplets of sweat running down his chest, making his skin glisten in the dull, warm light. His breath was very heavy, and his thrusts were getting sloppy. ‘I am close now’ he hissed through gritted teeth ‘I will fill you up with my demon seed, and from now on, you will forever be parched for it.’ With a final powerful thrust, he climaxed and emptied himself inside you, riding out his high with a few slower thrusts at the end. You were so overfilled, that his semen was pouring out of you around his cock and onto the altar. This was sacrilege, a sin beyond repentance. Yet, you knew, that this was just the beginning of your journey to hell and that you would not allow anyone to exorcise this demon out of your life.

You were still lying flat on top of the altar, breathless and blissed out, looking up at the crucifix and then at your demon lover’s face, when he finally pulled out, resulting in the remaining semen flowing out of you shamelessly onto the sacred stone. He smiled at the sight and lifted you up toward his chest, landing one last deep, hard kiss on your lips. He moved the hair out of your face and caressed your back, you reciprocating the action, barely able to reach around his large torso.

‘Will you be back?’ You asked in a weak voice.

‘If you pray to me, I will.’

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Tagging my friends in this re-release: @doumadono @muzansfangs @sunsblaze @warringwarrioridiot @horror4themasses @cursetopia2 @misslauravillanueva @sunandflame

[rizzyu]

▵▿— Demon Slayer Hot Spring HC

Pairing: Swordsmith village arc characters - Tanjiro, Muichiro, Mitsuri, Genya, Nezuko x gn! Reader

Category: Fluff, light suggestive

Warning: Nudity, reader sneaking peaks at Mitsuri's... b a d o n k e r s

A/N: don't sneak peaks at people's boobs

Tanjiro

Dang, now you know about my fantasies

Poor baby would be quite flustered seeing you in a hot spring

I can imagine you tracing the scar on his shoulder while he would be so flustered that he kept stammering and couldn't talk straight

You both would sit there and c h i l l with your head resting on his shoulder (of course after he had calmed down lol)

CUDDLES IN THE HOT SPRING YES

Imagine giving him a little wash in the hot spring *mentally squealing while writing this*

Definitely would share a towel with you after getting out of the hot spring

I want to see this in my dream tonight

Muichiro

Bet he would be spacing out in there BUT THAT’S SO CUTE

His hair is quite long, so it would be flowing around with the water, tempting you to play with it

Self-control… self-control…

You ended up playing with it.

But ok picture this, you were tenderly washing and untangling his hair. And because it felt so comforting to have you playing with his hair, Muichiro ended up falling asleep.

After he fell asleep you give him a gentle peck on the forehead then sat and leaned your head against him.

He then woke up to find you sound asleep.

Muichiro would carry you back to the house you were staying in in the swordsmith village and help you get cleaned up.

Aaaaand you would wake up realising you were in Muichiro’s bed with him cuddling you from behind :)

I wanna play with his hair so badly >:O

Mitsuri

Let’s all be real here, you both would be flustered seeing each other in the hot spring.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAH! It’s our first time soaking in a hot spring together! Isn’t this exciting??!”

You both would be chatting endlessly the whole time while you were soaking.

While Mitsuri was ranting about food or cats, your eyes would dart between her fern green eyes and her b a d o n k e r s I know you would you little perverts

Yea there were definitely a ton lot of ranting about random things.

After having a nice long relaxing soak in the hot spring, you and Mitsuri would have a nice meal.

Genya

The poor boy would be painted red all over and be frozen in place as soon as you showed up.

You would be talking to him, asking how his day was, or whether he ate dinner already. But he would be too flustered to even open his mouth and talk to you.

You being intimate with him obviously did not help.

Tracing the scars that decorated his body is a must.

Throughout the whole time you both were soaking, the only thing anyone could hear was you happily ranting about random stuff, like what you wanted to eat for dinner.

After soaking, you would help Genya clean up. Because, well, the whole time Genya is too flustered to do anything.

Since he doesn’t usually go eat with everybody else during dinner, you would eat with him in his room.

You like seeing his soft side don’t you :)

Nezuko-chan

Nezuko is a fun and happy little girl, so I for sure know you both would be playing around in the hot spring

The both of you would splash water at each other, chase each other around the hot spring etc.

You would be playing with Nezuko like an elder sibling

Speaking of siblings, bring big brother Tanjiro too next time, Nezuko would be overjoyed to soak with her favourite two people in the world

I can imagine you giving her cute little pecks on the forehead

You would help Nezuko clean up and hold her hand as you both went to eat dinner with Tanjiro and Mitsuri afterwards :)

looking for the right photos was the most painful process of this fanfic

[wholoveseggs]

how about some pre vampire elijah smut with his secret wife maybe skinny dipping in the river

Springs

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

{Viking!Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} You meet your secret lover deep in the woods, and take him to your favorite spot to spend some time together.

♡♡ Love this idea anon! I decided to change it from a river to a hot spring && Viking Elijah is just a sweetie ♡♡

3.5k words - Warnings: Smutttt, pre-vampire Elijah, shy Elijah, slight breeding kink {its just how the vikings are}, hot springs, lots of Norse mythology, Elijah being protective, steam, snow, Icelandic & lynxes...

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Soft white flakes were falling from the sky, the sound of them crunching under his heavy boots echoed through the forest as Elijah walked through it. The young man had his hood pulled over his head and his hands in the pocket of his coat, trying his best to keep himself warm from the cold.

You had told him to meet you at your secret spot, the one you had been coming to for years now. It was where the two of you first shared your feelings and had kissed for the first time, it was where you wanted to be when things got too much in the village. It was a place that was just for the two of you. A place you could be free and yourselves, away from the prying eyes of your families.

"I was starting to wonder if you would ever come," you teased, smiling softly at him. Your hair was pulled back out of your face, long braids falling down your back, with a warm fur cape upon your shoulders. 

"Sorry, mother was fussing about the weather and how she didn't want me out in it," he said, smiling back at you.

"She worries for nothing, it is just snow." You shrugged, moving to wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. "And it is much easier to snuggle with you this way," you giggled, kissing him softly.

Elijah returned the kiss, his hands falling to rest on your hips, smiling against your lips. His perfect pink lips felt soft and warm against yours, as always. His thumbs rubbed small circles on your hip, as the two of you shared a moment together.

"I've missed you my sæt ást {sweet love},” he said softly, looking at you.

You smiled at him, blushing softly, your nose wrinkling up as you did. "I missed you too."

Elijah couldn't help but laugh, loving the little things that you did. He wished he could tell his parents of how happy you made him, but his father would never allow it. Your father and his own had been feuding for years and the thought of the two of you together had always made him angry.

You noticed the change in him, reaching up and cupping his cheek, running your thumb over the stubble. "What is the matter? Talk to me," you said softly.

Elijah smiled softly, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. He loved that you could read him so easily.

"I hate keeping secrets," he said, sighing. "I hate having to sneak around and lie to everyone."

You bit your lip and nodded. "I know...I don't like it either. I grow tired of hearing how much of a disappointment I am."

His eyebrows knitted together. "Why would they say such things?" He asked, frowning.

"Because I'm supposed to find a suitable husband, not spend my time running in the woods like a child," you shrugged.

Elijah's eyes filled with sadness, the thought of losing you made him ache, and he pulled you closer. Even in the deep winter you smelled of summer trees and freshly picked berries. It was a scent he would never get tired of.

"I have a surprise for you, hjartað mitt {my heart}" you said softly, looking up at him.

He arched an eyebrow, the smile returning to his face. "What is it?" He asked, his curiosity peaked.

"Come," you smiled, taking his hand and leading him deeper into the woods.

He admired how quick you were on your feet, no one knew the forest better than you. Elijah had often found himself lost in it, when he would go off on his own. And when you had learned of this, you had spent every spare moment, teaching him where to go and how to get there.

In return he had taught you how to hunt and use a sword, although you would much rather use an axe. He had never met a woman like you before, a woman who was not afraid to speak her mind or try new things. You pushed him to take risks he otherwise wouldn't have, and he was thankful for that. He had fallen hard for you and he would do anything to keep you by his side.

After a few minutes you stopped, the sound of running water could be heard. You led him through the trees, pushing some branches aside as the two of you reached the clearing.

The moon cast a glow over the small pond, the water was crystal clear, and steam rose up from it. Elijah looked at you in shock, and you could only smile.

"I must confess, I've been keeping this place to myself for a while," you said, walking over to the edge of the water.

He watched you kneel down and dip your hand in the water. It was warm. "How is it like this?" He asked, tilting his head.

"A gift from Njord or perhaps Logi himself," you shrugged.

He walked over and did the same. The water was a welcoming feeling and he could already feel his muscles relaxing. Elijah looked over at you, watching as you removed your cloak and let it fall to the ground.

"ástin mín {my love}," he said softly, watching you pull your hair out of its braids.

You turned your head to look at him. "Come, let us enjoy the heat of the water together."

Elijah was hesitant at first, he did not wish to anger your father, or his father for that matter. But, when he saw you begin to undress, all thoughts of going back left his mind.

"You can't come in with your clothes on, my sweet," you giggled, as you slipped off your underdress.

You let it fall to the ground, shivering slightly as you stood in front of him. His face was priceless, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed. You could not help but laugh, shaking your head.

"Come Elijah," you smiled, walking over and undoing his cloak.

He swallowed, his nerves beginning to get the best of him. "But-" he whispered, as you continued to undress him.

"Do you not trust me?" You asked, looking up at him.

His heart pounded as he looked into your eyes. Of course he trusted you. It wasn't that. It was the fact that he was about to be fully exposed to you.

"Yes," he whispered.

You smiled and leaned up, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"It's not like we haven't seen each other before," you whispered, smiling softly.

He could not help but smile, and he nodded. "Yes, but not...like this."

It was true, you and him had snuck away and had fooled around in the woods once or twice. But, it had never been this intimate before. You never had the chance to be fully exposed, to take your time, it was always a rush of kisses, groping hands and quick pleasures.

You pulled him closer, and kissed him once more. This time the kiss was deeper, and he felt himself melt. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against your body, as you continued to kiss him.

"mér er kalt {I am cold}" you said, smiling against his lips. "muntu halda mér hita? {will you keep me warm?}"

"Já," he whispered, kissing you again.

"Gott" you smiled, pulling away.

The sight of your naked body sent his head spinning, and his mouth dropped open. Elijah could not take his eyes off you, as he watched you slip into the water, your hair flowing behind you. You turned to look at him, beckoning him in, like a goddess from a myth.

Elijah had never taken his clothes off faster, he was careful to not fall over. He stepped into the warm water, the feeling of it enveloping him, relaxing his aching body. The warmth seeping into his bones, the steam rising up into the cold night.

You swam over to him, smiling, and took his hand, pulling him towards the small waterfall. The water was shallow there, and you sat down on a rock, the water covering most of your body.

His hands came to rest on your waist, and he looked at you, his brown eyes filled with lust. He moved closer, his fingers tracing circles over your skin, as his lips ghosted over yours.

You could feel his breath on your lips, as you reached up and cupped his face, pulling him closer. Your lips pressed against his, his hands roaming over your body, as you tangled your fingers into his dark hair.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, just enjoying the feel of one another. It had been a long and cold winter, and it was nice to finally spend some alone time together.

"How long have you known of this place?" He asked, his voice soft, and low.

You shrugged. "Years," you whispered.

"And no one else knows of it?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No, it's our place," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He could not help the grin that spread across his face. It was their place. Something no one else knew about, no one else could spoil. It brought him a sense of peace he didn't know he needed.

"Perhaps it was not Njord or Logi, but Freyja who blessed this spot," he whispered.

You hummed softly in agreement, running your hands over his shoulders, and down his chest.

"Why do you say that?" You asked, your fingertips dancing over his skin.

"Because," he said, his fingers trailing up your sides. "She approves of our love," he smiled.

You shook your head, a smile on your face, as you pulled him closer, you could feel his cock against your thigh, and it only made you crave him more.

"Perhaps," you whispered. "She wants us to have many children, and we can only do that if we have a place to make them."

"Oh?" He grinned, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

Your breath hitched, as his lips trailed up your jaw and to your ear.

"You want to have my children?" He whispered, his breath warm on your skin.

You nodded, biting your lip. "More than anything."

He could not help the way his chest swelled, his heart fluttered, at the thought of having a family with you. To be able to hold a tiny version of you in his arms. He knew he would love them as much as he loved you.

"Then perhaps," he whispered, his hands roaming over your body. "We should give her what she wants."

You let out a soft giggle as he lifted you up, placing you in his lap. He sat down on a rock in the shallow end, the warm water coming up to his chest as he held you. He took a moment to look at you, the light of the moon illuminating your skin, making it glow.

"Þú ert svo falleg {You are so beautiful}," he whispered, leaning up and kissing you.

You melted into the kiss, your hands running through his hair. The quiet sound of running water and your soft moans filled the night air, as the two of you took your time with one another.

It was different from all the other times. You had time to enjoy the feel of one another, no longer rushing to be quick. It was a slow and sensual build, as Elijah ran his tongue along your jaw, his lips grazing the sensitive skin.

You were shivering slightly, most of your body was out of the water, but the feel of his body heat, and his warm lips on your skin, kept you from getting cold.

"Elijah," you sighed, your nails digging into his shoulders, as he took a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirling around it, causing it to harden. His fingers gently pinching and tugging on the other, making sure they both received equal attention. He could easily get lost in the taste and feel of you, he would worship your body until his dying day.

His eyes were darker than before, filled with lust, his cheeks were flushed. You could feel him twitch between his legs, as you moved closer, his cock brushing against your core.

"Do you remember the first time we were together?" He asked, his hands moving to grip your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

You nodded, remembering the first time he touched you, how nervous you had been. "I will never forget."

"And do you remember how you asked me to tell you about the stars?" He asked, kissing the valley between your breasts.

You bit your lip and nodded.

"What did I tell you?" He asked, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

You swallowed, a small whimper escaping your lips, as his hands found your center, his thumb slowly stroking a spot that sent pleasure through your body.

"Y-you said that the Gods gave them to us, so we would have something to look at, w-when we were separated," you whispered.

"And every night I'm not with you, I just look to the sky, and see you," he whispered, kissing along your collarbone. "I know I will be with you again."

Tears welled in your eyes, as you cupped his face, looking into his eyes. They were filled with so much love and devotion, it took your breath away. You rested your forehead against his, positioning yourself above him, as his hands found your hips.

You took a deep breath and nodded, looking into his eyes. You slowly began to lower yourself onto him, the familiar warm feeling of him, sending pleasure through your body. It was the feeling of being complete.

Elijah was lost for words, when the two of you came together, it always felt like the first time. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for one another. He could feel his chest swell, his heart beating rapidly.

You leaned forward, your hands on his shoulders, and kissed him deeply. Elijah was not ready for you to move yet, and he needed a moment to regain himself. You could feel him trembling slightly beneath you, and it made you smile.

"Are you alright?" You whispered, kissing his neck.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

You smiled against his skin, his scent filling your nostrils. He always smelled of pine and winter air, of comfort and home.

You slowly began to move, his lips finding yours once more. The feel of him inside you was better than you could imagine, the water creating a different sensation than before. Your bodies moved together, the sounds of the forest and the water surrounding you.

He didn't know how long the two of you had been here, it could have been minutes, hours, he was too caught up in you, in the moment. No rush to finish, just the two of you enjoying one another.

The sound of branches breaking made you pause, and your heart jumped in your chest. The two of you froze, peering out into the dark, searching for the source.

Elijah placed his hand on your back, moving you off of him, placing you behind him, as he stood up. You could see the change in him, the warrior within had come out.

He glanced at his sword, left in his pile of clothes, and he cursed himself for leaving it so far away. His body was tense, his breathing shallow, as his eyes scanned the area.

He could hear more rustling, and he felt your hand on his arm, clinging to him. He would not let anyone hurt you, no matter the cost.

The rustling stopped, and Elijah's eyebrows furrowed. His head turned, looking towards the sound, as the branches moved. He could see the shadow of a creature, and he tensed, his fists balling up, as his jaw clenched.

It was too dark to see, the moon had gone behind a cloud, and Elijah was beginning to get frustrated. He heard a soft huff, and two eyes peered out at him, glowing in the darkness.

Your grip on Elijah loosened as the moonlight broke through the trees and illuminated the clearing. A smile tugged at your lips as a large lynx emerged from the woods.

It had been years since Elijah had seen one. Lynxes were rare in the woods, and even rarer to see a fully grown one. They usually stuck to themselves, unless they were protecting their territory, and their cubs. This one was a different color than most, pure white, almost the same color as the snow.

You watched as Elijah took a few steps closer, reaching out his hand. The cat walked over, his tail swaying side to side, his ears twitching. He sniffed Elijah's hand, and nuzzled his nose against it, making him smile.

"You're a handsome fellow," Elijah said, his voice low and soft.

The lynx tilted his head and let out a soft chuff, steam coming from its snout. Elijah scratched behind its ear, the cat closing its eyes and leaning into his touch.

"I've never seen one like him," you said, swimming closer, watching in amazement.

Another branch broke and the two of you turned towards the sound. Your eyes widening, as another white lynx appeared, her fur a little darker than the males. She walked over and bumped her head against his, the two of them rubbing their noses against one another.

The cats walked over and laid down near the water, their coats blending in with the snow. Elijah turned and looked at you, a wide smile on his face, as he swam over to you.

"We're blessed by the Gods," he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up into the air.

You could not help but laugh, nodding your head as he pulled you under him, pressing your back against the rocks on the side of the spring.

"Perhaps Freyja is pleased with our love," you said, biting your lip.

"Perhaps she is," he smiled, his fingers trailing over your skin, as his lips found yours once more.  

His hands explored your body, as his tongue explored your mouth. It was soft, yet passionate, a kiss that spoke more than any words ever could.

He spread your legs and eased himself back inside of you, his mouth never leaving yours. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and you smiled against his lips. He took his time with you, slowly building up his pace, his thrusts hitting a spot that made your toes curl.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place, as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. Your moans filling the air, mixing with the sound of the splashing water, the two of you becoming one.

It didn't take long for you to reach your climax, and you were thankful for the warm water surrounding you, because otherwise, you would have frozen. Elijah followed shortly after, his forehead resting against yours, as his hands tangled in your hair.

The two of you were breathless, and you could not stop the laughter that bubbled up. He grinned, pulling you into his arms, and kissing the top of your head.

"I do not wish to leave," he said, holding you close.

"Neither do I," you sighed, wrapping your arms around him. "But, I think the others might come looking for us if we don't return soon."

Elijah let out a sigh, a small pout on his face. "I know," he said, leaning down and kissing you.

A few smaller lynxes ran out into the clearing, their small paws crunching on the snow. Their fur was the same as their mother's, and they were still a bit clumsy, their legs long and unbalanced. They stopped and looked at the two of you, their ears twitching, before darting back into the woods.

"I suppose it's time to go," you said, looking at Elijah.

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple, "soon, sæt ást {sweet love}. Let's just stay a little longer."

The two of you stayed cuddled in each other's arms, listening to the sound of the water, the two cats resting by the edge of the pool, their heads resting on their paws. You felt at peace, surrounded by nature, in the arms of the man you loved.

The winter would end, and spring would arrive, but no matter what the season was, you would always have this place. This secret, hidden world that only the two of you knew about. A place where you could come and spend time with one another, without worry, or care.

A place that would always be filled with love, and memories, that would live on forever.

Fun Norse mythology facts!!

Njord is the god of the sea / water. Logi is the god of fire. Freyja is the goddess of love and fertility, her chariot is pulled by two cats, the only large cats in northern Europe are lynxes!

[fatkish]

Demon Child Pt. 8

You had seen the six-eyed man again in your dreams and were somewhat worried. Tengen had told you to always inform someone if you have a vision of someone. So when you woke up, that’s exactly what you did. You crawled out of your futon and into Sanemi’s. You began to shake his shoulder. “Nemi, Nemi up. Nemi up” you said as you shook his shoulder. Sanemi groaned but opened his eyes. “Uhg, what do need kid?” He grumbled. “Saw six eye man” “who?” He asked. You got up and left the room and went to grab the sketchbook that Tengen had given you.

You began to draw a picture of Kokushibo. After you drew it, you ran to show it to Sanemi. “Look look Nemi, Kokushibo” you said as you showed Sanemi the drawing. Sanemi looked at it and glared. “Alright, I’ll let the master know, but go back to sleep.” Sanemi groaned. You were afraid you were going to see the red eyed man again so you crawled over to your futon and grabbed the pillow before snuggling next to Sanemi. “Nemi strong? Nemi keep bad guy away, right” you looked up at Sanemi. He could tell by the look in your eye and the slight tremor in your voice that you were scared. “Yeah, I’ll keep you safe. Now go to sleep” Sanemi sighed. He had his crow deliver the message to the Master first thing in the morning.

Once morning came around, Sanemi made sure that you ate breakfast before bringing you with him to go visit the master. When you got there, you immediately ran to Kagaya and jumped into his arms. You snuggled your face into his chest as he chuckled. You smiled up at him and giggled as you began to tell him all about how Nemi trained you. “Aw I see. Y/n, how would you like to go to the swordsmith village? Do you want to go with Tanjiro?” You tilted your head but nodded. You didn’t know what the swordsmith village was but if Tanjiro was going then you’re going too.

It took some time, what with the Kakushi being the ones to bring you to the village. You fell asleep during the journey, it wasn’t until Tanjiro woke you up that you realized you had arrived. You woke up and followed Tanjiro who led you both to a house where you both sat in a room with tatami mats on the floor and a small old man with a funny mask on as well as two men behind him off to the sides of him. “Ah, hello young ones. My name is Tecchin Tecchi Kawahara and I am the chief of this village. Nice to meet you. I might be the smallest person in this village but I am also the most important. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see the quality of the bow you use to show respect.” He spoke.

You stared at the small man for a minute and tilted your head. You watched what Tanjiro did and decided to do the same. Doing as Tanjiro did, you bowed and smacked your head into the floor so hard you were bleeding. Your actions actually spooked the men behind Tecchin. “I y/n, nice meet you” you said. “Oh my, what polite children, please help yourself to some sweets” Tecchin said as he pointed to a wooden container that had some kind of food you’d never seen. “Thank you” Tanjiro said. You decided to space out not really listening to their conversation.

Once they were done talking you waved goodbye to the little old man before grabbing Tanjiro’s hand and following him. You and Tanjiro were led by a man through the village. You saw a bunch of people crafting swords and you watched. Eventually it got late and the man led you two to a stairway surrounded by tall trees with lanterns along the way. “The hot spring is at the top of this hill. It has all kinds of healing properties. Bruises, burns, cuts, hemorrhoids, constipation, everything from gout to the pain of a broken heart, the hot springs will heal it. And the path ahead will take you to it.” The masked man said. Tanjiro was carrying you since you wanted to snuggle with him. “Right, thank you so much!” Tanjiro said. “I’ll be down here preparing your meal.” The masked man said.

Suddenly you all heard a scream and turned to see Mitsuri Kanroji running down the path towards you three. Tanjiro quickly set you down before Mitsuri ran into him. “It’s you, Tanjiro, Tanjiro!” Mitsuri shouted as she ran, her breasts swaying with each stride. “Please be careful! Your breasts are this close to spilling out!” Tanjiro cried. Mitsuri ran right into Tanjiro and ended up pushing him back a bit while he grabbed her haori and pulled it over to cover her chest. “Listen, you’ve got to listen to me. Just now, up there, I got ignored!” Mitsuri cried as she sat on the ground. “I said hello but he ignored me!” She continued to cry. “Who ignored you” Tanjiro asked. “I don’t even know” Mitsuri cried.

Seeing her cry, you did what Gyomei would do when you cried, you walked over to her and pat her head. “There, there” you said as you stood on your tippy toes to pat the top of Mitsuri’s head. “Ahh, you’re so sweet.” Mitsuri said as she enveloped you in a hug. A few seconds passed before you realized you couldn’t breathe when being smothered by her bountiful bosom. “I asked him his name, only to be ignored. Isn’t that awful? I’m a Hashira, you know! All the good vibes I got from my bath have been canceled out” Mitsuri whined. “If it helps, I heard that dinner will be ready soon, and it’s matsutake rice” Tanjiro informed. “Whaaat? For real?” Mitsuri suddenly had a bright aura surrounding her. She finally let you go and you sucked in a deep breath as Tanjiro watched with worry. Mitsuri then began to skip happily away singing about dinner while you and Tanjiro watched.

When you and Tanjiro reached the hot springs, Tanjiro gazed at the large spring. While he was gazing at the spring, you were already stripping down. Suddenly something hit Tanjiro’s head, it was a tooth. As you looked through the steam, you noticed a familiar figure. “Genya!” You squealed as you jumped into the water. Both Tanjiro and Genya freaked out. Tanjiro grabbed you and covered your eyes as Genya quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around himself before leaving. “Wait Genya I meant to ask, are you and the wind Hashira related?” Tanjiro asked but Genya ignored him. “And here I thought we could bond in our nakedness. Making new friends sure is tough.” Tanjiro said. He then undressed himself and folded up his clothes and yours before telling you to cover your eyes as he got in. You, Tanjiro and Nezuko bathed together before dinner.

Once dinner was served, you sat beside Mitsuri on her right while Tanjiro sat on her left. You proudly showed off to Tanjiro and Mitsuri your newly acquired mastery of using chopsticks. “Very good y/n. I’m so proud.” Tanjiro said as he smiled seeing you so proud of yourself. You began to eat as Tanjiro and Mitsuri talked. As you ate, Mitsuri had plates and bowls piled up. “Wow, that’s impressive!” Tanjiro complimented Mitsuri. “Really? I really only nibbled to be honest” Mitsuri said. Once you were full, you crawled over and laid your head on Tanjiro’s legs. “I need to eat more to get stronger. Oh right, the guy you met at the hot spring, was Genya Shinazugawa. He’s also a swordsman.” Tanjiro spoke. Seeing Nezuko under the table you rolled under there and started to play with her.

Nezuko started playing with Mitsuri while Tanjiro and Mitsuri talked. You sat under the table before getting up. You wanted to go see Genya and started to wander off. “Where are you going y/n?” Tanjiro called. You looked back and smiled before saying “go see Genya”. You began to wander around but didn’t find Genya. You sensed an odd presence, something bad, something malicious. You knew this feeling was that of a powerful demon. You returned to Tanjiro since you couldn’t find Genya and decided to sleep with him. When he pulled out your guy’s futons, you crawled into his. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He asked. You had become somewhat of a snuggle addict. Smiling, Tanjiro allowed you to snuggle with him that night. He wrapped his arm around you as you both slept.

The next morning after breakfast, you, Tanjiro and Nezuko were wandering around the forest. Supposedly there is supposed to be some kind of secret weapon that will make one stronger. While you both walked through the woods you eventually heard some voices. You followed them and found a boy with a mask and the mist pillar, Tokito Muichiro. They were arguing over whether the boy would let Muichiro use the mechanical doll to train with. While Tanjiro focused on the two living people, you focused on the doll. You felt odd when looking at the doll. Almost as if you knew him in a past life. Getting bored, you decided to wander off to look for Genya.

It took a long time but eventually you found Genya. That night you slept with him. It was during the night that you found yourself somewhere strange. It was a small house in a forest. You didn’t recognize this place so you decided to look around. You walked up to the house and opened the door before looking inside. When you did, you found a man with long red hair, red eyes, Hanafuda earrings and a strange mark on his forehead. He noticed your presence and you walked over to him. You looked him over before smiling and sitting next to him and laying your head on his lap. You looked up at him as he looked down at you. Despite not showing much emotion, you could sense that he was happy.

“It seems ——— was able to do the impossible. I never thought she’d be able to bring a half human life into this world, being a demon, but it seems I was wrong.” He said as he looked down at you. “I can tell your ———s child. You have her same emotional abilities. Come, I’ll show you how to make full use of your abilities.” He took your hand and led you outside. As you walked outside, you felt a sense of peace, being so close to this man. “It seems as though you’ve met my brother. I’m sorry about him, I wish I could have stopped him from becoming a demon.” He said. You sensed a profound love yet also a deep sorrow from this man. Your eyes filled with tears as they slid down your cheeks. This man loves his brother so deeply, it was so strong that it overwhelmed you.

“It seems you’re possibly even stronger than your mother was. In order to use your power, focus deeply on an emotion, channel it, and spread it out through your aura.” He said as he knelt down in front of you. You sat down and began practicing. It took you awhile but eventually you managed to channel your emotions into your aura. You looked up and saw that the man was starting to fade as well as your surroundings. “It would seem as though our time together is up, there are two demons in the village. Be careful” he warned before everything faded and you woke up.

When you woke up, Genya was worryingly leaning over you. “Oh good, you’re awake. You were asleep for a few days I was starting to worry.” Genya said. “No time! Demons here!” You said. “What?” Genya said. You got up and began running out of the building and into the forest. You saw a man walking down the path leading from the hot springs and saw a pot not far from him in the middle of the path. You sped up and pushed the man away and kicked the pot away from him. “Oh hyo hyo, look what I’ve found. The little brat the master wants. Hyo hyo!” The demon said as his body appeared from the pot.

You ran and kicked the pot causing it to soar for a bit before hitting the ground and shattering. You turned to the man behind you and looked him over. “You run now, warn village” you said. You took off into the woods. As you ran you came across a few fish monsters that you would use your blood demon art on to slice in half. You then ran towards the strongest source of the bad energy you felt. Eventually you came across a shed. You looked to the side and saw the mist pillar in a sort of vase shaped body of water. You heard a commotion inside the shed and went inside to find the pot demon attacking two swordsmiths.

You jumped between them and created a bubble surrounding the three of you and pushing the pot demon away. While keeping the bubble up, you ignored the demon talking and walked over to the swordsmiths. “I fix you” you said as you licked your hand and touched Kanamori and Haganezuka on the arms. kanamori watched amazed as his and Haganezuka’s wounds healed and stitched themselves back together. “Thank you little one.” Kanamori said. You pointed at yourself, “y/n” you said. “Ah my name is Kanamori and this here is Mr. Haganezuka” the masked man spoke. You smiled before turning around and seeing that Muichiro had escaped the water and was fighting the demon.

After Muichiro fought the demon he collapsed. You released the bubble and ran over to him and licked your hand before slapping him across the face. His wounds started to heal and the poison started to break down. As Muichiro recovered, you walked over to Kotetsu and licked your hand and tried to touch him but he refused which led to you chasing him in a circle trying to touch him with your spit covered hand. When Muichiro got up, he stole the sword Haganezuka was working on and ran off. You decided to follow him.

[tozettastone]

To celebrate your recent vacation, what are the akatsuki’s dream vacation? You can choose if this is a modern au or not!

Vacation is... no longer recent, which tells you how long I took to answer this. Sorry to anon!

AKATSUKI: DREAM VACATIONS EDITION

Tobi

Obito goes back to Konoha and blends in, passing among the people who live in the village like he still belongs there. This absolutely enrages him. He likes to watch people do all the things Rin won't. It's at least 75% self harm. The remaining 25% is just getting the opportunity to play cruel pranks on random strangers who happen to live in the village. Please get some goddamn help, Obito.

Pein

With regard to the context of how tired and pained he seems in canon, Nagato would benefit most from a staycation in which he decouples himself from the black receivers for a while. Just let him lie down and rest for a while. Get him a snack. Maybe a Fujikaze Yukie marathon? Her movies are very idealistic, that's pretty appealing.

Konan

Don't tell Hidan, but she's going to the Land of Hot Water. For the hot springs! She's going to go to an extremely advanced hot springs/spa type place and plant herself there for at least a week. The Land of Hot Water is perfect because, although it's not the closest beautification/wellness/relaxation retreat featuring hot springs, it has the benefit of now being utterly without a regular shinobi presence — so there's no reason for any wayward spymasters to be taking a work trip out that way. Listen, she lived with Jiraiya for three years. She's kind of got bathhouse trauma.

Zetsu

He rarely gets sent to locations frequented by civilians. His vacation is people-watching at the daimyo's court! It's a little like a butterfly house and a little like a performance. He spends the whole week murmuring quietly to himself (the only company he needs) about the intrigues and intense social politics he's observing.

Sasori

Museums and ancient sites. He has very strong feelings about the decay of these sites and objects over time and their methods of preservation and restoration. Sometimes he's genuinely fascinated to see what people are doing to preserve objects that are, like, 3000 years old and made of wood? There's always more to learn. But sometimes he steps into a municipal museum and he feels bitter and vastly superior. What are they even trying to do here?

Deidara

Okay, Deidara's DREAM vacation is just following Sasori around on HIS vacation and blowing up every site he visits to make a point about the inevitability of entropy. But since he's not actively trying to pick a fight, you'll probably find him squatting in some derelict and abandoned place, planning an enormous performance. It's not always about the size of the explosion — bigger is great, sure, but there are considerations of other qualities. Deidara truly is never happier than when he's plotting something that will go off with a REALLY big bang.

Itachi

He lives a life of excitement, noise and frequent disappointments. For his dream vacation he will have the time and the leisure to take a quiet and sedate little tour of the world-famous teahouses in Tea country. He will sample all of the seasonal wagashi, drink all of the tea, and enjoy the peace, quiet and rest. He will slowly hike between his planned inns during the day. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. It's a nice bit of countryside...

Kisame

He may want to STAY on a boat and have all the privacy of his own little home on the water and get to take it wherever he likes, but Kisame is not a quiet fishing trip guy. He's an Adventure Activities Holiday kind of guy. He will be grudgingly paying the absurd dock fees to leave his little boat somewhere for a few days just so he can trek over a mountain and go white water rafting or some shit.

Kakuzu

Kakuzu... doesn't take vacations. They're expensive and he doesn't really see the point. If he wants to go somewhere, he'll find work there. However, arguably, his life is just one long vacation at this point, since 90% of what he does is travel to exciting new locations to kill people. That aside, he will always make time to visit a rare book fair if one's in town. An easy, lucrative contract, an interesting old book, cheap accommodation and good weather to travel in: that's what he wants.

Hidan

Hidan's idea of a vacation is going to large, crowded cities and gifting them himself as their brand new urban legend/local cryptid/serial killer. His best holiday to date has been one in which his latest string of murders started a riot: 15 dead, 47 wounded, janitor very unhappy. Praise Jashin, he's been trying to top that high ever since.

Orochimaru

Orochimaru will spend the week lying on a pristine, private beach, sunbathing. He will bring one of his beloved little minions as a personal attendant to bring him cocktails on a schedule and to present an easy target for his amusement (it's important that it be someone he knows and likes — he enjoys provoking people he likes, not strangers to whom he's indifferent). He will definitely get bored of tormenting his attendant and lazing about within about three days, pack up and leave, sure. But the R&R portion of the trip is actually very rewarding. Sometimes you just need to sun yourself on a rock for a few days.

[everlastingauthor]

જ⁀➴ Author's Note: Hello! Yes I am back posting, took a little break from writing fan fiction to focus on some personal projects. While I was away I had a few ideas which I'll post about later, last poll I did was on which warlord should court the mama bird of the Straw Hats. It was between Sir Crocodile and Dracule Mihawk, and the person who won was Mihawk. So let's get this store started, there might be a part two. My request are open so feel free to request a story. Please do not re-upload my work or feed it to ai, if you wish to translate my work and upload please get my permission first and credit me that's all I ask for, please remember to stay hydrated, take your vitamins and medicine, and remember you are loved.

જ⁀➴ Word Count: 3439

જ⁀➴ Story Tags: Dracule Mihawk, Fem Reader, Skinny Dipping, Hot Springs, Flirting, Fem Reader X Canon Character, & One Piece

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The sounds of laughter and cheer filled the night sky, the Straw Hat Pirates celebrating with a village after rescuing it from a pirate gang that had been harassing this village for months. But thanks to captain Luffy D Monkey and his crewmates the village was back to being free and peaceful. Zoro was engaged in a drinking game with some of the village men while Usopp was telling dome of the village children how he took down the biggest group of the pirate bandits, Nami rolled her eyes at the tale as she went back to sitting with Robin, the two watching as Sanji would show off his cooking skills to some of the villagers using their local meats and fruits to make quite a delicious sandwich. Chopper was asleep in your lap. The little brown fuzzy creature looked so peaceful, exhausted from today’s battle. Mama {Reader} was exhausted as well. Her arms down to her hands bandaged, she was proud of her children for giving all their all even risking their lives’ to protect the village. But a pair of ambered eyes watched her from the shadows. Leaned up against the wall was the warlord but also the greatest swordsman Hakweye Mihawk, he had arrived in the village during the battle for a vacation, but when he saw the Straw Hats battling to protect this village, he stuck around and lurked to see how the fight would end and when he saw it was successful he stuck around a bit more, but something yet someone much more caught his eye. It was Mama {Reader} when he saw her battle, he was impressed on how many times she risked her well-being trying to take down people half her sizes to protect the Straw Hats even going up against the enemy captain that had devil fruit abilities. He thought she was stupid and reckless, but still impressed, even charmed by her, seeing how she still smiled and looked like she was up for more adventure. No one had ever interested Mihawk expect Zoro who was trying to take his title as greatest swordsman, but this interest Mihawk had in {Reader} was different, he wanted to get to know her but he didn’t want to draw attention from Zoro and the rest of the Straw Hats to himself. But luck seemed to be on his side, as he watched {Reader} place a sleeping Chopper onto a nearby woman’s lap. He watched her stand up and stretch as she walked away, he followed her making sure to stay quiet like a bird watching his prey.

{Reader} walked to the beach. She stood in the sand underneath the night sky, a gentle breeze blowing as she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the crashing waves. Mihawk watched her from behind a coconut tree, he thought she looked glowing underneath the moon almost like a dream. “ Are you going to keep hiding or strike me down? “ {Reader} said, she opened her eyes looking at Mihawk's direction. Mihawk was surprised that she sensed him, he stood there never in his years as he felt so tongue tied. “ How did you know I was here? “ He stepped from behind the coconut tree, walking up to her with slow and steady steps. “ If Luffy and Usopp can’t get away with sneaking sweets from the kitchen, while I’m helping Sanji cook then no one can escape the eyes on the back of my head. “ {Reader} let out a warm soft laughter. Mihawk almost cracked a smile. “ How long did you know I was following you? “ Mihawk asked her. {Reader} tilted her head to the side as she tapped her chin. “ Well, I noticed you when you saw me and my kids fighting against those dirty crooks, I was wondering why a warlord was here but I was more focused on protecting my kids. “ {Reader} looked at him, her {eye color} locking onto his amber eyes. “ I was here to vacation, and arrived here right when the battle was beginning. “ Mihawk told her, he made another step towards her. “ They call you Mama {Reader}? “ Mihawk raised a brow as he was more curious about her nickname, he knew why but it didn’t hurt to know more.

“ They do, I am the mother of the Straw Hats. Sometimes they call me Mama Bird. I care about every member of the Straw Hats as if they were my own children. “ {Reader} smiled softly, her words true they may not be her blood but they were her children no matter what. “ Do you have any biological children? “ Mihawk asked as he gestured towards a large nearby rock wanting to sit and talk more. {Reader} looked at the rock and began walking towards it. She sat down with Mihawk as she looked at the ocean. “ No, I don’t have any biological kids. I would like to one day but right now I feel like a mother whether it’s stopping Luffy from bothering Nami or putting Zoro and Sanji into the get along t-shirt from fighting or even getting Nami to stop hitting the boys. Everyday they make me feel like a mom. “ {Reader} looked at him and smiled. “ I feel like a pirate as well, there is this ghost princess named Perona, she lives with me and is quite childish. More of a drama queen than a ghost princess. But I do having her in the castle makes it feel less lonely there. I make us dinner and taught her a bit about farming. “ Mihawk’s lips quirked up into a smile. “ I’ve come to think of her as a daughter. “ Mihawk looked at {Reader}. “ Besides knowing who I am, what else have you heard about me? “ Mihawk had asked her. Reader frowned and looked at him. “ I know you were the one who sliced Zoro, while I know he’s the one who challenged you to a fight for your title. It boils my blood a bit meeting the man who gave him such a nasty scar. “ {Reader} sighed. Mihawk didn’t regret that battle with Zoro, he was quite impressed that Zoro didn’t back down, that he was willing to die for Mihawk’s title - Even knowing that Zoro had a high bounty he was even more impressed with how far Zoro had come. “ I don’t regret it even when he asked for it, when someone challenges me I don’t think for a second about their loved ones and the effect it would bring them. “ Mihawk was blunt and honest, he didn’t care how his words would affect {Reader}. “ You are right, Zoro challenged you and with you being the greatest swordsman, you’ll protect that title from whoever challenges you. But know he’s an excellent swordsman right? “ {Reader} said, she knew there was denying Zoro was a great swordsman and would be the greatest.

“ I do, the fight with him left a strange yet interesting impression on me. Maybe he will cut me down one day and take my title. There is no doubt he’ll stop at nothing to have it. Others have tried and failed, some even running away before I could put them out of their misery. “ Mihawk rolled his eyes remembering the cries of those who begged for their lives or ran away, even pissed themselves. “ Your captain son, having Zoro on his crew is quite a smart move. “ Mihawk knew Luffy wasn’t the brightest apple in the basket but he seemed to have gathered quite some interesting members for his crew. “ How did you come to join the band of misfits know as the Straw Hats? “ Mihawk wished he had a drink, maybe something to do with his hands to settle the swirling feeling in his stomach. “ It’s a long story. “ {Reader} didn’t want to bore him, especially with the details. “ Excellent, I have a bottle of wine on my boat. If you care to join me there if so, you follow me, I promise I won’t harm you. “ Mihawk stood up offering his hand. “ And another promise it’s not the filthy cheap stuff, I’ve been making my own wine from grapes from the frame. “ Mihawk shrugged. {Reader} licked her lips, wine did sound delicious and he seemed harmless for now. “ That sounds lovely, Hakweye Mihawk. “ She took hold of his hand as he pulled her up to her feet. “ Call me Mihawk, dear. “ He let her take hold of his arm.

A small blush creeped up on {Reader’s} face as she walked with the swordsman to his boat. He helped her on the boat letting her sit on the throne he called his. Before sitting on the small bench and reaching towards the floorboards there was a hidden compartment. When he opened there were berries, maps, wrapped meats, medicine, and the wine that was secured in a cloth with a rope wrapped around it. Mihawk grabbed it and closed the compartment as he unwrapped the wine. “ I don’t have glasses, so I hope you don’t mind going back and forth. “ Mihawk uncapped the wine and handed her the wine. “ And don’t be scared to tell me my wine tastes like shit. “ Mihawk told her. A sly playful smirk curled up on {Reader's} lips. “ I met Luffy when he was just a child. “ {Reader} sipped on the wine, the taste making her shiver in delight. Mihawk raised a brow. “ When he was just a child? That means you must have known this redhead drunk named Shanks. “ Mihawk asked. “ I did, I grew up with Shanks he was a brother to me, I was Luffy’s babysitter whenever Shanks was away and I was also his teacher he wanted to be a pirate so badly, that he thought learning how to read or doing math was useless, but thankfully Shanks told him why numbers and reading was important. “ {Reader} handed Mihawk the bottle. “ Also the wine doesn’t taste like shit, cheers swordsman. “ {Reader} thought about the next part of the story. “ I eventually met Luffy and his crew when he had just Sanji, Zoro, Nanmi, and Usopp. Luffy had grown so much when I saw him, I decided to join his crew and leave behind my job as a traveling teacher. “ {Reader} got comfortable on Mihawk’s throne. “ I love teaching, but being a pirate also sounded fun. Now I have my own wanted poster with it calling me Mama {Name}. “ {Reader} let out a soft, sweet giggle of bubbly delight. Mihawk handed her back the bottle. “ I knew Shanks, as well we would battle before he lost his arm, now the fool isn’t worth it, he’s half the man he used to be. “ Mihawk rolled his eyes. “ If Shanks heard you say that, he would be quite the sour apple, maybe even challenge you. He’s the one who taught me to use the sword so I could protect myself. Pirates used to raid the school house to try to take what they deem valuable. “ {Reader} continued to drink the wine.

“ I’m excellent with a sword, I could probably knock you back a few times. “ {Reader} rested her head back against the throne. A deep, rolling laugh rang out from him as he threw back his head and let out a howl of laughter. “ You could try dear, I might let you but it would be pretend. “ Mihawk rolled his eyes, a part of him didn’t really want to hurt {Reader} if anything there company was a breath of fresh air. “ But I’m sure I could teach you some new tricks, maybe even better than whatever Shanks had taught you? “ Mihawk left the offer on the table. {Reader} leaned forward towards Mihawk as she examined him, she did want to learn more about sword fighting, she hadn't seen Shanks in years and Zoro wasn’t really up for teaching. “ Wouldn’t it be strange for me to learn sword fighting skills from the man, who is going to get his title taken away from my son. “ {Reader} had a slight tease in her tone. “ I find nothing strange about teaching a beautiful woman to sword fight. “ Mihawk bit his tongue realizing what he just said. {Reader’s} wasn’t sure if her face was getting flushed from his accidental compliment or it was from drinking half a bottle of wine. “ When I can’t wait to learn how to sword fight from the handsome swordsman. “ A sweet smile graced her lips, a gentle softened gaze in her eyes as she was swept up in the moment between them. Mihawk knew this would be risky but at the same time it could be the wine speaking. “ I was going to vacation here because the hot springs here are good for muscles and relaxation. Would you like to join me? “ Mihawk asked her. “ A hot spring sounds lovely, let’s hope my children haven’t discovered it. “ {Reader} stood up carefully as Mihawk helped her off the boat.

Mihawk walked with {Reader} to the hot springs as he told her about his days as a marine hunter. “ So you were like the boogie man but for Marines? “ {Reader} asked. “ I guess so, I have snuck up on some marines who tried to scare rookies with stories of me. So yes I was the boogie man for the Marines. “ Mihawk chuckled softly. “ Do you miss killing Marines? “ The question that {Reader} asked made Mihawk think. He had become a warlord chained to the Government free to hunt but no longer hunt marines. “ I do miss hearing the cries of marines who want their mothers or the blood curdling screams of striking them whenever they ran up to me. Sometimes the warlord meetings are boring and dreadful even. The government thought it was wise to make this warlord system, but look what happened to Crocodile. “ Mihawk rolled his eyes. “ Crocodile was petty and greedy, blind with greed and you are right look at what happened to him. “ {Reader} remembered the battle with Crocodile. “ And look where we are. “ Mihawk lifted a large leaf and showed her the hot springs. The hot springs area was beautiful and had a tranquil and relaxing atmosphere. The air was filled with soft burbling of the water as it bubbled from the underground, the scent of minerals was thick in the air. The temperature looked soothing for those with sore muscles that were looking to ease some tension. “ I’ll turn away to give you some privacy. “ Mihawk turned away, focusing on the stars. {Reader} removed her clothes and folded them up, as she slipped into the hot springs. She walked over and dipped her feet into the water before slowly dipping her whole body into the water. “ You can turn around. “ {Reader} turned her head to give Mihawk his privacy and she could hear the sound of his large coat dropping. “ Close your eyes, I’m about to get in. “ Mihawk told her. {Reader} closed her eyes, sinking into the water a bit more. “ They're closed. “ {Reader} said. She could hear the sounds of the water as Mihawk had gotten in. “ You can open your eyes dear. “ Mihawk told her. {Reader} opened her eyes, they slightly widened as she looked at his chest then his face. “ You still have your necklace on? “ She tilted her head to the side. Mihawk reached and removed his necklace showing a hidden blade. “ When you are like me it’s wise to keep a weapon with you, even if it is something your enemies would not suspect. “ Mihawk tossed the blade to {Reader} who caught it as she examined it. “ I thought you wore it for religious reasons? I never suspected it was a weapon. “ She was about to brush her finger against the blade but Mihawk stopped her. “ I wouldn’t do that, it may be small but it can do a lot of damage to the skin. As for religion I prefer to keep my faith a secret. “ Mihawk relaxed in the water.

“ I can respect that, I myself don’t like revealing my faith to others, I keep my religious upbringing a secret. “ {Reader} flicked some water at Mihawk. “ How private are you about your life? “ Mihawk wasn’t the type to pry into other people’s lives before their lives had no interest to him, but little by little he wanted to know about {Reader} besides what she had told him earlier. “ Depends how close I am with you. “ {Reader} leaned a bit towards Mihawk, he stared at her with sharp amber eyes. “ Would you say we are close? “ Mihawk reached up cupping her face, giving it a little squeeze. “ I would like to be close with you, I mean we are skinny dipping in the hot springs. “ She tried speaking through her squeezed cheeks. Mihawk chuckled thinking she looked adorable. He could squeeze her cheeks all night, but he let her go. “ But what wouldyour children think~ “ Mihawk had a slight tease to his zone, a passing thought of Zoror horrified that his pirate of a mother was getting close and even romantic with someone he’s trying to defeat, it made him chuckle. “ I’m a grown woman and I can date whoever I want. “ {Reader} huffed, running her fingers through her hair which made Mihawk chuckle. “ That you are, an enchanting one I might add. Who so far hasn’t annoyed me. “ Mihawk flicked some water at her. He could be in this hot spring all night with {Reader} but he had other plans.

It was risky but tempting like a forbidden fruit. “ I thought I might stay on this island for a vacation, but I might return home early. You should come with me, that’s if you want it’s an open invitation, I’ll be right now “ Mihawk left room for {Reader} to decide if she wanted to go with him. “ I’m about to get out and change, I’ll be on my boat waiting. Give you time to tell your Straw Hat children about how you’ll be leaving with me or if I don’t see you in ten hours I’ll know my answer. “ Mihawk stared at her and nodded his head. {Reader} closed her eyes as she listened to Mihawk get out of the water but also her own heart hammering against her chest. She wanted to leave with Mihawk, he was an interesting man. It kind of reminded her of the romance novels she read, like a vampire taking a fair maiden to his castle. {Reader} opened her eyes and turned around as she watched Mihawk walk down the path. {Reader} got out and as she got dressed she made her decision.

{Reader} found her way back to the village. It seemed the party was dying down. “ Mama {Reader} where were you, I was looking for you, the villagers offered us a room to rest in until we set sail tomorrow. “ Robin walked up holding a sleeping Chopper. “ Robin, I’m leaving with Hakweye Mihawk. He offered me to go with him to his castle when we were in the hot springs, we connected and I want to spend more time with him and get to know him. I really think it would be fun and I don’t want the others to freak out. “ {Reader} spoke quickly. Robin chuckled softly. “ Hawkeye Mihawk? I thought I saw him lurking around, I didn’t picture him as the romantic type. But I’m not surprised he is one of the warlords that I can tolerate, if you want to go with him then go right ahead. “ Robin told her. Even though all the Straw Hat members were like children to {Reader}, she always saw Robin as a sister. “ I’ll let the others know. “ Robin smiled. “ Let the others know? “ {Reader’s} chest tightened as she was nervous. “ {Reader} you’re a grown woman if you want to go with Mihawk you can, if the others freak out I’ll calm down especially Zoro. Now go on and have fun live your fantasy like those women do in your books. We’ll see you when you come back, but do let me know how romantic the stoic swordsman is. “ Robin winked and walked away. {Reader} smiled softly thinking of Robin’s words. She ran towards the beach as Mihawk was waiting there sitting on the boat, he was sitting on his boat waiting for {Reader} once he saw her, he stood up and offered his arm. “ I hope you don’t mind a loud annoying pink ghost. “ Mihawk helped {Reader} onto the bottle. “ I deal with Luffy so I’m sure I’ll be fine. “ {Reader} was guided to Mihawk’s throne where he let her sit. “ Then let us set sail. “ Mihawk couldn’t wait to have {Reader} at his castle he had so much planned.

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[latenightskycotl]

Boats are sinking at the hot spring in Village of Dreams too.

[orbital-inclination]

Any little tidbits from Molten!Dreams you’re willing to share?

Sure! Let’s talk about Molten!Dream’s Dreamtale. Long Post Incoming!!

The village and the Great Tree (the Tree of Emotion, but I’m calling it the Great Tree here because I think it sounds better) were surrounded by a vast old growth forest. In summer, the climate surrounding the Great Tree was dry and hot. In winter, it was wet, rainy and chilly, but snow was incredibly rare. It was not unheard of for forest fires to happen here.

Prior to the Apple Incident Molt and Rem never went so far that they couldn’t see the Great Tree. To them, the extent of Dreamtale is/was a massive, endless forest. If the forest had an outer boundary, they never saw it, only heard "unbelievable" tales of it from traveling merchants who insisted their world had an end to it. crazy talk. (and then Nightmare/Rem started reading. turns out, those merchants were telling the truth! it still felt an outlandish tall tale, but perhaps a little more believable outlandish tall tale.)

There were some aspects of the original Dreamtale that I don’t particularly care about; Neil the Cat, may or may not exist in the Molten!Dreams Timeline, if he does exist, he missed his chance to mentor, watch over or influence Dream in anyway (fate adverted!) because the brothers fled in the immediate aftermath. (more on this later. i want to make a comic about it.) The Tree of Life, the Tree of Magic and by extension, Lanny and Quetzalcoatl, aren’t relevant to Moltendreams, so I don’t seen them existing within Moltendreams’ canon. I think their involvement would be... whats the word? It doesn't make sense to my brain. They don't fit.

At some point I plan to revise Reapertale to better fit Moltendream’s multiverse. I say this now because I rather lean into Reapertale than use the Tree of Life. (the Tree of Magic feels a bit redundant on this note. why do we need a Tree of Magic when we have Creators? or even Ink, in some case. in Molten Dreams, Ink is a Muse of Creation rather than a being that actively creates AUs but my point still stands. etc. etc.)

The Apple incident was preceded by a string of misfortune.

The village was struck by a drought the previous winter. And the following spring and summer were unusually hot. Crops withered under the blistering sun. Food reserves plummeted. Wells dried up. Things got tense.

Despite the drought and the fires, the Great Tree was unaffected. While trees in the surrounding forest and in the village turned brown, the Great Tree was green. It bloomed flowers in spring while whole fields struggled to sprout. And when crops failed to produce anything that summer, the apples of the Great Tree were plump and ripe. The contrast between the immortality of the Great Tree and the fragility of life within the village, seeded resentment and bitterness...

Tensions between Dream and Nightmare, and the villagers, grew as a result of it. But that is neither the end nor the beginning of that story.

On the Village itself:

You’ll have to excuse the sketchiness, I haven’t drawn in a while, I’ve spent the last month and half trying to pick up my tablet only for my brain to tell me I’m apparently allergic to it. is the floor lava? noooo my TABLET IS LAVA!!! Any-who, moving on!

Notes:

Local architecture uses geometric shapes with lots of sharp angles and straight lines.

Windows are tall and narrow. No glass is used.

General construction materials will typically include stone, clay, hardened mud, and stucco. Wood is used sparingly.

Originally I played with the idea of the villagers using thatch for their roofs but on second thought, decided that idea didn’t fit the aesthetic.

i have tentative plans for the monsters who lived in the village to thematically follow mythology from the same regions I'm taking inspiration from for the architecture.

real world inspiration takes a lot from ancient Armenian, Roman and Mesopotamian architecture. Unfortunately, i am bad at drawing buildings and actively avoid it, but in the future i want to lean into this more. at least visually.

[linterteatime]

All the hollow knight gijinkas i have made so far, with links for easy find (◕_◕)

Troupe Master Grimm, Divine, The Radiance, Brumm, Broken Vessel

Quirrel, Mantis Lords, Traitor Lord, The Knight/Ghost, Tiso

Hornet, Lace, Myla, The Collector, Bretta

Pure Vessel, White Lady, Pale King

Marissa, The Hollow Knight, Iselda, Xero, Eternal Emilitia

Monomon The Teacher, Cornifer, Cloth, Jiji, Soulmaster

Hive Knight, Queen Vespa, Grey Mourner, Traitors Child, Marmu

God Seeker, Blue Child Joni, Herrah The Beast, Midwife

Nightmare King Grimm, Markoth, Gorb, Zote The Mighty, No Eyes

Grimmchild , Dung Defender, Moss Prophet, Grub, Grey Prince Zote

Paint Master Sheo, Nailmaster Oro And Mato, Nailsage Sly, Nailsmith, Lurien The Watcher

Salubra, God Tammer, Pale Lurker, Seer, Thistlewind

Small changes to Pure Vessel, Troupe Master Grimm, The Radiance

Fierce Dryya, Mister Mushroom, The Hunter, Snail Shaman

Isma, Revek, Steel Soul Jinn, Tuk

Flukemarm, Fluke Hermit, Dream Warrior Galien, Relic Seeker Lemm

Milibelle, Nosk, Elderbug, Maggot

Grimmkin Novice, Grimmkin Master, Grimmkin Nightmare, Elder Hu

Distant Villagers, Grimm Steed, Massive Moss Charger, Kingsmould

Unn, Cristal Guardian, False Knight/Mighty Hegemol, Watcher Knights

Gruz Mother, Vengefly King, Leg Eater, Menderbug

Willoh, Grubfather, Hot Spring Bugs, Mask Maker

The Last Stag/Old Stag, Brooding Mawlek, Little Fool, Soul Warrior

Ummu, Bardoon, Soul Twister, Volt Twister, Mistake, Folly

Extra stuff for the gijinkas + Fixes for old ones

Greenpath Vessel, Ellina The Chronicler, oblobbles, royal retainers

White Defender, Lord Fool, Winged Nosk, Grub Mimic

(Greenpath enemies): Mosscreep, Mossfly, Mosskin, Volatile mosskin, Fool eater, Squit, Obble, Gulka, Maskfly, Moss knight, Mossy vagabond, Durandoo, Duranda, Aluba

(Fog canyon enemies, The hive enemies, and 3 other ones without groups): Ooma, Uoma, Lumafly, Lifeseed, Bluggsac, Wingmould, Husk hive, Hive soldier, Hiveling, Hive guardian.

(Enemies from the abyss, ancient basin, and some others): knight's shade, siblings, lightseed, infected balloon, mawlurk, lesser mawlek, shadow creeper, entombed husk, void tendrils.

(Enemies from fungal wastes and a few mantises) : Ambloom, Fungling, Fungoon, Sporg, Fungified Husk, Shrumeling, Shrumal Warrior, Shrumal Ogre, Mantis Youth, Mantis Warrior, Mantis Petra.

(Enemies from the city of tears) : Husk Sentry, Heavy Sentry, Winged Sentry, Lance Sentry, Husk Dandy, Cowardly Husk/Lurien the Watcher's butler, Gluttonous Husk, Gorgeous Husk, Great Husk Sentry, Belfly.

Primal aspid, Aspid mother, Aspid hatchling, Aspid hunter, Little weaver, Tiktik, Vengefly, Crawlid, Boofly, Hopper, Great hopper, Baldur, Elder baldur.

stalking devout, spiny husk, garpede, deep hunter, corpse creeper, dirtcarver, carver hatcher, deepling, loodle, Kcin.

(spirits glade bugs + a random guard): Gravedigger, Millybug, Caspian, Dr Chagax, Atra, Garro, Grohac, Hex, Hundred Nail Warrior, Karina, Perpetos Noo, Molten, Magnus Strong, Waldie, Wayner, Wyatt, Boss, Poggy Thorax, Caelif & Fera Orthop, Husk Guard.

brumm/Nymm, volatile gruzzer, violent husk, slobbering husk, furious vengefly, winged fool, sturdy fool, heavy fool, shielded fool, death loodle, sharp baldur, battle obble, armoured squit, godseeker, godseekers, pilflip, mantis traitor, macebug.

flukefey, flukemon, flukemunga, fluke larva, turret zoteling, lanky zoteling, head of zote, fluke zoteling, zotes curse, heavy zoteling, winged zoteling, hopping zoteling, volatile zoteling, hwurmp, husk miner, crystallised husk, crystal crawler, crystal hunter, shardmite, glimback, husk hornhead, wandering husk, leaping husk, husk bully, husk warrior, giant fungal creature.

shadelord, weaver, weaverling, snail shamans, grimm troupe corpse, boon, aspid queen, unnamed moth.

Remakes of :Grimm, Radiance, Pure Vessel, Quirrel and Brumm.

(This is finished!)

[accio-victuuri]

sharing this China news network article about Guo Jing and the recent LOCH trailer.

this is particularly helpful for me as someone who has zero experience with anything LOCH related 🫶🏼

"Stupid child" Guo Jing "killed" most smart people in seconds

A trailer that "exploded" countless martial arts fans.

On the 23rd, the only martial arts movie "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero" in the Spring Festival file, led by China Film Co., Ltd., co-produced by China News Network, directed by Tsui Hark, and starring Xiao Zhan and Zhuang Dafei, released the latest trailer, which quickly appeared on the hot search, and the turbulent martial arts world has a more tangible embodiment. Some viewers sighed "dreaming back to the golden age of martial arts" and began to look forward to this version of Guo Jing's style.　　

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero" is adapted from the novel of the famous writer Jin Yong. In Jin Yong's martial arts world, Guo Jing is a key figure in the "Condor Trilogy", who is kind by nature, decent, affectionate, diligent and patriotic, and almost has the most exemplary chivalrous spirit in Jin Yong's pen.　　

Before becoming a hero, he had a very strong circle of friends, Hong Qigong and other masters taught him martial arts, the smart and witty Huang Rong was his strongest assistant, and later defended Xiangyang City, and there were also a group of people who were willing to follow him.

So, the question is, why is Guo Jing, who seems to be wooden, so likable?　　

01

The counterattack of the "silly child".

If you ask someone what their impression of Guo Jing is, the answer is likely to be "stupid child".　　

Guo Jing had bad luck in the early days. Guo Xiaotian and Li Ping originally lived a good life in Niujia Village, but they were framed and their families were ruined. Guo Jing lost his father, followed his mother to earn a living in the desert, and also learned Mongolian.　　

He's a bit of a goofy-headed, and he's slow to learn to speak. After the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji made an appointment for a martial arts competition, they found Guo Jing and patiently taught him martial arts, but Guo Jing just didn't open his mind, and he didn't make much progress in practice.　　

In terms of adaptability, Guo Jing is not outstanding. He saved the "Sharpshooter" Jebe, and was forced to ask about Jebe's whereabouts by the pursuers. At this time, children who are smart often reply "I don't know", but Guo Jing's answer is "I don't say".　　​

All kinds of actions made him look a little unsmart. But the core of this so-called "stupidity" is rare honesty. "Jin Yong fan" Liushen Lei Lei is more willing to use "sincere and loyal" to describe Guo Jing.　　​

With honesty and kindness, he won the favor of Ma Yu of Quanzhen Sect, and his martial arts made progress, laying the foundation for the growth of "force value" in the future. After meeting Huang Rong, he always treated each other with sincerity, and also exchanged Huang Rong's sincerity.

As Guo Jing grows up, this kind of loyalty and sincerity becomes more and more powerful.　　

By chance, he and Huang Rong met the leader of the beggar gang, Hong Qigong, the beggar gang. Hong Qigong liked the food made by Huang Rong very much, and appreciated the simplicity of Guo Jing's nature, so he taught Guo Jing the eighteen palms of dragon descending.　　​

Later, Guo Jing guarded Xiangyang City and had a dialogue with Kublai Khan, the commander of the Mongolian army. That's because Guo Jing never speaks carefully, he will say whatever he thinks in his heart, but it goes straight to the hearts of the people.

In fact, many classic literary works like to write about "silly children", such as Pierre in "War and Peace", etc., and Guo Jing is also one of them. Their sincerity helps them grow, and it is also like a mirror, reflecting the flies and dogs in the world.　　

02

Chivalrous spirit

"Chivalry" is the core soul of Jin Yong's novels, and many of Guo Jing's practices are the concrete embodiment of the chivalrous spirit.　　

For example, he admired Jebel's bravery, and in the face of coercion and temptation, he would rather die than betray Jebel. After the crisis was resolved, Zhebei gave him gold, but he didn't want it, but he just remembered his mother's teaching, "You must help the guest, not ask for the guest's things." ”　　

Due to the friendship of their parents, Guo Jing and Yang Kang were born as sworn brothers. After he met Yang Kang, he always took care of Yang Kang, hoping that he could change his evil and return to the right; After Yang Kang's death, he treated his son Yang Guo as his own and cultivated him as carefully as possible.　　

After breaking with Tuo Lei and others, Guo Jing did his best to protect Xiangyang City, and finally became a great hero praised by everyone in the martial arts.

The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people. For the selfish Yang Kang Ouyang Ke, these eight words are probably just a slogan, at most shouting two sentences to seek some benefits for themselves; But for Guo Jing, this is a promise that is heavier than Mount Tai, and he has been paying for it all his life.　　

​Diligent, upright, responsible, patriotic...... Guo Jing is enough to afford the word "chivalry", and his huge personality charm has infected many people around him.

Of course, some people may say that without the assistance of the resourceful Huang Rong, Guo Jing would not have achieved so much. Indeed, Guo Jing's quality ceiling is very high, and whether or not this ceiling can be activated requires acquired factors. Huang Rong is an activating factor.　　

Then again, why is Guo Jing's personal quality ceiling high? The reason is that he has an ability: to gain the trust of others.　　

Dealing with the world requires a certain amount of emotional intelligence, but high emotional intelligence is not about being delicate and ruddering, but about making others trust you unconditionally. Guo Jing has similar excellent qualities. And the core of this quality is sincerity.　　

How you treat others, others will treat you, sincerity is always nirvana. When he didn't know Hong Qigong's identity, Guo Jing was still very friendly to him. Hong Qigong was also willing to teach him martial arts after learning about Guo Jing's personality.　　

Guo Jing followed the master little by little, and at the end of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the "force value" was greatly improved, and he had the ability to go head-to-head with the master Qiu Qianren. Later, even if he made a move with the East and the West, he could support hundreds of moves to be undefeated.　　

There may be many opportunities in a person's life, but whether they can grasp it depends on whether they have the ability in the end.

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03

Feelings of family and country　　

Counting carefully, as a big IP, the "Condor Trilogy" has had multiple film and television versions. These film and television dramas may have adapted the original work, but the direction of the story has basically not changed, Guo Jing has always been the hero who has the world in mind.　　

This role is actually not easy to play. Guo Jing should belong to the type of "wise and foolish", which looks a little wooden, but in fact he is not a person who fights or grabs, is very principled, practical and steady, and all kinds of subtle states are difficult to grasp.

In the past few decades, actors such as Huang Rihua, Zhang Zhilin, Hu Ge, and Yang Xuwen have all played Guo Jing, each with its own merits. The film and television version that is more recognized by the audience is the 83 version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", with a Douban score of 9.2 points.　

Guo Jing in the 95 version of "The Condor Heroes" is also good, he is a middle-aged person, honest and simple, but he is very capable of fighting. Liushen Lei Lei remembers a scene, that is, Guo Jing beat Huo Du violently in Chongyang Palace, which looked very enjoyable.　　

Time passed, and people's enthusiasm for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" did not dissipate. This can be seen from the popularity of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero" after it was announced, and in the messages that frantically swiped the screen, thousands of words were combined into one word, "expectation".　　

Liushen Lei Lei once commented on "The Legend of the Condor Heroes": Writing plot characters is ever-changing; Writing about the feelings of the family and the country makes people's blood boil. This book is a sign that Jin Yong has become a master. The upright and kind Guo Jing is the person who has family and country feelings.　　​

Some people once said that Jin Yong's heroes are "superheroes" in the Chinese context. Guo Jing, who is endowed with a deep traditional Chinese concept and loyalty and filial piety, affects his growth and reminds him to become a responsible person.　　

There is no martial arts in life, but there may be various choices and tests. Just like Guo Jing, keep your heart pure, don't ask for everything to go well, but seek to be worthy of your heart.

[strawberryama]

Always Watching

Can be read as a stand alone but pt 1 and 2 are linked below

Favors | Hot Springs

content : female reader (who is not a participant but is spoken about), masturbation, voyuerism, cucking (i guess is the best tag?), unrequited love, En doesn’t exist in this (i’m sorry my queen), angst kinda, how tf do i end this?

Not beta read. Im lazy.

18+ Minors DNI!!

Kanamori, Kozo. A hopeless romantic who quietly was obsessed with the girl that kept the swordsmith estate he stayed in tidy. She made the meals, tended to the gardens, cleaned up after all the swordsmiths, and was just a ray of sunshine.

Ever since she came to help out a few years ago, he’d been smitten with her. Moving from the city to this village was not exactly…an easy change. But ______ always smiled and seemed to be so happy. Over time, she got accustomed to the masks, the people, and she was calling the village home. She was like a sister of sorts to most of them.

But Kanamori just couldn’t see her as a sister. ______ was his ray of sunshine in the dark. He was in love, fully. If he could follow her around all day, he would. Her hair was so soft looking and her eyes lit up whenever she smiled at him.

She was the one.

But there was one small problem with the one.

Kozo dreamed of her every night. He relished in every moment he got with her. From the cheerful way she told him good morning to the way she scolded him for not taking better care of himself; he cherished every single moment he got with her. His every fiber was for her. He only fell asleep so peacefully each night cause he knew when the sun rose that it was her that would be there to greet him each morning once he made his way out of bed. He only wished that that good morning was paired with a gentle kiss…

But she was not his.

And as he hid in a bush by the hot springs, he knew that she never would be.

Kanamori’s heart ached as he saw before him the love of his very life and one of his friends entangled. ______ was beneath Haganezuka, her nails digging into his biceps as he pushed his cock into her tight, wet cunt. The sight before him shattered every single piece of his heart. The girl that he had loved for years was underneath another man.

He couldn’t decide whether to make his presence known or to ran far away and never look back. But the love and care in her eyes as she stretched about his friend stung. It was like someone had smeared venom all over an open wound and he had to sit and watch it bubble and burn. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

What hurt the most was the gentle way Haganezuka spoke to her. He was never kind to anyone - let alone ______. Haganezuka and ______ fought constantly. But here, before Kozo, he saw just as much love in his friend’s eyes as he did ______’s. How could he stand a chance? How could he dare to selfishly tear them apart when they so clearly were in love?

He couldn’t, and he simply would not. He would not take that happiness from his friend, whose chance at love very well may be this and this alone. And he couldn’t take away _____’s happiness. Kozo loved her, he truly did. But to love someone, didn’t guaranteed their love back. So in that moment, despite the pain in his heart, he decided he would support them both.

He’d support his friend and his crush like the good man that he was. He wouldn’t dream about ______ every night. He wouldn’t fall asleep solely to know he’d get to see her smile in the morning. And he certainly wouldn’t…think about the way her breasts bounced with every thrust of Haganezuka’s hips…

Kanamori shook his head, trying to look away from his friends. This was wrong….but this was, his only chance to see his beloved naked.

He told himself that he’d let go after this. He knew this was wrong and gross. He knew it. But just because he knew what he was doing was wrong, did not stop him from reaching into his pants and pulling out his hardening cock.

The way ______’s tits bounced was mesmerizing. He’d imagined them before, many a night. But this evening, she was just a few feet away. Her wet, naked body was in perfect view. Kanamori gnawed at his bottom lip as he watched those perfect tits he’d dreamed about for years bounce.

He collected the spit in his mouth before letting it drool down onto his long cock. Kanamori couldn’t risk spitting for fear of the noise drawing attention.

As the cold spit hit his cock, he shuddered and began to rub it in. He watched through the bushes, fisting his cock in time with Haganezuka��s thrusts. If he kept in time, then maybe - just maybe - he could pretend like it was him fucking ______ instead of his friend.

Kanamori could barely make out the flushed look on ______’s face as she wrapped her arms about Haganezuka. But what he could see drove him wild. He would’ve given anything to be the one inside that tight cunt, looking down at her flustered face. To watch her look away and tilt her head back with a gentle guiding hand. To lean down and capture those lips while his cock slides in and out, balls slapping against her ass.

“Good girl, ______,” he panted under his breath to himself. “Such a good girl…”

He wanted to be the one to watch her get all shy from his praise. But he had to settle for watching from a distance.

Kanamori panted softly as he stroked himself. But then he heard the naughtiest words slip from ______’s mouth to Haganezuka.

“Y…Your cock…is so big…i-it feels like it’s tearing me apart…” she said shyly to Haganezuka.

It was quiet, but Kanamori heard it loud and clear. He had to put his free hand over his mouth to cover up the moan that threatened to escape.

After hearing such dirty words, Kanamori switched from stroking his cock to suddenly fucking his fist. His hips silently knocking into his hand as he desperately imagined it to be her cunt. He grew jealous that Haganezuka’s balls got to slap against ______’s ass meanwhile his swayed in the air, tightening as he got close.

He wanted ______. He needed ______. Kanamori could no longer hold back the hushed chant of her name on his lips.

“______, ______, my angel. I love you,” he said under his breath. “Such a good girl taking that big cock, angel..”

He thrusted desperately into his fist, closing his eyes. Kanamori had to savor this moment. He promised himself he’d let go after this. He had to.

“My angel, you’re doing such a good job,” he whispered.

He was nearly convinced that it was ______ he fucking. He could hear her moans and the wet sound of her cunt. Kanamori was practically the one fucking ______. He could feel that wet pussy squeezing down on him. His beloved was gonna cum on his cock. She was going to cum with him.

He let out a quiet moan, eyes rolling back as he fucked into her. His good girl. His angel.

Kanamori’s hips began to stutter as his orgasm washed over him. He managed to stay quiet as came, impressing even himself.

His hot, watery cum covered the grass below him. Some of the leaves on the bush he hid behind got coated too. He just kept stroking his tip though, pumping out as much cum as possible. And whether she knew or not, it was all for ______. This mess he made was all for her.

Kanamori panted as he sat back, trying to catch his breath after such an intense orgasm when he heard Haganezuka and ______.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, sir!”

“Louder! Who owns this tight, little cunt?”

“You, Hotaru!”

Kanamori blew a stray hair out of his face and sighed. He put his cock away and sat there for second as he was once again faced with reality. It wasn’t him that had ______ crying out, it was Haganezuka. And it wasn’t Kozo that she was yelling…it was Hotaru.

It was time to move on. After years of pining and never getting anywhere, it was time.

The heartache washed over him again as he tried not to be bitter. But he just couldn’t help it. The jealousy stung. He was closer in age to ______ and so much kinder to her! So why him?! Why grumpy, bitter, thirty-seven year old Haganezuka?!

Kanamori tried to calm himself and his thoughts. They’d never do him any good, and he knew that. He had the right to grieve the loss of his love to another, but he couldn’t be too mad when it was his friend. More so, he didn’t want to be mad.

Haganezuka had never had anyone that was interested in him in the years Kanamori knew him. After all, his personality didn’t really leave much to love. He was temperamental and a perfectionist. Haganezuka had never been afraid to let someone know of his true feelings, no matter how hurtful they were. On top of that, he was overly dedicated to his craft which took up days and weeks of his time.

He should be happy for Haganezuka and ______. They clearly love each other. They’re his friends.

But the reminded that they were his friends suddenly made him feel guilty. He just came, watching his friends fuck.

Poor Kanamori had so many emotions to work out - guilt, shame, disgust, heartbreak.

He sighed softly to himself, knowing staying here would only get him in trouble. So, to the best of his abilities he snuck off into the woods, opting to steer clear of the path to the hot springs as to not be caught. He left his mess behind him and hopefully, the love he held for ______.

[mostmouse]

Desperate Times

Hotaru's actions were calling for desperate measures. The man wasn't taking care of his wounds like he should be. You, being such a loving wife, have created a master plan of subduing and restraining him. All he has to do is give in.

(Hotaru x f!reader, explicit, 6,000 words, AO3)

In the days after Tanjiro had left the swordsmith village, things had calmed down but remained incredibly busy. Chief Tecchin was healing up, other swordsmiths helping him up to the hot springs for a daily soak, along with themselves. Many were injured and needed daily bandage changes, and burying those who you had lost in the demon attack weighed heavily on your soul.

You did what you could in the rebuilding, working from dawn to dusk, only returning home to sleep alone in your bed. Hotaru was still working on the special sword for Tanjiro, no matter how hard you worked to get him to rest. He had at least gone to the hot springs a few times with you to soak and heal - but in your opinion it wasn’t nearly enough.

The man was as stubborn as ever, but you wouldn’t thrive as his wife if you weren’t also incredibly headstrong. You’d been crafting into the late night on a way to subdue him and force him to let you care for his wounds. No doubt they were constantly reopening as he worked in his shack in the woods. Secluded away from everyone else, away from you, and keeping busy honing that damned sword.

After a couple weeks had passed, you had seen Hotaru twice and both times you were forcing him into the hot springs with the threat of breaking the sword while he slept. Not that you’d do something like that to a legitimately ancient sword, not that he needed to know that. But with how things were going, if it had been one he crafted and not a sword that carried the dreams of countless slayers and swordsmiths… You’d certainly consider it.

Stretching high, you stood from the table in your shared home, not that you’d shared it very much in the last few months. Grabbing the leather goods you had painstakingly crafted over the course of just barely an hour a day during the last few weeks of rebuilding, you also grabbed a tea set and placed it in a sturdy box before closing it all up tight and headed out to Hotaru’s workspace.

The village was coming along nicely, and everyone was gradually healing, some were even back to their full health. You were still sore, deep wounds healing nicely as you did what you could to support your fellow villagers. Rolling your shoulders, you tried to stretch out your stiff muscles. You hadn’t had much variety in work, and the repetitive actions were making you sore in other ways rather than your healing body.

However, conditioning could wait until after you looked after your husband. You knew he wasn’t caring for himself like he should. Did he even disinfect his wounds when you weren’t there? Heaven knows his eye needed special treatment that he most certainly wasn’t keeping up with. Your box had all sorts of healing items you planned to wrathfully unleash upon your dear love.

Approaching his shack, you hummed, heart fluttering at getting to see Hotaru. Even with as much of a handful as he was, he still unleashed a bundle of butterflies in your tummy every time. Smiling behind your mask, you made your way through the foliage, tilting your head as Kanamori opened and closed the door behind him, leaving the building with a shake of his head.

You lifted your hand in greeting, calling out to him. “Kanamori! Hey! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in the village much.” His head swiveled in your direction as you called out to him, trotting over to you and waving as well.

“Ah, I’ve been helping Haganezuka. Well, sort of. I’ve been trying to at least. I know you’ve been checking in on him as well, but I always see you so busy in the village that I thought I would help as well.” He shook his head, sighing with his hands on his hips, “That man is too old to act this way. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll get amnesia and forget all about swords. Then you could both retire and live happily.”

The two of you laughed, shaking your heads. “I don’t think there’s a force in this world that could ever make Hotaru forget even a scrap of his sword making knowledge. The second he woke up, he’d see the glint of steel and it would all come rushing back.” Kanamori sighed at your reasoning, agreeing immediately.

“You’re right. Oh well, who’s to say we can’t wishfully think?” Laughing once more, he pointed to your box as you calmed down, “What do you have there?”

Grinning behind your mask, you swayed side to side, “It’s a secret~” Leaning forward, the two of you snickered darkly, “I’m going to force him to obey me. That man is taking a break and letting me completely redress and sanitize his wounds. And then he’s going to kiss me and thank me for being so kind and loving to him.”

Kanamori covered his mask’s mouth, giggling. “I wish you the best of luck. I won’t come by for a bit to give you two privacy. Please, don’t hold back, he deserves no mercy.”

You nodded, clenching your fist, “I’m going to be completely ruthless. He’ll wish he had never married a harpy like me.” The two of you laughed happily, saying goodbye and parting ways.

Approaching the door Kanamori had just let himself out of, you slid it open and peered inside. As usual, it was dark and quiet, save for the sound of a whetstone. You smiled softly, letting yourself inside and closing the door behind you. Walking over to the desk, you lit the few oil lamps and sighed at the light. Finally, you looked down at your husband, working dutifully and unaware of the world around him.

It was charming, honestly. No matter how much he annoyed you and made you feel crazy, you admired his work ethic and determination. You dedicated yourself to your craft as well, but you knew you could never be at Hotaru’s level. Not that you wanted to, per se. Your marriage only had room for one clueless workaholic.

Making yourself comfortable, you pulled out the blanket and tea set from the box you carried. Laying it down flat, you smoothed out the wrinkles before lighting the small fire next to where Hotaru was working. Fishing out the small steel platform you had stowed here ages ago, you filled the pot with water, set it atop the stand, and let it boil.

You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at your husband, his mask obscuring his face as he silently worked. Sighing and shaking your head, you went back and prepared the tea leaves. Gathering a small glass jar, you tugged out some herbs and crushed them, adding them to Hotaru’s tea bundle in his cup.

You were sure this would be able to take down your burly monster of a man. They were powerful sedatives you had been using with other villagers to help prepare the wounded for surgeries that were needed urgently. Humming quietly, you contently prepared everything, going over and fluffing up the bedding that you’d soon have Hotaru in.

Finally, as the teapot began to whistle, you sat next to your husband and bumped him with your body. When he didn’t react, you reached up and tugged off his mask and bandana. “Hotaru~ I’m here with some treats for you.”

Once his handsome face was exposed, you leaned over and scattered kisses across every expanse of skin you could reach, petting his thick mane of hair. With one final kiss to his shoulder, you grabbed the teapot and prepared the tea, carefully noting which one was drugged. Finally, you brought out your secret weapon: dango you had spent the morning making.

It didn’t take long before Hotaru began sniffing the air. The homely aroma of the tea and sweet scent of the dango catching his attention. Whipping around, his good eye settled on you before immediately zeroing in on the treat in your hand. “Hotaru~ won’t you come eat with me, my love?”

With a grunt, he placed the blade down carefully, making his way over to the soft blanket and sitting down gruffly. Taking the dango from your hand he looked at it intently before his shoulders relaxed and a light blush covered his cheeks. Biting into it, he sighed, smiling slightly as the taste flourished on his tongue.

Humming, he looked down at the tea cup. Swallowing his mouthful of dango, he brought the tea to his mouth, blowing slightly before drinking it. You watched him with a fond, lovestruck gaze. “I’m so glad to see you, I miss getting to look at you, you know. I’m not sure if you remember, but I’m your wife.”

You laughed softly at his pout, interrupting as he opened his mouth, “I love you, you silly man. You know I admire your craftsmanship, but I wish you’d take even a second for yourself.” You frowned slightly, tilting your head, “The bandage over your eye is filthy. Let’s go to the hot spring and soak for a bit, okay? I’ll let you have your way with me~”

Winking, you pressed a palm to your cheek, trying to lure him in. However, he merely finished off his dango and grabbed another stick from the dish between you. You may or may not have also drugged the treats on the plate. “No. I have work to do.” You growled at the complete dismissal. “Kamado will soon begin his conditioning training at the butterfly estate. I need to make sure his sword is ready before then.”

You pouted, crossing your arms and huffing. “You can’t finish the sword if your eyes fall out, Hotaru.”

“My eyes won’t fall out, only one is damaged. Besides, that wouldn’t stop me.”

“The infection will spread inside of you and you’ll keel over.”

“I’m much too strong for something so small to kill me.”

You groaned at his petulant answers. “I’m gonna tell Chief Tecchin you’re out here working on that blade while your body enters necrosis.” He huffed, turning his head away and finishing off his tea. “And…” You clenched your fists, “I’ll tell him you made me cry with your horrible words and actions.”

At such a claim, Hotaru balked, whipping his head to you, “I’ve done no such thing!”

You stuck your tongue out, internally bewildered how he was still standing, even as he finished his second dango. “All’s fair in love and war, dear. I’m not above lying and scheming to get my way.”

The swordsmith huffed, standing quickly and turning back to his work station, “You can stay and do what you want, but I’m-” He stumbled slightly, and you grinned maliciously, rubbing your hands together. “I-I’m getting… back to… work… on this…” His words trailed off, and you immediately dashed to be in front of him, catching his massive body with yours and a sharp cry as you strained to hold him.

However, to your shock, he was still just conscious enough to speak to you, “Woman… what did you do to me?”

You groaned loudly, helping him onto his knees and nudging him backwards, “I’m making you rest, Hotaru. I need to clean your bandages. You’ll be up and going soon enough, just- give in already!”

Straining against his muscled body, you tried to shove him onto the bedding. However, even being massively drugged, he still fought back - although thankfully not anywhere near full strength. “No! I- don’t- need- rest!” With great effort he lifted you above him on his shoulder, wavering as you kicked your legs and slapped his back.

“Yes, you do! You big dumb meanie! Just lie down!” You anchored your feet on his waist before throwing all your weight to the side, rejoicing as he fell over with you. “Good boy! Now, get on the bed!”

His eye was fluttering as he tried to fight you off, movement becoming lethargic. Finally, he gave in and let you push him onto the bedding. He glared up at you from where he lay, “Just remember… I can take… what you dish out. But you,” He closed his eye, breathing evening out as his body relaxed, “Can’t ever handle… what I give back.”

Soon, his soft breathing was all you could hear, and you sighed in relief. That was always going to be the most difficult part of the endeavor. You ignored his last words, confident in the plan you had concocted over countless sleepless nights.

Grabbing one of the scrap steel rods around the shack, you dug a small hole and sat it there before grabbing a mallet and hammering it in. About halfway, you sat for a moment of rest. Taking a sip of your long cold tea, you gave yourself a few more moments before continuing your task. Once the rod was in the ground and you couldn’t move it even with all your strength, you went back to your bag of supplies.

Cheering as you grabbed thick leather straps, you held them up in the light. They were your pride and joy, having tanned the skin and crafted them specifically as restraints for your insanely strong husband. Looping them around the stake in an intricate knot, you secured them around his wrists, padding them with flexible medical tape beneath them beforehand.

Tapping his chest happily, you stripped his kimono off and finally started to unwind the bandages scattered around him. Gently dabbing them with disinfectant, you lovingly stroked salve on them and started to rebind them. Scooting around him, you sat his head on your soft warm thighs, pulling up your kimono so he had skin to skin contact. You blissfully ignored his thick arms as you pushed them aside, tied to the stake you had drilled into the ground.

You took great care with his damaged eye the most. You took your time in cleaning his face of dirt and oils before disinfecting the area. Humming softly, you leaned down and scattered kisses all across him before tugging his hair up and binding his eye once more.

Smoothing your hands across the soft white bandages, you whispered sweet nothings to him softly. “You’re such a silly man.” Petting his hair, you gently eased the tangles and knots out. “I wish you’d let me take better care of you, you always take care of me when I’m hurt.” Sighing, you leaned further forward, pressing the bandages on his torso, checking for any fresh blood. “I love you more than you know, you’re my whole world, Hotaru.”

Settling back down on your legs, you braided his hair before moving away. Packaging away the medical supplies, you placed the box on a workbench. You could probably keep them here since he wouldn’t leave the shack for at least another week or two. Finishing up everything you wanted to do, you looked back at your wonderful husband.

Trailing your eyes up his handsomely fit body, you shrieked as you met his open eye, staring you down. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling, his face stoic and gaze unwavering. “Ah! H-Hotaru, you’re already awake! That didn’t take long…”

Your voice was nervous, you were expecting him to start shouting, to wake up animated and upset as he usually did when you pulled stunts like these. You laughed to ease the silence in the shack as he continued to stare unblinkingly at you. Taking a hesitant step forward, you waved your hand timidly, “Ah, Hotaru? Can you hear me? Maybe you’re still asleep-”

Face twisting into one of effort, you screamed as he flexed his bulky arms, muscles straining as his cheeks turned pink with effort. “Stop that! You’re gonna reopen your-” However, with a loud roar, he pulled the steel stake clear out of the ground, leather bindings keeping him tied to it.

Speechless, you stood still as the rod clattered against the ground, Hotaru’s arms relaxing, letting out a long sigh. Pouting, you shouted in frustration, running out of the shack. Your husband’s eye widened, “Hey! You can’t run from this!”

Using his teeth and hand, he managed to untie one wrist and then the other, the rod landing on the ground heavily. Growling, he marched out of the shack, sword forgotten and the only thing on his one track mind being you.

“Where did you go?! I know you aren’t far, my wife wouldn’t abandon her target so easily.” Listening closely, he tried to make out any man made sounds, ignoring the rustling of the leaves and branches swaying in the wind. Finally, he saw a bush move as if it were trembling. “I see you. Come out.”

You held your breath, fists clenched in your lap as you sat there petulantly. You couldn’t see him through the thick foliage, but you could sense him near you. And of course, him being your hot headed lover, he wouldn’t leave without his prize in his possession.

“Don’t make me come get you, I’ll be much less gentle if I have to.” His voice wasn’t nearly as mad as you thought he would be, considering you drugged and restrained him.

Huffing to yourself, you peered over the top of the bush, glaring at him, your eyes shining in the setting sunlight. “No.”

Hotaru growled, face flushing, “And why not? I’m the only one here who’s allowed to be upset in this situation, what are you pouting about?” You balked at his accusation, pouting further.

“I am not pouting! And I can be mad, too! First of all, do you know how hard it was to get that stupid pole in the ground? And- and- you just rip it up! No problem! Ignoring how I wrapped you all back up again!”

Stomping towards you, the swordsmith stopped just before the bush, “Is that it? That I’m stronger than you? We both know-”

“That’s not it!” Your cheeks grew warm, frustrated tears gathering on your lashes, “Hotaru! You’re so- so-!” You stood finally, angrily stepping over the shrubbery and poking him in his chest, no force behind your hand. “I’m worried about you! You shouldn’t be straining yourself so hard!”

He leaned down over you, intense amber eye watching you, “If you hadn’t tied me to it-”

“I shouldn’t have to tie you up! Let me help you! You’re still wounded!” You threw your hands in the air, shouting in frustration, “Or don’t! Die for all I care! You’ll get some weird infection that’ll necrosify your muscles and you’ll wither away!”

Turning on your heel, you huffed as you walked away. However, to your irritation, your husband grabbed your wrist, obviously not content to leave the conversation like it was. “That’s not true and you know it.”

You refused to look at him, trying to tug your arm away, although there was no real effort behind it, either. “See, you’re not even trying. You barely touched me when you pointed at me earlier, as well.” You let yourself be dragged back towards him, melancholy slowly blooming in your chest as his massive arms wrapped around you from behind. “I was awake before you noticed me. I heard what you said.”

Feeling him take a few deep breaths, he groaned behind you, words tight, “I’m sorry I haven’t let you take care of my wounds. And I’m sorry I haven’t come home to you.”

You went limp in his arms, letting him hold you closer as your hands came up and rested on his forearms that held you. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tied you down like that.”

Hotaru quirked his brow, “Aren’t you going to apologize for drugging me?”

You huffed, turning your head, “No. I’m not sorry for that. That was necessary and I’d do it again the second you turned your back.”

Surprisingly, Hotaru began laughing softly behind you, his chest shaking you as he did so. You blinked, confused, before you began laughing with him. Wiggling your shoulders in a way to tell him you wanted him to turn you, you finally met his warm golden gaze. “I love you, ‘Taru. More than anything ever.”

Quieting down, he stared at you lovingly. Leaning down he kissed you softly, letting your hands stroke the loose braid of his hair. Pulling away, he lifted you into his arms, kissing you as you began to protest, “Carrying my wife won’t hurt me.”

You sighed, resting your head on his chest as you stared adoringly up at him. “We’re two crazy people, huh?” That had your husband huffing in short laughter, shaking his head.

“We’re lucky to have found each other.” You smiled softly, kissing every expanse of skin as you could reach. Hotaru leaned down as he entered his workspace once more, setting you down on the bed as he went back and closed the door. You started to get up until he shot you a glare. Stilling, you looked up at him in question. “I think you should make it up to me. Seeing how you interrupted my work, drugged me, harassed me…”

Laughing incredulously, you gave him a look. “Make it up to you? And how exactly should I do that, Mr. Haganezuka?”

The massive man in front of you merely smirked, licking his lips. Letting his hand caress your cheek, he soon found his way and tangled up in your hair. Giving it a tug, he made you look up at him from your knees. “Surely you can think of something, Mrs. Haganezuka.”

You whimpered softly, shining eyes looking up at him. “As long as you don’t overexert yourself.” He smiled softly, assuring you he wouldn’t before you scooted forward on your knees. “Good. Well then, let me make it up to you, my love.” His cheeks flushed slightly as you tugged at his baggy work pants, long since stained and patched over a dozen times.

Kissing his belly, you pulled down the fabric bit by bit, until finally his semi hard cock was freed and they pooled around his ankles. Slipping them off, along with his shoes, you then gently removed his socks as well, kissing his knees once you finished. Hotaru covered his face with one hand, the loving and intimate gesture flustering him.

You hummed, kissing his thighs as you peered up at him, “So cute~ My husband is the most wonderful man in the country. I’m the luckiest person to have had the honor of marrying him.” With a smile still on your lips, you brought one hand to hold his shaft gently, listening as he hissed.

Licking his underside up to his tip, you kissed him there cutely, making a loud smooching sound. You loved being able to do this, to help him feel good. You knew he didn’t bother getting himself off when he wasn’t with you, always too focused on his work. Occasionally he would take you during his work, but almost always it was when you were at home together.

Slipping the tip of his cock into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around him, petting the underside where you knew he was sensitive. He sighed above you, hand tangling in your hair as he rocked his hips forward a bit. Along with his muscle and weight gain over the months, his cock had swelled as well, filling out your mouth and throat deliciously.

You moaned as you took him deeper, eyes closing as you tasted him. Soon, he was panting above you, your hot wet mouth slipping him in and out. It wasn’t as good as your cunt, but he adored seeing you on your knees for him, especially knowing what a prideful person you were, how you could be compared to him in hotheadedness - yet here you were. Happily sucking him off on your knees, and soon you’d be spreading your legs and begging him to be inside you.

Moaning loudly, he held the back of your head and sunk deeper into your mouth, tip reaching the back of your throat. You smiled, eyes opening and peering up at him. One hand squeezed and rubbed the base of his shaft as the other held his package in your hand. He was heavy and full, further proof he hadn’t touched himself in some time.

Wiggling in your spot, you pulled back, popping him from your mouth as you licked along his shaft. He leaned forward, bracing one palm against the wall of the shack as the other held your hair. He watched as you licked all around his cock, hand tracing his veins as you made your way to the base of him. Nuzzling his dark bush, you met his eyes once more, dipping lower to kiss and lick his package.

Hotaru moaned, letting his head fall back and his eye close, basking in the feeling of you lavishing him with your mouth. You hummed, laughing softly before licking and sucking on his tight bundle. Kissing him all over, you slipped to the other side before repeating yourself.

Your hands didn’t stop, massaging where your mouth wasn’t and gently jerking him off. You whispered his name softly, listening as he moaned in response. Lips curling into a broad grin, you left his package and went back to swallowing his cock. He moaned louder, hand twisting in his hair as you slipped him nearly all the way into your throat.

He gave you time to adjust to him, knowing it had been some time since you’d last had him in your mouth. Panting as you worked him deeper, he moaned as you whined around him, gagging softly. Your wide eyes watched him as you continued to suck him off, head bobbing as you relaxed your throat and took him all. Hotaru moaned loudly as he bottomed out in your mouth. Soft package against your jaw.

He watched you as he tugged your hair, pulling free from your mouth before holding you still and pressing back inside. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling slightly before he repeated himself. Seeing as you moaned and grabbed his thighs, not fighting back against him, he took control, hands holding the back of your head as he began to fuck your face.

Panting, he quickly became a moaning mess, cock slipping down your throat with each thrust. You gagged and drooled around him, muffled sounds echoing around his shaft as he fucked you fast. Your nails bit into his skin as you cried out around him, hips wiggling as you sat on your legs on the bedding.

Hotaru grit his teeth, hissing as he felt his climax coming. Gasping for air, he cried out as he bent forward a bit, hands pressing against the base of your head, tilting you up slightly. You moaned loudly, the wet sounds of him fucking your mouth mixing in with your own pleasured noises. “Fuck!” His voice was rough, pulling your hair as he tossed his head back.

You whimpered, nails scratching him as he pounded your throat. With another loud shout, he finished inside, filling your mouth and throat with hot cum. You moaned longingly, tears slipping past your lashes and gasping for air through your nose.

Hotaru panted above you, his hips moving much slower as your tongue pushed against his shaft and licked up all the cum around him. Hissing as you slowly began to overstimulate him, he held your hair and pulled himself from your mouth, gasping as he was freed and letting his head fall back once more.

You coughed softly, rasping breaths leaving your shining lips before you wiped your mouth. Looking up at him, you hummed softly until he met your gaze. “Is that all my sweet husband wants?” You licked your lips, giggling as he glared at you.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” You squealed as he kneeled down, twisting your hair in his fist before he leaned down and bit your neck. You cried out as he moved his mouth over you, biting, kissing, and sucking your skin. “If you think that’s enough to make it up to me, you’re more deluded than I thought.”

You gasped, slapping his back before moaning as he slipped his hand between your legs. “H-Hotaru~”

Letting him readjust you, you sighed as you soon found yourself on your back. Easily, your husband stripped you down, repeating your earlier actions with just as much love and kindness. You writhed subtly, excited to see how he would take you. “Remember to be careful of your wounds, okay?”

He huffed as he slid between your soft thighs, immediately grabbing your legs and spreading them wide apart. You squealed, covering your face as he exposed you. Smirking at your sudden bashfulness, he brought you closer to him. Hotaru couldn’t help but sigh at the intense heat radiating off your wonderfully soaked cunt.

Whining, you wiggled your hips, peeking at him through your fingers. When he didn’t move, you pouted, folding your arms under your chest and making your breasts bounce. “‘Taru!” He raised a brow, looking down at you as his cock rested against your slit.

You whined louder, trying to wrap your legs around his waist but his hands wouldn’t budge from their tight grip on your ankles. “Beg for it.”

His low gravelly tone had you moaning. “Please, Hotaru, please! I want you inside me, want you to fill me up and make love to me! Please, please, ‘Taru!”

He blushed suddenly, your sweet desperate voice echoing in his head. Sighing before smiling softly, he moved his hands to hold your thighs and slip them around his waist. Guiding his cock to your soaked cunt, he whispered gently to you, “I’ll make love to you as much as you want, my perfect wife.”

You sighed as he slipped inside you, arching your back and hands grabbing the soft bedding on either side of your head. “Hotaru~ You feel so amazing! I’ve missed you so much, you belong inside me.” Your flushed cheeks were hot as he rocked his hips gently into yours. Bracing his hands on either side of your head, holding your gaze as his hair tumbled down on either side of you, he began a gentle pace.

His cock barely left you before sinking inside you once again, listening as you sighed and moaned. Watching your chest instead, he picked up speed, watching as you bounced and cried out for him. He panted above you, stamina still not quite rebuilt but loving how it felt to press his hips against yours.

As he continued to fuck you, his mind wandered to all the nights he had spent along here in his workshop while you were all alone in your shared bed at home. Growling to himself, his eye flicked up to your expression. He moaned as you were smiling, biting your lip and crying out as he quickly fucked you. “Hotaru! Y-You feel so good, please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop- ahh!”

He groaned lowly, hand gripping one of your thighs and moving so it was pressed to his chest. Choking out a moan, he felt himself slip deeper inside you. You must not have been touching yourself on your own considering how tight your cunt was wrapped around him. Sweat gathered on his brow as he bucked his hips against you. “Fuck!”

Your heat was overwhelming, possessing every thought in his head as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside. with a harsh grunt, he grabbed your other thigh, pressing both to his chest as he leaned down close over you, folding you closer to yourself as he pressed deep inside you. “‘Taru! Fuck- ahh~ please!”

Dragging your nails down his back, he moaned lasciviously. He loved when you left marks on him, it made him want to expose his upper half more often, to show off the love marks his beautiful wife left on him for other smiths to see when they visited him as he was working. He loved how they became flustered or jealous, and it fueled his obsession with you. He loved knowing you marked him up and everyone else knowing that as well.

He cried out as you squeezed around him, “Fuck! I-I’m close-” His voice was strained, and he watched as you looked up at him adoringly, cheeks and body hot as you panted under him. You bounced with each powerful thrust, small moans leaving you every time. Squeezing his eye shut, his fingers twisted in the sheets, “C-Can’t-” He gasped for air, trying to hold back so you could finish before him.

Feeling your hands tangled up in his hair, he moaned as you pulled it, amber gaze meeting your own lustful eyes. “Want you to- ahh! Want your cum, fuck! Finish in-inside me, please ‘Taru! Fill me up, want it all, ahh~” Your wanton moans stoked the fire deep inside his belly, shoulders straining as he felt his climax approach.

With a loud moan, he burst inside you, hot cum filling you up. He continued his pace, thick cock stretching you out. He loved how he could feel how much hotter it made your messy cunt, your hips folded upwards so not a bit could escape. Slowing down to just rocking his hips against you, he moaned as you whimpered beneath him.

Your face was pinched, gasping and whimpering. “T-Touch me, please, ahh!” He quickly let one hand slip down between you, harsh rough callused fingers rubbing your warm silky clit.

Back arching, you pressed your hips tighter against his as he shuddered. Rubbing you harsh and fast, he whimpered and moaned as you clenched down around him, “Gonna cum! ‘Taru, fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t st- ahhh~” Your voice surrounded him, his hand faltering for only a moment before continued to rub you.

Changing between tight circles and pinching your clit, you bucked against him, whipping your head into the sheets, crying out his name loudly. He was sure if there was anyone remotely nearby, they’d be able to hear you. “Hotaru! Hotaru! Fuck!” Ripping the sheets in your hands, you finished on his semi hard cock.

Your husband cried out, shoving his fingers against your clit roughly, feeling himself be milked of the last bit of cum he still had. Bucking his hips, he whimpered as you squeezed him in a vice, hot wet cunt tighter around him than you had ever been. He gasped as he felt himself being easily overstimulated, especially considering you had sucked his soul from his cock earlier.

You panted as you came back down from your high, unfocused and bleary eyes staring up at the ceiling of the building as Hotaru slowly unwound your legs from his body. He swallowed thickly, throat dry as he finally laid you flat. Shuffling to the water jug he had in the shack, he poured some into the empty teapot, praying you had only drugged his cup and not the pot itself.

Crawling back towards you, he laid heavily at your side, propping you up slightly to pour water into your mouth. He watched as you drank slowly, pulling it away as you waved a hand to show you were done. Drinking some as well, he set it down carefully before dropping down next to you.

He dragged your body close to his, tangling the two of you up. His thoughts were blissfully empty as he hugged you tight. The only thing that mattered in that moment was that you were in his arms and happy. Kissing your crown, his gruff voice echoed in your empty head, “I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

Watching as you passed out, he let his eyes close as well, the warm night air surrounding your heated bodies. Feeling the previous weeks of nonstop work and fatigue catch up to him, he let himself fall asleep as well. Perhaps when you both woke back up, and praying he wasn’t tied up once more, the both of you could soak in the hot springs.