#nmz.gorou

[noomiisz]

Petting Gorou in his sleep. Gently massaging the sensitive parts of his ears. You hear him moan out a little in his sleep, body lightly twitching from your touches. Massaging intensively makes him whimper and start to produce words. "mm-maammmm.ngggnghh" almost. His tail swishing from side to side and pressing his head more into your thighs for more warmth.

You notice him rubbing his legs together clearly in hopes of friction. Gorou's body is unable to bring his hands to where he needs them while he dreams, so his body resorts to humping the air which seemed like it would be equally unsastifying until his moans got louder. The words from his mouth were clear as could be.

"Mmngg ppleaasseee. . Pleaaasseee." Even though his eyes are closed, his fave is flushed and Gorou is panting like a bitch in heat.

"N-nneeedd mhhngnnn. . M- nnneedd moorree."

He's so horny from a simple head masaage. His eyes are slightly open now but it doesn't seem like he's aware he's awake yet. Eyes glossed over with lust, and that's probably the only thing he can think of.

When you start praising him, he's clutching onto your legs, wanting to be close to you. You can see a wet patch appear in his pants.

Leaning in you whisper more praises in his ear, enjoying the whimpers and puppy-like whines. Telling him "look what you've done to you pants" and taking your other free hand to give his dick a little friction.

He ends up coming with a howl. "Aaah-ah ah awooo t-thank youuu-+nggf" Gorou's hips gittering from the contact. You give him a kiss covering up most of his voice, leaving it only for you to your ears. Tongu lapping everwhere with no control showing how brainless his actions are. His cum piling upon your fingers, and you can't help but get him to suck on it after relenting from the kiss. "Nggh thank yoummgphff. . " Such a good puppy.

And he hasn't even awknowledged any of this was real yet.

[noomiisz]

Snapping the collar into place, you see Gorou's ears instinctively twitch. His face is beet red, and he's uncontrollably wagging his tail. The tight grasp of his collar felt ever so good. The leash that tugs at it leads him to stare at you.

A quick yank and he's on the ground with embarrassment. Part of him wants to crawl to your side, the other wants to get back up because of his pride .

Pet him right between the ears. Massage hid sensitive bits. It'll send him mewling. To act on instinct will come naturally. Force him to try and say what he wants or else you won't continue, but all you can get out of him are those high pitched whimpers.

If he's not into the subby headspace, force him into pet play (consensually of course) and have him spout "woofs" and low quality "barks" then praise him for being a good boy.

"Mmngh. . Ma-masterraaa mmgghh. . Tig . . . Tightterr. . ."

[noomiisz]

I played Gorou's hangout. Now, I'm in not usually one for the feminine or childish characyers, but Gorou hit different. I'm so weak for him.

[noomiisz]

CW: Reader Death, Death Grieving

Summary: Gorou doesn't know what is right anymore.

Hi this is Angst. I had this in my drafts and I'm procrastinating.

Once he thought it didn't matter how your relationship would play out. It was already a difficult relationship as it is. When the vision hunt decree came about, that's when the communication stopped anyways.

You were loyal to the shogun, through and through. Gorou was a leader in the rebellion. An unfortunate line of events.

On many of occasions, he ran away from the tormented look on your face. Your bow aimin for his body, but your heart too reluctant to let go of the string.

You were a soldier. Luckily enough not significant to be punished for an adequate job. However, he was a captain. He wasn't allowed to hesitate. People received his orders. People went to him for advice. People looked at him.

And so he counts every scratch he's ever left on your arms, legs, your face. Piled up memories he left in a vault deep within his subconscious. Except for one that lingers like the scar left right below your neck.

A knife scar that won't heal and all caused by him in an attempt to let his soldiers flee by using you as bait. Sara was a good leader, but what a cowardly move it was depsite it working.

Those memories may have been the reason he picked up the bow again. More distance meant that it would be harder to figure out who he was targeting. Less times he needed to hit you.

But you could guess that the plan backfired. Being near you meant you were an occupied target. No one else would try to fight you. No one else would go all out.

That must've been why it hurts his chest even now to think of the spear piercing yours. Gorou grips the phantom staff in his chest. Your reaction seconds too late from what had already happened, but your instinct to look for him was not.

He could see your face, the final reactions and thoughts you had. A crying smile already giving into something it didn't want.

Gorou yells for retreat. He needed to get you to safety. He has to help you. He's sorry he- soldiers in enemy clothing are dragging you away.

You were getting so much farther away.

It's too far.

Yet he could still see the wound.

It looks like this one would scar too.

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Gorou stands at an informal grave, one he has to keep secret and which doesn't even contain the body that it is dedicated to.

Another letter placed ontop of a growing pile, all seemingly untouched. The first few precariously placed under the stone as if it were meant for a secret exchange, but the fresher looking envolopes carelessly placed ontop of one another as if giving up on the secret.

Maybe someone will end up finding out where this grave is one day. Would that make you happy? Gorou doesn't know any more. All the choices he's made have just become more and more difficult.

Once, he thought this relationship would be find despite your circumstances. Never really thought about the future ahead as he did now. It was very difficult. Maybe he should have thought about it more. Maybe he wouldn't have to think about the scars.