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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you 🖤

Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship

Word Count: 3182

The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds —

The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.

The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.

The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.

Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.

Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.

But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.

His heat.

Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

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“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

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And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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stylesloveclub · 1 year

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Pleasing (grumpy h blurb)

In which Harry's acting kinda grumpy, and y/n helps him... destress. :)

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Harry’s hand slams onto his phone, muting the blaring chimes of his 6 AM alarm. His head hurts and his eyes are heavy, and the thought of having to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to a business meeting when it’s still dark outside makes his feel physically ill.

He’s tired… beyond tired. Last night had been another one of his annual “In-Chef nights.” He’d been up on his feet, cooking meal after meal from 6 PM all the way until midnight, and had then spent an additional two hours with his staff cleaning up. He’d driven home in the cold rain, and didn’t even have enough energy to change into his pajamas when he got home. He just stripped down to his briefs, and collapsed into his bed.

Running on barely four hours of sleep, he’s feeling cranky and miserable and irritable. The sound of his alarm has been nagging at him through three snooze cycles, and he knows if he stays in bed any longer, he’s going to be running late.

He forces himself to blink his eyes open. He feels gross and sluggish, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, and letting out a loud groan. The early morning meeting he has today isn’t even one that he’s excited for… he hates the constructors that are helping him open a new Pleasing location in New York. They’re bad communicators, and always make mistakes in the plans that they’ve made. Harry’s a very particular man, he’s picky about the way his food is cooked, a neat freak in his home, and has an organized schedule that he never strays from. So working with these incompetent people, who somehow always manage to royally fuck something up… god it really gets Harry frustrated.

He yanks the blanket off of himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet meet the floor, and it’s ice cold. Great.

This is just fucking great.

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“Jesus fucking christ.”

Harry takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes to calm himself. It doesn’t work. His nostrils are flaring and his eyes have turned a dark, angry shade of green. “I fuckin’ said last week that I wanted gas stoves. So why is there an order for six electric stove tops?”

Ian, the contractor, fumbles in front of Mr. Styles, cheeks turning red. “Uh-um, t-the installation of the electric stoves was cheaper.”

“What did I explicitly ask for,” Harry seethes.

“Err– t-the gas–”

“So what in your right mind made you think that I’d be okay with this?”

“I– well, sir, we just wanted to go with the option that was more affordable–”

“Do you think I give a fuck which one is cheaper?” Harry yells. “For fuck’s sake, I’m running a multi-million business!” He slams the papers he’d been holding onto the desk in front of him and stands up angrily, his chair scratching loudly against the hardwood floors. “Get this fixed, today,” he says before storming out of the conference room and slamming the door behind him.

He locks himself into his office, and sits in his chair, rubbing his red-veined eyes. He’s too tired to have to deal with all this shit today. How hard is it for people to follow instructions? His life would be so much easier if everyone else didn’t fuck up so much.

He sits there for a few minutes with his head in his hands, fingers still rubbing at his eyes to try and soothe away the burning feeling he feels every time he opens them. His head is starting to hurt, a pounding migraine so intense that he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and his stomach hurts. All he had to eat today was a black coffee before he went into that horrific meeting five hours ago.

Yes, the one hour meeting they had planned had ended up taking five hours instead. He literally had to clear his schedule to fix all the fucking mistakes that they were making. They’d chosen the wrong tiles for the floor, ordered the wrong stove tops for the kitchen, and had designed all of the countertops to be one inch too low… it literally pained him to be working with such incompetent designers.

And now he was behind on his work.

He lets out a tired sigh and turns on his desktop, opening his emails. The bright screen makes his eyes sting, and he has to squint to read the tiny word on the screen. He scrambles around in his drawers and finds his reading glasses, but still, the words blur together and make his head hurt. He bares with the pain, and spends an hour or so responding to emails and filling out paperwork, until there’s a knock at his door.

“What is it?” he calls out a bit snappily, not looking up from his paperwork.

He hears the door jiggle, trying to open but struggling against the lock. “It’s me, Mr. Styles!”

Immediately, he puts his pen down and unlocks the door for his sweet y/n to come in. She’s holding a plate of food for him, and looks up at him with her pretty smile, cheeks warm and dimpled with kindness.

“Hey puppy,” he murmurs, surprised. She hadn’t come in for the majority of this week because she had finals. In fact, she just had her physics final just this morning.

“Hi!” she says enthusiastically, entering his office. “Teddy told me that you’ve been here since 8, n’that you haven’t eaten anything all day.” She looks up at him with her adorable bambi eyes, “How come you’re allowed to scold me for not eating enough at work when you’re skipping meals too?”

He smiles lightly, “you’re right puppy, that’s hypocritical of me.”

“Very hypocritical,” she nods resolutely. “So, I brought you some food! I had Teddy make it, ‘cos I know he’s your favorite.”

His stomach growls at the sight of the fettuccini alfredo in front of him. He’s starving but he’d been way too caught up in his work to think about getting up to get himself any food. “Thank you,” he says, taking the plate from her and picking up her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.

“It smells yummy, so I want some too,” she says, sitting down on the chair behind his desk. “But we gotta eat it quick, ‘cos I’m supposed to get back out there in five minutes.”

“Thought you weren’t meant to come in today?” he says, sitting down next to her.

“I wasn’t scheduled,” she says, shoving a forkful of the pasta into her mouth, “but then Grace texted me asking if I could cover for her. She got the flu.”

Harry hums, grabbing a tissue from his desk, and wipes off the little bit of white sauce clinging onto y/n’s lips, her mouth full of deliciously creamy and garlicky pasta. “How were your exams?”

She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t talk about it. So hard, but everyone else said it was super hard too, so hopefully there’s a fat curve.” She claps her hands excitedly, “But at least I’m done! No more school for the rest of the month!!!”

Despite his initial grumpy mood, he can’t help the smile that graces his face. His girlfriend is literally the cutest thing in the world, especially when she gets all giddy and excited like this. She’d been really stressed out and MIA all week because of her exams, so it’s refreshing to see his lively and happy y/n again.

“So proud of you puppy,” he says, cupping her cheek and giving her a kiss.

She twirls a forkful of pasta for Harry and feeds it to him. “Are we gonna hang out tonight?” she asks.

“Of course. Need t’cuddle tonight, you’ve been so busy I feel neglected.” Just sitting with y/n for a few minutes has already calmed Harry down, the stress in his body fizzling away.

She giggles cutely. “Okay baby. We can spend alllll night together.”

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The ache in his stomach fades away after finishing the pasta that y/n brought for him, and after popping an advil, he feels his headache start to slowly go away as well. He’d gotten an email that the electric stove tops had been returned and that an order for the gas ones had been put in, so he’s feeling more relaxed about that as well.

He lounges around in his office until y/n is done with her shift, and they sneak out the back exit to head home together. He’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh, and he’s feeling much better than he was this morning when he’d been all grumpy and stressed out.

When they get to a stop light, his phone rings. He thinks nothing of it when he picks up, not even looking at the caller id. “Hello?” he answers casually.

“Er– Hi, Mr. Styles.”

Harry rolls his eyes. It’s Ian on the phone. “What’s going on?” he says tersely.

“Um… so we figured out the stove issue, which is great…”

The light turns green. “Okay…?” Harry says, slightly annoyed.

“So… well– the stove company said that the shipment is gonna take a few weeks, which is gonna put the construction schedule behind since we can’t install the countertops until we put the stoves in, which means…” Harry sighs in disappointment, already knowing what’s coming. “Well, it means that the restaurant might not be ready for the opening date that we’d set.”

“Ian,” Harry’s knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel, and he’s using every cell in his body to keep his voice steady so that he doesn’t start yelling in front of y/n. “When I signed that contract with you, didn’t we agree it would be done in three months?”

“I– yes, it’s really unfortunate–” Ian stammers, but Harry cuts him off.

“I don’t want to hear fuckin’ excuses,” Harry bites. “We signed a contract.”

“Sir, I don’t know what to tell you,” Ian says casually.

“How about we start with the fact that this issue could’ve been completely avoided had you simply followed the plan that we had agreed upon?” Harry’s voice is steadily rising, an angry fire to his tone. “Or how much money you’ve already cost me from all the mistakes you’ve made? I signed a contract and I expect the deadline to be met. It’s far too late to push back the opening of the restaurant.”

“It’s out of my control–” Ian tries to explain, but Harry won’t hear it.

“Jesus christ, do I need to do everything for you?” Harry bursts. “Call the company and tell them the delivery is for Harry Styles! Figure it out with the investors, pay them extra! We will not be pushing the date back, not when we’ve already invested so much into it.” Harry hangs up the phone angrily and throws it into his lap. “Fucking hell,” he breathes angrily.

Y/n sits next to him quietly, her eyes wide. “Everything okay?” she asks timidly.

“S’fine,” he bristles tersely, pulling into his parking spot. He puts the car in park and gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him with such aggression that y/n winces for the car.

Scrambling behind him like a little puppy, she follows him into his penthouse. There’s an angry furrow in his brow as they ride up the elevator, and his lips are pressed together in a frustrated line as he types out a message on his phone. He storms into the kitchen without even glancing at y/n, and pours himself a glass of ice cold water to maybe help himself calm down.

Y/n stands shyly behind the kitchen counter, not saying anything but watching him quietly.

“Just a second, puppy,” he says, his tone impatient and clipped, pushing past her to head into his home office. He dials the number of one of his restaurant’s business partners on the phone, and spends nearly half an hour figuring out what they were going to do.

“I want a new fuckin’ contractor,” Harry rants.

His partner. Niall, gives out a hearty laugh, “I know mate, but don’t worry. I’ll figure it out for ya. I know the guys over there, I’ll give ‘em a ring and see if they can get your appliances sent over any quicker.”

“Thank you,” he mutters gratefully. Finally, there was someone who knew how to get shit done. He hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly. His headache is back and his neck and shoulders hurt from being so tense.

Y/n knocks on his office door, and he sighs heavily. “Not now, puppy, v’got to send some emails.”

She steps in, despite the fact that he’s dismissed her, with sad eyes and a pout on her lips. “If this is how it’s gonna be all night then… I’m just gonna go home.”

His eyes snap up. “What?”

“You’re working and being all… grumpy,” she says quietly. “So I’m gonna get an uber.”

“Y/n, don’t be like that.” He looks at her with an exasperated look. “Something important came up, v’got to deal with it.”

“I’m not trying to be like anything,” she shrugs. “You’re stressed out and you don’t wanna talk, so I feel like I’m just annoying you by being here.”

“Baby…” he sighs, rolling away from his desk and getting up to go stand in front of her. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest in a shy, almost protective manner, and she has her bag hanging off of her shoulder, fully prepared to leave. Standing in front of her, he can see the sadness in her eyes. “Don’t go, m’sorry.”

“I know you’re upset…” she whispers, looking down at the floor, “but that doesn’t give you the right to be snappy with me. It hurts my feelings.”

Oh, his precious girl, so sweet and sensitive. His heart breaks a little bit, knowing that he’d made her sad… he’d been so caught up in his own stress that he’d neglected her feelings. He knows that she was probably so excited to come over after having finished all her exams… and he knows that she’s sensitive. She gets teary eyed whenever someone uses a stern voice with her, cries for days if she ever gets yelled at. Of course it would hurt her when he pushes her aside and snaps at her to leave him alone.

He pulls her into his chest, “Sweetheart, you’re right, m’sorry. I shouldn’t be takin’ it out on you, you’ve done nothing but been sweet t’me all day.” She’d brought food for him when he was hungry, was cheerful and lovely on the car ride home, and had tried to talk to him when he was upset… only to get pushed away at the end of the night.

“I wanna stay, but not if you’re gonna be mean,” she says into his chest.

He presses a kiss to her hair, “no, m’done puppy. Not gonna be mean, promise. Please, stay?”

She looks up at him and smiles softly. “Okay,” she puckers her lips and leans up for a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

He smooths his hand over her hair, and rests his head atop her cheek, still hugging her close. She’s warm and smells sweet… holding her in his arms is all he wants to do for the rest of his life.

“How about I go take a shower while you send your emails, and then we can go to bed?” she suggests, pulling away.

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. No more emails tonight, I can send them in the morning.” It’s late at night anyways, it wouldn’t make a difference if he sent them now or tomorrow.

“M’getting in that shower with you.”

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In the shower, y/n washes away all of Harry’s stress and worries. She lathers up the loofah with the rose scented body wash that she keeps in his shower, and rubbed it all over his chest and back and biceps. She even went so far as to lift his arms above his head and scrub his armpits for him, making Harry cackle at how silly she was.

Then, she took his yummy smelling shampoo and had him bend down so that she could wash his hair for him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and scratched at his scalp deliciously, scrubbing his hair as though he were getting spoiled at the salon. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the foamy shampoo dripped down his forehead, but she always made sure to rinse the bubbles away before they got into his eyes.

They got out and dried themselves together, standing in front of Harry’s heater in their towels for a few minutes while y/n brushed her hair. He changed himself into only a pair of boxers, while y/n opted to skip on undergarments (it’s very important to let ur pussy breathe!!!), putting on only a pair of thin sleep shorts and one of Harry’s huge t-shirts.

“M’gonna give you a massage,” she tells Harry once they’re both changed, shoving him onto the bed. He chuckles to himself at her weak attempt to manhandle him, but complies easily, settling onto his stomach so that she could straddle his back. She squirts some lotion onto her hands and warms it up between her palms, then rubs it smoothly onto Harry’s broad and muscular back.

“Mm, thank you baby,” he groans. “So good t’me.”

It’s all innocent at first – y/n knows that Harry was stressed out and probably super tense, so she thought giving him a nice massage to work out the knots in his shoulders would be nice. But, of course, with Harry shirtless underneath her, it’s hard for her thoughts to stay completely pure.

Harry’s so strong and muscled… it’s so hot. He feels firm underneath her hands, her palms smoothing over the ridges and curves of the muscles in his toned back. His shoulders are broad and his biceps look huge, even without being flexed or anything. The skin of his back is warm and smooth… so soft and tan. Her mouth waters as she rubs her hands up and down his back.

Her fingers find his shoulders and she kneads them deeply, which makes Harry let out a loud groan. His shoulders are particularly tense, and her little fingers are rubbing the tight knots in them so nicely. “Harder baby,” he grunts, and she obliges. Her thumbs dig deep into the meat of his shoulders and rub in slow, painful circles.

She uses all her strength to massage him. He’s so built, every inch of his back covered with hard muscles, that it takes a lot of energy to really get in there. She has to put her entire weight into her hands and press deep onto his back. Luckily, the lotion made it easy for her to glide over his skin and knead his sore muscles. The groans that he lets out tell her which spots to focus on.

His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. It hurts so good. His cock has started to plump up a bit, twitching every time her delicate fingers knead a particularly painful knot in his back. She keeps rubbing him, digging her fingers into his muscles, and the pressure in his cock grows unbearable.

He flips himself around, unable to deal with it any longer. Y/n gasps at his sudden movement, then finds herself short of breath when she settles herself back down on his lap and feels how hard he is underneath her. Straddling his hips in nothing but her little, thin pair of sleep shorts, she can feel him… feels the curve of his cock, restrained in his boxers, and feels the ridge of his tip nudging against her clit. She’s sure that he can probably feel her pussy too, feel every fold and the tiny bud of her clit.

He smirks up at her when her little pussy flutters around nothing, twitching so delicately against his clothed cock. Her center feels hot, keeping him warm while she sits prettily atop him. “Keep going baby…” he says, voice low and dangerous. “M’arms hurt so much, can you rub ‘em for me?”

He pouts up at her, but it’s a mocking pout. He knows exactly what she’s thinking about, and it’s much more filthy than his innocent request for an arm massage.

Nonetheless, she squirts some more lotion on her hands and brings them down to his strong biceps. He’d been to the gym yesterday for arms, so he wasn’t lying when he said they were sore. But also, that means they’re particularly pumped today, firm and delicious… y/n just wants to bite them.

His hands rest on her hips while she rubs her palms up and down his arms, his thumbs tracing soft circles onto the skin of thigh where her shorts have ridden up. She looks like she’s intently focused on rubbing his arms, but really, she can’t stop thinking about the way his cock feels underneath her. He subtly grips her hips and presses her down harder onto the hard bulge in his pants, and lets out a strained breath through his nose. Y/n similarly feels her breath catch in her throat, her hands pausing momentarily as she flutters her eyes shut.

“Feels so good baby,” he murmurs when her hands migrate up to massage his chest, rubbing circles over his swallows and tracing over his butterfly delicately. It’s a not-so subtle innuendo to fuel the fire of the sexual tension burning between the two of them right now.

The hands on her hips start to slide upwards, under her shirt to rest on her warm tummy. He can see the soft peaks of her nipples poking through the shirt she’s wearing. “Baby… show me y’pretty tits, please?” he begs. He slides his hands even higher until his fingers graze the undersides of her breasts. “Had such a long day, I deserve a treat don’ I?”

“Y-yeah,” she agrees softly, taking her shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. She’s left topless, her perky nipple peaking in the cold air of Harry’s bedroom, and her wet pussy pressed firmly to his hard cock.

She continues rubbing his chest with her tits out, and Harry takes it upon himself to do the same to her. He plays with her tits, holds them in his palms and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Still, it’s not enough.

“Come closer, baby,” he murmurs lowly, guiding her forward. She inches forward slowly, back arching while holding herself up with her arms, until her boobs are hanging in front of Harry’s face.

He sticks his tongue out and leans up, attaching himself to her nipple and sucking it into his mouth gently. His tongue licks the soft bud gently, and he hums happily. “Mmm, baby, so nice to me,” he mutters, switching to her other nipple, “Lettin’ daddy play with your pretty tits ‘cos I had a long day.” Hand engulfs the breast that he’d just hand in his mouth, palming it gently while his tongue plays with the other. His teeth skim her soft skin gently, and he starts sucking. Each purse of his lip and pass of his tongue sends a shock straight down to y/n’s center, and she’s absolutely, totally drenched. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, and she can’t help herself before grinding herself down.

Since she’s lifted herself up to align her tits with Harry’s face, she’s no longer sitting on his bulge, but instead now sitting on the butterfly painted on his abdomen. She presses herself onto his abs, soothing the dull ache that comes each time he hums around her breast.

Her boobs are so plump and plushy, dangling in front of his mouth and covered in his spit. His hands grope her chest sensually, pushing her breasts into his face and letting himself indulge like a teenage boy. He lets them bounce on his face, skimming his lips against them then pulling himself back, teasing himself. He nudges his nose against them, and they jiggle prettily right in front of his face. God, he’s making himself so hard, playing with her tits like this, having them all up in his face. All he can see is her skin, the roundness of her breasts, the soft bud of her nipples. No matter which way he turns his head, he makes contact with her, her nipples skimming his cheeks or his lips dancing against her sideboob.

“Jus-” she gasps when he takes her boob back between his lips and sucks, tongue curling around her nipple, “Jus’ wanna make you happy daddy.”

“Doing so good baby, taking caring of me so well,” he murmurs, barely moving his lips from her skin before reattaching to her areola. “You know what would make daddy so happy?”

“W-what?” she whimpers, pushing her clit down against his hard abs.

“If you got on my cock and got yourself off. Could you do that for me, puppy?”

She nods eagerly and shuffles herself down, shoving Harry’s briefs down. His cock bounces up and slaps against his stomach, the tip completely slick with his own precum and arousal. She doesn’t even bother warming herself or Harry up – the massage and his little play session had gotten both of them 100% ready.

She doesn’t take her sleep shorts off, genuinely too excited to stuff herself full of his cock. Grabbing him by the shaft, she hovers right over his hips and slowly guides him into her dripping cunt. The slide in is easy, absolutely no resistance from how wet she is, and she’s able to bottom out on the first go.

Her hands rest on his chest to support herself, and she starts to lift her hips, up and down, skin meeting skin with every drop down. Her nails dig into his flesh, and it hurts just as good as her massage had. She’s riding him like she never has before – usually she’s a bit of a princess, mostly grinding her clit down and rubbing herself on his cock slowly until her thighs start to burn and she whines for Harry to take over.

Now though, with the way he’d teased her all nice, she’s bouncing on his cock properly, using all her strength to pull herself all the way up, then drop back down. She sets a messy pace for herself, but it doesn’t matter. He’s hitting all the right spots in her, and that’s all she care about.

Harry lies on his back in bliss, her pussy absolute heaven around his cock. Her messy pace and high bounces have her tits jiggling, and Harry pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. “Fuck, puppy, you’re an angel.”

He brings a hand down to rub her at her clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as she grinds herself on him. “Gonna cum baby,” he groans, “Are you close?”

She whines out, and nods messily, eyes shut as she keeps herself going.

Harry throws his head back, and shuts his eyes, rubbing her clit faster and faster until she’s cumming, clenching around his cock and squeezing him so tightly. His vision goes white his ears start to ring, and he’s in absolute heaven.

Y/n collapses onto his chest, and he spurts out long streaks of cum into her warm pussy, balls clenching with every release and his hips twitching upwards, trying to get as deep into her as he possibly can. She lays on top of him heavily, breathing hard with rosy cheeks and a glistening forehead from how hard she’d worked to get them both to their end.

He pulls her up for a kiss. What had he even been stressed about, again?

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bite me // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: knight!jay x princess!reader

genre: royalty!au, fantasy, smut (minors dni) // warning: profanity, mentions of death, unprotected sex, a lot of biting // wc: ~6k

summary: a knight stumbles upon your castle, and unlike anyone you have encountered before, this young man seems to have a scent that you somehow cannot resist.

author’s note: I'm going to be quite honest with you, this fic is long overdue. I planned on releasing it BEFORE enhypen's comeback, since the idea came after I watched their mini-movie where Jay literally got his neck bitten by the actress but moods come and go, ideas appear and fade, so here you go.

initially it was also inspired by their concept pics, the Full ver. of their Dark Blood album, and I also thought of an alternate version (where Jay is the castle resider instead and y/n is the traveler/knight, let me know if that's something you might be interested in).

warning, though, this one might feel a little choppy, a bit hasty, and all over the place. my excuse is that I am drunk in love with Jay, and I take full responsibility.

no taglist this time, I shall let people find this fic on their own.

if you're here, congratulations and welcome! hope you can enjoy this one too.

When Jay heard the words ‘isolated castle’, he was expecting a huge building made of gray bricks with several towers that scraped the sky, sitting in the middle of an endless sea of sand with no roads connected to it. He pictured the sun shining mercilessly on whoever was standing under its light, and he was slightly worried about finding a source of water, as well as food.

Yet here he was, standing on top of a plush bed of grass, staring at the stone path that led to the castle in front of him. It was made of bricks, yes, but they were in the shade of copper, a warm and inviting kind of brown. The castle had no tower, or none that he could see so far, but it stood tall and mighty despite being surrounded by luscious greens and equally tall trees.

Jay reached for the worn-out map in his satchel, but as he stretched his arm, he winced from the sharp stinging pain that he had been feeling since hours ago. He did not know exactly when or how he injured himself—maybe he slept wrong, or maybe he used his hand wrong, or maybe it was just destined for everything to go wrong—but he was sure he had arrived at his destination.

During his years of training to become a knight, Jay had read countless tales, not minding if they were fact or fiction, and he had gained enough knowledge to go on a lot of missions alone. The townspeople were very supportive of him, as it was expected that the men in each family each take a role that was beneficial for the kingdom.

Fortunately, since he managed to capture the attention of the princess, Jay was soon handpicked by the king and queen to become their future son-in-law. When they found out that he was a knight, though, they became quite concerned with the tasks and duties that he had to perform. Eventually, Jay had to promise them he would not die no matter what, and it was a tough one to keep.

As happens in every other kingdom, it was customary for a member of the royal family to request an item as a form of dowry. Since Jay was not exactly born into royalty, he was given a task that would get the princess her dowry as well as prove Jay’s aptitude as a knight.

To retrieve the lost diadem of the Panthera onca.

The sound of his metal boots clinking against the rocky path made the resident of the castle open the doors before he could even reach them. You stood in front of him, and he thought your figure was unlike anyone he had seen before. To start, you were glowing. For some reason, the sunlight shined on your slightly tan skin, and it did not help that the outfit you were wearing was made of a sheer fabric that showed a bit of your curves and more of your skin. Second, you were—

“Are you alright?”

Your voice started ringing in Jay’s ears, and he realized how parched he felt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal, or a sip of water, and the sprain in his arm from falling off his horse was not the only injury that he had. Jay reached his hand up to take off his headgear, and his slightly long hair fell immediately to cover his forehead.

“I,” he began, “I need water.”

And then everything went pitch black.

---

Jay woke up to the sound of birds outside the window, and he instantly noticed that he was lying down in bed. His heavy armor was long gone from his body, and he was only wearing the undergarments he came with. He started backtracking, trying to remember what happened, but then he heard water splashing, so he hopped off the bed and headed directly for the window.

The same woman who opened the castle doors for him was taking a dip in one of the most lavish pools he had ever seen. It was not like Jay had never been to a castle before, but something about this place seemed magical and just so different. He watched as you took laps in the water, and when you emerged out of it, you brushed your hair back as you looked up, and if he did not step away from the window, you would have caught him staring.

Jay sat back on the bed and began to think. Did you undress him? Did you tend to his wounds? Did you carry him up to the second floor by yourself? Are you alone in this castle?

He heard a couple of knocks on his door, and he flinched in his seat. “Come in?” he said timidly.

You pushed the door open and walked in with your hair half-wet, and you were wearing a different gown than before. You were holding a tray that had little trinkets that were supposed to help you with treating Jay’s injury. As you walked up to him, Jay pulled his feet up to the bed and scooted further until his back was against the headboard.

“It’s time to dress your wounds,” you sighed, looking down and avoiding eye contact. “Can you do it alone?”

“I have so many questions right now,” Jay said in a hushed voice as he watched your hands place the tray on top of the bed.

“I’m sure you do,” you replied, scrunching your nose and looking away. “I have to attend to something else, so please.”

You pushed the tray slightly towards Jay and looked at him for a split second before you broke eye contact again. Jay frowned as his eyes followed your movements, and when you disappeared behind the door, he let out a huge sigh that he had been holding in.

The questions he had in his mind multiplied, and he was determined to find the answers soon.

---

Jay had fallen asleep again, and when he woke up this time it was almost dark outside. The faint light of the sun entered his room through the window, and just as he was adjusting his eyes, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said, with more confidence this time.

You had changed into yet another gown and your hair was up in a bun. The tray you were carrying had healing herbs and a plate filled with mashed potatoes and other roasted vegetables. When you tried to put the tray on Jay’s bed, he reached out for it and accidentally brushed his hands with yours as he took it away from you.

“Sorry, I,” Jay’s voice hung in the air as he noticed you take a few steps back with unnecessary haste, “I must be bothering you. You don’t have to bring food here.”

“Oh, I have to,” you replied. “There is nowhere else for you to eat.”

“You mean there is no dining room?” Jay asked, setting the tray in front of him.

“There is, but we don’t use it.”

“We?” Jay asked again, seemingly intrigued. “So, there are other people in this castle?”

“Not at this hour,” you shook your head slowly before looking at him. “I just meant myself. And since you are here, we.”

Jay could not help but notice the way you would scrunch your nose once in a while after talking to him as if you had smelled something foul or your nose was itchy. He began sniffing himself out of self-cautiousness, and when he did not find anything wrong, he became even more confused.

“I suggest you stay for another fortnight,” you continued. Your eyes were set on the left side of his waist, and you tilted your chin pointing to that area. “Your wound has to heal completely.”

“Right, about that,” Jay sat up straight and pulled his top up.

You blinked and immediately looked the other way, not wanting to stare at his bare body. Jay noticed your behavior and smirked to himself.

“I actually can’t reach this part very well since I sprained my arm too,” he said, pointing to his side. “I mean, I could, but it’s quite painful.”

You sighed heavily before licking your lips, and you thought it would be easier to get it done as quickly as possible. You grabbed the chair that faced the vanity and sat it beside Jay’s bed. You reached for the herbs and kept your eye around Jay’s wound, trying your best not to look up into his eyes.

“Are you a princess?” Jay asked carefully, keeping his eyes on you.

You nodded as you cleaned the edges of Jay’s wound, dabbing his skin with a damp cloth.

“Then why are you in this castle alone, Your Highness?” he asked again, adjusting his position, and pulling his top higher.

You paused to look at him for a while, but you managed to avoid his eyes. “It’s a long story,” you finally replied.

“I am a good listener,” Jay said, smiling at you.

You looked out the window and noticed that the sun was almost gone, so you sped up the process and in turn made Jay flustered. The movements of your hands became hasty, and you were sure you pressed on his wound a little too hard because you heard him hiss, but you knew you had to leave the room as soon as you were done.

“Eat your dinner and rest up,” you said as you stood up, wiping your hands with a cloth and brushing the skirt of your gown down. “I will see you in the morning.”

“Your Highness…”

The door slammed behind you and Jay was too shocked to even form a proper reaction.

“…I don’t even know your name,” he murmured to himself, staring blankly at the door and then at the food you had served him.

---

Jay woke up the next morning to the sound of a horse neighing. He recognized it and immediately jumped out of bed, making his way to the window as he winced in pain at the sudden movement of his arms. He spotted you in the courtyard with three other people he had never seen before, and since he was already feeling better, he decided to approach you.

When Jay entered the courtyard, you were stepping away from the horse, letting the castle’s servants tend to it instead since you figured it grew uneasy around your presence. As you took a couple steps back, though, you felt a pair of hands hovering over your shoulder.

“Whoa,” Jay said in a low voice. “Careful, Princess.”

You turned around and stood straight, nodding your head slightly to greet your guest.

“We found him in the woods this morning,” you explained without waiting for Jay to ask. “I assume he is yours.”

“Thank you,” Jay replied, already approaching his horse. In an instant, the black beast calmed down. “His name is Shadow.”

You nodded and observed the way Jay patted his horse, speaking to him in a calm manner and handling him in the gentlest way you had ever seen a man treating an animal. For a second, you witnessed the way the color of Jay’s face shifted, and you saw him as a commoner with a huge love for creatures instead of a wounded knight.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, breaking your own distraction. “I suppose you can handle him now. I’ll have my people take care of him too.”

Your castle staff hovered around you and spoke to you in whispers, and you responded to them in a similar way, stealing glances at Jay. When you noticed him glancing back at you, you turned around and started walking away with your staff.

“What’s wrong with you, boy?” Jay spoke to Shadow. “You’re usually friendly to strangers. Pretty princesses too, mostly.”

Shadow snorted as he shook his head, almost hitting Jay in the face with his long mane.

---

As the hours went by, you tried your best to keep a distance from the knight in your castle. Every time Jay asked you a question, you would answer accordingly, trying not to give out too much information. After all, he was a stranger in your place, and you always had your walls up when it comes to protecting yourself.

It wasn’t until Jay revealed the reason he was out and about around your castle’s ground that you became instantly defensive. You were tending to his wounds and scars, the last of them, and once he mentioned the lost diadem, you let go of the cloth in your hands, letting it fall to the floor.

“You’re looking for the diadem?” You asked, not because you didn’t hear him the first time, but because you needed confirmation.

“Do you know where it is?” He asked back, eyes looking at yours full of hope.

You shook your head. “You shouldn’t be looking for it. Many men have died trying to possess it. It wouldn’t be any different this time.”

Jay frowned and almost chuckled. “So, you do know about it? I’m sure if you tell me, I can give it a—”

You snatched the tray away from his bed, your feet scurrying to leave his room as fast as you could. Jay’s mouth hung open as he watched you leave, and he was too stunned to do anything else.

That night, Jay realized he must have made a huge mistake. The distance you put between you and him became bigger, and you had tasked your staff to tend to his wounds and bring him his food instead of coming over yourself. This went on for days, and as much as Jay tried to ask your staff about you, he would receive no valuable information.

One night, Jay decided to take matters into his own hands. He had memorized the staff’s schedule, down to the hour that they would come to his room, so he picked a clear slot in the middle of the night to sneak out, determined to find you. Jay was clearly gifted with cat feet since his movements were barely audible, and as he searched through almost the whole castle, he finally heard some noise coming out of what seemed to be the largest room in the building.

He heard what sounded like a purr, and it was so loud that he could almost feel the walls vibrate. Jay pressed his body to the wall, making zero noise as he craned his neck to peek through the open window.

Jay saw you sleeping on the bed in a curled position. He knew it was you since the bedroom looked royal and you were the only person of royalty in this castle, but he had to do a double take.

You were curled up, indeed, but as he adjusted his eyes to the dark, he saw you lifting up your head and yawning.

Except it wasn’t your head. It was the head of a jaguar.

Jay squinted his eyes as his mind tried to make sense of what he was witnessing. You had the head of a jaguar and the paws of one, but your body remained the same. With a hitched breath, Jay leaned back on the wall and shook his head, thinking he was dreaming. He then decided to look a second time and to his surprise, you were already standing by the window.

“Fuck!” Jay shouted, stumbling back and falling to the ground.

You growled at him, keeping your yellow eyes focused on his figure. Jay managed to regulate his breathing and brushed the grass off his thighs before standing up again.

“Princess?” Jay asked, unsure. “Is that you?”

Jay took a step closer to you and you hissed, pulling the curtains down to cover the whole window before your shadow disappeared into the darkness.

---

When Jay woke up in the morning, he thought he had an elaborate and odd dream. He was hoping so, but then he heard a knock on the door before one of your staff opened it and peeked inside.

“The princess is expecting you, Sir,” he said. “At the dining room.”

Jay sat up and massaged his temple before responding. “She wants to see me?”

The man nodded once and was about to leave when Jay cleared his throat.

“Do you know what happens to the princess at night?” Jay asked with a raspy voice. He looked at the man, expecting an immediate answer.

“We all do, Sir.”

Jay sat on his bed as he gathered his thoughts, as well as his strength before he stood up and dressed to go see you. He was determined to find out what this was all about, and he decided to just ask you directly this time, no matter how forward it might seem.

At the dining table, though, all Jay could do was stare at the breakfast plate in front of him. He looked to your side and saw that you only had a glass of water. Jay cleared his throat before picking up a fork and starting a conversation.

“Are you not hungry?” He asked, looking at you warily.

“I already hunted last night,” you answered calmly, toying with your bronze cup of water.

Hunted, he thought. So he was not dreaming.

“I’m sure you have questions,” you continued. “And since you already know…”

“What happened to you, Princess?”

You were not expecting Jay to shoot a question as suddenly as he did, so you almost choked on your own words.

“You’re a knight,” you smiled softly. “You must know a lot of tales. Evil witches. Desperate kings and queens. Cursed princesses. I’m just one of them.”

“But what happened?” Jay asked again, completely abandoning his breakfast.

“It doesn’t matter,” you answered, resting both your hands on the dining table.

“Is that why you avoid me during the night?” Jay continued.

You nodded.

“And is that why you have your staff around only during the day?”

You nodded again.

“You’ve been keeping your distance from me, Princess,” Jay said with a desperate sigh. “Is it because I’m a stranger?”

This time you shook your head. “No.”

“Then, why—”

“It’s because of your scent.”

Jay paused and for a while, you thought he had turned into a statue. “I’m sorry?” He finally responded.

“You have a distinctive scent that makes me…”

Your sentence hung in the air and Jay realized you were choosing the appropriate words to voice your thoughts.

“I don’t feed on humans,” you resumed, “and I would like to keep it that way.”

Is she saying I smell like an animal? Jay thought to himself.

“But if it’s a curse,” Jay spoke again, deciding to shift the topic, “how can it be broken?”

You chuckled to yourself, and Jay swore he had just witnessed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

“What’s the most cliché thing you can think of?” You asked back before patiently waiting for an answer.

“A kiss?” Jay answered in a tone that sounded more like a question.

You snorted and looked away. “The curse can only be broken if someone sincerely falls in love with me. I bet you can imagine how hard that would be.”

Jay took your answer and started backtracking everything in his mind—from the moment he arrived at your castle, to the way you tended to his wounds and took care of him in every way despite keeping your distance. He wondered if you had done the same thing to other knights or travelers who had stumbled upon your castle.

“I was actually hoping I could keep this hidden from you until your time is up,” you said after noticing he had been silent for too long. “Tomorrow, it will be a fortnight since you came here. I was told that you’re perfectly healed, so you can leave as soon as you want.”

Jay followed your movements as you stood up from your seat, pushing it back before you walked over to a shelf on the other side of the room. You pulled open the lowest drawer and took out a headpiece decorated in the most exquisite set of emeralds and diamonds.

“The diadem you’re looking for,” you said, bringing it to him. “Take it with you.”

You waited for Jay to take the diadem out of your hands, but he just stared at it.

“Sir?” You asked, shaking the diadem a little in front of his eyes.

“You said,” Jay began and licked his lips, “you said many men have died trying to possess it. You told me to forget about it.”

“That was because most of those men tried to take it by force. It did not end well. You were a nice guest, well, most of the time if you weren’t lurking around the castle. My staff also told me how kind you are to them.”

Jay tilted his head. “Let me get this right,” he said, “you’re giving the diadem to me just like that because I’m… nice?”

“Also, because I want you to leave.”

For some reason, your statement felt like it stung his heart.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You already told me your story. I’m helping a knight achieve his goal.”

You set the diadem beside Jay’s plate and started walking towards the door.

“I’ll have my staff ready your horse for tomorrow,” you said without looking back. “Live well, dear knight.”

Jay had lost count of the many times you left him alone in a room during his stay in your castle. However, unlike the previous times where all he felt was mostly confusion, this time it hurt.

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It had been days or maybe weeks since Jay left your castle, and although you had grown accustomed to his absence, you could not deny that at times you missed his presence. It was not like you had spent a lot of time together, but you heard from your staff how Jay would behave, how he would treat everyone with kindness and respect, and how gentle he was when it came to animals and plants.

He was unlike any other knight you had met before, but that made him the most dangerous.

Jay did not know that every time you came into his room and caught a whiff of his scent, your eyes glinted in hunger. He was not aware of how hard you were keeping your thoughts to yourself, and he definitely was not aware of how you started to confuse your thoughts with your feelings, thinking that he might be the one who could lift your curse.

The single dream you had was then shattered as quickly as it was built. When you found out that he needed the diadem as a present for his betrothed, you threw all your hope out the window. You wanted to stay civil, though, and you figured that the best way to not act up in front of him was to just stay away from him.

Therefore, you were stunned to find him again on your doorstep this evening. It was almost sunset, and you began to observe his figure under the yellow light. He looked better, healthier, and there was this glow on his face that made him even more handsome.

“Princess,” he greeted you, smiling.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, and your eyes focused on the item in his hand. Your diadem.

“I believe it would be unfair for me to take what is rightfully yours,” Jay said, slightly lifting the diadem.

“What are you doing?” You asked. It was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

“I came back because,” Jay paused, “I want to ask you to marry me.”

You had experienced many odd encounters in your life, but this had to be one of the most bizarre ones.

“This is a sick joke,” you retorted before turning away from him.

“Princess, wait!”

You rushed back into the castle, heading into your room since you knew you were going to change soon. You did not want to end the surprise meeting badly, and your mind was too clouded that you did not notice your staff scurrying back into their chambers, completely ignoring that a knight was chasing after you.

As you finally reached the door to your bedroom, you pushed it open and entered before you slammed it shut. However, you did not hear the door close and when you turned around, Jay was holding it open.

“Please,” Jay begged, looking at you desperately.

You were about to scream at him, but words would not come out, and instead, your voice turned into raspy growls and hisses. Jay let himself inside and closed the door behind him as he witnessed your transformation, and once you were in your jaguar form you jumped onto your bed, trying to get as farther away from him as you could.

“It’s okay,” Jay said, calmly making his way towards you. “You’re okay.”

Jay reached out his hand to your snout and you looked away, sniffing and resting your head on a pillow. It did not deter him, and he even moved closer and made himself comfortable on your bed before placing a hand gently on top of your head.

“It will be okay,” Jay spoke again in a lower tone, a voice of reassurance.

As you felt Jay gently stroking your head, he saw a single tear trickle down your nose. You were gritting your teeth while forcing your eyes closed, trying to block any bestial urges that might arise.

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You woke up with your head on top of Jay’s chest, and the way his chest moved up and down with every breath he took made you gather your senses in a faster manner than usual. You realized he had spent the night with you in your room, and you also remembered how you starved yourself the whole night just so you wouldn’t accidentally hurt him.

You quickly came to the conclusion that a relationship with him would never work, and you began to taint your own thoughts by assuming that he came back to tame you, not because he loved you, and that he only saw you as another quest in his life as a knight. With that, you decided to leave the castle before he wakes up, hoping that if you leave him for long enough, he will yield and return to his kingdom.

Unfortunately, after stumbling upon Shadow in the woods, you were forced to return home, with the horse surprisingly following you in a calm manner as if he knew he was there to serve a purpose. You were worried sick, partly because it was only hours left until sunset and also because there was no other way Jay would leave your castle unless his horse was with him. Sure enough, Jay was waiting for your return and his face lit up the second he saw you approaching the grounds with Shadow beside you.

“You need to leave,” you said, handing over Shadow’s lead line to Jay.

You went inside and after a short while, you thought you were safe and that Jay had left, but once again he tailed you right until you reached your chambers, and by that point, you were too exhausted to drive him away.

“My family disowned me,” you began, not bothering to give any preceding context. “I’m not worthy of marrying you.”

“Princess,” Jay scoffed before he licked his lips. “I’m not even royalty.”

“I can’t stand the thought of holding myself back when you’re around,” you continued, covering your mouth with both your hands. “It will never work.”

Jay stood by your bed as you sat on its edge, looking down and resting your elbows on your thighs as you continued to cover your mouth.

“Bite me.”

You frowned and lifted your head from your hands. “What?”

“All you need to do is to get used to my scent,” Jay said, sitting next to you. You shifted in place. “So, bite me.”

You looked at Jay, unsure, and he nodded once before tilting his head, giving you access to his neck. Your hands trembled as you reached for his shoulder, so he grabbed your hand in his and held it tight. When he felt your nose bump into his chin, he closed his eyes, and when he felt the warmth of your breath graze the skin on his neck, he almost shivered.

You bit him once and at the same time, you felt his hand squeeze your waist. His scent flooded your mind, and you could not hold back from biting him one more time, so you did. You let go with a shaky breath and pulled away only to find Jay looking into your eyes.

“It’s not bad, isn’t it?” He asked.

You licked your lips and brought your other hand to his shoulder.

“Do it again,” Jay demanded.

You tilted your head to the other side of his neck, where you found a heart-shaped birthmark, and this time you bit him there without hesitation.

“See?” He spoke, and his voice echoed right into your ear. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Jay squeezed your waist one more time before you decided to bite him a couple more times. He began rubbing your back gently before you suddenly felt a wash of overwhelming feelings. You moved back to the other side and bit him again, but this time you bit too hard that he winced and let go of his grip on your waist.

You flinched at his reaction and immediately felt regret. Your eyes flickered to the window, and you noticed how quickly the sun was setting, so before Jay could say anything you jumped to your feet and ran out of your chambers.

“Princess!”

Your feet took you to the farthest room in the castle and you quickly entered it, locking the door behind you. You leaned back on it and started sobbing, thinking of how foolish you were to even entertain the idea of marrying Jay in your condition. You slumped to the floor and sobbed, ignoring the banging on the door and Jay’s distraught voice begging you to let him in.

“Please leave, Jay.”

Your voice was weak and almost a croak, and you figured it was because of all the crying. But then Jay also stopped knocking on the door, and you heard rustling and a couple of soft taps by the keyhole.

“Princess? I can hear you.”

You almost choked on your own sob at Jay’s obvious remark, but then you paused, and you heard him speak again.

“Look out the window, Princess.”

The sun had set, and you could not believe your eyes. You held up your hands, your fingers, in front of you before you touched your own face to feel your nose, your cheeks, and your lips. Then you checked outside again, making sure your mind was not playing tricks and that you really had not transformed.

You heard another knock on the door and without waiting for another word you opened it. The look on Jay’s face was that of relief mixed with adoration, and he did not waste any time walking towards you to pull you into his embrace. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, staining his skin with your tears and letting him wrap his arms around you as tightly as he could.

You felt him tug one of your sleeves and you pulled back to look at him. He brought his hand up to caress your face, wiping the remaining tears off your cheek.

“Marry me, Princess.”

You answered by inching your face closer to his before nodding slightly and kissing him on the lips. You tasted his sigh right after, loving the way his arms wrapped around you again as you pulled him even closer by the neck. He shut the door behind him with his foot and moved you towards the bed, carefully guiding you all the way as he placed his hand on the small of your back, not even once pulling away from the kiss.

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed and you both stopped, pulling away to catch your breath and to undress yourselves. Jay pulled his top off quickly while you struggled with your corset, so he gently shoved your hands away so he could undress you himself. When he pulled all of your clothes down to pool at your feet, you could feel his breath against your thighs, and you almost lost your balance if he did not place his hands on your hips.

Jay began kissing your core without warning and you whimpered at the sudden warmth. Just moments ago, you were biting his neck like he was your prey, yet now you are watching him devour you, his face in between your legs as you struggle to even keep your eyes open. At one point, the way his tongue was pressing on your clit made you pull on his hair a little too tight, and when he looked up at you, he grinned before licking his top lip.

You sat down on the bed and pulled him in by his shoulders, and he began to lay you down before he settled over you. He got rid of the last of his clothes and you could feel his tip graze your bottom lips.

“Jay, wait,” you whispered, placing a palm over his chest.

He leaned into you to give you a soft peck on the cheek. “Yes, Princess?”

You chuckled and began caressing his face with one hand. “Do you even know my name?”

Jay let out an airy but silent laugh, burying his face in your neck. “Do you really think I would stay for so long in this castle without knowing the name of the residents? You know my name even without me telling you.”

You rested your thumb on his cheek and the rest of your fingers behind his ear, making him face you again. He moved his face to kiss your palm.

“Then call me by my name,” you requested. “And I shall chant yours like it’s my favorite spell.”

Jay smirked before leaning in to kiss your lips. “Very well then,” he whispered into your mouth, “Y/N.”

You felt him ease into you with a gentle force, and he caught your gasp between his lips. You held on to his shoulders as he began thrusting in and out of you, making you bring your legs up in order to feel him better.

“Slowly, Jay,” you begged him once you felt his pace was going a little too fast.

Jay grunted, seemingly unable to control his thirst for you, so you kept the pace by meeting him halfway and grinding your hips towards his. You could feel his biceps flexing as he held himself up, so you caressed his arms before you made your next request.

“Bite me.”

You brushed his hair back before you let him kiss your lips, and after that his lips traveled down to your chin and to your neck, licking you there several times before he bit you. You chanted his name as you promised, and when it was time for him to reach his high, he moaned your name right into your ear.

As you felt his seed coat your insides, you felt his thumb circling your clit for you to catch up with him. He pulled out of you only to finger his load back inside your hole, and that was how you reached your high of the night.

When Jay collapsed by your side, you became aware of the marks that you had left on his neck earlier that evening. You moved closer to him, and he welcomed you by pulling you to his side with one arm, having you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Are you sure it didn’t hurt?” You whispered, too afraid to disturb the serenity.

“Princess,” Jay began. “My princess,” he corrected himself. “Even if it hurt, I liked it.”

You snorted and tapped Jay’s cheek, and your body moved with his as he started to laugh.

“If you feel the urge next time,” he continued, “just come and leave marks on my neck.”

Jay tilted your chin up with his finger before kissing you softly, and for the first time in forever, you finally felt content.

-END-

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sinsirellaxx · 3 months

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Ball dates and jealousy.

A/N: Requested on AO3. Hope you'll like it! ♥️

PS: Not proofread. 🙈

You watched as another girl got asked to the ball, followed by a high-pitched squeal of ‘yes’. Pushing the food on your plate from left to right you finally let the fork fall onto table, your hunger long forgotten. The days flew past you as the night of dreaded ball drew closer – only two days left, and you still had no date. Sighing heavily your eyes immediately flew to a certain blonde sitting a few seats away from you. He was busy chatting to Pansy as said girl listened closely to every word he said. Rolling your eyes, you turned to look at the male in front of you, flinching slightly when you saw that he had been watching you closely. Tilting your head questioningly you let out a huff as you noticed another girl being asked out from the corner of your eyes. Theodore smirked at your frustration as he mockingly wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“What?” You glared at the male who just silently shrugged his shoulders in return, averting his eyes towards Draco. Your eyes widened slightly as it finally dawned on you that you had been caught watching the interaction between Pansy and the arrogant blonde. A faint blush dusted your cheeks as you stood up with a huff, climbing out of your seat to walk out of the Great Hall. You stopped in your tracks as you felt footsteps approaching you, turning to look at the person. You had secretly hoped it would be Draco, but you were met with the piercing green eyes of Theodore Nott.

“What is it, Nott?” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Go to the ball with me.” It wasn’t a question it sounded more like a command. “I know you haven’t been asked out by anyone else. Go with me.” The tall brunette smirked at you as he watched your face turn a dark shade of red – biting his lip, trying to hold back a snicker as you glared at him. If looks could kill …

“I heard Pansy and Draco are going together.” Theo quickly added with a smirk, knowing that that would get you to agree. A pain shot through your chest as your frown fell, your shoulders slumping forward slightly as you took in his words. You scoffed at yourself – feeling pathetic all of a sudden; you had been patiently waiting and hoping for Draco to ask you, while he had already asked Pansy. Biting your lip, you willed the tears away, your fingernails digging into your palm as you squeezed your fists – anything to prevent yourself from crying in front of Nott.

With a sharp glare you muttered a quick, “Alright”, before turning to leave.

“I’ll see you at the ball then – and wear something nice!” The tall male shouted after you. Rolling your eyes, you rushed away to your next class. You were secretly grateful for Theodore – even if he could get annoying – because if not for him, you would have probably cried and skipped your next class.

Walking in quickly you hesitantly sat down next to that one Slytherin you did not want to see: Draco. The blonde boy was leaned back in his seat, the usual smirk plastered onto his face as his eyes slightly lit up when he noticed you.

“Where have you been? I didn’t really see you in the Great Hall.” Draco frowned at you as he slung one of his arms around the back of your chair. Tears sprung to your eyes at his words – he hadn’t even noticed because he had been so distracted by Pansy. Clenching your jaw, you busied yourself with your notebook, trying to suppress the hurt that his simple question had evoked in you.

“I’ve been busy talking to Theo …” You mumbled as you fidgeted with the pen in your hand.

“Theo? What did he want? I thought you couldn’t stand him?” Draco scoffed, leaning forward in his seat while trying to look at you – you just turned your head away.

“None of your business, Malfoy.” You grit out.

“What’s gotten into you? What’s with that attitude?!” Draco pressed; you could literally hear the scowl on his face. “Y/N, I’m talking to you.” He tried again, before huffing loudly. “Fine, be that way. See if I care.”

After the class you pushed your chair pack in a hurry – practically running out of the classroom, not giving Draco the chance to say anything else. Although you doubted, he would try to, seeing as you had probably hurt his ego with your attitude.

The next morning you were met with a pissed off looking Draco waiting right in front of your dorm. Sighing heavily, you tried to push past him, but he immediately took hold of your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“You’re going to the ball with Theo, seriously?” Draco asked in bewilderment. He actually had the audacity to look slightly hurt.

“Why do you care?” You grumbled as you yanked your wrist out of his grasp. “Didn’t think anyone would ask me, did you?”

“I never said that, stop with that attitude Y/N. I just think it’s weird that you would go to the ball with him – you hate him.” Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest as he frowned at you, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he seemed to ponder over something.

“Well, I guess I changed my mind. He’s not as bad as I thought.” You shrugged your shoulders as you took a step back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me … I have places to be.” You mockingly curtsied as you turned around to walk out of the Slytherin common room, leaving a cursing Malfoy behind.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you checked yourself one last time: beautifully curled hair, blood-red lips, black eyeliner, long lashes, and a long fitting emerald-green dress. Theo wanted you to look good? Message received and looks served.

With a satisfied nod you waltzed out of your dorm, your lips stretching into an amused smile as you observed everyone rushing around in excitement.

“A-are you Y/N?” A first year asked as he slowly approached you. With a raised brow you nodded as you watched his face turn a bright red. “I- … N-Nott told me to tell you that he is waiting outside.” He rushed out as fast as he could before turning to run away. Rolling your eyes at the extraness of Theodore Nott you took your time as you slowly walked out of the common room.

As soon as you stepped out of the Door, a single red rose was pushed into your face, barely touching the tip of your nose.

“Now I know what took you so long. You look gorgeous, principessa.” The tall male smirked as he twirled the rose between his fingers. Raising an eyebrow at your hesitance, he pulled the rose away and held out his arm. “Shall we go?”

Without another word you wrapped your hand around his arm as he started leading you to the ball.

“What did you tell that first year? He was literally about to cry.” Were the first words you spoke to him as your eyes took in his appearance – he looked good. That much you had to admit. But he wasn’t Draco.

Theo snickered at your question, tilting his head as he winked at you. “Nothing, really.”

He lifted his other hand with the rose and held it out for you to take. “Thank you.” You smiled softly as you twirled it between your fingers just as he had done minutes ago. A faint blush dusted your cheeks at the sweet gesture – but the smile slowly fell as you spotted Draco with Pansy walking in.

You briefly made eye contact with Draco before you quickly averted your eyes, your chest tightening as you were reminded of the fact that he had asked Pansy instead of you.

What you didn’t see, however, was the way Draco frowned at your interlinked arms nor the glare he sent Theo’s way, which was met by a cocky smirk from the tall Italian.

“Let’s dance, bella.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his hand already reaching for yours, pulling you slowly towards the dancefloor. You let yourself be pulled in by him, the spot on your neck still tingling from his warm breath. Tilting your head slightly up you found him already looking at you with an encouraging smile on his face. The corners of your lips tugged up as well as you let yourself be twirled around on the dancefloor, lost in the music and the color green.

After hours of dancing, getting drinks, more dancing and some lighthearted flirting you were sat down at one of the tables, waiting for Theo to get new drinks. You looked up from the floor when someone’s shoes entered your line of vision. “That was fast –” Thinking it was Theo you looked up with a smile, the words dying on your tongue as you were met with an angry blonde male.

“What is it, Malfoy?” You rolled your eyes at the audacity of the male, leaning back in your seat and lifting your arms to cross your hands in front of your chest – but before you could do so, the blonde grasped your wrist in one of his hands and pulled you out of your seat.

“What the – let me go!” You immediately tried wrenching your wrist out of his grip, but he simply ignored you and pulled you after him as he rushed out of the room. After a while of pulling, slapping his arm and stomping your feet you gave up, letting yourself be dragged through the school.

“Draco – wait! My feet – my feet are killing me, you’re way too fast!” You whined as your feet started hurting in the heels you had chosen for the night. “Stop, Draco –“

The blonde abruptly stopped and turned around to face you, his eyes staring deeply into yours as you stumbled into his chest.

“Do you like him?”

“Huh?” You blinked at him dumbly.

Draco rolled his eyes, hating having to repeat himself. “I saw you dancing with him. I saw the way you looked at him – do you like him?” He spat out; the corners of his mouth pulled down into a frown.

“Y-You mean Theodore?” You stuttered, completely thrown off by the raw emotions in his eyes.

“For Merlin’s sake, Y/N – whom else could I mean?!” He groaned as he combed through his hair with his hands. You frowned at his attitude, wondering why he was so worked up.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because –”

“Because what?” You interrupted him, the hesitance in his voice adding fuel to the fire in you. “Because someone likes me? Does it really bother you so much to see me happy?“

You pushed him with both of your hands as your eyes tear up, your lower lip trembling as you look into his widened eyes. “Why do you always hurt me so much?” You whimpered as the first tears rolled down your reddened cheeks.

Draco’s bigger hands immediately cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears away.

“I never wanted to hurt you – I’d never hurt you. I am sorry, love.” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper as his thumbs continued stroking your wet cheek. “I was just –” He hesitated briefly before continuing. “I was jealous, seeing you dancing so intimately with Theodore – I couldn’t stand it any longer.”

“Then why?” You frowned up at him.

“Why what?”

“Why did you not ask me to the ball? Why did you ask Pansy?!” You scoffed the last question, removing his hands from your face as you took a step back. Your brows raised as he sheepishly looked at his feet.

“Well … I wanted to make you jealous, and Pansy offered to help …” Draco cleared his throat after his confession, his hand moving to his collar to loosen his tie.

“What the – are you for real?” You shrieked at him as you took a step forward, your hands gripping his collar as you shook him slightly. “Why would you do something this stupid?! I thought you were smart, Malfoy.”

At the use of his last name, he lifted his head to look at you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “Please, don’t call me by that name.” You gulped at the intensity he held in his eyes. “And yes, I should have asked you and I am sorry I didn’t. I was stupid – I honestly don’t know what came over me.” He placed his hands back on your cheeks softly as his gaze lowered slightly to linger on your pink lips.

“As to the reason why I was jealous … I love you, Y/N. I have been in love with you for a while now.” He whispered the last part as his thumb wiped over your lower lip.

“Draco … I …” You stuttered, your heart beating dangerously fast as you repeated his confession in your head, over and over again. You had waited – wished – for this moment for so long. You did not know what to say. Feeling your face heat up your eyes wandered between his eyes and lips. “Me too – I love you too. I-I just went with Nott, because he basically forced me.” You chuckled slightly as you remembered the way the tall Italian had asked you to the ball. You flinched as Draco suddenly softly pinched your cheek. “I don’t want to hear his name. At least not right now.” He glared half-heartedly at you, his anger towards the tall male still present.

“Can I kiss you now?”

A/N: You decide: Can he kiss you or not? 😉

Hope you liked it! Comments, feedback, requests are highly appreciated! The next oneshots I'll be working on are for Sebastian Sallow (very excited about this btw). Stay tuned!

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haet-sal · 11 months

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if you hold me without hurting me you’ll be the first who ever did//juyeon smut

tags: juyeon smut, sugar daddy/ age gap au (8 years lol!!), you’re 22, seduction, DRINKING!!, corruption kink, Juyeon asking you if it’s okay A LOT, juyeon calling you ‘innocent’, CHOKING, ROMANCE!!

You meet older rich guy Juyeon at a hotel bar, and the rest is history

“I’ve never been with a stranger.”

“How could you be okay with me doing these things? Aren’t you afraid what I’ll do to you? Do you think about my intentions at all? You’re so easy…”

“You can do anything you want,” you say. “Even ruin me.”

“... I couldn’t live with myself, Y/N, please… I… I still think you’re innocent, so I can’t give in to you. But in all honesty, I want you so bad I could just…” His hand clasped against your jaw, as if he were afraid to touch you.

You kissed him on the lips the only way you knew how to kiss a man. “Can we go? To your room?”

w.c.: 3.8k

You adjust the strap of your slip dress on your shoulders, it just kept falling off. Bereft of any foresight, or perhaps rushing, you didn’t bring any coat or jacket, leaving you with a side-boob out; at least the hotel bar was heated, although the lights were dim; like a dark, damp wolf’s lair you’d walked into.

You’re not really a bar type of person, although you guessed you could make an exception for a place as classy as this—jesus, you thought, how’d doyeon even book this hotel for her birthday party? How much must it even cost on a night?

You tell the bartender the number of your room—0602—and asks that he puts the drinks’ into the room’s tab, hoping that by tomorrow morning they won’t pore over the giant receipt and just pay upfront. You were less… affluent than your friends, to be very honest…

The bar was dark, and the lights lit up a dim green and orange around the seats. You order a fun cocktail, a sweet thing that you could drink all night without getting a buzz, and sit down.

You don’t know why you sat so close to someone, when there were empty seats all around the bar… You didn’t feel like switching now, though, what if the man took offense, that you didn’t want to sit next to him?

You started to chew on the kiwi slice the cocktail came with, and the gentleman beside you puts down the notebook he’s writing in, turning to face you, probably because it’d be rude not to greet at all.

Once he turns his face towards you, though, you get a terrible idea. Maybe the cocktail did make you a little braver, more effective than the taste of sharp stinging in your mouth… “Hello,” you whisper, not to disturb the quaint atmosphere in the bar. You had your purse with you, and you toyed with the faux leather just to fight the nervousness. You nodded at the notebook. “Business?” You had an uncle that did his accounting every night after he was done spending, maybe the guy was that kind of man.

But the man shook his head, and you see that he’s lean—when he turns his body towards you—a thin figure, and broad shoulders, and amazing, beautiful, narrow eyes, with a few crinkles around them when he smiles that you know he has to be somewhat older.

“No,” he says curtly, “no business at all.” He sips his drink, and you see that it’s hard liquor, presented in a no-nonsense, almost completely sombre dark orange shade of liquid.

“Oh.” You turn back to the bar, thinking he didn’t want to speak to you. What business did you even have talking to him—you’re literally here for a goofy party, he’s probably relaxing because he’s swamped with so much work.

But he extends a friendly gesture. “It’s my vocabulary book… I’m learning Spanish, so.”

“People do that on an app these days…”

He chuckled, and you saw that his voice was already quiet and light without even needing to whisper. “Maybe younger people, yes.”

“You can’t be that old.”

“You just look much younger than me,” he says softly.

“What are you drinking?” you ask, and he tears his eyes away from your lips just to look down the bottom of his glass.

“Bourbon.” His eyes are back on your lips again, tinted deep pink with a lip product, thinking you were going to look pretty for the boy classmates, but here you were with an older man… “I am here on business, though,” he says. “But I’m… well, even I get tired sometimes.”

You nodded.

“Can I ask if you’re even allowed to be drinking?”

You laughed, opening your purse and sliding your uni ID down the bar counter, towards his side of the wooden boundary, presenting him with un-fake-able proof.

“Ah, you’re a student… Second year?” He asks, reverting back to korean, dae-hak yi-hak-nyeon? He stared at the card for a while, slowly saying your name as if he was savoring it. “Twenty two,” he said softly, calculating your age.

“It’s a lucky number,” you put in. He’s eyeing your lips, but you’re eyeing his drink—maybe if you drank something that strong, you’d have more courage?

“I almost think I should take care of you. You look like a lost little girl.”

“Twenty-two,” you reminded him, unable to stop your face from making an adorable pout, which he reaches out and touches, as if trying to get you to smile again.

“Aren’t you too cute?” He pauses to swallow. “Like, dangerously cute? What are you doing at this hotel?”

“My friend had a birthday party, so they booked a room to party in, but… I just felt like… I don’t know… not partying? I didn’t know I’d meet someone like you, though…”

Juyeon smiles slightly. “Does the fact that you met me make you feel better about coming out here?”

You nod. “I mean, you’re older, and rich, probably my friends’ dream… they all want a sugar daddy.” Oh, fuck. “I mean! I’m not like… preying on you or anything, not taking advantage of your kindness... Like I wouldn’t… I’m… good? I’m a good girl.”

“Good girl?” He sips his bourbon until all that’s left was ice, and wordlessly flags the bartender down to give him another glass-full. “It’s funny you think I’m the one being taken advantage of. Ah… I really should control myself.”

“Control yourself from…?” You knew, of course, but you wanted to know if you were actually reading his mind correctly right now.

“First, from kissing you.”

You pulled back. “I’d taste like a cocktail…”

“If you worry about that, I wouldn’t do it.” But he still leaned in closer towards you.

You close the gap, kissing him, a hand on his jaw almost so tenderly, better than you’d ever handled one of the boys at your college. Then you giggle. “So I learned the taste of bourbon second-hand through a kiss…”

Juyeon looked almost scandalized, pulling away but just barely. “I can’t believe you did that… You weren’t supposed to kiss me, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to want me…” He grabs the base of your chair and pulls it close until your thigh was touching his, you didn’t even know these chairs at wheels…

“You didn’t like it?” you asked, absolutely concerned you might have to go back to your room with your friends and just…

“I liked it…” he looked pained. “Too much. I can’t resist the way you look at me and the thought of being with you…”

Shyly but seductively, you put a finger on your pink lips, the spot he couldn’t stop staring at. “You’re already thinking of it? Are you thinking of what I’d look like… under you?”

“Are you trying to seduce me now?” You think you feel what that book he was writing in must have felt, to be touched so tenderly and with so much care… He looked enraged, pained, everything… He looked absolutely seduced. “You think I don’t already imagine those things?”

“Bartender?” you asked, raising your hand, but he covers it from being raised.

“Are you trying to drink more?”

“I want to know what kind of buzz you have…”

“You don’t know how to drink. You’re so cute.” He pulls you closer. He’s the cleanest man you’ve ever even met or touched, he smells like expensive cologne… “I really can’t stop myself.” He touched your shoulder, gradually going up to the neck. “I might kiss you again. I don’t know what’s come over me…”

“Am I that sexy right now?” you joked, almost classlessly.

“I could just take you up to my room,” Juyeon whispers. “Would you still want to be a good girl?”

Your dress’s strap falls down the shoulder again, and you fix it, giggling. “Ah, my dress is already coming off!”

He almost growls. “Please… if I go any further with this I’m… I don’t know if this is the correct or right thing to do to you. Don’t do this. Please, you’re innocent.”

“I’m not.” You kiss his neck, even biting the skin, although he doesn’t react. “I’m here for you to devour.”

“You’re just a college girl… I’m an adult. You’re not supposed to want this, please…”

“Why do you think 22 is young?” You giggled. “I can drink, drive, buy condoms…”

“I just… don’t want to be a bad guy…” He pulls away. “We need to stop.”

“Oh…” you sighed. “Can I still go to your room for tonight? My friends are probably high, and I don’t wanna go back to my room.”

“I don’t think you understand, Y/N,” Juyeon says slowly, as if every word were a red-hot warning, “if you come to my room, I’m going to do things. You need to be prepared for this…”

You hesitated. “I’ve never been with a stranger.”

“How could you be okay with me doing these things? Aren’t you afraid what I’ll do to you? Do you think about my intentions at all? You’re so easy…”

“You can do anything you want,” you say. “Even ruin me.”

You kissed him on the lips the only way you knew how to kiss a man. “Can we go? To your room?”

“You’re going to make me do something I shouldn’t. Do you know what the right thing is here? I… you’re killing me. I can’t stop wanting you.”

You kissed him, and swiftly pulled him down to the elevators, lips attached as you waited for the doors to open. Breathless, you glanced at the buttons… “which floor?”

“12th.” He leans in and pressed you against the wall, whispering: “you’re making me want to do something very bad, little girl.” Your lips don’t touch, you just glance at him through the small distance, teasing him. The elevator stops.

You glanced around. “Woah, wait… aren’t there the suite rooms?”

“Yeah, my room’s right beside here.” You followed him in, and slowly got shell-shocked by the sheer massiveness of the room… Juyeon is loaded. Or his company is loaded. But… oh god. “You’re… this rich…”

“Enough about my room… Look at you.” He touched your dress like he’s trying to control the impulse to rip it.

Your strap fell down your shoulder again, and you giggle. “Should I leave the rest to your imagination?”

He grips your hips, pulling the dress up slightly. “You’re such a tease… this is so wrong. You’re so young.” But he pulls the strap down until both were hanging off your shoulder. “How can this be okay?”

He’d moveed on from your lips, now your chest was his new object, looking hungrily at you. “You just… you seem so innocent…” He touched your thigh, his hand going up between the legs, but stopping before he pushes anything hot and wet. “Fuck. I can’t go through with this and still have my honor… you don’t know what you’re doing and you don’t know what will happen to you if we go any further… Do you really want to be used up for your body? I can’t go through with this…”

Seeing his reluctance, you pulled back, and grab his broad shoulders, as if controlling him, and sit him on the luxurious hotel couch. “Okay, let’s take it slow. Let’s try to take our minds off what we’re going to do…”

“Fine…” he still looked weak, as if he was fighting everything in him from ripping your clothes off. “What now?”

You straddled him now, getting on top of him “Talk to me.”

His hands gripped the sofa at both sides just so he wouldn't do something wrong with your body. “Y/n… what are you doing right now? Aren’t you afraid? You’re making me weak.”

“Just try to talk, okay?” Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and you teased him, lingering over his collarbone and ribs. “Tell me about your work? What were you thinking when you met me? Anything…” You started to kiss his ear.

He sighs in surrender, hands groping you now. “I really can’t think straight right now… You look so soft…” He kissed your neck now, and you could feel his teeth under all that softness.

“Yeah? you can’t think? What’s on your mind?”

“Everything… everything about you,” he admitted. “This must feel wrong, right? Showing your body to a man almost a decade older?” He took off his shirt, draping it over the couch.

“Should I stay on top of you like this?” You could feel his cock hard and intruding right under your hip.

“Whatever you like… What do you want to do to me?”

“I want you to pin me down onto the bed… and…”

“What if I made it hurt?” He was carrying you back onto the bed, just to pin you down.

“Do it.”

“Really?” His voice is more breath than words.

Before you nod to affirm, his belt is off and thrown across the room, and his tight suit-pants are down, and he looks down from you, almost godlike, before attaching himself to you, ever single way: teeth in neck, tongue on skin, his hard length directed into your warmth by a stray, careful hand.

He doesn’t talk, almost like he’s basking in the shame. Just the rocking of his hips against yours. There’s panting, and even whimpering from him, like he’s pathetic and you control what he gets to receive, but it’s him that’s inside of you, desperate and leaking. “Please… ah…”

“You’re not going to have any regrets about this, alright? I promise,” he says.

“Of course not… I trust you…”

“You do?” He pants again, and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he holds yours. “I’ve been having a fantasy of making a good girl like you turn into a bad girl, okay?”

“How do you do that?”

“I make her… drool. And beg. And get as thirsty as she can for my cock.”

You simply moan in answer, Juyeon hot and hard against you. How warm you were was driving him insane, made him weak in the core, but he wouldn’t say that out loud… Just through breaths and body language and clandestine cogitation.

“Poor darling,” he panted. “I can’t… I can’t be as rough as I want to, or you’ll regret this. You’ll be crying.”

When you’re both around to come, you get desperate, and the rocking isn’t doing it anymore. Juyeon is the first to get rough, slamming himself into you with a pace unmatched from him before… Suddenly, he decides he couldn’t leave his hands idle anymore, bringing them to your neck and choking you. It feels good, as you leave the rest of your strength in your legs, which wrap around his hips until you come.

You’re sniffling as you recover.

“Y/n, are you crying?” He held you quietly. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s just that it felt so, so good,” you say with a smile. “I get… I don’t know, teary, when it’s that good. You were good. You were kind.”

“Which part was I good to you…” he groaned. “I can’t believe you still want me.”

“Well…” you reached over and touched his hands, which were about three sizes bigger than yours. “Maybe you are too big for me… But you’re still a perfect fit.”

He opened his arms. “Sleep? I promise in the morning we can sort it out…”

You switched the lights off, crawling into bed. “Ah… messy…”

“‘S okay,” he hummed.

His cat-like eyes were watching you as you woke up, and you immediately touch him, wrapping yourself around his shoulders. “Good morning.”

“Morning… I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because…” he brushed away your hair from your neck, revealing a hand mark, red but not purplish like a bruise.You couldn’t see it, but seeing the regret in his eyes was enough. “... because of this.”

You kiss him in reply to tell him you weren’t mad, but he quickly pulls away.

“Do you work part time?”

“Yeah, but on nights.”

He chuckled. “Classic night owl… It’s Saturday, and my client wants to meet in the afternoon. I have something planned for us, if you wouldn’t object?”

You nod slowly. “... What…?”

“You’ll see.” Blithely, he covered your naked body with more blanket, and fished out a giant fluffy bathrobe from the shelves for you to wear.

You giggled. “Don’t you want to… continue, if your plans aren’t taking place any time soon?”

“Don’t. Be. Naughty.” He chided slowly as he typed away an email in his phone. “They’ll be here soon.”

“They?!” You’re lucky you dressed in time, because the door bell rang, and as Juyeon told them to come in, staff, dressed in hotel uniform-blank-and-white suits, brought in a whole rack of clothes, almost too many, jammed in a small pole on expensive ivory hangers. “Juyeon,” you murmur quietly, “what is this?”

“Shush.” With a kiss on your lips, he lifted you up to your feet. “I thought I’d buy you back what I ripped from you last night,” he says, referring to your panties… and the broken zipper of your slip dress. Which, honestly, seeing all these new dresses, was a horrible fit from you, plus the strap kept falling off, although that did help you seduce someone.

Juyeon finished his coffee sporadically glancing at you with the staff, who fitted you in for the clothes right away, everything you pointed at and wanted to try. Although everything was heavenly nice, you just picked out two outfits in the end: a dress, and a matching skirt and blouse, thanking the staff who folded it for you.

“Is that all?” Juyeon frowned. “You didn’t like the others?”

“No, I liked it! I just… it’s too much.”

“If you liked it, you can have the entire collection.”

“NO!” you gasped, too overwhelmed to even smile. “I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness, and… I have no place wearing things that expensive.”

“Of course you have a place doing that,” Juyeon chided absentmindedly. “But if these dresses weren’t to your liking, I’ll just get you more from the show.”

“... Show?” you started slowly.

“That’s what I’m here for—I have to make an appearance. For the fall/winter season…” He kissed your temple, then headed off to get dressed in his suit. “Don’t worry about it too much.”

You glanced over at the bedside table, where he had laid out two watches that he chose not to wear for the day, turning them over in your hands.

They’re expensive. Heavy. Crystal-studded.

What kind of guy did you just sleep with?

After excusing yourself but getting his number (to all three of his phones, even, and he told you to contact his assistant if you wanted), you headed back to the hotel room with your friends, where they were all hungover or still zonked out.

You had last night’s dress folded in a bag, and was wearing Chanel, which your friends noticed immediately, Doyeon coming over to you asking what the hell happened…

You’d never been asked ‘what happened’ without it being bad.

“I think I met a sugar daddy,” you say.

“Here?!”

“He has three Rolexes and he bought me an entire rack of clothes.”

You’d meant to call Juyeon after your part time shift, but after you finished, you fished around your bag for the contact numbers and emails he gave you, when you found the paper with the ink bled through from the mineral water you had that spilled, that simply couldn’t be salvaged. All that’s left was his work email, which you, assuredly, would never be able to contact without being awkward…

Imagine being his assistant, going through work emails, and seeing one with the subject ‘RE: so about that night…’ no way, she’d just delete your message.

You regretted not asking him when he was leaving the hotel, hoping he’d at least remembered your existence and left something for you to find him by…

When you went back to the hotel—and the security almost didn’t let you in, being that you had no business—his room had been cleared out and he was already on a plane. You just slowly dejectedly walked back to the lobby emptyhanded, missing the way his giant hand felt intertwined with yours.

“Did he leave any messages for me?” you asked slowly.

“Depends, what is your name?”

You gingerly slowly gave out your name, and the receptionist shook her head. You sighed. Well… it’s definitely not that kind of story, where you land a prince charming… it was just one night. You should be happy, right?

It’s two months after, that your friends make you contact him. They kept talking about how real sugar daddies should never be let go, when really, you didn’t care that he bought you chanel and all those other brands you couldn’t even fit in your mouth to speak… you’d have fallen for him even if he was faking the whole wealth thing…

Which he wasn’t, as you found out after googling his company and seeing the name of his assistant.

You typed in a long email explaining it to his assistant, hoping not everyone had access to this email, making it easy to find in his inbox.

Would he check it personally? You sighed.

Doyeon wouldn't stop talking about it, ever since you met Juyeon. Always "why do YOU get to meet a sugar daddy? At MY party?" Although you thought maybe your romance dreams were well and over once the contact card bled through your bag.

The truth was, you missed juyeon… a lot… endlessly, and the thought that he was just a one-time-brush-past scared you.

You fell asleep for a nap, and when you woke up, you had a new email. It was dark, and your designer clothes hung drying out after a wash. You rub your eyes and check it in a hurry—it’s 2 a.m. in korea, although who knows where he could be traveling to?

But what you found wasn’t automated, or from his assistant, and the words were his.

Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for your message?

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Ch. 3.5 - A Step Into the Social Circle

Malleus Draconia x fem!reader

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It has been a while since you’ve worn something as elegant as the dress that was a deep shade of green that was almost a midnight blue you’re wearing with all the black lace and pearls stitched into it. It was beautiful, that much you can at least honestly say, but there was still a problem.. ‘It’s too heavy..’ You’ve never fancied yourself to such stuffy dresses. The only thing you were quite happy with are the frills at the end of the sleeve that cups your wrists rather loosely. Honestly, you were partially grateful that you hadn’t been going out of the palace for as long as you’ve had, now remembering just how tight dresses could become. When you were but just a noble’s daughter, tea parties and balls were frequent so you had to wear ridiculously suffocating dresses. And it was like tea parties and gossiping were all the things that noble ladies had to think of for entertainment. Well, there were also the croquet games held in the palace of the Queen, but it was an invitation exclusive that you, sadly, were not invited to at all.

Now that you’re comparing dresses, you don’t recall your wedding dress being as tight compared to the suffocating dress you’re wearing. You wished the same tailor made the dress you’d wear tonight. ‘Or maybe it’s because the atmosphere was much more suffocating that I hadn’t noticed..’ The never prying eyes watched every step you took that day, waiting and wishing for you to trip; make a mistake. Since it was an important day for the kingdom, every noble family attended so you’re sure to meet most nobles at the party tonight too. Despite the scary eyes directed towards you that day, you wonder if you could make friends at the banquet since you haven’t had someone close to talk to in this kingdom. You became rather hopeful.

“Princess.” A bored voice ensues after two, firm knocks on the door. You let the servant come in and before she even said what she was there for, you already knew. “His Highness, the prince, has me come fetch you for the banquet. He is waiting for you downstairs in the foyer.”

“Alright, thank you,” you say and let her escort you. Just as she had told you, Malleus really was waiting downstairs. He stares off at another hallway and if you just strain your ears, you’d hear the faint clacking of heels fade away as it gets further away. After a few seconds, he was fixing the cuffs and now seeming to be in wait but with his brows slightly furrowed. ‘Was he speaking to someone just now?’

You interrupted his thoughts when you stepped in his view. “Child of man..” His eyes were slightly wide, showing a look of surprise, though honestly, it shouldn’t be the case since he should be expecting you after telling someone to get you.

When you look at him carefully, you see that you two were matching— not in the literal way where he was wearing the same dress as you, but it’s complimenting each other quite well. On top of that, on his head, he adorned a tricorne with a dark green lace that trims around it, but it’s customized to accommodate his horns. You hadn’t known that this was how it’ll go so you were truly in for a surprise and you admit, even though he had a scary air about him, you couldn’t deter your thoughts away about how handsome he was— something you didn’t think of on the day of the wedding.

He clears his throat when he notices you had been staring blankly at his face. “Are you ready to go?” He asks with which you said a quick, meek ‘yes’. Your face is a bit flushed at you getting caught looking at him for a prolonged time.

You follow him outside where there was a black carriage in wait with the footman having opened the door already. When you moved your eyes slightly to the front of the carriage— to your surprise— what seemed to be normal, black horses that match the theme of the carriage were emitting ominous yet faint golden particles by their hooves.

When you take a glance to your side where Malleus stood, he does not seem to find it strange at all and in fact, continues walking down the steps of the castle. You followed closely behind.

He stops shortly in front of the door and he swings his body at 120 degrees so that his body is partially facing you and then proceeds to stretch out a hand. Admittedly, you were confused for the first few milliseconds before remembering it was just a formality— something that he should be doing— and that you should accept it.

Only after getting into the carriage and getting yourselves cozy on the soft and crazily expensive cushions, does the footman close the door and the horses proceed to trot away with the guidance of the coachman.

It must be nice to be outside, you think. Since now, there was an awkward air inside and an intimidating presence just inches from you. You try to get creative in your head and think of nice things to forget reality for a moment just until you arrive at the Marquis’ home.

You’ve done a bit of your studies before going actually, and based on what you’ve read, he is an outstanding lord who mainly deals with the financial status of the kingdom. There wasn't anything to note about his wife, however, except that she is from another noble family. You were a bit disappointed since it was her birthday that you were attending and you have little to no information about her at all.

Your thoughts had been interrupted when the road became bumpy, causing you to slightly jump in your seat and lurch forward. ‘What the—‘ When you look out the window out of instinct, you see that the carriage was getting awfully close to the edge of a cliff.

“We normally don’t use carriages,” Malleus begins with an eerily calm tone despite the situation and you whip your head with a clear look of panic. If he doesn’t use them, how will he know how a carriage is supposed to be used— “Faes generally have the ability to fly, whether it is by wings or magic.

“However, the kingdom has many sorts of creatures who have little magic and thus tire easily when used so they opt to use their legs. There are also faes whose magic capabilities have drained with age.. If they do not have wings, carriages were made to accommodate them since the terrain here consists mainly of cliffs and is unwalkable.”��

You were about to say something— anything— about how if it was unwalkable, how does he expect a carriage to travel when you felt the carriage becoming light.. As if it had been thrown off of the cliff.

You felt your heart drop and something vile building up in your throat. You were going to die right here, you think, and it hasn’t even been long since you’ve started out your new life. Malleus was still infuriatingly calm as you panic when you could no longer feel the bumps of the pathway and the trees from your peripheral vision— ‘Wait, what? No trees..?’ Finally, you look outside the window and to your bewilderment, the trees were not of eye level anymore and were below you.

When you pressed yourself against the glass, you could barely see a gold mist just underneath the carriage and you could guess that the source was the horses at the front. Although you were a bit scared at how high you were from the ground, you were in complete awe at the new experience. “Lilia said that humans are afraid of heights so I apologize for the long journey, but I did not want your travel here to frighten you,” Malleus said, eyeing your form that had its back facing him from his peripheral vision. He was referring to the time when a similar carriage came to pick you up at your manor back in the Rose Kingdom. You wanted to say that the fear depends on the situation and person, but you don’t dare imagine what would happen if you correct him.

‘Lilia?’ There was a look of naivety on your face. ‘Is that someone close to Malleus?’ Deciding not to be too nosy, you decided not to ask. You weren’t close to him anyway to have the right to. In fact, it shouldn’t bother you in the slightest at the thought of him keeping a certain secret from you if he did. And it doesn’t.

You turn to look outside the window again at the valleys and cliffs underneath you, remaining quiet. At some point, you see small lights gathered together in one place and you already can guess that they are lights from houses. They were all spread out, however, and you recall in your studies that since it’s hard to actually build homes in the Valley, they’re all spread out. Hopefully, you can go out to one of these towns some day, if Malleus permits it. A rule that you had been silently following was to always ask him if you want something or if you want to go somewhere. But, you rarely ask for things because frankly, it’s better if you have little to no interaction with him.

“Your Highnesses, we’ve arrived at Marquis Hagen’s estate,” one of the men at the front says loud enough for the both of you to hear well inside the carriage. The first hump was felt soon after when the carriage made impact with the ground and then came the sound of the horses’ hooves trotting on the pavement.

You had to look towards the window closest to Malleus to see the enormous house that is lit with lights from inside. Sure, it wasn’t remotely comparable to the castle, but it was still huge in its own right.

The carriage drew to a steady halt and a footman came to open the door. He bowed deeply under the presence of Malleus who turned to you and held a hand out for you the same way when he led you into the carriage. There were some nobles still at the front, preparing to head inside, when they caught the glimpse of your arrival.. Or more specifically, Malleus’ arrival. Compared to him, you were just a background character.

However, you noticed that most— if not, all those present had the look of surprise. Were they surprised to see a human here? But when you look carefully, their eyes were on Malleus. Curious.

Nevermind, you could not dwell on it anyway since you were busy being escorted into the hall where the banquet is held. “Your Highnesses, welcome.” The doorman at the door greeted you both with a deep bow. When the door swung open, the banquet was already in full swing. You were in complete awe at the sight of so many faes who all had an individuality to them.

Ever the curious, their eyes were drawn to who had just recently entered. A gasp could be heard somewhere in the room. Then, “Your Highness!” In unison, the faes all took a respectful bow, with the females doing a curtsy with a hand over their chest.

“There’s no need for this. I did not come on official business.” With the wave of his hands, the guests returned to their activities prior, now in whispers about your arrival. They must really respect him, you thought. When you look to see his expression, you were quite surprised at the sight you caught. ‘What’s with that look..?’

Amidst your wonder, the sound of heels heading your way caught your attention and thus, you could not ask what was on your mind. “Your Highness.” A woman who had the soft glow of youth dressed herself in a light purple bustle that matched the colour of her eyes and left much room to cover on her collarbones since her sleeves were off the shoulder. Her hair was left in a neat, tight bun with a hairpin holding it together. In contrast to her light garment, her hair was dark. She’s a beauty in the night, you think, completely enamoured by her beauty. “It’s a wonderful surprise to see you attend one of my banquets at last.”

‘Huh? Does Malleus not regularly attend social gatherings?’ You find reasons for his questionable look earlier. It was akin to a drooling child looking through the patisserie’s windows at the tarts put on display that day— just minus the drooling and shop entirely. But still, it doesn’t completely make sense to you.

“It just so happens that the invitation came my way,” he coolly brushes off the comment. You couldn’t understand the underlying meaning of those words nor did it ever raise questions in you. He turns to you who remained quiet at his side. “Child of man, this is Lady Guinevere. Marquis Hagen’s wife.” He gestures with a hand.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Lady Guinevere,” you say with a shy smile. A mischievous glint crosses her eyes and she brings a loose fist up to her mouth. “Ah, yes.. Although I’m the one who sent the invitation, it still feels so surreal to have a human in my abode.” She smiles warmly. “The honour is all mine, Princess.”

Her attention on you was brief, returning her focus on Malleus. “The first dance will start soon and I had hoped that Your Highness and the princess would lead the dance,” she picks up a topic to go forth. Your body froze. ‘A dance? With him?’

“It would be the best present, you know,” she adds on. Malleus simply nods at her request. A little too quickly, might you note. After a few more exchange of words, she excuses herself to make sure the musicians are ready. When the both of you stepped aside, you took this chance to tug at his sleeve, forgetting for a brief second about your fear toward him since there was a larger fear at hand. He feels this and bends his torso so that you could whisper in his ears, already sensing that you wanted to tell him something in private.

“Um, Your Highness..” You began, gulping down your nervousness. “I’m not a good dancer.” He faces you with slightly widened eyes at the confession. He had assumed you knew these things since you were a full bred noble and you honestly couldn’t fault him. The start of this ill-fated moment began when you were young. You hated the way your feet would hurt every time you did your dancing lesson and threw quite a fit until your father decided that it would be okay to not do them until later in your years. And frankly, if it doesn’t help you, you wouldn’t do it. Dancing was an opportunity to flirt, that’s what you thought at the time. Even up until recently, not a single man had come asking you for a dance and so you silently watched from the sidelines. There wasn’t any need for you to properly learn how to dance. Who knew that something— your marriage— would have come sooner than you had thought that requires you to dance. You thank your father for cheering you up during your dark era but now, you wished someone had forced you to continue your lessons.

Safe to say, you were embarrassed as you spoke the words into his ears. How silly you were when you were young. You felt embarrassed for the younger you. Malleus straightens up with the look of thought crossing his features. “Child of man,” he looks at you after having come to a conclusion. “We cannot decline Lady Guinevere’s wish now—“ You felt hopeless. “—so if you’ll allow me, I’ll cast a spell on you.”

Or maybe there was hope. “What sort of spell..?” You ask, a look of weariness makes your eyebrows scrunch down together. Now, it wasn’t like you don’t trust him, having heard of how powerful he is and how he would be surpassing the strength of the current queen of the Valley of Thorns sooner than most thought, but you were being used as the subject of the spell and you’ve read too many magic mishaps at the sorcerer’s tower to have a reason to be afraid. It was a natural response even though you didn’t have much of a choice. “The gift of dance,” he answers, already readying himself to cast it on you. “It will be temporary so do not worry for any sort of lasting effect.” It wasn’t like you had any choice except resigning yourself to fate.

When the time came and Lady Guinevere announced that the first dance would be led by the prince, your nerves were now the one hindering you. Before it was your inability to dance, now it was you wanting to chicken out. What if the spell wears off during the dance? What if the others can sense the traces of magic and know that you can’t dance? What if— “Child of man.”

You were startled out of your thoughts. Malleus stood beside you with a gloved hand waiting for yours. His face was that of calm, contrasting with your panicked one that all but reveals the thoughts coursing through your mind. “O-oh, right..!” You place your hand on his. You feel eyes burning at the back of your skull as Malleus leads you to the middle of the circle that formed.

You put your left hand on his shoulder. This much you knew how to do. The music started of softly and quietly when you first walked onto the centre but it gradually became louder the moment either one of you took the first step, but not too chaotic sounding with the sound of a cello doing skips.

There wasn’t even a breathing room before the dance started and it was hard to keep up with Malleus’ steps. With all the spinning and the scrutinizing eyes on you, you were starting to feel dizzy. You weren’t even sure if you were dancing correctly. Maybe the spell didn’t actually work— “Child of man,” Malleus calls for you softly but the vibrations of his voice was still there but only for you to hear. “Keep your eyes on me.”

At his words, you realized that you had been staring at his shoes, a subconscious action born from your nervousness. “S-sorry..” “Focus on me. Do not worry about them,” he said and that’s what you did. Your brows slightly furrowed as you concentrated hard on him. Even with your tallest heels on so you could come close to his height, you notice that he was hunching forward a bit. You don’t know who's back would hurt more from this though since you were leaning a bit back just so you could properly look at him.

You both glide across the floor, your dress fluttering as it tries to catch up to you while Malleus leads the dance. He was scary to look at but it was better than having danced with a total stranger.

When the dance concluded, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You immediately step off to the side with Malleus in tow to let the others dance. “The magic has worn off now,” he states calmly and offers a glass of water that he had somehow managed to get his hand on. You mumbled a quick thank you and downed the water. Honestly, you had been focusing too much with the background noises in your head that you hadn’t really thought of how silly you must have looked. I mean, the height difference is obvious and everybody knows that to nail the best dance, you should have someone close to your height. He was not and you were practically breaking bones just to make eye contact with him. Well, whatever has been done is now in the past.

“Your Highness, that was a wonderful dance,” Lady Guinevere had come back to you both when the banquet was now in full swing with the loud music and dancing. Her fox-shaped eyes were soft and really brought in the definition of a mysterious beauty. “You as well, Princess.”

You gave a small and shy smile, feeling a bit warm in your cheeks that someone so pretty was complimenting you, even if the dance was a bit fake. “It was an honour to have given the best gift to you, Marchioness,” Malleus says, turning his gaze to you. “Child of man, do you wish to continue to stay here for a bit longer?”

Hm? You stare at him with the look of cluelessness. Was it not inappropriate to leave so soon when the party has just begun? Before you could give an answer, Lady Guinevere interrupts. “Mm? Your Highness, why is it that you keep referring to the Princess as ‘Child of man’?” She gives an innocent smile that shows her curiousity. “Is she not a human child?” Is the answer he goes with. Though it was a question to a question, it pretty much ends at the same answer. There really was no other explanation to give except that you were human.

“Ah. I just thought it was a cute nickname.” She covers her close-eyed smile with a hand momentarily before dropping it back down. “Hmm. If Your Highness chooses to go now, I must give a proper send off.

“It was an honour hosting you today, You Highness and Princess. I hope that you’ll attend more of my birthday banquets in the future. Maybe then my husband is not out on one of his business trips.” She does a low curtsy and excuses herself, leaving you the final word on whether or not you should continue to stay. Tonight was fun but you feel that if other men were to approach you to ask for a dance, you’d surely break a toe. Now that the magic is gone, you are left to showcase your horrible skills to fend for dear life. Coming to that conclusion you— “Your Highness!” A man had taken the opportunity to strike up a conversation now that Lady Guinevere had walked away. Well, it doesn’t hurt for Malleus to talk some more. You can wait. “…”

“Huhu, the prince doesn’t really care for the princess, does he?” A quiet murmur in the distance, but you heard it. You wanted to see the face of whoever said that but you didn’t know how to without making it obvious. “This marriage is a joke. Our prince is made a laughing stock at marrying someone so.. Weak.” It seems that there’s a conversation about you just within earshot. You don’t mind people talking about you, but the least they could do is not speak ill of you when you’re literally right there. At this point, they should just say it to your face since it makes no difference.

“I’m sure the prince feels the same way; have you heard what he calls that thing?”

“Child of man, was it? Haha! Yes! He doesn’t even refer to her by name.” You had been subconsciously gripping your dress till it wrinkled at that certain spot. The hatred that ran between humans and faes is still fresh in their hearts so it isn’t right for you to speak up, you believe. Both sides were hurt and had lost someone dear so if this talk was an extension of relieving that aching pain in them, you’ll let them. They were just like humans. They feel the same emotions as you. Still, it’s about time you leave. They still don’t like the thought of a human around so maybe you’ll come back once the storms have calmed a bit. Braving up yourself, you tug at the sleeves of Malleus’ clothes that just rested at his side. Again, he leans down to get to a smiliar height as you so you could whisper in his ears. “Your Highness, I’m feeling a bit exhausted..”

He takes one glance at you and then nods his head to confirm that your wish has been heard. “I’m sorry to cut this conversation short, but it seems that it’s about time for us to leave,” Malleus returns to speaking with the fae that approached earlier and stood idly by until you finished talking with him. “Have yourself send the proposal to the privy council. I am merely but a prince so the Queen will have the final word.”

The fae understood right away and had given way for you both to leave after giving a respectful bow. By the time you two had gotten out of the manor, the carriage was already waiting. You plop down on the soft cushions and kept to yourself, staring out at the window and trees the were underneath your feet.

“…” You bit your lip and fidget with your fingers, contemplating on whether or not you should bring it up to the fae beside you. Malleus sat with his legs crossed over one another with a serene look on his face, his eyes closed as he takes in the peaceful night that contrasted the earlier moments at the ball. It was short but he very much enjoyed it.

You sigh. You’ve already begun treading the path of danger and risked your life the many times you so much as peep a sound to him so might as well go for it, right? “Your Highness..” “Yes, child of man?” He was at the ready to answer as if he had been waiting for you to speak. “That nickname.. Don’t you find it a bit awkward to say?” You began with careful words. Hopefully he gets the message but if not, you hoped to guide him to the answer. Turns out that the conversation between the whispering nobles had made you insecure. You didn’t mind him calling you whatever he wanted before. “No, it isn’t.” Ah. So you’ll have to go for your second plan after all.

“W-well, I was thinking that if you ever need me urgently, it may be a bit too long of a name.. Don’t you think so?” You cautiously look at him from the side of your eyes to see how he’s reacting. He brings a finger to his chin and thinks about it. Was it really necessary to ponder every scenario over a name, you questioned. “Then, what name do you suggest I should call you?” He asks, meeting your eyes. ‘Why does he word it as if we’re naming a household pet?’

“I haven’t thought that far, actually..” You had hope to leave the naming to him since he seems like the expert so you ended the conversation at that until you arrive back at the castle.

You’ve only been gone for what, 4 hours? Still, it felt like you had been gone for much longer that the feeling of missing home weighed in your heart so when you did arrive, you felt so much better. “Then, I’ll go to bed now, Your Highness.” You gave a small smile and a quick bow and excused yourself. It was only after you got to the hall where your room was at did you feel much at ease. Hopefully, you won’t encounter him for a while— just until you recharged yourself at least. You know it’s unavoidable, the meetings with him.

—

Nothing beats a warm bath after a day out. You sit on the bed and comb through your damp hair. You were left to your own thoughts, though not much was being thought about so you were basically zoning out for the majority of this nightly routine so when the door opened, snapping you out of that trance, your skin jumped a bit. I mean, even if they didn’t want to come to you willingly, they shouldn’t enter without knocking and announcing— wait, did they call out for you?

You turn your head slightly just to look at the door, expecting a servant but what caught you unawares is seeing that the one that stepped into the room was a tall fae and not a servant. “Y-your Highness!?” You hastily get onto your feet and turn you body in attention from the side of the bed further from him. He was in nothing but black, silk robes with a slight chest window. You could tell that he had just finished taking a bath with how droplets of water still drop from his hair to the shoulders along with those that trail down his open chest.

“Is there anything I can help you with..?” Your voice gradually becomes quieter the further the words go and avert your eyes. He hums. “No,” he answers and walks closer to the edge of the bed opposite from yours. He sits down with his back fully facing you and with the towel that was on his shoulders, he begins drying his hair.

You were expecting for him to start talking after a while but as the second hand begins to tick loudly from a distance, the more awkward it became. “Then.. Is there something you want to talk about..?” Finally, his hands still and you were very sure of it now that he indeed does. However, what he says next surprises you. “No,” he answers, “Is there something you want to tell me?” He reversed the situation so that he was now asking the questions.

“Uhm.. Didn’t you come here for something?” Now you were very confused as to why this large fae was sitting on the bed, coming in with no reason— or even an excuse— to why he was there. “Hmm..” He looks at you with the look akin to the eyes of a clueless dog. He was dragging this on even if he didn't realize it. ”I came to sleep.”

Ah. It was then that you remembered that he does have rights to enter this room as casually as he did— despite not having entered it once since your marriage— since it was originally meant for the two of you. “Oh, right..” You awkwardly sat back down on the bed and continued to brush your hair— not because it was still in tangles, but because you honestly don’t think you can sit there and do nothing with the awkward air hanging above you currently. But just for how long will you keep up with that? Is it too awkward for you to just lie down and say your good nights? Malleus seems to not be bothered at all at just how abrupt he came.

Eventually, you had to put your brush down, having your arms grow tired from its monotonous actions. “Then, I’ll go to sleep first, Your Highness..” You turn slightly to look at his form. Even with the robe covering his skin, you could tell that he was keeping in shape with how broad his shoulders were. And the robe really didn’t try to hide the muscles on his arms and in fact, it seems that the piece of clothing wanted all to see it as well.

“Good night.” He was still drying his hair when he spoke. You can’t see his face so you’re not sure what he’s truly feeling.. And why he decided to join you tonight. Where had he been sleeping anyway? It was a question that wasn’t waiting anxiously for an answer as you try to lull yourself to sleep despite the situation. You honestly don’t think you’d be able to sleep though, you think, when you find yourself staring at the wall in front of you instead but remaining quiet.

At that second the light slowly began to dim. It wasn’t completely turned off like an extinguished flame. In just the short time you’ve been here, you noticed a lot of things that are different from your norms; one obvious fact— other than that the citizens were not human— was that they use magic for basically everything they do. One time, you had happened to stumble upon a broom sweeping the floor by itself. Perplexed and intrigued, you went to touch the broom but at that moment, the broom felt startled and suddenly fell limp on the floor. A fae came from just around the corner hurriedly and began reprimanding you, saying to not touch it or else the magic will diminish. One day led to another and you happened to pass the kitchen and saw a bag of flour fly across your face. To them, magic was wielded with ease that having one doesn’t automatically get you into the wizard’s tower and work there. Back home, there is one such spell caster that could wield it just as easily which had everyone drawing their eyes to.

When soft snores could be heard, Malleus relaxed his shoulders. What you had thought originally turned out to be wrong, the weight of your body being engulfed in such warmth had it melt into it after a night out. “Lilia.” He mutters and suddenly, a red butterfly with the faint glow akin to a firefly flaps its wings towards him. It had always been since the moment Malleus walked in but you hadn’t noticed since it had hidden itself in the walls. Intangible words were passed in hushed tones. The butterfly wasn’t talking but sounds of airy whispers were indeed coming from it. To anybody listening in, it would sound haunting. It made sounds as if thousands of folks were talking at once in a language they do not know at a low volume. The veil of magic on the butterfly made it so that only the intended listener could make out its words.

He was originally going to sleep in the room that he has been staying in, however..

"Khehee."

He crosses his arms as he stares disapprovingly at the little butterfly. Just moments earlier Lilia had approached him and prevented him from going to his room. "I had forgotten to tell Sebek that you had gone for the night." Is what the old fae said to him. Apparently Sebek had flipped the entire room and the rooms near it since he hadn't answered the door and became worried that something bad had happened to him. Though he's not sure how much of it is true. It doesn't make sense to him since he is more capable than any guard. He even was denied having another room set for him by none other than the old fae. "The servants must be quite tired by now, hm? Let them have it easy just for tonight."

The butterfly continues chuckling as if this situation was amusing. He sighs and it was then that Malleus knew that this would be a long night.

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kusuguricafe · 23 days

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Too Ticklish

A/N: thank you so much @otomiyaa for allowing me to write a little continuation of Lyney's Trick!!

Summary: Lyney's trick having piqued Aether's curiosity, he decides to test Gaming's ticklishness out for himself

Characters: lee!Gaming, ler!Aether

After the small crowd around Gaming had dispersed, Aether tried to get his attention. “Hey!” Aether shouted, waving.

Gaming looked up and met Aether’s gaze. “Oh, hey!” Gaming waved back. He swiftly made his way towards Aether.

Aether led Gaming to somewhere more private. He said, “You looked like you were having fun up there.”

“Aha, yeah.” Gaming admitted, scratching his head.

“I appreciated the birthday wishes, even if they were made against your will.”

“I really did mean it, though!”

“I’m sure you did,” Aether smiled genuinely. “I had no idea you were so ticklish!”

“Uhm, y-yeah, I guess so.”

Aether had noticed Gaming giggle when Man Chai had playfully nuzzled him before, but he had never seen anyone actually tickle him until today.

“Say…” Aether started, “Would you be willing to grant me a birthday wish?”

“Oh yes, of course! Anything at all.” Gaming beamed.

“Perfect, because I really, really want to tickle you right now.” Aether raised his hands and wiggled his fingers.

“W-wait, what!? Really? That’s what you want? I’d be willing to do pretty much anything for you right now, and you want to… tickle me?”

“I do.”

“Was seeing me tickled on stage not enough for you?”

“Nope, I want to experience it myself.”

“Why!?”

“Your laugh is just too adorable to resist! Now c’mere!”

“WAH!” Gaming yelped as Aether pounced on top of him. He tried to wiggle away, but it was hard to move with Aether straddling his hips.

Much to Gaming’s surprise, two glowing green vines spontaneously grew up out of the ground and wrapped themselves around his wrists, pulling them above his head. Aether smirked.

“Wha-? When did you learn to do that?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Aether shrugged.

A few leaves sprouted from the vines and brushed against Gaming’s ears and neck.

“Eek!! Ehehe! Ahahahahahaha!”

“There’s that adorable little laugh of yours~”

“Ahahahahahahahaether!”

“What?”

“Stahahahap ihihihit!”

“Stop what? I’m not even doing anything, I’m literally just sitting here. Ohh, you must mean stop stalling and tickle you for real!”

“No! Nononono! Aether, please, I—”

“You’re what? Too ticklish?”

“I-aaaiiiEEEHEHE!”

Gaming’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Aether began vigorously rubbing his fingers in between Gaming’s ribs.

“Oh, wow! You’re really ticklish here! Too bad those three didn’t think to try this spot out.”

“AHAhahahAHAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Gaming blushed a deep shade of pink as he laid there, squirming around, realizing that all he could really do was take it. It was Aether’s birthday after all, and if this was making him happy, then it was absolutely worth it.

“Is this your worst spot?”

“SohohOHOhorta!”

“Sorta? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re c-clohohohOSE! AH!” Gaming jolted as one of Aether’s thumbs grazed just below one of his bottom ribs.

Both the vines and Aether’s hands paused. “Ha, gotcha.”

“No! P-p-plehease, I-I’m way too ticklish there!”

“Hm, alright. I’ll warm you up to it first.”

A few of the leaves moved down and slipped underneath his shirt, settling under his arms. They began to swipe up and down his armpits and over his chest

“EHEhehehEHEHE! Thahat feels weheheheird!”

Meanwhile, Aether scooched back onto Gaming’s thighs so that he had access to Gaming’s hips.

“Coochie coo~ Aww, look at you! You can barely take this, huh?”

“AHAAHAHA nohOHOAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The way Aether was squeezing Gaming’s hips and the tops of his thighs was driving him crazy, and the gentle fluttering of soft leaves against his sensitive underarms, chest, neck, and ears wasn’t helping.

“AHAHAHAHAHAETHERHERHER!! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.”

Gaming laid there and panted, flinching every time one of the leaves quivered against his skin. Despite this, he recuperated rather quickly.

“You ready for more? This’ll be the last time for today, I promise.”

“For today??”

Aether giggled.

“Fiiine. What’re you gonna-eEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEK!! AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, yeah, this is definitely your worst spot. Kitchy kitchy coo~!”

Aether dug his thumbs right under both of Gaming’s bottom ribs with precision, and he was right—he had found his death spot. Gaming shook his head and trashed as much as he could, kicking his legs, bucking his hips, and pulling at his restraints. Tears of mirth pricked the corners of his eyes, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAI’M GONNA DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIEEEEE!!”

“Who’s the most ticklish boy ever? You are! Yes you are!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—AHAHAHAHA—HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHA!!”

Gaming flushed. His laughter went silent, came back, went silent, and came back again.

“Aw, I don’t wanna actually kill you!” Aether slowed down his torment.

“AhahahahAHAhahahahaiieeeeheheheee!” Gaming felt like his brain was full of static.

When Aether finally stopped, he retracted the dendro vines holding Gaming’s wrists and got off of him. He stood up and offered a hand to Gaming, but it took a minute for Gaming to come back to Teyvat. When he could think again, Gaming was able to grab Aether’s hand.

After Gaming managed to stand back up, Aether patted his head, giving him a half commiserating, half apologetic look.

“I feel like I just went to Celestia and back.”

“That good?”

“Wha- No, that’s not what I- Hey! Aether, come back here!!”

“Catch me if you caaan!”

“Oho, you’re gonna regret that!”

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citrinesparkles · 10 months

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cold hands

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 789 words. notes: i started this in december i swear it was seasonally appropriate at the time warnings: n/a

he scooped your hands into his own, cupping them together and bringing them to his face smoothly.

he caught your eye with a small smirk. you knew him well enough to know he wasn't really smug- he was looking for your reaction, a silent is this okay wrapped up in his confident expression. the large, colorful lights strung across the shop front you had stopped in front of were reflected in his eyes, but he was focused entirely on you.

you slipped your thumb out of his hold and ran it over his own.

jason took it for the invitation it was and exhaled heavily over your frigid fingers, looking down to them.

you, though? you kept your gaze right where it was.

he was beautiful, you thought. a strong jaw and handful of faded scars were contrasted by the softness of his eyes, his red (garnet, you remembered him saying with a little self-aware grin, not red- that was a work color, and you weren't work) knit hat bringing out the green in them. he was bathed in an orangey-pink from the décor behind you, and you almost wanted to pull a hand back to take a picture.

almost.

"i'm buying you some damn gloves," he muttered without heat, laughter buried in his tone as he gently massaged your fingers.

"and put my personal hand warmer out of a job?"

"he's creative. he'll find another one."

you let out a small huff of laughter, the sound turning to fog between the two of you. you pulled your hands out of his grasp- earning a raised eyebrow- and pushed forward to take hold of the front of his jacket, gently pulling him into kissing range.

as always, he adapted almost instantly. "see?" he asked quietly, his palms finding your hips. "a new job opened up pretty quick."

"shut up," you mumbled fondly, pressing your lips to his.

the warmth in your chest absolutely erupted, the sweet, familiar feeling of his lips- of his presence- making your heart and mind go the same sugar-sweet shade of pink.

"i love you," you pulled back to whisper firmly, grip tightening on his jacket just to give some of the oomph in your veins somewhere to go.

you felt his chuckle under your fists and against your lips, like the bassline of your favorite song with the dial all the way up, rattling through the floor and into your ribs and threatening to turn you giddy. "i think that means i'm doing alright at my new job."

"you're doing wonderfully at your new job."

not much would be worth opening your eyes from such a spell, but you found that his smile made the list: crooked and fond and beautiful and somehow it was aimed at you.

"think i can clock in for another shift?" he asked lowly, playfully, sending another wave of butterflies through your system. they left quickly, replaced by a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.

"yes," you answered simply, trying (and failing, judging by his little laugh) to keep your eagerness under control. "you should."

so he kissed you again, holding you close. sheltering you from the chill of gotham in the dead of winter. reflecting warm lights onto you and chasing shadows away. turning every beautiful, poetic thought you'd ever had about him into something literal and visible and tangible and not having a single clue.

so he kissed you again, basking in the affection in your eyes and letting it warm him straight to his bones. begging his mind to save the image of you bathed in orange and pink and magic, looking at him like he was even close to that kind of beautiful, tugging him towards you like there was nowhere else on the planet you'd rather he be.

and he tried to hold you as softly as you deserved, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly and cherishing the way you immediately, confidently leaned into his touch like you trusted him to keep you upright.

it felt like someone cracked a glowstick where his heart should be.

no- that was too vivid, too harsh. this was like a candle, warm and steady and breathing and alive. this was something to look to in the dim and the dreary, something by which he could read; something to warm his hands over, something to turn to when the storms rolled through and the power failed and left him in the dark.

you were something to turn to in the dark.

he decided, then and there, pressed against your coat and your lips and your warmth, that you were getting the nicest gloves he could get his hands on.

#citrine writes #<- im so rusty thats not even a suggested tag anymore #anyway. it's like 80 degrees here <3 this makes literally no sense but that is okay!#i swear i tried Several other drafts but nothing was clicking tonight and i needed to write or i think i woulda gone batshit #its called a coping mechanism and sometimes you gotta turn your mind's clock back 6 months to give all your feelings a place to go.#so. bon appetit i suppose #jason todd #dc #imagines #jason todd imagine #x reader #dc imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #gn reader

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lover-of-mine · 5 months

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The thing is, the blue and green thing is pretty straightforward most of the time. If we're talking about main couples or secondary character.

Like, most of the time, it's pretty obvious, it's a shirt or a jacket, it's the first thing you will notice when you see the character.

The easiest couple to track all down is madney, i think because we see a lot of changes in the relationship, we end up getting more of them with the blue and green color scheme. But it is mostly a jacket, a sweater, a shirt.

So applying that rule to buddie, it happened twice. And it's interesting because it's a repeat shade from the only situation where Eddie and Ana were in the color scheme and because it's the shooting Buck and Taylor blue and green.

Eddie and Ana only have the one scene, so not a lot of choice there, but Buck and Taylor have a lot of them.

So, obvious, straightforward, not a lot to think about, BUT I am a crazy person, and I have been paying more attention to the couples and the use of blue and green, because I got curious after rewatching Boston for the rewatch, because I'm paying a lot of attention to backgrounds and scenery looking for the correct shots to gif, and watching under pressure right after.

Why? Well, I did say madney is the easiest way to track the blue and green thing. Boston is a very blue and green episode even when Maddie and Chim are not dressed in blue and green.

Maddie is wearing blue in the video, Chim is wearing green when he watches it, she's in blue while she's alone (even her hospital gown is blue, and that's not a common thing for the show), he's in green when he's alone, so we are still in the color scheme.

But considering the nature of the episode, Saint Patrick's Day, there is an insane amount of green being used as a backdrop. With Chim standing out because of the way his vest is blue in a sea of green.

But Maddie's jacket is only blueish, so things start to get muddy.

Because when they do meet, they are in neutral colors, but they have a lot of blue and green props and pieces of scenery.

But when she says she wants to go back home, Maddie's in a really dark green with some green detailing shirt, and Chim is in a blue shirt, but they both have jackets on, so the color is not the focus of the outfit.

Not like it would be here, when they find out Jee is a girl or in mixed feelings when literally every couple is blue or green at some point.

So the details matter too. I feel like that's a safe assumption. (It's not, everything about this is insane but stay with me)

Also, the blue and green thing can also be used in the search for love I would say, because Buck is wearing blue on the date with Veronica.

So, I established a pattern here, why does this relate to under pressure or buddie?

Neutral color outfits (which is fun considering their uniform is blue) and blue and green backgrounds. Yes, I understand that the blue is because of the sirens and there is the occasional red there too, but if we are using sirens as bisexual lighting, I'm using it here.

But the thing is, when thinking about the blue and green thing in the great scheme of things, I only ever considered tops, and a few dresses because of Karen, but considering my insanity over Boston, I was like, okay, let's expand.

If we ignore the uniform (I choosing to because they don't have a lot of room with the uniform, it is what it is, and sometimes a scene will happen in the firehouse) Eddie is wearing blue after the tsunami and the will reveal, Buck's wearing blue after Chim goes after Maddie, Buck's wearing blue in the kitchen talk in outside looking in (and yes he's wearing blue because Taylor is wearing green, but he's still in blue), the shirt Buck has under the red jacket during the breakdown is blue, Buck is wearing something blue(ish) when they talk about the couches, Eddie is wearing blue on the poker date, Buck is wearing green on the cemetery.

Oh, but Anna, they are mismatched, does it really mean anything?

Yeah, well, I don't know, but the thing here is actually all about the way I was watching tomorrow earlier, and everything about the episode is about Henren, right?

Hen and Karen don't have a lot of obvious blue and green moments, I've been searching for them and saving the ones I can find, but so far I just have two major ones, when they decide to foster and when Eva comes back the last time.

But the thing is, Hen's color pallet is about patterns. Karen's too. So I made the decision to go around looking for just, anything predominantly blue or green. So now I get to introduce pants into the situation.

Because after this there's even a random couple on a call with the blue and green being completed with pants.

And also, there's another using the background to complete the color scheme moment, since Hen's hoodie is blue and the backdrop is green behind Karen (this is a flashback and flashbacks tend to be muted, but it is green)

Okay, now, why does it matter? Thinking back to some major buddie scenes, I'm tempted to overanalyze Eddie's choice of pants.

Sure, in these two the pants are green, but Eddie is the one with the blue shirt to begin with, so not a lot to on there, BUT, we also have in the green pants with Buck in the blue background.

We also have this, with the green pants and the blue hoodie.

And the green background. Please notice the way the plants are out of focus behind Buck but not behind Eddie.

Also, something that drives me absolutely, completely crazy about the cemetery scene, or just about coloring it while gifing, is that the sky is blue behind Eddie, but it's not blue behind Buck (so this is hell to match)

Buck is wearing green, the sky is only blue behind Eddie. That's also interesting because Buck is never wearing green, unless something is wrong (breaking up with Ali and Taylor, the coma dream, the cemetery, longer meta about it can be found here) and they are consistent about Eddie being green, Buck being blue, so they switched colors, and something they do is switch color with Buck and Taylor when the relationship starts going to hell, so, choices.

Also, I'm curious about the choice of everything in the van being green. Not that there's anything visibly blue about Buck, even the sky and the water are barely blue, but it is funny.

They do have a blue truck, but that feels like a stretch even for me aoskoaskoaskaoksas

Anyway, that's enough craziness for the day, if you read this, I love you <3

#911 meta #911 #buddie thoughts #i feel so crazy right now oskaoskaoskas #so so so crazy lol #but hey #its a pattern lol #i hit the image limit #this is also very long for something this deranged lol #but who cares i dont

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kxyera · 5 months

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How the Ghouls spend time alone (SFW) <3

All fluff, first time i've ever wrote something like this :)

Aurora

I know for a FACT this girl can draw. She can sketch, paint, reference, shade and draw in multiple art styles. She's incredibly proud of her art (AS SHE SHOULD?!) and always draws little sketches of the other ghouls when shes bored or alone. She sometimes rips the pages out and gives it to the ghoul she drew, they always fawn over it and thank her multiple times.

Cirrus

She's a doomscroller. Enough said. She has a screen-time of over 10 hours and is not ashamed whatsoever. She also loves online shopping, she spends at least half her time scrolling to buy things she cant and will probably never afford or wear.

Cumulus

THIS. GIRL. CROCHETS. SHE IS A CROCHET QUEEN. She especially loves making stuffed animals and makes the ghouls little stuffed animals for anti-christmas and their birthdays. They're always personalised and is colour-coded to the giftee's element (EG: Fire = Red wool, Water = Blue wool, Air = White/grey wool, Earth = Green/brown wool, Quintessence = Purple). She loves the time and effort spent in making crochet projects, and absolutely adores seeing the other ghouls' face light up when they're gifted one of her projects.

Sunshine

I feel like she'd just enjoy the alone time. She'd go on walks by herself, skipping and listening to music. She just loves everything and is literally a walking ray of sun. literally.

Swiss

He definitely plays loud music and sings along to it. Other ghouls either love it or hate it, depends on what time of day/night it is. He once woke up Sodo at 2am from it. DEEPLY regretted it. Has always stopped playing music at exactly 10pm after that incident.

Sodo

Depending on his mood, he'll either practice his guitar or go on walks. He almost always practices his guitar as he thinks its the only thing that will keep him focused in on something. He plays to get his mind off of whatever happened and he'll only goes on walks when he knows he needs to properly clear his head.

Mountain

He'd be a gardening boy. His room is full of plants and he knows the exact name of every plant in his room. He'd go out to the ministry gardens and sit underneath one of the trees reading. He's a calm boy.

Rain

You bet your ass if its a rainy day he's out there running around in it. Heavy rain? He loves it. Storm? No problem. Thunder? He'll jump at the large crashes of thunder, but find it to be music to his ears. He takes daily showers and the water has to be cold. He loves cold water (especially in the mornings) and he absolutely has a rainfall shower head. His spare time is spent damp.

Phantom

This little gremlin is a walking pile of chaos. He once baked with the ghoulettes when he was bored. Its safe to say he's now officially banned from the kitchen. Everytime he has spare time alone, he instantly goes to find someone to mess about with. He also plans elaborate pranks to pull on the other ghouls in the future. Yes, he has a notebook with all these plans.

Aether

He’s the type of guy that reads a lot of old novels, always has a book on him. He *loves* H.P. Lovecraft, especially ‘Call of Cthulhu’ and could talk about it for hours by a cozy fire if he had someone to listen

#aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #domestic december ghost ghouls (sorta)#headcanons #ghost headcanons #ghost bc headcanons #ghost bc #kxyera’s headcanons

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kazoologist · 1 month

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Every Current Formula 1 Driver But I Decided They Were All Bugs

No Thoughts, Head Empty, Only Insects I Enjoyed From My Single Entomology Class Several Years Ago. Sorry to folks from outside the states. Most of these are like. my local critters.

Max Verstappen - Appalachian Jewelwing, Calopteryx angustipennis I have no reasoning behind this one. He just gives me the vibes of a damselfly kinda man.

Sergio Pérez - Synoeca Cyanea, a species of warrior wasp, or just the Synoeca genus again, literally no justification besides he's on the dark blue team and I just really like these wasps. Please read the Synoeca wikipedia page. they are SO cool.

Lewis Hamilton - Violet Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa violacea fashionable! cool lookin bee!

George Russell - Blue Hawker, Aeshna cyanea

Charles Leclerc - Cattle Killer/Cow Killer, Dasymutilla occidentalis (letting my south midwestern hick jump OUT here. most folks call em velvet ants)

Carlos Sainz - Red Admiral, Vanessa atalanta

Lando Norris - Walker's Cicada, Megatibicen pronotalis this is NOT meant to be a drag I actually love these freakishly loud animals but he just gives bright green cicada energy.

Oscar Piastri - Green Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa aerata cop out? yeah. good bee and something that feels correct? yes.

Fernando Alonso - Mourning Cloak, Nymphalis antiopa i love these fuckin bugs. absolute freaks of nature. they live for like a full year and they're always wandering around and getting up to something. plus they're very distinguished.

Lance Stroll - Common Buckeye, Junonia coenia I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one.

Valtteri Bottas - Eastern Cicada Hawk, Sphecius speciosus I just think they're neat!

Zhou Guanyu - Ebony Jewelwing, Calopteryx maculata blatant favoritism here. The ebony jewelwing is perhaps my all time favorite bug from home :) (its also v stylish)

Esteban Ocon - Chinese Mantis, Tenodera sinensis a noble creature that frequently scares the life out of me when i find one outside my window. Why the fuck are you so long. I appreciate u anyway.

Pierre Gasly - European Field Cricket, Gryllus campestris he just *feels* a bit crickety. Idk what to tell u man.

Kevin Magnussen - Halloween Beetle (or in America, the Japanese Lady Bug), Harmonia axyridis the most determined little bastard in the animal kingdom. They WILL get into your apartment through that microscopic sliver in the window.

Nico Hulkenberg - Green June Beetle, Cotinis nitida idk dude he just serves local scarab

Daniel Ricciardo - Black-And-Yellow Mud Dauber, Sceliphron caementarium im sure you are all noticing how much i love wasps by now. i was SO brave not making this a wasp only post. if ur american and a hick (hey girl(gn) hey) you'll know these guys From Constantly Being In Your Car's Inner Workings

Yuki Tsunoda - Bullet Ant, Paraponera clavata tiny but mighty!!!!! (short king solidarity)

Alex Albon - Great Black Wasp, Sphex pensylvanicus yet more blatant favoritism for my faves. Yes this post is so i can assign the williams boys and zg my fave types of local bugs. Anyway. this is one of the best wasps in the world. if u see her irl please stop for a moment to appreciate her. she's usually a docile species but she is very big and i love her. (good hunter too)

Logan Sargeant - Blue Dasher, Pachydiplax longipennis the ultimate late spring and all of summer insect of america. voted america's sweetheart of every local body of water eight millionth year in a row!!!! one of the best dragonflies in the country and i am serious!!! if u live in north america this summer, find a LAKE, a POND, A RIVER, perhaps even a CREEK!!!!!! A POOL WILL EVEN GET YOU! you'll find these folks. at current you might catch mating flight season!!! anyway. these are crazy good hunters and they're a beautiful little baby blue shade. anyway. logan and the rest of williams should go huntin for these when he gets back to florida. think it would fix em.

#zoomies posting #kazoo noises #babys first f1 season #sports posting #i said id do it and i was very serious #also sorry for the funky ordering i did this like in order that i thought of them and then had to match the teammates to whoever i did firs #this is why williams are the last ones here. i could NOT decide which wasp alex was gonna be

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Hi! I have a question regarding how close pebbles is to moon! I just finished reading pebbles pearl reading dialogue and in all his dialogue he just refers to moon as his neighbor. And he refers to suns as a close friend so do you think that canon pebbles doesnt feel close with moon while moon feels close with pebbles?

Oh no... do you know how much I love Pebbles and Moon's relationship. How well it's written, how every event makes sense and how much I love them?? Anon... you're sending me into a spiral..

Short answer to your question is yes! Moon thought of Pebbles as closer than he considered her in my opinion.

Incomprehensible ramble incoming! Since I NEED this information for my Moonie blog, I've researched this quite a bit, but I'm scatter brained so I'm sorry if it's hard to read.

We actually know this as a fact even merely from NSH talking about their relationship from him perspective!

Actually Sig and Suns are PERFECT candidates to peer into what Moon and Pebs were like! As they were their close friends from different sides of the coin!

Look at this for example.

Pebbles has always been distant. Moon tried to be a big sister to him and Sigs felt like she was never truly appreciated for it proper.

Suns acknowledges this and gives the reasoning that Pebbles sought independence. He didn't want to be told things. Which combined with Moon's seeing him as a younger sibling, it probably led to him being coddled too much.

Which.. no doubt probably annoyed him!

And how could he NOT seek independence on the other hand! He might sneer to Artificer about the protests concerning his creation, but they NO DOUBT left an impact on him! That's my opinion at least.

Not only was his very existence protested against from both the Shaded Citadel people, but ALSO from the very city that built him to MOVE there!!

WE KNOW that not everyone even MOVED!!!

(Ashy green pearl quote- Pebbles)

They did not want a new iterator!! They wanted Moon. No doubt he was compared to Moon as well. He didn't even get the luxury to have his own grounds of sorts. He and Moon are the only example we and hell maybe even they know of iterators being built so close together.

Which is especially sad when we put into perspective that Moon doesn't even like her citizens or have strong fondness for their art and culture. Unlike he very much does!

His last comfort was a pearl containing their hymn. He shares how he viewed the relationship he had with them as mutually beneficial (Very funny when she compares them to parasites.)

Moon is the one with seething hatred for them, not him which is just... so good. It only deepens as the game goes on by the way. Moon you are such a good character.

Back on track though.

What this entire situation reads to me as. Moon wanted to help and be there in any way she can for her little brother. She had responsibility over him. Pebbles was literally the only iterator out of them with another iterator administrator and it was her. She wanted for him to view her as family not as a boss or direct example.

But they were still attached and compared to one another. And although she tried her best, you can see how being treated as the lesser of the two, led to him wanting to be more distant.

Instead he grew very attached to Suns! Who seems like the opposite of Moon in all ways honestly. EXTREMELY BAD with their words, nihilistic prick!!!

It just makes sense. It's sad. I wouldn't blame anyone for the fact they grew a little distant.

I also don't in any way think Pebbles didn't at all like her or didn't care for her or all of that. His feelings were just complicated. I still think they loved each other.

#ask #anonymous #rain world #kiki rambles #PHEW #hope its readable #back i go to drawing moonies page for today #lore rambles

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devilgem · 13 days

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( @djh4l0v3rv3r & @lol81788177 !! )

OKAYY after brewing with a friend for ideas, i settled on hue, lace and denim!!

cw for mentions of toxic parenting & carnival-typical insanity

🩷HUE;;

-the oldest of the litter

-she/her

-has a pink theme

-fur is the same shade of red as rags’ hair

-known for having a thousand yard stare

-cannot stand her parents. jax scares her and ragatha is overbearing

-jax lashed out at her at one point. she still has the scars to prove it

-would grow up to be a baker of sorts. not too unlike mama ragatha.

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💚LACE;;

-the middle child and only boy

-he/they

-has a green theme

-has grey fur like jax

-partial to mama, indifferent to papa

-enjoys anything to do with cosmetics and would have a salon minigame

-excessively vain

-is the kind of person to point out and mock every little flaw

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💙DENIM;;

-youngest of the trio

-she/they

-has a blue theme

-has white fur

-harbors resentment towards ragatha

-sort of??? under jax’s custody

-she’d rather camp literally anywhere but Mother’s room

-would grow up to be a weaponsmith a totally normal engineer.

-she’s very normal i swear (no she’s not she is the female version of her father… arguably worse?)

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general tidbits;;

-the kids were born when ragajax were sentient but still sane.

-they are also born sentient.

-ragatha came up with the names. jax was gonna name them dishcloth, washrag and socks (to the frien that came up with this, if u see this hiiiii<3) and jokes he’ll save them for the next litter.

-in the beginning, ragajax tried their best with their limited knowledge on parenting. now they both suck.

-ragatha no longer lets the kits out of her room without supervision

-yes she took the kids and stopped letting jax see them at some point after his isolation. it gave him all the more reasons to despise her.

-ragatha will actually rip jax from limb to limb if she catches him around any of her babies. right in front of them no less.

-they both have lowkey a “i brought u into this world and i can take u out of it” mentality 😭

also have this concept doode of them all grownup:

idk how ai children would age maybe u can level them up like tamagotchis

#askies #djh4l0v3rv3r #lol81788177 #tadc #carnival au #bunnydoll #doodes #my ocs #fankid #oc: hue #oc: denim #oc: lace

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sehunniepotwrites · 1 year

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SHELVED AWAY | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. You and Johnny have been academic rivals since the day you first met. Top Two on the Dean’s List for your university’s English Department, it was hard to tell who claimed the number one spot on the list. You always butted heads, whether it was over who led the discussion in a course lecture, who got a higher grade on a paper, or who helped more customers at the bookshop you both worked at. When a bet to see who could sign up more customers for their shop’s loyalty program came to life, the both of you would stop at nothing to win this little game even if it meant getting closer to the other.

PAIRING. coworker!Johnny Suh x (f) reader GENRE. college!au, bookshop!au, enemies-to-lovers!au, academic rivals!au, suggestive, humor, fluff (?) WORD COUNT. 4.6k+ WARNINGS. characters are like cat-and-dog, make-out scene, profanity, name-calling (lmao), they bicker a lot

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work.

There were many things you loved about your university.

You loved how the campus was swarmed with trees, each building surrounded by a lush and vibrant green in the spring and summer months and warm brown shades during the cold of autumn and winter. You loved the sense of community your school upheld, always hosting events that were opened to anyone and everyone in the immediate area. The way it made you feel at home when you were miles away. The friends you made in your major and the small department you belonged to.

You adored it all.

The one thing you hated about your university though wasn’t a thing at all. It was a person who went by the name of John Jun Suh. People in the English department, whether it be faculty, staff, or fellow students called him by Johnny but you wouldn’t succumb to calling him by his preferred name. It made you seem closer to him than you really were and you despised that even being a possibility. You weren’t close. You were far from that.

Johnny Suh was your rival in every sense of the word. The top two students in the entire department—he concentrated in Literal and Cultural Studies while you dabbled in Creative Writing—you never saw eye to eye.

Even in a shared lecture hall, you and Johnny were miles apart, distance fueled by your competitive spirits and mutual distaste for the other.

Miles apart and still butting heads as academic rivals were destined to do. The discussions in the courses you shared were led by your volleying, voices only increasing in volume as you challenged each other’s thoughts and cruxes. Fighting for the attention of the professors. Competing for the highest grade on the latest paper or the spot of tutor in the Writing Lab.

And just how you had a certain way of doing things, Johnny did the same, using a completely different method.

In other words, the two of you were complete opposites.

While you preferred the lighter side of fiction, he longed for the darker bookish themes. The same went for your style of dress—your academia-themed wardrobe was filled with whites, off-whites, and the lighter colors of the spectrum whereas Johnny’s clothes consisted of darker statement pieces including black turtlenecks and dark brown slacks with matching coats. Dark shades and fits that only accentuated his devastatingly handsome figure.

When you felt comfortable studying during the light of day, you always caught Johnny entering the library in the dark of night as you left for home.

He was a bookish social butterfly, his wings fluttering about here and there around the English department building and in any club that sparked his interest, while you stayed in your tightly-knitted group of friends.

Your friends never understood why you hated him. Yes, you were rivals when it came to grades and other educated-related things, but they truly believed you would get along if you really got to know him.

You hated him because it seemed as if he was blessed with everything in life—intelligence, a light and friendly attitude despite his dark attire, physical features that rivaled ones belonging to the gods. Thick hair that looked good in any color. Eyes that shined behind the glare of his rounded specks. Proportions that made both men and women alike swoon. A voice filled with a variety of colors. Johnny was almost perfect without even trying and you despised him for it.

They were wrong about you and him. So completely wrong.

You knew it. You were almost certain Johnny knew it too.

There was no way you could get along with John Jun Suh. Never in your wildest dreams.

You thought you would find solace working in the town center’s bookshop. Clearly, as Johnny stood before you, with his brand new name-tag pinned against the expanse of his chest, you thought wrong.

To make matters worse, you were the one assigned to train him, to show him the ropes. According to your boss, there was no one better to show the giant how everything works around the store. Your boss wasn’t wrong, you just hated the fact that you had to share one more thing with Johnny Suh.

With and without your help, Johnny picked up quickly and worked his way up to one of the shop’s top sellers list. Once again, you two were tied for a title. Your boss, sensing your drive to compete, fueled the fire even more in the form of commissions.

As one of the only bookstores in your college town, your place of employment was quite a popular place. People of all ages flocked to your store to find the book they were seeking and it was time to take advantage of it. In order to engage with customers, your boss launched a loyalty program in which people could earn points that led to discounts. An employee of the shop would earn a commission every time someone signed up for the program under their recommendation. The staff member who received the most commissions within three months after launch would get an extra bonus. It was a fantastic plan, one that was well-received by the staff and the public, especially by you and Johnny.

The two of you found it as another way to compete, especially when you were the highest performers in house. A bet resulted from this “friendly” competition, the loser having to do whatever the winner wanted of them. You remembered the day the bet was established, the rage festering inside you egging Johnny on.

“I’m going to get that bonus, Suh, just you wait,” you said, pushing yourself off the shelf you leaned on. “Just you fucking wait.”

Johnny’s face whipped straight to you with a smirk permanently etched on his full lips. With raised brows, he answered, “Oh, I think you’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart, because that money is mine.”

He tried to distract you with silly nicknames and it didn’t work. “Stubborn as ever, aren’t you?”

“I’d say the same about you,” Johnny lowered his lids, lashes brushing against the tops of his cheeks. He crossed his arms against his chest, muscles straining against his tight shirt’s form hugging fabric. You willed yourself to look away from the bulging muscles that caught everyone else’s attention. “I’d suggest a bet but everyone knows I’ll win.”

“Oh, please. You’re too confident in yourself!”

“And you’re not?”

“I’ve been here longer and I have more customer service experience than you, John, so I clearly have the upper hand,” you argued as your feet led you to him.

“And yet all the customers come to me when we’re servicing the same area, I wonder why that is,” Johnny shrugged, “Must be your resting bitch face scaring them away.”

You scoffed, “Is that supposed to be an insult? You need to try a little harder to actually hurt my feelings.”

“Believe me,” Johnny paused to say your name and you tightened your fists to fight the shiver his words caused, “I’m only just getting started.”

“Okay, if it’s a bet you want, fine. I’m in. Loser gets to grant the winner’s wish, no matter what it is.” You stuck your hand out and it lingered in the air for a second too long.

When you tried to pull it away, Johnny’s hand reached out to join them together. You ignored the electricity that shocked your brain. The feeling of warmth his touch gave you.

“Fine,” he agreed.

“Good!”

“Good.”

Neither you or Johnny announced what you wanted as punishments, saving the surprise for when the three months concluded. Despite that, you were not one who took losing well. So, you did whatever means necessary to win. Johnny did the very same.

Your coworkers gave up on winning that bonus because no one was as passionate as you both were, parading around the grounds while sabotaging each other. Johnny hid your online orders and you stole his customers. You had yelling matches in the stock rooms, ones others could hear if they passed by the back doors. They never stopped you–they knew better than that–instead, they just let it all unfold, wondering where your arguments would lead you next.

“Stop taking customers away from me!” you screeched at him one day when the shop was devoid of people. It was a slow day so far with no one else but Johnny and a few more coworkers to keep you company.

You passed the point of annoyance and almost grabbed the closest hardcover within your reach. A good hit on the back of Johnny’s head would do your coworker some good. Johnny deserved it, especially when that specific guest signed up for the program right in front of you. You caught Johnny double checking the person’s entered information on his computer screen, reading everything back to him to check for accuracy.

You couldn’t believe he ripped another one away from your fingertips. According to the data up till then, tallied on a whiteboard in the break room, Johnny was five commissions ahead of you. You were in the lead last week but he intercepted so many of your customers in the past two days, Johnny saw catching up as child’s play. That last customer made it six.

Johnny simply rested his sharp chin, “You were taking too long so he came to me. Seemed like he was in a rush.”

“I was trying to find him the perfect copy,” you spat back. “A lot of the covers were damaged during shipping.”

“And some people don’t care about that stuff.”

“Are you saying you don’t?” you asked.

“No, I do. But others, like that guy who just left, don’t.”

“Whatever, fucker,” you turned away from him, logging back into your computer that kicked you off during your time away.

“Such eloquent words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours,” Johnny laughed, satisfied with the irritation in your voice. Your mind fixated on the compliment and you did your absolute best to ignore minuscule, barely-there thump in your chest. “Wonder what other insults you can come up with. Maybe you’ll dive into some Shakespearean ones, those are always fun.”

“Watch your back and your customers, Suh,” you threatened, fingertips pressing harshly against the keys.

He heard the anger with every little click. “Sure, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Just for that,” Johnny smirked, “I don’t think I will.”

“Thief.”

“Slowpoke.”

But as the months passed, there were times when Johnny would get a little too close to you and his presence didn’t bother you as much as before.

His voice wasn’t as irritating from near or far. Your eyes stopped twitching when Johnny would change his commission count on the communal white board.

Sometimes, you would feel his large, warm hand on your back as he tried to get to his register. Other times, you felt his breath hitting your cheek while he leaned down to look at your computer. When you argued, you were suddenly hyper aware of how his body was less than an inch away from yours. How he, at times, would stare at your frowning lips for a beat too long. Or how his biting words turned a little kinder when you were having an off day.

Those things shouldn’t have affected you in the way that they did, making your heart rumble in your chest like an earthquake shaking your entire world. But as much as you wanted to deny it, Johnny tugged on your heart strings. Unknowingly, his actions made you revisit the chapter of your story that focused on love. Little by little, they added words to pages left untouched for many years, bringing the paper to life. And you weren’t sure of where this plot point was taking you next.

“I didn’t know you liked this genre,” you approached him one day as Johnny sat in the break room. His nose was stuck inside one of your favorite novels, one that you recommended to anyone who asked for a romance suggestion. The book itself came out two weeks ago and it sold out within hours.

You, being an avid reader and book reviewer, received access to an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review. And an honest review you gave that had everyone who followed you buzzing until the release date.

“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Johnny smiled softly at you, his long fingers coming up to slip a bookmark in between the pages he left off on. He slid past you, gently placing the novel back into the small crevice of his work locker. “It’s really good so far, I see why you’ve been raving about it. I’d keep reading but my break’s up,” he said to you, his hand grazing at the small of your back to move you out of his way, “but I’ll talk to you more about it later, yeah? I marked some quotes I liked.”

Your gaze followed him out, not knowing why that touch and his words made you freeze in place. It made him seem like a romantic, something that you really wouldn’t have guessed.

There were a lot of things you knew about Johnny Suh. You knew how he irritated you to death and how he always came in early for his shifts. He hated being late. He was always on time.

You knew how he preferred darker neutrals than your lighter colors when it came to wardrobe palettes. How he belonged to a different English concentration but still took creative writing courses to expand his verse.

But there were a lot of things you don’t know about him, too. You didn’t know how he took his coffee in the morning or who his favorite author was. His favorite genre of book or his preferred type of music when he studies so diligently on his breaks. You didn’t know how he liked to spend his time away from school and work. Whether he preferred plain sticky notes or the Disney Princess ones he was currently placing on the pages of your favorite book.

You didn’t know if he was dating anybody or remotely interested in anyone at the moment. Not that you actually cared.

There were a whole lot of things you didn’t know about Johnny but just looking at him with your beloved novel in hand, marking the pages with his own inklings, you felt your heart wanting to learn more about the coworker you came to hate. Yearning to occupy the spot in front of him and exchange his current thoughts on the book. Longing to hear how his mind interpreted fact and fiction.

You didn’t know much about John Jun Suh but the book of your heart had already opened its pages up, ready for him to fill you up with words and maybe, his love.

It was the second to last week of the bet and you were working the busiest shift of your life.

There was a signing with a popular author earlier in the day, flooding the store more than usual. It ended around an hour ago but the weening crowd from the event lingered in between the aisles. Some of your coworkers already clocked out for the day, only assigned the hours of the signing. But you, of course, were not able to leave as you were that day’s shift lead. So you carried on, starting your rotation as the customer service stand in the middle of the store.

You smiled at a customer who approached you, grabbing their sheet of confirmation paper for a book on hold. Gesturing to the back room with the paper in hand, you said politely, “Wait right here. I’ll be right back with your book.”

The customer nodded at you in reply and with that, you were off. Johnny, who was manning the other customer service computer next to you, followed suit. Rolling your eyes, you attempted to walk faster but with daddy long legs behind you, it didn’t take long for him to catch up to your pace. Pretending the tall boy with the stupid round glasses and the stuck-up dark academia fit wasn’t there, your focus remained on the paper in your grip. Studying the printed font, you maneuvered through various bookshelves without looking up until you reached a door that read “Employees Only.”

Swiping your employee card to grant you access, you hurried in to keep Johnny out. Kicking the door closed you didn’t work–Johnny’s long foot caught it before it shut and you cursed. You wished it slammed against him, inflicting some sort of pain—much like the pain he caused you.

Sighing, a realization hit you. He was never going to leave you alone no matter how hard you tried. But did that truly upset you or did it leave your body buzzing with nerves?

“You’re ignoring me,” Johnny deadpanned as your hands ghosted against the spines of many books lining the shelves. His heavy footsteps echoed in the room; it was louder than your nervous breaths. Being alone with him did make you nervous, not that you would ever admit it out loud.

You would never admit to the butterflies you felt when he was around or the way your heart pounded erratically against your breastbone. You would never admit the way the scent of his perfume drove you a bit mad—almost as mad as the famed hatter—or how irritatingly handsome he looked when he studied at the counter, full lips in a pout and rounded glasses sliding down the slope of his nose.

Or how much you liked when he did little things like holding the door open for you when you had a dolly filled with merchandise. Making sure you got a worksheet that you missed during a class discussion. How you grew sweet on him when he’d drive you home after a shared closing shift, expressing his concern for your safety.

Johnny said he wouldn’t want any girl to wait out in the dark for an unreliable bus. He’d rather see you home so he was one hundred percent sure you made it back to your apartment in one piece. Johnny wouldn’t leave the lot until he saw your bedroom light turn on. He memorized what floor you were on the day he took you all the way to your door. It was the night some loiterers were being loud and obnoxious at the front of your building. You didn’t feel safe walking past them on your own, frightened by the drunken catcalls they threw at people passing by. So like any good person would do, Johnny draped a protective arm around your shoulder, told you to keep your pretty little head down, and led you to the elevator.

You even caught yourself dreaming about him during the day and night, random thoughts of him streaming into your consciousness. They were like little movie reels playing in your head. Scenes of him sitting in the corners of the shop, reading and annotating the books you recommended to guests, or him sipping on that large cup of iced americano that he consumed daily.

You would never admit to any of those things, especially not to him.

“I’m not ignoring you, you’re too insignificant to ignore.”

Johnny laughed a light chuckle as if he thought your response was cute. You hated it.

“I just don’t want anything to do with you, and also— I. Am. Working,” you hissed as you finally reached the shelf you were looking for. The customer had ordered a new contemporary romance novel—one you found yourself indulging in during your breaks before it was released—but it was nowhere to be found in your stock.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Johnny’s voice came from behind you. You felt the heat of his body and you clenched your hand, ultimately wrinkling the paper you held. That was fine; the customer didn’t need it after your interaction anyway. It was going straight to the trash, just like your heart was.

Your not-so-fragile heart was going in the damn garbage because you were letting a stupid pretentious English major rile you up over the dumbest things. An ounce of hate consumed you as you came to this epiphany. You were supposed to hate him, despise him for challenging your position as the top seller in the store, and for stealing your spotlight from the English department. So why didn’t you?

“God—where is that damned book?” Your irritation seeped through your words and the way you slammed the metal shelves.

Johnny chuckled, easily snatching the paper from your hands, earning a small huff from you. He took a glance at it before shifting his gaze to the higher shelves--the ones you needed a step stool for. Your co-worker, smug as he could be, found it easily and with confidence, he reached for it. The action pressed you against the shelf, your hands immediately finding purchase on the metal to steady yourself from the unexpected weight. His strong, hard chest was against your back and his hot breath hit your ear. “Looking for this one?”

You stiffened against him. You could not move, not when Johnny’s weight trapped you between his arms. Not when the sweet scent of his cologne was flooding your senses. Not when his low, husky voice whispered in your ear.

“I don’t need your help,” you hissed back, fingers gripping onto the edge of the shelf.

“You need my height.”

“There’s a step stool right there for me to use so no, John, I don’t need your help.”

“Clearly, you do, sweetheart, you couldn’t even find that book for that sweet customer that’s waiting for you out there.”

The nickname, although a bit heart-fluttering, was also somewhat degrading and it set you off. Fire seeped through your veins. With a breath, you turned so that you were chest to chest. With furrowed brows and a piercing glare, you said, “I don’t need you—“

“You sure?” Johnny leaned closer, his hazed eyes dipping down to your frowning lips for a fraction of a second.

You caught the action and again, your heart tried pushing its way out of your body, “—or your help or your teasing here and in class. I’m tired.”

“I’m not.” Of course, he wasn’t. He never was. That’s what made him so annoying—his persistence.

“Give me the book, John.”

“Nah, I think I’ll hold on to it for you.”

“Hand it over.”

Lowering down to her level, he smirks and says, “Why don’t you make me?”

“Don’t think I can do it?”

“Oh, I’d really like to see you try.”

Johnny’s challenging words pulled you to do something unexpected. Instead of replying with words, you accepted his provocation by yanking him to your level and fitting your mouth against his. Your fingers curled in his long, soft hair while his free hand drifted to your waist. It wrapped around your middle, further trapping you in between his build and the cold metal shelf.

Johnny kissed you like it was something that he wanted to do. Like it was something he was meant to do. Whenever you moved, he followed. Every little tilt of the head or breath you took was followed by him finding his way back to you. There was no escaping his lips, his scent, his whole entire being. Johnny was all around you and for once, you let yourself indulge in the moment.

When Johnny swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, you opened yourself up to him. You allowed him to explore parts of you that had been closed off for many years. The levels of passion were on an equal scale, the tiny noises escaping you matching the level of Johnny’s eager groans. He made you forget where you were once his grip found its way to your chin, pulling you to close the space you created as you took a needed breath. The task of helping the customer was temporarily erased from memory as he pulled away just enough to whisper your name against your lips.

But it all came back to you once you felt that book–the one you fought him for–press against your middle. It was wedged in between your bodies, distracting you from the pleasure that came from kissing your rival.

So, as Johnny went back in for another kiss, you grabbed the book out of his loosened grip and shoved him away.

Taking a good look at him, Johnny’s face was red and his lips were all kinds of swollen. There was a dazed look in his eyes, one that was so hazy, it was the dreamiest thing you had ever laid eyes on. His hand remained at the level of your head, fingers twitching, as if they wanted to grab hold of you once more. Your name barely escaped his lips when you slowly retreated towards the exit. You created a wider space between you, with the coveted book in one hand and the other blindly reaching for the door handle.

“There. See?”

“See what?” Johnny said breathlessly.

“I tried,” you replied, staring right into his eyes. If you looked elsewhere, if your gaze wandered back down to the lips that tasted so addicting, you would have folded and ran back right to him. Shaking the book within his view, you continued on, “And when I try, I always get what I want.”

Giving him no time to talk back, you opened the door and made your great escape.

His brown eyes remained on the door long after you left, waiting for his heart to calm itself. His fingers rubbed against his lips, mind still clouded with no one else but you. That wasn’t an odd occurrence to him, it was actually quite a normal one. Not that you had to know.

Johnny opened up to the thought of you long before that kiss occurred.

It happened earlier in the year, when he saw you tutoring his friend Mark in the English department’s writing center. You diligently helped the struggling student, offering him constructive feedback with a high amount of patience. You stayed hours after your tutoring shift ended, making sure Mark hit every point on the grading rubric to ensure that he would get a passing grade.

There was no need for you to go out of your way like that but you wanted to out of the goodness of your heart. And just like you assisted Mark, you continued to go above and beyond in your bookstore clerk duties to guarantee that every customer left satisfied.

Your dedication to your work was admirable. It made you all the more charming in Johnny’s eyes, even more charming than the first time he laid eyes on you during first year orientation.

A new book opened way back then, the love story in his heart practically writing itself. But as your treatment and obvious distaste towards him worsened over the years, he shelved that book away. Despite the harsh treatment he didn’t deserve, Johnny’s heart always held a soft spot for you; the page he left off on dog-eared for him to return to. It remained folded, the crease pressing a permanent indent into the page in case Johnny wanted to explore his feelings in depth once again.

And as you rang up the customer that you fought over, Johnny went through the library of his mind, searching for that book he filed away. And once he found it, he pried it out of the shelf and opened it back up, undoing the crease that bookmarked where he left off.

Johnny was ready to fall in love again but more importantly, he was ready to fall in love with you.

EMPLOYEE BULLETIN BOARD. Hey, everyone! I’m back. Long time no chat <3 First of all, happy new year! But more importantly, happy Johnny day!!! I went through my archives to find this. It was originally planned to be a longer fic but I lost inspiration for it. Maybe I can come back to it one day and fully flesh it out. But until then, this is all I’ve got (until Jaehyun’s birthday). Please tell me what you think of it. I feel like I’m a bit rusty ;;;

A big thanks to @lavendersuh for reading through this multiple times and editing/suggesting things when she saw fit. You’re the best, Em <3 @smileysuh you’re the king for also skimming through this. And @yutaholic for indulging me as I spam her with all my ideas uwu. You’re awesome!!

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WC: Around 9k (I'm so sorry I literally couldn't stop writing OR you're most welcome!

A/N: Holy flippin' shit balls. This took me forever to write! And I'm super sick of reading and editing it.

Anyway, I really hope you all like it! Thanks for reading!

NSFW 🔞 🔞 🔞. Sanemi x Giyū x Reader (y/n).

Sanemi is kind of an asshole but sexy as f. Tomioka is kinda fun/funny.

~~~WHOSE PLACE?

It was November, and the air was already turning cold in the Japan countryside. Today's training had been a particularly rough assembly. The Wind and Water Hashira bearing down upon you all the wisdom of the old ways. It was so exhausting. You thought the training would never end.

Finally, Tomioka and Shinazugawa agreed it was time to end this meeting. You were shocked at their mutual decision to stop for the day. They hate each other. And it wasn't like them to cut things short, but you had been out there since 4 am. Even the strong have to sleep, you figured.

You head for the co-ed shower, about 10 minutes away. It crosses your mind that there may be others there tonight after the intense training. But you're so desperate for some relief from the pain emanating from nearly every muscle in your overworked body that you shake the thought off and continue on.

You arrive at the bath house just as the sun is getting ready to set. No lights had been turned on yet, but you didn't care. There was something so serene about showering in near darkness. Removing your uniform, you glance around looking for any signs of other people - especially Hashira - in the house with you. You saw and heard nothing, sure you were alone and could proceed without modesty.

You stood there, mindlessly absorbing the heat from the hot water dripping onto your tired and battered body. A noise. The door opening? "Heh- hello?" You asked. Feeling like an idiot for standing in the dark all by yourself and asking who was out there. Not that you couldn't handle yourself, should the situation arise. But you were damn tired and not in the mood for any drama.

"Hiii y/n! It's just me!" A sweet voice answered back to you. "Oh, Mitsuri! I'm in the back left corner." You couldn't hear her light footsteps as she approached you. But then you saw her gorgeous green eyes and lush skin glowing in what was left of the golden sun's rays as she rounded the corner. "Oh ..." You let out a little squeak. "Oh dear, y/n. I'm sorry, is this uncomfortable for you?" You felt yourself turn an unnatural shade of red as you twisted your right leg around so your foot was resting on your painted toes. "Really, I can shower another time if this doesn't sit well with you, y/n."

Mitsuri was a godess. You wouldn't exactly say you were attracted to her. But she was, through and through, a beautiful person. "Noo! It's fine that you're in here. Of course, it's fine. I don't think I could ask anyone to leave, even if I was uncomfortable. It's a public shower space. If I don't like it, then I should shower in the privacy of my own room. But the water is just so much hotter here," you both laughed at the sad truth of this. It's like the Corp wanted its members to intermingle.

"Oh, yay! I always enjoy your company, y/n. May I braid your hair after we shower?" You had a difficult time telling her no when you weren't exhausted. But trying to deny her something she genuinely enjoys. Tonight? Uh-uh. She was going to braid your hair if you were conscious or not. And somehow, that wasn't at all weird to you.

"There you go, y/n! You look so pretty ... eeeee!" Was this woman ever not giddy? You admired her exuberance. You both got your robes on and headed back to your rooms. "Thank you for braiding my hair so beautifully, Mitsuri. I love it! Are you going to be back at it tomorrow?" She wasn't participating in the training this week because she was assigned a mission in a nearby village. "Yes, I will be there for 3 days. But it's ok, I do the village girls' hair in my downtime. It's so much fun!"

She turned to hug you goodnight, and you couldn't help but melt into her touch. You were so tired and she was ridiculously warm and soft. And she smelled fucking delicious. Like vanilla, cinnamon, and sugar in melted butter. She was a walking cinnamon roll.

"Now, I know that Giyū and Sanemi can let their own turmoil get in the way of teaching you new slayers how things are done. But just know that if it boiled down to it, they'd both lay down their lives for any one of you. Especially you." Her eyes got bigger, "Have you noticed how they both look at you, y/n?" She winked and blew you a kiss as she pushed her door closed.

"I have a cavity from how sweet she frickin' is," you quietly said to yourself. You had just stepped up onto the wooden pathway that was built for the wet weather months. It looked like it'd been there for hundreds of years. You followed that as it led you between several of the buildings, headed to the one your room was in.

The night had gotten even colder since you said goodnight to Mitsuri. You wore nothing under your robe. Nor did you dry your hair before Mitsuri braided it. Shivering, you began looking around for any sign of movement. You were fairly confident that it was late enough, and no one would be out to see what you were about to do. It would be ok to do this.

Hastily, you pulled open your robe, and you were completely exposing your front. It wasn't as if you were parading around like this. You were making a mild adjustment, so you could be a bit warmer on your walk home.

You began to straighten your robe out at your sides. Looking down at your front, preparing to wrap it tightly around your shivering frame. You turned a corner right as Tomioka came from the other direction. You smashed your naked body into him. A Hashira.

"Ho-mi-god," he whispered. You let out a small yelp. As you jumped back, you tripped over the edge of the pathway. You landed ass first in a huge mud puddle that was more mud than water, and to make matters worse, you continued to topple in reverse so the back of your head smacked into the drier area of the ground. The braids Mitsuri gifted you not thick enough to cushion any of the blow. You were still exposed as you sat there. You were trying to come to some conclusion about what just happened here. But it didn't stop at you and your ass smooshing into the mud.

You were seeing stars. Or was that just Tomioka standing over you?

"Oh god, oh my god," he stuttered. "Are you ok?" His normally monotone voice was rich with concern. You sat up on an elbow while your other arm tenderly rubbed the knot that was already forming on the back of your head.

"OW! Mitsuri JUST did my hair!" You whined. You didn't mean to say it like that. But Jesus, the impact was so hard that your head is pounding in pain. Tomioka jumped off the raised walkway and went to help you. He was getting flustered at your laying there. And it was hard for him pretending to be oblivious to your tits and cunt on display. "Tell ... uh ... you, no me ... FUCK! I'll tell you what you want - I mean you tell me what you want and I'll tell you what I need ... Goddamn it!"

"How hard did I hit my head?" You asked. "Is this me who's not understanding? Or are you having some sort of malfunction?" He managed to compose himself enough to say it one more time. Correctly. "Tell me what you need here." He sounded even more serious right now. "How can I help yoooohhh sshhhhit! Whoa-whoa-ohhh!" He completely lost his footing and slipped, landing right on top of you between your spread and anchored legs. His face fell into your tits. He just let his head sink into you, "I'm sorry."

You had such a hold on where your ass had planted itself that when he landed on you, you didn't slide back. So you felt the impact of his body slamming into yours. All. Of. It. You looked at him as he lay there, turned on, and humiliated for being in such a state over this. Over you. You began to giggle. But that soon turned to raw arousal as you realized his dick was pressing into you. Granted, there was a layer or two of cloth restricting its access to your warmth. No, this wasn't funny anymore.

Tomioka wasn't the slightest bit amused by this, either. You had a feeling it was for a different reason than being so close to one another that it wouldn't take much at all for him to just slip right into you. Agitated, he started to push himself up off of you. He slipped even harder than before. This time, it was his mouth that met with yours, and he let out a low moan. His stiff cock even more apparent, pressing into you. You almost died of emptiness.

Though, how awkward, this position you two were in. He's lying - Giyū fucking Tomioka is lying on top of me. Between my legs, hard as fuck. And he just kissed me, you thought. You were doing every single thing within your power to not grab him by the length of his hair and kiss him back. Well, sorta. But he wanted to fuck. And you wanted to fuck. You knew this much was true.

Footsteps. Someone is coming, and they're going to find you, and Tomioka, sunnyside up. "What the hell is all this racket out he-." Sanemi stopped dead in his tracks. His skin turned even more white than it usually was. One more second passed that felt like an eternity, and he began laughing at the two of you. Doubled over laughing.

"You idiots," he bellowed. "Sure, y/n's fuckable, Tomioka. But show some restraint for Christ's sake. You're in a mud hole. She's a new member of the corp." He laughed even harder at his observation. "Master is going to just love this! The king of abstinence was found dry humping a new recruit in the mud. Oh fuck. You can't make this shit up." He bent over laughing at the crack he made at Tomioka's expense.

"Shinazugawa, quit being an asshole and help us." He folded his muscular arms over his chest and said down to Tomioka, "Ah ah ahhh. That's no way to talk to the man who's going to save not only your ass but your little girlfriends, too."

Girlfriend? Your body was gushing at the idea of being Tomioka's girl. He was so sexy with his stoic demeanor, dark hair framing his face and his deep blue eyes behind all of that. Watching him closely for any reaction he might let slip, you shifted beneath Tomioka so your cunt was lined right up with the tip of his dick. Still just as hard as before, if not harder.

"Sanemi! At the very least, would you help. y/n? Please?" You could feel Tomioka's muscles relaxing and contracting against your body as he moved around on top of you. Could he feel how hot your cunt was through his uniform? And what about the accidental kiss? Did that even count as a kiss? Yes. You decided. It was a kiss. Albeit, a fluke. But oh god, his lips were so soft and warm against yours in the cold night air. You were pissed Shinazugawa showed up.

"C'mere, dumbass." He said, reaching both arms out to you, and then he was completely taken aback at the sight of your blatant frontal nudity. The robe was a matted clump of silk at this point. Even if you didn't want him to see you this way, there was little you could do about it right now. "You ... you're totally. Well, hot damn, y/n. Not bad, not bad at all. Anyway, don't get any wise ideas about pulling me in there with you. I don't have time for your shit." You grabbed hold of his hands. They were so much bigger than yours. And rough. It excited you to be able to touch both of these men like this. On the same night, no less.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, you thought, was too tough for his own good. He was always a prick. Acting like he couldn't stand a single person at the Corp. You never got the breakdown about why he was always so closed off. But you did know that he has lost a lot, and he has a younger brother somewhere around here. Who's just as angry and closed off as he is.

You found yourself feeling sorry for him sometimes. But all it would take was for him to make some off-color remarks, and you were brought back to reality about who he was and how he showed that to others.

"Y/n? Hello? Are you just going to stand in front of me ... all naked and shit? ..." Sanemi seemed to hesitate when he was asking you this. Like he wanted you to stand there naked. His already deep voice lowering even more, "Here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked you while pulling your robe closed around you. You were so captivated by his presence that it wasn't even a shock to your system to be embraced by cold mud. It had also taken you a minute to process that you'd been pulled up from the ground, back onto the steadiness of the raised wooden walk and really, very close to him.

"I hit my head pretty hard. But I should be -" You stopped talking and reached back to feel the knot forming larger underneath your gross hair. "Ahhh ... it's pretty painful, actually. Do you think I should see Shinobu about this?"

Tomioka scrambled to his feet, still sliding every way possible. You reached your hand out to get him on the wooden walk. He gently took hold of your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it. He said, "Shinazugawa, hold y/n so I don't pull her back into this shit." Sanemi wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. "Mmmughnn" was the noise your stupid body made when he touched you. Really. Could it have been any other sound. Jesus.

He was so fucking hot. Temperature wise and otherwise. You could feel his thick legs through your filthy robe. The filthy robe ... "Oh, oh shit. Master Shinazugawa? You ... well, your pants are ..." You said quietly, in complete fear (and prayer) that he'd get down on one knee, bend you over the other, and start relentlessly beating your bare ass. "I know, I know." He said, his lips pressed to the top of your wet hair.

"Come. ON. Tomioka!" Sanemi snapped at him. With a final pull, Giyū was up on the platform with the two of you. Dripping brown water from every part of his person. He squeezed his hair out and took off his haori. You gasped a little too loudly when you saw how his uniform clung to him. Trying to cover the new stupid noise your body surprised you with, by telling a little lie, "Well, gentleman, I'm freezing and dirty. So, I'm heading back to the showers. Good night Master Tomioka, Master Shinazugawa. Please, if you don't see me at training tomorrow, come retrace my steps and look for me to be unconscious out here. I don't think I hit my head that hard, but let's err on the side of caution, hmm?" You bowed to them both and started into the night. Slipping occasionally as the mud between your toes was walked off.

Giyū looked at Sanemi. They were both in need of a bath. But recently, in the Hashira House, there had been some plumbing issues.. And that meant no hot water. This normally wasn't a big deal for these two Hashira. But it was rather cold tonight, and they were concerned for your well-being. At least Tomioka was. Though Shinazugawa would never admit it, he was growing quite fond of you. The way your hair smelled when he was holding you to pull Tomioka up made his dick hard instantly. He had you back against his left leg, where he only half hoped you wouldn't notice the flood of heat and pressure against your cushiony little ass.

"Goddamn it ..." Sanemi said in response to the look on Giyū's face. "Well, you go, or I go. I'm not going to hold your hand and skip all the way to the bath house. Besides, I can tolerate the cold water better than you." Sanemi was stopped short as Giyū pushed him down into the mud. Tomioka's lips formed what almost appeared to be a smile. "See you there. Or not, asshole."

In each hand, Sanemi picked up huge clumps of mud and hurled them at Tomioka's back. They stuck to him with a smack. Tomioka stopped but didn't turn around. "You. Didn't." Sanemi huffed, "Oh ... yes ... I motherfucking did." He sounded like an insane person. And when Tomioka turned around to face him, he looked like one, too.

Tomioka sat his katana down and slowly made his way over to where Shinazugawa was leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched before him. He asked, "What are you gonna do about it?" Giyū let out a low chuckle before he leaped through the air, pummeling right into Sanemi's chest and knocking the air out of him.

Sanemi laughed maniacally as he engaged in the wrestling match Tomioka started with him. The two men were writhing over each other's wet and mud covered bodies. Pretty soon, neither one was sure if their hard cocks were a lingering side effect from you or if it was the constant stimulation from grinding around on each other.

You got to the bath house and started to take your once beautiful braids out. "Stupid last week's storm. Stupid me trying to adjust my robe in the stupid cold. Stupid ... stupid ... Tomioka is so fucking sexy. And Sanemi is like a demon trapped in a man's body. Stupid mud and ..."

You stopped bitching to yourself and dug frantically through your hair. It's not as though you had a lot of it. So what you were looking for shouldn't have been that hard to find. "No, no, no, no, no, no, nooooo! Where is it!? FUCK!" You spun around and looked on the floor of the bath house. "Oh, great. Just great. This can't be happening. I haven't slept for almost 17 hours. There's more training tomorrow morning. And I have to go back and find it. I'm NOT going in just this robe again."

You started looking through the cupboards around the edge of the dressing space. "You can't be ... right. The extra uniforms haven't been washed yet. This day," you exhaled heavily with frustration and made sure you were well wrapped despite the sludge that settled into the delicate fabric.

You were almost back to the place where you fell. You heard voices. They weren't quite yelling, but they were loud enough that it was an inappropriate volume for this time of night. You gasped slightly at the sight of two men rolling around on top of each other as you rounded the corner. You saw Tomioka and Shinazugawa in what looked to be a rather intimate embrace.

Sanemi was straddling Tomioka's chest, pinning his arms above his head, just inches from his face. "Why is your kirei little cock so hard, Tomioka?" Sanemi laughed out . "You - oh my god. It all makes sense now. You love me! That's why we're stuck training those baby slayers together. You ASKED the Master for it!"

"Huhmmm? Did you hear something, kirei cock?" Shinazugawa paused his half-assed attack on Tomioka and raised up to look around. "Who the fuck is there?" He asked. He'd have been more intimidating if you didn't already know his tendencies. There was more playfulness in his tone than violence. You'd enjoy a taste of both, though.

"I said, who the hell is slinkin' around out there, show your -" You came out with your hands put up in front of your body. "Calm yourself, Sanemi, it's just me." You looked at both of them, Tomioka's uniform sucked to his body except where the protrusion in his pants was. Same with Shinazugawa. He was only wearing pants, but it was obvious he was feeling rutty.

It was becoming almost painful to see these beautiful men before you. Covered in mud and water. And if sex were a palpable element, they'd be drowning in it. "First of fucking all, you will address me as Master Shinazugawa, y/n ... but what, why are you back here? Was there a hair on your cunt Tomioka DIDN'T get to see?" You rolled your eyes and shifted the weight from your left ass cheek to the right. "No, MASTER SHINAZUGAWA," you said sarcastically. "I lost something very special to me, and the last place I had it was here."

"Your dignity?" Sanemi snapped back at you and then lowered his head, laughing way too hard at his retort. Tomioka looked at you with earnest eyes. "Sanemi, I literally hate everything about you." He stopped laughing and looked up at the both of you. "Aw, is kirei cock upset? You weren't complaining when you were dry humping my leg 3 minutes ago! Stop being such a little bitch, Giyū."

If you weren't so upset about losing the jade kanzashi your great great grandmother gave you, you'd have ripped your robe off and laid in the mud. Demanding both men to tear into your flesh. But it was an important family heirloom, and you were not putting carnal urges before finding this.

"Master Shinazugawa, I lost a jade hairpin that has been passed down through my family for many generations. I'm really hoping it's out here. I looked in the bath house, but it wasn't there. So, I've returned to look over these grounds." You bowed to him. Why the hell did you just sound so formal and official, you wondered. Tomioka helped you step down to the muddy area where the two of you lay, not long ago. You let go of his hand, smiling at him gently before you did. He was blushing. It truly was an adorable look on him.

"Sorry," Tomioka said. You looked at him with furrowed brows. "What's wrong, Master Tomio-" he put a hand up to silence you. "You can call me Giyū if you're comfortable with that." This time, you blushed. "Ok, Tomi - ... Giyū. Thank you for your help."

Sanemi pushed through between you and Tomioka. "Are you two done with your passionate, passionate kisses yet? What are we looking for again? Wanna bet I find it first? C'mon, why aren't you lazy asses doing anything?" He stood in partial brightness from the floodlights on the surrounding buildings. "I don't even really care ab - aww, fuck."

"Sanemi," Tomioka wryly asked. "Are you ok?" Sanemi awkwardly made his way to the walkway and sat down, lifting his right foot to the top of his left knee. "You think?" Sanemi grumbled back. You walked over to where he was sitting and looked at his sole. "Ho-lee shit." You whispered. "You found it, Master!" You reached down and yanked it from the arch of his foot. He seemed unphased by the abrupt removal of the foreign object from his body. You were wildly turned on by his lack of reaction to what you imagined would be quite painful.

"Can you walk?" You asked. "Of course I can walk. My foot didn't fall off, y/n." You glared back at him but decided to change your tune. He did find your kanzashi, after all. So, you bowed to him. Twice.

As you were coming up the second time, you looked down. "Goddamn thing," your shoulders sunk as you noticed your robe was splayed open just below the rounded bottom of your breasts. "My turn for a show now?" Sanemi quipped.

"I ... I ..." You wanted to say yes. You wanted to rip the garbage robe that wouldn't stay closed off of your body and set it on fire from the friction of the 3 of you thrashing around on top of it. Tomioka spoke up, "I guess I'm going to my room now. This mud has started to solidify in ... places. I'll see you both at training in the morning. He shot a drunken and knowing look to Sanemi.

You wanted to stop him from leaving. You wanted to spend more time with both men. They were still very alluring. Muddy or not. "May - ... maybe we could ... sh - " Jussstt say it! Your gut yelled at you. Mmm, was it, though? Was it your gut? Or something a little lower?

"Are you suggesting, y/n, that the 3 of us proceed to the showers? Together?" Tomioka said it. Breathe y/n, breathe, or you'll die only having the fantasy of showering and doing God's know what with these two impossibly dreamy Hashira. "Iiii mean ... if you and ..." You trailed off looking at Shinazugawa in all of his shirtless glory. His white hair caked thick in mud. Dirty water spots dried on his bare chest and pants.

"Fuck it." Sanemi stood up. Paying no heed to his injured foot. "I could go for a hot shower." He looked back and forth between you and Tomioka a couple of times and started to walk away. You and Giyū exchanged looks. Both sets of your eyebrows raised in morbid curiosity. "Does it hurt? Your foot?" You asked after Sanemi. He laughed out an almost sinister sound. "What the hell do you care? I've had far worse happen to me, y/n."

He was sort of disappearing into the night. Tomioka cleared his throat, "AHEM. Soo ... I guess ... goodnight, then? Heh ..." You were sad to hear this. But what could you do? Tell him no? That you wanted to be fucked by both of them? "I was ho- ... I mean, if you guys, well, yes. Goodnight, Master Tomioka."

You both headed off in different directions. But you would be damned if you didn't get some sort of attention thrown down on that persistent want between your legs. And release. God's, you needed a release. At this point, sleep was the last thing on your mind. So, you took a different way to the bath house where you were hoping to avoid everyone and to find a very naked and very sexually charged Sanemi.

In passing the buildings, you tried to stay in the dark blankets of where the lights didn't touch. You were almost there. You could see the steam coming from the rooftop. "Ohh y/n. Are you actually doing this right now. What the hell are you doing. Is this ... shit. Is this allowed? Did anyone go over the rules here? Can we fuck the Hashira? Do I care? Mmm, not really. Ok, y/n. Stop talking to yourself and go inside. C'mon. You've made it this far. GO."

You quietly pulled aside the bath house door and took tiny steps inside. You heard voices. What the fuck? You thought it was just Sanemi in this shack. Maybe he was just telling himself what a tough guy he was, hobbling all the way here on a hurt foot. "That's gotta be it," you whispered to yourself. Inhaling, trying to be the bravest you've ever been, you dropped the malfunctioning robe that had fucked with your night so much on the floor, and headed towards the sound of running water.

What you saw next made your insides clench against other insides and your cunt pulse with urgency. Your nipples hardened as soon as you saw it. You bit down hard on your lower lip in frustration, shock, and in pleasure, "Ffffuhhh ... I'm the luckiest person alive, right now." You inhaled the words, then let them fall silently as you let go of that breath. Afraid you'd break the spell you'd happened upon.

Sanemi stood with his back to you, blocking almost all of someone else's identity from your sight. He leaned over them, caressing their body and pressing his cock into them with a sweetness you'd never seen. Hell, you'd never imagined Sanemi Shinazugawa could do anything gently. Let alone semi public intimacy. He wasn't fucking this person, but his hard dick was testing around their flesh. The other person's hands, pulling at his white hair to bring their mouths together, was going to give you an aneurysm.

"Why do you think -- ahh, ahh shit, God's, you feel so good -- y/n didn't come tonight?"

OH. MY. FUCKIN'. GOD.

You about toppled over when you heard whose voice it was speaking back to Sanemi.

He answered while brushing their hair away from their neck and shoulders, in between kissing and biting them.

"I don't know, maybe she is too embarrassed to be with the both of us, at the same time. Turn around and put your arms up against the wall. Here, like this." Sanemi, still standing over them, began to guide his company's arms up the sleek marble walls. With his right hand, he began tracing back down the outline of their muscles, his left hand taking up the base of his cock. He started rubbing himself slowly. Slower than you'd ever imagined he could. Everything about this man screamed impatience. Sometimes violence. But not right now.

You were still watching intently from the cover of darkness. The ease of their movements together made you incredibly wet. You were amazed that you've managed enough self-restraint to not barge in on this beautiful scene unfolding before your spying eyes. You start to become more aware of the sticky, warm wetness flowing from between your thighs. Giving yourself only trace amounts of pleasure to drag this experience out.

Sanemi's secret paramour was still doing as they were told, occasionally letting stifled moans roll from their lips. Then Sanemi turned them around to face him once again. "You're being so good for me right now. If only y/n was here to see how well you follow my directions. Now, what should I make you do for me next?" Your head fell forward and hung when he said this to his partner. You had never been so fucking turned on.

Should you show yourself? They've both brought you up. So that means they both want you to join them. Right? You were so close to making yourself cum. It almost seems like a wasted orgasm to bring it about solo when these two beautiful specimens were mere feet away.

You decided to play a different game. You took both of your hands off of your body and hung them at your sides. You were NOT going to cum at the persuasions of your own fingers tonight.

The other voice spoke up, "Should we send a crow for y/n, or no? They said they were going to bed." Sanemi stopped to think about this for a minute before answering. "Y/n went to bed?" What was the change in his tone there. Your heart started beating harder than it was before. He stepped away from the other person, exposing the entirety of their wet and naked body.

This is it, you thought. This is how I die. I'm going to spontaneously combust. And then they're going to laugh at me because my hand is going to be glued to my -. You didn't want to finish the sentence. You were wasting time imagining your death when you could be getting fucked every which way but Sunday. Hell, probably even Sunday.

The two in the shower started speaking so quietly that you couldn't catch a single word of their conversation. And then Sanemi spoke up, breaking the silence. "I guess I should turn in, got'n early morning tomorrow. Same time tomorrow." He said. And he wasn't asking. He turned around, "You better fucking be here, kirei cock."

Were they going home? Have you missed your chance? You would literally regret this until the day your soul left your body. Why couldn't you just force yourself out into the showers? They were talking about you while they practically swallowed each other.

Yes.

You were going to do this.

You took a deep, deep breath. Loosened your stance, and -

"Gotcha!" It all happened in a blur as arms grabbed at you from different directions. "Wait ... st - ... hey, hold on!" You shouted as Sanemi and Giyū carried you into the dim lighting of the showers. Sitting you under the flow of the hot water.

"What, weh, what are the chances we'd all be he-" You started. Giyū had a slight smirk on his face. But was he smiling about what had just happened with Sanemi? Or was he smiling because you are now out of hiding?

Sanemi did not seem as amused, but you've seen him angrier than this. "Cut the shit, y/n. We knew you were standing there. Watching us." Your face was starting to burn up. "You ... did? You swallowed hard, looking to Giyū to offer up some sort of salvation for you. He shrugged his shoulders. He must not be too keen to piss Sanemi off, either.

You were finally the center of attention, and it's what you always wanted from these two. Or so you thought. "So, y/n. Why were you watching us? Do you make a habit of watching other people fuck?"

You opened your mouth to answer Sanemi but luckily, Giyū interrupted what was sure to be a ridiculous defense from you. "Did you um, did you like - I mean, do you enjoy watching? Us?" You stood up and rubbed the grate mark imprinted in your ass. "Whhhyyy?" Squinting your eyes you tried calling his bluff. But Sanemi was losing patience. No big surprise, there.

"Oh for fucks sake, children. Can we just get to this already? You two, kiss. I want to see tongues and spit strings. I want to hear moans, heavy breathing and skin slapping. " He waved his hands above his head like he was trying to shake off spiderwebs.

Your eyes met Tomioka's, and you saw that he was already looking at you. His eyes were heavy with lust. You noticed his cock jump a little. He was starting to get hard again. "What the fuck is this, middle school?" Sanemi belted out at you both. Against your better judgment, you laughed. "What the hell kind of school did you go to?" Tomioka even chuckled at your question.

"Do I have to do everything around this place? Y/n ... get your ass over here," Sanemi clapped at you like you were some kind of animal. If you were being honest, you would enjoy him telling you what to do. You walked over to him slowly. The friction between your legs reminds you of your goal before you were caught.

"Now, get down on your -" Sanemi was cut short by Tomioka pulling you from his grasp. He took you by the waist and pressed the front of your body into the cold marble. "Hahh ... cold. Sorry." Your body quickly adjusted to the temperature, and you stood there. Waiting.

You felt a thick heat slip through your thighs, and your brows turned in. "Don't. Apologize." Tomioka said heavily into your ear. Your chest was almost heaving at this point. All the joking and laughing subsided because this was not about playing games anymore. This was for keeps. "Yes, Gi - yes, Master. If you don't want me to apologize, what do you want from me?"

This made him crazy. Sure, he's been with others and Sanemi. But Sanemi is a self-indulgent asshole who gets off on bringing him just to the edge of his mercy, only to send him right back to the beginning.

"What do you want, Tomioka-sama?" You could feel him growing between your legs. Breathlessly, you almost beg him. "Teh- tell me, Giyū." The way you said his name was nearing too much for him. He began driving himself up, getting even closer to your entrance. "He wants your cunt. Just like he wanted it when you were tits up in the mud earlier."

Tomioka slowed himself at the sound of the other man's voice. Not yet completely discouraged by Sanemi, he slid your arms up the wall and held both of your wrists with his left hand. His right hand started training its way across your shoulders down to your stomach, where he barely put any effort into touching you. But the feelings and the warmth he was eliciting from between your thighs was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. He was really good at this.

"This is all very romantic, you two. Bu-" Tomioka turned hus head sharply and shot Sanemi a look he'd only seen once before. And he knew to stop shooting his mouth off. For the time being, that is.

Tomioka was lost in you. He ran his right hand down the length of your side and whispered in your ear, "I'm the fucking Water Hashira. I can sense how wet I make you, y/n. I want to feel your wetness in my mouth. On my face."

In what seemed like a split second, you went from your tits being pressed into the marble to lying on your back with Tomioka's face rooted deeply between your twitching thighs. Sanemi was lurking in the corner, stroking himself thoughtlessly. Speeding up when you'd start to beg to be finished off. Grabbing himself harder when Tomioka told you, "Not yet y/n. Not yet."

Tomioka, not lifting his face from you, waved for Sanemi to come over to you two. He complied, lying down next to your sort of outstretched and crumpled body on the floor. You didn't understand how you could feel so free, but at the same time, warped and trapped. Regardless, you met Sanemi's mouth with a warm welcome as Tomioka continued to toy with you.

"Oh, Gi ... yodd-duh ... whatever you do, don't stop." You reached down with one hand to stroke Tomioka's hair and the other you put to use scratching at Sanemi's back. He wasn't used to sharing Giyū. Or anyone he was with, really. So it took him a moment to find what worked here. For all of you.

"Can we, like, can we move to somewhere more spacious?" You asked, trying hard to focus on your words and not just on your building shudders. Tomioka propped himself up and pointed to the other side of the bath house at the hot spring. "I think that would suffice. Sanemi, you'll join us." Again, not a question. The 3 of you *would* be in there together.

Sanemi was the first to stand. He helped you up and then reached out to Tomioka. "Come, kirei." The two men smiled darkly at one another. Did they know you saw that shared between them, too? Whatever, you thought, this ... is going to happen.

You were first into the hot water. And for a moment, the lack of sleep caught up to you, and you were embarrassed, again, at the sound you made when your body was fully submerged. You completely forgot you were here with them. Only for a second, though.

They both stood there. Hard. Watching you let go of the day you'd had. They followed suit and climbed in. The paper lanterns that hung in the corner let off the light of a few clustered burning candles, leaving the room mostly shadowed.

Sanemi was the first to you. He pulled you up on his lap, your back against his chest, sitting you down just around his cock. He wasn't in you as much as he was between you. You threw your head back at the feeling of him resting there. One move and you two would be fucking. Sanemi reached around your waist and began to rub circles on your attention starved clit. "Mmmugh. Yes." He kissed your neck and shoulders more roughly than he had your mouth when you were on your back on the floor.

Tomioka, at last, was in the water. He was in front of you, making tiny circles with his tongue around your chest and neck. Occasionally, you could hear he and Sanemi exchanging words through their heavy kissing. But really, this had to be what heaven was made of. Tomioka placed himself between your legs as well.

You could feel their dicks rubbing together just outside of your cunt. It was no feat to know how wet you were, despite being in the water. These men were playing on you like their very own private slip-n-slide. Bouncing and bucking into each other, their breathing had gotten ragged. Breaths inconsistent for Hashira.

"Kirei cock, you're about to make me cum." Sanemi whispered to your ear, even though he was clearly speaking to Tomioka. Then he lifted you up and turned you around to face him, and he sat you almost all the way back down. This time, he reached down into the water and spread you open for him, resting his tip just at your wettest spot.

You watched in adoration as he started to disappear into you. "Look at me." He demanded. He lowered you again. This time, you took in even more. Your mouth turned into an O, and your eyebrows furrowed at the hot pressure he was inflicting. "Master Shi - oh shit, oh shit ..." You breathed in and out as he pushed himself the rest of the way into you.

You arched your back so far that your tits, red and nearly bruising from the attention Tomioka bestowed upon them, were inches from Sanemi's engaged face. He bit at the pink flesh and pulled your nipples between his teeth. The sounds he made were raw and made you ride him even more fervently. You could feel him beginning to twitch each time you came down on him.

He motioned Tomioka over to the both of you, and he responded to Sanemi. Dutifully. He sat down next to the white-haired man and rested each of his arms on the edge of the hot spring, closed his eyes, and lay his head back. Sanemi, letting go of your left ass cheek, slowly floated his right hand over to where he could see Giyu's swaying dick. When Sanemi wrapped his large hand around it, they both moaned in pleasure loud enough that you were sure 2 villages over could distinguish it as utterances of pleasure from those of misery.

Your continued undulations were making Sanemi move a little more wildly than he had all night. "Fuck, y/n. You're gonna make something happen if you keep rolling your hips around me like that," he said, baring some teeth behind his lips. You noticed he had synced up your movements with his on Giyū. Sanemi and Tomioka both lay their heads back and surrendered themselves to the moment.

Sanemi threw his left arm around your waist so he could better control your body. You let him. Feeling how strong he was to move you around as though you were weightless had a strange effect on you. Regardless of whoever was on top. He was in charge now, not you. And you liked it.

His actions weren't painful, per se. They hurt. But it was the "good kind" of hurt. The kind that had you teetering right on the edge of sanity. You were locked onto him. He wasn't letting you go.

Sanemi's next move decided everything for you. He relinquished his stronghold on Tomioka under the water to grab you up into both of his arms. He held onto you like you didn't know you could be held, and he guided you around his bare cock, moving in you and feeling your walls clench and suck at him until he almost lost his concentration.

"Haahh, y/n, careful now, I'm g'na blow up in you." He looked into Tomioka's eyes as he said this, making you wonder just who he was talking to, even though he said your name. You didn't care. He felt so fucking good, stretching you out in every direction as he filled up your warm space. "Tomioka..." You whispered into Sanemi's ear. You were surprised at how hot it felt against your lips. "I'm not ... ahhaa ... done yet." He answered..

"Suh- ... neh- ... meee, oh-ho shit ... oh God's keep .... yes!" You rocked into Sanemi's V-line that met at the perfect place for your clit to get the attention you so desperately wanted for it. "Keep this up, sweetheart, and you're gonna make me cum into that tight little pussy of yours." He acted like he didn't mind doing this, lifting his hands briefly to emphasize how cool and collected he was trying to be. And then you sat down on him *all*the*way*.

A jagged inhalation and without hesitation, he flung you over so you were on your back, resting on the built-in seat in the water. "Now ... now look what you've gone and made me do, y/n." He growled into your tits and bit into the velvety skin, bobbing just above and just below the water line. Sanemi reached behind him, grabbing for Tomioka. As Tomioka made his way closer to the two of you, Sanemi locked eyes with him again, and they both nodded in unison.

Tomioka positioned himself behind Sanemi, placing his left hand on Sanemi's ass, his right hand working his cock quickly so he could catch up to where you two were at. Getting there faster than he thought because the sight of Sanemi fucking you and his ass peeking up from the steamy spring, proved to be all he'd need to almost cum all over himself.

You were nearly about to cum, too. Looking up over Sanemi's shoulder to see Giyū being so rough with himself made you tighten up even more around the man fucking into you. Water was splashing all over the floor at the fast, sloshing movements from within the deep basin.

"Giyū. C'mere. Now, under me." You. Sounded. Pathetic. So close to your long-awaited orgasm and not wanting to distract yourself or Sanemi from the faultless rhythm you two had mastered, those were the only 5 words you could choke out to tell him what you wanted.

Tomioka sunk down into the hot water and closed the miniscule space between you. Sanemi put his left hand around Tomioka's neck and brought him face to face with you. You looked over to your right at him. Your body being pushed up against the sides and your head resting just outside the vat would most definitely hurt you later. But again, it is a good kind of pain. It's the muscle memory that's the best kind. Sanemi wanted you to kiss Tomioka. But your head was jolting all about. It would be difficult for a 3rd to match your cadence.

Bypassing your imploring lips, he scooped you and, consequently, Sanemi up so he could scoot in underneath you, and he began kissing the length of your outstretched neck. His left hand adjusting his hard cock between your legs and his other hand cupping your right tit, fondling it more gently than you were used to during such occasions. But you were not overlooking the stimulation by any means. It worked. The same way it did when he was barely grazing your stomach with his fingers.

Sanemi and Tomioka both let out moans, and they each threw their heads in a different direction when they discovered they were also rubbing their uncovered bodies together. For a moment, just a few thrusts, the two men found their own formula.

You were trying to keep your eyes focused, but they way they were making you feel, you had little control over the eye rolling and facial contortions. "Oh, oh fffuuhh-" You purred out. "You bo-HO-th ... oh my God ..." You couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have Sanemi's cock prodding into you and Tomioka's gliding between your swollen folds.

The two men rubbed against each other. Both hit every part of you. Most in a way you'd never imagined possible. But never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this would bring you so much pleasure.

The three of you simultaneously sped up, all of you chasing the same thing. Aching to snap the burning thread that stretched through the fractions and connected your engaged bodies.

Giyū started in first with the grabbing and the moaning. He pulled Sanemi's face to his. "Call me kirei, again, you son of a bitch. I'll fuh-huh ... I'll kick your ass ... Suh- suh- ... y/n ohh goddamn it, I'm g'na ... I'm ... !" But Sanemi wanted to toy with him. So he gave in for a moment and then would pull back from Giyū when he could sense how close he was to finishing. They played with each other like their cocks weren't tangled up in your cunt, but rather in each other. Seeing them be so intimate with one another while they were, for all intents and purposes, banging you, made you cum next.

It was, hands-down, the most intense release you'd ever experienced. You could feel it bubbling up from your thighs where Sanemi would squeeze you as he thrust into you, all the way to your ears as your pussy pushed and pulled on them both. You slid over Giyū. Feeling him grab at your ass and legs to spread you wider for him, he opened you up more for Sanemi, too. The memory was already embedded in your memory of this whole night.

You will later have trouble recalling who hit that *one* spot on your body. But you will never forget *where* that spot *is*. It made your body HOT. Your face was red. "Gi-yuhh ... fuck - S'nemi ... oh my fuck- ... yes - hoh, hoh ... hoh!!!"

Sanemi was the last to cum, but he was thoroughly enjoying watching Tomioka tug at your willing body, making it form around his intrusive appendage. He could feel Tomioka's growing heat where their bodies touched in passing. It always turned Sanemi on to watch other people getting off. Especially if he was the one delivering them to ecstasy.

This time, though, it was you and Giyū that were making Sanemi let loose. Sanemi was loud and rough. Much more so than Tomioka. Sanemi pulled your head up and kissed you deeply. It wasn't even necessarily a passionate or romantic kiss. Just ... deep. He pulled back from your burning mouth, bringing you to him with his teeth, guiding you by your bottom lip. He'd let go and push your face into his neck and chest. "Bite ... bite me, y/n. NOW."

You nipped at his neck and collarbone. His noises are absolutely sinful. "Y/n, yehhhs. Hard - harder. Fuck! Hmm-mhm." They're making you tighten around him again. With each contraction of your velvety wall, you can feel him twitching and jerking right before he spills into your body. His hot cum warming you from the inside out.

You all had given so much of yourselves to one another. To this night. Not wanting to leave this carved out paradise, you stayed in the water.

Sanemi had his head resting heavily on your chest as he reached over your shoulder to tug at Tomioka's hair lightly. Tomioka had his left cheek on your left shoulder, carelessly rubbing your face with his right hand. Switching every now and then, softly scratching up and down Sanemi's arm.

A collective, contented sigh was let out, and you all started talking at once.

"Where do we want to sleep tonight?"

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