#but today i thought...... what if i lean into the whole PaLe LaDy look and make her literally white?

[shieldofiron]

I have more Big Billy for you 🪨

Big ass biggest humungo billy going lingerie shopping, all the ladies at the shop think he’s so sweet buying a nice lace set for his girlfriend ❤️

The lingerie looks tiny in his hands, as he gives it to Tiny! Steve, the perfect anniversary gift 🔥

“You have big hands,” The girl smiles, dimples flashing at him as he hands over the tiny lace thong and garter belt. It does look small in his hands, always does, but he’s checked the measurements a dozen ways. Personally.

Billy smiles back at her, eyes dripping all over her face, “Yeah, well you know what they say. Big hands… bigger heart.”

Her eyes dip to the deep v of his shirt, and she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “Is that what your girlfriend says?”

Billy grins, resting his hand on the pale pink counter, “Something like that.”

The bell rings behind him, and a fall breeze blows in, stirring up the shop’s sugary sweet smell.

“Hello, Harrington,” Billy leans against the counter, stretching out to his full height like a cat seeing a mouse, “Fancy running into you here.”

“Hargrove,” Steve nods, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose. He frowns at the tiny bag on the counter next to Billy’s elbow, “What brings you to this area?”

“Just picking something up for my best girl,” Billy digs into the bag, ruining the girl’s beautiful wrapping to pull out a scrap of lace and straps, pulling it taut to show how small it is between his thumbs.

Steve just hums at the back of his throat, running a hand over the collar of his preppy camel coat, “Pretty.”

“Tell him the story though,” The girl behind the counter whispers, “Please.”

Billy smiles, “It’s the anniversary of our first date today. I’d never seen the Wizard of Oz before, so she made me a picnic in her living room and we watched it under a blanket fort.”

“Ruby,” Steve says dryly, eyeing Billy’s gift with undisguised interest, “Like the slippers.”

Billy grins, “That’s right. Just trying to tell her there’s no place like home.”

“Isn’t that just the sweetest thing,” The shop girl coos.

Steve just nods, eyes lingering on the lace, as Billy puts it away and leans over the counter, stretching a little and waiting until he can see Steve’s eyes dip below his belt for just an instant, before coming up to rest on his eyes. Steve raises one brow, just a little.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?” The girl smiles at Steve, sweeping over his styled hair and crisp new jacket. Billy wonders if she clocks the blush creeping over Steve’s cheeks, or the way he can’t seem to stop running his lapel through his fingers, in long fluid strokes.

“No, just thought I saw an old friend,” Steve smiles at her softly, and then turns to Billy, “You have time to get coffee with me?”

Billy plucks the bag off the counter and comes over to stand over Steve, so Steve has to tip his head back a little, hair falling away and revealing flushed cheeks.

“Anything for an old friend,” Billy smiles, leaning in so he can watch the flush deepen on Steve’s pale skin. “Thank you so much for your help, Mindy.”

“Anytime,” Her eyes sparkle, “I hope she likes it.”

Billy smirks at Steve, “I think she does.”

Steve tips his head towards the door, “Come on. I know a place.”

Billy follows Steve out into the crispy fall air, tucking his hands in his jacket, and leaning over to nudge Harrington with his arm, nearly sending the slender man sprawling.

“Like your gift, darling?” Billy whispers.

Steve rolls his eyes and groans, “Kind of ruins your gift though.”

“What was my gift?”

Steve reaches up for the collar of his polo. He’s so much smaller, angled just right. When Steve tugs the collar back, Billy can see inside. A lace trimmed baby blue bra peeks from under Steve’s boring navy polo, a pebbled nipple just barely visible through the thin fabric.

Billy has to wait a whole ten seconds before they turn the corner into the alley to nip Steve’s earlobe while Steve gasps and grabs for Billy’s ass shamelessly. Billy gets to slide his big hands all over the best gift he’s ever received. And the lingerie is pretty nice too.

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Slightly shorter, I have a crazy work week but once I had the idea of Steve already wearing some, I couldn’t not write it up @hickory-smoked-ass

#text post #harringrove #lemon #harringrove pwp #harringrove ficlet #billy x steve #big billy agenda #christmas vibes a little #steve x billy #asks

[kiljoius-writes]

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Chapter 4/5: Love and Hate

Hanabi’s not an idiot, she can see what Konohamaru’s up to.

Trying to charm the pants off of her, metaphorically and literally.

So when they get to the hotel in the Waterfall village, she’s hardly surprised when he immediately took her to eat, indulged in all of her silly little whining about her father, spent his measly earnings on the best room in the whole place. He took her to the top floor and proceeded to do what he’s been doing best: showering her with love and affection with his words and his actions.

She was just glad he didn’t continue all that damn love talk. Again, he was smarter than she thought because if he had, she would have dropped him like the bad habit he was.

She’d been thinking about it. Every time it popped into her brain, she indulged in the thought of being in love. Even with someone like Konohamaru. Sometimes, she’d think of that snot-nosed preteen with a trail of blood coming down his headband and a wild grin on his face as blue chakra poured from his palms. She’d think back even further to that little boy, the one who pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out at her.

Just babies when they first met, held by their mothers as they chatted. Hanabi had cried when Konohamaru whacked her over the head, according to Natsu.

When Hanabi thinks of that little baby Konohamaru, she thinks of holding a little baby lookalike in her arms, with pale eyes like hers, wild brown hair like theirs, and dimples like his. When she thinks of that little boy Konohamaru, she thinks of a little boy lookalike reaching up to her for a hug, to comfort him after a scraped knee with a bandage and a kiss. When she thinks of that snot-nosed preteen Konohamaru, she thinks of a little preteen lookalike throwing kunai and her watching with pride and admiration, his eyes bright and eager and a little chip in his tooth, just like him.

Domesticity with Konohamaru is a faraway dream she should not be entertaining.

It doesn’t stop her from going to his apartment on the regular, though. At this point, everyone knows so it was pointless to try to pretend. She still won’t call him her boyfriend and will correct him if he says it in front of her. She’ll disappear for weeks sometimes when he does it.

Today, she walked into his apartment without knocking after one of those bouts of no contact.

She walks in just in time to see him roll off his couch and fall straight onto the floor with a loud thud, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Must have been napping. She snickers, folding her arms. “You’re a bad shinobi.”

“Thanks, Lady Heiress,” he grumbles, rolling over onto his back without getting up. He reaches up to rub at his eye, ignoring her glare, because he knows good and well that she still won’t tolerate that nickname from him. She stomps up to him and proceeds to plant herself on top of his chest, pressing her fingertips to the chakra point she had closed months ago. “Quit it.”

“I told you not to call me that,” she says, glowering down at him. He doesn’t look like his usual happy, cheerful self he usually acts like when she’s around.

“Did you come here just to torture me?” he says, and she leans back, looking offended.

“What’s this attitude?” she snaps, furrowing her eyebrows. Her hand goes limp as he tugs it away from the chakra point.

“Haven’t seen you in weeks,” he sighs, looking away from her. Something inside of her tugs at her heart. She bites her lower lip as she watches him pout, but makes no move to get her off of him.

“Cause you told your mom I was your girlfriend,” she says, quietly, frowning.

“Come on, Hanabi.” He still doesn’t look at her. “We’ve been playing this game for months." Now he looks her straight in the eye. "I’m in—”

“Don’t.” Immediately, she presses her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t you dare say that word.”

He makes a face at her, just looking sad.

“We hate each other,” she says, trying to sound completely serious. “Always have. Always will.”

“Are you calling what we do hate fucking?” he asks with this disgusted look on his face. She slides off of him.

“If you wanna put it that way, yeah.” She shrugs as he props himself up on his elbows, giving her a look.

“I resent that,” he tells her, reaching out to push her hair from her face. Cute gestures he shouldn’t be doing. “I’m not the kind of person who hate fucks.”

“What would you call that back at the Land of Waves?” she retorts, shoving his hand away. “In the shower? And the bed? Remember what you said?”

She smirks when he looks away while rolling his eyes. “I said I’m fucking a monster.”

“Yeah, and you also called me a bitch earlier that day.”

“Don’t start with this.”

“And I called you –“

“Hanabi…”

“A coward.”

“Would a coward admit he’s in love with a monster?” he snaps, sitting upright now. She snorts, climbing to her feet. “Cause that's what this feels like.”

“You’re lovesick.” She emphasizes ‘sick’. “It’s different from being in love.”

He rolls onto his knees and starts crawling towards her. She squints at him as he forces her body down while climbing on top, but she doesn’t really resist, either. “You’re really cute when you get all glare-y.”

“I’m a monster,” she huffs, putting a palm against his chest.

“A cute monster.”

“You’re so stupid.” She sighs, trying to make sure her language comes off mean so they can get back to the hate-fucking.

“I’m pretty sure I’m fucking crazy,” he says to her face, resting his hips against hers, “cause I’m in love with you.”

Why can’t he just be cool for fucking once? All she wants is for him to be inside her but now he’s gone and done all this. “You know what you are?” Hanabi shoves him off, doesn’t really need to use much force either since he just rolls off of her. “Arrogant, stupid, clueless –“

“What do you even know about me?” Konohamaru is glaring now, clearly at the end of his rope.

“You’re a man!” she snaps, scrambling to her feet. “That’s all I need to know! And you’re Konohamaru Sarutobi! Snot-nosed brat who was given the entire world!”

“As if you weren’t?” He gets to his feet now, too. “Hanabi Hyūga, cold little princess, born with a silver spoon in her mouth!”

“Fucking asshole!” she yells. “You always got to do whatever the hell you wanted! Climb on the Hokage tower, terrorize jōnin, WHACK ME OVER THE HEAD!”

“You don’t even remember that!” He steps up to her, pointing right at her nose. “Your stupid caretaker told you and we were BABIES!”

“I will murder you,” she says it as she grabs his finger to twist, “if you ever call Natsu stupid again.”

His expression softens a little bit, and he doesn’t try to take his finger away. “Sorry,” he mumbles, frowning deeper. “I didn't mean that.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” She sighs as she releases his finger. His hand doesn’t drop though, it reaches for her hand to stop her and she just whines. “Stop it, Konohamaru.”

“I want you,” he breathes, looking right at her even as she stares at the ground. “I want you so much.”

“I can’t do this.” She yanks her hand out of his and begins stomping away. “I don’t want to do this!”

“Hanabi!”

“Leave me alone!”

“You came here!”

Hanabi stops in front of his door and resists the urge to just scream at the top of her lungs when she sees a picture of them on the shelf by his shoe rack. A selfie they took a few weeks ago while they were at a festival. He insisted and she’s got her tongue out while he kisses her on the cheek. It’s a cute photo.

She grabs the frame and throws it on the ground, shattering it and putting a dent in his flooring.

Instantly, she feels guilty, but she doesn’t let him know that. She just looks at him, dead in the eye, as his jaw drops and he slumps forward, defeated. She turns, tears the front door open, and slams it behind her.

“What the fuck.”

Konohamaru gets his knees to carefully pull the photo from the pile of glass. His heart sinks at the long scratch through the middle. It’s like a sign, the way it rips right between them, separating them.

But his mom always told him to follow his heart. He thought that was bullshit until Hanabi. Hanabi grabbed it and ran away with it, how is he supposed to not follow it? Chase after it, and her.

He thinks he’s pathetic.

What other explanation is there at this point?

100%, he’ll admit Hanabi is the last person kid Konohamaru thought he’d end up with. Sure, kid Konohamaru thought her eyes were weird and cool, kid Konohamaru liked to tease her cause he thought it was funny when she got red, kid Konohamaru watched her develop into a whole woman. Kid Konohamaru turned into adult Konohamaru, who couldn’t ignore how fucking beautiful adult Hanabi was.

But kid Konohamaru thought nothing could ever, ever make up for her terrible attitude and entitled demeanor. Kid Konohamaru got told all his life he was a brat who never had to work for anything, so he spent his kid life showing people he was working. Damn hard, too.

It hurts for Hanabi to still accuse him of those things.

And he feels angry. It’s something he doesn’t want to feel, but it’s so fucking familiar with Hanabi. To feel angry with her. Before this, he’d be angry at the way she’d flip him the middle finger, or swap his rice balls with some shitty glob of gluttonous rice. Before this, he’d be pissed that she dares sneer at him or roll her eyes. Before this, he wouldn’t tolerate her blowing off his opinion on a mission.

Now, he thinks he could accept all those things if she’d just give him some form of certainty, just a shred of acceptance.

Honestly, he’s not sure if he can catch a break.

He’s not even sure whether he’s a good guy or not, and that is what fucks with him. Moegi digging into his insides with ‘facts’ as she says. Telling him he’s no better than Udon or any other stupid ninja.

Konohamaru wants to believe he’s better, but can’t. Not when he has Hanabi running away from him constantly.

He sweeps up the glass and does his best to keep the photo intact. He can just print another, and it's on his phone, but he still wants to keep this one. That way when all of this is resolved, he can show it to her and they can laugh. Or she’ll slap him, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Hanabi lays across her sister’s bed, picking at the little cotton fibers coming off of it that Hinata would berate her for picking at normally. Himawari lays on the other side, drawing large swirls on paper, refusing a hard surface to draw on. She insisted that drawing on the cushion of the bed made the pictures look cooler. Hinata shook her head, but Hanabi agreed. Even if the sound of paper crinkling into the bedsheets makes her cringe slightly.

“Like this, big sis?” Himawari hastily turns the paper around to face Hanabi, who rolls on her side to look at it. She scans the paper and frowns at a distinct-looking symbol. A line with branching out curves, and little dots around it. It looks suspiciously like the Sarutobi clan symbol.

“Why don’t you try drawing this, Hima?” Hanabi pulls a ribbon from her hair, stamped with the Hyūga clan symbol, and lays it in front of her. Himawari wrinkles her nose and pushes it away. How rude. She watches as Himawari quickly doodles a fairly impressive replica of their clan symbol, then points at it.

“That one’s easy, see?” Hanabi watches her do another, this time the simple spiral of the Uzumaki. “And this one! I wanna draw a new one, and big brother Kono gave me this!”

Himawari slides off the bed, her little footsteps pattering the floor as she bolts to her room, then returns with one of Konohamaru’s armbands. She slams it on the bed, then heaves herself back up on it. So her suspicions were correct.

What the hell is he playing at?!

“He gave you this?” Hanabi tries not to let poison touch her tone as she reaches out for the band. She flinches slightly when she touches it, as if it has some sort of curse on it like it’ll turn her fingers blue and purple. She grasps it in her fingers and rubs the pad of her thumb over the sewn-in symbol. “Stupid Sarutobi…”

“Are you talking ‘bout big brother?” Himawari bats her eyelashes, but she doesn’t look at her. “’s not nice to call someone stupid, big sister.”

Hanabi breathes out of her mouth, flapping her lips slightly as she does.

“An’ big brother is really nice to me.” Hanabi blinks before looking at her niece. “He throws me in the air an’ gives me chocolates even when mama says no.”

“Hima.” Hanabi smiles a little; she can’t help it.

“He says you’re real pretty.”

“He…what? To you?”

“I said I wanna be pretty like mama an’ big sister,” Himawari tells her, going back to her drawing. “He said big sister is real b-bootiful? He says it means pretty. I think he just forgot about mama.”

Hanabi grimaces as she looks back down at the band. She pulls it up to her nose and inhales, feeling herself getting soft. She pulls the material between her hands, looping each side in each index finger.

“You should get married, like mama and papa.”

Riiip

“Shit!” Hanabi gasps, dropping the band. A small tear splits the top middle of the band.

“That’s okay,” Himawari placates, barely looking up. “Mama can fix it.”

“I can, too,” Hanabi mumbles, pressing the sides back together as if that will do it.

“You wanna keep it?” Himawari looks up now, still scribbling away with her crayon. Hanabi pulls the band to her chest and doesn’t even think before nodding her head. Himawari gives her a big, toothy smile where one is missing in the front (courtesy of Hanabi wrapping it in floss and tying the other end to a door handle, then slamming the door for her, to which they both cheered when it popped out). Himawari reaches out her tiny little hand and pats Hanabi’s three-times larger one, adorably and endlessly kind. “Keep it. I tell big brother I lost it.”

“Okay.” Hanabi feels her upper lip tremble a little because she thinks Himawari’s heart is too good for this cold world. Tries not to think about all the heartache of the fourth war and everything that led up to it. Tries not to think about her little body being stabbed through, like her sisters, or her cousin’s. Tries not to think that Himawari is destined for the shinobi life, too. Tries to think that maybe, things will be different with her sister as her mother, and Naruto as her father, and with her and Konohamaru around to protect them.

Hanabi gives her niece a suffocating hug, one that lasts far longer than Himawari could possibly want, but she feels the need to hold onto her. Make sure she knows how much she adores her little self.

Hanabi returns to her home with a heavier heart.

She’s been avoiding confronting how fucking terrible she feels, but it seems the world has different plans for her, shoving remnants of Konohamaru in her face everywhere she goes.

She spends two hours with one of Natsu’s old sewing kits, trying her best to match the reds and stitch this stupid band back together.

Next Chapter ->

#naruto #konohana #konohamaru x hanabi #konohamaru sarutobi #hanabi hyuuga #hyuuga hanabi #sarutobi konohamaru #hanakono #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #konohana fanfic #hyuga hanabi #hanabi hyuga #smut #fluff and smut #smutty as

[ithecarpediem]

Unspoken words of hope (AO3)

In which we get the perspective of the remaining three seasons and the Crown Prince over the drama of our favorite couple, while they deal with their own wound hearts. Continuation of previous one shots from the "The brazier on a summer day". Follows the final events and epilogue of their happy ending .

Preview:

“You still fighting?” He leaned in curious, she nodded with solemn pout. My friend is truly pitiful one. “Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Before?”

“I thought you two were going to meet here today, that’s why you visit early….” They stared each as it dawn to them that Jang Uk did not know Bu-yeon was there. “Oh… It’s just a coincidence…?”

“I… I can’t be here.” She stood up in panic, the Crown Prince also felt a bit her panic for no reason other than he was a good friend.

“Wait, he is not here yet, Sharman.” He blinked around. “Wait… Why are you acting like it’s wrong to be here?” The future king stared his friend genuinely offended.

“Your Royal Highness, it’s not about us, it’s about Uk. You have no idea, I left without saying goodbye he will drag me home.” The priestess looked around concern. “Help me!”

“With what?”

“Say that… That you put me in charge of the investigation.”

“What investigation?”

“Are you not investigating my attempt murder?” Bu-yeon looked outrage. “I’m pregnant!”

“You are?”

“Of cour…” Bu-yeon stopped talking when she realized it wasn’t the prince who inquired.

The friends slowly turn to find Jang Uk himself with the open door, behind him stood Park Dang-gu, the Songrim leader, and Young Miss Cho-yeon, the heiress of Jinyowon, both staring them with wide eyes. Eunuch Oh was pale as a sheet staring the Crown Prince, clearly looking for orders; as for Prince Go, he peered at his darling turtle, as if she would help.

She did. The pretty thing wasn’t where she was supposed to be.

“Where’s my turtle?” He asked in a dark tone, Bu-yeon turned to him confused.

“You lost he?” She frowned looking around. “She’s not here…”

“The turtle was just here.” He replied going around the table. “Eunuch Oh prepare dinner for my guests. Lady Jang find the turtle and then you may go.”

See? I’m helping you, don’t forget. The noble prince arched his eyebrow to his friend, she nodded with a small relief smile.

“Wait a minute…” Jang Uk meddle in the conversation frowning at their exchange.

“Oh as you recalled, Jang Uk, your dear wife and I are close friends.” Prince Go took pleasure in his jealous expression.

“I thank you, Your Royal Highness.” Bu-yeon bowed her head quickly. “I’ll also started the investigation tomorrow. Now, if you excuse me…”

“What are you going to investigate?” Jang Uk stepped in front of his wife, who look at everything but him with a blasé face. Prince Go made a note to invite her to a game of cards any day, she seemed the type who would be good opponent.

“It’s none of your business, husband.”

“It is if you are putting my child in danger.” The whole room held the breath by what they were listening. This is a conversation to a private setting. Wiil I fight with my wife like this?

Sounds fun actually. The prince shake his head with the trail of thoughts.

“That’s rich coming from you, wasn’t your deceased bride who tried to kill me?” They are gasped by her sharp words. “Besides, I’m not pregnant.”

“You aren’t?”

“You aren’t?” Prince Go echoed Jang Uk narrowing his eyes to the sly woman.

“Of course not! That’s is no chance that I am.” She denied strongly. Too strongly.

“Not all?” Dang-gu peering at Jang Uk with judgment in his eyes, the Crown Prince tried to hold his laugh, because for a matter fact he knew that it was a lie from the small woman.

They always said goodnight and good morning to each other first, after all. Jang Uk’ss face made the whole thing much more entertaining.

“The turtle is the one who is pregnant!”  She announced, Prince Go opened his mouth too stunned to speak. “I’ll find her right way, Your Royal Highness.”

Bu-yeon went away after whisperer something to Cho-yeon, that nodded with a serious face to her old sister. Jang Uk gaze the air for a few heartbeats, before turning to follow his wife.

To his surprise both Crown Prince Go and Cho-yeon moved to stopped him. Dang-gu, of course, join them, making Jang Uk sitting down to about the whole situation with the Queen and Jin Mun. It wasn't an easy conversation, even more that Uk was already fuming in rage because of Bu-yeon. In that sense the guidance of both Par Dang-gu and Jin Cho-yeon helped their overcome their differences.

“How will justify this meeting thought?” The young Spring inquired frowning. “Master Jin Mu will know.”

“The original plan was that I have come to accept the palace's apology for my wife’s attempted murder.” Jang Uk replied. “But that was ruin since she was already here before.”

“How about our marriage?” Dang-gu turned to the heiress, which made both the Crown Prince and the Ice Stone user eyed them. “We came to ask you blessing for our marriage, since they wanted to marry you and Young Miss Jin.”

“That was ages ago.” The future king stared them incredulous.

“Your Royal Highness the Queen still summons me for tea, Crown Prince.”

“Is that so?” That intrigued him. “Very well, I shall give you both my full support, I’m guessing your plan is that Young Miss Cho-yeon leave her title of heiress.”

“And since that would made Uk the husband of the future leader, he came to give his support.” Dang-gu nodded satisfy. “A little truth, and a little lie. They will believe.”

“How about we make a little more of it?” Jang Uk suggested. “The Crown Prince can be offended and refuse to help, even more, he can demand the hand of my sister-in-law.”

“What?” Dang-gu eyed his friend offended. “Why would…?”

“It might be for the better.” The noblewoman said with a thoughtful pout, very alike her older sister. “Would be good excuse for me and unnie to enter the palace, and Jin Mu would think you are all fighting.”

By the end of the meeting, they all dinner together, carefully crafting their little story. It was fun, Prince Go was surprise that politics could be this nice with allies. The only people he usually talked about was the King and Jin Mu, and they always felt like their were ready to scold him.

Well, and the shaman, he owed Bu-yeon for making his days a little less lonely. However, she did not know who he was back then.

For the first time in years he felt light and content. The conversation changed to more mundane topics, the prince almost felt like they were all friends. Then the dinner ended with Dang-gu and Cho-yeon leaving together, while pretending they weren’t going to a secret date, while the Ice Stone user linger around.

Clearly waiting for someone.

“Is that anything else, Jang Uk?” He asked arching his brown while savory sweet tea.

“Yes, I’m waiting for my wife.” The mage chewed the cream biscuit.

“You think she will come back with you here?”

“Your turtle is precious after all…”

“Jang Uk, allow me to give you an advice…”

“I do not need counsel on my marriage from a eunuch.” He replied through gritted teeth.

“It’s not my fault that your wife didn’t understand when I clue her that I was royalty.” The future leader of Daeho scoffed at the man. “Now, listen, because she did and that action improve your marriage.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well… She did go to wish you good night every night, didn’t she?” Jang Uk had murder in his eyes now. “Calm down, before you freeze the whole palace, alright? If you really want to talk to her, you need to apologize first, the woman is quite cross with you.”

“She is?”

“Well, it looks like that… What did you do anyway?” The mage fell in silence and the prince arched his eyebrow remembering her words from before “Wasn’t your bride who tried to kill me?”. Looks like Jin Mu was right. “She knows about Naksu.”

“She knows about Mu-deok.” He agreed.

The name felt like a punch in the stomach, filthy Mu-deok… The very reason why Crown Prince Go end up becoming a farce. One of his closest friend, the one who would tell him the truth without really telling the truth, the first subject that the prince actually felt like he should earn her respect and loyalty. She deceived him all along.

“Will you blame that individual and get rid of them?” She asked in their last conversation with impossible understanding eyes.

The Crown Prince sent her away without a proper goodbye, it was only later that he realized that even though he demanded her to go away, the servant girl end up taking all the blame because of him. Jin Mu said himself, and while he knew it was an attempt to manipulate him, the terrible truth was that the prince should have arrest the man at first sight.

 But he didn’t, and for years now, he carried the pain of his sins. The guilty for Jang Uk, for Mu-deok, for the bloodshed, for letting Jin Mun live through it all.

Bu-yeon, Jang Uk’s new bride, was just like that too. A good friend, who somehow understood the royal too well, and was put in dangerous because of him and political game again.

Well, I’m not making the same mistake twice.

“Filthy Mu-deok… Very few calls her that. It’s not even her real name, isn’t it?”

“Yes… Her name was…” Jang Uk paused for a moment, because the pain of regret would always be there. “Cho Yeong.”

“Well, Bu-yeon is not the type of woman to resent one because of the past. I know because she told me so about her old lover.”

“She what?”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t the same, you also had a peacock, making her suffer to.” Jang Uk crossed his arms speechless. “My advice here, Jang Uk is quite simple: break into her room and talk about your feelings.”

“What? That’s it?”

“The simplest thing can be the hardest quest, Jang Uk. Look at us… I want to be the king and you don't, still, people will try to pin us against each other. How did we resolve the issue?”

Jang Uk made a face that he didn’t like anything he was hearing, but for a matter of fact, the Crown-Prince Go was right – as usual. Jin Mu had tried to make they enemies over and over again, the Gwangju even told him about the secret of Jang Uk’s birth, something the prince chose to keep to himself for now.

“Is not only that, we both know that.” He said in a sharp tone, the prince avoided his eyes. “My loathe for you goes deeper than some stupid political game.”

“As I said before, I understand, I truly do. Still, you have my trust to do the right thing not only to Daeho, but for your wife as well.”

The mage nodded, then he drank the rest of his tea before going out to get his wife’s forgiveness. The future king smile to himself very satisfy by the events of the day, he truly outdone himself this time. Too bad I’m so good in helping others and not myself.

“That’s terrible advice, you know.” Bu-yeon said behind him, the nobleman turned on his chair startled. The woman was standing in the shadows by the windows caressing the turtle in her arms. Somehow it was a chilling vision. “I do not wish to talk to him, let alone about my… Feelings.”

“How… How did you get in here?” He blinked surprise as the priestess gently put the turtle in her pool.

“You two are after Jin Mun… My uncle.” He didn’t miss the way her voice changed to a deadly tone. “Is he the one who tried to kill me?”

“Yes.”

“Did he also kill Naksu? Jang Uk’s bride?”

“He… He caused it, she followed his orders blindly.”

“And yet you let him go? You must really consider her less than filthy.” He frowned not liking how honest she was, where did all her gentle manners went?

“It’s not as simples as you think.”

“Then, it shouldn’t be too complicated, after all the simplest thing are the hardest.” She sat down in front of him, an icy glare studied him now.

Her behavior made him pause again, it was the same feeling he got when she first arrived.

“There something else, isn’t? It’s been bothering me since you got here, something is different in you, shaman.”

She smirked at him, almost wicked, a strange cleverness appeared in the woman’s eyes.

“Oh… I recover some of my memories, actually. The ones that were locked away for a very long time…” She stared her hands.

The royal blinked remembering their previously conversations, she said once that her past was like bottomless lake, no matter how deep the shaman dived she couldn't catch more than the glimpses of her old life. He even helped her exploring a few places, trying to figure it out if she could recover more memories.

“Congratulations, my friend, I know how much you've been suffering from your remembering dilemma.” He said in a nonchalant manner, it didn't seem right to congratulate the shaman judging her reaction.

“… With them I also recover this wretched feeling of violence and wickedness.”

Prince Go stopped his motions for a moment, the unexpected words were unsettling to say the least. The woman in front of him seemed to light up now, there was a sinister fury and hatred burning in her eyes, the very air around Bu-yeon tremble with her presence alone. This was the most powerful priestess of Jinyowon.

Then, he realized.

Her words. They were familiar.

It was his words.

“Tell me, prince Go, do you still vehemently despise seeing me and Uk together?”

Filthy Mu-deok.

“It’s not possible.”

“Before calling your guards, you should give me the courtesy to listen my story.” She poured herself a cup of tea. “After all, the same fate that happen to me could occur to your mother.”

“Are threaten me?”

“Crown Prince! I’d never dare!” She looked almost offended. “To tell the truth, you don’t really know what happen with Naksu.”

“You are Naksu.”

“I used to be her, just like I used to be Mu-deok.” The soul shifter calmly took a sip. “Jin Mu raise me to be an assassin, as you know, in a way we were trained by the same master. We are fellow pupils.”

“How sentimental of you.” He spat reaching his hand under the table.

“Danju, it was what I called him.” She looked to the window. “Don’t even think about using that sword, I may not be able fight but I have divine powers.”

“What?” He dropped immediately the thought of summoning his sword.

“That day, my last day, I heard two things: Jin Mu’s voice and the bells. I didn’t blindly follow his orders, I was going to marry Uk and be happy, for what should I take revenge? My poor father? That was Jin Mu’s doing anyway.”

“What are you saying?”

“I was controlled with a curse, is something that Jin Mu’s can do with soul shifters, Seo Yul told me about it and he can explain better to you. That’s for later, for now, I want you to think about it: who is a soul shifter supporting our abominable master?”

It was too much information, all at once, but he was trained for this. The Crown Prince poured himself a tea, accepting her game for now. She was at least a very entertainer talker.

“My mother.” He took a sip. “Does that mean you can still lose control?”

“No, I have divine powers now. Master Lee can vouch for me if you want.”

“How can this be? You took another body…”

“I didn’t, this is the body of Bu-yeon, the heiress of Jinyowon. Once upon a time, they called her Mu-deok…”

The assassin soul shifter then told the whole story to the prince. Naksu had taken over the body, in order to save it she had merged with it that’s why her true face took form, however soon the real Bu-yeon would come back.

The more the soul shifter spoke, the more stunned he became. It was an unprecedented tragedy, the woman in front of him survived things one couldn't begin to fathom. By the end of her tale, the Crown Prince Go made up his mind.

I’ll end this travesty for once and all.

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[babstheyaga]

OMG I JUST SAW MY ANSWERED QUESTION AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WHAT YOU WROTE IM SQUEALLINGGG WHICH MADE ME HAVE ANOTHER IDEA! So like get this right: The reader being one of those master mind criminal idk like cat women type shit right? And she’s always one step ahead of the autobots in stealing shit and she’s like a huge problem in the city too like no one can catch her and even if they do she plans it in the first place. Like the girl can freaking take them all on in a hand to hand combat like she was raised in the league of assassins or something 😂. How would the others react to her purposely messing with the crew every time they try to get their hands on something and her flaunting it in their faces before escaping, I feel like everyone would have mixed reactions tbh but also a bit of respect to her being able to do all of this on her own, even though it’s hella annoying. I could see her being able to seduce as well, so when she almost gets caught by someone like jazz or maybe even bee and especially mirage she could play her cards right and catch them off guard to escape. Obviously it wouldn’t work on Optimus but I feel like it would work on some of them, maybe even arcee or cliffjumper idk. I imagine her having a suit kinda like black Canary obviously it’s black since she would be able to hide in the shadows and shit but it would be purposely tight on her figure 😏. I could see them calling her the watcher since she’s always watching. Idk I like the idea of bad ass reader, and the thought of her not getting caught just makes me very interested on how the autobots would react to that. Cause when she does get caught it wouldn’t be easy to break her, idk girl probably likes and is used to the torture lol. Anyway love you author your the friggen best, and I hope your doing great today!

Keep sending these prompts and this is gonna be us

“Not so tight momma's boy... We wouldn't wanna scar such a pretty lady like me, now would we?” My voice was smooth, sarcastic dare I say.

“Trust me,” The noiret said, tightening the rope around my wrists behind my back. “You are no lady.” Mirage stood up from crouching down at my kneeling body, stuck his hands in his pants pockets and stared down at me.

“Oh, come now little bro...” I mocked, “Is that really how you should talk to a type C?” I tilted my head to the side, a sly smirk on my lips that I knew would piss him off.

He scoffed and turned his head towards his brother, Jazz. “You wanna kill 'er or can I?” He asked the silver-fox.

Jazz was leaned up against the wall, fiddling with his pockets, trying to find something in it. “Nah, let OP deal with 'er... He's 'ppose to be here in 'bout 30 minutes...” He said, still rummaging through his pants.

“I can't wait till he kills this bitch...” He replied, glancing back down at me and glaring. I pouted my lips, teasing him. “I'm gonna go call Bee, see what he has to say 'bout this whole thing.” He said, turned and started to make his way out of the warehouse.

I looked over my shoulder as he exited, the loud door closing roughly and I blinked back over to the pale male, my half-lidded eyes studying him from afar.

He managed to find the thing in his pockets, a cigarette and lighter, which he was flicking it lit.

“Your brother has quite the temper on him, huh?” I asked, readjusting myself on the ground.

“Yeah just wait till you see mine...” He replied through sealed lips, lighting the tobacco.

I tried to hold down my smile. “You? The slick spy of the group? Oh, surely not...” I said, tilting my head up, trying to get him to engage with me.

He pulled the cig away from his mouth, blinking over to me from the side of his eye. “I know what ya' doin', tellin' ya' mama, it ain't workin'.” He said, cracking his neck.

“Oh yeah? What's that big daddy?” I flirted. That seemed to get on his nerves enough to make him scoff and run a hand down his face.

“Might work on my bro, trust me suga' tits, ain't workin' on me.” He pushed himself off the wall, steadying me with his arms crossed, peering over at me.

“D'aw, come now darling... I'm not even doing anything!” I toyed, straightening my back and twisting my torso back and forth tauntingly.

“Seducin' yer way outta this one ain't finna happen. Believe me.” He said, rolling his shoulders.

“Oh but baby, you misunderstand me... I'm not seducing my way out of anything. I'm right where I want to be.” I replied, leaning back and placing my bound hands on the floor, my kneeling legs spreading in just the perfect way.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow. “OP finna be here any minute. Yer ass ain't goin' no where. So where exactly you wanna be, huh?”

“Oh, with you of course. Where else?”

He scoffed again. “With me, huh? You wanna die that bad? 'Cause you sure as hell ain't gettin' 'way from me lil mama.”

“Get away from you? Oh honey, I don't need to get away from you. It's you getting away from me.” I had to admit, Jazz was rather interesting. He was suspicious and mysterious, a perfect challenge that I liked to play with. He was like a handsome toy that I found fascinating.

“Me get away from you? Yeah? Why's that?” He took a step toward me from out of the shadows, and I knew I had him on the ropes.

“Because I already have you wrapped around my finger, baby...” I taunted.

He looked down, a smile coming to his lips. He sniffed to reset himself, and began to walk towards me. I felt my back tingle in excitement, Christ, he made this too easy...

He came to my front, crouched down slowly and nudged his glasses down to the tip of his nose, his half-lidded pale eyes flicked between mine.

He brought his cigarette to his lips, not yet taking a puff. “You really think this is workin', don't you?” He asked, taking a drag.

I fluttered my eyes, leaning forward towards him. “You're pretty easy to read... I can get away any time I want.”

His hues danced around my skin, an interest in them that I couldn't quite pinpoint. He was perfectly manipulable, but maybe not as easy as I thought he was. I could tell he was toying with me, and it made it all the more attractive. I could do this all day.

Hell, I already had part of the bounds broken, so I leave at any given time... But he was making this way too fun.

He breathed in the smoke, then lifted his head and blew it into my face. I didn't blink, didn't cough, only just stared at him, my smirk grew by the tiniest of inches.

He was gentle to watch me, he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and I resisted the urge to make it more interesting.

When he spoke, I knew he liked my playing, perhaps a bit more than I thought he did...

“Try me.”

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[justanotherinsanity]

Chapter 2

Things are about to get juicy (not yet spicy though)

Celeste could not believe herself, she'd almost gotten hit by a maniac in their car. If she hadn't jumped back, she could've been in the hospital now. The woman didn't even stop to apologize, she just whizzed past Celeste.

"Morning, you good?"

"Good morning, Angela. Yes, I'm good," she set her bag down on the desk, "I did almost get hit by a car on my way here though."

"What?! Where?"

"Literally two blocks from here."

"Why would anyone be speeding here?"

"I don't know, Ang, but I'm glad my reflexes are fast."

"Yeah, me too."

"Mhmm, pretty sure I bruised my ass though."

Angela snorted before she covered her mouth and giggled.

"Wow, thanks for being concerned."

"I'm sorry, it's just hilarious. You can always get it checked."

"No! What would I even say?! can I have an ass x-ray because a lunatic almost killed me today?"

"Alright, alright," Angela raised her hands in surrender, "I was just looking out for you."

The day was very tedious. Celeste only had two clients and so was stuck finishing paperwork from past deals. What made it worse was her backside hurt through the whole ordeal.

"Oh thank God, is it finally 12?"

"Yeah," Angela stretched at her desk, "Where're you running off too?"

"I'm getting painkillers."

Angela couldn't hold in her laughter this time, "Is it really that bad?"

"Yes," Celeste groaned as she left the office. The nearest pharmacy was some distance away so she hailed a cab praying whoever that crazy lady was has a terrible day.

She stepped out of the cab and headed to the pharmacy's door.

"It's closed," a woman was leaning on the wall, smoking a cigarette. Celeste stared at her, had she seen this woman before? She seemed oddly familiar. The woman nodded towards the pharmacy, "Closed," she repeated.

"Fuck's sake," Celeste broke out of her trance.

"What'd you need?"

Celeste really wasn't in the mood to converse with some stranger but the woman was trying to help and Celeste wasn't an asshole.

"Painkillers."

"Are we talking OTC or opioids?"

Celeste had no clue what the brunette was talking about which made her more frustrated because she hated being clueless.

After sensing her confusion the stranger asked, "What are you suffering from?"

"A pain in the ass," Celeste stated harsher than she intended, "Why are you asking anyways?"

"Okay, jeez," the woman rolled her eyes at Celeste, "Just thought I could help since I'm a doctor."

That explained all the questions, "I am actually suffering form pain in my backside."

"Oh?" that seemed to grab the doctor's attention, Celeste waited for a snort or giggle but all that came was, "Can you twist your upper half?"

"Um," she did as the woman asked taken aback by the lack of a normal response to what she just revealed, "Yeah."

"No pain when you do that?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's just bruised."

"Fell off the stairs?" the doctor finally put out her cigarette.

"No, actually, I jumped backwards."

The woman just stared at her waiting for the rest.

Celeste groaned internally, did she really have to tell her that she was almost hit by a car? "A crazy woman almost hit me with her car today and I jumped backwards to get out of the way and fell on my ass-backside."

The woman's face paled as Celeste told the story. "On Rose Street?" she questioned.

Celeste squinted suspiciously, "Yes…"

"Shit, yeah that crazy woman was me."

"Are you fucking serious?" Celeste crossed her arms.

"Don't get all angry, this is on you too. You were staring at your phone while crossing the street."

"You were the one zooming on the road like a madman!"

The doctor groaned, "Listen, lady, I don't want problems. I'll get you the paracetamol, just calm down. "

The nerve of this bitch! She didn't even apologize and now she was telling Celeste to calm down. "How about not going around almost killing people?!"

"It was a mistake. I was in a hurry and you really weren't focusing on the road," She scratched the back of her head, "I'll get you a cup of coffee as a peace offering,how about that?"

"No, thanks, I'll just take the paracetamol."

"Well, the nearest pharmacy is close to a coffee shop anyway. Come on, coffee on me?" she didn't look sincere at all, in fact, during this whole conversation she looked nothing but exhausted. Celeste didn't know what to make of it but she did drink mocha during her break everyday and she just wasted it because of this woman.

"Fine, but this better be quick because I have work to attend to."

"Okay then, shall we?" she went to a black car and entered it.

The car ride was only a few minutes but the silence was killing Celeste, "So you're really not going by apologize?"

The doctor siched heavily, "No, I only apologize when it's fully my fault."

Céleste scoffed, "You're fucked up. How is this not your fault? I could've died."

The woman chuckled at that and Celeste was so taken aback she almost forgot to be angry, "I am, but no you wouldn't have died unless you have weak bones."

"You're a terrible person, I'm only accepting this coffee because it's free."

The doctor didn't reply to that, instead she took in a long breath and parked her car. She waited for Celeste at the door before opening it for her. So she did have manners, then why the hell wouldn't she apologize?

"Coffee, black and no sugar," the woman said as soon as she reached the barista.

"Wow, you're such a fun person," Celeste shook her head before looking at the barista, "And a white mocha for me."

"Have a seat, I'll go get you the painkillers," the brunette started walking towards the door.

Celeste chose one of the tables by the glass, wincing as she sat down. Where had she seen this woman before? She didn't look at her face this morning when she almost hit her so she'd definitely seen her before.

"Here you go," the doctor broke her train of thought as she sat down. She handed Celeste her mocha and a box of paracetamol.

"Thanks. You wouldn't by any chance work at Kira, would you?"

"Yes, I do," the woman mumbled, "For now." So it was her! It was Irene Elizah.

"I knew it! I did see you yesterday, in the crimson dress. I couldn't recognize you because of how dishevelled you look," Celeste couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

The doctor scoffed, "Yeah, thanks for pointing it out."

"I didn't mean it that way, you just looked gorgeous yesterday and today you're er…"

"Yeah, ok, princess, I got the message," she rolled her eyes at Celeste before taking a huge gulp of her coffee.

"Don't call me that."

"Well, I don't know your name and you seem like the princess type."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Irene smiled for the first time since meeting Celeste, albeit a slightly wicked smile, "Spoiled and used to beauty."

Celeste just snarled at her before leaning back in her chair and enjoying her mocha. She would've totally smashed the doctor yesterday but now that she actually talked to her…

"What's your name then?" Irene asked.

"Seriously? You stood with me for half an hour yesterday."

"I wasn't in my element yesterday," she shrugged.

"Let me guess, your element is not with people?"

The doctor didn't answer, instead, she watched Celeste expectantly.

"Celeste Azarial."

Irene grunted.

"What the hell was that?!"

"You're name is Celeste? How is that not a princess name?"

"Well, Irene's a pretty princessy name too!"

Irene almost spat out her coffee at the use of her name, "You remember my name?"

"Yes, I usually remember hot women's names. Don't worry though, now that we've talked, I'll a hundred per cent forget yours."

The doctor chuckled and Celeste couldn't help but smile. She actually looked pretty decent, even with the huge eyebags.

"Yes, I'm not very friendly, am I?"

"You're not."

"Well, then I'm sorry Ms Azarial, sorry about the morning too."

"Jeez, finally. I thought I'd never get an apology."

"I am only being polite because you're honest and I like honesty. I still think you're half at fault for today's accident."

"Annnd there goes the apology. You should really work on your people skills."

"I don't have time."

"Oh let me guess, you don't have friends because you're the boring one who refuses to go to clubs? You probably don't have a boyfriend either, do you?"

Irene let slip a sneaky smile, "I do actually go to clubs just no friends. They'd get in the way."

"The way of what?"

"Of me wooing a hot stranger for a one-night stand of course."

Celeste choked on her drink, "And how the hell do you do that, no offence."

"I'm pretty sure you're being offensive on purpose at this point. I just tell them I'm a doctor so I know the human body."

Celeste laughed, "You can't be serious."

"I am. Usually to women because they're harder to please so I suppose they think a doctor would actually be able to er pleasure them well."

Celeste raised an eyebrow at her, "No way that works."

Irene didn't answer, she lifted the coffee to her mouth before stopping mid-drink and smiling at the other woman. She put down the cup before shrugging, "I'm sure you're having better luck with that pretty face then, princess."

Celeste felt the blood rising to her cheeks before she growled at the doctor, "Stop that."

"Alright," she got up, "Usually, I wouldn't leave a woman mid-coffee, but I have to return to work. If your ass continues to hurt for two weeks, visit a doctor," she chuckled before giving Celeste her card and leaving.

"What the hell was that?" she whispered to herself.

~1653 words ♡

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[lacemekers-new-master]

Chapter One Meeting your Master

TW!!KIDNAPPING and SUICIDE!!TW

I don’t have much to my life. All I do is make lace I can’t afford to wear. At the orphanage that’s what they had taught most of the girls. They had told us it was a good way to make money and support ourselves, but I hardly have the money to eat. I’d need to work faster and faster. I have no friends we were all separated once leaving the orphanage. Maybe they are achieving the success we were promised. I stand alone at the bridge the river below rushing underneath. I pass the bridge every day and every day I think of throwing myself down into the river. Today is the day when I actually do it. I have nothing left, no money, no valuables, no reason to live. I lean forward the wind picking up and blowing my hair into my face, but a noise distracts me. I see a carriage led by dark horses rushing towards me.  There’s no way the driver doesn’t see me. So, do I jump or come back over the railing? But I’m frozen. I don’t do anything. I feel my feet come off the ground, but I didn’t jump; I was swept off my feet. A strange man has his arms wrapped around me, and the next thing I knew I was on the floor of the carriage. I didn’t scream I just sat there staring.

 

“She sure is quiet.” Said the tall dark-haired man who grabbed me. His features were sharp with thick eyebrows and neat facial hair. He had an unusual accent like nothing I had heard before.

 

“We won’t even need to shut her up.” Interjected a stout and especially pale man staring down at me. His face was round, and he had brown somewhat short hair. What is this some sort of kidnapping? I wouldn’t be worth any ransom money. I just looked at them. I should feel something; fear, terror, or something. I sit on the floor of the carriage awkwardly.

 

“Don’t worry lady we have a catch-and-release program.” Said a boyish man still seated. His hair was light and his body thin. He spoke distinctly differently with an accent I did recognize he was French.

 

“So, I’ll be going back?” I ask. Is there anything worth going back to? Should I just finish the job once I’m back?

 

“You don’t seem relieved. You’ll be back in the morning.” He tries to reassure me. I just stare at him.

 

“Normally that gets some sort of reaction.” Says the pale man.

 

“I don’t know what you want, but I don’t have it,” I tell them.

 

“Well, you’re alive, aren’t you?” He asks me. What does that even mean? Clearly?

 

“I swear to god if we got an undead one, you’re taking the blame!” Said the man who grabbed me to his French companion. Undead? Is this some weird joke? I’m a little pale, but not a reanimated corpse. Now I look closer I wonder if these are men or some sort of creatures. They all look somewhat off. Not all of them are pale, but their skin looks grey and lifeless like sunken eyes.

 

“What is the meaning of this exactly?” I say strangely calm.

 

“You’ll see when we arrive.” Said the stout man. I stared at his mouth noticing his sharp canine teeth. Everyone was seated on the benches, so I picked myself up and sat down. There’s no reason to leave I have nothing waiting for me.  We sat for a long while riding into the countryside. The further we got the bumpier the ride got. I gaze out the window at the rocky landscape as the men speak to each other in a language unknown to me. Distinctly not French which I had heard many people around me speak. I just sit in silence. The Frenchman says something to the tall fellow. They look at me quickly and then turn to each other. They speak in a hushed tone which seems useless as I understand nothing they’re saying. The Frenchman pushes back his strawberry blonde hair and clears his voice.

 

“What’s your name?” He asks me.

 

“Isolde.”

 

“Well, Isolde do you happen to be looking for a husband?” I just stare at him blankly. I hadn’t even thought of it I was so focused on everything else in my life I hadn’t considered it. Is this what this whole kidnapping was about?

 

“Don’t tell me that’s why I’m here. Is this some sort of backward way you guys are trying to find a wife?”

 

“No, of course not. I just thought you were very beautiful and would be perfect for our master.”

 

“Oh, so I’m here to be a wife for your master?” I don’t know why on earth I’d be chosen as someone’s wife. Especially anyone of higher rank. I’m dressed plainly and am not particularly charming. The tall dark-haired man gives a hard look to the other two before turning to me.

 

“No, you’re not. You simply would not do. I’m sorry if these two got your hopes up.” I chuckle a little. As if it would be some great honor to be kidnapped as a wife for some strange man. That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while.

 

“She is awfully strange.” Said the pale brunette. The carriage slows to a halt and I look out the window. There’s a stone castle right outside. It sits on a lake and it’s probably the nicest thing I’ve seen. They step out one by one and I follow. Once out of the carriage tall man and brunette take both my arms, but I walk willingly with them. We make our way across the suspension bridge. I think of the bridge where I’d plan to jump. This is a more picturesque place for suicide anyway if I do decide to go through with it.

 

We walk into the castle and it is beautifully decorated with the newest styles and colors with a French flair. I see strange things that I don’t recognize too some sort of lute and foreign instruments. I am taken upstairs into a dimly lit room. The whole castle is somewhat dark, but I can still see in the candlelight.

 

“Master, we brought you dinner!” Says the Frenchmen who had been walking alongside us. Dinner? They didn’t bring any food. Unless I’m the food… Is their master a monster who eats human flesh? This might be a fate worse than death. Maybe this was what it took to finally make me care. Was this my fate all along? I look into the dark and piecing brown eyes meet my gaze. Out of the shadows emerges a man rather than a beast. With long dark wavy hair and a thin mustache.

 

“Oh c’mon guys. This one is much too sad.” He says… what? “I either want them screaming in terror like ‘oh no don’t eat me!’ or excited by it like ‘oh please suck my blood!’”. He says his tone is silly and laid back with a thick foreign accent. Am I seriously going to be sacrificed to this man?

 

“She’s very pretty though. I know you love pretty women. Look at her face she’s just like a porcelain doll!” Says the blond boyish one.

 

“An emaciated porcelain doll.” Says the tall one.

 

“Well, doll are you good at anything? Are you good at singing or dancing?” He turns towards the other men. “Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could have a human to perform at my parties?”

 

“I’m not much of a performer. My only skill is making lace.” He seems somewhat let down by my response.

 

“Lace… well I do like lace.” He says unenthused. I notice that he does seem to have a lot of lace. His clothing is rich and colorful with white lace trim. “Oh well, the little doll I bet you’re dying to go home. You aren’t quite my taste so you can return.” I stand there. I have no reason to return. They’re rich this place is luxurious much better than anything where I live. I’d be willing to work for a monster. I already sort of do back home.

 

“You’re too kind for offering to let me go. “I say putting on a bit of an act. “But I a lowly lacemaker have nothing to return to. Won’t you let me stay here?”

 

“You mean you want to st-“ the tall man is interrupted.

 

“Oh, how sad! The dolly has no one!” Says the Master touched by my little act. “You can stay here as long as you like if you keep me company and make me lots of pretty lace.”

 

This must be the stupidest thing I’ve done…

[sluttywonwoo]

pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu. 

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera. 

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips. 

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap. 

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead. 

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random. 

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat. 

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. 

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion. 

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked. 

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his. 

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily. 

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud. 

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!” 

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler. 

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him. 

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset. 

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him. 

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you. 

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts. 

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up. 

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence. 

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued. 

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?” 

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard. 

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there. 

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to. 

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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[jungshookz]

Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu 

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS 

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,. 

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k) 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”  

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you 

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi  

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…” 

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

oh

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry VI

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; abuse of power, chase, unwanted touching, confusing Bucky is confusing, blow job.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You’re journey continues on but not so smoothly.

Note: Getting this out for Monday and back to the grind of the new job so updates might not be as steady but I’ll at least get some more gif requests done.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

The caravan continued until the sun began to descend. Tents were erected for the lords and the retinue of lower nobility and guards. As the servants slept under and in the wagon, or out in the open, you were taken to the painted blue canvas where Lord Barnes' bed had been set up. 

He spent much of the day in the carriage with you but for the last hour took to horseback. He welcomed you with kiss on your forehead, his arm already disposed of on the stout stool beside the bed. His sleeves hung loosely but he barely seemed to worry for it as he urged you to the mattress.

He only stripped his coat and tunic, his boots kicked off beside the frame. He helped disassemble your gown, the pieces slung over the single chest unloaded into the tent. You remained in only your shift as he pulled you down beside him after he extinguished the lantern. 

He laid on his side, watching you as his hand rested on your stomach. You were exhausted but knew you wouldn't sleep. Still, you closed your eyes and tried to let weight settle over your eyelids.

"Sweeting," Barnes cooed, "did you enjoy our activity today?"

You stiffened and slowly opened your eyes. You looked at him cautiously and dipped your chin, "yes, my lord." You still weren't certain how you felt about what occurred but to let on that confusion to him would do you no favours.

“Mmm,” he nestled closer, bringing his body flush to your side as he took your hand and played with your fingers. You exhaled and urged the strength entirely from your body, “and I did wonder… you did say you were untouched… was your meaning that you’d never been touched in any manner? Even as lightly as how I did this day?”

You bit the inside of your lip and mustered your voice. “Never. Never anything, my lord,” you confessed.

He hummed and brought the back of your hand to his lips. He kissed your flesh cloyingly, leaving a trail up your arm to the edge of your shift. His hand dropped yours and swept up your stomach. He cupped your chest and rested his head just over the swell of your breasts. 

His hair smelled of horse and sweat. You let him lay against you and stared at the canvas of the tent through the stifling dark. He brought the blankets higher and held you in his warmth. He nuzzled your breasts but his hand did not descend further.

“It will be some days yet,” he said grimly, “I hate travel, it is so tiring,” he yawned, “but when we are at the castle, we may rest…” his fingers curled into your side as his breath slipped under the top of your shift, “we will have time to know each other better.”

You closed your eyes and a hot tear trickled down your temple and along your scalp. You fought not to heave as you wanted desperately to sob. You just laid there, still but restless, and listened to his breaths. When at last he began to snore, you began to weep.

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The second day rolled by on the carriage wheels and into the dust of the road. The third morning came with a layer of frost and the sun stayed hidden behind pale clouds. You climbed again into the royal vehicle and Barnes joined you again. He did not ride at all on his own as he slumbered on the bench with head in your lap and woke to shove his hand up your skirts.

Again, he stoked the flame inside of you with his touch. You hated how you whined, how your thighs clamped around his hand hungrily, and how the ripples flowed over to powerful tides. On the fourth day, he was joined by another as it began to rain and Lord Rogers sat across from you as Barnes flanked you.

You pulled back the curtain to peer out at the muddy road and listened to the call of the wet riders and the servants who worked to dislodge the carts whenever they were halted by the muck. You knew Rogers was watching you, you felt the tingle of his gaze, and Barnes too. The two men had you caged in and their silence troubled you.

“I see you have a new dress,” Rogers began, “it looks fine on you… lady.”

You looked to him and then to Barnes. “Thank you, my lord,” you clasped your hands and kept your shoulder straight as you stared at the empty space beside Rogers.

“You must have selected the attire,” Rogers spoke to Barnes, “she might look lovely in rose.”

“Mmm, you would know fashion better than me,” Barnes grumbled, “so long as the fabric is untorn and cut well, I am unbothered.”

“Oh, but you see the neckline does frame her face well, it brings out the shape of it,” Rogers tilted his head as he looked you over, “and the hood, she would do well with something shorter to lengthen the neck but it the pearls are well placed.”

“Had I known you were so interested in women’s attire I might have consulted with you before sending to my tailor,” Barnes sighed and fidgeted with the ring on his finger.

“Only in that it makes me wonder at what’s beneath,” Rogers slithered, “I always thought the intrigue of ladies was to peel away the wrapping of their gifts.”

“Do not be crass,” Barnes rebuffed as he gripped his forehead, “the storm does already cloud my head.”

Rogers crossed his arms and huffed. He pushed his legs apart and glared at Barnes. “How much longer am I to wait?”

Barnes dropped his hand and sat up. He glanced at you and back to Rogers. His jaw clenched as he considered his friend and shrugged.

“Oh come on, you would not feel so rotten with a distraction,” Rogers urged, “and I would not be so bored. It is easier astride to bear the road--”

“Quiet,” Barnes snapped and his throat constricted, “you don’t give me time to think.”

Rogers brows rose hopefully as he watched his friend. Barnes ran his hand up and down his thigh then reached to you. He pulled on your arm until you were against him. He whispered in your ear, “recall as you did with your hand,” he said, “you might use your mouth in its stead.”

You pulled back and squinted at him dumbly. He did not flinch as he pointed to the other lord then nudged your elbow. He sighed and sat back heavily.

“Let us have it over with and you will not mention it again,” Barnes flicked his fingers in a final order to you.

You felt as if you were covered in a sheet of ice and yet mortification seared your lungs like smoke. Your eyes threatened to water but you lowered your lashes and slipped away from Barnes before your anger and disgust had you striking him. What he demanded of you was revolting and entirely demeaning. You had little esteem left for the lord but did not expect it to sink lower.

You edge off the bench and stood crookedly in the carriaged. You went to Rogers as he watched you and tried to figure how best to approach him. Your heart clenched at the thought, how easily you did bend to Barnes’ will. Your hands shook and you turned suddenly and grasped at the carriage door.

You were dragged back as an arm looped around your middle and swung you against the bench. Barnes stood over you, hunched beneath the roof of the carriage as he puffed angrily through his nose.

“Are you mad?” he snarled.

You splayed over the bench and panted as he glared down at you. He seized you again and forced you up. He turned you and thrust you towards Rogers as he bent to rasp in your ear. The other lord watched with a smirk as he picked at the laces of his breeches and pushed them open. You closed your eyes as he reached into his undershorts and lifted his pelvis to slip down his bottoms.

“Why must you make this all so difficult?” Barnes sneered and pushed you onto the bench. He grabbed the back of your neck and bent you over Rogers lap, “open your mouth, sweetling.”

You obeyed almost as once as his tone sent shivers through you and his grip made your spine ache. You felt the tip of Rogers member as it filled the ring of your lips and Barnes shoved you down its length harshly. Rogers poked at your throat as Barnes moved to kneel and watched how you struggled to take it all.

You gagged and grasped Rogers' thigh as your whole body tensed. You were pulled back and pushed down again, your spit spreading down his cock as Barnes guided your motion. Soon both men made lurid noises; Rogers groaning in pleasure and Barnes encouraging you to take more.

“Sweeting, you must learn,” Barnes coaxed, “when you do not listen, you must atone.”

“Fuck,” Rogers gasped as his hand circled his base just below your lips and he stroked in time with your motion, “she’s good.”

Rogers stretched his hand over your back as he leaned back against the seat, rocking his hips just a little as he slid past further down your throat. The two men kept you moving as the sloppy noise of your humiliation melded with their voices.

“My word, I’m almost there,” Rogers fingers curled against the back of your dress, “oh, pet…”

A sudden heat flooded your throat and slicked his member as he slowed and twitched. The salty deluge made you choked as Barnes pulled you back and you dropped to your knees as you covered your mouth in disgust.

“Ah, don’t make a mess,” Barnes let you go entirely, “swallow it, sweeting.”

You shuddered as you forced yourself to gulps down the revolting slickness and you heaved as you stayed on the floor of the carriage. You were wrenched off your hands and dragged on your knees to the other bench. Barnes glared at you as he unlaced his breeches impatiently.

“You were wise to suggest the distraction,” Barnes jibed at Rogers as he pulled out his member, “it might help the needle in my head.”

“She is good,” Rogers sighed, “she serves well.”

“You might recall she serves me,” Barnes brought your to his tip and rammed past your lips, “do not amuse yourself with any other ideas.”

“I can admire her even so,” Rogers rose and the carriage creaked as he moved closer. He came up behind you and ran his hands down your sides, “would it not be something if I lifted her ass right now and--”

“Ahh, Steve, enough,” Barnes kept your head bobbing with his hand on your hood, “I have yet to have that pleasure myself.”

“You toy with her,” Rogers squeezed your hips as he bent and nuzzled your hood, “you should fuck her now. I feel how she quivers. You would torture both her and yourself.”

“We are not… far… from the… capital,” Barnes panted as used you, “I would wait and have her on still ground.”

“Mmm, she does need breaking,” Rogers backed away and fell heavy on the other bench, “like any good mare.”

“Mmm, yes,” Barnes moaned, “sweeting, oh, so…”

He trailed off and the carriage went silent but for the noise of your mouth and the lord’s lewd utterances. You kept on if only to have it done with, humiliated and hurt. If only you had been quick enough to toss yourself from the carriage; a horse’s hooves would be much preferable to that torture.

“You remember to swallow… sweeti--” he spasmed and again a hot river flowed through you. You gagged but gulped down his cum as he slid from your mouth. His cock glistened as he cradled his sack and groaned, “good,” he lifted his hand and ran his thumb over your wet lips, “such a sweet little pet.”

You drew away and hung your head as you held in a cough. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve but stayed on the floor. You were too frightened to move, frightened that it would inspire another violation. Barnes reached down and pulled you up and angled you onto the seat next to him, his member hidden but his breeches still open.

He fixed your mussed hood and marveled at your puffy lips. He pulled you against him, his gentleness off putting as he caressed your sleeve and let you rock against him with the motion of the carriage. You peeked over at Rogers as you felt him watching and he licked his lips crudely.

“Hmmm, yes, she will be the perfect little prize for the tournament,” Rogers remarked.

“You will have to win your own,” Barnes countered, “our debt is settled, you will not approach her again.”

Rogers rolled his eyes and shrugged, “as you wish,” he said dryly.

“Don’t be a child,” Barnes scoffed, “the capital is ripe with maids eager to serve a duke and you’ve never been so finicky about them.”

“Perhaps but I think you’ve helped me refine my tastes,” Rogers met your shy gaze and bit his lip, “such a sweet little thing.”

“Let us keep the sparring to the tourney,” Barnes warned, “friend.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fic #series #hue and cry #medieval au #medieval!au #au #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #captain america #winter soldier

[sinfulcries]

reader filming him and kenma fucking without his consent and black mailing him the next day, telling kenma that he won't leak the video if kenma becomes his slave. despite reader being toxic, kenma catches feelings for him and when he confesses, reader says he feels the same way and fucks kenma only to crush kenma's hopes by saying he was just joking & that he would never like him hehe.

tokyo afternoons . kenma x male reader

authors notes. holy shit this was really long and it took me a few weeks to write. i was planning on writing 2 smuts for this but i lost inspiration at the end </3 anyways, virgin kenma hits differently

word count. 3.1k

tw. blackmail, non consensual filming, manipulation, toxic && douche-y reader, sadistic reader, virginity loss, corruption, size difference, unprotected sex, ignorant kuroo, obsession, spitting, noncon at the end.

The air was hot. Tokyo has always been so warm but it was never this hot. Kenma’s pale skin started to sweat, cheeks flushed as golden eyes peered at the man who was sitting beside him. You always left a warm feeling in his chest-- always left his heart drumming loudly whilst his cheeks were flushed a bright red. You were addictive, one of the people who managed to effortlessly bring a smile on to Kenma’s face.

“You’re staring at me.” You broke the comfortable silence with a chuckle, Kenma snapping out of his trance as he turned away to avoid your hot gaze. “Sorry,” Muttering a half hearted response in reply, the blonde averted his gaze to the sky-- watching the harsh sunlight spread over tokyo’s vast horizon. “You know, You look really pretty when you were staring at me earlier.” Another sentence that came out of your mouth broke the comfortable silence once again, and Kenma eyed you cautiously, not wanting to believe the compliment. 

“Do you say that to every person you hook up with?” Furrowing your eyebrows at his response, you planted your arms on top of your thighs, resting your head in the comfort of your palms as you looked at the shorter blonde seated beside you. “Believe it or not, I’ve only said that to you.” 

A sweet-talker. That’s what you were. Trying to lure Kenma in with your velvety voice and your captivating stare. Again, you were addicting. And Kenma was bewildered that he managed to hook up with you, the most popular and well loved guy in his university. “You seem like the type of person to call your partner a slut in public.” 

“I do call my partner’s ‘slut’ in public. Not with you though.” You snorted, grinning as you faced the sky, taking occasional glances at the male. “And why is that?” Confusion laced in his voice, and eyes narrowed at your taller figure, you only smiled softly in response, lashes fluttering against soft skin as you whispered faintly, “You’re just different.” 

Kenma could barely form a response with how his skin turned hot quickly-- The heat of the sun accompanied by your words only making him more of a mess than he already was. Hearing the speakerphone play the familiar tone signalling that their break was over, you grabbed the back of the smaller boy’s neck before pulling his head in to connect your lips with his. You took the opportunity to tug on his bottom lip between your teeth before pulling away. 

“I’ll see you at my place, Kozume.”  You sing-songed whilst simultaneously standing up to catch your next class. Kenma was left to stare at your retreating form, cheeks dusted with red as he felt the warmth in his chest spread every time he thought of your lips on his own once more.

Time seemed to tick slowly-- and Kenma had to begrudgingly go through the whole day without thinking of you or the intimate little moment that you had with him a few hours ago. It was pure torture-- not having you by his side or seeing your smile or hearing your shameless attempts at flirting. It was embarrassing, but he knew that he was getting used to you and your presence. Running a hand through his coarse hair, he spotted you leaning against the wall outside of his classroom, a greasy smile plastered on your face as you diverted your attention from the ladies beside you to the small blonde. 

Kenma’s heart dropped. He knew you were popular and that he didn’t have the right to get jealous because you were never his to begin with, but did that intimate moment mean nothing to you? Did that kiss mean nothing to you? He was snapped out of his thoughts when you tapped his shoulder once again-- your deep voice ringing in his ears as you cupped his cheek tenderly. “-ma, Kenma hey?” 

“Sorry I zoned out again.” He apologised, forgetting about what upset him for a moment before removing your calloused hand that rested on his cheek. You frowned at the action but soon relaxed, taking his small hand in your own. “Don’t worry about it. Should we get going?” You asked, and Kenma tensed, heaving a sigh as he mustered the courage to remove his hand from your hold.

“I don’t think i can go to your place today. Just choose one of those girls to go instead.” he murmured, bowing dejectedly. Tilting your head in confusion, you slowly grabbed his chin, tilting his head softly so that his golden orbs could meet yours. “Are you jealous, Ken?” you cooed, pressing another kiss onto his lips as he could only hear the whispers of his classmates in the background.

Kenma started shaking, instinctively moving closer towards you, turning his head so that he could bury his face into your chest. Noticing Kenma’s change of behaviour, you glared at the group of girls gossiping, instantly shutting them up. “Mind your own business.” Your loud voice was heard throughout the semi-crowded hallway and the people who had witnessed the sight of you kissing kenma nodded frantically, scrambling away to leave you and kenma to your own devices.

“They’re gone now baby. You can stop hiding.” Grabbing his hips gently, the blonde slowly scanned his surroundings before hugging you again, a soft whimper leaving his lips as you stroked his hair soothingly, “T-Thank you.”

Smiling fondly you replied, “No problem. Let’s go, baby.” 

As the two of you made your way towards your apartment, Kenma couldn’t help but stare at your taller figure, huddling closer to your side once he felt the chilly afternoon air hitting his skin. “We’re almost there, kitten. Sorry I didn’t bring my jacket.” You apologised, instead removing your blazer and placing it on top of his shoulders. “You’ll get cold, y/n.” Kenma murmured worriedly, “I’ll be fine baby, don’t worry.”

His chest rose and fell quietly. The faint sounds of footsteps and your occasional humming were the only sounds that he could hear in the empty street. You both arrived at your place quite quickly. You politely opened the door for the setter, leaving your backpacks at the doorstep and discarding your shoes before making your way towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to eat, Ken?” You called out, opening your fridge to scan over the snacks you had. 

“No thank you.” Kenma declined from the couch, unbuttoning the first top buttons of his dress shirt and tossing his tie to the side. “Suit yourself.”

Making your way towards Kenma’s hunched form-- a grin wormed its way onto your lips, ruffling his hair once you crept up behind him. “Wanna go to my room instead? You can lay down more comfortably over there.” 

Kenma gratefully accepted your offer, taking small and reluctant steps towards the mattress. “A-Are you sure I can lay down here?” The blonde shyly inquired, unable to focus once your scent hit his nose. You smelt so good-- fresh and clean, just the way Kenma liked it. You laughed at his flustered expression once more, jumping onto your mattress before pulling him in so that he was on top of you. “You’re light.”

“A-And you’re really warm....” His voice was so faint that you could barely hear it. Kenma looked to face you, cheeks dusted with red as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip thoughtfully. “What’s on your mind?” 

“I was wondering i-if you c-could…” Kenma tried his best not to stutter.

“If I could, what, kitten?”

Closing his eyes, Kenma took a deep breath before murmuring, “If you could kiss me again....”

Not giving the setter a chance to repeat himself, you leaned in to kiss him-- snaking an arm around his slim waist possessively as you started to jerk your hips against his clothed cock. Kenma whimpered into the kiss, eyes shut tightly as he failed to notice your free hand propping your phone on the nightstand-- giving the camera a perfect view of what you were doing to the poor boy. 

“Ruin me, y/n-kun~” Kenma didn't have to tell you twice before a dark smirk made its way onto your lips-- hitting the ‘record’ button before trailing your kisses downwards, kissing and sucking on the skin of his jawline and neck. 

“Mm,” Kenma whimpered, grounding his ass against your growing erection, earning him a deep growl of his name. “Yeah baby keep grinding against my cock like that,” you praised, only making the smaller male comply. 

A whine left the blonde’s lips as he started humping his ass against your thick cock-- his head fuzzy and vision clouded with lust. He loved this so much-- feeling your bulge against his ass. If the tent in your slacks was already big enough to prod at his clothed entrance, he couldn’t imagine how big you would feel deep inside of him, rearranging his guts and fucking him like the useless cock sleeve he was.

Feeling your big hands caressing the soft skin that hid beneath his dress shirt, he yelped as your thumbs pressed against the flesh of his hip before moving upwards to roll his nipples between your thumb and index finger. “You’re so sensitive, kitty. Such a cute little boy…” you cooed, tugging on the hardened bud.

Kenma keened at your touch, leaning against your chest as you moved to unzip both his and your trousers, making both of your hard cocks spring free from its confinements. Kenma’s intense and love-struck gaze was trained on your hard cock, the sight making him subconsciously lick his lips. “Don’t just stare at it, Kitty. Put it in your mouth.”

He gulped. His pupils shaking and his hands sweating as he struggled to even touch your length. “I-I don’t think i-it would fi--!” You were getting impatient and soon you grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to take your fat cock in all at once. “Stop making excuses and take it like a good boy.”

You started fucking his warm throat-- a low groan leaving your lips once you felt the tip hitting the back of his throat. Kenma was inexperienced and you could tell by the way he was sobbing, frantically tapping your thighs signalling that he couldn’t breathe. You rolled your eyes, lifting his head up so that he could gasp for air only to fuck him a second after. “Breathe through your nose baby.”

Kenma’s tear filled eyes met yours and eventually, he started getting used to the feeling of your cock wrecking his pretty little mouth. His face was ridden with drool, the sound of gurgling, your deep groans and his frantic whimpers around your cock the only noise filling the room. 

“I’m about to cum, doll--!” You rasped, thrusting into his mouth a few more times before holding his head in place, spilling your hot cum down his throat. Your free hand came to cup his cheek, spreading the cum that dripped down his chin onto his cheeks, mixing it with his drool and his tears. “So fucking pretty.” you grinned, making him smile weakly in response.

You effectively flipped Kenma so that you were on top of him, Your fingers teasing the rim of his puckered hole as he squirmed beneath your bigger figure. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You mused, grabbing the bottle of lube from your night stand before coating your fingers generously with the cold gel.

Kenma blushed, turning his head to avoid your gaze as he felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “Y-Yeah..” He murmured.

Your gaze on the blonde softened, wanting to at least prep him properly before fucking him senseless. “Okay. I’m going to stretch you out first, Is that fine with you darling?” A curt nod was Kenma’s only response and You wasted no time in stretching his hole out. You started with one finger, thrusting it in and out of him until he got used to the feeling before moving onto two fingers. You took your time with him, making sure that he felt good before he told you that he was ready to take you in.

Glancing at the camera once more you grinned darkly before snapping your hips forward, burying every inch of your cock inside of Kenma’s ass. The smaller male mewled helplessly, arching his back as he felt full from your cock. 

“Mmm, Your cunt’s so nice and tight f’me” You moaned against his taut skin, snapping your hips forward to meet Kenma’s. The smaller male jolted forward, attempting to meet up with your pace only to rake his nails helplessly against your back.

Kenma felt your lips clasping around his hardened nipple, Your warm and wet tongue swirling around the swollen bud. The blonde cried out in bliss, toes curling as he came without warning, an amused chuckle leaving your lips. “You’re so sensitive, Kenma. You came so easily.”

“S’Cause you’re too big…” Kenma laughed breathlessly, feeling the bulge in his stomach as you moved inside of him. A fond smile replaced your hot expression and soon enough, you were peppering kisses all over his sensitive body, a string of whimpers leaving Kenma’s mouth as he begged for more.

As much as Kenma enjoyed the hot afternoon in your embrace with your cock buried inside of him. He failed to notice the beeping sound of your camera once the two of you were done with your little session.

The next day seemed like a blur to the man. After you approached him, Showing the video you took with a shit-eating grin on your face, He instantly begged you not to show anyone-- Even getting on his knees to suck you off in the senior’s empty classroom. Your smile was different-- it wasn't genuine and soft just like the one you had flashed him yesterday-- your smile was wicked, condescending. And it only made his heart break much more, seeing how mean and ruthless you actually were. Your actions were undeniably fucked up however Kenma still couldn't bring himself to despise you, And he hated how much you still made his flutter even if you were hurting his feelings without a care in the world. 

“Kuroo can I tell you something?” Kenma asked timidly, asking the chemistry major, making him nod attentively. “Yeah go ahead man.” 

“You know Y/n L/n right..?” The blonde’s voice was slowly becoming softer and Kuroo only hummed, “Yeah the attractive senior what about him?” Kenma gulped before continuing, “I-I… we had sex and he b-black mailed me..” 

Kuroo scoffed, laughing loudly at the words that left Kenma’s mouth. “Y/n? Fucking someone like you? I'm sorry Ken but fantasies are waaay different than reality. Have the video games been getting to your head? He’s way too out of your league.” Kuroo shook his head, trying to stop himself from laughing more and Kenma sighed exasperatedly, trying not to cry. 

“You’re really not helping, Kuroo.” He murmured as the rooster head only raised his hands up in defense, “I'm just saying! He would more likely go for me you know,” The older male cooed teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows. “Well I have a class to catch, Ken! Let’s hang when you’re less busy and also, get lots of rest.”

Kenma sighed at the man’s words as he was left alone to ponder. If his best friend didn’t believe him then, no one would. However as much as the thought consumed him, He soon craved to have you touch him lewdly once more. He craved you, Confusing infatuation with love. Kenma wasn’t in love with you, No, He was obsessed with you. And to think that he would have such feelings for, you, out of all people, made his situation much more pitiful. 

Before the blonde could think of anything to make his situation less worse, He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, a text message that had been sent from you illuminating brightly on the screen.

Y/n-Senpai: Come over after class.

Although the text was simple and straightforward, Kenma couldn’t help but think about it for the rest of the day. Why did you want him to come over? Were you gonna delete the video? Several thoughts spiralled in his head but none of them seemed to answer any of his questions.

“Relax, Kenma, I’m not going to do anything.” You laughed heartily, making the blonde seated in front of you shuffle nervously. Your words were not exactly the most convincing, especially paired with the mischievous glint in your eyes. But he decided to keep shut, letting you speak first.

“Do you like me?” You spoke bluntly, And Kenma tensed at the question, hanging his head down low to avoid your gaze. You soon frowned at the action, grabbing the smaller male’s chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. “C’mon, Ken. Answer me.”

It was now or never. You were giving Kenma the chance to confess! He wouldn’t just throw this opportunity away, No! He was going to tell you how he felt right here, right now. “Y-Yes.” He mumbled embarrassedly, only to blush once he saw you smiling at him softly.

He was too innocent! You almost felt bad for playing with his precious little feelings, however, as much as you loved making the naive boy smile, You would much rather see him crying and wailing for you to reciprocate his feelings.

“Are you gonna say anything else…?” Kenma piqued anxiously, and you hummed in response, inching your face closer to his, “Do you want me to say anything?”. God-- How could he form a proper reply when your lips were merely inches away? The younger only nodded before you leaned in to kiss him. 

“I wanna fuck you.” Were the words that came out of your mouth. “I- Don’t think I want to-” 

Giving him no time to protest, you pinned him onto your couch, pressing your body closely against his as he let out a silent mewl. “Don’t be such a killjoy. I thought you liked me?”

Your change of personality only caused Kenma to sniffle, tears forming in his eyes as he clutched onto the couch’s fabric tightly.-- “I do but, I don’t want to--!”

He looked so pathetic! And it almost made you cum, seeing him look so pitiful and helpless. Your touch on his skin was hot-- Blazing and painful; It almost reminded Kenma of the hot tokyo afternoon he spent with you a few days ago, except this time, you were torturing him and taking advantage of how weak he was, especially when it came to you. 

You effectively shut the male up by spitting into his mouth, forcing him to swallow your saliva as your predatory gaze landed on his shivering body. “You don’t want to? Well then you’ll leave me no other choice but to force my cock inside of you, Kenma.”

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dark content #haikyuu x male reader #dark blog #dark haikyuu #hq smut #seme male reader #x male reader #kenma kozume #kenma x male reader #kenma kozume x male reader #kenma smut #dom male reader

[friendlystarfruit]

requested fan fiction Arataki Itto/Reader he forgets your birthday and has to make it up to you somehow!

This is fan fiction request. Itto forgets your birthday and has to find a way to make it up to you in a really cute way , then the two of you fuck xD It’s all fluff though up until he bounces you on his knee. If you just want smut go half way through to chapter 2 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36701056?view_full_work=true also you can give kudos xx)

For the anon who requested this please tell me what you thought =D

Your character I wrote as pretty adorable , she has cute little pointy dog ears and a bushy fox tail.

This was a request was for this character you role play as , I kind of developed her character over the other fanfics as being a little bit of a cry baby , I find her to be really cute but some people might want a more neutral or tougher personality type of reader x Itto , seeing the person who requested this fanfic liked her character, I was glad I could let her personality shine through it , I also really like how she brings out Itto's protective side it's cute and she makes him feel important , cus most people roll their eyes and don't take him seriously.

I always try to write humour into my fics, it at least made me laugh what I wrote but you should at least find it cute.

Smut is chapter 2.

Notes:

Sorry for any dyslexic errors !! Please be kind I do my best (= If you spot anything that makes the text hard to read let me know and I'll correct it. Sometimes spelling errors, grammar errors or missing words are missed by me when I edit.

Chapter 1

You where super excited today was your birthday , you had asked Itto to hang out with you today for a picnic , Itto said he’d like to be the one to prepare the meal you thought this meant he’d have a surprise for you.

You had the day off work, you’d already had a small party with family and friends and it was evening , the sun would be setting it would be so romantic!!!!!!

You beamed thinking of all the things Itto would have in store for you , “I bet we’ll play together then he’ll surprise me with a big over the top gift!!!!!!!”

“Or maybe he’ll beat box to me like he did for the traveller” your heart was swollen with excitement you where skipping about , humming and sighing romantically as he waited for him in the spot he’d agree to me.

You leaned against a while with a big smile on your face as Itto swaggered up to you “Hey, hey my lil lady aren’t you just a ray of sunshine? Ya happy to see your boi Itto” He radiated flashing his fangs.

You giggled and he smirked at your excitement to see him , never got bored of his cute little pet fan girling over him , he even posed combing his hair.

“alright lets get this picnic started , I think I out did myself this time but hey you deserve it“ he grinned “check it out “ he purred showing all the food he packed

“And lookie HERE , see what your master Oni Itto did for yea ? look how I painted this cupcake for you”

You looked at the cupcake seeing a tiny icing drawn picture of what appeared to be a not very well drawn super buff man with long hair” (him)

“That’s right baby , I drew you, your’s truly on your cupcake, I mean it’s hard to get icing to truly capture my charm but hey I think I did a pretty good job, I should have baked a whole batch but was low and flour but seeing I’m the generous guy I am I made sure to get my lil pet a treat”

“I wonder if he drew himself on my cake too” You glowed a big smile on your face light irradiating from your eyes , tail wagging so happy and excited.

Itto caught sight of this and puffed out his chest flicking his hair proud of himself. “Impressed by my culinary brilliance eh baby ? go a head have a bite now”

You hummed to yourself all happy and bit into the cupcake suddenly you froze you went pale “What the hell is this shit “ you thought to yourself.

Itto was staring at you waiting for your approval

“huh?” he starred with his mouth open a little worried at your expression. (basically the same expression he made when his beetle was loosing the fight in game)

“It’s so good” you faked (it tasted like he had forgotten to put sugar in it or some weird ingredient instead of sugar)

He smiled “gooooooooooooooooood was a lil worried for a sec when I saw your face, I won’t lie , but of course it’s good ,this is Arataki Itto we’re talking about anything I make is gonna be good baby”

“mmhm” You lie forcing yourself to swallow it.

“can I have a taste?”

“uhhhhhhhhhh” You stuff the whole cupcake in your mouth “opps all done”

“HEY “ he scowls

You didn’t want him to find out this cupcake was utter shit , after all how sweet it was for him to bake it for you ? Maybe he had used the rest of the flour on your birthday cake.

“it was just so good I couldn’t help myself” you muffle as you force yourself to eat another bite on front of him.

“hmmmmmm ok “ He pets your head “come on lets get going, I picked us out the BEST spot on the hill for our picnic “

He swaggers forward and you spit out the cupcake, he looks back and you awkwardly smile at him "heh heh" He was too dumb to read your guilty forced smile.

“don’t fall behind kiddo , let’s get going”

You run up beside him “A special spot “ you think to yourself you imagine candles , candy him gazing into your eye telling you happy birthday and all your friends jumping out of the bushes for your surprise party”

your tail wags uncontrollably and Itto catches this “Hey lil one , you thinking of me?” he chuckles.

“YES” you squeak excited your heart pounding as you get closer to the hill you grab on to him and beam up to him and he pulls you close affectionately smirking at your clinginess “can’t enough of the supreme “ he mutters to himself.

Finally , you where here and…………..you saw people playing chess and suddenly Itto moans “oh darn it that was gonna be our spot, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh c’mon I’ll find another good spot maybe even better no it has to be better! “

I guess there was no surprise party then you thought to yourself.

He pulls you everywhere searching for the right spot “too shaded” , “hey if we eat here you’ll get distracted by the fish I need all the attention of you on meeee”

- you where getting tired he was determined to get the perfect spot, it had to be a better spot than the first spot he picked the new spot couldn’t be second best not for Itto this was sweet but kind of exhausting you wanted to spend a romantic day to him but instead you where picnic spot rating with him.

You sighed watching the sunset and you follow Itto like his loyal pet.

You pull on Itto “Come on Itto lets sit here "

Itto grumbled there's a flock of birds on that tree , you'll only get distracted!!!!!!

You secretly rolled your eyes (He was jealous of you looking at birds instead of him)

" I promise, Itto I won't get distracted by the birds they'll be falling a sleep soon and leaving look at the sun set, it’ll be perfect as long as we’re together”

“Lets try up this hill”

“Ahh he smiles this is a great spot”

You sigh finally “There where lots of great spots”

“uh yeah but this spot is better than the chess players spot that is what is important” he smirked childishly.

You rolled your eyes and sat down , any time you roll your eyes at him you try not to let him catch you, you know how big his ego is.

Suddenly a group of men approached “yo this is our spot Oni boi”

“HAH Oni boi? I am an Oni are you sure you want to mess with one, I’m pride of Oni Itto”

“SHIT’ You scuffed not another competition, you knew he had an ego you knew he’d turn everything into a stupid duel but it was your birthday…

“Oni scum, think you can get yourself a little fox girl instead of sticking your own kind” The guy taunts.

“Eh excuse me” Itto huffs “OH it’s on , you guys against me NOW but hey I’ll be sure to hand you some autograph’s after I wipe the floor with you guys ”

You come up to Itto and pull on him “Itto lets it go what about our date”

“shhhhhh I’ll be done in a sec ok?”

“but Itto”

“Itto please we will miss the sunset” you pine to him like a helpless puppy you look over at the sun setting shaking him harder.

“ENOUGH , there will be plenty of sunsets “

“b-but this one is special “

“SHH stop whinnying alright ?this is important , go sit over there and enjoy the show” he pointed and you lumbered to the spot.

He signalled to you

You titled his head!!

“cheer me on !!!!!! While I fight” he shouted.

He sauntered over to the men “I can take down all three of you ,it is show time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You make up the spot for the picnic while the men all fight, Itto will win he’s an oni and these punks didn’t seem so tough. They where picking a fight with him because of his race, you knew standing up for himself was important but why hadn’t he been a little bit more understanding, he hadn’t even mentioned your birthday and the chance of “I pretended to forget your birthday” felt unlikely

“Go Itto “your forced yourself but a little tear shed down your cheek and you wiped it away composing yourself “Itto is the –“

Itto looks over “You ok babe ?”

You nod at him and pretend to smile and he gets back to kicking ass.

After he’d finishing kicking ass the block headed man returned.

“So my lil lady your cheering seemed a little , well sucky what’s up huh?” He smiled at you reassuringly ruffling your hair.

“catch that action? , see all my moves I didn’t go too hard on them just hard enough “

“Oh” you sigh

Itto looks at you concerned “, what’s got your fur all ruffled eh? Usually you are all full of praise so what’s up , my little cheer leader got a stomach ache?”

“It’s, it’s nothing- hey Itto “

“Yaaaaaa sure ? well ok then”

“Do you have other plans for today”

He sat down poking enthusiastically through the picnic basket. “mm lots of sweets” he grins “ and well, yeah ,sure , maybe me and the gang will go out do some stuff ya know? , I always make time for mah homies , and I might play hide and seek with the local kids or something, well maybe it'll be too dark to do that , but I'll find something hadn’t really properly planned anything ya know? ”

“You hadn’t planned anything?”

“ehhhh not that I recall”

“but what about this”

“Ehhh didn’t you plan this ? I guess I planned to come though so ” He grinned “hey sunshine you trying to get some dick” he bellows in laughter.

You blush and turn your head “not right now , d- do you do remember what day is today”

“uh-uh yeah “ he chuckles stuffing his face with candy “mmm so good”

“Yeaaa?”

“It’s another special day made by yours truly, I swear this candy is so good , you think my horns would look good in the color of this candy stic---” He looks over to see the tears welling in your eyes “uhh I was just kidding , I won’t change my horns to this candy color”

You run away crying, Itto is filled with alarm “Hey I’m keeping my horns red!!! Come back, look I’ve got candy , cmere!!!!!”

He catches up to you and runs on front of you “Hey look I didn’t know candy horns upset you so much , did you choke on a candy stick as a kid?“

“It’s not that”

“Well ya are crying after I said –“

“It’s what you didn’t say” you whimpered and cuddled your tail.

“I know you’re a cry baby but come on like what did you want some candy, you think I wasn’t gonna share? I was calling out to give yeh some maybe you just didn't hear me !!” (He’s this dumb)

“no , you forgot something important “

“uhhhhhhh”

“Today is my birthday” you sighed with your ears dropped

Itto froze in horror “It’s your , your, what?” he gulped “oh no” he thought.

“You remembered the traveler's birthday but forgot your own girlfriends”you sniffle.

You run away and Itto stands there feeling annoyed at himself..

“Ah dang it” he growls and kicks a pebble in frustration the pebble flies in your direction and hits you on the back of the head and you fall.

"Uhhh double dang it, babe you ok “ He races over and helps you up

“ You rub the back of your head " I just need to be alone”

“You know I’ll out run you , I’m not letting you get away”

You run anyway , Itto runs anyway but trips ,"Dammit" he had got his shorts caught on a thorny bush that he had fallen beside.

“ “how to I fix this?”he sighs.

He frees him self from the thorn and picks himself up but you were now long gone.

He sighs sadly , then clenches his fists "I'll find her " He sees it's getting dark and is feeling worried , if you go too far while it's getting dark you could bump into some bad guys, he had to make sure to protect you and cheer you up. That was his mission !!

He would not back down!!

Chapter 2

: Happy Birthday Summary:

Itto thinks of a really adorable way to make up for forgetting your birthday then of course you and him fuck , you two dogs ;)

You sat behind a fallen log and cried “I’m I not good enough for him, why would he forget my birthday but remember the travellers “ (your character is such an over emotional pup and being important to Itto means everything to her)

It was getting dark and Itto began to rain you where cold and wet but you just froze in your little spot.

Itto was looking everywhere for you , he was starting to get worried he even had his gang look for you too he even had his bull looking for you.

You had your head buried in you hands crying and then you heard a little noise , a little moo, a plump little bull came up to you and licked your fingers you picked up the bull and held him tight.

Itto walked over “There you are, ya had me worried ! It’s getting dark and it’s my job to protect ya! I knew my boi Ushi would find ya and I knew you couldn’t resist petting him , was I right?” chuckled

You let Ushi go and he moos .

“I like his dance”

Itto scotches in closer “ya ?I like your smile”

You sniffle

“c’mere cry baby come sit on my lap”

You get on his lap and he holds you close “I’m sorry I forget your birthday , but you know I love you right?”

You nod a little “I guess”

“What do ya mean “I guess” ? I love yer guts silly ,so don’t insult me with that "I guess" , me and the gang have been just so busy, it must of slipped my mind ? “

“ are you bored of me?”

“bored of you? nah how could I ever get bored of you?!!!!!!! I love you , we have fun together don’t we?

“yea”

“play all sorts of games , eat good food

"We do " you sigh.

"remember how I let you ride me and steer me by my horns it turned out it was fun lil embarrassing, but fun !! and don’t I let you carry around my warrior beetles even though I think you baby them too and that is why they keep losing and how much do I let you play with Ushi, you two dance together and you fed him apples “ (Your character is a sucker for animals)

You nod.

“I don't just do those things with anyone , no sir " he smiles then his smile broke and he was a little more serious " and I look out for ya don’t I?”

“Yea”

“C MERE” he holds you tight and kisses the back of your head, then he strokes your head “I love petting these ears “ he grins your lil tail starts to wag “Atta girl” he purrs “You know I love you”

“Y-yea sometimes I just worry”

Itto rolls his eyes , it’s something he can’t understand when it comes to you, your egos you’re his opposite , he’d be loud and egotistical and your quite and self-conscious, he is brash and angry and your are gentle and sweet, his blood boils over the tiniest things, you are more “Just let it go “ type of person he never lets that anger go which often is to do with his ego. You are two are familiar in many ways but so different in others the person you are though makes him want to protect you and make you smile.

“I’m always here to protect you , my lil pet “ Itto coos to you.

You cling to him helplessly “I love you Itto”

He smiles at the little helpless fluff holding him tight , a frown appears on his face and his eyebrows furrow , he has to do more.

“Hey I have an idea do you have your notepad you take orders with in your bag”.

You nod at him.

“give it here “ He smirks “and the pencil too.”

You hand it over and he starts writing you lean over “no peaking missy” you turn away and wait patiently.

After a while of him writing and erasing and rewriting !!!!!!!!!” HE clears his throat. Heh-hum

“Your birthday letter from the best boyfriend ever. Dear my cute little pet, my little ray of sunshine , today is your birthday, a very special day , the day Itto’s lil ,solemate, his lil cheerleader came into this world. I forgot your birthday and I’m sorry , it really makes me feel bad , but you know what I never forget? I didn’t forget how fuzzy and warm you make me feel, your kindness how I want you all to myself all those things I remember all the time" he stops and winks at you " and I respect and love how sweet you are to everyone you are a crybaby and a clutzz but you are cute a button , you’re not the toughest and I’m always rescuing you and protecting you. You make me feel important , cus sometimes people don’’t take me seriously they roll their eyes at me, some people shun me based on my race and too many of my friends don’t rely on me enough but you always make me feel needed and appreciated . WE are pretty different but we’re the same when it comes to what matters, having fun and wanting to have a better tomorrow for those around us, annnd you rarely annoy me , you don’t nag at me , you let me do things my way and ok maybe ,I get into trouble but you know I’m the leader and I like that. You are a ray of sunshine to me , you make me feel like a new man, I can’t imagine my life without you in my arms , Im a strive to keep smiling but if I was to ever to lose you, ugh the thought even haunts me me “ uh-hum you spot a little tear in his eye.

“Itto are you crying?”

“what no, no " he blushed and turns his head “uh where was I - em , let me keep reading: if you ever left me it would turn your boi Itto ,the beaming sun into a cloudy sky, and come on what would the world be without my smile? so never leave me, keep by my side and know that I love you more than anything , happy birthday and thanx for making it feel like it’s my birthday everyday ”

You of course you cry and hold him tight

He pats your back “sooooooooo does that mean you like it”

“Of course I do”

He playfully rolls his eyes and pets you on the head “

He leans down to kiss you , his enthusiastic lips against yours feels amazing, he makes the kiss passionate and fiery full.

You break off his lips and peer into his crimson sexual eyes.

“I have another birthday present for ya“

“huh” you look up at him and he bounces his knee ,so you to feel the vibrations.

You gasp a little and he smiles at your helplessness .

He signals to his crouch with his eyes.

you blush “Itto I”

“Ugh damn the rain had messed up my hair , hold on a sec” he combs his mane.

“now where were we” he smirks ,he runs his hands over you’re your skirt , and he nibbles your neck and breaths on you then he nips you a little with his fangs”

You sigh a little feeling a little nervous “ I- itto we’re outdoors” your voice trembling only arouses him more.

“aww don’t worry , look I’ll put Ushi on guard duty , oi lil guy you're our look out ok?”

“moo” the chubby bull sees him point at something and walks to where he pointed. “Atta boy” the bull walks forward with a few gentle moos under his breath, and he was dancing as he walked (REALLY CUTE)

“Don’t let his size full you, you've seen him fight right? , he’s almost as tough as yours truly and besides I don’t want that innocent little bull to see what I was gonna do to you” he chuckles

You look at him bewildered “does his bull even understand him? , maybe he’s just being dumb and believes that. I mean, clearly Ushi knew to go to where Itto pointed but knowing that bull, he’d probably just stand somewhere and dance, even in battle all he did was dance , throwing him in to battle was his attack then he’d just jam so it’s not the best security unless somebody stops overcome by the lil bull’s cuteness” you thought to yourself.

Itto licks your face and smiles at you.

You bite your lip nervously and Itto licks his lips.

“I don’t know Itto I , I think--- “ you pull away and he pulls you right back

“now , now ,now my little pet where ya think yer going eh?, you don’t wanna miss out on all the fun do ya?”

“I-“

“sit yourself back down and let master Itto work his magic” he brags.

Itto runs his hands up your skirt “Itto “ you gasp

He purrs on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

He works your clit with his hand and you melt “Oh Itto”

“Say my whole name “ he purrs”

“Arataki Itto “ you purr as the pleasure engulfs you.

his voice vibrates against your neck and your pussy is pooled with wetness, he can feel it against his fingers , he removes his hand and licks your juices “You taste so good” he growls licking his finger seductively , he watches you staring with your mouth open a little drool dribbling down your chin “Heh my pet, hungry for me ? it’s show time he whispers in your eye, Itto could be such a master at seduction when it came to you, the man could be a doofus at times but when it came to seducing his little pet he knew exactly how to tickle her between her legs and have her in sexual awe of him. (Honestly the man is a badass in battle so he's a badass in bed too ;) )

Itto grabs your tits and you gasp, he takes off your top and massages your full tits in his hands “Such lovely and plump tits” he bites his lip as his cocks roars with arousal twitching in his pants , he paws at it too sooth it’s ache over his shorts, rubbing his fingers up the indent and rubbing his thumb on the tip while his other hand squeezed one of your tits, you run your hand down to massage your clit and Itto smiles , you can fell his super hard throbbing cock against you , you can’t hold back the arousal sensations tickling between your legs , you moan a sigh of relief with your hand pushing the folds of your pussy against your clit

“Itto you have such power over me”

Precum leaked though his shorts listening to you praise him “I’ve never met a man more handsome, even your horns they make you look strong and bad ass” you whimpered a little as he stroked him over his pants, his cock painfully strained against his clothing begging to get proper attention , rubbing it gently with his fingers helped ease the tension but he needed more.

He pushes you to the ground and mounts you ,he looks at your vulnerable blushing face and smiles as he unbuckles himself you began to help him “Excited aren’t we” he chuckles

“I can’t help it Itto the things you do to me are –“

Itto drinks in the compliment , he can almost feel his cock thud hearing those words.

“There is something I wanna try he purrs” he takes off your top and works his way up to your breasts now straddling your chest , I want you to rub me off with your tits babe”

You nod and push your tits as tight as you can against his cock and rub them up and down “uhhh my pet good girl” he purrs , you reach up and such the tip of his dick while you tit fuck him “Ugh atta girl” he purrs in pleasure.

You can taste the preum on your lips , Oni cum tastes like earthy salty caramel , it’s very sweet so you lap up every oozing reward , you tickle your tongue on the tip of his cock teasing him a little , and he groans “get to work my pet give your boi the full course” then you massage your whole mouth on his dick , he can feel your lips massaging the sweet spot while his shaft is met with the soft pillowy tits that give his dick soft friction . “aw yea” He responds as you suck him, you kiss and massage your lips on his cock then take the whole head in your mouth , using your lips to stimulate every needy nerve on the head of his mushroom headed cock.

He buckles a little at the pleasure.

“master I need some attention too please “ you whine

he pulls off you lowering his cock to your sweet little entrance “Well since you asks so nicely” he chuckled and pushes his cock into you and fucks you , you stimulate your clit while he is on top of you , you feel his hot cock inside you and he feels the warm tight, spongy wet cave of your little pussy.

“Such a good girl for your master” he purrs

“Oh Itto thank you”

He thrusts deeper , panting on top of you, he cups your face and faces you to him “Good girl” he pants

“Oh master Itto , you are the undefeated champion of fucking”

The more praise you gave him the better he got off, the friction of your tight pussy pampered the nerves of his cock , pleasure in all the right places.

“master let me suck you off properly “

“HE smiles say please”

“Please”

He forces himself out of you and stands above you, you get on your knees, wagging your tail in excitement , he grins flashing his sharp fangs down at you, a mighty man towering over you with those red horns , you blush and look up “master you are so beautiful”

“ of course I am now take my cock”

“Yes master " you oblige , you rub your hands up his cock and suck , you drool onto his dick and smile at him , he shutters almost loosing his cool as your big dilated sexual eyes caught him causing his heart to fall and then his chest to tighten.

You tease the pulsating head with his tongue and he gets flustered by you gently nibble his cock and locking eyes with him then you purr against his cock sending warm humid vibrations on to it, he nearly faints "Don't tease" he growls you obey him but secretly you enjoy teasing Itto his desperate arousal is a big turn on .

Then you squeeze your lips and start working his cock up and down your lips while you also jacked him off with one hand , you took your other hand and started touching yourself.

Itto arched his back “Fuck that feels good” he roared.

You concentrated on the throbs in your mouth, Itto's heavy panting , how good he was feeling because of you , he petted you “such a good fucking girl” he says he starts push your head harder and fuck your mouth , at this point you can feel yourself cumming , all with one hand rubbing yourself the other on his cock , while sucking him off, it is having an effect on you , you are really getting you off, you break of his cock for one second with a trail of drool connecting your mouth to the tip of his cock “master “Itto I’m cumming”

“UGH FUCk YES” Itto groaned he was so worried he’d cum too soon , he was just so aroused , getting off ,so well , it would have been forced to edge himself and that was a nightmare for such a horny beast.

Your pussy contracted and your moans where pathetic and needy , they where muffled by Itto’s cock , both your hearts where racing , Itto felt you suck him off harder, your plump lips closing tighter against him and his cock , exciting him greatly it was like sucking you off was pleasuring you at the same time, but it was even if it was your hand on your needy pussy it was his pleasure that was getting you off , it was his pleasure that resulted in you cumming for him.

Tears streamed down your face you broke off his cock while vigorously rubbed him with one of your hands “master Itto , you are what dreams are made of “

“UGH FUCK YES MY PET “ he roared he as you mouthed his cock again , he buckled into you “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL, MY GOOD PET” Itto screeched helplessly as he shot his load down your throat then the second pump of cum he took his cock from your mouth and he aimed for your tits , both of you panted satisfied , you tits painted in cum , you licked your lips and wagged your tail beaming up at him , he gasped for one second overcome the happiness cutest pair of eyes he’d ever seen ,

He smiled panting and petted your head “that’s my girl” he breathed heavily.

The moment was broken however “Hey Ushi , you looking for the bosses girl too?”

It was one of his gang, both of your hearts sank as you both scrambled getting dressed.

You where barley dressed , Itto had now got his shorts back on and stood protectively on front of you , when one of his gang appeared and saw the cute little twitching ear hiding behind Itto and a clearly half dressed girl still visible girl the gap of Itto’s legs , he smiled “So you too made up”

Itto pouted “hey ya better wipe that smirk off your face and look the other way , she an't dressed“

“Sorry boss” he walked away trying to hold back his laughter.

Itto sighed “I hope he didn’t see too much , your mine “ he pouted he turned around looking down at you powerful and hungry while you finished getting dressed he smirked and you gasped looking up this mighty intimating man.

He picked you up cradling you in his arms “I’ll take you home, babe you must be tired “ he winked at you and chuckled.

It was true you actually fell asleep in his arms , you where so cute too , he blushed at the sight off your ears twitching and you murmuring “Itto” in your sleep, it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside and he was overcome with pride that you where dreaming about him.

Once he took was a the door he gently sat you down so not to wake you and looked at the spot you had recently told him there was a hidden key, he unlocked the door and picked up and put you in bed.

Your little breath as you slept was so cute, he stroked your forehead and smiled. Then he walked away looking back “Happy birthday baby’

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[coraskeeper]

⇢ 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 (𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲) 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵

↳𝗳𝘁: 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹, 𝗸𝗶𝗱, 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿, 𝗴𝗻! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

↳𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵??, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

↳𝘄𝗰: 𝟭.𝟱𝗸

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

soul doesn’t even remember why he invited you over, he just made up some lame excuse to be close to you and- you fell for it. so uncool. he’s playing a video game on his bed next to you as you swipe through tiktok, coming across an odd video. the boy paid you little attention only glancing over at you maybe once or twice every few minutes. his ruby orbs full of confusion as you stuffed your finger inside of your mouth rubbing along your teeth, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

he just turns a blind eye to your antics at first, chalking it up to just one of those weird you things. 

he ignores you up until he feels you frantically crawl across the bed until you're leaning onto his shoulder, urging him to pause his game because what you had to do was way too important to wait.

“ you wanna do what? “

“ wanna touch your teeth, just this once “

he wants to say no but the way you're staring up at him with your bottom lip jutted out is just too much and he rolls his eyes before giving in to your whines.

it catches him off guard when you sit up and swing a thigh over his lap while tilting his head back to get a better view of his mouth.

his view of you on top of him was all too real, too heavenly and he was starting to lose him resolve quickly. your painted fingernail traced his bottom lip before prodding his mouth and glazing your finger across his sharp teeth.

his heart was in his ass and his pale skin felt like it was melting with how intimate this position was, accidentally letting out a deep groan when you squeezed his jaw to gain more access to the inside of his mouth.

“ your teeth are so pretty, soul “ you mumbled to him, an innocent smile gracing your pretty brown skin, “ so cool “.

you pulled your finger back from his mouth, a string of his saliva sticking to it before you shifted your position a little, souls hand flying to your waist to keep your hips in midair.

he knew you were about to make yourself right at home in his lap but he was so painfully hard that if you were to squat down just a little, you’d feel it.

though he was rather cool, he was about to lose his mind and he wanted out of whatever weird situation you’d put him in, “ are you done now? “

you pout, “ boo, you’re no fun soul “

you climb off of him and head to the bathroom to wash your hands, him frantically trying to readjust his hard on and hide it from you before you got back.

seriously, i'm not some teenage boy anymore yet i'm sitting here popping boners at the stupidest crap.. so uncool.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝

he wasn’t even sure how he found himself in such a childish predicament.

you standing over him, all pretty and symmetrical, in an apron, worried eyes focused on his mouth as one of your hands were on the nape of his neck and the other hand two fingers pressing down lightly on his tongue.

then there was him, sweat starting to form under his bangs and heat creeping up his neck and ears, hands thrown haphazardly across his lap as he sat in the kitchen chair, hard.

you had decided to cook for him, liz, and patty today to thank them for saving your ass on a mission a few days ago.

kid had been crushing on you for quite some time, falling in love with how unique you were instantly. you were good at almost anything you put your mind to and he admired that about you.

so, as one does- he finds any little excuse to be in your presence.

patty and liz sat comfortably in their living room while kid offered to help you in the kitchen as you looked for him, it was very ungentlemanly of him to not help a lady in need.

while you were turned around cutting some vegetables for the salad, kid watched over your soup for you as you instructed.

when you asked him to taste it for you to make sure it had enough seasoning, you hadn’t thought he’d shove the whole spoon into his mouth without blowing first.

kid couldn’t even register what happened after he dropped the metal spoon against the floor, after letting out a loud pained gasp holding his mouth, he blinked and you were standing between his legs as he sat in a chair from his dining room table.

your face contorted in worry as you eye his tongue and bottom lip again, “ damn kid, i know you’re a shinigami and everything but you’ve gotta be careful “

he simply nodded, watching as you puckered your soft brown lips to blow on his bottom lip a little, it sent a shiver right up his spine and right back down to his nether regions.

he wants to just lean up and take your lips right now, take you right in the middle of the kitchen but- he must digress.

the last thing he’d want to do is turn the situation into something it wasn’t and make you uncomfortable, and there was no way your first kiss with him would be in his kitchen with your fingers shoved in his mouth. 

your soft fingers pushing down against him tongue a little, “ does this hurt? “, you look him in the eyes and his knees go weak.

he felt like a pervert, his mind giving him way more compromising images of you with your fingers roaming his mouth.

“ nuh uh “

your fingers coated in his spit as he turns even more red if possible, your thumb catching his bottom lip and he almost moans, “ how about here? “

“ im okay, thank you “

you give him a once over before leaving back with a sigh and heading over to the sink to wash your hands, “ be more careful “

“ i-i apologize “, though he’s lying right through his teeth.

he knows it’s wrong and he feels so dirty being strained against his slacks and boxers like this. kid doesn’t feel a bit sorry, contrary to his apology.

instead, he’s now contemplating how he should hurt himself next.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

if there was one thing black star loved to do with you, it was train.

you were an amazing fighter and he was honored to spar with you. over the course of the few years he’d known you, he’d fallen for you and your subtle charms. 

he loved when those pretty glowing orbs of yours whenever you stared at him with such determination as sweat dripped off your body.

you happened to be a little more aggressive today than usual, coming at him with more force than you should’ve but the great black star could handle it, right?

for a moment he let his guard down, eyes dragging over your worn out body, tanned skin glistening under the harsh beams of the sun.

thwack!

your foot connecting with his jaw sending him flying back onto the ground holding his hands over his mouth, your frantic screaming filling his ears.

“ oh my god, black star im sorry, are you- OH GOD YOU'RE BLEEDING! “, he stared up at you blankly as you tugged his upper half towards you kneeling over his lap.

he hadn’t even felt the pain to be honest and a little blood never hurt him, but having you over him in such a compromising position had him stuck. his piercing blue eyes trained over your sweaty face.

one of your arm’s slung across his shoulders, “ open, let me see “

he hadn’t even noticed you grab a stray water bottle to rinse your hands before you stuck two of your fingers in his mouth, examining his swollen tongue. his stomach churning and his face turning red.

“ im sorry, i shouldn't have kicked you so hard “, your voice is soft and soothing, but he didn’t even hear you.

shifting to get a better view of the inside of his mouth, he could say he was containing himself pretty well until you connected your hips to his lower stomach and this became too much for him to handle.

the stimulation was more than what he agreed to when he let you claim your spot over his thighs with your small fingers caressing his tongue.

his hands flying up to grip your hips with a groan, one you thought was because of the pain you caused him from the kick, when in reality- it was because he popped a stiff in his sweats.

his hard on standing at attention right under you, he was so tempted to just slide your hips down right over him, have you take responsibility for your actions.

“ you didn’t swallow any blood did you? “, looking down at his now half lidded eyes with worry, him giving you an airy groan against your fingers in response.

pulling you hand back from his mouth, your thumb softly swiping across his bottom lip to collect some of the blood and drool left.

your hips grinding against him in a sensual way as you looked at the bruise left on his chin, this was so dirty but he was loving every bit of it. almost cumming in his pants like a 13 year old boy.

“ maybe i should take you to the nurse? “, you unattached yourself from him grabbing his empty water bottle off the ground walking ahead.

he sat there dejected in a cold sweat, what the literal fuck .

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[pillage-and-lute]

@thequeeninyellowlace requested “ Geraskier discovering that angry, testy Lambert is actually a big kitten? ❤️❤️”

Warning: some derogatory language, especially anti-sex work slang (although all the witchers are canonically pro-sex work)

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“I can’t believe you brought your bard to the keep,” Lambert groused. It was the same complaint he’d had all week, ever since Geralt arrived with Jaskier in tow.

“He’s my bard, this is my home,” Geralt said. “I wanted to bring him here.”

Lamberts stood, slamming his mug on the dinner table and glaring at Jaskier. “You wanted a whore to warm your bed in the winter.”

“No,” Jaskier said calmly, turning over a page in the book he’d borrowed from the keep’s library. “Geralt wanted a slut to keep his bed warm in the winter. That’s me.”

“I don’t see a difference,” Lambert growled.

“Lambert c’mon,” Eskel groaned. “This is getting old.”

“The difference,” Jaskier said, speaking over the scarred wolf but not looking up from his book. “Is that I love Geralt very much and I fuck him for free.”

Lambert stormed out, presumably to go throw things about in the armory. Geralt pressed a kiss into Jaskier’s hair.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “He’s not good with change.”

“It’s okay, dear heart, I’m sure he’ll warm up to me.”

Eskel stood and began clearing the dinner dishes. “Good luck with that,” he said.

Vesemir smiled across at Geralt and Jaskier, who were sitting so closely entwined. It was good to see his reclusive pup happy, and he had an idea what had gotten under Lambert’s skin. Before he retired to the library, Vesemir paused, resting a hand on Jaskier’s shoulder. 

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Jaskier smiled in return.

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Some days later the younger wolves were relaxing in the hot springs after training. Vesemir had well and truly put them through their paces and their muscles needed a good, long soak. 

Jaskier appeared, looking almost as beat as they felt. He’d been tending the handful of sheep and two goats that Vesemir kept, mending their fence today. In the cold, with the animals butting in and distrustful, it was hard, slow work. He slid in beside Geralt with a sigh.

Lambert huffed, but, exhausted, wasn’t about to leave the hot springs. Eskel eyed him in amusement.

Geralt, to the shock of everyone but himself and Jaskier, curled himself in and rested his head on Jaskier’s shoulder. Jaskier didn’t even blink and instead reached around and began stroking Geralt’s back and shoulders soothingly. This continued for a few minutes, the other wolves watching a little dumbly. Then Geralt pressed a light kiss to Jaskier’s collar bone and turned around on the ledge, resting his arms out of the bath. Jaskier took this in his stride too and began firmly kneading out the knots between Geralt’s shoulder blades. 

Lambert saw the difference now. Jaskier wasn’t a whore, because even the best paid ones wouldn’t touch so...reverently. They didn’t gentle the tension out of scarred skin and pull the knots from muscles. He shot a glance at Eskel, who was watching with the same half envy half hunger that he felt.

Then Jaskier just got up and walked over to a basket settled next to the wall. He and Geralt had brought that too, it had soaps and oils in it. Jaskier hesitated for a moment, then he picked up the whole basket and brought it to the edge of the hot spring. 

He settled back in, seemingly unaware of the eyes on him, and handed Geralt a bar of soap. It was the usual pale yellow-white color for soap, but Vesemir made all his soap in a big vat and it smelled to high heaven and cleaned by taking a layer of skin off every time it was used. This stuff smelled nice.

“Chamomile,” Eskel said, sniffing. “And bergamot?” 

“Very good,” Jaskier said. “It’s Geralt’s favorite.”

Geralt having a favorite soap was news to his brothers, but they didn’t comment. Jaskier poured a little oil into his hands, but it was mixed with soap or something, because he rubbed it into a bit of a lather and began to work it through Geralt’s hair. 

Geralt reacted like a pampered housecat, arching back into the touch and humming as Jaskier worked. The bard seemed to be doing something of a scalp massage while cleaning and the wolves heard a rumble start up in Geralt’s chest.

It wasn’t purring, not exactly. But all witchers could do it, only when they were truly relaxed of course. It was a whole chest rumble that always seemed to soak into their bones. Lambert scowled. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d purred.

Eventually, with Geralt boneless against the side of the pool, Jaskier finished, rinsing the suds from snow white hair and kissing the back of Geralt’s head.

“Alright,” Jaskier said, pulling two more bars of soap from his basket. “Pick one, each of you.”

“What?” Lambert said. 

“I brought five types of soap, Geralt told me about what you all have up here. So I brought his and mine, and one for each of you. Vesemir already picked his.”

“Did he?” Geralt asked.

“Yes dear heart, he gave me the tour the other day, picked that fig and goat’s milk one I brought”

“Hmmm,” Geralt replied, seemingly fast asleep.

Obediently, and somewhat hypnotized, Eskel and Lambert leaned forward to sniff each soap bar. 

The first made Eskel’s nose crinkle, and he quickly moved on to the second one, but Lambert lingered. The first one was nice. 

It was slightly green, which was weird, but it was nice.

They each picked the one they wanted and Jaskier smiled. “Excellent,” he said. “Now let me wash your hair.”

“Geralt,” Lambert said, immediately on edge. “Your bard is trying to fuck us.”

“My bard,” the white wolf answered drowsily, “Is trying to help you. Be nice.”

“You first,” Lambert muttered to Eskel. Eskel just shrugged and let Jaskier work on his back, settling in to a very similar position to the one Geralt had taken. He let out a few grunts as the bard worked skilled fingers into the cords of muscle on either side of his spine, but they certainly didn’t sound pained. Eskel even chatted quietly with Geralt as Jaskier worked. Then, obediently, he let Jaskier wash his hair.

“The soap you picked is oat and lavender,” the bard said. “So I have lavender oil for your hair, but tell me if it’s too strong, we can use something else.”

Eskel sniffed as Jaskier poured some of the faintly purple liquid into his palm. “Smells fine,” he said. Jaskier smiled, humming faintly as he worked it into Eskel’s hair, commenting a few times on how well kept it was. 

“Geralt always let’s his turn into a rat’s nest whenever I’m away.”

That made Eskel and Lambert raise their eyebrows. Geralt had always been meticulous about his hair, more so than was practical for a witcher. Eyebrows raised further when he blushed slightly and avoided their gaze.

The scalp massage continued and, to Lambert’s complete surprise, Eskel began to purr quietly. Jaskier smiled, but not mockingly or cruelly, and continued his work.

Eventually Jaskier finished with Eskel’s hair and then looked towards Lambert questioningly. “I don’t have to wash your hair if you’d rather I didn’t,” he said. “But I like doing it, and I think you’d like it too.”

“Let him, Lamb,” Geralt grunted before Lambert could say anything. 

“I was going to,” he grumbled as he turned around. 

The first press of hands into his back nearly burned. 

Money was scarce on the Path, even with Toss a Coin playing in every tavern. This year had been harsh on many of the villages Lambert passed through too, and they paid him what they could. 

Sometimes he was in the business of returning most or all of the payment, if things were bad.

All that to say, there had been no prostitutes, or bed mates of any kind, all year. Maybe one or two the year before that. Apart from his brothers, who he sparred with and got drunk with, almost no one touched him.

Jaskier touched him like being afraid of him was a foreign concept. Calloused fingers found every knot and point of tension and worked them out. Lambert felt like dough under a rolling pin.

“Where did you learn this?” he wondered aloud. “And why?”

Jaskier chuckled, digging his fingers into Lambert’s neck as he did so in a way that should have set off alarm bells but instead just sent electricity down his spine. “See,” Jaskier said. “I spent my time at university working for a bathhouse to make extra money-well, it was mostly a brothel but it offered baths. I just warmed up towels and sliced soap.”

“Mmmhm,” Lambert said, feeling his mind numb under the onslaught of touch.

“And one of the older women there, Rosie, lovely lady, taught me to make soap and find the right ones. Also taught me about massage, not the happy ending kind, that education I got elsewhere, but good information.”

It must have been, Lambert thought. It felt like Jaskier’s hands were touching his soul through his skin. 

Then Jaskier moved on to his hair. 

Lambert let the feeling wash over him as gentle fingers kneaded into his head, taking away headaches he hadn’t known were there. Manicured fingernails scratched lightly at his scalp. 

It was so good.

It was so nice to be touched when it wasn’t sex or sparring. It felt like a balm on Lambert’s soul and he’d been so jealous. Geralt had brought the bard and gotten all the touch he could want and left Eskel and Lambert without, but he was sharing this. It was like honey inside his brain. To his shame Lambert felt his eyes prickle. 

Witchers could cry. Their eyes didn’t tear up with wind, dust, or pain as much, because that could compromise their eyesight in battle, but emotion could bring tears. 

“It’s okay,” Geralt whispered, although not so low that Jaskier wouldn’t hear. “He won’t judge you.”

“I did too, a little,” Eskel said. Had he? Lambert hadn’t noticed. He let tears fall mixing with the moisture from the steam on his face. Jaskier reached around to get more oil and one landed on his hand, so he brushed a thumb down the tear track on Lambert’s face.

It could have, should have felt either patronizing or romantic. It wasn’t. It was just intimate. Gentle, intimate, platonic touch. Lambert began to cry a little harder. 

Geralt sidled over and leaned against him, pressing their shoulders together. Eskel joined in on the other side so that Lambert was sandwiched between his older brothers. 

They sat like that until Jaskier rinsed out Lambert’s hair.

He’d taken longer on the wash, Lambert noted, even though he had the least hair of the three of them. He was grateful for it. 

Eskel and Lambert watched as Geralt washed Jaskier’s hair, passing Geralt the bottle of oil--mint, to go with the mint and honey soap Jaskier favored--whenever Geralt needed it.

Lambert realised he was purring, and wondered how long he’d been doing it, but he had a pretty good idea.

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