#Jalapeno Blogiversary

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Happy blogiversary! This blog has been one of my favorites for a long time now, I just love your writing so so much. If you don't mind, could you please do V + First time for the smut prompt list? There's not enough smut of the blue baby :(

Thank you so much, dear! ♡ ～(‘▽^人) I would be more than happy to! You’re right, we always need more V! Thank you for the request~

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{V/Jihyun Kim}

│Smut Prompt│First Time

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     Windswept, they wandered the world. Dancing on thin sheets of ice. Twisted smiles of complacency despite the noose growing ever taut. Believing it a lifeline despite the choke of it. 

     Not anymore. Not here, with arms and legs intertwined. Discovering salvation more profound than they had ever known. They watched waves come in, like silken glass soaked in the bleeding scarlet hues of summer and when he held her in his arms she discovered a new form of safety. 

     There was no need for verbal confirmations. As natural as the waning of the moon their clothing became less. He pressed his tongue and teeth against her neck to feel her pulse in his mouth, proof she was alive here for him. Here. Right this moment. 

     He was experienced in that he took his time appreciating her. The pebbles of her breasts he flicked his tongue against, her swelling lips he nibbled and dragged his thumb along before coaxing her to suck his fingers. It was a mere distraction for the other hand, slipping up her thigh to enter the slick tight heat at the apex. 

     She could bite down on his fingers if she must. But he was careful; gentle. He played her as beautifully as an instrument, string or key, he composed and erupted a symphony inside of her. 

     And when he finally entered, he was close enough to make out her eyes and how the pain of inexperience had shaped them like leaves, little drops of dew gathering at the corners. 

     He kissed them away, taking the salt on his tongue. “Beloved one,” he kissed. “How I adore you,” he kissed. “I love you so.” They smiled. 

     They danced together, now. No longer on ice but on clouds. His fingertips sunk into her skin and how he wished he could fall into her completely. When he felt her strain to meet his hips, everything was melting. His hair felt longer with her hands entangled in it. And the morning birdsong would never again hit quite the same after she moaned her release with his own. He wanted to fill her with his love. Over and over again, he wanted to. 

     But for now, he wrapped her, blanketed, in his embrace. Smiled against the sheen of her forehead after pressing his lips lovingly. Scratchy blues record echoing in ambient light. Tomorrow would be a new day. 

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Happy Blogiversary! I'm grateful for all the content you've shared with us! And thank you for being here ♥️ If you're still taking requests, I'd like to ask for Silence - a fable or The Man of the Crowd (from the poe prompts) for Jinpachi from SLBP. Feel free to skip this if you don't want to do it, but thank you very much if you do :) Have a great day!

Thank you so much, dear! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ I would be more than happy to! Jinpachi is a fav I love him so much! Also, this really got away from me omg. This is not a drabble, it turned into a one-shot haha. 

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{Nezu Jinpachi}

│The Man of the Crowd│following, curiosity, fascination

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     It had only been a bit of harmless self-indulgence. That’s what he had told himself. Yet he knew indulgences, albeit even harmless ones, were not suited to shinobi. Jinpachi was unaccustomed to acting of his own accord as he had oft of late, and even in the slivers of downtime, he couldn’t come up with plausible reasoning behind his actions. Aside from the obvious–he had, for the first time, been captivated. 

     She had twisted her ankle in town when first they met, a heavy basket of daikon and various vegetables toppling into the street. He had gotten her permission before wrapping the delicate thing in a strip of white cloth. And her hand was so small as it slid into his for support. Soft. Is this what a woman’s hand feels like?  Later, he’d ponder if perhaps only hers could feel that way against his skin. 

     “Thank you, I’m sorry to trouble you,” she apologized, and Jinpachi had not missed the wince as she stood. Nor the way the sun’s rays illuminated her face as she looked up to him with a smile. It made his heart knot in his throat. 

     But he was an expert at hiding even this. He was practiced. He was calm. The unreadable expression so many had deemed aloof would come at his benefit, after all. 

     “It’s nothing. But can you walk?” 

     “My restaurant isn’t far from here, I can manage,” she hobbled. 

     Jinpachi’s face pulled from stoic to troubled frown. “If it’s not far, then allow me to assist you.” 

     “I couldn’t possi-” 

     “Forgive me,” Jinpachi interjected. He had already extracted the basket from her grasp and was now wrapping an arm around her waist in support. 

     He couldn’t help but notice the beautiful blush on her face when they finally made it inside the establishment, and she had a hard time making eye contact after he placed her at a vacant table. Had he done something uncouth? 

     He had only touched her enough to be of help, he frowned pensively. Yet she continued to stumble over her words. The more she attempted to conceal her flushed face the more desperate he grew to see it. It’s not as if he had never seen a woman’s blush before, however. Women fell over themselves for a chance to blush at his Lord. But this…this was different. She was different. Somehow. 

     Despite his protests for her rest, she cooked for him in gratitude. And when he ate at his usual rapid pace she laughed. Oh, heaven. She laughed! And the sound sent him choking on a mouthful of rice. 

     “I’m sorry,” she finished laughing. The melody faded into her light pants like the sound of rustling leaves carried off on autumn wind. “That was rude of me, wasn’t it.” 

     “No, I’m…often told my eating habits are strange.” Among other things, he thought, shifting his gaze uncomfortably. No matter how many times he’d heard the remarks about his peculiar stoicism or the speed at which he ate, there was simply no changing the habits of one such as a shinobi. That did not, however, make him less self-conscious in the present moment. 

     “I’m not laughing because I think it’s strange,” she corrected. “I laughed because, in a shocked sort of way, it made me happy.” 

     Happy? Now who was the strange one, he thought. This was the first time anyone had regarded him with normalcy. Aside from Nobuyuki, that is. But Nobuyuki was far from normal, himself. The confusion must have registered on his face, and she explained while pouring more tea. 

     “You ever feel like you were just born to do something?” 

     Yes. He gave a nod.

     “Well, that’s cooking for me. My father left this restaurant before he died. I guess in that sense, I would have ended up a cook either way, but…I’m lucky to love what I do every day. Seeing people enjoy my food like you just did, well, it gives me great pride. So yeah, I was happy to see you eat so quickly.” 

     “Is that so…I’m sorry about your father.” 

     “It’s alright,” she sighed wistfully, “his memory lives on in the recipes, at least. Would you like some more?” 

     Yes. He gave a nod.

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     That night he couldn’t forget her. What if she fell in town again? Trouble always seemed to follow women as kind as she. And what’s more, the whole reason they had come to Kyoto was to track thieves fleeing Sanada lands. What if she had been accosted while mindlessly thinking about recipes? 

     What if they happened upon her restaurant and caused trouble? The blame would be his, in his failure to apprehend. Yes, he had a duty. Yes, he decided. Maybe he had better check on her once more. 

     Out of sight, he watched her day. Her early morning service prep and the elegant way she tied her sleeves back, hands of grace chopping vegetables into uniform bits while she hummed to herself. 

     He watched her the day after. And the day after that. 

     The way she lit up the town when out went shopping for ingredients. Jinpachi couldn’t help but smile at the charming way she held up each bit of produce for inspection. She was a curious one, indeed. He didn’t know what she was looking for. 

     She’d sniff and poke and weigh two against each other in her hands, quirking an eyebrow with pensive concentration. He couldn’t understand what drove her to care at such lengths over a simple onion or radish, but oddly enough, that made it all the more endearing to watch. 

     He felt a twinge in his chest when a young grocer stepped a little too close to her one afternoon. 

     “A discount again? But there’s nothing wrong with these…I couldn’t accept, I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you,” she kindly protested.

     “Don’t be silly! Look, I’m stopping by your restaurant after I close up shop here. If you’re still feeling guilty you can always treat me to some sake, on the house,” he grinned. “Even better if you decide to share it with me.” 

     This guy…there was no mistaking that tone and what he was implying. Jinpachi’s lips pressed into a thin line…Using a favor as leverage against her. He wanted to tell him as much, but meddling was never his forte. 

     Besides, what if she was actually interested in his company? The thought turned his stomach. Still, such an underhanded tactic…he waited until she left and settled for hurling a hearty pebble at his head. Cocky smile growing on his face when the man yelped, rubbing the wound and looking up at the sky in confusion. 

     And the man did show up that evening as promised, but she paid him no more mind than any other customer. She smiled as she did for everyone else. She poured only when necessary. And though his eyes were trained on her, she seemed fixated on stealing glances at the door. 

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     Her path to and from shopping had a few rough spots. Thieves and gamblers and drunks loitering around. The usual. Too dangerous to be left alone, surely. But nothing he could not handle in a day. Those that couldn’t be verbally threatened away were subdued so easily he hadn’t the need to use weapons at all. 

     “You’re back awfully fast!” he heard her mother exclaim. 

     “It’s the craziest thing,” she huffed, placing the heavy produce on the counter before throwing her hands on her hips, “all of the shortcuts home have been practically empty lately.” 

      “Now that you mention, the crime around here seems to have gone down. I wonder what’s going on?” 

     “I don’t know, but whatever it is I hope it stays this way,” she laughed. 

     Jinpachi smiled. 

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     When visiting her father’s grave she was surprised to see a bundle of fresh vibrant flowers already placed. Curiously she picked them up to examine them, looking around for a sign of anyone else on the lonesome hill. The only answer a silent swift breeze. 

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     The day he saw her eyeing a peach a little too long, he couldn’t resist buying it. Finding a way to slip near her in the crowd and toss it at the top of her basket. The surprised noise she made when she arrived home and discovered it was gift enough for him. And the pleasured ‘Mmm’ she made when she bit into the juicy thing, even more so. She looked around curiously, clutching it between her palms like a treasure. 

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     It was best this way. He was comfortable in this. Ever the invisible hand from the shadows. He needn’t glory nor recognition for his deeds, these small moments were enough. But it never occurred to him that he might simply be frightened at the idea of anything else. 

     Not until this night, when she had closed up and sat alone, her family all gone to sleep. A single bright lantern and her gaze fixed at the door. He wondered what she was thinking, her cheek resting in her palm as she sighed. Maybe she was having trouble sleeping. Or was she was ill?  He hoped she wasn’t. 

     But then he watched her reach into her sleeve and retrieve something in a balled fist. He wasn’t thinking anything, then. Time slowed. Finger by dainty finger she unfurled. Eyes trained down she untangled a familiar white strip of cloth with care. 

     He was thinking everything, then. 

     Eyes wide and heart racing he left as fast as he could manage. It couldn’t be. He’d imagined it. Surely, he did. It was something else. It didn’t matter, either way...he wasn’t staying in Kyoto. 

     “You’re rather late again.” Nobuyuki’s brush stilled before he placed it on the writing desk. His face was illuminated by dancing lantern light. 

     “Forgive me,” was all Jinpachi replied. He had been concentrating on the evening of his breath. Shutting the shoji behind him, he quietly took a seat against the wall. If he spoke now, Nobuyuki would surely catch on that something was amiss. He was far too clever for anyone’s good.  

     “Jinpachi.” 

     Oh no. “Yes, My Lord.” He knew that tone. 

     “Who is she?” 

     Oh no…How? “She?” 

     Nobuyuki smiled. “Your thoughts are preoccupied, you arrive late almost every evening. And you apprehended the bandits days ago…or did you think I would not find out?” 

     “I…” It was not as if he was purposefully hiding that fact. Though, he had told himself he might have missed one somewhere. That one had gotten away. That they needed to stay a little longer, to be sure. Absolutely sure. Perhaps it was all just a selfish excuse after all. Suddenly, he felt terrible. 

     “Come now,” Nobuyuki laughed lightly, shrugging it off, “no need to look like a child caught sneaking sweets. I was beginning to think I’d never get to see this side of you, old friend.” His face fell into a more serious expression, and he picked up the brush once more. Making one last point before turning back to his work. “But we depart for Ueda in two days’ time. I trust you know what I mean by that.” 

     Yes. He nodded. “By your will.” 

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     If she did not remember him, it would be just as well. And why would she? He was quiet and near impossible to understand. They had only met once. If he walked in and she gave him the usual empty courtesies, he would drink he tea and leave quietly. 

     Had what he seen the night before truly been a mirage built from exhaustion and buried hopes, that would be alright. But if she did remember him, then maybe…No. It was not likely. 

     The town was painted in scarlet when he finally had the restaurant in his sights. He’d faced death countless times over. He’d been surrounded by enemies, sword to sword with foe’s in battle, yet nothing gave his heart chase like parting that noren and stepping inside the mouth of fate. 

     “Jinpachi!” she beamed immediately. The face he had grown to love cheerily peeked out from the back room. He could swear she practically skipped to him from the kitchen. “I was…hoping I’d see you again.” 

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Seven, smut prompt #17 (chair)

 Will do! Thank you for the request! 

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{Saeyoung}

│Smut Prompt│In or on a place, not a bed(table, desk, countertop, chair, etc.)

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     He looked handsome without his glasses. Not that he wasn’t charming regardless of circumstance. His hair mussed from sleep only made him that much more enchanting as he shuffled toward you from the bedroom, the glow of the computer screen glassing his downturned eyes to a gem-like quality. 

     “Why are you still awake? Come pay attention to me,” he whined like a child. 

     “In a little bit.” 

     “You’re in my chair again.” 

     “It’s comfier.” 

     He hated when you used his chair because you messed with the setting. He was a bit OCD about the height and tilt and lumbar support and truth be told it gave you some semblance of joy to mess with them on purpose and get a rise out of him. But on the other hand, it was larger and cushier and smelled of him. How could you not use it? 

     Saeyoung knelt at your feet in nothing but his rubber duck print pajama pants; an intense contrast against his bare skin and the cut muscles of his abs and arms. “Come to bed,” he began to playfully spin you in the computer chair. 

     “I’m not tired,” you giggled. You could swear each turnabout lent a glimpse of his expression growing more sadistic. 

     Faster and faster he spun you until you were dizzy. You closed your eyes, yet the strobe of bright flash from the computer screen passing by made your brain continue to whirl. 

     Suddenly, it stopped. Your body jerked to the right from inertia just a bit before you felt his hands on your thighs. The soft silk of your nightgown slowly pushed up towards your hips. 

     “Then don’t sleep,” he replied, caressing his cheek against your lap like a puppy. Pressing neat, seductive kisses up your legs. 

     Head still swimming, two Saeyoungs wiggled their heads between your four knees. It wasn’t the chill of the night air on your newly exposed skin that made you shiver, but the deep vibration of his voice. The thick sultry tone dripping from those three words alone carried enough weight to shake your core. As usual, you were powerless to resist.

     His mouth was warm, leaving a searing trail passed your knees before finding purchase on the inside of your right thigh. A sensitive, fleshy bit. He did always love to tease your thighs. 

     The suckles were soft and slow at first, each gentle roll of your pulled skin against his tongue made your eyes float farther and farther into darkness. When the teeth finally came piercing, his large hands held you down in the chair. 

     “Ah! What was that for?” you winced. 

     “Punishment,” he kissed over the wound like a false apology, “for stealing my chair,” another kiss planted higher, “and for making me wait.” 

     The mess of red hair now so close it brushed against your stomach, tickling playfully for a brief moment before your attention was drawn to the tongue pressing against your clothed pussy. This was better than sleep, no doubt about it. 

     You moaned his name, fingers threading themselves into the roots of his hair. Your Will a cup he’d expertly spilled over until drained of every clinging drop. The sound of his teasing mouth was positively maddening. You wanted him closer, wanted to feel his fingers inside of you and his lips pressing roughly into your clit. He licked and sucked until your panties were soaked, but it wasn’t until he vibrated his hum against your folds that you let out a gasp. 

     “Mm, you’re swollen and wet already,” he relished. “I can taste you even through these.” 

     Saeyoung was an expert at eating you out. Fingers wiggled the damp lace to the side and when you felt that hot tongue finally part you and glide itself up to your clit it sent a roll like thunder arching your back and then your hips. 

     “Mmf,” he pressed his face in all the way. The rough exhale of excited air from his nose seeped into your flesh. Without warning, he yanked you. Hard. Pulling your lower half off of the chair and sinking you down so that only your upper back and kinked neck were pressed into the leather backing. 

     With legs hooked over his broad shoulders, you pulled his head into you and followed its rotation with the roll of your hips. Every time you needed stimulation at your clit he was there with quick flicks of his tongue or a deep suck. 

     “Fuck…Saeyoung, right there. Please, hnn–don’t stop,” you begged. 

     “That’s right baby, use my face…move me where you want me.” His voice was honey coaxing sweetness despite being muffled and his hot breath. It only served to make you jello under his touch. 

     With lower lip drawn between teeth you did as he asked. Those golden eyes looking up to study your every expression, narrowing slyly when you gripped his hair harder and buried his face to make you come. This is what he always waited for, to see you lose yourself to the pleasure and use him as a fuck toy.     

     That familiar tongue delved inside your core and sent your head reeling backward with a moan. That sensation paired with a fiery pinch of your nipple and the sound of the man you loved fervently enjoying himself at your arousal finally sent you over the edge. Toes curling and legs twitching you came undone with one hand on his head and the other clutching the armrest for dear life. 

     The vibrant wash of stars clouding your vision slowly faded, giving way to Saeyoung’s triumphant smile and glistening mouth and cheeks and chin illuminated by monitor light. 

     “You ready to come to bed now?” he asked cheekily. 

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It’s my Blogiversary!

On the 29th! 

Wow! I still can’t believe it! 3 years and over 13k of you later and here we are! A huge thanks to all of you spicy followers both the new and the ones that have been sticking with me through the rollercoaster over the years. 

I’m going to be queuing up reblogs of some of my favorite happenings and fics/HCs I’ve done starting on the 29th. It will all be tagged with ‘jalapeno blogiversary’ so please blacklist if you do not wish to see the content. 

I’d also like to add some new content to the queue! Please feel free to now inbox me character names + a word or prompt for a drabble! (I couldn’t find a list I liked so just have at it i.e. “Some Zen spice” “Saeyoung and Cuddle” etc) I will be writing these and sprinkling them in the queue! 

Characters I’ll accept are included but not limited to: MM, Ikevamp, Ikerev, SLBP, most Love365 titles, MLQC, The Arcana, SSS, Naoki Urasawa’s Monster, WMMAP, FE3H, samurai champloo, ranma 1/2, and anything else if you think I might not know just specify series/game with character! (´ ε ` )♡

I’ll also open up voice asks again! Meaning I’ll record my reply. You can use this list of 65 questions here, or simply send in your own! It could be anything you want to hear me say or something you want to know like “I thought you were dead” or “why are you still here” or “where’s the endings to the mafia and hs au’s you lazy bi-YOU GET THE PICTURE lol. 

Thanks for always making fandom fun, for all the smiles and laughs you’ve brought me, and for bolstering me with the courage to keep writing. Love you all. Cheers to another 3 years, eh?