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kryptznnn · 17 days ago

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♛/♡ -Tragedy

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➸ INTERESTS; - aged up!neteyam x omatikayan f!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - Love at first sight doesn’t exist, everyone knows that. There’s attraction, reaction, and understanding someone to call something love. Neteyam wasn’t sure what it was that he felt for you, but whatever it was, he didn’t want it to end.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc 5.6k, romantic tension, sexual tension, kissing, fluff, smut, yearning, build-up, stalking mentions, imaginative daydreaming, masturbation (m!undergoing), straddling, orgasm mentions, attraction, seductive mentions, sexual actions, slight dry-humping, arousal mention, etc.

➸a.i; - we are so back amen also not proof readddd + recommended songs below!!

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It started with subtle glances, correction, it always started with subtle glances. Impressively it hadn’t gotten much farther than that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it too.

Out at a large celebratory festival thrown by the entire village as a sort of remembrance of the great war is when he saw you. Of course, he and his family were the center of attention, being deemed some branch of royalty, and yet you were in his view all night.

His attention span wasn’t as good as he thought it was, or as well as his father had trained it to be, especially when it came to something he liked. Well, he wasn’t sure if he liked you, he hadn’t known you, not a name, a voice, or a touch, just a face, hair, skin, and your body.

Whatever it was you had him looking at you constantly, it was something he could do all the time without getting bored. Unexpectedly that’s nearly what he did all night if it wasn’t for his siblings and parents driving him elsewhere.

He watched as you interacted with your friends, or maybe they were family, he wouldn’t know. He watched the way you smiled and nodded as you listened to the conversation of others, oddly enough your smile was enough to make him smile as well.

His favorite was watching the way your chest heaved, and throat rumbled a bit before you’d laugh, quickly placing a hand in front of your mouth as you did so. Thankfully for him he was watching from the side, so he could still see your mouth as you laughed.

Or maybe the way you moved so fluently from one table to another to acquire more food and drinks for the others. The way you’d move to the sounds of the music, or how he’d read your lips to know you were slightly singing along.

Neteyam is a man of many things, an observer at largest. It’s one of the skills his father taught him that he’s always favorited. “Always check your surroundings when you enter a new crowd”, and somehow after taking in his father’s advice he’d always attempt to look for you.

In gathering parties after hunting cycles, visitors who would come to his family’s kelku or even his own, even while he trained the younger warriors as their general. Even if you managed to be somewhere off afar, he would be quick to catch your eye, you’d always stand for a second before waving him a quick hello before moving along.

That was enough to change his routine as embarrassing as it sounds. Like taking a completely different route to get out in the morning or get to base camp and train warriors earlier than anticipated on certain days of the week because you’d be in the forest across from the gentlemen.

He knew better than to approach you so suddenly, well not suddenly, it’s been weeks since he had first seen you. He wasn’t sure how he could form a simple conversation without fucking himself over.

It isn’t easy to start a small conversation and ask for the name of someone who you’ve been infatuated with for a while now. He would always just brush it off and try to surround himself with working or training to occupy his time.

Until of course his parents were sure to sit him down and now seriously talk to him about his future and their future heirs. The fact you continuously rotted his mind as his parents spoke to the point where his breathing was ragged was enough to say. His parents understood well enough there was someone who their eldest had an eye on, they just didn’t know if their son was ready for it.

Oh, he was more than ready for it, ready for you. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough, he prayed to Ewya several times throughout the day just to get closer with you, maybe bump into one another or brush against one another. Just to hear you laugh again or see what style you’ve done differently with your hair, and thankfully it seems she answered.

As Neteyam stayed late tidying up after the warriors he was training you waved off your friends, a basket clung to your side filled with fruits. His eyes never left your figure, narrowing them as he watched your movements as you spun around and listening to your words as you mentioned something that had given him interest.

“I can do next week's batch myself! Thank you, guys.”

Oh? That seemed like the perfect opportunity for him, at least to get past a hand wave each week. He smiled to himself softly as he began to think of what he would plan for then until he heard your friends reply back to you. They all yelled their goodbyes and your name following after, ringing in his ears like the roar of a palulukan.

“Y/n” he whispered to himself softly before chewing on his bottom lip. He hadn’t wasted any time in collecting his other belongings and making his way back to his kelku.

He had officially made up his mind on what he wanted to do, and how he would work his way up to you. He just needed to wait until morning and get as much sleep as possible.

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Neteyam was too clever for his own good, nodding too himself at a job well done before shoving the items he had taken back into his families kelku. Surprisingly enough he waited the whole week to remove the fruits on the lower branches, and leaving those only he could reach.

This was a new low, even for him, he’d never done something like this before especially not for a woman. Like everyone loves to say, there’s a first time for everything of course.

So of course, he waited and waited for you to arrive, keeping his warriors in training as he tightened the bindings by his waist before making his way over to you.

“Do you need assistance?” He asked, his voice calm but firm, looking down at you. You perked your head to the side slightly your eyes not leaving the fruits hung up from above you. He watched your arm reach back up again before lowering it slowly and fixing your eyes on him.

He took in your figure for a moment, watching as your hair now laid on top of your shoulders and collarbones now as you fully faced him. He also took in your scent, it was sweet and so captivating, if he wasn’t any stronger, he would’ve lost his mind over it, over you.

“Yes please, if you aren’t too busy” you said softly, nodding slightly and thanking him, taking a step back to give him enough space. He could never be too busy for you, never, even if he wasn’t he would’ve left whatever it was if he could just see you, let alone help.

He wasted no time in reaching his arm over, plucking a handful of fruits from each branch in front of the two of you. His hands were large, you took that into account, palming nearly 6 of the fruits in just one hand with a steady grip so they wouldn’t fall. Yet again he was gentle with them to the point where they wouldn’t burst or ooze out.

As you held out your basket for him to place the fruits in with others that were already inside you could hear his breath falter slightly. Your attention was focused upon his face, scanning it for something, whatever it was he hadn’t liked it, it made him uncomfortable. His gaze quickly diverted from yours, looking back at his warriors in training now on a ‘water-break’ before clearing his throat and speaking up.

“It’s nice to finally meet you properly, my name is Neteyam.” He spoke softly, turning his gaze back to you and motioning the ‘I see you’ gesture, as you did the same to him. He was whipped, his pupils widening slightly as he watched you in awe. Honestly if he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve assumed his jaw was open as he listened to your voice.

The way you nodded and smiled at him, not hiding it. Or maybe the way you greeted him and thanked him for his help, introducing yourself lines after. He liked the way you said your name, pronounced it in your thick accent, or how your lips pursed together when you said it. How it sounded differently coming from yourself than your friends from last week. He loved how you said his name, especially so fluently, so full of curiosity and care, or how your lips touched at the last letter of his name.

Maybe he does like you, just a little, remember he still doesn’t know you, or at least not as well as he wanted too, no matter how bad he wanted to change that. All he could do was watch you walk away from him yet again, a full conversation not even brewing between the two of you and it was killing him. Watching you wave your goodbyes to him, watching the way the small woven basket clung to your side like a newborn child, or even how you made walking look easy, different almost, in your own way.

He could only stand and close his eyes, bawling his fists for mere seconds to bask in your scent again, envisioning you again, you smile, your lips, your eyes, your everything. A snarl was practically ready to rip out from his chest, he was so close and yet so far. Temptation is such an evil thing, almost like a parasite eating at its host, but with Neteyam it seemed as if he loved the thrill that would come from it. Being nervous around you, going out of his way just to see you, or help you in any way he can, he’s not being weird or anything, just friendly.

Right

Friendly

He’s being friendly because he’s a nice kindhearted man, doing his duty looking out for the people in his clan.

So why was it so different with you? What made you so different? Everything made you different, like how you bring a heat to his face or chest, this isn’t normal in the slightest. He thought to himself how he interacts with other friends his age or how they make him feel, and it was nothing like this, and honestly, he wasn’t appalled, just drawn in further.

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It’s nothing but curiosity, he had questions and what better way than to answer them himself. He knows he has issues, like not liking to ask others for help, but he didn’t need it, he already knew so much about you from just watching you closely over the next few weeks.

What flowers you liked and how you liked them sorted, your favorite fruit being the same one he helped you pick, how many members of your family there were, and surprising enough you are the middle child. He was proud of himself, practically swallowing down the shame and guilt he had for following you around, he used his skills for great use, and it was only for a short period of time.

Now things have gotten even better, as your father had gone directly towards the leader of your people, Neteyam’s father for help on your behavior. Something new to get your energy out of, the stress and pressure of personal things were getting to you, and he was sure archery would be of great help.

Either that or sparring, and it seemed safer to spar, as he couldn’t dream of the casualty if you were to strike someone with an arrow. Whether you liked it or not you had no other choice to comply, but when you found out that Neteyam would be fitting you into his tight schedule and be your personal trainer things seemed to be a little better.

You were a very picky woman, but honestly you couldn’t hate or push past him, he seemed sweet and gentle, plus very handsome. You’d be completely stupid to send away a man like him, that you knew, and you were anything other than dumb, so you’d stick by him.

Like as of right now, being your first day of sparring with Neteyam. The two of you circling each other slightly, a small bruise on your arm as there was a much larger one underneath Neteyam’s left eye. Apparently, his job was to fish out whatever emotions he could out of you, and honestly it was working.

Of course, it was working because the way you attacked him was uncalled for, you were a fighter unlike one he’d seen before. You don’t fight with grace or precision; you fight with everything you have. As if your life is at stake and you’re struggling to stay alive, fighting however you can and using your surroundings. You fought against him as if he was genuinely inflicting harm onto you, as if it was kill or be killed in a simple sparring.

The several times he caught up to your tactics he only pinned your arms behind your back momentarily. His broad and heavy chest pressed against your broad back, both of your breathing patterns seeming to align with one another, heavy and rough. His breath fanning your skin by your neck, making you jolt slightly and kick his leg with force, knocking him back.

Is fighting supposed to have this much tension in it? It didn’t make any sense; this hadn’t made any sense. This was much more difficult than you anticipated, and worst of all Neteyam enjoyed every second of it. The touching, glances, subtle smirks or victorious expressions you’d give off.

He was doing it on purpose, between the two of you he was and would always be the better fighter, he was just letting you win. In his eyes you deserved it, you deserve anything he can provide for you, and so that’s exactly what he’d do.

He laid on the sandy floors beneath the two of you, sighing to himself heavily before propping himself up on his elbows. You turned around swiftly to take in his state, then looking back at yourself before offering him a hand. He happily took it and bounced back to his feet, announcing this would be the last fight between the two of you for the evening as the sun began to fade and colors filled the sky.

Well, that was a few minutes ago, as of now you were sure how or when this happened. Or maybe you made a wrong move to fuck yourself over, but this wasn’t expected at all. You laid back flat against the sandy floors now, Neteyam atop you, his forearm pressed against your collarbone as he used his hand to press down on your shoulder.

He was firm yet gentle, like he always had been, always had been with you. It’s not that you couldn’t move, you could, you just refused too. You refused to go anywhere or ruin this moment; with the way he was looking into your eyes or the way his seemed blown out you couldn’t help but look at him in awe.

The colors of the sky were now fully in effect as the dim sunlight shined brighter than ever, the hues mixing into his blue skin and eyes. Your eyes seemed to be moving at speed beyond explanation as you wanted to take in such a sight.

It hadn’t seemed like he wanted to move either, but unfortunately, he was quick to move off of you, apologizing. This time he was the one to offer you a hand to help you up, which you took and stood up, dusting yourself off. You also took this time to dust off your face if there was any dirt there before looking up at him.

His eyes were already fixated on you, correction, they never left you. You made your way around him slightly before squinting, as the sunlight was now directly on you and your face. It was hard to see with the nearly blinding light, but you could still feel his eyes on you. You only turned around, you're back now facing him as you packed your belongings before thanking him before getting ready to leave, and to which he wasted no time in stopping you.

“Will I see you tomorrow morning? After we return from our morning hunt?” He asked, his voice laced with anxiety and eagerness. Eager for you to say yes, hungry almost, and to see you nodding in agreement only sent a large smile plastered onto his face. The two of you saying your goodbyes and leaving your spot before seeing your families again.

The way you clouded Neteyam’s mind was intoxicating and sickening. He would trip over his own feet and tail if he hadn’t had a strong heart and mind. He finally had you exactly where he wanted you after so long and he was nonetheless happier than ever. He was happy that you finally saw him, saw how he saw you. Or at least he was content that you were able to see yourself through his eyes without having to share a word.

Oh, how he wishes he could come home to you every night instead of just the thought of you, his short, fixated imagination of you sprawled against his bed. Maybe even you waltzing around his kelku with that sly little walk you do, the one that makes him keep his eyes on your hips and thighs.

He wishes most of all in this very moment for you to be with him now, at the very back of his kelku, out of sight and out of mind. In his large cut off of water from the main rivers supply just to his satisfaction to clean off, the two of your bodies entangled with one another like how they had been earlier.

That would be perfect to him, feeling your hand graze down against his chest to his torso again. Or listen to you say his name over and over, and even the way you’d adjust your loincloth and top after every other fight. The sounds you’d make whenever he’d pin your arms, or how you groaned when he had you pinned to the ground beneath the two of you.

This is dirty, and wrong, so wrong, and something so wrong shouldn’t feel so good. Sadly, it did, and he just couldn’t help it or stop himself from going on, it was too much pressure to let build up. Neteyam could practically envision you in front of him, he traced his hands around his body the same way you had, picturing you with your small smile and scent talking to him.

He couldn’t stop himself he truly couldn’t, nothing could rip away this blissful moment from him. A moment so lustful and sacred and yet so beautiful and gentle to him was meant to be cherished and shared with you, and yet he still didn’t fully have you, he couldn’t have you.

The flicks of you replaying over and over in his mind as he quickened his pace down his body, his tip now leaning pre-cum as he continued, faster now. His breathing was heavier, and he felt more focused and intense than before, his non dominant hand gripping at the sides of his bath beside him as he went on.

Unexpectedly sooner than later, his climax came, much more intense than any other he’d had prior with any other woman he’d been with. This was raw and passionate, let alone the fact he was much more vocal than ever, mumbling your name over and over. Even though he bit down on his bottom lip to the point where blood was drawn, he couldn’t help his loud sounds as he reached his peak.

He was breathing like a man who hadn’t breathed fresh air in years. His chest heaving as he threw his head back with a sigh of relief, the hand gripping his sides of his bath now running through his messy wet braids. Cursing softly under his breath as he cleaned himself off with a slight smile on his face.

Desire is so dangerous.

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Yearning is a strange feeling, at least towards Neteyam. He was so quick and easy to pick out what he liked and didn’t like. Like the other women in the village, he had ‘met’ with. It’s not that anything was wrong with them, but when it came to actually listening to their morals or finding out they’d only gotten close to him because of his title and physical attributes he was quicker to leave them then pleasure them.

To Neteyam the first thing that caught his attention from you was being able to hear your voice almost instantly in such a loud and unique crowd. It was fascinating to say the least, like how he had sat alongside the ocean back when his family seeked refuge from the metkayina clan. The oceans crashing waves being so loud and deafening yet so soothing like nothing he’d experienced before until hearing your voice, then seeing you.

This was supposed to be your second week of training with another, transitioning towards a third. The more the two of you would spar, with or without weapons, he was sure to go easy on you at times. He was sure to give you distance, as he felt it wasn’t right you weren’t given much of it the first time.

But whatever gap that lasted between the two of you was quickly sealed by you. You didn’t like the distance between you too, you didn’t like his quietness. You wanted to see him how you had prior; you wanted him close to you and you wanted his skin to brush against yours.

Maybe it was just between the heat of battle from the two of you, but it was enjoyable. You enjoyed spending so much time of your day alongside Neteyam, not worried if you were to be bruised or laid out on the floor time and time again.

It pushed you to arrive earlier than expected towards your training with one another, to which you clutched your woven bag in one hand. You laid it out on the rocks beside you as you watched Neteyam, his back facing you as you listened to a repetition of a scraping sound.

“You’re very early today y/n.” He spoke smoothly, not stopping his motion of sharpening one of the countless blades scattered in front of him. His ears picked up on your footsteps through the forest long before his nose picked up on your scent, bringing a wide smile to his face.

“I’m sorry, I had nothing to do with my extra time, I didn’t know you would be busy. Ohe tsun za’u ne’im mawkrr.” [I can come back later] You stated, only earning a disapproving head shake from Neteyam who stopped his movements and placed a blade off to the side. He raised that same hand to motion for you to take a seat next to him, and you did just that.

The distance between the two of you seemed so far apart, even aside the fact you were seated perfectly next to each other. Legs crossed and your knees brushing against one another with each action Neteyam made as he sharpened the next blade, you only watched him.

Whenever you saw him or was as close as you are now with him his eyes were always fixated on you. His entire body was fixated on your figure, following your every move. Now it felt different watching him put that energy into something else, it made you curious exactly what it was for.

His scent was stronger than usual, making you inhale the air around you stronger than you had before. He smelled like the strong trees of your people and the soft moss around your home, or how free the air smelled before a storm, it was soothing.

It was also soothing to watch how he worked; you could tell he was doing this for a while, the objects leaving harsh red indents on his hands and arms. Or how he was sweating and because of that his hair on his hairline was stuck to his forehead, with the rest of his braids tied back into a loose bun.

All except one strand, obviously blocking his vision, and it bothered you just as much as it must’ve been bothering him. So, you helped him, you simply reached out to his face slightly and brushed the braid behind his ear, watching as his ear twitched in response. His eyes darted over to yours for only a split second before he chewed on his bottom lip and diverted his gaze back to his work.

‘Just look at me like that one more time, please’ you thought to yourself. Whatever you could do to help quicken the process of whatever he was doing you’d do just that. You wanted this to be over with, for you to have his full attention, you missed it.

“Thank you.” Was all he said, now hunching over slightly and continuing his work at a quicker pace now. You only nodded and hummed in response, your own way of saying you’re welcome. Your attention now turned to the bowl of cut fruits to the side of the two of you and the blades as small flies began to fly around it.

They must’ve been attracted to its scent and appeal. Sweet and soft, as you were in Neteyam’s eyes. The fruits must’ve been his, he just hadn’t had time to eat them, and it seemed now the pests were ready to do the job for him.

“They’ll eat your fruits if you aren’t quick enough” you joked. Smiling as you continued to swat them away and bring the bowl to your lap as you earned a small chuckle from him. Your gaze fixated on his face before back to the pests that now found their retreat and flew away.

“My hands are too dirty to feed myself. If I were to eat them all of these blades would be dirty and sticky.” He said with a hum, his hands running over the blade he just sharpened before placing it to the side, grabbing one of the last few from the large basket to his side.

“I can feed it to you.” You replied almost immediately, desperately, your face buzzing with excitement as your tail began to swing from behind you against the sand. Neteyam now turned his head to you, eyes fixated on your face, then your figure and pausing when he saw the bowl in your lap.

A familiar heat crept up to his face and chest, making his fingers clamp down against the blade he was holding and look away for a moment. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact you seemed so eager to do this for him, or how you hadn’t even known how intimate something like that was.

Surprisingly enough you hadn’t even waited for his answer, already picking a large piece from the bowl into your fingers and bringing them to his face. He only turned his head back to his work, as if rejecting the offer and sniffling, working much faster now.

You hadn’t taken that as an answer however, now moving the blades that were in front of the two of you off to the side to sit directly in front of Neteyam. Placing the fruit up to his lips and watching them intently, a smile grew to yours as he took the fruit into his mouth.

He chewed softly as he continued, you only watched him, the way his jaw tightened with each bite he dug into the fruit. Now you were fixated on his throat, how he swallowed, or how his abs flexed when he hunched over again, tossing the sharpened blade behind you.

You continue to feed him, piece after piece, he was gentle. Careful to not let his lips touch your fingertips, but that’s not what you wanted, you wanted to be closer, to be intimate. Maybe if you moved your fingers closer, you’d feel his lips.

It made you curious as to certain things like how they felt, if they were as soft as they looked. Or how they tasted, if they were as sweet as the fruit he was eating now. You were flushed but it didn’t matter, it was too late to go back now you just couldn’t help yourself.

It seemed your body was moving without your mind controlling it because without a second thought of feeding him the last piece of fruit you licked your own fingertips. What was even worse was the fact you made sure to do it as he had his eyes fixated on you, you did it on purpose to this attention.

The same way you purposely took the tools from his hands and tossed them aside, now sitting up on your knees and straddling yourself into his lap. You hoisted yourself up and rested your arms on his shoulders, interlocking your fingers behind his back before kissing him.

And of course, with your quick actions Neteyam hadn’t wasted a single second kissing you back, practically eating you alive. He was eager, hot, starving, and so desperate for you, so desperate for more. This is more than a dream come true, it’s like a blessing from above for him, and he didn’t want this moment to stop.

He could see it in your eyes what you were planning to do since you were feeding him, how you caught onto his body language. He was observing you, eating along with him, brushing your fingertips against his lips, watching as he paused to fix his loincloth before he continued his work again.

He saw the look in your eyes, a familiar one, because it was a look he had constantly given you, a look of yearning, starvation, and curiosity. Now you were kissing him, straddling him, and he just couldn’t help but dive deeper into you, your tongues practically fighting one another. You folded quickly under the pressure, your knees sinking as you melted into him, now attempting to pull back to catch your breath.

You moaned into him, and he felt your hands now pushing against his chest, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stop. He only grabbed ahold of your hands and continued, not caring to stop for air. He’d rather die than end this moment between the two of you, this blessed moment. Your lips hadn’t separated from his, your lips practically stuck together, you tasted so sweet, sweeter than the fruits the two of you were eating together.

Your mouth was hot and wet, it was welcoming, practically telling him to come in and make himself welcome, and he did so. After a few seconds he pulled away from the kiss slightly, your faces not even centimeters apart as you began to breathe heavy.

He watched your chest heave, placing a hand over it and feeling your heartbeat. It was fast, and strong, he only closed his eyes and focused on it, pining his ears to the sides of his head. He smiled to himself softly when you did the same, your smaller hand resting against his chest. He looked up at you, losing his thought in your eyes that only pulled him in deeper.

The two of you sat in the position for a while, lips brushing against one another but never being able to kiss as before. All until you pulled away, hearing footsteps make their way towards the two of you, Neteyam kept his hand in yours even after you stood up to cause distance between the two of you. You were startled to see the person making their way towards you was his sister, you jolted and pulled your hand back from him before she came over to the two of you.

She greeted you, and as she did Neteyam had stood up now, adjusting his loincloth from his obvious issue of earlier, a small wet spot on the side of it from you, now turning around to see his sister. The two greeted each other as you grabbed your bag, running your hands through your hair and placing a hand over your mouth, getting the image of earlier out of your head.

“Mom and Dad want to talk to you it’s urgent.” She stated, bumping her brothers’ shoulder before looking up at him. She followed his trail of vision to you, who had been waving bye to the two of them with a small smile.

She waved back as she watched her brother wave back with a large smile on his face, immediately catching on to his reactions. She only shook her head and sighed before taking her brothers hand to follow her in the opposite direction.

“Good luck with that, hopefully you can tell her before you meet the woman mom and dad have waiting for you tomorrow morning.”

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ghost-1-y · 1 year ago

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Sabotage

Trickster!Sanemi x Fem!Tricked Princess!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, dubcon(?), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (f! receiving), oral sex (m! and f! receiving), fingering, handjob, Sanemi can clone himself, double penetration (therefore anal), HEAVY degradation, brat tamer!Sanemi x bratty!reader, Sanemi has an olfactophilia kink, masturbation (Sanemi), spanking as punishment, overstimulation as punishment, lots of dumbification, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, multiple creamp!es, Sanemi is mean in this, Sanemi points a knife to reader’s throat at some point (he doesn’t draw blood), mentions of food, mentions of dead animals, reader is a spoiled, bratty princess, brief mentions of homewrecking (not acted upon), mentions of a future arranged marriage, Sanemi plays “tricks” on reader, lmk if I missed anything!!

Word Count: ~15k

A/N: apologies for this taking literally forever for me to post, I went through a period of burnout and have been in classes these past two months. Also, apologies for this being so long, the plot got ahead of me and it ended up becoming my largest fic to date, but I do promise smut at the end (as you can probably tell by the content warnings lmao). Also please be nice I’m sorry if this fic is actually awful lol :')

Divider Credit: @/cafekitsune

The sound of crystal heels against marbled stone were followed by head turns of maids and servants as you walked through the long corridor, bowing or curtseying as you passed, soft murmurs of your highness and my princess uttered in haste before returning to their duties.

Everything was as it should be: polished gold-framed paintings and chandeliers lit with gentle flames above, ornate silver door handles grasped by armored knights as entrances opened for you time and time again, strolling up rounded stairways and into the throne room – where your father, King Ubayashiki, and his wife, Lady Amane, sat.

The sun was orange through the glass panes that decorated the palace walls. Rainbows scattered across the palace floor, and fractals of light beamed at varying angles which made the golden thrones glimmer with radiance.

“My dear child,” your father smiled gently upon you, “I am glad to see you in good health.”

He was flanked by a line of his advisors on his left side, most of them old and feeble, except for one: a quiet ravenette with eyes which beheld endless pools of deep blue – Tomioka, you believed his name was.

Tomioka was quite handsome, yet always expressed disinterest in the matters discussed at these sorts of meetings – today, he decided to forgo usual etiquette by holding his head up by one of his fists, eyes taking in the grandeur of the throne room rather than being focused on you – as the rest of the advisors were.

“Father,” you curtseyed – forcing your eyes to pry away from the young advisor, “I reciprocate your sentiment. I am glad to see you well.”

He chuckled, “Your words are much appreciated, but I’m afraid they are not true. I have come down with sickness, and our lovely doctor here–” he waved towards his left, referring to a rather beautiful woman with dark hair and violet eyes who sat further away from the line of advisors, “–Lady Kocho, is doing her absolute best to treat me, but, it has made me realize a few things, namely how very brief our lives are on this earth, and–”

“Father, with all due respect, what have you summoned me for?” you asked, impatience seeping into your tone.

The king sighed, “I need you to be married, my dear child.”

“What?” you exclaimed, “no– I don’t want to. You cannot and will not force me to do such a thing.”

Your father sighed, “that is why, my dear, that we are going to be holding a masquerade ball on the next full moon – which, I believe, is five days from now. We have also decided that, due to time and the uncertainty of my sickness, you will be wed on the very next day.”

“What the hell is a ball going to do? Do you believe I’ll just suddenly meet the love of my life while dancing with a masked stranger?”

“That is not the objective, my dear, I wish for you to get to know the princes from nearby nations, and I believe a masquerade ball is perfect to learn personalities without any bias. Whomever you get along with most, as well as whoever I believe will be most fit as a king, will be the one whom you marry.”

“Well, I wish you luck in making me attend, because I refuse to entertain this idea you’ve thought up. You haven’t even given me a reason as to why I should plan to be married.”

There was tension amongst the members of the advisory council, with even Tomioka paying closer attention to your rather loud grievances.

You could almost feel his azure eyes boring into your soul.

“My dear child, even though I am your father, you must remember that I am also your King, and you will do well to remember that,” he said quietly.

“So, what? Are you going to have me thrown into the dungeons if I don’t comply?” You crossed your arms as you glared down at him. ��You can’t possibly be serious–”

“That is not what I wish for, my child, but you must be responsible to your kingdom and do what I ask of you. One day, I will no longer be here, and you will need to step up and take the throne once that happens. This is the first step towards that end.”

“I don’t care about being responsible to the kingdom! They must bow to me anyway, the reason for their subservience is none of my concern.”

If you weren’t consumed by your fit of rage, you might have noticed that to your right, for a fraction of a second, the hue of the handsome ravenette’s eyes turned from a deep blue to a stormy purple.

“My child, you must learn that people do not bow blindly to the throne. They bow out of respect for a leader that makes decisions which keep them in mind.”

“They should respect me regardless. I’m their princess. That should be enough for them.”

You did not wait for your father to continue his lecture, as you stormed out of the throne room and marched back toward your chambers.

—

Upon entering your bedroom, a fireplace had already been lit – its crackling flames providing just enough heat for one’s slumber during a mid-winter night.

You sat down on the edge of your rather large bed – a mattress as soft as clouds, and sheets of the finest silk which was woven with royalty in mind. You kicked off your heels, scattering them halfway across your cozy living space – not caring to put them away properly – the help was there for such chores, anyway.

Your lady-in-waiting – you believed her name was Kanroji – knocked upon the carefully carved wooden doors of your chambers, before entering upon your command. She gave you a soft smile and curtseyed before you.

“It’s a wonderful evening, my princess, I hope today treated you well,” she greeted, and you gave out a loud sigh before flopping onto the mattress, a pout visible on your face as Kanroji picked up your discarded heels from the floor and placed them in their proper spot.

“Kanroji–” you elongated the last vowel of her name, “today was awful. Can you believe my dad possessed the gall to summon me today? And for what– to discuss marriage?” you groaned, “If I could, I would’ve wiped that everlasting smile off of his face for making me go through all of this!”

“My princess, that is no way to speak about your father, much less your king,” Kanroji lightly scolded you, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m sure his reasons are sound. I understand if you find the idea rather, well, uprooting I should say, but–”

“–But nothing!” you exclaimed, exasperation evident in your tone. “I don’t want to be responsible for the people, especially if it’s at the expense of my own losses!”

“Princess, with all due respect, they are your people,” Kanroji reminded you, “being a princess doesn’t exempt you from responsibilities.”

Rolling your eyes once more, you grumbled out a “whatever,” and sat up on your bed to face your lady-in-waiting.

“I’m sure that it was at least nice to speak with your father, no? Considering how busy he is and all?” Kanroji asked with a smile.

“Not really,” you groaned, “but I did get to see that one cute advisor he has, so I guess it wasn’t all bad.”

“Are you referring to Lord Tomioka, my princess?”

“Who else? The rest of them are old as shit– you think I’d fall for Urokodaki? Or – god forbid – Kuwajima?”

“A princess must not use such foul language, your highness,” Kanroji chided, “although I must say that I never expected you to fall for those…older men.”

You sighed in annoyance, “technically, I can do whatever I want, Lady Kanroji.”

“Unfortunately, Lord Tomioka is already married to the royal doctor, Lady Kocho,” Kanroji ignored the tone of your voice, “perhaps it would be wise to listen to King Ubayashiki’s words and look for a potential suitor at the next royal ball?”

“I doubt he has that much love for her,” you muttered, “perhaps I could pull Lord Tomioka aside during the festivities and–”

“Your highness, with all due respect, you will do no such thing,” Kanroji admonished you.

“But I’m the princess, Lady Kanroji, surely he’d see that as an opportunity for upward mobility, no?”

Kanroji sighed, deciding not to push the topic further. She motioned for you to stand up so she could undress you. You turned your back to her as she started untying the strands of your outer bodice, before removing it and working on the following layers to place them into a soiled linen basket.

“My princess will wash her face before heading to bed, we don’t want any bad air to ruin your perfect skin,” Kanroji urged as she helped you into your night slip.

“You don’t need to treat me like I’m five, Lady Kanroji. I know how to take care of myself.”

Kanroji schooled her expression from that of a tight-lipped smile to one with gentle radiance.

“Of course, your highness.”

You headed to your bathroom, but, rather than washing your face by yourself, you merely sat down on a cushioned chair beside the door. Kanroji followed, obtaining a washcloth made of the softest cotton and dipping it in water which she had warmed prior to your arrival. She dabbed at your face, removing any excess dirt or sweat which built up throughout the day, before lathering some soap into the cloth and gently applying it to your face, before rinsing it away with more water.

After she patted your face dry with another towel, she handed you your toothbrush and paste, and, after you had finished, provided you with water and a spit cup so you could rinse out your mouth.

“My princess seems to be all ready for bed now, let’s get you cozied up for the night.”

She led you back to your bedroom, and you buried yourself in warm blankets, choosing not to respond as she blew out one final candle and bid you a good night.

—

The following day, upon your wake, the birds outside of your window were surprisingly quiet. You’d quite often awake to the chirps of songbirds and hoots of mourning doves, which would rise you out of your restful sleep.

You stood up from your bed, and walked over to your wardrobe, excited to see if the maids had fully cycled your favorite dress through the laundry – one which had been inspired by your own confidence, merely amplifying everything desirable about your figure. It exemplified your wealth, your status; it brought you up into the clouds of materialism as others looked up at you in pure awe.

However, upon opening your wardrobe, you were shocked to find yourself looking at the wooden backing of the closet rather than your endless amounts of clothing that usually hung from the racks – something that you had not laid eyes upon ever since you first received the piece of furniture.

“Kanroji!” you yelled for your assistant, who, despite being summoned, still had the courtesy to knock upon your door before entering.

“Is something wrong, my princess?” she asked delicately as always, yet her honeyed lips did nothing to calm you down.

“You did this, didn’t you?” you accused her as you waved your hands haphazardly towards the empty wardrobe, “why do I not have any clothing to wear?”

Kanroji looked at you in pure confusion, before walking over and gazing upon what you were talking about. She sighed, “I didn’t do this, your highness, perhaps one of the maids went to wash all of your clothing and forgot to return it?”

“Why would they think to wash clothing which hasn’t been worn!?” you argued, “what should I do, then, if I don’t have anything to wear?”

Kanroji pondered for a moment, before seemingly coming to a solution.

“Well, my princess, if you would be so kind to take into consideration this idea I have, I may have a solution–”

“Just spit it out!”

Kanroji sighed, trying not to be taken aback by your rude behavior, “I believe we have extra clothing which is usually reserved for the royal staff. I could go fetch one for you if–”

“So I am to wear a servant’s clothes? To dress myself as a peasant?”

“No, my princess, the royal staff uniforms are hardly clothing meant for a commoner, they are still made of fine quality fabric and are sewn by the best seamstresses in the kingdom.”

You rolled your eyes, “fine, but only because there’s no other choice. Bring me the peasants’ clothing.”

Kanroji turned on her heel and left your room to fetch the uniform, leaving you to walk around your room in silence. After pacing around for a few minutes, you went up to your window, where a songbird had made its nest and laid its eggs.

You had asked time and time again for the staff to remove the nest, as it was partially obstructing the view of your garden, yet they hadn’t gotten around to it, it seemed.

However, today, the nest was completely empty – not a bird nor egg in sight.

“Princess, I’ve gathered a uniform set in your size,” Kanroji said behind you, prompting you to turn your head.

“Give it here.”

She handed you the folded clothing, and you held it out in front of you, inspecting it with expressive disgust.

“How am I supposed to put this on? It’s too frilly and complicated.”

“Allow me, your highness,” Kanroji muttered, before taking the uniform and having you step into it, buttoning it up and smoothing out the skirt.

“You look beautiful as always, my princess,” she smiled at you.

“I’d hardly say that,” you grumbled, “take me to my gardens, won’t you? I need some fresh air after this whole–” you waved your hands trying to find the right word, “–mess.”

Kanroji nodded, “of course, your highness.”

She led you through the winding corridors of the castle, and, as much as you preferred being the one leading, today you were almost hiding yourself behind your assistant – not wishing for anyone to look down upon you for the clothing you wore.

Yet, after a while, you realized that no one spared a second glance toward you. Not a single maid, nor servant, bothered to bow or greet you as you walked by. Easily offended by their lack of etiquette, you caught up with your lady-in-waiting, Kanroji, and whispered harshly into her ear.

“Why are they not greeting me? Usually they bow upon seeing or hearing me walk by. I have never seen such insubordination in my entire life–”

“My princess, it may be due to your clothing. You are wearing quite an unusual outfit for a royal today, and they are quite busy with setting up the decorations and such for the ball. I plead with you to be patient with them, your highness.”

You huffed, but remained silent after hearing her reasoning, your shoulders hunched in annoyance as Kanroji led you outside.

Your garden was one of the more peaceful areas of the palace. It was strategically placed so that you could view it from your bedroom window, a hectare of greenery reserved just for yourself. It caught the rays of sun through the early morning to late evening, with a rather beautiful fountain built in the very center of it made of marble, sculpted with three tiers that had water flow down into a rounded reservoir. The reservoir itself had sculptures sitting on the edges of the fountain – with one of the notable figures being that of Icarus.

Along the border of the garden, white and purple hydrangeas bloomed in the late morning sun, which gave way to various other floral species. It was all proper and organized, each plant having a designated area for it to flourish in. Walking further into the garden, you held out your hand to trace your fingers along the petals of buttercups, a flower which had always been one of your favorites – its delicate appearance attracting you to it.

You approached a small gazebo that found its place on the edge of the garden, a shaded area for you to use should you grow tired. Taking a seat, you exhaled slowly, recollecting yourself from the earlier mishap that was out of your control, almost entering a sort of meditative state. Your thoughts, however, wandered, and eventually led you to your fathers words of having you become married.

“Lady Kanroji?” you asked, and she smiled kindly at you – just as she always did. It was a rather comforting sight, to have someone so close that didn’t seem bothered by anything in the entire world.

“Yes, my princess?”

“Do you ever feel like…your life is out of your hands? Like you’re starting to lose control?” you asked, voice slightly uneasy as you turned your head away from her, deciding to rather admire flowers which neighbored the bench you sat on.

A bumblebee flew past you, its fat little body buzzing between flowers, working hard to pollinate each one.

“Well, yes, everyone does– but, what is making you feel this way, your highness?”

“I mean, look at this bee here– it probably thinks about nothing but how it needs to pollinate flowers and collect nectar for its hive – wherever that may be, right?”

“Of course, princess,”

The bee landed on a lone calendula, burying itself in pollen, before taking a quick moment to rest before flying off to another part of the garden.

“I wish my life was more like this bee. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything except the task in front of me.”

“Princess, is this about the clothes in your wardrobe being missing this morning?” Kanroji inquired.

You shook your head, “no, I’ve accepted that as a small mishap. I’m more worried about how my freedom might be taken away from me, with being married soon and all, especially to someone that I—”

“—that you know nothing about?” Kanroji finished for you.

You nodded, before eyeing a blooming foxglove plant, approaching it and plucking a single flower from its stem, twirling it in your hand as you admired its range of colors.

“I just wish that, at least, my last few days of freedom before this ball will be alright.”

Kanroji tentatively, ever so diligently following your every step, took your hand in hers, “I am wishing only the best for you, my princess. I promise that your husband will be as kind and as loving as can be.”

You smiled at her, still holding the foxglove in your hands, “thank you, Lady Kanroji.”

“–and if he’s not, then I promise to make his life a living hell,” she grinned, causing a hearty laugh to emerge from your chest.

“That hopefully won’t be necessary, but I thank you nonetheless.”

You looked down towards the ground, noticing that an invasive species of yellow tansy has taken root in the soil all throughout the garden.

Groaning, you looked up towards Kanroji once more, “do we not have a gardener to get rid of these weeds?” you asked exasperatedly, and she chuckled.

“Your highness, with all due respect, didn’t you fire them last week because they pruned your rose bush in a way that wasn’t to your liking?”

Sighing, you responded, “you’re right, we’ll need a new one soon, perhaps one of the servants would care for a promotion?”

“We’ll see about that, my princess. As for now, though, how about we get you washed up from being outside, and then after I’m sure we can have the royal chef make you one of your favorite meals for dinner later? As a little treat for all the anguish from today, perhaps?”

You smiled, “that sounds wonderful.”

—

You sat in the great hall of the castle, sampling hors d'oeuvres and sipping on champagne, chatting idly with your assistant at your own private table, watching waiters and waitresses move about through all the different tables, serving appetizers and samples of foods to both guests and royals alike.

Music played in the background from an entourage of pianists and violinists, who were playing some piece from Beethoven that you couldn’t recall the name of.

Feeling refreshed, you called over the waiter for yet another glass of champagne, motioning him to fill up Kanroji’s glass as well.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly–” Kanroji protested, to which you waved your hand in front of her.

“C’mon,” you grinned, “you work so hard. Just one glass? Please?”

She huffed in feigned annoyance, but relented as she let the waiter fill up her glass with the bubbly drink.

“You seem much happier now that the maids found one of your spare dresses in the dried laundry, don’t you?” Kanroji grinned.

You nodded, “I feel more beautiful this way. I really disliked that maid uniform. I felt so…inferior.”

“Clothing does not make a princess, you know,” she reminded you simply as you took another bite of food, and Kanroji grimaced as you opened your filled mouth to talk.

“I know. ‘M a princess regardless o’ wha’ ‘m wearin’,” you mumbled before swallowing, “you don’t need to remind me.”

Kanroji sighed as you so easily missed the point she was trying to make, watching as you waved for the waiter to come by, ready to order your meal.

“What should I have prepared for you this flashy evening, your highness?” he asked.

The man before you was tall and muscular, with white hair that fell down his shoulders and crimson eyes that reminded you of rubies. He took out a notepad to write down your orders when you realized his left hand proudly displayed three golden bands which were embedded with diamonds, each one on a separate finger.

You could hardly believe he was just a mere waiter for the castle.

With his looks, you believed he could be doing much better.

“Would it be so bad if I said ‘you’?” you smiled lazily at him, causing him to chuckle at your statement.

“Unfortunately, my princess, I am a happily married man,” he said, pointing to the three rings, “although I wouldn’t be opposed to adding a fourth wife to the family.”

Your nose crinkled in disgust – not because he had multiple wives, no – but because you disliked the idea of having to share him with others.

What belonged to the princess should belong to her alone.

“I’ll pass,” you forced out, “I would, however, like to request the foie gras for my meal tonight, if you could you put that in for me — and, perhaps, a side of toasted baguette with caviar spread will do.”

“Ah, my princess, as much as we are happy to make anything you desire, I must regretfully inform you that we do not have any foie gras for tonight.”

Your blood pressure started to rise. Putting on a fake smile, which was more akin to that of a grimace, you asked, “and what may be the reason for the kitchen being unprepared to take my order?”

“Your highness, I promise that it is not the kitchen’s fault. A strange occurrence, and a most un-flashy one, really – our local farmers have reported that every single one of their animals have escaped, and what’s more- they can’t be found anywhere within the borders of the kingdom.”

You thought back to the morning, when you made note of the usual songbirds outside of your window being absent.

“Do you not have any duck meat preserved?” you asked.

“No, your highness. We hunt the very same day that we prepare the meals so that they’re fresh. Which is why–”

“Which is why you’re supposedly unable to adhere to my request. I heard you the first time. No need to repeat yourself,” you huffed. “If you don’t have any meat, then what do you have?”

Just as the waiter was about to open his mouth, you held up your hand to stop him, “Never mind. Just get me a salad. Now leave us,” you glared at him, disdain heavy in your tone.

“Of course, princess.”

You rolled your eyes as he sauntered away, and Kanroji stared at you with a slight frown on her face.

“What is it?” you asked, taking her hand and holding it.

Kanroji tensed, but allowed her hand to stay rested on yours.

“It’s nothing, I promise,” she started, “I hope that you can be more patient with them, though, they are doing their best to serve you.”

You sighed, “whatever.”

You looked down at her hand, at which point a frown crossed your face.

“Lady Kanroji, since when did you have such an awful scar?”

Looking back up at her, she seemed slightly alarmed, taking her hand away from yours.

“What are you talking about, princess?” She looked down at her own hand, inspecting it as though she didn’t realize she had such a blemish.

“That scar– I don’t know why I only just noticed it, but–” you paused as she showed you her hand once more.

Her hand was flawless.

“You may have had too much to drink, princess, should I escort you back to your room?”

You looked at your assistant in utter confusion, “but–”

“I highly doubt it was anything more than a trick of the light,” she smiled reassuringly. “Let’s get you to your chambers now, alright princess?”

—

You awoke to the pounding of fists against your door, jolting up from your bed.

“Princess! Please open the door!” one of the royal guards shouted from outside your chambers.

Groggily, you walked up and opened it, to find the guard in what seemed to be a slightly confused panic.

“What’s going on?”

“You’ll have to come down to the royal gardens with me, princess, there’s something that was…er– left for you.”

In a huff, you followed his instructions, the guard following closely behind you, winding through corridors and staircases until you reached the outside, where a small crowd consisting mostly of royal staff could be seen huddling around something, exchanging whispers and gasps that were unintelligible.

“What in the hell did you raise me out of my bed for that needed my immediate attention?” you yelled back at the guard, who was only a few paces behind you, “forcing me to go outside while looking this indecent better have a good explanation.”

You pushed your way through the crowd, only to stop short as you gazed at what was before you: a dead cow, one that seemed to be entirely gutted, with its entrails scattered about around its body.

The same guard walked up to you, tapping you on the shoulder before handing you a scroll, “this was laid beside the mauled animal,” he explained.

You unraveled it, only to read something that made you feel rather faint.

Here’s that meat you missed so dearly last night, princess.

You could almost laugh, if it weren’t for how absolutely no one could’ve heard about this conversation besides Lady Kanroji and the waiter himself.

Perhaps he notified the chef and one of the kitchen staff got upset? But that wouldn’t explain how they got the cow in the first place if all the animals are all–

“Princess?”

You looked up at the guard, who’s purple eyes seemed to be glimmering in the light of the morning sun.

“What is it?”

The guard frowned – at what, you couldn’t possibly tell – before he shook his head and walked back toward the castle.

Just as you were about to question him, Lady Kanroji came running out from the palace doors and stopped before you.

“Oh, my princess! I’m so glad you’re alright!” she wailed, seemingly disturbed by the events of this morning.

“I’m fine, but I’ll need each and every one of the kitchen staff that was working last night to be interrogated.”

Kanroji seemed confused, but nodded, deciding not to question your reasoning.

“In the meantime, your highness, would you like to visit your garden again? I know that it tends to calm you down quite a bit and right now you seem quite…frazzled.”

—

“Lady Kanroji, how quickly do flowers usually grow?”

“Your highness, at this point, I have no idea.”

She looked just as confused as you were – gazing upon your garden, which looked entirely different from what it looked like yesterday. Rather than hydrangeas and the occasional foxglove bush blooming, the entire garden had been infested with snapdragons.

“I was here just yesterday, was I not?” you asked rhetorically, and Kanroji nodded in affirmation.

“Yes, you were, my princess.”

You sighed, “I don’t understand – all I wanted was a few peaceful days before I am forced into an arranged marriage. Am I not allowed something as simple as that?”

“Many are not afforded things that may seem simple to others, my princess, perhaps this is how the universe so ordained these few days to unfold.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better about my circumstances, though.”

“Perhaps not, but we can always do our best to make the most of what we are dealt, even if the hand we are given is not the best.”

You listened to her as you looked around the garden, seeing how endless the lines of snapdragon flowers seemed to be, and, in a moment of firm resolve, you lifted up the bottom of your slip before setting your feet bare into the soil.

“What are you doing, your highness? You will dirty your clothing if you–”

“I’m making the most of the hand I’ve been dealt, Lady Kanroji,” you explained, before beginning to weed out the unwanted snapdragon flowers from their roots.

Kanroji smiled, before following suit and helping you in your task, ridding the garden of unwanted plants to restore it to its former glory.

—

It felt like hours since you first arrived to your garden, your night slip entirely dirtied, and your hands caked with soil. The sun beat down on both of you, causing sweat to drip down your face as you smeared it away with your dirtied hands.

A crow flew down and landed in the garden next to you, poking its beak at the bundle of snapdragons that you’d picked out of the soil, you waved at it in order to shoo it away – but to no avail.

“I thought that there were no fauna left in the kingdom,” you mused, and Kanroji giggled softly.

“Apparently this little one didn’t quite catch the memo,” she smiled, causing you to chuckle.

However, another crow flew down a few minutes later, and then another – until there was nearly a flock of crows that surrounded each of you.

“Lady Kanroji–?” you asked, concern lacing your tone as you looked around, with what seemed to be every single crow staring directly at you, as though you were nothing but prey to them.

It started off with one crow – which flew toward you and started picking at your night slip with its beak. You tried shooing it off, but doing so only invited another crow, and another, and another to do the same.

“Stop! What– stop!” you screamed as the crows continued tearing at your slip, leaving holes and cuts all throughout the thin cloth. You knelt to the ground, curling yourself into a tight ball as the crows hovered closely above you.

Until finally, the torment ceased.

Standing up, you looked around to see them flying away, before looking back at your assistant who seemed absolutely horrified by what just occurred.

“Your highness–”

“Don’t. Say. A word,” you seethed, tears starting to brim your eyes before you rushed back to your chambers, Kanroji following closely behind you.

—

Sanemi’s POV

A yell of frustration could be heard from your chambers, causing a silent snicker to pass through his lips.

He couldn’t help that he loved messing with you: you were the perfect prey for someone like him. Someone in a place of authority who needed to be knocked down a few pegs; a bratty princess who wanted everything to go her way – regardless of if it hurt those around her or not.

Not only that, but the noises you made were music to his ears – how you’d groan and grumble and scream – all because of him.

He was the one who was causing you all this grief.

And he loved it.

Unfortunately, it seemed that missing clothes and cooking ingredients were just not enough to make you absolutely lose your sense of control.

“Kanroji!” you yelled from your chambers, causing his ears to perk up. You always had your poor assistant help you out, he realized, it was only ever a matter of time before her name could be heard from your lips.

It pissed him off, really, that assistant of yours – she would always be there to step in and help you, no matter how terrible your behavior was.

However, it seemed today that your assistant was nowhere to be found, and so he had the privilege of reveling in your annoyed grumbles for that much longer.

After what seemed to be about half of an hour, your chamber doors finally opened.

He decided that your expression must’ve been priceless, so he took the shape of a female guard and walked down towards your chamber doors.

However, he couldn’t stop his mouth from falling agape upon seeing you.

Your dress – which he intentionally shrunk down a size, caused your tits to spill out from the top of it. Not only that, but your skirt only went down to your mid-thigh, and he could only imagine what a sight it would be if you bent over to pick something up.

He was frozen – he hated you, hated authority. He despised how you thought that you were simply better than everyone else – that it was somehow your birthright to be above everyone else.

So, why was he awestruck by the sudden beauty that was before him?

You turned your head to him – or, the female guard that he was disguised as – and gave him a nasty glare.

“The hell are you looking at?” you asked.

If there were a higher power, Sanemi would’ve thanked them a hundred times over for the fact that his shapeshifting ability could hide the hardening bulge in his pants.

After a moment, he managed to find his voice – and thankfully he remembered to make it fit the character he was playing as.

“Apologies, princess, did you need help with anything?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed before marching away from him, and he couldn’t help but smirk as your figure turned down another long corridor.

Out of all the people he’s fucked with, you were definitely his favorite.

—

“Shit, princess, got me so fuckin’ worked up over nothing, didn’t ya?” Sanemi muttered under his breath as he fisted his stiff cock, not even bothering to start slowly as he fucked his hand with each unrelenting stroke.

The precum seeped out from his tip, allowing his hand to glide even faster along his thick length; he was harsh with it, the muscles in his forearm nearly burning at the pace of his movements.

Sanemi snuck into your room after you left – having now memorized your daily schedule, he didn’t need to worry about you catching him in the act. It would be at least an hour before you returned to your chambers, giving him plenty of time to cum before then.

He laid upon your bed – the mattress softer than anything he ever had the luxury of experiencing before – as he stroked himself to the thought of ruining you.

He wondered if the plush of your skin would be even softer.

Gods, how he would love to trace his roughened hands along your delicate body, squeezing your tits, groping your ass.

You could stand to have a bit of punishment too, he thought before envisioning how he’d have you on your hands and knees, smacking your ass until it was red and sore.

Or maybe humiliation would be better?

He groaned as he thrust up into his hand as he thought of all the ways he could ruin your status, humiliating you in front of hundreds – no, thousands – of your subjects.

Maybe he could take it a step further than he usually would this time – oh, how he’d love to ruin you until you were nothing more than a needy slut for his cock.

“Fuck–” he grunted, before turning his head to the side, where he eyed a pair of your discarded panties in the corner of your room.

“Fuckin’ brat never learns to clean up after herself,” he muttered, climbing out of your bed to go pick them up.

Lucky me, he thought, bringing your panties up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his knees nearly buckling.

Somehow, the head of his cock turned an even angrier shade of red after breathing in your scent, with his length getting so stiff that it almost hurt.

“Fuck– princess,” he groaned, “smell so fuckin’ good,” he added, walking back to your bed before inhaling more of your musk, hips bucking involuntarily into his hand – his cock getting impossibly harder as he fucked himself to the thought of you.

“Gonna make me fuckin’ cum like this, you fuckin’ brat.”

His abdomen tensed as his seed shot out from his reddened tip, spilling it all over his hand and lower stomach. He hissed as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm before pulling his hand back and letting it fall against the mattress, panting heavily.

“Are you sure you don’t have any spare clothes that fit, my princess?”

Sanemi’s eyes shot open, hearing your assistant’s voice from outside the door.

“Yes, I checked every single one and they’re all too tight! I’ve had difficulty breathing all morning because of this stupid outfit!”

You shouldn’t be back yet, he thought, but then again he did disrupt your morning for the third time this week – perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised.

He shot up from your bed, quickly stripping it as well as gathering any dirty clothing you had lying around before transforming himself into a maid.

The door opened, and Sanemi had to hold back a grin when he saw how frustrated you were, his cock starting to harden once more upon seeing your face contorted into a pout.

“Why are you here?” you asked him, before your assistant put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Leave her be, my princess, she’s just doing her job.”

Sanemi nodded to her and took the linen that he had gathered out of your chambers, leaving you and your assistant alone for the time being.

By the time he was out of sight, he snapped his fingers – causing the linen to disappear completely.

It’s not like you’d care about missing some bedsheets for a while, right?

—

Y/N’s POV

You awoke the next day to the smell of smoke.

You weren’t able to sleep much anyway — namely due to being limited to a simple blanket as you laid on your bare mattress — all because the maid who took your sheets didn’t bother to communicate with anyone else that your bed would need to be made before you retired for the night.

After dipping in and out of sleep, tossing and turning in your freezing room, the sun had finally started to rise, and, although you usually never awoke before it was at least halfway up in the sky, today your sense of grogginess was replaced by complete alarm.

Was the castle burning?

You ran to the doors of your chamber, your already too-tight night slip nearly causing you to trip as you reached for its handle.

Cold.

You slowly opened the door, and the absence of flames relieved you.

Only thinking of yourself, you carefully made your way down staircases and through corridors – the smoke only becoming more intense the further down you went.

Perhaps a kitchen fire?

Yet, as you found your way to the castle entrance, you started to realize that the smoke had been coming from outside rather than in the castle.

Careful to not show your face through any windows – in order to protect yourself from being targeted by any potential enemies or rioters outside – you listened for voices and yelling to determine if the castle was under siege.

But, other than the distant crackling of flames, the night was silent.

Exhaling your fear, you gained enough courage to peek through one of the windows. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, you thought to go outside so you could locate the source of the smoke.

The castle door creaked open, and a plume of smoke entered through the doorway, resulting in a series of coughs which erupted from your throat. The grass you were on was dry as you walked further, the blades poking at the soles of your feet with each step.

You saw the orange glow of the flames in the distance, and, by the time you got close enough to see what was burning, your blood ran cold.

Your garden.

The entire area had been engulfed in flames – the plants reduced to cinders and ash.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you watched the only place you felt true peace burn to the ground, the fire growing in size until reaching a crescendo of roaring crackles as it burned every remaining piece of your soul, unrelenting until the fire decided to quell itself, returning the borrowed flames to the sun as it rose above the horizon.

Until what remained was nothing but char and dirt.

You sat there for what felt like hours, sitting silently as your eyes reddened – from the smoke or from crying, one wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Your highness…” you heard a soft voice behind you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around.

The gentle, reassuring hand of your lady-in-waiting laid upon your shoulder once more – just as it had many times this past week. It was her way of consoling you, no matter how horrible things were.

“I’m so sorry,” was all she could offer, squeezing your shoulder as you gazed upon your garden – or what was left of it – in silence.

“Thank you, Mitsuri – but this isn’t your fault.”

Your friend sat down beside you, rubbing your back as you two watched the remaining embers flicker in and out of existence.

Until there was nothing else left for you to have.

—

Sanemi’s POV

Sanemi was smug – surely a fire would get your attention, would it not?

It was his last resort, but you had just been so awfully bratty and hostile to those around you.

He couldn’t just stand by the sidelines and let that happen, right?

The afternoon was eerily quiet, he hadn’t heard you yell for your assistant once today. Once you got back from your silly little playground, you locked yourself up in your room, not opening up for anyone.

So, that evening, he took on the form of that one maid again, and stole a skeleton key from one of the royal staff.

“Princess? May I come in?” He knocked on your door, and, after hearing no response, decided to unlock it, knocking once more as he entered.

You were sitting on your bed, staring into nothing, your hands lay silent in your lap.

“Princess?”

“What do you want?” you nearly whispered, as though the room around you might shatter into pieces should you speak any louder.

“Er–” Sanemi quickly skimmed through your daily schedule – something he had memorized every detail of – in order to come up with some excuse for interrupting your time alone.

However, he did not have time to answer, as you stood up and held your arms out from your sides – your expression flat and emotionless as your eyes remained fixed on the ground before you.

“Apologies, that was a stupid question,” you continued, your tone almost dejected before looking up at the maid before you, “It’s time for my bath, isn’t that right?”

“Yes– yes, princess, of course,” Sanemi stuttered.

You simply stared, before speaking up, “well? Are you going to undress me or not?”

Sanemi’s ears flushed a bright red, but did indeed walk behind you – not wishing to reveal himself as an imposter by acting strange – and started to lift up your night slip, the very one you hadn’t changed out of since last night.

You smelled of burning ash, which wasn’t much of a surprise to him – but he didn’t expect you to withstand the smoke for so long, just to stare at the flames that he created.

He removed your night slip, using all of his willpower to not stare down at you while you were indecent.

“Take me to my bath, please,” you requested silently, and, to much of his surprise, he obeyed without a second thought.

He took your hand, leading you to your bathroom, where he simultaneously filled up your tub with warm water with the slight wave of his hand – as though it had been prepared for you all along, as though he knew this would be what he was getting into as he entered your room – your home.

You sat down in the clear water, ash ebbing off of you in ripples as water gently sloshed around you. He reached for a nearby cloth, and lathered it in soap, before rubbing it up and down your back, bubbles forming with each swipe of the cloth.

You remained oddly silent, letting him wash you as he pleased – of course, you didn’t know it was him.

He doubted you’d let him be within ten feet of you if he wasn’t acting as someone else.

Yet, when he went to clean your shoulders, he placed his false, dainty hand upon your shoulder, and you sniffled.

You were crying.

“Princess?” he asked cautiously.

You brought your hands up to your face, hiding yourself from the maid that washed you.

“What is happening to me?” you sobbed silently, breaths shaky as you inhaled, “My last few days have been horrible, and today was just— my garden is gone.”

Normally, Sanemi would feel a spark of pride upon hearing that he got under his victim’s skin, but now, he felt nothing but pure guilt.

Had he gone too far?

“Perhaps I’ve been cursed,” you whispered, “all I wanted was to live my last few days before I'm married in peace. I’m to be wed to someone that I don’t know the first thing about, to be silent and obedient, adhering to my husband’s every wish.”

He remained silent, unsure of what to say – he had been the cause of your suffering, at least in the short-term. This marriage of yours seemed unavoidable, something you’d have to endure for god knows how long.

He turned your face by your chin, gently pressing the washcloth to your cheeks, wiping away soot and tears with a few simple strokes.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong, it all feels so– so unjust,” you confessed.

Had Sanemi not had centuries upon centuries to learn keeping up facades, he would have given himself away right then and there. In a mere second, you managed to replace the guilt that festered within his heart with pure rage.

How blind were you?

He said nothing as he finished washing you up, being careful to not scrub harshly at your skin despite his anger and hatred, and then toweled you up by the time he had finished.

“Good night, princess,” he uttered before leaving you to dry yourself, resolving to not take a single glance back as you looked at him – or, looked at the maid – in pure confusion and hurt.

—

Y/N’s POV

“My princess,” Mitsuri whispered as she woke you up, “you slept for so long – it’s about time to get ready for the ball tonight.”

Your eyes shot open, anxiety spiking in your chest, “already?”

Mitsuri nodded, eyes softening in concern for you.

Fuck.

Mitsuri brought in a champagne colored dress which had been specially designed for you – taking all of your measurements into consideration, as well as a white mask with gold lining, and white feathers which were reminiscent of a swan.

Mitsuri helped lace up the dress, which, unlike the rest of your outfits, thankfully fit quite well. She then placed the mask on your face, before taking your hand and gently leading you down to the great hall – where the festivities would soon begin.

Upon opening the doors, it became difficult to breathe, with people clustered together, voices clashing together as conversations carried through the hall. There was some dancing, yet those who were taking their chances on the ballroom floor seemed rather clumsy and uncoordinated in their steps, while those who were on the sidelines speaking with relatives and strangers alike sampled foods from trays that disappeared and reappeared along with the waiters that weaved haphazardly through the hall.

You walked toward the front of the room, picking up your dress so as to not trip on the ornate staircase which led up to where your father – and King – waited for you.

“You look quite beautiful, my child, I hope you will be able to enjoy tonight’s celebrations,” he beamed, and you nodded in response.

“Are there any plans you have for me, father?”

“I do have a few princes I’d like for you to meet – namely those from the Agatsuma, Iguro, and Rengoku bloodlines. They all show promise – perhaps some more than others – of being benevolent rulers.”

As though prompted, a blonde man walked up the stairs toward you and your father, his hand shaky as he extended it toward you. Otherwise, there were no particular qualities of his that stood out to you. You looked at him expectantly, awaiting some sort of introduction.

“Y-your highness! May– may I please have your first dance of the night?” the man before you sputtered, and it took everything within you to properly school your expression so that your father wouldn’t scold you for poor behavior.

“May I know who I have the pleasure of dancing with?” you managed to ask the blonde, who seemed as though he would keel over and faint at just about any moment.

“Oh– I’m Zenitsu Agastuma, sorry–” he introduced himself, bowing before you.

Reluctantly, you curtseyed back, before placing your hand in his, grimacing at the clamminess of his skin.

He placed his other hand on top of yours, “Thank you! I promise you won’t regret this!”

He took you down to the floor, muttering brief apologies to every person you two passed by. By the time you two the center of the great hall, he took one of your hands and placed it on his left shoulder blade, before taking his right hand in your left.

“Are you expecting me to lead?” you asked, and his face went bright red.

“If that’s alright with you, my lovely princess, and– if we could just do a simple box step, perhaps? I– I’m not too good with dancing,” he said sheepishly.

You sighed, deciding to take the lead in a box step, with him following each of your movements, until he tripped over your shoes.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he exclaimed, obviously nervous, his movements short and jittery with each subsequent step.

You sighed, but then he tripped over your feet again, and again, muttering out apology after apology each time.

By the time the song had finished, you’d had enough of him and walked him off of the dance floor.

“Wait– please! Give me another chance! I– I promise I’d be a good husband, please!” he babbled, tears flowing down past his mask and down his cheeks. You forced him off of you, shaking your hand so he’d let go.

You went to sit down next to your father, who seemed to be chuckling in amusement.

“Are you laughing at me, father?” you asked, your tone tense after what humiliation the blonde had caused you in front of your subjects.

“No, no– I promise I’m not,” he smiled, before summoning the next prince that he’d mentioned – a rather short man with black hair. Through his mask, you could see that his eyes were quite beautiful – being two separate colors.

Yet, his eyes were elsewhere, staring longingly at your friend, Mitsuri, rather than you.

“Erm– hello, may I ask for your name?” you asked the man.

“Hmm? I’m not interested,” he said curtly, “I decline the opportunity to dance with you, princess.”

Your mouth hung open, absolutely offended by the man before you.

“Are you absolutely sure, Prince Iguro?” your father questioned, and the prince nodded in affirmation.

“Yes, please honor my choice, your highness.”

Your father sighed, dismissing him and the prince quickly found his way to Mitsuri, who started blushing up a storm as soon as he started speaking with her.

At least one of us will have a chance at finding love tonight, you thought.

The last prince whom your father mentioned was summoned next, a young man who seemed rather jovial and filled with vigor, with hair that resembled that of flames themselves and eyes that were reminiscent of crackling embers.

“Your highness, would you be so kind and allow me to dance with you?” he smiled, a grin that was infectious as it caused you to return your own.

“Of course,” you happily responded.

He took your hand, kissing your knuckles before leading you back to the center of the ballroom, placing a hand on your left shoulder and leading you into the dance.

“I hope that this evening has fared well for you so far, my dear princess,” he said, twirling you around.

It was comforting – he was comforting. He provided you with air where you felt you could not breathe.

“It is going much better now that I am here with you, dear prince,” you smiled, “may I ask for your name?”

“Kyojuro Rengoku,” he answered, before leaning you into a dip and bringing you back upright, guiding you into another step, and another.

He was incredibly smooth with his movements – all until a waiter accidentally bumped into him, spilling wine down the back of his suit.

“My prince! I’m so, so sorry–” the waiter apologized, trying to clean up his suit with a spare cloth.

Kyojuro simply laughed it off, “it’s quite alright, dear waiter,” before turning to you, whispering “I’ll go get changed, and then I’ll be back for you, alright, my dear princess?”

You felt a warmth creep up your cheeks before nodding, seeing him give you a quick wink before he was off.

Your observing of the kind prince was interrupted by a gentle touch to your shoulder. Thinking it was Mitsuri, you turned around with a smile on your face, which quickly faded into one of confusion upon seeing the person in front of you.

“Hello, princess, may I have your next dance?”

The man before you was about as tall as Kyojuro, with white hair that seemed untamable. A man who displayed scars in every place of exposed skin, his raven mask unable to fully conceal the ones on his face.

Perhaps he was a royal knight of some sort?

“And who are you, may I ask?” you inquired, and a small smirk stretched along his lips.

“Sanemi, dear princess, my name is Sanemi.”

He extended his hand, which you observed had a similar scar to the one you thought Mitsuri had just a few nights ago.

Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his – immediately noting the warmth and roughness of his skin – as though he’d spent years working with them. His grip was firm, but not harsh – indicating knowledge of his own strength.

His right hand slid down to the small of your back, finding its purchase just above your hip – not daring to go lower. He led you into a similar waltz that Kyojuro placed you in, yet, this one somehow felt more…intimate.

“Sanemi,” you started, rolling his name along the tip of your tongue, “do you not possess a last name? Or are you perhaps a scoundrel with a tarnished reputation?” you teased, each step between the two of you smooth, almost calculated as he led you through the ballroom.

“Do you believe you have earned my last name, princess?” he whispered hotly, to which you felt heat prickle along your face.

He chuckled, “apparently not. But–” he led you into a quick spin, before pulling you close once more, “if you get to know me well enough, perhaps I’d be so willing to indulge in your curiosity.”

“Get to know you? Is that supposed to be some sort of challenge?”

“If that is how you perceive it,” he responded vaguely.

Curious, you were – the man before you hauntingly beautiful, the smoothness of his voice and his mystery, combined with his confidence made it difficult to believe he wasn’t of royal blood..

He’d definitely be fit as a King, you thought.

“What, may I ask, is your occupation then, Sanemi?” you asked, wishing to glean more information from the masked man.

“I’ve done quite a few things in my life, and I’d say that I'm competent in all that I do, princess.”

“A jack of all trades is a master of none, you should know,” you challenged.

“Ah, but oftentimes better than a master of one,” he continued, leaning closely into you, his breath gracing your ear, “and trust me darling, I’m a master of all of my works.”

Your face heated up at his claim, thanking the fact that he’d led you into a spin, so you could somewhat hide your embarrassment.

“Is that so? Then I think you’d have to show me one day, Sanemi.”

“Who’s to say that I haven’t already?” he avowed, his violet eyes sparkling behind his mask with knowledge unknown to you.

“What do you mean?” you inquired, side-stepping before he leaned you into a dip, his eyes looking directly into yours as he leaned closely into you.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, dear princess, I promise you’ll find out soon enough.”

As he brought you back upright, he parted from you, before taking your hand and kissing your knuckles – just as the prince before him did.

With his other hand, seemingly from nowhere, he pulled out an orange lily, and placed it into the hand that he kissed.

“I found this growing on the outskirts of your garden just yesterday. Such a shame the beautiful thing burned down.”

Speechless, you took the lily from him.

“Your condolences are appreciated.” You brought the lily up to your nose to take in its scent, before smiling at him and curtseying. “Thank you for the flower, and the dance, Sanemi, I’ll do well to remember you.”

—

“Father, please, I implore you to tell me who you have decided upon,” you begged, having waited impatiently until a majority of guests had exited the palace and gone home. Maids and servants proceeded with cleaning up the hall quickly after most of the festivities died down, and by now, most tables had chairs overturned on top of them, and mops could be found in use scattered throughout the ballroom floor.

“My dear child, I am not able to give you an answer as you so wish. My advisors and I will need to convene and discuss our thoughts on what marriage would prove best for our kingdom.”

“Well, if you’d let me, I’d hope that you’d keep in mind that prince from the Ren–”

“My dear, as much as I’d love to take into consideration your opinion, this is a matter of kingdom survival, and thus my advisor’s opinions will have much more weight than my own child’s.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape, “but, didn’t you promise that you’d take into consideration the prince I got along most kindly with?”

“I did, my dear, but I have decided to rescind that statement. After your rather childish tantrum you displayed in front of me and my advisors, I came to the realization that you are not mature enough to make decisions that take more than just yourself into consideration.”

“But–”

“Child, indeed it is a most regrettable decision, but if I am to keep the kingdom’s interests in mind, then I will do what I believe is best.”

Tears of anger brimmed in your eyes as you once again stormed away from your father, exiting through the rather large doors at the end of the great hall and marching through them. You raced toward your chambers, where you wished to sob into your pillow until the morning came.

“Your father is right, you know,” a low voice spoke from one of the more darkened corridors as you passed by, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

Looking around, you saw no one – you were alone, and yet, somewhere, someone was speaking to you.

Not only that, but they’d also listened in on the conversation you’d had with your father.

You peeked down one corridor, trying to make out a figure in the shadows, when you were suddenly pushed into the stone wall, a hand reaching around your mouth as a body held you in place.

“Don’t. Scream.”

A muffled cry came out of your throat, which prompted the assailant to point a cold, metal blade to your throat.

“The hell did I just fuckin’ tell you, sweetheart?”

Your breathing became rapid, panic ensuing as the knife trailed down your throat – just gentle enough so as to not draw any blood.

“Y’know, princess, I’ve been tryin’ to get you to see your wrongdoings this entire fuckin’ week,” the stranger started, “but you just don’t fuckin’ learn, do ya?”

Your eyes widened as you realized this person had been responsible for everything.

Including your garden.

In a fit of rage, you tried biting your assailant's hand, to which he simply moved it to constrict lightly around your throat.

“Oho–! Do we have a biter here, sweet thing? And to think that I always thought your bark was worse…”

“You bastard, let me go! I’ll have your fuckin’ head for this!”

“Oh sweetheart, you’ll definitely have my head, but not in the way you seem to think. Y’see, I’ve been tryin’ so fuckin’ hard to get you to understand how pretentious you are, how much of a snob you are, and, frankly, I’ve run out of ideas, princess.”

He turned your face towards him, making you realize it was the same person who’d danced with you at the ball – the man with the scars, the white, unruly hair, and his strikingly violet eyes.

“Sanemi?” you asked, even though in your heart you knew it was him.

Sanemi grinned, “ah, so you do have a brain up there in that pretty little head of yours,” he sneered at you, “then maybe this last little lesson I give you will be the one that finally sticks.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” you hissed, and Sanemi chuckled as you struggled against him.

“Oh, princess, have you not realized what I’m gonna do yet?” he cooed mockingly, “I’m gonna fuck the brattiness out of you, sweetheart.”

A small gasp left your lips at his assertion, yet, you couldn’t help the feeling of heat spreading both across your cheeks, as well as the kindling of flames within your lower stomach.

You were to be forcefully married, to live a life of servitude to your husband – who will be pronounced King once your father passes, to endure a loveless marriage – with tolerance of your significant other being the most you could possibly hope for.

You could have a little fun before all that, couldn’t you?

Sanemi darkly chucked behind you, “I can smell your arousal, sweet thing, you really do want this, don’t ya?”

The man threw the knife to the ground before licking a stripe up your neck and leaving bites across the expanse of your skin, starting with your earlobe and working his way down to your shoulder, teeth sharp as they grazed along your body.

You shivered, embarrassment flooding your veins at how you reacted to his touch – you shouldn’t want this, you were a princess, a proper lady who knew that doing such acts before marriage was scandalous.

But, did you truly care about your marriage?

With each brush of his roughened hands against your skin, the consequences that threatened your wishes of this continuing faded further and further.

Sanemi worked his hands to the center of your back, his fingers deftly untying the lace of your dress – as though he had experience in such skills before this.

“Such a fuckin’ slut, wishing for me to take you before you’re married – what would your father think?” he asked mockingly as he pushed your dress down, revealing your breasts to him.

“Oh– that’s right, you don’t care much of what he– or anyone– thinks, do you?” he answered his own question, before leaning down and pursing his lips around one of your nipples, sucking harshly at your tits, earning a soft gasp from you as your face contorted at the sensation. His tongue laved against the softness of your skin, before biting down – making you let out a sharp hiss before bringing your hand up to his hair and tugging at it.

He looked up at you, hate and lust evident in his eyes as he pulled off of you with a lewd pop, and, just before you thought he would move on to the other tit and perform the same actions, he instead raised his hand and gave a sudden, hard slap to your breast.

“Ah–!” you gasped, evoking a laugh from him.

“Oh, do you like pain, brat?” he taunted, causing you to flush intensely across your cheeks as he landed another slap to your other tit, to which you let out another, shorter gasp from you.

“Answer the question, slut.”

Whimpering, you slowly nodded, and he grinned before roughly grabbing at your tits, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

“Then get on your knees f’ me.”

You looked at him as though he were crazy, but, with one last slap to your tits, you quickly complied, lowering yourself to the ground.

“Isn’t this a sweet sight?” Sanemi chuckled, “a princess kneeling before someone else – how cute.”

Humiliation seeped into your veins as you looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes with your own, until he forced your chin up, and– after a small wave of his hand, you felt someone else pushing you down onto all fours. Flinching at the contact, you quickly turned your head around to see another Sanemi staring back at you – fully naked and littered with scars.

“What–” you started, before the second Sanemi started to rip your dress off of you – ruining it beyond repair.

“Oh, are you surprised, princess?” the original Sanemi asked, “how did you think all of the shit that happened to you this past week came about?”

Before you could answer, a rough smack landed on your ass, the strength of it causing you to be pushed forward as you whined at the stinging pain that Sanemi’s hand left behind.

“That’s one, brat, I think you could stand to handle a bit more, can’t you?” the Sanemi in front of you decided before taking his cock out of his pants as the one behind you dealt a smack to your other asscheek. He started stroking his cock with his fist as his double continued his assault behind you.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet already,” muttered the one behind you, as you felt two fingers dip in between your folds – collecting your slick before landing another blow, “such a goddamn whore, aren’t ya? And all from being spanked? You’re fuckin’ filthy, princess.”

Smack!

Tears were starting to escape your eyes – your ass starting to feel raw from the constant blows. The tears found their way down your cheeks before the Sanemi in front of you lifted your chin up with one hand, stroking his cock furiously with the other as he groaned at the sight in front of him.

“Fuck– I’ve wanted to ruin you all week, princess, make you nothing more than a whore for my cock – to turn you into a braindead fucktoy all for my pleasure.”

You whined at his confession, leaning forward a little in an attempt to catch his lips with yours before he pulled away from you, leaving you feeling unfulfilled before his clone landed a harsh slap to your pussy – causing you to yelp as the clone started to prod his fingers at your entrance.

“Please, more,” you begged.

“Hmmm, I don’t think you deserve more, princess,” Sanemi smirked, before closing the distance between you and his cock – the tip of which blushing a deep red as precum seeped out from it.

“Be a good girl for once and earn your pleasure.”

You hesitantly looked up at him, before reaching out your hand and delicately wrapping it around his thick cock. Sanemi hissed, not fully expecting how soft and plush your hand would feel when wrapped around him.

Starting out with some slow, gentle strokes, Sanemi started bucking slightly into your hand – not used to how languid and soft your movements were. You traced your thumb over his leaking slit, gathering his precum before moving back down his length.

The clone behind you finally pushed his fingers deeper into you, making you whine at the intrusion as he curled his fingers inside your wet heat, moving at about the same pace that you stroked the other one’s cock, repeatedly pressing into that one area that pulsed pleasure through your abdomen with each movement. You writhed in his hold, resulting in him using his other arm to keep your hips in place as he fucked you with his fingers.

“M-More,” you whimpered, closing your eyes at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, his tortuous pace and his hold on your hips forcing you to take only what he decided to give you – what he thought you deserved.

“Uh uh–” Sanemi tutted, grabbing your perfectly styled hair into his fist, pulling your head up toward him, “keep your eyes open, brat, you still gotta work on my cock, remember?”

You nodded, opening your eyes as you focused on stroking his cock, increasing the speed at which your hand glided along his length.

Sanemi’s fingers, too, picked up a faster pace, two of his clone’s thick digits pumping in and out of you, until the only sounds that could be heard were the slick of your hands working on each other and the soft grunts and moans coming from each of your throats.

Then, without warning, the clone decided to remove his fingers from your pussy. Whining, you tried pushing your hips back to receive more attention from him, only to let out a shaky moan when you felt his wet tongue travel along your slit.

“Fu–uh–ck” you shuddered as he lapped up your juices, his hands spreading along the meat of your ass, making you wince slightly from remnants of the earlier punishment you received.

“Shit, you taste so fuckin’ good,” the clone muttered as he licked a broad stripe up your cunt, “fuckin’ knew you would, princess, you always smelled so damn sweet.”

“H-Hah–?” you tried to conjure a response, which more so resembled that of a moan as it tumbled out between your lips.

“C’mon, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you stupid already, princess,” Sanemi chuckled, “just what do you think happened to all that clothing of yours? Especially your panties– god I couldn’t get enough of ‘em, your scent would linger for so damn long.”

An intense heat bloomed along your cheeks, realizing just exactly what he meant.

Sanemi’s clone groaned as he plunged his tongue into your heat, lapping up everything you gave him as he ate you out. You continued stroking the other’s thick length, bringing your lips to the tip of his cock, experimentally licking at his leaking slit. Sanemi’s grip on your hair tightened, encouraging you to keep going – to keep serving him.

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, a soft hum sending vibrations down his length as you reveled in the way his clone was sucking at your clit. Hollowing your cheeks, you started sucking at his bulbous head, using your tongue to lap up any precum that seeped out of his weeping slit. Sanemi pushed your head further down, impatient with you only giving attention to his reddened tip, which caused you to choke along his length as it entered the back of your throat, tears pooling around your eyes as your lips swollen lips took inch after inch of his thick cock.

“Fuck– that’s it, princess, just hold on a lil’ longer f’ me,” he grinned as he looked down at the mess you were quickly becoming, gagging around him like the good little slut you were, until he finally let you off of his cock, with you gasping for air.

Yet, his clone didn’t stop his assault on your cunt, switching between licking and sucking at your clit and feasting on the sweetness that came out of your wet heat. The original Sanemi put his hand underneath your chin once more, forcing you to look up at him as the tension in your stomach got tighter and tighter.

“God– so good,” you whined, relishing in how Sanemi’s tongue felt against your wet cunt, looking up at the one in front of you with the prettiest, watery eyes that he’d ever seen, eyes which begged him to let you cum.

Yet, just as the warmth in your stomach was about to spill over, the clone removed his mouth from your pussy, leaving you to clench around nothing as you whined and pouted at the one in front of you.

Both of them let out a light snicker, until the one holding your chin knelt down in front of you, grinning as he stared down at your pathetic form.

“Did you really think I’d let you cum so easily, little brat?” he inquired, the raspiness of his throat making his question all the more intimidating. You shook your head, knowing better than to argue or beg for what you wanted.

The Sanemi behind you gave a sharp slap to your pussy, causing you to yelp from how sensitive you were from the pleasure his tongue gave you only seconds before.

“Please– wan’ your cock, wan’ to cum around it,” you whined pathetically, trying to wiggle your hips as they were held in place by the clone behind you.

Sanemi’s eyes were wild as he smirked down at you, “Oh? You want my cock, princess? You want me to ruin you completely – make you a complete mess until you’re nothing but a hole for me to fill?”

You nodded quickly, eyes glossed over as he described what he could do to you.

“Fine, just because you begged so sweetly for it – but you won’t be getting my cock, princess – not yet. You’ll have to make do with my double’s – think you can do that for me?”

“Yes– please, anything, plea–ah!”

Without warning, the clone behind you shoved himself balls deep inside of your hot cunt, breaking past the thin tissue near your opening and pushing deeper, until his tip nearly kissed your cervix.

Sanemi’s thrusts were rough, plunging into your heat fully with each strong push of his hips. His balls slapped against your clit, providing extra stimulation as he fucked himself into you, turning you into a whining, moaning mess.

The original Sanemi took in every expression and movement you made, relishing in how he was finally able to break you down into tiny little pieces. He grabbed his cock as his clone continued pumping into you, and started fisting himself at an equally fast pace.

“Look at yourself, princess, so fuckin’ pathetic, aren’t ya?” he grinned, “you’d always carry yourself like you were the most important person in the room – like no one else mattered but you, all because of your goddamn status.”

You whined in response, unable to verbalize anything as your mind softened with every single thrust of his cock; you were becoming malleable, your mind opening and wishing to be molded by him the more he fucked you.

“I reject all of that. You were never important – you’re nothing but a fuckin’ brat for me to tame, a slut who needs nothing but a cock to make her happy.”

He slapped your face with his cock, some of the release which seeped out from his tip managing to find itself on your cheeks before he began stroking himself at a furious pace once more. His other clone pounded himself into your cunt, the blunt head of it fucking that one spot inside of you which made your mind go blank.

He was right – you weren’t a princess, you weren’t someone with status or wealth or royal blood – you were nothing but a hole all this time for him to use and fill, a cumslut, a cocksleeve – all for the man in front of you.

How could you be so blind?

All you could do was moan, becoming more and more pathetic as his clone filled you with his cock, clenching around it and gripping his cock like a vice, your cunt sucking him back in every single time he pulled out.

But it wasn’t enough.

You needed – you craved the Sanemi in front of you. You needed him – not his clone, to take you, to truly beat you into submission like the dumb little brat you were.

“Please, please Sanemi– I need you,” you begged with the man in front of you, tears filling your eyes once more as you pleaded for him to fill you – to make you his.

The Sanemi in front of you said nothing before standing up to his full height as his clone removed his cock from you. The original Sanemi waved his hand yet again, this time allowing a cushioned mattress to appear in the small, dark corridor the two of you were in.

The clone sat down on the mattress, before the original followed suit.

“Sit on my lap,” he demanded, and you obeyed immediately – thighs wrapping around his waist as he slipped his cock into you, to which your head fell to his shoulder as you let out what could only be described as a sigh of relief.

Sanemi gripped your hips, moving you up and down on his cock so you could get an understanding of what he wanted you to do, showing you exactly how he wanted you to bounce on his dick.

It wasn’t long before you grew enough confidence to perform the action by yourself, moving your hips up and down as you fucked yourself on his cock. Your arms found their way around his neck as you whimpered softly into his ear as you impaled yourself on him again and again – with no thoughts going through your mind other than the desire to make him feel good.

At some point, you noticed his clone behind you, a single digit nudging at the entrance of your asshole, pushing and prodding his finger gently so he could fully enter it inside of you. Heat prickled against your cheeks as you forced yourself to relax rather than tense at the unfamiliar contact – allowing the clone’s finger to work its way into your ass.

You continued to fuck yourself on Sanemi’s cock as one finger became two, opening you up further and further, before you felt a lubricant of some sort being conjured from the clone’s fingers, allowing him easier access to your hole as he continued fingering you.

“Relax f’ me, sweetheart,” the clone muttered as you whimpered in response, your movements slowing as you noticed his cock pressing against your ass – which had also been covered in lube – before slowly pushing into you.

You choked on a moan as you felt him stretch you out more than you thought possible, having fully stopped your movements in order to focus on accommodating his massive length inside of you.

Realizing this, Sanemi readjusted himself so that he was laying on his back, heels digging into the mattress before continuing to fuck into you. His clone got up on his knees before entering himself back into your tight hole, entering you when the other Sanemi pulled out – constantly being filled by either one of them without end.

“Fuckk,” you groaned, mind addled with pleasure as the two Sanemis kept filling you with their cocks, unrelenting in their thrusts as they bullied themselves deeper and deeper into your holes. You felt that same pressure building up in your abdomen again, becoming tighter and tighter with each plunge of their cocks.

“Please, ‘m gonna– ‘m gonna,” you begged Sanemi once more as your tears started to flow freely down your cheeks, pleading with him to let you cum.

“No. You’re gonna fuckin’ hold it. You don’t get to cum until I tell you to,” he answered, making you whine yet again at how unfair he was being.

They started fucking you even harder, thrusts unrelenting as they took turns filling you up. It took everything within you to not cum – to obey Sanemi’s command, shutting your eyes tightly as you tried focusing on anything other than how good they were making you feel.

Both Sanemi and his clone’s thrusts started to become sloppier, rutting into you as they both started to reach their own ends.

“I’m gonna cum in this fuckin’ pussy,” Sanemi growled, his voice raspy as he fucked into you, his cock starting to twitch as he neared orgasm, “gonna cum in my pussy, isn’t that right, brat?”

You nodded, “Please! Need your cum Sanemi, please cum inside me–!”

With one final stroke, both him and his clone released deep inside of you – flooding both of your holes with their hot ropes of cum.

“Fuck! Too– too much! Gonna– ah!”

You couldn’t help it– the feeling of them filling you up felt too good. Despite desperately wishing to obey Sanemi’s order, you ended up orgasming all over their cocks, gushing around them as warm ropes filled you up, with both of them groaning as you clenched and pulsed around them.

“Fuck–! ‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!” you whined loudly as you came, hips betraying you as you attempted to prolong your euphoria by grinding down onto them.

After coming down from your high, you were met with a stormy glare from the man in front of you.

Your eyes widened, knowing you’d fucked up.

“I’m so sorry, Sanemi, I didn’t mean to, I–”

Sanemi grabbed your face, his thick fingers pressing into either of your cheeks.

“What did I fuckin’ tell you?” he asked simply, and a fresh set of tears brimmed at your eyes.

“Y-You told me not to cum,” you answered meekly.

“That’s right, brat,” he responded, waving his free hand to dismiss his clone – making his double disappear completely as he pulled out of your pussy. You whined at the lack of something filling you up, your poor cunt clenching around nothing once more as Sanemi moved away from you.

“On your back, now.”

You obeyed, flipping onto your back and spreading your legs for him without a second thought. You fought the urge to rub your clit – knowing it wasn’t your place to provide yourself pleasure anymore, as you watched him place his cock right in front of your entrance.

“Please, ‘m sorry,” you pleaded as you watched him glide it up and down your sopping pussy, gathering your slick on the tip of his cock. His lilac eyes met yours once more as he finally lined himself up at your entrance.

“If you want to cum so bad, fine. I’ll make you cum until you can’t even fuckin’ think anymore.”

He pushed his cock inside of you, flicking at your clit with his thumb as he dragged his length against your slick walls, brushing against that one spot which made you see stars.

“Please, nngh– need it,” you sobbed as he relentlessly fucked into you, before he took one of his hands and pressed it down on your lower stomach.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll fuckin’ get it, brat–” he panted, “feel me? Feel my cock pressing all the way into your stomach?”

You nodded, eyes rolling back as he refused to let up, your orgasm building on itself again until it finally reached its peak once more.

“Fuck–!” you screamed as he fucked you through your orgasm, not letting up even as you came down from your high, denying you any break from the pleasure that he was giving you.

It wasn’t long before the next orgasm as Sanemi rubbed your clit at a similar speed to his thrusts, causing you to gush again around his cock. He groaned as your cunt pulsed around him, milking him for all he had – yet he didn’t stop, rather, he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you – denying his own release in order to fulfill his promise of overstimulating you.

At some point – you weren’t entirely sure when – Sanemi folded you in half, your legs reaching your shoulders as he slammed even deeper into your cunt, his cock brushing against your cervix with each stroke. Your mouth hung open, your voice emitting short, unrestrained moans as he continued his assault on your pussy – fully abusing it until it molded into the shape of his cock.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum, brat,” Sanemi grunted as his hips fell onto yours with every single stroke of his cock. You whimpered, wishing for nothing more than his cum to fill you up – to breed you like the whore you were.

You responded with incoherent babbles, whining and moaning the more he rutted into your cunt, his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his peak for a second time.

“Gonna fill you up, make you pregnant before you’re even– hah– even married,” he panted, a promise which made you clench around him even more, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, brat?”

“Y-Yes!” you managed to voice as he slammed himself deep inside you one final time, grunting as he filled you up – triggering your own final orgasm, causing you to milk him dry as he painted your walls white.

Sanemi collapsed to the side of you as the two of you regained your breath, staying like that for a few minutes before either of you spoke.

“I wanted to apologize,” he said awkwardly, “for ruining your garden in the way that I did.”

In response to your silence, he continued, “I had gone too far, I took something that you held dear to your heart away from you. I’m sorry.”

“I think I need to apologize as well,” you finally said, “not just to you, but to the others as well.”

Sanemi turned on his side, holding himself up by his elbow as he looked down at you, a slight grin on his face.

“You mean to tell me that fucking you was the solution to your brattiness this whole time? Not the crows or the dead cow–”

“Shut up!” you laughed as you smacked him in the chest, only causing him to grin more from your reaction.

“Am I wrong, princess?” he jokingly inquired, to which you hid your face from him with the palms of your hands – until he pushed your arms away, looking down at you with a triumphant smile on his face.

“You’re so stupid,” you half-heartedly spit at him, to which he put a hand to his chest in mock pain.

“You wound me, princess.”

You shook your head, scoffing as he got up, making the mattress beneath you disappear with a final wave of his hand, causing you to fall slightly onto the cold floor of the dark corridor.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked him.

“I’m not exactly fond of castles, sweetheart, I can’t stand the pretentious atmosphere they tend to have.”

“So you’re leaving?” you further questioned, a little upset with the idea of not seeing him again.

“I am, but, if you are going to miss me so terribly, I could always sweep in and take you away from this wretched place, but I doubt you’d so easily leave your status and wealth behind.”

You remained silent, knowing that it would be near impossible for you to forsake all of which you knew and had for a simple, spontaneous desire to say yes, you would.

Sanemi smiled, his eyes soft as he gazed upon you – what was once hatred now replaced with something rather unfamiliar before vanishing before your very eyes, leaving you to stare at the emptiness of the corridor that you were in – having become alone once again.

Sighing, you stood up, gathering yourself – realizing that your once torn dress had been somehow completely repaired – as though it were entirely new.

With a little bit of difficulty, you managed to put your dress back on before heading back to your chambers, the unease of being married the following day looming over your mind once again.

The chirping of birds could be heard from your window once more, and, out of pure curiosity, you decided to peek out from your window to gaze out upon what was left of your garden. Yet, instead of seeing nothing but scorched soil, you managed to spot the blooming of a new plant – one which had not previously grown in your garden at all.

Rain lilies.

Perhaps, you thought, I should go down there and nurture them myself.

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bethanythebogwitch · 9 months ago

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Wet Beast Wednesday: epaulette shark

Stand at attention for the epaulette shark, the honorable (and adorable) general of the tide pools. These little guys really go against the image of a shark in media. Hollywood insist on portraying sharks as massive, violent predators that prowl the waves and will eat anyone and anything they find. The Epaulette shark, by contrast, is small, lives in the shallows, and couldn't hurt you if it wanted to.

(Image: an epaulette shark resting on the seafloor. It is a small, skinny, and long shark with a short snout and highly elongated tail. The two dorsal fins are located on the back half of the body and the pectoral and pelvic fins are long and paddle-shaped. Its body is a sandy brown and dotted with black spots. A large black spot is behind the pectoral fins. End ID)

Epaulette sharks average 70-90 cm (27-35 in), with the largest one on record being 107 cm (42 in). Over half of that length is made of the caudal peduncle, the part of the spine that the caudal (tail) fin grows out of. The actual fin itself is fairly small and does not have a lower lobe, making it look very slender and distinct from the caudal fins of other sharks (though other members of its family, Hemiscylliidae, share this tail structure). This tail structure makes them less efficient swimmers than most shark species. As a result, they tend to stick to the seafloor and do not often rise into the water column. Their bodies are light to dark brown with many dark spots and one large spot behind each pectoral fin. It is these spots that give the sharks their common name. Their placement makes them resemble epaulettes, decorative shoulder pieces that were and still are often used to demonstrate rank in many European and European-derived militaries. The coloration of the shark is used as camouflage against predators, with the smaller spots breaking up the silhouette and the epaulettes resembling the eyes of a much larger animal. Juveniles have a stripy pattern to their skin that fades as they age.

(Image: a juvenile epaulette shark resting on sand. It has the same body shape as the adult, but its skin is pale with darker stripes. End ID)

Epaulette sharks mate from July to December, late spring and summer in the southern hemisphere. Females will often initiate mating by following and nipping the males. Males will use their mouths to hold onto the females while inserting one clasper (the paired reproductive organs of sharks and other cartilaginous fish) into her cloaca. 14 days later, the female will release egg cases, usually two per mating and abandon them. The egg cases will usually get caught in seaweed or coral and remain there. After approximately 120 days, the juvenile sharks hatch. Females are able to mate again immediately after laying the egg cases and can lay up to 50 times per season. Juveniles are born 14-16 cm (5.5-6.5 in) long and grow about 5 cm (2 in) every year. They reach sexual maturity at around 7 years of age when they reach a length of 54-64 cm (21.5-25 in). The maximum lifespan of wild specimens is speculated to be 20-25 years. There have been rare cases of females in captivity reproducing through parthenogenesis after living in tanks with no males.

(Image: an epaulette shark egg case. It is an ovoid brown, translucent object. Visible within the egg case is the developing shark. It has the adult's body plan, but is attached to a large, spherical yolk sac. End ID)

Epaulette sharks are found in coastal water from southern New Guinea to northern Australia. They prefer water under 50 m (160 ft) deep and can often be found in extremely shallow water, especially around coral reefs and shorelines. These sharks are often found in tide pools and have a number of adaptations for this lifestyle. While they are capable of swimming, the sharks prefer to walk. They undulate their bodies while using their paddle-like pectoral and pelvic fins to push against the seafloor. The fins have modified skeletons to allow each fin to rotate, increasing their effectiveness as limbs. Using their fins, the sharks can even walk over land, which they do to move into and between tide pools. Because of this, epaulette sharks are studied by biologists for use as a model organism for the transition of vertebrates onto land in the distant past. Epaulette sharks are nocturnal. During the day, they hide from predators in crevices and other places large predators can't enter. At night, they come into the shallows to hunt. They use smell and electroreception to hunt for prey buried under sand. Their preferred food is crustaceans, worms, and small fish. Juveniles prefer soft-bodied animals like worms and fish while adults consume crustaceans primarily. Their teeth can lie flat, allowing the sharks to switch between sharp teeth for eating worms and fish and a hard plate to crush crab and shrimp exoskeletons.

(GIF: an epaulette shark walking through tide pools and over land, showing the motions it makes from different angles. End ID)

Epaulette sharks often get stuck in tide pools overnight. Life in tide pools is harsh as there is a limited supply of dissolved oxygen available and all the animals in the pool use it up. As a result, epaulette sharks have several adaptations to hypoxic (low oxygen) environments. When in hypoxic water, the shark can drop its heart rate and the rate it passes water over the gills. It then dilates certain blood vessels to divert blood to the heart and brain and away from other organs. This causes its blood pressure to drop by over half. It can also lower metabolic activity for parts of the brain, freeing up ATP (the chemical that provides cells with energy) to be used for more critical brain functions. This is aided by shark rains requiring 1/3rd the ATP as the brains of bony fish, further increasing the survivability of the shark. All of this means that an epaulette shark can survive in extremely hypoxic water for 3 hours while still remaining alert and responsive and can survive with no oxygen for an hour with no negative effects. It's notable that they do this in warm water as most animals that can tolerate extreme oxygen deprivation need to be in cold temperatures to do it.

(Image: an epaulette shark resting in a tide pool. The water is barely deep enough to keep it submerged. End ID)

Epaulette sharks are classified as Least Concern by the IUCN, though they are locally threatened in New Guinea. Their primary threats are habitat loss and bycatch. As they are commonly found in coral reefs, coral bleaching threatens their habitat. In addition, it has recently been found that the warming ocean is resulting in pups being born smaller and weaker than they used to be, reducing juvenile survival rates. They show little fear of humans and wild ones will allow humans on the beach to approach them. They have also been known to approach swimmers and divers. Encounters with curious people can harm the sharks, while their only method of defending themselves is a minor bit and they're too slow to crawl away. Their gentle natures and small sizes make epaulette sharks one of the easiest shark species to keep in captivity, both in public and private aquariums. There is now a small demand for captured epaulette sharks for sale on the pet trade.

(Image: an epaulette shark in an aquarium touch tank. It is resting on sandy sediment while a human arm reaches in from above, touching it with two fingers. A stingray and two small yellow fish are visible in the background. End ID)

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misguidedasgardian · 2 months ago

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GLADIATORS

HARWIN I.

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your life alongside your best friend Robin had been a dream come true, but is time you fulfill your part of the bargain to your husband’s family.

Pairing: Gladiator!Harwin x Matrician!Reader, Patrician!Robin Arryn x Matrician!Reader (platonic although they are married)

Warnings: Slavery!, cursing, people trafficking, fighting to the death, hunting of animals, mythological animals come true, talks about religious rites, pagan celebrations, talks about homosexual relationships/preferences, SMUT!, nudity, might miss some warnings.

MINORS DNI + 18

Wordcount: 7,3k

Notes: Alright… I finally reached the point where my kinkiness and my passion for history met! muahaha this reader is around mid-twenties, and hardwin is in his thirties.

“Come on Robin!”, one encouraged, “live a little”, the man palmed the young patrician on his back, and he waved him off

“I don’t know, it's a big investment”, he said, sipping on his cup of honeyed wine

“The Vulcanalia is going to be greater this year than any other”, observed Tyland, “and only a week away, we are all going to participate one way or another… if you want to catch the eye of anyone in the senate, that is the perfect opportunity to do so”, all of the men gathered there in the villa of Tyland Lannister had been in the Tywin Lannister games this day, they had invited only the most prominent men of King’s Landing after the games to talk matters of state, amongst other things.

“It’s the perfect opportunity for your introduction in this world my friend”, insisted Reydwyne, palming the man’s shoulder.

The young man sippied his wine, as he watched the show unfolding in front of him.

Robin looked around, there were all men in the reunion, they went without their wives and how he had wished he brought his, as it was becoming increasingly dull, the Lannister villa was filled with aged men.

Female slaves, -they had to be-. has been painted in white, and dressed with little clothes, they were made to move and dance provocatively in the middle of the atrium, where the pool was, a beautifully decorated impluvium with a platform in the middle.

Now he understood why the wives of the illustrious men weren’t here. Tyland had recently been divorced, but the female slaves were instructed to be more… caring… towards the guests.

He politely declined the invitation of a beautiful woman who had invited him to one of the rooms, and he stood in the corner.

He liked watching… he liked watching men talking, he liked watching reactions, who was talking to who, and who reacted to what, he was good at it, this was a new territory he wanted to conquer, for his family, to take his rightful place in the senate, and he needed to be watchful of his every step.

Oh how he would have liked to have you by his side, your eyes, added to his, saw twice as much.

All the men of the republic worth knowing were under this roof. Although the man of the day, Tywin Lannsiter himself, and Otto Hightower, the second in command, were nowhere to be seen at this late hour, they were sure behind their studie’s walls, plotting.

The Baratheons were not in the atrium at the moment either, but rather because they did accept the beautiful slave’s invitations.

And he was here, standing in the middle.

To gather the attention of all of them, he needed to do so with something they all admire from time to time, and if the show of today in the coliseum was any indication, he knew exactly how to do it.

“Enough pondering”, he said, to Tyland and Edwyn Redwyne, both smiled toothingly. “let’s start spending my family’s money”, he said with a confident smile.

Tywin would not sully himself with dealing with gladiators and their training, but his nephew Tyland would, as the second born male, he had dedicated himself to other endeavors rather than having the largest gold mine in the Republic, he dedicated himself to business of pleasure to the senses of the people of King’s Landing.

“I’ll tell you, Harwin Strong, is a champion loved by all the people in King’s landing, it will definitely catch people’s attention, especially under your patronage”, muttered Tyland, “of course I would never put him in the market, but for you, my friend… I’m willing”

Robin was not as savvy in the world of Gladiators as he liked himself to be.

But the very late hours of the night found him signing papers of ownership, over Harwin Strong.

And the very early hours of the day found him finally arriving to his family’s villa

As the sunlight already lightened all the open spaces of his house, his servants were up as well, started their daily duties, he greeted each and every one of them as he entered his home towards his private quarters.

“A letter from your father arrived in the middle of the night”, you said as you saw your husband entering the atrium, he sighed as he saw you, with a tired smile. You were all dressed and ready to start your day, while he was barely just arriving, “I have fixed a small breakfast for you”, you signaled to the trays of foods with various fruits and cheeses alongside tables at the Triclinium at the next vestibule.

Robin smiled at you and cradled your face in his hands and he leaned in for a kiss on your lips

“You are the best wife I could ever ask for”

“Oh I KNOW”, you mocked, sticking you tongue out for him, “your father would like us to remember why he send us here”, you said more severely, turning to what was important.

“You read the letter?”, he asked, raising one of his eyebrows at you

“Of course I did”, you said quickly

“Good, you know how I hate surprises”, he chuckled

“He is right”, you tried, “I need to get pregnant”, you said, he nodded, sighing, you knew this wasn’t a good time to bother him with this, he had barely slept, but the letter had just arrived after weeks on the road and you needed to send answer and quickly.

He seemed to think about it for a while, and then he looked at you again

“Give me a couple of days”, he said softly, “and I might come to a solution to our troubles”, he said softly, you nodded

“Fine”, you said, giving him a smile, “join me for breakfast?”, you asked him

“Of course my love”, he said simply. You walked towards the open dining room, it was a bit ostentatious to have your food there while nobody else was present, but you were still getting ahold of the new villa of his family in the capital, and the servants and slaves on it. The villa is on the main street of King’s Landing. From the front door you could actually see the imperial palace and even the curia and the main square.

You ate as he told you anecdotes about his night and the people he saw in it, you knew there was something in there he wasn’t telling you, but… you let him be.

Robin gazed upon the pool placed in the middle of the triclinium, and frowned when he noticed it was empty

“The pool”, he pointed.

“Well, with the current drought, I’d rather drink the water we can luckily afford instead of gazing upon it”, you said simply, sipping the same liquid, “I will not have our servants and guards drop due to dehydration”, Robin smiled at you

“My very conscious wife”, he admired

“When the rains come, thanks to the offerings at the vulcanalia, the impluvium will see to the restoration of the pool”, you said certainly, he nodded

“Very well”, he said with a soft smile. He took a long sigh as he gazed upon the beautiful paintings on the wall, depicting on each wall, the four seasons and the gods related to it, as he gazed upon the wall on the left, there was a depiction of the summer, in the corner, the god Vulcalo gazed upon the room on a cave, fire around him

“The vulcanalia approaches quickly”, he said without thought, you looked at him and smiled

“I can’t wait to see the games”, you offered, “go to circus maximus and gaze upon the chariot races”

“Don’t you want to gaze upon the gladiators?”, he tried, raising one of his eyebrows, you looked at him, conflicted

“I think the races are more attractive”, you said shyly. He didn’t insist on it. You enjoyed the company of the other as you laid in your chairs

“I have taken lovers, you should take some too”, he said, finishing his tale, with those big eyes of him

“I don’t take it lightly”, you said with a sigh, laying down looking at the beautiful tiles of the ceiling, “I don’t just want to lie with anybody”,

“I know you didn’t want to come to the capital…”, he tried then

“I didn’t”, you conceded

“But I want you to be happy, or at least content…”

“I feel so lonely all the time”, you whispered, “at the Vale at least I had friends”

“You should go out there, I will speak to my friends, you can invite them and their wives, host a small diner in the atrium”

“Well I don’t want to get too attached, what is going to happen when we go back to the Vale?”, you said, looking at him in defiance, he gave you an apologetic smile.

“We might be here a while”, he said carefully, “my father wants me to take his seat in the senate”, he said firmly, you nodded

“I’m aware”, you said softly

“We need to built a life here”, he said surely, “come back with a few children at least”

“I know”, you assured him. “You have your mission, and I have mine”, you assured him

“Indeed we do”, he said with a soft smile.

Your conversation with your husband only strengthened his resolve and he seemed pleased with his hurried decision to embark himself on the life of a Lanista. He knew how careful you were with the people you decided to relate to, so he knew you wouldn’t find a lover easily, not in the delicate environment you were navigating.

You could pick the wrong one, and then the entirety of King’s Landing would know.

So, as he had gazed upon the handsome gladiator, he had another reason to support his endeavour.

It was literally two days until he went to Tyland’s Lannister Ludus to retrieve his new man.

He knew nothing of training, he had a spare room in the servants quarters and a spacious open inner atrium where he could practice. You, as a family, had everything you could ever need.

So he knew he was going to find you at home after midday supper, then is when he entered his home, Harwin Strong himself hot on his trail.

The man at his side was quiet, didn’t say anything but he watched with interest the villa and all within it.

Harwin was born into a good Andal family, being the second son there was not much to be expected from him, yet he grew to best his elder brother in everything he set his eyes on, and for a whole season, it seemed that he was his father’s clear successor. Until his untimely death in the middle of the night under strange circumstances. The next thing the proper patrician families knew, is that he had ‘condemned himself’ to the life of a gladiator, on his own accord.

That couldn’t be the furthest from the truth.

But Harwin Strong was somewhat a simple man, and he was playing the hand he was dealt with. That said hand led him here, to the Villa of one of the most prominent families of the Republic, he looked at the young man and he knew that he did not know much of what he was doing, but he seemed a good man, fearful of the gods, and apparently his wife.

That thought alone made him chuckle

You stood in a beautifully decorated room leading to the atrium, as Robin had his study, you had yours, in which you liked to pursue your interests.

“My darling wife”, started Robin, moving the curtain to enter your private space

“Good day husband”, you greeted as he used to.

“I want to introduce you to someone”, he started, so you forced a pleased smile on your face and followed him back to the main space of your villa. You expected friends, prominent people, but you did not found any of that.

“Robin, who’s that?”, he turned back to you and smiled at you, gave you those smiles that he displayed when he had done something stupid.

“This is Harwin Strong, a Gladiator…”, he said, you raised your eyebrows at him, inviting him to explain further, “...I have purchased”, your face got all serious all of a sudden, as you looked at your husband and then you turned to the man in question.

The man was big and broad, dark long locks adorned his handsome face, he had those beautiful big green eyes, and unlike the rest of the men who fought in the arena, he had a beard and mustache over his lip.

“Eh…”, you didn’t know what you could possibly say, no in front of him at least, “may I speak to you in private, husband?, you asked him. He nodded, not very enthusiastically

“Luceon”, he called a young servant, “please take him to his chambers, the unoccupied room in the servants quarters”, he said the young man nodded and accompanied the gladiator, he barely fit through the hallways

“What the fuck?”, you whispered angrily to him, he immediately raised his arms in surrender. This took you by complete surprise, as the presence of the gladiator in your home had completely sweep you off your feet.

“He is our way into the high society”, he said quickly

“How so?”, you asked him, frowning.

“He will fight under our name in the Arena, capturing the attention of all the high families”, you looked at him with a frown, and in disbelief.

“Robin, I cannot presume to tell you what to do, with yourself and your family’s fortune, but…”

“You can always presume to do so”, he said quickly

“I don’t think you thought this through, many of the great families have nothing to do with the Lanista life, and furthermore, Lanistas are not in much… great esteem”, you said as delicately as you could.

“Tyland Lannister is”, he said quickly

“Tyland Lannister is the second son of a second son!”, you said then

“He sits in the senate”

“Near the door”, you responded, but he seemed so thrilled about this, you couldn’t take it away from him, so you just shook your head. “We know nothing of training gladiators”, you said then, “and he will be only one… I hope”

“He was once a free man, entering this world because of pure pleasure, he had been in it for at least ten years, he knows what he is doing, and I also saw to that small complication”, he said quickly.

“You bought a Doctore too?”, you asked him, he only smiled apologetically to you, you shook your head again, taking a big breath

You looked at your husband, your very best friend since you could walk and remember.

It was not a conventional marriage, it was true, Robin preferred the company of other men, and even though you tried, he couldn’t summon children from you. You knew this once you married, and again, you did not care. Where everything is up to the Gods, up to fate and the ambition of people around you, you choose the safest path, the better path.

Your life alongside Robin was a bit short of perfect. Your parents were thrilled you decided to choose one another and did not fight it but encouraged it. The only thing you were lacking… was a child. You had been married for five years, and still nothing. You knew how to read between the lines, and the Paterfamilias of the Arryns was many things, but he was not an idiot.

You were sent here, away from the eyes of the Vale and the seat of Robin’s house to make an heir, however you chose. He knew about his son’s preferences, and he did not care, as long as he got what he wanted: the security of his line, and his house. That is why, you believed, he chose you above many other, perhaps more suitable candidates to marry his son.

You were his friend, completely devoted to him, you were a willing accomplice and the most faithful they could secure. It was an agreement, where everyone won.

Some times, at night you’d wonder how it would feel like, to have a husband that desired you, that wanted to have every part of you, but then you’d think about the way that even if you had married a man who preferred to lie with women, one that desired only you was also very difficult. Not guaranteed.

But the love you held for one another, even if it wasn’t passionate, it was true and the purest kind of love. Born from friendship and loyalty.

Robin was a great husband, an amazing friend, and one day, he was going to be the best father and Paterfamilias to your house, and you were going to be by his side.

Your body slave helped you remove your stola you whore for the day. As it was truly hot, you got away with the fact of using only one layer of proper clothing, as it was delicately made and the details in gold drove all the attention to the sheerness of the material itself. being in the center of the city made sure you were truly trapped in the heat. The wind did not blow as freely.

“How is the fabric of the new dress for this weather?”, you asked Thalia

“It is very fresh, yet modest, domina, it was a great choice”, she said softly, releasing your hair from the decorations you chose for the day.

“If it's of any discomfort, to you or any other, please let me know”, you said softly, she nodded.. Thalia was your body slave, and Luceon Robin’s, they are to be by your side, and you held them in steem above the rest of the servants/slaves. Thalia had been with you since you were a child, she was born in your father’s villa in the Vale, born into the servitude of your house.

“Make sure please everybody has eaten and drank water”, you said, she nodded, as she exchanged looks with Luceon. “Thank you Thalia, you can go to bed now, the hour is late”, you said gently, she smiled

“Thank you domina”, she said softly, bowing her head, and then she left you in your nakedness, to put on your simple tunic for sleeping.

Robin soon joined you, wearing his own soft tunic.

“I couldn't help but notice… that Harwin has the same coloring as me”, he said sheepishly as he laid on the bed. With a sign of his hand Luceon was quick to leave you both alone for the night

“So…?”, you mumbled, raising one of your eyebrows, You grabbed a golden pitcher and put the water in a matching basin. you put oils then, then proceeded to cleaned your arms, and armpits, to get ready for bed.

“Didn’t you notice? similar hair color, similar eye color…”, he teased with a smirk, you rolled your eyes, but he could not see you.

“Robin I know where you're going with this”, you warned

“He is perfect”, he said then, carefully

“You bought him to fight to the death for you and now you want to make him lie with me?”, you asked him.

“I promised you I’d find a way to give you what you want… what I need, too”, he whispered, “I told you to give me a couple of days!” he said then, hurriedly.

“And you came with this conclusion?”, you asked, astonished, finally turning to face him, “that’s why you purchased him?”, you asked, not believing his words

“No”, he said, and he was sincere, “My friends convinced me to do it while on my cups, but I couldn’t help but notice…”

“You really want me to lie with a man that probably wants to kill us? that could kill me?”, you asked him, you were exaggerating and you knew it, but still

“I told you it isn’t like that with him, he started as a gladiator as a free man”, he said, “he has known wealth and liberty, he does this because he wants to”, he said then, he scrutinized your expression and then he gave you a smirk, “don’t lie to me, I know you fancy him”, he teased

“He is handsome”, you admit, “I’m not blind, but did you really just purchase the patronage of a man, so he could lie with me?”, you asked him, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were hurt. He raised from the bed as quickly as a snake, and grabbed your hand gently, and caressing their backs with his thumb, he searched for your eyes and you let them find them gazing at him in turn.

“I did not give him my patronage so he could lie with you”, he said, and he was truthful, you knew him better than you knew yourself. “But I did want to get involved with the games, and… well, he was willing and able, he was the perfect opportunity, the rest… came after”, he said.

He would never push you towards it, but you had been married for longer than five years, and his parents were getting nervous. He was the ever doted upon only child, so the survival of his house, of a great family of senators and kings before the republic, lied with him, and you.

Not that his parents didn’t know of his inclinations for the same sex, but they always had faith… in you… of all people, to summon his heirs. A great burden, but he was your very best friend in the whole world, and now your husband.

They send you here… in the eyes of everyone to gain favor and take a place in the senate, but… you had the unspoken mission of summoning an heir, however you could.

You couldn’t help but sigh loudly, you always knew that your mission in life was to bring forth children, to be the carriers of their father’s name, you to be a proper Andal woman, to be a matron, to care for your family, and your house’s affairs. to be an ever dutiful daughter, wife, and mother. You were alright with that prospect, you were. You wanted to be… And yet you were failing

“I am sorry I cannot give you what you want, and what i want too, and need”, he said, with a broken voice, it had only been a couple of times in your life when you heard him talk with this tone, and it brought you chills.

“You don’t need to be sorry Robin”, you said shyly, kissing his cheek, “you are the very best man I know”

“And i’m sorry if I ever brought you pain or discomfort”, he whispered against your cheek

“You could never”, you whispered. He kissed your forehead slowly.

“Let’s go to sleep, wife, great weeks are ahead”, he said softly. And you went to sleep in Somnus’ arms

Robin had been extra caring towards you for the next few days, as an apology for purchasing a gladiator and assuming you could bed him.

Harwin trained in the villa alongside his doctore but you didn't even look at the man, your villa was big enough so you didn't have to glance upon him unwillingly. You were apprehensive of him because once you had the chance to gaze upon his almost naked form, sweaty, his chest there for all to see, as he trained in the courtyard. He caught you staring and ever since you had been avoiding him like the plague.

So you just ignore him, he was something Robin wanted to pursue, and you should support him. Even though the thought of a man having him fight to the death because you paid for it didn’t sit well with you at all, but if he had been a free man then you guessed it was better.

The vulcanalia was fast approaching, big celebrations all over the Republic, in which you were to appease the god Vulcan, for him to be merciful, as he was the god of wildfires, very common under this heat.

There were going to be religious processions, athletic events, as races on foot, and even wrestling. There were going to be hunts of wild animals, and specially, chariot races and gladiatorial races, being shown in the Circus Maximus instead of the coliseum, as it was the biggest venue of the city.

So when the celebrations started, the 21st in honour of the god of harvest Consus, they proceeded two days later to honor Vulcano, and afterwards two days for the goddess Ops, to reinforce the crops, to finalize the week to make tributes to Volturno, the god of water and fountains. It was a whole week of celebrations, for your gods to protect the harvests and give you a fruitful season for the fall and winter.

The morning of the 21 of August you met with RObin in the villa’s Lararium, you left offerings for the Lares of your family, and Robin left his, you finished the small and private ceremony with a short prayer, as the harvest reaping was over.

As a family, you were going to wait out the ceremony under the Circus Maximus, but you couldn’t wait to see what happened after…

You arrived just in time to the big and open stadium to see the start of the chariot races, the symbolic mule driving chariot leading the procession

“Is she here?”, RObin asked, looking at the end of the Stadium at the puLVINUS

“Who?”, you asked

“Her! The daughter of the emperor!”, he said with excitement

“You just missed her!”, said the man standing next to both of you, your disappointment was obvious

The beautiful golden chariot led by mules and donkeys went slowly, rounding the entire circus, and when he was back in front of the pulvinus, it disappeared behind the big metal gates on the west side of the big building.

People cheered and applauded, you did too, as the best was coming.

You were in the far end, so you could see all the chariots turn and maneuver, it was as exciting as being in the pulvinus itself. As you were out there surrounded by hundreds of people, Robin saw fit to bring in two guards with you, you brought in Thalia as you knew she enjoyed the races as much as you did.

The week leading to the vulcanalia was one of the greatest celebrations, also celebrated in the Vale (and sometimes even harder because of the roughness of its climate and soil), you were familiar with the celebrations, and being in the capital for it for the first time was also breathtaking.

The chariot races would also be celebrated in the Vale, and the houses went all out, decorating the chariots with silver, gold and copper fixtures, the horses were beautifully groomed, their beautiful coats shining under the sun, their heads decorated with pompous headdresses, some wore light armours too, and of course the most prominent colour of each of the four chariots was the one of the faction they represented.

“Which faction are you most inclined to?”, asked Robin

“I refuse to go for the greens”, you said, “your friend Lannister has taken the red faction by storm of course, but I’m into the white I think”

“The blue has a shot too”, he said, “but I will go for Red”

“The White this year is the faction of the Emperor’s house”, you said excitedly

“As always”

“It's so far, I can’t see them”, you said, the pulvinus being at the far end of the circus maximus

“She is there I’m certain, as the emperor”

“They say he was too sick”, you warned

“He never missed the races back when he was healthy”, Robin whispered.

The races were as dangerous and deadly as the gladiator fights, you knew this, especially in the far ends where the curves of the tracks were, also, since it was the capital, you had been warned that the spectators were far more… ‘passionate’, even going as far as cheating, throwing nails and pointy objects into the tracks as to deter the competitors. As each of the factions were becoming more political and vice-versa, this wasn’t just about the race, it was about the family behind it and their power and influence.

But the spectacle was just as magnificent.

Soon the four chariots representing the four factions showed up in the arena, they did a slow, more ceremonial lap around the circus, waving, presenting themselves.

The man in the white chariot wore a beautiful silver helmet, and was dressed in all silver and white.

As the objective of this was speed, they did not wear full armour, but more padded suits, as the fixtures in the chariots were more decorative, although you weren’t sure about the materials.

You held your breath as the ceremonial horn was played and the chariots in the far end started the race. It was seven full laps around the circus, and even from the other side you could hear the hooves of the horses against the sandy dirt.

The first lap was always the ‘cleanest’ sort of speak… the second and third though, it got rougher. As the Green and Red immediately threw themselves on each other's way, the white team took the clear advantage, and the blue was slower than the rest

The white stallions leading the chariot of the white faction took the clear lead, as there was this spoken rule to not play unfair towards it, in deference to the imperial family.

Everyone gasped as the blue chariot was pushed by the green against the walls in your far end of the circuit, the collision was brutal, the sickening sound of wood (and probably bones) crashing was going to haunt you for several nights to come.

The horses raised front the ground unharmed, but no such luck for the racer, as he stood in the ground, broken and screaming.

The race continued as nothing had happened as a commitive were quick to remove the broken chariot and the broken man before the next lap.

The white chariot had taken the clear advantage, followed closely by the red, and now the green who had proven to be a dirty player.

The great senator families were not supposed to be as influential in these games, but the Lannisters had broken that tradition by getting heavily involved with the red faction….

The race ended with no more gruesomeness, giving the victory to the white faction, and yet… you had a bitter taste in your mouth because of what you witnessed.

The sun was bright over the skies, but you had barely noticed it because of the excitement… but it was short lived, as they announced a special set of gladiators fights, in the names they chanted, was the one of Harwin

“You didn’t tell me Harwin was fighting”, you said curtly, Robin looked at you with his signature grin

“It was a surprise”, he offered, “I wanted you to see how good he is doing”

It was a friendly exhibition, three fights happening at the same time, one on each end of the circus, and the other in the middle.

You got to witness Harwin entering the arena under the cheer of the crowd, he was facing a man as big as him, they called him the hound. He was known for his ruthlessness, and probably not the best for this sort of combat, which wasn’t to the death.

“Robin’, you called urgently, grabbing onto his arm, as you saw the size of that… man…, “what if Harwin dies?”, you asked, suddenly feeling fearful for the man.

You had seen gladiators die brutally upon the sands, yet… not one that you had come to know, much less own.

“He won’t!”, he said, but he didn’t even sound sure.

The horns were blown and the fights started.

From your point of view, Harwin looked like he was having the time of his life, fighting someone who was even bigger than him, and that's saying something, since he was huge.

The man known as the hound threw himself at him in an almost animalistic way, after Harwin had teased him for long minutes.

For them this wasn’t a friendly exhibition at all.

You gasped when the man using a big helmet on the head of a dog swung his swords viciously against Harwin, making him drop his shield.

Harwin was barely using something to cover his arms, as his chest was completely exposed, shining with sweat under the afternoon sun. You didn’t realise it then, but you were strangling Robin’s arm driving only on your nervousness that something might befall him.

But in an incredible set of movements, he managed to push his enemy away, and retrieve his shield. Not before giving you a couple of more frights, is that he finally managed to subdue his opponent. Until the fights were over, giving him a clear victory.

Only then you felt like you could breathe again, releasing Robin, who wasn’t as nervous as you were

You didn’t even know why you were acting like this, as concerned.

The conversation with Robin replaying in your mind… Was Harwin the answer to your troubles? it was certainly better than finding a lover elsewhere, where someone could betray you, and the family you were married into. Harwin was loyal to you and your husband… And you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him quite… attractive…

“That was close”, he said, looking at you, he only had to see your face to know what you were thinking, “we better take advantage of him while we can”, he said with that grin you knew too well. “And I think he could use a reward after this amazing fight”, he teased them. You only rolled your eyes.

“This gathering in the Lannister’s will last all night”, he warned with a soft smile

“Have a great evening husband”, you said softly, he kissed your lips and left you, not before winking at you

You knew what he meant, you knew what you had to do, but above all else, you knew what you wanted to do. You waited long seconds, until you were certain he had left, and you called in your faithful body slave

“Thalia”, you called, in seconds she appeared through the thin veil, “can you fetch Harwin?”, you asked her, although it was not to be put to question, she raised her eyebrows but said nothing as she nodded immediately

“Of course Domina”

“And make sure that… nobody is in this wing of the villa but us”, you whispered, she nodded enthusiastically and went quickly to fetch him

You dropped your tunic, leaving yourself with only a sheet tunic underneath, one almost transparent, that left nothing to the imagination.

This was it, this was you going after what you wanted, what you needed, and maybe, getting something for you in return.

He came quicker than you expected, hearing two sets of steps down the hall, the first silent ones of Thalia, and others.

Was it only you? Or the wine inside the goblet seemed to ripple because of the strength of the steps? Thalia stayed outside, it was only Harwin who used his thick arm to raise the fabric that served to separate the spaces in your home

He seemed truly surprised when he saw you, waiting for you as you were a whore in a Lupanar.

“Domina”, he greeted, doing a small courtesy, bending his neck, bowing his head in your direction

“Harwin”, you said back, his eyes were back on you in a second, and he looked, and his gaze stretched without feeling a bit of shame

“How are you fearing?”, you asked then, he showed no signs of being injured in the exhibition, “is the training proper? is your quarters to your liking?”, he seemed to chuckle, but he hid it well.

“You and dominus show an hospitality towards me that would be shown at only the finest of guests”, he said nodded courtly, his eyesight, again, not drifting from your sheer shape

“I’m glad, would you like some wine?”, you asked him, but he shook his head

“So far I've been liking my new job”, his voice was so thick it made your knees buckle, his eyesight on your breasts, his innate dominance was taking predominance over yours, and you couldn’t have that, you wanted to hold onto the power.

“Stop that”, you demanded, not really knowing what you wanted him to stop to begin with, perhaps his dominant demeanour, “I’m in control here”, you said shakily, but by only looking at you, you knew he had you.

“Yes domina”, he said, with a wide smile on his teasing lips. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, as he looked back at you with sharp eyes and a teasing smile.

“Robin thinks that you look like you could be related”, you threw in there

“We might”, he offered, “well, we both have… two eyes and a nose”, he finish his ‘joke’ with a healthy chuckle, the corner of his eyes wrinkling

“Do not jest!”, you said, “you are of course not kin, but at least you have similar coloring”, he kept his smile as he looked at you with those big green eyes of him

“What do you need from me, domina?”, he asked then. although you had a feeling that he might already know, you wouldn’t be showing yourself at him like this for any other reason, and as his common demeanour was of a man who seemed like he was always going to get laid.

“We need an heir”, you started, “and I… want a babe, I feel lonely and Robin needs an heir”, you echoed nervously, power be damned, you surrender it the second he enters the room.

“You want me to lay with you”, he said softly, his smile unwavering. He was indeed expecting it, but not less happy because of it.

“I know you are a… servant of my husband, and I will not make you do this if you find it distasteful”, you said, “it’s just… I thought…”, he interrupted you by dropping his subligaria at once, revealing his manhood to you.

You gasped at the sight

Is not like you haven't seen one before, but this one was… big, and perfect, already hard, pointing to the ceiling, pink at the tip

“Like I said…”, he said, “I’m very much enjoying my new patronage”, he said, “but I want to know..”, he saw you doubt, as you looked everywhere nervously, “how you want to do this”

“What is your meaning?”, you asked, he took bold steps towards you, and it took everything in you to hold your place.

Soon his hot breath was upon you, and his strong presence was all you cared about, all you could see, feel and touch if you wanted to.

“If you are in command…”, he teased, with a soft smile, his fingers, although so big, barely touched the skin of your shoulder, as if they were merely butterflies, toying with the strap of your dress, “...or if you wish for me, to take the lead…”

Oh you wanted him to lead, to ravish you, to possess you, to grab you, throw you in the bed and do whatever he pleased with you, have his way with you.

But something wouldn’t let you, perhaps the rational part still left.

You thought… thoroughly on how you wanted to do this, you wouldn't want for him to take you as you were a slave, from behind, but you wouldn’t want him on top of you either.

So you took matters into your own hands, pushing him back from his shoulders and making him sit on the couch of the room. He was again amused by you, but he let you move him without complaint nor doubts. - you could have never dreamt of moving him an inch against his will. His hands, you could tell, moved of his own accord, out of pure instinct, and grabbed your stola, making you remove it over your head, leaving you completely bare, and… you couldn’t care less. The feeling of his hands grabbing onto anything they could numbed you almost immediately, soothing all your nerves.

He had proven to be greedy and willing in a few seconds, as you felt his cock underneath you, literally dripping to be inside you. You wondered if it was proper to kiss him, but the doubt resolved itself as he was right there, his face in front of yours, and he kissed you hungrily.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him in even more as he devoured your mouth with his.

His hand sneaked in between your legs, and you gasped in his mouth, he slipped then in between your already slippery folds. You moaned in his mouth as he started teasing you open for him, in preparation for what was to come.

He took his time, teasing you and getting you even more wet for him, and you were ready, moaning and moving your hips desperately for more, he, in a single movement, moved you from his lap until you were laying on the bed, and he was on top of you in a second.

“Are you ready for me… domina?”, he asked, as breathlessly as you were, you nodded, not being able to resist it much longer. “Need your words”, he whispered, looking into your eyes with his beautiful ones

“Yes, please”, you moaned, spreading your legs even further apart. He sunk himself inside you, slowly, but surely. You felt a very strong pressure, and then a fullness that took your breath away. You felt like you couldn’t move, but at the same time, that you’d die if he didn’t.

He retrieved himself only to push inside you once more, making you moan. It was a stretch, it was painful, and yet… you wrapped your legs around his waist, only to encourage him to push inside even more.

“Someone’s eager”, he admired, caressing the outer side of your thighs.

It seemed like he knew how to play you like an instrument, drawing from you beautiful sounds that you didn't even know were capable of making.

He took you slowly yet passionately, caressing every inch of you, until he made you cum on his cock.

“They say that to get a pup inside a woman’s belly, is more effective this way”, he explained as he was the finest of medicus and you believed him, when he used his fingers on you too, to draw even another orgasm from you, and only then, he cummed inside you. You felt it, the way he unloaded.

He stood still inside you for a couple of minutes, then he released you softly, and as gently as he could.

You released yourself from his grapes, turning on your side, feeling completely satisfied. But you felt him move behind you, his big hands grabbing your hips.

“Wait… again?”, you asked, still out of breath

“Well, if this is in search of an heir, we better get it right”, he said simply. Kissing you again.

Before you could string a coherent thought next to another he was inside you again, stealing your breath, and another climax from you.

The sun was shining over the horizon when he released himself from the sheets and kissed your naked shoulder

“Domina”, he greeted, his tone still teasing you despite everything, and then left you on the bed, his seed dripping from you, making the inside of your things sticky. Three times he had you, releasing himself inside you.

And as you surprisingly discovered, you have been so scared of losing him, that you were glad he did.

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Post chapter notes: I don’t know why I picked Robin… I guess is the one noble I thought that could… share some facial features with Harwin, think about an aged Lino Facioli, they at least have the same shade of hair color, a prominent nose and maybe something in the eyebrows. hehe sometimes the characters just take life on their own.

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chat-rivary · 4 months ago

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Sun waved his hand with a big smile and immediately Moon lifted you up, the cable pulling him up to the balcony where he landed gently, but didn't let go of you, coming to snuggle his nose against you with a long, heavy purr as you returned his hug. Sun soon joined you, entering their room and placing your bag on the desk. Moon gently placed you on the floor before turning to Sun who came to stand on the other side of you grabbing your hand at the same time as Moon. Without exchanging a word the two led you to the balcony holding your hand.

"Could you sit here for a minute and close your eyes please Starlight ?" Sun asked, whispering in your ear.

"Give me a kiss and maybe I will." You reply.

Sun and Moon exchanged a look before leaning in simultaneously placing a kiss on your cheeks each. You let a chuckle escape you before grabbing their face disc, you placed a kiss on Sun's forehead whose rays began to turn before turning to Moon, lifting his cap slightly before placing a kiss on his forehead, watching his face color delicately.

"Now I'm inclined to wait."

"And close your eyes ?" Sun asked.

"And close my eyes." You confirmed.

You sat down on the ledge letting your legs fall to the ground, you looked in the direction of Sun and Moon, grinning at them as well, sticking your tongue out to tease them before finally closing your eyes. You heard their cable come down before hanging on to the back of one of them, you assumed it was Moon as Sun dove straight into the ball pool making you laugh slightly. For several long minutes you heard distant noises resounding without being able to know what it was about, you started to shake your legs, tilting your face backwards while keeping your eyelids closed.

Suddenly the lights that filtered through your eyelids disappeared, before slowly a slight source of light began to show, your curiosity slowly consumed you, pushing you to play with the bells attached to your bracelet. The sound of their acrobatic cable and the sensation of someone next to you told you that Moon had returned and soon after Sun joined you. You heard them stirring in their rooms again before finally they returned, each taking a seat next to you.

"You can open your eyes now Starlight." Sun sighed.

You opened your eyes slowly at first before finally opening them wide in surprise. Hanging from the ceiling a little further down the Daycare was a multitude of small pieces of what you assumed were pieces of mirrors or glass, each piece was different in size and shape, each suspended by what you assumed were very thin wires since you weren't able to see them and that was the only explanation you had for the floating pieces of glass. But you were only able to see all this because of a huge spotlight, which glowed quite dimly, that was just above the largest gathering of the small pieces of glass, illuminating the bits of mirrors and glass that reflected the light. You felt like you were watching the rain at sunset, the water droplets inevitably reflecting the sun as it began to disappear over the horizon.

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bubble-popping · 5 months ago

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Punz's tower in summer

Dream would've never guessed it, but Punz liked to decorate.

It was warm on the Dream SMP, deep into summer, but with autumn on the horizon judging by the cool breeze. Dream's birthday was coming up.

More importantly, off the back of their largest and most devastating battle, Dream had to check in on all the many moving parts of his plan. One of those was his wolven mercenary.

Who, for whatever reason, was acting like it was just another day in the neighborhood.

"You look ridiculous," Dream told him, brow raised. They were lounging on a long chair, shades covering their eyes, not a care in the world.

They'd completely transformed their backyard, replacing all the grass with sand and the fountain with a pool. There were even faux palm trees constructed around the place, for fuck's sake.

Punz lifted his sunglasses to meet his gaze. "It's hot as balls out and you're wearing a hoodie and pants, but I look ridiculous?"

"Yes! You should be building defenses, not sitting on your ass!"

"Dude, we fucking smoked them." The merc sat up, shades pushed into his ash blond hair. "We won. They didn't stand a chance against us. So yeah, I'm gonna enjoy myself a little. You should try it."

"I can't even-can you put a damn shirt on? I can't take you seriously like this." Dream waved a dismissive hand, looking away from their half-naked body with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"I ain't got nothing to hide." He shrugged then stood from the chair only to sit at the edge of the pool. "Maybe if you relaxed a little, those L'Manberg guys wouldn't have so much to say about you."

"What the fuck? What, are you agreeing with them?"

They sighed, ear flicking like it did when they were frustrated. "Look, all I'm saying is, as the winners, we deserve to take a load off. And that's what I'm doing."

There was no getting through to them. He needed Punz to take these things more seriously, but he clearly had his mind made up about this. Dream turned to leave, wanting to ease his thoughts with a peaceful walk, but that was abruptly stopped when he felt a wave of water soak him from behind.

He gasped, cold shocking his system and freezing him in place until he whipped around to confront the offender. Except, that just got him a face full of more water.

"You little-!" Dream growled and rushed forward, catching Punz off-guard by tackling him and sending them both into the pool.

Thankfully not hitting his head on the bottom, the change in gravity and density surprised Dream enough to make him lose his grip. They each quickly resurfaced, spluttering and coughing, but Punz had the audacity to laugh between breaths.

"Dude," he hiccupped, not even trying to hide his grin, "you look like a wet cat." And that was apparently the funniest thing in the world to him. Even worse, their laugh was stupidly contagious. Dream couldn't help but to chuckle a little.

"Yeah, well, you smell like a wet dog. Asshole." Satisfied with that gut-wrenching insult, Dream swam and hauled himself up onto the side of the pool. "Great, now I'm fucking soaked..."

"Hey," they started, laughter settling down as they soon joined him, "I'm not the one that put us in the pool."

"You got me wet in the first place!" Dream bit back, wringing out the end of his hoodie that was now a dark green from saturation.

"Woah, dude." Their hands raised in surrender, smirk on their lips. "You don't gotta tell me all that."

Dream gave him a confused look until realization set in and a blush consumed his entire face. "Not like that, idiot!" He shoved him aside, only succeeding in making him dissolve with laughter again.

And he tried to be mad--because his clothes were drenched and his hair was a mess and any plans he had for the day were ruined since he'd have to wait for everything to dry out--yet, he just found himself fondly watching how their shoulders bounced and their tail wagged.

It was... cute.

That probably wasn't a thought he should have about a business partner.

#dreblr #drunz #dsmp fanfic #sixteenthdayevent #bubble writes #counting this for daily drabbles so #daily drabbles

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bl4ckorch1d · 1 year ago

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SHACKLE // Buckthorne Woods

Male Naga OC / GN! Reader

1.5k Words || AO3

Slight horror themes.

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The forest was almost deadly silent, an oddity for such a usually lively place. One place once visited by many turned abandoned acres. Though it wasn’t a mystery, the nation needed a specific place for the things they deemed ‘unsightly’ for their aesthetic modernized cities. It seemed not even the birds wanted to stick around, not wanting to become prey to either fangs or claws.

Buckthorne Woods, a name known by many and feared just the same. It only seemed like a few years ago until the humans decided ‘monsters’ can’t roam free on their own free will anymore. Almost seems like they got bored of fighting themselves and moved on to a different area of the food tree. While the woods were certainly one of the largest in the nation, it still was nowhere near big enough to hold every ‘monstrosity’ that roamed the land; their population almost became cut in half due to this. Not much of a chance for a bloom either, while the forest dwellers stay among their own types and don’t fight with each other over land, most refuse to bring a child into such a hate-filled world. Some kinds are becoming almost extinct; mostly the less humanoid they look, the lesser their number is.

A waterfall was all that truly broke the silence in this specific part of the forest, a beautiful sight almost no one will ever know exists. All that accompanied other than the lush forest greens was a small opening to a cavern, only lit by the sun shining into it.

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The water rippled against the paddles that ran through it, a canoe accompanied by a lone fisher. Setting your canoe under light shading, between the endless green that surrounded your figure. With the paddle set aside, you are in high hopes for fish above the average. With your dominant hand gripping your fishing pole, in a single swoop, you swing the line into the water. A small splash accompanied the bobber as it broke the surface tension of the water. The rays of the sun crack through the open spaces of shade, your skin embracing the slight heat. Eyes steady for any slight pull, you sit there tense. A slight tug on the pole, “Finally, a bite.” you hum to yourself. As you go to start reeling in, your body suddenly drags forward, slamming at the edge of the canoe almost tipping over. You try balancing yourself all while whatever was hooked squirmed around violently in the water, splashing and sending slight waves in all directions. Stubbornly, you began pulling back in panic and hurry, but all this action resulted in was a loud snap. Your back harshly hits the bottom of the canoe, as it sways from side to side. “Damn it”, you thought to yourself, “Should have brought spares.”, as you looked down at the snapped pole.

At this point, your only goal was to find your way home after that experience. The river only went in one direction, and you swore you remembered which way you came from. So why did it feel so ominously wrong? Paddling through the water, you had expected to find the subtle tracks you left behind to get back out of the forest. The endless overgrown verdure shielded most of your view, but you could hear the heavy sound of water crashing against itself. You knew at that moment that you were completely lost. Your phone was rendered useless without an ounce of service, and the map you brought was drenched from the fishing disaster. The idea of making it back seemed like a pipe dream. It was late evening, and by the time you could even make it back to your fishing spot, the forest would be enveloped by complete darkness. Heading on towards the sound of the water, your eyes were met with an enchanting sight. A waterfall with almost crystal clear water in the pool below it, the scene looked straight out of a magazine. Looking past the constant pouring, there was a cavern hidden slightly beside the falls. Seemed to be your last resort for a place to reside. Paddling on, you dock your canoe as close to the cavern as you can without it getting completely flooded. Grabbing any salvageable supplies, you adventure forward to the mouth of the cavern.

Nothing seems odd at first glance, a few spiders with their webs seem to be the only company you’ll have tonight. You drop your bag only a few feet into the cavern, far enough to be protected from the elements but close enough to still see outside. The cavern seemed to split into many tunnels further along and that just seemed like a horrible idea to adventure in your current state. Luckily your small blanket had survived the onslaught of water, a small comfort in your hellish predicament. If it wasn’t for the bed of rocks you laid on, you could almost trick yourself into thinking the waterfall was a sound machine when you shut your eyes.

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Pains shot up your left leg, and you could feel the bile burning in the back of your throat as you lurched awake. Your eyes water as you lose the fight against your nausea. Choking as the last bit of bile makes it out of your mouth. Reaching for your backpack so you can fish out your thermostat to rid the aftertaste of vomit. Instead of the bag, your hand meets straw. You aren’t where you fell asleep. Panic rises in your system as you notice your left leg has swollen like a balloon and the leg beside it has a glistening silver shackle around it.

You try to make sense of the rest of your surroundings. You seem to be at a dead end of one of the tunnels you spotted earlier. A small fire lights the area with the smoke billowing out into a tiny hole within the wall. If that hole led outside, it seems it is still night. You can’t spot your bag anywhere in the room, there wasn’t much of anything other than the small straw bed you laid upon and the small fire. Oh, and of course the shackle around your ankle that seemed to glisten as it taunted you. Yanking on it seemed to only deliver more pain to the opposite leg as you slightly moved. The chain connected to it was rooted deep into the cave wall, you’d need a jackhammer to even hope to remove it.

Seems like you really should have listened to all the warning signs you saw at the entrance of the forest, instead of delusionally hoping no harm would have come to you. Now you lay prisoner to some mystery creature. Yelling seemed pointless as no other humans would be anywhere near the entrance of the cavern, and you couldn’t tell how deep you were into it. The noise would also likely attract whatever trapped you, but that almost seemed better than willowing alone in pain. So, you did as any white girl would do in a cheesy horror film and yelled out, “Is anybody there?” . . . A weird mix of relief and disappointment washed over you as silence was your only response. Not even the slightest rustle, only the crackling of embers.

A sigh escaped your lips, almost masking the slight foreign noise just outside from where you could see. Nausea hits like a typhoon once you lay eyes on who you guessed to be your captor. A naga male, he could almost be mistaken for a model if it wasn’t for the tail that replaced where legs would be. “The rabbit finally awakens I see.” A silky deeper voice, one that overenunciated its s’ by quite a bit. His tan upper half shifted as he went to throw the sticks into the dying fire. Once he moved closer you could finally get a good look at him, his snake side resembling a ‘tiger snake’ with the black and yellow banding. A sharp jawline matched, with sharp golden brown eyes. Black hair tied messily into a bun. Could be worse, much better than some smelly goblin at least. Your internal monologue was disrupted as he moved to you, getting closer to your swollen leg. “Suprised it hasn’t turned purple yet.” He let out a snide hiss as he poked it, his smile widening as you whimpered out in pain. “But don’t worry, it’s only been mere hours. It’ll swell much more by morning.” A prideful huff as those sharp eyes glanced down at you. He was obviously mocking you, and you could only grit your teeth in response. His hand swatting at you, “No need for that, I’m not going to let it get that bad dear.” The tone made him seem so condescending that you wouldn’t be surprised if he bit you again, right in the same puncture wounds. “Now, give me a second, don’t go anywhere!” . . . Maybe a goblin would have been better. His form quickly slithers out of the area leaving nothing but the sounds of embers once again.

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starlightshadowsworld · 6 months ago

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Red and White Promises

(spoilers for Bsd Chapter 117.

Tw for suicidal ideation.)

Akutagawa frowned. "Where did you say you heard fighting? He asked, looking up at Aya who he was carrying on his back. With a stubbornness to rival the Jinko Aya had insisted on walking.

But between the sheer amount of debris and her injured leg, she eventually relented. It probably wasn't the best idea to bring her here. But Akutugawa couldn't just leave her, not injured and defenceless.

Perhaps the Agencies doctor was nearby, than at the very least Aya could run if need be. Though Akutagawa had the feeling she wouldn't. It was a respectable quality of hers.

"It was coming from over there" said Aya, matching his frown. "I don't hear anything though... Maybe they won?" Aya didn't seem so confident and Akutugawa didn't have the heart to voice his dread.

"Perhaps" is all he said, keeping his ears peeled as he walked closer. Rashomon ready the moment he needed to defend them both.There was nothing.

No fighting, no people, nothing but wreckage.

"But I don't understand. There was fighting, I swear I saw it there was a big blue horned thing and everything." Said Aya, and looking around in confusion.

"I believe you" said Akutugawa. He could see clearly the signs that a fight had taken place. "Was I..." He couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence. His memories had been blurry since the ship but he had remerged here.

Luckily Aya seemed to catch on and shook her head. "Not for this, after I jumped off the roof you and the other vampires were stopped by Bram." Akutugawa paused, looking up at he'd incredously.

"Oh it's fine you caught me." Replied Aya waving off his concern. Akutagawa nodded, making a mental note for them to discuss this later. "Good, I'd hate you for to fall" he said and resumed his search.

And if he noticed her genuine smile he didn't comment on it.

Instead Akutugawa let Aya lead him to where she'd been before running off. It looked just as damaged as the rest of the airport and Akutugawa was beginning to lose hope.

Which was when he heard coughing.

"Over there!" Called Aya, pointing ahead and Akutugawa mentally thanked her sharp hearing. He headed for the sound, fast but cautious incase it was some sort of trap.

The source was a pile of debris that, concerningly had a pool of blood seeping out from underneath. Akutugawa made quick work of removing the largest part of wreckage....and was surprised and horrified to see who was underneath.

"Jinko!" He cried seeing his rival for the first time in what felt like forever. "Tiger dude!" Echoed Aya, staring at Atsushi in shock and worry. A sentiment Akutugawa shared greatly because Atsushi looked awful.

His white shirt had been dyed red. One of his arms was held to his chest. It was transformed, perhaps to save it from being crushed. But the other had not been so lucky. His leg looked broken and the other was missing from the knee down.

But perhaps worst of all, Atsushi didn't even respond to his words. He just stared absentmindly as his ability began to do its job now the wreckage was removed. "Jinko? Jinko what happened?" Asked Akutagawa, but he got no response.

Atsushi didn't even look him and Akutugawa's worry only grew. "He might be in shock" said Aya thoughtfully. "What do you mean, he doesn't look surprised." Said Akutugawa very confused as Aya shook her head.

"Not like that. My karate teacher said sometimes when people get really hurt or scared they kinda zone out and into their head for a bit." She explained and while confused Akutugawa figured that was probably a good guess as to what was happening.

"What do you do when that happens?" Aya wracked her brain before remembering what happened after the train station bombing. The police had given her a blanket her to wear, explaining to Kunikida that keeping her warm would stop her from going into shock.

"We've gotta keep him warm but we don't have any blankets here." She said somewhat defeated before getting an idea.

"Your coat!" Luckily Akutagawa caught on quickly and gently sat her down before taking his coat off and putting it around Atsushi.

He couldn't find it in himself to even joke about sending Atsushi the cleaning bill for getting blood on his clothes. After what felt hours, Atsushi finally moved. Confusion on his face as he ran the hand that wasn't pressed to his chest, across the coat.

Before understanding set in "Akutugawa...?"

Relief flooded Akutugawa's veins as he nodded. "I'm here, Jinko" Atsushi nodded slowly, looking up at him for the first time.

And oh Akutugawa wanted to find whoever hurt him and make them pay. Atsushi was covered in blood and grime, the only clean part of his face was where tears had clearly fallen.

He looked so so small bundled up in Akutugawa's coat. "I'm here too" waved Aya and if Atsushi seemed surprised to see her he didn't show it. Perhaps he was still in shock? Though he did wave back at Aya which felt like a win.

"You kept your deal" and Akutugawa knew he didn't just mean to forgo killing for 6 months. But to learn the value of life, to protect it, to defend it rather than only take it away. "I have" smiled Akutagawa, he'd had a great teacher after all.

"You should fulfill the rest of it."

Akutagawa's blood ran cold. Of course he knew the end goal of the deal. He'd been the one to make it after all. But he couldn't bring himself to kill the Jinko.

Not now, not 6 months later. Even with the blurryness of his memories, his rivals scream when Akutugawa ripped his limbs apart would haunt him for the rest of his life.

The only comfort Akutugawa had now was that Atsushi's current state wasn't caused by him.Where was his Jinko that spat in the face of their deal and made his own terms?

His Jinko, the self admitted coward who stood at his side and fought to the bitter end against overwhelming odds.His Jinko who's eyes were full of darkness, his words pained and his smile empty. "

Jinko..."

"They're gone."

Akutagawa wasn't sure what he expected next. Maybe anger but a sad, mournful whisper devoid of all emotion was not one of them.

The sound of a man who had lost everything."He came, he was here right infront of us and we were nothing to him! Mr Kunikida told me to run..." And that's when Akutagawa realised that Atsushi had been holding something to his chest.

A small green notebook with "Ideal" written on it. Akutagawa knew that notebook. He may not have known the man who weilded it, but he knew enough. He wouldn't have given up without a fight, none of them would have.

It wasn't a battlefield Akutugawa had stumbled across. But the aftermath of a massacre.

"Mr Kunikida...? No, no he can't be.." whispered Aya in growing horror. Atsushi shook his head "he told me to run. I grabbed Junichiro and left him there. He said... He said fantastic move" said Atsushi in a haunted whisper.

He hugged his knees close, shaking from head to toe as he lost himself in his own heartache.

"Than it was Junichiro, his head got skewed. The President gave up. Ranpo told me it was okay... I don't know where everyone else is but their gone. They're all gone."He looked at Akutugawa, tears in his eyes. "And I ran like a coward so he left me to die."

Akutugawa shook his head "you are the furthest thing from a coward." He said firmly, wrapping an arm around Atsushi and the other around Aya. "I am. I'm a coward. And I should be dead... You should finish me off. Please. Please Akutugawa I can't be alone anymore. "

If Akutugawa's is heart hadn't broken already it had now shattered. The day they'd met Akutugawa would've killed him without question.

Now he couldn't bare to see him in pain. "I am not your friends. I am not your family, but I will not leave you here to rot." Said Akutugawa firmly. "On that I promise you, you will never be alone again. Neither of you will." He said, looking at Aya who only clung to him in response.

A reminder of his vow to Bram Stoker. A reminder of the lesson Atsushi had taught him. He would not let either of them come to more harm. He needed to get out of here. He needed to regroup and make a plan.

He needed to get Aya and Atsushi medical attention and a warm bed. Some food, some good food and to call his sister and tell her he was okay.

He needed to force Amenogozen to make this all right. And he would, even if he had to fight Fukuchi himself. Because never did he want Atsushi to look so broken as he did right now. Never did he want to see Aya look so upset.

Akutagawa would do all of that in time. But for now he held the two of them in his arms. Because for now that was what was most important.

"Can you tell Dazai I'm sorry" said Atsushi, swaying from where he sat. His whole body was trembling and he was utterly exhausted.

Akutugawa was just relieved that Atsushi let him rest his head on his shoulder. He'd never felt so powerless but he would be strong. Atsushi had caught him when he was breaking.

And Akutugawa would do the same. "You can tell him yourself. But I swear, we will fix this." He said, pulling his coat more securely around Atsushi. "Don't go..." Said Atsushi as sleep finally overtook him.

"I won't, I promise" said Akutugawa with a sad smile."You should get some rest too" he said to Aya who was trying and failing to hide a yawn. "Nah, I'm a hero of Justice I can't just sleep in the middle of a mission.

Akutugawa shook his head fondly despite the current situation. "I'll wake you up when we begin talking. But help will take a while, you'll need to be well rested to carry out your duties, oh great knight of Justice."

Aya studied him for a moment before resting her head on his other shoulder. "Alright, but you better wake me up" she said. He agreed and hummed a tune as she finally fell asleep.

Fukuchi, Fyodor whoever had caused this was going to pay.

Because Akutugawa Ryuunosuke didn't break his promises. And no one was going to hurt those he vowed to protect.

#bsd 117 spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #bsd 117 #bsd manga #bungou stray dogs #bsd #one shot #fanfic

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ticklingisart · 7 months ago

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The Tickle-Themed Beach Resort

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Our resort is located right on the ocean, and the rooms are all individual bungalows on the water. Each suite has an amazing view of the water right from the bed, which is advantageous if you prefer to have private play away from spectators. The rooms are equipped with four poster beds which are ornately decorated and provide ample methods for creative bondage!

Kinetic Beach Resort is designed for play; privately or publicly, one on one or group. The main building you’re in now has several restaurants and lounges, a spa, and plenty of spaces for play.

The largest of our play rooms is called the red feather, it’s outfitted with tables, stocks, crosses, and just about every tickling tool you could ever want. Obviously, this room is where public, and consented group play, takes place so if neither of those are your thing, that’s probably not the room for you.

Smaller play rooms are still equipped with plenty of tickling tools, as well as different types of bondage equipment for your use and pleasure. You can find information on what’s available on one of the resort maps.

At our resort’s beach and pool, you’ll find special beach chairs that have cuffs at the four corners so that you can bind your lee for individual public play, or you can invite your fellow resort goers to play as well.

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Lees must be barefoot or in flip-flops at all times; their feet must not be concealed.

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dragonthunders01 · 1 year ago

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Spectember D22: Interspecific display

In the late Jurassic of north America, where titanic sauropods, ferocious theropods and a myriad of different dinosaurs should roam there I instead titanic dicynodonts and derived elephant sized Traversodontids wanders on the forests, hunted down by a variety of predatory Mammaliaforms and diverse cynodonts, and below many minor other synapsids and small new diapsids roams as middle size fauna, this world never saw any archosauromorphs rise as they became extinct in the Permian, leaving the Triassic and Jurassic to be fully dominated by the second wave of synapsids after the great dying and the minor constrains of an even weaker Triassic/Jurassic mass extinction.

With that and the time given it allowed some groups to diversify in ways they couldn’t have done in our timeline, specially for dicynodonts which apart of being the largest terrestrial animals here they also have been experimenting in other niches as aquatic herbivores, scavengers and even some small carnivores, and so many herbivores developing different fighting or extravagant ornaments in order to show their strength and good gene pool for any possible mate. This is where the Branched Warmcorns (Calenocristas multichromus) comes into play, coming from a lineage of more gracile forms than the usual beaked behemoth, they are around 2 meters long and they are the largest most flamboyant animals of the forestall regions, the young males and females are often dull colored with only a handful of prominent minor crests and horns, but an adult male in their peak would expose a series of very large ornamental crests and horns that bright in very warm colorations, including a variety of yellows, pinks, oranges and reds, all reflecting from a light blue face up to the back of the head. The bright adult has often to be dealing either with predators as well with other large males or just recently grown younger individuals that defy their domain over specific territories, normally with constant head ramming and even biting. They live in groups of 20 individuals, often a bull male is surrounded by different age females and just young individuals, which males reaching certain age have to leave before the main male could threat them or even kill them.

#speculative evolution #alternative evolution #jurassic #dicynodont #spectember

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sea-stone · 7 months ago

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Hey again everyone! Just wanted to update you all and thank you for the lovely reception I got for part one of my weretiger story. It's been so sweet to see people enjoy it so much :3 I can't wait for finish editing part 2 to share with you all!

That being said, I want to share part one ofnmy second story in the series "A Durkmuir County Tale" featuring a more original monster hybrid and another human. This one is much longer and gets pretty horny but not graphic. Thank you again @monstersflashlight and @aftermidnightspecial for being my beta readers this time around, and a special thanks to @aftermidnightspecial for providing much needed editing and positive critique!

Please enjoy!

Swim Lessons with a Siren

Part One: A Fortunate Misunderstanding

(About 4100 words)

Content Advisory: Discussion of Trauma (Drowning), Discussion and Description of Panic Attack Reponse, Brief Discussion of Consentual Sex Work, Horny but no graphic depictions (heheh yet!)

Leon had been lazily swimming around the main pool when he heard the chimes from the front entrance door. He drifted to the side, and pondered as he heard heavy breathing and your footsteps. This was not normally how people entered his sessions, but perhaps you were anxious, having to fight a case of cold feet? He didn’t expect you trotting up, your hair stuffed in a tight, strained bun, carrying a large duffel bag with lime green swimming flippers strapped to the side. Embarrassment dusted your cheeks with color under your numerous freckles, as it had also reddened your visible upper chest. You stopped, leaning over and hands pressed on your knees, to catch your breath. With how deeply you gasped for air, Leon would have thought you ran several miles rather than from the front parking lot.

Once you stood back up, you gave a small wave and you spoke. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late.” You wiped your hands on your dark colored jeans. “I got held up at work,” you explained, pausing briefly to consider your words before continuing. “I’ll go ahead and get ready real quick. If I still smell kinda-weird, it’s because I work with a lot of dogs.” You seemed pleased with your explanation, so you gave a quick nod before trotting over to the changing rooms.

Leon hadn’t felt he needed such a formal explanation, but he wasn’t sure what to think about you in general. Perhaps you felt the need to explain nearly everything because of his look of utter bemusement on his face. Clearly, you were not here for the usual reasons. With an amused sigh, he swam to the shallows and stepped out the stairs. He tried to imagine what you would have looked like had you seen he was actually swimming naked and he chucked amused to himself. “Damnit, Melissa,” he said to himself. “What weird thing did you put me up to? And why was it with someone so damn cute?” He walked to the lounge chair with his belongings on them and pulled up his baggy, black swim trunks.

When you emerged from the changing rooms, your hair was slicked back in a new, wet bun, and under your arm you carried a dark green towel and bright green swimming goggles. You wore a conservative, dark green one piece with a back zipper. Leon noted that you must have had a change of heart on the flippers as you chose to leave them behind. You approached the stair that led down towards the largest pool with growing apprehension and gave a worried glance before continuing further. Once at the landing, you froze in place. He saw how your chest fluttered like a terrified animal and he was compelled to walk to you. You stared wide-eyed at the pool; and as he drew closer, he noticed you trembled terribly. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked and gripped your shoulder. You didn’t flinch at his touch, not seemingly alarmed by his inhuman skin on yours. It actually snapped you back to reality, and you turned your wide-eyed gaze up to him. Your eyes then softened, recognizing and comforted by the genuine concern in Leon’s expression. A few moments later, you turned away to rapidly blink as if something had been in your eye.

“I -uh, yeah,” you stuttered, but squeezed your eyes shut for a moment as you took a deliberately long, slow inhale. He kept his grip on you as you breathed out, and you reached up to his hand and gave his hand an affirming squeeze. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been here,” you admitted, a more calm and almost forlorn tinge to your voice. “It’s bringing up a lot of memories, and one particularly not pleasant one.” You returned his eye contact, and smiled softly. “I should have brought this up to Melissa when I talked to her.”

You released your grasp of his hand, casting your attention to the pool not more than twenty feet from you. You didn’t object when he took your hand into a reassuring hold. He watched you with keen interest, his silence was a strange, welcomed reaction so you continued to talk. “I actually know how to swim, but I had a bad accident a little over a year ago. I fell from a cliff on Viper’s Bend and drowned in the rapids. The only reason I survived was because my two brothers found me not too far downstream from where I hit the water,” He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. You looked back up at him, sensing he was able to speak.

“You don’t need to force yourself,” he assured you, a sweet warmth in his voice that made you smile gently. “Even being an aquatic being myself, I never dare swim near those rapids. I can’t imagine how that felt, for a human.”

“I’m lucky to be alive, but,” you bit your lip pensively and your eyes lit up with determination. “I’m tired of being scared of something that used to bring me so much joy. I grew up swimming, and I continuously swam every week, no matter the season. My family called me their Little Mermaid. I have so many happy memories. I don’t want that one instance to control my happiness.”

Leon tried his best not to convey how moved he was by those words, but when your smile deepened, he knew he hadn’t been successful. Your nose crinkled when you smiled, he noted, in such an endearing way. “Let’s take this slow and steady, then,” he said with an encouraging squeeze to your hand.

You let him walk you around the largest pool, giving it a wide berth, and redirected your attention back to him when it strayed by giving your arm a small jerk. He took you to a separate large room with two shallower pools with a hot tub at either end of the room. He directed you to leave your towel and belongings by a lounge chair, and he waited for you to join him at the edge of the more shallow of the two larger pools. He took both of your hands now, holding them so he had his thumbs on the tops of your hands. “We will go only at your pace, and we can stop at any time,” he assured you. You gave him a nod and watched as he took one step in. Your breathing started to shallow, but you furrowed your brow as you coached yourself with intentional breaths. Gently, you brought your leg up and down, mindful of how it trembled till the sole of your feet touched the cool water. Your toes twitched as you fought back the urge to flinch that would have sent you stumbling back away from the water’s edge.

You peered into his eyes and admired them thoroughly. Despite their uncannily large size, their near perfect circular shape and almost frog-like pupils, you took in every speckle that made up the mosaic of those wonderful green and gold irises with awe. In his enveloping gaze, there shone through so much genuine compassion and patience that it made your chest ache with appreciation and your whole body flutter. No one - not any human or paranormal you’ve ever known - had brought you so much security in the midst of your fear that had drowned you over and over again.

You didn’t even shy away when heat stirred inside you and dusted across your cheeks. Despite your intense observation, you hadn’t noticed that his expression held a growing admiration, and enamoredness when you refocused your gaze down at your feet. You finally let your foot slip past the pool water’s surface and pressed down until you felt the grip of the concrete against your skin. You couldn’t help a childish smile, though it faded quickly as you tried to refocus. You followed that success you felt and swiftly brought your other foot to join you, touching the textured cement steps. Your mind tried to betray you, reflecting on how the texture reminded you of the rough and unforgiving boulders you crashed into trying to keep your head above water that painful day.

At such an image, a surge of panic threatened to cloud your vision, the beginning of it distorting the periphery. Leon witnessed the start of your spiral and squeezed your hands, bringing your focus back to him. When your focus finally returned to him, he gave you an affirming nod. Slowly, painfully, you took another step down. The water now softly swayed against his knees, the dark, muddy green of his skin almost looking black against the light blue pool lights. “I’m okay,” you told yourself aloud very softly and you repeated it a few times just to be sure.

“You are okay,” Leon was beaming up at you. He reminded you each time he was there for you as he stroked the back of your hands with his thumbs. There was a unique texture to his thumb pads that gripped lightly at your skin like smooth ridges. They dragged slightly as they passed over your skin and this helped you stay grounded in the moment. You took the next hurdle quicker with the next step down with one foot after the other in a more fluid succession. With another nod of confidence, he stepped down a moment after onto the last step of the pool stairs. The water now passed his knee, pulling and soaking the bottom half of his shorts.

“Just one more step.” Leon told you. You took a hard gulp and nodded again. Returning the nod, he continued. “You’ve got this. Nothing will harm you here. I’ve got you, and I believe in you.” Your cheeks warmed at his last sentence, and you cast your eyes to the side as your mouth upturned with a small, shy smile. His eyes widened as he realized his word’s effect and forced himself to clear his throat from embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered shyly.

“It’s okay,” you replied with a similar timid tone and you both looked up to watch each other again. “It was really sweet. I appreciate it.” He nodded, his own cheeks now reflecting his nerves, but his hands were still steady as they held yours. “You ready?” Again, you nodded. You took one last deep breath and stepped down, bracing your legs as water lapped at your upper thigh. You let out a shaky exhale, bringing your other leg down. Goosebumps crept up your legs, up your back, and down your shoulders to your hands. As your nerves traveled down your chest, your nipples swelled and pressed against the tight material of your suit. You let out a small gasp, alarmed by how much you enjoyed that feeling and bit your lip to stifle any further noise. You leaned back, your vision blurred signifcantly; Leon pulled you forward, guiding you to sit on the steps.

Somehow, Leon appeared to not notice your confused arousal because the compassionate energy was still present in his gaze. “I guess that’s my limit for tonight,” you remarked, breathy from the growing lightheadedness, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in your tone. Your eyes drifted from his, and you started rapidly blinking again, overwhelming tears threatening to drip down. He lifted a hand and gripped your chin firmly and with a gentle tug, he brought your eyes back to his.

“Hey, you should give yourself more credit, human.” he said sternly, but the endearing nature was evident. “You’ve shown me more strength and resilience than I’ve ever seen in any of your species.” The firm tone was strange, but in a sigh, he added with great tenderness, “You’re amazing.”

Your breath hitched as your heart began hammering in your chest. Your face might have finally recovered from your last embarrassed blush, but the heat and color was back again in your cheeks. How much more excitement could you handle before your heart sprung out of your chest?

After a few seconds, Leon’s whole face flushed as he realized again how intimate his words were. He broke off eye contact and anxiously cleared his throat. You snickered through your nose and he released your shoulders as he smiled with pensive excitement.

The moment was ruined because you were the first to notice the time and your body stiffened upon the realization. He glanced behind him at the large clock, seeing painfully clear that it was past 10pm. He turned back to you with a somber, knowing look.

“Looks like I should get going. It’s already been an hour.” He continued to not respond and watched you as you tried to stand up. When you couldn’t rise without grasping at the railing, he swept you into his arms into a tight embrace and walked you both out of the pool. You gasped, your breath stolen right out of your lungs at the fact his skin was still oddly cool and damp to the touch and how strange the sensations of cool and heat clashed with your chests pressed so tightly together. Just as suddenly as he brought you close, he released you. His chilling touch only lingering where his fingers had wrapped around yours. He wouldn’t look up at you and for the first time, he kept his gaze from you. You saw how his own chest rose and fell at a quickened pace. You didn’t want to let go of him. The thought of it seemed almost painful. Yet, when he didn’t look at you, when he didn’t explain his actions, you slowly pulled your fingers from his grasp.

You backed away, but when he didn’t move again, you turned and gathered your belongings. You sighed as you looked towards the front of the swim center. You pulled some money you had folded into your towel. You listened as he approached, his wet feet slapping the floor loudly, and you waited until he had stopped behind you before you spoke again. “Melissa said you preferred cash, but she didn’t specify how much you wanted,” you told him. “If what I have isn’t enough, I can leave the rest with her if you would like.”

You observed the sounds of his struggling breathing, felt his eyes burrowing in the back of your skin just a few inches above you. You slowly turned to meet his gaze. You hadn’t expected how frantic they would look, how his pupils fluttered as they near-fully dilated, leaving only a thin rim of vibrant color in his otherwise black eyes. You felt your heart racing again, feeling his ragged breath on your face as you tried to understand what he couldn’t say.

“Leon, what’s going on?” you asked gently. You knew he was panicking but you didn’t want to accept why. The possible ideas made your head spin, your heart ache and swirling in your gut the long forgotten emotion of yearning. You quietly called out his name, to try and bring him back to you. When he didn’t respond, you dared to lift your free hand and cup his cool cheek. His lips silently parted first with an anguished sigh.

“I can’t take your money,” his hushed yet strained voice finally fell from his lips and his tongue anxiously flicked out of his mouth. Your eyes flicked down to glimpse at his dark, velvety tongue and absentmindedly bit your lip before looking back up at him. You wondered if your eyes shared a similar look, shared at least some of the bewildering wanton desire swelling inside you. “It doesn’t feel right. We didn’t, um,” he stammered, a groan coming from his throat as he tried to speak, “I didn’t perform my-uh-usual services. I don’t want to take your money.” Now he rapidly blinked, straining to find the right words. You waited patiently for him, your own thumb now strumming his damp cheek. “I didn’t do enough for you.” He ended with a sigh.

“You’ve done so much for me,” you reminded him. “You helped me start to face my greatest fear. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

“No!” he objected loudly enough for his voice to echo into the high ceiling and down again. You stepped back stunned yet captivated. He closed the short distance, muttering an apology under his breath and pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes tightly shut. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his arms tightly into your back. You tossed your towel and such aside and wrapped your arms around his neck. You closed your eyes too and pressed your forehead against his. You followed his tempo of his breath initially and then deepened your own to encourage you both to slow down. You both held each other with firm tenderness, leaning your bodies together to comfort in your shared uneased state.

Perhaps a few minutes passed when you heard Leon lick his lips again and swallow hard as he gathered courage to speak. “I want to help you more.” Leon admitted and finally pulled his forehead away to look down on you. Your eyes fluttered open to see his calmer eyes, how they remained dark wells with ambiguity. “I want to help you help yourself and I don’t want to do it for money. I want to help because,” he let his eyelids droop slightly as grazed the side of his nose on the side of yours. “I want to see you happy. I want to see you swim again and I want to see the proud look on your face when you do it.” His words were barely above a whisper. You became aware of the pull to meet his lips. This need burned greatly, the thin skin screaming to embrace what they so craved.

“Leon, I-” you gasped as his arms tightened even more around your waist, trying to get every bit of himself to embrace you as fully as possible. His chest heaved against you, his heart beat thundering against your rib cage. Even though he had always felt cold, heat was rapidly building at every point your bodies converged.

“Do you want this?” he asked with wanton lust oozing from his words. A brief exponentially tense moment of consideration passed between you. You answered by clumsily embracing his lips with your own. His lips were slick in a thin film of slime that made your skin lightly throb and excited you more than you expected. Boldly, your tongue burrowed past his lips and swept it across his many serrated teeth. He responded with a deep groan from the base of his throat and you echoed with your own pitiful attempt to match his intensity.

You two were locked in a growing frenzy as your hands began testing and teasing one another’s bodies. You whined into his maw with each squeeze as each touch unlocked a welcomed sensation and added fuel to the growing blaze between your legs. This passionate embrace threatened to swallow you whole and lose yourself in building pressure of pleasure. You hadn’t realized you had moved until he had pressed you against the wall. He pinned you there as he began grinding his pelvis, his growing hot bulge into your most tender point. You nearly screamed and he pulled away with a small pop. A mixture of slime and drool connected your mouths together.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, gasping for air. You weren’t expecting the carnal hunger in his eyes and how much you wanted to relent to it but the bitter presence of fear in your mouth reminded you of your timidness. His gaze began to cool, to soften with gentle compassion as you strained through wheezing breath what you needed to say.

“I-I’m scared,” you admitted with your overwhelming feelings stinging your eyes. “I don’t-normally do this, especially not this fast. I don’t want to disappoint you.” His calm composure returned with his understanding smile. He released you slowly from his tight hold and gave you some room to breath, choosing instead to intertwine your fingers together.

“You would never!” he purred, his eyes half lidded with a lazy warmth on his cheeks. “We will go slow and steady, I promise.” You gave an appreciative nod and gave him a light kiss on his lips. He returned it, not pressing further.

Leon walked you back to the changing room, refusing to let go of your hand until you were at the door. You promised you wouldn’t take long, that you just had to rinse off and put your clothes back on. Your skin itched with excitement and you almost seemed to dance as you hurried your movements. Leon retrieved his own belongings where he left them by the front pool, humming a blissful tune and darted back to where he left you just outside the door. You appeared moments later and gratefully grimmiced when he began sniffing. “Oh, sorry. I’m still wearing my work clothes.” You lifted your arm high for a moment, crinkled your nose and pretended to gag. This effort earned you Leon’s amused chuckle and your cheeks hurt from how wide your smile grew.

“You smell like a werewolf,” he remarked with an affirming nod. “I couldn’t smell it after you came out with your swimsuit, but now I am sure. But you aren’t a werewolf? Otherwise, Melissa wouldn’t have referred you to me. I have -” he laughed shyly for a moment before continuing, “-more consistent patience with humans than others claim they do.”

“My brothers are the werewolves,” you admitted and clarified further when he gave you a perplexed look. “They are my half brothers technically, but I’ve spent my whole life with them. My mom met my Wolf father when I was a baby and the boys were born about 16 or so months later.”

“That explains why you didn’t seem in any way alarmed by me.”

“Why would I be? You’re incredibly cute!” You snickered and playfully winked, blushing as you did so. Leon didn’t stop himself from planting a kiss on your forehead and smiled again afterward. “I also told Melissa I wanted the best teacher, so she recommended you immediately.”

“How did you get her number?” Leon asked, but before he could continue, your eyebrows knotted into confusion. “I mean, how else did you talk to Melissa?”

“I saw her working here at the front desk,” I explained, giving a suspicious look. “I forced myself to go here last week to try and remember some happy memories. When she saw my distress after walking in, she called me over to the welcome desk. I briefly explained to her, like how I did to you, why I looked so upset and emphasized that I needed someone who had a lot of patience and experience to help me. Kind of like Exposure Therapy?”

Leon was stupefied and when you asked him why, he silently guided you over to the billboard right next to the front desk. There were numerous fliers for local and county-wide swim teams and also independent flyers for private swim lessons. You had clearly seen some of these flyers around town. Leon pointed to a pale turquoise half sheet flier that, in large very ornamental cursive, very plainly said, “Wanna Sleep with the Fishes? Call to schedule a Swim Lesson with a Siren”, and at the bottom was a strip of paper one could rip off to take the number with them. “So, if you understand now, imagine my surprise when I see,” he paused as he turned to you, and broke out in a fiendish, toothy grin. You had reached a new level of self-consciousness, a new deep shade of red as you finally understood what he meant. You could hardly believe it but when you reached out and touched the printer paper, sure enough, it was there and you couldn’t bear to look up at Leon.

You hadn’t noticed he had leaned in until you felt his lips tickle the edge of your ear, threatening to send you in a lustful spiral. “You know, you blush like a virgin,” he purred. You felt yourself let out an unintentional desperate whimper and you covered your mouth shamefully. You expected him to laugh again but he surprised you when he made what sounded like a teeth clattering chitter, quickly followed by a very deep, very horny sigh. “Oh, don’t you worry, my Darling,'' he said hotly in your ear before moving to press an icy, wet kiss to your temple. “Sooner than later, you will know why many humans paid so handsomely for my special lessons.”

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