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uchihaharlot · 10 months ago

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Hey there! Love your work and if you're still doing requests, I've got one for ya: a hot, sexy threesome between a female reader, Itachi (loooove him) and Shisui. I'm imagining a competition angle where they've both been pining after the same girl for a while and she likes them both too, but can't choose (and I mean, who could, right? Lol). Eventually, someone (probably Shisui based on my own interpretations of his personality) decides that choosing sucks and sharing is caring, leading to super hot sex 🔥

Ooooo deary,

You speak right to my soul. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized being the center of an Uchiha pissing contest. I’ve always felt that love is kind; love is free and love is patient.I’m hikjackjng your request a bit, I’ve had a draft for several months. There is no real competition here, but extremely hot solicited sex and yes. You are correct, Shisui is one hundred percent the purveyor of pleasure.

It will be soo worth it though; there is a second part to this — written by @shisuis-left-nipple, my draft is also beta’d by her as well — thank you my little Shisui harlot. I dream nothing more of being an Uchiha sandwich on a daily basis.

I’ll forefront this by saying there is mentioning of Shiita. Nothing overtly intimate between the two, but it’s undeniably there and at the back burner. Though you are the main focus of this event, I do apologize to the people who haven’t eaten the forbidden fruit.

NSFW; all out Uchiha fuckfest; overstimulation; multiple climaxes; fucked stupid; mild Shiita.

Yea I thought about this for a while. How did you even get in this situation? Probably met at the spring festival and all.

Since, in my au head canon, they foiled the coup. Shisui lives, Itachi rules the coop. Feel free to ask me about exactly what happened — there is so, so much in my one brain cell.

Itachi is now clan leader these days. Shisui is his right-hand man. They've grown out of that phase of just the two of them. I know it's not everyone's cup, but they definitely fucked and now that they're adults and have clan responsibilities, growing out of that phase.… though sometimes they share a girl here or there.

So, here you are at the festival. Looking so gorgeous it's damn near criminal. The spring festival is held in the Uchiha district this year — Shisui called it reclamation day. As part of the planning committee sent by the Godaime, you get to enjoy all the hard work you put into decorating their little corner of the world and Shisui is grateful.

I mean really grateful, his cock thanks you too. Your guys’ budding romance starts out slow.… lol, ya whatever that means in Shisui’s head.

Shisui is the extrovert while Itachi is still a bit shy and reserved. (This might get confusing because Izumi obviously hadn't died, but let's just say well.... I think most of the Uchiha believe in free love. At least the younger progressive ones. It keeps the curse of hatred at bay and sex is free. Love is kind).

Who in their right mind wasn't fucking one another in that gorgeous clan of men?

Everyone was.

This event really turned out, ‘the Uchiha are eternally indebted to you for your hard work' says Shisui. He's the charmer — the concierge of bedroom antics. The proprietor for drawing the women into the sheets.

It doesn't take Shisui long to make fucking shit out of you a habit, upheaving your feels and all. Just casually, no big deal. Starts asking questions after a hot session, of course he came to you during lunch. When he has a craving, the man is insatiable. You mention a few taboo things, maybe binding, nothing too extravagant or out of the ordinary. But he is calculating — ever the entrepreneur, ‘how can I give this girl the most beautiful experience of her life?’ He thinks.

Shisui drops the threesome paper bomb in your lap and you’re like — ‘uhhh….yea, sure. Why not but, with…who?’

‘Well Itachi, of course.’ Just so damn casual like it was a regular Tuesday and he hadn’t spent the last half hour rearranging your guts.

Cue blank screen syndrome, ‘what?’ As if waiting for the room to read itself, ‘is this….something you guys do….regularly?’

‘Yea, sometimes. Just so happened to tell him about this woman who has me in a chokehold. Stealing my soul and that her beauty makes the sun ashamed to shine.’ That sort of Casanova type shit, sick as cancer. Shisui was undoubtedly winning this match.

It serves your desire on a silver kunai. The wet mixture the two of you had created rehydrates and Shisui takes the opportunity to fuck you again, slower — deeper. Asking if you’re interested mid stroke, whispering filth in your ear as you start to come undone. Sexual coercion at its finest. You’re so aroused at the thought of this situation you come hard when he mentions some quip about being a double stuffed bento box.

The good, good Itachi is so prim and proper. He hosts a mini dinner, and you’re sort of sweating, uncertainty beckons you. What the hell is going on here…..it’s mildly unsettling at first, but Itachi refuses to fuck a woman he doesn’t know a little bit about. You all three enjoy Itachi’s over the top meal and the conversation flows. The awkwardness melts away and it isn’t long before Shisui takes off leaving you two alone.

Itachi takes you out to sit on the enagwa for tea. He is such a gentleman to consider you this way. While Shisui preps their sanctum, Itachi’s lips make his first impression, and boy it's hot. Not that Shisui wasn’t the connoisseur of making out himself, but Itachi’s kiss is gentle — light. Soft as petals that feather and cradle yours, making you embarrassingly breathless almost immediately. He wants to make sure you're comfortable with this whole situation and Shisui always finds his chivalry adorable, but you can't talk Itachi out of it. He has to do this. It sets the mood and also lowers any preemptive warnings that you might have, since this is already a new thing for you, there won't be any silly toys. Just pure unadulterated pleasure and free love. Once you spend about a half hour lip locked with Itachi, he's going to lead you around the house. Takes you to a room on the back side that’s dimly lit. Starts kissing you in the room behind closed doors when a small gust of wind comes at your back — Shisui. Always one to make an appearance.

Another set of strong hands are at your back. While one wraps around you from the front, the other from the back. Your senses are already in overdrive, Shisui is the impatient one while Itachi likes to draw things out. Shisui hungrily kisses down your neck and Itachi is just swallowing every soft sigh from your lips. Shisui's hands lift at your shirt, and you thought this through. Some cute lacy see through bra that catches Itachi off guard. Has his sights zeroing in, seemingly devouring you through the material.

Shisui wants the bra off, but Itachi has to remind him who the boss is — using that big ‘fuck you’ energy out of nowhere. Shisui just rolls his eyes, a small glint of the sharingan in an exaggerated attempt to look annoyed but not really — fine, so be it. Itachi can have his portion of you but, either way, a candle can burn from both ends if it's double wicked and there is so much of you to explore, top to bottom.

Shisui kisses down your back as it arches, his hands resting on either hip when he crouches. Itachi is nipping and rolling your nipples through the lacy bra. He absolutely loves the temptation of it and maybe even stole a glance through red spun pearls for later review — yep just know that they are going to be recording this for their own personal collection. (Let's touch on the sharingan for a second, I truly believe that it's emotionally charged. If something feels good, it's out in the open. Big bad and red, like an eye erection or some shit lol. Spinning wildly absorbing collective imagery to database — consider it similar to how pupils dilate when it sees something it likes).

Shisui's already got your pants down. He's so hard, Itachi's exceedingly hard too but he takes forever, so Shisui just starts undressing him too because what are friends for? Everyone needs a little help from their friends. You couldn't be really sure, but you’re positive that Shisui may or may not have kissed the tip of Itachi's cock and licked the excitement off, but all you really could hear was his laugh.

Your pants are shucked and tossed aside, Shisui's got you lifting each leg over his shoulder, he's buzzing and wants to start making you moan. Itachi is just following along for now as long as Shisui doesn’t touch his portion of you. Suddenly, you’re slightly lifted up. Looking down you see Shisui sitting on the ground, his arms holding you up. That shit eating grin filling his face as he peers up at you. Then Shisui’s face at your sex inhaling and exhaling hot and breathy, you sit on his shoulders while he holds you at your lower back. Itachi laughs at the audacity of that man, but he knows how insatiable Shisui is. He wants you dripping down his face, chest and eventually his cock.

Itachi finally removes your bra. The sensations are tantalizing — you got one that's slow and sweet and the other that's too fast for his own good. Shunshin no Shisui never could live life in the slow lane. So just like his namesake you're already one and now a second orgasm deep on his mouth. Your hands, well you didn't know what to do with them. ltachi guided one to his shoulder and the other to rake in Shisui's hair, which instantaneously made Shisui groan on your sopping mound, his nose rubbing in the cleft of your heat and his tongue rolling over that deliriously sensitive patch of nerve within your sweet seam. Prodding you, drinking you in and leaving you full-mouthed whimpering.

Once you've been properly worked in, Shisui stands, leaving you at his mercy high in the air. You yelp and cling to him, so this was the actual strength of a renowned shinobi. He lays you so gentle and sweet like on the bed. And yes this time, you saw what you saw, Itachi languidly strokes Shisui's cock before your eyes and you're like what in tarnation — but it was hot because Shisui bit his lip and looked at you like James Dean with big puppy dog reds. They would tease one another here and there and it would absolutely fan the flame between your legs.

Shisui goes over the many ways this could go down and you're like...

‘I'm just here for the ride. Two against one, does it really matter what I want?’ And they both laugh; how adorable because yea, you're right. They're doing it the way they want and Shisui grabs a few things. Lube, leg spacers etc. but you're like ‘uuhhh leg spacers??’ That's when you end up on top of him turned around, your back to his chest and your legs hung over his knees.

All for your consideration and comfort, he's not one to take liberties, not yet. You’re spread open like the world's finest charcuterie board. Itachi's eyes populate and spin red. 'Gorgeous.’ Cause you are, not a damn thing wrong with you, especially from this perspective.

Shisui's hot breath is at your neck, kissing you all over. Not an inch of skin that his lips could reach is untouched. Neck, ears, shoulders — nipping the space between your shoulder blades. Really a pleasure king for you.

Itachi, this man, may not look like much to the naked eye, but he's that and more. So much more, kneels between your legs and just devours you. Like a fucking goddamn goddess, his lips make praise to your sopping cunt. That damned nose, rubbing it all up in your clit while his tongue is gently teasing your slick. You've never had someone be so attentive to you, and while you're distracted in pre orgasm build up, Shisui is administering a severe amount of lube to Itachi's hand. A grand distraction to addle your mind a bit more.

You've already left your consciousness in the sixth dimension and your soul in the 9th circle to hell. What's something a little deeper? As you climax for maybe the sixth time now this evening, Itachi's slim fingers prod at your uncharted asshole. Oh dear. You've not ever experienced ass play. This is unfortunate but also exciting. You moan treasonously and can *feel* Shisui smirking as he kisses and nips at your back. One of his hands splayed across your stomach. Pressing as you climax hard. Itachi wasn't rough, but he wasn't sincere about knocking on the back door.

‘My apologies' Itachi says when you chirp a little bit over it. Gentlemanly as he is, he's ravenous now. And you can't really be sure, but there is more squelches and a brief motion outside your visual perception.

Shisui says some shit like, ‘breathe for me baby’ through bated breath and next thing you know. Itachi's lubed up Shisui's lovely fat cock and is attempting to breach your second entrance. Oh, mama Kaguya! You were a bit selfish when it came to relinquishing control and Shisui offers you some advice, 'look at me gorgeous.'

It’s in this moment you fully understood what Shisui meant about being a double stuffed bento box, he's only sunk about four inches of his cock in your ass and it's not entirely unpleasant, but new. Your neck is craned in a searing kiss with Shisui, him rocking his hips gently until you're comfortable. Itachi toying with your clit to acquiesce the intrusion. Only when Itachi’s mouth sucks on your bud does it then feel really good.

The intake of air to your lungs as an entirely different type of roaring climax, in a whole new group of muscles, doesn't seem to fill you with enough air to accommodate the salacious inconsolable loud moan that escapes your lips. Shisui gently pioneering slow purposed full-length thrusts into a hole that was once too tight for two fingers.

After that, all he has to do is sit pretty. Itachi takes over after you have a few more orgasms, like what, 9 or 10 now total? If you tried to count, just give up. You're done physically, mentally and emotionally at this point. You've left your soul in their vision for it to never be returned. Completely dominated and owned.

But they're Uchiha. They know the effect they have on people. Itachi puts his hair up a little tighter in a bun. Such a cutie, he slowly strokes himself watching as Shisui has his round. Then the room goes still, all you can hear is Shisui's heavy breathing in your ear, as he’s had to hold back quite a bit. You're so taut around him, he almost busted a nut and unfortunately for him, the second Itachi stretches your weeping and already swelling cunt, Shisui does cum — poor bastard. But his best friend makes sure to angle his slow strokes downwards so that way he gets a little bit of friction and as a double whammy the mere feeling of Shisui pulsating and coming inside of you is like an intermittent vibrator, so you climax, full force. Resting your head on Shisui’s shoulder, he kisses your cheek as your eyes roll shut, and you babble like a cute idiot.

So here you are, hot sweaty and now gagged on Shisui’s fingers as he shoves them in your mouth. Shisui didn't necessarily go soft, the overstimulation of you pulsing and continually on edge keeps a lovely semi at his disposal. Itachi's got your arms wrapped up and set behind Shisui's head, his lips tease at your nipples. He is the slow and steady sensual man. You moan, Shisui moans. Everyone is moaning, it's a cacophony of gasps and sighs. Itachi's is just enjoying being the one in charge of you both, then Shisui starts hitting you with some katon heated dirty talk.

'Such a good girl.’

‘You're choking my cock so well.’

'Another one already?'

Just hot talk and even a bit of teasing. Since he's like buckled down for the ride now, he just gets to experience all the pleasure without much work, but he does make sure to suck at your neck, leaving a few marks on your back too. He's considering that maybe you're the girl for him. With his best friend's approval of course, this is just like a clan initiation at this point. Itachi would let you marry Shisui if he really hard pressed him enough, but Shisui feels deeply, this type of connection only comes once in a life and out of the myriad of females they've shared (which isn't many to be honest) you're this Pandora's box that has so many different things about you he already loves.

Someone is falling hard.

Itachi is of course enthralled with your breasts, they're perky, beautiful and each nipple is gently switched between his lips, pert and sensitive. Though he would turn up the heat and use a little bit of that Uchiha fire to warm them up, only to change the sensation and make you writhe. Slowly pumping himself into you, calls you ‘princess,’ of all things. So old school, Itachi started out quiet but when Shisui is kissing one side of your neck, Itachi is sucking and nipping at the other. All timed of course; right as you orgasm again. Always some sort of over stimulation going on and — hey wait a minute! When did Shisui start playing with your clit? You don't know and don't care because this next orgasm was the most intense yet.

And you squirted all over Itachi's cock, raining down on Shisui's, he couldn't help but start to move his hips a little. The contrasting thrusts sending you even further spiraling.

'Are you ok y/n?' A playful jab at your wavering consciousness by Shisui in a deep raspy whisper. You're catatonic.

An Uchiha flesh-light now. Thank the gods you're on the pill. Just the smell of their musk, power of the gods and that smokey katon heat would one hundred percent have you ending up pregnant and Itachi has big people issues right now, he can't have a kid just yet. You might even just become the wife to both of them. Though Shisui is greedy, possessive with what's his. Itachi has Izumi, but that doesn't mean you couldn’t take part in their secret swingers group.

Here you lie between them, filled up tight to the brim. Shisui has definitely cum at minimum three times, his seed seeping out your little bottom hole. Itachi isn't really that much into multiple, he enjoys perpetually edging the hell out of himself and right when he is about to cum, he slips out. Let's Shisui pound you a few good times and thank gods you have a clean booty hole. Itachi slips him out of his new claimed territory and by gods, there is that lovely Shisui cock filling your warm worn-out cunt. So thick and creamy with his seed, just slips into your tight seam. Slowly thrusting into you, he peppers kisses down your left cheek as Itachi takes a breather. Whispering how much you mean to him, so precious and his. Somewhere down the blurred vision to keep your eyes focused, Shisui is comfortably situated back as your butt plug. Time has escaped you, it all just cascades quickly.

Itachi lifts both your legs under Shisui’s *arms*, oof. Spreading you further, nearly to your ears. Folded like a lawn chair, a personal favorite to both. Shisui locks his hands over your sternum and holy hell this man is strong. You moan when Itachi slips back into your tired cunt. You're still so snug and wet though, the two of them each swing their hips in tandem; you weren't expecting this. All that heavy breathing, encouragement from Shisui and maybe a few a 'good girl’ from Itachi here or there. You're stretched to the limit. Can feel their cocks rubbing against one another through that thin layer of skin that separates your two channels.

Shisui's the first one to bust… again, lucky guy. He's had about five maybe? And Itachi reams his slender hand around your neck. You're so far spent; incapable of an orgasm, beyond belief overstimulated to the point that you're not sure if it's pleasant or not anymore. But it's hot, Shisui biting your shoulder, Itachi's grip tightens a little. He's a bit perturbed you've reached your limit before he could cum, so yea.

Tsukuyomi induced orgasm for you, honey.

Red spun pearls lull and bend your subconscious, all he says in the echo chamber is 'cum.’ Much to your surprise, you do, several times more. All over him as he deposits the hottest load of baby gravy into your cunt, making sure to fuck it in you. Tapping it against your cervix like it was some sort of keg tap. Just knock knock knock genetic coding at your womb. But he apologizes for getting so aggressive once he drops that mild soporific genjutsu and Shisui is trying to not snicker at your disheveled face.

Now honey, you've had a rough night. Let's talk some after care. Lots more kissing, worshipping your amazing body for all the shit it's just been through. Wrapped up like a cocoon and carried off into the main portion of the house.

What do you want? Tea? A movie? A bath?

You can bathe with both of them. Or alone. Whoever you choose. They are definitely going to make sure you are treated with the utmost care and adoration the Uchiha have to offer.

Do you need your leg muscles rubbed? They did go numb at some point. So, you have your bath, Shisui is there while Itachi makes tea. Shisui is such a gentleman though, washing your back. Asking if you want to wash your special areas yourself, he feels like maybe they just violated you, but you laugh out loud at and kiss him softly. 'I got exactly what I asked for.’

And he smiles the full length of his mouth. Such a handsome guy, the bath is rather quick. Itachi's readied the tea, and you can have your own room for the night, but like... ‘what if we all just cuddled and slept in the same bed.' You speak.

‘Hot damn, yes that too,’ Shisui quips. You're like a loaded canon and he is absolutely pulling the trigger finger on that.

Itachi nods and smiles, ‘ok.’

So, you have your tea, maybe even watch a movie but girl you are dead on your ass. You pass out within the first twenty minutes, Shisui finishes your tea and carries you to bed. Gently stationed between them, you just sleep so peacefully and serene.

Yep, and then when the morning comes, it's breakfast time.

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howlingday · 3 months ago

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Divine Schnee-Over

Weiss: Ugh! How can commoners sleep in such menial comfort?

Bleiss: It's not that bad.

Weiss: It's humiliating! And absurd! I, Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee family name, attending a motel slumber party like some teenage harlot?

Bleiss: Okay, you are upsetting Stuffy Whitley, and he is NOT vibing with a single word you're saying.

Weiss: ...I'm going to bed.

Bleiss: Oh, come on, really?!

Weiss: (Under covers) Good night.

Bleiss: But sleepovers are supposed to be fun! Don't you want to, I don't know, watch a movie or play video games or order a pizza or even prank call a boy~?

Weiss: A Schnee has no time for such trivial activities. Good night, Bleiss.

Bleiss: Can you at least get the light before you-

Weiss: (Freezes lamp, Short circuits it)

Bleiss: Yeah, that- That works, too...

Bleiss: ...

Bleiss: What about karaoke?

Weiss: Why are you still up?! You do realize that it's almost midnight, right?!

Bleiss: Stuffy Whitley and I are thinking about things to do~. What do you think, Stuffy Whitley~?

Weiss: How about you both go to sleep?!

Bleiss: But we ordered pizza!

Weiss: (Flips covers) Excuse me?! Why would you-

Weiss: Is that pepperoni?

Bleiss: EXTRA pepperoni~.

Weiss: Oh, you bitch!

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Weiss: Alright, let's keept his simple. This boy is a moron, right? So anything should work, really.

Bleiss: Oh, I've got this. Watch and learn~. (Dials scroll)

Sun: (Via scroll) Team SSSN! Team leader Sun speaking~!.

Bleiss: Oh, Sun, I'm afraid I've got some bad news~.

Sun: Huh? Weiss? You got a cold or something?.

Bleiss: It seems your LonelyHunters account just got hacked and everyone knows about your secret foot fetish~.

Sun: My Lonely-What? Weiss, are you pranking me?.

Weiss: (Watches Stuffy Whitley sink away, Watches him sink into shadows)

Bleiss: Oh, come on, are you really that stupid?! Why don't you touch some grass, banana brain?! Mabe learn a thing or two?

Sun: Oh, yeah, Weiss? You know I'm gonna touch? Your mom's fat tits! Hell, I just might grab her ass, too! Again! Now stop wasting my time with this bullshit!. (Hangs up)

Weiss: (Blinks, Stuffy Whitley next to her) You know, I don't have any idea what any of that meant. But it was kind of fun.

Bleiss: Not only did we potentially ruin a marriage, but we also made Jacques Schnee a cuck while doing it~.

Weiss: I see~.

Bleiss: Modern problems require modern solutions. Dumb bastard is probably looking up LonelyHunters right now. You're welcome, Mr. Wukong.

Weiss: The common folk are fools and easy to manipulate. Though, I still prefer Atlesian Conquest~.

Bleiss: You mean genocidal colonization?

Weiss: Well, yes, but I like Atlesian Conquest because it sounds better and makes it sound morally just.

Bleiss: Uh... Sure, let's go with that.

Weiss: (Eats pizza) God damn, this shit is bussin'!

Bleiss: Facts!

#rwby #devilartemis #weiss schnee #bleiss schnee #sun wukong

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starlightsuffered · 5 months ago

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could i request a Timothée x m!reader smut with the reader being a bratty sub , so timothee decides to discipline the reader by edging and overstimulating them ? the rest is up to you :))

A/N - I’m sorry, I feel like this is really bad bc I tried to do it without the friend I usually get ideas from, stupid me lol. Anyway, I hope you still like it 🙏🏻 and thank you for the request.

King’s Brat

Info - king hal and male reader, dancer reader, reader who is short and a bit hairy, queer reader, MLM, dub con, cnc, overstim, edging, degrading, Dom Hal, hand job, public sex, impact play, femboy reader, brat reader, cocky Hal, anal sex

My body was on display. I had made sure to wear the most whorish outfit I could. I’d had my eye on the King of England. With my short stature and this curly hair, I could almost pass as one of the female dancers.

The festivities around us roared and played. I was making my way closer to the King. He was gorgeously brooding on his throne. His face was impassive as he looked out and surveyed his kingdom.

I was finally was in his line of sight. My slender body was clad in an emerald green dancers skirt and nothing else. He could clearly see my exposed abdomen and chest hair.

His eyes lit up. I was happy I had caught his attention. His mouth curled up in a smile. I’d heard he liked those who showed off for him. He wasn’t too pompous to be seduced.

I turned my ass to him and shook it temptingly. I instantly felt hands on me. The king had launched up and was all over me.

“Your highness,” I purred.

“You’ve been making bedroom eyes at me for this entire party,” Hal admonished me.

“Does that bother you, Master?” I asked.

“Hmmmm, it’s just that I’m not a bedroom person. Brats get their punishments with an audience,” Hal chuckled.

“I just want to dance,” I said, pressing my ass back against his crotch.

“No, you want to be difficult. However, I am the a king, and I get what I want,” he snapped in my ear.

“Your majesty-“

“Come on lover boy,” Henry said. He pulled me along. He was back on the throne, and I was now in his lap.

“Little brat, pretending you don’t want this.”

“What would you have me do?” I asked in a teasing manner.

“Behave,” Hal said slowly. His hand crept up my bare chest. He was caressing my neck now.

“I’m behaving,” I lied as I wiggled myself against his crotch.

“You little-“ he growled. “You need to be taught a lesson. Instead of being a tease, come and lay yourself before me and beg.”

“I don’t beg,” I retorted.

“You will,” Hal replied easily. His hand dipped under my skirt. He rubbed circles on my inner thighs. I was already squirming a bit. I tried not to show how this all affected me.

“You’re telling me you don’t want thick, hairy, king dick in your hole you little harlot?” The king asked.

Now his hand cupped my cock. The way he touched me so gently juxtaposed with his cruel words was heavenly. He squeezed one of my cheeks. The pad of his thumb stroked my tip. My slit was leaking. Precum ran down my shaft as he tortured the tip.

I was trying to stay still and confident on his lap. I had my legs spread. He lifted me slightly. I had to stand there awkwardly with cock hard and dripping. He yanked down his slacks for a moment. He pulled me down again and I felt his thick head pushing into my hole.

“T-too big,” I whined.

“Brats don’t get to decide what is too much,” Hal reminded me. I gulped as his hand began to stoke me again. His fist was tight. He was easing me down on his fat cock as he jerked me.

“Oh, f-uuuuuuck!” I stuttered as I bottomed out on his dick. I was riding up with a thrust, then down on his cock.

“You’re such a naughty little slut,” Hal crooned and he slapped my cock. I moaned. He was grunting in a manly and addicting way. He squeezed and yanked on my full balls.

“I love your hands,” I gasped as he wanked me.

“Yeah?” He mocked me.

“Yes!”

He let go immediately. I whined out like a pathetic dog. I squirmed in need. The tip of my cock dripped and dripped.

“Ready to worship?” Hal requested.

“No,” I snapped as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I was so full of his massive length.

“I want it!” I demanded and tried to bounce myself up and down.

“Still,” Hal boomed. He gripped my hips with his nails digging in. He held me down, stuffed full of him.

“Hold still you rotten thing,” Hal growled.

“I want- OH!” I cut myself off as he grabbed my cock again. He began to stroke my cock again. It wasn’t kind or loving. His pumps sounded wet. He still held my slender legs down so I sat on his dick. He was rutting up deep against my prostate.

“P-please, please,” I whined.

“You need to worship me,” he whispered in my ear. Now he slowed down to a torturous pace.

“If you squirt, it needs to be a tribute to me,” he said before biting my ear and nibling. He ran his teeth over my shoulder now.

“I want to cum. I really want to cum,” I whimpered. I leaned my head back and let out small noises of need. He sunk his incisors into my neck exposed neck.

“P-please.”

“That is a word you say to anyone. You may say it to a peasant when you need them to pass the salt. That is not how you address a king.”

“Your highness-“

“No, more,” he rasped.

“You. Are. A. God,” I finally panted out.

“That’s it,” Hal praised now. His hand still worked but also he was pounding up inside me. His thick, veiny, manly cock was impaling me.

“I’m going to cum!” I wailed as heat and bliss overcame me.

“I’m, oh, I’m gonna!”

I spurted everywhere. The fountain of semen was soaking my skirt. The thick creamy cum was making globs in the fabric.

“That’s good boy,” he spanked my thigh. He began to dump his load inside me. The sent was heavenly as I leaned back against his sweaty chest. I was heaving.

“Mm, no, no,” I panted and tried to move away from his grasp. He kept my cock in his hand. He was still touching my sensitive member.

“T-tender,” I cried.

“I know,” he chuckled. “I know exactly how you feel and I don’t care. Next time you want an ass full of cock, don’t be presumptuous. You will come and bow. You will kiss my boots, and you will show the respect I deserve. Until this is done, I will treat you like a brat needs to be treated.”

“Ohhhhhh, please,” I gasped and begged.

“I own your dick, just like I own everything in this kingdom,” he murmured in my ear softly.

“Don’t forget it.”

#reader insert #timothee chalamet #timothee chamalet #timothee fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothee x you #timothée chalamet #x reader #x male reader #king hal #king hal and reader #Hal the king #king’s brat

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Hello, can I request a Female Sanji Reader with Yandere Thor, Poseidon, Hades, Qin Shi Huang, Jack, Hercules, Ares, Hermes, Buddha, Zerofuku, Beelzebub, Tesla, Hajun and Loki who’s a chef, and to everyone’s surprise, is actually a Human Fighter (No one believes this beautiful and flirty woman is a fighter… until they discover her Bounty as a pirate from her world as ‘Black Leg Y/N’)

Imagine everyone’s surprise when Reader refuses to use a Volundr, but instead uses her legs, and everyone loses their absolute MIND over reader ‘flying’ (Sky Walk), using Observation and Armament Haki, which can actually harm the gods, her Raid Suit and Diable Jambe, and Reader loudly proclaiming that she’ll never use her hands to fight as they’re only meant for cooking

Reader was going easy on her Opponent, but he just has to open his mouth and insult Brunhilde and the Valkyries Sisters, calling them ‘Harlots’, which sets Reader off and goes batshit calling God Opponent a lot of colorful names, though he did get the upper hand by trapping Reader’s legs and began to crush her, and everyone thought Reader was dead… until she revealed herself with her body bent awkwardly (Cue to both Humans and Gods screaming) as she bends her body back to place, and while she was distracted, her opponent was aiming for her neck, only for his weapon to shatter upon impact, which shocked everyone, as Reader yelled in anger “That hurt you Bastard!” (And wins her fight)

Reader wins her fight but everyone demands to know if Reader is a Demi-God or some sort of monster… only for a pink haired man named Reiji (Genderbent Reiju) comes in to explain that Reader, along with himself and their other brothers were experimented as children, and tells Reader’s tragic tale of being ‘The Failure of Germa’, but is the success of their late mother who willingly drank a special concoction to have at least one of her children normal, and was willing to sacrifice her health and life just for one of her children to live as a normal human (And Reader had to deal with her family’s abuse, until she ran away and found a new father in Zeff, who raised her to cook, fight and take care of herself)

Imagine their fury when they learn Reader was in an arranged marriage, and her Husband-to-be was planning to kill her (Yet Reader doesn’t even hate him, rather she’s still kind to him) and was even willing to save her family, that has been nothing but abusive and horrible to her (This reveals that Reader has a kind and caring heart, which is shown even more with her feeding mice and anyone who’s hungry)

They’re even more shocked that Reader is a Royal, yet is incredibly humble, kind and laid back, as she defends a chef from an angry deity who was throwing his plate of food at her face (Only for Reader to grab it and harshly scold said god for their stupidity, and apologizes to the chef for spilling the food on the floor and proceeds to eat it, and just compliments Chef for the delicious meal, which makes Chef swoon and cry) as Reader reveals she despises those who waste food and men who would harm women

Sorry if this is a lot, I love Sanji (He’s the gentleman of men)

-You were very popular around Valhalla, yes you were stunningly beautiful, and so warm and cheerful, flirting with every man hat was single, and being so warm, inviting and protective of woman, but the real secret to your popularity was your food!

-You had so many visitors to the restaurant you worked in, helping out the chef, because you enjoyed cooking so much and there were so many, humans and gods, who flocked from all over to eat your delicious cooking!

-When you walked out as a fighter for Ragnarok, jaws dropped all around as you gave a dainty twirl, waving your arms around, calling out happily to the crowd.

-Your opponent looked irritated that you were a woman, and he was quick to underestimate you, big mistake!

-You quickly had everyone’s attention, using Sky Walk to leap up high into the air, literally walking on air before you front flipped, spinning rapidly down to your opponent, “Diable Jambe!”

-Your leg seemed to illuminate with flames as you came down hard, sending your opponent’s skull into the ground below, breaking it under the force.

-When you backflipped away from him you heard many cheering for you while others were in awe of your skills.

-Zeus shouted down, “How are you so powerful?!” Heimdall then announced while your opponent was trying to stand up, “I can answer that! Before her untimely death, Y/N was a notorious pirate, Black Leg Y/N! She sailed the Seven Seas as part of one of the strongest crews ever and had one of the highest bounties in the world!!”

-The crowd was immediately in an uproar, many cheering and many yelling out in shock while your hands came to your hips, a grin on your lips.

-When your opponent was finally back on his feet, you quickly went on the attack, using a barrage of rapid kicks, easily taking care of business.

-He shouted at you as you blocked his blow with your leg, “Why aren’t you using your hands?!” you kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying back, “These hands are for cooking only, bastard!!”

-He managed to land a harsh blow on you, trapping you under a large piece of the arena ground that he ripped out, crushing you beneath it, a sharp scream leaving your lips.

-You managed to get free, barely dodging a fatal blow, your body was broken, bloody, and crooked, you heard people all over screaming before you tensed your body and you body started to contort, dislocated bones relocated, bones cracking.

-You inhaled deeply through your nose before you charged, your knee meeting his nose, “THAT HURT!!”

-Many were commenting if you were a demi-goddess, while others were concerned you were a demon, but a man with soft bubblegum pink hair spoke, “No, she’s a human, just a very strong one.”

-Attention turned to him, your older brother, Reiji, as he explained yours and his past, that you were both nobles, which stunned so many people, because you were so humble and kind, compared to other royals.

-An actual king whom you kicked in the face told the tale that he had been screaming at a young female chef and threw the plate at her, and you came to her defense, kicking him in the face before scolding him for not only wasting his food, but for attacking a woman. He quickly learned to respect women after that.

-Reiji continued, telling everyone around about your mother, who nearly killed herself to ensure that at least one of her children would not be a weapon, and that child was you, the only girl amongst 4 brothers.

-Many were outraged to hear of the cruelty you had faced, not only from your family, giving Reiji the only pass as he had been the one to help you escape, where you had found Zeff, who raised you.

-Jaws dropped as your valkyrie partner fused with you, forming a Raid Suit, and your opponent shouted, “You humans and those harlots are nothing but a bunch of cheats!!”

-The raid suit immediately fell away as you charged, your Armament Haki covering your legs as you kicked him straight back into the wall, “Respect women you bastard!!!”

-Reiji chuckled, leaning his chin on his hand, “I remember when she was like this at her wedding~” eyes turned quickly on him, as a camera had gotten onto him somehow and he was telling your tale of how your fiancé was ready to kill you on your wedding day, as well as your whole family, but you harbored no ill feelings towards him.

-Many were stunned by your kind hard, hearing that you saved your family, despite despising them all, except for Reiji, because you didn’t want them to die, but you had proved your strength to them before running back off with your crew.

-You won your fight, humanity and gods alike cheering for you, hearing what a strong woman you were, and how kind and warm hearted you were, despite your hardships as you grinned up at your big brother and he chuckled warmly down at you.

-Thor- He met you backstage as soon as you made it there and your eyes turned into hearts, “Thor~~~!!” he chuckled softly, catching you in a hug, pecking your forehead softly before he picked you up princess style, making your cheeks turn a bit red, “I knew you were going to win, Y/N.” you grinned up at him, “It was a good battle, but he made the mistake of insulting my friend!” he chuckled once more, taking you to the infirmary, relief filling him, as he was worried a few times, like when you got crushed. He was glad you were still here with him.

-Poseidon- You beamed brightly, running over to him, “Poseidon~!” he turned, seeing you still bloody and injured from your fight, and he was quick to have you in his arms, “You’re injured, idiot. I need to get you patched up.” You beamed brightly up at him, pecking his cheek which he did glance down at you for, not smiling, but you did see this face soften only slightly, “I almost attacked him when he hurt you. Nobody is allowed to hurt you.” You blushed cutely, holding your cheeks, which made him smile softly.

-Hades- He found you in the infirmary, getting x-rays of your bones that had been broken and you beamed brightly as he walked in, “My love!” he chuckled, coming over and pecked your cheek, but stayed out of the way for the examination. His scowl deepened as he saw the multitude of bandages on you, the wounds, his fury growing to see that this other god, who was lucky he was dead, had put his hands on you and caused you pain. He didn’t notice you were finished until you hugged him, his head on your chest, “Hades, let’s go get something to eat! I’;; cook for you!” he was quick to refuse, having you in his arms again, “You’re not, you’re going to rest.” You pouted lightly, but he wasn’t budging.

-Qin Shi Huang- In the infirmary, you were being patched up before you heard the rumbling of someone charging closer and closer before the door opened, revealing your love and you instantly melted, “Huang~” he was quick to have his hands on your face, inspecting the wounds and the bandages carefully, “Are you hurt? Of course, you are- what am I saying?! Is she all right? Are you all right?” you pecked his cheek after pulling him down, halting his rant but the valkyrie nurses thought it was rather funny before you had him sit next to you so you could lean your head on his shoulder, “I had no idea you were so strong!” you beamed, flexing your arm, “I’ve had lots of practice and experience!” he laughed warmly, leaning over to peck your cheek.

-Jack- He was waiting for you and your partner to arrive backstage; she grinned as she saw Jack waiting for you, rushing off to peek back behind the corner as Jack embraced you, pecking your forehead, “You had me worried there for a moment my dear. I am glad that you are back by my side.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on the tips of your toes, pecking his lips, “Of course Jack, I gave you my word I would come back!” he chuckled softly, brushing your hair behind your ear, “Yes you did, I’m sorry to have doubted you.” You weren’t bothered, not in the slightest, before he led you to his room to patch you up himself.

-Hercules- He was running towards you, “Y/N!” as you arrived backstage and you grinned, opening your arms wide, “Hercules!” he swept you up into his arm, twirling around which made you giggle warmly as you hugged him before he tilted your head up and kissed you so passionately, one of your legs popped up. You were flushed when he pulled back before he picked you up, holding you like you were made of glass, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” you apologized, but you knew he wasn’t angry, at you at least, he was more furious that you had been so badly hurt, another man putting his hands on you. You could feel the heat radiating from Hercules, but that was quickly remedied with a couple of kisses and lots of affection afterwards.

-Ares- He met you in the infirmary, his eyes wide to see you so bruised and beat up, but he relaxed as you grinned over at him, “Hang tight handsome! I need to wash off and change so I can get patched up!” he nodded and waited patiently and when you came out, you could see the furious aura surrounding him, seeing all of the wounds. He, however, couldn’t do much, as you took a seat on his lap, keeping him there as he would dare not move you, something you knew and used to your advantage and something the nurses thought was cute as you spoke with him about your fight, finding it rather fun, except for the injuries. He pecked your forehead gently, saying nothing, but you could tell he was still pouting, which was adorable!

-Hermes- As soon as you and your valkyrie said your goodbyes, hugging each other, you were in his arms, sweeping you easily off your feet. You beamed up at him, “My love!” he chuckled softly, enjoying your kisses as he was focused on getting you to the infirmary, “You were amazing out there, Y/N. Were you really a pirate?” You just laughed warmly, your arms around his neck, “I was, but I was a chef first, then I was the cook on my crew!” he was surprised to learn this, as you didn’t really talk much about your past, other than your friends and Zeff and your time as a cook. He enjoyed learning this new side about you, wanting to learn more and more, a soft smile on his face.

-Buddha- You found him lounging on your couch in your waiting room after you got bandaged up, holding your jacket and vest in your hands, leaving only your sleeveless shirt on, as you had been quite roughed up. You smiled warmly as he opened his arms, wanting cuddles and he was quick to have you wrapped in his arms as you sighed in content, pressing a soft kiss to his collar bone as he moved his lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, “I knew you were strong but…damn, that was hot!” you blushed cutely, sitting up, “You think so?” he grinned, locking his hands behind your back, “Absolutely! Seeing you kick ass like that was delicious.” You laughed at his slight tease before he pecked your forehead softly, telling you to get some rest.

-Zerofuku- The child ran for you as you made it backstage, “Y/N!” you could see he was crying as he was quick to leap into your arms, hugging you tightly, his face pressed into your chest for a moment before he pulled back, “You’re hurt!” you brushed his tears away, but gave him a warm grin, “But I’m alive! C’mon, let’s go get me patched up then we can go relax!” he cheered, holding onto your hand and actually dragged you after him to the infirmary, as he didn’t like seeing you in pain. He sat beside you, holding onto your arm like he was the one being treated, which was rather cute as you pecked his forehead softly, making him beam up at you. He was so stinking cute!

-Beelzebub- You yawned softly as you walked into your private waiting room, jacket and vest off and your shirt untucked and only barely buttoned, as you were covered in bandages. You let out a small squeak, seeing your lover sitting there, waiting for you before he was quick to come over, seeing your now bandaged wounds as you smiled warmly up at him, “Told you I’d win!” he couldn’t keep the smile from his lips, nodding, “Yes you did, and now- you’re resting until further notice!” he gave you no room to argue, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you over to the couch before sitting down, holding you in his lap. You arms were around his neck as you enjoyed his warmth, “Guess I will rest, only if you hold me.” he chuckled, his arms encircling your waist, holding you close.

-Nikola- Poor baby was nearly in tears when you made it back to him, greeting him with a bright smile, despite being bloody and bruised and he was quick to have you in his arms, sprinting to the infirmary, begging the nurses to save you. It’s not like you were dying, but you couldn’t stand seeing that poor heartbroken look on his face. You had been taking all the treatments with not even a whimper before you spoke, “Nikola, I want you to hold my hand, I’m scared~” the nurses thought it was cute that he took it so seriously, immediately sitting at your side, holding your hand and talking about his research, to distract you, unaware that you were the one distracting him!

-Hajun- The nurses were nervous under his fierce gaze, watching them patch you up. He didn’t like other’s touching you, not even other females, but he was allowing it only because they were helping you at the moment. You leaned your head on his arm, trying to get his attention on you and off of the poor nurse, but you couldn’t say anything, as you knew he was worried about you, which warmed your heart. In a rare soft moment, he brushed your hair from your face, “Does it hurt?” you smiled softly up at him, “It does, but it will heal. That’s proof that I’m alive!” he pressed a soft kiss into your hair, breathing out a bit deeply as he relaxed, you were alive, that’s all that mattered.

-Loki- Despite being the one injured, you were the one comforting him as you laid in one of the infirmary beds, his head on your lap, arms around your waist, pouting, as his shoulders were sagging, and he wasn’t talking. You didn’t like seeing your lover quiet, because he was only quiet when he was sleeping, or upset, and he wasn’t sleeping. You scratched his head gently, stroking through his hair and he nuzzled down into you a bit deeper and he froze when he felt you flinch, hitting one of the wounds that was a bit more tender. He pulled back instantly, looking scared, his eyes meeting yours and you instantly smiled, opening your arms, “I want a proper hug!” he smiled softly, saying nothing but carefully crawled forward and hugged you properly, feeling you, feeling that you were still with him.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror qin shi huang #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles #ror ares #ror hermes #ror buddha #ror beelzebub #ror zerofuku #ror hajun #ror nikola tesla #ror loki

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ggyutarist · 24 days ago

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A Mask, Bedecked in White Crystals ✧˖°.

(Halloween Special!)

💫: Beomgyu x GN Reader

Content: Masquerade ball and you dance with Beomgyu yahay!! Strangers to ??? to enemies.

‼️: Use of knife (but no one is stabbed). Slight cursing.

WC: 2.1k (oh my god i yapped.)

A/N: hehe short (not short) halloween special!! all i ever write about is beomgyu lmfao sorry. this is lowkey cliche and lame but like…who cares..ykyk. Its fine. Idk if this counts as halloween lols. Not sure if I should tag it as fluff or angst. Well its not fluff so angst ig?? But its not rlly sad. I think?… idk you guys give the verdict. not proofread sorry😞 (bru gotta put this below here bc its too long and yall wont see the actual summary help)

The annual All Hallows’s Eve Ball has arrived once again. Hosted on the 31st of October, the lavish and fancy would be invited to come in the most extravagant gowns and suits. They would be encouraged as well to adorn their faces with masks that were dipped in saturated colors.

Too saturated, you thought. You managed to bag yourself an invite, not that it was difficult. You were always invited every year. It’s just this year, you have to attend. Let’s say…there’s a few matters that needs to be addressed.

Though, back to the topic at hand, how do these overly bright colors not hurt anyone’s eyes? Some of them will be far too egoistic and come in the most obnoxiously fancy dresses you’ve ever seen. They act as if they’re attention-seeking harlots who constantly need eyes at them or else they’ll die. You tsk at the behavior of some people but it is what it is, unfortunately. The world was doomed from the very start so might as well get rid of those who make it worse.

Twisting the glass in your hand, you bring it up to your face to watch the drink whirl around. Well, it was certainly a better taste than last year. A bit more sweeter side but still leaving a strong taste on your tongue. Despite all this, you yawn due to your lack of interest in this ball. It’s the same thing every year, honestly. No wonder why people usually bring a plus one. The inexorable desire of humans for connections with others, you sigh at it. Let’s be real here. They’re just setting themselves up for a heartbreak. Let it be a heartbreak from the betrayal of a romantic interest—or fallouts from friendships.

You gave up on those long, long ago. Why would you or anyone for the matter, set themselves up for a relationship that’s bound to fail? That’s just blatantly stupid. You wouldn’t blame them if it were their first time, of course. How would they foresee that? A second time would be understandable because we all give second chances in life. A third is questionable but still tame. Maybe they’re just too desperate for that person. A fourth and beyond though…now that’s just wrong. They must be let go of. Before long, they’ll just do more harm than good.

But maybe, in this world where trust is lost easily, there are just some who turns out to be overly desperate. Perhaps, they lost everything to the point that this certain someone is their only reason left to live. You made sure to never stoop down that low. You learned to live for no one else but yourself. Looking around, guess not all learns that. It was difficult, yes, considering you valued others’ worth more than your own but this world is just shit, okay? It’s just really that bad that you lost all care for the rest of them. This world is so, so big but others just make it seem so small and suffocating. It’s like they’re stealing all the air for themselves and leaving the rest to collect dust.

Who knows? It could be the reason you ended up with a job like this. To rid this world of mistakes and burdens. No, not those who feel like a mistake and burden. We’re all insecure at some point in life, it’s okay. The only ones you shall discard of would be those who proved themselves as a hindrance to the bettering of this earth. Are you evil for this? Perhaps, depending on the person asked. If you were to answer this…it’s simple. You are merely a human getting rid of evil counterparts.

The line between good and bad may seem to have blurred but it’s alright. Whatever brings the saving of this world, you will do. Even if it throws a few morals out the window. I mean, what’s the bad thing here? Disposing of, mind you, evil people? Without them, this place we live on will be so much better. What’s the reason to keep them? They’ll only make everyone’s lives miserable. But of course, not all sees through that. That’s why you’re here. You will so graciously lend your services and discard of them. Throw them to the fires of hell and make them repent for their sins.

You’re not Satan on earth, no. You only serve as the bridge between earth and hell. You guide these low-lives and then let the demon decide of their fate down there.

The sudden music change brings you back to this earth that you dread so much, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sigh, looks like everyone’s going for a dance. You can’t be bothered so you resort to staring down at your drink again, hidden away in some corner. Your mask slips off the bridge of your nose, prompting you to push it back up again. Once you do so, you lift up your head to find someone approaching you. Okay…that’s bad. You didn’t want to attract any form of attention on you so why is this guy going here??

He stops a few feet away from you and gracefully bows a 90 degrees. While keeping still, he holds out his hand, eyes peeking out of his masked face to yours as a silent invitation. You contemplate. Well, this is certainly random…but why the fuck not? He seems nice. Did a bow, left space between you two, and he’s pretty. Yes, there’s a mask but shhh. It’s quite obvious he’s pretty under that…thing that’s covering his face. Not like this was against the rules for you. All you had to do was do the job properly. This won’t be an inconvenience, right?

You press your fingertips against his own before sliding your hand down to his palm. He wraps his fingers around your hand and pulls you close. You take note of how warm his hand seems to be. It could just be you though. Been a while since you’ve done this so your skin could just be burning up from the close proximity. Right?…

You come back, once again, to earth as you feel your hand being lifted up to the air. You turn your head towards him and sees him give you a thin-lipped smile with whisker dimples.

Cute…

You’re seriously not falling for a stranger right now, are you? You mentally shake your head and prop your other hand on his shoulder, likewise his hand found itself on your waist. He guides you both to join the rest on the dance floor, full of dresses twirling and shoes clacking against the polished floor.

And so…you danced. Miraculously, you haven’t stepped on each other’s shoes yet or rather you on his. He seemed experienced, decently enough that is. You managed to follow his footwork to the beat of the notes, spinning around at just the perfect time. He stretched out his arm before pulling you back to him again, trapping you both in a constant spin.

While the world was nothing more than a motion blurred, he remained the center of your vision. It’s only been a good amount of minutes, so why does it feel like you knew him since forever? The way the hands feel familiar, the way you somehow recognize his smile…why? You seem to can’t wrap your head around it. Nevertheless, you dance. The dance feels so heavy now that you get some sort of deja vu around this person. What could it possibly be? What—

You feel an elbow bump into you. Turns out you two were too absorbed in this dance that you fell behind the rhythm of the others. You watch him bow his head quickly, muttering a sorry to the other pair before turning his head to whisk you away.

It could be you. It could really be you but you just can’t seem to miss the mole that lies on his cheek. There’s no way. There’s just simply no way it’s him. You glance up to his eyes, ones that still looking away to find you both a space on this crowded dance floor. His lashes, it can’t be missed. They’re considerably longer than most people. So…could it be him?

You grip his hand tighter and start leading the dance yourself. Just trying to see something, you keep that repeating in your mind. You start taking the dance a bit too seriously, making him amused at the contortion of your face to focus. A giggle emits from his lips and your heart drops. Full on drops to the pit of your stomach. That giggle is too recognizable. You quickly look for a secluded place and led him there. Obviously, he’s extremely confused like haha…why are we going behind a random pillar at the side of the ballroom?

Each step broke a piece of your heart. How? How could’ve you fallen for him again? Is this not the same person who continuously broke your damned heart? Even as a stranger, you still managed to somehow keep a memory of him with you. Despite him leaving, you still held desperately onto that red thread that connects you and him. What you only realized far too late was that…yours was tied to your pinky in a pretty bow. While him? He held onto the other end with a loose grip. Pfft, he only needed you for his own selfish reasons.

You scoffed. You scoffed at your own stupidity. Maybe, perhaps…you weren’t as different as any other. In this world, we are all humans who are doomed to have this trivial shit called feelings. The desperation, at this point, is inevitable. The longing, as much as you hate to admit it, is rooted deep into your heart. You can’t dig it out as much as you want to. The only best thing you could do is keep piling things on it till it’s out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind. Just pray…it won’t get unearthed somehow.

Unfortunately for you, that’s what happened today. All your memories with this…bastard…got unearthed when it’s meant to be buried deep into your soul. It’s heavy to carry but whatever gets it out of the way.

You still liked him. You still liked him.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes but you stop it. You cried too many times over him to the point you learned how to dry it without excessive blinking. Never again shall you show such a weak and pitiful side of yourself. It only brings hurt than comfort. A place filled with numbness…is better than a place filled with hurt and no one to provide you comfort.

You pulled him in behind the pillar along with you. All sense of love and genuine contentment from the dance are gone. No, you will not let him give you empty promises of happiness again. So to avoid that, you turn him around forcefully and shove him up against the pillar, eliciting a pained groan from him.

He opens his mouth to retort but before that even happens…

You slowly bring out something sharp, something meticulously cleaned just for this situation that is unfolding before you. You slide the spine of the knife against his back, not sharp enough to cut skin but definitely enough to create goosebumps. You giggle at the tensing of his body and breath hitching, making you all the more tempted to slide the sharp object down his spine.

To the floor, the shadow of you two may seem like you’re still absorbed in the dance you’re sharing with him. A strange yet familiar feeling blossoming in your chest to which the dance attempted to pour out. But to the wall, the shadow consists of you trapping him with no way out with a weapon against his back. One wrong move from him and the said weapon will take his precious life. You’re certain he wouldn’t want that but just to be sure…

You lean in and whisper a moniker that maybe not all who attended this ball know. Maybe he wanted to be known by a less common appellation but that wouldn’t work on you.

“You and your cowardice. Going after a fake name still?”

You’re met with an unnerving silence. Though, you digress. This continued silence just proves all the more that you found him. You drag the knife up his back painstakingly slow. Once it reaches the back of his head where the strings lie, you slash it in one fell swoop. A mask, bedecked in white crystals, falls to the ground with a thud. That mask no longer belongs to him; just like his dignity.

“You know you’re done for once you see me, Choi Beomgyu.”

A/N: happy halloween!!😸😸 (we’ll ignore the fact that idk what i was writing). this one sucked so badly but its aight. consider it a cliffhanger so…potential part 2…if you guys want.

rushed bc gotta post on actual halloween😔

#beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x gender neutral reader #beomgyu x gn reader #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x male reader #beomgyu x you #choi beomgyu #txt x gn reader #txt x reader #beomgyu fic #beomgyu halloween #halloween special #beomgyu masquerade #badass y/n is underrated🔥#tomorrow x together

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imurlilsparklejumpropequeen · 1 year ago

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hi, good morning or evening, can you make an NSFW fic about powerbottom Jason Todd x subTop Male reader? in which they are a couple and M reader is an angel, he is very sweet and all those super cute things😭, but he has a lot of fetishes such as domination, degradation, praise, teasing, overstimulation to the point of crying, marks on the body, having her boyfriend put a dog collar on a leash and stuff? (If any of them bother you, you don't have to wear it!) context is them coming back from a super sweet date and m reader is horny so jason takes him to the room and rides him? (this is my first time requesting something and im embarrassed jaksj😭😭)

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Notes: heyyy so like i forgot about the leash and stuff hope you forgive me <3

Warnings: NSFW!, mlm smut, gay very gay, name calling (tell me if i forgot others)

You and a grumpy Jason just got back from a date, he was pissed that some lowly crook flirted with you.

"Hey jace you fine? You seem grumpier and sulkier than usual?" You questioned your boyfriend as you sat at the edge of the bed wondering why he was in an ill mood

As Jason sat with his back against the headboard you crawled your way in front of him

"C'mon love what's wrong?" You cupped his cheeks with your palms as you ran your thumbs across his lips

In one swift motion your positions switched on the bed, he was now sitting on top of you. His hands on your chest as he gripped the massive pecs

"You know what's wrong you dumb fucking harlot" Now his words struck something within you, a primal instinct of submissiveness that caused the tiniest of whimpers to escape a big man

Jason began to un-buckle your pants, he stripped you of necessary clothing and took a bottle from the bedside table, he then squirted lube on his hand and jerk you off

Another whimper spilled from your lips, each grunt and whimper caused jason to grip harder and quicken his pace

"J-Jace i'm gonna c-cum soon" Like an indication to stop Jason came to a halt. "I can't have you cumming so soon you dirty harlot"

He then unbuckled his pants and positioned his ass on the tip of your penis, anothe quivering whimper came from you as jason lowered himself into your dick

Once he fully lowered himself he began riding you, loud whimpers came from you as your senses became overloaded and overstimulated, he bounced himself up and down on you he began to once again gripping your chest as he rode you.

"What a sensitive bitch" Jason spoke but you couldn't quite hear him too dumb from being overstimulated

"You close?" Jason asked his pace quickening as his orgasm neared. "Y-yes" You whimpered an answer

"Then cum for me, cum inside me, fill me up with your hot cum" he rode and rode he also felt stupid, feeling heavenly as your dick kept hitting his prostate

In a swift motion he grabbed your lips and began making out, in your intense making out you spilled your hot cum within him, while seconds later both of your chests up to your nexts are painted with cum

"Such a good boy, filling me up with your hot cum" Jason lied his head at your neck whispering sweet nothings in your ear

#batfam x male reader #dc x male reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #batboys x male reader #male reader #dc x reader #x reader #x male reader

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fuckingfinwions · 1 month ago

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hallo your au has inspired me to write a short fic of my own c: it's sort of fluff of geode au fingon/sold as pet maedhros. can i have your permission to post this on ao3 at some point?

"You want to what?" Fingolfin stared at his eldest as if he grew a second head, momentarily untangling his fingers from Maedhros' curls.

"I– I said I want to marry Maedhros," Fingon repeated.

"That's... Fingon are you– Why??"

A good question. Fingon didn't really know why. He barely understood his growing feelings for Maedhros let alone considered marrying him. He always thought he'd marry someone from a more respectable family not the biggest whore in all of Arda, but the sight of his father's hands all over the elf who showed him so much trust and love in the past few weeks urged a sense of chivalry in Fingon that he thought he was no longer capable of.

"Why does anyone marry anyone? For love, of course."

"Not true, you could always marry someone for politics or even tax benefits. Marrying this harlot will only break your heart."

"Not as much you're breaking mine right now. Maitimo loves me father, if he didn't I think I'd have lived my days not thinking much of him either. But I find that I have become infatuated with him as of late and would like get to know him more outside the bonds of servitude."

Fingolfin studied him as Fingon steeled his gaze, Maedhros the only thing between them shaking like a leaf. He made little effort to stop the king's molestation but it was clear from Maitimo's big wet eyes he still wanted Fingon's approval first. It took all of Fingon not to run to him and embrace him and tell him everything would be okay.

"So be it."

Fingon sighed out air he didn't realize he was holding.

Fingolfin for his part was not entirely convinced of his son's declaration. Sure he has noticed Maedhros had been acting a little strange as of late and he did see the appeal in it but Fingon's attention never stayed in one place too long and he'd probably grow bored of Maedhros' shtick eventually. Fingolfin had other pretty Feanorians to fuck in the meantime.

Besides this might be an opportunity for his reckless son to learn a thing or two about responsibility.

"Try not to damage him Findekano." His father stood and brushed away the crease in his robes just as easily as he shoved Maitimo away. "If he is to be your betrothed I expect him to act like one. You'll feed him, wash him, and teach him all the ways of court. And since you're engaged people need to see that you're actually taking the whole thing seriously, so no fucking anyone else for at least a year. Am I clear?"

"Of course! I'll be the most well-behaved husband in all of Arda!" Fingon promised as Fingolfin left the two newly betrothed alone.

This is amazing! And yes, you can definitely post it on ao3, you wrote it! I'd appreciate it if you link either this blog or my ao3 (also called fuckingfinwions) as inspiring it, and also then I can stop by to leave a comment.

Fingon is so sweet, and yay for sticking up for Maedhros! Not actually consulting Maedhros as an equal partner, but maybe they'll get there in time. And Fingon obviously cares about what makes Maedhros happy, not just jealousy of other people using Maedhros.

Fingolfin doesn't believe that the wedding will actually take place, but I have faith in them! In other timelines Fingon is known for his faithfulness, and he's not going to drop Maedhros once he's made up his mind to keep him. And Maedhros is extremely devoted to Fingon, he's definitely going to be trying to make this engagement work. Maedhros isn't stupid either; he doesn't know how a prince is supposed to behave but he can learn, and if that's what his master fiance wants from him, he'll dedicate just as much energy as he does to any of Fingon's other orders.

(Also, was Fingolfin literally about to get a blowjob from Maedhros when Fingon "proposed"? Am I reading the "crease in his robes" and "untangling his fingers from Maedhros' curls" right? Because that sure is some timing on Fingon's part!)

#other people's fanfic #fanfic of my fanfic #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#😍 rolling around and cuddling this #I am literally sitting here with a big grin I love this so much

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radioisntdead · 3 months ago

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Hazbin characters + readers as things my friends and I have said 3

I am waiting on my mom to finish getting ready so we can have a family day, in the meantime y'all get these!

Velvette posting a picture on her social media: I have no idea why my hand looks Ai generated.

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Niffty: I just woke up from an unwilling nap, and the mosquitos want my blood.

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Charlie: I just bit into the DRYEST oatmeal cookie ever

Plant reader probably: Eww

Charlie: it looked so promising too! The middle is kinda moist

Plant reader: Yuck!

Charlie: That's better then dryer then the DESERT!

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Angel dust sending the reader a sinstagram reel about their taste in men:

Reader: Side eyeing your taste in men while you side eye my taste in the singular deer man

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Reader RUNNING pass Vaggie and Charlie:

Vaggie: what are you doing??

Reader: running away from him 'gestures to Alastor BOOKING it behind them'

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Lute: I love Adam.

Clown exorcist reader: The dead one?

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Reader holding Vox's head for some reason: I LOVE THIS LITTLE COMPUTER

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Clown reader: I unfortunately did not win the clown giveaway.

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Lucifer: YOUR KNEES WILL PERISH

Alastor: only if you can reach them.

Lucifer: HOW SHORT DO YOU THINK I AM?!?

Alastor: Shorter then me

Lucifer: I WILL CRAWL UP YOUR BACK AND SNAP YOUR NECK.

[sidenote the original was "only if you can reach them short stuff" but I don't think Alastor would say short stuff, also to my friend who follows my blog, yes this is from our text conversations, my threat is still valid btw!]

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Angel dust trying to lure the reader out from under the bed: Pspspsps you like dinos?

Child Reader: I like dinos.

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Vaggie: Hey if there's ghost marriages there can be ghost divorces

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Reader: I fear this man would be the type to barely put on pants

Sir Pentious suddenly back in his era: A HARLOT!

Sir Pentious: Ssorry

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Alastor at an overlord meeting I guess??: How do I bribe [Name] into wearing their hearing aids?

Vox: Tell them you wanna gossip, And when they lean in to hear, say nothing but move your mouth

Alastor: My [name] is hard of hearing, not stupid.

[side note this was a conversation about my mom not wearing her hearing aids, THE AUDACITY OF THIS GUY.]

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Angel dust holding the baby doll child reader just gave him: I have been given a baby.

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Reader pointing at husk: I misgendered the cat, it's a he.

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#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you

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iluffyouxo · 1 year ago

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𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 || 𝚝𝚘̄𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘̄ 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚢𝚊

What exactly do you do when the world falls at your feet? When your freedom is slipping from your fingertips? And no one around you is on your side?

I pace through my room as these unbearable thoughts race through my head. My nails dig deep into my arm until I feel the tiniest trickle of warm blood, and I momentarily hoped the cut wouldn’t scar.

There was a slight moment where I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my vision blurred despite my efforts not to cry, but—before an inevitable panic attack could fully emerge from the twisting pang in my chest—there’s a rapping at my door.

Abruptly halting the tears on my cheeks and the blood running down my palm. I sniff, “Who is it?” My voice rang small in my ears. “Hey, can I come in?” The words were muffled and hard to understand but I knew that unmistakable voice anywhere.

“Renji…?” I slowly opened my door and peaked my head through the crack. However, my brother had taken it as an invitation to push the door against me and welcome himself inside my room.

His back faces me when I turned around to gaze upon him curiously, “What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying with Rukia and Ichigo at this hour?” Renji only looks at me over his shoulder, “What’re you talking about? It’s almost nighttime, Jakuchō.” With wide eyes my head whips to look out the window to find the night sky closely upon us. Had I truly been moping in my room for hours?

My stare travels downward at the bareness of my feet. “I could’ve sworn it was still the afternoon,” I murmured to myself.

I hear the light steps of Renji walking towards me before his feet—clad in white sneakers—are displayed in my sight. He sighs and pulls me into his chest. “Jakuchō…are you okay…?”

That question, oh, those mere painful words are what I desperately did not want to hear. Especially from my younger brother. Despite our significant age difference of five and a half years, he was much more stronger than I (perhaps due to the fact that he is a boy), I am reprimanded to no end how my younger siblings are better than I.

I had to keep up the façade that I was fine despite receiving such horrid news from father earlier in the day—now proven to have been much later than I had anticipated—I nodded my head yes. “Of course I am—“ But, the fresh tears I felt ruined what little pride I had left, “—not. How could I be? I am to be wed to a man I barely even know. And he’s younger than me, at that!”

I scoff between cries, “Father is disposing of me as if I’m some sort of harlot who’s brought her family to ruin.”

“Well, of course, you hussy,” a high pitched voice cackled behind me, “You brought ruin to us long ago…being born out of wedlock and showing up on our doorstep years later will do that.” I turn in Renji’s grasp to be met with the basis of my torment for all these years. The youngest and the favorite of the Abarai children: Abarai Akari.

Renji snarls as I open my mouth to bite back at her words, “Who the hell asked you Akari?” She ignores him and, much like Renji, she solicits her own welcome into my bedroom.

“An illegitimate child should be wedded off as soon as she’s of age as to not hinder her family any further, isn’t that only fair? Mother and father gave you a roof over your head so you wouldn’t be alone in the world when that whore died—serves her right.” Akari cackles at her words as I glare at her.

“You evil wench!” Her words, suddenly, holds venom as she began to yell at me. “Father should’ve turned you down into the mud! Now he’s seen his mistake and I’ll be the rightful heir to his company!” Akari points and cackles maniacally.

Renji finally lets go of me with a huff, “Wouldn’t I be next in line?” Akari scoffs, flipping her hair over a dainty shoulder, “Oh, please, you’re far too stupid to handle a business; you’re better off going to the military than making the family bankrupt.”

With a sly smile across her pale face she twirls around to leave. “Please, you two, do good by the Abarai name and make me an only child.” It was only when her obnoxious guffawing echoed through the hall that I realized I hadn’t gotten a word in through her maddening monologue.

Renji and I turn to each other in disbelief. “I fucking hate her; how the hell is she our little sister with that horrible attitude?” I laugh, “I suppose she gets it from you, Renji, and your friends.”

“What!? We don’t talk to each other that way!” I shrug, “You could’ve fooled me.”

And it was in that moment that I could almost laugh at the situation thrust upon me. But, an arranged marriage was truly no laughing matter. The pitiful churning in my stomach made sure I was aware of that fact.

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The next morning there’s a light knock on my door, but it was loud enough for me to stir in my sleep. I peak an eye open and look over at the door. “Yes?”

My voice was hoarse, giving away the long night of crying I had. I’m met with blue hair and a friendly smile when the door creaks open. I sit up in surprise and grin, “Hoshiko!”

“In the flesh.” She returns my grin. Suzuki Hoshiko was a childhood friend of mine and one of the people who were by my side as I transitioned from a baker’s daughter with no prospects or connections to her name to the reclaimed eldest of an established family whom was found to be born out of a secret relationship a few years prior to my father’s own arranged marriage.

“Wait, wait, wait—so, your parents are marrying you off to the second son of Hitsugaya Akimitsu? No gotdamn way.” Despite her disbelief I give her a disheartened nod. “Yeah…way.”

Hoshiko’s shocked expression softens and she quickly pats my leg. “I’m so sorry Jakuchō, I thought your dad had finally accepted you.” I sigh, “I thought he did, too.”

“I’m telling you, it’s that brat and her mother’s idea. You ‘taint’ their pale family with your brown skin. But, I promise, there’s no denying that you’re his, not with that bright ass red hair. You, ma’am, are an Abarai through and through.”

We laugh at that. Hoshiko was truly the friend I needed to see right now. She tends to remind me of happier days.

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“Ms. Jakuchō, you look absolutely stunning,” my only personal maid, Hana, gazed upon me with an admirable glint in her eye.

Today was the day I was meant to formally meet my future husband—a man I had only ever seen from afar. I was required to dress my best and, I had to admit, Hana did not disappoint. After all, as a homebody, she seizes any opportunity to dress me up.

The dress was midnight blue with a large slit on the right side and pooled at my heeled feet. It had a corset bodice and thin straps that tied at the top. And the skirt held a sheer thin layer that shimmered like stars when I moved. “I didn’t even know I owned such a beautiful dress.”

Hana grinned, “You didn’t; your father bought the dress as a gift.” I turned to her, “Wha—really?” She nods profusely in her excitement. I smiled despite the sadness I felt. “I guess he really is trying to rid of me.”

She sends me a pathetic look that causes me to shiver. That look was worse than anything Akari could ever say to me. “Oh, dear, is that what you think…?” Hana looked as if she had more to say but was abruptly cut off by Renji entering the room.

“Just a heads up,” he points towards the open door, “the Hitsugaya family is outside; mom, dad and Akari are waiting for us in the foyer.”

I inhale and nod, “Okay…let’s go.” Renji holds out his arm once we reach the top of the grand stairs and I take his bicep into my hand and the curled sweet cherry wood railing into the other. My father, stepmother and Akari were all familiar faces that met us at the bottom of the steps, and with them were four men and two women—all of whom varied in age.

Three brothers, one sister, a mother and a father. They were all to be my in-laws in due time. All but one, he was to be my potential husband. Hitsugaya Tōshirō. The second eldest son of the infamous Hitsugaya clan. A reclaimed name spoken with the highest regard here in Yokohama—and neighboring cities.

Their name has been one of the richest since the Edo period due to the head of the family (who was a woman at the time) who came across an abandoned mine of jewels on her long journey across the countryside. And they’ve resided in Yokohama ever since.

I bow with my brother in greeting and smile, “Good evening, I’m Abarai Jakuchō, the eldest.” Renji points at himself with a self-satisfied grin, “And I’m Abarai Renji, the second eldest and best looking.”

My eye twitches at Renji’s antics and I elbow him as discreetly as possible. “Please, excuse my brother,” I speak through my grin.

Akari takes this opportunity to cut in, “Our dear brother lacks the proper etiquette, that education went to me.”

“Hey! I do not!”

I sigh. This is going to be a long night.

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Once the Hitsugaya’s were able to introduce themselves the party immediately flocked to the dining room, and I could tell Akari’s mom had put a lot of thought into the dinner she ordered our chiefs to make.

Fruit salad, miso soup, sushi, baby bok choy, tamagayaki, katsudon, edamame tofu and, for dessert, cheesecake and sake. All the known favorites of our esteemed guests.

And through the laughter and talks of wedding cake I couldn’t help but notice how silent Tōshirō fell, even with his own family. He seemed cold and distant and uptight. All the things I noticed about him when our eyes first met at my belated sixteenth birthday ball.

Even five years later he remained the same. However, he was significantly taller than me now and his hair had gotten longer. And his eyes a lot more thin and hooded, it made his face more masculine and mature than how rounded they were the last time we had met.

His looks are one thing but if he refuses to speak, how else am I supposed to get to know my future husband? How am I supposed to know who Tōshirō is outside of his surname?

A name I may soon carry…

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After dinner the men went off to the den to discuss God knows what (excluding Renji who decided to sneak out and meet Rukia) and the women waltzed to the parlor. Much like Renji, though, I excused myself to have a breather outside in the garden.

There was only so much gossip I could handle. That was very much so Hoshiko’s territory.

The moon was full and shone bright tonight in the midst of a starless sky. A few birds chirped and a little ways away I could hear the calming waterfall of the fountain. The night was peaceful.

“You don’t have to marry me, y’know.” A deep voice sounded behind me. I gasp and whip around to see Tōshirō walking up to me, hands cast inside his slacks’ pockets. Whatta cool guy, huh? I sarcastically remark in my head.

I turn back around and sigh, “I’m a burden to this family. It’s better off if I wed into a well-off family and create a tie between us. It’s the most useful thing I can do…I suppose.”

And even to my own ears I didn’t sound very confident in my words. “Who’re you trying to convince? Me…or you?”

Another sigh escapes my lips as he sits down on the bench beside me. I glance down at my quivering hands. It was starting to get chilly out. “I—I don’t even know.”

“Well, here’s a simple question: do you want to marry me?”

I glance up at him, he was already looking down at me, and I laugh, “I don’t even know you, sir.” He smirks, “Yes, you do.”

I shake my head and look at him fully. “No, I don’t. I know your name. I know of you. But, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. So, why would I want to? This is purely out of duty and obligation.”

A pained expression flashed across his features momentarily before he’s sitting up straight with a slight tilt of his head. “Then, let’s get to know each other, and if you don’t like me, we’ll call off the wedding.”

I blink. “What…?” He tsks and sits back against the bench, “Let’s postpone the arrangement and date. If you don’t at least like me by the end of December, we’ll call off the engagement.” December? That’s eight months from now.

“What about you? If you don’t like me, will you call it off?” He grins up at the moon, “Impossible. I’m the one who proposed this engagement in the first place.” My eyes grow wide and I audibly gasp, “You—what?”

He turns his gaze back towards me and it was then that I noticed his eyes were a deep shade of turquoise. The complete opposite of the brown irises of the rest of his family. They were pretty…he was pretty.

“I like you already, have for the last five years, I think.” Eh!? Since my birthday ball? We didn’t even speak back—oh, wait…

“Back when we danced in the garden together…? I helped you get away from all those girls,” I chuckle at the forgotten memory. “Ah—so, you remember. Do you remember what you told me back then?”

“…That I’d be your fake fiancé whenever you needed.”

Tōshirō leans in close, our lips damn near touching, “So, how about we make it official? Let’s date.”

I grin, “Alright, fine, and after seven months, I’ll give you my answer.” He returns my grin and I suppose that I might not need to wait until December after all. And just then I feel something cold grace my arm.

When I look up the moon is covered with dark clouds and snowfall begins to adorn the rose bushes. “What? Snow? It’s the middle of Spring.”

Tōshirō chuckles in my hear and the tresses of his white hair tickles my neck. He had rested his head upon my shoulder. “I guess winter came back early.”

Oh, this boy isn’t going to be good for my heart. I can already feel my resolve wavering. Is it too late to take this deal back?

I might fall in love too quickly.

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