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lilithlinen · 24 days

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Challenge Accepted - Young Keanu x You

Requested by: Anon. I hope you like it, cookie❤️

Note: Keanu is 25 in this one and you both just got married a few weeks ago so bear with me🙉

Plot: Keanu and you continued your intimate activities after returning home from your honeymoon. Keanu proposed a challenge, suggesting that you engage in continuous love-making for extended periods.

As you exited the airport, fans and paparazzi were waiting for you both, their cameras flashing furiously. Keanu led you through the crowd, shielding you from the barrage of lights, but not before stopping to take a few pictures with his eager fans.

At home, you were greeted by your friends and family, who had come to celebrate your return. There was laughter, champagne, and love everywhere. Keanu's eyes locked with yours, and his heart swelled with happiness.

"This is home," he whispered, his hand brushing your cheek.

You laughed, danced, and enjoyed the company of your loved ones, celebrating your new life together. And as the night wore on, you danced to your favorite song, entwined in each other's arms, ready for the future ahead. Later that night when you and Keanu retired to your room, an idea crossed Keanu's mind, he grinned mischievously before patting your shoulder lightly. "Love?"

You looked at him as you put on your night gown. "Hmm? Yes, love?"

Keanu looked at you, his eyes lit with mischief. "Since we've just returned from a tropical paradise and had a great time, why don't we bring some of the island vibes to our bedroom?" he suggested, his voice low and sultry.

He didn't even give you a chance to respond, he disappeared downstairs for a few minutes and then came back with a tray full of coconuts, pineapples, and some exotic fruits, along with some snacks if possible.

You couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice here." He said with a slight grin on his face.

You kissed his cheek and smiled. "I know and I appreciate it. Thank you."

You both decided to eat in bed, the candles flickering softly, setting the mood. Keanu cuddled you close, feeding you pieces of fruits and chocolate-covered strawberries. Soon enough, he began undoing your nightgown, his fingers trembling with desire. "I think it's time for dessert," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours.

His grin grew wider before adding, "And a challenge if you're up for it...?" He looked into your eyes searchingly

You gaze up at him giggling. "What's on your mind, silly?" You ask as you tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear.

Keanu's eyes gleamed with desire and mischief. "How about a game?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "One where we will make love for as long as we can, for hours or even.... days."

Your eyes widened at his words. "Oh my god, are you serious?"

He chuckled wickedly; his eyes locked on yours. "Very serious," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "Who wouldn't want to keep making love to you all night?"

You bit your lip, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. "Alright, Mr. Reeves, you're on," you teased, your eyes filled with challenge and lust.

You both stripped down naked, your bodies glowing under candlelight. Keanu's gaze lingered hungrily on your body, his cock standing erect and ready for action.

"Remember, we stop only when neither of us can continue," he said, his voice low and throaty. "Whoever lasts longer wins. Are you ready?"

You nodded; your eyes locked on his. "Ready when you are, handsome."

Keanu grinned deviously; he placed a hand on your knee, gently guiding your leg up and opening your pussy wide. This would be no ordinary fucking - this would be a test of endurance! Right away, he plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy, pumping you hard and fast. The first round went to Keanu, coming powerfully inside you as you cried out. Your own orgasm came shortly after, flooding his fingers with your juices. You were off to a great start.

Days passed, and so did positions, licking and sucking, every place imaginable was hit. An hour of sixty-nine sucked your clit raw, practically begging for relief. But just when you thought you'd reach the limits of human stamina, Keanu changed things up again. Sweat pooled between your breasts while you rode him relentlessly, your inner walls gripping his length without mercy.

Suddenly, Keanu stopped, collapsing on the bed panting, out of breath. Could it be it? Were you both defeated already? "No way!" You spat.

Your determination fueled you as you continued your assault, craving victory in this marathon. Grabbing his semi-hard cock, you mounted it, grinding your clit against him. Desperate now, Keanu took control, pinning you down onto the bed. He thrust into you ferociously, his cock deep inside, your walls pulsating with every thrust. "Fuck, baby, I'm... gonna... oh fuck..." he murmured, nearing climax.

But a final surge summoned his strength, he flipped you onto all fours, slamming into you from behind. "You're mine!" he groaned between gritted teeth. Clenching his jaw, Keanu fought his orgasm, promising himself that he wouldn't give in. This could only mean one thing...

"Oh God, fucking yes!" you screamed with renewed vigor. Just as Keanu thought it was over, you unleashed your orgasm. Torrents of pleasure cascaded throughout your body, leaving Keanu gasping with surprise... until a sudden realization dawned upon him. 👀

Keanu's eyes widened with shock, his mind racing. "Wait, we didn't specify a winner," he whispered hoarsely, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Before you could protest, Keanu commanded, "Continue riding me until you can't anymore," smirking devilishly.

You stared at him, eyes wide with a mix of lust and frustration. With a sigh, you complied, mounting him again and riding him like a pro. He slapped your ass to further motivate you, urging you closer to ecstasy. Keanu bucked his hips mercilessly, going harder and faster.

Despite his best efforts to delay orgasm, Keanu's face twisted in agony. "I'm...close...don't stop!" he growled, nearly coming in a desperate attempt to prolong the race. However, he managed to pull through, maintaining the power struggle until you collapsed, utterly exhausted, in his arms, and he won.

As you collapsed, panting heavily, Keanu pulled out, spurting semen across your butt.

"Dammit, Keanu!" You pouted, turning around to glare at him, but you couldn't hide your smile. Despite losing, this experience left you fulfilled and satisfied.

"I won this round," Keanu said, collapsing beside you. "But I promise, I'll lose the next time."

Giggling, you rested in his embrace, wondering what the next round of challenges might entail. The days of scorching passion had left you both physically worn out, but emotionally empowered. Keanu's lips met yours, sealing the victory with a kiss.

The sun peeked through the windows, casting a golden light that shimmered across your sweaty, tangled bodies. "I guess it's time to call it quits for today," Keanu murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion.

And though he won, Keanu felt the true prize—your unwavering love, passion, and acceptance.

"Come on, let's take a shower and start fresh," he added, helping you sit up.

Laughing breathlessly, you rolled your eyes playfully. "Cheater," you accused, but your words were filled with affection.

"Not cheating, just gaming the rules," he shot back, his eyes full of jest.

Your skin drenched in sweat and satisfaction. "There's no way to declare a winner in a situation like this," you wheezed, but Keanu wasn't listening. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

In the bathtub, he washed you tenderly, his eyes full of admiration. "You gave me everything you had, and I couldn't ask for more," he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek. "Both of us are winners tonight."

Finally, content and satisfied, you settled into bed, nestled against him. "Well, I guess we made a record today," you mused, your voice filled with amusement.

Keanu chuckled; his eyes locked on yours. "Indeed, we did," he agreed, his voice soft and warm. "We made love for about 3 days straight, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else."

You fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted but happy, knowing they had pushed each other to the limit and beyond.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves gif #keanu reeves x you #keanu characters #keanuverse #keanugifs #keanu x you #keanu reeves imagine #imagines #keanu reeves imagines

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lumosandnoxwriting · 3 years

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Maple Syrup Kisses - Harry Potter

Title: Maple Syrup Kisses Pairing: Harry x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, male receiving oral, fingering and unprotected sex Summary: Y/N just wants Harry to feel special on his birthday! A/N: For the anon who wanted Harry and the reader feeding each other strawberries with it ending in some smut!! Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!!

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Y/N moves as quietly as she can as she pushes the bedroom door open with her hip, as to not wake Harry. Not only is today his birthday, but it’s the first day in weeks that he doesn’t need to be up and out of the house early, and Y/N wants him to sleep in for as long as possible. She’s already been up for hours, wrapping a few more presents and making him some of his favorite breakfast foods for him to enjoy in bed.

She heads into their room quietly, placing the tray full of food in her hands on their dresser. It’s well after 10 am, and although she’s sure Harry could sleep for a few more hours, she’s ready for their day to begin. Y/N slowly crawls up their bed, admiring how peaceful Harry looks when he’s asleep. She settles on her side next to Harry and starts to press light kisses all over his face.

“Harry, love,” she coos, gently rubbing his arm. “It’s time to wake up.”

Harry starts to stir in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open slowly. “Y/N?” he asks. He turns slightly so he can look at Y/N, and a sleepy smile appears on his face. “Mornin’ love. What time is it?”

“Nearly 11,” Y/N murmurs, kissing Harry briefly. “Happy birthday, love.”

Harry grins, stretching out his limbs as he starts to wake up more. “My birthday and a lie in? Best day ever,” he says. Harry grabs Y/N’s chin and presses their lips together in a slow kiss. “What a wonderful way to be woken up. Thank you.”

Y/N chuckles and kisses Harry again, just letting their soft lips move together for a few moments. “You’re welcome, Harry. But let me make it even better.” Y/N sits up and motions for Harry to do the same. Once he’s settles back against the pillows Y/N grabs her wand off of their night table, and casts a charm so the tray full of food starts to float over towards them.

“Breakfast in bed?” Harry asks happily. “This day just keeps getting better and better.” Harry settles the tray onto his lap, giving Y/N a look when she laughs at him. “What? It’s nice to enjoy the simple things in life.”

Y/N shakes her head and presses a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “That’s one of the things I love most about you, Harry.”

“What’s that, love?” Harry asks as he drowns his pancakes in syrup.

“You’re Harry Potter,” she teases. “You have the entire world at your fingertips. You could ask for anything and have it an instant. And how do you choose to use that power? Sleeping in and having breakfast in bed.”

“Who needs the entire world at their disposal when they’ve got you?” Harry compliments after swallowing his first bite. “You made these the muggle way, didn’t you?” When Y/N nods Harry groans in appreciation. “You have truly outdone yourself, Y/N. These are amazing.” He leans over and presses a sticky, maple flavored kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Harry.” Y/N sits back, and watches Harry eat, her hand coming up to run through his messy hair. It rarely looks tame when he tries to do something with it, and Y/N loves how it looks in the morning. It always sticks in 100 different directions, and it’s silky which makes it the perfect texture for her hands to run through.

“So, what have you got planned for the rest of the day?” Harry asks as he takes a sip of orange juice.

Y/N grins at him. “Sleeping in and breakfast in bed isn’t enough for you?” she teases.

Harry rolls his eyes playfully. “Just sitting here next to you is enough for me. You know that.” Harry takes another bite and chews slowly before swallowing. “But I know you, and you go above and beyond for even the simplest things so there’s no way this isn’t the start to an amazing day.”

“You know me too well, Harry,” Y/N laughs. “We’ve got a late lunch booked in at your favorite restaurant with Andromeda and Teddy,” Y/N starts, giggling when Harry beams brightly. “And then dinner tonight at The Burrow with all of the Weasleys, an amazing cake made by Molly herself and loads and loads of presents.”

“You’re the most wonderful human being on the planet, you know that?” Harry compliments, pulling Y/N in for another maple syrup kiss. “You’ve managed to plan the perfect day for me. It’s like you crawled inside of my brain or something.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Y/N insists, her cheeks tinted pink from Harry’s praise.

Harry is always doing little things to make Y/N feel special. Whether it’s surprising her with dinner at her favorite restaurant or bringing her home flowers. He’s even been known to send her an owl during the middle of the day just to let her know he’s thinking about her. Harry’s birthday is the only day of the year he lets people spoil him, and Y/N is sure to take full advantage of that so she can make him feel just as special as he always makes her feel.

“Here, love. Try a strawberry,” Y/N says to avoid getting any more praise from Harry. She loves his sweet words, but today is supposed to be about him. She picks a strawberry out of the bowl by its’ bright green leaves and slowly brings it up to Harry’s mouth. Y/N watches in awe as Harrys lips wrap around it, and she strangely starts to feel a little turned on.

“Mmm,” Harry moans as he takes a bite. “Those are really good.” He grabs his own strawberry out of the bowl and brings it up to Y/N’s mouth. “Try one, love.”

Y/N takes a bite of the strawberry Harry offers her as he takes another bite of the one in her hand. They both make noises of appreciation in the back of their throats, and the sound goes right to Y/N’s core. As Harry takes the final bite of the fruit is mouth just barely grazes Y/N’s fingers, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning.

They sit there in silence just feeding each other for a few minutes, both Harry and Y/N starting to get more turned on as they go. Each time they reach the end of the fruit they let their lips brush the other’s fingers. One-time Y/N even goes as far as to suck Harry’s fingers for a moment, smirking when he lets out a quiet moan.

As Y/N takes the last bite some of the juice drips down her chin. Harry reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb, and before he can do anything else Y/N has wrapped her lips around the digit and is sucking it clean. When Y/N releases his thumb Harry lurches forward and presses their lips together hotly, too turned on to continue teasing. Y/N moans into Harry’s mouth and fumbles for her wand. As so as her hand grips it she waves it, casting a silent spell that makes the tray float back onto their dresser. She throws her wand off the bed and grabs Harry’s shoulders, pulling him on top of her.

“Y/N,” Harry moans as she starts to bite and suck at his neck. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you.” His hand starts to trail down her body to the waist band of her shorts. But before his hand can dip underneath the band, Y/N is shaking her head and flipping them over so she’s now hovering over Harry.

“It’s your birthday, love,” she starts, trailing kisses down Harry’s neck and bare chest. “Let me make you feel good.”

Y/N moves down Harry’s torso, occasionally stopping to bite at his skin and suck marks into his pale flesh. When she reaches his crotch Y/N presses hot, open mouthed kisses to his cloth covered cock, letting her hand slowly palm at him.

“If you insist,” Harry groans, letting his head tip back. He threads a hand in Y/N’s hair, lifting his hips up to aid her in taking his boxers off. “You spoil me too much, love,” he says as he looks back down at her.

Y/N wraps her hand around Harry’s cock, starting to stroke him as he moans for her. “Don’t get too used to it,” she jokes, letting her warm breath ghost over his length. She smiles as he twitches in her hand, and she presses a slow kiss to the swollen tip. Y/N makes eye contact with Harry as she sucks the tip between her lips, moaning around him as he lets out his own noise of pleasure.

“Oh,” Harry gasps as Y/N starts to take him down further, his grip on her hair tightening. “Feel so good wrapped around me, love,” Harry compliments. “You always know how to make me feel good.”

Y/N blushes at Harry’s words, and brings a hand up to stroke the part of his cock she can’t quite fit into her mouth. She starts to bob her head up and down slowly, letting her tongue rub up against the underside of his cock. As Harry starts to pant and groan above her Y/N increases her speed with ever stroke, her hand twisting at the base of his cock. She hums as her mouth reaches the tip, pausing for a moment so her tongue can lap at the precum gathering there.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Harry moans, his hips involuntarily bucking up slightly. “Doing so good, Angel,” he praises.

Spurred on by Harry’s encouragement, Y/N bobs her head eagerly, taking as much of Harry down her throat as possible. As her nose brushes the area of skin just above Harry’s cock the tip jabs the back of her throat and she gags as Harry moans loudly.

“Gonna cum in your pretty little mouth if you keep doing that,” Harry warns as Y/N gags around him once again.

Not wanting him to finish just yet, Y/N slowly pulls off of Harry with a wink. He whines at the loss, and she lets her hand slowly stroke him. “As much as I love the taste of you, Harry,” she starts, wiping away the spit on her chin with her free hand. “I’d much rather have you finish somewhere else.”

Harry chuckles and brings Y/N in for a brief kiss as he flips them over. Harry kisses her again slower as he gets rids of all of Y/N’s clothes, letting his hands run over every inch of skin he reveals. He settles in between her spread legs, and trails kisses down her neck as his hand starts to trail up her thigh.

“Oh, Harry,” Y/N moans as his fingers start to rub her wet folds.

“Look how wet you are, Angel,” Harry teases as he sinks a finger into her entrance. He’s rewarded with a beautiful moan when he curls it, and he immediately brings another in alongside it. “You’re already so turned on just from having my cock in your mouth.”

Y/N shivers as Harry’s thumb starts to rub slow circles on her clit, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. “Harry please,” she begs. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

Harry smirks as Y/N squirms underneath him. “Thought today was all about me and what I want to do?” he teases, curling his fingers again. “Maybe I just wanna use my fingers.”

Y/N’s fingers dig into Harry’s shoulder and she whines as he slows his movements down. “Need you in me Harry, please,” Y/N pleads, her walls clenching and twitching around his digits.

“Since you asked so nicely, Angel.” Harry fingers Y/N for another few moments, relishing in her moans and whines. He curls his fingers one last time before removing them from Y/N’s heat, and he grips a thigh in each hand. “Ready for me?”

Y/N nods wildly, “God Harry, yes. So ready for you.” They both moan lowly as Harry enters Y/N, his hips pushing into her until his cock is fully buried inside of her. “Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, her toes curling. “Fill me up so good, Harry. Always stretch me out. Feels so good.”

“Y/N,” Harry groans, starting to slowly pulls his hips back and fuck into her. “Always so tight for me, Angel. Feel so good around me.” Harry starts to fuck Y/N at a moderate pace, and he throws one of her legs over his shoulder so he can fuck into her deeper.

“Right there,” Y/N moans as the tip of his cock brushes her g-spot. “Right there Harry don’t stop.”

Harry starts to rub Y/N’s clit, wanting her to finish before him. “Come on, Angel. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”

Y/N back arches and her eyes flutter shut as Harry starts to rub her clit harder. “So close, Harry, fuck,” Y/N moans. Her hips move up to meet Harry with every thrust and she can feel her walls clenching and fluttering around Harry’s cock. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna-“ Y/N’s warning falls from her lips as her orgasm hits, Harry’s name falling from her lips instead.

“So good for me, Angel,” Harry praises as Y/N comes down from her high, his hips still relentlessly moving into her. Her walls are like a vice grip around him, and when Y/N drags her nails down Harry’s back his hips stutter, and he’s spilling into Y/N with a shout of her name. Harry continues moving inside Y/N as they come down, and once his cock has stopped twitching he slowly pulls out and falls onto the bed next to her.

Y/N runs a hand through her sweaty hair, letting Harry pull her into his side. “How did you like your present?” she says playfully, pressing a few kisses to his jaw.

“It was absolutely brilliant, love.” Harry grabs Y/N’s chin so he can press a chaste kiss to her lips. “And I’m very happy that you decided to give it to me know instead of in front of all the Weasley’s tonight after dinner,” he jokes.

Y/N laughs and kisses Harry deeply. “I’m sure they all would have enjoyed that,” she teases with a wink. Y/N looks at the clock on their bedside table, groaning at how late it is. “We better hop in the shower, love. Or we’ll be late for lunch.”

“Ugh, do we have to?” Harry whines, pulling Y/N on top of him. She giggles as Harry tickles her sides, and he presses their mouths together to muffle the sound. “I could just lay in bed here with you forever.”

“Me too,” Y/N agrees, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “But I spent a lot of time and effort planning this day for you and I’m not going to let you miss any of it.” Y/N places one more kiss to Harry’s lips before she crawls out of bed and starts to head towards the bathroom. “And I may or may not have a few more, private presents for us to use tonight after dinner.”

Harry immediately perks up at that, and he jumps out of bed. “Race you to the shower!” he shouts, laughing as Y/N chases after him.

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marvel-and-mischief · 3 years

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Tulips

Part of my Floriography Series

A/N: This is a two-parter, Part 1 (titled Tulips) will be a gender neutral reader and Part 2 (titled White Carnation & Violets) will be a female reader with smut.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x GN!Reader Words: 1500 Warnings: inexperienced reader, food/fish descriptions, this is the second fic I have Oberyn feeding you fruit (you’re welcome), they are in a room surrounded by naked people but descriptions aren’t too graphic Synopsis: Oberyn hosts a charitable feast for all of Sunspear. You happen to attend, catching the eye of the Prince.

Tulips: charity

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The magnificent castle of Sunspear had been transformed into an open free for all at the request of Dorne’s favorite son, Prince Oberyn. For three days and three nights the poorest, the richest, and everybody in between were welcome to eat, dance and be merry to their hearts’ content.

The corridors and public rooms were lit with burning lamps hung down from the ceilings, sweet smelling candles lined the windowsills to mask the smell of sweat and sex, musicians played fun, upbeat songs for dancing and slow, sensual sounds later into the night.

By the third and final night the castle was still thriving with full bellies and even fuller hearts, and though Oberyn had been having a good time, tonight he decided to take a step back, remain in the shadows and observe his people.

Oberyn entered the feasting hall late into the night, when most people were too drunk or preoccupied with company to notice his presence. He leaned over the shoulder of a man writhing in the lap of another man, scooped a handful of mixed nuts and berries from a bowl on the table and moved away before he could be tempted to join in. Maybe later, he thought, nibbling on his sweet treats.

He noticed Ellaria in his seat at the head of the table, sharing it with a beautiful woman who was kissing her neck and running her hands through Ellaria’s long, dark hair, just as Oberyn liked to. Her lover for the night was soft and curvy and enthusiastic in her want for the other woman. Oberyn would have nodded his approval to his paramour if she had bothered to look up.

“A goblet, my Prince?” came a voice from behind him. Oberyn slowly swivelled on one foot to see a female servant balancing a golden tray with a goblet of wine on top.

“You shouldn’t be serving,” Oberyn chastised, taking the wine nonetheless and motioning with it to the surrounding people, most of whom were making out with each other.

“It’s not my thing,” the woman said, tucking the tray underneath her arm. She looked like she wanted to leave but wouldn’t dare without permission. Oberyn thought he’d tease her a little more.

“Love isn’t your thing?” Oberyn watched as her eyes widened in thought, feet shuffling uncomfortably.

“Of course I believe in love, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” she whispered, “I prefer my love to be private that’s all.”

Oberyn nodded, a smirk on his lips as he took a sip of wine, swirling the liquid around on his tongue before swallowing suggestively. A light blush appeared on the servant’s cheeks as she followed the movement down his throat.

“Fair enough, little one,” Oberyn sighed, content in his mischief, “but I demand you put that tray down and enjoy this final night, you are the only one not joining in.”

“I’m not the only one,” she shrugged, eyeing a figure sitting on a plump stool in a darkened corner of the room.

Oberyn followed her gaze to see you, legs crossed with a plate of food in your lap. You were paying no attention to anyone but the pile of fish and bread you were tucking into. A curious smile appeared on Oberyn’s face and he immediately dismissed the servant in favor of leaning against a wall in the shadows to watch you.

You never once looked up as Oberyn watched you pick away the bones from the fish to set aside on the plate, licking your fingers and thumbs of the slightly salted flakes that clung to them. Oberyn found that it thrilled him to see you enjoying what his wealth could offer you; he put that food in your belly. There was something about providing something to someone and seeing them take pleasure in it that sent a burst of pride through his body and puffed out his chest. Maybe he should put on more feasts in the future.

You finished your food and stretched in your seat, back arching like a content feline, and let out a sigh that went unnoticed by the distracted occupants of the room. It was only then that you saw him, far enough away that you hadn’t been aware of him paying attention to you but close enough that he laughed at your quiet gasp of shock.

“My Prince,” you whispered in awe, and slight embarrassment. You quickly dropped the plate to the floor so you could stand and give a small bow in greeting, but Oberyn moved at a leisurely pace to guide you back to sit on the stool. He wanted you to relax, to go back to the person you were when you didn’t know he was watching you, uncaring of keeping up appearances, the real you.

“Have you eaten enough? There is plenty more if you are hungry,” Oberyn offered kindly. You looked over to the plentiful dishes of various foods on display at the large feasting table, but you declined with a small shake of your head.

“I have had my fill, thank you my Prince,” you smiled politely but kept eye contact, becoming braver the longer you held a conversation with him.

“Please, call me Oberyn tonight. Have you been here before? I regret, I haven’t seen you,” Oberyn fixed you with a look of scrutiny, trying to place your features. He had been rather busy the first two days of feasting, indulging in both wine and lovers, so he could be forgiven for not seeing you until now.

“My father is the head gardener, I sometimes accompany him to the castle.”

Oberyn nodded thoughtfully, leaning down to take your hand in his.

“I regret this is the first time I am seeing you properly,” you watched as he played with your hand, running his soft fingers along yours and along the lines of your palm. You felt your body relax at his ministrations, the feeling having a calming effect on your beating heart. During the lull in conversation you took the time to map out his facial features, the long nose, the perfect line of hair that ran along his jaw, eyes that seemed dark and piercing from afar were actually soft and round up close. The Oberyn before you was a stark contract to the stories of the Viper you had heard about on the lips of strangers, but confirmed everything your father had told you about his employer; Oberyn was warmth and kindness to those that deserved it.

“Perhaps I can get to know you better somewhere private?”

You stared up at Oberyn, suddenly tongue tied at his suggestion. It’s not that you didn’t want to, but you never had. And now here was an actual Prince propositioning you and you didn’t know what to do. You gazed around at the people in the room in various states of undress, in various stages of making love. You weren’t ignorant of the goings on but you were always too shy to join in lest your inexperience was something to be laughed at or ridiculed.

Oberyn took your lack of response as a sign of nervousness and kneeled down in front of you, your hand still held in his. You locked eyes with him and cleared your throat to speak, but he beat you to it.

“You can say no, I am not in the business of pressuring anyone to do anything they do not wish to,” Oberyn assured you gently, as though talking to a flittering bird that could fly away at any moment.

“I fear you would not be satisfied with me,” you admitted cautiously, deciding to focus your attention on your joined hands.

“Oh, I doubt that very much,” Oberyn smirked. A shock of silver caught his eye, a bowl of fruit on a table to his side and it gave him an idea. He reached over and picked out a plump strawberry, spinning it deftly by the stalk before showing it to you.

You looked at the fruit as he presented it to you, a mixture of confusion and curiosity as he slowly brought it to your mouth. You knew then what he was doing and opened your mouth to take it in, carefully biting into the middle. The juice spurted out, most of it going into your mouth but some of it dripped down your chin. Oberyn hurried forward and traced the juice along your skin before bringing it to his mouth to suck it off his finger, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

You felt a smile creep onto your lips. You liked this feeling, of being seduced and wanted. Oberyn wasn’t another leery man who wanted pleasure and didn’t care about yours, like those that had flirted with you in the past. This felt exciting and fun and you wanted more.

“Can we go somewhere private now?”

Oberyn grinned at your sudden boldness, threw the rest of the strawberry to the floor and jumped into a standing position, offering you a hand to take.

And take it you did.

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#Floriography Series #Pedro Pascal #Oberyn #Oberyn Martell #Oberyn x Reader #Oberyn Martell x Reader #Game of Thrones #GoT

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cosmic-goddess-leo · 4 years

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Show Me Your Teeth

Vampire!Kuroo x Monster Hunter!Reader Chapter 2 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro finds himself in quite the predicament when an injured monster hunter stumbles into his castle seeking refuge.

Part 1

Word Count: 6,421

Warnings: SMUT IMMEDIATELY. Violence, bl00d, d3ath. Angsties

Author’s Note: I know some of yall were anticipating this be a series but I just couldn’t post another 10k fic lmao. I really hoped you guys enjoyed this 2 part series!

If Kuroo thought he was self conscious about his fangs before, he had another thing coming as (Y/n) pressed her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure, throw caution to the wind and risk one of his fangs pricking her plush lips.

But that would ruin everything. Ruin this opportunity to be intimate with the woman he had fallen in... who he had developed strong feelings for.

Instead he carefully worked his lips against hers, making sure to keep the kiss from getting too heated for fear of her tongue discovering his fangs.

He was caught off guard when (Y/n) pulled him onto the bed, moving him so she was caged between his arms. Their lips parted as (Y/n) began undressing, a giggle escaping her lips as Kuroo watched her intently, looking like he was ready to eat her...

Kuroo was so caught up in suppressing his hunger that he almost forgot to start undressing himself. He stared down at her, gaze turning predatory as he licked his lips at the sight of her throat.

There was something about the smell of someone’s blood when they were aroused... it was the most delectable scent to ever grace Kuroo’s senses. Fucking intoxicating... he didn’t know how he would get through the night without trying to taste (Y/n) at least once.

He was promptly distracted by the smell of (Y/n)’s arousal, a whole new kind of hunger taking over as instincts took over and he started planting hot kisses on (Y/n)’s chest. She shrieked at the cold feeling of his lips brushing over her nipples, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.

Kuroo gripped harshly at her hips as he took one of her nipples between his lips, beginning to suckle gingerly at the delicate bud. Her moans echoed through the room, going straight to his dick as his tongue swirled over her nipple.

God, was this a fucking tooth ache? Were Kuroo’s fangs fucking aching? He pushed his hunger deep down, kissing down (Y/n)’s body towards her cunt, hoping if he gathered her juices on his tongue it would distract from his hunger.

He couldn’t help but moan as (Y/n) wound her fingers into his hair, gripping at him tightly as he dragged his tongue up her slit. Kuroo peered at her through his lashes as she writhed and screwed her eyes shut in pleasure. His muscle worked mercilessly against her clit, eyes fluttering shut as he felt his hunger subsiding, her juices like honey dripping onto his lips and chin.

Kuroo’s eyes snapped open as (Y/n) yelped in surprise, realizing one of his fangs poked her folds. His tongue quickly lapped at her to dull the pain and distract her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the canines practically glistening in the moonlight.

“Didn’t know you were a biter, Tetsuro...” she purred. Kuroo couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as he teased his fingertips against (Y/n)’s tight hole. He slowly worked his fingers into her pussy, pulling another moan from her lips and causing her to buck her hips.

Kuroo pinned her hips onto the bed with his free hand, smirking with glee at her desperate attempts at getting more friction. “You’re so fucking beautiful... practically begging for my touch.”

(Y/n) moaned at his words, whimpering as he curled his fingers and hit that special spot deep inside her. He quickened his pace, spurred on by her needy moans as he began rutting his hips against the bed, moaning against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

This was practically sinful, it was almost criminal how (Y/n) didn’t realize how sinful it was. The thought of a huntress submitting to a vampire’s touch so easily was enough to make Kuroo’s cock twitch.

An animalistic growl slipped past his lips as (Y/n) yanked on his hair at a particularly rough pump of his fingers. He pulled away from her cunt, licking her juices off his lips before pressing his hips flush against hers.

He found himself yearning for the taste of her blood now that his lips were no longer occupied, hoping he could distract himself at the feeling of her tightness. Kuroo traced the tip of his cock against (Y/n)’s folds, collecting her juices before rubbing it against her clit.

(Y/n) almost pointed out how even his dick was cold, interrupted by the feeling of suddenly being stretched by his massive girth. She threw her head back with a loud moan, unaware of how enticing her neck looked in this position.

Kuroo began mercilessly snapping his hips into her, his inhuman strength rocking the bed in time with his thrusts, the sound of creaking wood, desperate moans, and skin slapping against skin mingling in the air. The delicious mixture of pain and pleasure had (Y/n) crying out as she clung to Kuroo’s back.

His grip on (Y/n)’s hips was bruising, his movements harsh as he slowly began forgetting about his desire to feed. Kuroo could feel his orgasm building and building, his own moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

Kuroo’s cold fingers worked against (Y/n)’s clit and caused her moans to rise in pitch and volume. He buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck, his breathing became labored as he inhaled his lover’s delicious scent.

“Tetsurooo! I-I’m so close!” She whined, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, his body flush against hers and his pelvis rubbing tantalizingly against her clit as he pinned her wrists above her head.

His hot breath fanned against her throat, fangs lightly grazing her delicate skin as he held himself back from sinking his canines into her neck. One of them lightly pricked at her skin, drawing a single drop of blood. (Y/n) hadn’t even noticed the tiny pinch, too wrapped up in the feeling of her orgasm washing over her.

Kuroo couldn’t help but drag his tongue against her throat, eyes rolling back as he tasted the singular bead of crimson mixed with sweat. He didn’t know how, but she was the most delectable human he had ever tasted. The feeling of (Y/n)’s blood on his tongue combined with the clench of her pussy had Kuroo moaning wildly as he forced himself to pull out of her and cum on her stomach.

(Y/n) breathed hard as she rode out her high, eyes fluttering shut as Kuroo’s fingers slowly traced down her arms. He cradled her sides as he littered her face with tender kisses, smiling softly as (Y/n) giggled cutely at him.

“How are you still cold after all that?” she snickered, tilting her head at Kuroo as he laid beside her.

“Aah... I’m always cold like this...” he murmured, pulling the blankets to cover their bodies as (Y/n) hugged his waist.

“Lucky for you I’m always warm...” (Y/n) smiled tiredly, her post-coital bliss now replaced with fatigue.

Kuroo hummed quietly in response, eyeing the light scratch on her neck warily. He was surprised at the amount of restraint he was showing, but he knew he would have to feed soon. On human blood. And he couldn’t bring himself to compel (Y/n) into a compliant state and drink from her. Not after these few months together.

He quietly bid her goodnight, quickly coming up with a plan to feed tomorrow night once she had gone to bed. Originally he wanted to wait until she left the castle... but now he knew he couldn’t stave off his hunger any longer.

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(Y/n) was pleased to wake up to find Kuroo in bed beside her, reading quietly. Her tray of breakfast was placed in its usual spot, the curtains shut and keeping the sunrise shut out. He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, his cold lips catching her off guard, then set the tray of breakfast in her lap.

“Did you already eat?” she asked, popping a strawberry in her mouth. Kuroo hummed in response, only half paying attention as he continued reading. He didn’t even want to hear the word ‘eat,’ last night’s little appetizer already had him feeling on edge.

Unbeknownst to him, his silence made (Y/n) nervous. She picked at her eggs, suddenly very conscious of how bare she was. “Last night... you don’t regret it, do you?”

Kuroo quickly shut the book, setting it aside and turning to fully face (Y/n). He wanted to limit their physical contact as much as possible, not wanting her to grow suspicious of his cold skin, or look too closely at his eyes.

“I don’t... do you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. He hid his tensing as (Y/n) gently took his hands in hers, fiddling with his fingers anxiously.

“No... I’m just a bit worried, you seem somewhat distant...” (Y/n) trailed off.

Kuroo bit his lip before lightly brushing a strand of hair behind (Y/n)’s ear, “I’m sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone... Just getting used to intimacy again I suppose.”

She smiled softly, glancing up at him through her lashes before taking his hand again and gently kissing his knuckle. Kuroo could tell there was more (Y/n) wanted to say, possibly about what this meant for the two of them. He was grateful that she instead continued eating her breakfast.

However, he would be lying if he didn’t feel a small prick of disappointment. Kuroo knew logically that she would have to leave, or he would die. He had never heard of a vampire living harmoniously with a human, a monster hunter at that.

The process of asking her to leave would have been much easier if they hadn’t fucked the night before. Vampires were either hungry or horny. There was no in-between. What a fucking existence.

And now Kuroo couldn’t even get lost in his thoughts hidden behind the door to the bedroom, there was no point in hiding when (Y/n) had already seen his face.

He spent the majority of the day with her until it was time to cook her dinner. Kuroo set the tray in her lap and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. (Y/n) sent him a questioning glance when she noticed he had changed his clothes.

“I need to pick up a few things from a merchant in the village. I will be back after sundown…” Kuroo explained, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt. “And don’t try to stay up and wait for me, you still need to rest.” he added.

(Y/n) nodded in understanding, delving into her supper as Kuroo bid her goodbye and left the room.

Kuroo technically wasn’t lying. He did have business in the village… and he was technically visiting a ‘merchant’ of sorts. But his hunger clouded his senses, making him increasingly unaware of the prying eyes that watched him enter the village, following him all the way into the nearest brothel.

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(Y/n) woke to an empty bed sometime in the middle of the night. A painful ache in her arm is what tore her from her sleep, making her regret having refused the tea with poppy milk Kuroo had made with her dinner.

Kuroo always left a small vial of poppy milk on her bedside table incase (Y/n) experienced any pains during the day. (Y/n) moved to reach for the vial, freezing in place when she heard a blood curdling scream echo through the halls.

It was a woman’s scream, she sounded absolutely terrified. (Y/n) knew there were no other people occupying the castle, so where did she come from? Maybe she had run inside, trying to escape some horrible beast in the forest. That had to be it.

(Y/n) pushed herself to stand, grunting as she tested the amount of weight she could put on her injured leg. The huntress strapped her sword onto her hip before draping her fur pelt to protect herself from the cold halls of the castle, knowing the winter winds would seep through her white nightgown. She took hold of her whip before grabbing one of the crutches Kuroo had given her, finally setting out into the halls of the castle.

This was the first time she had set foot outside of her room, but she used the sound of another shriek to guide her to her destination. Her eyes curiously studied the tapestries and portraits that hung on the stone walls, so distracted she almost fell into a collapsed section of the floor. If she wanted to continue, she would have to enter a nearby room and hope it had a door connecting to the other side of the hall.

She looked to her right, stepping into what appeared to be an old study, its walls adorned with cobwebs and dust. (Y/n) found a door connecting to a second room, one that would surely open back up to the hallway, but stopped dead in her steps when she noticed a large portrait hung over an unlit fireplace.

A man, woman and child all stood regally before the castle, their eyes almost following (Y/n) as she moved closer to get a better look. This had to be Kuroo and his parents.

‘Tetsuro certainly inherited his father’s looks,’ (Y/n) thought to herself, staring at the man’s face intently. But (Y/n) quickly noticed something off about the portrait.

The child that would have been Kuroo looked nothing like him… the little boy had curly, wild blond hair, identical to that of the woman in the painting. He also had shimmering green eyes, also like the woman’s.

(Y/n) tried to convince herself this was a portrait of distant family members, but that wouldn’t explain how the man in the portrait was identical to Kuroo. Something wasn’t right.

Another scream finally tore (Y/n)’s eyes off the painting, reminding her of the task at hand and sending her into the adjoining room and back into the hall.

Her bare feet carried her through the halls, finally bringing her to the first floor of the house, near the foyer where (Y/n) had battled the werewolf pack months ago. She shivered at the cold air seeping through the damaged doors and windows, the cold almost distracting her from a faint glow seeping out from underneath a nearby closed door.

(Y/n) stepped towards the door as quietly as possible, hissing in pain as she put weight on her leg to bend over and look into the room through the door’s keyhole. It appeared to be a large sitting room, full of several couches and loveseats.

Her vision was limited, but she could make out two figures on the couch at the center of the room. Judging by the head of hair on the larger figure, it had to be Kuroo leaning in close to the smaller figure beside him. A whirlwind of emotions whipped through (Y/n)’s chest. Confusion. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Anger.

Without a second thought, (Y/n) burst into the room, the pain in her leg long forgotten as her crutch fell to the floor. Tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes as she stared at Kuroo, waiting for him and the unknown woman to turn to her in shock. She never could have predicted what happened next.

Kuroo’s head snapped in her direction. The whites of his eyes had turned pitch black, his irises the same shade of red as the blood dripping down his chin. Two pearly white, elongated fangs glistened in the light of the fire, blood coating the monstrous canines that he had just pulled from deep within the woman’s throat.

The woman instantly crumpled like paper, falling limp onto the couch as Kuroo stood, quickly approaching (Y/n) with his arms outstretched. (Y/n) watched him in shock, quickly stepping backwards before tripping over her own feet and falling to the floor.

“(Y/n). (Y/n), please. Let me explain-”

“You’re- you’re a fucking vampire…” (Y/n) interjected, voice wavering with fear as her eyes stayed glued to his fangs.

“I am. I’m a vampire. I’m sorry I had to feed, I had to take her-”

“You know who I am, you know what you are, and you didn’t tell me…” she was almost speaking to herself as she crawled backwards, out of the room and into the foyer. “Y-you… you were inside of me…”

Kuroo winced at her tone as his eyes reverted back to their original colors. He moved to kneel beside her, only to be interrupted by the sound of banging on the doors of the castle. The planks he had temporarily nailed onto the damaged doors creaked and groaned as something heavy slammed into the wood.

The doors burst open as a crowd of villagers carrying pitchforks and torches slammed a large battering ram fashioned out of a chopped down tree to enter the castle. Kuroo deadpanned at this, huffing a small ‘you’ve got to be fucking shitting me,’ under his breath.

An old man was leading the group, Kuroo quickly recognized him as the village’s religious leader, and anger flared in his chest.

“I knew I had recognized him… It appears Kuroo Tetsuro survived the last time we led a raiding party into this cursed place!” The man proclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger in Kuroo’s direction.

“Im a fucking vampire!” Kuroo barked, his patience growing dangerously thin. “You really thought burning me and burying the remains would fucking kill me?! Were your parents fucking cousins, you ignorant twat?!”

“That’s the huntress who went missing! The (L/n)!” A woman shouted from the crowd, pointing at (Y/n) who had put more distance between her and Kuroo as she crawled away on her hands and knees.

The old priest helped (Y/n) onto her feet, noting the distant look in her eyes. “The beast has had her under his control…” he murmured, shaking (Y/n) by her shoulders to bring her out of her shocked state.

“We have to leave…” she mumbled, grasping the man’s hand and attempting to lead him and the crowd out of the castle.

“We have to kill this monster!” a man beside her shouted, motioning to Kuroo who was now attempting to calm his breathing. “He stole a woman from my brothel! He’s awoken from his slumber and will continue kidnapping our women until he is satiated!”

“You’re a (L/n)! You should kill this monster and be done with it!” Another woman jeered from the crowd, numerous people in the crowd shouted in agreement.

(Y/n) turned to Kuroo, gripping the consecrated whip on her hip on instinct. “Just let us go and there won’t be any trouble!”

Kuroo’s chest ached at her threatening tone. He stepped towards her, eyes softening when he saw the pain in her eyes. He had caused her so much pain. Just as he had with his wife. Just as he had with his son.

The vampire tried so hard to fight back his tears, forgetting the angry mob only for a moment as he attempted to reach for (Y/n). “I-I can’t… I can’t let you go without-”

A sudden burn on Kuroo’s arm had him reeling back and howling in pain. The exposed flesh of his arm was now bubbling from a splash of holy water the priest had sent his way.

“I won’t let you lay another finger on her! Don’t come any closer, you beast!” The priest exclaimed, stepping in front of (Y/n) to shield her body from Kuroo.

For an old man that priest was pretty fast. But Kuroo, of course, was faster.

The vampire’s response was faster than lightning. He grabbed the old man by his tunic, plucking him from the crowd and holding him above the ground. Kuroo bared his fangs at the priest, “You shit eating pig!” he hissed.

He lunged for the priest’s throat, ready to take a chunk out of his wrinkled flesh and make an example out of him. Kuroo heard the familiar crack of a whip before he felt it’s sting against his side.

Kuroo dropped the old man as the magical force behind the whip sent him flying away from the crowd and crashing into a nearby wall. Had he not just fed off that prostitute, the whip could have quite possibly killed him. He slowly picked himself up, looking at (Y/n) in disbelief as she stood protectively in front of the fallen priest.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” she said, shrugging the werewolf pelt off her shoulders. “But you’ve left me no choice…” (Y/n) cracked the whip once more, breaking the sound barrier within inches of his face. “You don’t belong in this world, monster!”

Kuroo stood straighter as something inside him snapped. The whites of his eyes turned black and his irises went red once again. A low, feral growl vibrated deep within his chest as he spoke through his gritted teeth.

“If it’s a monster you want… then it’s a monster you will get!”

The vampire lunged at (Y/n) only to be sent flying backwards with another snap from her whip. Kuroo caught himself this time, landing on his feet hunched over and cradling the spot on his stomach the whip had made contact with. He glared up at her through his lashes, hissing at her as the crowd of people praised and cheered for her.

(Y/n) ignored their cheers as she unsheathed her sword with her free hand, the weight proving a bit difficult to handle given she was using her injured arm. She bolted towards Kuroo, ignoring the pain in her leg as she aimed the tip of her sword directly at his chest.

She stopped abruptly in front of him, the impact of her sword causing an audible clang. For a moment, she thought it was over. Slowly raising her head, (Y/n) realized rather than impaling Kuroo square in the chest, he had grabbed the very tip of it with his claws, his inhuman strength holding it steady.

“Is that why you fight?” he taunted, cocking an eyebrow at her. “The applause? The love from those humans that they will never grant you?”

Kuroo released his hold on the sword before swiftly backhanding (Y/n), the force of the hit sending her to the stone floor a few feet away. Her sword landed just a mere foot out of her reach.

The huntress recovered from the blow, pushing herself onto her elbows and attempting to grab the weapon before Kuroo used the heel of his boot to kick it away. “You think killing me will clear the (L/n) name? You’d have to kill a thousand vampires before they’d ever forgive your family.”

Kuroo nudged (Y/n) to lay on her back with the toe of his boot, glaring down at her as he slowly pressed his boot to her chest and bagan applying pressure. (Y/n) writhed and squirmed with discomfort, gripping his ankle through the thick leather and attempting to move his foot.

“I-I don’t do it for praise… And I’m not doing it for forgiveness…” She wheezed, clawing at the boot feebly. “I’m a f-fucking (L/n)... and it’s our job to protect humanity!”

Kuroo chuckled darkly, the sound of approaching footsteps not lost on him as he lessened the pressure he was putting on (Y/n)’s chest. “How noble.”

Just as the priest was within adequate distance to douse Kuroo in holy water again, the vampire lunged at him, gripping the old man by his throat. His monstrous claws dug into his flesh and his blood gushed onto Kuroo’s arm.

“Not this time, old man…” Kuroo smirked, lifting the priest’s bleeding body high into the air as the villagers cried out in despair. (Y/n) watched fearfully as Kuroo parted his lips, allowing the man’s blood to pour into his awaiting mouth.

(Y/n) pulled herself to stand, hastily picking up her sword and holding it defensively in front of her body as Kuroo continued to feed. Her eyes were wide with fear and disgust, her body paralized and unable to even attempt to attack the vampire while he was distracted.

The priest’s body fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Kuroo sighed in satisfaction, sucking the remaining blood off his fingers with gusto.

He lazily turned to look at (Y/n), rolling his shoulders back as he cracked his neck. “Run, huntress, run…”

(Y/n)’s feet carried her away from the foyer and towards the direction of her room. Her injured leg ached, her lungs burned from the cold air of the castle, and she almost tripped over her nightgown several times as she attempted to make her escape. All the while she could hear Kuroo following close behind.

She knew he could catch up to her if he really wanted to. He was toying with her. Enjoying this game of cat and mouse before he fed on her as he had the priest and the prostitute.

(Y/n) jumped over the large hole in the hall she came across earlier, knowing if she took the detour she had earlier Kuroo would just catch up to her. She shrieked in pain as she landed roughly on her injured leg, momentarily falling to her knees before continuing her mad dash towards the bedroom, hoping to fortify it against her undead assailant.

The huntress whipped the door open, moving to shut it behind her only to be halted as Kuroo shoved his arm through the doorway. (Y/n) screamed as she pushed all her weight against the door, simultaneously thrusting her sword into the air, slicing at Kuroo’s forearm with the silver blade.

He roared in pain and pulled his arm back, allowing (Y/n) to shut and lock the door. She quickly grabbed the chair placed in front of the vanity mirror, propping it under the handle before dousing the foot of the door with holy water.

(Y/n) pointed the sword at the door, shaking from fear and exhaustion as she waited for Kuroo to attempt to enter the room. The hall had grown eerily silent, the only audible sound (Y/n) could hear were her own labored breaths.

Just as (Y/n) began to wonder if he had left to attack the villagers downstairs, the bedroom window closest to her shattered and she was tackled to the floor. The force of impact sent (Y/n)’s sword flying out of her hand, clattering to an unknown area of the room as Kuroo pinned her down.

Kuroo took her by her arms and slowly stood up before throwing her carelessly onto the bed. His claws had slashed one of her arms, filling the air with the sweet tang of her blood. His red eyes burned into her as he slowly licked his claws clean, moaning at the taste of her.

(Y/n) clutched her arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding as Kuroo approached, crawling onto the bed and up her body on all fours. He roughly grabbed her wrist, pinning it beside her head as he gripped her hair roughly with his free hand and pulled her head back.

Her hand pressed weakly against Kuroo’s broad chest, attempting to push him off despite knowing she wasn’t strong enough. (Y/n)’s eyes screwed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as Kuroo grazed his fangs over her exposed neck.

“Aren’t you going to beg?” he purred, his icy lips brushing over her pulse point as he spoke.

(Y/n) whimpered at the feeling of his fangs ready to puncture her skin, the pitiful sound making him pause. “Do it…” she whispered, choking on a sob before continuing. “I can’t do it… only one of us comes out of this alive and I can’t do it…”

Kuroo’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion before he bared his fangs against her skin once more. “And why is that…?” he muttered against her skin.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop sobbing at this point, her body now limp as she gave up all hope of freeing herself from his hold. “Because despite who I am- despite what you are… I love you…”

Kuroo felt his heart clench in his chest as he abruptly pulled away from her neck to look her in the eyes. He looked deep within her to see if this was some sick trick, something to catch him off guard so she could stake him. But she looked into his eyes, no hint of malice or dishonestly in her (e/c) orbs as she sobbed harder.

“You kept what you are from me… you’ve hurt me, but I’ve fallen in love with you… and I can’t bring myself to kill the man I love- so please- just don’t let me suffer!” (Y/n) cried out before shutting her eyes and turning her head to expose her neck to him.

It was now that Kuroo felt how her body shook with fear, how her heartbeat hammered wildly against her ribcage. He could still smell her blood in the air, but felt disgust and regret swell in the pit of his stomach when he saw the crimson liquid pooling against the sheets and staining the bed. His eyes shifted back to their normal state as he gingerly cupped her bruising cheek, his heart just about breaking when (Y/n) flinched at his touch.

It was now that his instincts were no longer clouded by his bloodlust that he saw what he had done to her.

“I’m killing you…” Kuroo whispered to himself, moving his weight off her body to sit up on his knees as he surveyed the damage he had done to the bedroom. Glass was scattered about the floor, blood and torn pieces of (Y/n)’s nightgown left here and there.

“The first person to make me feel anything in decades… and I’m killing you…” he sobbed, holding his head in his bloodied hands.

(Y/n) attempted to prop herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him but gasped at the pain in her arm that had been clawed. Kuroo tore off the sleeve of his shirt without a second thought, wrapping it tightly over the wound to stop the bleeding. He gently shushed (Y/n)’s pained whimpers as he took the bottle of poppy milk from her bedside table and gave it to her to drink.

Kuroo turned to the door when he heard the angry voices of the mob approaching the bedroom. He looked back at (Y/n), cupping her cheeks gently before pressing a small kiss to her nose. “Sleep, my love…”

(Y/n) was quickly overcome with fatigue, falling back onto the bed and falling asleep almost instantaneously. She vaguely heard the crunch of broken glass under Kuroo’s boots as he walked to the window, followed by silence as she drifted into darkness.

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The steady clop of horse hooves against the dirt road is what woke (Y/n) from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes, immediately seeing the canopy of a covered wagon hanging over her head. She slowly glanced at her surroundings, finding several chests, crates, and building materials around her.

(Y/n) sat up, clutching the fur pelts to her body as her breath came out in puffs due to the winter air.

“You’re awake…”

She looked to the owner of the familiar voice, recognizing Kuroo’s cloak clad figure at the front of the wagon, clicking the rains of the two horses pulling the cart. (Y/n) carefully made her way to him, sitting beside him as she tightened the warm furs around herself.

“What happened…?” she asked, looking around at the dark forest they were currently traversing.

“I figured it was time to leave my home behind and try to move on…” Kuroo murmured, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“And where would we do that?” she tilted her head at him curiously.

“I’m going to a section of unclaimed land I found on a map...I figured it would be best if I leave you in the first village we come across.”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously before crossing her arms. “After everything we’ve been through you’re planning on dumping me in the nearest town and leaving things at that?-”

“I nearly killed you, (Y/n).” Kuroo interrupted sternly. “I love you, truly I do, but I can’t bear the thought of living with you knowing I’ve caused you so much pain… or that I might do it again.”

(Y/n) chewed on her lip and huffed, looking down at her knees as she tried fighting back her tears. The huntress would be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid of what Kuroo was capable of, but that stubborn warm feeling in the pit of her chest told her to go against her instincts and fight to stay with him.

They barely spoke a word to one another as they continued down the road for the next couple of hours. The sun eventually rose, causing (Y/n) to send Kuroo to the back of the cart as she took the reins on the horses.

(Y/n) eventually glanced back at him, studying his figure hunched over in his cloak as she spoke. “That story you told me… about your father… That was you wasn’t it?”

Kuroo solemnly nodded, eyes trained on the muddy soles of his boots as he absentmindedly fiddled with his cape. “Yes… I was turned almost 60 years ago by a vampire who seduced me… Then that priest and the villagers killed my family.”

‘No wonder he had attacked the priest so viciously…’ (Y/n) thought.

“I imagine they believed they had killed me as well… his stake was aimed a little too far to the left I suppose. I awoke in a shallow grave with my wife and child…”

(Y/n) gnawed at her lip, glancing back at the road. “I’m sorry…” she sighed, unsure of what else there was to say.

“So am I…”

By the time they reached the nearest village it was already nightfall.

(Y/n) had changed into some travel appropriate clothing, examining the fresh stitches on her arm as she cloaked herself in her werewolf pelt. She strapped her sword onto her hip, resting her whip on the other before she slung her pack of belongings over her shoulder.

Kuroo helped her out of the wagon, biting his lip as she refused to meet his gaze. Just as (Y/n) turned to walk towards the closest tavern, she felt a gentle tug on her wrist as Kuroo pulled her against his chest.

He held her in a tight embrace, minding her shoulder as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to hug him back, trying her best to hold back her sobs as she gripped his cloak.

“You don’t have to go… you don’t have to leave me…” she sniffled, knowing full well he had made up his mind.

“I do… I have to…” he sighed before slowly pulling back. Kuroo gently wiped her tears before placing a slip of parchment into her hands. “This is a map… I marked the area I will be building my new home. It’s beside a lake my family and I would travel to in the summers… If you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for my transgressions- really forgive me… I will be there waiting.”

(Y/n) unfolded the map, studying the markings and instantly recognizing the terrain. Kuroo delicately took her chin between his fingers, staring deep into her eyes as if he were trying to commit them to memory. (Y/n) leaned up on her toes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

“Until then…”

(Y/n) clutched the parchment to her chest, allowing her tears to flow freely as she watched the covered wagon grow further and further away from her, until the darkness of the night hid it from her vision.

—————————5 years later——————————–

Kuroo sat at the edge of the lake, staring at the full moon’s reflection in thought. No matter how much time had passed, his mind always wandered to (Y/n).

Was she well? How far had she travelled across the country, nothing but the clothes on her back and the sword on her hip to her name? Did she find community in the village he left her at and stay there? Had she found love again?

Maybe she grew to forget him, never forgave him and had a family of her own now, continuing the (L/n) line.

Despite the pain that such thoughts brought, he always found himself smiling at the pleasant memories they had together. Of course his guilt led him to believe the bad outweighed the good… but for what those few moments of true happiness they had together, they had loved a lifetime’s worth.

The vampire’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard a horse approaching his residence, the rider clad in expensive smelling armor that led Kuroo to believe they were a knight of some sorts, possibly sent to investigate the mysterious man that lived at the edge of the forest beside the lake.

“Whoever you are, I don’t want any trouble,” Kuroo sighed, “I would just like to be alone with my thoughts for the night.”

“That’s a shame… here I was thinking I could keep you company.”

Kuroo’s eyes went wide. He whipped around as the rider dismounted her steed, a fine werewolf’s pelt draped over her armor.

Kuroo stood up from his spot, slowly taking in (Y/n)’s appearance as she stood before him, just as beautiful as the day they parted. He slowly smiled, this time unafraid of revealing his fangs to her as tears of joy dripped down his cheeks.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she returned his smile and approached the larger man. She reached up and gently wiped his tears before taking his hands in hers.

“I told you I would come back…”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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(Treat me nice) Never let me go, 12/15 (Branjie) - Pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter 12. they say that the world was built for two ]

They end up in a big park, laying on a picnic blanket and watching the clouds go by. There aren’t many, but the few there are have fun interpretations. Vanessa is briefly convinced that one looks like a giraffe, but after much jibing from Brooke, they come to the conclusion that maybe it’s just a big tree.

Vanessa unpacks the spread they’d gotten from the hotel kitchen as Brooke fiddles with the little wireless radio she apparently just always keeps in her suitcase. This fact had caused Vanessa to laugh for a solid five minutes when Brooke had put it in the picnic basket.

[ pretty woman au ]

A/N - hope you enjoy! not long left now <3

They’re dancing - or at least trying to dance. The clock hand has just made it’s way past ten, and Vanessa’s head rests gently on Brooke’s chest as she sways them around in a rudimentary waltz. Their bodies are pressed together in a way that sparks warmth down past Vanessa’s navel and it only makes her push closer to Brooke’s tall form. The blonde has one warm hand pressed against the small of Vanessa’s back and the brunette mewls softly at the ministrations of Brooke’s fingers. She places an open mouth kiss on Brooke’s exposed clavicle and goes back to the mindless swaying.

They’d been trying to recreate a more dramatic dance, but the day they’d had, filled with nothing much, had left them exhausted to the point of just swaying together.

“We should finish this tomorrow,” Brooke whispers into the loose waves of Vanessa’s hair as if ‘this’ was anything at all. Vanessa mumbles in response, causing Brooke to scoop her into her arms and carry her across the room to the bed. She’s dressed only in one of Brooke’s large white shirts, buttoned over a pair of black panties, and it exposes the lengths of Vanessa’s legs.

“31 inches of therapy,” Brooke mumbles to herself in a half-joke as she unbuttons the shirt. She takes off her own (better fitting) shirt and shifts, so she is under the covers, Vanessa’s head on her chest.

“G'night, Ness,” she whispers, but the brunette is already softly snoring. She presses a kiss to her forehead and tries to sleep herself.

Brooke wakes naturally with the rising sun, but she still enjoys Vanessa clinging to her like an oversized koala. They didn’t shut the curtains, so the Sun illuminates the brunette in a golden light making her look almost ethereal. She stretches like a cat, eyes screwed shut as Brooke giggles to herself.

“Morning, sunshine,” she quips, and Vanessa frowns, eyes still closed.

“Shut up,” she says, voice hoarse in the morning. She snuggles back against Brooke’s side and sighs deeply. “It’s such a nice day,” she tells her and then, opening her eyes to peek up at Brooke’s face, “can you not go to work?”

Brooke lets out a throaty chuckle and sets down the email she’d been working on. “Me?” She asks jokingly. “Not work?” Then she softens. “I do own the company, and it is a nice day.” She points out, and Vanessa nods lazily against her chest.

She sighs and tries to make it sound begrudging, but even then there is a lightness to it. “I’ll email Ru.”

When it switches onto ‘What the Folk’, Vanessa erupts into another fit of laughter, head falling back onto Brooke’s lap - hair in a halo around her.

They eat strawberries with the juices running down their wrists, sticky and saccharine sweet.

The sun warms their cheeks just enough to alert the freckles on Brooke’s nose that blush a copper tone. Vanessa traces them with a warm finger, light and airy.

When the sun starts to fall from its peak in the sky, they’re laying on the plaid blanket. Vanessa is on her back, eyes closed peacefully while Brooke is propped up on her elbows, quietly reading “Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief”, putting on different voices to imitate the Minotaur. Vanessa snorts.

She sits up so quickly Brooke thinks the world might be on fire - the brunette looking around frantically until she spots what she heard.

A baby.

She stands quickly, brushing off her little summer dress and paddling her toes into the grass before running over to the pram.

Brooke just watches, eyes wide and full of mirth as Vanessa coos over the baby. She can’t see it, but she can see Vanessa’s face and it makes her cheeks hurt.

Vanessa pads back over a few minutes later, falling back onto the blanket with a harumph. She turns her head, so she can see Brooke and smiles serenely.

“God, it was so cute, Brooke,” she exhales, going back to watching the way the clouds move. “I want a baby.”

Brooke snorts, eyes widening. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that,” she quips, making a vague gesture to her lack of a penis and Vanessa giggles.

At about three, when Vanessa’s legs are a pleasant shade of pink and the back of Brooke’s neck is dripping beads of sweat, they head to a nearby coffee shop. They pick a table outside - with wire chairs that will leave indents in Vanessa’s bare thighs, but the table is shaded and not indoors and stuffy, so it’s a win. They order iced coffees and let the condensation roll down their fingers.

They feed each other macaroons and watch the people stroll down the street in their shorts and t-shirts, rolling their eyes at the occasional shirtless men.

By the time they think about dinner, Vanessa is sleepy from the sun so Brooke calls for the car and the brunette curls into her side. Brooke smiles, soft and sweet and the kind that is entirely private.

Vanessa perks up again as they near Olympic and taps at Brooke’s arm to get her attention.

“What’s with you? You’re fidgeting. What’s wrong?” She asks, eyebrows scrunched as she looks quizzically at Vanessa.

“Um,” She shifts uncomfortably, “there’s a club up here that I’d like to stop at for a second to see my roommate if that’s okay?” Brooke hasn’t seen her this uncomfortable in days.

“Absolutely,” she replies, smiling, trying to reassure.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Darryl, can you just pull up into the back alleyway please?” The driver, Darryl, looks bemused in the mirror.

“Trixie’s?” He asks, tone vaguely joking.

“Trixie’s,” Brooke affirms.

“Very colourful life you lead,” he quips.

Vanessa leans into Brooke, pushing a chaste kiss onto her cheek. “I just wanna run in for a minute and see if she’s there, so you just stay here,” she tells her before she jumps out of the cab and runs into the club.

“I’m hoping they don’t spot this limousine as it is,” Brooke mutters, and Darryl sticks his head around the chair and smiles at her.

“I’ll block it with my body,” he sighs and she believes him.

Katya spots her the second she steps through the door and it doesn’t surprise Vanessa - she’s pretty sure she looks out of place in her dainty summer dress and kitten heels. Katya is dressed in fishnets, shorts, and a red lace bralette.

“Ness! You’re looking good! You win the lottery?” Katya jokes, swinging an arm around Vanessa’s neck and pressing her red lips against her cheek. “Me and Trix have missed you round here!”

Vanessa smiles at her and it’s genuine. She hates that she feels out of place in the place that used to be her home. “Hey, Kat, have you seen Silk?” She asks, voice soft.

“No, not since Tuesday,” Katya replies with her eyebrows quirked.

They wander over to the bar which has Trixie leaning against it - tea towel thrown over her pink crop top. “Heya, hunnie,” she says with her eyes crinkled and warm. Her southern twang always makes Vanessa feel warm.

“You seen Silk?” Vanessa asks earnestly.

“I think she went to Santa Barbara,” Trixie tells her with her teeth pressed into her bottom lip.

Vanessa grins at the information. “Brilliant!” She announces enthusiastically, waving a hand when Trixie tries to offer her a tequila shot. “Here’s my number where I’m gonna be for the rest of the week. Have her call me, okay?”

“Okay, hunnie,” Trixie tells her with a motherly pat on the shoulder, and Vanessa beams at her because there aren’t enough words to say what Trixie and Katya have done for her.

She steps out of the club feeling fulfilled, but immediately reaches a scene of Brooke and Darryl standing outside the Limo with a kid in a bandanna.

“What’s going on out here?” She asks, a lot more jovial than the situation asks for.

Brooke scowls at her amusement. “I don’t know. You left and all of a sudden I’m in the middle of ‘West Side Story’,” she quips, and it makes Vanessa chuckle.

The kid in the bandanna turns and Vanessa sees it’s one of the ones who run up and down the street stealing the girls’ money. He looks at the envelope she’d been meaning to give to Silky and smirks. “I think you owe me some money, baby,” he tells her and she goes against Brooke’s violent head shaking by just raising her eyebrow.

She holds up the envelope. “Two hundred dollars,” she tells him, and he eyes it carefully. She knows she’s scrappy, but she also lost her acrylic nails, so she’s a little less confident in her ability to take this dude if he fucks with her.

“Don’t you got school tomorrow?” She asks mockingly and he makes a noise close to a hiss.

“Let’s just leave,” Brooke tries to say calmly, but she’s clearly never been mugged by a teen with a knife before because her voice shakes.

“You ain’t goin’ no place,” the kid tells them.

“Hey-”

“You’re outta your neighbourhood. This ain’t no Beverly Hills!” Vanessa almost laughs, but she catches herself. This is more real than she thought.

“He has a knife,” Brooke mutters to Darryl and he places his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket.

“All right, okay,” Darryl steps up and his size appears to intimidate the kid slightly. “This is what’s going to happen. You believe she owes you money?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause this is my block.”

“His block?” Brooke asks, and she still can’t keep her voice smooth. Vanessa looks at her like you look at a sad puppy.

“He’s a drug dealer and a mugger. It has to do with Silky,” Vanessa clears up.

The kid doesn’t seem happy with the conversation going on in the middle of his mugging, so he raises his knife again prompting Darryl to pull the small handgun from his left pocket.

The kid runs and Brooke collapses against the car.

“Damn, Darryl,” Vanessa quips, eyes shocked, but still entertained. She rubs a soothing hand on Brooke’s back as the woman catches her breath. For someone who has been around criminals before she’s panicking like someone who’s never been at odds with a knife. Vanessa supposes she might not have been.

“I have a license, don’t worry,” Darryl tells her, putting the safety back on the gun and placing it securely back in his pocket.

Once they’re comfortably back in the car, Vanessa lets her head fall on Brooke’s shoulder again.

“Does Darryl always carry a gun?” She asks, and Brooke intertwines their fingers.

“When he drives me, yes, always.”

Vanessa steps into the bedroom as Brooke naps. They both ate their dinner in robes and then Vanessa watched “Beauty and the Beast” while Brooke disappeared to the bedroom and never returned.

“She sleeps,” she quips as Brooke shifts, eyes fluttering open and a lazy smile trailing across her face.

“Well we all have our issues,” Brooke rebukes, and Vanessa moves across the room to sit with her on the bed. With Vanessa sat up, Brooke places her head on her lap and lets Vanessa card her fingers through her hair.

Brooke mocks snoring and it makes Vanessa chuckle, slowing her hand movements.

They end up looking into each other’s eyes for a little too long, and maybe it’s because they were frightened with the mugging or maybe the day just made them vulnerable, but they find themselves leaning in before they can stop themselves.

Their lips meet soft and slow - open-mouthed. It sets butterflies loose in Vanessa’s belly, warming her from the inside as she deepens it.

Brooke finally lets her go, pecking her on the nose with a shallow exhale. Her heart is pounding and it rattles in her ribcage.

Later, when she thinks Vanessa is asleep, she whispers ‘I love you’.

If Vanessa hears, she doesn’t make a sound.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #fluff #kid attempts mugging #there is a gun and it is not shot #the driver is a legend #soft summer vibes #we're here to break your heart #lesbian au #pretty woman #treat me nice #pinkgrapefruit #concrit welcome

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regalityandcoffee · 2 years

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The Strawberry Game, aka Regal Smut 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Warnings: overstim, praise kink

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Not until every last strawberry was gone. That's how long William said he'd keep fucking you, teasing you (or at least until you tapped out).

Until every last strawberry in the bowl on his dresser was gone. It sat in a bigger bowl, atop some ice, and next to it was a glass cup he'd dispose the leaves of the berries in as he fed one to you after every orgasm. Three were gone already (two courtesy of him putting your legs over his shoulders as he ate you out), and he wouldn't tell you how many was actually left in the bowl.

But you can tell it was a lot. Six or seven, at least.

Currently he was busy taking you from behind atop his sheets , the sound of skin against in the room as he thrust slow and deep in you, as you bit down on one of his pillows and gripped the covers as the bed creaked.

You turned your head, gasping, whining, clenching around him. He was still going right after you had come, the taste of the last strawberry he had you reach for was still on your tongue. You had no idea how much more you could take, you felt close to blacking out.

"Use your words, my dear," he grunts behind you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. "Come on, you can do it."

"It's so much-" You turned back and moved into the pillow, the friction rubbing against your still swollen clit and him moving in you was euphoric yet almost unbearable.

"I know, darling. You feel so good, so, so good..."

"Please, Sir-" You begged (for what, you weren't sure at this point) as you tried to fight off your climax.

"Such a good girl, such a sweet thing, lasting so long for me..."

As if your body wanted to prove a point, you came around his thick cock for the second time, you saw stars once again. And yet still, he didn't stop.

"So proud of you, I'm almost there too, just hold on for me longer, sweet- fuck, oh goodness."

You bit into his pillow again as he rocked into you through the shockwaves coursing through your body. Finally, a hand let go of your hip to entwine with yours, squeezing tight as he went stiff against you. "Y/N, I'm coming, mmmph, fuck, oh fuck..."

After what felt like forever, he pulled out you. You slumped down as you heard him pull off the condom and dispose of it in the bin next to the bed.

"Come here, baby, come here." He flopped down next to you against the pillows, pulling you onto his chest. He reached for the bowl, taking out a berry. "One for you, one for me, dear. Open up, please."

You did as told, letting him feed you the strawberry, juice dripping down your chin as he disposed of the leaves and took one for himself.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled against his chest as he ate his.

He swallowed, wiping away the juice at your chin with his thumb. "Whatever for, sweetheart?"

"I wanted to last longer...but it felt too good and I-"

"Don't you ever apologize for that. You've been so good all night, my love. Are you tired? We can play this again another night, you know that."

You nodded.

"Alright. Let's get cleaned up then." As routine, you rolled off of him, letting him get up first and pick you up, carrying you in his strong arms, smiling wearily at him. "Then maybe a bit of TV and off to bed, sounds good, dear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Perfect." He smiled, kissing your forehead as he carried you off to the bathroom.

-fin-

#HAPPY 20TH REGAL FIC EAT UP #william regal #william regal imagine #william regal smut #william regal x reader

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mythiica · 5 years

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IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW}

Title: IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW}

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: All warlords

Genre: kink

Warnings: im trying to out kink myself from the previous one

Kinks (for all scenarios): food (duh), oral, fingering, dirty talk, voice kink, name calling, internal cumshot,,, idk tbh there is a lot

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: entire thing is 4414 words (each is in the range of 350-400 words) - please note that some are spicier than others, i wrote what came to mind but all have some level of smuttiness to them

Other comments: im so tired this took 3 days ; gay things will be posted tomorrow/day after

Tagging: @mexicancarolina, @mmscum, and @caitea-ward for their help looking over snippets and giving me feedback <3

@cailannuesugi, @unstoppablelinda, @ikesenrambles, @breadcheese444, come get your husbandos <3

Nobunaga Oda - Sweet as Sugar

He sprinkles the white grains across your body, but they slip down the curve of your body and rest in the small of your back. You try to turn over, but Nobunaga presses his palm to your shoulder blade, keeping you down. “I haven’t even begun. Don’t think you can leave just yet.”

Nobunaga pulls your legs shut and leans down, over your bare backside. He is so close that you can feel his breath pushing the sugar in different directions. However, you do not expect him to press his tongue to your skin. The wet sensation makes you shiver, but the warlord does not stop there. You know he has plans to conquer every part of your body – Nobunaga is not one to leave a place untouched.

He drags his tongue upwards, following your spine until he reaches your shoulders. “So sweet, I think my tongue might go numb…” he whispers suddenly in your ear. His voice caresses your ear with equal amounts of sweetness and seductiveness. You shudder again as you wait for Nobunaga to flip you over and take you.

Instead, he reaches behind him to scoop a handful of sugar out of the pouch once more. Turning his palm upside down over your back, the granules rain down onto your sticky skin. His large hands clamp down on your hips, and he repositions your ass so that it hangs in the air. Even though most of the sugar adheres to the trail of saliva Nobunaga had left, some of it falls over your ass.

Nobunaga takes the opportunity to turn his attention to your cunt – sugar glints in the dim torchlight, and he does not hesitate to lap it up. You release a deep moan, having kept silent for so long the sound tumbles from your lips without you even realizing it.

Happy with the lewd moan, Nobunaga flicks his tongue deeper into your folds and only pulls back once he catches the stray grain of sugar that slipped into you. “Delicious,” he murmurs as he drags his fingers across your slit. “I don’t think I even need konpeito if I have you and some sugar.”

Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Accidental Slip

The cup slips from your hands, causing you to spill the tea all over the front of your kimono. The blossom pink turns to a deeper shade with every passing moment as the liquid absorbs into the fabric. HIdeyoshi sets his own cup down in a rush and reaches for a cloth to help dry the stain. Words fly out of his mouth, about how you have to be more careful, but not to worry because accidents happen.

What he doesn’t know, is that it was no accident. You let it fall from your grip on purpose, and now, Hideyoshi’s hand are cupped over your chest in an attempt to help you. Upon realizing the position of his hands, Hideyoshi sits back to compose himself.

You have other plans. Your kimono slips further down your shoulders with every inch you crawl forward. The tea has soaked through the silk and has wet your skin, making it glisten slightly in the warm torchlight.

Hideyoshi inhales sharply when you settle on his lap. “What if I told you that I meant to do that?” you purr, locking your arms around his neck.

The warlord rests his hands on your hips as he raises an eyebrow, slightly confused by your words.

Not giving him a chance to reply, you press your lips to his all while grinding against him. After the kiss ends, you lean back, and a string of saliva hangs between you. With your hand running through his hair, you pull his head down so that his lips collide with your damp skin. Without needing more instructions, Hideyoshi begins to suck on your skin, the taste of matcha filling his mouth.

Intoxicated by the flavour, he explores your exposed collarbone before working up to your jaw. Seemingly consumed by a hunger, Hideyoshi nips your skin, causing you to cry out. His voice is low and warm as it beats against your throat. “I promise, that was an accident,” he hums as he reaches his arm over your legs to pull them open. You relax your muscles and allow him to push your kimono upwards, exposing more and more of your beautiful legs.

Hideyoshi’s breath hitches when you give him that look, and the both of you know that the night is going to be a long one.

Masamune Date - Strawberries and Cream

You squirm helplessly when he presses the strawberry between your dripping folds. How many more did he have in the bowl of his? You lost count after the seventh one. Despite being completely numb between your legs, you still twitch at his touch. As his slender fingers glide up your smooth skin, anticipation builds up like a knot in the pit of your abdomen. His teeth graze against the dark purple of love bites he had left there a few hours ago, making your breath hitch in the back of your sore throat.

“Masamune,” you mewl, throwing your head back to the damp pillow of the futon. You weren’t sure if it was wet from your drool or your release - the night up to now was a complete blur and you would not be surprised if it was a combination of both.

“Hold still, kitten. Last one, I promise.” His voice is hoarse from moaning, and it surprises you that he is still pushing the limits of your body. He cups his hand over your thigh to hold you down before he drags his tongue down your trembling cunt. As he reaches the fruit, he pushes it against your clit, earning a drawn out moan. Masamune smirks at this and repositions his neck. This allows him to insert his tongue into you while nuzzling his nose against the strawberry.

With every buck of your hips, you would inherently help Masamune in grinding the berry against your pulsating clit. The sensation is too much for your tired body, so you unravel without question. Your essence dribbles down your legs as you convulse, overwhelmed with pleasure.

Masamune beams and laps at you as you cum before he takes the strawberry between his teeth. Crawling over you, he presses his forehead against you and kisses you deeply, successfully feeding you the strawberry. “This is the best dessert I could ever ask for...”

This comment makes you flush as red as the strawberries are, and Masamune rakes his fingers through your hair. He trails kisses down your neck with numb lips before stopping at your collarbone to leave a good-sized hickey to mark his conquest. His teeth nip your skin ever so gently, but it is enough to make you moan again.

“Don’t tempt me, kitten. There are still strawberries to be eaten–”

Mitsuhide Akechi - Summer Nights and Juicy Peaches

You never would have imagined that a night of hard drinking could lead to bathing in the moon’s silver glow next to Mitsuhide’s naked form. Then again, you also did not expect that it would have lead to having outdoor sex, but having been washed with pleasure over and over again, you lost all of your complaints on Mitsuhide’s tongue.

It is too warm to remain in the futon – and not to mention that the fabrics are rather wet from the events that transpired earlier. So Mitsuhide suggested that the two of you enjoy the stars for a bit. He leans back and picks a peach from the bucket next to the door. After rubbing it against his pec for a moment, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of the fruit. The juices squelch rather lewdly as he sucks on the peach, so you stare at Mitsuhide intently.

He only smirks at you and takes another bite. Typical. You pull his wrinkled haori over your shoulders a bit and laugh at the mess he is making. Looking down, Mitsuhide realizes that the juices have dribbled down his chin and dropped onto his chest. “It isn’t as sweet as you were, little mouse,” he purrs, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You open your mouth to protest, but Mitsuhide snaps into his action. His hand flies in the darkness and catches your jaw. Immobilized by his touch, the warlord inserts two sticky fingers into your mouth all the while pushing the haori off of your skin. Now completely exposed and under his mercy, he squeezes the remaining crescent of peach over your breasts.

It feels cool in contrast to the summer heat that hangs in the air. You squirm around, but Mitsuhide lowers his head to yours. “Hold still, or you’ll make more of a mess.” After throwing the peach over his shoulder, he cranes his neck so that he can drag his tongue over your nipples. They grow harder with every flick of his tongue, and you throw your head back to moan.

Mitsuhide pulls back, sly smirk plastered on his face. Breathless, you look down at your chest. Beads of saliva and peach juice hang off of your nipples and glint in the moonlight. “Looks like we won’t be getting much sleep tonight, little mouse.”

Mitsunari Ishida - Melting Mochis

You thought that it would take more to convince Mitsunari to join you in bed, but, surprisingly enough, he jumps at the opportunity. Really, you should be prompting to eat his dinner, but Mitsunari seems to be more eager than usual. He had only really eaten a few bites, and then enjoyed half of the frozen mochis for dessert.

Once sprawled on the matted ground, he paws at your kimono, insisting that you take it off because the summer heat is too much to bear. “My lady, please let me hear your voice,�� he murmurs, his voice only slightly above a whisper. You cup his face and kiss him deeply, and you realize that the mochis have been made with alcohol. No wonder he is acting like this.

Mitsunari’s fingers tug at the tie holding your clothes together, and once it comes undone, Mitsunari begins to suck on your collarbone. His usually warm breath is now cold from the mochis, and it makes you shiver.

“Mitsunari,” you moan, dragging your fingers through his soft hair. He looks up to meet your half lidded gaze before reaching backwards to pick a half melted mochi from the bowl. The heat was not kind to anything – but he does not seem to care that it drips into the palm of his hand.

With the mochi shrinking between his fingers, Mitsunari does the unthinkable: he rubs it against your breasts. It only melts faster, and soon there is nothing left in his hands. Your breath shakes with your legs when he drags his tongue over your silky skin, lapping at the melted mochi carefully. He makes sure to clean you completely before the warlord delivers you a powerful kiss.

His tongue presses into your mouth with a ferocity you have not experienced before. Mitsunari even bites your bottom lip when he leans back, making you squeak. So these are the effects of sake on someone who cannot hold their liquor well… nonetheless, it only made him more bold. This, you appreciate actually, so you surrender to his intoxicating taste.

“Princess, you taste so good.”

“Are you sure that is not the sake talking?”

Mitsunari takes your fingers and kisses each digit individually, making you giggle. “Not in the slightest. I haven’t had anything to drink. Only the moch–… oh.”

Despite the realization, Mitsunari captures your lips once more, promising you that he will worship your body and the mochi tonight.

Ieyasu Tokugawa - Jam Paintings

You have always admired his fingers from afar - whenever he tests various remedies, Ieyasu will work his nimble digits into the bowls as he mixed the ingredients intently. Today, however, you have the opportunity to see him work up close, and on you.

Ieyasu holds a paintbrush between his teeth, spicy jam dripping from the bristles onto your skin. He scowls, now that the drops have ruined the scene he is painting on your back. It tingles slightly, and you can only assume that it is from the peppers that make the jam. As he drags the brush across your skin, spreading the jam all over, you shiver and twist your legs together.

“Who said you could do that..” he growls, his free hand squeezing past your thighs. Ieyasu pulls them apart and keeps his hand on your pussy so that you don’t try to hide from him. The warlord drags the brush down the bend in your back, and it glides over your ass until it reaches your slit. He does not let the jam touch your rosy folds and instead leans down to lap at the jam.

You reposition your hips upward, giving Ieyasu better access to your clit. His breath his hot, and you can feel the spice lingering on his lips. Ieyasu buries his nose into you, taking little time for formalities. His tongue dips into your core, flicking around and satisfying your crave to be touched.

Ieyasu digs his fingertips into the supple flesh of your hips as he devours you from behind. Your essence mixes with his saliva and the jam that is still on his lips, and the heat of the peppers makes your clit go slightly numb.

Moans drip from your lips as you arch your back and sink into the futon. Now, with your face buried in the pillow, Ieyasu cannot hear the lewd sounds that come from your throat. He reels back and slaps your pussy.

A burning sensation shoots through your nerves, making you jump up and yelp. Looking over your shoulder, you whine at Ieyasu. The jam has melted and trickles down your side, staining the futon with orange-gold.

“Ieyasu,” you lisp. Your eyes droop as your body racks with pleasure – his fingers dance across your slit in response to hearing his name.

“You’ve made a mess. I’ll have to teach you a lesson now.”

Kenshin Uesugi - Plum Mitsumame

When the night started, Kenshin insisted that mitsumame was for children, but now, he is completely obsessed with picking pieces of the purple jelly off of your stomach. When his tongue flicks out and grazes your bare skin, you shiver, battling against the silk slips that bind your wrists together.

Kenshin clicks his tongue and gazes at you with his sharp eyes. He needs no words to communicate his thoughts: don’t move.

You stop immediately, and while keeping his eyes locked with yours, Kenshin picks up the cube of plum flavored jelly from the soft spot between your breasts. You exhale shakily, causing one of the mitsumames to fall onto the wrinkled covers of the futon.

“That’s it–”

Before you have a chance to ask what’s it, his hands land on your thighs, and he is pulling your legs apart. Now with your folds exposed, you feel bashful suddenly, but his grip is too tight to let you escape. Kenshin grinds himself against you at a painfully slow rate. His breath hitches when you involuntarily press your hips upwards to meet his strides.

“And I thought the ties would be enough to make you behave,” he continues as he reaches up your abdomen.

Trembling with anticipation, you wait for him to touch you, but instead, Kenshin pushes the jelly against your pert nipples, making the seamless edge shatter. It crumbles and delivers a wet sensation to your numb buds.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, causing saliva to trickle down your chin. The tie in your mouth keeps you from begging him to touch you, but you are sure that Kenshin can see the lust glinting in your eyes. He finally grants you pleasure by rubbing his fingers against your folds. Kenshin purposefully brushes his thumb over your clit, but is then quick to remove it.

When you whine, Kenshin’s gaze softens and he pulls the fabric from your mouth. “Are you going to behave?”

You nod your head and he kisses you deeply, his lips tasting of plum mitsumame. After moaning into the kiss, Kenshin moves down your neck, leaving lovebites in his wake. You would not be surprised if, by the end of the night, both of you had plum-colored bruises dancing up your skin – and they would not be innocent markings.

Shingen Takeda - Manju at Midnight

He appears promptly at midnight, like he has been for the past week. There is a small pouch in his hand, and he tosses it up into the air before catching it. Upon seeing you peeking out from behind the screen, Shingen smiles brightly, his face illuminated by the moon.

“Princess, won’t you dine with me tonight?” He always asks the same thing, and you never refuse. Shingen lazily takes a seat on the edge of the porch of your room that overlooks the garden. His haori is loose, so when he leans back, the sleeve slips down his shoulder. You can clearly map out the curve of his muscles as he pulls out a manju from the pouch.

He must have caught you staring, because he stops just as the cake touches his rosy lips. “Enjoying the show, my angel?”

This makes you flush, but he bats his eyelashes at you, coaxing you to come sit next to him. Once you do, Shingen tucks his arm around your waist and pulls you close. His clothing falls further, exposing more of his torso.

You are not complaining.

Shingen holds the manju between his teeth and offers it to you, You expect him to feed it to you, but instead he bites into it and then kisses you deeply. The pieces of cake crumble against your tongues as he slips his inside of your mouth. Amidst the heat of your mouth, the bean paste melts, and saliva drips from your lips.

Your hand cups under your mouth and you lean back quickly. Shingen’s hair is tousled slightly, but when he runs his fingers through his locks and smirks at you, a knot tightens in your abdomen. You are quick to sling your leg over his lap and nestle against his obvious erection.

This was not part of the routine, but then again, you assume this was his plan. It was no coincidence that his haori happened to be tied so carelessly. He was teasing you on purpose. Shingen’s hands land on your hips and he pushes you downwards so that you grind against him slowly.

His breath smells like manju, and you notice that some saliva has landed on his collarbone. You lean down to kiss the spot, but Shingen catches your jaw and forces you to look up. He has another manju between his teeth, and the expression on his face is challenging you to take it from him.

Yukimura Sanada - Feast at Dawn

When Yukimura wakes, he is surprised to see you arranging a platter with different breakfast foods – rice, soup, fried tofu, beans – there was probably more, but Yukimura sleepily turns his attention to you. “What are you doing?”

You pad over to him and press a good morning kiss to his forehead. “Bringing you breakfast, of course. It is rather later, Yuki.”

He cannot help but smirk as he extends a hand, offering you a seat next to him. Once you sit down, Yukimura reaches for a cube of tofu. A dangerous idea flashes into his mind, so he kisses one side and then pushes it against your lips. Thinking that he is simply feeding you, you open your mouth and accept his gift. Only… his fingers linger in your mouth.

The young warlord scissors his digits apart in your mouth, his sly smirk growing with every moment that passes. “Doesn’t this remind you of last night? You are so cute when you make that face.” Yukimura removes his fingers and grips your jaw, staring into your eyes intently. “Let me feed you,” he insists.

You tremble slightly, but nod your head. Yukimura picks up another cube of tofu and repeats the process: he kisses it and then holds it at your lips. This time, however, he catches your tongue with two digits. He is being much more bold than last night. You squirm around to fight his grip, and Yukimura laughs playfully before letting go.

As you pout, Yukimura reaches for your thighs and pulls you onto his lap. “Don’t do that,” he pleads gently. Next, he takes a ball of rice, kisses it, but this time, he leaves it in the crevice of your collarbone.

Before you have a chance to turn down and look at it, Yukimura clasps his lips over the spot and eats it. His tongue grazes your skin for a split second, causing you to cry out. Your hand flies to cover your mouth in embarrassment.

But Yukimura smirks once more and returns to the spot. He kisses it over and over in such a short period of time that you momentarily go numb there. When he finally leans back, there is a well sized hickey left there.

“Yukim-” but he cuts you off with a swift kiss, and you understand that your day has only just begun.

Sasuke Sarutobi - Cherry Red

Sasuke insists on eating a cherry and then lapping at your clit. With the fruit between his teeth, he nestles himself between your legs. Every time he strokes your wet folds, you twist your body in every which direction. His teeth sink into the cherry, making it burst against you. Dark juice trickles down your thighs, but Sasuke is quick to catch them with his tongue.

“This gives popping your cherry a whole new definition, doesn’t it?” His eyes meet yours, but you look away quickly to save yourself from blushing deeply. You would laugh, but he swiftly inserts two fingers into you, making you bite your tongue and quiver with pleasure.

He curls his digits upwards before thrusting them deep into you. Every time they hit against your most intimate spot, you groan painfully. Sasuke leans down to brush your hair from your face. He kisses you deeply to silence the incoherent babbles that leave your lips. It is not a surprise that he tastes like cherries – but there is a hint of something else – something you can only assume to be your essence.

A pressure threatens to explode inside of your abdomen, so you buck your hips upwards without thinking about it. Drowning in the sensation, you grind painfully against Sasuke’s tongue and fingers, searching desperately for the friction that will push you over into the sea of euphoria.

“Sasuke, p-please, I’m going to cum,” you whine between short breaths.

He smirks happily and kisses the inside of your thigh. With his free hand, he reaches for another cherry and places it between his teeth to repeat the process. This time, however, when he bites into the fruit, you thrust upwards before falling against the futon, a moaning mess. He removes his fingers quickly, allowing you to release onto the futon and his tongue.

Your leg continues to twitch after your orgasm, but Sasuke kisses the spasms away before scooting up next to you. He nuzzles you and kisses your temple, coaxing you to open your eyes. When you do, Sasuke catches you off guard by pushing the cherry into your mouth. It is slick with your cum, but you could not care in the slightest. Instead, you tuck your arm around Sasuke’s neck and pull him down to deepen the kiss.

Kennyo - Honey Stained Kisses

Even if you wanted to, you could not pull away from his kisses. Liquid gold drips from his lips, and the sickly sweet taste of honey sends you spiraling into an ocean of bliss. Nothing could be more delicious than the heat that radiates from him as his tongue delves into your mouth, searching for more sweetness. Droplets land on your bare breasts, but you pay them no attention as his hips dig into yours.

“Kennyo,” you mewl softly against his skin. The honey makes you stick to his chest, and when more lands on your nipples, you throw your head back.

You do not remember how you have come to be in this position, or how the honey came to join you in your intimate moment, but you know how that you would not change your place for anything in the world.

He grunts in response, his hair curling over his eyes to obscure his face from your view. Unhappy with this complication, you rake your fingers through Kennyo’s bangs, pushing his dark locks back before you press your forehead to his. His eyes are clouded with lust and passion, and it makes you squirm with excitement upon seeing them.

“I want to watch you, Kennyo.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, so hoarse from screaming. You don’t know how much longer you can last at this rate. Every time his pelvis collides with yours, sparks go flying and your vision goes white for a moment before you come to. Every moment his fingers brush over your body, you worry that you will become completely undone in his hands. Every instance his lips lock with yours, you are submerged into his love – a vast sea so deep that you cannot escape it.

Another grunt comes from the back of his throat, and the vibrations rumble against your nipples, giving you the delicious friction you so desperately desire. Kennyo drops his head so that he can drag his tongue against your collarbone. He collects stray honey and savors the taste before kissing you again. Pinned in place by his hypnotic gaze and his strong arms, you have the pleasure of watching his face contort as he reaches his limit.

“Say my name again,” he requests, his voice terribly on edge.

“Kennyo. Kennyo. K-Kennyo–,” but you voice is lost in the night, stolen by the orgasm that washes over your tired body. It is not long before you feel his warmth spread inside of you, and his grasp loosens.

He settles next to you, still panting and basking in pleasure, when you sit up to kiss his cheek. Kennyo turns his head at the last moment, capturing your honey stained lips in a heated kiss.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen kenshin #ikesen shingen #ikesen yukimura #ikesen masamune #ikesen sasuke #ikesen kennyo #ikesen x reader #otome #cybird #this took so much energy #also fuck the fact that yasu cant draw #this is jam not monet

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Strawberries and Cream (LietPol)

FANDOM: Hetalia

PAIRING: Lithuania/Poland

RATED: General Audiences/Teen (for some mild innuendo?)

WORD COUNT: 3,462

SUMMARY: Drabble. Lithuania and Poland, as domestic partners, wake up one morning and make strawberry waffles for breakfast.

The house groaned and creaked to life. From inside the walls tiny things scratched at the paneling and pipes flushed loudly with the sound of water. He extended his arms and legs as far as they could go, squeezing his eyes shut tight before he rolled over into something warm and soft. As he nestled into it, he was met with soft, familiar laughter and fingernails raking gently through his dark brown hair. Lithuania grinned and leaned his head into it, humming himself awake as warm air blew against his ear.

“Liiiiiet,” Poland chided in the hush of a whisper, “wake up already, I’m starving!”

Written for @lietpolweek, Day 1: Domestic

(Also available to read on AO3!)

Saturday mornings, for anyone sane, were reserved for sleeping in and stretching out in the expanse of a large, comfortable bed. Mornings like these were more for those who appreciated the glorious sights of nature: the hush of the wind against the grass, the rolling hills of gold outside the window in the summer, the thick scent of flowers in the spring.

Although he was one of those early risers, the whole idea of sleeping in was much too vital for Lithuania to pass up, especially after the most recent all-nighter he’d pulled. Waking up late, well rested, and completely relaxed was something completely foreign to him—something strange and pleasant, especially in the early hours when he woke up and realized he could easily sleep until noon.

“Liiiiiet,” Poland chided in the hush of a whisper, “wake up already, I’m starving!”

The low guttal growling of an empty stomach sounded on cue.

Lithuania opened his eyes, propped himself up in bed, and smoothed out his hair. He looked up at his partner with an apologetic grin. “Sorry,” he laughed, “I must’ve needed that sleep…”

“I’ll say.” Poland crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. “You’ve been staying up for forever doing stupid paperwork for your boss. It’s really cutting into your feed-your-husband time, and it’s not cool.”

Lithuania beamed and reached up a hand to ruffle Poland’s shiny blonde hair, and laughed when he made a fuss and smacked his hand away.

“All right,” he decided with a waking strain in his voice, “then let’s go make something to eat.”

Poland gave him a strong look and smirked. “Soooo… you gonna use those strawberries we got to make strawberry waffles like you promised yesterday?” He shifted up to stand on his knees, rustling the pastel floral-printed sheets aside with his legs, half-lidded eyes glowing.

Rolling his eyes, Lithuania replied, “Would I make anything else?”

Poland’s grin grew wide and he grabbed hold of Lithuania’s wrists. “Then come onnn! My stomach’s growling!” he growled playfully as he tugged and pulled him up out of bed.

His partner’s overenthusiastic ways of getting him to move caused Lithuania to trip and topple over on top of him. He dragged down the bed sheets he was tangled up in and a peculiar pair of pink woolen socks in his hand: soft, knit with a white pattern lining the top and two soft puffs of white hanging down by thick braided threads at the sides. He was quick to identify the socks; after all they were a gift he’d given many years ago. He was half-surprised that Poland still wore them and not-so-surprised to find that they always wound up buried somewhere in his bed.

He slowly lifted himself off of Poland, unable to register the decidedly wicked gleam in his eyes until Lithuania looked down and realized just how compromising his landing had been. He quickly flushed, apologized profusely (to which a quip was made about how funny his face looked,) and dropped the socks on Poland’s nose.

“Hey!” Poland exclaimed as he and Lithuania untangled themselves from each other, “I’ve been looking everywhere for those! I swear, last week I was like, ‘where the hell are my socks?’ I thought the dryer ate them!”

As Lithuania offered him a hand to help him off the floor, Poland continued his rant: “America told me - that England told him once - that there’s a troll that steals the socks from your laundry for a snack… ugh, imagine if a grody old laundry monster like that ate these cute socks! How awful would that be! Right, Liet?”

Lithuania simply nodded in agreement, whether to the idea of a laundry troll being ‘grody’ or to confirm the cuteness of the socks remained vague.

Poland struggled with getting the socks on his feet as he talked and attempted to drag Lithuania down the stairs into the kitchen. This resulted in many pauses between steps, words, and ungraceful hops. He would have tripped down the stairs if their arms weren’t so steadily linked.

When they walked in Lithuania noticed how the warming heart-shaped waffle iron, a bowl of batter, a pastry bag filled with whipped cream, two large empty plates, and a bowl overflowing with plump red strawberries were ready and waiting on the countertop. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing things correctly.

“Poland?” he interjected.

Poland spun around on the balls of his heels and pouted upon being interrupted midway through a riveting fantasy about riding on a pony made entirely of laundry. “What?” he grumbled, but softened considerably when he’d realized how his voice came out. Poland looked away and murmured something like an apology before trying again, “I mean, what’s up?”

Finding his smile Lithuania gestured toward the arrangement on the countertop. “Thank you… I’m sorry I made you wait so long… I would’ve taken care of it if you woke me up earlier.”

Poland glanced between the preparations he’d made and the kind look on his partner’s face. He began to laugh in a loud voice, “Oh! That! Haha! I mean, you’re welcome and all that, Liet, but really it was no big deal and you really looked—”

The fluidity of the arms wrapping across his chest, the gentle tug backward that his feet obeyed without a second thought, and the tenderness in the light embrace was enough to get Poland to stop talking except to lamely finish his sentence, “—like you needed to sleep…”

Lithuania nuzzled his chin on Poland’s shoulder, grinning into his cheek. “I really appreciate it,” he said warmly. Poland laughed quietly and lowered his gaze, as if some combination of the two would keep the telltale warmth from creeping up his face.

At last, Lithuania unwrapped his arms and chuckled, “You want to help?”

Poland somehow brought himself down off his cloud, shrugged off his embarrassment, and replied with a nonchalant, “Yeah, sure.” He leaned against the counter, watching his partner tie on an old kitchen apron and roll up his sleeves.

A devious scheme began to hatch in his brain.

While Lithuania was busying himself cleaning his hands and cleaning a fruit knife, Poland stole a strawberry from the bowl and inconspicuously took a large bite. Each time Lithuania’s eyes flickered dangerously in his direction— each time he reached into the bowl to cut the strawberries— Poland made sure not to get caught stealing the red fruit, and the moment Lithuania turned back to his task, one more strawberry disappeared.

It wasn’t until he’d gotten through slicing all but one strawberry that Lithuania looked over at Poland, who was smiling innocently with puffed cheeks. A pink trail of juice dripped down his chin.

“Poland,” he sighed, placing the knife beside the strawberry dish as he ladled one spoonful of the goopy batter into the waffle iron. It gave off a deep fizzing noise as he closed the lid. In a rushed flourish, Lithuania took up a napkin and rubbed motherly at his partner’s face as he chewed and swallowed away the evidence. “We can’t have strawberry waffles if you keep eating the strawberries…”

Poland shooed him away, flashing an impish grin up in his direction. With a lick of his lips he defiantly stole the last strawberry. “Chill out Liet,” he said, “we’ve got more than enough strawberries here… you should try one too.”

Before he could decline the offer, the tip of the strawberry in question was already pressed against his lips, tracing and coaxing them open as guided by the expertise of Poland’s delicate fingers.

This gesture— done many times before in their youth with bleeding raspberries, plump young fingers, and a little more brazenness— continued to tease Lithuania until his mouth finally surrendered, opened, and closed down on the fruit. He felt the rough texture of the seeds peel off on his teeth and the cool sweet juice simmering delicately against his tongue. His bright eyes were fixed on Poland as he felt him tug lightly on the leaves. Compliantly he pulled away from the strawberry stub with an ungraceful slurp as the juice ran down the corners of his mouth.

Lithuania lifted a finger to staunch the flow but the grip on his wrist stopped him. “Let me,” Poland insisted, and the warm, unrushed swipe of a soft knuckle caught the flavored tear of juice from falling. As Poland kissed his finger clean with the smallest swipe of his tongue, Lithuania felt his throat go dry. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring so intently until he heard snickering.

“That sure is some face you’re making,” Poland murmured, his grin coyly peeking out from over his fingers.

Lithuania bit back a fit of stuttering and reached for the sugar in the cupboard. He sprinkled some on top of the freshly cut strawberries in the bowl, their scent thick and the taste staining his mouth. As he worked, he was unaware that Poland was still watching him, unable to hold back an admiring smile.

Lithuania nodded toward the iron as it stopped steaming. “I think the first waffle’s done. Why don’t you start another?”

Clicking his teeth, Poland rifled through the silverware drawer and removed a fork. “Whatever you say, Liet,” he chirped as he opened the waffle iron to discover the crispy, golden clover of waffles. He hummed a tune as he removed them, placing them gently on one of the empty plates. “I call dibs on the first waffle,” he declared, grinning as he poured more batter over the iron.

Lithuania only laughed. “Just how many do you plan on having?” he asked.

Poland thought about it. He replied, in a deadpan voice, “All of them. I want all of them, Liet.”

His partner gave him a flat look. “I don’t think our fridge can hold all of the waffles.”

Poland frowned, closed the iron, and wandered back to his plate of waffles. From there his imagination wandered.

“Look, Liet,” he said, tilting a heart-shaped waffle on its side, “these waffles totally look like your house.”

Lithuania did not look up as he began cleaning the countertop, but he chuckled at the strange observation. “No they don’t,” he replied.

“Yeah they do! If you just look at ‘em sideways you’d see—”

The steam stopped rising from the iron, interrupting his train of thought. He resumed his waffle-removing duties and, once the fluffy, crunchy waffle was out, he brought the new plate over to Lithuania with a bit of a frown. “…Yours came out better,” he said after a moment.

Lithuania smiled down at him and gently threaded his fingers through his hair. He suggested, “Have mine, then. I’ll take yours.”

Poland looked up at him, down at the plate currently in his hands, then smirked back up. “Nah,” he said.

With a small smirk, Lithuania’s hand gently ruffled his partner’s hair. “I insist,” he encouraged as Poland swatted it away. “Just decide which plate you want, Po, then we can eat.”

Poland chuckled and pushed the plate into Lithuania’s hands before trotting back to fetch his own.

They fixed their waffles: Lithuania helped himself to a moderate serving of strawberries and large puffs of whipped cream; Poland topped his with a mountain of fruit, a long coil of whipped cream, and a generous drizzling of juice all while singing a tune with the word ‘waffle’ as every other word – a song that made Lithuania laugh softly and join in with his own improvised verses.

They took their seats with an exchanged laugh or two, nothing forced, just as habitual and sincere as if they’d never spent all those years apart. Lithuania cut apart a small honeycomb of waffle and brought the fork to his mouth, only to have another square intercept it. Poland leaned over the table and motioned his fork-full of waffles toward his partner.

“You insisted I have some of your waffle, so I’m gonna have to take you up on that,” he explained with a catlike grin, “but I just decided I want you to have some of mine too. That way we’re even.”

Lithuania rolled his eyes, standing a bit in his chair so that he could inch his waffles toward Poland. He leaned forward a bit too much, resulting in the coating of his partner’s nose and mouth in a smattering of pink-tinged cream.

Poland laughed and licked his lips clean. “You’re such a bad shot, Liet,” he joked, leaning slightly away from the small waffle square on the fork before him. He arched an eyebrow. “Or maybe you like this sort of image?”

Lithuania began to laugh, one of the hardest laughs he’d had all morning, and he shook his head. “Po, please stop making breakfast sexual.”

“I can’t promise that when there’s whipped cream involved. Now come on, let me have a taste.” He closed his eyes and, leaning forward, he ate the waffle square entirely.

Though he felt incredibly silly feeding his partner like this, there was something in the way Poland slowly drew his lips from the silverware that Lithuania found impossible to ignore. But the moment shifted, and he did have to stifle yet another bout of laughter as Poland let out an overdone low moan and a melodramatic, “Oh my Godddd! Liet, it’s sooo goood!” Afterwards, he brushed the cream off his nose with his finger, and wiped it off on Lithuania’s nose. This was received with a startled, playful cry of protest.

Poland then leaned forward, guiding his fork. “Alright, your turn,” he announced.

Lithuania obediently rose to meet the waffles and he bit down on them in the same fashion, shying away when his gaze met with those grinning green eyes. Suddenly it felt ridiculously foolish to be fed like this. He shrank back in his seat with burning ears, but couldn’t help smiling at the sweet taste and the light and fluffy scent of sugar at the tip of his nose.

When he looked up he found Poland making a face very similar to the one he used for doting on the horses back at the stables. “Your face—”

“—I know, I know, it looks funny.”

Poland pouted and replied, “Umm no? It was cute… obviously.”

Lithuania blinked a few times, trying to comprehend how eating could look cute and why such a thing would be obvious.

“Now that face is by far the funniest!” Poland had quickly snapped out of his endearing expression and now doubled over with chuckles.

Lithuania gave him a strange look but he couldn’t hold a straight face for long. By far the contagiousness of Poland’s laughter was rivaled only by America’s hearty guffaw. And, though he gauged faces on a weird scale, he couldn’t help but smile at those little peculiarities that he’d grown to know over the hundreds and thousands of years since they first began living together.

They resumed eating from their own plates as Poland prattled on, providing random and completely left-fielded observations about their friends and neighbors. It was all unimportant drabble of course, even when said using a dramatic voice to make the gossip even juicier. Though their conversations were mostly one-sided, sometimes the things that Poland commented on were amusing enough for the both of them.

Poland skewered the last remaining square of waffle on his plate and offered it to Lithuania, who simply stared at it. “Again?”

He nodded in confirmation and rose from his seat. Poland quickly strode over to the other end of the table, a hand under the waffle to catch the juice dripping down, and he offered it again with much more stability. Before Lithuania could take a bite he teasingly pulled his fork away.

“This time, close your eyes,” he said with a playful smirk. When he was asked why, Poland simply replied, “Just do it.”

Lithuania uncertainly closed his eyes, lips parted in anticipation. He heard Poland ask, “Are you ready?”

He nodded.

“You’re not peeking, are you?”

This drew another laugh from him. “I’m not peeking.”

“Good. Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to.”

“Alright.”

The waffles were pressed to his lips and Lithuania ate them accordingly. By the time he’d finished swallowing he noticed a fragrant breath of air on his cheeks. Lithuania flinched only slightly when he felt a familiar pressure slowly crawling onto his lap.

“Poland?” he asked, and he was answered with more sweetness pressed against his lips.

It didn’t occur to him until he’d felt the warmth behind it, the thin fingers sliding up his cheek, and the slight backward tilt of his chair that he wasn’t being fed any more waffles.

Lithuania went dizzy with the color rushing to his cheeks once he’d made the connection. The sugariness that frosted their lips made him more eager to kiss him back several times in succession. He felt weak, warm, and... absolutely silly. He allowed his hands to wander up Poland’s back, pulling him closer – an action that drew a small, surprised laugh from his partner. They smiled, lips pressed together, tongues gently tasting the traces of strawberry and whipped cream.

All this time he’d spent knee-deep in paperwork and trying to stay financially stable, he suddenly began to wonder how he could miss the little things like socks in his bed, the smells of strawberries, how sideways hearts most definitely resembled his house, and what muscles in his face were strained and teased for making him look funny. All these things he missed that Poland picked up on… they were all so simple, so nice...

When they’d finally parted for breath, Lithuania’s eyes fluttered open. He found Poland looking down at his hands, red-faced, smiling as if he were very pleased with himself. They met each other eye to eye, fondly regarding that glint of contentment they saw in each other. Maybe that was the reason why Poland had been attempting to help out a lot lately, now that he thought about it. He’d been telling him to relax more, something that was admittedly hard to do with the world surrounding them as crazy as it was, but now that it was just the two of them sharing breakfast, laughing as they had done back under blue skies and golden fields, it was a lot easier to believe that maybe everything didn’t have to be so hard.

Maybe (perish the thought,) he had been taking everything a little too seriously.

He didn’t mean to read too deep into the matter. Luckily a small bout of laughter interrupted his train of thought. Poland was grinning like an idiot as he chimed in. “Not gonna lie, you taste like strawberries.”

The observation was a welcome non-sequitir, even if it made Lithuania a bit flustered. “Well,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head with embarrassment, “you taste like cream.”

Another series of snickers escaped and Poland soon found himself linking his arms around Lithuania’s neck, brushing noses with him. “It’s a sign, Liet,” he smirked, rocking him back and forth, “you complete me.”

Lithuania shook his head. “I think you meant you ‘compliment’ me.”

But Poland was insistent, “No, I meant you complete me – you can’t have strawberries without cream.”

“Well… they are definitely better together,” Lithuania quietly agreed with a smile. Poland’s grin only grew and he mussed up Lithuania’s hair with a light-hearted, silly laugh, carefully sliding out of his lap. “Finish your waffles, Liet, before I eat them,” he teased.

Lithuania nodded, tilting his head slightly at a strawberry that had fallen off his fork.

“Hey Poland,” he began without thinking on it too much, pointing at it, “this strawberry kind of looks like my house.”

Poland scrunched his face up as he tried to see it, fixing his eyes on the small strawberry slice before fluffing up Lithuania’s hair again out of spite. “You’re such a dork sometimes,” he laughed.

And as he ate the strawberry and looked up at the redness still blooming on Poland’s cheeks, Lithuania had to confess that, while he could be a bit of an oddball at times, there were a few moments where his partner had his moments of genius.

Strawberry waffles were definitely one of his better ideas, he decided.

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