bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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In all images where it applies, Setsuna is the sub, unless you really want your character to be the sub.

[OOC: Found by this here ninja trapped in the woods a la 1, then on to 4>5 after he frees her?]

[That sounds great! Let me know if this doesn't work as a starter.]

"Hnnngh... hello?" Setsuna called out after trying her bonds for the umpteenth time. Her party had made camp near where a ninja village was rumored to be located, and Setsuna had gone off to find firewood... toooootally not to try and get ensnared by some famous ninja traps.

Well she had found one, and as fun as being strung up by her hands and knees was at first, she was starting to get tired. "Is anyone out there?"

[OOC: Looks great!]

The security of the village was and always had been Hayabusa's greatest priority. And so in his training of his fellow ninja, he had long placed an emphasis on watchfulness and given extensive instruction on the building of traps and snares. The woods around the village were a mine field for anyone who had not been shown the safe paths.

His lookouts had warned of the party's approach, and when Hayabusa ventured out, he was pleased to see their preparations had paid off so quickly.

The girl bound most helplessly in the snare was lovely, but Hayabusa was cautious as he approached.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

When Hayabusa found her, Setsuna would be idly swinging in her binds, trying to pass the time. She was hoping that her friends would find her and not any of the ninja that set this trap. Well no matter, she may be an airhead, but she knew when to be diplomatic.

"Hello," she started out innocently enough before shifting gears towards a more serious diction that offset her carefree demeanor. "My name is Setsuna, and I'm a retainer for Lady Hinoka, Princess of Hoshido. Our party knows your village is in this forest, and we have no intention of harming it. We were only passing through the forest on our way to an outpost. I wandered off from our camp to get firewood and didn't realize I was so close to your village.

"Please forgive my intrusion," she continued, bowing her head to make it look sincere. "I'm sure Lady Hinoka will back up what I said, and would negotiate with your leader for safe passage through your forest that stays clear of your village. In the meantime, I offer myself as a prisoner and hostage as a sign of Hoshido's good faith."

A pause. "That's right isn't it? I keep getting my signs of good faith mixed up."

Hayabusa stood silently with arms crossed as he listened to the girl's declaration, which confirmed most of what his scouts had guessed about the visitors. All in all, it seemed as though allowing them through their territory without revealing the exact location of the village would be a simple enough affair.

Unfortunately, the ninja had recently been in battle involving dark forces, and the strain of resisting them had left his usual steely resolve weakened. In short, he was more inclined to give into temptation.

Hayabusa lowered his arms and approached the trapped warrior. "That was fine," he said with amusement. "You are speaking with the leader of our clan, Setsuna, and I must tell you I will only consider offering your Lady Hinoka safe passage if you can offer yourself a little more fully than simply as a hostage..."

If the ninja leader was after a bit of stress relief, he would find Setsuna game. However, right now she wasn't a fan of the roundabout way he was going about it. This was reflected by how her struggles became more nervous.... and possibly enticing.

"How much is a little," she asked showing more intelligence than she previously let on that she possessed. "I must tell you that I cannot willingly offer myself to your village for longer than a few days without permission from my lady. And I must warn you, she's not the kind of person to give that permission. She has a bad history with people close to her being taken from her."

No, he most certainly did not miss the way Setsuna was writhing within the confines of the trap, nor was he immune to being excited by the sight. He moved closer and reached through the netting to stroke her cheek.

"Oh, days won't be necessary, archer. Just perhaps an hour or two. And you won't be dealing with the entire village, only me."

Hayabusa's fingertip traced the lines of her lips. "So what do you say, Setsuna? Will you pay the toll for your Lady?"

At his last words, Ryu may notice that the deadpan expression on Setsuna's face become more akin to a glare.... but she also did not shy away from his hand.

"If that's what it takes to get my lady safe passage then yes," she hesitated before giving him a quick once over. "But if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, you didn't have to threaten me. You could have just asked and I'd have said yes anyway. I can't see you're face, but I can tell you're not bad looking."

Hayabusa gave a short laugh before taking a half step back. Reaching up, he removed the headpiece that served as a partial helmet and also the mask that shrouded his identity. He wore a pleasant, open expression once his face was exposed.

"That is good news," he said brightly. "I apologize then, for making an incorrect assumption. Most of the travelers through here mean my village ill or at least are difficult to deal with. I am happy to hear you're much more accommodating."

He moved closer to Setsuna again, hands straying down to the front of his trousers. "Shall we enjoy ourselves a bit then, before you go back?"

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Kink [1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6]

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Hans might not be high nobility but he still comes from a wealthy family. That and Charlotte makes from someone far too tempting in his case. He doesn't have to quite hide who he is around her. She's not from a noble house and it seems she has her own devious intentions hidden behind charming behavior.

So it doesn't take much of her flirting for her to find her way to his chambers. He plays the part of the lovable younger sibling of the Summer Isles until they get back there. He kicks off his shoes and discards his jacket with little care. Wearing a tunic and slacks beneath, he turns to face her again. His fingers tug off his gloves as that smile goes from energetic and fun to something more devious. It's obvious he has far more than innocent plans for her. That smile which had been energetic and kind now had a more devious look to it.

No one knows how to fake it more than Charlotte, except when it comes to being on the lookout for any person of notoriety. She wants to get in good with the wealthy ones, the higher ranked the better. Hans may not be the highest of nobles but there's something about him. Probably that they're so much alike.

She makes her way to his chambers and takes a moment to look around and see if things meet her approval. Not that she'd know really, being from a common family. She just has certain ideals she likes to imagine. But she turns around and catches Hans giving her that grin, and she blinks a moment before she laughs. "Oohh, I know that look anywhere," because she gives it all the time, though now she keeps an expression of relative innocence.

"Then you know I didn't bring you here just to chat." Hans holds out his hand to her, as if to draw her in. As for his chambers, they are a bit nicer than one might expect considering his place in line with so many older siblings. She's not the only one with ambitions and he likes to live as he expects he will one day be.

The over all theme is darker though. Where there are silks and tapestries, the tones are muted and what little light there is at the moment is absorbed. There are some treasures as well, mementos of places he's been. All the things he one day hopes to surround himself with.

Right now, though, he feels like indulging himself and Charlotte seems innocent enough though her attire suggests otherwise. Hans might be the best read at the true nature of people, but he at least believes he's made the right choice in bringing her here. Behind him, the bed itself is large with covers that shine a deep red or purple.

She likes the darker look. It's not as cute as she would make things, but it's a nice alternative. Of course she loves the extra treasures too, that's a good sign.

As he speaks and becons to her, she eyes him for a moment. Head to toe, just to make sure she actually likes what she sees and wasn't temporarily blinded by potential wealth. He's handsome though, strangely charming with that less than savory grin on his face.

"Assuming it's not to fight me," she smirks, stepping closer slowly. She already barely covers up, but she moves her shoulders in such a way that it draws attention to her chest. Fighting her would be stupid, she thinks. She hopes Hans isn't stupid. "I have an idea, yes. Of course, I didn't come here for chatting either."

"I don't expect a fight, either." As she comes up his hand moves slow. There's no weapons upon him but he doesn't really want to test himself in combat when there are far more entertaining ways to pass the time. Besides, he's seen her swing an ax and is not keen on being on the receiving end of that. "Though I could use another kind of work out."

His hand brushes her cheek, almost fondly, before moving back into her hair and drawing her near. If she doesn't fight him, she ends up so very close that Hans almost kisses her lips. There's a breath and then his hand guides her down instead of closing the space between their lips. It's pretty clear he's coaxing her towards putting that lovely mouth to another use.

"Glad to see we're on the same page," Charlotte says sweetly. While normally she may jerk away or be offended, she lets Hans guide her xloser to him. Her lips part just a tad, as if to receive a kiss, but when it doesn't come, she frowns. So he wants to play that way. Her expression shifts to another smirk as she is brought down. Just to add her own flair, she slides her hands down against him as she goes.

She reaches the waist of Hans' pants and dips her fingers past it, pulling on what keeps them together. As it loosens she grasps his cock and grips it firmly at the base, giving ut a couple strokes. Her tongue comes out to swipe against the head and very tip playfully.

Hans watches her go down and sees she's playing along nicely enough. He lets out a long breath as she lowers and then a light moan escapes him once her tongue finds his sensitive head. He stiffens to her touch and his one hand continues to stroke through her hair.

He watches her with that smile as he speaks. "I wonder just how good you really are."

A bit of a challenge though he's sure he's going to enjoy this. Of course, she's finding an in with an ambitious noble, but he's finding someone with ambition as well.

Charlotte teases with a couple more strokes of her hand, looking up at him with a quiet scoff. "Careful now," she warns him, a glint in her eye. She doesn't mind a challenge, but she does mind someone judging her performance in anything. In other words, she accepts.

After licking the head again, she takes it in her mouth and gives it a firm suck before releasing it with a pop of her lips. Then she takes more of his cock in and out of her mouth, going a little bit further with each new bob of her head. He should be properly hard by the time she takes as much of it as she can into her mouth. The muscles in her throat constrict around the shaft and tongue swirls against the warm, sensitive skin. She hides a muffled groan in the back of her throat.

She does have him at her mercy at the moment. He watches her with a smile, "I promise to be good."

What else was he going to say, she knows what he wants and as she plays he gives a light moan. Soon, she takes him into her warm mouth and each time she takes him deeper she gets satisfied sounds from the prince. He stiffens fully to her attention and his hand strokes over her hair as she takes him deep. Another moan escapes Hans as its obvious she has his full attention. The words come out breathily as he encourages her, "Oh yes. Faster."

It's not likely they'll be disturbed here by anyone as there's no need for Hams to be summoned. In his private chambers, it's unlikely any servants will come in as well. Hans is a bit impatient, or eager, for more though they have plenty of time.

You'd better, she wants to tell him, but is otherwise occupied at the moment. Perhaps the look in her eye is enough.

She's pleased to see (hear) that her ministrations are having the proper effect on Hans, and perhaps is only too happy to take it further. Her tongue laps up and trace of precum from the tip, and her lips press against it in a kiss. Then she takes his cock back into her mouth again, bobbing her head faster against him. Once or twice she takes him as deep as she can and she pauses there, letting her throat constrict around the shaft. Then she begins it again.

Others coming in doesn't even cross her mind, as she wonders instead how much stamina the prince has.

If he notices the implied part of this all, it is lost in what she is doing to him and for him. He watches as she plays and then she takes him deep, firmly gripping his throbbing shaft with her warm, wet throat. His leg quivers as she holds him there and his fingers stiffen in her hair a moment. He takes a sharp breath before reluctantly coaxing her to draw off his length.

"Okay, you definitely have a gift." Which was putting it lightly. He lets his hand slide around and strokes past her cheek again. "Though I can't help but think about how you look beneath all of that."

All of that? It barely left things to the imagination. Still, he'd like to see her in less.

Hn. Charlotte smirks as she works her mouth, almost a little reluctant herself to pull away. However, she lets him, curious as to what he'll say or do.

"Why, thank you!" She says sweetly, as if he's just complimented her hair or something. Then she glances down at herself, the swell of her breasts more than generously visible with what she's wearing. "What, under this old thing?" she shrugs, trailing a finger along the top edge of the low-cut top of her dress.

She stands up, working the tie at her waist. As if she's only wearing a robe, she pulls the belt free and allows the fabric to drop. Underneath she's wearing nothing but lacy panties and some stockings to match. "I hope it pleases you, your Highness," she adds innocently.

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1-2 work with toys or flesh and blood appendages, 3 needs... more imaginative things. Use it more as a guideline than something that needs to be followed rigidly!

Looking to play Sayako on the receiving end. Kink list here. Also, prefer prose over brackets.