Hello! I hope you're doing well! I don't know if you still have the request open, but if so, I might have a request for a medicine seller x female reader. Kon or Ri doesn't matter. I've been thinking about this for a while now. Kurisuriuri would be one of those who like piercings, and his partner would ask him to get one for her (ears maybe? Or tongue, please? 🛐🛐🛐). Anyway, it's up to you.
I want to add that I read your entire fic about them on AO3! It's simply wonderful, and your writing is incredible! Keep posting, I'll be there ❤️❤️
Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.
Sweetheart, I would be DELIGHTED to do my first Medicine Seller ask <3 Thank you for reading my fic pookie ilu mwah
-Medicine Seller X Reader-
"Pretty things should be adorned with equally pretty things, don't you think?"
It had been uttered in a passing conversation at your lips, utterly innocuous despite the actual longing behind it. The Medicine Seller was a beautiful man, utterly perfect in so many aspect that you continued to struggle in articulating it. The curve of his elvish ears, the coy, painted on smile of his dark purple, upper lip. His pale yellow eyes, ever observant, clear and calm despite all the obstacles he faced and witness. The swordsman was utterly otherworldly in appeal within the time you had known him, and yet your mind wandered, wanted, dreamed. He was like a pretty painting, refined and colorful, but the bare line of the trigram's ears made you pout at times, imagining what it would look like with additions, silver or gold jewelry that would glitter in the sun. The thought of smoothing your thumb over the shell of his ear and feeling the cold obstruction of metal felt oddly scandalous, sending a shiver up your spine.
You had been intimate with him before, knew what he was capable of, knew that his body was a thing of longing and rapture. The idea of him having piercings was just a fun little bonus, a secret fantasy that had you grinning like an idiot and kicking your feet when he wasn't there to catch it.
But imagine your surprise upon seeing the Medicine Seller again, on a random week where he left you in town to rest while he handled a mononoke. It happened at times, especially when you were not at your best. Either sick on your period, or generally fatigued. It was annoying, but necessary--you learned not to mind, and the swordsman usually returned a few days or weeks later utterly nonplussed, yet happy to see you safe.
This time, he returned just as you were done setting up your bed for the evening. The clack of sandals on hardwood floors had your heart leaping up into your throat, head turning just as the sliding paper door opened to your room with his visage in the doorway.
Diving into his arms was second nature, your lips tilted in a relieved smile and hands instinctively lifting to his hair. There was a warmth to the trigram's expression when your body was against his, those white lashes lowering and his lips tilting into a genuine, bemused smile. He always smelled sweet, not a hair out of place, his lips soft on yours and the fabric of his kimono a familiar softness.
"Welcome back," You greeted cheerfully, fingers sliding down the back of his ears without thinking only to pause at the feeling of something new. Your gaze widened a bit, shifting to the side at seeing additions on both ears--little silver, round earrings, new and shiny even in the dim lighting. "Wh--when did you...?"
The Medicine Seller let out a low hum, lowering your hands from his face so he could thread your fingers between himself and your body. Squeezing softly, purposefully. So strong and sure.
"Are they to your liking?" He inquired, raising one hand to trace one of the pieces of jewelry contemplatively, gaze meeting yours with all the energy of a lazy wildcat. "You mentioned adornments, did you not? I passed a shop on the way there, and thought of you."
You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, doing giddy little jumping jacks at how the additions just barely peeked out of his hair, a secret little change that made you feel close to a feral animal. For some reason, it had your stomach in excitedly little knots, wondering what it would feel like to taste the metal on your tongue as well.
It was a bit shameless. You didn't care.
"I like them. They suit you," There was a breathiness to your voice, no attempts at masking your desire being made as your fingers threaded behind his neck, stroking the smaller hairs there in cute little heart patterns. "And by that, I mean they make me want to wrestle you onto that futon."
The Medicine Seller chuckled at that, briefly flashing the sharpness of his canines at you as his own hands slid down to your waist and squeezed enough to put his point across.
"Oh?" He purred, leaning downward to put himself at your eyelevel and giving ample view of his pretty, red, yellow, and blue markings. "Then perhaps this should excite you even further."
He opened his mouth, tongue just slightly peeking out to show a small, silver ball glistening with saliva where it most certainly hadn't been days ago. Your arousal tripled, head spinning like a top ready to fly off of your head as you grabbed his jaw on instinct, mouth opening like a shocked fish as you examined the new addition to his tongue without any shame at all.
(Hope you enjoyed that friend <3)
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