#ah and also partygoers have hands now...

[sheylin66]

HELLOOO!! :]

I've been missing from Tumblr for a long time, but i decided i'm gonna try being active on here.

I'm working on a fun little (AU?)world where some Partypoopers and Partygoers made it OUT of the Backrooms. Now Partypoopers are trying to find a way to stop the PGs without too many humans noticing them. There is lots of murder and blood going on behind streets and alleyways, so warning for that. But lots of parties too! =]

The two characters in the drawing are my Ocs, the Sad Partygoer and the Leader of a Partypooper group. You'll meet both groups and the loners later..

I got a lot more Ocs to show, and lotsa lore. If anyone is interested, tune in! İ'd love some feedback x]

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 26: Seduction

Summary: Lucifer hadn't flirted in centuries and by all senses of the word, is convinced he has lost his game. But when you look so pretty and sweet across the room, he can't help but shoot his shot. Not that you mind at all. Warnings: Seduction, oral sex, public sex, reader has a vagina. MNDI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption.

Y'all only five more days of this?! Where did the time go?

The air was thick with laughter and the tantalizing scent of indulgence. Glittering lights danced around the room, casting a warm glow over the eclectic mix of demons and lost souls, champange flowed like rivers of unholy water, and n one corner, a piano played an enchanting melody, filling the space with a sense of mischief and allure.

Lucifer, the charming and devilishly handsome ruler of Hell, leaned casually against a grand marble pillar, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He’d seen all manner of beings throughout the ages, but tonight, one figure caught his attention: you. Charlie’s beloved mother figure, radiating warmth and kindness even amidst the chaos of the underworld. You had offered your services to the hotel not too long ago and quickly became a staple of the residents, offering a listening ear and aid wherever needed. While Lucifer had been introduced to you once before, rather awkwardly might he add, it did not deter him from admiring you from afar. You were chatting with a group of guests, your laughter like music, and Lucifer felt an unfamiliar tug at his heart—an emotion he hadn’t entertained in centuries since Lillith. As he watched you interact with Charlie’s friends, a playful smirk spread across his face. Perhaps this was a challenge he couldn’t resist. 

With a firm nod and puffing out his chest, he was ready. He hadn’t brought out any modicum of confidence in years, but why not try?  With a graceful stride, Lucifer approached, his presence commanding attention. The crowd parted as he made his way to you, his charisma lighting up the space around him. 

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his voice smooth like velvet. Shit, was he really being that smooth right now? “A shining beacon in this abyss of despair. Tell me, what brings you to such a delightful gathering?”

You looked up, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing in your eyes. “Just keeping an eye on Charlie and her friends. They can be a bit wild.”

Lucifer chuckled, his gaze locking onto yours. “Ah, the ever-vigilant protector. How admirable. But surely, even the most dutiful guardian deserves a little fun?”

A playful glint sparkled in your eyes as you replied, “And what kind of fun do you have in mind, Mr. Morningstar?” A soft blush coated your cheeks, it was no secret to anyone but Lucifer himself that you had a huge crush on the King. That first awkward meeting, him stumbling over words and shouting wildly had you head over heels in love within seconds. Though you had never broached the subject, knowing that it might get complicated being with Charlie’s father. 

But it wasn’t a problem if he was the one that iniated the interaction, right?

“Why don’t we find out together?” He stepped closer, his gaze intense yet inviting. “I can show you a side of Hell that’s not so... overwhelming. Just you and me, away from the chaos.”

You hesitated, sensing the allure in his words but also the danger. “And what’s the catch?”

He laughed softly, a sound that wrapped around you like a warm embrace that had you letting out a dreamy sigh. “No catch. Just a chance to enjoy the night without the worries of the world. Besides, who better to share the experience with than someone who knows how to navigate this realm?”

Intrigued, you finally relented, nodding. Extending your hand for him to take, he grasped it with vigor and led you out of the room. “Alright, show me what you’ve got.”

Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he led you away from the throng of partygoers. As you wandered deeper into the hotelm the air around you seemed to thrum with excitement. His grasp never left yours, a soft smirk playing on his lips. With each step and passing glance, the excitement turned to arousal slowing pooling in your pants. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Lucifer halted abruptly and turned to face you. Pinning you against the wall, breath fanning over yours in short pants; his eyes flicked between your lips and eyes. 

“I—um—“ Bringing his hand to cup your chin, eyes boring into yours with a darkened lust, his lips slowly came to brush against yours. As if to give you an out, a chance to say you didn’t want this as much as he does. Seeing no hesitation, he encased you between his arms as closed the distance between them in a swift motion. Both yours lips were captured in a fervent kiss. Tongue and teeth clashed, your nimble hands traveling to settle at the nape of his neck and give a soft tug; illicting a moan from the shorter man. For the sin of pride, he might as well have been lust when he was kissing you with such emotion. 

Pulling his mouth away to trail wet kises down the valley of your neck, your hands continued to tug in his hair as breathy moans spilled past your lips in silent pleas for more. Nimble fingers traced up your waist, tugging softly on the waistband of your panties beneath your skirt before snapping the hem.

“May I? Can I take you right here, darling?”

“Fuck, please, Lucifer—“

 Sinking to his knees to pull down your panties from below your dress, leaving your bare cunt exposed to the cool air. Letting out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan, Lucifer dragged his knuckle over your dripping slit. Marveling at how your body reacted to him, each moan and buck of your hips into his hand, Lucifer was nothing short of mezmerized by your perfect figure. Working his way down, his face ended between your thighs. Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from your needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow(he would not admit to using magic to make it longer), your let out wanton moans and hisses of pleasure. Gripping the wall behind you as your eyes remaind squeezed shut in ectasy, you felt like you were in a dream. Was this really happening? Because if this was a dream, someone better never wake you. 

“Wanna see you cum on my face, ducky. Please, please cum on my face for me?” His eyes shown with hope, voice laced so sweetly despite the filth of his words. 

Good gosh, you were in for a perfect night, seduced by the devil himself. 

[disaster-writer]

A Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing

Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi

Summary: idk what this is, I just wanted write some more vile shit with these characters. This is also a college au

Word Count: 732

Warnings: Kinda smuttish I guess, they talk about it at least. Mentions of drugging and noncon stuff

Minors DNI

You were pathetic, trying to fit in with those girls the way you did.

The only thing you ever offered that group of mean girls were your nods and chirps of agreement, even when they treated you as their punching bag the only thing you could do was choke out a laugh. 

He bet you cried yourself to sleep.

The ice cream shop you sat in with your girl’s after class was cute, a nice little facade for the beasts you hung around as you all ate your ice cream cones covered in rainbow sprinkles within the bright neon and baby pink shop.

He hadn’t meant to follow you here after class but today you looked particularly down. Like a little kicked puppy, the image in his head was sold even more at the little licks you gave your vanilla ice cream in hand with those sad, pathetic eyes of yours.

He sucked in a breath, the image of your cute little pink tongue darting out to kitten lick the pre-cum off the fat tip of his cockhead all too vivid.

He shifted in his seat, cock already half hard.

The bell on the door rang above. Shigaraki hadn’t bothered to look, still distracted by that little pink tongue.

”You’re excited.”

Dabi.

Shigaraki huffed, slipping his hand down between his legs and readjusting himself as Dabi sat down beside him.

Dabi followed his line of sight, eyes landing on the obnoxiously loud college girls as they cackled about whatever the fuck they thought was so funny that the entire ice cream shop had to know about it. 

He knew who they were, the entire campus did. Those girls only went to every fucking party on campus, getting drunk and/or high out of their damn minds and wreaking havoc.

Dabi sighed, sinking into his seat with a grin.

”I love bitchy mean girls,” he murmured, eyeing one of the girls up, “They’re never that tough when they’re sobbing on your cock— not that you’d know anything about that,” he punctuated with a laugh.

Shigaraki said nothing, jaw tensing in response.

”Which one’s got you all chubbed up?” 

He sneered, “I thought you were hanging out with that asshole today.”

”Hawks is fucking his lab partner right now. Fucking bitch isn’t into spit roasting,” he shrugged, “Figured I’d see whatever shit you were getting up to instead.”

”Vanilla ice cream, rainbow sprinkles.”

Dabi’s eyes landed on you almost immediately, grin stretching wider on his pierced lips.

”Ah— the weak link. Not bad.” He nodded, “Guess you heard what happened last night?”

Shigaraki’s eyes widened a fraction, snapping his head towards Dabi.

”What happened?”

He quirked a brow, “Oh?” He said with a chuckle, “You didn’t see the videos? Little cock tease over there was slipped something last night at some party and started fingering herself in the middle of the fucking thing. There’s all these video’s going around.”

”Do you have any?”

“Someone‘s gotta crush~” he lilted, pulling his phone out, quickly opening his messages with Hawks then downloading and sending the video’s he had sent him last night.

Shigaraki was pulling his phone out before he even received the video’s, opening his messaging app and tapping on them as soon as they went through.

His breath hitched. You were on a couch, hand shoved under your skirt with your eyes all hazy and lidded, surrounded by ooing and aaing partygoers.

Your friends all stood around laughing in hysterics, doubled over, barely able to breathe as more people took their phones out.

His eyes snapped back to you.

Your sad puppy eyes made so much more sense now.

Shigaraki found himself swallowing his pride as the next words left his lips.

”You know how to talk to girls, right?”

”I know how to get them into bed,” he replied smugly.

”Then…” he trailed off, not knowing the right words, “Do you think—“

”Sure. But I want in,” he nodded.

”…You think she’d be into spit roasting?”

Dabi’s grin widened as he eyed you up now. You looked so sad and anxious as you sat with the friends that hadn’t protected you last night.

You were a little lamb, all alone, surrounded by wolves… being hunted by wolves.

”She doesn’t have to be.” He felt his cock throb, watching that little pink tongue dart out, licking that ice cream cone, “She’ll do it anyway.”

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Requests open

[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

[aishangotome]

Roger Barel: Chapter 4

Chapter 3 Letter

♡———♡

Alfons led me to a room in the mansion...

Alfons: Take a peek inside.

I peeked through the crack in the door to see a strange sight.

Glass inhalation devices were lined up, and partygoers with glazed eyes were scattered throughout the room.

I quietly closed the door, trying not to make a sound.

Roger: Those vacant eyes mean they're high.

Kate: ..................

The purpose of pleasure--I felt like I had been shown in one glance the effects of this drug.

Alfons: As you can see, a laughing gas show was being held.

Alfons: Oh, what pleasant faces.

I gave Alfons a reproachful look as he spoke cheerfully, while Roger calmly analyzed the drifting smell.

Roger: This scent... it's ether.

Kate: Ether?

Roger: Ether is a type of anesthetic and is actually used in medical treatment.

Roger: But personally, I have doubts about its use.

Kate: Why?

Roger: Of course, there's no problem if it's used properly with expertise, but it's a dangerous substance for amateurs to handle.

Roger: An overdose can be fatal in the worst case scenario. In addition, this drug is highly addictive.

Roger: They probably turned to it to escape reality or for pleasure, but the risk is too high. It's a foolish act.

However, Alfons disagreed with this sound opinion.

Alfons: Is that so? Reality is full of shit... Sometimes you need to escape to live.

Roger: Running away doesn't change the shitty reality. It only makes it more empty.

Alfons: I hate that part of you, it makes me sick.

Kate: Um, you two shouldn't be arguing...!

When I quietly stopped them, they both looked away from each other.

Roger: ...We could just leave it alone, but it's an order from Her Majesty. "Stop the danger."

Alfons: We're not heroes of justice, you know.

Roger looked at Alfons and me with serious eyes.

Roger: Ether vapor reacts to fire and can easily explode. Ventilate immediately and confiscate the evidence.

Roger: Kate, you stay outside in the hallway. Don't go inside.

Kate: Yes, sir!

--This is where the "Crown's" work begins.

*...awhile later*

(I hope Roger and Alfons are okay...)

While the two of them went to deal with the ether, I was left to wait in the deserted hallway.

Just then, the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed loudly...

(Oh, that startled me...)

The clock chimed past midnight, and I was so distracted by it that I didn't notice the sound of the door behind me opening, the one I thought was an empty room.

???: Oh my, I didn't know we had a new guest.

Kate: ...!

By the time I turned around, my hand had already been grabbed...

The room I was dragged into was also filled with the smell of ether.

There was no one else around, and it seemed that the gentleman had been enjoying inhaling ether alone in this room.

Dazed Gentleman: My fair lady. You came here to forget about reality too, didn't you?

Kate: I, uh... I just got lost in the mansion, so I'll be leaving now!

Dazed Gentleman: If you take two or three puffs of this, you can taste the unknown world of death while still holding your return ticket. Come on...

As if he couldn't hear my voice, the gentleman's eyes were glazed over...

(This guy is already hooked on ether!)

With unfocused eyes, he tried to put a pipe connected to a glass container in my mouth.

Kate: Stop it!

I desperately tried to escape, but the gentleman's grip was too strong.

(What can I do...?)

My heart pounded as I was cornered...

(...Ah...)

Suddenly, a memory from the past flashed through my mind.

*flashback*

Man 1: The delivery was delayed because of construction?

Man 2: That's why we can't have female mail carriers.

Woman 1: Women can't beat men anyway, so it's stupid to fight back, right?

...

Kate: If you don't trust me, you can watch me until you do.

Kate: I'll prove it to you.

--So please, don't kill me.

*flashback over*

I could hear my own voice from somewhere...

(...I don't want to remember...)

A flood of emotions washed over me, and I closed my eyes tightly.

Roger: ...Freeze!

Roger: Let go of her if you don't want a bullet through your heart.

I slowly opened my eyes and the moment Roger's figure came into view, my tension drained away.

Kate: ...Roger...

Roger: Kate, did he make you inhale it?

Kate: No... I'm... okay...

Roger nodded and hit the gentleman in the upper abdomen with the butt of his shotgun.

The unconscious gentleman collapsed to the floor, and Alfons poked his head out from behind the door.

Alfons: We've successfully confiscated the evidence. Let's get out of here.

-

Wary of pursuers and watchful eyes, we made our way home, weaving through the thick darkness that felt like the bottom of the night.

Alfons: It was a very peaceful mission tonight, no blood was shed. It was almost disappointing.

Roger: With this evidence and report, we'll eventually be able to classify ether as a poison and regulate its sale.

Kate: ................

Alfons: Oh, that's right! I happen to have two tickets to a play tonight.

With that, he presented me with...

Kate: These tickets! Aren't they for that hard-to-get play that's been in the news?

Alfons: It seems so. I got them through El's connections...

Alfons: Unfortunately, I have some errands to run, so I can't go. I'll give them to you, why don't you and Roger go see it?

Kate: With Roger...?

I tilted my head, wondering why Roger's name came up...

Alfons: Well then, I'll excuse myself here.

He headed towards the entertainment district and disappeared into the dark valley of buildings.

Kate: Um, what should we do with these...?

Roger: Just so you know, I don't have any hobbies related to the arts, like watching plays or paintings.

Roger: If we go, I'm just accompanying you.

Kate: You were planning on going with me?

That was a bit of a surprise.

(I thought he'd rather go straight to a bar after work than accompany me to something he wasn't interested in.)

Roger: The show starts soon. Let's go.

Kate: Y-yes!

I followed Roger as he walked briskly, as if carrying out a mission.

-

(Wow, it's been a while. This atmosphere...)

The audience, who had been chatting amongst themselves, were all captivated by the glamorous stage once the curtain rose, forgetting about reality.

I love this moment, the moment of falling into a dream.

(But...)

Tonight, for some reason, the content wasn't sinking in at all.

(Watching plays is my only hobby, so to speak, and on top of that, we have such good seats...)

Kate: ...............

The story progressed as if it were passing through my heart.

In the middle of the play, I suddenly noticed a gaze directed at me and looked away from the stage to see my neighbor.

Roger: .................

(........?)

Roger jerked his chin and stood up quietly.

Roger: ...Let's go.

Kate: Huh?

Kate: ...Wait!

-

Kate: Roger, what's wrong with you suddenly leaving? It's rude to the actors to leave your seat--

Roger: You're the one who's acting strange. Your tail has been drooping ever since the mission ended.

(Tail?)

Putting aside the dog treatment, I knew what he meant.

This was the first time I hadn't been able to concentrate on a play.

Roger: I'm sorry for leaving my seat without permission. It's an insult to art.

Roger: But isn't it sadder to watch something you love with feelings you don't like and end up hating it?

--CHOICES--

I don't know why myself

You don't know how I feel

Did I do something strange?

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Kate: Why are you saying that? You don't know how I feel...

I immediately regretted saying that.

Kate: I'm sorry, I went too far...

Roger: Don't worry about it. Not being able to control yourself is also a sign of stress.

(Huh?)

Roger: I'm not a counselor, but you need someone to talk to.

Roger: Kate, look into my eyes.

As I obeyed his words and slowly raised my eyes, our eyes met, enveloped in the lights illuminating Piccadilly.

Kate: ...............

Roger: That's right, that's good. I'll never deny your thoughts, I'll accept anything.

Roger: Kate, what makes you sad?

(What makes me sad is...)

His amber eyes, gazing straight at me, melted my hardened heart.

Kate: ...Just now, I wanted to resist when I was being held down... but I couldn't move.

Roger: You had a distant look in your eyes, like you were remembering something. What did you remember?

*flashback*

Man 1: The delivery was delayed because of construction?

Man 2: That's why we can't have female mail carriers.

Woman 1: It's stupid for women to fight back anyway, since they can't beat men, right?

*flashback over*

Kate: The feeling of being belittled for what I was born with, the feeling of being... disregarded.

Roger: Kate, what makes you angry?

(...Angry?)

(Oh, right...)

Maybe I had been labeling everything as sadness and turning a blind eye to the anger welling up inside me.

Because getting angry wouldn't change anything.

Because I hated to realize that...

...It was easier to give up.

(What was I angry about...?)

*flashback*

Kate: If you don't trust me, you can watch me until you do. I'll prove it to you.

(So please, don't kill me.)

*flashback over*

(When I was brought to Crown Castle, that was the only way I could beg for my life.)

If... if I had been stronger, I might have been able to choose a different way.

There are a lot of things in life that don't go your way.

But--how you deal with them is up to you.

When I realized that, my thoughts poured out of my lips.

Kate: I... I'm so frustrated with my weakness...

Roger: Last question. Kate, what do you want to be?

Kate: I...

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「✧」 When he sees him, his breath catches.

Standing in a corner of the ballroom, half draped in shadow, was a man. Clad in an elegant, fantastical suit and a most impressive mask, his height towered over a good number of the partygoers around him. Part of Aurelius wonders where Klaus had found such a getup, but his feet are already ahead of his thoughts, leading him on a brisk walk across the hall to meet him.

His figure also cuts an impressive sight in ivory white and gold, the long coat draped on his shoulders fluttering slightly in his wake. Others naturally part way for such a purposeful stride—yet as Aurelius draws closer, his steps slow down.

He is hesitant.

Was it time to meet now, when Klaus had never come home? Or should they just play the roles of masked strangers in a decadent duet? He could recognize Anghelescu in a heartbeat—their souls resonated too perfectly to be ignored—but Klaus as he was now, blind and deaf and amnesiac—what would he perceive beyond the surface?

But the distance between them narrows and there's no more room for reflection. Stopping in front of the man, Aurelius reaches for his hand hanging by his side and slowly raises it to his lips for a chaste kiss.

"My dear prince of the woods."

"May I have this next dance?"

Ah, but I have missed you.

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[inscrutable-shadow]

Mine

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"Reality. Settle," his father commanded, and Reality forced his knee to stop bouncing.

Holding still proved to be impossible, though. The itch built up inside of him and made him squirm. "Apologies, father, I am afraid I must…"

His mother squeezed his shoulder in concern. "Is it your magic? Do you need to go outside and blow something up, darling?"

The idea sounded promising, but he'd done quite a lot of that this morning, and the arcane power roiling inside of him was actually much calmer than usual. With a flick of his fingers, Reality turned the remainder of his glass of wine into champagne. Delicious, but casting the spell didn't bring the feeling of relief that it usually would if his magic were acting up. "No, I am simply… restless."

"He's just bored with the party." His cousin Delphina's voice was full of reproach, and he didn't miss the "spoiled brat" she muttered under her breath, either. At nearly thirty years of age [1], Reality thought he was a bit old to be called a brat. Delphinia's hatred of him was both well-known and a constant, though, so he ignored it.

The party was rather dull. As the premier social event of the season, the Midwinter Ball was the central hub for the political doings of the Winter Court, and the royal families of each of the Courts were obviously required to attend. The Hibernal King was both saturnine and mercurial, not given to socialising, and had spent most of the evening watching the proceedings silently from his throne. Reality was desperately trying to avoid the Vernal Queen and her daughter, who would either try to rope him into dancing or talk his ear off about something inane, and the Autumn Court's royals seemed to have about the same idea, given that they were remaining stubbornly on the other side of the ballroom. There was also a scattering of human royalty in attendance, invited as a formality and not worth his time. He'd hoped to see an old acquaintance, a prince from the Dragonlands with whom he'd been friendly as a child, but the Diamond Heir didn't seem to be here. Dragons disliked the cold. He supposed it was only fair. In lieu of anything interesting to do, Reality been busying himself trying to make sure he ate at least one of everything being served, but now his stomach was getting full and the wine was going to his head and he just didn't feel like it.

As his listless gaze scanned over the crowd, he accidentally caught the eye of the Princess of Blossom. Not good. She smiled at him and started cutting across the dance floor toward him. The last thing he wanted to do was talk, or Divines forbid *dance,* with the princess of Spring, but there didn't appear to be any sort of escape for him available. His parents didn't understand his distress, and Delphinia only laughed at him. Nothing for it, then. He buried his face in his hands, summoning together the will to put his court face on, but then the music stopped.

The dance floor cleared, and the partygoers all withdrew to their own tables, the Blossom Princess included. The orchestra that had been playing for the night so far mostly departed, leaving behind a string quartet, which began to tune and check strings, preparing for another segment. While they did so, a fifth young man approached, bowed to the performers, exchanged a few words, then opened his own violin case.

This new person was human, going by the shape of his ears, and probably only recently of age. Dressed in a doublet of black with red embroidery, he set the violin on his shoulder, pushing aside waves of dark hair that framed his face. A silver circlet nestled into that hair, studded with emeralds. A prince?

"Who is that?" Reality whispered to his manservant, Ioan. An inexplicable curiosity had come over him.

Ioan followed his gaze. "Ah, the young heir Iuventus. Prince Thanatos, I believe, my lord."

"His eyes are red."

"A hereditary trait, my lord. House Iuventae is known for producing scions with the most brilliant eye colors. He's quite the sought-after match," Ioan added pointedly, and Reality rolled his eyes.

Even as young as he was, people were already "subtly encouraging" Reality to choose a match. The divinity inside him shifted uncomfortably at the thought, and he turned the champagne flute into a butterfly in an attempt to calm it. He was already a magical weapon of mass destruction, a disaster waiting to happen. He couldn't risk passing this on to an heir [2]. No, the Fiothrey line must end with him. It wasn't as if any of the noble fae daughters had caught his eye. This had given many the notion that it was a good idea to waggle their eyebrows pointedly in the direction of the sons. Reality didn't appreciate that either. If he wanted something, he took it. If he didn't have something, it was because he didn't want it.

The human prince was rather attractive, though, he had to admit. Everything about him was long and thin: from his delicate fingers dancing on the violin strings to his elegant lashes and sculpted brows; save for his face, which while long was soft, and his body, which while thin, was rather short compared to most fae [3], though he was probably average for a human. He reminded one of a puppet dancing under the control of a masterful puppeteer: every movement graceful but regimented, shifting from point to point with calculated ease. Reality found himself watching the boy with a mix of amused curiosity and captivated wonderment.

And then he began to play.

The quartet came in first, playing a tune that was common in the Winter Court and often played at Midwinter Balls. Boring, and Reality mentally checked out before the second measure, but just after he'd settled his chin on his chest and committed to allowing the food coma to claim him, he heard a sound that stopped everything in its tracks. The prince's bow on the violin strings produced a haunting countermelody, a juxtaposition of death with rebirth, the essence of winter. Reality was absolutely transported to the center of a snowy lake, watching a single figure dance gracefully to a tune only the two of them could hear. He'd never felt such a sensation of internal peace. Even his magic went completely calm, without a hint of the shifting, crackling pulse that had underlaid his whole life. Every fragment of his attention was on this mortal prince.

Reality was sure he must look quite the fool, sitting here with his mouth agape, just staring, but it was as if he'd been spellbound, utterly incapable of movement. The human boy's crimson eyes remained mostly shut, save for when he opened them slightly to check the next section of music, but for a moment, his hooded gaze swept over the audience and caught on Reality's. Their eyes locked for a moment, and along with the rhythmic moment of his head as he played, Reality was sure he saw the prince smile at him. A pang of emotion struck him through the heart.

When the music stopped, the prince boned and exited the stage amidst enthusiastic but restrained applause. Reality turned to his father and gripped him by the sleeve.

"I want him."

"Whom? The human prince? They are not toys, you know, my son. It may be difficult to—"

"I want him."

[1] Fae, while not immortal, are incredibly long lived, and can achieve lifespans in excess of five hundred years. In the Courts, the accepted age at which young fae reach maturity is held to be twenty-five years old.

[2] The royal lines of the fae Courts are, for reasons lost to time, cut with divinity. This grants them unprecedented control over magic, with the cost that, if not sufficiently diluted, their bloodlines can produce demigods. Reality Fiothrey was one of these. the body of a mortal is not designed to contain the power of a god, and that divinity will regularly attempt escape, often explosively, if not kept rigorously in check by frequent usage of large amounts of arcane energy and exemplary self-discipline. Reality was already teetering on the edge of the maximum divine-to-mortal ratio possible to keep stable into adulthood. Even if he were to attempt to reproduce with a human with no chance of divinity in the blood, it was probable that the offspring would destabilise and detonate, taking half of the fey wilds with it. That Reality himself had not was a testament to his sheer force of will.

[3] especially Reality, who was nearly seven feet and showed no signs of slowing. The Divine Reality, who would likely incarnate into him, was known to appear at fantastic sizes usually no less than thirty feet. Everyone who knew Reality desperately hoped he would not grow that large.

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[magdacat]

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(Originally posted with "Roses are Falling" by Orville Peck)

The world is spinning. Music is playing, petals are falling, and the sun has long set on the glimmering garden filled with dressed-up partygoers, not just from different walks of life, but from different worlds entirely. The spinning slows to a stop as Conk pulls his dancing partner aside, and they walk among the rose bushes. “You still haven’t explained where we are.” Ev hasn’t seen anything like this garden in his life. He’s never seen people like this. Hell, he’s never even left Caelum. Conk is gazing at the flowers. He doesn’t seem bothered by any of this. “Some fella named Lord Ascan’s garden.” “Conk th— that doesn’t explain anything. Who even is that?” “Honestly? I hardly know.” Conk takes his friend’s hand. “I just knew there’d be dancing and music, and I wanted you here with me.” “O-oh…” Conk touches his face. “This has been the most beautiful night of my life, my friend.” His goggles offer as dead an expression as ever, but his smile is a real one. Ev knows. He knows Conk’s smile better than anyone. Right now, it’s the only bit of familiarity he can grasp in a place that feels so alien. It’s all he can process, and it’s caught his breath. “Is this real?” “I don’t know.” Conk brings his face closer. Ev closes his eyes. “But it’s time for you to go home.”

Ev bolts upright. “AH! What the—” He’s back home. Doc’s special brand of clutter has seeped into his habits, and his tiny room in the back of her lab is an unmistakable sight. What time is it? He ventures outside his door in a confused haze, immediately finding Doc fiddling with something-or-other at her workbench. It’s all above his head, anyway. “Doc?” her head whips around. “Kiddo, you’re up! Feeling better?” Better? what’s she talking about? “Huh? What do you…?” Before he can finish, Doc marches up to him and feels his forehead. “You woke up with a fever yesterday. Seems like it’s cooled down, but you should still rest more.” Huh. It must be morning…? “Oh, yeah… uh… has Conk been around?” “Not in a few days. And not while you’re sick! Now get your sorry booty back in bed. I’ll getcha some tea.” “Okay, okay. Fine.” He looks around, tired eyes scanning the little lab. No one’s here, just him and Doc. Good. “Thanks… mom.” He turns away quick so he doesn’t have to see her reaction to that. “AW, KIDDO, DID YOU JUST—” slam. You gotta tread lightly on the cheesiness around Doc. She always overreacts. ALWAYS.

He trudges back to his tiny excuse for a bed and plops down. Clink. Clink? What was— his hand grazes something cold and metal. He picks it up. A silver chain? In an instant, The night he spent dancing floods back to him in its entirety. Not just a hazy dream, but… no, that’s silly. Of course it was a dream. There’s no other explanation. But the chain… he had definitely been wearing this in that garden. Right? He presses his knuckles to his forehead, as if to incite a single coherent thought. Comes up empty. The fever’s just getting to him.

He drops the chain onto one of many cluttered shelves with a solid plunk. A moment later, his head hits the pillow. Another moment later, the waking world fades away again.

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[inkrabbit]

Papa Emeritus I

The eldest brother looks surprised, picking his head up from his cup of tea, a bewildered expression on his face.

"Mi scusi?" he mumbles out, gently setting the cup down. "Me?"

"Come on, Papa. It'll be fun!" The Sister who had been picking names gives Primo a playful grin. "You've been in your office too much. Live a little!"

Primo huffs but relents, slowly getting up from the couch with an encouraging pat on the back from Terzo. He takes his time walking over to you, the air of professionalism and confidence surrounding him. His hand reaches out to gently take yours, bringing it to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles.

"Shall we?" His voice is soft, as are his mismatched eyes. You give him a nod, holding onto his hand as he guides you into the storage room. The door closes and you're enveloped in darkness, standing before the old Papa.

"How have you been, piccolo?" he asks you. You haven't seen him in a while, especially since work has kicked up for the summer. Everyone was wanting to visit the ministry for a tour or to put in applications, and each Papa had to step in to help. Even Terzo was hiding in his office more than usual.

"I've been fine, Papa," you respond respectfully. You always tried to stay professional with him. He and Secondo weren't ones to approve of more casual behavior in their presence.

But Primo lets out a soft chuckle, his hand gently patting your shoulder. "You can relax, piccolo. It's a party, sὶ? For this night, you can associate with me as though we are equals."

You feel yourself relax. Equals. He was taking the night off as being a Papa.

"Yeah. You're right." A small smile graces your lips. You feel more comfortable now. "How have you been, Papa?"

"Oh, this heat," he groans. Through the darkness, you can practically see him rolling his eyes. "It's getting to me, you know. I can't even be out in the garden for more than a minute before I start feeling out of breath."

"Isn't that what your ghouls are for?"

"And have them screw something up?" He lets out a scoff. "I can't even trust my own earth ghoul. You know him, sὶ? Apache?"

You pause. Apache? "I don't see him often."

"Ah, sὶ. He's only active during the summer. He's a uh... a desert earth ghoul. When it's not hot out, he gets very tired and weak, so he just hibernates," Primo explains. While you can hear him trying to stay calm, you can also hear he irritation seeping through. "But even when he's active, he's useless with plants. All of the flowers I have planted in the greenhouse are typically found the forest and Apache has a habit of killing them.

"But it's not his fault," he sighs softly, "I understand that. He just... works differently from what I have."

Before you can ask more, the door opens and the light floods in, blinding you both.

"Time's up," the Sister announces, smiling at you both.

"Come, piccolo," Primo says, gesturing with his hand. "We will continue elsewhere."

You follow him out, ignoring the gaze of other partygoers. Primo leads you back to his office, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of his desk.

"We have much to catch up on," he tells you softly, bending down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[the-masked-ram]

Blurred Lines- Chapter Five

CW: CW: NSFW, College AU, Roommate AU, Dom/Sub Undertones, Gambling, Friends with Benefits, Enemies to friends, Hate sex, Impact play, Mild Breath play, Drugs, Alcohol, afab! reader   ---

Chapter Five: Alone at a Party

The noise outside was hard to ignore, chatty voices, too loud from alcohol, and the sound of music turned up loud enough to drown out the half-yelling visitors. You had ended up turning to your headphones for relief. They took care of most of it well enough.

But still vestiges leaked through the careful world of soothing study music you had created for yourself. Especially whenever someone shouted ‘Dabi’ or ‘Touya’ across the room. Which was quite often, if you were honest. It seemed the host was more popular than you thought he’d be.

That morning he’d been nearly vibrating with excitement. But he also made sure you had everything you needed to stay in the room all night. It was strange, you knew he was doing it so you wouldn’t both him and his friends, but also it felt like he was taking care of you.

“Need anything else?” he frowned thoughtfully as he looked at the pile of snacks and drinks.

“I should probably have like a sandwich or something for dinner time,” you said.

“Ah I forgot, you eat real food regularly,” he laughed.

His laughter only grew louder as you jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow.

He found you later, right before the party started, while you were making onigiri and a sandwich and handed over a small slice of cake. He’d obviously stopped to pick it up. That cake still sat on your dresser. It was strange. In the beginning you expected him to be a complete dick, but every now and then, he had these sweet moments. It stopped you from hating him completely.

You were aware you should hate him; you were aware he was actually a jerk, and he was just smoothing things over because he had to live with you. But also, when he smiled at you or winked in a way that wasn’t sleezy, it sent rebellious butterflies fluttering through your chest, into your stomach. He could smile like he was honestly joyful. It was rare but happened. He sometimes looked like he was sharing a small joke with you. Something only, you knew, even if you weren’t in on said joke.

He had a way of making you feel like he was looking at you and only you sometimes. It was rare but it was like with the cake, he’d obviously been paying attention. You liked chocolate a lot, but he knew you preferred the flourless. He’d seen you eat it enough. If he was completely self-absorbed, he wouldn’t have noticed, right? Or were you just hoping he was someone better than he was?

You were standing to reach for another drink when your door creaked open. Your entire body stiffened. You looked up expecting to see some apologetic but drunk partygoer.

However, in front of you was a familiar gold adorned face, very much drunk, possibly high from the way his pupils ate away at the blue in his eyes. Your fingers twitched and they curled against your palm, and you stood up straight, turning to face him.

“Touya… what do you want?” you asked, suspicion thickening your words.

“Just checkin’ on ya, dollface,” his words were slurred, and you shook your head. “I’m fine, have everything I need. Besides what could you do for me, you look like you can barely walk a straight line,” you raised your brow.

“Tsk,” he shook his head. “This isn’t anything, I swear. ‘M just fine.”

He didn’t leave though, instead he took a step closer, and you took a step back. The dance continued until eventually you were crowded with the backs of your knees up against your bed. Eventually you put a hand on his chest and his eyes glanced down at it. He tilted his chin as he looked back at you, as if sizing you up. He was contemplating something; you could see the gears turning in his head and you didn’t want to know what it was.

“Touya,” you whispered, your mouth unbearably dry and you wished you’d at least gotten a sip of that sports drink.

He hummed approvingly, “I like it when you say my name. It’s nothin’ like the others.”

You shook your head, confused by what he meant.

“You don’t try to fake things. You don’t pretend, you just are,” he murmured as if that clarified things.

You froze, eyes widening as his hand raised to stroke your cheek, to trace his thumb down until it traveled the line of your jaw. He was so drunk. You should stop him. Things were going to go too far. You were taking advantage of this situation. But even though he smelled like beer and whiskey, even though he smelled like the smoke of his cigarettes, you could also smell the spice of cinnamon gum and the citrus splashed with sandalwood from whatever cologne he’d put on that night.

It was just enough that it tickled your senses and it had you leaning into the warmth of his palm just slightly. A soft sigh left your lips and your eyes lowered to half-mast in the dimness of your room. He looked at you in his drunken state like you were handing him the stars. Like you’d offered him yourself on a platter and were the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen.

He leaned in and your head spun because just a few inches more and your lips would be touching. Your breath hiccupped in your chest. Your fingers curled in his shirt, cutting into your palms through it until your skin stung. Everything trembled in you, when did you want him this bad? When did Touya become someone, you wanted to kiss?

“Touya, stop,” you murmured, trying to be a bit firmer with your request.

He froze and considered your expression.

“D’you really want me to?” he questioned.

You couldn’t nod. You couldn’t shake your head. You wanted to breach the distance, you wanted to press your lips against his. But you also knew you couldn’t, you shouldn’t. That Touya wasn’t someone who treated the girls he kissed nicely; he didn’t even treat his friends nicely.

“You just need to sleep,” you responded instead.

You moved to the side, breaking the hypnotizing moment that had held you both captivated. You gently clasped his bicep and led him to your bed.

“You can watch this movie with me,” you said.

He frowned, looking down at the sheets, “Will you stay?”

“Of course,” you said. “I’m not allowed at the party after all.”

He nodded in agreement and then kicked off his shoes, stumbling in a way that worried you and had your hands coming out to steady him. He then crawled into your bed.

“It smells like you,” he sighed, and you watched, and his muscles relaxed, he pressed his nose into your pillow.

You swallowed; this was dangerous. You should have sent him back out. Instead, you covered him with a blanket and sat down beside the bed. Your finger found the mouse of your computer and wiggled it around until eventually you were able to press play on the video you’d been streaming.

It wasn’t until his breathing began to deepen that you found it safe to look over your shoulder at him again. Touya’s face was soft and gentle in sleep. Even with the golden shine of his piercings decorating his ears and face, he looked so much younger than he was. The usual mocking smirk, the vicious glare, and irritated frown that were all just a moment away, seemed miles from him now.

“I wonder if the party will end like normal?” you bit your lip for a moment before shaking your head.

You stood once more to lock the door, turn off the lights completely and snuggle down on the floor. Accepting that moving Touya right now wouldn’t be fair. Sleep claimed you almost instantly.

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[xomakara]

thank you aeris for the tag!

rules: post the first line(s) from the last ten fics you've updated or posted (or however many fics you have, if less than ten).

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1. Love On The Floor - dj!Johnny x reader The beat pulsed through the outside venue as bodies moved together to the rhythm of the music, a sea of flailing arms, flowing dresses, and brightly colored alcohol in cups. The vacation resort was well known for its beach-side night parties that happened every evening, allowing people to dance all their cares away. It was a famous tourist destination, the huge tropical beach allowing its patrons to soak up the sunshine in the daytime, and then dance their heart away by the bright lights of the nighttime party. The whole island seemed to thrum with energy, the atmosphere electric from the beating rhythm of the dance music and the delighted cries from the partygoers.

2. What Are We? - fwb!Mingyu x reader "That feels nice..." you let out a relaxed sigh as you let the hot water caress your body. Your body was sticky from all the physical activities earlier so it feels good to feel the droplets of hot water falling down on your shoulders. You are so preoccupied by the shower that you didn't even hear the bathroom door open and close, and you also didn't hear the sound of the curtain pulling back. Only when his hands wrapped around your middle and pulled you backwards against him did you react.

3. Body to Body - bf!Mingi x Reader x new friend!Mark The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the couch as you shifted your weight. You were alone—again. Mingi had been gone for weeks, swallowed up by his busy schedule: recording sessions, dance practices, late-night meetings with producers. You understood, of course. Being an idol wasn’t just a job; it was a lifestyle. But that didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear.

4. Miracle Worker - fiance!Johnny x reader x new bf!Jaehyun "Oh, come on," you rolled your eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel. You had been stuck in traffic for about an hour, and you barely budged from your spot. What the hell was going on to cause this traffic? You pushed a few buttons on the infotainment screen of your car, hearing the echoes of ringing. "Hey boss," the voice of your male assistant said enthusiastically on the other line. "Are you here yet?" "Jisung-ah, I'm stuck in traffic. I have no idea what time I'll get into the office," you muttered, letting out a small groan. "This is complete torture."

5. When I Fall (part 2) - bf!Jongho x reader Taeho’s sharp voice cut through the quiet of the morning, pulling you from the haze of fatigue that had settled over you.  "You look... unwell," he said, his tone more accusatory than concerned. His eyes narrowed as he studied you from across the breakfast table. The nausea that had become a constant companion churned in your stomach, but you forced yourself to sit straighter, to avoid giving him any further reason to scrutinize you. “I’m fine,” you replied, your voice steady despite the lie.  You took a sip of water, hoping it would settle the unease bubbling up inside you. But Taeho wasn’t convinced. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze piercing, as if he could see right through your carefully constructed facade.

6. Across The Galaxies - idol!Hyunsik x reader He couldn't help but admire the way the stars made you shine as you greeted the folks back on the space hub after a successful mission. You looked worse for wear; all of you did, really. Your squad mates, now relieved of their duties, wandered off in different directions, headed back to wherever they needed to go, hoping that by tomorrow, things would be back to normal, that you could put the memories of battle behind you and get on with your life.

7. Off The Page - writer!Doyoung x reader "So you're telling me," you started, staring at him from across the table, "that you're Kim Dohye? The bestselling author and romance novelist of Sweet Kisses?" Kim Doyoung coughed into his closed fist, his cheek dusting with a light blush, looking almost irritated with you for some reason. "Yes. If you don't mind, could you please keep your voice down?" he murmured in a voice you could only describe as adorable, albeit embarrassed. He adjusted his hood over his head, further shadowing the small cafe where the two of you had met up for lunch.

8. Roses - stranger!Jaehyun x reader You thought you were having such a shitty Valentine's Day when the man you had been seeing for years broke up with you, leaving you standing in the rain like a fool. The bouquet of roses that he gifted you before blurting out, "It's over," remained clenched in your numb, icy hands as you watched him get into a taxi with another woman, no doubt leaving you for her. What went wrong? What did you do? All these thoughts and questions swarmed inside your mind, and there were no answers anywhere to be found. You looked at the roses in your hand before sighing and carelessly throwing them to the ground, the petals scattering around your feet and getting wet from the rain. A miserable whimper left your lips, tears welling up in your eyes before being indistinguishable from the rain on your face.

9. Baby Don't Stop - old flame!Johnny x reader "Hottie alert!" your friend darts her eyes in the direction of the man that just walked into the gym, but you ignore her gaze and keep running at your current speed, steadily jogging on the treadmill.  It's as if your sole purpose for existing is just to get the hell on a treadmill every day and then promptly leave. You start slowing down, your mind beginning to wander as the smell of sweat and metal engulfs your senses, and your feet pounding the black material begin to slow until the belt under your feet comes to a full halt.

10. Be Mine (Part 1) - stalker!Yunho x reader He stood in the shadows, looking up into your window, for the fifth night. Your neighbors were out, their car idling in their driveway, leaving him unobserved. You, too, were unaware of his presence, busy getting fucked, face first in the sheets.

first line tag game

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rules: post the first line(s) from the last ten fics you've updated or posted (or however many fics you have, if less than ten).

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1. Toxic — ex bf!Seungcheol x reader "😏" You knew this was a bad idea. You had no business texting Seungcheol in the middle of Seungkwan’s party that you were both at, especially while he was sitting next to his girlfriend. Unfortunately for you, he looked good as hell, wearing those gold-rimmed glasses that you liked and his usual black shirt and grey sweats combo. You were nothing short of turned on and didn’t mind being the toxic ex for the night. Fuck it, we ball, right?

2. You had a very long day — boyfriend!Wonwoo x reader You had a very long day. You had a deadline to meet at work and your boss was on everyone's coattails to make sure it was met. He yelled, screamed and threatened to fire the whole dept by the end of the day. You were frustrated, annoyed and need to release some stress.

3. Stupid Cupid — best friend!Vernon x reader You are in love with Hansol. Hopelessly, stupidly, trip over your feet when he’s around, butterflies in your stomach kind of love. He’s everything you could want in a guy and your best friend, someone you can just chill with no expectations. You both love Star Wars, attend anime cons together, and are allergic to peanuts. You share a home with him and it feels like home in your heart when he’s near. You’re in love with Hansol. There is only one problem: he has an on-and-off girlfriend. A girlfriend you particularly hate.

4. Loving Jun Is Fun — boyfriend!Jun x reader Loving Jun is fun. He always keeps you on your toes; you never know what’s going on in that head of his. He’s a bit awkward, weird even, but you like that. He is your favorite person.

5. Fated Strut pt. i — greek god!Jeonghan x model!reader Golden light filters through your curtains, casting soft shadows that dance across the room. The scent of something sweet—honey and vanilla—lingers in the air, pulling at the edges of your consciousness. Everything feels so real and vivid, so alive. There is a haze in the light that looks nostalgic. You are sitting on a kline, handcrafted by Hephaestus himself, weaving away with a ball of twine in your hands. The clatter of sandals against the hard floor gets your attention. Looking up, Jeonghan is standing there, his blonde hair shimmering in the light, with a playful smile on his lips. “Shouldn’t be off delivering those messages to the mortals?” You tease him playfully. “They can wait,” he says, setting down his bag. “I have more pressing matters to attend to.”

6. Here's To Forever — fiance!Soonyoung x journalist!reader “I love you.” You rub Soonyoung’s hand with your thumb as he holds back tears, standing before the officiant, his football coach. You just married the love of your life and best friend in front of your family and friends on a large farm in the country. You exchanged heartfelt vows in front of one hundred people on the estate, with the birds singing in the sky and the geese swimming happily in the lake. So far, this day has been nothing short of magical, with those six little words sealing the deal. “You may now kiss the bride.”

7. Legal Briefs — lawyer!Dokyeom x wife!reader Dokyeom is one of the most prominent corporate lawyers in your country, and you understand how hard he works daily to maintain that reputation. You were a lawyer when you met him, so you know the ins and outs of the legalities and how stressful it can be defending clients. Your first time seeing him was at a kickboxing gym you both frequented and then on the opposite end of the court, duking it out to protect your clients involved in a breach of contract. You may have won that battle, but in the end, Dokyeom won your heart, and you left the corporate life behind to be a housewife.

8. F.U.C.K. — ex bf!Seungcheol x reader It’s complicated. Your Facebook relationship status has been that way for over a year. If someone asked, you wouldn’t know how to define your relationship with Seungcheol. You can’t say you’re just friends when the love is still there, but you can’t stay together longer to just work. Something happens, and you argue and split up. Months, sometimes years, can go by, and you feel like you’ve finally moved on, but all he has to do is call, or you have an itch that needs scratching, and there he is, ready to make it go away.

9. More Thank You Know — werewolf!Vernon x reader Taking naps with Vernon had become one of your favorite pastimes. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, his hand conveniently placed on your butt so he could wake up and grab it whenever he liked. His scent was warm, with a hint of spice that left you feeling invigorated around him. He brought a stillness to your spirit, a light to your soul like a burning candle in the dark. You could depend on him; he had never let you down. He was the perfect guy. There’s just one problem: he is a werewolf.

10. Middle Of The Night — ex bf!San x reader It’s 2:06 a.m., and you can’t sleep. Your body is restless, your mind thinking of a million things per second, your heart beating fast as you hold your phone. You send him a four-worded text message, knowing it’s not a good idea. But your body wants what it wants. Can you come over? You set your phone down, pacing back and forth in your room for the weekend as you await his response. When it comes to love and stupidity, it goes hand in hand for you. San isn’t the guy that you can be with long-term. You’ve been there, done that many times, yet when it’s late and you feel lonely, he’s the first person you call. Your phone buzzes a few minutes later, and you eagerly read his response. You don’t need to ask. I’m on my way.

[chloe-the-ice-queen]

This Doesn’t Mean We’re Friends - Ch. 2

Hey guys! Another chapter done and posted, I hope y’all enjoy it!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, I probably won’t cap it unless I really need to :)

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Marinette and Chloe rode in the Bourgeois limo from Marinette's bakery to the Grand Paris. Chloe filled her in on what to expect and what to do. "I'll be with you most of the time, so I can tell you who to steer clear of, and who you should try to talk to. I'll try to introduce you to a few people I know would be interested in your designs. You made that dress, right?"

"Yeah, designed and created it from scratch." Chloe eyed Marinette's dress appreciatively. It was tastefully made, the dark blue complementing the girl's dark hair and bluebell eyes. The top was halter-style, with a high neckline and no sleeves. It fit Marinette's form, with rhinestones glittering on her torso. The bottom half of her dress was long and elegant, falling loosely to the floor, the front hem higher than the back, showing off Marinette's silver heels. It wasn't half bad. 

It was actually quite impressive, as most of Marinette's designs were. She had upgraded from her normal pink capris and grey cardigan outfit after Lila had come back to school, transitioning to a more stylish, modern look. But this dress was nothing less than gorgeous on the small girl, but wasn't overly classy and overdone like some dresses she was sure to see throughout the night. It looked nice, but it didn't look like she was showing off, which Chloe could appreciate.

Chloe herself wore a sleek, sleeveless yellow dress that highlighted her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Chloe's hair flowed freely around her shoulders, curled and styled, while Marinette had hers up in an elegant bun, with loose curls framing her face. Together, the two girls contrasted each other, but the stark differences went well together. 

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, paparazzi and reporters swarmed the red carpet, bombarding the famous partygoers.

"They shouldn't be too interested in us, but just ignore them." Chloe advised Marinette, before opening her door and sliding out of the car. Marinette slipped out behind her, adjusting to the flashing of cameras and the buzz of conversation. She shut the door behind her, and joined Chloe in walking up the front steps.

Just going to the event was sure to bring her some recognition, especially accompanied by Chloe, but she wasn't too worried about being bombarded by paparazzi. Only a few reporters bothered them, and as instructed, Marinette tuned them out.

Once they entered the ballroom, the chatter became more of a dull roar. Chloe greeted a few people mingling just inside the doorway, before they were accosted by a very familiar voice. Adrien, who was dragging a disgruntled Lila along behind him. "Hey guys! It's nice to see you here!" Adrien enthused. 

"I'm sure." Chloe said, unamused. "Now if you don't mind, we need to-"

"I thought that you could introduce us to some of your friends here, Chloe. That way Lila can make some new friends-" Adrien interrupted. Lila suddenly looked interested in their conversation. 

"Well, since we know how many connections Lila has, I'm sure she doesn't need me to introduce her to anyone." Said Chloe. 

"Don't be like that Chl-"

"Chloe!!" Someone near them half shouted, turning the heads of people around them. A boy around their age was walking over to them, waving. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not. It's been a while." 

"Henri!" Chloe said, looking entirely amused. "I haven't spoken to you since that party in London."

"I doubt either of us will ever be invited to that again." Henri said, making Chloe laugh. Now that he was closer, Marinette studied him. He was very handsome, objectively, of course. The kind of easy beauty that makes you want to laugh or cry. He had dark brown curls, and kind brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. When he glanced at her, she felt her face flush a little. Chloe and the stranger, Henri, traded stories and jokes for a minute, while the other three observed. Adrien seemed to recognize the newcomer, and Lila was waiting for her chance to jump into the conversation.

"Now," his voice was quieter, teasing, but making sure the other three heard him as well. "You should introduce me to your very pretty friend here. I don't believe I've seen her at any of your events before." He smirked at Chloe, who rolled her eyes. 

"This is-"

"Lila, nice to meet you." The green eyed girl said, sticking out her hand, which he ignored, looking at her with annoyance and slight disbelief, if Marinette had to guess.

Chloe seemed taken aback, "This is Marinette, an amazing up-and-coming designer who my mother and Gabriel Agreste have both scouted for their brands." She turned to Marinette, "This is my friend Henri, his parents are both models and his mother is a designer my mother has collaborated with. I'm sure the two of you have quite a lot in common, so why don't we go find a table to chat?"

"Why don't we come with you? You know that I happen to be friends with quite a few designers and models myself, I might be able to give some input." Lila said, while Adrien, who had been looking angry at Chloe, perked up. 

He and his date began to follow the trio, when Chloe said, "Sorry, you two, but my mom reserved a table just for three. And I'm sure Lila can get you guys seats next to someone much more important anyways." She grabbed Marinette and pulled her along with her to a table near the front, Henri following behind them.

"Adrien's gotten worse since last time." The boy remarked as they sat down.

Marinette looked at him disapprovingly, when Chloe responded, "I agree. I thought it was just because of his dad, but his social skills have somehow become even worse since he started going to school."

Marinette looked surprised. Probably because she felt surprised. Didn't Chloe like Adrien? Wasn't he her best friend? Maybe they had a falling out, or maybe Chloe had stopped liking Adrien for the same reason Marinette had. Whatever the case, they could all agree on one thing. 

"That girl is nasty." Henri said. "Do you know her?"

Marinette and Chloe looked at each other. "Unfortunately," Chloe supplied. "She's in our class."

"Ah, my apologies. Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marinette. If you're as good as Chloe said, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around more."

Marinette smiled as Chloe said, "She is quite talented. She made the dress she's wearing."

The bluenette looked at her shoes under the table. "Ah, an excellent designer then. I'll be sure to mention you to my parents when I get the chance. In the meantime, though, Chloe, I need to be going. I need to talk to a few people before I head out, it was good to see you again." 

The three stood, and Henri turned and hugged Chloe, and then turned to Marinette. She smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Henri."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure." Henri said, and took Marinette's hand, kissing the back of her knuckles lightly, his eyes teasing. Marinette laughed, blushing slightly. 

The trio separated, Chloe pulling Marinette off to meet other people.

Through the entire interaction, two pairs of green eyes watched the small group from across the room. One filled with jealousy, one with annoyance and maybe a little sadness too.

----

Throughout the night, Chloe introduced Marinette to dozens of people. A few designers, models, artists, business moguls, celebrities, you name it. In return, Marinette stayed with Chloe and endured tedious conversations she had to engage in for her parents' sake. Chloe would never admit it, but having the baker girl there was nice, it made the evening slightly less unbearable. 

For the bluenette, it was great exposure into the fashion world. She got to meet several of her idols and make connections with influential people. People started to hear about her designs, many of them admired the dress she wore that showcased her budding talent.

Style Queen herself was thrilled to see her there. Chloe had let her mother know who she was bringing once Marinette was invited, of course, but Audrey was still happy to see her favorite young designer.

At the end of the evening, Marinette and Chloe rode back to the Dupain-Cheng bakery together. When the limo pulled to a stop, Marinette started to get out, then paused. "Thank you so much for everything Chloe. I know you don't like me much, but tonight was so much fun and I'm so grateful that you introduced me to so many people. And thank you for inviting me to come with you, even if it was just to tick off Lila." Marinette gushed, honestly honored by Chloe's thoughtfulness, even if it was caused by spite.

"Yeah whatever, you're welcome Dupain-Cheng, this doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" Chloe grumbled.

Marinette smiled. "Good night, Chloe." She closed the door before Chloe could respond, and walked into the bakery. 

----

When Marinette went to bed that night, she went to sleep with a happy buzz in her chest, Tikki nestled beside her on the pillow. 

Alrighty then, I guess that’s Chapter 2 done! I hope y’all liked it!! And that should also be the end of these super short chapters, the next one will definitely be a lot longer, and will hopefully be posted sometime tomorrow?? I love you guys, thanks for all your support!

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𝗹𝘂𝘃𝗯𝗼𝘁. ─  19 [ send toe pics. ]          𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 631 𝒕𝒘. mentions of alcohol consumption. ──────────

sweaty bodies with barely any space in between. blaring music. glittering lights. parties were never your thing, per se.

to be frank, you’d much rather spend the friday night cooped up in your dorm room watching some crime documentary that’ll most likely keep you up at night incredibly paranoid. yet, here you are, stranded in the midst of a frat house with a red, solo cup in hand.

you blame jake, of course.

where the fuck is jake, anyways? you push yourself through what seems like endless amounts of people in a daze, trying to navigate through the dim darkness. knowing your friends, they’re probably already batshit drunk. you groan at the thought of unwillingly being designated driver. jake sim, once i get my hands on you, you’re dead meat.

you continue to slide in between tipsy partygoers, until you safely reach a quiet corner. scrolling through your list of contacts, you dial heeseung's number. luckily, he picks up; unluckily though, you can practically smell the stench of vodka coming from his end of the line. "oh my god! it's yn! my favourite person. how are you, yn? did you know that i love you? no homo," he slurs. “heeseung,” you hiss into the speaker of your phone. “where are you guys?”

heeseung doesnt seem like he’s paying much attention, “huh? what’d you say, yn? you love me, too? gee, thanks!” you sigh and try again, “i asked where you guys are.”

“yn, i gotta go! someone just offered me one hundred dollars to show them my toes!” beep. heeseung has just hung up on you. lean against the cool wall, and rub your temples. this is going to be an excruciatingly long night. you take a long swig of your pink lemonade, vodka jungle juice.

"yn?"

alarmed at the sound of someone calling your name, you immediately straighten your slouch and your head darts up. "sunghoon?"

you breathe a long, steady sigh of relief at the familiar face. “hi! when’d you get here?” you ask. he shrugs, “about ten minutes ago? i think jungwon, jay and niki are in the back, though.” oh right, jungwon is suppose to be here. you mentally berate yourself for nearly forgetting the only reason why you decided to show up to the party.

you almost suggest to look for them, but proceed to remember how wasted heeseung is at the moment. "hee is pretty drunk right now, so i was planning on looking for him," you sigh. "oh, heeseung? i think he's upstairs, right now. i'm pretty sure that he's with jake--" sunghoon pauses for a moment. "though, jake is pretty wasted right now, too."

"seriously?" you groan and sunghoon chuckles. "here, i'll help you look for them," he offers. you swear that you can see a bright halo is floating atop sunghoon's head; he has to be an angel in disguise, or something.

"that would be great, thanks."

you proceed to walk towards the carpeted staircase, with sunghoon in tow. the two of you make your way up the second floor and continue your search for your friends. "last time i saw them, they were in here. they might've left though," sunghoon remarks, nodding towards a door that's been left slightly ajar. "let's go check it out."

you mentally compose yourself for the scene that you're about to witness. though, no amount of preparation could possibly prepare you for what you were about to see.

when you push open the wooden door, you aren't met with the sight of jake groveling on the floor nor heeseung passed out on the pool table. instead, you spot sunoo tightly grabbing jungwon by the collar.

ah, this is going to be a long night indeed.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆.    ever since the day you accidentally screwed over yang jungwon’s course selection during freshmen year, you were pretty sure the guy disliked (if not absolutely hated) you. after several failed, uncomfortable attempts to get jungwon to forgive you, you settled that it would be much easier if the feelings remained mutual. thus, you avoided him at all costs! you treated him as if he had something along the lines of a nasty case of the bubonic plague. surprisingly, it went pretty well… until you ended up seated next to yang jungwon in a cramped lecture hall. oh boy, did i mention that you also have a group project to do with him? ah yes, these next three weeks will be fun.

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it ends with laughter (chapter 1)

i--uh--don’t know where this came from, but mostly, i really needed to answer the question of “what does law think of nami,” which quickly morphed into “what does law think of the straw hats,” and now i have this lmao. 

Summary: law spends a gratuitous amount of time with the straw hats and no, they are not friends--what would even give you that idea? [post-punk hazard and on]

Rating: K+ (so far)

Pairing: Law/Nami

Genre: Family / Hurt&Comfort / Romance (and just because i know myself so well, there will probably be angst at some point)

Also posted to AO3

It ends with laughter—as things tend to when the Straw Hats are involved.

A party is thrown, rich ale is shared, and countless bodies scatter across the space with cathartic ease. Even the marines find themselves cracking jokes and swaying lightly to the sound of a lively guitar, habitual animosity sliding farther and farther out of their reach in the face of such unexpected camaraderie.

Trafalgar D. Water Law is one exception to the joyous atmosphere. He is, however, not the only exception.

Vice Admiral Smoker sips begrudgingly at the steaming puddle of broth in his bowl, his permanent scowl etching deep lines into his forehead. After their brief conversation—ending in a silent truce neither care to outline—a resigned sort of silence fills the air between them. The two men seem determined to distance themselves from the rambunctious activity around them, eyes narrowed in judgment and twin frowns marring their expressions to ward off any drunken bystander.

Their combined hostility almost works. Most of the pirates and marines catch one glimpse of their foul moods and give them a wide berth, with the giant girl and the Straw Hat’s tiny doctor being the only ones to approach them so far. But even they beat a hasty retreat after Law had reluctantly accepted their peace offering of food.

And yet, Law can’t bring himself to care about the anxiety he gives them when his own crew is miles away and Doflamingo continues to rule from his bloody throne.

Just the thought of the man’s heinous smile is enough to make his blood boil. The churning bitterness is a good reminder that he’s not here to make friends.

“Smo—” As if summoned by his line of thinking, a hand comes flying in from his peripheral, rocketing past the tip of Law’s nose and burying itself in the collar of the older man sitting beside him, “—key!”

There’s a split second where Law locks eyes with Smoker, a mirror image of his own shock, before the rest of Luffy’s body comes sailing after his fist. The marine seems to gather his senses seconds before impact, his form erupting in a thick cloud of smoke that sends the young captain barreling straight through into a pile of snow.

Unfortunately, this does nothing to dampen the boy’s cheerful mood, and he merely bounces back to his feet to beg Smoker to ‘please please please join them for a song—it’s a really good one, I promise—have you heard of Bink’s Brew?’

Physically exhausted and mentally at the end of his rope, Law takes this as his cue to find a new hiding spot. Preferably somewhere far, far away from the Straw Hat’s captain. He quietly crunches his way through the fresh snow, swerving several times to avoid being splashed with beer from careless soldiers or elbowed in the face by dancing partygoers. How any of them have the energy to celebrate after the events of the last few days is beyond him.

He finds a semi-peaceful spot close to the fire but away from the drunken adults and settles down with his back against a crate full of supplies. Fully intending to drift off and sleep to pass the time, he crosses his arms and closes his eyes, attempting to tune out the sounds of revelry before him.

“I found her! I found her!”

“No, this one’s her!”

“Ah, over here!”

His eyebrow ticks at the sound of childish giggles and the pattering of feet. Someone stumbles over his long legs in their haste, not even bothering to apologize. Irritated, he finally cracks one eye open to see what all the fuss is about, only to furrow his brow in confusion.

There are copies of the Straw Hat’s navigator everywhere.

Some are clearly warped—her figure altered to be shorter, rounder, straighter—but others are nearly identical to the woman herself, and Law scrutinizes them closely from under the brim of his hat. How…how is that possible?

The children they’d rescued from Caesar’s clutches run around gleefully, their hands outstretched to chase after the various doubles and catch the real one. But over and over, their grubby little paws pass completely through her body, disrupting the copy until it fizzles into nothing.

The long-nosed sniper stands amidst the chaos, a wide grin stretched across his face as he purposefully misleads the children with an ‘aha! that’s her real hair, i’m sure of it!’ or a ‘hurry, she’s hijacking Franky Tank!’

He hears a melodic laugh to his right and startles a bit, though he tries to play it off. When he looks up, she’s there (the real her, he’s pretty sure), half-hiding behind the crate he’s leaned against with a knowing look in her eye.

He expects her to say something, to attempt conversation with him the way she would with her own crew. However, she only gives him a wink and then returns her attention to the silly game she’s engaged all the children in. After a moment, Law follows suit, content to sit by her as long as she’s quiet.

When he looks back, Usopp has successfully wrangled Franky into the fray, the two of them chasing the children while a Nami-clone stands atop the robot’s tank and orders them around with gestures befitting a dictator.

“YOW. Lord Nami has overtaken my super brain! Prepare for total annihilation!” The large man rolls around the fire, scooping wayward children up into his arms two at a time and holding them captive in his lap. They belly laugh as he twirls them around, tossing them into the air only to catch them once again.

Usopp skids to a halt and puffs out his chest, his goggles tightly in place as he points a thumb at his chest and declares, “Have no fear—Pirate King Usopp is here to save you!”

He quickly loads a snowball into his slingshot and pelts it straight at the robot’s face. Franky freezes, wheels coming to a hard stop as the clump of snow sticks to the cold metal of his nose. His round eyes narrow into slivers and he raises his massive hand to point directly at the sniper.

“My minions—charge!”

And then, suddenly, the space is filled with snowballs being flung left and right. The initial game of hide and seek is quickly forgotten as a snowball flies straight through the remaining clone, dispersing it into the atmosphere.

Law moves his head sharply to the side as one smacks straight into the side of the crate where his face had been. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and moves to brush off the debris on his shoulder when a second projectile hits him square on the chest.

Determined to find some peace amidst the idiocy of it all, he stands to begin the search for a new place of refuge. The sound of a suppressed giggle stops him in his tracks, and he turns to give her a dark glare.

She only laughs louder, undaunted by his moodiness, and pushes off the crate to join the rowdy group.

As she passes by, she waves a hand and says, “Luffy’s finishing the leftovers from Sanji-kun’s dinner.”

He blinks for a moment, confused, then relaxes as he realizes what she’s really saying. The other captain will be too preoccupied with gorging himself on food to bother him for the time being. He debates thanking her, but she’s already walked off to join Usopp and Franky, one hand spinning her baton over and over.

For whatever reason, Law hesitates, observing the odd trio as they continue to humor the children. While being far from the wildest thing he’s seen pirates do, it certainly isn’t normal behavior for a group of high-seas criminals.

Despite what the Straw Hats had originally accused him of, Law never approved of Caesar’s schemes for the kids—but he also hadn’t planned on ever addressing the issue himself. It was simply an unfortunate circumstance, a moral blip on his radar.

He studies the three crew members. He notices their gentle hands and soft smiles—their attentive eyes watching carefully for any sign of tears or pain—the way they shake off their own exhaustion for the sole purpose of bringing thirty-minutes of joy to a few dozen children.

Law has a quick mind—one that rarely rests—and before he can even attempt to stop it, the correlation is made and a picture of Corazon flashes across his mind’s eye.

A familiar sensation stings the corners of his eyes, but he only blinks hard once, twice, and resolutely turns away from the merry scene.

He thinks that—just maybe—he’s in way over his head.

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[inscrutable-shadow]

Possessive

more of reality and his trinket.

also on ao3!

He was staring again, he could tell. He just couldn't help it. Reality was absolutely enamored with his trinket. To say that he was surprised wouldn't be accurate, of course he had good taste, he was Reality. What he hadn't expected was the rush of pride he felt while watching his trinket work a social gathering. The human prince easily navigated the complex fae social conventions and didn't even need help avoiding any verbal trickery he was tested with. Everyone who spoke with him was impressed with his skill, and Reality absorbed every drop of praise as if it had been meant for him. It had him walking on air all evening and alleviated the usual soul-sucking boredom of entertaining his father's guests.

It wasn't a large party. Merely a precursor to his trinket's debut ball next week, a warmup to avoid any major errors on the big day when so many more eyes would be watching. Not that it was needed, that dazzling smile that had so charmed Reality was even more effective on empty-headed partygoers. Reality would be surprised if his trinket needed his help at all, though he wasn't foolish enough to abandon a human he actually liked to the whims of Summer Court fae[1]. He'd remain close at hand and watch the show.

"Can I help you, my lord?" his trinket asked innocently. Right, he'd been staring.

"Only admiring my prize, trinket. You are quite the charmer. Not every human would be so comfortable amongst all of these fae."

"Oh, it's nothing." The young prince blushed and buried his face in his wine glass. "I'm used to doing this same sort of thing at home. If anything, it's easier, fey social customs are strictly regimented and each social cue has a specific expected response. It turns a conversation into a dance, a puzzle that I take pleasure in unravelling." Reality loved it when he did that. He could listen to his trinket talk for hours about culture and philosophy, but it was difficult to draw him out and get him to speak, he was so afraid of being boring. To Reality, his trinket could never be boring.

"You have noticed them testing you, I am sure. Lord Ó Conaire attempted twice to take your name."

"I did think it rather bold of him to try that in front of you."

It had been, and Reality had certainly made a note of the disrespect, subtle though it had been. "Mm. I would have stepped in if you had needed me, but you handled it well enough on your own."

There was that smile again. "Thank you, my lord. I made sure to study up. At home, I was always being tested, and mostly by those who disliked me already and would contrive any means for me to fail. Here, where those I meet haven't yet formed an opinion of me, I have an advantage I shouldn't squander. A good first impression sets me up in a better tactical position for the future."

"You, trinket, think like a fae."

"I think like a prince, my lord." What a response! Oh, how Reality adored his trinket. He was just flawless in every way. Nowhere could he have found a better prize than the one he held in his hands now.

Unfortunately, one person always knew when to show up to ruin Reality's good mood. "Divines preserve us, it's Delphinia. Prepare yourself, trinket."

"Your cousin, the one that you hate?"

"Yes, that one, now hush! Ah, Lady Delphinia, What a pleasure." Reality's bright courtesan's grin had a manic edge to it.

Delphinia's answering smile was tamer but no less fake. "Prince Reality. Good to see you out of season[2]. So this is your fiancé? He's taller than I expected."

"Yes. This is my favorite trinket." Reality rested a hand on his trinket's shoulder and was pleased when the human prince relaxed under the touch. "Trinket, meet Lady Delphinia Fiothrey, Duchess of the Eastern Vale."

"Pleasure to meet you, Duchess. I am known as Prince Thanatos of House Iuventus. Your presence is welcome, and the willingness to help me integrate that your people have shown me warms my heart." Still on guard against the loss of his name. How adorable.

Delphinia curtsied. "Prince Thanatos. Welcome to the Court of Estival Splendor. Though your time here may be short, I hope you will find it meaningful." Swinging right out of the gate, I see, Reality thought. Opening with a jab at the human's short lifespan was certainly a choice. "Allow me to introduce the Viscount Odhràn Duibh, he's been visiting my court and relished the opportunity to visit the royal estate."

"And what an estate it is! I consider myself blessed to have been invited to see it," the viscount blustered, and Reality immediately stopped paying attention. The dance of politeness between people who didn't know and didn't like each other was so tedious it bored him to tears. He sparked a bit of magic between his fingers to keep himself entertained.

This continued for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. One sentence in particular, spoken by Duibh, brought him back to the conversation."It's too bad you're otherwise engaged. I'd love to add a pretty thing like you to my court."

Reality seethed. The pride he'd been feeling before curdled inside of him and turned to jealousy. The human prince was his trinket, how dare this man even think of taking him away, let alone speak that thought even in jest? His magic shifted inside of him, wondering if it was needed, but he shoved it down. His trinket had this under control, and his mother would make it a whole thing if he lost his temper at a social event again.

"How are you with languages, boy? Your Fae is excellent, are you pursuing other studies?" That sounded conversational, but the tacit "for a human" was clear. As well spoken as the young prince was, his consonants were clumsy and he regularly stressed the wrong syllables. Anyone could hear it. The "polite" lie was just an insult to his intelligence.

"Oh, please, I'm not fluent yet. My best languages are the Northland and Southland human languages[3], though, as you can tell, I'm conversational in Faerà, and I've been studying the Dragontongue. My aim is to be able to write poetry in all four. I've quite a long way to go."

"What a well-educated young prince!" Delphinia said snidely. "Divines know his Highness couldn't hope to write poetry in four languages."

"He ought to use you as a scribe. With a head for words and politics like yours, you'd do well with a scroll and ink by the throne." The Viscount's expression evoked a merchant haggling, a vulture circling. Reality knew that look and he did not appreciate it.

Delphinia tittered vapidly. "Yes, when he gets tired of you, you're always welcome at my estate. You'd look a dream in purple and white."

The jealousy caught and flared into rage. How dare they imply he didn't take care of his toys? How dare they imply a lack of education and intelligence on his part[4] while simultaneously saying his trinket was fit for no more than to be a servant? To talk of putting him in livery of all things, when he should wear nothing less than the finest of silks? And, chief among these, how dare they talk about taking his trinket away from him? The human prince belonged to Reality and no other, and he'd be damned before he let anyone else lay a finger on him.

Reality's magic churned inside of him, and his hand tightened on his trinket's shoulder. They just wouldn't stop pushing. The young prince's eloquent deflections were losing steam under the onslaught. "Again, I-I'm sure my lord has duties for me to perform here, I couldn't possibly get away…" Duibh reached for the prince's hand and he stepped back in search of safety, bumping into Reality's chest. He looked up into Reality's eyes, the careful mask of politeness falling away into a look like a startled deer. "M-my lord?" Help me, those eyes pleaded, and Reality saw red.

"Enough." The word hung heavy in the air, or maybe that was the magic that filled the space around them. A rumble of thunder sounded outside, and heads began to turn in their direction. Those who lived in the palace were well aware what that sound meant for Reality's mood, but Delphinia and the viscount didn't have the same kind of experience to tell them what would come next. "Leave him."

"We were only teasing him, Reality, nothing was meant by it," Delphinia began, sensing she may have made a mistake of some kind, but no halfhearted apology would save her from Reality now.

"My trinket is not yours to tease. He is mine, and I will decide his activities and where he goes. You are distressing him."

Duibh wasn't as cognizant. "If he's distressed by a light verbal sally, becoming a prince of the Fae might be a bit much for him. He's only human, after all."

Reality's eyes flashed and a single pulse of magic rippled outward from him, ruffling his trinket's and Delphinia's hair. The viscount wasn't as lucky. Where he'd once stood, the wave of power peeled the layers away until all that remained was a plain moth fluttering confusedly toward the chandeliers on the ceiling. Reality wove copper and glass from the aether into a lantern and imprisoned the wayward insect within.

"Hear me." Reality spoke, and all eyes turned toward him as his voice resonated through the room. "This human belongs to me. You will treat him as a prince of the realm, with all of the deference and respect that entails. Let this man be your example." He held the lantern aloft so that it could be seen by all. "This is the consequence for allowing one's tongue to run free. I expect you all to exercise proper judgement in this matter."

"Y-You… turned him into…" His trinket was shaking, and Reality felt a little bad about it, but that feeling wasn't as prominent as the way his magic rattled the bars of its cage, begging him to use more of it. That wouldn't do.

"Yes. Hold this, would you, trinket?" He handed the prince the lantern. "And come with me, I need to vent the rest of this energy." His chest itched with the seething magic inside of him, that miniscule display of power hadn't been nearly enough. He stalked off toward his training ground behind the palace, Where he could use his abilities mostly freely.

His trinket, after a moment's startled hesitation, followed him wordlessly, and he felt a pang of victorious satisfaction.

---

Reality's training ground was more accurately described as a containment zone. At the bottom of an abandoned quarry lay an assortment of wooden training dummies, as singed and scorched as the surrounding stone. Reality spent much time here during his adolescence, and though his control over his power was much better now than it had been, he still used the site often.

His trinket looked around in fascination. "Is this where you go to be alone?"

"Mm. I need not fear harming others inadvertently so far from the court. I come when the divinity is restless, so that I may use up more power than I could otherwise. If you require solitude, it is free for your use as well, though you may encounter me, which I imagine defeats the purpose." He also came out here when the magic tangled up in his stomach and made him sick, or after a particularly frightening incarnation scare[5], if he wasn't too exhausted to leave his bed. He couldn't let anyone know he struggled. It would only alarm them, he could handle it on his own. He always had.

Now, though, that feeling in his stomach wasn't nausea, only bubbling rage. "Set that down over there and step back, will you?" he instructed his trinket, indicating a wooden block about sixty paces away that he often used for target practice. He stripped off his doublet and replaced it with one of the lighter training shirts he kept in a nearby chest. He didn't miss the way the human prince stared.

"W-What are you going to do to him?"

"I'm going to frighten him so badly he'll have nightmares about me for two-and-a half centuries.[6]" He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. By the Divines, he was going to enjoy this. He so rarely was permitted to act on an emotion he truly felt.

His trinket had other plans. "Haven't you scared him enough? You turned him into a moth, I don't think he'll be mouthing off to you again anytime soon." the prince hugged the lantern to his chest almost protectively.

Reality sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's not as if I could leave him that way. Mother would throw a fit. And I have to do something about the level of comfort some have with disrespecting me to my face."

"I can handle a few unkind words, you don't have to—"

"This is not about you!" Reality snapped. His magic fizzed, and he suppressed a shudder of discomfort. "You belong to me. Your actions and others' opinions of you reflect on me. And I am not some common faery bound by the laws of courtesy to accept any insult sufficiently veiled. I am the Prince of Verdure, and I have not only the power but the responsibility to maintain the honor of my house by whatever means I find necessary." He snatched the lantern from his trinket's hands and set it on the block himself. "Now, stay out of the way. You are prettier undamaged."

His trinket was still talking, but Reality ignored him, focused on lining up his shots and deploying his energy barriers to prevent the insect from being destroyed by the shockwaves. A little concussive force should be enough to remind Duibh who he was dealing with. He conjured a bead of compressed flame, one of his favorite spells, and launched it. The explosion was spectacular, detonating a meter to the right of its target, and Reality allowed himself a laugh and the rage to fizzle out into elation. The lantern shuddered, but Reality knew what he was doing. He wouldn't break it.

A second shot, then a third. Reality shook his shoulders to loosen them, getting into a rhythm. It was just as he'd loosed the fifth spell that he heard his trinket shout "No! I won't let you kill him!" and saw him lunge for the lantern. It was too late to call the magic back. Reality acted on instinct, grabbing at his trinket's arm and yanking him backwards away from the explosion, which hit exactly where it was meant to. The lantern, and the fae-moth within, remained intact.

There was a moment of silence, both of them just standing in shock, but once he was sure his trinket was alive, Reality had space to be angry. "Divines preserve us, what possessed you to do a thing like that? I could have killed you! Your faith in my control is flattering but unfounded—" He stopped. It took him a moment to identify the sound that had given him pause as stifled sobs. Why was his trinket crying? "T-Trinket? Are you unwell? I did not mean to… frighten you…"

The red mark that sprang up on his trinket's pale skin was distinctly hand-shaped, and no one would be able to mistake those long fingers as belonging to anyone but Reality. His heart dropped. He had forgotten his strength, forgotten how fragile humans were. He'd always had a habit of breaking his toys. He'd promised his father he'd be careful with this one, but the hurt and betrayal in those crimson eyes, welling with tears, told him everything he needed to know about his failure. The human prince tucked the injured arm against his body and stumbled wordlessly off toward the palace. Reality didn't follow. He turned back toward the lantern and let off another salvo of spells.

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[1] The fae of each of the seasonal courts have a tendency toward a particular temperament. Summer Court fae like the Fiothreys are the capricious tricksters of human folklore, as likely to bless as to curse and more concerned with what will entertain them than the wellbeing of others or the structural integrity of their surroundings. They won't go out of their way at all, whether to help or to hurt. A human's best defense is to be politely boring, so that they are bound by courtesy and it would be easier to find something else to do than to find a loophole in the social contract to exploit.

[2] When out of season, it's rare for one of the seasonal courts to hold a social event. They tend to spend the off season "living their lives," as it were, taking care of intracourt business and spending time with their families. They will attend the in-season events, of course, but otherwise rarely travel or make contact with humans.

[3] The languages spoken in the Reach and the Southlands were once related, but drifted apart after centuries of separation. For a native speaker of one, the other would be much easier to acquire than either Faerá or the Dragontongue, if only because human mouths are meant to produce these sounds.

[4] Reality, in his words, "did not read." This wasn't to imply that he couldn't, he was Reality Fiothrey and he could do anything, he merely found it difficult and claimed the symbols shifted when he attempted to focus on them, and therefore he chose not to do so. His arcane studies tutor had suggested his affinity for runic sigils was so high that it disrupted similar processes, which made him sound more impressive. Thus, it was the explanation he accepted.

[5] When the divinity made its (disturbingly frequent) attempts to escape from his body, Reality was usually under the care of the court wizards and diviners. If his body were ready, the Divine Reality would incarnate through him smoothly and there would be nothing to worry about, but it was not, and so preventing that incarnation was paramount. As he grew older, the power grew stronger, and often they feared he would not be able to hold it back, but Reality Fiothrey was nothing if not a man of iron will. Even if he battled the transformation for hours, he would always emerge victorious. It took a toll on him, though, and he was sometimes bedridden for days afterward. The Chief Diviner's utmost worry was that an incarnation event would occur when Reality was yet too exhausted from the last to put up a fight.

[6] Reality did not often use contractions or colloquialisms, a habit ascribed to the Divine Reality's influence. In times of strong emotion, however, a new speech pattern could emerge. Reality reported feeling the most like himself in these moments.

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I Love the Way You’re Talking to Me

YangYang Edition to Love Talk Series

Part of The Love Talk Series; this is Pt.7 (Final Part)

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Warnings: Unprotected Sex (Pulling Out), Oral (Female Receiving), Handjob, Teasing, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Begging

Character Description: Mixed Race Latina Girl from Venezuela 🇻🇪

Total Disclaimer: Character’s first language is Spanish, and she also speaks English. I will not use Google Translate because they are not accurate with their translations, and I want to respect everyone’s languages without any mistakes. Enjoy the story! ❤️

Traveling was your favorite thing to do, you were glad you made Party Planning a career. You loved to decorate, and always was into making people happy, right now you were no longer in Venezuela, but in South Korea since you decorated a party for a girl who was turning nineteen. The party was really cool looking, it had fairy lights, cool music, and all of her friends around. You even helped to get her favorite group to perform, as you pulled a few strings, you’ve never heard of them, but it made your client happy so who cared if you didn’t know them.

“Now, I need you guys to put your hands together for WayV!” The DJ shouted You clapped your hands as the partygoers screamed to the top of their lungs, especially the few fangirls who were in the crowd.

There were seven boys who came up as the music played. They performed three songs and they were pretty good. They sung happy birthday to the birthday girl, and all got a picture with her and her friends. It made you happy that she was happy, it always did when it came to your clients, that was why you made this your profession.

She blew out her candles, and her family helped her divide the cake amongst the guests, even you. You tried to oblige, but her parents and family were so welcoming. You began to eat your cake, satisfied that you agreed to a slice, the icing was delicious and not too sweet, while the vanilla cake itself was very moist, you loved it. As you stood there eating it, a guy approached you, a little taller than you, and his approach was far from subtle.

“Excuse me, I just wanna let you know that you are really gorgeous.” He said. It was one of the boys from the performance. “Well thank you, you’re not so bad looking yourself.” You replied. “Not so bad? I’ll have you know that many people call me a visual.” He said with pride. “Um, okay?” You question with a chuckle, he heard and was about to make a remark, but ignored it.

“What’s your name beautiful?” He asked smirking looking you up and down. “(Y/n).” You replied. “Cute.” “What’s yours?” You ask. “I’m YangYang.” He says proudly. “Is that a nickname or something?” You giggle. “No, it’s my actual name! It’s means sheep in Chinese.” He laughed. “Well your hair does look fluffy.” You said. “If you don’t like my name, then you could call me daddy.” Your eyes widened at dirty comment before you playfully slapped his chest. If you weren’t sort of attracted to him, he would’ve gotten punched in the jaw.

“It’s a little too early to call you that name, isn’t it?” You asked him. “Nah, it’s never too early.” He replied. “By the way, your accent is hot as hell, where are you from?” He asked. “I could ask you the same question, but I’m from Venezuela.” You tell him, his expression was very surprised, he never knew how cute and hot a Venezuelan accent was, or maybe it was just you.

“I’ve never met someone from Venezuela before, you are now special to me.” He said making you blush. “You have a cute accent too, where’s it from?” You asked. “It’s a mix of all the languages I speak, Mandarin, German, English, and a little bit of Spanish.” “Ah, so you’re a universal lover then?” You smirk. “What do you think?” He asked. “I think you’ve used this tactic on other girls.” You say rolling your eyes playfully. “Oh please I would never give another girl the satisfaction unless they looked like you.” God, he knew what to say to get you blushing.

“How do you like the cake?” You asked. “It was good, but I prefer yours, he said looking at your ass before licking his lips.” You had to admit that the midi dress You were wearing was a bit too form fitting to begin with, you took at least two full minutes staring at yourself in the mirror as you looked at your best assets in your hotel room. “YangYang, I’m convinced that you want to take me back to my hotel room to get an eyeful.” You chuckled. “I want more than an eyeful babe, I literally want to do so much to you if you let me.” You could feel a small amount of arousal down below, you were never a one night stand kinda girl, but with his looks and slick tongue, you couldn’t say no, besides, it’s your last night in Korea and you’ve been planning the party the entire week with no free time, you wanted to have some fun.

“I’ll tell you what, after the party, you can ride with me to my hotel, if you want to.” You said winking. “How could I say no to that?” He replied winking back. “Lemme go tell my members, and I’ll see you after the party.” He smiled before going back to his table.

As soon as the party ended you walked out to you car before getting in and waiting for YangYang, after about five minutes or so you saw him with his head down and a hoodie covering his face. He unlocked the door and hurriedly got in. Once settled, YangYang removed his hoodie before giving you the okay to drive.

“I didn’t know idols have to be so secretive.” You snickered. “Of course we do, if anyone saw you and I together, I would be crucified.” YangYang explained. “Cool car.” He commented. “Thanks, it’s a rental, it’s getting returned tomorrow.” You replied. YangYang began to give more small talk, trying to get to know you a little more. He’s always thought that one night stands should never be that casual per se, he just isn’t the type to fuck someone without knowing a few things about them at first.

“So what made you get into party planning?” He asked. “It was always something that I liked, anything that was about decorating has always been my favorite thing. It’s cool how other people can come up with intriguing ideas and you act it out. I’ve been doing it as a side career since I was sixteen, but I didn’t start it as a full career until I was eighteen, and got my own office when I graduated college.” “Damn, how old are you!?” YangYang asked worried you were a little too mature for him. “I’m only twenty-three!” You laughed. “Oh, you act like you’re twenty-nine!” He replied. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” You giggle.

“So how old are you?” You questioned. “I just turned 21.” “You look like you’re eighteen.” You laughed. “That’s why everyone calls me baby YangYang.” He smiled. “Aww, so does that mean I get to call you baby YangYang too?” “No, because even though I look like a baby… I’m not a baby.” He said whispering the last part in your ear making you shudder.

You finally pulled up to the hotel parking in the parking lot to before getting out and walking in to head up into the elevator. It didn’t take long to get to your floor and once you and YangYang arrived you both walked to your door and hurried in finally in the comfort of your room. It was just a plain hotel room like anything else, a king sized bed, a television, and a bathroom, but you didn’t care as long as you could have a place to sleep and bathe.

“Cool room.” YangYang comments looking around. “Thanks, pretty plain and simple but I like it.” You replied. “Well, the room is way more pretty with you in it.” He mentioned making you look away so he couldn’t catch your blushing. He smirked before walking up to you taking his fingers towards your chin and moving it for you to look up at him. “You don’t have to look away from me (Y/n).” He said looking at down at you. You took in his features proudly, no wonder he was an idol, he made you swoon just from looking at him. YangYang looked down at your lips before leaning down and kissing you. He removed his hand from your chin and moved it to your waist. The kiss deepened as he pulled you closer to him. One thing for sure was that he was an excellent kisser, his lips danced around yours like he really needed you, are idols really that deprived of sex?

He pulled away looking at you with a smirk. “I want you.” He whispered. “I want you too.” You whined. He smiled before he kissed you again, this time trying to move you to the bed. “Mm, w-wait.” You said against his lips. “Can you unzip my dress? It’s really tight.” You said turning around. YangYang literally held in his breath as he knew he was about to see you half naked. “S-sure.” He pulled down the zipper, eyes fixated on your form. Once it was down you shimmied out of it before facing forward, if YangYang’s dick wasn’t hard already, it was definitely hard now. Your body on display for him in nothing but red panties, you didn’t wear a bra due to the tightness of the dress and the small spaghetti straps. Your tan skin looked like it was kissed by the sun. YangYang swore under his breath standing there like he didn’t know what to do.

“Aww, don’t be shy YangYang, you can touch me. Where was all this energy and swag like at the party? Come on you can do more than just an eyeful.” You giggle before getting on the bed. YangYang climbed on top of the bed before beginning to touch you. His hands found their way to your breasts, rolling the hard nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers making you whine. You crossed your legs at the feeling of arousal. He removed his hands before taking one and placing it over your panty-clad vagina. Slick seeped through the thin material as he massaged your pussy with his palm, rubbing you slowly. You began to moan at the feeling closing your eyes due to the satisfaction ready for more, but as you weren’t looking, YangYang smirked and flipped you over before laying you down in his lap.

“Y-YangYang, what are you-?” You gasped when you felt his hand come in contact with your ass cheek smacking the skin in a harsh but playful way. “My energy is still here (Y/n), I just wanted to see your perfect body, and it looks like it could use some red handprints don’t you think?” He said before smacking your other cheek. He continued to switch between each cheek spanking each one until he began to see red prints stain your ass. “Your ass is so pretty, have you ever been fucked from behind?” He asked before spanking you again. “N-no.” You whined. “You will tonight, it looks perfect.” He smirked. By now you were a whimpering mess, your panties soaked now and were on the verge of tears if your pussy couldn’t get some form of gratification.

“Yang, please.” You whined. “What is it baby?” He asked tauntingly. “I need you to touch me.” “But I already am touching you, be more specific.” He replied spanking you again. “I need you to touch me down there.” You said. “Hmm, here?” He said soothing your calf. “Or here?” He teased. “N-no.” You whined not wanting to be this dirty. “Where do you want to be touched? Like I said be specific.” He reminded. Not being able to take it anymore you finally had the courage to say it. “My pussy, touch my pussy please!” You whined. “All you had to do was say so.” He smiled. He laid you down on the bed, your head touching the pillows as he pulled down your panties, you lifted your legs as he pulled them off of your feet, finally being fully naked.

“You’re gorgeous.” He said making you blush. Smirking, he moved his hand over to your core, fingers grazing your clit. His cold hand was a good contrast to your warm core, the feeling making you shiver. Finally, YangYang inserted a finger into you, making you whine. He thrusted his finger in and out, licking his lips at the juices that coated his finger, to him you looked appetizing, and all he wanted to get was a taste of you. Slowly, he bent down and began to suck on your clit, your body getting goosebumps all over from the feeling.

“YangYang.” You moaned. Your hands flew to his soft hair as he ate you out, his finger still inside as he inserted a second finger into the mix as well. YangYang sped up his fingers, you felt so good. You sat yourself up on your shoulders to see YangYang as he pleasured you so well. Traveling across the world was a killer on you, the jet lag was definitely something you always hated, you definitely needed a stress reliever, and that was what YangYang was giving you.

He sucked on your clit harshly as you were beginning to convulse around his fingers, getting you closer to your peak. “Does that feel good?” He asked, his accent cute and hot at the same time. “Yes, that feels good.” You panted. YangYang smiled before continuing, you felt your orgasm coming closer, ready to release, but as soon as you threw your head back… he stopped.

You looked up at him as soon as he retracted his mouth and fingers. You looked at him like he was crazy and he just smiled like he was proud. “YangYang what the fuck!? I was just about to cum!” You exclaimed. He shut you up by coming up towards you and kissing your lips aggressively, making you jump, your juices still on his tongue.

“I’m a tease, it makes everything exciting.” He explained, causing you to roll your eyes. He acts like he is the only one who can tease, you could probably tease better than him. Matter of fact… you began smirking at him, the look of mischief was placed on your face making YangYang question himself, you quickly shifted your bodies and pushed him down, your face at level with his crotch. You removed his pants and shirt before pulling down his underwear, making his cock spring up, you looked at YangYang with a seductive look before taking him into your hand, slowly pumping his cock as a small amount of pre-cum coated his tip.

“(Y/n), could you go a little faster?” He asked. You began to chuckle. “You think I’m gonna abide to you after you didn’t even make me cum, that was low YangYang, so now, I’m gonna delay your orgasm, unless you beg. “Fuck.” He whimpered. You continued to slowly pump him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your hand movements were slow and agonizing. YangYang pulled his lip between his teeth continuing to whine from the slow contact, thinking in his head, ‘why did I tease her?’ It worked for other girls that he’s dealt with, but for you, that wouldn’t work, but to be honest, the girls he’s dealt with were girls who were around 19-21, and they didn’t have much sexual experience as you did.

“(Y/n) please, I’m sorry for teasing, use your mouth or something please!” YangYang begged. “Aww, you’re so cute when you beg.” You teased. You moved your thumb to his tip, rubbing the pre-cum around, which made YangYang jolt, your thumb to his sensitive tip was too much for him to handle. “(Y/n) I’m gonna cum.” He moaned. You laughed before removing your hand, leaving his dick unattended. YangYang was pissed.

“You should’ve let me cum, now we’re even.” You explained. While you weren’t paying attention, YangYang then moved your body, quickly flipping it over, placing you on all fours making you gasp before he gave your ass a hard smack, making you fall into your elbows, your ass in the perfect position for him.

“You’re right, we are even now, so why don’t we settle this for once and for all, and I make us both cum finally?” He asked, smacking your ass again. “Yes!” You whimpered. “That’s too easy, I want you to beg.” He said leaning down, and nipping at your ear. “Please fuck me, make me cum YangYang!” You begged. Without warning, YangYang pushed inside you making you moan out. “Fuck you’re tight.” He groaned.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you had to release, you began to fuck yourself back on his cock, YangYang let out a moan, slapping your ass quickly. “Fuck I didn’t know you were this needy.” He chuckled before thrusting into you making you whimper. His harsh thrusts making your body fall onto the bed, you held onto your pillow, putting your face into it as he fucked you, muffling your moans.

“Don’t hide your moans, let me hear your pretty voice.” He said as he pulled your hair gently, making your face come out of the thick pillow. You moaned louder upon YangYang’s request, the feeling of being stretched out was getting to your head quickly. YangYang did a particular thrust that had you let out a small scream, the thrust plus the position making it easy for him to reach your g-spot.

“YangYang right there!” You whined. “You sound so cute when you’re getting fucked.” YangYang chuckled, making you groan, he enjoyed watching you fall apart all because of his dick, if it was one thing that you couldn’t deny, it was the fact that he had a huge ass ego. You felt your body tensing up, you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm, and with the way YangYang’s moans began to get louder again, you knew he was too.

“I’m close!” You whimpered. “M-me too, where should I-” You stopped him mid sentence, “Pull out and you can cum on my ass since you love it so much!” “Am I in heaven?” He panted, making you chuckle. With a few more final thrusts, you began to release, it felt like a bundle had snapped with inside you. Your body felt great, especially since it’s been so long since you’ve had sex. You could hear YangYang ready to cum, soon enough he pulled out of you, and came on your ass immediately. You could feel warm strings of cum stain your ass, YangYang’s moans were tied in with not only his orgasm, but the pleasure of getting to see his cum mark your skin.

As you both calmed down, you walked to the bathroom, cleaning off the cum from your ass with a wet cloth, YangYang smirked as you walked back into the room with a silk robe covering your silhouette. “You should’ve left it on, I think your ass looked good with my cum all over it.” He chuckled. “Well if you liked it so much, you should’ve taken a picture.” You giggled. “You’re right, I should’ve.” He replied before leaning down to kiss your lips. “And that’s what I’m about to do after this round.” He stated before kissing your lips again, this was going to be a long night, but no complaints.

(A/n): Ahh, this is the end of the Love Talk Series! I hate how it has to end, but I have to work on other stuff! Thank you all for tuning in to this mini series, and I have more stuff coming soon! ❤️ Love you guys!