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dawn-moths · 8 months

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"Birthday Wishes"

Undertaker x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(@fanfictionsworld requested: spending your birthday with Undertaker from my Cause to Start a Vendetta AU.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! fluff with some smut at the end, oral sex (reader receiving), use of the word “Daddy”, reader is called “princess, baby, sweetheart”.

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You’d been counting down the days for weeks now, your birthday circled on the calendar with a big pink glitter gel pen heart several times over, every day crossed off that crawled closer to the day— your day— making you more and more excited.

Because, as you’d quickly grown accustomed to being spoiled by Undertaker— special occasion or otherwise— your birthday was no exception to being showered with all the love and luxury he had at his disposal.

“Morning, princess…” he cooed, gently smoothing down some of your sleep-tousled hair with a big, cool palm, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you blinked open beary eyes, wrapped in his arms and the many layers of blankets that twisted and tangled about your bodies sprawled across the bed.

“Morning, Daddy…” you replied, voice soft and delicate as the lingering dredges of slumber clung to your tone, an angelic little grin curving up on your sweet lips as you nuzzled closer into Undertaker’s chest, seeking out his elusive warmth.

For a moment, nearly forgetting what today was as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your figure filling with the heavy weight of sleep once more, your eyelids fluttered closed and your breathing began to turn slow and shallow. Undertaker rubbed a hand up and down your back, stirring you back to the waking world and smiling to himself as you let out a big yawn, nose scrunching adorably with the expression.

“If you want to go back to sleep,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your nose and causing a fragile giggle to bubble up in your chest, “I won’t stop you. But that would certainly be a shame when we have so many fun things on our to-do list today.”

That was enough to entice you, your mind suddenly much more alert than before, and you snaked your arms up to gently rest over his shoulders. “Just a few more minutes…” you said, pressing yourself even closer to him, wishing you could bask in the safety of his touch forever. “Then I promise I’ll get up.”

A smooth, sonorous chuckle vibrated through his bones, the sound warming you from the inside out like hot milk and honey. “Alright, sweetheart,” he said, allowing himself to melt back to a more relaxed state as well. “Just a few more minutes…”

As the sun crept further through the cracks of the curtains, bright beams painting the ornate master bedroom with thin strokes of gold, stirring up the wispy clouds of dust motes swirling through the air, Undertaker coaxed you into finally rising, draping one of his big, fluffy black robes over your shoulders when you became burdened with a chill, the mansion’s usual temperature kept low upon his preference.

Once your feet were dressed in your favorite pair of fluffy socks and even fluffier slippers, you took Undertaker’s hand and let him guide you down the wide halls to the curving staircase, heading towards the kitchen where you could already smell your special birthday breakfast.

The long dining table was decorated to the nines with all kinds of balloon bouquets and bundles of black and white roses overflowing from crystal vases. Spelled out in gold glitter confetti at one end of the display was HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS punctuated by a big heart. At the other was a full selection of all your breakfast favorites— souffle pancakes piled high with bananas and melty chocolate chips, strawberry french toasts drizzled with sticky maple syrup and sprinkled with a frosty snowfall of powdered sugar, fluffy scrambled eggs and yogurt parfaits and fruit arranged by color.

You sucked in a gasp of delight, hands clasped before your chest as you eagerly surveyed the scene, looking up at your Daddy like he’d outdone himself.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, extending a hand towards the chair at the head of the table— his usual chair, the master’s chair, the dining room’s throne— and pulling it out for you to sit in, taking the seat adjacent to it to join you in the morning’s sugary culinary experience.

Over the meal— you choosing a bit of everything to pile onto your plate in an orderly array, because why should you have to choose just one when today you could have whatever your little heart desired— you and Undertaker began to discuss the day’s itinerary.

There was a packed schedule planned indeed— a shopping outing at all your most beloved designer stores, afternoon tea at the Ritz, exploring some of the artsy nooks and crannies of the city and dropping into your favorite bookstore all before hopping on the Aurora Society’s private jet and taking the hour and a half flight to your favorite five star restaurant in Paris, sure to end the evening by enjoying your usual penthouse suit of the expensive hotel that gave the best view among any of the establishments around.

“Oh, and there’s one more thing,” Undertaker slyly prompted just as you were about to head upstairs to get changed and ready for the events ahead, thoughts already spinning trying to decide what you wanted to wear. You stopped and considered him with an adorably cute expression for a moment until he pulled a big gift bag from under the table where he’d hidden it from you, the glossy black packaging stuffed with glittering silver tissue paper and two perfect satin ribbons serving as the handles. “You know,” he shrugged as he slid it towards you on the table, drinking in your awe, never growing tired of how easily you seemed to be innocently surprised sometimes, “just in case you felt like going out in something new.”

Carefully, as if the wrapping itself was just as valuable as the gift, you plucked the sparkling tissue paper away to uncover the pristinely wrapped box beneath, a marbling of glossy and matte black swirling over the decorative paper like ink dropped into water. The moment the first half of your favorite clothing brand’s name was visible to you, you shot him a glance, as if to say, “you shouldn’t have” despite believing down to your very core that you deserved every expensive, extravagant thing that Undertaker placed in your cute little lap.

Once you lifted the garment from where it had been perfectly folded within its box, holding it up to your body as if to sample how it would look before trying it on, you heard Undertaker sigh, a dreamy, lilting hum tailing off the end of it. “Exquisite…” he remarked, and you now held the dress out from your body, studying the intricate craftsmanship that had been hand stitched into the garment as you smiled to yourself, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It really is.”

But then Undertaker was by your side, having moved soundlessly, his even stride gliding across the short distance to meet you. “I wasn’t talking about the dress,” he murmured, big hands settling on your hips. “Now, why don’t you head upstairs and start getting ready.”

You turned your face up to his, met his lips when he was close enough for a kiss, and muttered out a sweet little, “Thank you, Daddy,” before following his instruction and heading for the staircase.

He watched you go, saw the skip in your step as you ventured off, only returning to clearing the table once you disappeared down the long second story hallway and out of his view. He was going to look forward to taking that dress off of you later, unwrapping you like his own special gift by the time night draped itself over the sky.

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The afternoon had been like a dream, you and your lover floating from one location to the next to try on extravagant clothing and sample imported teas, the two of you practically waltzing through the downtown streets where you longed to see what new installments the local London artists put up around the city before you’d lost track of time perusing your favorite bookstore, a good two hours going by without you even noticing as you strategically searched for the next story to get yourself hooked on.

But as the sky began to fade from blue to gold, it signaled that dinner was soon approaching, which meant you two had a plane to catch if you wanted to arrive to your reservation on time.

The hostess greeted you two with a friendly smile, addressing you both by name, the entire restaurant staff made familiar with London’s most notorious boss and the beautiful girl who was always on his arm, Undertaker making short, lighthearted conversation with the manager in French while they crossed paths on the walk to your usual table, the man chuckling at something your Daddy had said, forever able to charm anyone if he set his mind to it, it seemed.

As you both enjoyed the delicacies of the six course meal, you continued to talk and laugh, never running out of topics to converse about, though tonight you were most excited to tell him all about the book you’d recently finished and your expectations for the new one you’d chosen on your earlier excursion, having heard nothing but praise for the acclaimed tale.

Once the horizon had lost its lilac blush and sunk deep into the velvet navy of nightfall though, you knew you were just about to enter into yet another phase of your luxurious birthday festivities.

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You could smell the roses from down the hall before the doors to your hotel suite in Paris even opened. The entirety of the three connected rooms were decked from floor to ceiling in at least one hundred thousand dollars worth of florals, vibrant reds and sultry blacks, flawless creams and even a dash of lovely soft pinks.

You could’ve cried at how gorgeous it all was, blinking the mist from your eyes as you spun in slow circles about the place, taking it all in. Undertaker’s hands found your shoulders to steady you, stopping your awestruck turns to face the beautiful birthday cake on the hotel room’s center table, the special dessert shaped like a heart and iced in a rainbow of your favorite colors, several candles placed strategically on the top and already lit, small flames glowing and beckoning you over to make a wish.

But what could you possibly wish for when you already had everything you’d ever want or need— a gorgeous man who loved you, showering you in every stunning thing life had to offer, as simple as the snap of his fingers or a wave of his hand— besides to continue living this blessed life that had found its way to you, through trial and tribulation?

Taking a few steps forward towards the cake, you choked out through a shaky breath, “Oh my god…” unable to hold back your tears any longer, a few sparkling drops running down your cheeks, glittering like gold as they caught the amber of the flickering firelight. You looked back at Undertaker, who was not far behind you, and wondered if you’d ever be able to convey how much this all meant to you. It almost seemed unfair. He’d always be able to do more for you than you would for him, though he never seemed to mind.

For him, just having you— his sweet, precious baby girl to dote on and adore as much as he pleased— was far more than enough. All you had to do was exist. All you had to do was be his.

“Well, go on,” he lightly urged, a calm smile playing at the corner of his lips as he gestured towards the center table. “The candles won’t blow themselves out, now will they?”

You smiled, big and bright, and let out a sound that could only be described as pure joy. Undertaker was addicted to that sound, the way it rang out like the delicate jingle of bells, the way it warmed him like the sun’s rays after so much rain. It made everything he’d ever done, good, bad, or somewhere in between, all worth it. Just to see you smile at him like that, just to hear you laugh. Just to know it was him who’d been the orchestrator of such emotions.

And as you let out a strong gust of a breath, turning each melting birthday candle from flame to smoke, you realized you did have one wish you wanted to make afterall.

Let things be like this forever, you thought to yourself, like a silent prayer. Let us stay as in love for the rest of our lives as we are right now, in this moment.

Undertaker cut the cake, a piece for you and a piece for him, and then the two of you sat by the counter outlooking the spotless floor to ceiling windows that gave way to the sprawling view of the City of Light, the night sky clear and sparkling with little bursts of silver stars overhead.

You talked and joked and laughed while you both enjoyed your dessert, your chair pressed right next to his, close enough that you could lean your head over to rest against the side of his shoulder while his arm slung across your back, hugging you closer to him, his most cherished treasure.

“You know…” you began, gazing dreamily out the window at the romantic scene the city offered. Then, casting him a glance from where you were nestled into his side, you said, “I think this might really be the best birthday ever.”

Something in his eyes softened a shade then, and in response Undertaker lightly took your chin between his lithe fingers, tilting your mouth just ever so slightly upwards so he could lean down to meet it. You hadn’t expected the kiss, languid and savoring at first as you parted your lips to let him in, both of you tasting like your favorite flavor of cake, soon turning more hungry, having you straddling his lap and blinded by the blissful haze that was slowly filling you from the inside out.

When he finally broke away, leaned back just far enough to look you in the eyes, gently wiping the cool pad of his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip, glossy from your mingled saliva, a weak attempt to clean you up a bit, he said, “I guess that means I’ll have to go above and beyond next year,” and you laughed and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you felt yourself relax over him.

“No, but really…” you murmured. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything. Always.”

All you got as a warning for what happened next was a low, lilting chuckle humming in his chest before he was hoisting you up, big hands splayed against the backs of your thighs as he began to carry you elsewhere in the suite.

“Where are we going?” you playfully asked, though you already had a pretty good idea.

“There’s still a few hours until midnight,” he remarked, a new kind of vigor in his voice and stride. He set you down on the edge of the king-sized bed, beginning to shrug off his jacket and tug his belt buckle free of its loops as he added, “Which means your birthday’s not over yet, princess.”

The smirk that spread across his face then made that fluttering creature resting in your lower belly roll over inside of you, beginning to wake, soon asking to be satisfied like a dog scratching at the door begging for treats, relentless until it was given its desired reward. It wasn’t long before Undertaker was hooking his grip under your thighs again, pulling you further down the bed where he then knelt at the foot of it.

You gave him an uncertain and slightly suspicious look as he flicked his emerald gaze up to meet yours. Usually, he liked to undress you, strip you down piece by piece before ridding himself of his own clothing, admiring every inch of your bare body like it was the most masterful work of art. Then he’d pin you down, his prized butterfly, and get to work at soaking both your bodies with pleasure before wringing them dry, squeezing you for every last lustful drop he could.

But tonight— on your night— he figured he’d do things a little differently. Give you one last birthday surprise before the clock struck twelve.

“Just relax, sweetheart…” he cooed, carefully bunching your new dress up around your waist, exposing the expensive lace clinging to the most delicate parts of you and drinking in the sight like it rivaled even that of the one just beyond the windows. “Let Daddy make you feel good…”

Undertaker pressed gentle kisses to the soft raise of your lower belly, and you felt your tight little hole futter and your sensitive bud pulse as he slowly removed your panties, your already damp core causing them to cling to you a moment before the cool air sighed against your damp slit.

Undertaker ran a long finger through your dewy folds, making your next breath catch as he slipped it inside of you to gather more of your slick before rubbing it against your puffy clit, already swollen with arousal, pulling one of those adorable whines from your throat as you lay one arm over your eyes, the other sprawled out across the bed, little fingers twisting into the sheets, trying to grab hold of anything while you still had the chance.

“That’s it, baby…” he praised, helping to spread you wider for him, a leg thrown over one of his broad shoulders as he continued to tease you. His next words sent a puff of his warm breath against your cunt, and you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, exhaling a shuddering sigh. He whispered, “I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,” and when he licked a flat-tongued stripe up your pussy, you let out a soft, broken whine, back already beginning to arch a little at the sinfully sweet feel of him.

Undertaker was skilled at a lot of things— running a business, making money, getting away with murder— but the thing you thought he was best at, above all else, was pleasuring you.

It was effortless, the way he knew exactly what to do that made you body bend to his command, melting your mind until all you knew was the press of his hips or the wet warmth of his mouth, the indents of his teeth, his fingerprints, all of it branded into you so no matter where you looked on your own body there would be a reminder of him, like a promise, a gift.

You were clenching the silky sheets in your trembling fist as he speared his tongue into you, his sharp nose nudging against your clit every time and forcing moan after delicious, high-pitched moan out of you like that was the only sound you’d ever known how to make. If he thought your laugh was syrupy sweet, then your moans were something else entirely, something far more addicting or satisfying than sticky, sickly sweet sugar. More like a drug to him, making him addicted in a way that, once he got a taste, he couldn’t stop. Not until you had nothing left to give, his pursuit at seeing just how far or how long he could make you go merciless time and time again.

“P-please—” you sobbed, the new veil of tears that had welled in your eyes causing your lashes to clump and spike together with every fluttering roll of your eyes back into your head. His pace was voracious, wanting to devour you down to your very core. You could barely get half a broken plea out before it was interrupted by a surrendering mewl or a soundless gasp, mouth hung open in ecstasy before he prepared to shatter you. “Please— I’m gonna—”

But before you could even speak the last word of your sentence, let alone remember it, Undertaker had you coming undone, unraveling you like a frayed thread on a silk scarf, pulling you apart until there was nothing left but a tangle of string he could then rearrange into any shape he pleased.

Your chest rose and fell with short, shallow, panting breaths, rigid form relaxing back into the mattress, body gone all pliable and boneless once the remaining tension melted away. Meanwhile, Undertaker pressed gentle kisses to the sensitive insides of your stained thighs, palms gently petting you as you drifted down from the high and back into the garden of Eden he’d planted, nurtured, and grown just for you.

Normally, he’d barely give you enough time to recover before commencing round two, but, as he seemed to be a little more patient with you on this most special of days, he allowed your heart to slow to a steady rhythm and your breathing to smooth out into even inhales and exhales before shifting over you, darting out his tongue to lick at his own lips to catch one last obscene taste of you before wiping away your glistening arousal from the bottom half of his pale face with the back of his hand.

As he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes, the vibrant green of them almost glowing through the dim dark of the bedroom, he said, as if only to himself, “Just look at you… So gorgeous… My beautiful girl…” as he helped free you the rest of the way from your pretty birthday dress, mindfully folding it and placing it on the nearest bedside drawer so it didn’t get ruined.

Because he did intend to ruin you.

He intended to ruin you in all the right ways.

As he shed his own clothing like a black-skinned snake, all those silvery scars wrapped around alabaster flesh now on full display, you reached out for him, wanting, craving, needing to feel the press of his body back on yours before the ebbing pleasure made you drift off to dreamland. Though, with Undertaker, reality could often feel like a dream, so perfect your conscious mind almost struggled to comprehend it was real at times.

But, as he began to lean back over you, your fingers interlocked as he pressed your hands down into the comforter on either side of your head, both your legs thrown over his shoulders to have you splayed wide and vulnerable for him, just the way he liked you, one thing was for certain. Undertaker had been ahead of himself when he’d said he’d have to find a way to outdo your birthday next year. After tonight, you had no idea how things could get any better than this.

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(Hello and thank you so much to @fanfictionsworld for your request! I hope I did it justice and thank you for being so patient with me while you waited for it. I know you’ve been following me for quite some time and I always recognize you when I see you pop up in my notifs, so it was truly a pleasure getting to write for you <3

Also want to give a big thank you to everyone else for reading as well! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you have a wonderful day!)

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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diasomnia ice-cream parlor au doodles

[Referencing this post!]

Hello, yes, I’ve been thinking about the Diasomnia ice-cream parlor AU again 🍨🍦 I guess I must have been really hungry lately www

I see them as offering not just ice-cream, bur also variants like gelato, shaved ice, milkshakes, etc. (They can afford it with support from the Draconia royal family’s funds 😂) The focus here will be ice-cream though, just because that’s Malleus’s favorite.

Imagine walking in and not knowing what to order (there’s so much to choose from!), so you ask the staff to pick something for you… (Yes, I’ve thought about this way too much and now I’m going to shovel this at you—)

Malleus strikes me as a very traditional and old-fashioned guy, so I’d see him falling back on ol’ reliable. You can’t go wrong with a classic sugar cone and a healthy scoop on top!

He recommends mint chocolate chip because it adds an additional pleasant cooling sensation to the actual coldness of ice-cream. Malleus is fond of the flavor himself; it’s great for cooling down a mouth that’s hot from breathing flames!

You’re brave if you accept anything Lilia hands you… You ask him what this is (the ice-cream looks… discolored in some places, and there’s all this weird stuff jutting out from it; is that a piece of lettuce???). He just winks at you and calls it “Lilia-chan’s Super Cute ⭐️ Special”, featuring a bunch of “unique” flavors he created himself.

It comes served in a cup because it’s easier to eat it while walking that way. For Lilia, who is a well-seasoned traveler, foods that are able to be eaten on the go are a plus!

Silver picks out a waffle bowl (it resembles a sturdy bird’s nest) and encourages you to try a lot of different things. It’ll help you to gain an appreciation for the new and unfamiliar! With how wide the waffle bowl is and how many flavors and toppings are in there, this can be good for sharing with friends from all over.

The particular version featured in the doodle has three kinds of ice-cream, each one representing one of the three Good Fairies. A pink flavor, a blue flavor, and a green flavor—maybe rose or strawberry, blueberry or cotton candy, and pistachio? It’s a very naturey palate.

His animal friends have helped with the ingredients; there’s honey drizzled on top, as well as crushed nuts. Freshly picked berries and edible flowers garnish the bowl too—oh, and we can’t forget a generous chunk of honeycomb!

… I don’t know much about Kingdom Hearts, but I’ve heard that Silver resembles Riku from KH?? So maybe Silver can offer some sea salt ice-cream too as a throwback 😂

… Was anyone surprised by this? No? No.

Sebek chose a tall parfait glass for serving so that the dessert can be as tall as possible. It’s a matcha and ube soft serve, swirled high. The green is Diasomnia’s color, and the purple is meant to be the color of the underside of Malleus’s cape. (Sebek wanted to include black ice-cream to for the Draconia royal color, but couldn’t find a good flavor.)

Art isn’t his forte, but Sebek did his best to “recreate the imposing, elegant image of wakasama” in his dessert. The cherry on top, flanked by two conical chocolate pieces, are meant to be Malleus and his horns. The wafer poking out is supposed to “enhance the young master’s presence”. All the other things are extra details in an effort to make the ice-cream larger than life: candied fruit peels arranged in a line (to resemble the spines on a dragon’s tail), mochi balls (“magestones”) piled to one side, and a chocolate biscuit stick + wafer that, together, look like Malleus’s staff.

Sebek tried really hard! … He will aggressively try to sell you on this item.

If you’re really hungry or with a large group, why not go for the Diasomnia Family Fundae? It’s their take on a sundae, served in a glass boat. There’s a whole banana, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and three maraschino cherries! The bramble is made of dark chocolate.

Each student is represented by one scoop and a little candy or chocolate that helps to characterize the boy (horns, bat wings, lightning bolt, or sword). Sebek is a lemon-like sherbet, befitting of his loud, in-your-face personality. Lilia is a bright red berry flavor (strawberries, cherries, cranberries, etc.), like his favorite red juices, deep and complex. Silver is vanilla bean, pure, simple, and earnest. (He could also be a subtle lavender flavor, since that's a flower known to ease you into sleep.) And Malleus… well, that scoop is a pitch black, but the flavor is something you can’t quite place your tongue on. It’s a mystery, just like he is! (Maybe the shop changes the flavor every now and again. They can run a promo where if you guess the right flavor combo for that particular week’s Malleus scoop, they give you a discount or a free cone.)

A lot of chocolate sauce is dripping down from the Malleus scoop; this is because the sauce is supposed to be his “blot”. The bottom three scoops—Lilia, Sebek, and Silver—are blanketed by the chocolate thorns as a reference to how those three were sentenced to sleep.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Diasomnia #twst AU #twisted wonderland AU #AU #notes from the writing raven #my art #Lilia Vanrouge #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #spoilers #Kingdom Hearts #KH Riku #Kingdom Hearts Riku #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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project-sekai-facts · 9 months

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At the same time as the WEEKEND GARAGE E-DINER popup, WonderlandsxShowtime held a collab with the indoor theme park NAMJATOWN, located in the same mall as E-DINER. This collab, much like the Vivid BAD SQUAD one, also included food and drink based on the members and starting Virtual Singers.

1. Fly High Today☆WonderlandsxShowtime Soda: a soda drink with orange slices and colored jelly. The drink is in WxS's image color and came with a mini version of Tsukasa's flag.

2. I'm the Lead! Tenma Tsukasa's Cream Stew☆Omurice: what it says on the tin, omelette rice with cream stew, as well as some vegetables. Doesn't actually have much of a connection to Tsukasa beyond the star shapes in the stew and being his image color.

3. Wonderhoy☆Otori Emu's Mini Parfait Full of Smiles: a small parfait with ice cream, pink whipped cream, and a small taiyaki. Fits both Emu's image color and favorite food (taiyaki). Emu has also been shown to really like parfait in various stories and area conversations.

4. Shuwashuwa☆Kusanagi Nene's Grapefruit Drink: once again, what it says on the tin. A grapefruit drink topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. The drink is both Nene's image color and favorite flavor.

5. Kirakira Show Stage☆Kamishiro Rui's Jelly Drink: A yoghurt drink with grape jelly and whipped cream. Fits his image color but doesn't connect with his character.

6. Colorful Stage☆Hatsune Miku's Cup Ice Cream: a tub of icecream and sorbet, with cream and marshmallows. Not only do the sorbets and marshmallows match Miku's dress, but the ice cream matches her hair and even has cat ears to boot.

7. Colorful Blue☆KAITO's Soda Float: a blue soda topped with whipped cream, ice cream, and fruit. Fitting, since KAITO's favorite food is ice cream.

Once again all images are from the corocoro article about the collab.

#b2b prsk food posting this will not happen again #project sekai

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prismstonearchives · 2 years

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フルーツパフェ - Fruit Parfait

#waccha primagi!#waccha primagi #primagi #lovely melody #lovely #super rare #fruit parfait #chapter 1 #coords #coord #yellow #pink #orange #mod favs #live

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dark-frosted-heart · 1 month

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Ikepri 4th anniversary The Chara Cafe collab menu

Menu items under cut

FOOD

Keith: Twice as delicious! Fruit salad

- Contains: salad mix, mango, mozzarella cheese, cherry tomato, strawberry, caesar dressing, radicchio, cured ham, lemon dressing

Licht and Nokto: Spaghetti napolitan with carrots for the twins to conquer their least favorite food

- Contains: pasta (spaghetti), onion, napolitan sauce, bell pepper, sausage, carrot

Azel: Butter chicken ~with god's protection~

- Contains: saffron rice, caesar dressing, chicken, parsley, cherry tomatoes, cheese, salad mix, butter chicken

Chevalier: Undisputed champion's omurice oozing with elegance

- Contains: omurice, bacon, bechamel sauce, parsley, spinach

Clavis special!: Rabbit cake that looks exactly like my lovely accomplice ~ Love's Proposition (Curse of Love) version. Decorated with clay figures ~

- Contains: roll cake, edible paper, mint, strawberry whipped cream, blueberry sauce, cake pick, milk, mixed berries, chocolate candy (biscuit?), silver dragee

Kagari: Perfect dorayaki plate for princess

- Contains: dorayaki, sakura condensed milk, whipped cream, vanilla ice cream, strawberry, chervil, strawberry sauce, mixed berries, feuilletine

Gilbert: Trampling beast’s cheesecake plate ~ I’ll go “ahh” for you ~

- Contains: no-bake cheesecake, ganache squares, cocoa cookie, chervil, whipped cream, edible gold, blueberry sauce

Rio: I'll go "ahh" for you! Adoring doggy's orange parfait

- Contains: orange jelly, vanilla ice cream, granola, dried orange, whipped cream, mint, orange sauce

DRINKS

Leon: King of the beasts' red drink

- Contains: wildberry syrup, mixed berries, watermelon juice, rose petals

Yves: Tsundere cat's lemon drink

- Contains: pink lemonade syrup, whipped cream, lactic acid drink, gummy

Jin: Naughty adult's coffee float with candy

- Contains: black coffee, gomme syrup, vanilla ice cream, candy, mint

Matias: I want to warm your body and heart...let's look the window at the snowy landscape while drinking milk tea together

- Contains: black sugar syrup, whipped cream, milk tea, silver dragee

Sariel: The devil is always watching violet drink

- Contains: violet syrup, whipped cream, violet jelly, monaka wafer, muscat-flavored water

Luke: Mr. Bear's special honey sangria

- white grape juice, orange slice, honey lemon juice, mixed berries, mint, honey

Silvio: Tyrant's jangling ocean float

- blue raspberry syrup, ramune ice cream, cider, edible gold

#ikepri #ikemen prince

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py-dreamer · 4 days

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Yea!!! Can you tell I have favorites lol

so since it's the 20th in my time, it is officially my birthday today!

But I wanted to get this out regardless so kinda count it as the previous day's ig

I will be posting something later today probably but it will most likely just be a compilation of all the cakes I've done thus far.

Ok but um on with the cake!

It's like a cheesecake and I basically copied Tengen's cake with like a jelly filling with fruit suspended in it, peaches (obviously), strawberries and blueberries cause I like them and sod it I'll put them on this goddamn cake!

The thing Wukong's sitting on is one of those peach ice creams that's gotten so popular lately with the sprinkle of pink dust thingy on top.

On either side of the cake is the fillet from the journey and the hat from the brotherhood era, one from his reckless past and one from his redemption and I just think that's neat.

The blue puffy stuff is meant to be his nimbus clouds represented as cotton candy.

I have the baiju jar in there as reference to Wukong becoming immortal again due to the all the wine made from the peaches of immortality at the festival.

The staff as a little candle was so fun! And I like pocky so I chucked them on there to fill space and it looks good so sue me

The grey thing behind the staff and balloon is meant to be the Buddha's hand that trapped him under the mountain and a reference to his imprisonment under 5 phases mountain.

Peach popsicle! Of course I had too! A lil something from the present for our (shadow) peachy friend

Mk's stone as well, had to add his son in there too. The baby ever.

(probably just a cookie but it's the thought that counts)

The two sugar cookies are meant to be his logo (aka the lmk logo) and fireworks, again taken from Tengen's cake.

The sun is a candied/tanghulu esque orange thing. Like an orange slice coated in yellow melted sugar shaped like a sun and the phoenix feather cap since I consider it iconic enough to put in here. I didn't want to put it on him, blocking a lot of the decorations so I just hung it to the side and I think I'm happy with that.

A lot more monkeys here! It was very fun popping them in! I know I only gave Mac 1 but I mean Wukong's the monkey king for a reason. Let him be a loving grandpa and invite his subjects on the cake with him. He granted them immortality by ripping their names out the book of dead, let them have a place on the cake too

Also, yes that is the origami pilgims in the bottom left, I couldn't leave them alone could I?

Now the elephant in the room (or at least in my head), yes I did use @maplesleep's matcha pancake design for flower fruit mountain.

Cake on cake. Bit much but hey, I like cake and pastries better than candy normally so win for me.

And I couldn't just make cake about Sun Wukong without mentioning his home/origins of ffm. I do genuinely love the inginuity and adorableness factor of the pancake design and hope they don't mind me slapping it on my...cheesecake? Jelly cake? Jelly-cheesecake?

(also I have to ask @maplesleep, did you watch the 3rd emirichu anime cafe video, specifically the urusei yatsura cafe as inspiration for the 'sun wukong's strawberry sponge cake punishment' parfait thingy, gorgeously drawn btw I used those drawings as inspiration quite a bit for these cakes, or saw the urusei yatsura collab anime cafe

cause I couldn't help but notice the similarities between that and the 'shinobu's maiden strength parfait' cause if you didn't that be a pretty funny coincidence lol)

So what do you think? You think I could make it as another lmk food chef for lego? Can I join the club lmao?

I do realize in retrospect the disrespect I did Mk by making his cake so plain by comparison to his mentor's. But I think that's a testament to my improvement and attention to detail when making these cakes as the days have progressed!

I consider Mk's in particular to be the most lacking and I lowkey feel so bad for my boi for not giving him the main character status he deserves.

I might draw him again, idk. Not anytime soon though, like I said, I'm quite busy now more than before and I need a break, still glad I could serve y'all another slice of cake though!

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The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 2

You Can Have it All

Summary: you have a suitor

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader (Lavender)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, choking, female masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, mentions of forced arranged marriages, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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You flutter your eyes open as the first ray of light shines through your windows. Groaning, you flip to the side away from the window and deeper into your pillows, but the damage is done. It was enough movement, and enough irritation to your eyes that you can’t sleep. Sitting up in the bed isn’t much better. A bedroom for a child. You hated coming to this house. It was secluded and away from everything, and your father still insisted on having you put up in a room fit for a ten year old princess.

Things are too fluffy, and too pink, and too…childish. How were you ever going to get Ari inside of you if this was your room? He would see this space and think of you as a child. It would never do. But what would even be better is a swim to clear your mind, and think of a way to let your father change things a bit. At least it could keep you busy.

Hopping out of the bed, you start towards the closet, but stop almost immediately. No one should be here, save for Ari, and possibly Tyler. He was always here. If you are to be here with them, you should be able to have fun, right?

And what better way to get Ari’s attention than being naked, again? With a smirk you walk down the grand staircase. This house has way too much space for one person, and yet here you were. That stupid ass rule of Ari not being allowed in the house. Tyler was, but he wasn't supposed to be too close. That didn’t work out well the last time.

Going to the fridge, you’re at least thankful that the chef had prepared some food for you to eat. Making adorable little fruit cups that you grab, and a bottle of water before walking out to the pool. Tyler was most likely around, somewhere, but who cares? You take off your shirt, throwing it to the side when he clears his throat, and you swish to the side, showing off way too much of your body.

“Cover yourself up,” Tyler grunts at you, lifting his head up to the sky.

“Aww, Ty Ty, you don’t want to look?” Another grunt alerts you that he didn’t want to look at your body.

He lowers his gaze to look at you as he steps forward. Reaching a hand to touch your hip. It wasn’t the same as when Ari touched you, but there was a bit of a tingle. Excitement over what he was going to do, “Cover yourself up.”

“What if I don’t want to?” This wasn’t going how you thought. Tyler wasn’t interested. Always business with him.

“I really don’t give a fuck. There will be someone working here. You also have a visitor today, and trust me, he doesn’t want to see you strutting around like a little whore. Cover yourself up, and get back in the fucking house. You’re puppy dog eyes and hard nipples won’t work on me,” Tyler drops his hand off your hip, and you turn away. Grabbing up your shirt, and yogurt parfait. Tears start to fill your eyes.

“It worked with Violet,” you mumble over your breath, and Tyler jerks you towards his body. Your things drop to the ground, and your yogurt parfait shatters onto the pavement. Lip trembling when his hand holds tight to your neck.

“You better keep your mouth shut. If you want someone to fuck you so bad, I’m sure the gentleman coming by today would have no problem leaning you over the table and taking you from behind. And you would do best to keep your mouth shut about Violet. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You fucked her first. Beat Jack to what he paid for,” you try to cover up your chest now. Awkwardly wrapping your arms around your body so he couldn’t see anything. The thrill was gone. You were afraid of the man that was supposed to be your guard. “You took her…”

“It was consensual. The only time she had sex that really was. You think her life is easy? Sold off to an old man just so your father could get money. She lays on her back or is on her knees every night while Jack takes what he wants. I did your sister a fucking favor. Yeah, we fucked. She asked me to. She didn’t want the first time she laid down with a man to be a contract. But you being desperate with every dick that comes here is going to get you in trouble. Not everyone in this world is kind. And if your father knew that his daughter was soiled before Jack got to her, there would be hell to pay for both me and her. Is that what you want?” Tyler’s growls turn to whispers in your ear, and he lowers his hand from around your neck when Ari walks towards the house.

“Everything okay?” He shouts, and you nod your head, grabbing up your shirt to pull over yourself up. “You sure?”

“She said she was fine, Levinson. Sometimes she just needs a reminder on how to be a good little girl,” his mouth gets right at your ear, and you shudder. “Keep your mouth closed about your sister. You have no idea the game you’re getting into. Get dressed, and decent. You will have a visitor later. Keep your tits covered.”

You didn’t like it. In fact you hated it. Hated Ari having to see you in that vulnerable state, but worse, hearing Tyler’s words. He didn’t ask you how you knew what he and Violet were doing, but you know what you saw. Violet had a man in her room, and it wasn’t the man she was going to marry.

Huffing in frustration, you stomp up to your room. Irritated and hungry. He ruined your breakfast, and your swim. Why did he have to be here? Tyler had fucked many women, you was sure of that. But you didn’t understand how your sister got to be a withering little thing under someone, in this very house. What were the parameters of that relationship? How did Violet approach Tyler?

Getting frustrated even more you look at that stupid giant teddy bear. He was mocking you. It wasn’t fair. Everyone had left you, leaving you in this hell hole all alone. No one trusted you or told you what was going on. They treated you like a child. A stupid baby. You aren’t either. You are tired of the lies and secrets that everyone seemed to keep from you.

Slamming that teddy bear flat on the bed, you pull off your shorts, and move to straddle it. Slowly starting to grind on the stuffed animal. Lifting your head back to the ceiling as you try and work out your frustrations. Stunted, and didn’t even know it. Begging for something you just didn’t understand. Awkward in ways, and oh so desperate for attention and love.

Gyrating over the bear, you try and get out of your head. Try to forget about the people coming and going in this house. Rocking over it harder has your moaning, angrily searching for relief, and wishing the bear could touch you back. Your hands grip your tits, and you give them a pinch as you say Ari’s name out loud. He would touch you. He wouldn’t leave you to do all the work.

A tap on the window has you screeching, and scrambling off the toy. Rolling over on the bed, you use the teddy to cover yourself up, but Ari gives you a bit of a wave, “Why don’t you open the window?”

“You gonna come in here and fuck me?” You were right at the precipice of release, and he interrupted things. It was the least he could do.

“No,” he answers abruptly. You were a joke to everyone. “But I will watch you put on a show for me. See you fuck your toy, pretending it was me,” your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and your vision goes red. Just how long was he watching you? And who would he tell? “I could always teach you how to suck cock.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” if he was going to mock you, you weren’t going to be sucking his dick.

“Didn’t stop me last time. Come on, princess. Let ole Ari in. If you don’t want the teddy, you want that desperate little pussy to straddle my thighs while I suck on those titties? I’ll let you move on me like you did that toy. Yeah, I know you do. Want my fingers to fuck that tight little twat,” he starts to chuckle when your hips start hunching the air. “You are a needy little thing, and I’m trying to help you. You said no sex last time.”

“But there’s a bed this time,” you counter. If he was going to make fun of you, he could at least fuck you.

“Oh, well, maybe we should get to know each other first. Open the window, and I’ll do whatever you want me to, besides fucking. It’ll be our little secret,” walking to the window, you unlock it, allowing him entrance into your room. Trying to cover yourself up as best you can.

Ari backs you up to the bed, and you slowly sink down, gulping as he spreads your legs, “You can make me stop at any time, okay?” He asks, licking his lips like he was about to get the best meal of his life.

“Okay,�� nodding eagerly he presses one hand on your stomach, and the other slides up your leg. Reaching your lips, he pulls them apart wide, and kitten licks your bundle of nerves. Tongue flicking over your bean when you whimper, “What are you doing?”

“I am going to make you feel really good, and you’re going to talk to me.”

“But…”

“Shh,” he whispers, swiping two fingers up your slit. “You want me to fuck you?” You don’t hesitate to nod your head. It was finally going to happen. All your sisters had lost their virginity in this very house, but you hadn’t expected this. “Well, let me have some fun stretching you out. No sex today.”

You give him a little whine, but it changes to mewls as those two fingers slip into your warmth, and you look down between your legs watching him work your tight hole. Pumping his thick digits into you, and scissoring his finger. Stretching out the skin as much as he can, “I know. That is a big stretch. My cock is much thicker. Now tell me, what was happening between you and the guard.”

“He hates seeing me.”

“Why?” Ari’s brow cocks up, and his thumb adds pressure to your clit. Sound turns to static, and you hear nothing at all only feel. Feel him giving you the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life, “Uh uh. I asked you a question.”

“He took Violet’s virginity. I saw them in her room the night before her wedding.”

“Doesn’t matter. He just keeps people away from you. It’s his job. What isn’t his job is fucking your sister. Why did he send you inside?” There was more to that interaction, and Ari needs to know what was going on in this weird little house.

“Ah, Ari,” you moan prayers up to the ceiling. His fingers were magical, and you couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him. “Ari!”

“You quit answering me, I quit fingering you. Why did Tyler send you inside?”

“Someone’s coming,” Ari knew it. Magnus was setting his daughters up as bait. Depending on who was coming to see you would change the way that Ari felt.

“You’re not going to come if you don’t tell me who. Who would be coming all the way out here?”

“A man,” Ari’s fingers start to slow down, and you become desperate to feel some relief. “It’s what daddy always does. He brings men out here to see us. Men that want to marry us. I whined, and — and…someone is probably coming to look at me.”

Ari wants to vomit. Magnus was parading his daughters around like cattle. Especially the youngest two. All but two were married off. “Why isn’t Lotus married?”

“She can’t have kids,” this man could pull out every bit of information he wanted at this moment. You are completely pliable to his motions. It wasn’t Ari’s favorite thing, but you were proving to be useful.

“What? What do you mean, she can’t have kids?”

“She…she was sick when she was younger. Nobody wants her because — because,” your walls are clenching around his fingers. You had been most helpful, but you still had yet to divulge what he really needed to know. Judging by the pupils of your eyes and how wide they were blown, it was amazing he had gotten that information from you.

He pumps himself in and out of your warmth, waiting on you to see fireworks before he questions some more. A man was coming by to see you. That was making things a bit difficult. Magnus was speeding things up. But the question still remained, would it be a quick courting like how Jack wanted Violet right away. Or would it be a long drawn out relationship like how August was with Orchid. August actually valued his wife. Jack treated Violet like his property.

You lay back on the bed, letting Ari take all that he wanted of you. Screaming out in pleasure before you start to see stars. He was definitely better than a teddy bear. Pulling his fingers out of your warmth, he rubs your slick over your puffy lips before he sucks his fingers dry. “What happened to Lotus?”

“She had surgery, and she can’t have kids,” your voice was light as air. You were going to be so easy. “That’s why she’s alone.”

“Nick?”

“Business partner,” you didn't know everything. Blinded by your own needs, you didn’t even see that Lotus and Nick were completely in love, and she was fighting him. At least Ari knew now. Knew why Lotus was ‘undesirable’ by Magnus’ disgusting business partners. It was obvious what Dahlia’s problem was. Married to a criminal. “Ari, can you marry me?”

“I’m not vying for your hand. And who do you think is coming to visit you?”

“There’s a younger Bass,” Magnus was too predictable. If he was going to be archaic he could spread out the wealth. Marry his daughters off to other wealthy men. “There’s more.”

“I bet there is. Nothing like tight young pussy. Princess, maybe you should sleep. Will you let me know if Tyler tries to harm you again?” You give him a nod of your head and a tired smile. “And maybe we can talk about your suitor tomorrow. I just want to protect you. This is a strange world you live in. Maybe put on a show for me while I work. I can reward you later. It’ll be our little secret. No one knows what you feel like.”

“You should just marry me,” desperate girl. You were ready for the first man to give you any attention to open up. Your father was despicable, but he was also going to get you in trouble. This was not Ari’s mission, nor plan. He didn’t know if your information would be useful, but the fact that you so easily shared things could come in handy.

“Close your eyes, and go to sleep,” he smirks, walking back to your window. He hauls himself up onto the roof, and you flip to the other side, away from the window. You wonder if this is what Violet felt before she got married. Is that why she decided to give it up to Tyler?

So many questions run through your mind. You can hear Ari start beating on the roof, and there is no way you can sleep. It was beautiful. Wrong in so many ways. Daddy would hate to know you were screwing around with someone not worth anything. Looking at your phone, you grab it up, giving your favorite sister a call.

“Lavs, what is it you need, sissy?”

“Tyler won’t let me go outside,” straight to complaining. If anyone could get something figured out about Tyler, it would be her.

Lotus rolls her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Nick to close the door. “That is what he was instructed to do. Daddy and Nick will be by later to bring someone to you.”

“It’s a future husband, isn’t it?”

“Not that simple. There’s a few. A twenty year old virgin worth millions, and a stake in Romano family business. It’s a good deal,” Lotus hates the way those words roll off her tongue. If she had it her way, this will be over before you are to be wed.

“How old are they?”

“None as old as Jack Bass. Bart’s son is interested. Along with his rival, and…why do you care? Weren’t you whining the other day about getting married? You have a long line of people wanting to marry you. And need I remind you that Tyler sees everything? Let’s not forget the cameras. If daddy hears about you nude sunbathing, he will have a camera pointed right at your window. Keep your naked tits inside. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Explain it to me,” you pretty much had an idea of what she was saying, but like everyone else in the family, they spoke in codes. “I don’t think I quite understand.”

“Let’s say you want to take your future in your own hands, like the rest of us did, all in their own way. If you expose yourself where there are cameras, or you flirt with the builder while your tits are hanging out, you better believe that the security detail to your bedroom will be higher. Lavender, you were babied, and I fear you have no instinct on how to behave. How to use your body for information. How to take what you want and to not let any man tell her what she was going to get. And if you want to fuck around with Ari, make sure you don’t do it where people can see. Nick is no idiot.”

“Did he like what he saw?”

“No,” Lotus answers shortly. “He thinks you look desperate and needy. Said that he fears for girls that are willing to do anything for dick. Just make sure you’re showered and dressed by five. Nick will be there with someone for you to meet. Daddy may or may not be there. And Lavs, dress nice. No tits hanging out. You want to look demure, and unattainable. You wanted a husband, so daddy is finding you one.”

You worry now if that’s ever really what you wanted. A child making wishes for something she didn’t understand. One thing you did know was that it was boring out here all alone. You didn’t care if this visit didn’t amount to anything. It was going to be nice not to have to eat alone. Converse alone. But to have actual conversations. And someone to literally check you out. That was the scary thought. You didn’t realize all that had gone into finding Violet a husband. And now you feared for this meeting.

“Lav, can you come downstairs?” You sit up on your bed, looking at Nick. “There’s someone here that wants to meet you.”

“Is daddy here?” Nick shakes his head, and motions for you to follow him out the door. He wouldn’t fully step foot into your bedroom. “I don’t want to marry a Bass.”

“You wanted a husband. Your father decided to open up the bids,” you gasp, staring at him horrified. “Remember Lotus telling you to live your life when Violet was getting married? This is how it works. It’s not some fairytale fantasy. Men pay your father a lot of money for you to take their last name. Your father’s business continues running as it has been. You wanted this.”

“It is a Bass, isn’t it?” Nick nods his head, and you want to whine more. This is not what you were thinking when you said you wanted to get married. Why were your sisters always right? Why did they have the ability to foresee things such as this.

“He’s only a few years older than you,” you roll your eyes as you go to stand. There was no arguing. You were meant to be seen as an obedient woman. “Hey,” Nick lifts your chin up to look at him, “It could be worse.”

“How so?”

“You could feel that you don’t deserve happiness because your father made you feel that way, so you run away from something that’s real. But what would I know about that?” Maybe there was more to him and your sister, but right now you were miserable. You didn’t want to meet this boy. Not when Ari was just down the road. “It’s just one meeting. We don’t know if he’ll be interested in you past tonight. Make the most of it. Trust me,” he gives you a wink as he holds his arm out for you to go downstairs.

“What does that mean?” You hear him chuckle behind you, and you stop in the hallway, “What does that mean, Nicholas? Why should I trust you?”

“Don’t Nicholas, me. Only my — Lotus is the only one that can say that. Trust me in the fact that nothing is always what it seems,” riddles. There were always riddles when it came to this business. Huffing out your irritation, you start walking forward, but Nick grabs your arm.

“Ari isn’t here by accident. If he asks you questions, don’t resist answering.”

“I — I don’t.”

“No,” Nick shakes his head vigorously. “Don’t…don’t fall for him. He is a friend, but don’t…goddamit. While you’re meeting with Chuck, I need to speak with Ari. I knew your perky tits were going to be too much for him to resist. That…no, Lavender. Don’t. You don’t know what you’re playing at.”

“Then tell me,” when Nick shakes his head, you spin on your heels. Not saying another word as you walk down to the formal sitting area, and Chuck stands up immediately. Re-buttoning his jacket as he bows his head towards you. This wasn’t going to be the normal greeting. He was being kind because he had an audience.

You look back at Nick, and shake your head, “Don’t leave me,” you whisper. Something about Chuck was setting off your alarms. Instead of heading to the door, Nick walks over to the bar cart, asking what Chuck would want.

“Straight scotch. And for you?” You want to vomit. The sound of his voice was atrocious.

“I don’t drink. I’m not old enough.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I said, no,” his mouth tightens up, and you see his jaw pulsing. You said the wrong thing. And you didn’t care. You meant what you said. He could fuck all the way off for all you cared. This was going to be a long night.

“Tyler,” Nick straightens his jacket as he watches you retreat upstairs for the night. Dragging your feet up each step. Putting on a show had exhausted you, and he saw the same thing he did with Violet. A bit of your life fade away, “I thought I told you to make sure she kept her clothes on.”

“I suppose you want me to stand outside her bedroom and make sure her tits are properly covered before she leaves?” Tyler’s brow cocks up. There was no taming a horny girl.

“Didn’t stop you before. Everyone in this fucking house knows what you were doing. They like you, so they’re keeping it from Magnus.”

“Everything I did was consensual. Can Jack Bass say the same? I saw her the other night. Fucking skin and bones. Magnus signed her life away the minute he agreed to that marriage. He’s…”

“I know. Why do you think we’re doing this? You said yourself, you’re a soldier and that’s all you wanted to be. You said you had no feelings for her.”

“I don’t!” Tyler shouts at him, starting to pace in the foyer. “I told her I felt nothing. The only thing I felt was the wetness between her legs,” Nick hits him hard on the shoulder, and Tyler shakes his head. “You know what I mean. She begged me. That girl was sold to slaughter. Magnus looks at his daughters only as cattle. Breeding tools for sick and twisted men with deep pockets. Even Orchid…”

“Is happily married. Don’t bring up fucking breeding to me. Don’t be an ass. I get it. Violet came to you. She wanted to own something in her life. Leave Orchid and August out of this, and remember your part. We’re going to right what was wrong. Do you understand, soldier?” Tyler responds with a grunt, and a quick nod. “Make sure the alarms are on. Don’t trust her. She plays dumb. I don’t think she’s as dumb as she wants us to believe. Smart girl.”

Nick stares up the grand staircase before leaving for the evening. He had a long drive, and he was ready to crawl into bed with a beautiful Lotus flower beside him. But first, one more thing. He needed to remind Ari what his part was. And it didn’t include sex. He couldn’t stop you, but he could stop Ari. At least he hoped.

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