#'only 500 words' I CANT.

[traumatas]

I told myself id just write a short epilogue. This is draft two and still missing the last little bit.

[aria0fgold]

Flufftober day 1 prompt: Lost pet meet cute

Characters: Cressida, Elyanore, and Diana

Cressida sat on a bench, her hand fiddled with the helm of her blouse as her other gently pets the head of an auburn husky laying beside her. She's not really her dog.

Cressida was taking a leisurely afternoon walk by the park when a dog ran by her legs, fast enough to make her stumble forward, and had she not been nearby a lamppost to hold onto, would've fallen face first in the pavement.

That dog turned out to be named Diana, she still had her leash attached to her collar. Now, Cressida wasn't good with both large animals and phone calls, but she mustered up the courage to do both for the sake of returning the dog to her owner. Thankfully, Diana was smart and kind, and just as thankfully, the phone call went smoother than expected.

So now here they are, sitting on the bench by the park while waiting for Diana's owner to get there. They seemed out of breath when Cressida called, so she wouldn't mind if they took a little longer by resting a bit.

She looked at the street while swaying her legs to and fro, scanning the people passing by just in case one of them is Diana's owner.

One minute passed and then two, finally, Cressida's gaze landed on a woman. She wore a simple yet beautiful dress that matched her perfectly, adorning her already beautiful appearance. She looked absolutely gorgeous with the setting sun shining behind her, like an angel that descended or a goddess that came down to earth. It was such an ethereal sight, Cressida hadn't yet realized herself already holding her breath.

The woman walked closer to them, it was only then when Cressida's brain finally continued to work again.

Wait… is that… Diana's owner?

Cressida can feel her face heat up the closer the woman got.

“Excuse me.” She spoke, tucking a loose strand of her red hair behind her ear, her ponytail seemed to have loosen and yet despite having a slightly messy appearance, the woman still looked as beautiful as ever, “You're the one that called me, yes?”

“Y-yes…” Cressida squeaked out, clutching the helm of her blouse tighter, as if her life depended on it.

The woman smiled at her, it was the most gorgeous smile Cressida had ever seen, “Thank you so much for finding her! I was starting to get so worried.” She sighed before turning to Diana and playfully poked her nose, “You naughty naughty girl! Why did you run off like that? I was just fixing your leash.”

Diana whimpered and started making small howls, as if she were making her own excuses, all while Cressida tries her best to not melt on the spot, she started to think of anything else other than the beautiful lady beside her.

“What would my brother think if he knew about this?” The woman spoke in a seemingly contemplative and sad tone as Diana's howls increased in volume, “He'd be so sad and disappointed!”

Diana's whimper increased in volume then too.

Cressida turned her gaze to the other side, focusing intensely on the lamppost nearby instead, she can feel her heartbeat calm down enough.

Phew… I'm calm again…

Unfortunately, that calm didn't stay long.

“Thank you again.” The woman turned to her, causing Cressida to jump a little.

“Ah! N-n… N-no… No p-problem!” She managed to answer, she can feel the heat rushing to her face as her heart began to beat fast again.

“May I ask for you name? If it's alright with you, of course.” She took Diana's leash now, placing it on her wrist all while holding it too, she seems to be holding it much securely now.

“O-oh… It's… It's Cressida…”

Calm down, my heart!!!

“Cressida…” The woman spoke so softly and slowly it made Cressida's heart skip a beat at the sound of her name spoken like that, “What a fitting name for one as cute as you!”

The gears in her brain that had went into overdrive froze then.

“If you don't mind, may I also save your number?”

“P… p-pardon???” It feels as though her brain stopped working entirely.

“I'd like to thank you properly, so it would be great to have something I can contact you on. It doesn't sit right with me to just say thank you after the trouble you've been to.”

Cressida put her hands in front of her, flailing it slightly as she attempts to explain herself what with her brain currently processing everything so slowly as it had yet to recover from the previous hit she took, being called cute by a woman this pretty proves to be quite deadly, “It's okay! It's really okay! I-it wasn't a bother at all! I was just walking around anyway so it's really okay!”

“Hmm, well, if you're really sure!” She paused, seemingly thinking about something, “It still doesn't feel right for me to not give you something. Will money be—”

“No!” Cressida immediately cut her off, “It's reaaally okay! You don't have to give me anything, really!”

Otherwise I'd be the one next that'd feel too bad!

The woman pouted a bit, her green eyes glistening in the darkening sky as she looked at Cressida with puppy dog eyes.

Even her pouting face is so beautiful… In fact, why is she looking at me with such puppy dog eyes! This is unfair!

The more Cressida spends time with her, the more her adoration for such a pretty face turns into a slight frustration at the very fact that such a person exists who is not only gorgeous in many ways, but just as cute.

“F-fine!” Cressida caved in, “How about… your name? And…” She trailed off as she took a glance at her, the woman's eyes widened momentarily while she waited patiently for what Cressida wanted to say, truth be told, she doesn't know what else to add, but just in case the woman is still unsatisfied with that, perhaps Cressida can take something low in value like…

“Your hair tie…”

That should be fine, right?

The woman smiled then, she giggled softly. Making Cressida want to scream.

Everything is so pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous with her and now she's just so cute too?! This is unfair! Everything is so unfair!!!

…Maybe I should've said yes when she asked to save my number…

“Right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Elyanore, you can just call me Ely though.” She moved to take off the hair tie barely holding her ponytail together, it was a simple purple hair tie, with a singular small pearl as its decoration, Ely combed through her hair with her hands to fix it a bit before handing Cressida the hair tie.

It was a wrong move on Cressida's part, because now, with Ely's hair down, she looked far more mesmerizing. She wanted to cry then.

Why did I ask for her hair tie of all things…

Cressida reluctantly took it, her fingers lightly brushing on Ely's hand, it was surprisingly rough. In fact, having looked at her hand now, there were callouses on it.

“It's from sword training.” Ely answered, she must've noticed Cressida staring.

“Sword training?”

“I like swords! It's just exciting handling different kinds!”

“Can I save your number, after all?” Cressida blurted out before her brain can even catch up to process what she was about to say. It took a solid 3 seconds of silence when she finally realized it.

Cressida gasped loudly, she flailed her arms in front of her while trying desperately to explain herself, “I! I mean! That wasn't! It! I! What I meant to say was!”

Ely let out a small laugh, “As long as I get to save yours too!”

Cressida weakly nodded as she looked away, far too embarrassed to meet Ely's gaze, “O-okay…”

Diana loudly barked then, as if having reached her limit of waiting. Her barks were accompanied with a series of falling and rising howls, like she was saying several complaints for being forced to wait that long.

“Hehe, I got it girl.” Ely bent down a bit to pet her head, Diana moved away though, seemingly pouting, “Hmm… Ookay, I won't tell my brother about what happened today.”

It was only then when Diana happily placed her head on Ely's palm, making a slightly long howl to show her happiness at that.

Cressida couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them.

“Well then, we'll be taking our leave. It was nice meeting you, Cressida!” Ely did a curt bow reminiscent of a knight's, before waving Cressida goodbye.

“I-it was nice meeting you too… And take care!” Cressida waved back in a rather shy manner and when the two were out of view, she bent down to scream into her hands.

[quietwingsinthesky]

brain said No Eleven Angst only egg and cuddling

[newtness532]

it took me nearly an hour to write 160ish words, this is so slow and annoying

[adonis-koo]

me rediscovering my street racer!jk x undercover cop!MC au from 2019 knowing damn well this is gonna be the next big fic on my blog…

[ne-hny-patyk]

Йобана блять русня

[cryptidiopathic]

Just wanted to let everyone know that if you write 500 words a day, you will have written the equivalent of 3 full length novels and one novella in a year's time.

I am both thrilled and upset about this.

[pricetagged]

save me pls. two weeks. 9k words. still not finished my darkish ghoap/reader au. i am determined to finish and post tomorrow bc its haunting me

[jentlemahae]

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[teamfreelunch]

no motivation :/

[dwaekkicidal]

Idk if your asks are still open, but I have a recommendation...

Where it's like a poly with two of the members, and they're arguing over which fingers to use on you. (While actively demonstrating)

(Ex. One member is a firm believer of using Pointer/middle finger. While the other prefers middle/ring finger) idk if it makes sense lol

A possible quote "Who the hell told you how to use those fingers"

poly asks have my heart i need MOAR. thank u :3

VocalRacha x Fingering Argument

~500 words | warnings: fem!reader, fingering, (1) pvssy + thigh slap (im sorry i cant help myself), kinda meandom vocalracha, mentions of being tied up

So the first two who really came to mind were Seungmin and Jeongin. And it would SOOO start off as a random argument between them 😭 I won't write a full fic about it for this ask but I'll write a little drabble of sorts

❥ It would happen one of the times you leave them unattended at your apartment. Maybe you had to run out to grab food or wanted to run to the corner store on your own. You're gone for no more than an hour and they still managed to get on the topic of sex and fingering. (probably due to an nsfw meme one of them found/one of the boys found and sent to a group chat)

❥ Bombard you the second you walk in the door. "Jagi, which fingers do you prefer when we fuck you?" & "Puppyyyy~ Tell him I'm right. I know your pussy better than him, right?" Front door wide open and all lol

❥ They argue about it through the whole night until you inevitably get sick of it and just tell them it's all the same. Which, to your dismay, only ends in you in the bedroom with them both between your legs. If you think it's all the same then they feel the need to experiment.

❥ Minnie's most likely gonna be mean to both of you during the whole thing. Starts with a swift "Sit the fuck still or else I'll tie you down." to you and a "Who the fuck taught you that?!? Paboya." to Jeongin

❥ They'd try to do it by taking turns at first. Seungmin lets Jeongin go first and lets him try to "explain" why his way is better but gets fidgety and eventually pulls the other boy's wrist away from you. So Seungmin forces his turn like that and all goes smoothly while he tries to explain his way.

❥ All until Jeongin gets antsy and now they just go back and forth, shoving their fingers deep into your cunt while they bicker back and forth about whose way is better.

❥ They tried to get your opinion on the matter, but after 20+ minutes of them unintentionally edging you and accidentally bullying your G-spot, you're sort of zoned out. A little "fucked dumb" if you will

❥ Jeongin's fingers are still in you when they realize you aren't paying attention and he curves them meanly into your G-spot in an attempt to get your attention. When that doesn't work Seungmin will land a harsh slap to your folds and/or to your thigh

❥ When they find out that you haven't been paying attention the whole time they'll roll their eyes and tell you to focus because they "have no plans to stop until you give us an answer."

❥ At this point it's not so much about what fingers are better, they just want to be right no matter what. Which! Inevitably turns this a competition on who can make you cum faster with their fingers and/or them edging you until you tell them whose way is "better"

❥ You're having a whole lot of orgasms that night. Almost all of which are pulled from their fingers and, depending on how much you toss and turn, may or may not end with you being held down forcefully by whoever isn't knuckles deep into your cunt 🤭

Taglist:

@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina @rylea08

@grandma143 @caught-in-the-afterglow @yaorzu-blog @jabmastersupriseee

[ivymarquis]

Not me vividly hallucinating about a certain scot eating me out until I cry

What you wish for

Pairing| John “Soap The Munch (tm)” MacTavish x F!Reader Rating| E Word Count| ~500 Kinks/Content/Warnings| Cunnilingus, squirting, mentions of safe word, Johnny is A Munch(tm), the author is an American still trying to dial in a Scottish accent

Date a munch, they said.

It would be fun, they said.

And it is, for the most part- you can admit that with no hardship.

It’s just that occasionally (like now), it becomes obvious that Johnny is eating you out for his pleasure and your own is just a happy by-product.

“Shit, ah! Johnny! I’m gonna- hgn- Johnny I’m gonna cum,” you pant in warning as the Scot buried between your thighs goes to town on you like a man starved.

Every time this man drops to his knees in front of you, it is a guarantee you’re going to see stars.

This time he’s got you pinned on your back on the bed. You seem to be wiggling too much for his taste as he’s banded one forearm across your waist and the other hand grips one thigh to keep your legs spread for him.

No matter how much you cry and moan and buck and cant your hips, he just leans his weight on you to keep you still.

He alternates between broad swipes with the flat of his tongue or more pointedly circling your clit or lapping at the inside of you.

While he’s yet to disappoint, he really seems into it (re: you) today. Like teetering on has-something-to-prove into it.

With that sort of dedication and attention, it’s no wonder he’s got you squirting and squealing in record time as he slips two fingers inside and abuses that spot that has you seeing stars.

Johnny works you through your high, lapping up every drop of it like it’s his last meal. Your legs twitch weakly in his hold as he continues on.

You think that maybe he’s working himself down, that he’ll leave you be in a minute.

He doesn’t.

Less attention is paid directly to your clit, but he’s still honed in between your legs even as you squirm. “Johnny,” his voice is a whine in your throat. “Johnny I came- I already came,” like there was any possibility that he is unaware of that- given how you squirted all over his face.

He pulls off momentarily, eying you with a skeptical look. “The fuck’s that got to do with me, bonnie? Cum or don’t, I'm finished when I'm finished.”

Your brain needs a system reboot at that- you stare at the ceiling dumbly as he gets back to business.

He’s trying to kill you- there’s no other explanation for it.

(Distantly you remember how your ex never went down you- still expected head on a routine basis, of course!- and you swore that the next guy you dated would have to be okay with reciprocation. You certainly got your wish in spades, hadn’t you? Almost like the universe was apologizing in the most mind-melting way possible)

It’s all you can do to lay there and breathe. If it actually gets to be too much- well, that’s what safewords are for. But Jesus fucking Christ the man doesn’t do anything in halves.

It’s only after he’s wrenched your second orgasm from you that he lets up, crawling up the bed to collapse to the side of you.

“Soon as my legs quit twitching, I’m returning the favor,” it takes you a couple tries to stammer out the words. Johnny looks every bit like the cat that caught the canary.

“Oh I’m no done with that sweet cunt o’ yours- ye just looked like ye were gonna pass oot. We’ll give ye a break an then back tae it, hm?”

[halfwayhearted]

LAMINE YAMAL X READER STUDY SESSION WHERE HE CANT STOP LOOKING AT HER. OOOOH. R u picking up what i’m putting down.

Means Something — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was just a study session. Nothing more, nothing less. So… why was he having trouble keeping his eyes off you?

Word Count: 500+

Disclaimer/s — No use of Y/N, perhaps OOC Lamine (?), I think that’s it, just fluff tbh!

A/N: I THINK I PICKED UP WHAT YOU PUT DOWN BUT LET ME KNOW, BONKALICIOUS.

This was the sixth time you’ve felt his stare.

You tried shrugging it off at first, chalking it up to ‘he’s probably just zoning out’. He’d always zone out, so it wasn’t anything new. Hence why it was so easy for you to believe it.

It wasn’t until you said his name that you started questioning him. He sounded like he was actually listening. It was just that the only thing, or person, he could focus on was you and you only.

And that, quite evidently, didn’t include any part of what you were saying at all.

“Lamine,” you drawled with a sigh, meeting his gaze. The eye contact was heavy; you’d probably flush and look away if you weren’t starting to feel annoyed. Who wouldn’t be? If he wasn’t actually listening, he wasn’t only wasting his time, but also yours. “Hey, are you listening to me? This is on the quiz, you know that, right?”

The boy hummed as soon as his name left your lips, a lopsided smirk slowly tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I know. I’m listening.”

And he was indeed telling the truth. He was genuinely listening, without a hint of zoning out. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you slid your phone off the bed and opened the ‘Camera’ app, checking if there was something on your face that was causing him to look at you so… so intently.

He wouldn't look at you like that otherwise. Like he could, you didn't know, actually like you.

That’s what you thought at least.

For him, it was a different story, but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it or admit it yet.

A laugh escaped his lips at that. He reached out and placed a hand over yours to set your phone back down onto the bed. “There’s nothing on your face,” he assured you. “Why do you think there’s something on your face?”

“Because you keep looking at me like there is something on my face,” you quipped as if it were obvious. Because it was. Was he teasing you?

“Well, there’s not.”

Pursing your lips, trying to decipher whether or not he was lying, you realized you actually couldn’t tell at all. “Are you lying to me? I won’t help you if you are.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he told you, adding your name so quietly, so softly, you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t right next to him.

Brushing off the sudden goosebumps that formed on your arms, you cleared your throat and looked away with a nod. “Right.”

Lamine scoffed, “I wouldn’t!”

“Uh-huh,” you countered, your expression softening at the sight of his smile widening. Hey, knock it off. “Okay, as I was saying…”

With that, he nodded and looked down at the piles of opened notebooks and textbooks, trying his utmost to stay focused. However, he simply couldn’t tear his gaze away from you.

If only you realized that this moment was merely the prologue to your relationship with him.

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[angelbaby-fics]

Okay so i have tonsillitis rn and cant eat bc it hurts like hell.

Cg stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader has tonsillitis and dont wanna eat so Papa Steve needs to hold her while baba bucky feeds her even though her cries and sobs Broke their heart they need to do it bc she dont even wanna eat soup. Big bro petie wanna comfort her and give her, her favorite blankie and plushie😻

I love your fics!!

A Welcome Distraction

Word Count: 500

A/N: Aaah I'm sorry this took so long! Hopefully your tonsillitis is all better now 😅 I hope you like this 💕

Steve and Bucky were more than worried for you. It was nearly dinnertime and you’d still refused to eat all day. They knew what was wrong, your doctor's appointment was scheduled for the very next day, but there wasn’t much they could do to comfort you in the meantime. You’d even denied your bottle full of warm milk, something you usually couldn’t get enough of. Your daddies’ hearts ached just knowing how uncomfortable you must have been. Even Peter was concerned, hardly able to pay attention to his toys while you were suffering.

The discomfort in your stomach grew worse, but it was still no match for the white hot pain that came every time you tried to swallow. You’d spent all day long either crying or on the brink of tears, handed back and forth between your daddies so you’d never be left alone. The sun was nearly setting when they decided something must be done. Bucky carried you to your highchair, but you only clung to him harder. Your baba immediately understood what you needed, sitting down at one of the dining table chairs with you still in his lap, still gripping tight to his shoulders. Peter watched from his booster seat across the table. 

Steve entered the dining room a moment later, a bowl of soup warmed up to just the right temperature in his hand. It was your favorite kind, with not too strong of a flavor or too many spices since he knew you were already overwhelmed. You hid your face in Bucky’s neck as Steve approached you with a spoonful of warm broth.

“I know, angel. Just a couple tiny bites for daddy?”

Bucky lightly massaged your scalp, an excuse to gently maneuver your head to face Steve a little better. You parted your lips just enough for him to slip the spoon in and guide a little bit of soup down your throat. It didn’t feel good, but the taste was satisfying as it washed over your dry tongue, and the warmth spilling into your tummy woke up your appetite. You whined for another bite. Bucky continued to comfort you as Steve kept the spoonfuls coming. Both of them were focused on you, making sure you didn’t start crying again or coughing up the soup. You continued to whine and wiggle for a bit, until you stopped. 

Both of your daddies looked down to see Peter seated on the floor next to the table. He’d gotten up from his booster seat all on his own and snuck away to your playroom, retrieving as many dolls and stuffies as he could carry. Now he sat cross-legged before you, acting out funny little scenes with your toys to try and cheer you up while you ate, and it was working. For the first time all day long, you cracked a hint of a smile. Steve and Bucky were so proud of the sweet relationship between their babies. Your big brother Peter had saved the day once again.

(this is how i imagine them watching peter & reader interact so sweetly hehe 💕)

[beomiracles]

hi serene!! happy 500 followers and hopes of many more!! <3

BARE W ME I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN BRIDGERTON rn

i was thinking of a forbidden romance between rivaling royalty mc and kai, kai’s family wants him to marry a family with a high title to continue the long line of succession for two kingdoms but mc is the only exception due to them being their rivalry family. but during the the balls that are held by different families thats when kai and mc always manage to find their way into each others arms. and due to rumors going around they have to find a way to get the gossip off of them and their families. (fuck it add smut some how 😭)

I BELIEVE IN YOU MWAHHH :,)) 1K FOLLOWERS NEXT FRFR

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... ohmygod I absolutely LOVE Bridgerton (rest of s3 tomorrow, I'm dizzy). hehe this was sm fun to write and I loved the story setting, and of course I always find a way to sneak in smut :3

wc -> 1.7k

pairings hueningkai x afab!reader warnings themes of jealousy, unprotected sex (+pullout method), breast play, very minor hair pulling, no established relationships.

“One would assume that you were tailing me.” You murmur as Kai’s hand finds your waist, his other intertwining with yours. “I am merely partaking in tonight’s event”, he flashes you a smirk as he spins you around. When you turn back to face him, he continues, “besides, it is you, who seems to show up where I go.” 

The large ballroom suddenly seemed a lot smaller, more crowded, as couples spun around on the floor. You glance along the sea of people, despite the loud chattering combined with the soothing melody flowing from the piano, plenty of gazes seem to linger around you and your current dance partner. 

Scoffing, you turn your attention toward the man in front of you, “and I suppose I am to lounge at home whilst you are out buttering up the young ladies of the ton?” The remark was supposed to be sarcastic, but it came out as more of a complaint. Kai cocks an eyebrow at you as he lets go off your waist to take a step back, you do the same before giving a small twirl of your gown. 

When you reconnect he grins, “does the thought bother you?” You can sense the mockery in his voice and his words make you want to roll your eyes. “Hardly. In fact I do suppose I feel sorry for the young lady who you are to court.” Kai’s expression flickers with a small glare as he twirls your around once more, this time he pulls you back harshly. “The same ought to go for the man willing to court you, oh wait-” he pauses as a smirk crawls to his lips, “there has yet to be one.” 

Your lips part in objection before you realize that he is right. This would be your second season and you had yet to even acquire more than a glance from any respectable man. You supposed that a lot had to do with the fact that Kai had managed to scare half of them off by the beginning of your first season — and he seemed intent on keeping it that way. 

He notices the scowl on your face and his smirk widens further. “Watch your tongue, we wouldn’t want to cause a scene now?” His mockery only spurred you on further as you surged forward despite the move not being incorporated in your dance. “You..” you begin but trail off as you notice the increasing glances sent your way, no less by your very much diabolical families — who remained seated as far from each other as physically possible. 

Kai huffs out a short breath, tickling your face as he does. “Don’t get lazy on the remarks now”, he drawls as he pulls you flush against his chest, drawing a small yelp from you. “Don’t you think we’re a little too close?” You mumble as your eyes dart across the room, finding almost every couple looking your way as low murmurs filled the room. 

Paying them no mind, Kai shrugs. “No. Do you?” Your gaze flickers back toward his menacing expression and your jaw clenches. “I reckon we’ve been closer.” The chuckle that escapes his lips causes your heart to flutter as you fight to remain composed. 

As the dance comes to an end, you’re quick to tear yourself away from Kai as you rush toward the beverages, in desperate need of something to cool you down. In the midst of gulping down your second glass of champagne, a few ladies your age hesitantly approach. You recognize their lingering glances from the dance floor and you know where their interests lay. 

Before they get the chance to speak you interrupt them. “He’s a terrible dancer”, you say as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Way too rough and he keeps walking on my toes”, you complain as you watch the young ladies' faces morph from curiosity to slight disgust.  

Kai wasn’t unattractive, nor was he of low income; in truth he was a desirable man and you knew that many ladies of the ton fawned over him. The thought alone made your stomach churn. But with the excuse of being long time family rivals came plenty of opportunities to fend said ladies off, whether it be lies of his bad breath or uncoordinated moves on the dancefloor, you usually managed to shoot down any opposing threats. 

You knew that Kai did the same, it was why you had yet to receive any callers. You just hoped that the small lies about each other would be enough to fend off any suspicions from high society. Your own families on the other hand, was a far greater issue and as the young ladies bowed to take their leave, your old maid clears her throat behind you. 

“What?” You mutter as you reach for a third glass. She doesn’t say anything as she gives you a knowing glare to which you roll your eyes. Your gaze wanders across the ballroom to find Kai with his arms wrapped around one of the many young ladies. She smiles as she leans into his touch, batting her eyelashes at him in a disgustingly desperate manner. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you set your glass down as you excuse yourself to the ladies room. Your maid begins to trail behind you to which you spin around on your heel, “I do not need a chaperon with me for the ladies room.” You huff as she eyes you with much distrust. Cocking an eyebrow at her, you stand your ground. “Unless you wish to hold my dress for me?” Your old maid purses her lips before inevitably giving up and retreating toward the rest of your family. 

The bathroom was down a secluded hallway and you took your time as you passed the many paintings adorning the walls, making sure to eye each and all carefully. Once you had shut the door to the bathroom behind you, you leaned against one of the cool walls as your eyes fluttered closed. 

It doesn’t take long before you hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching. Your eyes remain shut as the bathroom door clicks open and it isn’t until it’s closed once more that they peer up at the intruder. “You should know better than to leave the door unlocked”, Kai muses as he locks it behind him. “Anyone could’ve walked in”, he adds as he eyes you with a small smirk. 

You quickly push yourself off the wall as you march up to him, slamming your lips against his. “I knew you would get here before anyone else”, you mutter as your fingers make quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. Kai chuckles against your lips as he lets you take out your suppressed emotions on his garments. 

Breaking apart from the kiss, you push his shirt off his shoulders, the tip of your nails dragging across his bare chest. Your gaze flickers up to meet his, “who was she?” the words come out as a faint hiss and Kai’s amused expression only fueled your anger. Leaning in to press his lips against your neck, he hums against your skin. “No one you should worry about.” 

His words brought you little comfort but he didn’t give you any time to object as he pushed you up against the cold tiles, making sure to hike your dress up in the process. Your hands moved to your bosom as you untied the neat bows holding it together, letting the silk falter to expose your chest to him. Kai groans when your fingers in his hair guide his head to one of your nipples as he attaches his lips around the bud. Back arching off the ceramic walls, your hands grab fistfuls of his hair as Kai swirls his tongue across your breast before nipping gently at the soft skin. 

Moans of reassurance and praise leave your lips as your eyes flutter closed. Within short his lips are back on yours as one of his hands finds its way between your bodies to unzip his pants. As the tip of his cock presses against your folds you suddenly break apart from the kiss to look at him, your hands on either side of his face. 

“Was she someone special?” You ask, unable to let go of the young woman you had previously seen him with. Kai’s brows draw together as he stills, “are you actually intending on having this conversation right now?” he groans to which you bite your bottom lip. You could admit that the timing was a little off but you needed answers, and you weren’t sure when else you would be able to get them. 

Upon your silence Kai impatiently snaps his hips as he buries himself inside of you, drawing a breathy moan from your throat. His lips reattach to your neck as he pulls your skin between his teeth, keeping a steady pace of his hips as your hands move to his broad shoulders. “I don’t know who she was”, he grunts between thrusts. 

Your head falls back against the wall behind you as your lips remain parted, allowing the small noises of pleasure to escape them. “A family friend of sorts, I didn’t care to catch her name.” His pace increased as your nails dug into his back. “Yet she was clinging to you like a whore”, you practically seethe. 

“Fuck, I love when you’re like this.” Kai groans as his grip on your thighs tighten. Your fingers grab ahold of his hair as you pull his face up to your own. “Shut up.” You hiss as you slam your lips back onto his. You can feel him smirking against you as his thrusts grow sloppy. He catches the moans and whines that leave you as you come on his cock, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as he rocks his hips against you. 

You shudder as he pulls out, jerking himself with his hand before hot spurts of cum stain your gown. Everything is quiet for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Upon looking down and noticing the mess of your garments you whine, “that one was new.” Kai flashes you an unapologetic smirk as he ties the bows to your bosom once more. 

“I’ll get you a new one.” 

“You’ll send it under a fake name right?” 

“Always do.”

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IM CRYING (FOR SILLY REASONS THIS TIME) AKDJKWJFE NOT THIS SCENE IMPLYING HE COOKED FOR BABY SILVER BCS LILIA CANT BE TRUSTED KAJFKWJF TRULY THE BROTHER THAT STEPPED UP 🤣🤣🤣

AND AAAAAAAA if im really correct that Malleus was the one who cooked the soup in this scene (this is what baby silver was eating here), THEN IS THIS ANOTHER LEVAN PARALLEL.... LEVAN COOKED SOUP AS WELL IN A GATHERING AT A FOREST, BCS LILIA FAILED TO COOK ONE 😭✨

OH so many south american animals here?? armadillo and black newt afaik, but isnt black newt poisonous 😭💀✨ Guardian angel Dawn would work overtime if Lilia was alone at caring for baby Silver Kajdkwjfjs

AND MALLEUS SARCASM AGAIN LMAO his sentence might sound consoling Lilia but word choice of "It unsettles him" means he doesnt trust Lilia 🤣🤣

I TOPPLED OVER 💔🔥🔥😭😭 One thing that always convinces me that Malleus is not evil is because of this!!! all his decisions where it made significant impact on his character, always involved making someone "happy", he's not innately evil and selfish, in fact out of all the characters like Lilia and Silver, he's one of the cahracters who thinks of others often

AHAHAHA 😭😭😭😭😭 The fact that Malleus is probably 160+ years old here and he's still a boy,,, AAAA i feel like no one comments much about Malleus' kindness in his past other than Lilia and that makes me so kkdkakfjsv!!!

LIKE THIS ISNT BIG NEWS it was kinda obvious at the start that only Lilia and Silver are the Malleus is kind truthers, but when it gets mentioned on plot !!! im pouring out tears 😭😭😭

these nuts are making me cry...

okay another interpretation of mine, is that giving this acorn bracelet ACTUALLY WORKS like the person who will receive it will live a long healthy life, but faes are masters of giving blessings, maybe they suggested this idea to Silver not considering he is human so therefore the blessing of this acorn tradition might not flow well because hes a different species, and therefore in the present younger Silver's wish that Lilia lives a long healthy life "didnt come true"

AAAAAAA this is the exact line that Lilia from Sebek's dream said to convince Silver to just accept the dreamworld KHRJSD 😭💔

AAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭 the wayyyyy I WOULDVE LOVE TO SEE IT VISUALIZED AUGHWURHSJJD Lilia hugging little Silver tightly so as to not see his eyes brimming with tears at the possible kind gesture and first gift he has received for the past 500 years??? IM BAWLING😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭 just realized that the acorn bracelet might symbolize Silver's view of himself... like only in present time, did he start feeling like a failure in not living up to his exoectations of repaying Lilia, like a shriveled up acorns... but even if its old and destroyed, even if its failed, Lilia still treasures it, because it was given to him by Silver!!! 😭😭😭