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D.A | I Hate Everything About You ft Wonyoung.
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Wonyoung & Male Reader.
🔙 Previous update | 📄 I Hate Everything About You |
genres: HATE sex, rough sex, bdsm, daddy kink, squirt, overstimulation, really dirty facefuck, creampie, facial, degradation, dirty talk, kinda enemies to lovers ✧
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“Are you sure? One hundred percent?” you asked, sitting in your desk chair with the phone to your ear. You had finished a six-hour stream a few minutes ago.
“Of course!” Yujin replied from the other end of the line. “I already made sure the staff got you a room at our hotel. You have no excuse!”
You sighed, rolling your chair back and turning it to face the wall. Helios was sleeping on top of the bookshelf where you had all your action figures, next to a Blood Raven Space Marine.
“Yujin-ah, I’m serious, I don’t want to have any problems when I arrive,” you said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for a room myself?”
The reason for the argument was that she, Liz, and Rei had invited you to see their performance at the Golden Wave in Tokyo. The idea had of course been born from Yujin, and her insistence left you no choice but to accept. But it still wasn’t that easy; you had to sort out some logistics first, as always.
“No! Don’t even think about it, Ezio!” Yujin said, in a tone you knew was best not to refute. “Just trust me. Has a tragedy ever happened because of that?”
“A year ago you made Rei and I believe that your manager wouldn’t find out you were spending the night with me after the concert, guess who got told off the next day?”
“But that wasn’t my fault!” she protested. “I had no way of knowing!”
“But it happened. I just answered your question.”
Yujin snorted, and you smiled. Getting on her nerves was pretty easy and fun.
“Are you going to accept my offer or not?”
“I have no choice, I guess,” you sighed, and turned back to your computer to push your chair forward. “I’ll buy the ticket right now.”
You heard Yujin exhale in relief as you searched for the airline’s website.
"The hotel is the Hyatt Regency. I think we'll get there around 2pm."
"Okay," you replied, scheduling the flight. "But I'll go the day before."
"Why?"
You sighed.
"I'd say it's for shopping, but I spent way too much on my two trips to Italy in the past two months. I need to get back on my feet."
"You went again?" Yujin asked. "I thought you already went to Rome in October with the NewJeans girls."
"I mean, that was a one-night binge," you finally bought the ticket and stood up, walking out of your office. "This, on the other hand, was a mini vacation."
"Mini vacation? Where, with who?" she asked again, as you headed straight to the kitchen to grab a drink and some leftover poke you had left in the fridge.
"Woah," you chuckled, going to sit at the dining table. "You sounded just like Nana. Scary."
"Hey! I have a right to know!"
"Yeah yeah, I'll tell you when I see you, it's a long story."
"Yeah, you better."
"Hey, I gotta go," you said, opening a can of Pepsi. "I'm going to eat and then I have a work meeting."
"Okay! See you in a few days then?"
"If nothing weird happens, yeah."
"Alright! Bye oppa!"
"Bye Yujinie."
Yujin hung up, and as you ate your poke you checked your text messages. You had from Sohyun, from Hanni, and of course, from Nana.
Nana was honestly amazing. She could just ask that from the first text, but no, she loved it and begged for your attention. Incredibly, it was like that from the first day you met her, when she did that challenge with Sullyoon at the Music Core and she cast a spell on you that three months later you still couldn't shake.
You didn't even bother to answer her at that moment. You rushed to finish eating, fed the cats as well, and ran to take a shower to attend your meeting with Sony.
In the end, that trip to Tokyo turned out to be extremely productive. Sony executives had made it clear that a face-to-face meeting would be extremely necessary to discuss all the details about your collaboration, and by putting your trip to Japan on the table, it was easy to arrange a time and place.
Unfortunately, that meant you had to make a flight change in order to get to Japan as soon as possible, and from around 8 in the morning you were already in Tokyo on your way to the meeting. That was basically the whole day for you, since obviously, releasing a custom line of speakers was something that took quite a bit of work.
At around 8pm, after the meeting, lunch and a short walk, you arrived at the Hyatt Regency. But you found something strange. The lobby was strangely populated, and once you paid a little attention to your surroundings you could see dozens of people with cameras whose flashes went on every second.
As you tried to figure out why there were so many photographers, a hotel employee approached you with a friendly smile.
"Good evening, sir," the woman said, with a pretty thick accent. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Uh... yes," you nodded absentmindedly, trying to look over the heads, but it was no use. "Yes, ma'am." you finally looked at her.
"Follow me, please." she nodded and started walking.
You followed the woman to the reception. The check-in process was quite smooth; about five minutes later the hotel staff had already provided you with both your room card and instructions on all the benefits that came with the reservation and how to claim them.
With nothing else to do down there, you decided to go straight up to your room, as you were exhausted and urgently needed to lie down for a couple of hours. The crowd was still milling around where the event was being held, and curious you finally approached outside the security line as it was on your way.
You wished you hadn't seen what you saw over the heads of the photographers, because it immediately put you in a bad mood.
Jang Wonyoung, now an ambassador for Tommy Jeans, posed for the cameras as seemingly innocent as ever, with that face carved by the archangel Gabriel and that beautiful, slim body. She was probably one of the most gorgeous people you had ever seen, without a doubt.
And you really, really disliked her.
You couldn't stand her since before you personally met the IVE girls over a year ago, but from then on, you only confirmed that she was exactly the kind of person you could never be friends with. She was a pick me girl, self-centered, pretentious, and haughty. Four things you hated all in one person.
Of course, she couldn't stand you either. Every time you had interacted had resulted in tensions, many of which ended in an argument, and for some time now you had chosen to simply stay away from each other to avoid awkward situations with people who had nothing to do with you.
And there she was again, in a hilarious twist of fate. It seemed scripted just to make you look stupid.
But as always, you were just going to ignore her and go about your business. Nothing was going to happen as long as you two stayed away from each other. So you took a few steps back, turned around, and took the stairs to the first floor, then took the elevator to your room.
The first thing you did when you got there wasn't even unpacking, it was going straight to take a shower and then lay down on the bed to check your phone.
You ended up getting a little too wrapped up in watching TikTok and Twitter, because you didn't realize when two hours had passed, only when your eyes started to feel heavy and your body was already asking for some rest. And that was exactly what you were about to do.
Until you heard the room door open.
Instantly alarmed, you looked over your shoulder, ready to throw punches on whoever had forced the lock to get in.
But out of all your possible scenarios, none of them mentally prepared you for seeing Wonyoung walk out of the hallway and stop dead in her tracks. You immediately sat up, your brow furrowed in a combination of anger and confusion.
“Ahhh!” she screamed in fright, dropping her suitcase and handbag to the floor. Recognizing you, her eyes went from fear to anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” she asked, in perfect English with no trace of an accent.
Great, just what you fucking needed.
“I ask the same damn question,” you said incredulously, staring at her. “It’s my room.”
“No, it’s not!” she protested, and stepped forward to show you her key card.
“Look on the fucking nightstand and tell me what you see, please,” you retorted, pointing at it.
Wonyoung frowned and walked over to look at your key card. She then clenched her fists and stomped her foot.
“Oh my god!” she shrieked in frustration. “This has to be a fucking joke!”
She then turned her back on you and stormed off down the hall. You knew where she was headed, so you immediately followed her. You both headed straight to the lobby to demand an explanation.
“I’m sorry, but that’s how the reservation was made,” the receptionist told you, embarrassed by the unfortunate situation. “There’s nothing that can be done to change it.”
“At least I can pay for another room, right?” you asked, hopefully.
The woman smiled sheepishly and folded her hands across the desk, indicating to you that nothing good was about to come out of her mouth.
“I’m afraid all rooms are taken for the night, sir,” she said. “We only have the Atrium suite available.”
And with that, any hope was crushed. On another occasion you would have paid whatever, but right now you couldn't afford it.
Wonyoung, seized by rage, slammed her hand on the desk and went back the way you had come.
You looked at the receptionist, embarrassed by Wonyoung's bratty attitude.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," you sighed. "She's like that. Thank you very much, too."
"It's nothing, sir," she shook her head. "Sorry again for all this."
And with that, you set out to follow Wonyoung straight to the room, where you entered and slammed the door shut behind you. She immediately turned around and glared at you.
"Tonight was special for me!" she yelled at you. "Why the fuck did you have to show up and ruin everything?! Ugh!"
The moment she said that, you felt rage wash over your body like an uncontrollable tide of bubbling lava.
"Huh? Now it's my damn fault?!" you said, not yelling but with a louder tone than usual. "How the fuck was I supposed to know you were going to be here today?"
"You did it on purpose, you idiot! Surely Yujin told you!" she pointed at you, taking a step forward. "Why else would you be here today?!"
"For fucking work, woman," you replied, also taking a step towards her. "Why the fuck do you think I care enough about you to come here a day early?!"
"Because you hate me, Ezio, that's why!" she took another step towards you and gave you a nudge with her knuckles on your shoulder.
"So what?! You hate me too, you pretentious bitch!"
"I hate you because you hate me, you moron!" another step, now she was less than two feet away from you. "And I hate you because you always go around thinking you're better than everyone else!"
You couldn't help but let out an incredulous laugh.
"The donkey talking about damn ears!" you yelled.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"That you're the first one to think you're better than everyone! Oh my god!" you growled, frustrated at her cynicism.
"Because I am actually prettier than everyone, asshole!"
Without realizing it, the two of you were now face to face, but you were so furious that you didn't think to step back.
"See? That's your fucking problem and you don't even realize it!"
"So you hate me for being pretty?" she said with a laugh, raising both eyebrows. "Are you fucking retarded or what?!"
"Huh?" you grimaced. "I hate you because you're a fucking pick me bitch and you do nothing but draw all the attention to yourself on purpose!"
"So fucking what?!" she yelled again, so close to your face that you could feel her breathing. "Are you going to cry about it?!"
She continued yelling at you, between insults and rhetorical questions that you didn't hear. For some reason, you took advantage of that moment to scrutinize every detail of her pretty doll-like face, from those bright, round eyes, to her small nose, to her little moles, and finally, those pretty, full lips, which, in an impulse that came from the depths of your heart and you didn't quite know why, you kissed.
Wonyoung accepted your lips with a slight start, but immediately resisted by hitting your chest several times until you moved away with your hands on her waist.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She pushed you away and then gave you a stinging slap. "If you think you can kiss me first, you're so damn wrong!" She grabbed your face with both hands. "Because as a princess, that honor belongs to me!"
And then, in a move you definitely didn't expect, she kissed you.
There was something that felt strangely liberating about that kiss. It didn't feel weird like you thought it would, and the best way you could describe it was like accidentally getting something you didn't know you needed. That satisfaction was directly reflected in how your lips danced fiercely against each other, your heads constantly tilting from side to side.
You couldn't believe you were kissing Jang Wonyoung, possibly the only idol that you automatically got upset about when you saw her. For some reason you were enjoying it, maybe too much, and you couldn't blame yourself for it, she was a whole fucking beauty of a girl after all.
"I've always wanted you, you fucking idiot," she muttered mid-kiss, both hands tightly gripping the hair on the back of your neck. "You're exactly my fucking type. Ashole, fucking ashole."
That only made the anger in you come out again. But it made a revelation come to your mind, so clear that it made you feel stupid for not having had it before.
"I've wanted you too, from the first fucking day," you muttered back, your hands gripping her small waist. "Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch?"
"And you're a bitter fucker," she muttered, lowering a hand to your cock to squeeze it angrily over your sweatpants. "A bitter fucker who makes my pussy drip and doesn't notice."
"That's all your damn fault, woman," you replied, pulling away from her lips to kiss the side of her face and then the right side of her neck. You heard her moan. "Your attitude is a fucking turn off for me."
As you peppered that side of her neck with wet kisses and your hands tightened on her ass, she continued to knead your cock until it was hard.
"Are you so retarded that you couldn't spot the damn signs?" she asked between gasps, shoving her hands under your sweater and then pulling it off. "Fuck, you're even stupider than I thought."
"And what were the signs, huh?" You bit her neck, teeth marking the skin. You also slid your hands under her white sweater and pulled it off in an instant. "Looking at me like I'm a piece of shit? Trying to trample me every time I talk?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Ezio," she gasped, and grabbed onto your hair again as you peppered her collarbone and the center of your chest with kisses. "God, I'm fucking sick and tired of you. I need you to use me like your fucking sex doll."
Wonyoung grabbed you by the waist, turned you around, and pushed you down so you were sitting on the bottom edge of the bed. She then took off her bra, revealing a pair of modest but bigger than you imagined tits, and then she got rid of her denim skirt, which fell to the floor to reveal her white panties.
"It's not enough for you to be a pick me bitch, but now you're a fucking slut too?" you asked, looking at her slim, tight body, as she kicked off her boots.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole," she muttered through gritted teeth, and straddled your lap with her hands on your shoulders to crash her lips against yours again.
She began to grind her hips back and forth, with intense, deep movements. You brought your hands to her small waist and then to her small ass, which you squeezed with your fingers before giving her a hard spank that reverberated throughout the room.
Wonyoung moaned and sank her teeth into your bottom lip.
"Mmm fuck yeah daddy," she growled, looking into your eyes. "Again."
You gave her another equally hard spank on the other cheek. She moaned again, grabbed your hair and pulled your head back to dive into your neck with kisses.
"Mmm, you're so fucking sexy, fuck," she gasped, and bit your neck. "Will you do the same fucking me against the wall?"
"I will when you suck my fucking cock, bitch," you replied, giving her another smack that made her moan between kisses.
"Oh yeah?" She lifted her head to look you straight in the eyes. "Then make me, fucker."
You pushed her off you and stood up, grabbing her hair in a rough grip and pulling her off the bed. Wonyoung bit her lip and moaned, falling to her knees in front of you. If that was a challenge, you were more than happy to take it.
"Open your fucking mouth," you said as you quickly pulled down your sweatpants and boxers, releasing your hard cock onto her face.
Wonyoung instantly complied and opened her mouth, tongue sticking out. You then grabbed your cock and buried it inside her mouth. She caught you between her lips, and you grabbed her hair again to move her head along every inch of your shaft, fast and hard.
She let you guide her however you wanted, just being a good girl and sucking every inch of the piece of meat that went in and out of her mouth with those cute, full lips. Thanks to this, the blowjob got sloppy within seconds, as you made her pump her head at a frantic pace.
"Yeah bitch, now choke on that cock," you said, and grabbed another handful of her hair with your free hand to push her head all the way down your shaft.
Wonyoung took the tip of your cock into her throat with gags that made saliva spill out of her mouth. You could tell she was struggling, but from the way she looked at you with dilated pupils and slightly arched eyebrows, you could also tell it made her extra horny.
You let her breathe a couple seconds later. She moaned and bit her lip, jerking you off with tightly clenched fingers.
"Oh god, fuck my face and don't hold back daddy," she told you, her lips spit stained and her eyes glassy. "Or are you a fucking pathetic weakling?"
Your only response to that was to give in to your impulses and give her a slap, exactly like the one she had given you a few minutes ago. She gasped in surprise, but turned her face again almost immediately to open her mouth and stick out her tongue.
"So you like that huh?" you asked, giving her another hard slap on the same side of the face, to which she responded with a moan. "You gonna let me use you as a cum dump, bitch?"
"Any hole you want as long as you do it dirty and not like a fucking pussy," she said, and hit your cock against her tongue.
"Oh don't worry, you can count on that," you replied, and then you grabbed your cock and took it inside Wony's mouth, all the way to the bottom.
This time, it was up to you to control the situation. You started to move your hips hard, fast, with too much pent-up rage being released. Wonyoung stayed still for the first few seconds, hands on her thighs and tongue out as your cock hit her throat over and over again. But as the saliva built up in her mouth and she had a harder time keeping up with that pace, she brought her hands up over your knees to dig her nails into your skin.
"You like it this dirty? Huh?" you growled, watching as you turned that gorgeous doll face of hers into a complete mess, clutching two handfuls of her hair like handles. "Put that fucking throat to work, slut."
You kept thrusting again and again, until you let go of both handfuls of her hair to bring one hand to her neck and the other to the top of her head, and with that push her back so that her neck was bent against the edge of the bed. Then you raised one foot to the matress, pressed her into it and fucked her throat up and down.
Now, Wony was not only gagged, but she was also coughing and choking on her own saliva. You were pushing her beyond her limits, you knew that, but you certainly didn't care and neither did she. Her eyes were still on you, tears spilling out of them; her hands, now clinging to your thighs with trembling fingers and nails well dug into your skin.
After a few seconds you felt close to your climax, so you quickly pulled out Wony's mouth and gave her another slap on the other side of the face.
"Now finish me, bitch," you hissed.
Wony moaned and pushed herself off the mattress to grab your cock soaked in her own saliva, press the tip against her tongue and jerk you off at a speed surprising for such a thin wrist. Just an instant later you exploded with moans, shooting jet after jet of cum onto her tongue.
"Oh fuck yeah," you growled with a hand on her head.
She caught you between her lips and pumped her head along your shaft, letting you unload inside her mouth and at the same time slurping all the saliva off your cock. When you had left your entire load inside her and your cock stopped throbbing, she pulled you out and stuck her tongue out. Nothing on it.
"See daddy? I'm a good slut," she moaned, and slapped the back of your shaft against her tongue. Her face was still a mess, her cheeks streaked with tears and both her lips and chin stained with saliva. “Don’t I deserve a reward?”
You grabbed her hair, pulled it back, and moved within inches of her face.
“I’ll decide when you deserve a fucking reward,” you said, and spat out a good amount of saliva that you had accumulated on her face. “Do you understand that?”
“God, just fuck me and destroy my pussy, Ezio,” she whimpered, reaching a hand inside her panties to touch herself. “I’ve been waiting for over a fucking year.”
“Too bad for you,” your lips curved into a small, wicked smile before giving her a small kiss. “The wait would have been shorter if you hadn’t been such a fucking despicable bitch this whole time.”
“Ugh you’re such a fucking bastard!” she squealed, and you pulled her up to her feet.
"A fucking bastard who's got your pussy dripping wet," you said, replacing her hand with yours inside her panties. She wrapped her arms around your neck and clung to you.
"And also a fucking cute bastard who I'd kiss all night if I didn't want to punch him in the face," she managed to say between moans, while you kissed the left side of her neck and rubbed your fingers up and down her slit.
"Then do it, bitch," you growled, and raised your face to look into her eyes. "You don't have the fucking nerve."
Wony untangled one of her arms from around your neck and slapped you, which met the standard of intensity you'd been carrying so far.
"And ruin that gorgeous face of yours?" She bit your bottom lip, and then slapped you again, harder. "I would never dare. But seeing it marked in red by my hand is sexy."
With a growl of frustration at how stupidly insane she was, you wrapped your free arm around her waist, joined your lips with hers, and walked with her to the opposite side of the room, where there was a built-in worktop with a wooden desk; you sat her on it and spread her legs wide.
"I'm sorry, but your fucking panties bother me," you said against her lips, and in a small display of savagery, you ripped them from her crotch and let the shreds fall to the floor. Then your hand returned to her slit. "Hmm, what should I do with this nice wet pussy?"
"Eat it? Fuck it and fill it?" she asked, and kissed your chin as you rubbed her clit in circles. "I don't fucking know, god, at this point do whatever you want with me daddy."
"That's an excellent answer," you smiled, and slowly brought two fingers inside her. Wony held onto your shoulders and stifled a moan against her pursed lips. "Is the despicable bitch in you wearing off?"
"Fuck you, motherfucker," she hissed, and leaned forward to bite your jaw as your fingers sank completely inside her pussy. "You're lucky you drive me crazy."
"Oh yeah?" you murmured, pumping your wrist in a steady, hard rhythm.
Wony took a moment to lean her head against the TV behind her and arch her back, melting under the steady, increasingly faster pumping of your fingers, which made her pussy fill the room with wet sounds. A few seconds later she was able to open her eyes and look at you between adorable moans.
"Yes daddy," she nodded between moans. "You drive me fucking insane, and I fucking hate you because you're not mine."
You snaked an arm behind her lower waist and held her close, now fingering her as fast as you could. She gripped the sides of your neck with her hands, and held your gaze as she gave in to the pleasure.
"I thought it was because I think I'm better than everyone," you said, raising an eyebrow.
Wony rolled her eyes back and bit her lip. From the way her fingers tightened on your neck you could tell you were taking her downhill.
"Yeah, and that's so fucking hot," she gasped, her face becoming more twisted and flushed. "But I also hate other fucking bitches touching you, mmmgh!" She arched her back, pressing her sexy abdomen against your newly hard cock. "If I could lock you in my fucking room to have you all to myself I would do it without a fucking doubt!"
Those were her last words before she hugged your neck and came around your fingers. Her face as she writhed in ecstasy and moaned like a princess was like watching Turandot in the front row; a mesmerizing work of art that was burned into your memory from the first moment. A fucking beauty, like very few you had ever seen in your life.
For which you still felt an incalculable amount of rage.
"You're not ready yet, bitch," you hissed, fingering her just as fast through her orgasm and making her squirm desperately. "Cum again damn it."
"Ugh just fuck me you fucking piece of shit!" she whimpered, and she slammed a closed fist into your chest as her hips shook. "Fuck fuck fuck!!"
Despite her complaints, your commands sank into her body and made her react against her will. It wasn't even ten seconds after her orgasm passed until another followed, making her shake and you double-duty to keep her from knocking the TV over. With another girl that would have been enough, but you weren't sated yet.
"Please Ezio, please!" she whimpered with tear-filled eyes, and she put a hand on your head to hold onto your hair as you continued to move your wrist as if nothing had happened. "You can do the same with your cock inside me! Please!"
"I don't care," you growled, beads of sweat falling down both sides of your temple. "Shut the fuck up and cum. Cum, bitch, cum!"
"Mmmgh!! Fuuuuckk!" she screamed, pulling your hair and hitting you several times in the chest before cumming again, and now with an added surprise.
You finally pulled your fingers out of Wony's pussy when she squirted and made a complete mess, wetting part of your arm and the floor beneath your feet. The way she writhed was absurdly sexy, and you took a step back just to admire her in detail, noticing how her legs couldn't stop shaking and her mouth remained half-open, paralyzed.
"Now you deserve a reward," you said between gasps of exhaustion, your wrist feeling like it was going to melt, and you walked over to her again to wrap your arms around her waist and pull her down from the counter.
"You're a fucking insufferable son of a bitch," Wony said, and gave you another punch to the chest as you carried her up with one arm to the back of the room, where there was a single chair, a small circular table, and a double couch that you sat on.
“And?” You raised an eyebrow, and pulled her by the hand so she straddled you. Wony cupped your face in her hands, and now her touch felt so delicate that it sent shivers down your spine.
“And I won’t let you out of this room until you’ve made me cum at least four more times,” she said before kissing you again.
Wony wrapped her arms around your neck, and you wrapped yours around her small waist. You ran your hands over every corner of her back, and then down to her surprisingly round and firm ass to grope it. The back of your cock was pressed between her folds, and at the feel of it, Wony ground her hips slowly to rub your crotches together.
You pulled away from her lips to move down and kiss her collarbone, now letting yourself drift towards her small, pretty tits to suck, lick, and eat them in every way possible. Wony moaned into your ear, the lobe of which she bit on before she made you look at her.
“I’d love to ride you, daddy,” she made a cute pout. “But you’ve already exhausted me for that.”
“Can you at least stand up?” you said, both hands on her thighs.
“I think so.” she nodded. “For now.”
Perfect. Because you had something in mind since you saw her naked in the first place.
You stood up from the couch with her in your arms and carried her to the left, towards where the window was. You pulled the curtains wide open, revealing the bright nightscape of Tokyo. Wony was smart enough to lower herself, turn around and rest her hands on the glass, her pretty face now illuminated by the lights of the buildings as she bent over for you.
“You’re a good fucking girl huh?” you said behind her, hands on her waist before spanking her. Wony squealed and looked at you over her shoulder.
“I’m a good fucking girl for daddy,” she nodded. “Do I deserve my reward already?”
You gave her another smack on the other cheek, both now with bright red marks on the skin.
“Shut up, you impatient whore,” you said, and pulled her by the neck towards you, speaking in her ear. “I’ll make you perform in a wheelchair tomorrow.”
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.
“You’d do me a big favor,” she said, and licked you from your chin to the tip of your nose.
Unwilling to continue playing with her for the sake of both of you, you spit on your cock, picked it up, and brought it between her ass cheeks. Wony held your gaze, and you watched her face twist closely as you slowly sank into her suffocatingly tight pussy.
“Oh god, keep going,” she moaned with her eyes on you as half of your shaft was inside her. “Put it all inside me daddy.”
The words got stuck in your throat as you pushed forward and every inch of your cock was inside what was possibly the tightest pussy you were ever going to experience in your whole life. You tried to say something, but all you ended up doing was kissing her and stifling a satisfied moan against her lips.
Wony, clinging to your forearm and your hand on her neck, let you take control of the kiss and use your tongue as much as you wanted as you began to move back and forth. You made sure every inch of throbbing flesh went in and out of her slim body, and she was forced to part from your lips to try and take in everything she was feeling at that moment.
“You’re bulging my fucking belly oh my god,” she moaned, giving you little kisses on the side of your face.
You placed the hand you had on her waist on her lower abdomen to check, and sure enough, you could feel your tip bulge against her skin every time you pumped forward. That wasn't something new for you, but doing it to her gave you an extra boost of horniness, and if before you were determined to leave her crippled for a whole day, now it was your damn life mission.
"Come on slut, let all of Tokyo watch you being fucking railed," you panted in her ear, and put a hand on the back of her neck to press her face against the glass.
Wony rested her hands on the glass and looked at you out of the corner of her eye, face pressed against the window. You brought one hand to the back of her head and grabbed a good handful of shiny brown hair, while the other hand was left on her waist. Now you fucked her hard, fast, letting the rage in you flow just like when you fucked her throat.
"Does my cock satisfy you enough?" you asked between gasps, watching as it disappeared between her ass cheeks with each thrust. "Or are you going to complain about it like the fucking spoiled brat you are?"
"Why?" she asked, and managed a cocky smile despite being absolutely railed. "Are you gonna cry to that little whore Hanni Pham if I hurt your feelings?"
Oh hell nah. That was hitting a very, very soft spot for you, and she knew it. Hats off to her. It was an easy way to piss you off, and since you were completely done avoiding giving her what she wanted at this point, you gave her the victory and started to unload spanks, one after another, with your palm wide open and as hard as you could.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!" Wony moaned with each spank, staring at you. "Harder, motherfucker, harder!!"
You didn't know if you could do it 'harder' than you were already doing, but you still made a little extra effort. By the time your arm tired, Wony's buttocks looked like two freshly picked cherries and her legs were wobbly in an attempt to stay upright.
"Like that?! Huh?!" you hissed, and grabbed her hair into a ponytail to pull her towards you.
"Yes!! Just like fucking that daddy, fuck!" she replied between unbridled whimpers, with nowhere else to look but the city. "Oh my god I'm going to cum, keep going, keep going!!"
Not even a minute passed when her words came true. Wony came in a tide of attacking spasms that threatened to make her fall to the floor if it weren't for the fact that you held her tightly and she pushed her hips back, preventing you from moving until her orgasm passed.
But almost instantly after she relaxed her body, you regained control and put a hand on the back of her head to push her against the glass with a downright dangerous blow. She only moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, her mouth half open and her brow furrowed as you fucked her like an animal again.
"Fill me daddy, please!" She pleaded, miraculously still standing even though her pretty long legs looked like they were about to fall apart. “I can’t feel my damn legs anymore!”
“Oh yeah? I’m fucking glad.”
You pulled her hair again, this time to wrap your arms around her body and hold her against you, one hand tightening on her neck and the other on her pussy to rub in quick circles. Wony squealed and dropped her head to rest on your left shoulder, exposing her neck for you to kiss, suck and bite until she came again.
“For the love of fucking god fill my pussy already!!” she screamed in the middle of her climax, voice raspy from the grip of your fingers on her throat. “Please daddy!”
You didn’t wait for her second orgasm to pass before you turned around with her and walked her to the bed, where you threw her down with a rough push. Wony fell face down, and you quickly positioned yourself above her with your knees on either side of her hips. You brought your cock inside her again, and dropped forward to rest your forearms on either side of her head.
Wony quickly sought out your lips, and you accepted them as you pumped your hips up and down. You then wrapped one of your arms around her neck, and swirled your tongues together with moans from both sides.
When you felt your climax approaching, you let go of her neck and lifted your body, grabbing a handful of Wony's hair and pushing her head against the mattress, causing her hair to cover part of her sweaty face. The other hand went to the back of her neck, where you gripped your fingers before fiercely fucking her pussy against the mattress.
"Cum daddy..." she managed to say between pretty whimpers and the little breath you left her with each thrust. "I told you I'd be your cum dump, well fucking use me."
Coming from her, you didn't expect those words to sink into your bones as much as they did at that very moment, greatly accelerating your climax and making your body work on its own. It was such a magnitude of the damn spell, that you didn't even realize you'd cum until Wony began to moan in satisfaction.
"Oh fuck yes!" she growled, and bit the sheets beneath her as you filled her tight little pussy with deep thrusts. "It feels so warm, god. Are you sure you don't want to be mine alone?"
Still panting and not fully taking in how good it felt to cum inside her, you raised an eyebrow at that last bit.
"Why, are you going to drug me with chloroform and kidnap me if I refuse?" you asked, and removed your hand from her head and neck to let yourself fall forward and pepper her jaw with kisses.
"It won't be necessary," Wony replied, and turned her face to kiss you in a way so cute it seemed unlike her. "Because I highly doubt you'll refuse anytime soon."
Once you dumped all of your load inside her, you pulled out and laid on your side next to her.
"If you stop being a spoiled bitch, maybe," you said, pulling her on top of you to wrap your arms around her body and kiss her. You felt your own cum drip down to your thigh from her pussy.
Wony cupped your face in her pretty hands and gently ran one through your hair before pulling away from your lips.
"That's like asking me to stop breathing," she said with an innocent smirk, and she pushed herself off you to turn around and bend over your thigh, sticking her tongue out and licking up the little pool of cum that had spilled from inside of her.
After cleaning up the little mess she'd made on your leg, the only thing left to do was your cock, which she grabbed by the base and took straight into her mouth. You were still a little sensitive, but of course she didn't give a damn about this, she slurped up every inch of flesh without caring how you felt. Within seconds, however, you could appreciate how amazing she was at giving head, and how good her plump lips felt running up and down your shaft.
Her pretty ass, full of bright red marks on each butt cheek, was to the side of your face; you groped it, with gentle squeezes and caresses so as not to make the marks of your hands on her skin sting. You were taking care of her indirectly, and when you realized it, you quickly gave her a spank to make up for it. Wony moaned as she pumped her head and turned to look at you.
“Mmm, you still have some for me right?” she asked after pulling you out of her mouth, and placed wet kisses around your tip. “Yujin told me you can cum up to four times before you get tired.”
“I definitely have more for you,” you replied. “But that bitch lied to you.”
Not really. But that night had been special since Yujin looked absurdly hot in that tight black leather outfit.
“Three then?”
“Three,” you nodded. “And I know exactly what to do with the third bullet so get up here.”
“I told you I can barely feel my legs, Ezio, are you fucking deaf or what?” she raised an eyebrow as she straddled your abdomen.
"You won't have to use them, dumbass, and turn around," you motioned with your finger.
Wony frowned in confusion and complied with the order. You noticed that she genuinely had trouble lifting her legs, so you had to give her a small hand. When she was finally sitting with her back to you, you pulled her hair so that she was lying with her back pressed to your chest, and you grabbed her legs behind her knees to lift them up and pull them towards you in a full nelson position.
"Put it inside you, slut," you said, as you had your arms busy holding her legs.
She reached between her legs and grabbed your cock to take it inside her pussy herself. Wony delighted you again with a cute moan, as you held her head, planted your feet on the mattress and began to move your hips up and down, quickly picking up the pace until you were eventually drilling her pussy.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!” Wony screamed, so loud it seemed like she would tear her throat out. “Motherfucker you’re destroying my cervix oh my god!!”
Along with her moans, the room echoed with the deafening sound of her body being nearly torn in half by your animalistic and careless thrusts. In the end, your promise about making her perform on a wheelchair was going to come true. Pretty reckless on your part honestly. In fact, you were afraid of what might happen to you if her manager found out the real reason for her inability to dance.
But there were hundreds of possible excuses. Besides, it was common for some idols to perform sitting on a chair when they had physical problems, right? Wony was pretty enough to attract attention anyway; she didn’t have too much to worry about, and certainly neither did you. That was why you were going all in, no holds barred when it came to giving her a fuck she would remember for the rest of her life.
"Yes daddy fuck yes!!" Wony moaned with her head hanging back, clinging to your forearms and with her hair—which by the way had a delicious vanilla and jasmine scent—covering your face. "It feels so goooood!!!
After that scream to the ceiling Wony came again on your cock, and you felt the muscles in her thighs contract and tremble under your fingers. You let go of her legs and wrapped your arms around her torso. She was again lying against your chest, and you kissed her neck as she moaned in your ear.
"Don't you dare stop you fucking asshole," she managed to gasp in your ear, even though her legs were still shaking. "If you don't make me cum at least two more times I'll have to tell your slut girlfriend that you're such a lame fuck."
And there she went again, like the fucking despicable bitch she was, mentioning the most important person in your life right now to add fuel to the fire. Luckily for her, you were quite susceptible to provocation at the moment, so you immediately pulled out of her, pushed her off you, and got on top of her. Wony was still obviously unable to move her legs on her own, so you grabbed them again, spread them wide, and pushed them back before thrusting back into her. You then leaned forward to look into her eyes, holding her legs with your torso.
"Keep my girl's name out of your fucking mouth, bitch," you hissed, and began fucking her again.
"Or-what?" Wony asked, panting, jerking back and forth from your thrusts. "I can say whatever the f..."
You cut her off with a slap.
"What was that?" You asked, thrusting fast and deep. “I didn’t hear you, bitch.”
“I said… Mmmgh!” another slap on the same side of her face from you. “Fuck!”
As you watched her cheekbone redden, you brought your hand to her long neck and tightened your fingers there. Wony tried to say something else, but the sound came out barely in a raspy whisper. She then closed her eyes, opened her mouth in a permanent O shape and frowned in a sexy display of pleasure.
“So you like that huh?” you said, straightening your back a little to add pressure to her neck. “Who knew you’d be such a S&M slut.”
Another attempt to speak from her, and only a weak cough. Seconds later she squeezed her eyes shut and raised her hips. The way she pursed her lips and began to squirm were indicative that she had come again, but you didn't stop, instead you switched the hand on her neck to the left, and used the right one to slap her again.
Wony opened her eyes now teary to look at you with arched eyebrows. You looked down, intending to admire how your cock bulged that tight belly every time it went inside. The hot and lascivious scene triggered all your senses, and made you turn on the overdrive so that in a sudden burst of energy, you gave her the most aggressive thrusts of the night.
"Now you're not saying shit, are you?" you gritted your teeth, and added another hand to her neck to squeeze it harder. "Wanna say something bitch? You fucking can't because you're a fucking masochistic whore."
You leaned towards her and spit in her open mouth. Wony closed her eyes again, and you felt her try to scream from the depths of her throat in vain as she came again. You didn't stop. More thrusts as she squirmed, and your persistence only made her cum one last time. By then, her pussy was so tight and felt so good around your cock that you felt your own climax just around the corner.
Wony was finally able to breathe properly as you let go of her neck and pulled off your cock. She opened her eyes and looked up at you as you straddled her chest, and despite breathing like she was on the line of life and death, she raised her neck and presented her cute little face to you; seconds later, you were turning her into a beautiful painting worthy of Tintoretto himself.
Every corner of her face was being covered in cum, with most of the spurts landing around her nose, under her eyes, and on her beautiful lips. By the time you finished draining yourself, you fell to the side and lay on your back, breathing heavily. That had definitely been your last bullet. But that only made you think like a normal person again.
What the fuck had you done?
Turning to look at Wony you could tell she was asking herself the exact same question. You expected her to make one of her usual comments, but she didn't say anything, she just stared at the ceiling with her face covered in cum and her chest rising and falling. Fuck, you had lost count of how many times you had made her cum. That girl was sure not going to be able to dance tomorrow.
You sat up after a couple minutes and looked into each other's eyes.
"Uh... I'll get some toilet paper," you said.
"Yeah… sure," she nodded.
Silence reigned in the room as you went to the bathroom to grab a roll of toilet paper and returned to Wony. It was a rather tedious cleaning session, since you had left several places in the room dirty. Of course you had to start with her face, then you went to the TV area and finally near the window. Needless to say, all the work had fallen on you, since Wony couldn't stand up. You even helped her put on her panties and gave her one of your oversized t-shirts so you wouldn't have to snoop through her things.
By the time you were done you were dressed again too, in sport shorts and a hoodie. Wony had made herself comfortable under the blanket already, on the left side of the bed, but you didn't join her, instead you went to the couch and made yourself comfortable there in the most awkward way possible.
"What the hell are you doing?" you heard Wony ask you, as you were already curled into the fetal position (the only possible position in that space).
"I know you don't want to sleep with me," you said, pulling the hood of your hoodie up and closing your eyes. "And frankly I don't either."
There were a few long seconds of silence.
"Ezio, don't be a fucking idiot and come here," she finally said. "The bed is big enough for both of us."
"Why do you suddenly care?" you asked. "Anyone would think you'd be too self-centered to even share a bed."
You heard her growl in frustration.
"Do you want to wake up with a bad back?" she asked. "Get in bed right now!"
As much as it stung, you had to accept that order for the sake of your back and your comfort, since that damn couch was certainly not suitable for sleeping under any circumstances. With a huff, you stood up and went to the bed, where you crawled under the covers next to her but leaving a good gap between you.
"The blanket isn't that big, so I hope you're not a restless sleeper," you told her, turning your back to her.
"I'm not," Wony replied from the other side of the bed. "And even if I was, I'm a fucking cripple right now."
"Good," you said, closing your eyes again. "Good night."
"Good night," she repeated.
The next morning you felt particularly comfortable and warm when you regained consciousness. What had woken you up was the sunlight, filtering freely through the window whose curtains you had left wide open. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see Wony at the other end of the bed.
But she was in your arms, curled up against your chest and hugging you. Even your legs were intertwined. You immediately frowned, wondering how the hell that had happened and searching through your memory.
When the memories came back to you, everything was much easier to decipher. She and you, at some point in the early morning and for some reason, sleepy, moved around the bed looking for each other. First Wony had hugged you from behind, and when you turned around, you were the one who was the big spoon. Finally, she had turned around and curled up against you, the position you were still in until that moment.
You didn't see it appropriate to wake her up, so you just waited as long as necessary, completely still and lost in your thoughts. Wony woke up around twenty minutes later, yawning and rubbing her eyes, and upon noticing the situation you were in, she froze.
"Uhm... Ezio, what are we doing?" she asked with her hands on your chest, looking into your eyes.
"I... I don't know," you replied, still hugging her. "I honestly don't know."
Again, silence. But it wasn't an awkward silence, as you were unable to feel that tension that was always between you again. Rather, you felt the purest calm.
"At least you slept well?" you asked, looking back into her eyes.
She nodded softly.
"Perfectly," she replied, lost in your eyes. "Better than ever, honestly, and you?"
"Comfortable, very comfortable," you replied back, also lost in her gaze.
Both of your gazes then shifted to a single possible place. You looked at her lips, which were just inches away from yours. She looked back at yours, and with a quick glance into her eyes, it was easy to understand that you both wanted it. So you finally kissed.
This time you were able to properly enjoy Wony's lips, in a slow, careful kiss that was totally in contrast to what had happened last night. Wony cupped your face with her gentle hands, and you held her waist with one hand while caressing her shoulder with the other. You completely lost track of time as you kissed, but you were sure that a while had passed by the time you pulled away.
"Ezio... I'm sorry," she said against your lips.
"Why?"
She looked into your eyes.
"Because of everything we've been through," she replied. "I'm... not really like that."
"Huh?" you frowned. "But yesterday you said that..."
"I was just playing along, fool," she nudged you affectionately with her hand on your chest. "I've never hated you, but you know... you do me, and I apologize for that."
"Jang Wonyoung, you've been acting like a bitch ever since I met you and now you come to tell me that you're not really like that?"
"It's the attitude I learned to have in order to survive this shitty industry," she looked down. "You can't act fragile and naive, Ezio... Everyone has their own method to deal with media pressure and competition. It works for me to believe I'm better than everyone else, even though I know I'm not."
"But..."
"It's true that over time I didn't tolerate you for being such an insufferable whiner about my personality, but I never hated you."
"Last night you almost had security kick me out of the room when you found me here."
"Because I hated to think that after such a nice night I'd have to deal with your hatred for me," she said, still looking down as she scribbled on your chest with her finger. "And that shit stresses me out."
"So..." you looked at her in silence.
Wony finally looked up to meet your eyes.
"You've been hating just a disguise all this time," she replied. "I'll explain anything you want, really."
"No... you don't have to explain anything right now, but I'll think of questions to ask you," you said, somewhat flabbergasted. "Actually, I have a good one: what's the real you like, then?"
She gave you a cute smirk.
"You can find that out for yourself, honey," she replied, and grabbed your hoodie to pull you into another kiss.
You kissed back gladly, but you felt like the biggest idiot for being such a dick for so long. How the fuck could you not hate her? You never really talked to her, and you never gave her the chance to get close to you in a friendly way either because you always repelled her with your obvious dislike for her. Plus, it only made you realize something else.
She was one of the most gorgeous human beings you knew, and on top of that she was actually a sweet and kind person? Oh my god. Fuck no.
As the minutes passed, you broke the kiss, and you found yourself caressing her face with one of your thumbs.
"Do you want me to order us breakfast?" you asked against her lips, giving them small kisses.
"I'd love that," she nodded. "And watch something on TV together?"
You couldn't help but smile, but you cursed in your head.
Karma was a fucking bitch. A cruel one.
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Have a link to my Ao3!
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the art in my banner is Kora and Vox (Heart Reset series) commissioned from the lovely and ultra-talented Chef and I am simply obsessed with it 🥹🫶
currently just Hazbin Hotel Alastor and Vox but I can/will hyperfixate on almost anything so send me some requests and ideas ❤️
I'm adding a master list for fics and playlists (and what I’m calling ‘the ADHD Queue’) with links below the cut for anyone new! Some of it does just have the link to Ao3 right now but I plan on going back through and reposting stuff on Tumblr as well!
ADHD Queue will be stuff I’m currently working on popcorn style as thoughts and ideas bounce around in my head that will be posted in no particular order since I can’t commit to one fic before moving to the next lol
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Alastor
The Moon That Breaks the Night
Chapter 1- I Don’t Wanna Dance
Chapter 2- Dying Star
Chapter 3- I’m Not Taking Orders from No One
Chapter 4- God Must Be Doing Cocaine
Chapter 5- coming soon!
Nothing I Can’t Handle [NSFW]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
More coming soon!
A Practical Demonstration [NSFW]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
More coming soon!
Dream a Little Dream (of Me) [NSFW]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
More coming soon!
One Shots/Short Stories
Alastor/Reader caught masturbating- oneshot request! [NSFW]
Alastor/Tempramental Reader- oneshot request! [NSFW]
The Blood is Rare/Sweet as Cherry Wine: Alastor/Reader with period sex- oneshot request, a collab with the lovely FrauGwinska ❤️ [NSFW]
Alastor/sheep!Reader, red riding hood- oneshot request! [NSFW]
Moonlight on Canvas: PrideRing and Prejudice Regency Era Prompt challenge! Masterlist and musical arrangement!
Alastor adopts a stray cat- request!
Touch-Inquisitive Alastor/Reader- oneshot request!
Alastor/Reader- deer squeaking contest, request!
Alastor/Reader- nightmare comfort, request!
Alastor/Reader- the worm question, with FrauGwinska
Alastor/dog!sinner- oneshot request! [NSFW]
Alastor/Reader- miscommunication [NSFW]
Alastor/Reader-anal sex oneshot request! [NSFW]
Hex: Smile Like You Mean It- Alastor/Reader short fic set in the Dead By Daylight universe [NSFW]
Alastor/Reader- shotgun kiss [SFW]
Vox
Pretty When You Cry [NSFW]
CTRL ALT DELETE- Task Manager [NSFW]
a little messy, a little brutal [NSFW]
Pretty Wings [NSFW]
pretty wings 🪽 (Chapter 2)
Vox/Reader- daddy kink, oneshot request! [NSFW]
heart reset [NSFW]
New Love, New Skin [NSFW]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Entanglement [NSFW]
Pillow Talk [NSFW]
Missionary Impossible- a Double Trouble fic with FrauGwinska [NSFW]
Such Selfish Prayers [NSFW]
Canon Pairing Fics!
Call It a Night - a RadioStatic 'only one bed' trope! [NSFW]
God, That's Good! - a RadioApple Sweeney Todd inspired fic! Act 1: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6 🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9
ADHD Queue
God, That's Good! Chapter 10
Dream a Little Dream Chapter 6
New Love, New Skin chapter 6
a couple Vox oneshots
Playlists
Alastor 🦌🎙️- songs I enjoy writing to for Alastor / songs that I have fics written or planned
Voxxy Baby 💙📺- songs I enjoy writing to for Vox / songs that I have fics written or planned
Velvette ☠️💕- vibes
Heart Reset 🩵📺💛- compiled playlist for the Heart Reset series
Dream a Little Dream (of me)- companion playlist for the Dream a Little Dream fic
Priest Vox- stuff I’m listening to while I work on a request for a friend <3
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夜の女王
(The queen of the night) Part one. -preview-
This story includes (mention of drugs, violence, murder, an other illegal acts -do not try at home.)
M (assassin/mafia associate) x F (Mafia Leader) seonghwa wanted you from the moment you met…
You stand staring out of your mansion window, getting where you were now wasn’t easily obtained. You wanted to become one of the most feared mafia leaders in Korea, men looked down on women, they didn’t see them as equals, you had to prove them wrong…you believed you were able to do whatever they could.
Seong-hwa was originally part of a rival gang that bullied you out of sales and becoming the biggest female dealer in Seoul. After his leader (Ryui Misano) was imprisoned for committing over a hundred murders Seong-hwa decided to help you. Seong-hwa was with Ryui when he got arrested but managed to flee and skip town.
Something about you made him want to reach out a feeling of longing, he was drawn to you before all this extra shit went down. After Ryui was arrested his other subordinate Yuto Yun received all of his properties and products, you needed to get rid of him before he targeted you. If you could get your hands on Ryui’s product you could be the biggest seller in Korea with extended connections. But you couldn’t find him.
Seong-hwa sits in a chair on his balcony, his messy black outgrown hair cascading over his forehead nearly fully covering his sharp brown eyes he stares at the scenery in front him pulling a cigarette out of its pack before dialing your number in his phone, he lights it and takes a long drag before pressing the call button and waiting.
You stare at the unknown number and answer the call after letting it ring twice. “Hello….?” You say a hint of caution in your voice.
“Hi there pretty~” Seong-hwa purrs into the receiver as he exhales a cloud of smoke.
Your eyes widen slightly and you quickly recognize the voice “…Seong-hwa…..? I thought Ryui got arrested, weren’t you with him….? How are you calling me right now?” You ask in confusion.
Seong-hwa lets out a faint laugh at your reply. “Oh dear~ you think I’m dumb?” He takes another long drag of his cigarette before speaking again. “I’ve been planning this escape for months, it finally paid off.”
You smirk slightly, flicking Your lighter a few times “so let me guess… you left town already? why did you call me…hmm?”
Seong-hwa can tell just by your tone over the phone you’re up to no good he lets out a soft sigh. “I want to make a deal.” Seong-hwa speaks plainly into the receiver and takes another long puff of his cigarette, he lets out another cloud of smoke that’s quickly blown away by the wind.
Your eyebrows raised slightly “and what might it be?”
Seong-hwa lets out a soft chuckle as he looks off into the night sky. “Ive been thinking about you…. Can’t stop. I feel like we were connected in the past life…I want to become partners with you…..Yuto’s staying at the Hyatt Regency…..Seoul bay hotel” The words came out of Seong-hwa’s mouth in a sensual way but he spoke with a serious tone of voice as well.
You scoff gently “How do I know I can trust you…..that you won't screw me like your boss did?”
“…….You don’t..” He replies back in a snarky tone of voice as he leans against the wall, he closes his eyes before taking one more deep inhale of his cigarette before exhaling and putting it out. “You’ll just have to find out for yourself~ if I’m trustworthy or not” He replies back playfully.
You wait a second before replying “…if you screw me I’ll make you regret it…” You say in a slightly threatening way “I hope you enjoy your vacation, don't miss me too much…and dont get caught…” you smirk
“Oh don’t worry dear I’m a professional~..” Seong-hwa speaks, being half sarcastic with a hint of playfulness before hanging up. The phone call abruptly ends and you hear a soft beep in your ear followed by a dial tone.
Despite Seong-hwa being a serial killer and complete psycho he acted like a genuine human he had limits when it came to assassinating (no women and no kids.)
If he wasn’t a killer he’d be a great husband.
Part two —-> (smut warning)
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and that’s it for episode 2 ;)
~transcript~
[Philip] Alright, I know this seems like, impulsive and out of nowhere…but it’s not…I’ve thought it through…I've thought it through…
...It’s not the craziest thing…Well, I mean, it’s definitely up there…
It doesn’t matter. Just pick up the phone and call. No big deal.
[Josephine] Hello? [Operator] Josephine Beaufort? Yes? [Operator] Geraldi Palace. Please hold as I connect you to His Majesty the King.
Hello. Joséphine? Your Majesty… I hope it’s alright that I’ve called. ‘Course.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to actually pick up. Honestly? I wasn’t going to. But I figured you’d keep calling. How are you?
If we’re going to be friends, you should know I hate small talk.
It isn’t small. I genuinely want to know.
Well…My holiday has turned into a shut in at the Regency Hotel. Every time I go out, there’s some reporter or paparazzi that manages to find me. The constant attention…it’s only getting worse.
I feel like I’m suffocating.
Maybe I can help. How? *clears throat* How would you like to join me for the summer? What a strange question. Is it? Yes, it is. We’re friends, aren’t we?
I'm headed to Dunningham Castle, up in the highlands, for four months. It’s quite nice this time of year. I can’t go anywhere with you--I’m photographed going to the bakery across the street.
I know my appearance at your performance caused some unwanted attention from the media, but there’s no press or cameras in the highlands. There’s barely electricity-- or running water--
Is this supposed to be endearing? My point is, there’s privacy. And space.
[pause] Charles would never agree. I invite you. He’s my fiancé. I can’t go without him. Where is he now? [ pause] Paris.
And for the summer? Have you made any plans yet? He’s...incredibly busy.
[pause] I invite you as a friend. And you are free to decline. But I would very much like to help you.
#thevalencianroyals#thevalencianroyalsau#thevalencianroyalsAUpt2#ep 2#sims 4#ts4 storytelling#sims 4 storytelling#sims 4 story#ts4 story#ts4 royal family#sims 4 royal simblr#sims royal legacy#sims 4 royalty#sims 4 royal legacy
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Had a dream i got a second job at dollarama but found out weeks later that hadnt been paying me so i went to the manager who was jamie lee curtis and told her. She realized they owed me $1500 and then the dream shifted to jamie lee curtis manager bringing me and a few employees to an enormous elite party. I briefly had the thought of how can a dollaramam manager afford this before i was distracted by the party's hot chocolate station. It was completely chaotic and i had no idea what half the things were but there were a millions ingredients including coffee, melted chocolate, premium whipped cream and i literally spent the rest of my dream at this station. Markiplier was there. I drank 2 hot chocolates and started a 3rd before i woke up.
I fell back asleep and was in a different part of the party (it was fucking huge, it also seemed to partially take place on my gradeschool playground idk). Dan and Phil were there and we hung out briefly with some other people??? And then i told people about the hot chocolate bar but i referenced it as a dream which has strange implications for the second dream. We eventually ended up at my house where i used my debit card like a hotel card to open the door and grabbed a bunch of blankets to sit on the front porch. And then it shifted to some regency bullshit that I dont fully remember
#this js the clearest series of dream events ive ever been able to remember#there are a few things that i cant explain#dreams#how did i start at dollarama and end up at a party with dan and phil
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💕
With the obvious caveat that I would assuredly pick five different fics tomorrow, here you go nonny, in no particular order, and attempting to NOT list just half a dozen Malec things just because they are my Hotel California fandom apparently... But I do have to have at least one for them! #BecauseMalec
out of some dreaming tree: Malec Fairy Tale Quest! A Forest That Eats "People" (and other Things)! Weird eldritch and magical lore!
This AU requires absolutely NO CANON KNOWLEDGE and I keep hoping some of the people who occasionally just read my fic for shits & giggles will try it even though they're not Shadowhunters people. But also more Shadowhunters people should also read it, I had such a great time writing it. 🤣
Vindication: M!Shepard/Jack. Did I mention I have a thing for fairy tales? AND ALSO JACK FROM MASS EFFECT? (I'm love her, your honors)
So it's almost more a series of post-game scenes than my usual prose story style (because Jack POV and that's how she wanted to tell it) and Jack's trying to learn the context of kids' stories, and take care of Shepard who is being kind of a dumb ass but mostly just, yk, trying to recover, and Miranda is Brilliant (even Jack is willing to admit it) and I am very fond of it.
souver'inan isala hamin (weary eyes need resting): DAI, Varric & a Dalish Inquisitor, friends vs family vs love... or something like that.
Having Varric be in your party again, having Hawke's shadow from the previous game spilling over your Inquisitor, was fascinating to me. (Especially as Varric & my Adelaide were family but not ever really friends, and family is a fraught sort of thing for a Tethras and a Hawke/Amell.) Romancing Blackwall and trying to be friends with Dorian, being Dalish and Inquisitor, it was just... prickly all the way through. (In a good way, imo.) My Inquisitor was also noticeably older than my Wardens or Hawkes had been, much more self-aware and dangerous in a way that the narrative of DAI seldom let me illustrate or articulate, and while I'm not sure how much of that is clear in the fic, I can still feel what it was like for Erana to despise the world she's going to save because she loves too many of the people in it to do anything else, and I enjoy wallowing in that sometimes.
Solace: DA2, Adelaide Hawke/Sebastian Vael, my darlings, my beloveds
While not the first thing I wrote for them, it was the story of their first meeting, and it meant a lot a lot a lot to me when I finally did manage to let it happen outside of my head. Also Sebastian recognizing the Adelaide/Bethany/Carver/Daryn joke made my day when I wrote it and still makes me smile.
Fine Feathers: Yuletide fic! Book!fic, which I don't do terribly often! M/F Regency Romance
An epilogue for The Quiet Gentleman which is, if you are unaware, a novel by The Lady Who Made Regency a Viable Modern Genre almost 100 years ago, which means it has a Very Specific Style and I was very pleased I managed to capture it. (Also it's both one of my favorites of Georgette Heyer's books but also one of the most frustrating, because the lead couple has like ONE HALF OF A SCENE TOGETHER so I wrote them together more and honestly now I like the original book better, which is some hellishly ridiculous hubris but I don't care.)
#jilly answers#Anonymous#shameless self promotion#shadowhunters#dragon age#da2#dai#mass effect#me ot#the quiet gentleman#georgette heyer
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~Update!~
Hello all!
I haven't been posting much content of late, but I have been working on a good deal. While I'm not well-educated in any of the various areas that are useful for this particular hobby (meshing, 2d image manipulation, or coding), I've made some great progress recently. I upgraded from Paint/Paint 3D to using GIMP, which has expanded what I can do significantly. I've also gained experience with Blender, including the management of uv maps and matching them to textures.
One of my favorite projects of late was converting the extremely talented Cashcraft's Danbury Regency and Your Grace Regency Sets from TS3, with a few alterations. For instance, Cashcraft made the dressing table and mirror sections separately, and the mirror was not functional. I wanted to make it a single piece and have it function like a vanity from Vintage Glamour. This became a much simpler prospect when I could sort the UV maps out so they didn't overlap as I could then join the mirror and desk instead of needing them separate.
I used them here in the Violet Boudoir of my Hotel de Charost build, along with another chaise lounge also converted from Cashcraft's TS3 work. [BTW, does anyone know her TOU? I can't find anything on TSR and I don't have an account there to message her directly. I'd love to share the conversions and recolors I've done so others can use them too, but I don't want to step on anyone's toes.]
I do have some other projects I absolutely can share and will soon. I have a few modifications of the Draping Palace Single from Seasons in the works geared to make it look a little more historical. However, my favorite project that I'm currently working on is a close stool so that my historical sims have better period-appropriate toilet options. I have a few kinks to work out, but it's going well.
Happy Simming all!
#sims 4#simblr#sims#my cc#ts3 conversion#cashcraft conversions#wip#personal update#progress is good!#hotel de charost#violet boudoir#my builds#regency cc#sims regency
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Domesday
MANOR HILL HOTEL and Day Spa sits up past Alfriscombe’s headland, a decorative shell formed gradually over the centuries around the core of the original medieval manor house. For centuries this was the family home of the Vernons, able to trace their noble line back to the Norman conquest and beyond, but a combination of expensive tastes, a series of disastrous investments and a few unlucky runs at cards forced them to sell up and retreat long ago.
It still has the air of a grand house, if you can overlook the Michelin star plaques screwed to the stonework beside the main entrance and the ‘[NO] Vacancies’ sign creaking on its gibbet down by the main road. The sweeping carriage drive still follows the curve of the manor’s boundary wall, taking new arrivals past well-kept gardens and grand views over the bay before dropping them at the front door. The frontage is all late Regency, clean and white in the spring sunshine with row upon row of identically sized sash windows, while newer extensions at the rear house guest bedrooms overlooking the back lawn, neatly clipped evergreens, and beyond that ancient woodland with the crown of Fairy Hill rising up out of the trees in the distance. In short, picturesque as all hell from every possible angle. Little wonder the first Baron Vernon chose this spot to cement his triumphant land grab post-Conquest.
The grand ballroom jutting off the south-east side is a Victorian addition from the family that owned it briefly until their only son was lost in the Great War. One of the bedrooms is still preserved as a shrine to his memory, the life’s work of his grieving parents, even his uniform laid out as if ready for him to return and don it before he heads off to victory. Mainder struggles to remember that family’s name, to his occasional shame. Not Vernon, certainly, and he had nothing to do with their misfortunes, but still. Maybe he’ll drop by the display later and remind himself. It feels like the right thing to do.
The only visible remnant of the medieval hall in these modern times is a wide Gothic arch just inside the front door. The old lord’s motto just manages to assert its presence if not its meaning, shallow scratches in the fragile sandstone barely legible now; HABEMVS TENEMVS, it used to say. A brief smirk ghosts across his face as he passes under the inscription and wipes his muddy feet thoroughly on the logo woven into the doormat. Initially dismayed when the hotel decided to adopt the Vernon coat of arms as part of their branding, between the threat of lawsuits and the enthusiasm of the fancy graphic designer they hired it ended up almost unrecognisable, with details like the lion passant the Vernons were once so peacock-proud of replaced by nothing more than a stylised scribble beneath the shield. The absolute cherry on the cake is knowing that it appears not just on doormats, not just printed on restaurant menus and crockery and the tiny guest soaps in the rooms, it’s even embossed on the luxury quilted toilet paper. Odds are that someone at that very moment is wiping their arse on the Vernon crest, and he couldn’t have devised a more fitting use for it if he’d tried.
This early in the year it’s sparse business, with the Valentine’s Day offers over and done with and the Spring Bank Holiday trade yet to materialise, but those guests who do make the trip tend to be heavily susceptible to impulse buys from the trinkets displayed at the treatment centre desk. He stops to admire, as he always does, the sheer artistry at work in arranging the showcase, each shelf in the display containing precisely the correct number of tempting items, not too crowded and not too sparse, all angled to sparkle just so under the cabinet lights.
Looking more closely though there are a few gaps. “You managed to shift that geode.”, he remarks, reaching into his coat pocket and flipping open his notebook. “Want me to send up another? Anything else you’re out of?”.
He’s left hanging when the young woman at the desk holds up a ‘wait’ finger and darts into the tiny office behind the desk. “All of the rose quartz.”, her voice echoes back to him. “Most of the pendants …”. She reappears with a handwritten list which she pushes across the desk for him to review. “Pretty much all of the fossils. Here you go. We had a big rush on over Valentine’s Day.”.
He raises his eyebrows, scribbling swift notes as he works his way down the extensive list. “No kidding. Who says romance is dead?”.
“Certainly not me!”.
The cheeky smile she shoots at him doesn’t go unnoticed, but he lets her flirting pass without comment. Gratifying as it was when he overheard that the young ladies at the spa reception desk ‘totally would’ even if he is ‘like, really old’, the days are long gone that he’d consider taking them up on it.
Back before the Closing his two chief duties were monitoring the Fold for strays and wanderers, and keeping track of the yasim, the half-bloods seeded year on year by the constant traffic between the two sides. He’d barely had to stir himself on that front in the last two centuries. Maybe there are more green eyes in Alfriscombe than you’d expect in such a small population, a bit more luck on the scratch cards or the horses. Realm blood leaves its mark. But these days there isn’t one that he could pick out of a crowd, the aura about them that says they’re someone he needs to watch over. Certainly there are none of his get. He hasn’t even had a relationship on this side for how long he can’t even remember for precisely that reason, and he’s not about to start now.
Business concluded, he ducks down the corridor in the direction of the events suite. Hotel management chose to decorate this section with a selection of tasteful prints in unfussy dark wood frames showing scenes from the history of Alfriscombe. He stops to admire what’s in his opinion the best of the lot, delicate ink lines and cross-hatching showing a view of the town from, if he remembers correctly, 1857. Yes, that’d be right; the pier hadn’t been built yet, and the old Abbey schoolhouse, one of the only victims of the fire of 1860, is still standing. Memory supplies the scene - the blaze and its aftermath, nobody hurt but the building itself reduced to smoking rubble - handwringing from the diocese and mutterings from the vicar about God’s mysterious ways. In truth God had very little to do with it, but he’s confident She would have approved of the outcome, if not the methods. No more kids being singled out at the teachers’ whim, mysterious discipline delivered behind closed doors strictly one on one leaving boys pale and tearful and resolutely silent. Not in his town. He still counts that as one of his better days’ work.
A couple of steps onward he halts again, head cocked as if listening to an unseen navigator, and apparently on impulse takes a sharp right into Hotel Staff Only territory, a service corridor providing hidden access to the function rooms and the restaurant. As such it’s an unloved, undecorated space designed for actual work to get done, safely out of sight of paying guests. Plush carpet underfoot gives way to easy-to-mop vinyl in dull blue. Utilitarian plastic skirting protects the bare plaster walls from the heavy catering trolleys, inclined to rumble on unchecked if you let go even for a moment. One such appears as he reaches the bend, and he stops close into the wall to let it go rattling past. The tiny young woman struggling to steer the beast nods breathless thanks and carries on her way.
Further down there’s the murmur of voices from an event in progress. More of the staff are in full action mode here, smartly kicking open the kitchen doors to bustle past and around him with water jugs and trays of coffee cups, but they pay him no attention beyond the occasional nod of greeting. They all know him, local kids grown up playing hopscotch or bulldog in the alley behind his shop, and for all his many faults he never could bring himself to be a dick to children. It works out nicely; they have nothing but positive associations with him, and this wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken advantage of that fact to use their domain as a shortcut.
He emerges precisely where he needs to be, the atrium at the centre of the function rooms. They're busy laying it up for the first break, and he drifts aside to keep out of the way, helpfully picking up a discarded lanyard from the floor. A sign propped on the easel by the other door proclaims that today’s series of seminars are on the subject of ‘Alfriscombe: Past, Present and Future’, and are kindly sponsored by the Warrington Institute.
He barely glances at it. There’s news to be had here today, but that isn’t it.
#fantasy#fiction#books#somewhere to be#reading#faerie#gnu terry pratchett#goodreads#storygraph#booklr#one chapter at a time
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Monte Carlo (2011, Thomas Bezucha)
27/11/2023
Monte Carlo is a 2011 film directed by Thomas Bezucha.
The protagonists of the film are Selena Gomez, Katie Cassidy and Leighton Meester who in the film play three friends who organize a trip to Paris. The film is based on the novel Headhunters by Jules Bass.
Grace Bennett is a high school senior from Texas who works as a waitress with her best friend Emma Perkins to earn money for a trip to Paris after graduation. After admiring the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower, they lose the bus and their tour guide, and to take shelter from the rain they find refuge in the lobby of a luxury hotel where Grace is mistaken by everyone, including the paparazzi, for an heiress Englishwoman named Cordelia Winthrop-Scott. The heiress, however, secretly leaves the hotel to join her friends in Ibiza, so they spend the night in Cordelia's suite and from that moment a new holiday begins for the three friends.
As scheduled in Cordelia's agenda, the three leave together with the heiress' luggage, on a private jet for Monte Carlo where Cordelia must participate in a charity auction for which she must donate an expensive Bulgaria diamond necklace. During a party organized in her honor, Grace meets Cordelia's aunt, Alicia who actually mistakes her for her niece thanks to her incredible resemblance and Emma dances with Domenico, a French prince. The following day, Meg reunites with Riley, a globetrotting Australian boy she met briefly in Paris. When Grace take part in a polo match, Alicia quickly discovers that she is not her niece, who is a real talent in that sport.
The evening before the auction, Prince Domenico invites Emma to a dinner on a yacht. Meanwhile Cordelia sees a photo of her in a newspaper at a party with two girls and after discovering that her necklace is missing, she calls the police.
Cordelia manages to escape and reveals Grace's fraud, also demanding that she be arrested, but after Grace makes a public confession, Aunt Alicia, believing in her good faith, unexpectedly makes a generous offer for the necklace of 6 million euros.
Eventually Meg decides to join Riley on his trip around the world which is on a peak of Machu Picchu; Owen and Emma get married and live in Texas; while Grace volunteers in schools in Romania where she meets her love, Theo.
Nicole Kidman, Denise Di Novi and Alison Greenspan are the producers of the film for 20th Century Fox and New Regency Productions. The production began filming in Hungary on May 5, 2010 in Budapest.
#monte carlo#film#2011#Thomas Bezucha#selena gomez#katie cassidy#leighton meester#paris#jules bass#texas#Matura#paparazzi#Inheritance#ibiza#diamond#Bulgari#Prince#Giramondo#polo#sailing yacht#polizia di stato#fraud#machu picchu#romania#nicole kidman#Denise Di Novi#Alison Greenspan#20th century studios#Regency Enterprises#hungary
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£16,000+++ being spent on the Harkles that should be going to wounded military people....two wankers in a suite...
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle will stay in luxury £2,000-a-night Presidential Suite complete with yoga mat, rain shower and 65in TV at 5* hotel for Invictus Games in Germany this weekend
By PAUL THOMPSON -- Daily Mail online...(edited by me, a very annoyed reader/poster).....
PUBLISHED: 16:23, 8 September 2023 | UPDATED: 16:36, 8 September 2023
Prince Harry’s popularity might be plunging but he will be on a high during his time in Germany for the Invictus Games as he will be staying in a sky-high Presidential Suite at a luxury hotel.
He is booked into a £2,000 night suite with stunning views across The Rhine and will be joined later in the luxurious residence next week by his wife Meghan.
The expansive suite on the 17th floor of the Hyatt Regency hotel in Dusseldorf will be his base for the next eight days.
On Saturday night he will launch the sports event for wounded and disabled military veterans and attend the week long event, dropping in to cheer of competitors in events such as archery, swimming and wheelchair rugby.
Staff at the five-star hotel – which boasts an expansive terrace overlooking The Rhine with a silver bubble shaped bar – were tight lipped about their VIP guest whose popularity in Britain has fallen to 32% from over 70% following his repeated swipes on the Royal family.
The hotel describes the accommodation as a 'premium' suite - with two 65-inch televisions, plush robes and even a yoga mat
The apartment-style suite includes a separate living area, kitchenette and a bathroom - complete with walk-in rain shower
A police motor cruiser has been parked near to the hotel in a show of security being beefed up ahead of Harry's arrival.
As the Games have been organised by the Bundeswher, the German military, there are also number of uniformed personnel around the hotel.
Members of the management team for the Games are booked into the hotel and Harry will be checking in when he arrives Saturday morning following his brief visit to the UK.
At the 2022 Games held in The Hague in Holland Harry and Meghan stayed in a Royal suite in the city's Hilton Hotel. Invictus management were also booked into the same hotel to that meetings could be held among the team.
His Presidential suite boast a king bedroom with panoramic views towards 250m high Rhienturm, a telecommunication tower that dominates the skyline of the German city.
The Presidential suite has a separate living area, kitchenette and a bathroom with a the bathroom boasting a walk-in rain shower.
The hotel describes the giant-sized 158sq m accommodation as a ‘premium suite’.
There are also two 65in TVs, one in the bedroom and the other in the living room.
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★WIP POLL GAME UPDATE ★
Starting from the least voted 🤭
[Banners/post-dividers by @/cafekitsune]
#4th Place (1 Line): Medieval Fantasy-ish AU (TyHil/Pokeshipping), Currently untitled
This seemed to be a cause of concern to him as well because, during the past few hours that Hilary had spent with the two, Misty had brought up Ash’s lack of physical prowess as a teasing point more than a few times.
#3rd Place (5 Lines): Fake Dating AU (TyHil), Currently untitled
“I’m sorry, I really am, but you owe me!”
The alley he had barged into turned out to be a dead end, Tyson cursed under his breath and came to a halt. Spinning on his feet to face the brunette who had surprisingly followed him all the way here from the hotel, he fixed her with an intense glare, hoping to scare her off but she had stopped a few paces ahead of him, keeping a respectable distance between them as she folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him with a passive gaze of her own.
“An apology for the kiss? Yes.” Tyson gritted his teeth as her words rang in his ears, pointing in the direction of the hotel they had just come from, he added in a bitter tone, “But whatever that was, hell no!”
#2nd Place - Tie - (7 Lines): Intimacy Series (Pokeshipping), Strawberry Kisses on AO3, yet to be uploaded on FFN
She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and let out a loud scream, if she couldn’t even make up her mind over something like this, did she even deserve to win?
Feeling lost and confused, Misty’s eyes searched the stands for a familiar face and it didn’t take her too long to find him.
Ash was sitting in the second row from the front, not too far from where she was standing on the battle ground. He had been observing Starmie too but when their eyes met, Misty felt a new surge of energy rush into her veins. He didn’t smile, he didn’t give her an encouraging nod, he didn’t even look like he wanted to cheer her on. No, Ash’s face was lit up with an intensity of a raging fire, one that wanted to be at the centre of the ring and wouldn’t be contained until it got what it wanted. His jaw was set and his brown eyes bore into her, as if to say that if Misty didn’t see this battle through, he’d come down from the stands to finish it himself.
#2nd Place - Tie - (7 Lines): Regency Era (Mimato), In This Life and the Next on AO3/FFN
The rush she had felt when Sora first suggested the elaborate plan to her that night, had long since faded and Mimi was starting to doubt her ability to keep the story straight in front of Lord Stonefield. Her father always told Mimi, that she was not a good liar and thus she should refrain from even attempting to do so. And she diligently followed that advice, owning up to her mistakes whenever necessary, always speaking the truth to her father and her friends, even if it hurt their feelings often. However, Sora had not only managed to convince Mimi to go ahead with this ruse but dragged even her own husband into it, who was best friends with the man they were going to fool. Things did proceed smoothly at the beginning, Mimi pretended to stay sick so she would not run into the Earl as often at the Sunnyhill Manor while Sora and Lord Tai attempted to make him believe the lie they had cooked up. Sora informed her very brightly that Matt had walked right into the trap, perhaps things were easier with Tai helping them, and while that did relieve Mimi slightly, she still did not feel courageous enough to meet his eye until the morning they were meant to depart for his estate.
Once left alone in the carriage as it slowly waded its way to their destination, Mimi had no choice but to face him head on and keep up the lie all by herself, without the reassuring smiles of Sora or timely interruptions of Lord Tai to keep her company.
#1st Place (8 Lines): Soulmates AU (Mimato), Pieces of You and Me on FFN/AO3
Mimi awoke with a start.
Even as her eyes struggled to open wide, her hands felt the mattress beneath her and she knew instantly that she was in a stranger’s bed. The realisation gave her some strength to pull herself up and keep her groggy eyes open so she could take in her surroundings. The room was too minimalist for her tastes, Mimi thought as she scrunched up her nose at the dull grey colour of the bedsheet and blankets around her. Curtains of a similar dull shade covered the windows on the opposite side of the room, blocking the sunlight from entering the room and filling it with some life. Next to the bed was a small table on which a black, digital alarm clock rested along with a glass and a bottle of water. She wondered if the water was meant for her, and as if on cue, she was aware of her throat feeling parched so without a second thought, she reached forward and poured herself a full glass. While gulping down the water, she even became conscious of the headache that ailed her, almost as if someone had dropped a whole lot of bricks on top of her.
#writing#tyhil#mimato#pokeshipping#wip updates!#next weekend i'm home for 4 days so at least one of these is getting picked and updated#i'm leaning towards regency era mimato#but we'll see
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December 17th Drarry Drabble: "Christmas Sweater"
Read the first part here (it won't make much sense otherwise).
Tags: Is Malfoy up to something?, Harry is quite possibly having a meltdown over Malfoy, the annoying mistletoe is still there, but Malfoy is full of surprises, and Harry has no words, no angst, and some UST; this is also apparently the part of this December drabble journey where this whole idea of writing unrelated standalone drabbles does right out of the window...
Knightsbridge was the epitome of luxury. It didn’t surprise Harry that Malfoy lived in nearby Belgravia with its terraced stucco townhouses, private garden squares, international embassies, upmarket hotels, antique shops, chic furniture stores, trendy art galleries, and designer fashion and jewellery boutiques. It was home to fine-dining restaurants, posh delis, and sophisticated cafes — a place for the rich and famous to unload their cash. The area was predominantly Muggle, which surprised Harry but not enough to think much of it. After all, London did not have an exclusive wizarding district for the well-to-do.
Number 22 Wilton Place was a six-storey Regency townhouse within walking distance of several tube stations (not that Malfoy seemed to be the type of person who got on the tube), and Hyde Park was only a stone’s throw away. Serpentine’s Stephen Waterfall was the closest public apparition point, and it was heavily glamoured with a potent Repelling Charm that deterred Muggles from going near it.
However, the standard apparition wasn’t an option, given Harry’s current mistletoe predicament. He suspected Malfoy’s London home had private apparition coordinates, but Harry hadn’t bothered to ask. After all, there was such a thing as ‘too intimate’, and in Harry’s book, knowing Malfoy’s private apparition coordinates fell into that category.
He didn’t know whether Malfoy agreed with him on that point, but he’d quietly accepted Malfoy’s floo address which Malfoy had kindly noted for him. And, of course, Malfoy’s penmanship was impeccable because why would it not be? The git appeared to excel at everything Harry didn’t. He wrote swiftly and with an exquisite flourish that nettled Harry terribly.
So, on top of sitting on his hands during Kingsley’s two-hour reprimand (Harry was still surprised he’d managed not to fall asleep), he also ground his teeth together to avoid accidentally making a snarky remark. Everything about Malfoy screamed elegance and perfection and starkly contrasted with Kingsley’s elaborate and overly detailed rebuke.
Apparently, Harry had been well within his rights (Malfoy had boredly confirmed that with a lot of avant-garde legalese) to levitate Cormac into the Fountain of Magical Brethren and defend himself during the duel that had followed. (Naturally, Harry already knew that though he’d resisted telling Kingsley that.) Even the Auror team’s arrest had been by the book.
The only problem was that Cormac was no longer a British citizen, and his parents (with MACUSA’s help) were trying to create an international incident a week before Christmas…blah, blah, blah. By the time Kingsley finally stopped talking about MACUSA’s ridiculous complaint (as though American citizens were suddenly exempt from prosecution under British Wizarding Law when they attempted to commit crimes on British soil) and started to focus on Harry’s ‘inconvenience’ (the mistletoe), Harry’s jaw was positively aching from clenching it so much. Restraining himself had never been Harry’s strong suit, but ten years in the public eye had allowed him to get intimately acquainted with the useless political move of ‘keeping one’s gob shut’.
Still, the worst part of the entire experience was when Malfoy insisted on a home visit to help Harry fix his annoying mistletoe problem. After half an hour of unsuccessfully trying to weasel his way out of visiting Malfoy’s private residence for a curse removal consult, Harry eventually gave up. Partly because he was tired but also because Kingsley looked like he was about to suggest that Harry’s other option was a stint in Azkaban so he could come to his senses.
In Harry’s opinion, the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo’s seemed a far more reasonable option, but Harry wisely refrained from making that observation. He had no desire to spend Christmas in the hospital (lest Kingsley, in his infinite wisdom as Minister for Magic, decided to teach him a lesson). Over the years, there’d been too many instances where Harry’s impulsivity in the field had led to several highly uncomfortable overnight stays at Mungo’s, and he had no interest in baiting Kingsley into adding another one to the list.
But now Harry was here, in Malfoy’s home. It differed vastly from what Harry remembered about Malfoy Manor. There was nothing gloomy about the place. It was bright, open, spacious, and exceptionally welcoming, with no lack of plants (magical and non-magical alike), hand-picked furniture, and a wealth of art.
Upon stepping out of the gigantic fireplace in the reception room, a wisecrack of a house elf (dressed in what appeared to be a tailored butler’s uniform) greeted him with a bow so deep that the elf’s nose touched the carpeted ground. It made Harry terribly uncomfortable, though he forced himself to keep his opinions to himself. The last thing he was interested in was having it out with an elf, a Malfoy elf no less, while a pertinent mistletoe bobbed above his head.
However, since his arrival, things had become exponentially worse for Harry. Malfoy’s elf had led him into what appeared to be Malfoy’s private living room, and Harry felt perfectly out of place. He didn’t think he was supposed to be here, in Malfoy’s inner sanctum (so to speak), but Malfoy’s elf had vanished, and Harry wasn’t about to explore Malfoy’s townhouse in search of a place that made him feel less unpleasant. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder whether Malfoy made a habit of welcoming his guests in his private living room.
Didn’t he have a proper drawing room? A study even, or an office? Recency townhouses had libraries; surely Malfoy’s elf could have accommodated him there? Perhaps it was yet another attempt at trying to make him uncomfortable? After all, Malfoy was a grade-A git. Sure, he’d paid his reparations, uttered his apologies, and worked hard to become an upstanding member of Britain’s Wizarding Society, and while Harry didn’t hold a grudge (he’d testified at Malfoy’s trial), there was something about Malfoy that perpetually rubbed Harry up the wrong way.
He supposed it was only natural. Malfoy and he had spent most of their time at Hogwarts despising each other. The handful of times they’d bumped into each other at functions hadn’t been enough to establish any meaningful connection. And so, they lived in each other’s orbit, Harry acutely aware of Malfoy’s presence, however fleeting (and Malfoy likely scowling at his very existence and cursing him to the centre of hell) without ever trying to create a relationship.
Piqued by his intrusive thoughts and unable to properly distract himself, Harry moved closer to the grand fireplace, where large flames crackled and danced, licking at the thick stone walling. The parquet flooring creaked a little under Harry’s heavy Auror-issues Dragonhide boots. The edge of the broad mantlepiece was beautifully decorated with a real fir garland. Its scent (damp moss, rain, wet tree trunks and needle-covered paths) reminded Harry of a green forest, serenity, peace and quiet. Small twigs of holly and snowberry adorned the many coniferous branches. Harry caught his reflection in one of the tiny silver baubles but groaned when he also noted his companion, the mistletoe.
Turning his attention to several silver photo frames on display on top of the mantlepiece, Harry looked at them curiously. He recognised Blaise Zabini, who shared a photograph with Malfoy. The two were laughing, hugging and toasting the photographer with champagne flutes. Harry was at once interested, though what intrigued him most wasn’t the intimacy of the moment captured but Malfoy’s laugh.
It looked bright and genuine, and the way his silvery-grey eyes sparkled made Harry feel a little dizzy. He glanced at the next photo. It showed Malfoy sprawled all over an armchair with Pansy Parkinson in his lap. She appeared to laugh at something while Malfoy looked at her with an expression akin to admiration. Harry’s stomach flipped unexpectedly, and he moved his gaze to the following photograph and the next.
Many of the captured moments showed Malfoy with his friends. One showed him with Astoria Greengrass, and another was a candid image of Malfoy’s mother surrounded by well-tended rose bushes. Another showed Malfoy with a man Harry didn’t know, but the formal robes indicated that the picture had been taken at a black-tie function or a wedding. A strange sort of sensation, akin to jealousy, took residence in Harry’s chest, and he felt his stomach harden.
Thankfully, Malfoy clearing his throat at precisely that moment gave Harry the perfect excuse to turn his back on the personal photographs. Except, the second he turned around, he did a double take. He blinked several times, just about stopped his jaw from dropping, and with his arms loosely hanging at his sides, Harry furrowed his brows and wondered whether he’d mixed up his dates or arrived at the wrong time. A sense of panic enveloped him, and it took every effort for Harry to stop himself from hyperventilating. His quick and shallow breathing made him feel dizzy, and he briefly squeezed his eyes shut.
Reopening them did not reset the scene. Malfoy was dressed in a pair of black Muggle jeans that hugged his legs perfectly that Harry had to rub at his throat just to remind himself how to swallow. Malfoy wasn’t wearing shoes, only socks, and while those blasted jeans made it hard for Harry to stop his gaze from exploring, the absolute icing on the cake was the sweater Malfoy wore. Dark green in colour and with exquisite silver snowflakes stitched into the wool, it was quite possibly the most elegant Christmas sweater Harry had ever seen in his lifetime. Inexplicably, his fingers itched with the nearly unquenchable desire to touch, and in a desperate attempt to dull the feeling, Harry shoved his hands deep into his chino pockets.
“Er, hi,” he croaked.
Malfoy’s grin was a wild thing that made Harry breathe faster. He felt his skin flush and heat. Opening his mouth, Harry was about to lick his lips, then decided against it and swallowed hard instead. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Hello, Potter. Apologies for the wait, unexpected firecall from my mother.”
Harry nodded in silent acknowledgement, and when Malfoy motioned at the sofa, offering him a seat, he shuffled forward, then stopped. Malfoy gave him a dramatic eye roll (it screamed ‘you insufferable, mannerless brat’, but Harry ignored it), shrugged, then sat down and elegantly folded one leg over the other. He clasped his hands together and placed them in his lap.
“So, Potter, before we take care of your shrubby little problem, would you like some tea?”
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managed to get actual pillows for the cases i got while in crete, literally while waiting for the bus in kamisiana (the store was in the same building as the hotel we stayed in there) to go to chania. they did have pillows in them at the store but there was no way i was going to be able to fit two full pillows in my suitcases going home so i got 10€ off of each by getting just the pillow cases, and i am just That Good with colour matching to my beloved sofa (dean farnsell, albert h munsell, eat your eyes out). look at how that one corner is flawlessly blended into the sunlit part and the bottom right on the other also flawlessly fits with the shadowed part.
found a sconce at the habitat for humanity re-store. i stopped in there to see what was what (always on the hunt for bookshelves). saw some demi-lune tables there but they were around the 65 to 80$ range, not that sturdy, and my bank account said 'mmmm. no.' i got a sconce marked down from 15$ to unknown amount, so the guy said it was 5$. i got it and a pack of faux-flame shaped light bulbs for under 15$. all i have to do is scrape off some badly applied metal leaf on the socket and re-paint it!
also got the fire and ice holo taco bundle because hnnnngh colours. i actually like the unicorn skin effect better than the holo™ (blasphemy! i'm gonna get kicked out of the rewards programme) because the holo™ does not play well with my migraines.
started the 40mg of vyvanse just as the pmdd was kicking in so i had a 'what the fuck vyvanse you traitor????' couple of days going on while keeping track of my mental and physical moods and symptoms/fixed things for my doctor. ended up with a message string of:
'DO NOT LIKE VYVANSE 40mg'
'go back to the 30'
'the pmdd is LYING to me, the vyvanse is fine'
i know the vyvanse was working because i had absolutely no irritability this time???? which is nothing short of a miracle because i am usually irritable all. the. time.
i did not do any impulse buying (the holo taco was before i even went up to 30mg and i know on 20mg i was impulse buying all over the place in crete. see: pillows), which is something i did not know the adhd meds could control. congratulations, vyvanse. now i'm lingering over things, looking at them on their websites and turning them in my brain before clicking 'add to cart', and even when they are in my cart i am casting looks at them from beneath my lashes and behind my fan. it feels very regency romance.
#the mood was definitely on the oh this? gonna cry about this now part of the spectrum#this no irritability thing is wild#you mean people go through life withOUT wanting to shank everyone in front of them?#my murderous impulses quelled only by the knowledge of how very badly i would be treated in jail are NOT NORMAL?#(and the being splashed all over the news. NEVER want that)
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The Maid by Nita Prose
Molly Gray is a maid at the Regency Grand Hotel whom her colleagues describe as "special." She sincerely takes enjoyment out of her job and cleaning up after clients until their rooms are returned to a state of perfection. Nothing is more inspiring to her than the hotel manager's company talks, and she sometimes doesn't understand context.
Unfortunately, it's also the reason why she's pinned as a suspect when a high-profile regular client of the hotel ends up dead and she's the one to discover the body. Fortunately, Molly has more friends than she thinks she does, and they all band together to help her prove her innocence.
Truly a delightful not-quite mystery, not-quite crime novel. It's never explicitly stated, but Molly exhibits some symptoms of being on the spectrum, and it in turn invites the other characters in the novel, and admittedly, sometimes the reader, to underestimate her. The real twist is seeing that while Molly has a strong moral code, her problems picking up on context does not make her ignorant or innocent, and her moral code follows more or a blue/orange morality.
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