#Valentine's Day Banquet

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How to Make Each Day of Valentine Week Memorable at Our Exquisite

Introduction

Welcome to our exquisite banquet halls, where we believe in elevating romance to new heights. With Valentine's Day just around the corner, we are excited to share 7 unforgettable ways to make each day of Valentine Week truly memorable. From intimate dining experiences to enchanting ambiance, our banquet halls are the perfect setting to create lasting memories with your special someone. Get ready to indulge in a week filled with love, romance, and unforgettable moments at our stunning venues.

Day 1: Rose Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Transforming our elegant banquet halls into a romantic oasis with a stunning rose-themed decor will set the perfect stage for a memorable Valentine's Day celebration. Indulging in a delectable rose-infused menu crafted by our top chefs promises an unforgettable dining experience that will tantalize the taste buds and elevate the romantic atmosphere. Enjoying live music performances amidst the enchanting ambiance of our banquet hall adds a touch of romance to the evening, creating an unforgettable experience for you and your partner. Capturing timeless moments with your loved one against the backdrop of our beautifully decorated banquet hall will create cherished memories that will last a lifetime. It's the perfect setting to make every day of Valentine week truly unforgettable.

Day 2: Propose Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Transforming our elegant banquet halls into a romantic paradise with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and tasteful decorations will set the stage for an unforgettable proposal moment. Creating a personalized menu featuring delectable dishes and delightful desserts to celebrate this special occasion with culinary delights that reflect your unique love story will add a charming touch to the evening. Arranging for live music or a romantic playlist to serenade your partner as you pop the question will create the perfect soundtrack for this magical moment. Capturing every heartfelt second with professional photography and videography services will ensure that you have timeless mementos of this joyous occasion, preserving the memories for years to come.

Day 3: Chocolate Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Elevating romance at our exquisite banquet halls goes beyond just one or two days of celebration. We believe in making every day of Valentine week truly memorable, and here are seven unforgettable ways to do just that. From the rose-themed decor and delectable menu on Rose Day to the enchanting ambiance and live music performances, each day promises to be filled with love and romance. Transforming our banquet hall into a romantic paradise for Propose Day with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and delightful desserts adds a charming touch to this special occasion. Creating timeless mementos of these joyous moments with professional photography and videography services ensures that the memories will last for years to come.

Day 4: Teddy Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Elevating romance at our exquisite banquet halls goes beyond just one or two days of celebration. We believe in making every day of Valentine week truly memorable, and here are seven unforgettable ways to do just that. From the rose-themed decor and delectable menu on Rose Day to the enchanting ambiance and live music performances, each day promises to be filled with love and romance. Transforming our banquet hall into a romantic paradise for Propose Day with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and delightful desserts adds a charming touch to this special occasion. Creating timeless mementos of these joyous moments with professional photography and videography services ensures that the memories will last for years to come. Whether it's Rose Day or Propose Day, our exquisite banquet halls provide the perfect setting for creating cherished memories with your loved one.

Day 5: Promise Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Elevating romance at our exquisite banquet halls goes beyond just one or two days of celebration. From the rose-themed decor and delectable menu on Rose Day to the enchanting ambiance and live music performances, each day promises to be filled with love and romance. Transforming our banquet hall into a romantic paradise for Propose Day with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and delightful desserts adds a charming touch to this special occasion. Creating timeless mementos of these joyous moments with professional photography and videography services ensures that the memories will last for years to come. Whether it's Rose Day or Propose Day, our exquisite banquet halls provide the perfect setting for creating cherished memories with your loved one.

Day 6: Hug Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Transforming our stunning banquet halls into a haven of romantic bliss, complete with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and delightful decorations, sets the stage for an enchanting celebration. Curating a personalized menu filled with delectable dishes and delightful desserts adds an extra touch of charm to elevate the ambiance. Whether it's creating timeless mementos with professional photography and videography services or arranging for live music to serenade your partner, each moment at our exquisite banquet halls is crafted to make Valentine Week truly unforgettable.

Day 7: Kiss Day Celebration in Banquet Hall

Elevating romance at our exquisite banquet halls goes beyond just one or two days of celebration. We believe in making every day of Valentine week truly memorable, and here are seven unforgettable ways to do just that. From the rose-themed decor and delectable menu on Rose Day to the enchanting ambiance and live music performances, each day promises to be filled with love and romance. Transforming our banquet hall into a romantic paradise for Propose Day with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and delightful desserts adds a charming touch to this special occasion. Creating timeless mementos of these joyous moments with professional photography and videography services ensures that the memories will last for years to come. Whether it's Rose Day or Propose Day, our exquisite banquet halls provide the perfect setting for creating cherished memories with your loved one.

7 Romantic Ideas to Elevate Your Valentine Week

Elevating romance at our exquisite banquet halls goes beyond just one or two days of celebration. From the rose-themed decor and delectable menu on Rose Day to the enchanting ambiance and live music performances, each day promises to be filled with love and romance. Transforming our stunning banquet halls into a haven of romantic bliss, complete with soft lighting, fragrant flowers, and delightful decorations, sets the stage for an enchanting celebration. Whether it's creating timeless mementos with professional photography and videography services or arranging for live music to serenade your partner, each moment at our exquisite banquet halls is crafted to make Valentine Week truly unforgettable. Our personalized menu filled with delectable dishes and delightful desserts adds an extra touch of charm to elevate the ambiance.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q1. What are the available banquet hall options for Valentine Week celebrations?

Our luxurious banquet halls provide the perfect setting for a romantic Valentine's Day celebration, offering intimate spaces for private dinners as well as grand halls for extravagant events to cater to all preferences. The ambiance of our banquet halls is exquisitely designed to elevate romance and create unforgettable memories at every turn. With customizable decor and dedicated event planners, we ensure that every detail aligns with your vision for a memorable Valentine Week, promising an enchanting and personalized experience for you and your loved one.

Q2. Can I customize the decor and theme for my Valentine Week event at your banquet halls?

Certainly! Our banquet halls can be personalized to match your chosen decor and theme, setting the stage for a romantic atmosphere throughout Valentine Week. Whether you prefer classic romantic themes or a more modern chic ambiance, our dedicated team is ready to collaborate with you to turn your vision into a reality, ensuring an unforgettable experience. With a range of customizable options available, including floral arrangements, lighting, and table settings, you have the freedom to tailor every detail to reflect your unique style and preferences. Whether you're envisioning a cozy, intimate setting or a grand, opulent affair, our banquet halls provide the perfect backdrop for you to craft enduring memories during Valentine Week.

Q3. Are there any special packages or offers for Valentine Week celebrations at your banquet halls?

Celebrate Valentine's Day with our exclusive romantic dinner package, featuring a candle-lit dinner for two in our elegant banquet hall. Indulge in our Valentine Week special offer, which includes complimentary champagne and a customized menu tailored to your preferences. Experience the ultimate romance with our all-inclusive Valentine's package, complete with live music, floral decorations, and a dedicated personal server. Make this Valentine Week truly magical with our special promotion, offering discounted rates on venue rental and additional services for your celebration. Each of these packages is designed to elevate your romantic experience and create unforgettable memories with your loved one.

Q4. What catering options are available for Valentine Week events at your banquet halls?

Our banquet halls offer a diverse range of catering options, including romantic multi-course dinners for couples. We also provide customizable buffet setups with a wide selection of appetizers, entrees, and desserts to delight your guests. For a unique touch, we can arrange live cooking stations where chefs prepare delectable dishes right in front of your guests. Additionally, our experienced team can accommodate special dietary requests to ensure all attendees have a memorable dining experience. Whether you prefer an intimate dinner for two or a grand buffet for many, our banquet halls cater to all preferences, making each dining experience unforgettable.

Q5. Do you provide assistance with planning and organizing Valentine Week events at your banquet halls?

Absolutely! Our experienced event planners can help you create a romantic atmosphere for each day of Valentine Week. From themed decorations to personalized menus, we ensure that every detail reflects the spirit of love and romance. Our banquet halls are versatile spaces that can be transformed to match the unique ambiance you envision for each Valentine's Day celebration. Additionally, we offer customizable packages that include event coordination, catering services, and entertainment options to make your Valentine Week truly unforgettable. Whatever your vision may be, our team is dedicated to making it a reality.

Conclusion

In conclusion, elevating romance at our exquisite banquet halls by BandBaajaBarat.com has been a delightful journey through the Valentine Week celebrations. From the captivating Rose Day to the charming Propose Day, and the enchanting Hug Day, each day has been meticulously designed to create cherished memories with your loved one. The personalized menus, live music performances, and professional photography and videography services have added an extra touch of romance to each celebration. As Valentine Week comes to a close, the memories created at our banquet halls will surely last for years to come, making each day truly unforgettable

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Happy belated Valentine's day no i didn't forget his glasses I just struggled with the angle of his face for literally the entire drawing and no matter how many glasses I drew they just did not work so maybe he went to a fancy banquet in Zuzu or something and elected to wear one of his disposable contact lenses.

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut | Xavier x AFAB!Reader Innocent Valentine

SUMMARY Xavier is no so innocent this Valentine's day

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, afab (assigned female at birth) reader, feminine reader (he calls you a "good girl"), oral, penetration, creampie, orgasm, spanking, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES I'm very late to the Valentine's day idea but whatever LOL Yes I mildly plagiarized the last lines of dialogue from my own post please don't roast me.

WORD COUNT: 794

Xavier being the innocent gentleman that he is brings a condom on valentines day for you two to use after the banquet. He’s such a sweetheart and doesn’t want to put any pressure on you so he asks you so many times if it’s okay for him to kiss you. Little does he know what’s in store for him.

You immediately have your hands all over him and he thinks it’s because of the alcohol, but you know it’s because you fucking want him right now.

You skip the formalities and quickly have his cock down your throat. “Mmph! F-fuck!,” you hear him moan above you as he sits on the couch while you’re on your knees. Your throat making sinful noises as you stuff yourself full of him, your cheeks flushed, and your core aching with need.

Xavier didn’t want to be too rough with you, your relationship was just getting started and you haven’t been intimate too many times yet. But, with the way that you were acting, he gave an experimental buck of his hips into your mouth and you immediately grabbed his hands to tangle in your hair. He paused, a little confused, as you stopped bobbing your head on him, but quickly figured it out. He pulled at your hair to give you some delicious pressure on your scalp. With barely any delay, he starts fucking your mouth, relishing in the warmth, enjoying your moans, and the ungodly wet sounds your throat is making.

Xavier takes control from here since you’re too drunk and fucked out already, he moves you to the bed but lays you on your stomach on the edge so you’re still half standing. He moves to start to finger you to get you ready for his size but pauses as he remembers the condom in the pocket of his pants he took off. You quickly speak up before he can go find it.

“I can’t fucking wait anymore, please just fill me up baby,” you say, looking back at him with intoxicated eyes as you spread yourself open with your hands. Your slick glistening and creating sticky strings on your thighs.

“Fuck…” He doesn’t hesitate to bottom out and you nearly scream. He pulls all the way out and starts a relentless pace as he slams back into you.

“Yeah? Mm- This is what you wanted right?” He says as he grips the plush of your ass while pounding into you at a ridiculous speed. Xavier was much more feral for you than he let on and you didn’t mind it one fucking bit.

“Y-yes! Please- mmphhh fuck!~ feels s‘good baby…” You moan in response between sobs. His raw cock drags so deliciously against your walls that you continue to drip arousal all over your pretty boyfriend.

“Such a fucking good girl for me,” he says in a deep voice you don’t usually hear and it makes you clench on him. His hips stutter for a second as he moans. He plants a firm slap on your ass and you let out a high pitched sob, enjoying the stinging pain left behind.

The sound of skin slapping and your mixed moans fill the room as he builds both your orgasms. As he feels his near, he flips you onto your back wanting to see your face, wasting no time in folding you in half to fuck deep into you.

“Y’fill me up so good- nghh… thank you baby,” you say as he kisses your cervix with his tip. He swears he can see hearts in your eyes as he kisses your legs in response.

He wraps an arm around your leg to reach his thumb to your clit, you gasp at the extra stimulation and claw at the sheets, feeling yourself quickly reaching your high.

“Ah- ah! Nghh- I’m fucking cumming baby please keep fucking m’like that.”

“Mm? Yeah? Cum f’me, pretty girl, wanna feel you cum on me.”

And with that, your waves of pleasure wash over you as your body shakes. Your moans are uncontrollable due to how good it feels from him still pounding you at the same pace while his thumb toys with your bundle of nerves.

You’ve made a ring of cream at the base of his cock at this point and he tumbles over the edge with you as your pussy twitches as you cum. His thrusts irregular as you say “cum in me please- wan’ it so bad…”

A few more thrusts and he stops, fully buried inside you, both of your arousals flooding out of you.

“Fuck… Since when did you want to become a mom?” He jokes between catching his breath.

“Your fault you fuck me like you want to be a dad,” you joke back.

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One Hell of a Love

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the events of Season One

Prologue: One Hell of a Meeting

Chapter One: One Hell of a Reunion

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Rat

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Fiancée

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Case

Chapter Five: One Hell of a Viscount

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Ripper

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Reaper

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Dog

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Hound

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Fair

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Ring

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Doll

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of a Prince

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Deer

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Curry

Book 1.5:

Follows the non-manga-canon anime events of Season One and Season Two

Chapter One: One Hell of a Monastery

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Congregation

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Cleansing

Chapter Four: One Hell of an Arrest

Chapter Five: One Hell of a Torture

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Queen

Chapter Seven: One Hell of an Angel

Chapter Eight: One Hell of an End

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Thief

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Camera

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Train

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Crisis

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Instrument

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Dress

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Ball

Chapter Sixteen: One Hell of a Dance

Chapter Seventeen: One Hell of an Order

Chapter Eighteen: One Hell of a Separation

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Maze

Chapter Twenty: One Hell of a Loyalty

Book 2:

Follows the events of Book of Circus, Book of Murder, and Book of Atlantic

Chapter One: One Hell of a Circus

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Prosthesis

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Roommate

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Hallmark

Chapter Five: One Hell of a Cold

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Show

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Fire

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Nature

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Banquet

Chapter Ten: One Hell of an Alibi

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Murder

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Discussion

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of a Newcomer

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Perpetrator

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Reveal

Chapter Sixteen: One Hell of a Hire

Chapter Seventeen: One Hell of a Ship

Chapter Eighteen: One Hell of an Experiment

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Corpse

Chapter Twenty: One Hell of a Lady

Chapter Twenty-One: One Hell of an Identity

Chapter Twenty-Two: One Hell of a Scythe

Chapter Twenty-Three: One Hell of a Past

Chapter Twenty-Four: One Hell of a Record

Chapter Twenty-Five: One Hell of a Confession

Book 3:

Follows the Events of Weston College Arc

Chapter One: One Hell of a College

Chapter Two: One Hell of an Appointment

Chapter Three: One Hell of an Investigation

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Trap

Chapter Five: One Hell of an Inquiry

Chapter Six: One Hell of an Exit

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Celebration

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Tournament

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Match

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Parade

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Tea

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Midnight

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Incident

To be continued...

Specials:

General: OVA

Halloween Specials: 2023, 2024

Christmas Specials: 2023

Valentine's Day Specials: 2024

Pride Specials: 2024

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❤️Valentine - Charles Leclerc

 'It don't matter be combative or be sweet cherry pie, it don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight'

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Valentines day. The one day a year that all couples were supposed to get along, and act like they were totally, unbelievably, undeniably in love. Throwing around the balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs around like they meant nothing, because they didn't. 

What really meant something was the real love. The real love that proper couples shared on a day to day basis. That was why Valentines day wasn't really for you and Charles. You loved each other whether it was the 14th of February or not. 

You didn't need one specified day a year to love each other with your heart and soul. Therefore, neither of you were really a fan of Valentines. You both felt it was a cheap shot at what love was supposed to be. It wasn't all chocolates and roses, it wasn't all hearts and cupid's arrows. 

But just because it wasn't that, didn't mean it wasn't a wonderful thing that was meant to be cherished. You didn't need cards with acrostic poems or sonnets to know that you loved each other, so you never really bothered with Valentines. 

This year, though, you had suggested that the two of you go out for dinner. It wasn't for any special reason, you just wanted to since you hadn't been out for dinner together in a little while. Plus, restaurants tended to be a lot nicer on Valentines Day, so it was an added incentive. 

Charles had agreed without a second thought, thinking it would be nine to go out for dinner with you. To be honest, he didn't really care where you were, as long as he got to spend time with you. He could take you out, or you could kill some time, stay home. 

As long as you were together, he didn't care in the slightest. You had just finished putting your heels on, ready to go for your dinner reservation at seven. Both of you had agreed to get all dressed up, just for the novelty of it. 

"Ready to go?" you asked, walking out of your bedroom as you shrugged your coat onto your shoulders. As per usual, Charles was looking handsome as ever in his suit, a single red rose in his hand. "That for me or your side chick?" you laughed. 

"Only for you, mon amour. Although, it was a tough choice," he quipped back, tucking the rose behind your ear. "And you look absolutely breathtaking," he complimented, looking you up and down. Of course, he always thought you were the prettiest thing to ever set foot on the earth, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it when you put in some extra effort. 

Looking at you, dinner wasn't looking so appealing right now. He wanted to skip straight to the dessert. 

"And you're looking rather dapper, my love," you smiled, tugging him in by his lapels for a quick kiss before starting to walk towards your front door. That was enough for him to definitely rule going to dinner as an option for tonight. 

There were others on the table, well, you were the only option on the table. It didn't have to be a table, it could've been anywhere in the house, but that wasn't the point. He wanted you, and he wanted you now. "You coming?" you asked, turning to look at him as he was rooted to the spot. 

Within a split second, he has rushed up to you and pinned you against the door with his body. "No, I don't think I want to," he smirked, crashing his lips down onto yours. It was easy to feel how much he wanted to keep you at home, but you still wanted to go to dinner. 

"Charles, hey, come on," you said, pulling away from the kiss. The devilish smirk that was dancing on his lips told you that you were in for it, but that had never necessarily been a bad thing. 

"What?" he said innocently, as if he were completely oblivious as to where you were supposed to be going. 

"Love, I want dinner, I'm hungry," you told him, batting your eyelashes at him. 

"Why would I need dinner when I've got a twelve course banquet standing right in front of me?" he asked as if it were a serious question. He couldn't resist kissing you again, pushing your body harder against the door with his own. 

"Please, mon amour," he whined with a pout, staring deep into your eyes. They could make you melt into a puddle of nothing on the floor with a single glance, and he was very hard to resist. He'd normally do whatever you asked of him, and the same went for you, but not tonight. 

"Darling come on, let's go," you dismissed, pushing him away with a gentle nudge, before slipping out of the door. 

"Do I have to get on me knees and beg you to forget about dinner? Because I will," he said, leaning against the doorframe as you walked down the corridor of your apartment complex. His statement had taken you off guard, if you were being honest. 

"Don't do that, let's go," you repeated, looking at him with your arms crossed in defiance. 

"I know that face. You want to cave in, but you're just doing this to prove a point. You don't have to prove anything to me, my love. Now, come back here and let me show you how much I love you," he stated, extending his hand out to you. 

For a moment, you just looked at him. You hated how well he knew you, but it also made you squirm slightly. He knew he'd get you at some point in the night, but he was growing more and more impatient as the time went by. 

"How much you love me, huh?" you said with a cocky smirk, trying to hide your crumbling resolve. 

"Yeah, get your ass over here and I'll show you," he reiterated with a charming wink. 

You took one small step towards him, and that was enough for him to grab your arm and tug you back into the apartment. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? You can be a good girl when you want to," he snickered.

"Charles, really?" you groaned, trying to bite back an embarrassed giggle as your cheeks turned red. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could before slowly walking you through the apartment and towards your bedroom. 

"What, mon amour?" he grinned, softly kissing you. He loved how easy it was to make you blush, and it was honestly his favourite pastime. You were nearly red as the rose tucked behind your ear as you spoke.

"You're a dick sometimes," you rolled your eyes at him.

"But you love me," he stated, since it was a fact. Yes, you loved him, even when he tried to push your buttons. If anything, that made you love him more. 

"It's a good job I do," you confirmed as your back came into contact with your bedroom door. 

"And I fall more in love every day, my Valentine," he said, taking one hand off you to open the door and gently nudge you inside. "Now how about less talking and more showing?" he asked, but the question was fully rhetorical. 

Closing the door behind him, Charles pushed you down onto the bed and loomed over you. "More showing sounds like a great idea," you agreed, pulling him in by his lapels again to kiss him.   

"Good girl," he praised, before getting lost in the kiss. Valentines was all about expressing your love, and the two of you certainly didn't need dinner for that. Not when you had each other. 

A/N - Happy valentines day my loves! Whether you're spending today with a special someone or not, I hope you've had a wonderful day and love you loads! I'm sat here, with a nice glass of rhubarb and raspberry tonic, enjoying a cozy night in with a box of chocolates my dad bought for me, what about you?

This is based off of Valentine by 5SOS, and it's such a bop. Keep a look out for Lando's Valentines Special, which is all done and ready to go in an hour or two!

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Rosalie romantic set

A set of furniture and decor for Valentine's Day. The set is ideal for decorating a cafe, restaurant, weddings in a romantic delicate style. For a functional banquet table, Luxury Party Stuff is required. LOW POLY

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[odditycircus-2002]

Hi ✨ I hope you’re doing well could you do Valentine’s Day head cannons for Shang Tsung and Medusa Reader (both mk11 and mk1) 💖✨💕✨

A/N: Well, this is late as HELL! I am SO sorry for this because it came out during Midterms, and I was busy studying for all of those. But with Spring Break here, I can spare the energy and have time to finally answer this!😁😁😁 Also, I hope you don't mind me not having Valentine's Day heavily featured. It will be mentioned, though. Also, if you wanna know what the hell anon is referring to, please click the link here for the master list.

Valentine's Day with Shang Tsung and Medusa!Reader

MK11 Shang Tsung

Let's be honest. Every day is Valentine's Day between you and Shang Tsung, even though you are understandably occupied with your tasks under Shao Khan. However, that just makes every romantic gesture even more precious.

I mean, you both have a day of flowers and chocolate, and that's because you both hold fragments of each other's souls within your respective wedding rings. Not just out of sentiment but as a backup in case the other should perish.

But let's just say that You caught wind of the holiday and thought of it as the perfect excuse to gift your husband with a new statue you've titled "Lovebirds' Final Moment," which is a petrified couple holding each other as they look upon a threat in terror.

After surprising Shang Tsung with the statue, which he then placed just outside his study window, you eagerly explained Valentine's Day. For example, its origins date back to a third-century Roman feast that included sacrificial offerings and whipping women in hopes of making them fertile, and it became a far-tamer holiday over the centuries. Shang Tsung listened to every word as a plan began brewing.

For now, all Shang Tsung could give you in exchange was some new carnivorous plants native to Vaeternus to grow in your garden. To which you then responded by making love in the garden right then and there, before the petrified couple.

Afterward, his plan was conducted in secret. The Sorcerer had his servants find the best chocolate craftsman in Earthrealm and commission something odd. He then had the finished product delivered to him months after the holiday, wrapped in one of those red Valentine boxes, before he presented it during your anniversary feast.

With a flourish, Shang Tsung revealed a large chunk of chocolate meticulously carved to resemble a human heart. A gift that's basically the Sorcerer's way of saying that you have his heart. You then took a nibble off, as did the rest of your snakes, moaning as you savored the treat that was so rare during your time.

Then, you got a delicious idea by taking another bite of the chocolate before kissing Shang Tsung and pushing the chocolate into his mouth. Letting him taste just how sweet his heart is to her. Not surprisingly, this ended with you both having passionate sex on the banquet table right then and there, with both of you tasting chocolate.

MK1 Shang Tsung

Before you and Shang Tsung had a falling out (Shang Tsung turning you into a gorgon-like creature), you often set aside time from your mutually busy schedules to sit down and have some tea. Sometimes, you would surprise Shang Tsung with meals that you made using recipes from your home canton.

Once, Shang Tsung surprised you with a chocolate-filled tray during one of these tea breaks. A treat that you immediately began to salivate over but one you didn't receive until you paid Shang Tsung with a kiss. One that you readily agreed to before devouring the rare treats, moaning in delight at the taste. Shang Tsung, unable to help himself, asked for a taste, which he received by kissing you on the lips; the taste of the sweet treat lingering on your tongue made all the sweeter by his lips. The Sorcerer was grinning ear to ear when he pulled away to gaze at your flushed expression.

Sometimes, Shang Tsung would bring flowers to give a bit of "color" to the room, or so he claims. But you and he both knew they were meant as gifts for you, often flowers you have a fondness for or ones with specific meanings such as devotion and loyalty.

Sometimes, it's not unusual to add the flowers' petals, especially poisonous ones, into your tea for extra "flavor." This is a habit that Shang Tsung was concerned about before you explained how you just enjoy the sensation the extra poison gives you and how it only builds up your immunity. You assured Shang Tsung that you would never add poison to his tea or meal, as it wastes good poison. A comment that got a chuckle out of the Sorcerer, as he knew you were being honest.

While the upcoming Sorcerer didn't always like how you made the tea, sometimes finding it too bitter, he genuinely enjoyed sitting with you in a moment of reprieve. After the events of the game, he sometimes finds himself missing the meals you would prep just for him and you. Even if he can try the dishes elsewhere, they never taste like yours.

You, however, just wanted to forget your joyous time with the traitorous Sorcerer, as reminiscing on them made his betrayal sting even more. However, it seems you're unable to even if you wanted to, as you often would receive "mysterious" gifts consisting of flowers or shiny trinkets. Although you know who the gifts are from, you would often burn them or throw them away immediately afterward. You don't tell anyone, even Baraka or Syzoth, about these "gifts".

During an Earthrealm holiday called "Valentine's Day", not long after Baraka gifted you a heart-shaped box of assorted chocolate, you would wake up the next morning to find a similarly shaped box addressed to you. However, this box was wrapped in lace and looked professionally made, inside was an assortment of chocolate carved to look like human hearts and rodents for your head full of snakes. There was a note inside that read "A reminder that you still have my heart". You briefly gave a small grin at the gesture, remembering the first time Shang Tsung gifted you such a treat. You then scowled before you disposed of the box, not putting it past Shang Tsung to have either poisoned it or drugged it with a love potion.

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When the door is finally opened and Anthony reveals himself to Aziraphale, the artist can distinctly see the Lord holding his breath and squaring him from head to toe. Oh, it is marvellous to see him swallowing, as if he had a lavish banquet before his eyes and was foretasting it. His cheeks flush first a soft pink, then a bright red, blinking and mouthing a few words which, however, does not come to the surface. In the end, to complete the picture of Aziraphale's tender nervousness, there are his hands that join in front of his chest and begin to torment each other. Oh, yes, Anthony smiles contentedly, I've hit the nail on the head. "You are... Are..." The Lord clears his throat, averting his gaze, "you're really... Really charming today, Mr. Crowley." He hints an embarrassed smile. "I mean, it's not like you're not usually, ah, I mean, um," he pauses, "I wasn't expecting so much effort, honestly... I mean, it's just... It's just..." ''Just the exhibition of an emerging artist,'' suggests Anthony. "... and a dinner," Aziraphale continues. ''A dinner at the Ritz,'' specifies the artist with an amused smile. On Valentine's Day, adds his mind. It's not what it looks like, protests his rational side, it's not a date. But it looks like one! "You look very good too," Anthony continues, ignoring the internecine warfare going on in his head, "but you are always impeccable, after all." "Oh, that's not true..." "Aziraphale, you sleep in fancy pyjamas. Even if it's tartan." "Tartan is stylish!" "And that is definitely your opinion."

[ my sugar baby is a piece of art - chapter #13 - read here ]

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⋯ JAHA LEE x READER | battle amid tangled sheets

⬦ info; written for valentine's day! first time, first kiss, loss of virginity, dares, switch Jaha, Jaha losercore, New Year's inspired because I missed New Year's, slight wounding/blood, oral sex, praise kink, gentle sex (with a touch of roughness)

⬦ wc; 6.7k

Mongrang dared him to do it; that's what Jaha reminds himself. Because that's the only reason he's currently wandering the streets of White Eagle Town like a lost kitten during the Qixi festival.

Now what he'd rather be doing is finding a bottle of something strong to spend his night commiserating with. In fact, there's a handle of Dukang wine back in his room with his name on it, which he is, unfortunately, going to have to forgo, but such is the life of a guy who never backs down from a challenge.

It's not like he's actually going to be able to pull this off, Mongrang's probably just looking for an excuse to embarrass him.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, he's sure the bastard's looking for an excuse to embarrass him, publicly at that because it just so happens that tonight the Jade Flower Palace planned an absolutely grandiose banquet for everyone present. Coincidence? He thinks not.

"Hey, country bumpkin," two hours prior at the banquet table, Mongrang whispers sweet venom into his ear.

His breath smells like dark red wine and rosemary, and his speech is already slurring. Jaha sips his own wine and tries his best to stay cordial. It'd be a shame if he gave into his urge to claw the other's eyes out this early in the night.

"I have a proposition for you," which is an absolutely foul way to phrase things and he knows it.

"Careful, fucker," Jaha smiles; shows teeth, "I haven't forgiven you from the last banquet for switching my wine with tomato juice," he's certain it was him, not because none of the others present would have the gall, but because nobody else chooses to spend their free time tormenting him except the Sex Demon himself.

Furthermore, there is really no reason for them to be sitting next to each other. Most of the time everyone was seated by who was closer to whom, but Geomma was absent, and the Generals were all too social to simply stick to Jaha. So by a horrible series of events, he's doomed to sitting next to Mongrang.

There is one other person who could've been quite tolerable to sit with, but they seem to be absent as well.

"Oh don't be like that, street urchin. I can see you're dying of boredom," he conjures a tiny snowflake on the tip of his finger and twirls it; six fractal arms twinkling in the candlelight. Jaha is, in fact, dying of boredom, but that doesn't mean he's going to give Mongrang the satisfaction of participating in one of his schemes.

"I am too, you know."

With a deadpan expression, Jaha reaches for his wine glass to toss it onto his problem to the right, but Mongrang quickly interjects.

"At least let me finish," the brunette hisses, with the nerve to look offended, "I suggest we wager a little bet, just you and me," he smiles, sickly sweet. Jaha finds it disgusting.

A bet. Jaha doesn't like the sound of that. He doesn't like the sound of that at all. People like Mongrang don't initiate bets, not without being certain that they'll win.

But here's the catch: Jaha is never one to turn down a bet. Mongrang knows this; everyone knows this, and they use it to their advantage all of the time. Sigh. He really needs to work on his self-control. He'll take that to his self-assigned therapist (Moyong didn't have a choice) the next time he sees him.

"What did you have in mind?" He signs his deal with the Devil.

Mongrang leans in close, letting him feel the ghost of his breath on his neck, "last one to get laid tonight loses."

Jaha chokes on his wine. The back of his neck goes bright red as he coughs and sputters, bringing his forearm to his lips, "are you out of your mind, you stupid fu—"

Jaha cuts himself off when he sees Mongrang's self-satisfied expression, and quickly composes himself. It's not often that someone catches him off-gaurd like this. Seems like the Sex Demon is more dangerous than Jaha had initially deemed.

"Why would I ever agree to that?" Jaha furrows his brows in both confusion and disbelief.

"What? Don't you think you can do it?" Mongrang puts on a shit-eating grin, and there it is; the challenge. He's got him and he knows it.

Jaha scoffs, "I never said that"

"Great! It's a deal then," Mongrang crushes the snowflake and pushes his chair back loudly, before striding away from the table, on a mission.

"Pleasure doing business with you, country bumpkin!" He calls over his shoulder. Jaha mentally puts his head in his hands, wondering what in the world he'd just agreed to.

Jaha surveys the party as crystalline snowflakes fall from the sky. The Palace really was incredible, anything they dreamed of, they could make. With the help of Mongrang, they conjured flurries at will, and they always do for such events. The Jade Palace is their own personal snow globe.

And although any other day Jaha might have begrudgingly admitted that the icy ornaments Mongrang so effortlessly made weren't unsightly, today they felt like relentless blows in his face, thus he wished for nothing more than to melt them away.

But Mongrang himself wasn't around, so there was no point in doing that. Another time, Jaha thinks.

The courtyard was still alive with drinking, dancing, and other revelry. In the centre, a massive fir tree stands sentinel, still wrapped in glowing midwinter lights.

Dedicating an entire day to celebrating love had always seemed strange to Jaha. To him, it was almost childish to view the dynamic nature of love as something to be in awe of, rather than a simple fact of life. He supposes though, in theory, love wasn't a given, because in this world nothing is guaranteed. Quickly, though, he pushes that thought from his mind– he doesn't need to be a killjoy tonight. It certainly won't help him in winning this bet.

Now he'd take this to his grave, but he's decidedly inexperienced in this area – sex that is. He's not even sure how to go about winning this bet. He considers just paying a working girl, but he'd never live that down. That would go against all his morals.

He could pick someone up at a bar? Not a chance, too far away and too difficult (for him only, it seems). How about one of his subordinates? No, there's some kind of power dynamic there that he doesn't really want to get into. He rubs at his temples and groans. Mongrang is going to win this, and Jaha's going to be subjected to whatever horrible torment he has in mind for the loser of the bet.

Jaha's own fault, he supposes, for accepting such a bet from the Sex Demon himself.

He exits the courtyard to return to the sheltered walls of the palace, his feet feel sluggish after the realization that his inevitable loss is inching closer by the second.

"Still moping about, little rabbit?" Jaha freezes at the familiarity of the voice and turns to face whoever has just done an excellent job of sneaking up on him. He lays eyes on the one person who could've saved him from this damned bet by simply sitting beside him in place of Mongrang.

Of course, of all the martial masters he knows, she's one of the quietest when she's not running her mouth. Jaha would liken her to a docile cat if he knew no better. The woman is tipsy and has a fifth of wine in her hand. 

Jaha's guard immediately flies up, because the woman never starts a conversation with him unless she's done something that needs cleaning up. Jaha's pretty sure she's been sent personally by the Devil himself to ensure that he never gets rest, the others are no exception either, of course. Call him paranoid, but—

"Relax," [Y/N] chuckles, holding her hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm not here to get us into any trouble," her eyes shine with barely repressed laughter. The liquor in the bottle sloshes around and Jaha can't help but look at it longingly. 

"So how come you've decided to get out of your hiding place?" The ravenette raises an eyebrow, perturbed. He can feel a grudge forming.

"I asked you a question," the woman almost pouts, slurring her speech a bit. She steps closer and Jaha backs up because out of all of his associates, [Y/N] is the only one who truly scares him.

She's like a walking tornado of chaos, with a knack for stirring up trouble, and oh, Jaha doesn't even wish to think about it. Take, for instance, the time she casually turned half of the Black Rabbit sect's quarters into a blazing inferno - not once, but multiple times. And let's not forget the time she inadvertently invited a horde of spiders into the sect by forgetting to stash away some herbs she was carrying around before leaving. The entire sect spent weeks squashing them out. Jaha still shudders at the memory of finding those eight-legged invaders in his every meal.

And believe him, that's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to her repertoire. Truly a terrifying woman to be around.

It makes Jaha want to fight her, but it'd be bad form to initiate a spar at a banquet, especially with someone from his own sect.

"I asked if you're still moping about," she continues, "It's been hours since dinner."

"So what?" Jaha glares at her, though it's more like he's sulking, hoping to be left alone in his misery.

"No offence, but you look pathetic, great brother."

"Spit it out, woman," Jaha is losing his patience, because of course the other is here to bother him. He tolerates her, but he thinks he might actually dislike drunk [Y/N].

At this moment in time, at least. Normally, she's quite... fun to be around. He'd never admit that out loud, though. The last thing he wants is to encourage her obnoxiousness.

"Well I was going to offer you a drink, but I can see that I'm not wanted here," the smaller one hums, feigning insult. She stretches big, making sure Jaha can see the completely full bottle of Dukang wine glint in the moonlight.

Now, if Jaha didn't know any better, he'd think the offer was genuine. However, she is definitely up to something. This is [Y/N] after all. She's always doing something for her own personal amusement. Jaha isn't particularly interested in falling for another scheme tonight, but the Dukang wine is a tantalizing offer. Once again his eyes are drawn to the bottle of sweet salvation. A little liquid courage could be all he needs.

And [Y/N], like the cheeky loafer she is, turns to walk away, robes swaying behind her loftily. Jaha thinks on her words. How bad can one drink really be?

"Wait."

Okay so he has a bit more than one drink.

The riverside is perfectly secluded at this hour. They settle on a small bench underneath a high arched alcove. The moonlight was shimmering down upon them.

[Y/N] inaugurates the bottle with a deep swig, tears pricking at her eyes at the burn, because honestly, Dukang wine is borderline undrinkable without a chaser to most people.

"Having some trouble?" Jaha chuckles and reaches for the bottle. He feels a bit fuzzy, which is strange because he's not drunk yet, nor is he ever. Well at least he thinks he isn't.

"Piss off," the woman slurs, but there's a bit of a laugh in it. It sparks something strange in Jaha's chest, something he quickly pushes down because fuck him if he's doing that right now.

Jaha purses his lips awkwardly, before opening them, "So, how was your day?" He makes an attempt to start a cordial conversation.

"Are you really trying to make small talk with me right now?" [Y/N] quirks an eyebrow, and for some reason Jaha's attention is drawn to it. He trails the lines of the woman's face from her soft cheekbones down to her plush lips.

Despite his best efforts, his mind strays to the dare and all of a sudden his ears are burning. [Y/N] might not be a bad choice. Well, she's actually a horrible choice. She'd probably be just as unruly in bed if not more... not that Jaha would mind. Honestly, the man doesn't even know if he's interested in things like that, or if she is interested in any of that, for that matter.

But Jaha is quickly running out of options, and he hates to admit it, but there's something about the other that's kind of doing it for him right now, which rarely happens nowadays. Back when he was the mad demon, it only happened perhaps once or twice when he was young. He takes another pull of the wine, lets it trickle down his throat and warm his stomach.

"Great brother, don't tell me you're drunk already."

"What? Why would you say that?" Jaha scoffs out a laugh, snapped out of his thoughts.

"Your ears, they're flushed," the woman slurs her observation, "I've never them like that before."

Oh. He's been caught. But Jaha really can't help himself, ever since the dare wormed its way into his mind, he's having a hard time looking away from his associate. The woman is objectively beautiful. The men under Jaha's wing tend to fall over themselves for her attention until they realize she's an insufferable incendiary, but even then, they hold out hope for a chance.

"Well—" Jaha starts.

"Pass it," she flexes her fingers and the man's eyes are suddenly drawn to her hands. Every single motion the woman makes is enticing right now. What the actual fuck is going on? Jaha feels like he's a teenager again, but what shit timing.

Okay, he can admit that he has a little crush, has had a little crush since the moment he'd seen the woman for the first time. In all her obnoxiousness she had come into Black Rabbit's quarters out of nowhere, blood-stained and smelling something awful. She strode into one of the sect's meetings like she owned the place and presented the head of a man Jaha had been searching for, kicking it across the floor, before bowing with a flourish, all toothy.

She was full of character from the get go. Ever since that... brazen display of randomness, she ended up revealing her connection to Nachal Dae, and said that she had hunted the man Jaha had been after as a thanks for liberating her friends, the Generals.

Henceforth, she could be found lounging about at the quarters, and soon enough everyone simply got used to her presence.

...

They get drunk. Not terribly so. Jaha still knows up from down and all that. Nothing to write home about. He feels mostly fine. But there's a comfortable warmth in his stomach and a nice buzz that's settled over his mind.

Moonlight seeps into the alcove, illuminating the vast star-speckled sky. Usually, it would draw Jaha's attention, when he was younger, he used to trace the stars with his eyes every night so he could imagine a future for himself among them. But not tonight, tonight he is captivated by someone that, martial arts be damned, burns just as bright.

[Y/N] takes another drink, and Jaha watches her throat work through it, and he can't - for the life of him - fathom why. He wants to attribute it to the glasses of red wine he drank at dinner, but that'd be doing himself a disservice because he knows he can drink most grown men under the table. No, there's something else brewing in his chest, a terrifying, molten feeling that makes the woman impossible to look away from.

In all honesty, [Y/N] is not bad in terms of drinking partners. She's quiet, yes, but that's a given with her mostly introverted personality. She's also nice to look at. Really nice to look at, for a matter of fact.

"I don't get know why the Mong family insists on these things," she gazes down at the courtyard below. Faceless figures in extravagant robes and masks intermingle, becoming one fuzzy blur of humanity.

"Don't you see it's all part of their grand plan to make us miserable?" Jaha grins at her and drinks from the bottle again. 

"Is that all there is, though? Misery?" She reaches for the fifth, and Jaha pulls it away.

"I think you've had enough," he laughs and takes another swig for himself.

"Never thought I'd see the day the Great Jaha would get introspective on me," her face is a little flushed, and it must be from the alcohol, has to be from the alcohol.

"'The Great Jaha'," Jaha repeats, a small smirk playing on his lips.

[Y/N] lets out a snort, "That was an insult."

"It's hardly an insult to know what you think of me," the moonlight flits across the woman's face, and Jaha wants.

"It'd be only fair to hear your thoughts too, then."

Jaha feigns studying her for a moment, "Tacky."

"Oh, but you love it," she shamelessly scoots closer.

"I find everything you say tactless and asinine."

"But you're here with me."

Jaha sighs, "Indeed I am," they settle into a comfortable silence, passing the bottle back and forth, though Jaha can't resist muttering under his breath, "for the wine."

The woman keeps her knowing smile.

Another moment of silence passes between them.

"You know, you're not half bad when you want to be," [Y/N] breaks it.

Jaha hums, speaking with humour, "And you're twice as bad no matter how hard you try."

The woman laughs, "I take it back."

She then scooches, just a little bit, closer to the man, who makes no move to draw away, "It's still your turn to say something truly introspective," she whispers.

"Now I'm sure you've had enough," Jaha snatches the bottle from her and finishes it, letting the last of the liquid-fire drip down his throat.

"Aw, but why? Must I always carry the conversations?" She lets out a sound akin to a whine. 

"I like listening to you talk," there it is, an embarrassing thing that Jaha's been holding in all night. He's got more embarrassing things to say, but he stops himself.

"Cute," the woman says with that deadpan sarcasm that never lets Jaha know what she's thinking. He's sure [Y/N] meant it as an insult, but his heart leaps anyway, hopes he didn't.

A moment of silence.

"You're pretty when you do," Jaha leans in just a fraction, and the others' eyes widen.

The clock strikes midnight. Chime 

There is liquor on their lips but not enough for this. Not enough at all for this. If nothing else, maybe he can allow this lapse in judgment, maybe he can allow this fall. Jaha closes the gap between them, kissing her softly. Time dilates.

Chime

[Y/N] tastes like wine, tea, and starlight. Sweet curiosity turns to burning intensity as they both seek to consume each other. And Jaha finds that there is joyous rapture in the agony of what it is to feel connected to another.

Chime

The kiss is a clumsy affair, mostly Jaha's doing, but it's good, more than good, and Jaha wants to devour it. Faintly, it occurs to the man that this is his first kiss, and he is all of a sudden overwhelmed beyond belief. He pulls away, dazed, shaky, and it all comes crashing down.

Chime

"Sorry," his breath comes in short, anxious puffs, "I shouldn't have done that."

Gods strike him down; he's doomed. He wants to crawl into a hole and die. Yet he also wants to pull her close and seal their lips together once more. Do it again; he wants to. He's beginning to understand the obsession people have with kissing.

Perhaps that is the whole reason this day exists. An excuse to lose yourself within another.

Chime

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," [Y/N] affirms.

Chime

"Now, do it again."

Chime

"Anyone could see us," Jaha points out, for the sake of the other. It is also at this point that it occurs to Jaha that the woman may have been flirting with him this entire time. From the moment she approached him, bottle in hand, stars in her eyes.

"Great brother, when have either of us ever cared what anybody thinks?"

Chime

There is more heat the second time. More heat as the other takes the lead and licks into his mouth. Jaha thinks he hears a wolf whistle from below, but it dissolves quickly into the roaring in his ears. He's lost in a tidal wave of sensation. He wonders if it's really all supposed to feel like this because, in both of his lifetimes, he never imagined that it would feel like this. Everything is upside down, sideways, lengthwise.

Chime

The woman takes him deeper and tangles her tongue with his own, and Jaha feels like he's floating. He returns with fervour, with that clumsy confidence that only comes with your first time. [Y/N] withdraws, and then she's everywhere. Hands under Jaha's shirt, lips on his neck. She finds the sweet spot between Jaha's jaw and collarbone and bites down hard, Jaha throws his head back in a choked gasp.

Chime

The invigorating thrill of battle is there, and it's strange because nothing about this is a fight. There is no resistance here. [Y/N] takes and takes, and Jaha allows it because he's never wanted anything but this. But still, he feels almost exactly how he does when he's deep in a fight. Sweat stuck to his brow, chest heaving with strangled breaths, lip split. He feels overwhelmed. He feels alive, and it's brilliant.

Chime

The woman latches onto his neck, sucking mottled bruises that will surely be there in the morning. There's far too much happening and somehow not enough. She is all-consuming, and faintly in the back of his mind, Jaha feels like he's forgetting something. Something important, but by the Gods, Jaha doesn't want this to end. Whatever this is, he wants to drown in it, then her hands drift to his waistband, and it's like the man has been dumped into a cold lake because he remembers–

Chime

"[Y/N], wait—" the other bites down on his neck again, "[Y/N]—" Jaha gasps, "Wait."

The woman pulls off of him, and she looks just as wrecked as Jaha feels. Her pupils are blown wide, and there is everything and nothing but stardust in them. Jaha is breathless, chest heaving with exertion. He takes a deep breath and wipes the spit from his mouth, trying to compose himself.

"Is something the matter?" Jaha hears a speck of concern in the other's usually cheery voice, remembers the dare, and all of a sudden he feels like a Grade-A Asshole. 

"There's something you should know," he swallows thickly, his heart beating fast. How does he even go about admitting it? Now that he thinks about it, this is actually really fucked. When he took that bet, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine anything like this. 

[Y/N] hums like she doesn't particularly care what Jaha has to say, instead busying herself with running her hands over Jaha's abs.

What does he do? Pry the other's hands from his body and stop her long enough to choke out: Hey, Mongrang actually dared me to fuck someone tonight, but I promise that this has nothing to do with it, well, in the beginning, it did, but now it doesn't, and I feel like a fucking dickhead, also I'm really enjoying this, Mongrang be damned, so can we please proceed?

Yeah, that is not going to work, Jaha might as well condemn himself to the guillotine.

He'd never had time for this really: to want. Wanting was a distraction, distraction was weakness, and there was no place for weakness for the Mad Demon. It was almost a cruel twist of fate to think that this was only half real, but fate always had been immeasurably cruel to him. He feels guilty.

"I don't know how to say this–"

"What? That this is a dare, and now that this is actually happening you're getting cold feet?" The woman is close again, so close that she outright purrs into his ear, and Jaha freezes up.

"How did you..." Jaha furrows his brows in confusion, overwhelmed with the abject horror of this situation. The woman knew from the very beginning, and she still—

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, great brother, that man can't whisper even when he's sober," she licks at the shell of his ear and Jaha stifles a gasp. [Y/N]'s hands creep below his waistband and leave little electric sparks in their wake, "And word tends to spread fast."

"So you're okay with this?"

"Clearly," she trails her lips downward, letting her teeth tug at the skin underneath Jaha's ear until it's black and blue, bloody; gingerly licking at the wound she left, the smooth lap of her tongue sending shivers down the man's spine, "I initially came to make fun of you, but I suppose this is a tolerable change in events."

"Besides, I thought perhaps I'd help you out a bit. Trust me when I say I know what it's like to lose a bet to..." Her face contorted into a disgusted expression as she paused, "Mongrang."

"Who knew you were so generous?" Jaha rhetorically asks, breathless between kisses.

"Oh, but I'm not. Now you'll owe me," she smiles, sinister, and it should really unnerve Jaha, reminding him that he is, in fact, dealing with [Y/N], but instead, it sparks heat in his stomach.

Jaha considers the pros and cons of owing the woman anything. In reality, there are no pros at all, he's playing a dangerous game with a very dangerous woman, yet he can't find it in himself to care.

He's always had a bit of a thing for the melodramatic. Call him crazy, but everything about the woman intrigues him. How she conjures death from delicate fingers. The quirk of her lip as she decimates a battlefield, the spark of mischief whenever she gazes upon him.

There's another wolf whistle from below, and this time, the man pulls back long enough to shoot a death glare at whatever piss-drunk party-goers are in the courtyard right now.  

[Y/N] can't help but snicker, "Wanna get out of here?"

The woman's room is similar to Jaha's own, save for the amount of personal effects she has brought with her to this hotel. She always has to leave an impression wherever she goes, Jaha concludes.

"Finished gawking?" Her voice is playful, but there's a sultry undercurrent there that is novel to Jaha. He's sure he likes it.

Hands pull at clothes. The man fumbles with the woman's clothes. He's nervous, honestly, he has been since Mongrang made him agree to this asinine dare, but this is different. He's inexperienced to a level he hasn't been since he was dropped head-first into the world of martial arts at such a tender age.

"So you really know everything?" He asks awkwardly– half-asks because he already knows the answer– trying to distract from the fact that he physically cannot get the other's clothes off. He's never had to touch women's clothes before, after all.

"Of course, I did! Do I really need to go over this with you again?" [Y/N] pulls his hands off of her, and expertly undoes her robes, before shucking it off to reveal her undergarments. Jaha doesn't usually see women show this much skin, and the observation is tantalizing Mostly due to the fact that it's her. He finds himself wanting to run his tongue over the smooth unblemished flesh; wants to sink his teeth into her.

"And you still want to..." Jaha starts to deflate. Why is he so nervous now? He wants this; wants it really bad, but it's like there's a mental block. Something is keeping him from relaxing.

"I'm here, aren't I?" The woman sighs and takes a step back, a very slight pout on her lips, "Is something the matter?"

"No, not at all," Yes. "I just don't…" 

"I'm not going anywhere, Jaha."

Oh.

Some minutes later, the man settles his teeth in the skin near the other's jugular. Litters the woman's skin with love bites and mottled bruises. They're both half-naked on the bed by the time Jaha admits it:

"I've got another confession to make."

"What now?" [Y/N] withdraws from the bruise she'd been methodically sucking into Jaha's collarbone, clearly annoyed at the interruption. 

Jaha purses his lips, "I've never–"

"Done this before?" She finishes for him, bangs lying flat on her face, "I know. You're kind of obvious."

Jaha feels his ears go hot, and murmurs a soft, "Sorry."

"Sorry for what? Being a virgin? Don't be an idiot," [Y/N] kisses him again, softer this time, her voice light. And it must be the alcohol because there's no other excuse for the way Jaha leans into the kiss, eyes falling shut, trying his hardest to be eaten alive.

"I was planning to take the lead anyway," the woman breathes across his lips, soft, and playful, and Jaha melts. He's so incredibly into this, and every breath and movement feels absolutely electric. 

"Just tell me what to do," he says, words falling from his lips like a plea. His neck is beyond hot, he's sure of it, there's far too much going on. Jaha is so far gone, and they haven't done anything but kiss and mark each other up.

This is everything and nothing like what he had imagined.

When he'd met the woman, never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd have the privilege of seeing her like this. He feels unbridled, filled with lust and something else he can't quite place. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd have the chance to see, feel, touch.

The man rakes his nails down her thighs, settling them at the base of [Y/N]'s ass, and plants butterfly kisses over the soft skin of her neck. His fingers leave little crescent moons in their wake. The woman slaps his hands away and pushes Jaha back on the bed lightly.

"Enough of that," she moves to pull the man's underwear down, hooking her fingers in the waistband with a sultry look. She frees his cock and then leans down to be level with it.

"[Y/N], what are you—"

[Y/N] simply smirks and presses a kiss to the head of Jaha's cock. It jumps at the sensation, and Jaha feels a jolt of pleasure throughout his entire body. He barely ever indulges himself in these things, and now that she's the one indulging him, he feels like he's not going to last long at all.

"This is a one-time thing," the woman whispers against his head, and it's like she doesn't even believe it herself because there's gold in her voice and stars in her eyes. 

Jaha nods.

[Y/N] takes him in her mouth, and it's not fair. Jaha's head tips back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. There's a hazy, perfect precision in which she works him with her lips and tongue, and Jaha thinks he might die.

The woman is criminally good with her mouth.

And as much as he's thankful for [Y/N]'s surprising amount of skill, he's also a bit jealous because she has to have done all of this to other people. She couldn't have learned everything or become this talented all by herself.

Jaha frowns at the thought. 

People have been in his position before. They've been held by [Y/N], been touched by [Y/N]—they’ve held [Y/N], touched [Y/N].

That makes Jaha want to step up. If he wants to have any chance of doing this again with her, he has to step up. And so, albeit uncertain, he gently runs his fingers through the woman's hair before finding a steady grip and tugging her closer.

The moan she lets out around his cock reassures him, and soon he finds a steady grip, tugging her closer.

Jaha tries to ignore the claustrophobic feeling of having his cock in such a tight space and instead focuses on the quite overwhelming feeling of hitting the back of the woman's throat. It's foreign, but not unwelcome.

Jaha's sure that if the woman could have it her way, she would make him reach even further, be even rougher. But Jaha's unsure if he could handle all that this time around.

He knows she's not made of glass. And he does wonder what she'd look like borderline gagging on his cock. He wonders what she'd sound like, how she'd cope with it all.

Jaha subconsciously tightens his hold on the woman's locks and yanks her head back, forcing [Y/N] to look him in the eye. She's silent, waiting to hear whatever Jaha has to say.

And, you know what? Fuck it, Jaha thinks.

It's his first time. He might as well push the limits.

"Let me be selfish for a bit, won't you?"

[Y/N] frowns, not sure what Jaha is really implying, but Jaha doesn't let her wander too far into confusion. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself in as far as the woman will allow him to go, and her eyes widen. Her fingers dig into Jaha's hip, drawing a pained hiss from the ravenette, but she can't pull away because Jaha's hand keeps her in place.

The woman has to fight the urge to gag. She's held down for maybe five seconds, maybe eight; she can't really keep count. She's too focused on trying to breathe through her nose. When Jaha finally pulls her off, the woman is spluttering and trying to catch her breath. Tears have collected on her lashes, but they haven't fallen just yet. She tries to blink them away, but Jaha grabs her jaw with his other hand and forces her mouth open again before shoving her down onto his cock.

This time the woman is expecting it and thus, she's a little more relaxed, but each time Jaha rolls his hips, her throat tightens around the man's cock. [Y/N] moans, nails scraping down his thighs, and that must've been the right move to play because the desperate groans that cascade down from Jaha's lips are all she ever wants to hear.

[Y/N] feels the drag of his cock as he shoves himself in and out of her throat repeatedly, setting a fast and brutal pace that has the other whimpering. It feels good, so good, for both of them. Jaha thinks this is better than anything he’s ever experienced before, including anything he’s ever imagined. And it definitely is.

Taking this risk was rewarded.

A low wanton sound escapes his lips and it's like the floodgates don't ever wish to close because Jaha is suddenly unabashedly loud. Panting and groaning. It's so vastly different than when he's by himself, not at all like when he used to steal away to his room and fuck his fist until he's shaking. No. This is so much better.

The woman's cheeks are hollow and stretched around him, caressing him with every motion, war-torn hands that should be hardened, but are soft– so soft, rubbing circles into his thighs. 

"Shit," Jaha loses himself in it. There's too much, far too much of this feeling that threatens to overtake him. He gasps, shudders, bucks his hips one, two times, and he's done; finishing breathlessly into the other's mouth.

[Y/N] pulls back to sit on her heels. Taking a moment to breathe and reign her emotions back in. She then hums and sticks out her tongue so Jaha can see his work, then closes her mouth and swallows, and for the second time tonight, Jaha finds himself drawn to the motion of her throat. It occurs to him that he's never come that fast in his life, but everything about this is so hot that it quickly overrides any kind of shame Jaha might have at the thought.

[Y/N] wipes her mouth and rises from her knees to crawl back over Jaha. She then straddles him.

"You did well," she praises, and Jaha feels another jolt of pleasure go through him. Oh. That's new. She seems to notice it too given the way her smirk widens.

"Do you like when I do that?" She grins and moves in to kiss him again, "Praise you?”

Jaha can taste himself on her lips and that shouldn't be as hot as it is.

[Y/N] pulls away for a moment, "You look beautiful like this."

Jaha's entire body flushes hot; he moans, and the other swallows it, lips back on him with a fury usually reserved for fighting. The moment is carnal but undeniably romantic.

She chuckles, "I’ll make note of that."

Jaha heaves out a breath, "How are we—"

"Lay back, you're going to fuck me now," she says, so matter of fact, yet playful, that Jaha can feel himself getting hard again. The woman settles herself on Jaha's hips who shudders under her.

"Relax, great brother, you're shaking," she says with a soft laugh.

He is? Oh, he is. Whether it's due to anticipation or the orgasm he experienced moments ago, he's uncertain.

"Don't worry about your performance. It's just you and me. I won't tease you for something like this," but that's the problem, "Or is something else the matter?"

Jaha looks away.

"Oh?" [Y/N] rolls her hips and locks eyes with the man, "It's me, isn't it?" She smirks, ever the troublemaker.

"Usually, you'd do this, but I'll cut you some slack tonight," she reaches forward to the bedside table, still perched on top of Jaha. She takes out a small bottle of... something. Jaha wouldn't know. She then begins applying whatever was in the bottle on his cock, and Jaha's breath hitches. It's cold, but combined with the hotness of her hands, it's pleasurable.

The sight of her only adds to the moment. Settled on top of him, moonlight haloing her hair, making her look inhuman, making her look more than.

"Beautiful," the words fall from Jaha's lips before he can stop them, a divine truth being pulled from his very being. Because the woman is beautiful, devastatingly so, and it would be a great disservice not to tell her.

"Stop talking," she murmurs, a blush coating her cheeks. And then she slips Jaha inside of her.

It's awkward at first: fucking. Getting used to the movement, the feeling, everything. It's too much and not enough at all. A beautiful contradiction. [Y/N] rolls her hips, and Jaha gasps, twitching inside of her. They pick up a steady rhythm, and the man clamps a hand over his mouth, resisting the urge to wail. She, however, pries the hand from his mouth and interlaces their fingers.

She is hot and soft inside, the tantalizing slide of skin on skin aided by the slick oil she'd used earlier. Jaha wonders if she carries that around all the time, or if tonight was just a special case. Before he can stop it, the thought of being special, of being something greater than ordinary sends a hot spike of pleasure through his stomach.

Fucking is like fighting, he decides. A dance of passion between two souls. He can't get enough of it.

To be honest, initially, Mongrang's dare terrified him. But he thinks he might be okay with this. [Y/N] is firm but gentle. She takes the lead, and Jaha is happy to follow. He lets himself slip away into bliss, genuine tears pricking at his eyes. It's so much, too much, and too good for him to think at all. It's too much for him to do anything but feel. He grips her hips tighter and squeezes his eyes shut in the pure madness of it all.

He's completely caught up in the moment, the sky could fall, and he doesn't think he'd notice.

"Shit dog," he doesn't see him again until lunch the next day. He's clearly avoiding him, sitting at a table all by himself.

"Oh, country bumpkin, about that bet, I realized that—" Jaha cuts him off by throwing a heavy metal pin on the table.

"Holy shit," Mongrang breathes.

"You actually pulled it off," he picks up [Y/N]'s pin, and scrutinizes it like he's trying to see if it's fake, "And with her of all people?"

Jaha smirks, plopping down on the chair opposite Mongrang, "So what do I win?"

© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. this is sort of crappy because i haven't written anything in ages, so if you find any mistakes, I'm sorry for that lol also teeny bit out of character because, again, i haven't been consuming or writing any rotmd content for a while now. HAPPY VALENTINE'S!

[starslyt]

Valentine’s day — T. Fushiguro

Tw: cheap!Toji, use of N word, literally nothing. if anything this issue the cleanest thing i’ve written there’s NO smut

Wc: 719

Tags: @cafekitsune (mwah)

Note: i know valentines day GONE but i literally JUST wrote this on the fly after listening to valentine’s day by se’kret so.. ignore this bull shit

Toji was cheap as fuck. it wasn’t even that he couldn’t afford it, it was that he wouldn’t spend it

if wasn’t like he needed to take care of his kid because someone else was taking care of son, so it wasn’t that either

it was valentine’s day, so you thought that maybe he would’ve spent just a little bit more on you but you knew deep down he wouldn’t

your faith was restored when he told you that he was cooking dinner for you and treating you with some flowers

you were so excited the entire day. you couldn’t wait to have dinner with your boyfriend

he told you he was making steak and getting you a bouquet of flowers and bags of goodies and dessert. telling you that you deserved it for being such a good girlfriend to him

when you got home, you seen candles and rose petals all over the floor getting you all excited but what through you off was the Easter basket in the door with a bottle of water in it with some fake ice cubes

“why the fuck i got a Easter basket?” you asked confused out loud to yourself, the confusion and shock was written all over your face

Toji came around the corner with a bouquet of dandelion’s in his hand, not even tailored, they still had the roots and dirt on it.. they looked like they were pulled straight out the ground

“make a wish..” he said as you stared at him in disbelief but you made a wish anyways because you thought it was a cute gesture for you

you didn’t even make a wish, you just blew it because at this point, you were just confused

“i ran out of roses.. cus i used them for the floor..” Toji said with a little laugh, you did too because at least he put in some effort

after the bouquet he gave you a card.. a macaroni hand print with valentine’s day spelled wrong .. the same card from last year. you were speechless

he lead you to the kitchen, he say you down and gave you a plate with some food on it. your smile dropped instantly. too quickly

“you said you made steak, nigga this is Banquet salisbury steak!” you spoke looking up at him rubbing your forehead

“c’mon baby just taste it.” Toji pleased as he looked at you with a little smile. you couldn’t help but sigh as you grabbed the fork and went straight to the mash potatoes

the moment the fork touched your tongue the mashed potatoes were cold in the middle

“you fed done me a tv dinner… mashed potatoes cold as fuck in the middle” you spoke with a heavy sigh loosing your patience with how little he tried to make this valentine’s day special for you

“you know what, i’m not hungry. what’s for dessert?” you spoke hesitantly pushing the plate away in shock, you starved yourself all day.. for that?

did he even care? like did he even TRY to please you?

“alright.” Toji spoke as he walked away and went away for a little bit

Toji came around the corner with two oreos in his hand. your jaw dropped at the sight

“oh hell nah, that’s it. where the cameras at? pranks over. where my shit at?” you spoke looking at him as Toji was the one looking confused now

“girl the fuck you talking about? ain’t no cameras in here.” Toji spoke

you were just so in disbelief you sat down and just ate the cold food he served you. the both of you sat and talked

once it was over and he cracked open the bottle of water pouring it into a red solo cup with one ice cube of ice you just had to sip it

no, the water wasn’t strong enough. you needed a casamigo and a cigarette… maybe a perc

your head was hurting at this point as you nursed that solo cup to the very end

“did you enjoy it? did i do good?” Toji had the nerve to ask. you couldn’t help but laugh

“no but you did a good job at really fucking up my day.” you spoke getting up from the table “what the fuck..” you mumbled from afar

©️ Starslyt 2024 🤣

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Sweetheart [Part Two] (Aether x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Wanna say a quick thank you for all the support that I've received on everything I've posted so far, I'm happy that people are liking what I'm working so hard on and I appreciate you all! This is part two to my Valentines Day post, so if you haven't read that yet then you can here! I hope that you like this, and feedback is always appreciated. <33

Genre: Smut, sweet and romantic since that's what won in the poll!

Warnings: Porn with plot, P in V sex, drunk sex? (Both parties and very light buzz), biting/marking, L bomb, blood (not super graphic).

The garden felt so lonesome, you staying back after bidding farewell to the ghoul so you could relish in the moment. It was almost surreal, but you don't have the time to sit around and think about it all day, you had a party to get ready for.

The siblings and staff were excused from wearing their habits and other such uniforms, instead they were expected to wear distinguished - yet still festive - clothing. Since you played a part in designing and putting together the suits for Papa and his ghouls, you were lucky enough to have an idea of how they would look, and decided to go for something that would play nicely with the colors Aether would be wearing.

Shuffling around through your closet, you finally found the dress you had been looking for, you didn't have much reason for dressing up in the abbey so you jumped at the opportunity to wear it.

Slipping out of your habit and veil, you get the dress situated on yourself and move to the mirror to make sure everything is in place. The dress was stunning, deep burgundy colored fabric clung to your body, with a slit on the thigh accentuating your hips. It had a modest neckline to distract from the sultry bottom half, with lacey off-the-shoulder sleeves hanging delicately from your arms. You paired the dress with a set of black heels that you knew you would be comfortable in, and a lovely little silver necklace with a purple stone.

You kept your makeup simple, not wanting it to get ruined in the midst of the party, applying a nice gloss with eyeliner and mascara, just enough to bring out the color of your eyes and the shape of your lips. A layer of hair was pinned back, leaving half of it down to further frame your face.

When you looked in the mirror, you were almost in awe, it had been so long since you had done yourself up like this, in a way, you missed it.

A knock at the door interrupted you from your thoughts, and you opened it to find Marjory smiling. Her mouth drops at the sight of you, and yours at her.

"Dear Asmodeus! You're going to be the star of the party showing up like that, you make me look like I'm doing nothing more than running a few arrands!"

You giggle at the sweet response, gesturing both hands up to her.

"Me? Look at you! No wonder you were able to steal that poor boys heart, I'd be more worried that you've stolen them from all the brothers in the ministry!"

You move to the side and gesture for Marjory to come in, leaving the door open in case any other friends happen to stop by. You two sit on the bed and talk, trying to pass some time while you wait for the Banquet to begin.

Eventually Liza finds her way into the room as well, mouth already going off spewing the latest gossip she could scrounge up.

"So," She begins. "Did he ask you?"

A goofy smile glues itself to your face, and you nod your head quickly, still giddy about the whole thing. And, once again, you have both of the girls squealing loud enough for those outside to hear. It's like when you first joined the ministry, no worries but fawning over boys and trying your best not to get caught slacking by your higher ups, you're glad that you've made such good friends.

You three quiet down a bit and continue talking until the church bells begin to bellow a melody throughout the halls, signally that the party is soon to start. The halls quickly fill with people making their way to the dining hall, which had been rearranged and decorated to look like a place that only royalty could afford. Copia was as victim to a love for flare and drama as his brothers before him, so it only made sense that he wanted to set the mood for romance.

You admired the room from the doorway, waiting and looking for the ghoul you were set to enter with. You felt yourself getting nervous as you watched countless other sisters find their partners and seat themselves at the tables, he wouldn't have stood you up, right?

Now that you think about it, Papa wasn't here, neither were the others ghouls that were to accompany him. Before you had a chance to wonder any longer, an elderly sister came up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"Go on dear, enjoy the fun. I'm sure that who you're looking for will find you in due time, don't soil it by waiting out here all night."

You smile at the woman and nod, taking one last look in the hall before entering the hall, finding a seat next to Liza. She looked at you with a hint of worry in her eyes, she was without a date too, but you shouldn't be wallowing with her right now, unlike her you had plans.

She nudged your arm with her elbow and offered you a smile, which you returned quickly. Even if something did happen, at least you had her. Your gaze fell to the centerpieces that you three had worked on just a few hours earlier.

Sweet music soon started wafting through the air, and everyone went silent waiting to see what was happening. The giant double doors on the opposite side from where you had entered opened, and there stood the beloved Papa Emertitus IV, clad in a deep crimson suite with purple detailing. Behind him stood an entourage of ghouls, though you couldn't much make them out in the dark of the night.

Copia started making his way inside, kissing the hands of a few sisters on his way to the table which was reserved for him and his group. As they filed in, it was revealed that the ghouls all were holding bundles of flowers, which they began passing out to the brothers in their seats.

"Love," Papa's voice rang out. "It's what binds us. Family, friends, lovers. Today we celebrate it, and cherish it, for it is truly something special, and with these roses you will share that love with those closest to you."

By the time Papa had finished speaking, the roses had all been passed out, save for the ones that a few of the ghouls had saved for themselves. The anxiety that you felt earlier began to grow, you weren't sure if you could wait. You saw Aether standing there, in front of everyone, holding a single rose in his hands.

Copia threw his arms out towards the crowd, and smiled.

"Please, begin my friends!"

All of the brothers began gifting their roses, some standing up to find and confess to sisters that had been without partners. You simply sat and watched, occasionally looking over to Liza who laughed at anyone who was turned down, as well as turning down any man who attempted to offer anything to her.

Your eyes wandered to the large table that Papa was to sit at, and saw that he and the ghouls were all whispering to one another. He looked around, and once everyone had sat down, he nodded his head.

Once he did that, the ghouls that had save roses made their way out into the crowd, and began confessing on their own. Your heart began to throb as you saw the large ghoul you were eyeing walk over to where you were sitting, reaching out a hand for you to take.

Liza had to hold in a scream at the sight. You took Aether's hand and rose from your seat, looking up at him with loving eyes. He was incredibly handsome, he wore a black dress shirt and pants with a tie that matched the color of your dress, and he was still sporting his usual silver rings and bracelet.

All of the ghouls were wearing black masks that covered the top half of their face, leaving their hair and lips free. It was probably the most you had seen of Aether, and you loved every part of it.

"I know I already asked, but there's no harm in making sure." He smiles. "Would you like to join me?"

You accept the rose from his other hand and hold it close, nodding slowly. He gently pulls you next to him, and leads by the hand back to his table, along with the other ghoul's and their partners.

You all sat down, and the party began, food being brought out and served on some of the most beautiful plates and cutlery that you had every seen.

"Copia sure knows how to party." You whisper at Aether.

"You think he set this up alone? He had to ask the girls to help pick forks because 'There was too many'."

You both try to stifle your laughs to not draw attention, but a few of the others ghouls still look over.

You and Aether start eating, joking around and talking in between bites. He's really such a sweet guy, you never once feel uneasy or nervous, even thought your table is front an center. He even wipes a bit of food away from your lips without drawing attention to it, not want to embarrass you.

A couple of hours pass, and soon everyone is done talking and eating, which means it's about time for the coveted afterparty. Everyone begins to stand and leave the room, some going to their bedrooms and others going to the ballroom to continue socializing. Your group starts to leave, and you help to pick up a couple of plates and such from the tables on your way out. Aether watching you lovingly, and copying your actions.

Once you make it to the ballroom, you can't help but let your mouth fall open, admiring the beautiful decor that had been set up. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, with shimmering crystals that reflected the different colors of the room. Ribbons were also hung up, with flowers and loose petals littering the room and floor. Music also played, it was soft and slow, truly romantic, though you were sure that would change when people got more in a different kind of mood.

Aether placed a hand of the small of your back and led you inside, the both of you ending up in front of Marjory and Liza, as well as the brother that asked Marjory out and... another sister?

Liza looked at you and blushed, introducing you do her date, a shy looking girl who you never really expected to be her type. They really did look good together, and you were glad she wasn't left alone.

You introduced Aether to your friends as well, making sure to keep them and their gawking in line. Once you were all settled in, you migrated to the dance floor and started to join the large group of slow dancers.

His hands found its way to the home of the crook of your waist, while yours wandered up to rest around his neck. You looked up to him, able to see his eyes much clearer than his usual mask, they were big and a little downturned, and so loving. The lights from above shined down and lit up his eyes beautifully, you were captivated.

The music moved you both, making you sway softly in each other's arms. In your eyes, there was no longer anyone but him, the both of you together, because that’s all you needed. It was almost foolish how quickly the two of you fell for one another, but the way he held you, the way that he pulled your body so close to his, if this was foolish then you would happily spend your life living a comedy, because this is all you could dream of.

You both continued to look into each others eyes, not breaking your gaze for a second. Your hands slowly snaked away from his neck and rested on the sides of his jaw, cradling him with a touch he had never known. He moved his head lower, letting it sit just close enough that you could feel the warm tickle of his breath, but he didn’t move any closer, he didn’t dare.

He was waiting, waiting for you to decide if this is what you wanted, the poor man wanted nothing more than to embrace you and feel the warmth of your lips on his, but he sat patiently.

Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, and just as quickly, your lips to his own. His lips were soft and a bit chapped, brushing so beautifully against yours, the kiss was nothing but the love that you felt in that moment, no lust or ill intent, just love.

You couldn't tell if it lasted forever, or if it didn't last long enough, but eventually you two had to pull apart. Aether's eyes were almost glazed over with a look that you couldn't exactly place, but your eyes shone with the same light back at him. You both shared that look for the rest of the afterparty, stealing glances from one another even when you were across the room, like two little lovesick puppies.

As the night continued, you both drank a bit, not enough to get overly drunk, but there was a visible haze of blush spread across your cheeks. Aether was able to handle his liquor better than you were, you could barely even tell than he had anything to drink. Marjory and Liza, as well as their dates, found their way back over to you and decided to finish the party off with a bang, dragging you to the dance floor once again for a dance that was just a bit less innocent.

Everyone was pressed close up to their partners, hardly leaving any room to breath between them, and you two were no different.

Your chest pressed against Aether’s, you two enveloped in another kiss, one that was more passionate than the last one. Your hands were ruffled in his hair, and his rested just above your ass, robbing you of his touch in a way that was almost criminal.

You felt a prodding at your stomach, and those silly little butterflies began to flutter around again. Tugging at Aether’s hair a bit, trying to get him as close as your bodies would allow, you earned a low grunt in response, and you can tell that you’re done for.

Aether bites your lip before pulling away from the kiss, staring at you with pupils blown so wide that if you were any further they would look completely black. He shoots a glance to the rest of the people there, taking note of the vulgar grinding and fondling going on, if you both wanted this then he wouldn’t stand for it happening in a place like this.

“Would you want to maybe go somewhere else? It’s getting a little..” His voice trails off a tad.

“Horny in here?” You finished his sentence, blunter than either of you expected.

You both burst out laughing, it’s almost beautiful the way that, even when in a mood like this, there’s still room for laughter.

“I would love to, Aether. I’ve always wondered what the ghouls bedrooms looked like, would you care to show me?”

The color of his face deepened, and he nodded quickly. You smile and go to take off your heels so you can walk a little more comfortably, but it seems Aether has been waiting for your departure. He takes your shoes from your hands and turns his back towards you, signally for you to hop on.

“Poor feet are probably killing you, I’ll give you a ride so you have have a break.”

You shake your head and laugh before hopping on him, a little uneasy at first due to being higher than you usually stand. Aether wraps his arms under your hips to hold you nice a snug, and starts making his way to his bedroom.

The way there is filled him comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. Your face is nestled against his neck again, feeling his soft hair tickling at your skin.

Before you come to notice, Aether’s setting you down gently on probably the softest bed you’ve ever touched. You admire the decor for just a second before planting your eyes back on the man of the hour, and the sight of him is down right intoxicating.

He stands just above you, looking down with disheveled hair and foggy eyes. A hand snakes it’s way up to your face, caressing your check softly.

“Are you sure that you want this?”

Your heart feels so full and warm, the smile on your face radiating that same feeling. You lean up a bit and place a small kiss on his cheek.

“I would never want it with anyone else, Aether.”

The moment he got the okay, his lips are back on yours, they’re so warm and inviting he just can’t help but kiss them whenever he gets the chance. His hands move to your back, finding and undoing the zipper of your dress before carefully pulling it off of you.

You feel a bit shy, being so exposed to someone, but try not to bring attention to it, that is until-

“Wow…” Aether whispers just loud enough to hear.

You look at him, worried something might be wrong, that maybe he changed his mind now that he saw you. Those thoughts are swatted away though when he wraps his arms around you in a firm, but careful embrace, just holding you close for a moment.

“I can’t believe that I have you here, that you’re mine. You’re so… Wow.”

Your face must be burning up, but you push through that, and your slight anxiety, and pull his arms to the clasps of your bra. He undoes them, a bit clumsily, but it’s charming.

Once your bra comes off, Aether truly cannot keep his hands, eyes, or mouth away from you. He pecks your lips just one more time, before kissing his way to your jaw, then your neck, all the way down until he reaches your chest. He nips at your skin, looking to see what reaction you have to it before he continues appreciating every inch of you.

No wonder he’s one of Papa’s closest ghouls, big, strong, talented, and from the looks of it, incredibly dedicated to worship.

“Aether,” your voice is small and shaky. “Please.”

He rises to meet your gaze, leaning in next to your ear.

“Please what, tesorina?”

You feel likes your going to burst, and he must be too, judging by his shallow breath.

“Please, I need you.” You swallow a breath, trying to calm down. “All of you.”

Aether says nothing before he starts shedding his clothes, being more careless than he was with yours, and you remove your underwear while he does so. He pushes himself onto the bed, pulling you carefully under him and massaging your thighs.

“How can I say no to such a pretty thing like you?”

You feel him grind himself against your folds, rubbing against your clit every so often. Once he’s a little more slicked up, he positions himself and slowly starts to slide into you. It doesn’t hurt, but the sheer stretch of him makes you whimper a bit.

He shushes you, offering words of comfort and praise while he works himself deeper.

“Shhh shhh… Atta girl, you’re taking it so good, just a little more.”

Your head spins, swirling all of his words like little whirlpools, and you were drowning in them. So drunken by the things he was saying, they all started to blur together, and the feeling of him finally sheathing himself fully inside you was almost disorienting.

Hands gripped his wide shoulders, looking for any kinda of support while the same pathetic whimpers fell from your lips. Aether was there though, making sure to kiss away any discomfort before he ever dreamed of moving, not wanting to push too far too fast.

You subconsciously grind your hips into his, once again earning yourself a low groan from the ghoul. Your hands wander to his face and then to the back of his head, finger lacing in the strap of his mask. His body tensed for a second, but with a deep breath he replaces your hands with his own, unlatching the strap and removing it from his face.

You stared, as hard as you tried not to, you did. His eyes had caught you in a trap earlier with their deep stretches of color, but seeing him now, for all he was, the only word you could describe it as would be blessed.

He was obviously nervous, biting his lip waiting for any kind of response from you. So you told him the only words that you could grasp in that ever rushing mind of yours.

“I love you, Aether.”

His hips almost instinctively thrust, hitting as deep into you as you could take him. You must have hit some kind of nerve - or rather - need, inside of him, because he hurried his head in the valley of your chest his breathing was shaky.

“Please…” His voice wobbled from his throat. “Say it again?”

You smiled, it was so cute seeing the things that really got him going.

“I love yo-“

Another deep thrust caught you off guard, your words being replace with an unexpectedly loud whine. He started moving his hips at a steady pace, slow but deep, dragging right against that extra soft little spot in you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your eyes shut tightly, you relished the feeling of him filling you up, every movement driving you closer and closer to the edge. You swear, you were watching him fall more for you ever second he was inside you, his eyes were soft and his lips hung open just a tad, he was a sailor and you were his siren.

A hand moved from his shoulder to one of his horns, pulling him back down to kiss you. It wasn’t dirty, or lustful, it was that same kiss that he gifted you the first time.

He tried to keep at that slow pace, but the feeling of you clamping down on him, your skin pressed on his, it drove him wild and his thrusts started to speed up. You were starting to unravel underneath him, a mess of sweat and moans, and begging. You begged him for it, all of it, every little bit of him he could offer you.

“So close… Need…”

His head dipped down to your shoulder, where he placed a firm kiss, making you choke on your words.

“Mark me… Please…”

Almost as if he had been waiting, he opened his lips and dug his teeth into your shoulder, beads of blood dripping into his mouth. He slowed his thrust almost to a halt, but that didn’t stop you from grinding yourself on him, finally reaching your climax with an extremely lewd moan that was muffled by one of your hands. He joined you, giving a few deep thrust before his own release, his dick twitching while filling you with the warmest sensation you’ve probably ever felt.

He relaxes his jaw and pulls away from you, soothing the oncoming sting from the bite with his tongue as he lapped up any drips of blood still trying to escape. Your body was tired and your vision was blurry, so you simply tried to catch your breath until you regained a little stability.

Once Aether had stopped the bleeding, he lifted his head and rested it on your own, your noses pressed against one another.

“I love you too, tesorina. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nodded your head, trying to sit up with him, but he planted you flat on your back. You were a little confused, until he pulled a towel from his closet and a change of clothes. He wiped up the cum that was now spilling out of you, careful not to rub on any spot that was too sensitive. Sitting you up, he slid one of his shirts over your head, and a nice pair of socks onto your feet, topped off with a tender kiss on the forehead.

He threw on a pair of boxers and got into bed, pulling you into his chest from behind, trying his best not to touch the fresh mark on your shoulder. You two cuddle like that for a while, and you eventually start to drift off, Aether leaving you one final bit of praise to dream of.

"Even like this, dolcezza, you're still so perfect. Goodnight, I'll see you in my dreams."