before reading: please understand that im not comfortable with writing anything heavy in smut, im only a minor and anything that includes (extreme) degradation etc does not make me very comfortable.
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character i will prioritise due to inspiration:
MASTERLIST
stranger things
── steve harrington
the folk of the air series
── cardan greenbriar
harry potter series
── james potter
── sirius and regulus black
── remus lupin
── young!peter pettigrew
── anyone from the golden trio era except for book!pansy and book!draco
teen wolf
── scott mccall
marvel
── peter parker (i write for andrew!peter too)
shadow and bone
── kaz brekker
── the darkling
the vampire diaries
── stefan salvatore
and any other fem characters part of the tvd, tfota, hp, tw and s&b verse.
a/n: first post got deleted so we are redoing it :,)
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the sunrise illuminated the morning blue, cascading through translucent curtains in the form of golden hues. an eclipse of fallen tension and rising serenity encompassed an ambience in which two souls were crafted from the same. theo's lips smeared against your skin, the pink muscle eliciting a balmy fire to arise on the fragile layers.
he always visualized a setting like this.
with you beneath him, a captivating look on your face, mouth merely parted— enough to allow whimpers and cries to erupt in the depths of your throat by reason of pure euphoria. his pleasure carved from hooked limbs and thrusts so deep and gentle. a rhythm of symphonic sensations drowning one another's bodies, apprehension gradient and instinctive.
you mewled the mantra of his name, a forte of yours that had theo's eyes rolling in the back of his head; cursing himself for eluding the look on your face. the lids that had fluttered shut flawed, taking in his dulcet smile and kiss swollen lips. embracing him, your hands found sanctuary in his tawny locks— ones his mouth grazed and were wielded to differentiate with his own.
the lines were no longer blurred as you rolled your hips against his, alcohol quondam an equivocal incentive of intimacy, for you were enough to depict his yearning. logic abandoned and mutinied emotions abrogated from your hearts, "theo" rolled off of your tongue in the form of a broken cry, "more. please," a gasp abutting the shell of his ear, triggering him to gift you with entirely what you beseeched; because who was he to deny you of such?
he relished in the pain as you dragged your nails down his biceps, grappling onto the flexed muscles for dear life. his tempo quickened— now rough, your oxygen dwindling— nevertheless short of adoring.
your ankles trailed the length of his spine, meeting at the small of his back, pushing him deeper and contracting your muscles. he hauled inside of you, mouth agape in surprise and rapture. just as you were about to protest, his lips ceased you from further dubiety, tongue finding yours and soothing the ache. "again," he begged— the juxtapose of one another's mouths merely centimeters away, "i need you to do that again," and so you obliged, muscles tightening afresh.
theo's brows corrugated, grunting at the twisting knot. tears leaked from your eyes as you felt him, every vein, every inch and every crevice. his velvety skin and the beautiful noises he offered. and you took in each one, bar none, using such aforementioned as your moral compass— letting them guide you through this newborn world of delight.
his thumbs dusted over your hipbones, finding solace in the curves of your waist. lowering himself between the junction of your breasts, he attached himself to the path, reminiscent to an artist painting their canvas. there were no predetermined actions, no rules or divides; you both emerged with what you knew and continued with help throughout the way.
you pressed your lips to his temple, besmirching future plans and bestowing yourself the ability to indulge in him. theo exhaled, moments caught in a crossfire of love and war. the air altered and the sky dangled with three words, eight letters that were visibly forbidden, but surfaced as the two lovers prolonged their night of bliss.
soooo i hit 600 followers which is absolutely insane to me,, especially because when i first started posting on this account i was pretty sure i was going to just stop posting before i even hit 100 followers but here i am !! and to celebrate this milestone i wanted to do something for both my lovely moots and everyone else who follows me, so i will be posting a little “party” some time tomorrow possibly but for now,, here’s a little appreciation post for my moots <3
@akraziia ━ i think i’m legally obligated to mention you first since you were the first person i’ve ever really interacted with on here. ilysm and i love talking to you,, you’re so sweet and i don’t think i’ve ever had a “boring moment” with you. i’ve absolutely adored you ever since we first talked on here and i’m so grateful for you MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@ronbrokemyheart ━ my tuned s/o 🥺 ilysm even though you can never read the challenges right,, jk jk in all seriousness i absolutely love and adore you and i’m so glad that i messaged you that one time with those liam payne memes because getting to talk to you everyday genuinely just makes things 100x better MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@anywherebuthere ━ shawty 😩🙏 it’s been scientifically proven that we’re soulmates and we can’t argue with science obv,, jas x caz supremacy !! ily and i love how easy it is to talk to you and how we can go from being loud bitches talking about serious topics to loud bitches just being annoying. again,, us supremacy and i can’t wait for your exams to be over so i can go back to annoying you 24/7 /hj MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@witcheypoop ━ uhhh we’ve barely interacted but ily anyways 😸 i remember getting a notification telling me that you reblogged my fic and i went onto your acc and thought “what a hot theme 😩” then realized you didn’t have anything else posted but i followed anyways and i’m so glad that i did. i can’t wait to see your future fics and ily again MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@myloveforluna ━ our convos are sporadic and usually we’re just asking each other how we’re doing or complaining abt exams but any interaction i have with you is a good interaction to me,, ilysm lilly !! you’ve always been so sweet and talking to you is so comforting MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@miss-starkov ━ we don’t talk much (even though we absolutely should) but you’re always interacting with my posts and i love seeing your username pop up in my notifications. you seem like such an amazing person to talk to so feel free to message me at any time or come into my inbox and just spam me with whatever MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@shadesofvelma ━ the lily to my james 😩🙏 like you said we don’t interact much but also we do at the same time,, either way i love you and i think that you’re absolutely hilarious as well as hot so sweet. i’m going to consider it a crime if we don’t start actually talking more though 🙄 MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@thotbutpurple ━ el ilysm !! i never thought that i would meet someone who matched the level of horny i’m constantly at 😩🙏 our snap convos are some of the most entertaining ones i’ve ever had and anytime i get a notif that you sent something in it always manages to make my day <3 even if it’s smth weird can’t wait to become voice actors together or make a podcast and show off our amazing voices MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@eudemon-ia ━ i can’t make an appreciation post without including my possible long lost twin 🙄 ily jaz even if we don’t interact much,, i love seeing you on my dash and whenever i get a notif from you i swear my mood goes up sm MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@fjorelaant ━ i know i haven’t fulfilled my promise to talk to you more but i still had to say that ily and i really do hope that we can become closer because you seem like such an amazing person to be close to MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@illiicitarts ━ your writing is amazing and truly beautiful,, how does it feel to have that much talent ?? but seriously you’re amazing and i hope that we can talk sometime outside of tumblr and reblogging each other’s fics MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@quindolyn ━ we have interacted a total of one (1) time but i think it’s necessary to say that ilysm and whenever i woke up and got a bunch of notifs saying that you reblogged my fics and especially when you sent in that ask i think i almost lost my mind. you were one of my biggest inspos when i first started writing on here and i can’t believe that we’re actually mutuals so MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
@maybanksslut ━ amelia !! i absolutely adore you and your blog sm <3 your smut is so beautifully written and never fails to make me h word 🤩 whenever i get a random notif from you i get literal butterflies,, like i am down on one knee asking you to marry me MWAH 👩❤️💋👩
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cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!
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a/n: short and sweet james fluff <3 hope you like it love! reblog to boost xxx
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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"
Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.
"Um, no one."
Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.
"What? Did nobody ask you to-"
Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.
"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."
You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.
"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."
A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.
"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."
Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.
"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"
⚔︎.
"So, Y/N."
It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.
"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"
Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.
"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."
Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.
"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"
Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.
"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."
The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:
"I don't know how to dance."
⚔︎.
That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.
"Alright, are you ready?"
You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.
"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."
The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.
"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."
Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.
"Come on, I'll lead."
⚔︎.
"Left, two, three."
"Shit!"
James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.
Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up.
"Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance."
The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."
You raised your eyebrows at the boy.
"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."
The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.
"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."
You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.
"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"
You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.
"I-, I don't know."
Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.
"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."
As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.
The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.
One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.
Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.
"Um-"
"Y/N-"
Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.
"You go."
James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.
"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"
A smile blossomed on your face.
"Don't you have a date?"
James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.
"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."
The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.
"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"
James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.
"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."
Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"
It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.
"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"
"Maybe-"
Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.
After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.
"So, are they convinced?"
A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.
"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"
James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.
"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."
Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.
"What?"
James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.
"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"
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anon requested. teaching him different hair styles as a request? they make me feel loved
You sat in the common room, enjoying a quiet evening with your book. Most of the students were out, in their rooms, or doing quiet activities around the common room.
The novel was settled on your lap, your knees pulled up, and your fingers keeping your pages open. You were lost in the words, several chapters deep.
An empty tea cup sat in front of you, and a fire was cracking lowly in the hearth. You looked up at the sound of footsteps, Sirius coming into view.
“Are you busy?” He asked softly.
“No, Siri.”
You closed your book and set it aside, offering the boy your full attention.
“Will you fix my hair? It’s bugging me,” he asked, dark curls falling everywhere in his face.
You couldn’t contain a giggle, and you nodded, sitting up. You reached for him, and he moved to sit in front of you on the floor.
You dragged your fingers through his curly hair, the locks like silk around your touch. The tension eased from his muscles, and you felt him relax between your legs as you played with his hair.
You remembered that you were supposed to be fixing it for him, and you divided it in half. Your fingers worked the strands into Dutch braids, bringing both sides to meet at the crown of his head.
Sirius was silent and still, his attention focusing on the feeling of your gentle touch. He was comforted by the tender, caring favor. You’d taught him to tie his own hair up effectively, but he always preferred when you did it. For one, you were better at it, but he adored the feeling of you playing with his hair, and it was an innocent excuse to get you to agree to do it.
You tied the braided hair into a neat bun, smoothing down the stray curls into place. You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Thank you,” he chirped softly, lightly touching the braids.
“Certainly.”
He stood up and kissed your cheek, earning a gentle smile from you. You hummed appreciatively and stood up, grabbing your book from the table.
“Can I sleep with you?” You asked, hoping he’d say yes.
A nasty storm was raging outside, and you never slept well under the frightening booms of thunder. Sirius smiled, reaching out his hand for you to take. Your fingers laced in his, and you ascended the steps to his dorm.
Remus and James were both sat on their respective beds, bent over textbooks and studying. They didn’t bat an eye when you entered, used to your presence in their bedroom.
“Bunny’s going to stay,” Sirius said, and Remus looked up with a smile.
“You can wear my shirt to bed if you want, it’s clean.” Remus pointed to the folded shirt on top of the chest at the end of his bed.
You thanked him, picking up the soft fabric and slipping it over your head once you were out of your uniform. You slid into Sirius’ bed, the thunder sounding farther away while you were in the safety of the marauders’ dorm.
The duvet settled over your shoulders, and you curled up on your side, watching the brunette get ready for bed. He spoke softly with the boys for a few minutes before joining you under the covers, dragging your body back against his chest.
“Sleep, bunny,” Sirius encouraged, kissing the back of your head.
“M’trying,” you murmured, exhaustion already heavy on your body.
You listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat against your beck, falling into a peaceful sleep in the tattooed arms of your best friend.
these anons need to stop. if you are so uncomfortable with a teenager writing smut than no one is stopping you from not reading her nsfw work. this “literal child” is a teenager, along with many others on this platform, and while that may make you uncomfortable, sexual feelings during teenage years are common and natural. there is no reason for this comment. it’s writing. it is what nia likes to do, as well as most people on this app. to try and make someone “feel bad” about writing smut, and/or question themselves is completely and utterly ridiculous. think about what you said. refrain from submitting such thing again. and educate yourself in the aspect of teenage development and feelings.
summary and word count: a certain fae can’t help but find amusement in the youngest elfhame’s prince‘s frustration. wc — 1493
pairings: the cruel prince!cardan greenbriar x fem!reader
contents and warnings: jealousy, hinting of threesome, mentions of knife (nothing extreme), suggestive content, mutual pining-ish, fluffy?
a/n: i used tcp cardan because i couldn’t see any context of y/n being used in a fic in the other books (i also need it for the next part </3). i tried my best to include the tail bit since it didn‘t come out right, ill add it in either part 2/3. cardan is a bit ooc (i made him a bit idk how to put it besides: sub?man whore. because i believe that’s what he is 😁). and y/n resembles jude just a little bit with the blade thing, but only a little because jude is neither very flirty or open up about her sexuality (more so in the first book) and that’s what i made y/n like.
also, since this was more in y/n’s perspective, next part will be more so cardans <3
Y/N's legs crossed as she leaned her head on locke's shoulder, while Poppy, a half-faerie: who Locke has shown great interest in— for all the wrong reasons — sat before them and told them of the mortal tales her father would recite to her every night or the ones she gathered on her own from her adventures back where the humans lived.
Y/N found them odd: how they all were almost nothing compared to the people here; they were fragile, but she found similar enjoyment in them all nonetheless — and perhaps she had the eldest duarte to blame for her obsession with all things mortal, and Poppy's tales weren't helping either — which has unfortunately gained her the harsh scowls from the youngest prince of Elfhame.
Though that was no surprise. The boy had never been kind enough for her to realise that his treatment towards her was almost cruel — not that it had mattered, because to Y/N it was a show; she knew where his feelings lay, and it was nothing but amusing. To everyone with eye sight as clear as day, he'd never liked her, but when in class, when he believes her to be ignorant of his stare or his wagging tail; she has a classmate whisper every move his body makes, and it fuelled her heart all too much.
"It's not quite normal there, unlike here, if anyone decided to walk around with it they'd get humiliated till they're six feet under," Poppy snorted, covering her mouth with the back of her palms.
Locke turned to stare behind him, catching sight of the prince and Nicasia — both pouting miserably (one much too obvious than the other), and at that, he smiled. "Oh you’re right, tails are quite odd aren’t they? More so on a prince,"
Y/N shrugged at that, "It's alright, I do think Cardan makes it quite, charming? He’s always wagging it around like some...was it a cat you called it?"
"Yes a cat," Poppy shook her head positively, "though don't say that out loud, I doubt he's as clueless on mortal knowledge as we think he is."
Locke hummed, a smirk growing on his lips as he kept his eyes trained on his friend, Y/N following suite of his gaze and sultry grinning at the boy from afar, ignoring Nicasia — causing his eyes to widen momentarily, before the scowl found home on his face once more.
"He's never quite liked you has he?" His words were soft against her ear, his lips landing gently beneath her ear-lobes, kissing it tenderly as he kept his eyes trained on his flaring friend — who if one squinted, could perhaps see smoke escape his ears, if they ignored the immense swinging of his tail.
Y/N smiled, a small amount of malice lacing her intentions, "hatred I'd say, though he doesn't think I'm that foolish does he?"
Poppy, who now stared at her feet, hands tugging the grass with a blush coating her tanned features, "he's looked like he wanted to murder Locke."
Y/N snickered, a sickeningly sweet one at that, as she lowly muttered, "it’s all working then, sweetness."
Later on, when Y/N was left with no one to keep her company — as Locke found himself adorning Poppy and Nicasia's presence, alone — she took notice of the emptiness of Locke's home. It was beautiful, nothing as extravagant as Hollow Hall, yet she found herself admiring the interior all the same.
And as her hands traced the designs etched on the walls, as if it were a reminiscence of her first time staring upon them, a deep, and rather annoyed cough fleed her from her thoughts.
she stayed in position, her back facing Cardan and only gripping the knife resting on her waist, "now what would the prince need at a time like this? Should he not be in his humble abode by now?"
"Should you not be with your lover boy? Or is it that you enjoy using people like he does?" His tone was hostile as he spat his words, however the light softness that rippled around it was evident and Y/N couldn't help her lips tugging upwards.
She turned around, staring at him — where he leaned cooly against one of the walls — with squinted eyes, faux contempt present in her stare, and he shifted in his spot at her gaze.
She swiftly walked, her steps careful as to not trip on her dress. And when she reached him, she, boldly, placed her hands on his chest, dragging it downwards firmly — and his thumping heart beneath his rib cage could be faintly heard from the short proximity between them.
Y/N titled her head when he clenched his fists, but found a smile etching on her lips when his eyes were lightly fluttering. "Do I really threaten you that much that your hatred towards me is the only thing that keeps you going? It's pathetic truly, especially for a prince."
Cardan gulped, mind hazy at the contact and his body was supported by his tail, that was wrapped roughly around one of his legs. He could not utter the next words without stroking her ego, and it was then he'd wished — though he'd never admit out loud — that he were mortal, because he needed to lie if not keep his mouth shut.
More so with her trapping him, her knees coming forward and slightly spreading his legs, so that the entirety of his body leaned upon the wall. And despite him towering over her due to one of her legs bending in-front of the other, he could not move, catching sight of the shiny blade securely placed on her hips and her rigid grasp on them.
She had been around a certain mortal for too long, he thought, and at that his sneer was present again.
Y/N gently bit her tongue to stifle the giggle from escaping her, "what, cat's got your tongue?"
His lips were tightly sealed, and though he already knew the effects she displayed were affecting him, greatly, he refused to acknowledge her — especially that any movement could cause his legs to move slightly forward and brush . . .
She shook her head with a light hearted laugh that had his heart beating just a little bit faster, just a little bit. Her hands releasing the grip she had on her blade, before placing it on his cheek and patting him smoothly.
"You're quite humorous you know, would be a shame if you wasted all that energy on 'hating' me when it could be used for something else, you decide, my prince." she said, her tone sensual and low, before gradually stepping away allowing room (only a small amount at that) for the boy before her to breathe, she let one of her fingers crawl delicately on his hollow cheek bones, that though looked sharp, were as soft as anything could be.
Cardan's eyes widened ever so slightly, now registering her words, "are you flirting with me?" He asked. The space between them now slightly obvious, and he hated it — almost as much as he pretends to loathe her.
Y/N raised her brows, crossing her arms in an unlikely childish manner before nodding, "you're quite oblivious you know? Yes."
"Well," the confirmation enabled a smirk to appear on his face, only to be dismissed by her voice, again.
"Well? Is that all? Because I have things to do, and if my offer does not interest you then I'll gladly leave and find another willing volunteer," she purred, ignoring the way his brows harshly and quickly furrowed, creating a crease, "how about Locke? We are reasonably close, and he does not have a tail — which looks a bit foolish, don't you think?"
He was blushing crimson now, red sparklings littering his pale cheeks, but then his lips curled up — however, he does not look as frighting as he's expecting to be, he knew that, especially with her knees still resting between his thighs (which is all he's trying to drift his mind from at the moment).
"I don't see anything off with it, I've been told it makes one interesting. You've spent too much time with mortals and those alike." Cardan's jaw clenched and his chest was rising a lot more than it was a few minutes before.
Y/N pursed her lips, "Well then, show me how interesting one can get." She leaned forward, her breath fanning atop his lips and he found his own hitching.
His eyes were wandering from her eyes, which he secretly adored, to her lips, and he subconsciously nodded, leaning forward.
Only then, her hands rested on his chest, pushing him away slightly and his head came in contact with the wall yet again, and he had to bite his bottom lips in hopes that she had no idea how much he’d needed her, all of her.
Y/N stepped backwards, finally standing straight. Her hands on her side once more and she gave the prince an alluring smile, "I'll see you later, cardan."
He glared at the spot she had been standing in once she’d left, and he knew that it was a silly game she’s playing.
