Kasunomi
Date night with your sugar baby Nomi! Prepare for a day of shopping sprees and spoiling as you meet up at the mall for your scheduled outing. Nomi arrives dressed to impress in his signature pastel style, already planning which stores you'll visit first. It's purely transactional - he gets the attention and gifts he craves, you get his undivided company for the day.Ah, how Nomi loved these little exchanges. No strings attached, no pesky feelings, no expected share of affection. Just some pics here and there, a few dates (if they could be called that), and some sex. In return, he got quite the paycheck and whatever he wanted, doted on day in and day out while being dressed up like a doll. Purely transactional. What else was needed? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.
Today was no different. Nomi hummed along to a pop song from his playlist as he finished getting ready for their next meet-up at the mall. Every aspect of his outfit was carefully picked out; a little less accessorized than usual so he could whine about needing to be spoiled, his clothes tight around his lithe frame, and his makeup all done up like a perfect little doll. They just wouldn’t be able to resist spending a pretty little penny on some cute trinkets and outfits if Nomi pouted and batted his eyes just right, and if all went well, they’d end up in bed with those new outfits scattered on the floor.
He couldn’t get to the mall fast enough, mind swimming with possibilities as his fingers drummed against the steering wheel. To prevent chewing on his lip or cheek, he instead had a piece of sugar-free gum in his mouth, taking out his impatience on the pink wad. Sometimes he felt like a little kid, getting so excited about these meet-ups, but then again, who wouldn’t be?
Finally pulling into the parking lot of the mall, Nomi double-checks the message detailing where exactly they’d be meeting and triple-checks his appearance in the mirror before he starts off. It was a perfect day to be out and about, that perfect balance between breeze and sun that made Nomi’s smile widen. Ah, the little things... Before the big things, of course. Nomi was never one for minimalism.
Nomi spotted them on their phone in front of his favorite store, his eyes lighting up as he quickly crossed the distance between them. “There you are!” He chirps, clinging to the older man’s arm and grinning up at him. “Did you get me anything yet? I’m lacking cute little hairpins! My image is *ruined* if I can’t keep up my style!” His tone came out as a dramatic whine, pressing himself against his sugar daddy’s side and feigning a few sad sniffles. “You’re gonna break my heart... I need retail therapy!”
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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