#Spa-like sanctuary

[hikercarl]

A Hiker's Sanctuary: My Ideal Home in Harmony with Nature

Discover the ideal home of a nature-loving hiker—a sanctuary seamlessly blending into the natural landscape, offering peace, sustainability, and inspiration.

Daily writing promptWhat does your ideal home look like?View all responses When I close my eyes and envision my ideal home, I don’t see a sprawling mansion or a sleek, modern skyscraper. Instead, I see a sanctuary nestled deep within nature—a place where the lines between indoors and outdoors blur, and where every corner speaks to my love for the wilderness. Location: A Remote Haven Surrounded…

[djcalcos]

Transitional Bathroom - Bathroom Inspiration for a large transitional master white tile and stone tile marble floor bathroom remodel with shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, an undermount sink, marble countertops and a hinged shower door

[pucksandpower]

grid kids : y/n having super bad periods like bedridden and seb try’s to tell the boys they can’t visit and they go into full like code red crisis mode

Grid Kids: The Best Medicine

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids do everything they can think of to make you feel better

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Max enters the room gingerly, holding a steaming mug of herbal tea. “I googled it,” he whispers to Charles, who’s setting up a little essential oil diffuser on the bedside table. “This should help.”

Charles nods, looking at the variety of oils he’s brought. “Lavender for relaxation,” he explains.

From the other side of the room, Lando and George carry in an enormous heating pad. “This helped my sister,” Lando mutters, plugging it in, while George adjusts the settings.

Lance, a bit out of his depth but wanting to contribute, tentatively offers a stack of magazines and books. “For ... distractions?”

Mick, who’s been quietly observing, pulls out a small speaker from his bag. “How about some calming music? Always helps to set a soothing environment.”

While this orchestrated chaos unfolds, you, despite your pain, can’t help but be touched by the outpouring of care and concern. You try to sit up but the discomfort is evident.

“Hey,” Sebastian gently admonishes, propping you up with more pillows, “Let them fuss over you. They want to.”

As evening falls, the room is transformed into a comforting sanctuary. The soft glow from fairy lights, the gentle hum of calming tunes, and the subtle scent of lavender fills the room.

Feeling a bit better from all the care, you whisper, “Thank you, boys. But you don’t have to stick around, you know.”

Lando pulls a funny face, “And miss out on a sleepover? No way.”

One by one, the grid kids, following Lando’s lead, find a comfy spot on your enormous bed, cocooning you protectively in the center. Some snuggled at the foot, some propped against the headboard, and others squished in the middle.

With the soft chirping of crickets outside and the rhythmic breathing of your sons on all sides, you drift into a peaceful sleep, pain momentarily forgotten in favor of burrowing deeper into the love and warmth surrounding you.

***

The morning sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. you stir, the pain still present but noticeably diminished. As your eyes flutter open, you’re greeted by the endearing sight of the grid kids sprawled all around you, each in varying poses of sleep.

Sebastian, having given up his spot on the bed last night, is asleep in the armchair, a book resting on his chest. George and Lando, squished up at the foot of the bed, are tangled in a mess of limbs, while Charles seems to have created a makeshift fort for himself with every pillow he could find.

The aroma of breakfast wafts into the room, pulling you from your thoughts. Mick, having woken up earlier, stands in the doorway with a tray. “Morning! Thought you might be hungry,” he says, a smile touching his lips.

“Oh, Mick,” you murmur, touched by the gesture. “You didn’t have to.”

He sets the tray on your lap, revealing a spread of toast with bacon and eggs, fresh fruit, and some yogurt. “We all pitched in. Well, mostly Max and Lance. They seem to think they’re on MasterChef or something.”

Laughter ripples through the room as the others start to wake, each stretching and yawning. Max, rubbing his eyes, adds, “Hey, those scrambled eggs were a work of art!”

Lance chimes in, “Don’t forget about the smoothie. That was my masterpiece.”

George, trying to subtly smooth out his bed head, quirks a brow. “If we’re being all domestic, how about a spa day? Right here, right now.”

Charles, still nestled in his pillow fort, chuckles. “In this room? With all of us? I’m sure that will end well.”

Max’s eyes light up, “I’m in! But only if someone does that cucumber thing on my eyes.”

Mick grins, “You mean a cucumber facial? I’ve got you covered.” He dashes out, only to return moments later with a stash of beauty products. “My sister left these the last time she visited. We’ve got masks, scrubs, the works!”

Amused and touched by the turn of events, you announce, “Alright then, let the spa day commence!”

Sebastian, skeptical but game, adds, “I’ve never had a mani-pedi before.”

Lando winks, “There’s a first time for everything, Seb. Give me your hands.”

As Lando starts on Sebastian while Lance gets to work on making more of his famed smoothies for everyone. Meanwhile, George and Charles, having taken over the facial department, start applying face masks, complete with cucumber slices for the eyes.

An hour later, the room is a delightful mess. Mick and Max have somehow managed to get more face mask on their shirts than on their faces. Lando’s meticulous nail painting skills are in high demand, and George is draped over the foot of the bed, a bright green face mask contrasting comically with his hair.

You, through bouts of laughter, look around at the delightful chaos. “Alright, time for the big question. Do you or do you not feel bonita?”

Lance, his fingers spread out to dry the bright pink nail polish Lando chose, grins. “I feel bonita.”

Charles, attempting to peel off his dried mask, replies with a dramatic flair, “I was born bonita but now? I’m radiant!”

Mick chimes in, “Can’t see through these cucumber slices but I’m pretty sure I’m the most bonita of all.”

The room fills with banter, laughter, and the gentle ribbing that only close friends and family can share. As the day turns into evening, the spa treatments wind down and the room settles into a comfortable quiet.

You, heart full, look around at the makeshift spa and the joy it brought. “Thank you, boys. Today was unexpected but absolutely perfect.”

Sebastian, his nails now adorned with a clear glossy finish, adds, “I think we should make this a tradition. Spa day before every race.”

Max raises his own freshly manicured hand. “All in favor?”

A chorus of “Ayes!” fills the room and so a new tradition was born.

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TLC (🌶️)

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Life was well adjusting for you, your doe hybrid wife Wanda and of course the twin hybrid boys Billy and Tommy. The four of you all felt like one big happy family.

The Sanctuary was up and running well. The public loves you and a Wanda as the spokespeople for the organization.

Overall, life was perfect. But there was a little nagging feeling at the back of Wanda’s head. It appeared every time she looked into the mirror after a shower.

Wanda didn’t think she looked as beautiful as when she met you. True she had put on a little bit of weight, not much. In fact you didn’t even notice it. But she did. Of course a person is their own worst enemy.

Natasha approached you one day in the Sanctuary’s office.

“Hey boss,” she smirked, “I need these papers signed by the end of today and Wanda needs your love”

“I love my doe. I tell her every day” you replied.

“True but I think she needs a special reminder, bud.” Natasha explains, “she needs to know that she’s still a goddess in your eyes”

You quickly sign Natasha’s papers and hurry out the door, “I’m taking the rest of the day off. Thanks Wolf Buddy!”

You took Wanda home and drew her a bath. You set out a home spa kit for her and turned down the lights in the bathroom.

“Detka,” your doe mate giggles and blushes at your display of affection.

“Just take a little you break, okay?” You topped it off with a kiss, “the boys are staying with Natasha tonight”

And with that, you gently closed the door and let Wanda have a little afternoon alone in the bathroom with some scented candles and some relaxing lavender scented bath bombs.

Meanwhile you went to work, crafting a homemade vegan meal for you and your beloved mate. You loved cooking for Wanda and the boys. It was like a hidden love of yours.

You got the vegetarian dish on the stove simmering as you heard the gentle footsteps of your doe walking down the stairs. She was wrapped in your white robe and her hair was damp. As if there was any way that your mate couldn’t look more goddess like.

She gently walked over to you and wrapped you in a hug, kissing you softly. “Thank you, detka” she whispered against your lips.

“Oh that was just part one” you smiled.

“How many parts have you planned?” Your mate giggled.

“Three, five. I lost count, my doe” you shrugged your shoulders.

The vegetarian dish you prepared went perfectly with the wine that Wanda selected. The two of you are able to talk and communicate with one another like you were on your first date again. It felt marvelous.

You both changed into your pajamas and danced together in the living room to your favorite songs.

“Detka,” she giggles as she holds to you, “this night has just been perfect”

“We’re not done yet” you gave a wink.

You led Wanda back to the couch, a little uncertain. You and your doe were always very open with each other when it came to mating.

You sat her down and knelt before her like a knight before his queen.

“Wanda, do you trust me?” You gently asked her.

“Of course I do,” she giggled.

“Okay then just lean back, relax, and let me worship you, my doe”

Wanda simply leaned back, letting herself rest against the couch. You gave a kiss to her lips, then one to her neck and then another to her collarbone.

“Detka,” your mate gently moaned. You pulled back and got back on your knees.

You kissed her lower legs and then her knees and then as far up on her thighs as you could before hitting the fabric of her pj shorts.

Wanda was practically a panting mess at this point and you had barely begun.

“Shall I continue?” You asked her, your voice a little deeper with intent.

She grabbed the strings of her shorts and undid the knot, loosening them right up for you.

“P-Please,” she begged you. You happily obliged.

First you pulled down her shorts and continued kissing your way up her legs.

Wanda’s panting breathes were all the encouragement you needed.

“I-I dreamt about this for a long time” she sheepishly moans out.

“Really?” You looked up to your goddess of a mate, “like what kind of dreams?”

“I use to touch myself to thoughts of you,” she admits, a blush making its way across her face. “And there was one spot that always made me feel good”

“Guide me,” you respond. “Please. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel”

Wanda lets out a nervous giggle. She gently takes a hold of one of your hands and guides it down between her legs. Your fingertips brush a certain little spot

Immediately Wanda tenses up, “t-there it is! M-my pearl.”

You begin touching it softly, rubbing small circles.

“H-Harder. Please” she begs. You oblige. Within seconds, your doe is a whimpering mess.

“Detka!” She moans, “(Y/N)! Oh!! Don’t stop!! Please don’t stop!!!”

You gently pull down her cotton garment and begin worshipping her even more.

Within a few mere minutes, she was gripping your shoulders, tense and shouting your name. Her eyes were shut tight as the feelings of euphoria and absolute fulfillment rushed over her entire being.

Your doe collapsed against the cushions of your couch, trying to catch her breath and smiling like a contented house cat.

“Thank you, thank you!” She was repeating thru panting breaths.

“Thank you,” you kissed her tenderly, “for letting me worship you”

She took a firm hold of your shoulder and guided you to sit on the couch.

Your amazing mate then got on her knees in front of you, her eyes were darkened with lust, love and adoration for you.

“Now let me worship you,” she said with a lustful purr. Her deer tail shaking with anticipation. “And…don’t be afraid to hold on to my antlers.” She gave you a little wink as she began unbuckling your pants.

Wanda, your wife, your mate, a graceful doe, a loving deer. The two of you can and will love and worship each other for as long as you both shall live and then long after into eternity.

Tags: @lifespectator @aloneodi @abimess @olsenmyolsen @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @multi-fandom-enjoyer

[sugurouge]

— sting: alpha!miya atsumu x omega!f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, taboo topics, non-canon, (pseudo-)incest, stepcest, omegaverse, heavy topics of jealousy, possessiveness, dubcon marking, begging, very submissive reader, cheating, breeding kink, dubcon knotting, obsession, some blood

summary: in a society divided by secondary genders, a young girl is adopted into the prestigious miya family, defying conventions due to her undeniable charm & precious nature. as you grow up, your bond with atsumu shifts, leading to a complex mix of emotions & forbidden desires

wordcount: 4.6k

fyi: atsumu & reader were pretty much attracted to another since her secondary gender was revealed. reader is one year younger than the twins

a/n: for @goxjo's omegaverse collab! make sure to check out the other works if you've enjoyed my lil story. pspsps thank you for letting me join, aki my luv (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

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In a society where the hierarchies of alphas, betas, and omegas define social standing and family legacy, adoption is a rarity. Families fiercely guard their bloodlines, refusing to weaken their position with the introduction of an outsider. Yet, in the case of the Miya family, exceptions were made when they saw you. Abandoning a helpless young girl you was never an for your future mother. You were too precious to be left behind.

From the moment your adoptive parents met you, it felt like a blessing. Your sparkling eyes and adorable smile captivated them in an instant. You, in all your little glory, were a true delight.

Neither you nor your new family can recall a time before you became part of their lives. The notion of your adoption was never mentioned, for it didn't matter. To you, they were simply your family, your pack. The protective embrace of the Miya family, renowned alphas, became your sanctuary. Under their care, the eventual reveal of your secondary gender was irrelevant. What mattered was the bond, the love, and the undeniable connection that tied you all together.

To your older brothers, you were their cherished little sister—sweet, gentle, and always eager to bridge the gap between them. You strived to ease their conflicts and show your love for each one of them, appreciating their unique qualities and talents equally.

Yes, you had no favourite. You loved them equally, and they both loved you in return, as their family. Until one didn't. Until something changed.

Suddenly, one of them seemed bothered by your mere presence. Always leaving the second you entered the same room, averting his gaze if your eyes were to ever meet, and ignoring your entire being at school.

This intoxicating, honey-like vapour with hints of candied oranges radiates out for metres around, drenching the halls of Inarizaki High and leaving Atsumu drunk on you.

He can't think straight, can’t focus on sports or academics. You’re the unofficial reason girls are now banned from volleyball practice. Even worse, you’re practically banned from his life. The shift from affectionate brother to distanced meanie was too sudden for you to not feel hurt. So much for your sweet sixteen…

You practically ruined him overnight, your secondary gender holding effects unexpected to it. Now, instead of grabbing ice cream as a group of three, it's you alone. Unless Osamu can join, but even that seems to annoy the faux-blond. He seems irritated by everything you do or do not do. You’re lucky if he walks off without saying a word, as every time Atsumu loses control over his emotions you end up crying in your mother’s embrace. He locks himself in his room and tries to rid himself of the nasty thoughts and feelings he holds inside.

But then there are moments...

Moments when he turns soft, when you meet at night by accident in the kitchen and he’s too drowsy to control his instincts. Suddenly, gentle eyes can't seem to look at anything but you. Suddenly, the smallest space between you seems unbearable to Atsumu.

And you let him. You’re no better.

You embrace him, gently running your fingers through his hair, and hum softly—your tender care is utterly captivating. How could his hands not grasp the fabric of your shirt, his arms tightening around you to hold you close, as the warmth between you rises and your hearts beat in unison?

Yet, it all fades at the break of dawn.  Only a faint blend of your scents lingers—reminiscent of breakfast, with comforting notes of cinnamon and sugar. 

It’s as if the scene abruptly shifts, like a sudden cut in a film. The atmosphere returns to its former state, and you find yourself once again only conversing with Osamu. 

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Until you turn 18.

Until your first heat starts. Your nest made of anything you could grab in time, stealing blankets, pillows, an accidental hoodie of Atsumu.Something about it seemed so awfully comforting, you couldn’t refuse.

At night, you weep with your face buried in the fabrics, trying to muffle the sounds of your distress while immersing yourself in the rich aroma of cinnamon and spice. You’re burning from the inside, the need to rip your skin from your bones is almost unbearable. Your feverish state leaves you crying under the moonlight's embrace, a trembling plea of desperate longing echoes throughout the night. You crave, you need, more.

But what about your brothers? While they were both forced to wear earbuds and use scent blockers, one suffered just as much as you. Instincts, after all, cannot be completely suppressed.

Atsumu groans, his head sinking into the pillows of his bed as his eyes flutter shut.. God, he loathes this. Loathes having to run his own hands over his physique to remove his shirt. He would much rather feel your soft fingertips dip beneath the fabric and explore his heated torso. Every passing second more agonising than the one before. His only refuge is the enveloping darkness as he presses his eyes shut, desperate to escape the burning torment he's sinking into. He can hear you through the walls, your whines and moans of pain piercing through his solitude.

He really needs to move out.

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Your parents welcome you into adulthood, finally granting you the freedom to seek out your life partner, your mate. Yet, your brother won’t even give you the chance to explore this new chapter.

No, after that night, everything changes. He’s unnervingly close, pressing himself against your back, shamelessly inhaling your scent, burying his face in the nape of your neck. He decks you in compliments and constant touches.

Suddenly, he's everywhere around you, determined to keep anyone else at a distance instead. He insists you wear his jackets to school, wrapping you in his scent and effectively isolating you from the world. His overprotective behaviour is so extreme that even your parents are baffled by Atsumu’s mood swings. His intentions unclear as they all believe in the family bond you all have built over the years. 

And you never voice a word of complaint. You would never even dream of challenging Atsumu’s behaviour. In fact, you seem to revel in it.

Despite Osamu’s growing suspicions and the concern it stirs in your parents, their advice falls on deaf ears. Both of you refuse their suggestion: after all, he’s your brother! You feel secure with him close by and aren’t ready to meet your alpha yet. So, your parents can only observe from the sidelines, hoping and praying it’s smooth sailing until the twins move out.

Until the nest is empty.

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What they don’t know is how your older brother projects the echoes of your cries and whimpers during your nights in heat onto his fleeting encounters. At 26, he remains resolutely single, every blind date a disappointment, every hookup unsatisfying and hollow. The desire he feels for you overshadows every attempt at connection, leaving him unfulfilled and unwilling to commit.

Everything seems colourless, flavourless-until family calls.

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You’ve moved abroad for your studies, seeking to put distance between you and Atsumu, desperate to suppress the sick thoughts and desires that have plagued your mind. You hoped that a change of scenery, far from Japan, would help you start fresh, to find your alpha and live a life untainted by these unsettling feelings.

Yet, returning home for Osamu’s engagement presents an unexpected challenge. The stage is set: the occasion is beautiful, with halls adorned in flowers and sweets to celebrate the festivities. But amidst the elegant decorations, nothing captivates quite like you. Your presence is intoxicating to Atsumu, who can hardly contain himself. Forgive him for losing his composure. Don’t mind the intense stares from across the room, the desire pooling in his dark eyes that burns into your back. Promises made to his brother were forgotten the second he got a glimpse of you.

Suddenly, the suit feels too tight, the necktie suffocating, and his palms dry. Here you are. You, in a stunning dress that accentuates every curve. You radiate a glowing allure that confirms—you're at your prime, ripe for the taking.

A strong arm wraps around your waist, the heat of his body searing through the fabric of your dress. Without needing to turn, you already know who it is; his name escapes your glossed lips. “Atsumu.”

He pulls you close, his presence enveloping you, his voice soft and sheepish against your ear. “I’ve missed ya,” he confesses, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You’ve missed him too, of course. Yet you tried to replace him with someone morally acceptable—a volleyball player from New York, who bore a slight resemblance to your brother. But could he ever truly fill the void left by Atsumu?

The sweet mixture of scents turns sour before you can even reply to Atsumu, before you can admit how much you’ve missed him as well. His fingertips explore your neck, lingering on your scent gland, fainted dents still feasible for his touch. The pressure borders on painful, as he demands an answer with a dangerous edge: “Who?”

If looks could kill, you’d be a dead woman. Your anxious scent mingles with his anger, creating an intense atmosphere that seems to draw everyone’s attention. The events unfold faster than your family can react. You feel the sting of his nails digging into your skin, jealousy manifesting as sharp pain as blood threatens to stain your dress.

Osamu, ever the protector, shields you from Atsumu’s anger, ensuring to guide you out of the halls in a rush. “I apologise for what he did,” the dark-haired twin mumbles, as he patches you up. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this, I promise.” He meets your eyes with a searching look. “He swore to keep his distance. And I thought you’d bring your boyfriend.”

You finally admit in defeat, “He couldn’t make it. I didn’t want to pressure him either—it’s too soon for him to fly over ten hours just to meet my…” You hesitate, casting a glance around the room as a deep sigh escapes you, “…family.”

Osamu nods, understanding. He returns to kneeling in front you, his expression filled with concern. “I hoped that after all these years, Atsumu would have cooled off.”

You cut him off, feeling an odd need to defend the blond. “He never did anything wrong,” you insist, trying to convince both Osamu and yourself as your gaze falters. “I’m just as much to blame as he is.” With this declaration, you rise and offer Osamu your hand, helping him back to his soon-to-be wife and the rest of the guests.

Nothing could have prepared you for the smell—the overpowering stench that no flowers could mask. Atsumu sits at the table, his eyes unfocused as your father speaks to him, the words a blur as his lips move too fast for you to catch. You only learn the outcome of the conversation when your mother asks you to approach your oldest brother.

Standing beside him now feels different, a new layer of fear creeping into your emotions—something you never anticipated feeling from him. “I’m sorry,” Atsumu finally breaks the heavy silence, straightening up to face you while avoiding your eyes. “I guess my protective instincts went a bit overboard after… all these years.” He clears his throat, cringing slightly at his own words.

With all eyes on you, you can only hum in agreement before you’re guided to sit beside Atsumu. The effort to mask the sour scent of his anger and soothe him only possible with you being closeby. You have to forget about your own feelings for the day; after all, the event is meant for enjoyment and celebration. Every smile you force, every laugh you share feels tainted with an aftertaste of discomfort, yet you try to maintain a semblance of normalcy, for Osamu.

But the close proximity—shoulders brushing, hands fleetingly touching, eyes meeting—heightens the tension between you. Your heart races uncontrollably, and shivers travel down your spine, each sensation a reminder of the internal struggle between your morals and instincts.

Atsumu, everso selfless, extended an offer for you to stay at his apartment. It was a gesture of goodwill, though it now feels like an unexpected complication. No one anticipated his behaviour would spiral this much, especially after the plans had been made. Your parents, trusting their children, hoped that Atsumu would have matured enough and that staying at his place would be more comfortable for you. They assumed you were busy enough with your studies and the hassle of flying back home to Japan that they simply decided for you weeks ago.

But as the door to Atsumu’s apartment clicks shut, the reality of the situation settles in. The safety of this space, the sanctuary you hoped for, now feels like a fighting ring where the unresolved tension might only grow.

Atsumu carefully guides you to your room, setting down your luggage, while repeating the same sentence over and over in his head: “Let her in and leave, lock your door, go to sleep.” Yet, as he turns to face you, his presence looms over you like a storm, his hands grazing your neck with a possessive, almost reverent touch, as his eyes lock onto yours.

“Who?” he asks again, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that sends shivers down your spine.

The blockers you’ve relied on falter under the overwhelming force of his scent, a potent mix of spice and raw desire that fills the room and stirs something deep and primal within you. You try to form a coherent response, try to remember the name of your partner, but your mind is consumed by the intoxicating presence of Atsumu. Each breath you take is thick with his scent, and you find yourself struggling to maintain a shred of rational thought.

Your attempt to explain dissolves into a stuttering mess, and all you can manage is a pathetic, “Not you.” The words escape your lips as a weak, desperate whimper, and Atsumu’s reaction is immediate and intense. A guttural groan of frustration erupts from him as he seizes your hips, pulling you roughly against his chest. His powerful arms encircle you, creating a cocoon of warmth that feels both incredibly comforting and alarmingly suffocating.

You can’t deny the wave of relief that washes over you as his scent engulfs you, blending with your own and heightening the undeniable ache between your legs. The slickness pooling in your panties is a blatant testament to your arousal, and Atsumu’s keen senses pick up on it immediately. His fingers dig into your body with a possessive urgency that makes your head spin.

A mental war rages within you: the clear, rational part of your mind screams that this is wrong, that your relationship with Atsumu is taboo and fraught with complications. But it’s overpowered by a darker, primal greed that drives you to clutch at him with a fervent need. You can’t ignore the way your body responds to his touch, the way every fibre of your being craves him despite the guilt and confusion clouding your thoughts.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as your lips brush against his neck. A desperate plea slips from your lips, echoing a longing you can no longer suppress. “Alpha…”

Atsumu’s groan vibrates through your body as his lips trail down your jawline, a possessive hunger that makes your knees weak. His tongue flicks over your scent gland, marking his claim with a rasping, “Mine, always been mine.” And it all gets too much for little you. Tears stream down your cheeks as you plead, “Tsumu… please…” Each cry is a mix of desperation and guilt, torn between what you know is wrong and the overpowering need within you.

“You’re telling me you belong to someone else? Yet you beg for me,” he speak lowly into your ear. As his sounds and murmurs fill your ear, the boundaries of right and wrong blur, leaving you surrendering to Atsumu’s fierce desire. His hands grip your waist with a primal hunger, the scent of desire thick in the air as he towers over you. 

You shake your head, incoherent cries escaping your lips. “Just you… Ever always… Tsumu… Yours…” Atsumu’s breath hitches as he nips at your neck, his canines grazing your skin with a tantalising edge that sends shivers down your spine. The primal need within you breaks free, overwhelming your morals.

His erection presses against your tummy, the scandalous sensation causing a moan to escape you. You arch your body, craving the heat and pressure only he can provide. Atsumu’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your flesh as he revels in your response.

“Good omega,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. His hands explore your body, tracing your curves before sliding under your dress to caress your bare skin. Every touch is electric, fueling the fire between you.

When his fingers brush against your damp panties, Atsumu’s leans closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “You’re mine, every part of you.” You moan in reply as his touch makes your body tremble, his weight pressing against you with a throbbing intensity.

“Please…” you beg, grinding against him, seeking more friction. “Tsumu… I need…” The energy almost driving you to come undone already, each touch overwhelming your self-control.

Atsumu’s movements are motivated by an insatiable need, his rough hands unrelenting as he pushes you onto the bed. “I need you,” he utters, his voice thick with desire. Your heart pounds, anticipation and desperation spiralling out of control as he undresses, his clothes hitting the floor in a blur. The raw need coursing through you is almost unbearable, each second that passes intensifying your craving. His every movement is a tease, a promise of the release you’re aching for, and your body trembles with a desperate hunger that feels as though you need him to survive.

He tears away your dress with frantic urgency, his lips scattering kisses across your exposed skin. “So perfect,” he murmurs into your skin, his breath hot and ragged. His touch ignites a fresh wave of need as his lips trail down your collarbone, his fingers finding the hem of your panties and stripping them away with fervent determination. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice a low rasp.

When he finally tastes you, his tongue exploring your core with hungry abandon, each lick fuels the fire within. “More,” you plead, “Please, Tsumu, more!”

He hums in approval, swearing to himself to give you everything you crave. As he positions himself between your thighs, his body presses against yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. Atsumu’s breath comes in ragged bursts as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with an almost feverish desire. “Maybe I should just fuck you senseless,” he muses, his voice thick with hunger. You whine in need, your body trembling as you practically drool over the sight of him. His slightly too-big cock rubs teasingly against your folds, each friction sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

“Gonna fill that sweet little cunt with my cum…” he groans, his words a sultry promise as he coats himself with your juices. Without any further preparation, he pushes into you. The stretch is overwhelming—too much, too good, too painful, yet just right. It’s as if he belongs inside you.

Your body arches instinctively to meet him, a desperate cry escaping your lips as you revel in the sensation. The connection between you both is undeniable, and with each inch that he sinks deeper, you’re consumed by the desperate need that has built up between you over the years.

Atsumu moans in response to your cries, his voice a low growl. “Breed you all day long, fuck…” he continues, his words a promise of unrelenting passion. He pauses for a moment, his hand gripping your hip tightly to hold you in place. The tip of his cock presses deeply into your fluttering walls, each thrust reaching parts of you that make your body shiver.

“Not already coming from just this, are you, baby?” Atsumu growls, his breath hot against your skin. His voice is laced with a mix of teasing and hunger, the edge of possessiveness clear in his tone. When you nod, your soft mewls send shivers through him.

Your arms tighten around his neck, pressing your face against his warm, soft skin as you beg, “Please, plea—ah, take care of me.” Your desperation is punctuated by those pathetic little whimpers, a level of need that drives your Alpha absolutely insane.

Atsumu pulls out of you momentarily, his gaze locked on yours. He groans, “‘Course I will,” before his hips snap forward again, plunging into you with a relentless force. Each thrust is driven by years of pent-up frustration and need, every motion filled with unfiltered desire.

You writhe beneath him, consumed by an overwhelming urge for his bite, his cock, his knot. You crave to be filled to the brim, your body yearning to be stretched and stuffed until you're perfectly round and swollen. “Tsumu” Your voice is desperate, barely recognizable as your own, laced with need. “I'm breeding your sweet little cunt and you’re going to take every. single. drop.” With the last words he already thrusts harshly into you. Big hands claw into your waist, forcing your body to arch helplessly as he dominates you. His thrusts are deep and relentless, each powerful movement making the fat of your ass jiggle. “Such a good bunny…” Atsumu groans, his voice dripping with possessive satisfaction.

“Now, come for me,” Atsumu commands, his gaze fixed on your quivering form. “Come all over me.” Desperation claws at you as you seek your release, your weak hands scratching at Atsumu’s back, leaving red streaks that burn on his skin. Legs spread wide for your alpha, your breasts bounce with every forceful thrust of Atsumu’s hips, connecting with yours in a delightful rhythm. Pleasure clouds your mind, reducing you to a chant of his name, each utterance a desperate plea.

Atsumu's mind roars with need as he looks down at you. He wants to mark you, claim you completely, and breed you. Now that he has you beneath him, he is determined to savour every moment, to ensure you are utterly his. He wants to see you drunk on his cock, to take care of you, his darling omega, until all but him is forgotten.

Atsumu feels you clenching around him, your tightness pushing him to the brink. “Just like that, good girl,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “You’re gonna make me cum.” The desire in his eyes is fierce as he thrusts deeper, the remnants of his control fraying with every movement.

With each powerful thrust, Atsumu's need to possess you grows. He envisions you marked, claimed, and filled by him, an unbreakable bond forged in this moment of passion. The rhythm of your bodies is a dance of primal desire, your cries of ecstasy blending with his guttural groans. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and need.

As you feel the peak of your release approaching, your body tightens around him, every nerve ending aflame with sensation. Atsumu's words, his touch, his presence, all coalesce into a symphony of desire that drives you over the edge. You tremble beneath him, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, your heart pounding in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.

You ache for him to release inside you, to fill you to the brim with the warmth you craved. The slap of his thighs against yours, the wet, frantic noises, and the erratic breaths all that fills the space between you. His strong scent envelops you, mingling with your own, as his fingers find your clit, rubbing with a relentless rhythm. The pleasure is overwhelming, stars exploding behind your closed eyes, your mind unable to grasp anything but the ecstasy he is giving you.

Atsumu’s chest presses heavily against you, a constant reminder of his dominance. “Don’t ever forget—” he rasps, his grip tightening on your hips. “That pretty cunt… these perfect tits… every damn inch of you belongs to me.” His words were a possessive threat, a vow of ownership.

He has you, his delicate omega, completely at his mercy. He's never going to give you away again. He feels high thanks to the way you unravel beneath him, turning you into a trembling, sobbing mess, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the sheer force of his desire.

In that moment, you both reach the pinnacle of your desires, your high-pitched moans intertwining with Atsumu's deep, guttural ones. And he fills you so deliciously. Atsumu’s knot swells, pressing tightly inside you as he fills you with his cum. Each pulse of his release sends waves of ecstasy through you, making you feel as if you’re on the brink of losing yourself. His teeth bite down on your neck, and the stinging sensation sends lightning to course through your weakened frame, chiselling your bond in stone. It feels as though the world has narrowed to just the two of you, your bodies entangled in a state of perfect, overwhelming bliss. “Mine, all mine...” the hushed promised whispered into your nape.

As the sensations finally begin to recede, you drift into unconsciousness, the warmth of sleep enveloping you and providing a hazy escape from mistakes made in the dark.

[cherryl4na]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ `"lamborghini miura and date nights pt. 1"

abstract || you and lando enjoy life outside of all the chaos that comes with him being 'The Ace'

fem!reader || fluff. steamy. mafia au. lamborghini miura. will be a pt. 2. heavily inspired by the suit at a mclaren event and the outfit at cannes. 3.6k words

Lando Norris’ penthouse is the epitome of luxury and power, a sanctuary high above the city’s restless heartbeat. The expansive living space is a testament to modern elegance, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the skyline, the city lights twinkling like distant stars.

When stepping out of the private elevator, you’re greeted by a foyer with polished marble floors, leading into an open-concept living area. The décor is a blend of classic and contemporary, with rich, dark wood paneling and sleek, minimalist furniture. A grand piano sits in one corner, its black lacquer finish reflecting the soft glow of the overhead designer lighting.

The lounge area is dominated by a large, plush sofa that faces a state-of-the-art entertainment system, and a glass coffee table holds an array of high-end spirits and crystal decanters. Original artworks adorn the walls, and a collection of rare books fills the built-in shelves, revealing Lando’s taste for the finer things in life.

The dining area features a long, ebony dining table surrounded by leather-upholstered chairs, perfect for hosting intimate gatherings or conducting discreet business meetings. Adjacent to it is a gourmet kitchen, fitted with professional-grade appliances and a sleek breakfast bar.

The penthouse also boasts a private gym, a spa-like bathroom with a Jacuzzi and a rain shower, and a walk-in wardrobe that houses an impressive collection of designer suits and racing memorabilia.

Lando’s personal quarters are a sanctuary within a sanctuary. The master bedroom is spacious, with a king-sized bed taking center stage, draped in the finest silk linens. A private balcony extends from the bedroom, offering a secluded spot to take in the breathtaking views or simply enjoy a moment of solitude.

Every detail in Lando’s penthouse speaks of a man who commands respect and enjoys his success, yet values privacy and comfort above all else. It’s a space that’s both a showpiece and a retreat, reflecting the complex character of ‘The Ace’ himself.

As of now, the evening had settled over the city like a velvet shroud, the skyline a jagged silhouette against the twilight sky. Inside the luxurious penthouse, Lando Norris watched you with an intensity that belied his calm exterior.

You stood before the full-length mirror, the soft fabric of your Versace dress cascading down in waves of midnight blue, a stark contrast to the elegance of your skin. The room was filled with the quiet rustle of silk and the subtle scent of vanilla from your perfume. It was a rare occasion, this dance of preparation, and Lando found himself captivated by the ritual.

He leaned casually against the mahogany door frame, arms crossed over his chest covered with a white Nordstrom silk shirt that has been left unbuttoned just slightly to exude enough sensuality but keeping it decent, his two usual gold chains around his thick, tan neck as his eyes followed your every move. There was something about the way you moved, the confidence in your gestures, that drew him in. It was a dance he had seen many perform but none with such genuine disregard for the world’s expectations.

“You don’t have to impress anyone,” Lando finally spoke, his voice a low rumble in the opulent room.

You met his gaze in the mirror, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’m not trying to impress,” you replied, your voice steady. “I’m trying to remember who I am beyond all this,” you gestured vaguely, encompassing the grandeur of the room and, by extension, the life you had found yourself entwined in.

Lando pushed off from the doorframe, his steps silent on the plush carpet as he approached. “And who are you exactly, in this world?” he asked, stopping just a breath away from you.

You turned to face him, the intensity of his gaze compelling you to answer with truth. “Someone who still believes in a bit of normality, even in a world as cynical as ours.”

His chuckle was soft, a sound that warmed you more than any embrace. “Then perhaps this will serve as a reminder,” Lando said, producing a small, black velvet box from his pocket.

He opened it to reveal a delicate gold chain, from which hung a pendant crafted in the shape of a lotus, its petals open as if reaching for the last rays of the sun. “The lotus blooms in the mud,” he murmured, his fingers deft as he clasped the necklace around your neck. 

The lotus flower, revered across cultures and spiritual traditions, embodies profound symbolism and meaning. Emerging from muddy waters yet remaining unstained, it symbolizes purity of heart, mind, and spirit. Its ability to bloom immaculately amidst adversity speaks to resilience and strength, teaching us to persevere and flourish despite life's challenges.

It serves as a timeless metaphor for the human experience — a reminder that through adversity, purity, and spiritual growth, we can rise above the murky waters of life and blossom into our fullest potential.

You reached up to touch the pendant, its cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers still lingering on your skin. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, gratitude lacing your words. Lando stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours. “As are you,” he said, not as a compliment, but as a simple statement of fact.

With a smile that matched the warmth of his words, you followed Lando out of his luxurious penthouse. The evening air greeted you with a gentle breeze as you made your way towards the private garage, where a sleek, vintage Lamborghini Miura awaited. Its navy paint gleamed under the soft glow of the penthouse's exterior lights, exuding elegance and power in equal measure.

"You're driving this?" you asked, your voice a mixture of surprise and excitement, a smile slowly inching its way on your face.

Lando nodded, a playful glint in his eyes as he held open the passenger door for you. "Well, how else did you think we’d travel? I figured we could take a little drive before our reservation. Trust me, it'll be an experience you won't forget."

As you move to settle into the plush leather seat, Lando places a hand on your head to make sure it’s protected from the roof of the car. Heading around the car, Lando enters the driver side, and effortlessly starts the engine, causing the powerful rumble to fill the air around you. The car eased out of the garage with grace, navigating the city streets with the familiarity of a seasoned driver. The night enveloped you both, the city lights painting a canvas of twinkling stars overhead.

With each turn and straight away, the Lamborghini carried you through the cityscape, the wind whispering secrets as it tousled your hair. In the midst of this exhilarating journey, Lando's presence beside you remained a constant source of comfort and excitement, his occasional glance your way a silent promise of more adventures to come.

As you ventured further into the night, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the hum of the engine and the shared moments between you and Lando. In the soft glow of passing street lamps, you realized that this impromptu drive wasn't just about the destination—it was about the connection forged in the quiet moments between heartbeats, where each glance and smile spoke volumes about the budding romance in the air.

And as the Lamborghini carried you both towards an unknown horizon, you couldn't help but feel that this night was just the beginning of a journey filled with endless possibilities, where every twist of fate was waiting to be explored together.

With each mile that passed beneath the Lamborghini's wheels, the cityscape transformed into a mesmerizing blur of lights and shadows. Lando navigated the streets with effortless precision, occasionally stealing glances at you, his expression a mix of anticipation and contentment.

As the vibrant pulse of the city gradually gave way to quieter, tree-lined avenues, the Lamborghini slowed to a stop in front of a stately building adorned with ivy-covered walls and softly glowing lanterns. You looked up, realizing you had arrived at a charming and exclusive restaurant known for its exquisite cuisine and intimate ambiance.

Lando turned off the engine, and the sudden silence enveloped you like a comforting embrace. He stepped out of the car, swiftly coming around to open your door with a gentlemanly flourish. As you emerged, the cool evening air wrapped around you, carrying with it the tantalizing aroma of fine dining and the promise of a memorable evening ahead.

The entrance of the restaurant welcomed you with a warm glow from within, casting a soft halo around Lando as he extended his hand, inviting you to walk with him towards the door. You accepted graciously, feeling a flutter of excitement mingled with a touch of nervousness. This evening had already surpassed any expectations you might have had, and yet, you couldn't help but wonder what surprises lay in store.

Inside, the ambiance was elegant yet inviting, with soft music playing in the background and flickering candlelight casting a soft glow over linen-covered tables. The maître d' greeted you warmly, confirming your reservation and guiding you both to a secluded corner table with a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

As you settled into your seats, Lando's gaze met yours across the table, his eyes sparkling with a quiet intensity that mirrored your own emotions. The evening stretched out before you like an uncharted path, each moment unfolding with a delicate grace that seemed to deepen the connection between you.

Conversation flowed effortlessly between bites of exquisitely prepared dishes and sips of fine wine, punctuated by shared laughter and stolen glances that spoke volumes. In the intimate setting of the restaurant, surrounded by the soft murmur of other diners and the gentle hum of city life beyond the windows, it felt as though time had slowed to a perfect cadence, allowing you both to savor every fleeting second together.

And as the night progressed, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, attraction, and a growing sense of intimacy that seemed to bloom with each passing moment. Across the table, Lando's smile was a beacon of warmth, his presence a reassuring anchor in the sea of possibility that stretched out before you.

As dessert arrived, accompanied by a flourish of culinary artistry that mirrored the magic of the evening itself, you couldn't help but marvel at how a spontaneous drive in a Lamborghini had led to this moment of shared connection and undeniable chemistry between you and Lando.

The restaurant hummed with a subtle buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses, yet your attention was solely on the man sitting across from you. Lando, with his easy charm and magnetic presence, had swept you off your feet from the moment you met. His laughter was infectious, his stories captivating, and as the evening progressed, you found yourself drawn deeper into his orbit.

The evening had been filled with unexpected turns—a scenic drive through desert landscapes that stretched endlessly under a starlit sky, conversations that ranged from lighthearted banter to deeper musings about life and dreams. Each moment seemed to unfold effortlessly, as if fate had orchestrated this encounter.

And now, as dessert was served—a masterpiece of flavors and presentation—you felt a surge of anticipation mingled with a hint of nervous excitement. Lando caught your gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and admiration. Without a word, he reached across the table, his hand finding yours with a gentle yet confident touch.

"Care to dance?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with a magnetic charm that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't resist the invitation, nor did you want to. With a smile that matched his own, you nodded, allowing him to lead you onto the small, cleared space between tables where other diners watched with subtle curiosity.

As "Hola Senorita" by GIMS and Maluma began to play softly in the background, Lando pulled you close, his hand firm on your waist as he guided you in a slow, sensual sway to the seductive rhythm of the music. The heat of his body pressed against yours, sending a wave of electricity through every nerve ending.

In that intimate embrace, the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the two of you moving together in perfect synchronization. His touch was both gentle and possessive, his gaze never leaving yours as if trying to convey a thousand unspoken words.

The sensual dance unfolded like a whispered promise of what could be—an unspoken acknowledgment of the undeniable chemistry that simmered beneath the surface. Each step, each turn spoke volumes of desire and connection, drawing you closer to Lando in ways words could never capture.

As the song neared its end, you found yourself breathless yet exhilarated, caught up in the intensity of the moment shared between you. Lando's lips curved into a tender smile as he guided you back to the table, where dessert awaited—a sweet ending to a night that had begun with a drive and culminated in a dance that resonated with the magic of newfound connection and possibility.

And deep down, beneath the surface of whispered promises and shared glances, you knew that this evening was only the beginning—a prelude to a story waiting to unfold, where each chapter would be written in the tender moments and stolen kisses that danced on the edge of tomorrow.

After settling the bill, not without a bit of banter over who pays, you both stepped out into the cool night air, the echoes of laughter and shared stories still resonating between you. The Lamborghini awaited, a sleek silhouette against the dimly lit street, its engine purring with restrained power.

"Where to now?" you asked, half in jest, half in earnest curiosity.

Lando grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, "Anywhere but here."

With that, you slipped into the passenger seat with his help of course, the leather embracing you with its luxurious warmth. The engine roared to life, the city lights streaking past in a blur as you navigated the winding roads together. The night was young, and so were you, in this ephemeral moment where time seemed to slow down just for the two of you.

Conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving through dreams and aspirations, fears and triumphs, each revelation knitting your souls closer together. It was as if the universe conspired to create this perfect interlude, where nothing existed beyond the confines of the Lamborghini and the burgeoning connection between you.

As the city lights began to fade into the rearview mirror, you found yourselves on a quieter stretch of road, surrounded by a tapestry of stars overhead. The car slowed to a stop, and you both stepped out onto an overlook, the city sprawling below like a sea of twinkling lights.

Lando's eyes held yours, their intensity magnified by the intimacy of the moment. You could feel his heartbeat, steady and reassuring, echoing the rhythm of your own. The night draped around you like a velvet cloak, cocooning you in a world where only the two of you existed.

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining effortlessly as if they had always belonged together. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver of anticipation through you, a silent invitation to let go of any lingering doubts or hesitations.

Leaning closer, his breath mingled with yours, warm against your lips. The air crackled with unspoken words, each heartbeat resonating like a whispered promise of what could be. You could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, a comforting familiarity that grounded you in the present moment.

When his lips finally brushed against yours, it was like a symphony of emotions unfolding in slow motion. Soft yet insistent, his kiss spoke of desire tempered with tenderness, a delicate balance of passion and restraint. Time seemed to stretch and bend around you, the world narrowing down to the sensation of his lips moving against yours, tracing the contours of a connection that defied words.

His arms encircled you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. The warmth of his embrace cocooned you in a sanctuary of shared vulnerability, where every touch and caress spoke volumes of unspoken longing and mutual understanding.

Under the canopy of stars, the Lamborghini Miura stood sentinel, bearing witness to a moment that transcended the mundane. The engine's purr became a backdrop to the symphony of your shared breaths, the quiet rustle of fabric as you leaned into each other, seeking solace and passion in equal measure.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded into insignificance. There was only the taste of him on your lips, the press of his body against yours, and the electric current that surged between you, binding your souls in a dance as ancient as time itself.

In that timeless embrace, you felt a surge of emotion swell within you—love in its purest form, unguarded and unfiltered. It was a declaration whispered in the language of touch and sensation, a silent vow that this connection was worth cherishing, nurturing, and exploring with every fiber of your being.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and exhilarated, Lando's eyes held a glimmer of unspoken promises yet to be fulfilled. His thumb gently brushed against your cheek, a tender gesture that spoke of reverence and devotion.

In the quiet aftermath, as you stood entwined under the stars, you knew that this night had forever altered the course of your story together. Each heartbeat echoed the cadence of a new beginning, where the chapters ahead would be written in the shared moments of vulnerability, passion, and the unwavering bond forged in the embrace of that unforgettable night.

Feeling the cool metal of the Lamborghini Miura against your back, you smiled as Lando drew you close, his touch tender yet commanding. His fingers traced a delicate path along your jawline, sending a thrill through you that echoed in the warm summer night around you.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was both soft and consuming, a perfect blend of longing and urgency. You leaned into him, feeling the strength of his embrace against the smooth, cool surface of the car's hood beneath you. The night seemed to hold its breath as you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, the mingling of your breaths creating an intimate symphony.

His hands, strong yet gentle, explored your back with a reverence that made your heart race before finally reaching their destination. He grips the back of your plush thighs in a way that makes you feel weak all over. The hood of the car digs into you as he places you gently on it, moving to stand between your legs. 

Making this moment as intimate as possible, his veiny hands move to grip your waist and pull you closer till there is absolutely no space between the two of you. Every touch, every caress deepened the connection between you, amplifying the heat that coursed through your veins. Time seemed to stand still as you savored each moment, each kiss a testament to the unspoken desire and passion that burned between you.

In that moment, surrounded by the soft night air and the distant murmur of the city, you were entwined in a dance of intimacy and yearning, where nothing else existed except the electricity of his soft lips against your own, his touch caressing you as if you’re made of glass.

As you both pull away from each other, the air between you thick with unspoken words and the promise of what the future might hold, Lando reaches out to gently stroke your cheek. His touch is warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with the cool night air. 

"Let's head back," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with emotion, lips plumped up and red. You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment settling over you like a soft blanket. Together, you gather yourselves and step back towards the waiting Lamborghini Miura.

The drive back to Lando's penthouse is quiet, the purr of the engine providing a soothing soundtrack to your thoughts. You steal glances at each other from time to time, exchanging small smiles that speak volumes about the bond you've forged this evening.

Arriving at the penthouse, Lando parks the car with practiced ease. He takes your hand as you both exit the vehicle, his touch reassuring and grounding. The night feels alive with possibilities as you step into the elevator, riding it up to his luxurious apartment high above the city.

Inside, the penthouse is a sanctuary of modern elegance and comfort. Lando leads you to a balcony overlooking the glittering skyline, where the city lights twinkle like stars in the night sky. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you close as you lean against the railing together.

"This night," he begins softly, his voice carrying a hint of wonder, "it feels like everything has changed, but at the same time, hasn’t."

You turn in his arms to face him, your heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. "It has," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "In the best possible way."

Lando smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes and fills you with warmth. "I'm glad," he says, leaning in to kiss you gently for the third time that night, as if sealing a promise made by the night itself.

And as you stand there, in each other's arms, the Lamborghini Miura waits below like a silent witness to the beginning of your love story — a story that started with a car, a journey, and two hearts finding their way to each other.

an || hey guys! i've had this in the works since early june and finally got around to semi finishing it. this will have a pt 2 and i apologize if it takes a while to come out. hope you enjoyed this and there will be more to come! and to my girls, you know who you are, i hope you loved this.

©2024 cherryl4na. - please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.

[redwinewhiteroses]

How to embrace your sensuality?

Nurture your mind, body and soul

Pick the image you are drawn to the most.

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You should be patient with yourself and be really gentle with your body. Stop for a moment and appreciate your body and notice how far you've come and extend a lot of gratitude for yourself. You truly deserve that. You are called to nurture your body, nourish your body and treat yourself well. You should eat more healthily if that is not what you are doing right now. You should feed good things into your body from thoughts to actions and food and drinks. You can take a long bath with essential oils and bath salts. You should also ground yourself in nature, so you can go on a nature walk, hiking, or do some gardening or do yoga and meditate outdoors. Aromatherapy can help connect more with your body and to rejuvenate your senses. Cooking a good meal at home and unwinding with a glass of wine or a comfort drink is encouraged here.

Indulgence is also implied here. Letting go of all inhibitions and letting go of all control every once in a while is advised. Go ahead and be absolutely wild and feral and be yourself wholeheartedly. Also you are advised to eat something you love, drink something you love or experience something that your body really loves. If there's a particular experience that your body really loves, you can do that. For some it could be a healing massage, going to the spa, manicure or pedicure, acupuncture or even self pleas*re. Indulge in your senses in a calm and safe environment. Give your body the safety it yearns for and love yourself from within, love and embrace all parts of yourself without shame or guilt.

Embrace romance, wear your heart on your sleeve. You should embody love and romance. Imagination and creativity is implied here, so it is advised that living a romantic daydream or diving into a world of your own creations at times will help you heal your senses. Listen to love songs and cheerful music and live a colorful and unapologetic life at all times.

Cuddling is also implied here. So you could hug your loved ones. Have some cosy cuddle times with your loved ones. Feel the warmth of love and emotions and let your senses sit in that experience. Give and receive gentle, compassionate love. Sorround yourself with peaceful, happy emotions and nurture your feelings and heart. Reading poetry or expressions of love can really help you.

Random messages: Soft lavender, Endings, Passion, Rubies & pearls, Muse/Poetic/Sensual(Literally got sensual here... Ahhh the coincidence)

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Letting go and having a good cry can help you release the tension of your body. If you feel like you've been holding everything together for so long at the detriment of your health and peace, your advised to just let go of your sadness. If you need a good cry, go ahead and do it without restriction.

Also good sleep and rest is encouraged in the cards. To connect with your senses and to nourish your body, you should sleep well. Wearing comfortable and feel-good pajamas to sleep, doing skincare or meditating before sleep will really help. Having a small night time routine and cultivating selfcare rituals will help you connect more with yourself. Meditation can help you feel more in tune with your body, so you should try doing that.

Also you can create a small sanctuary for yourself in a cosy place in your room or house, so you can enjoy a peaceful retreat at the comfort of your home. You can find peace and calm your nerves spending uninterrupted time alone by yourself for a couple of hours.

You should also go on spontaneous adventures that awaken your senses. This could be a car ride with the windows down, music on or a picnic in the park listening to the birdsong. Having fun with friends or loved ones and engaging in childlike activities will help your body and mind. You can play board games or play sports with your friends or family. Being cheerful and embracing the warmth of positivity will benefit your senses. Spending time under the sun and feeling the sunlight will enhance your mood.

Also you should dress up well or put some effort into your outfits if you love dressing up, since it will help regulate your mood better. Some of you in this group might be into cosplay, if that's something that you enjoy, you should definitely do that. It can help heal your senses. If there is a particular aesthetic you like, you can dress that way because it will help you feel more connected to your body.

Random messages: Going with the flow/Freedom/Sagittarius energy, Aggressive/Reflect/Slow down, Senses, Flare, Welcome home(We got senses here too...)

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You should try doing activities that increase your confidence. You should let go off all worries and regret and focus on what's ahead you.

Your body needs sunlight and a breath of fresh air. Outdoor activities will heal your senses and renew your strength. You should try outdoor sports, meditation or yoga or just working out. You are also encouraged to find and pursue passions and hobbies that involve your senses, like painting, singing, dancing, pottery and playing musical instruments etc. If you already have hobbies or recently found a new one, enjoy yourself to the fullest while doing them. Letting go of worries, guilt and shame about your body and directing that energy to optimistic and loving thoughts about yourself will drastically help strengthen the connection to your body.

You can try various sensual experiences that lifts your energy like dancing wildly, singing along to music and so on.

If you like retail therapy, which is basically the fancy word for shopping to reduce stress, I suggest you do that. If you enjoy the process of browsing through catalogues finding skincare, books or clothes etc.. go ahead and create a therapeutic experience out of it. If you enjoy going to bookstores, go through the books, take your time and feel the peace and quiet when you do that. If shopping for clothes enhances your mood, be present and be happy and grateful while doing that, because it can heal your senses in a way. If you like to pick ice cream flavors or particular food items from a menu, enjoy those experiences with joy and gratitude.

You can heal your senses listening to all sorts of music, books and movies. So trying new genres or variations of things you already love.

Once in a while you can connect with your body and heal your senses through fantasizing and wishful thinking. Not always but if you feel like it, fantasizing will help your imagination and creativity. It will help you feel good about yourself and lighten your mood. All these things will heal your senses and create harmony in your mind, body and soul.

Random messages: I want more, Bubble tea, Stop wanting/Act like it/Act for it, Forgive and forget, Ultimate happiness/Completion/Full moon

Thanks for joining me for this reading!

[sea-lanterns]

Omg wait Ganyu usually not liking people touching her horns and then when she meets Vet!Reader she loves getting her horns and fluff maintenanced

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Goat! Ganyu getting a spa day treatment with Vet! Reader who strokes her horns, trims her hooves, rubs her tummy with special oils…

Oh, but if anyone else touches her they get a severe headbutt to the ass. She may be a prey hybrid, but many of the people at the sanctuary are terrified of her because of how territorial she can be (she’s not angry, just anxious). Vet! Reader is the only one she allows to even get close to her, let alone touch her. So you do all the maintenance and health checkups on Ganyu, as no other vet can handle her anxiety 😭

P.S: A bit NSFW but you also milk her too when her breasts get too full with milk. It can get uncomfortable for the poor woman so you have to milk her regularly to make sure she’s comfortable!

[miruac]

dating nanami kento - a moodboard

this man would be WHIPPED for you. when nanami loves, he gives it his all. i see his love language being quality time(it's actually physical touch but he likes to deny it). nanamin is actually desperate for relaxation, so i do see a lot of home dates or spa dates. but maybe after a tough day of work, he'll pick you up in his car and take you out to a fancy restaurant. his urge to go to the beach is always in the back of his mind somewhere, so if both of you go abroad he always makes sure that you stop at a beach. he loves bread and you, so why not spend time with you at home trying to bake? listen i know it's overwritten, but i can see nanami acting posessive if someone who he dislikes talks to you, or tries to make a move. if you two are out he will always have a hand around your waist, or his jacket around your shoulders if you're cold. every morning, he dreads going to work. he'll have to be apart from you, his sanctuary from the cold outside world.

(character does not belong to me, rightfully belongs to gege akutami. photos do not belong to me, they belong to op on pinterest. apologies if character seems ooc.)

(a/n: gege i hope your pillow is warm on both sides, i hope your charger only works at a certain angle, i hope that whenever you try to put on a shoe you end up creasing it, i hope that your fingers lock when you're writing a new chapter, and i hope that your shower is always freezing cold when you want it to be hot. happy birthday kento baby i love you ♡)

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[cera-writes]

Can I ask for nightcrawler with a reader who likes stuffed animals a lot, like those sanrio and she would probably have a collection of them?

A/N: cute request, Anon! This was fun to write! <3 Pairing: Kurt Wagner "Nightcrawler x F!Reader

Sanrio Sanctuary

Rain lashed against the window, the wind howling like a drifting ghost. Curled up on the window seat, you clutched a giant Hello Kitty plushie, its oversized head a comforting presence against the storm. Shelves overflowing with Sanrio characters – a fluffy My Melody, a mischievous Badtz-Maru, a sweet Gudetama – lined the walls. This was your haven, a world of plushy comfort.

Suddenly, a blue shimmer materialized in the corner. Nightcrawler had bamfed beside you, a sheepish grin on his face. You jumped slightly, clutching your plushie tighter to your chest.

"(Y/N)," he greeted, his voice warm like hot cocoa. "Didn't mean to startle you. Beast needed some urgent research materials, and the quickest way was..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards the window.

You peeked at the storm raging outside. "Yikes, that's rough. Glad you're not stuck out there, fuzzy elf."

Nightcrawler's blue fur bristled slightly at the nickname, but a smile tugged at his lips. He noticed your gaze drifting towards his empty hands.

"Ah, about the research materials," he said, conjuring a small, wet package from the shadows. "Beast wasn't the only one who needed something retrieved."

Hesitantly, you unwrapped the package, your eyes widening in surprise. Inside was a bedraggled-looking Pompompurin plushie, its yellow fur matted and a single button eye dangling precariously.

"I found this near the Danger Room," Nightcrawler explained. "Looks like it lost a fight with an unrelenting training session."

Your heart melted. With a gasp, you scooped up the Pompompurin and cradled it gently. "Oh, poor guy! Don't worry, little buddy, we'll fix you right up."

Nightcrawler watched, a touch of amusement sparkling in his yellow eyes. He'd never quite understood the human fascination with stuffed animals, but seeing your face light up with such genuine care… well, that was something special.

As you bustled about, grabbing sewing supplies and chattering excitedly about giving Pompompurin a spa day, Nightcrawler couldn't help but grin wider. Maybe there was more to these fluffy creatures than met the eye. Perhaps, just like his own teleportation, they offered a kind of comfort, a connection to something familiar and safe.

Nightcrawler settled in beside you, watching you expertly mend Pompompurin's button eye. In the warmth of the room, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights and the comforting presence of your plushie friends, you looked completely at ease. And Nightcrawler, the teleporting blue mutant, found himself feeling a strange sense of peace amidst the storm outside. Maybe this world of stuffed animals wasn't so bad after all.

[kissesinthemist]

Meadowlark Headcanons

• Kingsley stresses the group out but the person most effected by it is Cole. Perrine worries about it obviously but they are mostly used to their shenanigans and Clementine trusts that they will keep themselves safe (I also like to think that they join Kingsley with some of their shenanigans)

• Because of this, I think Cole can’t spend much time alone with Kingsley without feeling like their about to have a heart attack

• Clementine enjoys collecting ceramic figurines, specifically of animals like cats, ducks, etc. Additionally, I think it would like collecting tea sets (mainly from second hand stores since money can be tight sometimes)

• Perrine rarely lets their hair down. The only time they let their hair down is when they shower or bathe. The rest of the time they have it braided (they are very tender headed because of this)

��� I think Clémentine would really enjoy scrapbooking. I can imagine them being the one to take pictures of the others while they hang out and it creating beautiful collages to forever immortalize the memories. It’s an activity they do alone most of the time since I don’t think the others would be all that interested in scrapbooking (Maybe Cole but idk)

• This isn’t really a headcanon but Kingsley reminds me of Louise Belcher from Bobs Burgers. Maybe not as intense as Louise but still, whenever I picture Kingsley in my mind and how they would act I basically picture Louise

• Perrine usually has dirty hands since they do most of the dirty work around the sanctuary. They also have tough calluses on its hands because of this

• Adding onto the previous headcanon, Clémentine sees their hands and offers to clean them for it. Perrine is hesitant at first but Clémentine forces them in the end. I think they would also paint Perrine’s nails but it chips off quickly due to all the work they do

• I’m not sure if parts of our history is canon in Meadowlark but Kingsley seems like the type of kid to really like dinosaurs. Not just a normal amount, I mean a complete dinosaur nerd. Tbh I think they’d like any type of reptile, it truly doesn’t matter to them

• Perrine doesn’t like insects. They aren’t exactly afraid of them but if one were to crawl on them they’d feel uneasy. However it would rather die than admit this to anyone

• Also, if an insect were to ever get into the sanctuary, Perrine would be the one to deal with it (Mainly because they want to seem tougher)

• Cole has the worst spice tolerance out of the group. They probably find too much pepper spicy

• I might be projecting on this one but Cole would probably enjoy panna cotta. It’s fairly plain with just a slight sweetness to it so it seems like something they would like. However, they would take it plain without much if any berry sauce

• Adding onto the Clémentine and Perrine nail headcanon, I think Clémentine would throw spa days sometimes for the whole group. Facial masks, pedicures, haircare, etc. However I’m not sure how much the others would enjoy it

• Cole probably doesn’t mind too much, they just like spending time with Clémentine. Perrine goes along with it but they don’t like spending the whole day doing nothing so they get antsy after a while. Kingsley.. idk they probably get bored and run off to do their own thing

That’s all I have for now. I plan on posting modern headcanons for the characters soon so stay tuned for that. Goodbye for now <3

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: How To Learn To Love Yourself & Heal From Toxic People

Allow yourself to feel all your emotions and thoughts, authentically and without self-criticism or judgment: Acknowledge that you're grieving. Accept that you need to mourn your loss. Even if it is better to move on in life without these people, it is healthy and completely valid to grieve the relationships you had with these people – regardless of whether they were one-sided, deluded, or otherwise toxic. Allow yourself to cry, be angry, lie in bed, etc. Hit a pillow, sleep in all day on a weekend, or wear a set of pajamas for a WFH day. Give yourself permission to engage in self-soothing behaviors without any type of self-harm or self-sabotage.

Rest, relax, and pamper yourself in your leisure time: Spend time taking it easy – reading, watching TV, doing a face mask or another indulgent skin treatment, using a body massager, cooking dinner in a silk robe and slippers, lighting a candle, cozying up in a blanket, etc. Allow yourself to feel at peace. Create a sanctuary in your space.

Take time for introspection and self-discovery: Being in any type of relationship with toxic people is draining and can cause you to feel as though you've lost a part of yourself by trying to make the relationship succeed. Now, it's time to reclaim yourself after you've courageously cut out these toxic people from your life. Consider and honor your deepest desires, values, interests, hobbies, lifestyle, goals, aesthetic, food, sexual, entertainment preferences, etc. Go on a self-discovery journey to figure out who you really are, what you believe, and who you will work to become as you enter this new, exciting chapter of your life.

Journal, read, eat healthily, work out, drink plenty of water, and sleep: Go back to the basic healthy habits. Try to journal for at least 5-10 minutes a day (using a 5-minute journal, morning pages [writing 3 pages of stream-of-conscious thoughts first thing in the morning], journal or shadow work prompts), make 2-3 whole food, plant-based meals with carbs, veggies, fruits, proteins, and healthy fats, find some ways to incorporate movement into your day – 30-minute walk or yoga session is enough if that's all you can manage consistently, have your body weight in ounces of water daily, and sleep for around 7-8 hours a night. Do some inner child healing by taking care of your core needs.

Indulge in all of your favorites: There's a lot of fun you can have when you have total freedom regarding your daily activities and choices. Give yourself permission to enjoy this solitude. Wear your favorite outfits every day (occasion-appropriate options, of course), including pajamas, loungewear, lingerie, and accessories. Make your favorite meals and snacks throughout the week (incorporating some healthy options in there to feel your best – I love a good oatmeal bowl, frozen grapes, baked Japanese sweet potato, or a hummus and vegetable plate). Watch your favorite TV shows or movies. Indulge in a glass of wine you love or reread a favorite book. Create a masterful playlist. Plan a day of your favorite activities (a long walk, getting a coffee, indulging in a spa day, going to a farmer's market, going to a yoga class, etc.) Treat yourself like your own best friend.

Get comfortable doing things alone: Honestly, no one cares or is paying attention to if you're doing activities alone or with someone else. If someone shows too much interest in your solitude, they're probably projecting their own insecurities regarding their perceived social ridicule. Take yourself shopping, to the nail salon, out for a meal, to the movies, etc. alone. Personally, I love doing most of these things alone anyways. Running errands alone gives you some space to clear your mind and think freely.

Define what an ideal social life and/or relationship looks like for you: Once you've become comfortable with yourself and living life on your own terms, it's time to embrace your desire for human connection and socialization. Consider the types of people you want in your life – their values, personalities, interests, goals, favorite activities, relational boundaries, etc., and where/when/how often you want to interact with them.

Create an action plan: Reconnect with the people in your life who continue to show up for you and have been a light through these toxic relationships and their lasting effects over the months or years. Decide on the places, groups, and ways you'll reach out/try to meet these people. Figure out how to expand your network, and make new connections. Don't be afraid to put yourself out there. You won't vibe with everyone you meet, but it is worthwhile to engage in small talk with several strangers if even one of these new faces, later on, becomes a good friend or acquaintance. A varied social circle is a great way to enrich your life.

Take small steps, then strides: Be gentle on yourself throughout this entire process. It is perfectly okay to take one day at a time during the grieving process. Everyone's healing journey will look different and evolve at a different pace. Don't let these toxic people remain in your heart, mind, and spirit. Remember that you deserve love, kindness, happiness, success, peace, and patience.

[valkyriexo]

Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 3 - Knock, Knock

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNI ᑉ³EPISODE WARNINGS;  None.

EPISODE WORD COUNT; 4K

AUTHOR'S NOTE ; Episode 3! Thank you for your kind comments on the story so far!

If you enjoyed this episode, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Whether it's through comments, reblogs, or sending an ask, your feedback means the world to me. Remember none of this is real. It is a story. It is fiction. You can choose not to read it if it will make you uncomfortable.

Master Post | Teaser | Suspect Cards

As the stress of recent events weighed heavily on your shoulders, Chan's suggestion of getting a massage seemed like a welcomed reprieve. With a gentle yet insistent nudge, he convinced you to take some time for yourself, to relax and unwind amidst the chaos that surrounded you.

As you stepped into the serene sanctuary of the spa, you felt a sense of peace. The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm, inviting hue across the reception area, where the tranquil melody of gentle instrumental music floated through the air.

The receptionist, a picture of hospitality and grace, greeted you with a welcoming smile as you approached.

"Welcome to Serenity Spa," she said, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. "How may I assist you today?"

Your shoulders sagged with the weight of recent events, and with a grateful exhale, you replied, "I'm here for a massage, just looking to relieve some stress."

"Of course," the receptionist nodded empathetically. "We have a variety of options to suit your needs. Would you prefer a deep tissue massage to work out those knots, or perhaps a relaxing Swedish massage to melt away tension?"

"Swedish sounds perfect," you replied, already feeling the tension in your muscles easing at the mere thought.

With a knowing smile, the receptionist gestured toward a cozy seating area adorned with plush armchairs and a small table set with a delicate arrangement of wine and chocolates.

"While you wait for your therapist, please feel free to indulge in some refreshments." Gratefully accepting the offer, you sank into one of the inviting armchairs, the promise of relaxation tantalizingly close. With a sigh of contentment, you selected a piece of rich, dark chocolate, savoring its velvety sweetness as you awaited your moment of bliss.

As you enjoyed the decadent treat, the receptionist returned with a glass of chilled white wine, its crisp aroma mingling with the faint scent of lavender that permeated the air.

"Here you go," she said with a warm smile, setting the glass down on the table before you. "I hope this adds to your relaxation experience."

"Thank you," you replied, lifting the glass to your lips and taking a slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. The combination of the wine's subtle sweetness and the indulgent chocolate seemed to further lull your senses into a state of tranquility.

Before long, the receptionist gestured gracefully towards the hallway. "Your treatment room is ready now. Please follow me."

You followed her down the hallway, the gentle glow of candlelight guiding your way. Upon reaching the treatment room, she opened the door and gestured for you to enter. "Please make yourself comfortable in the robe provided and lay face down on the massage table. Your therapist will be with you shortly."

Gratefully, you slipped into the plush robe, its soft fabric enveloping you in warmth and comfort. Taking a moment to admire the serene ambiance of the room, you then obediently climbed onto the massage table, settling onto the soft linens and resting your head on the fluffy pillow.

As you closed your eyes and let out a sigh of anticipation, the scent of lavender filled your senses, calming your mind and soothing your soul.

As the masseuse entered the room, a serene presence with a gentle demeanor, they didn't utter a single word. Instead, they simply proceeded to perform the massage with practiced precision.

Under their skilled hands, the tension in your muscles slowly began to melt away, replaced by a blissful sensation of relaxation. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully present in the moment, letting go of the worries that had been weighing you down. Each knead and stroke seemed to coax the stress from your muscles, leaving you feeling weightless and serene.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, the massage drew to a close, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Chan for his thoughtful suggestion. With a soft sigh, you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, feeling lighter and more rejuvenated than you had in ages.

But as soon as you turned to leave, your eyes caught sight of something unexpected—a small piece of paper tucked beneath the edge of the massage table. Curious, you reached for it, unfolding the note with trembling fingers.

A chill ran down your spine as you realized the significance of the message. 

The person had been here.

Fear clenched at your heart as you realized the depths of their obsession. No longer were they content with mere gifts and letters—they had infiltrated your sanctuary.

Your space.

The once peaceful atmosphere of the spa now felt suffocating, oppressive even, as though the walls themselves were closing in around you.

You couldn't stay here any longer. You pocketed the note, your hands trembling as you gathered your belongings. You hastily exited the spa, the note burning a hole in your pocket as you raced towards the waiting car. Your bodyguard, ever vigilant, sprinted behind you, his pace matching your frantic steps as you both hurried to safety.

Breathless and heart pounding, you finally reached the car, flinging open the door and practically diving inside. Your bodyguard wasted no time, slamming the door shut before taking his place behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

As the car roared to life, you couldn't shake the feeling of eyes boring into your back, the weight of the person's gaze following you even as you sped away from the scene. Each passing moment only heightened your sense of dread, the knowledge that you were being watched a constant, suffocating presence.

When you finally arrived home, you felt a sense of relief as you burst through the door, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of security. But your moment of respite was short-lived, shattered by the sight of Felix and Chan in the living room. You could hear the other boys nearby in the other room playing among us.

"How was the spa? Did you have fun?" Chan's eyes remained glued to the screen, not yet registering the distress etched on your face. 

Their expressions shifted from concern to alarm as they both looked up at you, their voices falling silent as they took in your tear-streaked face. The concern etched on their features deepened as they realized the distress in your eyes. Their voices blended together in a chorus of worry. 

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Chan's voice was laced with concern as he moved to comfort you, his arms outstretched.

But you couldn't find the words to explain, couldn't bring yourself to admit the full extent of the danger that loomed over you. Instead, you collapsed into Chan's embrace. And as you clung to Chan, you couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

Feeling the weight of your silence, Chan gently pulled back to look into your eyes, his expression filled with compassion and understanding.

"Talk to me," he urged softly.

With a trembling hand, you retrieved the crumpled note from your pocket, the words burning with accusation.

Wordlessly, you handed the note to Chan, watching as his expression shifted from concern to alarm as he read the words scrawled upon the paper. The color drained from his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to explain, but the words caught in your throat. "I-I found it at the spa," you managed to choke out, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Chan's grip tightened around you, his brows furrowing in concern. "Did you see anyone? Anyone who could have left this?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

You shook your head, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over you. "No, I didn't see anyone," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

Chan's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he processed your words. He glanced at the crumpled note in his hand, then back at you, a look of realization dawning on his face. "You've been on edge the past few days," he said slowly, waving the note. "Is this why?"

You hesitated, the lump in your throat growing larger. "Yes," you admitted softly. "This isn't the first note I've received."

Chan's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of anger and hurt crossing his features. "What?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why didn't you tell me? How long has this been going on?"

You felt guilty as you tried to steady your breathing. "It's been a few days," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've gotten two other letters. I thought it was just a prank at first, but then it kept happening. I didn't want to worry you."

Chan's face contorted, his hands shaking slightly as he held the note. "Why didn't you come to me? We could have dealt with this together."

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it on my own, but it's gotten worse."

Chan's voice softened, but there was still a sharp edge of hurt in it. "Do you not trust me?" he asked, his eyes trying to search for yours. "Do you think I wouldn't care, or that I couldn't help you?"

Felix, sensing the rising tension, stood up and quietly excused himself. "I'm just going to... give you two some space," he said, slipping into another room and leaving you and Chan alone to talk.

Chan's anger was palpable, but beneath it was a deep well of concern and fear for your safety. "I could have helped you," he continued, his voice softer but still tinged with frustration. "I could have done something to protect you. Why did you think you had to handle this on your own?"

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice. "Of course I trust you, Chan," you said, your voice trembling. "I just didn't want to drag you into this mess. I was scared."

Chan sighed, his anger melting into a look of pained concern. He reached out and gently cupped your face, lifting your gaze to meet his. "You're never a burden to me," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. "I want to be there for you, to help you through this. But you have to let me in. "

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I just... I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want to help you."

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Chan pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering determination. "You don't have to find out," he said firmly.

Chan took a deep breath, then asked, "Can you show me the other letters? We need to gather everything for the police." You nodded, standing up and heading to your room where you had hidden the other letters.

As you made your way down the hallway, the sound of laughter and animated chatter spilled out from the game room where the other boys were engrossed in a game of Among Us. Their voices, loud as ever, filled the air with energy. You caught snippets of their conversation as you passed by, one of them exclaiming, "I swear it's not me this time!"

Your heart pounded as you approached the drawer where you had kept them. Sliding it open, your eyes widened in shock.

 The letters were gone.

As you frantically searched for the missing letters, confusion and disbelief washed hit you. How could they have vanished into thin air? Had you imagined receiving them in the first place? Doubt crept into your mind, gnawing at your sanity as you questioned the validity of your own experiences.

Frustration mounted as you retraced your steps, scouring every corner of your home in a desperate attempt to find any trace of the letters. But no matter how hard you looked, they remained out of reach.

With each passing moment, your anxiety grew, your mind consumed by the uncertainty of what was real and what was merely a figment of your imagination. Had you truly received those messages, or was it all just a trick of your mind?

"Chan," you called out, your voice trembling with a new wave of fear.

"They're gone."

Chan hurried to your side, looking into the empty drawer with a mixture of confusion and alarm. "Are you sure this is where you put them?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

You nodded frantically. "Yes, I was sure I put them right here. They were here this morning."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, his expression tense. "This means someone has been in here. They knew exactly where to look."

The realization sent a chill down your spine. "But how? Who could have done this?"

Chan's jaw tightened. "We need to call the police right now. Whoever did this might still be nearby."

A thought struck you, and you turned to Chan with wide eyes. "What time did the boys get here? I was out at the spa for a while."

Chan's brow furrowed as he thought back. "I got here around an hour ago, but some of the boys were already here when I arrived. That's not uncommon, though. They're here all the time."

Your mind raced. "Who exactly was here when you arrived?"

"Changbin and Han" Chan replied. "They were already in the house."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Did they say anything about when they got here?"

Chan shook his head. "No, but I didn't think to ask. It seemed normal since we're always in and out of each other's places."

Your mind raced as you processed Chan's words. Changbin and Han being in the house raised a slew of unsettling possibilities. "Did they seem... off to you at all?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's brow furrowed in thought. "No, they were acting pretty normal," he replied.

A knot formed in your stomach as you considered the implications. "Do you think they could be involved somehow?" you asked, the fear evident in your voice.

Chan hesitated, his expression troubled. "I don't know," he admitted.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to piece together the puzzle. "We need to tell the police everything," you said, your voice resolute. "Every detail could be important."

Chan nodded in agreement. "Do you have any other evidence that we can give to the police?" he asked, his tone serious.

Your mind raced as you tried to think of anything else that could help. And then it hit you. "The gift basket," you said, your voice rising with urgency.

Chan's eyes widened in realization. "Of course," he said, his voice firm. "Let's find it."

Together, you hurried to the spot where the gift basket had been placed earlier. 

You and Chan began sifting through the mess, carefully examining each item for any clues or signs of tampering. It didn't take long before Chan's hand paused, his fingers brushing against something hard inside of the teddy bear.

With a deft motion, Chan revealed what lay hidden inside—a small, sleek device, its surface gleaming ominously in the dim light. Your breath caught in your throat as you recognized it for what it was—

an audio recording device.

"They've been listening to us," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing in anger. "We need to call the police," he said firmly. "This just went from bad to worse."

You nodded in silent agreement, your mind reeling with the implications of the discovery. The invasion of privacy, the violation—it was all too much to bear.

A few minutes later, the peaceful night night was shattered by the sudden appearance of red and blue lights flashing outside of your house.

"Hey, what's going on?" Changbin asked, appearing from the hallway. "Why is there a police car outside?"

You exchanged a glance with Chan. "There's been an issue," you explained carefully, choosing your words with caution. "It's gotten bad and we found a hidden recording device in the gift basket."

Changbin's eyes widened in shock, his concern deepening. "Are you serious? That's messed up," he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

As more of the boys began to gather in the living room, their expressions mirrored a mixture of confusion and concern at the sight of the police car outside.

As Detective Ji-Hoon Park arrived at the scene, you and Chan briefed him on the unsettling events that had unfolded—the mysterious notes, the intrusion into your house, and the discovery of the hidden recording device.

Detective Park listened attentively, his expression inscrutable as he absorbed the details of your story. After taking notes and asking a few clarifying questions, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he said, his voice measured. "I'll need to gather some evidence and speak with any witnesses to piece together what happened."

You and Chan exchanged a glance, a shared sense of relief. With Detective Park leading the investigation, you felt a bit of hope that the truth would soon come to light.

Detective Park conducted his interviews with each individual separately, a methodical approach aimed at uncovering the truth behind the unsettling events.

As Detective Park began questioning Hyunjin, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Hyunjin's usually confident demeanor faltered under the detective's scrutiny, his gaze shifting uncomfortably as he struggled to provide coherent answers. Detective Park's probing questions seemed to hit a nerve, prompting Hyunjin to stammer and hesitate, his responses growing increasingly evasive. Despite his attempts to maintain composure, a sense of unease emanated from him, casting doubt upon his every word. As the interrogation continued, the weight of suspicion seemed to loom heavier upon Hyunjin, leaving the others in the room on edge as they watched the unfolding exchange.

After, Detective Park pulled you aside, his expression serious as he spoke privately to you. "I need to be honest with you," he began, his voice low and confidential. "At this point in the investigation, everyone is a suspect."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Everyone?" you echoed, the weight of the suspicion heavy upon your shoulders.

Detective Park nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Until we have concrete evidence pointing to a specific individual, we have to consider all possibilities," he explained. "I know it's unsettling, but it's important to remain vigilant."

You nodded, swallowing hard as you absorbed his words. The thought that someone close to you could be responsible for the threats and intrusions sent a chill down your spine.

"I want you to be cautious," Detective Park continued, his tone firm. "Avoid having people over unless absolutely necessary, and make sure everything is securely locked at all times. If anything else pops up—no matter how small or insignificant it may seem—call me personally."

You nodded again. "Thank you, Detective," you said

With a nod of acknowledgment, Detective Park gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before returning his attention to the ongoing investigation. 

In the end, you were left with more questions than answers, the disappearance of the letters shrouded in mystery and uncertainty. And as you grappled with the unsettling implications of their absence, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching you, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike again.

As you considered the list of potential suspects, each name weighed heavily on your mind. Your bodyguard, your assistant, Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin,  Jeongin and Chan—all of them had been in the house since the letters had arrived. Each one could potentially be the culprit behind the mysterious disappearance.

The thought of suspecting those closest to you filled you with a sense of unease and betrayal. These were people you trusted, people you considered friends and confidants. The idea that one of them could be behind such sinister actions was almost too much to bear.

But you couldn't afford to let your guard down. Whoever was responsible for the letters was playing a dangerous game, and you needed to stay vigilant if you were going to uncover the truth. Yet, at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to voice your suspicions to your friends—not when the evidence was circumstantial at best.

With a heavy heart, you resolved to keep a closer eye on those around you, searching for any signs of deception or malice. Until then, you would remain vigilant, determined to uncover the identity of the mysterious stalker lurking in the shadows.

As Detective Park concluded his questioning and prepared to leave, a sense of unease lingered in the air. You watched in silence as he gathered his notes and bid farewell to the others.

Feeling drained and on edge, the boys exchanged uneasy glances, the events of the evening weighing heavily on their minds. It was clear that no one felt comfortable staying any longer.

With reluctant farewells and promises to stay in touch, the boys made their way home, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the chilling realization that the nightmare was far from over.

But as you began to say your goodbyes, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

Seungmin and Minho were never here.

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This something i thought about just now what about MC taking M6 on a suprise date to relieve them of their pressure that their duties bring them and vice versa

The Arcana HCs: Surprise Getaways with the M6

~ I also had an older anon request for date nights with the M6, so here we go! Enjoy all of my escapist headcanoning - brainrot ~

Julian

How you whisk him away:

Julian gets the most stressed from his medical practice when he's had an unusually high number of patients and a lower success rate of treating them

Which is why the best thing is to take him out of the city, where there's nobody to take on their burdens for

He especially loves getaways to mineral or hot springs - they take him back to Nevivon and generally feel like the opposite of a clinic

Book a long weekend for the two of you and "kidnap" him from the clinic without telling him where you're going. He'll love it

How he whisks you away:

He'll take you out on a gondola for the evening. All his time on ships makes him a decent sailor

And nothing feels more romantic to him than serenading you with his vielle by moonlight

He'll pack a bottle of wine for the two of you as well

Sometimes he forgets that he has to steer the two of you back and has a little much

No harm done, between his half effective rowing and your half effective magic you're usually able to make it back to shore in one piece

Asra

How you whisk them away:

Of everyone you know, he is the chillest person you'll ever meet. He only gets stressed when there's a really big issue to face

Like the world ending ... or someone dying ...

If you see them stressed it's most likely about something that everyone else is stressed about too, including you

Which is why you wait until after it's taken care of to spend several days at a natural sacred site

An introvert at heart, he'll quickly recharge in his element with you by his side and a dearth of ancient magic to play with

How they whisk you away:

He'll take you to his sanctuary for up to a week, or as long as you give him

Will hold you snuggle hostage for at least twelve of every twenty four hours

If there's a festival or gathering happening in the nearby village, they'll go with you and dance with you through the night

Multiple nights on the flat roof, stargazing in the cool air, snuggled up and talking quietly about life and the future

Your sleep schedule is always out of whack by the time you return from all the late nights and mornings

Nadia

How you whisk her away:

She has very good reason to get stressed. She's a Countess who does her job properly. Stress is in the job description

Which is why you have to time it carefully. As much as you want to drag her away, the project bothering her so much could be very important

On the other hand, as someone who loves her very very much, you want to avoid the stress migraines that plague her

So you'll confer with her advisors to give her several days off and take her into the Arcana's realms

Most of the Arcana themselves are quite fond of her, so she's welcome nearly everywhere

And it's a place where she can roam and grow as herself, not a Countess or Princess

How she whisks you away

She understands self-care like nobody's business. She's stealing you away to her seaside palace for a week

Fresh food. Massages. Sun bathing. Playing in the sand and waves. Spa treatments. Evenings on the balcony, listening to the waves crash and tasting salt on the lips

You always come back with a sun kissed glow, every muscle in your body relaxed

Muriel

How you whisk him away:

Being a natural worrier, he exists with low levels of stress almost constantly

Which is why his hut is one of the most stress free environments you've ever been in

His hut stops being stress free when you've had a large influx of visitors

Ever since half of Vesuvia used his front yard as a campground, it's been a common occurrence for someone to drop by with a snack to say hello

Which is why you'll take a nice, long trip to Khamgalai's old cottage together

It surprised you at first how happy he is in such a somber place, but for him it's the least lonely place to be introspective

No outside pressures, nothing telling him to hurry up, just a field of forget me nots and carved family history with his love nearby

How he whisks you away:

He'll taking you camping in the Ancient Forest. It's full of peace and life and it really lets your inner magician blossom

It's also where the two of you did a lot of bonding. He likes being able to slow down and walk through your shared memories together to remind you that he's got your back

He doesn't like the mini heart attack you give him when you wake him up with your best "impatient Morga" impression

Portia

How you whisk her away:

Can we say workaholic? She moves nonstop, all day long, engaging people face to face with terrifying optimism

While it certainly makes her more prone to burnout, it doesn't make her stressed the way feeling helpless does

Which usually happens when her negotiations don't go the way she hopes

You'll take her to the nearest festival and schedule the day after off as well for the recovery

Being surrounded by happy people, with no responsibility for maintaining that happiness, is her cue to let loose

She parties hard. She'll visit every single stall, take a shot at every single game, try a bite of every type of food, and dance until her legs fail her

How she whisks you away:

Nobody knows how to give someone the royal treatment like she does - it was literally her job for three years

She'll organize a staycation for you, either in her cottage or on the outskirts of wherever you're visiting for diplomacy

Breakfast in bed. Footrubs. Long walks through nature. Reading side by side in the evenings. Hair care day. The kind of baking projects that take four hours

Lucio

How you whisk him away:

He's put a lot of work into becoming a better man, but he's got a long way to go and he knows it

He's not naturally prone to stress, which is why he's so bad at handling it when he has it

He also knows that you love him unconditionally, but that doesn't stop the fear of you running out of patience. So he'll stress himself to pieces trying to do every single thing right, all the time

It makes him a little antsy at first, because how is he supposed to prove himself if there's nothing to do?

So you'll find a decently priced B&B near a sleepy town, and take a few slow days

There's nothing to do now except give him the love and attention he craves

He'll be able to settle into the rhythm pretty quickly, but beware, once your couple days of rest are up he'll be bursting with energy

How he whisks you away:

He's still learning to think outside the box, so he'll take a page from your book and do the same for you. Small town, nice B&B

The difference is that he still has his energy, so you often wake up from an afternoon nap in time to hear all about the trouble he got up to while you were asleep