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planetpedri · 2 days ago
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Lando Norris Bf!Headcanons !
‘ obessed with your mind / waste all my time / all for you.’
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Bf!Lando who, cannot seem to take anything serious (unless it’s absolutely necessary.) He is all giggles and smiles. He jokes all the time, but it’s mostly just so he can see a smile on your face. He will—and does, do everything to see your smile crack and the creases your eyes make.
Bf!Lando who, loves affection. It is most certainly his love language. He loves to cuddle and seeks out your hand in any setting. Flesh on flesh contact is what grounds him when he’s anxious. It’s very, very rare that he would ever pull away from you if you initiate contact. In fact, it makes his heart soar if you do something as simple as nudge his shoulder when walking. He longs for anything you are willing to give.
Bf!Lando who, teases you constantly. He has a string of nicknames for you that grows with every passing day. They aren’t mean, just small seemingly stupid things you do that he finds great amusement in.
“Can you hand me the extra blanket you fuzz-hog?” He’d quip after one night when you accidentally stole the blanket during the night. You’d turn to him with a glare, “fuzz what?” But, he’d shrug it off, motioning to the blanket with a teasing grin.
Bf!Lando who, nearly drops to his knees whenever you wear McLaren merch or, well, anything of his for that matter. His tee shirt you stole? He’s staring at you with a loose jaw. His beanie you also stole? He’s fixing it on your head before looking down at you with an adoring smile. His McLaren jacket? It’s yours. Forever. He’ll get a new one so you can match.
Bf!Lando who, definitely gets jealous. Not for insecurity, but because he knows you are beautiful. He knows other guys look at you. He doesn’t like it—but it also makes him feel a sense of pride. If he sees a man looking at you, he’ll smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
Bf!Lando who, understands when you need silence. He is an obnoxious person, loud and bubbly, but he knows when it’s okay and when it is not. If you had a bad day, he is silent beside you, rubbing your shoulders to relieve some stress—any way you need help, he is ready to provide.
Bf!Lando who, finds it hard to open up at first, but eventually is surprisingly very emotionally available. He goes to therapy, and if he feels there is something you need to know—for example; he was struggling mentally, he will tell you. He knows the effects it has on relationships when someone gets too far into their own head. So, he will encourage openness and vulnerability. Because losing you is more terrifying than being vulnerable.
Bf!Lando who, said the first ‘I love you’. He said it on accident, trying to cover it up by making a joke after—but when your eyebrows raised and a bright smile overtook your lips, he stopped the jokes. He went serious, his cheeks flushed.
“I meant it, y’know. I do love you.”
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ivyues · 14 hours ago
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Dreaming of Peaches - Bang Chan
Bang Chan has a dream of little curls and your eyes.
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It had been a strange day. Chris had been acting a bit off, nothing too alarming, but enough for you to notice. He was quieter than usual, his touches lingering just a bit longer, as though he was lost in thought every time he looked at you. It wasn’t unusual for him to have moments of introspection, but today felt... different.
Later that evening, as you were settled in your bed, you felt his arms snake around your waist from behind. He pulled you close, his chin resting on your shoulder. His hand, warm and steady, came to rest on your stomach. It was comforting, and yet, there was a nervous energy about him.
“Chris,” you murmured, placing your hand over his. “Are you okay? You’ve been... distant today.”
There was a pause. You felt him shift slightly, his hand retreating as if it had been caught somewhere it wasn’t meant to be. That small movement made you turn around to face him. His eyes flicked away, uncharacteristically avoiding yours. That alone was enough to make you tilt your head in confusion.
“Hey,” you said softly, taking his hand in yours. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything if you want.”
His lips parted, but no words came out at first. He looked almost embarrassed, his ears tinged pink, and he ran a hand through his hair before meeting your gaze. “I... I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... kind of silly, really.”
Your reassuring look must have encouraged him, because he sighed and began to ramble. “I had this dream last night. You were pregnant... and we had a little girl. She was running around, and she had my stupid curly hair and your eyes. And – I don’t know – it felt so real. When I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or like I’m... pushing something on you, or that—”
“Chris,” you interrupted gently, squeezing his hand. He stopped mid-sentence, looking at you with wide, almost vulnerable eyes. “I don’t know what the future holds for us,” you admitted, your voice steady. “But if it’s with you, I’m not scared.”
There was a beat of silence before a smile broke across his face, soft and boyish. “She had your eyes,” he repeated, a hint of awe in his voice. “And the curliest little head of hair, just like mine. And—” He chuckled, his voice warming with amusement. “you had this little baby bump. Like, the cutest little bump I’ve ever seen.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the tension dissolve into something tender and warm. “The bump, huh? That’s what stood out to you?”
Chris’ ears turned a shade pinker as he grinned sheepishly. “I mean, yeah. You were glowing, and you kept resting your hands on it like it was the most precious thing in the world. I guess it just stuck with me.”
You looked at him thoughtfully, gently brushing a strand of his hair away. “Dreams can be silly, but can also hold wants of the heart. If ours don’t align, we should always be honest with each other. No matter what.”
Chris’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “You’re right. And hey, don’t worry, I’ve already got seven kids to take care of,” he said with a mischievous grin.
You laughed then raised an eyebrow, a thought hitting you. “By the way… what did we name the child?”
Chris paused for a moment, then let out a dramatic sigh. “I think we called her … Peaches,” he said, grinning like he had just solved the biggest mystery of the century.
You blinked at him, unable to hold back your laughter. “Peaches? Really?”
“Hey, it was your idea,” he teased, winking.
You gasped, still laughing, and held up your hands in protest. "Nonono, we are not naming our kid something like that," you said, eyes wide with disbelief.
Chris chuckled, the mischievous glint in his eyes never fading as you protested. But before you could argue further, he leaned in, silencing you with a gentle kiss. His lips were soft, a mix of affection and amusement, and the warmth of his touch sent a ripple of calm through you.
Shaking his head he mouthed the words "our kid" – almost as if he was testing the idea out in his own mind, as if it was too surreal for him to say aloud.
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cupidhoons · 2 days ago
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( 엔하이픈 ) ─── PRESENTS ⟡ how boyfriend! enhypen would react to you saying that you're their present
enhypen x separate! reader
fluff ⋅ 6OO
n. merry christmas eve to you all 😼
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HEESEUNG would definitely be amused. He would look at you with confusion when you suddenly appear in the living room in front of him with wrapping paper around your body, and then would just laugh at how silly you look—but he'd be so sweet about it.
“You’re saying you’re the best present? Not going to argue with that,” he says, pulling you into a warm hug. “But does this mean I can keep unwrapping you forever?”
JAY would be extremely cocky. So cocky, in fact he even claims that he “doesn't need” the rest of the gifts he received from everyone else, just you. He definitely teases you afterwards too, calling you “my gift” for the rest of the day.
“Oh, so you’re my big present, huh?” he says teasingly, raising an eyebrow. He leans in, wispering to you in a hushed voice, “could my gift give me a kiss by any chance?”
JAKE would burst out into giggles. His eyes would twinkle in amusement and adoration for you when you enter the room. But, as much as he giggles, he would be so touched and would want to spend time with you the rest of the day at home.
“Aww, that’s so cheesy, but I love it,” he says. He pulls you into a long, tight, hug as he showers you with kisses, saying “Best. Gift. Ever,” between them.
SUNGHOON would try so hard to be nonchalant, only giving you a small smirk and making teasing remarks about the way you wrapped yourself in gift paper. Though, as much as he teases, he secretly enjoys it, and you would catch him cheesing over you from afar.
“Is that so? Lucky me.” he says with a smirk, acting as though his ears weren't turning pink. But, eventually, he'd pull you close and mutter, “I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”
SUNOO would act dramatic when you reveal the big surprise. He'd gasp and put a hand over his mouth while you stood in front of him. You would see the way his eyes sparkle as he pretends to inspect you like an actual gift.
“You’re my present?! I must be the luckiest person alive!” he says with a playful sparkle in his eyes. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek. “You really are the best present I could ask for.”
JUNGWON would simply let out a small laugh. He would laugh, but his eyes would twinkle with full love and affection when you enter the room. His dimples would come out and he would be smiling so hard to the point where it hurts. He feels like he fell in love one hundred times harder than before.
“You really know how to make me smile,” he says, shaking his head in amusement. He gently takes your hands and says, “If you’re my present, then I’ll take care of you like the most important thing I have.”
RIKI would act cool about it, like he doesn't even care. His cool demeanor would be so annoying to the point where you just wanna smack that dumb look off his face when you see it. Though, the whole demeanor doesn't last very long, as he eventually caves in and confesses that you're the best present he got.
“Oh, so you’re my present? That’s kind of bold of you,” he says teasingly. He looks at you for a good 10 seconds before breaking in to a grin, giggling to himself how cute you are. “Okay, fine. Best present ever. Can I open this gift now?”
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winwintea · 1 day ago
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mutual affection
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PAIRING ↬ physics student!park jisung x fem!reader
TAGS ↬ FLUFF!!! the cheese is so cheesing here, way too many physics puns, you might cringe but here it is, i love park jisung, love love love him
SUMMARY ↬ sometimes, love isn’t theoretical—it’s proven, one note at a time.
WORD COUNT ↬ 2.6k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ wow i’m a nerd. MEERRY CHRISTMAS @polarisjisung THIS ONE IS FOR YOU MY LOVE <33
PLAYLIST ↬ rhinestone eyes - gorillaz; swan - miyeon; song 2 - blur; missing you - ftisland;
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JISUNG TAPPED HIS PEN AGAINST HIS NOTEBOOK RHYTHMICALLY,
pretending to take notes as the professor droned on about Schrödinger's Equation. It wasn’t that he disliked quantum mechanics—he loved it—but today, the equations felt heavier than usual. His eyes wandered to the person sitting next to him—you.
You were furiously scribbling in your notebook, not writing notes but...drawing? Jisung squinted. Was that a...cat? No, two cats. One inside a box labeled "alive" and the other "dead." He felt a grin tugging at his lips before he could stop himself.
A faint chuckle escaped, and he ducked his head, mortified, as you glanced his way. He was sure he’d blown his cover—who laughs during a physics lecture? But instead of being annoyed, your lips began to form a small smirk.
“Like what you see?” you whispered, sliding your notebook slightly closer to him.
Jisung blinked. Was this a test? A joke? Chenle said he always had trouble talking to women. Something about playing too much League and not touching grass. But it wasn’t his fault! And Chenle was wrong. He did touch grass. He hesitated but gave you an awkward nod, his brain scrambling for something to say. “It’s, uh... creative. Schrödinger would be impressed.”
You snorted softly, flipping the notebook his way completely. Beneath the doodle, you wrote:
"Your turn."
Jisung froze. Your turn? What was he supposed to draw? He glanced back at you, but you were already watching the professor again, feigning disinterest, though the corner of your mouth continued to twitch with amusement.
Heart pounding, Jisung picked up his pen. Drawing wasn’t exactly his forte, but he couldn’t just pass up the challenge. He quickly sketched a stick figure version of himself, complete with messy hair and oversized glasses, holding a comically oversized Geiger counter pointed at the box.
Next to the drawing, he added:
“Should I open it or...?”
He slid the notebook back your way, staring straight ahead, willing himself not to blush. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you lean over to inspect his work. There was a brief pause, and then—you laughed. Not just a quiet chuckle but an actual laugh, soft and melodic.
“That’s not bad,” you whispered, your tone teasing. “Stick figures are an underrated art form.”
Jisung risked a glance your way, only to find you grinning at him, eyes bright with amusement. For the first time, he smiled back without overthinking it.
As the lecture continued, neither of you paid much attention to the professor. Instead, your notebook became the canvas for the beginning of a tradition—tiny doodles, puns, and inside jokes that somehow made quantum mechanics infinitely more interesting.
Jisung couldn’t explain it, but as he scribbled out a little equation to accompany his next doodle, he felt a strange, unfamiliar excitement bubbling in his chest. For the first time, class didn’t feel so dull anymore.
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It started with Schrödinger’s cat, but it didn’t stop there. For the next lecture, Jisung was prepared. He had a small stack of sticky notes tucked into his notebook, ready for whatever you might throw at him.
You were already scribbling something when he slid into his seat. The professor began discussing wave-particle duality, but Jisung’s focus was on the tiny folded note you flicked onto his desk.
He cautiously unfolded it. Written in neat handwriting was:
“Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you’re Cu-Te.”
Jisung nearly choked on air, covering his mouth to stifle a laugh. He could feel the tips of his ears heating up as he turned to look at you. You were staring straight ahead, pen twirling between your fingers, but your smirk gave you away.
He scribbled back quickly:
“Are you a black hole? Because you’ve got some serious pull.”
You took the note, bit your lip to keep from laughing, and scribbled something before passing it back.
“Careful, Park. You might reach escape velocity at this rate.”
For the rest of the lecture, neither of you could keep straight faces. Jisung felt lighter than he had in weeks.
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Two lectures later, during a painfully long discussion on thermodynamic entropy, Jisung felt like his brain was melting. Next to him, you seemed to be having the same struggle.
He noticed you sketching again, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. A few minutes later, you nudged his elbow and slid a folded scrap paper toward him.
He opened it to find an absolutely ridiculous cartoon: a dramatic black hole with wild hair and glasses that looked suspiciously like the professor’s. Around it, little stick figures were being sucked into the gravitational pull, textbooks flying everywhere.
At the bottom, you’d scrawled:
“Entropy? More like ENTRAP-Y.”
Jisung clamped a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he tried (and failed) to contain his laughter. The professor paused, eyes squinting at the two of you, and Jisung froze in shock.
When the professor turned back to the whiteboard, Jisung quickly scribbled a response:
“I think I just lost three brain cells to this singularity.”
You snorted quietly, and for the rest of the class, both of you avoided eye contact to prevent another laughing fit.
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It wasn’t always jokes. At some point, the notes started to change.
One afternoon, after a particularly rough group presentation where Jisung stumbled over his words more than once, he slumped into his usual seat next to you, clutching his notebook like a shield.
You didn’t say anything at first, just slid a folded piece of paper onto his desk.
“You did great today. Public speaking is the worst, but you made your point, and honestly, half the class was lost after the second slide anyway.”
Jisung stared at the note for a long moment before writing back.
“Thanks. I always feel like I’m messing up. Group projects make it ten times worse because I’m scared I’ll let everyone down.”
You read it, your expression softening before you wrote back:
“I get that. But hey, if we ever have to do a project together, I’ll handle the talking, and you can handle the math. Deal?”
Jisung’s chest felt warm in a way he couldn’t quite describe.
“Deal.”
It was late in the semester, the kind of day where the sunlight streamed through the classroom windows just right, making everything feel a little softer. The professor was lecturing about particle accelerators, and Jisung was genuinely trying to focus—until he noticed you scribbling on a slip of paper.
You passed it to him without looking up.
“If you could work anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
Jisung hesitated. No one had ever asked him that before—not seriously, anyway.
“NASA, probably. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had this strange obsession with space. It feels like there’s so much to discover, you know?”
You grinned when you read his response.
“That’s so cool. I’d want to be there too. Maybe one day we’ll run into each other in the cafeteria, arguing about quarks over sandwiches.”
Jisung smiled, his heart doing this weird fluttery thing that he couldn’t quite explain.
“I’d argue that up quarks are superior, but I’d let you win. Probably.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, scribbled something back, and slid the note over.
“You’d let me win? Park Jisung, are you challenging me to a quark debate?”
For the rest of class, Jisung couldn’t stop smiling.
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Each note became a little window into your world and a bridge into his. It wasn’t just the jokes or the sketches—it was the little truths tucked between the lines. And every time he unfolded a piece of paper from you, Jisung felt a little less like an awkward physics student and a little more like…someone special.
Jisung’s head was spinning as he shoved his notebook into his backpack. The lecture had just ended, and while most of the class was still debating the finer points of entropy, his focus was on the small scrap of paper tucked between the pages of his notes.
It wasn’t supposed to leave his bag. It was just…a silly thought he’d scribbled down late at night when he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
But as he hurried to pack up, the folded note slipped loose and landed on your desk.
He didn’t notice until he was halfway out the door.
You were still sitting, absently flipping through your notes, when your gaze fell on the scrap of paper. You picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising at the messy handwriting:
“I think the Doppler effect explains why my heart races whenever you’re near.”
You froze. The edges of the paper trembled in your fingers as the words sank in, and your cheeks warmed instantly.
“Jisung?” you called out instinctively, but he was already gone, lost in the crowd of students exiting the lecture hall.
Heart pounding, you hesitated for a moment before grabbing your pen. On the back of the note, you wrote carefully:
“Newton’s Third Law says every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I feel the same way.”
The next lecture couldn’t come fast enough.
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Jisung didn’t sleep much the night before class. The realization that he’d left that note behind had haunted him. Maybe you’d thrown it away. Maybe you’d laughed at it.
But when he walked into the lecture hall the next day, you were already there. Sitting in your usual seat, you looked up as he approached, and your smile was soft—almost shy.
“Hey,” you said, sliding a small folded note across the desk.
Jisung swallowed nervously, hands trembling slightly as he opened it.
Newton’s Third Law. Equal and opposite reaction.
His eyes scanned the words once, twice, before he finally dared to meet your gaze. You were biting your lip, your eyes bright with anticipation.
Jisung’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “You—You feel the same?”
You nodded. “It’s simple physics, Park. Cause and effect.”
He let out a breathless laugh, hand coming up to cover his face as his shoulders shook slightly. “I can’t believe you’re using physics laws to confess to me right now.”
“Technically, you started it,” you said with a grin.
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It was the end of a particularly brutal thermodynamics lecture. Jisung’s brain was fried, and judging by your furrowed brow, you weren’t faring much better.
The professor dismissed the class, and everyone packed up sluggishly. Jisung hesitated as he glanced at you, still scribbling something in your notes.
“See you later?” you said casually, but Jisung didn’t respond.
Instead, he slid a small, carefully folded piece of paper onto your desk before rushing out the door.
You blinked after him, confused, before carefully unfolding the note.
It was a Feynman diagram.
But instead of particle interactions, Jisung had mapped out…you and him.
At one vertex was a little stick figure of him, labeled “Jisung”, and at another, a tiny doodle of you labeled “(Y/N)”. Between the two were arrows labeled “Shared Jokes”, “Physics Puns”, and “Mutual Nerdiness”, and tiny hearts scattered along the connections.
At the bottom, in small, slightly wobbly handwriting, he’d written:
“I like you.”
Your face felt like it was on fire, but you couldn’t stop the wide smile spreading across your lips.
When you walked out of the lecture hall, Jisung was leaning against the wall, clutching the strap of his backpack like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
“Jisung,” you said softly, holding up the note.
He shifted nervously, avoiding your gaze. “I, um…I thought it might be easier to…you know…diagram it out.”
You laughed—a soft, delighted sound—and pulled out your pen.
Carefully, right at the bottom of his diagram, you added a new arrow connecting your doodle to his.
“Mutual Affection.”
You held it up so he could see, and Jisung’s eyes widened. His lips parted slightly in surprise before breaking into the brightest smile you’d ever seen.
“So…you like me too?” he asked quietly, voice trembling just a little.
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve reached a stable equilibrium,” you said with a grin.
He laughed—a sound full of relief and joy—and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, smiling at each other in the middle of the crowded hallway.
Physics could explain a lot of things, but this? The way Jisung’s heart felt like it was about to escape his chest, the way your eyes would crinkle when you smiled at him—this felt like a force of nature all its own.
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By the time midterms had passed and the days grew shorter, the notes between you and Jisung had shifted. There were still plenty of physics jokes and ridiculous doodles—like the time he drew you both as photons bouncing off a reflective surface—but now there were softer words, too.
Between derivatives and integrals, you’d find little sentences scribbled in his neat handwriting:
“I hope you’re eating enough today.”
“You looked really pretty in the lab yesterday.”
“The universe is expanding, but I think my feelings for you are growing faster.”
In return, you wrote him notes on sticky tabs and slipped them into his textbook:
“Don’t stay up too late studying tonight. Even electrons need rest.”
One afternoon, after a particularly chaotic study session in the library, Jisung passed you a folded note with a tiny sketch of two orbiting electrons, labeled “You” and “Me”, with a little heart in the nucleus.
Underneath, he’d written:
“Stable bond achieved.”
You laughed softly, clutching the note like it was precious cargo.
“Park Jisung, you’re ridiculous,” you whispered.
He grinned, cheeks turning pink. “But you like it, right?”
You leaned over, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I like you.”
Jisung turned bright red and nearly dropped his pen.
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The lecture hall was unnervingly silent during your final exam. The only sounds were the scratch of pencils on paper and the faint ticking of the clock.
You were halfway through a particularly frustrating question on thermodynamic efficiency when your calculator, which you’d been using furiously, clicked slightly as you pressed down on the buttons.
You frowned, turning it over—and noticed a tiny piece of folded paper tucked neatly into the battery compartment.
Your eyes darted up to scan the room. Jisung was a few rows ahead, hunched over his paper, completely engrossed in his work.
Heart racing, you carefully unfolded the note beneath the desk.
It was a small sketch, drawn with the same endearing messiness Jisung always brought to his doodles.
At the top, a hand-drawn banner read: “You’re the best experiment I’ve ever run.”
Below it, a sketch of the two of you: you with your hair tied back, him with his glasses askew and a shy smile. Little stars and hearts floated around the cartoon versions of yourselves, and at the bottom, he’d written:
“Hypothesis: Spending time with you improves my mood exponentially. Conclusion: Hypothesis confirmed.”
You pressed your hand over your mouth to hide your smile, your face heating up as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
Carefully, you scribbled on the back with your pencil:
“Conclusion peer-reviewed and verified. Park Jisung, you’re my favorite discovery.”
When the exam ended, and everyone started filing out, you caught up to him in the hallway.
“Hey, Newton,” you said softly.
Jisung turned, his nervous smile flickering into something brighter when he saw you holding up the note.
“Did you…did you find it?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I did.” You stepped closer, holding the paper gently between your fingers. “You know, I think you might be my best result yet.”
Jisung let out a soft laugh, cheeks flushed pink. “Does that mean we’ve achieved optimal conditions?”
You grinned, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. “Definitely. Stable equilibrium achieved.”
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rafesbabygirlx · 3 days ago
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6 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 🎄 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒚
𝙳𝚊𝚢 4 - 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎 - 𝙳𝚊𝚍!𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚡 𝚆𝚒𝚏𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙾𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢)
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On Christmas Eve, the house feels peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of Christmas lights reflecting off the ornaments hanging from the tree. The scent of pine fills the air, mingling with the faint notes of Christmas carols playing softly downstairs. The living room is quiet, cozy, and intimate, the warmth from the fireplace casting a golden glow over everything. Drew, having just put Aiden and Ayla back to bed after they had woken up to have a bottle each, slipped quietly through the hallway, entering the living room, the faint sound of his footsteps barely heard on the hardwood floors. 
You’re curled up by the tree, a mug of hot cocoa in your hands, gazing at the twinkling lights. Drew’s eyes meet yours, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I thought I’d find you here,” he says, his voice low and teasing, as he steps closer. You smile, glancing up at him with a playful look in your eyes.
“Couldn’t wait to sit by the tree until morning?” he murmurs, his tone laced with both amusement and affection as he stops just in front of you.
You chuckle softly, setting the mug down. “I didn’t want to fall asleep on you,” you reply, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief. “Plus, the tree’s too beautiful not to admire.” You and Drew just had your twins 9 months ago. This was their first Christmas and it felt unreal with the doubled amount of gifts under the tree.
Drew chuckles in return, his hands reaching down to gently pull you to your feet. His touch is warm, and the moment you’re standing, he pulls you close, his breath mingling with yours. “I know something that’s much more beautiful,” he says, voice soft but heavy with meaning.
As he draws you in, his lips meet yours in a kiss that starts slow and tender. The warmth of his body and the heat of the fire crackling nearby make everything feel right. His hands wander to your back, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens, an unspoken connection growing between you. Every small sound feels amplified—the rustling of fabric as you shift closer, the quickened pace of your breath, the faint hum of carols coming from downstairs—all of it merging into the perfect stillness of the moment.
Drew pulls away slightly, his lips grazing your cheek, his voice low as he whispers, “This night… it’s ours.” His hands trail down to your waist, his touch gentle but firm, like he never wants to let go.
You smile, your heart full. “I know,” you reply, your voice soft, “And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
His hands move to your shoulders, slowly brushing your hair back, before he presses another kiss to your lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a promise, and you can feel the connection between you intensify. It’s not just the holiday spirit; it’s the warmth of your shared love, your first Christmas as parents, the quiet understanding that no matter how many Christmases pass, moments like this will always hold something special.
When the kiss breaks, Drew pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze softens, and he smiles—a quiet, genuine smile that makes your heart flutter. “I have something for you,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, neatly wrapped gift.
You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “You didn’t have to,” you say, but the smile on his face says it all.
“I know,” he replies, “But I wanted to.” He presses the small box into your hand.
You unwrap it slowly, and inside is a delicate silver bracelet, simple but elegant. Your heart swells with emotion as you look up at him. “Drew, it’s beautiful,” you whisper.
He smiles, his thumb brushing over your wrist as he gently fastens it on. “I thought it was perfect for you,” he says, his voice quiet but full of affection. “Just like you are to me.”
You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and he pulls you closer again, both of you tangled in the warmth of the moment. The faint sound of Christmas songs continues to play softly from the house's speakers, but it’s the softness of Drew’s rough hands on your skin, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the quiet, unconditional love that fills the room—this is what makes this Christmas Eve so special.
He guides you gently toward the couch, the two of you moving in perfect unison, as though the world outside doesn’t exist. You sink down onto the plush cushions together, the glow of the Christmas lights casting a golden hue over his face. His lips trail softly down your jawline and along your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His hands explore, rough but careful, gliding over the fabric of your sweater as though he’s memorizing every curve.
You slide your hands under his shirt, your fingers skimming the fine hair on his chest. Drew shivers under your touch, his breath hitching against your skin. His gaze meets yours, intense and filled with something deeper than desire—a quiet adoration that makes your chest tighten.
Slowly, you reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, and he lets out a low chuckle as the static makes his mullet stand on end. “Didn’t think Christmas was supposed to be this electrifying,” he teases, his voice warm and husky.
You laugh softly, brushing your fingers through his disheveled hair before leaning in to kiss him again, this time with a fierceness that takes even you by surprise. His hands slide under your sweater, tugging it up inch by inch, the fabric brushing against your skin until it joins his shirt in a forgotten heap on the floor.
Drew pauses for a moment, his hands resting on your bare waist, his eyes roaming over you with a mixture of reverence and hunger. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
You pull him closer, your fingers working at the button of his jeans as his lips find yours once more. The soft crackle of the fire and the gentle hum of the storm outside create a world of intimacy and comfort, as layers of clothing fall away, leaving only the warmth of skin against skin.
Drew’s kisses deepen as the two of you become lost in the heat of the moment, your bodies pressed together. The soft glow of the firelight flickers across his skin, casting shadows that seem to dance in time with your quickening breaths. His hands roam freely now, exploring every inch of your body, pausing to trace gentle patterns along your curves. 
He shifts slightly, guiding you to lie back on the couch, his lips never leaving yours as he moves. His hands grip your hips firmly, his touch strong yet tender. Drew finally breaks the kiss, just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto yours as a mischievous smile spreads across his face. 
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with intent. 
Before you can respond, his kisses trail down your neck, his lips warm and deliberate as they travel lower between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. His hands find the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric. Slowly, almost teasingly, he slides them down your hips, past your thighs, and off completely, letting them drop onto the floor. He catches your gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of hunger and adoration, before he shifts his focus to your legs. 
Gently, he lifts one of your legs, bringing it up toward his shoulder. His lips press soft, lingering kisses along the length of your calf, moving all the way down to your ankle. He repeats the motion on the other leg, taking his time, his lips worshipping every inch of your skin. Each kiss leaves a trail of warmth that ignites a deeper ache within you. 
Finally, Drew lowers himself back down, his kisses retracing their path up your legs, over your thighs, and back to your lips. His weight presses down on you, grounding you as he captures your mouth with his, the heat between you reaching a fever pitch. 
“Drew,” you whisper against his lips, your voice shaky and filled with need. “I need you.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I know, baby,” he says softly, his voice both comforting and wicked. 
Without breaking eye contact, Drew adjusts himself, his hand moving between your bodies as he lines himself up with you. His lips brush against yours again as he slowly pushes into you, filling you completely in one fluid motion. A gasp escapes your lips, and he groans softly, the sound vibrating against your skin.
He pauses for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, letting you both adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then, he hooks one strong arm beneath your neck, cradling your head and holding you close. His other his forearm resting firmly next to your head, keeping your bodies pressed tightly together.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he begins to move, the moves are slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that leaves you breathless. Each thrust is filled with a passion that speaks louder than words, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. 
Drew moves deliberately, each thrust slow and deep, as if he’s savoring every second of being inside you. His breath is warm against your neck, and his lips brush against your skin with every measured movement. The arm cradling your neck holds you close, while the other moves beneath your left arm, holding onto your shoulder, grounding you in his embrace.  
He lifts his head, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. “You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe. “I don’t ever want this to end.”  
His pace doesn’t falter, steady and unhurried, his movements designed to make you feel every inch of him. The heat between you grows with every stroke, and the firelight flickers across his face, highlighting the soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, the intensity of his movements drawing soft moans from your lips. You try to bite them back, the overwhelming sensations almost too much to bear. “Drew,” you whisper, your voice shaky, “please… faster…” 
But he only chuckles, the sound deep and rich. “No baby,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I want to make this last.”  
The slow, torturous pace continues, the pressure in your stomach building with every roll of his hips. Your breathing becomes ragged, your body arching into his as you try to stifle the sounds escaping you. But Drew notices, his lips curving into a wicked smile.  
“Don’t hold back,” he whispers against your ear, his voice like velvet. “I want to hear every sound you make for me.”  
His words are your undoing. The fire in your stomach ignites, spreading like a tidal wave through your body. You cry out his name, your hands gripping his back as you shatter beneath him. The intensity of your release leaves you trembling, your walls tightening around him.  
“God, you’re incredible,” Drew groans, his own pace faltering as your release pushes him over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, his face pressed into your neck as he lets go, his body trembling with the force of his climax.  
For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath. Drew lifts his head, his forehead pressing against yours as he catches his breath. His hand brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft and full of adoration.  
“You’re everything,” he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.  
The world outside is still, the night silent, but here, in the soft glow of the tree and the flickering fire, time feels like it stands still. The small Christmas clock on the fireplace chimes alerting you both it’s officially midnight. “Merry First Christmas, Daddy.” 
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Drew pulls you in for another kiss, slower this time, savoring the connection between you. It’s a perfect Christmas Eve, one filled with simple, heartfelt moments, and it’s a memory you’ll carry with you for many Christmases to come.
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authorhjk1 · 3 hours ago
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Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas
(Yeri X Male Reader)
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"We can't do this here."
"Why not?"
"Because we're in public."
"So? I'm really needy right now. Please? You look so good in this..."
Your wife lets her hands travel down your upper body, while she appreciates your perfectly tailored suit.
"Your little event here ended 10 minutes ago. The girls might already be looking for you. This can wait, until we get home."
"Admit it. You love the way I look right now, don't you?"
"Yeri..."
She wraps her arms around you, pressing herself against you. Her head is at the same hight as your chest as she looks up at you.
"This tight dress... Showing off my shoulders... Hugging my ass... And it's so short, you wouldn't even have to take it off."
"When we're home."
Yeri shakes her head, her knowing smile never leaves her lips.
"I know you want me. You're just playing the good husband right now."
"Even if that's true, what are you gonna do about it?"
One of her hands moves to your crotch as you speak.
"Come on, you must be so turned on right now, watching your wife in this tight dress, right? I bet you'll get even harder when I tell you this:"
Yeri gets on her tiptoes and you instinctively wrap your hands around her waist.
"I have no panties on."
She knows you too well. You were already a lost cause when you first saw her in that dress earlier today. And now, she's doing her best to seduce you. The little resistance you have left is quickly crumbling.
"We have to be at your parent's by seven."
It's the last card you can play.
Yeri takes your hand off her waist and twists your arm. Your watch says 5:30.
"30 minutes are more than enough for you to fuck me."
She kisses your cheek, lingering bear your face a little too long.
"Hard."
You feel Yeri just barely rubbing herself against your crotch. No one around you notices, but it's affective.
Without a word, you grab her wrist and lead her towards the nearest store. You walk past row after row of clothes, looking for the dressing rooms. Just when you see them in the distance, Yeri unexpectedly pins you against the wall. You're surprised by her sudden aggression. Otherwise, she'd never be strong enough to handle you like that.
"I'm just so desperate right now. I can't wait a second longer."
Yeri presses her lips on yours, locking you into a heated kiss. You instinctively place your hands on her ass, enjoying the way it feels under the dress. Yeri's own hands are in your hair, trying to pull you down a little.
When the two of you break away for air, Yeri's eyes sparkle with amusement.
"Six years of sex every day and I'm still addicted to your cock."
She kisses you once more, giving you no time to reply. Then, she teasingly bites your lower lip, making you flinch.
"I want it."
She whispers against your lips.
"Right now."
Her hands run along your body as your wife gets on her knees in the middle of the store.
You're glad there's a wall behind you and you're otherwise surrounded by clothes racks. No one will be able to see Yeri as long as they don't come to close.
Your pants are quickly lying on the floor and Yeri pulls down your underwear as well.
"Why do you always have to wear suits? You look so hot in them."
She talks while taking your cock into her hand.
"Just be quick."
You groan, not wanting to get caught. She's still an idol after all.
Yeri wraps her lips around your tips and then works her way down your length. She struggled with it the first couple times, but after six years together, your wife knows how to give you head.
You lean against the wall behind you as she works your cock, taking most of it into her mouth, while stroking the base with her hand.
Looking around, you see two employees and five customers. None of them seem to be interested in you. Even when Yeri starts to get louder. Some women brag about not having a gag reflex, your wife is the opposite. Hearing her choke on your length makes you rock hard every single time, but it turns her on even more. She loves sucking you off, because you enjoy it so much. The way you groan, the way a hand reaches for the back of her head, the way you sometimes start to thrust into her mouth, the way you say her name... It all makes her happy.
You feel yourself slowly gliding down the wall as your legs become weaker. Yeri knows all the tricks in the book by now, which makes it hard to last long, when she's really going for it.
Her head is bobbing up and down on your cock, coating it with her saliva. Her gags make you look around, whenever her lips reach your base, afraid that someone will hear.
"You're amazing, Yeri."
You sigh as your wife sucks you off in the middle of the store.
Only two minutes later, the two of you reach the dressing rooms. Now it's your turn to pin her against the wall. Letting your pants fall to the floor again, you reach under her dress.
"You feel how wet I am for you, baby? I need it so bad."
Yeri voices her need as your arm pushes up the hem of her dress on accident as you let your fingers wander through her folds, occasionally dipping a finger inside.
Without even having to take the dress off, you wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her lower body a little closer, before pushing your cock into her. Yeri moans out, amazed at how good it feels every single time. You quickly start thrusting into her, not intending to go slow at all.
Yeri soon becomes louder, almost screaming your name. You have to put your hand over her mouth, so the two of you don't get kicked out. As you keep fucking her from behind, you feel how her warm pussy clenches down around your cock. She squeezes you hard, her walls trying to make you cum as quick as possible.
"Your cock is filling me up so good."
You can still hear her, even through your hand.
"Keep nailing me against the wall. Just like that."
You bury your face in Yeri's neck, licking and sucking on her skin. It's her last schedule for the year and your marriage has been confirmed by her company for three years now. You don't care if you bruise her skin or not. Actually, you'd prefer it if you leave a mark.
"Fuck me harder. Punish me for being such a slut for your cock."
You do as she asks, wrapping your arms tightly around her slim frame. Looking down on her, you take in the gorgeous view of her cleavage. Taking her body like you own it, you keep plowing her from behind, probably making the employees outside aware of the two of you.
Your hands soon wander to her tits, quickly pulling the dress and the bra down a little. Having her tits played with makes Yeri's pussy squeeze around you even harder. Her juices are coating your cock by now as you bottom out inside of her with every thrust.
"Do it."
Her moan desperate.
"Choke me."
This is very aggressive, even for Yeri most of the time. But you don't mind at all. One hand wraps around her throat, giving her a light squeeze.
"Yes, ruin me. Ruin your little slut."
You growl into her ear in response, tightening your grip on her throat and on her tits.
Soon, you hear her trying to speak again, but the words come out weak.
"I-I'm gonna-gonna cum."
Your hand moves from her throat to her mouth within a heart beat, but you're still almost too late.
Yeri shakes, her body quivering, her legs almost giving out. She screams your name into your hand as her pussy contracts around you. But you don't stop fucking her. You keep pounding her through there orgasm, until Yeri starts talking again.
"Fill me up, baby. Cum in me. Please."
She can tell you're close as well.
You press your wife against the changing room's wall as you dump your cum as deep inside of her as possible. Another tiny orgasm rushes through Yeri as her body welcomes your familiar load.
"Wow."
She says as you lie your head on her shoulder.
"We should go out more often."
You catch her smiling into the wall and you kiss her slightly read cheeks, while the two of you catch your breaths.
Leaning over the bed, you carefully close the book you were reading from.
"Good night, princess."
You whisper, before kissing your sleeping daughter's forehead. You carefully leave the room, turning off the lights in the process. The three year old girl was so happy to be sleeping at her grandparent's place, that it was hard for you to get her to sleep.
Now you're entering the living room, after passing Yeri's parent's bedroom. You see her sitting on the sofa in one of your pullovers, hugging a cup of hot chocolate.
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You sit down next to her and lie an arm around her. For a moment, it looks like she's lost in her own thoughts. But when she feels you next to her, Yeri smiles at you.
"Thank you for putting her to sleep. I have to show you something."
Her eyes sparkle with happiness as she reaches next to herself on the sofa.
"I took this while you were reading her the bedtime story."
Yeri is holding up a pregnancy test.
"I'm pregnant again."
You capture your wife's lips with yours, a million butterflies exploding in your stomach.
"I love you so much."
You whisper into her mouth, not able to break away from the kiss. Yeri puts down the cup and the test without looking and slings her arms around you. You lean in further, eventually making the two of you fall on the sofa with you on top.
Yeri instinctively reaches down, tugging at your pants. The fact that she is carrying another one of your children makes her long for your warmth even more.
A couple of moments later, you still lie on top of her, thrusting inti your wife with shallow and soft strokes. This isn't the crazy sex scene the two of you had a couple of hours ago. That was pure lust. This is love. The love you have for your wife. The love your wife has for you.
"Merry Christmas, I guess."
You whisper into her ear as you make her gasp in pleasure.
"Marry Christmas, baby."
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Merry Christmas, everyone!
By now, this will probably come out a little late, but I hope you guys can still enjoy it. Just a short Christmas present from me to you, guys.
Stay healthy!
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last-dropsevi · 1 day ago
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Domestic life// ♡*✲゚*。 Sevika
Sorta suggestive chubby reader, fluff, established relationship, biting.
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The dim light of Piltover’s underbelly seeped through the grimy windows of Sevika’s hideout. The place wasn’t much—a battered couch, a small table littered with cards and whiskey glasses, and the faint hum of the city’s chaos outside. But here, tucked against Sevika’s broad frame, the world felt distant and irrelevant.
You rested your head against her chest, the warmth of her body a sanctuary against the cold, rough texture of her metal arm. Sevika had peeled off her heavy coat hours ago, leaving her in her sleeveless shirt, the scars and contours of her muscles on full display, making your heart flutter. Her flesh hand traced absentminded patterns along your side, her touch a quiet affirmation of her presence.
“You’re heavy,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, though devoid of malice.
You scoffed, lifting your head slightly to glare at her, but the movement was cut short by her arm tightening around you. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned with a smirk, her dark eyes glittering. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
A reluctant smile tugged at your lips as you let yourself sink back into her embrace. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you shot back, earning a deep chuckle that reverberated through her chest.
The silence that followed was punctuated only by the distant hum of the city and the creak of the couch beneath you. Sevika’s hand drifted lower, her calloused fingers brushing against the plush curve of your thigh. You thought nothing of it until you felt the faintest graze of her teeth against your skin.
“Sevika!” you exclaimed, jolting slightly.
Her grin widened as she glanced down at you, her expression a mix of mischief and amusement. “What?” she asked innocently. “They’re right there, and they’re irresistible.”
Before you could protest, she leaned down, pressing a soft nip to your thigh. The sensation sent a jolt through you, a blend of surprise and warmth. Her lips followed the nip with a kiss, her actions deliberate yet tender.
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice lacked conviction.
“Impossible?” she echoed, her tone low and teasing. Her fingers gripped your thigh gently, her lips brushing over the same spot. “I think you mean irresistible.”
Your cheeks burned as you buried your face against her shoulder, your indignation melting under the weight of her affection. Her playful nips and kisses continued, each one accompanied by a soft hum of satisfaction as though she couldn’t get enough of you.
Eventually, she relented, resting her chin on your thigh as she looked up at you with that lazy, self-satisfied smirk of hers. “Alright, alright,” she drawled. “I’ll stop. For now.” Her hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before settling back around your waist. “But you can’t blame me for appreciating what’s mine.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping across your face. “You’re lucky I like you,” you muttered.
Her smirk softened into something warmer, her gaze steady and unguarded. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with surprising delicacy. “I’m the lucky one,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, tinged with something deeper.
Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was neither rushed nor playful. It was slow and deliberate, a silent declaration of everything she felt but rarely said aloud. Her hand cradled your face as though you were something precious, her thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin.
When she finally pulled back, her usual guarded demeanor was gone, replaced by an uncharacteristic softness. Moments like these—her teasing, her tenderness, her quiet vulnerability—made all the chaos of the world outside feel distant and insignificant. Wrapped in her arms, you let yourself relax, content in the warmth and love of her presence.
“You really mean that?” you asked softly, your fingers tracing the edge of her jaw.
“Every word,” she replied, her gaze never wavering. Her flesh hand intertwined with yours, grounding both of you in the moment. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn city that makes sense.”
Your heart swelled at her words. For someone like Sevika, who so rarely opened up, the confession felt monumental. You leaned in to kiss her again, pouring every ounce of affection you had into the gesture. When you pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your skin.
“Stay with me,” she murmured, her voice so quiet it was almost lost beneath the hum of the city.
“Always,” you promised, your hand cupping her cheek. The metal of her arm was cold against your side, but her flesh hand, warm and steady, anchored you.
The world outside was loud, chaotic, and unforgiving. But here, in this small, imperfect sanctuary, you had everything you needed. And so did she.
(o´〰`o)♡*✲゚*。
Masterlists woohoooo domestic sevika my beloved. sorta a indulgent fic man dont judge man
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aventurineswife · 2 days ago
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Hi! I'm here to request a kinich and ororon (separate) x fem!reader and it's Christmas month and wanted to request a under a mistletoe. either someone holds it up above their hands or just hangs by a door as they enter together into a friend's house (definitely Mualani cause we know she's a party girl) really really cute and fluff fic
Under the Mistletoe, A Christmas Kiss
Tags: Kinich x Female!Reader, Ororon x Female!Reader, Winter Special, Christmas, Mistletoe, Kisses, Romance, Holiday Party, Affection, Slow Burn, Tender Moments, Fluff, Emotional Connection.
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The festive season had arrived, and Mualani, ever the life of the party, had invited you and several friends to her home for a Christmas celebration. The air was filled with laughter, the scent of pine, cinnamon, and mulled wine wafting through the warm, cozy house. As you entered the lively scene, you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was your first Christmas in this circle, and you were eager to make the most of it.
Kinich with his usual calm demeanor, was standing near the entrance, greeting friends and guests. His eyes softened when they met yours, and a subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His presence always had a comforting effect on you, like the warmth of a crackling fire on a chilly winter evening.
Just as you walked toward the living room, you noticed something. Above the doorframe, the faint glow of mistletoe hung, seemingly placed just for the occasion. The sight made your heart flutter, and a soft giggle escaped your lips. Kinich raised an eyebrow, sensing your reaction.
"You seem to have noticed the mistletoe," he said, his voice deep and warm, his usual stoic expression betraying a hint of amusement.
You laughed softly, feeling a wave of warmth rush to your cheeks. "Yeah, I noticed," you admitted. "Looks like someone might be expecting a kiss."
Kinich's lips curved into a small, playful smile, his eyes glinting with something deeper. Without another word, he stepped closer, gently guiding you underneath the mistletoe with a hand at your waist. His breath brushed against your skin as he leaned in slowly, a soft, affectionate gesture.
The kiss was gentle, tender, and filled with a quiet affection that only someone as patient and understanding as Kinich could offer. It was a kiss that told you more than words ever could—an unspoken promise, a deep connection that spoke volumes in a single moment.
Pulling back, Kinich smiled fully now, a rare and cherished sight. "Merry Christmas, [Name]."
The night had arrived, and the house was decorated in soft, twinkling lights. Mualani’s annual Christmas party was in full swing, and as you walked through the door, you couldn’t help but be swept up in the infectious cheer that filled the room. The sounds of laughter, music, and holiday cheer surrounded you, but your eyes immediately found Ororon standing near the window, gazing out at the falling snow. His presence was as calming as ever, even amidst the lively chaos of the party.
Your heart swelled, and you couldn’t help but smile back, knowing that this Christmas would be one you'd remember forever.
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You smiled softly to yourself and made your way toward him, careful not to disrupt the peace he seemed to carry with him. Ororon turned his head just as you approached, his heterochromatic eyes meeting yours. There was a quiet acknowledgment in his gaze, a familiarity that felt like home.
"You’re here," Ororon said, his voice calm and smooth, a contrast to the flurry of excitement around you. "You’ve come for the celebration."
You chuckled lightly. "Mualani wouldn’t let me miss it. Plus, I didn’t want to miss the chance to spend some time with you."
Ororon’s eyes softened, and he tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable as usual. "Is that so?" he murmured, and then the hint of a smile curved his lips. "I suppose I could spare some time for you."
Just then, a few giggling guests passed by, holding up a mistletoe, clearly aimed at the two of you. Mualani, as usual, had set it up in the most mischievous places, and this one was conveniently placed above the door as you and Ororon walked under it together.
A small, knowing smile tugged at Ororon’s lips. "It seems... tradition calls for something," he remarked, his voice as cryptic as ever, but with a trace of warmth.
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention. "Tradition, huh?" you replied, your heart racing a little. "What does it call for, exactly?"
Ororon studied you for a brief moment, his eyes twinkling as if he was reading the very atmosphere around you. "It calls for a moment of understanding, a shared gesture between us," he said, stepping closer to you.
Before you could respond, Ororon gently cupped your face, his touch light and tender. The world around you seemed to pause, the noise of the party fading into the background as his eyes met yours.
And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Ororon leaned in, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your lips. The kiss was sweet, tender, and unlike anything you had expected, carrying a sense of calm and acceptance that only Ororon could offer. There was no rush, no pressure—just the quiet connection of two souls understanding each other in the simplicity of the moment.
When he pulled back, his gaze was steady, but there was a warmth in his eyes that wasn’t there before. "Merry Christmas," he said softly, his words more profound than the festive cheer around you.
You smiled, your heart light and full, knowing that with Ororon, even the smallest of gestures held meaning far beyond words.
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s4kura-tr3 · 2 days ago
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Nanami kento — slow dancing
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Nanami steps into the apartment, the weight of the day etched across his face and shoulders. The door closes with a soft click behind him as he loosens his tie, exhaustion evident in every movement. He’s about to call out to you when a faint, jazzy melody drifts from the kitchen, catching him off guard. His steps slow as he approaches, the sight before him stopping him in his tracks.
There you are, illuminated by the warm glow of the kitchen light, barefoot on the cool tile floor. You’re swaying gently to the music, your body moving instinctively with the rhythm as if the world outside doesn’t exist. Your back is to him, and you’re so lost in the moment that you don’t notice him watching.
A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips despite the exhaustion clinging to him. Setting his briefcase down silently, he shrugs off his coat, leaving it draped over the back of a chair. He steps forward, his polished shoes clicking softly against the floor, but you only notice him when his hands slide around your waist from behind.
You gasp lightly, turning your head just enough to catch his face over your shoulder. “Nanami,” you say with a soft laugh, your voice warm and welcoming. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Didn’t mean to startle you,” he murmurs, his deep voice low and calming. His chin rests lightly on your shoulder for a moment, and you feel the tension in his body begin to dissipate.
Turning in his arms, you smile up at him. “Long day?”
His lips press into a thin line as he exhales deeply. “The usual,” he says, his tone quiet, but the weariness in his eyes speaks volumes. Still, as he looks at you, something shifts. The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly, his gaze softening in the warm light. “But this… this is nice.”
He slides one hand up to cradle the back of your neck, his other resting securely on your waist as he gently pulls you closer. Without another word, he begins to sway with you, his movements slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of the music.
You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, fingers lightly brushing the fabric of his shirt. “You’re full of surprises,” you tease gently, your voice light and teasing, but your eyes hold nothing but affection for him.
“I could say the same about you,” he replies, his tone low but amused. “Dancing in the kitchen at this hour… You’re something else.”
You chuckle, leaning your forehead against his chest as you relax into him. “Thought it might be nice to wait up for you. Guess I was right.”
He huffs a soft laugh, the sound deep and comforting. “You always are.”
The music shifts to a slower, more sultry tune, and Nanami guides you effortlessly into a spin, surprising you with his grace. You laugh softly as he pulls you back to him, his hands firm and grounding. His usual reserved demeanor is gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.
For a while, the two of you just dance. The kitchen becomes your little world, the soft jazz filling the air and blending with the quiet hum of the city outside. Nanami’s touch is gentle yet steady, and his tired eyes never leave yours.
When the song finally fades, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice carrying a depth of gratitude that words can’t fully capture.
“For what?” you ask, your fingers brushing along his jawline.
“For being with me.” His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss.
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hxney-lemcn · 24 hours ago
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First Kiss — The Leftovers x gn! reader
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summery: your first kiss with your lover.
tw: none.
a/n: I wasn't sure what to call the students who aren't vice/housewardens so now they're deemed the leftovers (sorry Cater 😔). Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
wc: 2.6k (~340 per character)
Master List | Housewardens | Vicehousewardens
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cater Diamond
The atmosphere was warm and soft as you both were hanging out in Cater’s room, is what I would like to say, but it was anything but that. You and Cater decided to have a ‘picnic’ (it wasn’t planned, you both bought your lunches and went to eat in the courtyard) and apparently your confession was a little too hot. What did your blabbermouth happen to say (was it really a blabbermouth if you were just telling a trusted friend something personal)? Well, you happened to let slip that you haven’t had your first kiss yet, and for some reason Cater couldn’t wrap his head around that. He didn’t seem to know how to react, mouth opening and closing as he doubted your sentence. You were so pretty and he found himself falling for you so easily, so the thought of no one else seeing you the way he does left him flabbergasted. And the juicy gossip he was (he just needed to understand this better), he kept prying; ‘weren’t you curious?’ yes, ‘has no one asked to?’ no, ‘has no one asked you out?’ no. That last went sent him on a whole other spiral, but he tried to store that in his head for another time. By the end of his little interrogation, he felt frustrated for you. And sevens, that bashful, saddened look made his heart plummet, and gosh did he want to kiss you silly, to prove whatever false things were rattling in your mind at that moment were wrong, and it seemed that Cater’s control was slipping, the suggestion spilling past his lips before he could stop it; ‘we could kiss, just so you know what it feels like.’ His heart leapt as you eyed him like you were actually pondering it, and that little nod of your head made his heart race. The kiss was soft, hesitant, unsure, but sweet. Hands were kept to themselves, unsure how far you were both willing to cross the line, and as you pulled away, the both of you could only long for more.
“W-well, if th-there’s any other firsts you want to break, caycay’s always here~”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Deuce Spade
The both of you just had the most spectacular date, you had a ton of fun and Deuce seemed to enjoy himself as well. The boy had been a blushing mess, tripping over words and trying to be as gentlemanly as possible, and you were eating up the cute display. He had argued that he couldn’t let you walk home alone, and so there you stood, on your doorstep just a few inches taller than normal. Deuce watched diligently, like there was a chance you would get hurt in the two steps it would take you to get inside (after what you experienced on campus it was a very real fear). You smiled softly at the dark haired boy, thanking him for the wonderful date. In return he managed to blush once more, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to formulate a proper response. So, to tease the poor guy some more, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, watching on in amusement as Deuce seemed to shut down. You hid your cheeky grin behind your hand as he spluttered, trying to say something, but he managed to cut you off guard as he stared in wonder, face a bright red, muttering out ‘could…could you do that again?’. Who were you to deny him? Holding his cheeks, you placed another kiss, this time on the corner of his lips before you found yourself showering his entire face in kisses. You weren’t sure where all this affection was coming from, but neither of you were complaining. As you pulled away once more, you bit your lip before acting on impulse and leaving the lightest, barely there peck on his lips.
“I-I…u-uh…th-thank you. I…I hope we can go on another date…soon.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ace Trappola
You were rightfully pissed. Ace had been teasing you nonstop about how ‘nobody wanted to date you’, and honestly? It was starting to get under your skin, your old (and normal) insecurities popping up once more. You have been working on it! And just like that he had erased your hard work in improving your mental health. And so what were you doing? Giving him the silent treatment. If he was going to be a jerk then you were going to ignore him. But you weren’t sure how much longer you could handle it, as Ace had been finding any and every way to get on your nerves. You clenched your fist as Ace continued to poke your cheek. You were either going to bite his finger off or twist his arm behind his back if he was going to keep this up. It wasn’t until he asked the dreaded question; ‘what did he do to get you so angry?’ The dam had been broken, and you found yourself venting all your frustrations on him, from his insults to how it affected you, it was all released. The look of horror on the ginger’s face made you feel somewhat satisfied. You were a bit surprised when he apologized so heartfeltly, he genuinely looked appalled at his own behavior for once. It was only a few weeks later when things took a turn. Ace was sleeping at your dorm, and the two of you were hanging out when he asked an out of pocket question; ‘do you wanna kiss?’ It was late, he was too tired to keep his filter up, and gosh did you look kissable (it was the main reason why he was teasing you in the first place). Against your better judgment, you agreed. The kiss was awkward, neither of you sure how far to go, but you’re kinda angry at how much you liked it.
“...you’re better at that than I thought…n-not that I think of kissing you or anything-”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jack Howl
You watched the weirdo in front of you with a blank face, wishing you could be anywhere but there. This guy decided he wanted to flirt with you, and he was doing it in the worst way possible. I mean who tries to pick someone up by asking to kiss them outright? You kept glancing at Jack, who stood intimidatingly next to you, buff arms crossed as he glared at the guy, but made no move to say anything. You felt a sneer fall over your lips unconsciously as the guy continued to try and shoot his shot, couldn’t he see he was getting nowhere? You tried to let him down nicely before, so this time you decided to be more blunt, stating that you weren’t interested and you don’t just go out kissing people. That was when the guy lashed out, crying out about how you were a jerk, that you were just like everyone else who only cared about themselves. It was when he looked like he was reaching out for you, and you flinched back for Jack to step in (quite literally). Standing in front of you his glare turned dangerous, fangs showing as he snarled, telling the guy to get lost. The both of you finally relaxed when the guy scrambled to get away, leaving you with the wolf beastman. ‘Thank you,’ You muttered, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. A smug smile tugged at your lips as Jack glanced away, a soft pink dusting his tanned cheeks. ‘Oh, did I miss?’ you teased, eyes catching the way his ear twitched. So, as the merciful person you were, you leaned up and left a small, short, gentle kiss to his lips.
“Hm, i-if you find yourself in need of help, d-don’t be afraid to come to me.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Floyd Leech
You had already found yourself in a tough predicament. You were in the clutches of Floyd Leech when he was in a bad mood. Sure, he was the one who sought you out to squeeze, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t make it worse in any way. So you resigned yourself to your fate as his personal human plushie as he squeezed you from time to time, burying his face in your neck as he grumbled on unintelligently about one thing and another. You brushed your hands through his hair, placing small kisses to the top of his head here and there, feeling relieved as he started to melt in your hold, teeth scraping against your skin as he smiled. You shivered at the sensation, hair on end once more. ‘Oh shrimpy~’ he cooed, giggling like a mad man, face suddenly very much in your own. ‘I wanna kiss’. The request was simple, blunt, but it still left you reeling. You weren’t sure why, in fact, you should be surprised it took so long for him to ask for one, but you still found your eyes widening and breath hitching at the spontaneity of it all. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it (you suppose that was the appeal to Floyd). You could barely get out the words okay before Floyd pressed his lips to yours in a harsh manner, teeth clashing, lips being bit, hand on the back of your head so you couldn’t pull away. In fact, he wouldn’t stop kissing you, it seemed like forever until he finally got his fill.
“Hehe, you better watch out shrimpy~ I’m already craving another.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Epel Felmier
Your eyes widened as you eyed the intricately carved apple, turning it around to catch every detail. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve such a gift, but you were flattered nonetheless, your eyes finally raising up to meet Epel’s cyan ones. He looked bashful, cheeks tinted a light pink, eyes unable to meet your own. He tripped over his words, trying to make an excuse, stating that no one else was around so you might as well have it (you’ll ignore the fact that there were, in fact, people swarming around the cafeteria like flies). Without a second thought, you gave him a short peck on the cheek and continued business as usual. It wasn’t until Epel kept doing things for you, something that had only recently started. Epel…wasn’t mean by any means, but he also wasn’t one to help someone from the kindness of his heart. Sure, he’d do something for you before while complaining a ton, but recently he had been doing things without you even asking! It was strange, and he always seemed expectant afterwards, like he was expecting you to do something. Not to mention the little pout he thought he hid when you didn’t seem to do what he was anticipating. So, you decided to confront him, asking him outright what he wanted. Of course, he deflected, stating that he didn’t want anything and you were being crazy. A claim he wasn’t able to hide behind for long as you pointed out all the strange ways he’s been acting. Face burning red, Epel turned away, trying to keep his composure, but you seemed to be determined to break it. Your serious gaze locked onto his figure, there was no getting away from this now. And so, he admitted meekly that he wanted a kiss, and who were you to deny him? With a playful grin, you placed a kiss to his lips, reveling in the way he pushed against you like he was desperate (he had been waiting for this for so long). Pulling away, you teased that he only needed to ask if he wanted another kiss.
“I-I…d-damn, fine…do ya think we could do that again?”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Silver Vanrouge
A warm breeze tousled Silver’s white locks, his steel grey eyes hidden behind his shut eyelids. His head rested in your lap, face pressed into your thighs. Squirrels and song birds fluttered around you, a small chickadee nestled on the top of your head. It was peaceful, a nice change of pace from your usual chaotic days. As beautiful as the scenery was around you, with green grass fluttering in the wind and colorful flowers swaying about, your gaze couldn’t help but fall down to the occupant in your lap. How his lashes kissed his cheeks, how the sun made his hair shine, how soft his skin was under the pads of your fingers. Silver has become the most breathtaking sight in your eyes, and the bird that roosted in your hair seemed to agree as it let out a soft series of cheeps that smoothed into a blissful melody. You couldn’t help but think about how much better your life has become once he entered your life, how sweet and protective he was, how sassy he could be when his father made an offer to cook. You had come to love all his quirks, how he could drift off to sleep in even the loudest environment or how he’d try to stay up just for you. Unable to hold your affections in for much longer, you placed a kiss against his cheek, heart fluttering when Silver’s lips tugged into a smile. So what else would you do besides lavish his face in sweet kisses? His eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t help the huge grin that fell on your lips as he looked up at you affectionately. You greeted him with a kiss to the corner of his lips, a cheesy good morning following. The way he stared at you made your heart flutter and stomach tie in knots, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sleepily, Silver followed your lips without a second thought connecting them in a warm kiss before pulling away sharply, eyes wide as he apologized for not asking for consent, only to be shut up by your lips meeting once more.
“So it's not a dream…thank you.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sebek Zigvolt
You felt your eye twitch, trying your hardest to keep your composure. It felt like one step forward ten steps backwards when it came to Sebek. You thought you’d finally got to him in some way, only for him to be shouting at you once more for the same thing the next day. Which was happening right now, with him yelling at you about being some lowly human. Just the other day you had a one on one about how those comments hurt you, and he seemed to genuinely understand, so why the hell was he shouting at you again. You had tried throwing insults back, you had tried communicating like a mature person, you had even slapped him once and stormed away in tears! What the hell did you need to do to get through to this hard headed crocodile? Your glare turned sharp as Sebek continued, rambling on about one thing or another. Your exasperation taking over, you grabbed his tie, pulling his face close to yours as you sneered. You were so upset, you didn’t even notice how your noses were touching, instead tearing into Sebek instead. You also didn’t realize how Sebek turned silent, golden green eyes locked onto your figure, cheeks slowly but surely turning bright red. You let out a huff as your rant ended, raising an eyebrow at the half fae’s current state, then suddenly it clicked and an evil grin upturned your lips. Curling your fingers around his tie, you inched your face even closer (somehow), lips hovering over the other. You debated if you should do the evil thing, pull away and leave him hanging, but you also had the urge to kiss him stupid…letting your own desires win, you pushed your lips together in a heated kiss. Sebek was stiff as a board, but slowly melted into the kiss, only for you to pull away, biting his lip in the process.
“Wh-where are you going, human! You cannot k-kiss a knight and walk away without an explanation! H-hey! W-wait up-”
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devildomwriter · 1 day ago
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Here We Are As In Olden Days | Diavolo x Reader
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.6K Word Count | GN! Reader | CW: broodmare kink mention, big family
You sat on the cushioned loveseat next to your husband of many years, flipping through a photo album of Christmas days past.
Diavolo smiled as you opened the book and the first page was the picture you’d snuck of him trying on a Christmas sweater because you thought it was cute. You had decorated the page with holiday stickers and wrote about how Diavolo quickly discovered the picture and had it printed for you as a joke gift.
As the pages flipped more memories rose to the surface. The first Christmas you’d spent as an exchange student. Santa had thrown out his back or something similar and you and the brothers scrambled to deliver gifts to the Devildom instead.
The second Christmas you’d spent when your personalities were drastically affected and you’d become a sadist. Diavolo had been very amused and Lsvitahn had been very turned on which kept distracting you from solving anything.
The third Christmas you spent the brother’s bodies has been taken over by strange little demons who you still had never identified. You had many pictures of them acting strangely and Diavolo posing in the background as chaos unfolded.
Your fourth Christmas in the Devildom when dark Santa had gone afoul and people began blaming Satan due to their names being similar. This was the same year Diavolo, Mephistopheles, and you helped deliver some gifts for Santa when his reindeer appeared in Mephistopheles’s yard.
Diavolo laughed at the memories as you continued to flip the pages. You shared what you remembered of those days long gone, and the sense of nostalgia was overwhelming.
Finally, you arrived at the most special of Christmases; the first one you’d spent together as a couple. Diavolo had made it as extravagant as possible.
The tree nearly hit the ceiling of the ballroom, every inch of the castle was decorated and even the staff had holiday-themed clothes. You’d felt bad for them at the time but it was a nice memory to look back on, seeing how much your future husband planned just so you’d be stress-free for the holidays.
You held Diavolo’s hand tightly in yours and flipped to the next year. In the photo, you sat posed in front of the camera in all your regalia. Diavolo had taken the throne that year and nothing was holding him back from spreading as much Christmas as he wanted to, so he’d called in professionals for a couple’s portrait of you in holiday-themed royal attire.
On the following page you had framed a Christmas postcard, the first family holiday card you’d sent to all your friends and family. You sat on Diavolo’s throne next to him as you both cradled your son, only a few months old.
As years past another child appeared and another and another again.
Diavolo hadn’t insisted on this many kids, you just happened to have a convenient broodmare kink and his DNA was incredibly strong. It just made every photo more interesting as everyone crowded into the photos.
You flipped more and more pages, memories piling up. Your children’s first Christmas. The first cards they’d made you. The postcards they’d sent you of their own families.
How many years had it been now?
The castle was never quiet but the sound of children running no longer echoed through the halls like it once did.
Everyone was grown with lives of their own and you and Diavolo remained as you originally did, side by side in each other’s arms.
You flipped to the last page of the album, the one you were still working on, and asked your husband for ideas.
He grinned and handed you two photos he’s been holding on to.
Unbeknownst to you, Diavolo had it arranged that the photo you took together this year was identical to the one you first took.
Despite all that time, you hadn’t much-aged thanks to your magic and his. It was funny seeing the two pictures side by side.
Despite all the changes over the years, it was evident in these photos that one thing would always remain the same—a merry Christmas with your prince.
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thebigbadbatswife · 3 days ago
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Beneath The Mistletoe
Pairing - Bruce Wayne x F!Reader x Selina Kyle
Summary - Selina and Bruce corner you beneath the mistletoe.
Warnings - Public Displays of Affection, Christmas Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Humour, Bisexual!Reader
Word Count - 800
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Wayne Manor was cast in a golden glow from the various twinkling lights that currently decorated the place. Along with the lights were the decorations that you would expect to see in a billionaire’s home. Gold, silver, red. Nothing overly gaudy, but still screamed rich. And there was the tree in the entrance hall. Its size completely surreal and was decorated in a very orderly and traditional way. A similar one was set up within the main ballroom as well.
It was all for show. Something for the “official” Bruce Wayne Christmas party that was thrown each and every year without fail.
The real decorations were deeper within the manor. Set up in one of the lounges. A tree decorated by the boys. It was messy and chaotic and perfect. All at once. A fake pine garland along the top of the mantle of a fireplace that had a low flame flickering within it. And none of those gaudy hanging decorations are anywhere to be seen. 
The lounge wasn’t filled with strangers either. Friends and family only. This was the real Christmas party. One that wasn’t going to end up in every magazine and news website across the planet. Where everyone was made jealous of the luxury that came from a billionaire’s bank account.
There was no need to dress fancy either. Though ugly Christmas jumpers were mandatory, per Dick’s request. Which was fine by everyone, but Bruce. Who looked grumpy and kept pulling at the neck, scratching his skin, where it was irritating him. Though, in true Bruce fashion, it was a Batman themed one. He likely wasn’t hating this as much as he was making out he was.
Seeing everyone in one room together made you smile. With all the near disasters that kept almost befalling the planet and the city you called home, it was hard to get everyone in the same room.
You sipped on the eggnog in your snifter glass, humming softly. It was thicky and creamy and delicious. One of these days you were going to have to beg Alfred to tell you the recipe.
“Well, what do we have here?” Selina asked as she approached you. She was wearing a sweater that had the image of a cat tangled in christmas lights. It was very her. 
You raised an eyebrow at her. What was she on about? 
She smiled, amused at your confusion. Her eyes looked above you before returning to your own. You looked above you and chuckled when you saw it. Mistletoe. Dammit. You had been doing a good job all night avoiding it. Now Selina had you cornered. She took a step forward. You attempted to take a step backwards (it was all part of the game), but your back came into contact with a solid chest, which stopped you in your tracks. There was no need for you to turn around to see who it was. You already knew. 
Bruce. 
They were teaming up against you.
“You know, mistletoe can be deadly if you eat,” he said. Both of his hands came to rest on your hips and pulled you against him. 
She hummed and stepped into your space. “Yes, but a kiss can be even deadlier, if you mean it.”
Your cheeks felt impossible hot. They were going to be the death of you. You were sure of it. Bruce’s lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine.
“It’s just a couple of kisses. Then we’ll let you go.”
But it never was a “couple of kisses”. Two would turn into four and four would turn into eight. Before you knew it they would have you wrapped up in the silk sheets of the custom bed Bruce had had built for the three of you. Not that you ever complained. You trusted them completely.
“Fine,” you replied, accepting your fate and surrendering yourself to your lovers.
Selina kissed your first. It was far more sensual than a kiss beneath the mistletoe should be. You sighed softly when she pulled away. Your lips weren’t left alone for long. Bruce turned your head to him and kissed you. Even going as far as to push his tongue into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his own. Your moan was barely audible. Only Selina and Bruce were able to hear it. 
“Get a room you three!” Hal called out. There were a few chuckles and laughs that followed. If it was possible for your cheeks to get even hotter, they definitely did.
And Bruce decided to make it so much worse.
“I think Hal’s right for once. Perhaps we should go up to our room.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, they were immediately followed by the sounds of Dick and Jason fake gagging and retching.
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ddodol · 1 day ago
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action — s.es
series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, rookie actor!eunseok, actress fem!reader, pet names, eunseok is shy?, oral (m.), eunseok head pusher agenda, dacryphilia, eunseok is also kinda mean. word count⭑.ᐟ 1.6k+
a/n; accidentally posted the draft earlier while i was on my phone </3 i thought it was gone for good adfdaks. anyway :3 merry christmas yall <3
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eunseok was a fairly new actor, rising to fame for his unreal features and the innate ability to make a person’s heart go wild.
despite all of that, the proud song eunseok had but one weakness— intimate scenes.
you were casted as a lead actor alongside eunseok, a monumental achievement in your acting career that you don’t plan on taking for granted. you were slightly older than eunseok, more experienced. he was fully aware of that as well, ears turning bright red whenever he had to ask you for pointers whenever it came to scenes that required physical contact.
even after months of filming, eunseok couldn’t break out of his shy demeanor, whether it was with the staff or with you, his co-lead. though, he was professional enough to not let it affect the filming progress— until today, that is.
the director proposed for a break, having messed up one scene countless of times. feeling guilty, the rookie actor was bowing and apologizing to the staff for the delays he was starting to cause. he was lucky to be working with such an easygoing crew, otherwise he'd be getting reprimanded for his unprofessionalism.
nonetheless, eunseok tried his best in everything, and you knew that he'd come looking for you in a matter of minutes after looking over the scenes for tonight.
you met his eyes from afar, exchanging a knowing look. you had no idea how it happened, considering how you were only a few months his acting senior, but he always came to you for help. eunseok walked past the staff, long legs striding, approaching you with flushed cheeks.
how adorable, you thought.
”do you want to try it somewhere more private?” your simple question made him blush once more, making you giggle a little. he gave you a small nod, which you smiled at. “follow me.”
you led the way, the sound of his footsteps filling up the hallway as a reminder that he was just right behind you.
as soon as the door to your dressing room closed, eunseok grabbed your arm and pinned you against the door, taking you by surprise. he was even more breathtaking up close, taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor.
you could hear him swallow audibly, lips parted open as he took a deep, shaky breath. “was that okay?” eunseok asked meekly, eyes turning glossy and his cheeks beginning to flush, a huge contrast to how he was acting seconds earlier. that was when it hit you— he was trying out a scene from the drama. you bit your bottom lip, fighting back a giggle.
you teasingly snaked your arms around him, testing his reaction. sure enough, he turned even redder, almost about to explode as his brain processed what was happening.
”is this okay, too?” you whispered, staring up at him. taking it a step further, you slowly ran your hands through his chest, feeling his breath hitch. you chuckled, amused by his reaction.
”you don’t seem to have any trouble with that,” you stared at him, trying to gauge his reaction. you noticed the way he was shifting around uncomfortably, now avoiding your gaze. you looked down instinctively, eyes going wide at the surprise he had for you.
”oh, wow.”
eunseok cleared his throat, shyly glancing at you. “fuck— i’m sorry, it’s been like that since earlier.”
you raised a brow, eyes flickering up and down. “you mean, you’ve been rock hard ever since our characters were talking about their break-up?” you asked, in disbelief.
”no, no, no!” he sighed, hanging his head out of embarrassment, bright red ears in full display. despite working together for a month, this was the first time you’ve seen him this vulnerable. “you’re a pretty crier,” eunseok mumbled.
oh, that explains a lot.
your couple scenes so far all included some dramatic dialogue, and that meant you were crying most of the time. eunseok always seemed so invested during those scenes, holding you more tenderly and speaking in a way that felt intimate— the exact vibe your director has been trying to fish out of him.
you held back a smile, hooking a finger under his chin to make him look at you. eunseok let out a shuddering breath, eyes fixated on the way your lips curved up. he didn’t care how stupid he looked right now, eunseok was sure that anyone would act the same way if you were doing the same thing to them.
he swallowed thickly, parted lips slowly closing in on yours. you pressed your palm on his mouth before he could kiss you, prompting him to look at you in confusion.
"never said you could have a taste," you mumbled, a small smirk forming on your lips. eunseok was feeling desperate— he did have a massive boner rubbing against your thigh after all.
"please." you chuckled at his desperation, watching him take your ring finger in between his teeth, nibbling on it gently. "i'll get my act together after this, i swear. i just want to see those pretty lips around my cock," eunseok groans, brows furrowing as his lips moved against your fingers, as if he was kissing them instead.
you sighed softly, eyes darting down at his erect length. you reached down to palm him through his pants, making eunseok moan sensitively. eunseok's cock throbbed against your hand, breath hitching in your throat as you felt a flood of warmth surging through your body.
you felt turned on from his soft sighs, intoxicated with the way his pretty face would twist whenever you focused on his tip. you bit your lip, "fuck it."
eunseok watched as you tied your hair up, freezing in surprise when you got on your knees without any hesitation. he swallowed thickly, eyes trained on every single movement you made. he murmured soft curses when you helped him free his erect length, cock standing tall and casting a shadow over your features.
it was your turn to swallow nervously, taking in every single curve and vein of his cock. eunseok's cock was pretty, the tip of his cock already red and leaking. you glanced at him, licking a small strip up his shaft to start.
eunseok shuddered in response, clenching his jaw as he tangled his hand through the messy hairdo you just did. he panted softly, almost willing you to take him in your mouth, desperate to know how you'd feel.
your face contorted, comfortably taking in his tip. eunseok's cock wasn't thick save for his tip, letting you relax your jaw as you took in more of his length. by the time you reached what you assumed was half of him, you could already feel his tip poking at the gummy part of the roof of your mouth, making you gag slightly.
his eyes visibly sparkled when he felt you gagging on his cock, tempted to act on his impulses. he let you bob your head shallowly, trying to get used to his length. eunseok discreetly flexed his hips forward whenever you'd move down on his cock, wanting to see you gagging on his cock, to see you crying as you take him in your warm mouth.
eunseok cupped your cheek with one hand, his other still tangled through your scalp. "i know you can take more," his deep voice rang in your ears, body tingling as you glanced up at him. eunseok's eyes were dark, panting softly as he stared down at you.
it was almost like you couldn't find the same bashful rookie actor you were just teasing a few moments ago— now you were at his mercy.
without warning, eunseok pushed your head down on his length, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat. you gagged, closing your eyes shut as tears began to sting your eyes.
eunseok licked his lips, jerking his hips forward as he moved your head for you. he could tell you were overwhelmed, your whines vibrating against his throbbing length.
"fuck," he whispered, watching as a tear rolled down your cheek. your eyes fluttered open, brows furrowed as you stared up at him. eunseok could feel shivers down his spine, adoring the way you looked helpless with his cock filling your mouth.
eunseok could tell that you've surrendered to him, letting him move you as he pleased. his soft moans began to fill the empty room, thighs starting to tense up. he was close.
you let out small, broken moans of your own, gripping on his legs as he pushed you down on his cock, thrusting deep. you could feel your throat bruising, tears spilling from your eyes at the slight pain.
"baby, hold my hand if you don't want me to cum inside your pretty mouth." you stared up at him through your bleary vision, finding his cheeks fully flushed. you had no intentions of stopping him from what he wants, mostly because you were craving for it as well.
eunseok's breath hitched in his throat when he met your eyes, "fuck, fuck— what a good fucking girl." you felt shivers down your spine at his gruff praises.
his hips began to stutter, bucking into your face, balls slapping your chin with each movement. he let out a deep groan, head thrown back as he pressed your head down to the base of his cock. you gagged, unable to contain your coughs when you felt him shooting his cum in your throat.
you pulled away as soon as his grip on your head loosened, coughing violently. you wiped away traces of his cum on the edge on your mouth, as well as the mix of liquids that found its way through your nose.
eunseok panted, placing his hand against the door to support himself up, legs trembling miserably from his orgasm. his eyes flickered, reaching down to help clean your face.
once you were decent, eunseok helped you get up. he chuckled softly, holding your cheek. "you know, every time we get on scene and you cry— this is all i'd ever think about now."
you laughed weakly, voice still a bit hoarse. "guess that means i need to keep helping you out, then."
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shizuturnspages · 3 days ago
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𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
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Sukuna's Initial Interest in You
❥ Sukuna first notices you through Yuji's memories, catching glimpses of your kind smile and how you light up the room. At first, it’s nothing more than curiosity—a mortal so mundane yet so intriguing. But curiosity quickly spirals into obsession.
❥ Your presence becomes his favorite thing to observe when he’s not tormenting Yuji. The more he watches, the more he wants. And Sukuna is not the kind of being to deny himself what he desires.
Subtle Changes in Yuji’s Behavior
❥ Sukuna starts taking over in small, undetectable increments. It’s easy enough to mimic Yuji’s speech patterns and habits, but there’s an edge to his demeanor that wasn’t there before.
❥ You notice Yuji staring at you more often, his gaze heavier and lingering. He starts asking more personal questions, digging into your life in a way that feels oddly invasive.
Manipulating Yuji’s Body to Get Close to You
❥ Sukuna uses Yuji’s body to orchestrate “accidental” meetings with you, ensuring you cross paths more often. He’s careful not to overstep, knowing that blowing his cover too soon would ruin the fun.
❥ Sometimes, he’ll “help” Yuji give you advice or comfort, twisting the words just enough to make you feel indebted to him. Every small interaction becomes a step toward binding you to him emotionally.
The Strange, Possessive Side of "Yuji"
❥ You notice Yuji becoming more possessive, always wanting to know where you are and who you’re with. He brushes it off as concern, but there’s an unsettling intensity in his voice that makes you second-guess yourself.
❥ If anyone else shows an interest in you, they mysteriously back off after an encounter with Yuji. You never find out what he says to them, but his smug expression afterward speaks volumes.
Sukuna’s Slip-Ups
❥ Sukuna isn’t perfect at maintaining the act. Occasionally, his true nature slips through—like when he smirks at something cruel or makes a comment that’s far too dark to be Yuji’s.
❥ When you confront “Yuji” about these moments, he laughs it off, blaming stress or lack of sleep. “You’re imagining things,” he says with an almost patronizing tone.
Sukuna’s Growing Frustration
❥ The more time Sukuna spends around you, the harder it becomes to hide his true self. He doesn’t just want your affection—he wants your submission, your loyalty, your everything. But he knows that revealing himself too soon could shatter the trust he’s carefully building.
❥ The tension builds to a breaking point, and Sukuna finds himself teetering on the edge of throwing away the act entirely, just to see the fear and adoration in your eyes when you finally realize the truth.
When You Begin to Suspect
❥ You start noticing inconsistencies in Yuji’s behavior—his mannerisms seem off, his voice sometimes sounds deeper, and his smiles don’t always reach his eyes.
❥ One day, you jokingly ask if he’s feeling possessed. The sharp, almost predatory grin that spreads across his face sends a chill down your spine. “What if I was?” he asks, his voice laced with amusement.
Sukuna’s Endgame
❥ Sukuna’s ultimate goal isn’t just to have you—it’s to make you choose him, even after you discover the truth. He’s confident that his charm and twisted devotion will be enough to sway you.
❥ Once he decides the time is right, he’ll drop the act entirely, revealing his true self in all his terrifying glory. And when that moment comes, he’ll relish the look of shock—and perhaps even fear—on your face.
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vampireinprada · 10 hours ago
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS LOVE
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soft!rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: none, just a cute fluffy christmas story! it is my first story, so that might be a warning within itself 🙂
wc: 761
merry christmas, if you celebrate! happy holidays !!!
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Rafe has been relentlessly asking you what you want for Christmas since the start of the holiday season, and his questions have only increased as the holiday approaches.
You were curled up on the couch in your shared house, reading a novel in a soft, white sweater, your feet tucked up comfortably beneath you. The warmth from the fireplace permeated the room, adding to the cozy atmosphere you’ve carefully crafted for a quiet reading session. 
Just as you turned the page, Rafe leaned over the back of the couch, his face hovering above yours. “Baby, Christmas is almost here. You must know what you want by now,” he whined, his tone playful but persistent.
“I told you, Rafe. I don’t want anything,” you replied casually, lifting the next page of your novel as you prepared to dive back into the story. Rafe let out a soft laugh, and you looked up at him, slightly puzzled, trying to figure out what was so funny. He was still chuckling as he shook his head.
“You not wanting anything is crazy to me,” he teased. “I mean, come on. You can’t expect me to believe that. Miss ‘Rafey, this bag is so pretty. I wan’ it.’ ‘Rafeeeeee, I need these shoes,’” he mocked in an exaggerated manner, grinning at the memory of your past shopping sprees.
As his mocking continued, you finally set your book down, placing it gently on the table in front of you. With a lively sigh, you wrapped your arms around the neck of your beautiful boyfriend, drawing him closer. 
“‘Rafeeeee, I like this ring from Tiffany’s. Can I get it? Rafeeeeee,’” he imitated in a high-pitched voice, causing you to remove your hand from his neck and lightly smack his arm. “Alright, I get it, ya know?” you said with a grin, rolling your eyes. 
“I know you do, baby,” he said, his voice softening as he pulled you back towards him. Without thinking, he slid his firm hands around your waist, a gesture he’d perfected over time. “But seriously, how can ya tell me ya don’t want anything and expect me to believe it?” Rafe asked, a merry smile tugging at his lips.
You were the next to burst into a fit of laughter, unable to contain yourself at how adorable Rafe was being. His persistance was admirable, and quite amusing, so you decided to play along.
“What? What is it, baby?” he asked, his smile lines deepening as he watched with delight at the childlike beauty of your laughter. His eyes gleamed, clearly enchanted by your joy. 
“Well, there is one thing that I want,” you said cheekily, giving him a mischievous look. Rafe’s eyes widened in victory, and he scrambled for his phone, his fingers already tapping away as he prepared to make the purchase.
“See? I knew you wanted something,” he cheered, his voice practically bursting with excitement. He was absolutely eager to spoil you once again. Honestly, he’d buy you a whole island if you so much as hinted at wanting it. 
With a smile, Rafe bent down to meet you at eye level, his phone in hand. “What is it you wanted?” he asked, his tone tender and full of affection. 
You scrunch your nose in the cutest way possible, to Rafe, before pulling him closer and, in a soft voice, said, “Your love. All I want for Christmas is love.” 
Rafe paused, his expression shifting as he absorbed your words. He put down his phone, attention now entirely on you. “Yeah? That’s it?” he asked, a touch of disbelief in his voice. 
You nodded, a bright, eager smile illuminating your face. “That’s it,” you repeated, your heart full. The love between you two was magnetic, something so deep and pure, it almost felt like magic. It was the kind of love that made everything feel secondary. In that moment, Rafe thought—no, knew—he might love you forever. 
Without a second thought, Rafe swept you up in his arms and carried you up the stairs of your shared home. The sounds of your laughter and his heartbeat echoed in the quiet house. ”My love it is, my darling,” he murmured as you both entered the bedroom, the outside world fading away.
He set you gently on the bed, his eyes locked on yours, filled with unspoken promise. “My love you’ll get,” he said, voice low, full of devotion and a tinge of desire.
In that moment, you both knew that all the gifts in the world could never compare to the love you shared.
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if you made it to this point, thank you for reading ! i found my thing for the new year i guess 🤭 !!!
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"Might have a bottle or two of Toussaint wine around here somewhere. Tensions and wars between the north and south or not, doesn't stop trade where alcohol is concerned. Might even remind you of your wine back home."
Eskel's low tone observed with a bit of a smirk, savoring the alcohol, before reaching for another glass of the stuff, again downing it in one go and savoring it. It would take a good deal of even the Mahakaman Spirit to start affecting him, thanks to his mutant physiology. He was half tempted to add some White Gull to the drinks from the flask of the stuff he carried around... but he supposed the folk around here would be more susceptible to even the mild Witcher hallucinogen than he was. No sense in making the evening a bit too exciting... they were here to relax. He was planning on dishing up some food, looking over the delicious selections of meats, breads and roasted potatos, but stopped at her request from him for a dance. He chuckled under his breath... knowing he should have figured that would be the priority over the drinks and food, inviting as each were. They could wait... better to further build up their appetites before then, cut loose a bit more. He inclined his head to the eastern lady, his deep, amused voice returning to her.
"But of course. Don't do much normal dancing, but fancy footwork is part of the Witcher's life, shouldn't have to worry about me stepping on your toes. Still, we'll start with a slow dance, to be on the safe side."
The Witcher's marred visage smiled and he took her hand gently on that note, kissing the back of it and leading her out to the floor and away from the tables. Taking one of her hands and settling the other on her waist, drawing her in closely to himself, gradually they began to move together on the spot, falling into sync with the music and the other pairs dancing out there already. Sure enough, he was right about it being simple enough for his level of experience dancing around his enemies... albeit with a good deal less bloodshed in this situation. She handled herself good as well, lending further credence that she was of a noble family, from the land she came from. Dancing well was practically mandatory for upper class families all over the world, and likely hers. Some things seemed to be universal. He sensed the eyes and whispers being drawn their way, but ignored them, focusing only on her, the music and the moment they shared. The rest of the world could keep, for a time, they were here for more important reasons, together.
@rhaenaofmyr
@wanderingwolfwitcher [as discussed]
She clutches the cloak tighter about her frame, drawing the hood up over her head to at least try to keep the snow out of her eyes.
Rhaena had thought she would grow used to the chills that winters on The Continent brought. It had been near four years since she had fled from Westeros, where she had been condemned to a life of poverty in King’s Landing. She’d had no clue where she would end up when she stole away into the belly of a merchant ship, and it would seem that had the crew- she would later learn that their original destination had been Essos, but wild storms had sent them adrift and now here she was.
She’d traversed her way through this strange new world, eventually settling in a small village close to the mountains of Kaedwen. Of course, without a coin to her name, she had had to find work quickly, but the village’s pleasure house had employed her the moment they had laid eyes upon her. It was not something she particularly enjoyed, but it earned her enough to purchase a small homestead on the outskirts of the village.
The storm had set in as she was returning home and quickly, she had lost her bearings in the blizzard. She’d ended up in the forest that circled the village, entirely blind to the true way home. She paused for a moment, dark eyes casting this way and that to look for something familiar. But so thick was the snow that she could scarcely see her hand in front of her face. And she did not see the creature until it had knocked her to the ground, sharp claws pressing into her chest as it pins her down. All she can see now is teeth, growing ever closer as it leans down to take the death bite-
Suddenly, she hears the swing of the sword through the icy air, the thud of the creatures head as it lands close to hers, and feels the warm spray of blood across her face. Eyes remain shut for several moments before she slowly opens them, gaze falling upon the man in the dark red cloak, who stands above her.
Eyes wide with fear, she scrambles to her feet. Beneath the hood, she can make out yellow eyes and a large scar that marrs his face. She’s seen him around the village from time to time- she cannot recall his name, but she knows he is one of the elusive Witchers who spend their winters nearby.
“Th-thank you, Ser…” she says with as much bravery as she can muster, words heavily accented. “Forgive me but…I have no coin for you…”
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