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lunaekalenda · 2 days
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hello! Sorry I disappeared for a while since I’ve been very busy and less active on here lately. Just wanted to say thanks for writing my latest request from one of the events two months ago and it’s very lovely. I hope you’re doing well and I hope you have a good rest of your day! - 🌼
no worry at all!! i also took time to write them because i had some familiar things going on, but everything's good now!! thanks for asking and take care <3
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lunaekalenda · 4 days
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crush canceled ladies i'm pretty heartbroken
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lunaekalenda · 19 days
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sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain 👀👀👀
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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. being bullied because you’re sukuna’s favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment you’re going through, he doesn’t hold back.
wc. 2.2k-ish
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called ‘brat’. beta reading? what’s that
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“she’s got nothing going on for her,” “right? i don’t get what he sees in her,” “tch—he’s only using her for her body anyway,” “duhh. he can’t be pleased by her looks. i mean, she’s really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ‘nother hole to use. . .”
and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldn’t care less if you hear what they say.
you’re used to it by now. you’ve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukuna’s concubines. his favourite at that—which automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcerer’s harem can’t stand you.
your eyes are glued to the path you’re walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesn’t utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.
it’s moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldn’t have to hear them call you nasty names.
though, unlucky you, sukuna’s out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.
“hey. we’re talking to you,” a female voice rings from behind you. it isn’t your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukuna’s concubines. her name. . . you can’t recall.
she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that you’ve accidentally stepped on it.
you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.
“my apologies,” you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.
the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. it’s intimidating, though you try to make it seem like you’re not afraid of their words.
“tell me,” the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesn’t budge, “tell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.”
it’s about sukuna every time. you’re getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you can’t control. you don’t know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way you’re treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.
the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.
the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.
you look up at the group surrounding you—a grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, “hah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.”
audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they can’t believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.
“oh, you slut!” the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.
your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesn’t have much say in the matter either way.
you’re humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.
“pah, you look pathetic,” one of the lower ranking concubines chimes in—giggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, “serves you right.”
you don’t even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountain’s surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.
you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. you’re shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.
by someone you didn’t expect to see any time soon.
“enough.”
the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. it’s powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.
the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.
“my lord,” you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. you’re surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.
sukuna’s footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shake—one concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when he’s angry.
“tsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?” sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that they’re not bowing before him worsens his temper, “kneel.”
he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesn’t sound like they’ve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.
you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone who’s got their head held high in his presence.
you’ve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.
sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.
he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, “i’m sorry, my lord.”
sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. you’re apologising when it’s not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.
the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he’s not bothered by the fact that you’re dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.
“stay. you’ll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,” sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.
he doesn’t even care that he stepped on one of the women’s hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.
it’s silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.
sukuna’s breathing is a little heavy. he’s trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesn’t like raising his voice at you—but sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.
“how long has this been going on?” sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, “and don’t you dare fuckin’ lie to me, y’hear?”
you gulp. you’ve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, “uhm, for quite a while, my lord.”
sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that it’s worse than you’re making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.
your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.
“you should’ve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,” sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, “pathetic.”
you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, “i thought you were too busy. i didn’t want to bother you with such unimportant matters.”
it’s true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didn’t want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.
if only you could stand up for yourself.
“nonsense,” sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that you’ve probably been through enough for the day. he doesn’t need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.
he simply sighs it off, “unimportant, huh? ‘s that how you think i view you?”
you raise an eyebrow at sukuna’s last sentence. you’re at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubines—it’s the main reason you’re getting bullied for—yet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.
almost like he’s disappointed that you don’t realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.
“i-i’m sorry, my lord,” you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as you’re left overthinking that one little sentence he said.
“what a brat,” sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once you’re separated.
sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything that’s been going on while he’s not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.
he’ll let you off the hook for now. but, he’s surely going to give you your own special scolding after he’s taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.
sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, “get dressed into something else before you catch a cold.”
he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while he’s away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.
his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures you’re experiencing. sukuna’s going to make sure those other women pay for what they’ve done to you.
he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;
“you’re staying in my chambers tonight.”
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lunaekalenda · 19 days
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biker!suguru who looks pretty intimidating with that big helmet that covers his face, but will take advantage of red lights to make the children in the cars around him laugh. moving his hands, changing his seat, lying on the motorcycle; anything works when he sees them smiling and waving at him when the traffic starts again.
biker!suguru who's full of tattoos under all the riding clothes. they're tiny, like fine stickers on his body, but you could spend whole afternoons finding each one of them, and he'll gladly tell you what do they mean.
biker!suguru who refuses to let you get off the bike by yourself. if he opens the car door for you and offers a hand so you can comfortably get off, why wouldn't he do the same on the bike?
biker!suguru who accompanies you to buy clothes and equipment for riding. he has been on it for years and he knows the best brands, the best options and the more secure ones. he'll make sure to pay for them, even if they're expensive, as long as you're comfortable and protected from any injury.
biker!suguru who takes you everywhere. you have a meeting? he takes the bike. you're craving your favorite ice cream at night? you'll go quicker in the bike. why would you go walking if he loves to take you anywhere?
biker!suguru who's not bothered by the rain at all. he would ride anyway, with drops falling on his visor and sticking to his exposed neck. he would even unzip his riding jacket and let the rain wet his t-shirt. it makes him feel alive. (and later, sick.)
biker!suguru who doesn't like you sitting by yourself so makes it impossible for you, moving the bike and going back and forth, laughing and receiving your little slaps on his shoulders until you let him sit you (or he lets you sit)
biker!suguru who holds your hand when driving straight, taking it between his gloved fingers, cutely caressing and taking it to his helmet as if he was kissing it.
biker!suguru who helps you to put and take off the helmet the first times you ride, being his smile the last thing you see when closing your eyes to put it on and being his lips pressed on yours the first thing you feel when taking it off.
biker!suguru who doesn't doubt to show you how to ride when you ask him. he takes you on a couple lessons outside, quietly and calmly ordering you what to do. he trusts you enough to backpack you (but you don't trust your freshly aquired habilities with such a man behind)
biker!suguru who never arrives from a ride late. he'll always find you awake, and he doesn't want to let you go to sleep alone. he'll always make it safely on time.
biker!suguru who loves to mess with you, while riding and once done. he'll take your visor up, he'll put your hands inside his t-shirt, he'll give little taps on top of your helmet.
biker!suguru who craves shoulder massages on sunday afternoons after all the week riding and working. you'll gladly give him some, and he'll make sure to payback with cuddles (or rides.)
biker!suguru who lets all the kids try his helmet while he waits for you to exit work/uni. you'll just find the most random situations while getting closer to your boyfriend, such as a kid having trouble with the helmet's weight or another one unable to see due to puting it wrong.
biker!suguru who looks so good unzipping his riding suit and taking off the helmet you can only think of seein that exact image every evening of your life
part one here ✨
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lunaekalenda · 22 days
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biker!suguru who picks you up from work waiting on his bike, helmet resting on his hand and messy bun from riding.
biker!suguru who brings your hands back to his abs whenever you try to put them away while riding
biker!suguru who buys you a cover for your helmet that makes it look cute.
biker!suguru who holds your hands on every stop he sees, and caresses your legs on every red light.
biker!suguru who gives you his riding jacket whenever you come back from a dinner date.
biker!suguru who spends the early mornings of summer changing the motorbike's components, stained tank t-shirt and sport shorts smiling at you when you wake up.
biker!suguru who takes you to every special place he had found riding, to make new memories by your side.
biker!suguru who loves to receive your "drive safe" texts whenever he's on his way to pick you up.
biker!suguru who helps you to sit as his backpack, hands on your hips for much longer than necessary.
biker!suguru who sits back ways to look at you and refuses to turn the bike on unless you kiss him first when you arrive next to the bike.
biker!suguru who adapts his pace to your liking - not too slow, not to fast, just the exact point you enjoy.-
biker!suguru who lets you ride whenever you want, sitting as a backpack behind you and hugging your body with strong arms.
sfw part two here!!
should i make a spicy part ? (u know, bikers ughhhhh) (probs gonna make it anyway)
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lunaekalenda · 23 days
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warnings: smut, use of a controller as a toy (don't ask), fem!bodied reader, they kinda use it to get off i guess....? i don't know if this is hot or cringe af y'all tell me
satoru is so mean.
he keeps you sitting in place, face against your neck while he plays with his friends. you can hear suguru's soft commands through his earphones. his controller rests on your thighs, dangerously close to the exact place you want your boyfriend's fingers, that still move masterfully on buttons, quickly. you can hear shots and steps, as your boyfriend clicks his tongue. you move a bit on his legs, trying to get some friction, something. he has teased you during your intense make out on his gaming break and now you're supposed to sit on his lap and patiently wait for him to finish. but you can't.
"be quiet." are the only words he whispers against your skin, a big palm leaving the controller to rest on your thigh, making you stop moving. he takes it back where it belongs, before resting both hands on your thighs, controller closer to your already wet panties. "don't distract me, it'll be good for both." you don't get him until he presses the shoot button. the controller, that he presses harder against you, vibrates strongly, making you moan from the sudden pleasure that runs up your spine. satoru laughs softly as he excuses himself in front of his teammates, muting his voice and taking the headphones away with only one hand. "seems like i'll have to play a bit more harder to hear you moan so nicely again, don't i?" he takes the controller back down, the hard plastic that his hands aren't holding pressed against your pussy, until he makes it vibrate again. and again. and again.
you can't even keep your mouth shut anymore, as the interrupted vibration and the incertitude of his next shot makes you even more aroused. your hands find his neck behind your body, pressing his head agains your skin while he does it again. his kisses get wet and open-mouthed under your jaw, as he slides the plastic a bit lower against you, vibrating again, stopping, sliding back up. you can read chat bubbles on his screen, but your brain is too occupied on him to understand the words. you can only feel the vibration, his mouth against your neck, his soft approval hums, the way he's getting hard against your ass. he pauses the game before putting the controller on the table, making you pout. his hands take your legs, opening them with a sweet dance of caresses, quickly rubbing once above your wet patch, as a ghost touch. you open your legs, accommodating yourself on top of him, making him groan under your body. he takes the controller again, and excitement swirls on your tummy. using only one hand, he takes the controller between your legs, firmly pressed against both you and him. and he presses the button.
your voices mix as you moan on top of him, his voice muffled against your neck while he keeps pressing, playing with the intensity, with the stops and movements of the controller against you. satoru groans again when the vibration reaches the top intensity against your bodies, and he's quick to take it away and put the game on pause again. not letting you close your legs, he slips one hand inside your long t-shirt, directly pass your panties' waistband. his finger easily finds your wetness as you try to press against him, against his fingers. he leaves a love bite on your jaw before speaking, slow, sweet tone against your ear. "all wet. all wet for me."
suguru's "STOP WASTING BULLETS YOU FUCKER" gets lost in the screen as satoru's fingers find their spot inside you.
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lunaekalenda · 25 days
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I GOT THE STARDEW'S GOJO MOD
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lunaekalenda · 26 days
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something really attractive about the way satoru kisses you is how he hums in approval against your lips when he crashes his mouth with yours after a long day. the vibration of his voice sends chills down your spine, his hands bring you closer to his body as his lips dance on top of yours. as the kiss intensifies, so does his voice, humming, groaning, sighing when you part for air right before he captures you in a new kiss. it's addictive.
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lunaekalenda · 27 days
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Character: Eren Jaeger
Pronouns: They/Them
Date: cuddling by the fireplace at home wrapped in a blanket
Favorite Color: Pink and Black
Vibe: comfort and love
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sorry for the waiting and thanks for requesting!!
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Eren's free days aren't common, and even when yo would like to go on a little trip, take a walk to the park or have dinner at a nice restaurant, Eren prefers quiet plans that only involve you and him. First, he likes to take a bath to help his sore muscles, and he insists that you should take it with him. Pink rose petals swimming around your bodies on the bathtub and the intense smell of the soap you're using calms his mind and lets him rest under your touch, lovingly massaging his scalp under his attentive gaze. Once you're done and he has done the same for you - lovingly caressing your skin to let the soap turn to foam. - you get out of the bath and wrap the other in towels.
Eren would leave you to get dresses with a kiss before going to the kitchen. He always prepares some snacks for both of you - mostly, fruit bowls, from the tiny garden you keep near home.- Strawberries, blueberries, apples... all of them nicely cut and prepared. You help him take the bowls to the living room, where your favorite blanket waits for you. Taking you on his embrace, Eren puts the blanket above your bodies. The fire cracks in front of you as Eren's hands slowly caress up and down your body, lazily, while you tell him about the new book you're reading or the last plant you put in the garden. His hands are always on you, from your hips to your sides to your hands, his touch is always there, and, for him, it's what makes his free days so special.
Being able to spend hours by your side, hearing you laugh, seeing you smile, catching you humming that song while you make breakfast for both. Feeling your hands on his body while you bath, and getting to pull your body closer to his without having to wake up and leave you alone in bed. Those little details make his free days his favorite ones of the month.
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lunaekalenda · 27 days
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hello hello a week and a therapist session later i'm back! i'll write again until i need to take care of the post surgery of my family and hopefully i'll be back fully after that! so hi JAJAJA
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lunaekalenda · 1 month
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hey y'all. i'm sorry i didn't write anything. life's been pretty rough lately as some bad news got home. i don't know how much i'll be inactive (or if i'll write to keep myself occupied), but yeah. i'm sorry to everyone that's waiting for a request, or to anyone that was waiting to read something new. i'll try to work on something while, but it's just way too hard right now, i don't feel like doing nothing. thanks to all for understanding and see you really soon <3
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lunaekalenda · 2 months
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above from all that, i've had a crazy week and i've had some down days, but i'm feeling better and i expect to write and upload tomorrow!! starting by the eren request for my dear 🌼 (byw, noonie, how are you! i've read your post but i wanted to ask you! i wasn't sure if you wanted me to share it)
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lunaekalenda · 2 months
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girls i think i might be deeply crushed terribly into him now it's irreversible (tags for gossip)
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lunaekalenda · 2 months
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Hii! This is for the new little event, can you do Jean from aot ? My pronouns are she/they, I like darker colors, and ideal date is a shopping date, or literally just like going out, but preferably shopping and getting spoiled 🎀. I’m lwk thinking like old money aesthetic iykwim 😽 Love u
hii!! thanks for requesting!! and sorry it took me so long, i'm planning something important irl so it takes almost all my time :'). i hope you like it!!
jean kirstein and shopping date
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There's nothing Jean loves more than spoiling you. Taking you to stores, make you try on every single thing that catches your attention (or his). Clothes, jewelry, shoes, anything. He's more than happy to buy it for you, although all the material things are nothing compared to what he makes you feel. He's still sitting in front of you, on the private area of some luxury store, a champagne glass on his hands while his eyes follow the way your body turns for him. He chose that shirt, after all. He hums softly in approbation, speaking to you next, asking if you like it, if it feels comfortable to wear and if the size is correct. He always asks, always cares about you and how you're feeling, and he always solves any situation that can make you a bit uncomfortable. He asks the dependent to put all the clothes he bought you on a box, and he leaves the fitting room to let you change while he pays.
Once you're ready, after you gave the shirt you're buying to the closest shop assistant, Jean smiles widely while putting the card against the contactless spot without even checking the ticket twice. He puts the card again on his wallet while getting the bags, thanking the woman and taking your hand to exit, towards the next store.
A couple hours later, Jean's hands are full of bags as you walk towards the car, too tired even to help him leave everything on the trunk and wait for him to open the door for you. Your feet ask for some rest when you sit, taking the heels away. He lets a sweet laugh escape.
"Why didn't you get shoes?" he asks. You shake your head. You have too many shoes. Buying another pair just because the ones you're using hurt is being selfish.
Once you arrive home, Jean leaves all the bags on your wardrobe but one, a tiny bag, that he leaves on your shared bed. He sits near the bag, unbuttoning his shirt, while gesturing towards you. He wants you to open the bag.
Inside, a tiny box waits for you, with a letter on top. The words written on it are so sweet, incredibly tender.
"If the rings are made, is for you to wear them. Honor me and wear this one."
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lunaekalenda · 2 months
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aa i was so busy this past days 🥲 but i'll post the requests tomorrow!!
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lunaekalenda · 2 months
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hello! i'm also a fanfic writer and i stumbled over the little drabble you wrote about neuvilette's daughter and the melusines!
i was wondering if i could write something inspired by that? of course, i'll tag and credit you if you wish!
hii!! as long as you credit or give a link to my work, it's totally alright!! i'm glad it got to inspire you, and i'll check your works so expect me on your notes ☺️ thanks for asking!! <3 have a nice day!
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lunaekalenda · 2 months
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Character: any jjk character, whichever one you think would fit best!
Pronouns:she/her
Date: ice skating (I’m a figure skater who surprisingly doesn’t go on ice skating dates too often)
Fav color: I’m not too picky but I like pinks, purples, and blues
hii <3 thank you so much for participating! here's your date <3 i really hope you like it <3
suguru geto and ice skating date
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Suguru's love type is acts of service. That's why you don't get surprised when he kneels in front of you to tie your skates for you. He knows you're capable, and he knows you can do it, but , after all, he likes to show his love through actions, and that's why he's still kneeling, lovingly tying together the ribbons of your skate. It's starting to snow on the city, and Suguru, as a Valentine's gift, bought tickets for the new ice ring at the city square, between pink tulips and plushies. At the ring, the snow starts to fall slowly while the comforting noise of skates gliding above ice reaches your ears. He stands up, smiling at you, before offering a hand. "Should we enter?"
Taking his hand and gifting him a smile, you nod, following Suguru towards the entrance of the ring. As soon as your feet feels the known sensation of being on ice, your body moves by itself, under the attentive gaze of a slippery Suguru, who clings to the railing with his eyes fixed on you. On the way you move, on the way your body seems in harmony with the skates. He smiles for himself, and anyone who looked at him would know how deep his love for you is. How much he likes you, and how intensely he treasures you. Going back to the spot where he is, Suguru smiles widely. "Come, let's do a couple rounds together."
And there, skating hand by hand, under the late snow of February, you realize how magical is it. To be able to share something you love with someone you love. Facing him and braking your skates, you smile. You smile widely, truthfully, towards him. And he kisses you. He kisses you with the snow falling on you, with people skating around your figures, with tenderness and warmth, with his hands cupping your cheeks and his body leaning against yours. He parts with a smile, his nose red from the cold as the megaphone announces the end of your skating turn. He takes your hand again.
"What do you think of finishing our date at home? Maybe we can get some hot chocolate from the store you like. We can watch a movie, cuddle on the couch, maybe do something together and enjoy a hot drink." your hand squeezes his while you nod.
"Sounds amazing, Suguru."
love spells event rules
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