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🧡❤️Dating Your Enemy's Sibling

*part of the reverse trope series*

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader Genre: Fluff/Humor/SMAU Summary: How to get under your enemy/rival's skin? Charles answer was to start dating his younger sister. But now, he's glad he found love along the way. He only had to tell Max about the relationship when you won a race. That's won't be any time soon though . . . right?

*in honor of Lando's first win - here's this next installment of Reverse Tropes! I know that Max and Charles really aren't enemies. Maybe I should have done like a Pierre and Esteban thing, but I don't write for them. So here we go and please enjoy!*

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Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.

Predestined rivals, written in the stars, invisible string, yada-yada-yada.

Putting it simply, Charles had an apt for pissing Max off and vice-versa. The world thought they would kill each other in karting, especially after the 2012 incident. The population sighed in relief when Max was taken from F3 and put in a Formula 1 car, while Charles took a bit longer.

And then Charles made it to Formula 1 in 2018. However, he was put in a HAAS, a car that was not really made to play with the other cars in the front of the pack. The earth was saved yet another year.

Well, until 2019 when Charles suddenly became the “It Boy” for the Prancing Horse. Meaning, that he could finally go back to terrorizing the grid and Max. But with terrorizing the grid came loads of trouble and hatred.

And more pissing off your rival.

Charles seethed on the podium as he listened to the Dutch national anthem and watched Max point to the stupid “H” on his race suit. He held in a scoff. At least the Ferrari logo was much better looking than that.

It wasn’t fair. He had the racing line and Max pushed him off. If his mind wandered, it would go back to a certain kart race back in 2012 where he pulled the same move. But that didn’t count because the race has already finished. Charles would have rather been disqualified instead of having to go through the torture of being up on the podium in second.

First loser as they call it.

The Monegasque driver held no happiness in his body as Max started spraying his winner’s champagne. Charles just picked up his bottle and drank it.

Still wasn’t as sweet as victory champagne would be.

He deliberately separated himself from Max as they stood for a picture. The visible gap made it much more hilarious for everyone around them.

When the festivities finished, he hightailed it out of there, just wanting to avoid the Dutchman presence. Charles sighed loudly as he walked back to the garage, definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone.

“Charlie!

The Monegasque stopped in his tracks, annoyance almost wracking his entire being. Can people just let him wallow in defeat? He straightened his shoulders and turned around, PR smile plastered on his face. However, the very fake smile turned into a real one when he noticed that you were almost jogging to catch up with him.

Y/n Verstappen.

You had always been a part of his childhood. Where Max was, you were one step behind him, following him in your small racing overalls. He remembered how little you always seemed compared to your brother. But size didn’t matter on the karting course.

Most of the time, the two boys found themselves trying to shake you off and others were behind your kart, picking up the dirt that you sent their way. And that’s why Charles put your name down as recommendations for his Prema seat after he won the championship in 2017. Because of him, you were able to graduate to Formula 2 and were on the track to make a debut in Formula 1 in the coming years.

“Hey Y/n,” Charles said softly, still not in the mood to really talk to anyone. But for you, he’d always make an exception. And he was supposed to fly back with you and Max, something he was still dreading.

You look at the Monegasque with sympathy. Charles wasn’t able to find any type of pity in your blue eyes (that matched Max’s).

Your brows furrowed as to talked to him. “What Max did wasn’t the right way to race. But Formula 1 is getting more and more competitive.”

The man, er boy, wanted to huff. He did not need this conversation from you. He almost turned around, but the next few sentences stopped him from making any motions.

“Charlie, you’ve always found ways to beat him. If he wants to play like this, then you just have to give him a taste of his medicine, get under his skin. Do what you always do and somehow get around him.”

He cocked his head, before his eyes lit up.

Get under his skin.

You watched as Charles’s eyes filled up with some light, making the green in them really shine. You could almost see ideas concocting in his head.

Charles went to say something, but was interrupted by his team principle. He swerved to respond before he turned back to you. There was a glint in his eyes that you really couldn’t put a finger on.

His took a deep breath before asking, “Do you want to maybe get dinner with me?”

Your eyes widened. Sure, the Monegasque was very attractive, but those were not the words that you were expecting to come out of his mouth.

Oh.

Now you got it.

Your facial expressions melted a bit, eyes pointed toward the ground as you kicked at it. Your arms crossed as you huffed.

“Using me for gain over my brother wasn’t what I was meaning Charles. I was thinking more like unfollow him on social media while we’re on the plane or something.”

The harsh “Ch” that began his name had him wincing. Like your brother, you had a small lisp which normally softened the two consonants to the point where his name sounded like it was supposed to be. And what was “Charles?” You rarely ever called him that, choosing to pick the more boyish nickname.

Although, your idea about Instagram wasn’t a bad one.

Charles looked a bit guilty as he scratched the back of his head. He honestly was endeared by you and your determination to never give up. He found you, well, cute. You were still 19, younger than him by a bit more than three years.

But if you were cute back in 2012 hanging on to Max’s wet overalls after the puddle, and you were cute now trying to console him instead of celebrating your brother’s victory, you would still be cute in the following years.

He sighed, knowing that he had to leave soon or he was going to get an earful from Sebastian for being late to yet another meeting. The Ferrari driver stepped forward a bit, getting closer to you. He looked down at his helmet before looking back to your eyes.

“When I win and when I beat your brother, then can I take you out to dinner?”

You mulled over the question in your head.

If he beat Max before you went out with him, then that meant that he was actually genuine and wasn’t using it to his gain. You also smirked, knowing that indeed it would piss Max off whenever he found out. Your position as an annoying younger sister would still be intact and possibly stronger.

You held out your hand, which Charles took in an instant.

“Deal Leclerc.”

“Deal Verstappen.”

When Charles took the top step in Spa, pride filled his chest when he noticed Max’s glare at him. He had beaten the Dutchman at his home race. Albeit, it was a DNF for Max, but a win either way. He swayed back and forth as his national anthem played and then sang quietly along with the Italian anthem. Deep in his heart, he knew the true weight of the win.

For Anthoine.

He knew somewhere he made his French friend proud. Just like Jules. And Just like Papa.

Charles watched down below as you looked like you could hardly keep a smirk off your face. And it was bad too as you stood next to Max, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there below Charles.

The Monegasque raised his eyebrows when you locked eyes. You just hoped that Max wouldn’t catch on that he was staring right at you. Thankfully, you were right next to a Ferrari manager, so Max could guess that Charles was looking at him.

When the winner finally got ready, you were waiting outside his garage.

“Hi,” you whispered, putting your phone away. Charles didn’t verbally respond, but he wrapped his arms around you. You melted in his arms, still smelling a bit of the champagne in his hair.

He looked down at you.

“Are you ready for dinner?”

Your eyes held a playful glint. “I hope you chose a good restaurant Leclerc.”

He scoffed, keeping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you turned to leave. “Only the best Verstappen.”

The dinner went really well, but you weren’t expecting it to be a continual thing.

And then Charles won in Monza the next week, and he once again asked you to dinner. And once again, the Monegasque set expectations higher than you every imagined. You were saddened when Charles wasn’t able to win any more races while your brother seemed to get better and better each race.

You could only giggle while you watched them still avoid each other in Singapore.

But, the dinners turned into texting, and texting turned to other dates, and dates turned into dating, and dating turned into a relationship, and the relationship turned into an almost five year commitment that you or Charles weren’t planning to end soon.

The relationship saw your brother become a world champion in 2021, Charles becoming a world champion in 2022, and you joining the grid as a rookie for McLaren after a disastrous attempt for an Alpine seat.

Charles had been furious and Max had almost found out about the relationship. The two of you were still scared that Max might hold some coldness for the past. But when he called Charles “Charlie,” the special nickname that you had for him, you thought that it might be a good idea to tell him.

“But mon ange, he will run me off the track if he finds out,” Charles whined into your stomach as you played with his hair before the Miami Grand Prix.

You rolled your eyes and tugged at the strands. “No he won’t. You have to worry about your teammate doing that to you instead.”

Another whine left Charles making you giggle.

“At least you’re starting on the front row. I have to start P5! Oscar has been making fun of me all weekend.”

The Aussie had been such a God send for you during your rookie season. The elder by a few months had taken you under his wing. The two of you had been so close to a win last year, and with the upgrades this weekend, you were sure that you or him would start on the front row.

And then you had to be hit during the sprint, which didn’t help the mechanics in the hours before the race quali. That in turn made your car feel weird and P5 was the best you could do. Maybe Charles was secretly transferring his unluckiness into you.

The Monegasque turned his head to look you in the eyes. You smiled as you leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

“We’ll tell him when I win a race. How about that?”

Charles knew that you were just unlucky as he was when it came to winning a race. Last year, you had been close in Spa, but a rouge rainstorm saw you spinning out on the second to last lap. Austin you had pole, but Max fought you on into turn one, making you go wide. You never saw your brother after the first lap as you fell down the grid. Charles held you each night as you cried.

The red-clad-driver sat up and held your head in his hands. “You’ll win soon enough. Maybe not this weekend because I don’t have any time to prepare.”

You laughed and just brought him in to a kiss. There was literally no way you could win this weekend. Beating Max Verstappen with pole from P5 on a track that he had a 100% win rate at?

Impossible.

Charles thought he was going to cry as he crossed the line in P3. From you winning or having to tell your bother that he defiled his baby sister, he didn’t know.

What he did know was that he was going to get out of his car and congratulate you immediately. What were the odds that you won on the anniversary of the stupid inchident, the first time that Charles had ever seen you with Max.

(And yes, he did remember the anniversary but didn’t want to bring it up.)

You, however, were frozen in your car. You took some deep breaths as you took the steering wheel off, stood up a bit, bent to put it back on, and straightened, holding your pointer finger up. Your fists clenched as you raised them, automatically hearing the crowds roar when you waved.

A tug on your sleeve brought you down into Max’s arms. You were a bit disappointed that it wasn’t Charles, but that would be too obvious.

“YOU DID IT!” Max yelled in your ear, well, your helmet as you hadn’t taken the neon thing off yet.

You really didn’t want people to see the tear stains on your face. But right now, you’d just stay in the protection of your brother’s arms. When he let go of you, he lifted your visor, twin eyes meeting yours.

“You did such an amaz-”

“I’m dating Charles.”

Blink.

You took the moment of a frozen Max to turn to your team. You looked over your shoulder to see that the Dutchman was still stuck in his place as you got farther and farther away. You grimaced, knowing what was to come if Max and Charles met at any time when you weren’t there.

An arm around your shoulders brought you out of your head. The light blue caught your eyes, signaling that it was Charles. He patted your shoulders, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. You did feel a bit of pressure move your helmet, so he must have quickly smushed his face into the black swirls. A helmet kiss if you would guess.

You wanted to turn around to warn him of the imminent danger that was waiting for him in the form of Max Verstappen, but you were led away before you could.

Your fears immediately went away though when your eyes finally landed on your team. Helmet thrown to the ground, you made the decision to throw yourself at them as well. Your laughs could be heard as your mechanics lifted you higher as everyone seemed to want to congratulate you for their first win since Monza 2021, which you weren’t even on the team then.

When Charles stepped into the cooldown room, he could feel the awkwardness. It also didn’t help that Max was glaring at him from the corner. Charles was a bit worried. He thought that Max was fine with him now after they had both sort of mended their weird friendship during 2023.

He turned to you as you walked in, all sweaty.

Charles still thought you looked very pretty.

“Eyes off Leclerc.”

Charles froze in his place and looked between the siblings. He looked at you, then Max, then you, and then Max again. You winced, not looking him in the eyes. Realization flooded his body and he thought for a moment he was going to pass out.

“Mon Dieu.”

“We will be talking after this,” Max pointed, drinking from his water bottle, not taking his eyes off Charles.

When you were called to the little Jeeps, you quickly got into the bright pink Barbie-esque looking one, still buzzing from your win. Even if the two men behind you had put a damper on it.

Charles’s eyes only fixed on one of the cars, not even seeing the third one behind the second. He climbed right in, eyes closed as he sat down. However, his eyes shot open when the car tilted and a thigh was touching his. He gulped rather loudly, refusing to look to his right.

This was Vegas all over again.

Max kept his voice low. “When did it start?”

“2019. After Austria.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to get to know her more.”

“What was the reason Charles?”

The Monegasque sighed as he ran his hand over his face. “I was angry at you and wanted to get back at you somehow.”

He knew he was about to be punched on live television, but he continued hoping for redemption.

“But, I knew that was wrong. We didn’t even go out until Spa. And then again in Monza. And then it just happened.”

He turned to look directly at Max, knowing that he only had a few more moments before they had to go out onto the podium.

“Max I love your sister. I have the ring and everything. We’ve been happy for 5 years and have made it work. Please, she’s really all the good I have left. I would throw everything away for her. And-”

Max’s laughs stopped him from continuing. The Dutchman slapped a hand on Charles’s thigh, making him wince a bit.

The Red Bull driver’s eyes were crinkled with a smile as they pulled up to the parking spot.

“Just keep her happy, or I will run you off the track.”

“Y/n! I told you he’d threaten me!”

“Max!”

“Oh come on I did not!”

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nothing beats a podium with me on the top step surrounded by my boys 💙🧡❤️

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muzanswaifu · 1 year

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A Step Ahead

Yandere! Tomioka x Fem! Reader

18+

After celebrating New Year's in the city with your friends, it's time to go home for the night. A man is behind you. What will you do?

This is a game I've come up with where I will provide you with a couple paragraphs of story then give you choices for what actions the reader takes next. The winner of the poll will be the next section of the story the I will give you guys the next round of choices until the fanfic is concluded. Smut will occur at some point. Please join!

Warnings: Yandere, Smut later on

“We’ll see you later!”

“Yeah, see ya!”

You slowly turned away from them, walking down the busy street toward the eastern exit, passing several parade mascots and prancing dancers covered head to toe in loud clothing. The New Year’s Festival was always busy, but this year seemed to be especially popular, almost twice the amount of people than usual. You also were only visiting the city to visit friends and celebrate, but it just seemed so strange that everything was so crowded. Lines were longer for games and food couldn’t be made fast enough. You nearly didn’t stay long enough for the fireworks due to such overstimulation but with some pestering and blackmail by your friends, you bore through it long enough.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even want to spend so long in the city tonight. If you were up to you, you all would have gone to the festival, played a couple games, ate some food, watched a stage play, then gone back to someone’s home to lie around and gossip. But the ladies insisted you stay out all night, fooling around and even flirting with some boys that your fathers most certainly wouldn’t have approved of you talking to. It’s not that you minded too much being out and about, but it’s just… not what you had in mind for tonight specifically. You’ve been quite a bit anxious as of late, something felt off. You couldn’t point it out just yet, but the hair rising along your nape whispered cautions into your ear like a prophecy. It felt as if something were to go wrong at some point, so might as well quit while you were ahead.

Unfortunately, you didn’t live in the city like your friends. Your parents still had their residence in a nearby small village and as much as you would’ve liked to have moved out by now, you simply couldn’t afford it. Your job at the shop didn’t pay enough, you weren’t in a relationship, much less did you have a husband, and you just weren’t ready to leave home yet. Mother was pregnant again, much to your displeasure as you had grown quite tired of having so many siblings, and she needed help around the house that the others couldn’t provide. Your two older brothers were already moved out of the house doing their own things and your oldest sister gone and married. You were the oldest in the house now and that came with responsibilities. Mother nearly hadn’t let you come out tonight until Father convinced her to let you be young while you still could. Despite having turned eighteen all that time ago, he still treated you like a little girl. That had its perks fortunately.

Unfortunately it had its cons as well - curfews. You were leaving now and would still be late, but one could argue that was better than not at all. You would get a talking to at most. But the walk itself was a punishment in itself. The road to the village hadn’t been paved by the city yet due to its lack of popularity. Not many people traveled to and fro so it hadn’t become a priority. The wood was still thick this way of town, and despite the wildlife being marginally safe, the fear of the unknown was a danger more fearsome. You’d yet to experience an actual life threatening experience, but you hated to jinx it. The gravel was as coarse as ever, threatening your ankle with a twist and providing the soles of your shoes with a challenge. Save for the sparse lanterns lighting the path, darkness was smothering you and sending shocks of nervousness up your spine. Had it not been for the fireworks filling the area with light every few minutes, you might’ve turned back and begged one of your friends to let you spend the night.

The walk was relatively silent, a trill here and there from squirrels and rabbits but nothing too frightening. What was really bothering you was the crackling of branches and fallen leaves behind you. The sound seemed misplaced compared to its siblings to the left and right of you. That combined with the chill had you increasing your pace, desperate to get home and crawl into your warm, cozy bed already. The sounds quickened. You gasped.

A firework broke off just as you turned, light filling in the gaps between the trees and setting off a bomb of clarity to your surroundings.

There was a man behind you...

His vision disappeared far quicker than it came, the light only temporary as you were yet again accompanied by questions. You didn’t see much, he was several yards away and taller you think, dark and messy hair. He could’ve been a mile away, short, and bright and you still would’ve been afraid. Who the hell trails behind someone like that in the dark? Unless… he was following you...

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3-dsimp · 1 year

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Monster rule 101 pt2: Always get along with the Scarecrow

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Scarecrow! Hawks x fem farmer! reader

Cw: Humiliation, impact play, degradation, NFSW, monsterfuxking, exhibitionism, creampie, breeding, praise, fingering,

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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It was a joyous Halloween night.

The children were prancing with delight at their collection of sweet treasure. While the parents took pictures to commemorate their night out round the neighborhood.

While you were out in about getting ready to be dicked down by the sexy scarecrow.

“Why dontcha present that sweet ass of yours for me like a good girl”

Keigo crooned, as he tapped his unnatural girthy shaft against the top of your forehead with a sleazy grin. Loving the view of you being tainted by his thick seed.

“Make me strawboy”

You huffed, as you began to wipe away the cum he defiled you with.

Now that you had some clarity of mind you thought coherently that even if you were out in the open there would be a low chance of you being spotted in the dark of night within the maze of cornfields.

Also if he tried to grab anyone’s attention which would be somewhat difficult as everyones currently occupied with the festivities going on. You’d just have to make sure to get the hell outta dodge which was easy given your athletic physic meant for doing a hard days of farm work.

Sure you felt a bit guilty for moving him against his will from his rightful post. But you refused to be led by the nose any longer especially not from a man whose job was to keep the crows away from your crops.

“Oh would you look at this cheeky farmer slut acting up.”

He hummed, amused and heavily turned on by your defiant antics. Damn you really knew how to get a scarecrow all riled up. Didn’t you know that being bratty is a major turn on for him?

“Not too long ago you were on your knees sucking my cock like a fresh whore but now you wanna act up, sweet thing?”

Just gazing into your defiant glare paired along with those full pouty dick sucking lips of yours was a killer combination. That only made him get harder than physically possible given his straw like constitution.

God he could get off just by looking at your beautiful face alone. And the urge to wank out yet another orgasm all over your face to make sure his balls didn’t back up with excess sperm batter was resurfacing.

But that wouldn’t be fun, he wanted to break you down. Make you cry and get you so addicted to his cock that you’d never get tired of worshipping and indulging in his seed.

“ I guess I’ll just have to slam my dick up inside that disobedient hole of yours and knock some sense into ya don’t I?”

Keigo sneered with a mean smirk plastered on his flushed face exposing his pent up arousal for you.

You knew from your previous experience that the scarecrow was unusually strong but you didn’t expect was for him to snatch you up by your kinky curls and steal your breath away. He was relentless in making sure that you didn’t have the time to recuperate from him passionately meshing his ravenous chapped lips against yours. Savoring the taste of your sweet lips with a flicker of his tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

Failing to recognize his rough hands avidly undressing you from your overalls exposing your skin to the cold autumn breeze. He continued to make out with you in tandem with his wondering fingers trying to find the source of wet heat that radiated from your aroused cunt only to swipe two fingers up against your mound.

“Mmh!”

you moaned in surprise as he continued to rub up and down against your moistened slit. Whilst biting your lip in order to have your mouth open so he can take the chance to do the devils tango with your tongue. Tightening the grip around your waist whenever you’d start to squirm from when he began to ease his fingers into you pushing the fabric of your lacy underwear deep inside your wet cunt.

“ Damn your pussy really wants to be filled huh? Squeezing my fingers so tightly. Shit, Ya wanna milk my dick that badly lil miss farmer?”

” Mmh As if your strawy dick ahn- it’d snap under the pressure”

“You wanna bet princess?”

Keigo purred into your ear his patience thinning the more he fantasizes about how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick. Gaining a good grip on your panties he decided to forcibly remove it from your person eliciting a beautiful whimper falling from your lips.

Not being able to contain his freverent excitement he lightly pushed you to the ground onto your back quickly caging you within his arms. Leaving you exposed to golden hawk like eyes that looked down at you in a sinful manner.

Damn did he know how to get a farmer girl weak in the knees. You couldn’t help but swoon from how devilishly handsome he looked licking his lips as he stared at you like you were his last meal on death row.

“What cat got your tongue baby? It’s a little too soon to be so distracted I need all your attention on me”

He nipped at your velvety skin grabbing the fat of your thick thighs as he propped them up on his shoulders shuffling his pelvis to interlock with yours so he could slide his heavy cock against the slick dripping from your clenching hole.

He teased the fat mushroom tip up and down your second pair of lips. Rubbing in his thick pre against the gaping pink flesh of your pussy that was spread open by his two thick nimble fingers which resembled a v shape.

As much as he wanted to get his dick covered in the honey like substance being produced by your sweet love canal. He wasn’t going to do anything until you starting acting like his proper farmer slut.

“W-what’s wrong strawboy you got cold feet?”

you scoffed.

Trying to act as if you were still the one in control when in actuality the heat from the previous romp in the cornfields. Left you yearning for more despite your brain telling you to run away from the animated scarecrow. That oddly resembled more of a man made of flesh than a man made of straw.

”Oh baby I’d love nothing more than to be buried deep to the hilt inside your needy dripping cunt…”

He whispered huskily into your neck.

“But I have no intention of fucking a spoiled brat who can’t even ask me nicely for what she so desperately needs.”

You reeled from his bold remark with a low whine bubbling from your throat. As he continued to tease and prod at your winking hole and use his other hand to stimulate your budding clit.

Keigo bit his lip in concentration with every slight push of his plump tip dipping cruelly in but not all the way inside of your wavering cunt. Fuck just pressing his cockhead against your hole was gonna make him blow his load. The slick sounds of his lewd ministrations were replaying like a broken record in your head.

Oh how you wanted him to scratch that aggravating itch he planted deep within your heated molten core. But would your pride allow you to stoop so low as to beg the cocky scarecrow to fuck you into oblivion?

Yes, yes it would.

It was almost as if the both of y’all were in the midst of losing your minds. However, you were the first to break as you grabbed at his ratty clothes to look up at him with pleading teary eyes. While grinding haphazardly up into his evading cock.

”P-please..”

”Please what sweetheart?”

”P-please fuck me! I need it! I need your dick inside me right now-“

Before you could even finish your pleas Keigo roughly locked his lips with yours. pushing his tongue inside to taste every inch of that pretty mouth that had once swallowed his seed. Before he pulled back briefly with a loud smack to give you a look full of adoration and love.

”That’s my good girl”

He rasped before pulling his hips back to shoving his throbbing shaft deep inside your gushing cunt. The amount of force he used made all the air from your lungs evaporate into a wordless scream. You could literally feel him in your stomach his dick imprint becoming alarmingly present as you looked down between your conjoined bodies.

Pounding into you as if he couldn’t contain the primal need to ravage you with his cock over and over again. Using your lovely whorish moans as fuel to keep pumping his hips into your soaking heat. Whiling enjoying the view of you bending to his will breasts bouncing wonderfully as tears of exhilaration ran down your face as you finally started getting fucked for all of what your worth.

” You feel so good wrapped around me fuck I’ve been waiting for you for so long to come to this farm I’m glad the wait was worth it.”

He murmured softly to himself as he began to grope and tweak at the dark areoles of your full tits that bounced at every thrust of his hips. His long deep strokes kept you on the precipice of a long awaited climax feeling his thickened pre cum fill you up in ways you never imagined.

”Yes that’s it keep taking my cock just like that sweetness I need to fill you up real good to make up for all the times I haven’t been able too.”

As Keigo continued to punish your overstimulated cunt into completion a puddle of fluids collected from beneath your connected bodies. Which mainly consists of the leakage of thick pre cum and your juices. Making it all the more apparent to hear the wet audible smack of his balls against the fat of your ass.

How long has it been when the two of you starting fucking like wild animals? Cuz as of right now you could barely remain conscious with how much cum he bullied into your tight walls.

“N-no more…ish too muchh”

You slurred. While Keigo was humping his 3rd recent load into your puffy cunt from behind since he had half the mind to manhandle you into the doggy position because he figured you were uncomfortable being flat on your back pumped to the brim of his gunky seed.

”Shhh you’ve been sucha good girl for me I’m almost done. I just need ta make sure that you’re full to the brim of me baby”

Like a madman possessed he was obsessed with emptying out his breeder balls into his pretty farmer girl until nothing was left. Leaving your skin marred with love bites and hickeys. He managed to find purchase on your love handles to ram in his meat within the depths of your cunny kissing the head of your overfilled cervix with an oncoming wave of his baby batter.

“Shit Imma cum, imma cum inside your slutty pussy ahh fuck here it comes! Take it all!”

Keigo groaned loudly as he slumped over you. Your legs had given out awhile ago so he had to hoist you up by your hips to rut further against your rump. Making sure all the cum threatening to overflow is plugged in throughly within your overused snatch.

Wrapping his arms around your middle he pulled you up into his lap to lay against his chest. Your head falling back into the crook of his neck with a peaceful expression. Smiling softly at your soft snores Keigo brushed his lips against your cheek in a faux kiss.

”I think we’ll get along just fine my cute lil farmer”

#hawks x reader #keigo x reader #hawks smut #bhna x black reader #bhna smut #scarecrow! hawks #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #keigo x y/n #keigo x you #bhna x reader #bhna x you #keigo smut #yandere imagines #yandere hawks #yandere keigo #mha smut #hawks x female reader

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atruththatyoudeny · 1 year

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Happy 28th! I haven’t read much this month but when I had time I spent it in Cleveland with the ‘Cleveland Spiders’ and @sunflouwerhabit‘s MLB fics. I didn’t finish Down the Line last month and so it’s on both this and last month’s fic rec. Please don’t be deterred by the Baseball themes, I can assure you that I had not a f..ine clue about Baseball and came to love this fic universe SO much.

Here is the Down the Line universe:

Down the Line | sunflouwerhabit | [280k] “I hate all of you.” Louis’ cheeks flush. “You better watch yourself or Wootton is gonna release an article claiming all of our woes are a direct result of a serious Mario Kart addiction. He’s already got an insider ready to tell him Niall prances around the clubhouse pretending to be Yoshi.” Some of the boys chuckle, but Louis’ heart nearly stops when a honk sounds from second base. Everyone turns in that direction and Harry fucking Styles slaps a hand over his own mouth, as if trying to muffle the fact that he’s a motherfucking Siren. Louis stares. He wasn’t… it really wasn’t that funny? He couldn’t possibly be laughing at Louis, right? He… What? “Sorry,” Styles gasps. His shoulders shake as those dimples, which have had blogs and articles and entire columns dedicated to them, bloom. “Sorry…" Louis hates him. Louis hates him. Louis hates him. ~~~ OR: Star shortstop Louis Tomlinson only finds solace between the white-chalk lines of a baseball diamond, until Harry Styles- the absolute bane of his existence and (probably) the worst pitcher in Major League Baseball- becomes an overnight sensation in the city Louis calls home.

Swear to be Overdramatic (and True) | sunflouwerhabit | [6k] “It’s really sweet that you two are such good friends.” In the time it takes their interviewer’s words to resonate, Harry manages a grand total of three thoughts: Um…? Oh? What? He’s just recovered enough to think in complete sentences ("he can’t be fucking serious," and "what the actual fuck?" the most pressing and the most prominent) when his group of friends- and Louis- unfreeze. Louis, with his arm still wrapped around Harry’s waist, openly gapes. To his left, Zayn and Niall sound distinctly like a pair of hyenas. “Oh, right,” Niall chokes out between laughs. “Yes. They’re really the definition of laddy-dude-bro-pals. Absolutely. The broiest bros I’ve ever met. A couple of lads being dudes. Elite homies.” “A couple of besties,” Zayn insists. “I heard sometimes they even share a bed or something. To keep each other warm. It’s so sweet. Their broship is so pure.” ~~~ OR: In the midst of Major League Baseball's All Star festivities, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are interviewed by a reporter who can't seem to take a hint.

Down the Line (The Drabbles) | sunflouwerhabit | [158k] Louis squeezes Harry’s hand. They step over the threshold together and everything is as it’s meant to be. “Hey, Lou?” “Yeah?” “Down the line.” The chandeliers paint Louis’ expression- his smile, his fond- in a white light. Different hues glitter across the features Harry has memorized, the ones he loves so, so much, and he’s very much awe-struck; still as breathless as he was the day he saw this boy for the very first time. “Down the line, baby.” ~~~ Drabbles, one-shots, short stories- often told out of order- from the Down the Line universe, detailing every chapter of Louis and Harry's love story (and promising fun, warmth, and devotion along with it). They really do just adore each other so, so much.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #monthly fic recs #my reads #larry fics #completed fics

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Lammas tide

Gerlion/book Geraskier with a trans masc Dandelion. Soft, supportive Geralt. Vulnerable Dandelion.

For Witcher Summer Capm 2022 prompt, party. (@witchersummercamp)

Tw: mild body dysphoria and discussion of gender surgery, magic style.

Can also be read on AO3.

Lammas festivals might be Geralt’s favorite time of the year. Good food, decent ale, and people in good cheer. Dandelion is enjoying himself too, preening under the attention his performance is getting.

Geralt had been getting worried about him. He’s been moody lately and silent to the point of being taciturn, so unlike his usual verbose and cheery self. No amount of prompting from Geralt had been able to get the poet to talk about what was bothering him.

But not tonight. Tonight Dandelion is his usual self, impetuous, loud, and shining so bright he dazzles everyone around him.

Geralt too as he sits on the bench along one of the long tables, slowly sipping an ale as he watches his lover prance about, doing what he loves the most, bespell his audience. His belly is pleasantly full, his back heated by the last lingering rays of the setting sun and on the pleasant side of tipsy. For once he’s utterly at peace with the world.

“Enjoying yourself, Master Witcher?”

Geralt looks up at the speaker, a very comely, young woman. She has a curvy build and long, dark blonde hair, that hangs loosely down her back, in becoming ringlets.

“Yes, very much miss...”

“Irina,” she replies, sitting down next to him and putting one hand on his arm. “Just call me Irina.”

Geralt hides a wry smile by taking another swig of ale, using the movement to surreptitiously pull his arm from Irina’s grasp.

It isn’t hard to guess what she wants; he’s been subjected to this song and dance too many times in his life to miss the queues. She either wants the daring tales of his exploits directly from him or she’s looking for a conquest for the night.

Unfortunately for her he’s not in the mood to tell stories and the only one whose company he wants tonight is currently strutting about on the small stage the village has put up for the celebration. So he quickly drains his mug and excuses himself under the pretext of looking for a refill. But instead of doing so he drops off his mug by the keg and disappears around behind the cottages and out of sight, hoping Irina isn’t determined enough to chase him.

The sun has almost set, the sky now crimson at the horizon and fading through magenta and violet to black above his head. The first stars have begun to show.

Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight.

The lines come unbidden to Geralt’s mind and he grimaces.

Ridiculous superstition.

All the same, he closes his eyes and thinks: Dandelion.

Though it isn’t like he doesn’t already have him, but Geralt desperately wants to keep him. The warmth and vibrance Dandelion has filled his life with is something he doesn’t want to lose.

Shaking his head and sighing to himself he tries to banish the whole silly thing from his mind.

He stays where he is and watches the sky until it is completely black.

“Oh, this is where you’re hiding away,” Dandelion interrupts his quiet musings. “I thought you might have squirreled away with a village beauty in some little love nest.”

“Not tonight.”

“No? Why not. The blonde one certainly seemed willing enough.”

So Dandelion had seen that.

“Not interested.”

He grabs hold of Dandelion’s hand and pulls him close, cupping his ass with his hands.

“Just one person I want,” Geralt says with a grin.

Between the moonlight and the light coming from the village square, there’s more than enough illumination for both of them to see and Geralt sees quite clearly how Dandelion’s face shutters off as he squirms out of Geralt’s grip, leaving Geralt to feel a cold stab of fear in his chest.

“Let us go back to the festivities,” Dandelion says, a note of false cheer in his voice.

For an instant Geralt almost lets him. Almost. But Dandelion’s recent silence and distance make him move. He seizes hold of Dandelion’s shoulder and spins him back to face him again.

“Dandelion, what’s wrong?”

There is a moment, an eternity, of silence before Dandelion replies.

“Nothing. There’s nothing wrong. I just want to get back to the party.”

It is still there, that false cheerfulness.

Geralt shakes his head.

“There is something,” he insists. “There’s been something for a while. Something you’re not telling me. Talk to me.”

Dandelion shrinks, his shoulders hunching forward and his head lowering, and Geralt can feel how his stomach shrivels up at the sight.

“Are you getting tired?” he asks, the words heavy on his tongue. “Of us?”

‘Of me?’

Has he asked too much of Dandelion? Clung too hard to a man who so values his freedom and autonomy? Or has his own detached way become too much for the passionate poet?

Dandelion starts up straight, thunderstruck.

“What? No!”

Dandelion pulls him close, tangling his fingers in Geralt’s hair, and holds on tightly.

Geralt wraps his arms around Dandelion and relishes the nearness and the firm feeling of the poet’s hands in his hair.

“Where did you get such a preposterous idea, darling?” Dandelion asks.

Geralt shrugs. The fear might be illogical, but Dandelion being silent about anything is so out of character for him.

“Then what is it that’s been eating you?” Geralt presses.

Dandelion sighs.

“Do we have to do this tonight?” he asks.

“Why not tonight?”

“Because... this isn’t easy.” Dandelion loosens his grip and looks away, out into the dark. “And you’re not the only one who's afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?” Geralt asks softly.

Dandelion traces a finger over the top of Geralt’s shoulder, not looking directly at him.

“If I... changed myself, my body, would you still love me?” Dandelion asks.

“Changed how?”

Dandelion disentangles himself from Geralt’s embrace.

“You know that magic can make permanent alterations to a body?”

Geralt nods and almost smiles. How could a witcher not know that? But the serious tone in Dandelion’s voice swallows any mirth he might feel.

“That some mages will perform such magic for pay? And that... that I’m not happy with how my body looks on its own?” Dandelion concludes, gesturing to his chest.

Geralt nods again. He knows this too, how much his breasts bother Dandelion, even now that the specially designed vest Geralt made for him presses them flat without pain or too much discomfort.

“I’ve found a mage who would perform such magic and I thought-”

Dandelion’s voice breaks, his words turning to silence as he hugs himself tightly.

“When had you thought to do this?” Geralt asks, putting a hand on the small of Dandelion’s back and rubbing it in soothing circles.

“In the fall, after we part. That will give me the winter to recover.”

There are risks to that kind of magic but as impulsive and impetuous Dandelion can be he has clearly given this a lot of thought and Geralt has no doubt he’s thought them through thoroughly.

“Would you like me to stay with you this winter? So you won’t have to go through it alone?” Geralt offers. “I doubt it’ll be very pleasant.”

Dandelion stares at him, a small gasp escaping his lips, tears forming in his eyes as he looks at Geralt.

Geralt gently cups his face.

“Dandelion, I only want you happy. Nothing that makes you happier could ever make me love you less.”

His breath shaking as tears flow freely from his eyes, Dandelion hugs Geralt tightly.

Geralt gently wraps his arms around Dandelion, caressing his back with one hand.

“Did you mean it? That you would stay with me over winter?” Dandelion asks, his voice muffled against Geralt’s shoulder once his tears subside.

“Yes.”

While he doesn’t want to intrude neither does he want Dandelion to go through this without the option of support and for all that the poet is a social butterfly he has few close friends apart from Geralt himself.

“Let me give it some consideration,” says after a brief silence.

“You want to head back?” Geralt asks.

“Not right now,” Dandelion answers, tugging his head back against Geralt’s neck. “Let’s stay here for a bit.”

Geralt tightens his hold on Dandelion, enjoying the pleased hum from the poet. The air is warm and filled with the sound of singing from the party.

Yes, he’s really rather fond of Lammas.

#geraskier #gerlion #geralt #jaskier #geralt of rivia #dandelion #book jaskier #book geralt #trans character being supported #willow writing

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clavissionary-position · 2 years

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Howdy, Miss Atelier!

I came to bring you tea for tea party with friends, and to ask you to point me in the direction of your Leon-carrying-Licht headcanon!

(I also came to ask if you have any additional thoughts on the rich bitch)

Look at that a e s t h e t i c tea 😌

Hello, my darling! I've not actually posted those Leon headcanons to tumblr, so-

Also I haven't finished his route

Licht once sarcastically asked Leon for a piggyback ride after he twisted his ankle during a patrol. Now, Leon was already bent over in preparation to give him one anyway, but being asked explicitly filled him with so many brotherly emotions that he was seen all but prancing through the streets, with Licht flailing and protesting on his back.

He styles his hair by finger-combing it dry. It's not just an untamed mane but a deliberate wild coif. He's found one or two white hairs already, though most of it seems to be congregating in his beard, which he shaves off anyway (for now, but please see @batteryrose 's zaddy beard!Leon art for one possible timeline).

Palace staff keep a tally for the number of times Leon has angrily marched up to Chev and grabbed him by the collar. This event is listed somewhere in the middle of the sheet on their Shit the Princes Do drinking game checklist. Leon occasionally joins them for day-drinking (but sshh, don't tell Sariel). He also carries their incapacitated forms back to their quarters and tucks them into their beds. Then he leaves a pitcher of water and a glass on their bedside table. He'll check back in on them later in the day after completing his duties.

There is an entire unofficial drinking festival in Rhodolite just so people can gather to see Leon go against Jin. It always escalates into an impromptu bodybuilding competition by 3am. A winner has never been crowned even though Jin's tiddies put up a massive fight.

Leon is so popular with the children of Rhodolite that he is one of only two princes to receive Christmas quilts every year from the children's foundation. (The other prince is Chev because there is a local urban legend spread by a certain someone that says sending a blanket to the Brutal Beast will guarantee that no misfortune will befall you that year.) But Leon gets nice hand-made quilts with cute, awkwardly-stitched lions on them. He makes a point to drape them over his cloak like a shawl during the winter season so the kids can know how much he appreciates them.

Leon has a very lovely singing voice. He knows every folk song by heart, but also a number of romantic ballads as well. He always gets roped into performing on-stage whenever a traveling troupe is in town. He has tried on many occasions to rope Licht along with him but to no avail.

He grows succulents on his windowsill. They're named after each of his brothers and he asserts that they each have the personalities of their respective namesakes. Because that's how he picks them out in the first place :)

As for rich bitch headcanons...

He didn't always jingle-jangle. There was a time when he only jangled.

Even if he says he knows how to swim, my new headcanon is that it took him much longer than everyone else to learn because he was, at first, quite afraid of the water (i may or may not be projecting).

I don't think he goes commando. I think he wears all his garish, opulent crap on the outside and dresses sensibly on the inside. Or he wears a dalmatian-spotted speedo as per @toshipingu canon.

He's an intelligent motherfucker and can definitely play chess remotely without ever looking at the board. He doesn't have photographic memory like Chev, but he's no slouch either.

Has he kicked people off the plank when a business deal has gone south? I'm not saying he hasn't. Yes, @dark-frosted-heart 's Silvio-kicking-the-door-down art lives rent-free in my head.

Thank you for the ask!

#ask box #tiny-wooden-robot #leon dompteur #silvio ricci #ikepri leon #ikepri silvio #ikepri #ikemen prince #atelier writes ikeseries

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co-writers: @vincentholdsapen, @vixx-ari

Summary:

Ten years have passed since those fateful visitations, and Ebenezer Scrooge finally casts off his life as a mortal to ascend to the afterlife. Yet this is not the end of his tale, for Jacob Marley comes with a proposal he wouldn't dare to refuse.

Now learning how to harness his newfound abilities, the former miser must now prepare himself to defend the both the living and the dead, wielding the chains he cast aside to collect the rebellious souls who dare to harm either realm alongside the spectres who once guided him... with some unfamiliar spirits.

Needless to say, Scrooge has quite the journey ahead of him.

[SNIPPET UNDER THE CUT]

"Hurry, you two! Try to keep up!" Past gave a grin as they walked ahead of the duo, occasionally shifting into the forms of the occasional passerby to greet them before turning back into the form of Milligan. "We'll be late to the festivities if you two just lumber along like that!"

The two spirits groaned in unison, with Scrooge rubbing his eyes as he walked; it was too early for him to have the mental capacity to deal with this. "Do we truly have to go to this fair, Past? 'Tis just going to be a bunch of love-struck fools making googly eyes at each other and puckering their lips."

Marley, having resigned himself to his fate, shrugged his shoulders, causing his chains to rattle around him. "I'll admit, I don't see the harm in it, Ebenezer. We spend so much time indoors to begin with, maybe the change of pace would be good for us."

"Well, yes, but-"

"And besides..." Marley tilted his head to Past, whose waxy figure was still flitting ahead of them. "You know how they are. Once they have their head stuck into something, it is nearly impossible to dissuade them. I think it best to go along with them. Make the most of the situation, eh?"

Scrooge grumbled under his breath as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, eventually acquiescing to the whims of the wonderfully annoying yet open-handed Entis that was the Ghost of Christmas Past and eliciting a quiet laugh from his partner beside him.

They continued to trod along the streets, before finally getting to the fair. Neither of the two men had been to a single fair in their lives — so much to do, so little time to do so, they supposed — so the sight was definitely something to behold. The glistening horses that pranced around the carousels. The array of colourful streamers and balloons that littered the once dismal grounds. The people who walked about in pairs, threes, groups of five or more, with nothing but content and enjoyment in their undead souls. Yes, it was most definitely a sight to see.

“It’s loud.” Scrooge grumbled, his hands hovering over his ears as if it lessened the noise. “I did not imagine that there would be so many…”

“People?” Marley finished his partner’s sentence as he trailed off, looking around the field with an expression that could easily be interpreted as confused, astonished or almost terrified. Scrooge was certainly no better than him, eyeing those porcelain horses as if he’d seen a ghost. Hyperbole, of course.

Past though, ever the juxtaposition to their money lending companions, was essentially bouncing off both feet, screeching in their throat in what had to be in complete and utter thrill. Who would think an essentially omnipotent and omniscient being in terms of past events, and one of the triad of the Christmas, would be so enthralled with the festivities of romance and intimacy?

Whatever sickness of anticipation the spirit seemed to have caught must have not been contagious, as Scrooge's hands tightened around it himself, still eyeing those porcelain with cautious eyes. He almost shifted the opposite way from it. Marley was attempting to gather his chains in a somewhat orderly way, apologizing sincerely to another spirit who must have hit his foot in one of the metal boxes from how he hissed and hopped away in pain.

Tagged: @undeadchestnut @pinkytoothlesso11 @girlbosseveyhammond

#scrooge a christmas carol #ebenezer scrooge #scrooge: a christmas carol #netflix scrooge #2022 scrooge #scrooge 2022 #scrooge netflix #ao3 #jacob marley #scrooge x marley #scrooge #a christmas carol

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Tyler the Creator, Lil Uzi Vert, Jazmine Sullivan, Kodak Black, Pusha T & JID – Made in America Festival (Day 1) – Benjamin Franklin Parkway – Philadelphia, PA – September 3. 2022

Bad Bunny, Snoh Aalegra, Tate McRae & Victoria Monét – Made in America Festival (Day 2) – Benjamin Franklin Parkway – Philadelphia, PA – September 4. 2022

Crowds gathered back at Philadelphia's Ben Franklin Parkway for Jay-Z's Made in America this Labor Day holiday weekend. This was the festival's second year back after a quick hiatus during 2020 due to COVID, and both the musicians and attendees were elated to be there. Food trucks were shelling out famous Philly Soft Pretzels and modern Asian cuisine from WokWorks, while the bar lines were a bit shorter – I'd say due to the majority of the concertgoers being on the younger side.

The musical performances on day one were packed from start to finish. Whether the crowds were rushing the grounds to hear JID close out his set with his hit "Stick" or rapping along to Pusha-T and his feature on Lamborghini Mercy – the energy was palpable throughout the festival grounds.

Two Philly locals, Jazmine Sullivan and Lil Uzi Vert took the stages back-to-back. Jazmine began her performance with her Grammy Nominated hit "Bust Your Windows" and continued with her message of female empowerment throughout her set. Sprinkling in spoken word, interpretive dance, and preaching the message of self-love throughout her numerous hits while the crowd sang along.

Lil Uzi Vert's set channeled the opposite (but still incredible) energy. With Lamborghinis on stage and a light show for the ages, the crowd could not have been more energized. Carrying them through the set with hits such as "The Way Life Goes" and "XO Tour Llif3", they closed out their set with the classics "7AM" and "Final Fantasy."

Closing out day one was headliner Tyler the Creator. Known for his creative energy and style, Tyler opened his performance stating that the crowd better be ready to watch him "prance around in his loafers for an hour." Which... is exactly what he did. Just while maintaining his impeccable stage presence, performing his catchy hits such as "WusYaName" and "CORSO."

Day two of the festival was a Latinx dance party from start to finish – but all leading up to headliner Puerto Rican mega-star Bad Bunny, whose crowds came in droves from miles away to see perform live.

Newcomer Tate McRae performed earlier in the evening, having the crowd completely enamored by her pop-hits. McRae's ability to take over the stage with her catchy songs and dance moves will give her the momentum necessary to gain recognition within the industry – having gotten her start on So You Think You Can Dance many years ago.

Performances from Colombian singer Ryan Castro, Snoh Aalegra, a Swedish R&B singer from Los Angeles and up and coming West Philly artist Armani White filled out the rest of day two and drew full crowds – knowing every word to every song being performed.

Leading up to the long-awaited moment of Bad Bunny appearing on the main stage, Nigerian pop star Burna Boy dominated the stage with his Afropop beats and electric presence – well deserving of the spot of opening act for the top streamed artist in the world.

The time had finally come for the sensation that is Bad Bunny, and he certainly lived up to the hype. When he entered the beach themed set, lounging on a chair as if he were on vacation, the crowd of thousands erupted. With Puerto Rican flags in the air and every word to every song being sung in unison – a dance party unlike any other erupted on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in Philadelphia, commencing a weekend filled with multicultural vision of "Made in America" that we'd be lucky to see again.

Mary Kate Baffa

#Made in America Festival #2022 #Concert Reviews #Bad Bunny #Tyler the Creator #Jazmine Sullivan #Snoh Aalegra #Tate McRae #Lil Uzi Vert #Pusha T #Mary Kate Baffa #Tyler Michael DiValerio

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Fea Kaeya with a darling who just moved near his forest please. Light or dark fea this man has duality

IKR! You never know when this man will switch up on you 🤭

Long time coming but presenting L/D! Fae! Kaeya!

Headcannons 🧚‍♂️

🌳 As a young fae Kaeya was hailed as a daright a hybrid that’s a mix of Light/Dark fae, meaning that his urges to either keep the peace or create chaos are always conflicting with each other

🌳 Knowing the rarity of his kind both factions of the Fae wanted him entirely to be on their side as a loyal citizen, causing pressure to liquify his nerves

🌳 He needed room to think, wanted fresh air to breathe life into his haggard mind that was in shambles,

🌳He stretched his sapphire wings and flew making sure he was blending with the scenery of the beautiful forest

🌳When the hazy fog surrounding his head subside up he had noticed humans appearing to be encroaching on his territory

🌳 But only one human specifically caught his eye as they were wonderstruck twirling around to take in the breathtaking scenery of green and enrichment

🌳Ah they made eye-to-eye contact he made sure to vanish completely from sight with a small smirk and a flirtatious wink leaving the human utterly baffled

🌳He may have found a new distraction, a brand new toy, oh how lucky he was to have a clueless human to play mind games with

🌳 This was exactly what he needed to take his mind off things

🌳Soon enough the little game of cat n mouse had set off without a hitch

🌳 The human was warned not to stray of any wood trails, to not be tempted by any voice that beckons to heed its call into the wilderness where nobody can see you lest you be whisked away by the Fae

🌳But you dismissed it as old fairytale legends and often pranced around outside not caring for the eye watching you from behind the leaves

🌳Fae loved naive humans

🌳 You were fresh out of high school a young adult in the making, so you set out to find a new place to stay everywhere else was too expensive so you settled for the next big thing

🌳A cheap nice house among the middle of nowhere maybe you hadn’t thought about the placement but luckily the stores weren’t far away only a 20min drive

🌳He wondered when you’d get the hint that you were being targeted as it was only half the fun with you being kept in the dark so he’d turn it up a notch

🌳The strange occurrences started with the miss placement of the littlest things before the increase in missing valued goods became too noticeable to ignore

🌳The look of concern mixed with bewilderment on your face was amusing to Kaeya

🌳 Briefly for a quick moment He thought how pretty it would be for their eyes to be full of terror and fear and how they would sing a plethora of sweet cries as he swept away the tears streaming down their face—

🌳He slowly reached up to grab at his eye patch which pluses at every mischievous thought he itched to make a reality

🌳It was that time again where dark fae unleashed their inner inhibitions and wreak havoc amongst the humans in order to satisfy their own selfish sadistic desires

🌳 But at the same time his Light Fae side prompted him to be the one to protect that bright smile, your innocence

🌳He needed to watch over you and make sure no harm comes toward you… Not from him of course

🌳He was conflicted maybe it was because of the upcoming spring where everyone else were busily getting ready for the upcoming plethora of exciting festivities held in honor of the Spring season

🌳Maybe he’d bring you along as his pet

“Oh my it seems that you’ve strayed off the path my pet, allow me to show you the way~”

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herstrayskies · 2 years

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Merry Christmas @yatoholmes !! I was your Noragami Secret Santa! (Although I think you kinda figured it out haha).

I had a great time chatting with you about Noragami and instantly fell in love with the idea of Kazuma & Touma’s sibling like relationship. You made me remember how important she was to Kazuma and how having her as his mentor really shaped him to who he is today. So I decided to write a small story of Kazuma gifting her a scarf and of course the art to go with it!

Happy Holidays!! Thank you for running this event again @noragamisecretsanta !

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A Mentor’s Gift

“Which God do you think brings snow?” Touma’s voice was quiet in the fading flare of dusk as snow started to fall into the palm of her hand. She sighed and watched the snow quickly dissolve, the breath escaping her lips with a small cloud of her own.

Kazuma tilted his head at the girl, “where is this coming from I wonder?”

“Oh, well I heard someone once say how the Gods are more than just celestial beings. They’re the mountains, the sea, the skies and so much more,” she shivered and smiled sweetly, “makes you wonder what Lady Bishamon is. Don’t you?”

Kazuma honed in on the tips of reddened fingers as Touma clutched them together, huffing out a heated breath to warm them from the frosted air and the snow she couldn’t help but to collect.

“Kuraokami,” replied Kazuma.

“Huh?”

Had she forgotten what they were talking about?

“The God that brings snow, Kuraokami. Said to be a dragon that flies across the land bringing rain and snow.”

Touma looked a bit dumbfounded as her hands fell to her waist before a small smirk grew on her lips. “Alright mister big-shot, so you know a lot of things now that you're in the master’s top lineup?”

A flush of embarrassment, not from the chilled wind, appeared onto the boy’s cheek. He looked away into the dissipating sun that now hid behind the trees and the mountains. “You hear about a lot of things when you're around other gods and shinkis.”

“Well of course you do but how will I ever know that when I'm stuck being one of the most useless-" the young shinki's remorse was cut short by the wrapping of a scarf around her neck. It was a dark indigo, a color to match her own obi.

"Now, that doesn't sound like something my mentor would say."

Touma looked shocked by his words but knew all too well of his kindness and truthful statements. He was one of the few she felt like she could trust and depend on. Even if he was her underling. She tried to put on her tough face.

"I'm just surprised that Mr. Big-shot had time for me today, to come with me to the village festival and all."

"I'll always have time for you, Touma. Being a part of Bishamon’s outing team will never change that. I promise.”

She laughed brightly, stronger and more cheerful than she had for a long while. It warmed Kazuma's heart to hear the sweet giggle again.

"Kazuma,” she replied as she watched her pupil tie the scarf around her, “when the day comes that you replace that old hag as head shinki, just promise me you'll remember who helped you get there."

His chuckle was light, "I'm glad you have so much faith in me."

"Of course! You'd be much better off leading the way than that old bat!"

Kazuma wasn’t so sure about that but he had to agree about one thing. He didn’t like the elder’s poor attitude and distasteful glares she’d give him for piercing Lady Bishamon’s ear. He surely didn’t like how rude she was to Touma either for her so-called “useless” vessel form.

He did, however, like the kindness of his master towards the small girl as well as her kindness towards him.

"Touma, whatever happens, I promise I'll never forget what you've taught me." Once Kazuma finished tying up the small shinki in her new scarf the fabric quickly escaped from his cold hands. She pranced away down the lantern lit road, her tied up hair flowing along with the snow’s path. She looked back quickly with a guilty look.

“Sorry I didn’t get you anything, Kazuma.”

It only took a couple strides for him to catch up before he ruffled the top of her head as he approached, “It’s okay, having you as my mentor is a gift in itself.”’

“Hey, Hey!” She screeched as she swatted his hand away, “just because you’re taller doesn’t mean you’re older than me.”

“I mean, technically I am-” he stopped as he saw a pout take the place of her smile, he sighed. “Alright, come on, how about I treat you to some takiya.”

She nodded her head as her pout began to fade. She watched as he walked down the path in front of her, his eyes scanning for the booth to buy them both a treat.

With a timid voice she called out, “Thanks, big bro-” she bit her tongue as he looked back at her with a confused look.

She couldn’t possibly let Kazuma’s head grow too big. Not that quickly.

She smiled.

Maybe someday.

“Thanks, Kazuma.”

#I’m really happy with this one and hope you like it too!!!#talk to you soon Essie!!#noragamisecretsanta2021 #Noragami #Kazuma #touma #shinki #mentor #gift giving #holiday #Christmas #snow #my art #original art #fan art #herstrayskies #yatoholmes

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Iida,Kirashima and Bakugo with a s/o who is competing in that Pageant UA in the School Festival Arc?

“if you win, i’ll take you out tonight”

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female readers, katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, sexual implications, fluff

word count: 2700+

a/n: umm hi, i hit 500 hundred followers earlier today and it just means so much to me thank you for the support also i don’t write for iida sorry

summary: in which you’re performing at the ua pageant and get a surprised visit from one of the boys with a proposal in mind

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eijiro kirishima

The black encased your figure perfectly, it was tight in all the right places and you looked perfect. Well that’s what Kirishima thought walking into where you and Mina were. Mina seemed to be holding a silver leotard with a skirt it didn’t look at good as the black did. The thigh high boots clinged to your thighs, he was drooling at the sight of the skin squishing at the top of them. Having been told by Midoriya who had brought Eri along to see the contestants, he had been in shock and instantly told the boy who had asked what had me the green haired boy redden.

“Hey Kiri, what’s up?” Hearing his nick name was heaven to his now red ears.

You gestured for him to move to the side, seeing a man come in with the rest of your costume. Mina in an instant told him where to put the stuff as you went closer to the red-haired boy. “You okay?”

You were worried at his unusual quietness, “I…I didn’t know you were doing the pageant.”

“Yeah, I kind of got dragged into doing it, Mina wanted me to.” You smile, you hadn’t realised how in his eyeshot’s were your boobs, but you didn’t care, you were just friends after all.

Even though on the walk towards him you might have pulled the top part to reveal more just for the boy. “Oh that’s cool, I’ll definitely vote for you.”

“I’m expecting you too.” You smile, your lips were a shade lighter then your original lip colour and your eyes had little star gems underneath. It was perfect, you were perfect.

“I was ugh, thinking that…” He paused thinking of the rehearsed words him and Sero had been practicing a mere hour ago when he had found out about you doing this, “if you win, I’ll take you out tonight.”

“Like a date?” You questioned.

He became even more beat red, matching his hair colour, you smiled at the boy waiting for an answer. He scratched the back of his head, “yes like a date.”

“I better win then.” You laughed before hearing Mina shout your name, “I’ll see you later.”

You leant to kiss his cheek before walking back to Mina who had gotten the end piece of your leotard. Kirishima touched his cheek a smile on his face as he left you, Mina had wrapped the dress around you leaving the from part uncovered. You looked amazing and Mina was happier that she had pulled this off than your actual looks.

“Okay, I think they’re going to call your name soon, I’ll be at the front row.” You nod watching her leave before pacing back and forth.

You had never done something like this and even with being as confident as you were, you were scared. But the sight of Kirishima and his blushing self had sent you into overdrive, the boy had asked you out and now you had to win. You heard your name and started walking to where the stage was, being a third year you had seen this many times with the class from Nejire winning in your first year and another person the next. Now it was your turn to win and you were up against some girls who were a lot prettier than you were. Whose quirks were amazing compared to yours.

“Now onto the stage we have class 3a Y/n Y/l/n.” You heard your name but were unable to move, you hesitantly wobbled onto the stage, the lights flashing. You were anxious but it soon dimmed at the sight of Kirishima, his wide shark teeth grin melted your heart. In an instance you gained the confidence, his thumbs up making you warm up inside.

Your quirk activated and, in an instant, you were up in the air controlling electricity through your fingertips. The way your hair filled up with the yellow sparks, you and Denki having a similar quirk, but you didn’t have an over exertion limit and yours was more lightening from the sky then anything else. You pranced about with it, making symbols and making everybody enchanted by your movement. It was a sight for sore eyes, the lightening clinging to the skirt that Mina had put on you before becoming ash in front of their eyes. They watched you emerge from it with the leotard that was now a bright red before landing right in front of Kirishima.

A grin on his face at the beauty he had just seen, you let the lightening strike behind you before taking a bow. Hearing cheers at the performance it was unexpected, it wasn’t amazing, and you thought it too similar to the previous third years, but Mina had said you’d put your own twist on it. Which you did in some ways, your hair moved back down to your body onto the red as you smiled at everybody. Kirishima gave a bright grin and you knew it’d take a while before the results came in.

“Y/n, that was fucking amazing.” She squealed jumping into your lap, you hugged her as she stayed sitting before seeing Kirishima and the rest of your class come in.

“You were brilliant, we had no idea you were doing the pageant.” Ururaka squeals hugging both you and Mina who wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

Kirishima smiled at you softly you hoped he wouldn’t back down on the agreement because you had only got the nerve to do it due to seeing him. “We’ll let you get changed.” Momo spoke picking Mina off of you and dragging her out.

You nodded and they all left again, Kirishima having been ushered along as well. You signed taking the stars off your face and wiping the makeup, you put on the UA uniform, your face finally breathing in natural air. You walked out, fearful of the result and really wanting to know if you were spending your night alone or not.

Hearing the announcement occur, you saw your friends in the crowd all cheering for you, you stood alongside the other girls. Waiting to hear the results, the wait seemed long and strenuous but at the sound of your name. Your eyes widened as banners popped out and a crown and sachet were put on your head.

Kirishima clapped grinning at how happy you were, what he didn’t realise was how you were joyous due to the proposition and not the winning. Walking towards the boy after being dismissed, you gave a soft smile the crown placed perfectly on your head.

“Congratulations Y/n.”

“Thank you, Kiri.” It was silent as you waited for him to talk, you played with the sachet, feeling accomplished at the win.

He finally looked up at you nervously, “about what I said earlier, if you…you don’t want to go out with me then…then that’s f…fine.”

You gave a nervous laugh which he took as mocking him, he was ready to walk away, “of course we’re going out tonight, I’ll be ready by 6.”

You went to kiss his cheek again, a feeling he had missed, the close contact being unbearable before you leant in to kiss him. His soft lips on your own, hands on your waist whilst yours were in the red locks. It was a pretty sight, and the class were more shocked at this then you doing the pageant. With mouths open and confusion riddled throughout them.

katsuki bakugo

The muffles from inside the room that was supposed to have the pageant contestants sounded eerily like you and Mina. Bakugo had been walking past trying to find where Kirishima had gone with his phone. But instead had heard you and Mina in the room, barging through with a knock, you both screamed before realising who it was.

“Knock next time,” Mina muttered to the boy helping you put the sparkles in your hair.

He glared at her before looking at you, “What you doing?” He asked uninterested but really wanting to know.

You turned to face him, the silver sequined dress making his ears prick red. He watched you stand up smirking, it was almost too seductive at how you walked up to him, Mina annoyed you had left. But you didn’t care, the dress was too short, and you knew his eyesight were on your exposed chest.

He turned to not meet your boobs; he could imagine his hand cupping them but quickly dismissed it. “I’m doing the pageant.” You hadn’t meant to stroll up to him, but your shoes were on the other side, and as you passed him, his head quipped back to watch you bend to pick the shoes.

Your ass on full view, his jaw clenching at how easily you could so something like that in front of him. Had it been anybody else and he wasn’t here would you have done the same to them. You stood back up sauntering past and sitting back on the seat for Mina to continue to put the glitter on your face

“Why would you do a shitty thing like that?” Bakugo asked coming closer to the two of you.

Mina was the one to answer this time, putting the silver eyeliner across your eyes, “it looked fun and i wanted Y/n to do it.”

You nodded re-opening your eyes to see yourself in the mirror, “I’m going to grab the tiara.”

Mina left leaving silence between you and the angry boy, “you could’ve just done a private show instead, you don’t need to look like that in front of people.”

“I can do what I want.” You stood back up to meet his gaze, this time he stared directly at you.

“I’m just saying, people will see stuff that’s supposed to be m…” He stopped in his tracks, you raising an eyebrow. Before bringing your finger to graze across his arm it was exposed and his skin was on show, you could almost feel the goosebumps.

Smirking at the boy, he knew exactly what you were doing, and he wasn’t going to fall for it. In the three years you had both spent in UA, the small touches here and there from the two of you had been noticed by the class. Here in private, he thought of a way to get you out but also prove you don’t need validation by voters instead. An ultimatum of some sorts.

“I could finish the sentence if you want.” Even with the shoes you were still shorter then the boy, his hand reached for your face, the rough texture gazing up and down your cheek.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” his fingers moved to circle your lips, his thumb moving from corner to corner. You nodded waiting to hear the deal, “if you win, I’ll take you out tonight.”

“So now you want me to do it?” It was a joke but even the strong willed Bakugo was fearful of your response, maybe you would reject him and never talk to him again.

“I’m just saying instead of doing it to gain praise, do it to win a date with me.” The word date stumbled from his mouth without him realising. A grin plastering on your face to draw attention away from your wide eyes and blush that speckled across your nose and cheeks. He let go of your mouth and face in an instant, mostly to hide how his palms had gotten sweaty.

He put his hands in his pockets waiting to hear an answer himself now but not daring to meet your eyes, “okay, but I get a kiss as well.” You had sweetened the deal and this time Bakugo was the one to go wide eyed.

He regained some composure, looking at you with a smirk, “deal.”

Before you could say anymore, Mina arrived back with the silver tiara and Bakugo left without a goodbye, Mina complained about Bakugo and other people, you agreeing waiting for her to put the final touches to you.

You looked beautiful, the reflection staring back at you bringing Mina’s eyes to warm at how gorgeous you actually looked. “I’ll be in the front row.” She waved walking out the door, your looked at yourself and realised that you needed to win.

If this was your only goal in life, then so be it. You needed the date, needed the kiss that you had longed for, for years and most of all you needed Bakugo’s praise. Nobody else’s, just his.

You stepped out the room, walking to where the stage was. You were confident in the performance, having practiced it with Mina for weeks now, but you were still scared. Nervous even, hearing your name, you smiled walking onto the stage.

Seeing the faces and lights pouring onto the stage, you took a sharp breath before activating your quirk, moving the lights with your fingers. You made them come closer and closer to you before you pushed against the air to fly with the lights, the way you made the fairy lights from surrounding stalls erupt next to you had enchanted the audience. But most specifically the scowl that had been on Bakugo’s face seconds prior had turned into a look of love and lust.

Watching you move with the lights that you made change colour, the ribbons that swirled around you. It was definitely a show, the dress stayed clinging to you, nobody being able to see your underwear. Which both you and Mina were glad about, but whilst they watched the speculations occurring beside you. Bakugo only had eyes for you, his gaze skimming up and down your body, ever curve that attached the dress, the tiara that stayed on top of your head. He wanted you to be his princess, he wanted to call you mine in a matter of minutes.

The performance ended with you out of breath and making sure you moved everything back where it was supposed to go. You bowed before taking your leave backstage, knowing the results wouldn’t be coming out for a while.

Mina was the first one through the doors eloping you into a hug, you felt suffocating but let her keep at it before Bakugo pried her off you. “Leave the damn woman alone, alien.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, turning to the other girls who all hugged you as well, “sorry guy’s I’d catch up with you about this, but the results are getting announced soon and I need to get changed.”

They all nod leaving, Bakugo watched you turn away, undoing the earrings and wiping the makeup, he dawdled for a bit before leaving. He didn’t know what to say to you but all he wanted was for you to win and get the kiss he had desired for three years.

You quickly got changed, wearing the UA uniform and chucking the plastic tiara that Mina had bought onto the desk. Hearing the announcement, you were a lot more nervous after thinking about the situation. Could you still go on the date even if you lost? You didn’t know and whilst waiting in line with the rest of the girls, still scared. You saw the blond smirk at you and knew that even if your lost you’d still gain a reward from him.

The sound of your name made your eyes widen and even Bakugo’s smirk turned into a genuine smile at how you had won. The crown was placed on your head and Bakugo swooned, this man became red and had to not look at how perfect you looked in it. Streamers flowing down past you, it was a sight and he saw so much beauty in that moment.

Once you were dismissed, you were the one smirking as you strolled to the boy, “I won.”

“I saw.” He spoke nonchalantly not meeting your gaze.

“6pm then.” He nodded his fear and insecurity being established.

You saw him not meet your eyes and felt something in your stomach. You leant up to kiss his cheek thinking he was scared to kiss you, “you don’t have to kiss me.

You were about to walk away but he grabbed your arm bringing you onto his chest and his lips catching your own. His hands moving to cup your cheeks, your own moving to his spiky blond locks. The kiss was deep and having heard you say those words had made him regain his confidence to do what he liked with you. He let go off you a classic smirk painted across his face and a dazed you in his arms.

You were both staring at each other, he kissed your temple, “you’re mine.” It was a murmur, but it made your insides warm.

“I’m yours.”

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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hihihi! i got a SUPER soft request - may i request some pieck and her s/o who had a child together, and are now living a peaceful and domestic life together? 👉👈👀

YES! YES! YES! Of course you can bestie, that idea is so cute

TW: none really just fluff, pregnancy mention, GN!reader

For some reason, I see Pieck and her significant other not being super wealthy, but being well off enough to have their own house built in some suburbs close to a local city. I can see Pieck really thriving in a small little suburb, probably an art district too, in California.

That being said, the two of you decided to move from a smaller apartment to a house when the two of you found out you were expecting. It was only one more addition and you two very much had the room in your old apartment to deal with an infant and toddler, but it just felt like the right thing to do. Especially since the two of you knew this wouldn’t be your only child.

Throughout the pregnancy you two did everything you could do to make memories of your first born. From the stomach plaster thing to a gender reveal photoshoot, you two did it all. You even have a table in the livingroom dedicated solely to mementos from the pregnancy along with a bunch of infant mementos as well.

The addition of a child in the household brought forth some Pieck traits that you didn’t even know she had. For example, she’s very adamant on having the house organized and has created her own system to make sure your child’s toys and belongings stay organized and not all over the house.

She has also become way more protective over the two of you and isn’t afraid to come out of her soft spoken shell to tell someone off for her family. That’s just the momma bear in her peaking through.

Best believe you, Pieck, and your child have matching cherry pajama sets that you all wear and sleep in on Fridays. Of course, you have a movie night to accompany this event and almost always let your child pick even though you said you would take turns.

You guys have 4 pets in total; 3 very pretty cats that prance around the house like they own it and a parrot because your child saw it at a pet store one day when you were getting dog food and just would not leave it alone no matter how many times you or Pieck tried to pull them away.

Everyday before she leaves out for work it’s mandatory for Pieck to kiss you and your child and say “Stay safe, I love you.” Just because she loves the two of you so much.

Cooking together is something the 3 of you do very often. It’s a great bonding experience for all 3 of you and allows your child to pick up skills while also having fun. You guys put on music in the background and each work together to get dinner done faster; one person working on cutting vegetables, another person getting measurements ready, and someone else seasoning and prepping the food. Pieck is usually the one to begin prancing around the kitchen and start a karaoke session and dance battle between all of you and yes, this has resulted in the food getting burnt before.

Baking is also fun and chaotic with you 3. It usually takes place on Friday since that seems to be the funday for your household and it’s a lot less organized than your cooking days. It’s not uncommon for a mini food fight to pursue between you 3 and for all of you to end up with egg and flour all over your clothes. Not to mention the batter that’s now all over the floor and counter, but you’re the one who cleans it up while Pieck and your child clean themselves up just to be nice.

Holidays are SO MUCH fun for all 3 of you. You guys go all out on decorations which mean all of you get to spend a lot of time together putting them up and it always helps put all of you in the festive spirit. You guys even buy little costumes based off of holidays to dress your pets up in.

At the request of Pieck, you also do family photoshoots for each holiday every other year and the wall of your livingroom is adorned with every single photoshoot from when your child was an infant up until their current age.

#these were so cute to think about and make #im sorry it took me so long bestie !#pieck finger x reader #pieck finger #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #pieck finger headcanons #Queue.

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casuallyimagining · 3 years

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Merry Little Christmas

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You and Jungkook celebrate your second Christmas together. Genre: fluff Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here

There was something about Christmas day. You felt lighter, and you couldn’t help the childlike happiness that filled your heart, despite the fact that you were in your mid-20s and had somehow gotten suckered into cooking Christmas dinner for yourself and your boyfriend.

You stood in your kitchen, waiting for the chicken to finish cooking. Jungkook had insisted he wanted a traditional American Christmas meal, which would have been fine, except for the fact that everything was a pain in the ass to make and was even more so in the small portions you were making. It was only going to be you and Jungkook for dinner, the other members were spread out around the peninsula, spending the holidays with their own families.

So you were cooking Christmas dinner. For two people.

It didn’t help that Jungkook was a little drunk on the wassail you had made the night before. He had never tried the hot mulled cider before, and he went a little overboard sampling it. He was bouncing around your apartment gleefully, alternating between playing with Kimchi and attempting to help you cook.

You’d been blasting Christmas music for the past week and a half, and surprisingly, Jungkook hadn’t gotten annoyed by it. In fact, it seemed like all the jingle bells and festive music only fueled his joy. Frank Sinatra’s Ultimate Christmas album served as the soundtrack to your cooking endeavors. You had started the morning with some Bing Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald and had made the switch to Sinatra only a short while ago.

Jungkook popped his head into the kitchen just as the muted brass began “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.” He smiled softly as you started to hum along. “I’m not trying to rush you-”

“You can’t rush a cooking chicken, Kookie. That’s how you get food poisoning.”

He laughed, coming over to wrap his arms around your waist. “I was just wondering how much longer it was going to be.”

“Maybe like 10 minutes? If that?” You leaned around him to glance at the time on the oven before running your hand up his bicep and across his shoulder to his hair. It had grown so long, and you loved to play with the soft strands at the base of his neck. “You getting hungry?”

He nodded, capturing your free hand in his own and holding it to his chest. “It smells so good.” You weren’t sure when he started, but he was gently swaying you back and forth in time with the music.

The song changed and he pulled you closer, his head falling slightly to the side to rest against yours. He slowed the speed of his swaying to match the song and began to hum along. You let him lead you slowly around the kitchen to the tune of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” allowing yourself to get lost in the moment a little. You sighed, relaxing into his hold.

Jungkook had been so busy lately, you had hardly had time for it to sink in that it was Christmas. You were used to being busy at the holidays--normally the group was off in some foreign country performing to sold out crowds in some of the biggest arenas. And you were there through all of it, ready to help them however you could. But this year had been so stop-and-start that when the holidays rolled around and things started to ramp up, you had almost forgotten about them.

So you had honestly been glad when Jungkook suggested that you have a more traditional Christmas this year. Your first Christmas together, your relationship had been so new, it was hard to enjoy the holidays for what they were. It was nice to relax a little this year and just enjoy each other’s company.

He sighed, his hot breath fanning against your neck. You could feel him smile as he kissed your temple before nuzzling into your hair. He hummed along softly to the music, his thumb rubbing circles into your hand.

“Merry Christmas, jagi.” His voice was so soft, had he not said it so close to your ear, you would have never heard him.

“Merry Christmas, Koo.” You inhaled deeply. He was right. Everything did smell good, even if it was your first time cooking a Christmas meal alone. Except...

Suddenly, you pulled away, your eyes wide. Jungkook looked at you, his head tilting quickly to the side before righting itself. He sniffed, and then he giggled.

“Oh no-”

“The chicken.” You sighed, opening the oven and pulling out the roaster. Thankfully, the chicken wasn’t burned, but you could tell just by looking at it that it was dry.

“It still smells good,” Jungkook offered hopefully, his hand resting on your lower back.

“Help me get the rest of the stuff on the table,” you groaned, grabbing a plate to put the chicken on.

He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head before grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes and twirling out of the room. You could hear him hyping up Kimchi in the dining room, the little dog’s nails clicking excitedly against the wood flooring as he pranced around.

You smiled in spite of yourself. It didn’t matter that the chicken didn’t turn out right, not really. What mattered was that you were spending your favorite time of year with your favorite person in the world.

You laid on the floor playing with Kimchi. He barked sharply at the stuffed snowman in your hand before pouncing and snatching the toy with his teeth. He growled as you tugged gently on the snowman’s hat, and you laughed when he shook his head violently to pull the toy out of your gasp.

You could hear Jungkook clattering around in the kitchen as he loaded the dishwasher with your dinner dishes. He was talking on the phone with one of the other members--Jin, perhaps, based on his manner of speaking and how much he was laughing--asking them about their holiday and telling them about the meal you cooked.

Eventually, you heard the dishwasher begin its cycle and Jungkook padded into the living room, his phone to his ear. He smiled gently as he joined you on the floor and rested his head on your stomach. Your hand found his hair immediately, and you played with it as he finished up his phone call.

“Okay, hyung. I’ll talk to you later,” he said finally. “Merry Christmas!”

He hung up and rolled over onto his side so that he was looking at you. You crossed your eyes and stuck out your tongue, and he giggled, burying his face in the fabric of your shirt. When he calmed down, he looked at you again, his eyes reflecting the multicolored lights of your Christmas tree, and you smiled fondly at him.

“Hi baby,” you said softly, brushing his hair off his forehead and tucking it behind his ear.

Jungkook smiled and lifted himself up on his forearms so he was hovering over you. “Hi jagi.” He kissed you quickly before pulling away again. “Time for presents?”

Honestly, you were surprised he had made it as long as he did before bringing up the topic of presents.

“You’re such a child,” you joked, pushing him off you so you could sit up.

Jungkook laughed and stood to grab his present for you. He hadn’t hidden it very well--you had found it when Kimchi had bumped into the tree a week ago and it fell out of the branches. You hadn’t said anything to Jungkook, though, and simply tucked it back into where you thought he had stuffed it in the tree.

You had hidden your present for him among the books and junk in the side table beside your sofa. When you pulled it out, Jungkook eyed it greedily, but you could see the confusion in his eyes. He wasn’t one for books, and it certainly looked like a book wrapped in red and green plaid.

He grinned at you, pushing his present into your hands before you could even hand his to him. It was delicately wrapped in gold, a wide blue ribbon wrapped around it, ending in a comically large bow. You raised an eyebrow as you ran your finger along the ribbon. He laughed.

“I wrapped it,” he explained sheepishly. “Taehyung did the ribbon.”

You hummed in amusement, carefully inspecting the bow to see if it was attached. Thankfully, it was separate from the ribbon, and you were able to peel it off without ruining it. Smirking, you stuck the bow to Jungkook’s sweater, just to the left of his heart. He laughed and pressed on it so that the tape would stick.

You studied the box in your hand as you carefully unwrapped it. It was rectangular, about the length of your hand, and not very thick, maybe four or five centimeters wide. Whatever it was, it was light, and though you could feel something rattling around when you turned the box over to remove more paper, it didn’t make a sound. Jungkook stared at your hands the whole time you were opening it.

“Jagi, the paper doesn’t matter,” he said impatiently. “Just open it.”

You chuckled, but obliged, ripping the gold paper off the box. You tossed the rest of the ribbon to him as you finished unwrapping the gift. It was a plain black box with a logo you didn’t recognize imprinted on the front. Carefully, you took the lid off, revealing a piece of folded silk. Confused, you pulled away the two wings of silk to reveal what was underneath.

“Kook…” You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes.

Nestled on a piece of silk-covered foam was a pillar attached to a silver chain, solid obsidian except for the delicate silver engraving on the front. It was your name, in Hangul, followed by a plus sign and then his name.

“It’s only on the one side,” Jungkook explained, watching you run your finger along the black stone. “So if you want to wear it out, you can turn it around and no one’ll see.” You smiled silently. The necklace was simple, but it was pretty and exactly your taste and so incredibly thoughtful that you couldn’t stop staring at it. “Do you like it?” he ventured nervously.

“I love it,” you whispered, meeting his eyes. His worry melted to fondness as soon as he saw how misty-eyed you were, and he pulled you into a tight hug. You were the one to pull away, knowing full well that he’d sit there all night holding you if you let him. Sighing, you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt before handing him his own present. “I want to preface this by saying that your spending habits make you ridiculously difficult to shop for.”

He laughed, loud and sharp, and threw his head back in joy. “I’ll try to remember that for next year.” He flashed you a toothy grin before tearing into the paper. He had it open before you could blink.

Confused, Jungkook turned the book in his hands, reading the front cover before flipping it over. In colorful letters, the cover said ‘Our Adventure Book.’ The front and back covers were leather, and it was bound with a piece of leather cord tied in a bow--Taehyung had helped you, too, but you would never tell Jungkook that. He looked at you, a soft smile on his lips, but you could see that he didn’t understand.

“It’s a book, Kookie. Open it,” you prompted, chuckling.

He flipped it so that it was facing forward. “Is this the book from Up?” he asked quietly, opening the cover to the first page and coming face to face with a picture of the two of you at a restaurant in Seoul in 2015. It was the one of the earliest photos from your friendship--from before you were even close, really--and it had been taken at the celebration after their first performance of the HYYH tour. He groaned at how young and awkward he looked in the photo, but you motioned for him to keep flipping.

The next few pages were random snapshots of your adventures, taken at various points around your many travels. The aquarium in Anaheim. Outside of Sydney Opera House. Niagara Falls. New York City. Various places around Tokyo. Plenty in and around Seoul.

And then he got to the first of the blank pages.

The page wasn’t exactly blank, though. It had a few sticky notes on it, and he leaned in to read them. You watched him, his lips forming the words silently as he scanned the list you had written there. His brows were knit in concentration, but his expression quickly softened into a pout the more he read. His hands had come up to cover his ears, and he ducked his head slightly before shutting the book carefully.

He was quiet for a few moments, tracing the letters on the front of the book with his index finger. When he finally looked up at you, a tear was already rolling down his cheek. Chuckling softly, you hugged him tightly. He held onto you, one hand clutching the back of your sweater while the other held the book tightly against his chest.

“You like it?” you asked, rubbing his back gently.

He nodded against you and sniffled. “Do you really want to go to all those places with me?”

You smiled and pulled away, cupping his face in your hands. You wiped the couple tears that had fallen away with your thumbs. “Of course I do. Half of them were your idea.” He laughed at that, his hands coming up to hold yours. “I can’t think of anything more fun than seeing the world with you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He giggled shyly and brought both of your hands together to place a quick kiss to your fingers before tugging you closer and kissing you in full. His lips, soft and plump, still tasted of mulled cider and brandy from his wassail sampling before dinner. He pulled back ever so slightly. “Merry Christmas,” he mumbled softly before kissing you again quickly.

Your thumb stroked his cheek gently when he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. “Merry Christmas, Jungkook.”