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[nouvelis]

continued / @satureiia

alice knows she overreacted the exact moment she notices the faint, fleeting hurt in jinna’s eyes. she’s simply had a terrible day, and she would love nothing more than to completely bask in her girlfriend’s undivided attention the very second she crosses the threshold. but of course, jinna has her own life that requires tending to, as well. “you could have at least texted me and told me you were going to be late.” alice murmurs, her brows furrowed as she actively tries to swallow the bitter taste of her often explosive anger. “did it go well, though? the meeting?” she asks with a softer tone, genuinely hoping for good news regarding jinna’s shop despite her lingering irritation.

[littlexsparks]

cont. from here. @satureiia

tilting her head softly, haneul could see the concern written across noah's face. "noah, you're too talented for people to lose interest." she tried countering, a hint of worry behind her eyes. "to be honest? your real fans won't abandon you for a late webcomic." pressing her lips thinly, she wondered how she could help him. "may i see the comic you're working on? is that okay with you?" there was a genuine curiosity in her tone but perhaps she could brainstorm with him and figure it out, bring down his stress levels.

[sturmboe]

@satureiia continued from here

Tenderness had taken hold of Nat upon seeing the older man so vulnerable, not even a second spent on it being a turn off to him. Quite the opposite. A man in tune with his emotions was nothing short of attractive to the former athlete, who found himself naturally reach out to cup Andrew's cheek, ever so lightly letting his thumb caress the warmed skin should any of the tears fall. "Emotions exist to be felt, pushing them away will only result in them eventually overflowing." Showing such care was brave in Nats eyes who leaned in to rest his cheek against the other man's shoulder, seeking closeness without wanting to be overwhelming. "It doesn't make you any less strong of a person in my eyes. Are you worried about how I view you or is it the world?"

[magicaldoves]

❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ( daemon to valeria - cause chaos meets more chaos )

Valeria was training, something she did every morning. By herself, in an unguarded room. It wasn't like she needed any guarding. She had felt a shift in the air, eyes on her from behind the open archway that led into the area. Hearing the voice, she knew who it was immediately. "Iksis bona sīr, Daemon?" Is that so, Daemon?

Before turning back towards him, she pulled her daggers, which she had just thrown before he spoke up, out of the dummy's heart and head, and artfully slid them back into their sheaths. Valeria strode toward the arch, taking her time. "In my experience, men tend to fear, if not slightly unsettled by women are capable of taking care of themselves. Because then what good are men for...if women don't need protecting?"

[fruitr0ts]

continuation from here with @satureiia . yubin looks down at the other in eager anticipation at their words. chandara was beautiful, even more so sitting just like this. it practically made yubin weak in the knees at the sight. and then she speaks. calls them daddy and yubin almost groans out loud. his hand roams to the back of her head now, softly pets over her dark hair with an approving nod of their head. "yeah, baby. show daddy how much of a good girl you can be."

[nouvelis]

“  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” / jinsu & seoah, muah <3

morning after starters, accepting! / @satureiia

seoah’s lips curl into a mischievous smirk at his gentle scolding, but she doesn’t stop. her arms remain loosely wrapped around him as she clings like a koala, her lips gently nibbling the skin over his neck while he stirs his morning coffee. “and would that be such a bad thing?” she’s still clad in her silky robes while he’s already dressed for his business meeting. while she knows she should be good and let him go, she’s feeling needier than usual given that it’s their first morning back after her long overseas shooting schedule. she takes a deep breath of his unique scent, basking in the familiar warmth she’s missed while her lips wander to the nape of his neck. “isn’t the whole point of being a boss that you can do whatever you want?” she doubts he’d get into that much trouble, even if he goes in late because of circumstances entirely out of his control.

[nouvelis]

sender trails kisses on receiver's stomach and leaves a trail of hickeys & sender spends a long time kissing receiver's body. ( jinsu & seoah 👀 )

nsfw prompts, accepting! / @satureiia

today has been as close to a perfect day as it can get — a full, peaceful stretch of time with her lover in a quiet, luxurious beach house, the air heavy with the scent of salt and expensive cedar. a stray, tender kiss to her knee while she’s reading has turned into something more, her focus dissolving like sugar in water with each doting press of his lips. she finally admits defeat and sets her book aside, the spine hitting the table with a soft thud. resting her head back against the cushion, she lets him take his time exploring her curves, leaving behind a trail of heated, sloppy hickeys. it feels as though her body is a temple of worship and he is its most devoted, feral follower.

“my makeup artist is going to kill me if i ever go to work looking like this.” her protest is weak, a mere formality, as she makes no move to stop him. she knows the marks will fade in days, and she has a full week to simply bask in the intoxicating weight of his presence. there is something innately romantic, she thinks, to have a lover mark your skin when they’ve already carved their name over your heart without even knowing. her breaths grow shallow and jagged as he dips lower, his tongue tracing wet runes over her velvety thighs while anticipation coils tight in her stomach. “i’ve missed this,” she admits, her whisper soft with a sharp edge of want as her fingers dive into the cool silk of his hair. “i’ve missed you.”

[komposisi-arch]

continued from this ; @satureiia

Yuna doesn’t laugh.

For a moment, she just stares at Mirae, her brows knitting together as the words settle in. The explanation is absurd enough on its own, but it doesn’t match what she’s seeing—the tightness around Mirae’s eyes, the way her smile sits wrong, like it’s been placed there rather than felt.

“That’s…” Yuna exhales softly, the corners of her lips twitching as if she might humor it, but the expression fades before it fully forms. “That’s not funny.”

Her gaze lingers, searching Mirae’s face more carefully now, as though trying to peel back whatever’s being hidden beneath the light tone. She shifts her weight slightly, arms folding—not defensively, but as if grounding herself while she thinks.

“Kids pull stupid pranks, sure,” she continues, quieter this time, her voice losing its edge and settling into something more deliberate. “But you don’t look like someone who just had a bad drink.”

There’s a pause. Yuna tilts her head a fraction, eyes narrowing—not in suspicion, but in concern sharpened by familiarity. "Do you want to go to the doctors with me? At least get it checked out, yeah?"