#hope I did it justice lmfao

[spurbleu]

i love ur writing so much!! my request is Ken Sato telling you to masturbate in front of him 😇 feel like he’d get pride out of turning u on

MDNI dirty talk, voyeurism

oh i absolutely believe this man gets a kick out of your arousal. he’d kiss you tougher, holding your face in his hands, calloused palms making your cheeks an ugly shade of pink. it’s all about the shapes with you two- the round of your spine, the cut of his shoulders, the slender line that barely separates you both- and the improper, beautifully dirty curve of your moans.

he’d step back from you, heaving. a web- attached at the base of his swollen lips. it would finished on your own, it’s wet strings drooping with the weight of your own reliance.

then the man fucking kneels.

“fuck yourself, baby. c’mon now, don’t be shy.”

and you do. one hand scissoring the doughy walls of your cunt, slick spilling over the stamp of your ass and onto the sheets. the other rubbing drunk circles on your clit- it’s bud bruised under the runes of your fingertips. your mind draws blanks as you mumble his name over the spit that collects under your tongue, spilling from the corners of your mouth in pre-orgasm drool.

he’d watch, chubbing up at the sight of you- just his fucking voice got you this riled? he palmed his boxers in thrill, enjoying seeing the shake in your legs, the spasm of your hips. reeling in his own ego, peeling back enough to reveal an indecency that kept him edging you on.

“so beautiful like this, baby. all wet for me.”

“don’t fucking stop baby. God- look at you. such a good mess for me, huh?”

he’d grab you by the hips eventually, cunt flush against his mouth as he finished you off. not that you were done, anyway. after the little act you put on, he’d keep you showing off for the rest of the night.

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

Magma

folk/acoustic cover by me and @bennie4twenny. original song by King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard.

me: vocals, violin, flute, tin whistle, bow bass

bennie: percussion, acoustic bass, mandolin, ukulele, kalimba, backing vocals, cover art, production

[elswynth]

Hello hello!

Did I initially make this account just to post this? Yes.

Do I regret it? No. :-)

This is just a lil(?) drabble type thing I wrote based off an ask sent in to @bf-vn regarding her character, Jun, and his punishment if he ever caught his darling masturbating!

Hopefully anyone who reads it likes it LMAO, Mimi I love ur writing so much, thank u for feeding us heathens <33 Consider this a farewell (from tumblr) gift lmao!! I’ve been so nervous to post this kdjkjdkdjfj but now seems like the perfect moment lmfao

To anyone who takes the time to read this: Thank you, and enjoy!! 💛

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"Now, now, kitten— what did I say?"

Jun bit back a smirk, struggling to remain focused as his love drunk eyes drank in the scene before him- or, rather, below him- as if it were a lake and he were a desert wanderer- parched.

Oh, how he loved, loved, loved when his beloved unraveled before him, coming apart in the form of delectable moans and the sweetest sighs, but this�� oh, he could get used to this.

Glittering silver shackles jingled with each jerk of your wrists- padded, of course- little silk ribbons tied for an extra cute touch reflecting the warm glow of the light above them ('I want to see all of you', he had always insisted) as you squirmed on the bed, sheets twisting and rustling as yet another orgasm died on your clit. He had pulled back just as he felt your body begin to tense with the build up, watching in an almost sadistic joy as your squishy, soft little cunt instinctively jerked up to try and meet his hefty, drooling cock, his eyes immediately drawn to the glistening strings connecting from your clit to his tip.

It was a cruel punishment, he knew- your hunger was near insatiable, something he would normally be ecstatic about and more than willing to indulge, bending you into the mattress or the couch or, if he was feeling particularly ravenous, the floor (which, with you, was a craving especially difficult to resist) the second he was able to. The sight of you so willing and eager always had his heavy cock dripping and rock hard— even just the smell of you, such a deliciously enticing scent, sent his appetite far into overdrive as he fucked into you with all the ferocity of a man in complete and utter devotion. With every thrust against your fertile cervix, he was willing his seed to take, to claim, to mark as soon as possible, seeking to pump you full and breed you nice and deep with every drop of cum that spilled from his more than accommodating cock.

But tonight...well, tonight things were different.

Tonight, you had been such a bad girl, thinking you could disobey and tease and prod at what was only his to pleasure.

How could you think your fingers would ever feel as good as his cock? Could ever stretch your snug little cunt the way he did— could ever have you cumming non-stop the way he did?

It was almost cute, truthfully— were it not for the softly bubbling jealousy boiling just beneath his skin, barely kept at bay by the sight and sound of you begging him to keep going, to let me cum, please!

A bit of a ridiculous thing to be jealous of, perhaps— but it was only because he should be involved in everything regarding you, pleasure especially. He had to guide you, teach you, show you that there was nothing else in this world that could make you feel the way he did.

"Mmm...well, you didn't seem so keen on requesting my assistance earlier, my darling."

He cooed down at you, his eyes glinting ever so slightly with something that could almost be unkind, were it not for the overbearing love interspersed in everything he did and said, in every look and every movement. Everything- it was all for you.

Everything was always— you.

"Are you beginning to see now, my sweet? That you need me to feel good? That you need me to feel heaven?"

He purred, feeling his patience wear thin at the view presented before him, eyes transfixed at the sight of your cute, tiny hole and the way it just seemed to ooze desire, sticky want trickling out and running sweetly down your ass before dripping onto the sheets, leaving the spot below your creamy thighs covered, soaked through in your lust.

Mmm. Bad girl, indeed.

His cock twitched at the display, brows furrowing in a feeble attempt at resistance before deciding to give in a little. Just a little. Would be good for you to feel, even if only a bit, exactly what you were missing, no?

Carefully, he moved his hips closer, nudging his cock head gently against your stiff, rosy little clit, all pretty and puffy with need, before slipping himself down, further down....to align his tip, slit nuzzling into your leaking hole, mind dizzy at the feeling of your liquids mixing together.

Slowly, so purposefully slowly so as to make sure it almost felt like torture, he pushed himself in— then stopped.

‘Just the tip. Just the tip.’

He chanted in his head, his body immediately struggling, willing himself to obey his own direction as a groan escaped him, head lolling back slightly at the sensation of your simmering walls greedily sucking on his cock head, twitching around him in desperation, your lovely little lips releasing damn near ambrosial gasps and squeals, hips bucking up to try and take more of him into your fleshy, tight cunt. Fuck, he wanted to pound into you so hard you saw stars, wanted to fuck you so good you'd be an incomprehensible, babbling mess beneath him as you took his cock so deep, perfect pussy cumming so tight around him—

But he couldn't allow that. Not yet, anyway.

And so, with every single ounce of willpower held in his body, he pulled back out, unable to hold back the devious grin that broke out on his face at the way your soaking wet gap clenched around nothing, winking up at him as you sobbed out between begs of no, please, please!!

So cute!

"What- did that not feel nice, sweetheart?"

He simpered down at you, knowing full well that your sweet little pussy could hardly let go of him when he pulled out, so frantic to be fucked by his nice, thick cock. It was so adorable.

Then, still in that sickly sweet tone, he added:

"Didn't I say this was a punishment, my love? You'll cum when I say you can cum, alright?"

It was phrased as a question.

It wasn't one.

With tender affection, he began his tyranny anew, taking a hand off one of your fleshy thighs to grab hold of his cock. With that charming smile turned smirk still on his face, he gently slapped the hot, red tip against your swollen little clit, earning tiny squeaks and gasps from you which filled him with so much love, he desperately hoped you knew how much he adored you.

"Hm? That feel good, darling?"

He teased, continuing in his gentle, too gentle little pats against your throbbing clit. It wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough, and he knew that— just as he knew that with how sensitive you were right now, you'd take pleasure in anything he had to offer. You would take anything he gave you. Anything at all.

A sentiment you may soon come to regret.

But that was for later.

Lost in his thoughts as he was (which were of you, anyway, because they're always of you), your cute voice begging and whining for more broke him out of them, a revering expression on his features as he stared down at your squirming form, all for him.

"More, you say?"

He chuckled, slowing his slaps down until halting entirely, biting his lip at the frustrated little whimper that forced out of you, those tears like dew drops on your lashes framing your eyes so prettily. He did hate seeing you cry, and were your tears for any reason besides the ardent desire burning in your body right now, he would immediately kiss them off and promptly hold you till you felt better. But, on this oh so special occasion- he could make an exception.

"More..."

He repeated, moving to once again align himself against your sopping, twitching hole, the beginnings of a push making your thighs tense. Your eyes widened, thighs opening just a bit more in anticipation...only to be met with disappointment as his cock instead slid up your syrupy slit to coat himself in your sticky sweet honey, switching his movements to instead begin rutting his tip against your clit just as he was before- only a bit slower.

Another laugh choked down in his throat at the way your body squirmed under him, agitated whimpers stuttering off your tongue as further whines of please!! fell onto his waiting ears.

"Hmm? This not what you wanted, angel? But you seemed so eager to play with this on your own earlier, isn't that right?"

He had brought you so close to cumming so many times like this already, reveling in how sweetly you begged for his cock in you, begged for the way it always went deep enough to leave you dazed in your euphoria. Not to mention, he was quite enjoying the way your face scrunched up in frustration every time he pulled away just as you got close to your release, whiny sobs echoing in his head that he would not soon forget. He had said it a million times by now, but, still-

"So cute..."

His movements increased in increments, slowly amping up his rhythm, eyes sparkling in adulation at having such a direct view of your increasing pleasure, such a direct view of all the signs your body gave of it- the way your cheeks reddened, your breath quickened, your whines became less pleading and more desperate, and....oh?

....Oh?

He stifled a laugh, deciding it best to let you believe you had the upper hand here for now, that you were fooling him in any way— it was cute, so cute, and he thought he'd take the time to enjoy it a bit longer. It was all so endearing to him, the way you really thought you could fool him. Him, of all people!

He knew your body like the back of his hand, had held and kissed and touched every inch of your figure in worship, could map out in detail every nuance of your design, and yet?

How sweet.

You honestly thought you could hide when you were cumming.

"Ah, not there yet, are we?"

He murmured above you, speeding his movements up just a tiny bit more, sucking his bottom lip up into his mouth and biting down in an effort to rein in his lust at the way you struggled to remain covert, trying so hard to fight the way your provocative body instinctively jerked and jolted the closer you got.

Fuck, you were so fucking cute, goddamn, threatening to make this lesson a failure by tempting him with that sweet little body of yours.

Without a single ounce of a warning, his hips stopped, shifting to lift his throbbing cock from your equally energetic clit, letting his sweet, charming mask slip for a second into something cruel at the way your voice immediately set to sobbing.

Pretty, whining, begging little wails, so nice and high-pitched, imploring up at him for his cock to brutally fuck into your slobbering pussy, to fill you up with so much cum it threatens to spill out (not that he'd ever allow that, mind you). The added detail of the chains within which your wrists were contained clinking in your desperation only served to make his cock twitch with need- balls tight with cum he was eager to spill into your fertile cunt, the shackles a reminder that you could never, ever leave him.

He tuts down at you, trying his best to make it seem like a sweet gesture, but he knew better- he was enjoying this, enjoying watching you writhe and plea for his cock in you, enjoying so immensely the way your body accepted for you the fact that it wanted to be filled by him, bred by him. What a sweet, darling little thing you were, weren't you? Puffy cunt drooling for his cock to make it all better? Oh, cutie.

"Ah, ah, ah— now, now, sweetheart. Did you think you were going to get anywhere with that little act of yours?"

He half whispered, all sweet and sugary amidst teasing nudges of his cock tip against your clit again, never enough to send you over the edge, but always just enough to make sure you knew he could have you cumming like a faucet the moment he decided you had learnt your lesson, squirting all over his thighs and dampening the sheets further in your ecstasy.

But, you hadn't- not yet, as made obvious by your little ploy.

You had tried to lie to him, and for that, well....another punishment should be enacted, yes?

"Aw, darling- you want to cum so badly you're willing to lie to me? Now, that's not very nice, is it?"

He hummed, his voice a deep rumble against you chest as he leaned down to brush his lips against yours, giving you a whisper of a taste before momentarily caving into his own more selfish desires and planting a kiss on you- fraught with need, tongue savoring your taste while his cock head poked at your clit in quick, teasing little nudges, stopping every time he even suspected you were anywhere near orgasm.

"You wanna cum, darling?"

He murmured against your lips, lifting his mouth off yours for just a minute to be able to take in the sight of you up close, your pretty eyes soaked with tears, flushed cheeks all soft and rosy, pouty lips asking to cum, all of it was so fucking beautiful to him— you had no idea how lovely you were, did you?

And you were begging again, hips jerking up to try and meet his cock head in a meager attempt at stimulation, all while sweet whimpers of his name, all mumbled and dazed, slipped off your tongue.

It was honestly more than he could take.

"You wanna cum?"

He repeated, this time with an air of yearning that he could not for the life of him fight back for the sake of punishment. His hips shifted once more above you, lining his pulsating cock against your tight little hole, restraint seemingly all but lost at feeling your cunt try to suck him in just at the initial contact, and then—

in an instant, he was sheathed inside you, mouth agape and eyes fluttering shut at how fucking tight your warm, fleshy cunt was, insistently pulling him further in, even as he was already balls deep in your sweetly shuddering hole. He had to take a moment then, letting the initial feelings wash over him, letting himself stabilize for fear of shooting fat ropes of sticky cum into your fertile womb too soon, far before your punishment could be completed appropriately.

After a moment, he felt ready enough to continue in his teachings, eyes opening to look down at you sweetly.

"Cum for me, then, angel."

He whispered, before immediately settling into a too fast pace, jerking your soft body up the bed with each needy thrust into your soaked little pussy, one hand reaching lower for his thumb to press down on your twitching clit.

It was so cute how quickly you gave in, too— as almost immediately, he felt your trembling cunt wrap tighter around his cock, a soft laugh escaping him between grunts of pleasure at the view of your body arching beneath him, thighs trembling in ecstasy around his hips as your orgasm completely overtook you. His thumb continued to draw quick, short circles around your clit....and continued, even after your high had come down, grinning at you when your eyes widened in what could have been fear at his actions.

However, this fear quickly morphed into delirium, eyes rolling up into the back of your head, body well aware of the next orgasm approaching— one of many that he planned to bestow upon you tonight.

He leaned down to you again, then, thrusts slowing just a little, but his thumb continuing in the same rapid circles, not giving you a break for even a second.

"You didn't think that was the end, did you, my sweet? I'm going to make you cum until you can hardly remember your own name, darling. Isn't that what you wanted?"

He chuckled out, before speeding up again, eyes sparkling in eagerness when he felt your snug, sticky hole contract once more, nearing your next climax with unrelenting ferocity.

This was a punishment, after all.

And he would make sure, through every orgasm he forced out of your needy cunt, that you remembered one crucial thing:

Nothing in this world could ever make you feel the way he did.

[bigbuffjoonie]

I am floored. Wow. What a finale!! Now that’s what I call stranger danger lmao! I have never seen the show it was inspired from so I really had no idea what to expect! This was an amazing suspenseful journey. Thank you so much for your work! I loved reading it! 💖

Strangers (Chapter Ten)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 6.7k

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence against women, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.

The day stretched on for what felt like hours but in reality was only about two before the sun had finally begun to set. The weather had been so weird, bright and sunny despite the dark clouds looming in the background. Something told you that the storm you sensed coming previously was finally about to arrive - just in time, too.

You had stared out the window of the hotel as Nayeon paced on the floor in front of the bed. She had been mumbling things here and there, reaching for her phone a few times before ultimately changing her mind. She didn’t like to be out of control of the situation, that much you could tell. You had never seen your best friend so stressed - not even during exam week - and you have to admit you didn’t like it. She had always been so sure of herself for as long as you had known her. If anything, this just emphasized the seriousness of the situation.

You’re sure you probably looked too blasé about the situation, a blank expression on your face as you rested your head on your knees. The truth was you just felt numb, having gone through so many emotions these past days already. This past month had taken a tremendous toll on you, the lack of sleep and stress finally catching up to you. You had no idea what the outcome would be after tonight but you found it hard to care. Jail almost sounded better than whatever awaited you both at the residence, but you weren’t exactly ready to go running to the police station right now anyway. Besides, you didn’t want to find out what Namjoon would do if you went against his wishes.

“Fuck it, I’m calling them.” Nayeon finally broke, picking her phone up off the bed and swiping at it.

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[ayyy-pee]

Can I request vampire Nanami surprising reader on a date but she broke up with him because she’s moving overseas to study animals

𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝔹𝕀𝕋𝔼𝕊

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Pairing: Stalker Vampire Ex-Boyfriend!Nanami Kento x Female Reader

WC: 5.8k

Summary: Did you think he would know how to find you? He's tasted your life essence, been engulfed in your delicious scent, drunk off the taste of you. You could leave if you wanted, he couldn't stop you. But he would find you, he would be watching.

Story Warning: Stalking, Jealousy, Obsession, Biting (duh), Suggestive Things I guess idk lmfao, Blood, Drinking Blood, Spit, Maybe a bit of fingering and who tf knows what else, Kissing with blood, Nanami spit lover?, Nanami Intoxicated on you and your bodily fluids, Exes to Something???, Fingering for sure actually, Kissing with Blood, Profanity bc it's ME, Nanami downbad like SO downbad for reader, he's such a little weirdo

Art by: 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗸𝘂ᴬᴿᵀ (@chitrartum) on X

Divider Credit: @jelliedink

A/N: FINALLLLLYYYYYY @lovebittenbyevans it's FINALLY up LOL. Listen, I know I said I would post it yesterday but if yall believed me, that's your fault! I'm a liar! Yall know! LMAO. Anyway, I hope I did this one justice. I haven't written Nanami in so damn long I found myself kinda second guessing myself a lot here, but I'm happy with the final product so I won't complain LOL. Anyway ENJOY!!!

‘There’s something familiar about this scene,’ Nanami thinks as he leans casually against the wall of whatever random building this is. 

There’s something familiar about you. You, and your laugh that causes this strange tingling sensation he hasn’t felt in who knows how long. You, and the way your hand grips onto an arm when you find something particularly amusing. You, and the way you lean a little closer when you’re happy.

‘And you’re so beautiful when you’re happy like this,’ he thinks. Happy, like you clearly weren't with him.

Nanami's eyes narrow, vision honing in on you and the way you laugh and hold onto an arm and lean a little closer because you’re content and enjoying yourself. If only you were laughing with him, gripping onto him, leaning a little closer to him like you used to.

Perhaps then, he wouldn’t be standing across the street with his gaze locked onto your form while you dine out with another gentleman who most certainly isn’t Nanami Kento.

Everything feels so familiar here, like he’s lived this scene before, because he has. But foreign as well, because he’s an outsider now, no longer a part of your world. Not by his choice. Nanami would never choose to be watching the life he once had played out before him. It feels like some sort of sick joke, like he’s being mocked as he’s watching as you do all the things you used to do with him before you’d up and left one morning, knowing it’d be impossible for him to follow you for quite some time. It gave you one hell of a head start, and it took Nanami awhile to find you again. 

But oh, he did find you. And here you are, sitting with another man in the very late hours of the night, at some hole in the wall food stand across the street of a busy intersection. You can’t see Nanami, not from this distance he’s put between you two. But he can absolutely see you, clear as day. Every movement you make, every twitch of muscle, he sees it. 

He can hear you, too– hear your laugh, your heartbeat, your breath, the rush of your blood flowing through your veins. He hears it. Everything.

Nanami watches, his eyes hardening when the man beside you slides his plate over and you take a bite of his meal. That used to be him with you at whatever shit hole you’d chosen for your date.

Nanami had always appreciated that about you. Sure, you enjoyed the occasional fancy night out at Nanami’s insistence – getting dolled up and dining at a Michelin star restaurant. But you much preferred the lowkey vibes of grabbing a bite to eat at a smaller establishment or local street vendor. Even if you knew that wasn’t Nanami’s scene.

“It just brings less attention to you,” you’d reason.

And Nanami isn’t an idiot. He could read between the lines. What you meant was it brings less attention to the fact that he never orders anything to eat, not even a bread roll. The waitresses would give him strange looks, glancing at your table occasionally as he simply watched you consume your meal while the most he could stomach was a glass of water at best.

It really can’t be helped. Human food makes Nanami viscerally ill, after all. If anything, you may have been more concerned that Nanami was eyeing the staff like they were on the menu.

He’d be lying if he said the sight of you sharing another man didn’t upset him. Not only did you give another man the place beside you that was once his own, you’ve welcomed him into your routine. Welcomed him to the smiles that were once meant for only his eyes. Welcomed him to the laughs that Nanami can hear even above the noise of this late night traffic across the road.

Simply put, you seem to have replaced him. You’ve moved on, tossed him aside for another. And it’s more than Nanami can say for himself.

It’s been months since you ended your relationship, and he just can’t seem to let you go. He knows he should. He knows that he shouldn’t be watching you the way he does. He can’t help it. Besides, it’s not as if you know what he’s doing. He usually keeps his observing to a healthy distance, only to ensure you’ve made it home safely. That you’re tucked into your bed and definitely not out on dates with new men.

Not too far, but not too close either. It’s become a habit for him. He works from home until the late morning, then he sleeps, because what else is he to do? He wakes up once the stars are visible in the sky, then heads straight to your home. And on days he’s not able to get to you because he’s busy…having dinner (sometimes it’s for business reasons!)…he just hopes you’re doing what you usually do on a lazy night; sitting in your pajamas and curled under the soft blankets he’d purchased for you early on in your relationship.

He likes to think you’d kept something that reminded you of him. Do you think of him? Because he thinks of you. Always. If his standing here staring at the back of your head like a madman isn’t any indication. He keeps all your little trinkets, too. Anything you’d left behind, he has. 

He’s lived a long life, human emotion having long been cast aside, and your presence awoke something in him. At the time, he couldn’t quite place this feeling and didn't bother digging any deeper for answers. But it’s your absence that provides the knowledge he never sought out. It reminds him that he was once human. That he was once capable of feeling more than insatiable hunger, the need to feed off another.

He’s capable of desire, of love. Nanami doesn’t think he’ll ever feel the way he does about you for anyone else.

Unfortunately for him, that doesn’t seem to be the case for you, as you appear to have finally started seeing someone new. But unfortunately, you’ve made the grave mistake of opting for what appears to be a date that falls within Nanami’s most active hours.

He’s used to the shadows, as it feels most like himself to hide under the cover of darkness. It’s how he was able to find you, able to sense that you’re even breathing and content sighs when you slept were noticeably absent when he’d found himself doing his nightly “check in” on you.

So he does what any concerned ex-boyfriend would do. He follows the sound of your heartbeat. All the way here, where you’re having far too much fun for his liking.

Brown eyes stare as you and your date finally wrap up dinner. Your date helps you from your stool, and you idly chat before he wraps you in a tight hug and Nanami feels his blood boil. Well, if he had a beating heart, he imagines his blood would be boiling. 

How dare this man put his hands on you so affectionately? And how dare you receive it so happily? Did all your time together – the kisses, the moans, the love you shared – mean nothing to you?

Fuck this. He’s going over there. 

But the moment your date leaves you and you turn to head the opposite direction, Nanami is torn. Should he follow you? Or should he follow your date? On the one hand, he wants to see what you’re up to, if you’re going home and if not, who and where are you going to? On the other, he’d love to sink his teeth into your date's jugular and rip his larynx out. So many tempting choices…but he opts for the former.

He’s on your tail quickly. He’s determined to speak to you, has to see you and confirm that you’re done with him for good. His body moves fast, hurrying through the crowd to try and catch up to you before you can slip through his grasp again. He won’t accept this. He’s given you ample time to come back. He won’t wait a moment longer.

When the crowd thickens in the busier part of the city, it becomes harder for Nanami to see you. The sounds of different heartbeats blend with your own and your scent becomes more difficult to track when you mix in the shitty perfumes and cheap colognes. Before long, he's lost you. 

His eyes dart around, quickly and thoroughly scanning every face and body in the crowd. But none of them are you. He's certain of that. Deep breaths, Nanami takes several of them focusing on the familiar rhythmic beat of your heart. The pedestrians move around him as he stands still, eyes closed as he focuses. They mutter their curse words or pardon themselves, but he can’t be bothered to listen to anything but you. 

At least a minute passes before he hears it. It's faint at first, but it's there. The light thumping of your heart. He follows it, all the way into a dark alley. And then the panic sets in. 

Why would you be here of all places?

Why is your heartbeat so quiet?

Are you in trouble?

“What the hell are you doing, Kento?” Your harsh voice has Nanami spinning on his heel, the tone unfamiliar to him. 

There you are, in all your glory. Beautiful as he remembers, though it’s not as if he hasn’t seen you recently. He just hasn’t seen you this close in awhile. The neon signs of the city cast a cute glow along your skin and Nanami has to resist smiling. Because you're also so very pissed, arms folded across your chest and a deep frown sitting on your lips. And yet, you still manage to mesmerize him.

“I was just out–” he begins coolly, but you cut him off.

“Out…Out what exactly?” You ask. “Out…following me?”

He should lie. 

He should tell you that he would absolutely never do something as outlandish as following your scent like some cartoon hound dog floating through the air as they chase the smell of food. But that may be hard to believe seeing as that’s how you two started out in the first place – with Nanami searching for his next meal (you) and you somehow charming him into taking you out to dinner instead. What a twist.

Weeks later, he would reveal himself to you as the blood hungry creature of the night he is. And you’d accept him for exactly who he was.

And still, he should lie. 

So that at least you feel a little better. Maybe you’ll think this is just some coincidence that he’s run into you in this dank alleyway in the middle of the night, but he doesn’t bother. You know him. And well, at that. 

So he tells the truth. All of it. 

Your laugh is dry, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to keep your composure. No one is around, save for the people passing by on the sidewalk, not sparing a single glance into the shadows where you hide with your ex-boyfriend. Still, you don’t want to draw any attention to the two of you. Less for either of your sake, and more for the poor person who deigns to interrupt.

“So you’ve been following me…”

Nanami wouldn’t exactly put it that way, but…

“Yes.” 

Okay, maybe he would.

He never was one to mince words.

“How long?”

He tilts his head in question.

“How long…” you pause briefly, seemingly gathering your thoughts. “Have you been watching me? Following me? Whatever the hell it is you’re doing?”

Nanami thinks about this, though he knows the answer. It’s been exactly four months and six days, about eighteen and a half weeks, one hundred and twenty nine days total since you left and he picked up this…obsession with you. But who’s keeping track?

“Since you left,” he answers with the truth once again. Even in this darkness, he can see your eyes widen in shock. He doesn’t want to scare you. He wants you to see how much he wants you, needs you even.

“Because you left me without a single word, ___” he tries to explain. “Won’t answer my calls, won’t reply to my text messages, won’t see me –”

Nanami steps closer to you, and you step back, and it causes this strange stinging sensation in his chest that sort of…hurts? Makes him want to beg you not to move any further, because he’s not sure he can withstand it now that he’s within reach of you again.

“Well apparently, you see me all the time!” You grit out, voice rising an octave before you catch yourself.

“I’m only making sure you’re safe,” he tries to reason, but you shake your head.

“No…” You hold up a finger between you both, keeping Nanami at a distance. And that sting settles in again. “No, you’re stalking me, Kento.”

“Yes, but you’re dating. I saw you.”

“And? I’m allowed to go out with people, Kento!”

It’s been so long since Nanami has heard you say his name. And you’ve said it three times in such a short span. It’s doing something to him that he can’t quite put into words.

“And how do you know they’re a good person? How do you know they won’t hurt you? I’m simply looking out for you.”

You rub aggressively at your temples. “Kento…” you sigh. “You…are…a…fucking…vampire.”

Nanami rolls his eyes.

“And a shitty one at that. But I dated you, and I was just fine,” You’re sure to add. “For a vampire, you’re really not as stealthy as you think you are, by the way.”

You’re right. Perhaps he’s been sloppy, following you the moment nightfall comes, tracking your whereabouts. He thought you hadn’t noticed, but has he really made it so obvious?

There’s a short bout of silence between you, you glaring hard at him while he tries to think of a way to make you see reason. But you look away, just as you ask, “Are you hunting me now?”

Your sudden question surprises Nanami, his brows rising when he hears the fear seep into your quiet voice.

He steps forward again, and this time he breathes a sigh of relief when you don’t move. “No, of course not.” His hands cup your face, tilting your head upward so you can see the honesty in his eyes. You let him hold you as he speaks. “I would never hunt you…” Your eyes narrow, and Nanami quickly adds, “...again.” 

He sees the way your lips purse together, like you’re trying not to find humor in that. “If anything, I was hunting your date…” he mutters, quickly tacking on “kidding,” when you narrow your eyes again.

But still, he makes a mental note to find that man later.

“The first time,” Nanami says honestly, “I hunted you with the intention to kill. Clearly, things didn’t work out that way.”

You sigh, your features softening as Nanami pours his heart out to you, the way he wishes you would’ve let him before you left. “No…they didn’t.”

He remembers the first time he’d caught your scent, so alluring and delicious, the first time he’d heard your heartbeat, and he’d let the sound lull him to sleep, the first time he’d pressed his tongue to your pulsepoint, the thrumming beneath making his nostrils flare. And then, the first time you’d let him taste your life essence…

“You changed me, ___,” he whispers. “I’m a monster, it’s true. I kill, I manipulate others to get what I want, I hurt others. But I’ve never done any of these things to you.”

Your hands find his wrists, holding tight while he finally blurts out everything he’s been keeping buried all these months.

“You leaving me…it left a hole in my life I didn’t know you filled at the time. I need you. I love you,” he says. “It’s why I watch you, why I follow you. I’m sure I sound a little insane…”

“An understatement,” you murmur. But there’s a tiny smirk playing at your lips. You’re teasing him.

“I have not felt this much emotion towards another since…” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “I don’t even know when. But I know for certain, I feel love when I think about you. I thought you felt the same…” He breathes hard, like it was such a strenuous task to get all of that off his chest. Eyes boring into yours, he mutters quietly, rather pathetically, he thinks, “...what changed for you? Why don’t you want me anymore?”

Any other vampire would be mocking Nanami to all hell, dragging his name through the mud at how desperate he is for you, a human. He loves you. There is no doubt there. Why else would he spend any and all of his free hours thinking of you, dreaming of you, seeing you anytime he closes his eyes? You consume him, and the irony is not lost upon him. 

It’s been so long since Nanami stepped outside in the daylight. So long since he’s felt the sun on his skin. But your warmth, your presence…you are his sun. He orbits around you. 

It can’t be helped. He knows what he wants, knows what he’d do to have you back. He just needs to know that you want him, too.

Your soft breaths against his face has his mind reeling. Your scent is driving him crazy. He doesn’t even know when you two had gotten so close.

“It didn’t change…” You confess, and if Nanami didn’t have incredible hearing, he would have missed it. Your feelings for him haven’t changed. “I’m leaving Tokyo, Kento…”

Nanami thinks he misheard you.

“I’m sorry?”

You repeat it, a little louder this time, albeit shakily. “I’m leaving. Going abroad for school.” You smile softly, and Nanami finds his thumbs gently caressing the apples of your cheeks. “I got into a program to study wildlife and…I’m going to go.”

Now Nanami wishes he had misheard you.

“You…left me…to go and study animals?” He’s not understanding. You can’t do that here?

“No. I left because I need this change, Kento.”

“Why?” The question comes out more strained, more desperate than he intended. “Why do you need to leave me to do this? Why do you need to see other people to do this?”

You can’t look at him now, eyes downcast. “I’m still young, Ken. I have to figure out my life.”

“And you can’t do that with me?”

This is all too much. Why the hell does studying animals mean you have to leave him? That you see other people romantically? That you give yourself to another? Perhaps he should just kill you. It feels like a better solution than letting you leave him for good.

“It’s only for a few years,” you reassure him. “I just…it was easier for me to cut and run. You can’t go with me. The trip is long and…the sun…you just–”

He gets it now. A lengthy flight abroad is impossible for someone like him. Of course you’d want a real life, a mortal life without him. He would be selfish to keep you from that. And he is selfish. He wants you, deserves you. After years of living in the shadows, he wants so badly to step into the light with you.

But he knows that he can’t. He knows he can only give you what you truly deserve – freedom.

“You’ll be great,” Nanami says, trying to control the way his voice threatens to break. “And when you’re done…if you still want me, come back to me, okay?”

You nod, tears pooling at your waterline as you make your silent promise clear.

There are no more words to be said. It’s the closure he needed, though not the results he wanted. He has to let you go. It’s not fair. That’s what he wants to say. He wants to grab you and take you back to his home and keep you locked up so that you can never leave him. Maybe turn you so that you can spend an eternity together. But it’s just not fair.

He feels your hands press against his chest, trembling as you stare up at him. “One more time before I go?”

It’s an offer he can’t, and won’t refuse.

Nanami kisses you, hard and long, hungrily. He slips his tongue into the cavern of your mouth, humming when your tongue tangles with his, and he’s already losing himself in you. In your touch, the little sounds you make, your scent, your taste.

God, how he missed you. How he will keep missing you when you’re gone and even until the day you return.

Your lips slot against his, messy and demanding, hands balling his shirt in your fists as you pull him closer. You step back, dragging Nanami with you, each step moving you further and further until your back hits the wall and Nanami’s towering over you. And he’s losing himself, humming when you sigh into his mouth, hands finding your waist and squeezing out of fear you’ll vanish into thin air if he lets you go, his head tilting just slightly so that he can take up more of your space, more of your air. He’s so lost in you that he barely feels the change, hardly makes out the little yelp you let out, your hands pushing him away as you roughly break free of the kiss. 

Eyes wide, your fingertips graze your bottom lip where a cut now resides, thick crimson blood dripping into your hand. “Your fangs…” you’re panting harshly. “They’re out.”

Nanami’s fingers are on his mouth, a single digit running through his lips, along his teeth where he feels the long, sharp canines fully protruding. He’s nicked you. He lost himself so much so he sliced your lip with his fang.

‘This is fucking embarrassing,’ he thinks. The urge to vanish into the shadows and forget about this encounter is strong.

This. This is the effect you have on Nanami. Any and all control he has is out the window. His fangs appearing on their own? It’s the equivalent of suddenly getting an erection while out in public. This has never happened to him before. Not with any of his past lovers. Not even when he’d first turned. And yet, you pull this reaction from him so easily. 

Nanami is overtly aware of humans and their mortality, of course. So he doesn’t particularly go out of his way to care for them. But you…he cares for you. You have him skulking around like a rat in the dark, waiting for you to look his way. You have him losing control of his fangs like he’s some goddamn adolescent vampire just from the taste of your saliva.

It’s definitely not the liquid he’d prefer, but he loves it all the same. Intoxicatingly saccharine, so sweet it almost hurts.

“I’m so sorry,” Nanami whispers, taking your hand from your lips. “I lost control.” He lifts your hand to his face, eyes boring into yours as he inhales the enticing scent of your blood. One long breath, deep, savoring the smell. “That seems to happen a lot when it comes to you.” His tongue darts out, his gaze locked on the way your breath hitches, how your heart beats loud like a drum as he slowly drags the warm and wet muscle along your skin.

‘Delicious,’ his mind sings. Nanami’s body reacts as it always does when he even catches the scent of your blood. He leans forward until he’s only an inch away before he drags his tongue along the swelling cut on your lip, humming gruffly at the taste. He’d missed you, and your blood. It’s unlike any others. 

You watch him through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly. The sounds of the bustling city just down this alleyway drown out as the two of you simply stare at each other, neither daring to look away. You may not be able to see as well as Nanami can in this darkness, but he sees you, and he’s sure he wears the exact same expression as well – love, desire, need. He sees the way you hold all of it in your eyes. You do care for him, you do love him the same way he loves you. You want him the way he wants you. He sees it so clearly.

He kisses your lips tenderly, careful not to hurt you again. Slow, steady, a bit more controlled than before. He’s trying to reign it in. But it’s you who deepens the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Nanami closer as you kiss him harder. Your tongue finds its way into his mouth, and Nanami groans, the metallic blend of your blood and saliva sweet on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he breathes.He lips are on yours, rougher this time, the cut on your lip opening again and bleeding, mixing into both of your mouths. “Did you always taste this good?” 

You giggle in response, a sound he missed dearly. 

“I’m serious,” Nanami pants. “I feel like I can’t think straight just from kissing you.” He grinds his hips into yours, evidence of his need rubbing against your center. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted this again? How badly I’ve wanted to see you, to hold you, to touch you, to t–?”

He catches himself, not wanting to beat a dead horse.

“Taste me?” You whisper, fill in the gap, humor in your tone. 

Well, it does come with the territory, he supposes.

“That, too.”

Your fingers play with the short blonde locks sitting at the nape of Nanami’s neck, staring up at him and it reminds him of the domesticity you used to have. Reminds him of those little moments in between the busyness of your lives. “I have some idea,” you sigh as Nanami dips his head down to kiss along your jawline, down your neck. “You did stalk me for months, after all.”

He hums against your skin, acknowledging the fact. His lips drag along as he finds the spot that calls to him, and when he presses a light peck to the place where he can see your pulse fluttering, you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. This was always the part you sort of dreaded, he recalls. And it was also the part you both were most excited for.

“Can I?” Nanami pleads, rubbing his nose along your pulsepoint and inhaling deeply. Your scent has changed, the anticipation and little bit of fear in your blood evident to him. So he presses another kiss, sweet and soothing to your neck again in hopes to calm you. He hopes the answer is a resounding yes, that you’ll let him do this one last time before you leave him for who knows how long.

He’s certain he’ll die right in this spot if you say no.

But your hand glides along his arm, until your fingers wrap around his. You guide his hand to the waistband of your pants, his fingers just barely beneath the fabric, and Nanami groans eagerly.

“Have me,” you whisper, whimpering quietly when Nanami runs his tongue along that spot. “I want you to.”

Nanami’s nostrils flare, the rapid rhythm of your pulse pounding beneath his tongue sending him into overdrive. If he’s being honest, this is his favorite part. Perhaps he gets off on the small bit of fear you exude just before this. He can’t help it. It’s instinct for him.

His hand slips between your bodies, into your pants as you loop your both arms around his neck. The feeling of your dripping core makes his cock throb within the confine of his own pants. But he can take care of that later. Right now, he only sees (and hears, and smells) you. He inhales deeply once more, kissing along your jaw once more until he reaches your lips. His lips slot against yours, needy and hungry until he has to force himself to break away in case he loses control again. He’s back at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, right where your pulse beats wildly beneath your skin.

“It may hurt,” he warns, but it’s only to make himself feel better, really. You’re aware of the pain, having experienced it many times before. And still, even with the bit of pleasure it gives him, Nanami feels a little guilty about it.

“It’s okay. I can take it,” you assure him softly.

Of course you can, his sweet love. You would let Nanami do this time and time again if he asked, would you? And this is what Nanami remembers. How pliant you become when he’s got you like this. So eager to give him whatever he asks for. 

How will he live without you?

Nanami groans, low and rough against your neck, murmuring about how much he’ll miss you, how he loves you, how you’re so perfect for him and he’d rather die than to have another take your spot in his world. All the romantic words he’s been hoping to say fall from his lips, and he can hear from the way your heart drums against your ribcage that you’re feeling the effects of his words. He means every one of them, he hopes you know. 

His lips brush against your skin, presses one last, sweet kiss to the spot, murmuring, “I love you,” while his fingers run through your slick folds. Your legs tremble as Nanami’s rough fingers rub tight and slow circles on your clit. Your hands have found his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt as you hang on. Every curse and moan from your lips is music to Nanami’s ears, only making him harder, more desperate to hear you make more of those noises.

He keeps his ministrations going, slipping forward until he has a single finger positioned at your entrance. He pushes in gently, just barely enough to garner a reaction, but your mouth still falls open with a soft gasp.

“So tight, so sensitive still,” he speaks, muffled against your neck.

Nanami’s tongue runs along your pulse, mouth opening slightly so that his lips lift and pull back. His canines push forward from his gums, exposing the long set of sharp fangs that have been screaming to be let loose. The relief he feels at finally being able to freely expose the long canines has Nanami letting out a strangled groan, murmuring an “I love you” just one more time before he’s slowly sinking his fangs into you at the exact moment he adds a finger to your entrance, pushing in and stretching your walls. His eyes roll to the back of head immediately, the thick and warm liquid filling his mouth, and he consumes everything you’re willing to offer.

It’s no wonder Nanami felt the need to follow you from the moment you’d left him. There is something completely addicting about you, something that doesn’t simply satisfy his hunger and cravings, but so much more. 

Your teeth bite down on your lip, an attempt to not scream at the sharp pain. Your hands squeeze hard, the discomfort running through your entire body. And Nanami squeezes you, too, one hand holding onto your waist for dear life, for something that will tether him to this moment here and now with you. Because he doesn’t want to lose control, doesn’t want to hurt you any more than he already is. 

Your eyes are closed tight, mind reeling with the intense pain and ecstasy you’re feeling while Nanami drains you, simultaneously pumping his fingers into you, and you quickly find yourself overcome with pleasure. Your quiet gasps and moans of pain turn to quiet gasps and moans of bliss, and the iron grip you had on Nanami eases.

He drinks from you like he hasn’t fed in days, and it has your head spinning, the quick depletion of your blood making your legs shake. It doesn’t help that Nanami’s fingers are picking up speed, reaching the place that makes you whine and beg for more, the lewd sound of your wetness mixed with both your muffled moans filling the space of this disgusting alley. 

You haven’t fucked anyone since you left him all those months ago, and now you’re remembering why.

There’s not much Nanami needs to do to quickly have you unraveling beneath him. Be it his mouth, his hands, his cock, he knows exactly what to do to make you come undone. You’re not shocked at all when Nanami presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing delicious circles on it, and your walls squeeze down on his thick fingers just as he bites down on your neck a little harder. Then he messily breaks his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath, standing tall and looming over your form so he can have a front row seat to your orgasm crashing over you suddenly.

Your lips fall open, a loud cry threatening to burst from your chest. But Nanami’s lips find yours, silencing you when his tongue immediately enters your mouth so that you can taste yourself on him. You moan, the taste of metallic heavy between you as you ride out your high on Nanami’s thick fingers.

You’re like this for a while, kissing lazily as Nanami pumps into you. When you’ve finally come down from your high, Nanami slips out of you easily, not wasting any time before he’s putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. You can just make out the dried blood staining around his mouth and his chin, and you wonder if you share a similar look.

It’s strange to taste your own blood, you’ve always thought so, but it’s not bad. Not when it’s Nanami you’re sharing it with. Not when it’s with someone you love.

You gaze up at the man you feel you can’t live without, but know you must in order to truly find yourself, your happiness, and your heart races. How could you have ever thought you’d be able to live a normal life after leaving him? How could you have given up this love you strongly share? Could you truly leave him here alone for the next few years? 

You don’t have the answers, but you know you can’t go back on what you’ve planned for your future. You need this, and he knows it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this bit of time you have together. You were stupid to think you could cut and run. You don’t want to be away from him.

“Can we take this back to your place?” You whisper, pulling Nanami down for another kiss, softer this time, teasing almost. You press a palm to his groin where you feel his desire for you, and Nanami grunts at your touch. “I want to spend every second with you before I go.”

[ageofstarkey]

Hi! Could you write a Mattheo one, where it’s that time of the month, and you’re just really not feeling like facing the world.

poor thing ✰ m. riddle

summary: you’re on your period, and matthéo’s there to help you feel less awful.

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: reader is implied to be afab, mentions of reader having their period, discussion of period-related symptoms, nothing else really???

note: hello!! thank you so much for the request!! i’m still trying to find my groove with writing, but i hope i did your prompt some justice :’) also pretend that boys can in fact enter the girls dorms in this universe lmfao

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“aren’t you getting up for potions?”

when you roll over, you see pansy watching you from the doorway. she’s dressed and ready for the day - book bag slung carefully across her body. she studies you with something akin to concern; awaiting your response with perfect, furrowed brows.

with a quiet sigh, you push yourself into a half-sitting position. “i don’t think so. i got my period last night and i feel absolutely horrid.”

“want me to tell riddle? i’m sure he’s looking for an excuse to skip anyway”

you roll your eyes fondly. “he’s already missed too many lessons this year - let him figure it out on his own time, yeah?”

pansy shrugs. “fine. hope you feel better.”

you groan, flopping none-too-gracefully back on your pillow. “me too.”

when pansy leaves, you take a few moments to savour the silence. it does little to ease the uncomfortable ache in your abdomen, but it’s quiet enough that you can almost pretend your head hasn’t been throbbing since the second you opened your eyes.

eventually, you snuggle back under your thick quilt, resigned to sleeping away your misery. it doesn’t take long for your fatigue to take over, pushing you steadily towards the edge of unconsciousness.

you’re nearly asleep, when you hear a sharp knock at the dormitory door. your brows tug downwards in confusion. with a quiet groan, you drag yourself out of bed. the floors are shockingly cold against your bare feet, and you curse quietly under your breath as you approach the door.

when you tug it open, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriends handsome face. although he should be in class, you can hardly fight the grin that tugs at your lips. “you are not supposed to be here.”

matthéo quirks an eyebrow, sporting a smirk you know all too well. “shall i see myself out then?”

you roll your eyes fondly. “no.”

“didn’t think so.” he lets himself in, kicking the door shut behind him. “do you wanna lay down?”

“merlin - more than anything.”

he tugs you gently towards him, pressing his lips against your forehead in a chaste kiss. “i figured as much.” he murmurs the words against your skin, punctuating them with another kiss. when he pulls away, he nudges you gently towards the bed. “how are you feeling?”

“awful.”

“cramps?” he shrugs off a few layers of clothing, before tugging back your quilt and laying on the bed.

with a gentle little tug, you’re falling into the empty space beside him. “my entire body just… aches.” with a defeated sigh, you drop your head on his chest.

matthéo hums softly, stroking a gentle hand up and down the length of your spine. “poor thing.”

“tell me about it.”

with a quiet little laugh, he tilts your head up towards his own. “do you think you’ll survive?”

“i really might not, théo. this might be it for me.”

matthéo rolls his eyes, but he wears a fond little smile that gives him away. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i am not!” your lips turn downwards in an involuntary pout. “it hurts.”

“i know, sweetheart.” he closes the small gap between you, kissing away your feeble little frown. “why don’t you try and get some rest, hm?”

“you’ll stay?”

he kisses you again - longer this time, and you swear you’re feeling better already. “‘m not going anywhere.”

[myysaints]

hi i hope you’re doing okay! i wanted to know if it’s possible to request something with carlos where he had this crush on y/n who’s a famous actress or singer and is a complete mess when he gets to meet her at a grand prix

thanks if you do it and ps i love your work!!

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CARLOS SAINZ x f!singer!reader

⌗︙・ summary — your first appearance at the miami grand prix turns heads – catching the eye of one particularly enthusiastic driver in red.

genre — fluff, socmed au, fc: sabrina carpenter

notes — hi anon!! i am doing okay thank u for asking 🌷 and thank you for the ADORABLEEEEEE request!!! love the idea of carlos being this cool suave guy and just utterly melting lol. thank you for your kind words of support <3 hope i did your request justice! (also thinking of making a pt 2 hehe)

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yourusername    miami i am in u ❤️🤰

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user    literally a goddess

user    we need the album !!!!!!!

user    LMFAOOO the caption she is so unserious i love it

user    mother getting a good rest after a SMASHING world tour, deserved ✨

user    y/n going straight to miami after finishing her asia world tour is so random lol 😭😭

user1    i heard she’s going to the f1 race this weekend, maybe that’s why shes there user2    ohhh, makes sense ig. is she even a fan though? user3    dunno, but a ferrari driver liked her pic so good enough i guess 🤣

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revealmoi    UPDATE: The people anon are referring to are NOT Taylor Swift and Fernando Alonso. Lol.

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user    The way Deux had to say that the blind isn’t about TSwift and Alonso LOL

user    “Fast Times” – Y/N L/N’s newest single. “Blonde songstress” – Definitely L/N. “Spicy individual” – ?

user1    the chili emoji was so random lol user2    has to be carlos sainz, smooth operator and chili are both his nicknames user3    hmmm but anon would have specified if the spicy indiv was a driver right? i feel like that’s pretty big info to leave out

user    not carlos liking the post HELLO?????

user    no way this is about carlos and y/n, he doesn’t even follow her 😭

user4    he likes almost all her posts though user5    lmfao liking posts but not following, that’s even shadier imo 💀💀

user    idk man i’m just glad that my girl y/n is finally getting the appreciation she deserves 👑

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You knew attending a Formula 1 Grand Prix would be hectic – after all, you had just ended the Asian leg of your world tour, and Miami was always swarming with press – but you did not expect just how chaotic things would get.

“It’s great being here!” You flashed a bright smile to Martin Brundle, who was currently following you around the pitlane as apart of Sky Sports’s coverage. “Obviously, I’m here to support Ferrari, who have so kindly invited me this weekend, but I’m just really excited to feel the energy and watch the race.”

Martin nods, a sly smile creeping onto his face. “I just have to ask, out of pure curiosity, of course: Is it true that Carlos Sainz personally invited you to attend this weekend’s race?”

You laugh, casting a nervous look to your publicist, who shakes her head with a stern look. You turn back to Martin and the camera, an apologetic look on your face as you recite the statement your agency has prepared for you. “I really don’t know much, it was Ferrari’s PR team who reached out to me, after all. So, whatever the rumours say, just know I’m as clueless as you are!”

That gets a laugh out of Martin, at the very least, and you think that he’s about to leave you alone. However, unfortunately for you, you’ve just reached the Ferrari garage, and are greeted by the sight of none other than Carlos Sainz himself standing at the entrance, chatting with his engineer.

Your publicist almost immediately motions for you to step aside, but Martin is one step ahead of her as he grabs your arm, tugging you along with him as he makes a beeline towards the Spaniard.

“You know what – Why don’t we ask the man himself?” he grins deviously, steadfastly making his way into the Ferrari garage.

You stutter out weak protests, casting doubtful looks to your publicist. But she merely sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, gesturing for you to go ahead with Martin. You shrug, following Martin into the Ferrari garage. Not that you have much of a choice – the presenter seems unshakeable as he heads towards Carlos, who has his back turned, blissfully unaware of the chaos approaching him.

“Carlos! Carlito! My man!”

The Ferrari driver grins, whipping around as Martin claps a hand on his back. “Martin! What brings you to the gara-”

As his gaze shifts from Martin to you, his voice trails off. Time seems to slow – A red heat spreads across his face, and he ducks his head down in a fit of sudden coughs. You stand by Martin’s side with a small smile, extending your hand to offer him a water bottle.

“You okay?” you ask with a teasing smile.

Carlos nods furiously, a large hand reaching out to take the water bottle from you. His fingertips brush yours as he does so, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He blushes harder at the brief moment of contact, turning his face away from you as he gulps down the water, still spluttering.

Amidst a few weak coughs, he grits out, “Choked on my spit,” before clearing his throat, raising his head to flash you a shy smile.

Martin sends you a knowing smirk, chuckling lowly. “Come on, what happened to being the ‘Smooth Operator’, huh?”

You roll your eyes playfully, returning Carlos’s meek smile with a bright grin. “Oh, lay off him, Martin.”

Turning to Carlos now, you extend your hand with what you hope is your friendliest smile, “Nice to meet you, Carlos! I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he blurts out, all too quickly. His cheeks flush red, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “I mean, yeah, I know... ‘Cause, well, I like your music. It’s really good.”

Martin cuts in, microphone in hand, “So, Carlos, word ‘round here is that you were the one who campaigned for Y/N to be invited. Is that true?”

Carlos rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, suddenly averting his eyes and avoiding your gaze as he smiles shyly. “I don’t know who told you that… I’ll need to have a chat with the team about adding more privacy clauses in their contracts next time.”

You giggle, and that makes his head snap towards you. “Nothing, nothing, ignore me. That was just hilarious.”

“Ignore you?!” Martin exclaims, practically shoving you towards the Ferrari driver, whose eyes have now almost doubled in size. “Oh, come on, you youngsters. Get to know each other! This isn’t the 1920s, you don’t need an old geezer like me to chaperone you all the time. Get chattin’!”

You send Carlos a teasing smile, to which he shyly returns.

“Well, Carlos,” you bump his hip playfully, “How ‘bout a tour of the garage?”

He nods, leaping up and offering you his hand, ever the gentleman. “Of course, it’d be my pleasure.”

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pain relief

Austin Butler x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

Reader is trying to hide her chronic pain from her man

warnings: chronic pain (migraines), insecurities, smutty

THIS FOR ALL MY CHRONIC PAIN GIRLIES!!

notes: WOW even with all the Austin wips in my notes this is my first one to be posted, wow idk makes me nervous 😅 yall I hope I did our sweet boy justice.

No description of ethnicity one comment of complexion that’s it but reader when I write is always written with myself in mind. It’s soooo self indulgent.

this is SUPER self indulgent, So I first thought of this from his interview with Jimmy Kimmel when they asked about the migraines as an excuse not to have sex and of course his response was spot on he said “I don’t know what a migraine is” and Jimmy said “of cour you don’t” lmfao bc idk if I’d even turn him down if I had one!

I had a really bad period of back to back migraines for a couple months and this is what my brain rewarded me with in between one. I really don’t know what this is yall lol so don’t ask idk if I’m actually happy with it but yea lol

I put x reader but idk I guess it can tell be read that way, I don’t have the energy to re write it y’all so

now that I’m starting to feel better I will be catching up on my other wips.

if you like it, love it, fuck with it leave some love. I DO NOT give permission for my shit to be used anywhere by anyone.

🤕

Don’t focus on the pain, don’t focus on the pain she repeated over and over again in her head from under the safety of the soft cool cotton comforter as if it would keep away the pounding pain, protect her from it. 

It would not. 

Even with the house dead silent, the fan on for a little noise and all the black out curtains drawn that her boyfriend insisted he buy when he learned about her diagnosis from childhood- she knew relief would not find her. She shifted trying to readjust and find a more comfortable position to lay in, the little pocket above her head letting much needed cool air into her little bubble. 

She knew a few weeks ago she should have reached out to her neurologist but she’d just been so busy it kept slipping her mind and the aspirin had been holding her over but this? no this one was a monster and it was full peak right now. It started almost a day ago after the LA screening for The Bikeriders and had not gone away.

It didn’t help that they also just got back from the UK press tour. All the flying, the red carpets, the flashing lights and noise was starting to take its toll. Recently her boyfriend of just a little over a year revealed to her how much he enjoyed having her accompany him and how he loves sharing those moment with her. Hence all the traveling she’d done recently at his side. 

They still believed in healthy space but they truly enjoyed being together as much as they could. 

Usually she’d fly out every 2 or so weeks to wherever he was since her job was more flexible, their relationship was long distance since she was still living in New York. Which they’d also discussed changing that status but they both agreed to iron out the plans once the tour was over and he had a few weeks of down time. They figured the actual move would happen after he filmed in NY the end of summer. Knowing summer was her favorite time to be home, ever the thoughtful boyfriend. 

Though she was nervous to tell her family. They adored Austin but they’re a very close family and not seeing them everyday would take a lot of time to adjust to but it was important at this point in their relationship to actually be together. He even mentioned he’d love to look for a New York apartment which she had thought was unnecessary they could just stay with any of her family members when they visited until he reminded her she wouldn’t want her family to know she was his pretty girl who got cock drunk and loud when he fuck her stupid. Yes their own place was necessary. 

She felt a sharp pain at her temple and groaned. It was like her brain was telling her to stop thinking about all the stress and think about the pain she was in, which she didn’t want to do either honestly. She wish she could sleep it off but it was impossible. 

She flipped her pillow to the cool side and once again tried to empty her brain. Deep breaths girl deep breaths, the pain isn’t forever. 

She heard the front door slam shut up, which made her curl up even more in a fetal position and the deep smooth voice of her favorite person calling out to her. That voice was her favorite in the whole world but right now she needed silence. She had hoped the migraine would have been over by the time he got back but she wasn’t so lucky. Now she would have to face the music.

She had been telling him the past couple weeks it was just little headaches nothing serious, he knew she got migraines but hadn’t experienced any with her so far. The past 2 years she hadn’t needed to be medicated, the doctor couldn’t tell her why they suddenly stoped and why she was only getting little headaches every once in a while. This is why she was so unprepared and completely out of her medication she hadn’t needed in so long; she truly thought they had finally stopped for good. 

She couldn’t have been more wrong with the pain that was throbbing in her head. The front of her skull a constant ache and the back at the base of her skull and neck a wicked throbbing. The pain in her neck and shoulders unbearable even right between her eyes a sharp pain. She felt like she was dying. The fatigue of the attack her body was under was starting to catch up to her. She was trying to hold back the tears but the sound of boots pounding up the stairs along with the call of baby had her on the verge of a tearful melt down. 

She wanted to avoid the conversation that would surely come after this, when he would witness her in a peak migraine state. She felt horrible because she knew he’d feel like it was his fault for encouraging her to come with him to all the press events but it wasn’t his fault. 

She was an adult and she should have addressed this weeks ago with him and her doctor when the headaches started and not try to hide it to avoid worrying him. 

She should have been honest and though she has no reason to be she was scared to tell him.  She was scared he may think she wasn’t able to handle this kind of life. What if he wanted someone who didn’t need to recharge so often? Or someone who could just do anything with him at anytime not be laying in a bed sometimes for more then a day in pain and grumpy. Someone who couldn’t be touched in this state or be the prefect girlfriend. 

She also knew she sounded ridiculous that wasn’t who Austin was but it didn’t stop the insecurity she had about her migraines and how they held her back from life sometimes. Held her back from being fully emerged into his lifestyle. The guilt wrecked her. 

She knew she was mostly feeling insecure about her migraines because of those comments. She wasn’t normally insecure but recently she had read some comments which usually don’t bother her, about her and Austin’s relationship and how unhappy she looked being on press tour and if she was so unhappy why not just leave so he could be with someone who was happier with him. Those people obviously ignored the photos that were not taking at events that showed how happy they were but not knowing or they probably didn’t care she couldn’t be happier than she was, she was just suffering from more frequent migraines. 

So of course they’d focus on the bad, not all the fans but some. A lot of fans, who she felt were real fans could simply see how happy Austin seemed again. She knew how that felt, she met Austin as a fan and all his relationships and flings after Vanessa seemed lackluster and without any real connection, so she got it. But some of the comments were really getting to her at this moment. Especially the ones about how he looked happier with Kaia (which she knew was a lie from hell, she heard all about that relationship from Austin, his last ex) and then the ones about Vanessa looking happy ALL the time, which was funny because Austin spoke to her about their relationship also and if fans only knew it wasn’t always perfect, yes they loved each other but still there was a lot of hurt in that relationship for Austin. 

Then when those things would pop up she’d think what she’d say to her mans ex’s if she ever met them or if she’d just ignore them. 

Her head throbbed hard from all the unnecessary thinking and stress she was bringing onto herself, things she normal never paid any mind when the bedroom door swung open. 

Baby? He called again, steps coming to a slow stop halfway into the room when she assumed he noticed the state of the room; all the curtains drawn, the TV and lights all off, no noise but the fan she placed near the bed even though the central air was on and the pile of blankets on the bed covering her balled up body. Not a single part of her visible as she quickly stuck her hand out the air pocket at by her head careful to not let any light in and weakly waved at him. She could hardly speak let alone move her head to acknowledge him anymore. 

“Baby you still in bed? It’s 10” He asked as he walked closer, not that he cared it was just unusual for her and caused a bit of concern to form in the pit of stomach. 

He watched the head or he’s assuming area of the blanket shake in a yes motion. Even with the black out curtains there was still just enough light to make out everything in the room. 

“Baby what’s wrong” he asked in a soft voice from the edge of the bed, his hand running gently up and down some part of her body under the blanket. Her body coiled away from his touch. He tried to shake away the slight sting it caused him.

“uh migraine” she whispered weakly, if he wasn’t mistaken he could hear the underlying embarrassment in her tone. What could she be embarrassed about? 

“Oh shit baby, you need anything? Anything I can do?” He genuinely asked in gentler tone, though she couldn’t see how his eyes soften knowing she was probably in an immense amount of pain. 

He felt useless. 

“Uh no, just gotta be left alone for a while” this time there wasn’t any embarrassment in her tone just guilt. 

Austin tried to school his own face and tone of disappointment. He know he couldn’t do anything truly to make it go way but he wanted to help, wanted to be there for her like she’d been there for him on all his overwhelming days and nights from filming and traveling. His sweet girl deserved that. Then he thought back to this one thing he’d came across when he was reading online about migraines when she first told him she got them pretty frequently in the past. He quickly dismissed that idea, a slight blush creeping up his neck, he felt a little embarrassed himself for even thinking to suggest that, who says that to their partner Austin? He thought. She clearly needed to be alone. 

“Ok I’m just head downstairs then, call me if you need anything”  

He took another moment eyeing her blanket fortress before turning and slowly heading Towards their bedroom door.

“Austin?” He heard her call shyly, her voice still muffled from the layers covering her.

“Yea?” His own tone was laced with curiosity.

“Uh…there…there is one thing you could probably do for me…if you don’t mind..if you do it’s ok-“ 

He was quick to be at her side, slipping out his shoes, ready for whatever. His stomach burned a little thinking she may ask what he thought of just briefly a moment ago.

“Anything” 

He watched her baby blue fresh set of nails slip from under the blanket and her hand reaching out for his. His own large hand was in hers before he even registered it moving. She tugged him lightly, his body following gently. He was careful not to touch her as he laid next to her, his chest near where her head was, he remembered her saying how she didn’t like to be touched when she was having an episode, everything felt more intense and for some reason it usually amplified the pain. 

“Can I use your hand for a while?” She asked shyly still under the safety of the blankets, he could hear her clearer through the hole she left at the top. 

He felt guilty at the blood that rushed his cock.

“Of course” He said squeezing the right hand that held his left one. 

He allowed her to maneuver his hand so that his left hand was under her head, she placed his fingers at the base of her skull, thumb on one side and his fore finger and pointer finger on the left side.

“Can you keep your fingers like this and apply as much pressure as you can? This are some of my pain points and the right kind of pressure can ease the pain a little, usually I tie a scarf but it isn’t always helpful” she mumbled weakly. 

He was confused. 

“Oh ok..I..I thought-“ 

This wasn’t something he read, though he seen something about heat compress. He was confused because he thought she was going to ask for his hand to give her an orgasm. That was something interesting that he had came across. It said it didn’t work for everyone hence why he was slightly embarrassed to suggest it, he didn’t want her to think he was only thinking with his dick. 

He applied the pressure anyway, happy to help anyway he could.

“Is that good baby?”

“You can press a bit harder” 

He did as she said, feeling her body adjust just the tiniest bit next to him. A soft sigh leaving her lips.

She soft voice thanked him. He hummed a response, his own body adjusting slightly to get more comfortable.  He would lay here as long as she needed.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she called his name.

“Yea?” He asked feeling more tired himself than what he thought he was when he got home.

“What were you going to say? When I asked for your hand?” She replied softly voice full of the need for sleep.

His felt that fire and a blush come back. He chuckled to himself. Now was good as anytime to confess his unconventional suggest and figure out if it was something helpful to her or if it was something she even heard of before. 

“Uh..I..I had been reading about migraines when you first told me you got them, trying to understand them better-“ He was cut off by a whimper she made, a pitiful sound of endearment. He knew what she was thinking, she was taken back by his willingness to be there for her however he could and that meant trying to understand what she would be going through. He kept going. “And I was reading how orgasms can sometimes help temporarily, but I didn’t want you to think I was just thinking with my dick” he concluded softly. Feeling better about just getting it out and in the open, it didn’t feel so dirty anymore, like he was taking advantage somehow. He knew her better than to think she would think that but it didn’t stop his insecurities about the topic. 

He felt her body stilled.

shit was she mad at him? He felt the slight unease creep into his stomach and his insecurities intensify at the thought that she would be mad at him for suggesting such a thing when he noticed her right hand slip from under the covers. 

Her soft palm facing up and open in a silent question and permission, are you still willing? And of course you can touch me. 

He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and gave her his right hand, her soft fingers gently pulled his under the covers, her forearm resting ontop of his own as she slipped his hand under hers to be guided where he couldn’t see. Once his rough fingers tips ghosted over her wet pussy he didn’t need anymore guidance, he knew her too well, maybe better than she knew herself. 

She gasped at the first touch and her hand left his to grip his forearm, as he’d started to explore her wet folds.

“How are you this wet already sweet girl? Hmm? Just can’t help yourself around daddy?” Austin questioned softly from above her, awe clear in his voice. He stayed laid on his left side, careful his body other than his hands didn’t touch her. 

“Fuck” she groaned quietly from under the blankets. “Guess my body always needs you daddy” she moaned out. He groaned as his fingers applied more pressure and speed. 

He felt the twitch in cock as she coated his fingers and moaned softly and weakly. His fingers switching between slow and quick. He was so painfully hard. He had to stay focus this was about her but how could he when her tight wet warm pussy was calling him? Begging for him. Her body was hardly moving just her hips grinding slowly into him.

Even fully covered by a ton of blankets he was still completely in-tune with her body. He didn’t need to see her face though he wished he could to kiss her soft lips, to know the pleasure he was giving her, to know she was close. 

He blindly felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy driving into his hand slowly chasing the pleasure he was somehow able to provide in this state.

“Cum for me pretty girl, take it” he groaned lowly.

She moaned out, she sounded so exhausted and pitiful but he could tell she wanted this, needed it and he was more than happy to give it to her. 

She squealed softly as she rocked against his hand, her body exploding and the sweetness of her drenching his fingers, her face seeking the comfort of his embrace under the blanket, he moved over slightly as his left hand still pressed to the pain points guided her, help her her blanket covered forehead lay against his chest. Her hips kept rocking slowly chasing the feeling.

“There you go baby” his husky voice praised even with a migraine she was still his good girl. So wet and warm and tight for him.

Moments passed with his fingers still cupping her warm sticky folds and the other still applying the pressure she required, neither hand moved as he felt her drift of to sleep, her body finally relaxing from the endorphins of her orgasm. 

Austin woke to the press of a soft warm body slightly on top of his and light kisses and licks against his neck. He stirred and tried to adjust his eyesight to the darkness that had over taking the room. It must be late.

“Hey baby” her voice sounded softly, her lips suddenly near his own. She kissed his plump mouth, pecking kisses over and over. She sounded a lot better.

His arms moved to embrace her, pulling her further ontop of him and as close as he could get her. 

“Hey baby” he replied his eyes seeking hers. The dimmed light from the hallway allowed him to finally see her. Though he didn’t physically see her face earlier, he knew she looked more well rested than she had in the past day or two. Her eyes had a fatigue to them but he was sure that would clear up from the migraine once she got some more rest. All and all she almost looked back to her normal self. 

Her hand snaked up his chest to cup his face.

“Thank you, for everything” she told him a little emotionally.

He brought his lips to her for a passionate kiss, before laying his foreheads on hers.

“You don’t ever have to thank me, I’m yours, that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you” he whispered against her lips.

She pecked his again. 

“And I’m still going to say thank you” she mumbled.

He pinched her side playfully as she laughed and pushed at him.

They just gazed at one another and she had to blink to stop the tears. She had woke to Austin on his back, her body against his. She had unconsciously sought his while she slept as the tension faded from her body and to her surprise his hand was still gripping the back of her head. The pressure had loosed when he eventually fell asleep but his hand was still there nonetheless. She didn’t think she could love the man more and here she was slipping further in the ocean that was Austin and some how she was learning she could breathe underwater. He was everything to her.

“I have a surprise for you sweet boy” she said smiling at him like he hung the moon and she’d die on that hill that he did.

Austin’s chest ached in a good way. He never wanted this to end. Couldn’t imagine it being any other way. Everything that had failed for him relationship wise lead him to this moment with her. He was better for it. 

“Hmm, what’s that?” 

She nodded her head to the side of him and that’s when he noticed the en-suite bathroom door open and the soft glow of candles burning. The scent of oils and salts hitting him. He quickly turned back to her.

“Wh-“ 

“You were knocked out and I wanted to return the love” 

“You little sneak” he accused tickling her sides.

She was quick to scramble away from his hold and climb over him getting to her feet and out of his grasp when his hands followed her as she head toward the bathroom.

She stopped short of the door as she pulled her oversize graphic shirt over her head. 

“I would do that you know, sometimes, never with men though, I hated being touched during my migraines but when it was really bad and I had the energy I would do it myself to help ease the pain” she spoke from the doorway to the bathroom, the soft light surrounding her body, giving a even more beautiful glow to her brown skin. “I didn’t think it would ever work from someone else’s hand, not too sure what that means handsome” she smirked.

So she had done that before he thought but just never with man, no man had ever made her comfortable enough to try let alone achieve bringing her relief. Austin felt those butterflies in this stomach again, he felt a sense a pride swell in his chest. His cock was even stirring again. That’s exactly who he wanted to be for her, the man that gave what she needed, what others couldn’t, he wanted to be the one no other man could compare to. He wanted to be her all.

She smirked at him almost as if she could read his every thought and she could because they mirror her own and how she felt about him.

“Lets go loverboy, it’s time for the real show” 

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ALSO yall don’t have to say anything abt it but i find it helps SOMETIMES but alone so I thought who could make this work for me with another person of course our boy Austin could bc he’s so perfect. He’s the only one I’d let touch me with a migraine lol

[turnipoddity]

I was sooo disappointed at Uzumaki ep2 😭 Not just cause of the major dip in animation quality but the fact that they crammed like 4-5 chapters in one episode (that were all now happening simultaneously for some reason, like Kirie getting her hair cut by Shuichi (CH6) THEN immediatelly after the snails escape (CH8) and THEN after that Kazunori and Yoriko coil up like snakes and escape into the sea (CH5)) and the fact that the Lighthouse part ends (CH9, which lands Kirie in the hospital) even though we never even conclude the Jack-In-The-Box (CH7) story OR Shuichi's mom in the hospital story (CH2)? Just so weird and disorientating 😭 Like why is this all happening at the same time??? Why was Mitsuru not hypnotized by Kirie's spiral hair? (in the manga this chapter happened right after Medusa, when her hair has already been cut short...) I felt like I was going crazy watching it, just too much happening at the same time, I get it's only 4 episodes but man 😭 Sorry for rambling in your asks oops

LMFAO HELLO!!! DON’T BE SORRY i’ve had my rants and vents about uzumaki to my friends (they’re all tired of me) AND I COMPLETELY AGREE!!! i really really would prefer they just pick and choose a couple of the more important chapters rather than cramping ALL chapters in 4 episodes… with each episode’s run time around 20 minutes… that’s overkill 😭

part of me truly don’t wanna criticize bc it’s so painful tbfh like we waited for 5 YEARS dude…. KASHDKDJDJK even in the first episode, the pacing is kinda overstimulating to me too 😭 too much is happening, but moreover in episode 2…. Part of why i like uzumaki is the suspense of each events happening, the anime felt like it’s just showing us the most shocking panel without the build up, which kinda fell flat atleast for me 💀

I heard the first episode’s staff is back on episode 4 yeah?? I hope they did this scene justice…

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here's mychael from mushroom oasis in my style! i hope i did him justice LMFAO

god i love this game </3

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hey! i saw you were asking for requests. so write about oikawa celebrating his s/o's birthday! I feel like he would be a way more excited about his s/o birthday than his s/o lol

i have no idea when this request came in and i’m so sorry this is coming so late, but it’s so funny that i saw it now bc it’s my birthday HAHAHA soooo lemme do some quick headcanons!

first of all, let’s start off with the fact that oikawa literally cannot keep a secret. like he won’t tell you exactly what he’s planning, but he’ll keep hinting at how cool it’s gonna be and how much you’ll love it

you’ll be literally sitting in class and it would be a break between the classes and oikawa is bragging about the cute decorations he’d found just yesterday (when he’d told you he couldn’t hang out bc he was busy, giving no further explanation)

you can’t really blame him tho, he’s just excited!

he’s most likely got the whole team roped into the planning, especially iwa. he’s the one who goes on the errands with oikawa, carrying the bags as oikawa keeps buying more and more decorations

he’d also be in kahoots with your parents/sibling(s) about it, making them help to organize

at your actual birthday, he comes to your house, like, REALLY early, i’m talking sun isn’t even out yet, and he wakes up someone in the house to unlock the door for him

they essentially leave him alone to go back to sleep and oikawa gets to work to decorate the whole living room, preparing the small cupcake with a candle to blow (dw he has a whole separate, fancy cake for later)

once he deems the time acceptable, he sneaks up to your room and wakes you up, cupcake in hand and playing a weird birthday song he’d found (he finds a different weird ass birthday song every year)

after you blow the candle, you spend the first few hours of the day cuddling and opening his present(s) (one of which is a free coupon for kisses anytime, ofc)

later on when it’s time for the actual party, he sits patiently as you get ready and then brings you down, where he’d invited your closest friends (not many people, really just a close circle, bc he knows that’s what you’d prefer)

after the party is over, he stays over to help clean up and then sleeps over, he watches the time turn from 11:59 to 00:00 as he gives you a kiss on the forehead

“happy birthday, cutie. can’t wait to spend your next one with you again. i already know what to get you!”

you scoff. oikawa might be self-centered at times, but not when it came to you.

this is like really rushed and not proofread, but i hope i did him justice! i genuinely think oikawa is like a crazy birthday planner even for his friends lmfao

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HEY LAUFEYY!! i saw your requests were open so i wanted to send you one!! could you do headcanons of how you think chishiya and banda would kiss reader?!?! that would be great!!!!!

ZACCCC hey thank you for requesting!!! i love this idea so much sooo i hope i did them justice even though this is kindaaaa short??? LMFAO i dunno i didnt want to get too repetitive. in my mind they can behave very similarly

characters included: chishiya shuntaro and banda sunato

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kissing headcanons with..

chishiya shuntaro

this man... when i'm saying he knows exactly what to i'm being completely serious

everything about him is so captivating, and his kisses are no different. he knows that and uses it to his advantage whenever he feels the need to

where he puts his hands depend on where you put yours. if yours are on his chest he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer. if your arms are around his neck his hands rest on your hips

his lips are so soft, too. he takes care of himself really well even though his appearance isn't a priority

chishiya doesn't kiss in public, especially when he was at the beach. if you're together then, expect kissing to be solely in private. it's what he feels okay with

after the ten of hearts game, he starts to warm up to the idea of kissing you in public. it won't ever be too much but he's okay with a quick kiss, sometimes longer ones if the two of you are splitting up

when he kisses you, he's very soft. his touches are gentle, no matter what sort of mood he might be in. he's good at masking his emotions, so you wouldn't have any idea if he's angry unless he tells you

pinning you against the wall to kiss you..... definitely something he does

he loves seeing how embarrassed you get just from his actions. it's a bit of an ego boost, but it makes him feel really good about himself knowing he can make you react that way

really fond of kissing your cheeks and forehead too. it's quick and simple, and a way of showing his love for you in a way he knows you like

he kisses at anything he can reach if you're cuddling. that could be your neck, lips or even your chest depending on the position

he's.... so sweet. very very sweet. whispers his praises against your lips and everything <3

he knows how to get you flustered, but he really does enjoy kissing you. he wasn't too big on it before but he likes it much more with you :)

banda sunato

like chishiya, he knows what to do

he reads you like an open book, knowing exactly what you like just by watching you. it's simple in his mind, but you're blown away by his mind as you usually are

he has experience, but he doesn't really use what he knows from previous partners when he's with you. he learns you. you're different, and he adores it

he loves the way your lips feel on his. it's probably one of— if not his favorite— things to feel. your touch is calming to him and it helps calm his brain after a long day

veryyyy into kissing your neck

he'll come up from behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and just start kissing at your neck. it embarrasses you and he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world

he loves watching how flustered you get from him. it's so simple and yet.. it makes him feel nice. seeing that reaction from you makes him realize how loved he is

your lips are probably his favorite thing to kiss but he will take your hands and kiss your knuckles. it's something he thought was sweet, so he started doing it

he doesn't ever really want to stop kissing, honestly. if he didn't have to breathe, he didn't think he would ever pull away from you

though, when he's angry, frustrated.. really emotional, he's willing to get a bit more rough with you if you say he can

he won't hurt you, but if you explicitly tell him you don't mind helping him take his frustrations out, he jumps at the opportunity whenever he sees fit

he's pretty in control of his emotions though, so it happens pretty rarely

teases you a lot but really big on compliments too. it's 50/50 with him sometimes

[youngbloodbuzz]

hi! I messaged you a while back in august asking you for permission to bind bhah as a gift for my girlfriend. it was actually for a gift for our anniversary a few days ago and she loved it :) as promised, here are some pictures of the finished books, i hope i did it justice!

thanks to you and roman for writing a beautiful story, these books wouldn't be possible without you.

HELLO?!??!?!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME THESE ARE INCREDIBLE I'M LOSING MY MIND. ROMAN AND I ARE CURRENTLY GUSHING ABOUT IT AS WE SPEAK

wow. just wow. what an incredible honour and a gift, it's incredible. I'm obsessed with how it took THREE (3) volumes to fully bookbind and that chapters 11 and 12 take up the entirety of volume 3 lmfao. roman and I LOVE the symbols in the back and the way volume 2 ends with "Dear Jamie, Come Home" jkdgbadjkfbads and oH My god the books are blue too I cannot believe this.

i wish i could say "I NEED A COPY" at the top of my lungs and commission you but bookbinding is so much work as it is and worth every expensive penny that I can't afford right now lmaooo I'm so glad your girlfriend loved it as an anniversary gift, definitely did it justice and more. just absolutely amazing, well done I love it so much

@romanimp

[blackstarchanx3new]

Four Swords Returns pages 105-108

Drawing Blue more has made me realize I love him more. UwU

Weirdly I've heard the English translation does him dirty. I hope I've done his character justice. I really don't want him to just be "The mean asshole one nobody likes"

Green is infinitely more hard to characterize because he's diet watered down Link lmfao. I feel he's the most OOC out of the FSR cast but...WHAT PERSONALITY DID HE HAVE TO BEGIN WITH? X'D

Literally every single Link from Akira's works have more personality in their left pinky than Green has in his entire body and it's hilarious.

[queers-gambit]

Can you please write something where the reader (the same reader in your series) is spending memorable time with her grand sire and he asks her “will I be remembered as a good king”. 🥺

oh, my heart! yes, my love, this was too good to pass on and i need a bit of a reprieve from my life. thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i do you justice!!

note: it got a way angstier than anticipated and i'm sorry, but i promise it works, and there's "plenty" of fluff.

3 Times He Didn't, 1 Time He Did

prompt: by day, she's the attentive granddaughter Viserys deserves in his failing years, and by night, she and her husband wipe away each other's tears.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader and grandfather!Viserys x Velaryon!granddaughter!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.9k

note: this can be considered part of the [ WPMP series ]

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. lmfao it has smut, too, 'cause why the fuck not? author projects really, really, really hard. broken family dynamics. mild violence. half edited. ❗️PLEASE NOTE ❗️- this story will contain certain details about the emotional turmoil pertaining to caring for ailing family members. please, value your self-comfort and do not engage if this topic triggers you. i love you, i empathize deeply your pain, and there is no shame in scrolling away. sometimes self-love is the realest love.

The room was quiet, soft in the early morning before the sun rose and anyone had time to wake-up and ruin the peace. Your head was left on your husband's bare chest, snuggled in the crook of his neck while one of his calloused fingertips traced over your skin in light patterns. One of your hands laid against his breast, gently raking your fingernails around his nipple as your eyes had trouble focusing due to the burn for sleep.

Aemond sighed deeply and tightened his arm so you were pulled closer to let his lips press against your forehead. Peaking up to gaze over porcelain skin, you smiled and reached to caress his jaw, asking, "What're your plans for today, my love?"

"I've lessons all bloody morning, training this afternoon," he mused, "and perhaps, dinner with my wife this evening?"

"Are you asking me?" You cooed gently.

"I am," he chuckled. "Whatcha say? Hmm?"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you, love," you promised with a whisper, "I shall find you later in the day, yes?"

He nodded, hand tight over your hip, "And your plans? For today?"

"Oh," you smiled gently, "um, well, I was to visit Alicent for tea and breakfast, then... Well... Okay, look, just promise you won't get upset."

"Depends," he spoke honestly, "how bad is it?"

"Well, it's not bad, per se," you worried gently, unable to meet his eyes so you just nuzzled closer into his neck, "but it might make you feel something."

"'S all right, pet, just tell me," he nodded, cheek grazing your forehead.

"I'm visiting with Viserys today," you spoke softly. "Your Mother told me he had requested to see me - "

"He doesn't name names anymore," Aemond pulled back to stare down at you incredulously. "My love, you thought I'd be upset that Father has asked to see you? By name? No, no, my sweet girl," he smirked gently, reaching to caress your jaw and cheek, "that's something akin to a miracle."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, love," he nodded but dropped the smile in confusion. "What did he call upon you for?" He guided your head back to his chest, making you sigh lightly as you both relaxed once more.

"Alicent did not list specifics, only that he wanted to see me."

"Hmm."

"I'll tell you what he speaks of, but in truth, I worry he'll forget about his request by the time I arrive."

"If he does, I'm sure seeing you will still brighten his day," Aemond cradled you closer in his arms. "Surely, you brighten my days, my sweet girl."

You chuckled, feigning annoyance as you stretched against him, "I forget how clingy you are in the mornings."

"We're both going to be busy today, pet. Let me savor these last moments before we are both exhausted from the day."

You hummed, reaching to hold his cheek and nuzzle your nose up his as your chests pressed together. "Well, who could say no to that?" You breathed, leaning in to kiss his lips slowly. His arm constricted around you as the other shot up to hold your own cheek, smoothing skin under his thumb. "We should rise," you whispered.

"We've time," he promised, moving to lay you on your back to hover over you. His unbound silver locks cascaded around his shoulders, hanging to gently tickle your skin as his hands grabbed at the meat of your hips and waist, slowly dragging up. You quickly reached for him, bringing him in closer as your thighs squeezed around his hips to keep him anchored. His lips moved with yours in a searing kiss and the moment a hand seized the meat of your breast, you both moaned as his bare cock twitched to life against your moistening cunt.

"Oh," you gasped when he started to dryly hump into you, just feeling your wet heat; your body; the way you felt under his hands. "Love, I-I... Shit."

"What do you want, my love?" He purred against your lips, still just teasing you justly; hips swirling to smear the gathering wetness. "C'mon, tell your husband, pretty girl, you know I love pleasing you."

Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth to hold in the slew of purely animalistic, wanton moans. "I just want you," you managed to whisper, trying to preserve some dignity. "All of you, Aemond," you smirked gently, reaching for him again, "and maybe if we're lucky, our efforts will not be in vain. Hmm? Maybe this time will stick."

"Surely," he mused, swooping in to press another kiss to your lips while grabbing a handful of your bottom to encourage you to move slowly with him. Sure, the pair of you had gone a few rounds the night before but in truth, you often craved sex when your cycle was soon to start - and your husband lived to please you.

He had no trouble then settling one of your legs out with a hand locked to the back of your knee, keeping the other leg close on his hip as he guided his stiff cock into your cunt. No foreplay needed, you were ashamed to admit you might've woken with a slick between your legs; and for some reason, his light touches that morning had made your spine tingle. Aemond seethed gently as he pushed further into your tightness, securing his hands over you - sure to leave bruises behind - and letting his forehead drop to yours.

His moans and groans were music to your ears, the only thing you wanted to hear the rest of your life.

You felt like you were slowly being spit in two but in a deceivingly pleasurable way. You clung to your husband with tight hands, encouraging him to drop into your neck as his hips rutted against yours. His balls were pressed against you with every painstakingly slow stroke, both of your mouths open to brush your lips together and breathe as one.

"Oh, oh, Gods, wow, okay, fuck-fuck-fuck," you whined when Aemond had to readjust to better thrust into you as his orgasm was quickly mounting, caring little for your own as you craved his seed in your womb. Though, you weren't opposed to the mounting pleasure that coiled in your stomach.

A faster tempo was met just as a knock at the door sounded - making you gasp lightly.

"Ignore them," Aemond panted above you. "I've got you, Princess, focus on me. Just on me - fucking look at me."

You nodded with another breathless whine, holding his neck as he let his lips meet yours; pushing his tongue into your mouth to sloppily slide together with yours as teeth gently knocked around from his frantic ministrations.

There was another fucking knock.

"FUCK OFF!" Aemond snapped, glaring at the door; silver locks swinging as he never faltered in his thrusting. The gushing squelching sounds filled the tense air around you, your giggle following after.

"C'mon, love," you whispered with a smirk, reaching to caress his stones and give a light (but increasingly tightening) squeeze. His head snapped back to look at you, picking up his pace mindlessly. "Please, put a baby in me, Aemond, please. I need it."

"Yes," he grunted, "it'll take this time, I know it," he panted, thrusting into you harder so your hand had to let go to let his balls slap into your moist center. "Keep makin' those pretty fucking noises, pet, c'mon, please," Aemond smirked, licking at your lips, "know they drive me fuckin' crazy, hmm? C'mon, my love, make me a Daddy." When your pupils dilated, he repeated in a hiss, "Make me a fucking Daddy."

Aemond, usually a man of little words, loved to hear your voice above all others and liked to surprise you with his surprisingly suave dirty talk. So, after a flash on insecurity, you were encouraging him harder, faster, your thumb hooked in his mouth as you reminded him only he could make you feel this way, and that if he wanted to be a Daddy, he had to fill you to the brim. He was so close and one more surprise squeeze of his stones had him cumming in your cunt with a shout.

"Oh, fuck," you panted, nodding at him as he tried to sit back but couldn't. So, with reluctance, he pulled out only to crash into your side, panting lightly against the crook of your neck. You happily snuggled closer before he was perking up to grab a set of pillows and insist you lift your hips. He had you lay down with it under you after hearing rumor it would help his seed take to your womb easier.

Gravity and shit.

It was a blissful few seconds before the knocking at the door sounded yet again, Amira shouting, "Are you both quite done, yet!? Fuck's sake! Some of us have responsibilities to attend to!"

"Oh, for the love of the Gods! We're seeing to our marital responsibilities, Mira, fuck off for a few more hours!"

"I know you're not talking to me like that, boy! I don't care you're a Prince, you can still - "

"Hey, okay, come in, Amira! Cut it out!" You called back with a chuckle, pulling the sheets closer to you both to save her from seeing more than she wanted (or needed) to. When she stepped in with a glare, you laughed, "Are you quite done, yet?"

"Tell him to behave," she slitted her eyes.

"Behave," you mused to Aemond, knocking your hand back to his chest - making him scoff in humor.

She sighed, "Well, do I come back or what? Are you ready to get your day started, or not, Princess?"

"Sun's not even up, Mira," you whined, head crashing to the arm Aemond had under you.

"Viserys wakes early and naps early," she shrugged. "You're also to take tea with the Queen, so, uh, get up."

"Surely you can give us an hour to rest," Aemond refuted.

"Or getting up now would mean riding your sleepless-high only to go to bed early tonight," she shot back.

You groaned, "She has a point."

Aemond sighed, leaning in to let you peck his lips before watching you climb from bed - bare as the day you entered this world. He watched you get ready from the safety of the bedsheets, bidding you a good day when you meant to leave his side. With a small pout, you whispered you loved him and would find him for dinner, hearing him hum in agreement before you kissed him in parting.

After you met with Alicent that morning to break your fast together, you let her escort you to her husband's chambers. She warned you, as she always did, that Viserys' mind and body was deteriorating; watching you nod in understanding before opening the doors.

When you slowly entered, Viserys was very much awake, but only offered a cautious, confused look. "Alicent?" He asked nervously.

"Good morning, Lord husband," she greeted softly, laying a hand to your back. "You know your granddaughter, Y/N, don't you?"

"I have a granddaughter?" He whispered through a haggard breath.

You frowned, "Yes, Grandfather, my name is Y/N... My mother is Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, my child," he smiled, eye only half-open. "My daughter."

"Yes, I am Rhaenyra's daughter," you softly explained. "I'm your granddaughter."

"Oh," he breathed, "that is good."

"Yes," you whispered, slowly stepping towards his bedside. When you sat beside him and took his withering hand in your own, you couldn't help but whisper, "Don't you know me?"

But he didn't answer.

"Why don't you read to him, sweet girl?" Alicent offered, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes.

You nodded and fought down your emotion. She handed you an old, leather-bound book; waiting until you started reading the passage to vacate the room. It was where you remained for a time, and when the Maester's came in, Viserys visibly tensed.

"No, no," he refused Milk of the Poppy, "I don't want to sleep, I want to listen. Th-This sweet girl is reading to me."

You frowned slightly before nodding to the Maesters, "Leave it, I will make sure he has a dose if the pain exceeds his comfort."

"Of course, Princess."

You continued reading, and to your surprise, Viserys even asked a question or two. When tea was brought in, he let you help him sit up in bed and ask, "Do you want to sit in your chair, Grandfather?"

"Oh," he panted, "n-no."

"Okay," you agreed. "Do you want your tea?"

"Please... An-And would you read to me again?"

"Of course," you nodded, holding the back of his head to help him take a sip of the tepid drink. "Do you want the same story? Or a new one?"

"Same one," he nodded, eye slowly drooping. You frowned, gulping down your emotion at the sight of his depleting energy.

You took your position again, and read from the same book. You would watch him on occasion, slowly realizing his energy was depleting. "Grandfather," you stood to your feet, "it's time for your medicine."

"Is it?"

"Yes," you nodded, glancing out the window, "it's almost sundown, do you want to eat something first?"

"Oh... Perhaps?"

"Okay," you smiled, knowing he didn't eat all day from lack of appetite. "Okay, good, do you want anything special, Grandfather?"

His head shook and you nodded, leaning in to kiss his wrinkled forehead, promising to be back in a minute. You easily located a handmaiden and told her to fetch the King his supper - watching her head off before returning to Viserys' side.

"Do I know you?" He asked, being the one to take your hand. "Your face is a familiar one."

"Yes," you nodded, thinking he knew you, "yes, yes, Granddad, it's me. It-It's me - it's Y/N."

"Y/N? No, I-I don't think so. Y/N is on Dragonstone. Where she belongs."

"No, Granddaddy, it is me," you whispered, squeezing his hand, "I've been here, in the Red Keep - and I'm here with you, now. It's your Y/N, it's me, Granddaddy, please..." Your voice broke with desperation.

He was quiet for a few beats, making you think he might've dozed off, but then he asked, "Y/N? You know my Y/N?"

"I am your Y/N. Granddaddy... Please."

"No, I don't think you are."

You sighed, "Okay, all right. Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," he considered, "yes, I think so. Are you the new nurse?"

"Sure," you agreed, knowing sometimes, it was easier to agree with what his mind told him instead of trying to change it. "I'm here to help you."

He nodded, "Thank you. Not everyone is so gentle."

You frowned, "They are rough with you?"

"Maybe not as nice as I'd like," he admitted. Your heart cracked down the middle.

When his dinner was brought in, you made sure to lay a cloth napkin across his chest before spooning bits of stewed vegetables into his mouth. A bit of ground of chicken with rice, too; side of smashed apples with it; all of which he accepted with little fight.

As the sun slowly sank, you handed off the plates and platters to the handmaiden before pouring Viserys' medicine in a small chalice. Again, you held the back of his neck to then tip the drink over his tongue, and when you laid him back, his eye was already closed.

"Would you come back...? Tomorrow?" Viserys wheezed, voice dialed to a meek whisper.

"Of course," you promised. "Goodnight, Grandfather. I love you."

He did not respond because he did not know you - but you didn't mind. You were used to this by now, his flighty memory. At least he could remember your mother, his daughter, Rhaenyra, and his wife, Alicent; though, his other children were lost to his mind.

When you moved through the castle, you felt your emotions bubbling like hot stew in your stomach. Forgetting your promise to seek your husband, you ventured to your rooms instead; slamming the door shut and letting the sobs overtake you as you only truly meant to only take 20 minutes to regroup and get your shit together. You just wanted to be alone, digest all that had happened; all you felt.

It's where Aemond found you about an hour later, your form already changed for bed; nestled under a blanket on the floor before the fire you had stoked to life by yourself. His brow furrowed, slowly approaching you as if a skittish deer; asking gently, "Love?"

You sniffled, glancing up at him, "Oh, uh," your eyes cast back to the fire, "did I miss our engagement?"

"Well, yes, but that's all right," he took a seat beside you. "Something happen today, my sweet? Why the tears?"

You nodded sadly, admitting in a whisper, "He does not know me... Not anymore. I don't think he'll know me for quite sometime... If ever again. My name is familiar to him, maybe my face in fleeting moments, but I saw today that... That he does not know me anymore."

Aemond sighed and let his hand drag up to hold the back of your neck, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as your emotion was overwhelming for a moment.

"I've got you," he promised.

"What if that becomes us?" You asked in a whisper. "What if we get to that point, Aemond? Where you don't even know me? What if I don't know you, anymore? I-I don not think I could bear if I ever forgot you!"

"That won't happen. Ever, not in this lifetime."

"How do you know?"

"Because I would always recognize my heart," he replied fiercely - no changing his mind. "You are not so easily forgettable, my love."

"We cannot stop time," you almost growled, pulling away. "He did not plan for this - to waste away into nothing as his brain melted into soup! T-To forget the family he built - the country he's protected and lead through peace. He did not ask for this, there was no stopping it, either. What if that happens to us?"

He sighed, leaning his head to your own, whispering, "Our children will never let us forget our love. We will teach them the meaning of family and we will never have to worry about when we are aged and forgetful."

"We've no children, Aemond."

"Well, yes, not yet, but I've faith," he smirked. "I do not mean to downplay what is happening, but I've watched him whither into this state for years. I understand it can be jarring, I do not mean to take away from your fears or worries or pain... But there is nothing we can do now, love, but ease his passing."

You sighed, nodding, "It's just..."

"It's sad," he agreed, cradling you to his chest. "Are you hungry?"

"Think I've lost my appetite," you admitted, "though, if it makes up for tonight, maybe we can have breakfast tomorrow before I go back?"

"You're going back?"

You nodded. "Maybe you'd like to stop for a visit?"

"Perhaps, we shall see," he sighed, pecking your forehead. "Bed, my love?"

"Please," you whispered, letting him help you stand and make for the bed. You settle in comfort as he changed under your heavy gaze, leaving his chest bare with only a thin pair of trousers on for sleep; literally hopping into bed beside you. "Oh, Aemond! Gods!" You groaned through your laughter when he jostled you both around the mattress.

"Hi, love," he sighed, conforming around you to press his body to yours.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry for today..."

"Don't be," you reached back to caress his cheek, "it is not your fault. I want to be there, he deserves kindness at his end."

"He does," he agreed, "and who better than my sweet girl?"

You chuckled, "Hush, it's been a long day. I want to sleep."

"Hmm," he considered, sighing, "all right, fine, I'll fuck you in the morning, then."

"You're insatiable."

"Good thing you love me like this," his grin was felt against the shell of your ear.

For months, you would dedicate three-to-four days a week to visit Viserys which slowly morphed into you fully-caring for him on those days. He was calmer with you, and though he didn't know you in full, he still felt at ease under your gentle hands.

"Good morning, Granddaddy," you greeted softly.

"Is it morning already?"

"It is," you nodded, "do you want to sit up?"

"Yes, please," he wheezed, wincing when you had to practically heave his body up - his strength not up to par anymore. "Is there tea?"

"Yes, of course," you rushed to get him a cup, returning and nursing it to his mouth. As the morning went, you felt Viserys' eyes on you from time to time and tried not to let it unnerve you as you had opted to read one of your textbooks to him - doubling your time to study.

"Do I know you?"

You looked up, sighing, "Yes, Grandfather. I'm Y/N, your granddaughter."

"No, Y/N's with her mother," he chuckled some, "but you do look like her. Do you know her?"

"I do, actually," you chose a new tactic. "She sends her love and regards, my King."

"Oh, she's always been a very sweet girl," he half-smiled. "I miss my family. Are you my new maid? My new nurse?"

"Yes, Your Grace," you whispered, reaching for his hand. "Is there anything I can get you?"

But like a timer-reset, Viserys' eyes turned confused. "Do I know you? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"Your Grace, it's Y/N," you tried once more, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Please, Grandfather, it's me. It's your sweet girl - it's Y/N."

"How can that be?"

"I married Aemond, I married your youngest son," you explained softly. "I live in the Red Keep with you, with your family."

"No," he wheezed, "no, no, my family is not here - Dragonstone. They're on Dragonstone!"

"No, Granddaddy, y-you have family here, too," you rushed. "You have a wife - "

"Aemma."

Bowing your head, your forehead rested on the back of his hand as you had to hold your breath to restrain your emotions. Sniffling, you looked up to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, Granddaddy, Aemma... Your wife."

"My love."

"You had a child, didn't you? Do you remember?"

"Oh," he sighed, "my daughter. M-My daughter..."

"Rhaenyra."

"Yes," he smiled. "Yes, Rhaenyra. Where is she?" His eye opened and turned to you, allowing you to, once more, stare straight into the decaying flesh of his face. His eye darkened in confusion, "Who are you? Where's my daughter? Where's Rhaenyra?" You could see he was getting upset, heart breaking as he yanked his hand away, "What have you done!? What have you DONE!? Where is my daughter!? Where is Aemma and Rhaenyra!? Where is my family!?"

"Grandfather, it's me, it's Y/N, please, please, it's Y/N, I'm family, I'm kin, I'm your blood," you tried to reach for him, but he thrashed in panic - and you backed off because the quickened movements would surely cause searing pain and torn skin.

"NO! I don't know you! I don't know you! HELP! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"No," you whimpered, backing off as the doors burst open.

"Oh, Princess," Ser Erryk sighed, reaching for you.

"Please, just help him - call the Maesters," you nodded, watching as a pair of guards rushed in to restrain the King.

"NO! THAT GIRL!" He pointed at you, "She's done something! Where is my family!? What did you do to them!?"

"She is family, Your Grace," one guard grunted as the Maesters arrived on the scene with the only thing that would help now: Milk of the Poppy. Viserys needed sedated as his mind lapsed into melted confusion, causing distressing panic that his body and mind was no longer equipped to handle.

"What have you done!?" He wailed, "Who is she!? I do not know her - why is she here!?"

Your hands pressed to your stomach as you were forced to supervise the Maesters sedate Viserys - and within ten minutes, you were ushering everyone out of the room to leave him in peace.

"Lady - "

"It's all right, Ser Erryk," you assured with a hand held up, not wanting pity in that moment. "These things happen. I will give him time to recover, and shall return next week..."

He nodded, "Of course."

"Goodnight," you bid, turning on your heel, and darting down a separate hall. Not knowing where you wanted to go first, your brain only registered you wanted your husband and tried to wrack in your mind where he might be.

Your feet picked up pace as the library was found empty, and the stable, and the bloody Dragon Pit. Luckily, as you jogged into one of the Keep's courtyards, the sounds of ringing metal greeted you and all but screamed the answer to your question: Where was Aemond?

"Good!" Cole barked, the two worked down to their tunics as the summer heat beat on them in the last, lingering hours of light. "Move your feet - quicker, my Prince! Quicker! You'll lose a leg like that! There you go - good!"

You came to a pause, realizing how deep into their lesson they were and suddenly felt incredibly selfish for feeling the need to interrupt. Instead, you located a spare weapons table and moved towards it, clearing daggers to the side to slide your body onto the top of it and watch. As if to keep your mind occupied, you idly twirled a dagger between your fingers - something Aemond had taught you once upon a time.

You winced as Cole was taking damaging, almost fatal strikes against Aemond, but your husband was much quicker to dodge around and parry the Knight's blows. You thought it a bit unfair their weapon choices, but figured in times of battle and war, not all weapons were equal and it was best to know how to defend yourself against any foe.

So, you watched. Drew your knees into your chest. Chin on top, and heart weeping without ever giving away anything on your face.

When their session came to a panting-end, you perked up some as Cole caught sight of you first and smirked. He nodded over Aemond's shoulder, who turned to look, and smiled in greeting when he caught sight of you - before frowning when he really looked at you.

Sheathing his sword, Aemond nodded at Cole before jogging over to you. "Hey, pretty girl," he greeted. "What're you doing here? Thought you were with Father all day?"

"I would've been..."

"Ah, shit. What happened?"

Glancing around, you lowered your voice, "Perhaps this is a conversation best made in private."

"Are you all right?"

"In truth, I do not know," you admitted. "But I understand why you do not want to visit him anymore..."

Aemond stiffened and nodded slowly, "Did he yell?"

"He did... Accused me of," you shrugged, "doing something to his family. T-To Aemma and Rhaenyra."

"Oh, love," he sighed, letting his hands smooth around your thighs to draw them down and open you to him. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"No," you sighed, straightening your spine, "I think I owe my husband a nice dinner together."

"You owe me nothing," he whispered with a frown. "You're upset, my sweet girl."

"It's all right, I think I honestly need time to simply digest what happened today," you reached for his waist, pulling him closer to rest your head against his stomach. "Can we go to dinner and pretend today was normal?"

"All right," he agreed, giving you a squeeze. "C'mon, my love: a normal, boring dinner between normal, boring spouses it is."

"I didn't say boring," you whined lightly with a small laugh, letting him step back and fluidly pull you from your perch.

Aemond chuckled and let his arm wrap around your waist, leading you to your rooms so he could clean up from the day; change from his training clothes, then lead you to a private dining room.

However, it didn't remain private for long. Helaena stumbled upon you and you couldn't resist inviting her to join you. And not 15 minutes later, Alicent and Otto, on their way to their own meal, found the three of you and agreed to join.

Sure, the table originally set for two became crowded with the five of you, but the close quarters provided ample room to joke around and exchange pleasantries.

You managed the whole meal without talking about your day, but Alicent was then asking, "How was Viserys today, sweet girl?"

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, um, he... He just... Yeah."

She frowned when you adverted your eyes, trying not to let reality sink in. "He had a bad day," Aemond covered, hand moving to your thigh to hold tightly in support. "Y/N did what she could but he needed to be left alone."

"I see," she nodded, offering a saddened look.

When back in your rooms, Aemond watched you change for bed silently with a frown before welcoming you into his arms. You all but dropped into his embrace, melting into his warmth. It was easy enough to word-vomit over him, telling him in detail what happened with his father; tears slowly choking you as you had to admit, there wasn't much time left with him.

Aemond held you tightly, lips to your forehead and a hand flat to your cheek to keep you caressed into his chest. You felt fucking useless, laying there in tears, but you needed the relief from the stress of your day. And what better way than in your loving husband's embrace?

He took the following day off to spend with you, doing what he could to offer distraction from the family turmoil. He took you riding on horseback, bathed with you in candlelight, even locked the library doors for privacy to read you old stories from old books.

You didn't return to Viserys' bedside out of nervousness, stomach churning with every thought of upsetting him again.

It took you about a full week before Aemond convinced you to return, promising to stop by for tea - but insisting you weren't to remain for dinner. He liked boundaries and seemingly ending your day earlier was his compromise.

Imagine your surprise when you arrived that morning to find Viserys sitting up already. "Good morning, sweet girl!" He chirped, watching as you froze mid-step; eyes wide and shock coloring your face. "What? What's wrong?"

"You know me?"

"Of course," he smiled, "my sweet granddaughter. I called for you yesterday."

You wanted to tell him that was nearly a full year ago but only smiled, shut the door, and moved for his side. "Yes, yes," you sniffled, taking his hand, "I am here now - how are you feeling?"

"I am well," he nodded with a small smile. "You look well. How are you? Are you with child, yet?"

You sighed gently, "Not yet."

"Oh, well, surely, the Gods will bless you soon," he spoke with such assurance, you nearly had whiplash. "How fairs married life? Your wedding was beautiful."

"You remember?"

"I do."

You nodded back, smiling through your tears, "Life is well with Aemond. He is a sweet and kind husband, Your Grace, you should be very proud of your youngest son."

"I am," he assured, "just as I am proud of you."

"You are?"

"I am," he smiled, taking you hand. "Why do you look so shocked?"

You gulped, offering softly, "I am just happy to see you in high spirits. Maybe you'd like to sit in your chair today?"

"I think, perhaps, the balcony?"

"Really?" You beamed, nodding swiftly, "Yes, yes, that's a great idea. I will help you, we can have tea on the balcony together."

"Maybe some eggs? I feel a bit famished."

"That's good, yes, I'll get you some eggs, too," you nodded, aiding him in standing. You didn't mind helping him into a dressing robe, one hand holding his cane as the other held your arm tightly in his weakening grip as he hobbled. When you both shuffled onto the balcony, you were quick to sit him in a large, plush chair before darting out to find a maid.

Placing an order for breakfast to be delivered with fresh tea, you returned with a new book in hand. Viserys smiled at you, looking more alive than he had in months, offering, "It's a beautiful morning."

"Yes," you agreed, sitting beside him. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I am, love," he chuckled, "you worry too much."

"Or perhaps, not enough?"

He considered for a moment before slowly turning to you, "You feel guilt... For all that's happened."

"In a way," you nodded. "Though, it's in the past."

"Then why do you still bear these burdens?" When you adverted your eyes in shame, he sighed, "I know you worry for me, but what has come to pass is not your doing - nor responsibility."

"You deserve a helping hand in this," you argued gently.

"Perhaps, but it is not your burden to bear," he reminded. "And what happened to Aemond was not your fault, either."

You shifted in discomfort, "I wasn't quick enough to prevent the damage inflicted."

"And that is not worth allowing to weigh on your soul," he nodded slowly. "You saved his life that night."

"I honestly find that hard to believe."

"The boy could've hemorrhaged, bled out," he reminded you, "and did not because you were quick to hold pressure."

You sighed, "Surely, I cannot be the only one who holds weight."

"Surely, you're not," he chuckled.

"What weighs on your soul, Granddaddy?" You asked softly, leaning in to gently wrap your arms around one of his and let your chin rest on his bony shoulder.

"Much," he mused, staring off the balcony. "Mostly, these days, I wonder how I will be remembered."

"Hmm?"

He paused, the silence echoing around you for a moment as two blue birds landed on the stone bannister. They tweeted and chirped to one another, hopping around, almost mimicking the way Viserys' mind whirled.

"I wonder... If I will be remembered as a good King to my people, the courts... My family," he admitted. "And here, looking over the city, I wonder if I did all I could for the people I was sworn to protect."

"Do you know what they call you?"

"What?"

"Viserys, the Peaceful," you told him softly. "No qualms in the realms, no wars, no conflict... You have guided this country from King Jaehareys' reign into your own, where your people have only known you to be peaceful and protective. There is reason they call your daughter the Realm's Delight."

He chuckled, nodding, "Yes, I suppose you make a point."

"If your people did not approve, they would not bestow such a title to your offspring." You paused, squeezing his arm, "But for what it is worth, I will oversee the histories that I can - and make sure, your name is never without title of Peaceful."

He sighed, leaning his head to the top of yours, "You were always too good for this world, Y/N."

You let a few tears fall - hearing him say your name so confidently enough to squeeze your heart. When tea and breakfast was served, you and Viserys dined together before he leaned back and smiled at you, requesting a story, and listening intently. He was much more attentive today and asked you about your studies, picking up on you reading from a textbook - one he had favored in his youthful education. So, it made for good conversation, and for a few hours, it was like you had your Granddaddy back. The real him.

The man you'd remember him as.

No matter how the end turned out; no matter how melted his brain seemed and how aggressive he might've turned, he was your soft, loving Granddaddy... And you were trying to savor and cherish these fleetingly lucid moments with him.

So, when the day passed on the balcony, Viserys asked to go back inside to rest for a bit before he felt dinner was a good idea. When you settled him back in bed, you asked, "Would it be all right if I come back? To dine with you?"

He smiled, "I'd like that. Would you bring Aemond, too?"

"Of course," you nodded with a bright grin. Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead, "I love you."

He sighed softly, smiling up at you and holding your hand in a tight, long-finger-nailed grip, "I love you, too. I don't know if I've ever done it before, but thank you for what you've done for me. Your presences is comforting."

You smiled, "I am glad you think so. I will return this evening."

"Good," he nodded with a smile - one you missed dearly.

You drew his curtains to block the sun and took your leave, unable to stop yourself from rushing to the courtyard first. You caught yourself on the stone bannister over the courtyard, surveying around it before locating the fan of silver locks. "Aemond!" You called, unable to fight off your grin when he turned swiftly in alarm.

You rushed down the stairs and he met you at the bottom, lilac orb blown wide in panic as he reached for you, "What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, no, it's good - it's good news," you promised, holding onto his shoulders as he kept you two steps up. "I-I am sorry for interrupting, I just - I got a bit excited and - "

"Breathe," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch in distaste before huffing a breath. "Good... Now, tell me what's happened."

"Um, well, now, I might be a bit embarrassed," you glanced over his head to the courtyard, who were mostly staring at you both in confusion. "I did not realize how many people were here."

"Ignore them, tell me your news, pretty girl," he caught your attention once more. "Your husband wants to know - do not deprive me of information now."

With a breath, you told him your news - grin bright and joyous as you filled him in on the day you had with your Granddaddy. The term of endearment always made him smile and chuckle in amusement but he was far too distracted with how overjoyed you were.

And when you told him Viserys requested he, Aemond, join you both for dinner that evening, he only stared at you in shock.

With nervousness, you asked, "Is that all right? I know you said tea, but he's resting and requested we dine with him."

Blinking a few times, he nodded, "Course... Yes, of course... He does not name names, so, I would be foolish to refuse."

"Aemond, if you're not comfortable, we do not have to," you tried, making him nod.

"No, it's okay," he assured, "we'll go."

You smiled, "Thank you."

"Mhm, but first, we'll clean up," he nodded, leaving you on the stairs to return his weaponry to the racks - bid Cole a good day - and collect your hand again to lead you up the stairs once more. Once in your rooms, he seemed distracted and a little confused by your information; wondering, too, if Viserys would even remember his request by this evening.

You bathed quietly together, relishing in the moments alone as he would continuously sigh in contemplation. Your fingers would rake through his hair in soothing motions, being the big spoon in the tub to let him rest back on your breasts. When the time came, you both dried off and dressed for the evening; sending Amira to the kitchens with supper orders before heading for Viserys' chambers.

You both paused before the door to take nervous breaths in, glancing at one another. "You ready?" You whispered.

"As I'll ever be," he answered, sparing you a softened look before knocking and opening the door.

When you arrived, Viserys was being assisted to a table by a set of nurses and only looked up when he was seated. "Ah!" He panted, nodding and waving you forward, "Good, yes. You're here."

"Good evening, Granddaddy," you smiled, pausing to kiss his cheek. "How was your rest?"

"Very nice, thank you," he smiled, letting you take the seat beside him as Aemond stoically approached. "Oh, Aemond," Viserys nodded, "it is good to see you, son."

"Father," he greeted, offering only a hand on his shoulder before swiftly moving to take the seat on your other side - being furtherest from his father.

You were pleasantly shocked when Viserys asked Aemond about his education and training. He listened as intently as he was able to, a tremor starting in his neck and hands that made you reach over to cut up his meal for him.

"Thank you," he whispered, obviously slowing down in energy.

"Of course," you answered, sitting back to reach for your goblet.

"I hear Y/N's been reading to you," Aemond mentioned, Viserys focused on forking a bit of potatoes into his mouth.

He considered for a moment before looking up to Aemond, and in that moment, you saw the distant look return to his eyes. "Who is Y/N?" He asked, and it was the final nail in the coffin for you.

Aemond glanced at you in worry, looking back at Viserys, "Father, it's us - it's Y/N and Aemond. We've been dining all evening together."

"Have we?" He asked. "I don't think I know a Y/N."

You sighed sadly, "I'm Rhaenyra's daughter."

"No, my daughter's not married," he refused, glaring at you. "You mean to say my daughter has been defiled? How dare you lie to me! Insult my family! How dare you!"

"Okay," Aemond whispered, dropping his cutlery and wiping his mouth.

"Granddaddy, please," you reached for his hand, but he flinched back.

"Who are you!?" He demanded, glaring between you and your husband. "How did you get in here!? These are private chambers! Private, royal chambers! You cannot be here! Guards!"

"Father - "

"I have no son!" Viserys roared, standing in panic that sent his chair toppling over; holding the edge of the table for balance. "I have my daughter! My only child! And this bitch insults her! Calls herself my daughter's seed! My daughter is unmarried!"

Aemond moved swiftly, yanking you from your chair just as you stood in shock when Viserys picked up his plate and hurled it at your body. Aemond used his body to protect yours as Viserys hollered in fright and panic - claiming neither of you as his family because, in his warped mind, Rhaenyra was still fifteen.

"Your Grace!" The Maesters finally arrived and had to work with the guards to fully restrain the King - who had discovered a channel of untapped strength.

"Please!" You whimpered when another dish shattered against the wall behind you, Aemond's hand around the back of your head to keep you pressed protectively into his chest.

"Help him!" Aemond raged, keeping you turned from the sight. When he was assured the guards and Maester's had a hold on Viserys, Aemond was turning at a break-neck pace to lead you from the room and did not release his hold until in the hall.

"Wait for me here, I just want to make sure they get him down," he breathed, hand on your wrist tight.

"I can - "

"No, you've done more than enough, my love, let me do this," he nodded. "Just stay here."

You agreed softly and waited, listening through the opened door as Viserys still cried and wailed and panicked - getting worse when Aemond arrived back on the scene.

"YOU'RE NOT MY SON!"

"My King!"

"WHO IS THAT!?"

"H-he is - He is Daemon's son," one of the Maester's rushed, and it slowly settled. The lie that Aemond, Viserys' own seed, was his brother's offspring cut deep and you waited impatiently for them to get His Grace back in bed.

The guards exited first, then the Maesters, and after a full minute, Aemond exited last and made sure to shut the doors with three guards on post. "C'mere," he whispered, reaching for you. You both made for your rooms, and the moment you were there, the door slammed and Aemond whispered, "We're not going back."

"Aemond - "

"No," he refused, "you've done more than you ever should and tonight proved... No matter if kin or not, he does not understand, and it's time to let the nurses and Maesters step in full-time."

"They already do - "

"You cannot possibly endure this for longer," he shook his head, reaching for your cheeks, "do you understand? You mean more to me than life and I saw tonight that it does not matter how soft and gentle and loving your helping hands are - he's already gone. You hear me? I'm so sorry, but he's gone. It's only going to hurt you more to endure this, so, please, do not go back. For me, do not return."

You were silent as tears sprung to his eye.

"Please," he repeated, readjusting and tightening his hands on your cheeks.

You nodded, "All right, love... I won't return."

"I know it is unfair and it is not right of me to ask - "

"You are only looking out for me, and I have tried to ignore what you can see so clearly. He's... He's not there anymore." Your words were the nail in Aemond's coffin, who leaned forward to trap you in a suffocating embrace as his emotion overwhelmed him. "Oh, oh, my love. My sweet love," you whispered, caressing the back of his head.

"Father's gone," he whispered. "Does not have a son... Let alone two."

"Don't," you pulled back, catching his eye, "that is not fair to you, nor him. His... His brain is a puddle of memory, love. He does not realize what's even happening, it's not his fault. Nor is it fair you had to hear that, and I am so sorry you did. If I would've left you alone, respected your wishes to keep your distance - "

"it matters not," he assured, "it happened and we endured together."

"We did," you agreed softly, smiling sadly.

That night, you laid in one another's arms; facing one another in the nude as fingertips traced muted patterns over each other's skin. It was quiet, and for a moment, you forgot the turmoil your family endured as your mind replayed the significant events over the past year; the three times Viserys didn't know you, and the one time he did. Your heart didn't want to accept it, but you would come to agree that keeping distance was best for everyone invovled.

The next and final time Viserys was lucid was when your mother, his beloved daughter, Rhaenyra, returned from Dragonstone with the intent of defending her youngest son's birthright to Driftmark. And in the end, you were grateful for these moments; whether he knew you or not, you would cherish any time spent with your grandfather because before you would know it, there'd no longer be opportunity for time together again.

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i can't stop thinking about Zo from hfw, and how underrated she is. she barely knew Varl for like, what? a week? before she was willing to riskitall for him and his best friend. took care of an injured Aloy for two days just for this bitch to wake up and disrespect her beliefs. and still took it in stride, no, took it SERIOUSLY! she "betrayed" her community and her spirituality in order to find out how to protect both. it wasn't arrogance that drove her to disobey the Chorus and to want to find out what happened to Re, Fa, and the other landgods. it was compassion, for her people and her gods.

Zo was a healer in the Red Raids. she tended to wounded soldiers and buried the seeds of those who fell. she lost her whole family while contributing, finding her village to be massacred when she returned. the smell of burning flesh she said, had stained her mind. she sought out vengeance and lived to regret it when the attack on Barren Light brought the memory back to her. and yet these experiences did not scare her away from becoming a gravesinger, basically a hospice worker.

when faced with the truth of her people's gods, she cries. not because they had to kill one, but because the idea of her gods not being gods at all is incredibly upsetting. Zo grew up in this culture, and it all turns out to be a comforting lie. except, as Zo explains, it doesn't change the importance of the grimhorns to the Utaru. because even if they aren't spiritual beings, they are still the reason for their harvests and the cultivation of their society. the Utaru still would not exist as they do without the landgods of Plainsong.

i love love loooove this detail about her personality; her willingness to find inspiration in tragedy, to seek truth and justice regardless of what the people around her or even she herself, believes. she's willing to challenge herself no matter how difficult in order to overcome her fears or ignorance. even when she's being BULLIED by Erend, she never raises her voice or throws insults back at him. she only challenges him (to some sparring) in order to prove to him that she is in fact a worthy opponent, and by association so are her people. she's a vegetarian, which is never treated by the narrative as weakness or softness. just a fact of her society; they eat plants, grow plants, live in homes and adorn themselves in clothes all made of plants. she's gentle and soft-spoken but also tough and vengeful. these traits coexist within her without ever appearing hypocritical. she's so real, and so smart. and she's going to be an amazing parent, i hope she doesn't get written out of the story of the next game bc of how hard it is to animate 3d babies. but she does deserve some fuckin peace and rest lmfao