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[kakusboyfriend]

ACK. My period is practically over and any evilf fluid is just leftover but for the last day my wretched organ is like hmmm you know what a single day of horrid pain isn't enough. Suffer some more.

[six-of-ravens]

broke my "no black friday shopping" mandate BUT only to get T. Kingfisher books so. it doesn't really count does it.

[k12academics]

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[plague-vulture]

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[gamesetart]

sweet 'n easy

Art thought dating you would be enough. He's content to have your heart, wait until marriage to have your body, too. But it's proving really difficult when you look like that.

tags: art donaldson x fem! reader, open relationship, guided masterbation, reader's kind of messy in this one (corruption), religious themes/corruption of religious themes. nsfw. minors DNI.

a/n: this is part of what im referring to as the open relationship au and im more than expecting to write more about this dynamic! im also very open to suggestions about it

Art Donaldson is a Good Christian Boy. He's a good, smart young man. He wears his thin silver purity ring on his left ring finger. He wears a delicate silver cross on a chain around his neck. He used to sing in the church choir, and now he spends his Sundays volunteering with the children's sector and frequenting church picnics. If it wasn't for tennis, he'd probably be a priest.

You're not right for him, and he knows it. Guys like him aren't made to marry girls like you - girls with low-cut tops that show off the top hem of your lacy electric purple bra. Girls who wear low, low-cut jeans with your matching purple thong hanging out the back. Girls with butterfly-shaped tattoos hovering on your lower back. Girls who spend weekends drinking and clubbing and dancing with absolutely no room for Jesus.

But there's just something about you. Maybe it's your attitude, the way your hand flies up in class whenever you know the answer to a question, the way you speak, with such clarity, such conviction. Maybe it's the way you walk with your friends across campus, beautiful and assertive, a pack of wild hounds. You're terrifying to him. A force of nature, a thunderstorm. Art's managed to get caught up in your jet stream, but it doesn't mean he's any less scared of falling out. You and all your hot, brash, party-girl friends. You and the 'bitch pack', as some of his friends have taken to calling you and yours. The sorority girl, frat party, dim clubs, bitch pack. Girls like you don't give guys like him the time of day: you're too pretty, too powerful, far too high up on an entirely different social ladder.

But you're different. You're sweet. He's watched you stop to pet stray kittens. He's seen you volunteering to donate blood at the campus blood drives. He's seen you stop to help a girl pick up her books even though you were already late to class. He's seen your notes in his biology lecture, your cute, bubbled handwriting and your array of gel pens. He's seen you buy an extra coffee at the campus cafe for a friend. People contain multitudes, or whatever, right?

So maybe it's no surprise when you end up paired up on an assignment and you bring him back to your dorm room. Maybe he shouldn't have been so stunned by the boy band posters and the stacks of fantasy novels and the stuffed bear sitting on your bed. Maybe he shouldn't have been thrown off by your framed pictures - family, friends - and your collection of Beatles CDs. Just a girl. A normal, nice girl. Who lays out all her notes for him, glances up with a sweet smile, and asks,

"Where d'you wanna start?"

He didn't mean for it to go any further than that. For the study visits to start happening at night, after dinner. For you to start blowing off club nights to curl up on your plush blue shag carpet next to art, pointing out lines of text and highlighting things with a bright pink marker. For you to start eating with him at lunch, talking about your lecture, laughing over some stupid thing your professor said or did. For him to start seeing you, really seeing you, and liking that you saw him, too. It happened before he even registered it. Somewhere, somehow, Art Donaldson fell in love.

It's different than how he felt with Tashi. This isn't that painful, all-consuming desire to please, to have her notice him, the obsession with the idea of her and her tennis. This feels sweeter, kinder. This feels like what he used to read about: fireworks in his heartbeat, butterflies in his stomach, the giddy thrill of First Love. A slower, ennobling sort of love.

If he had it his way, he'd date you. Flowers. Expensive dinners by candlelight. Picnics. The works. Court you for the four years you were at Stanford together, then propose once you graduated. Spend a few years engaged so he could do his tennis, make a good amount of his own money. Save until he could plan a dream wedding. Honeymoon somewhere pretty and exotic, like Bali or Punta Cana. Then the country house and the kids, the white picket fence. Except, Art doesn't really ever get things his way, does he?

"I... I don't know," you say slowly, digging your heels into your carpet. You can't meet his sad blue eyes. You can't bear to. Girlfriend. Boyfriend. It feels alien, even in your head.

He stares at you, crestfallen. Your heart plummets and you race for an explanation, for some way to explain this without blaming him. Because it's not Art at fault, it's his Faith.

"It's not that I don't like you!" you scramble. "I do, really, Art, I do. I just... a girl has... needs, you know? There are things I'd want that I can't ask you to give me. Things I can't take from you."

You both know what it is. You'd never ask him to give up on or waver in his faith for you. Never. You like Art how he is. But you know you'd be wanting. You know you can't wait until your wedding night.

"I... I'm just not the dating type, Art," you explain mournfully. "And you don't want to date a girl like me, anyway, trust me. You deserve someone nice."

"But... you are nice," Art says, and he really does look like you've just torn his heart out and stomped on it. It's horrible. It's awful. And you feel like a monster for doing it, but what can you do?

He doesn't have a solution until a full week later. He pretends (to you, and himself) that he came up with it all on his own, when in reality it was Patrick's idea. Patrick's suggestion, murmured over the phone in cloying low tones, luring him in like sailor to siren, bee to honey, moth to flame. Art, for all his cleverness, for all his ability to read Patrick like a book, could not see it. He trusted Patrick. He should have, he's sent Patrick some of your pictures, talked about you endlessly. But Patrick was on tour, far, far away, where he could do no harm. And Patrick was taken, as he was so keen to remind Art all the time.

"She doesn't have to fuck you, man," Patrick muses. "Date her. Be her good boy, be her fuckin' sweetheart. She can get dicked down with someone else."

"You're suggesting my girlfriend cheat on me?" Art laughs, and even saying it, my girlfriend, even in hypothetical, makes his heart do a flip.

He can practically picture Patrick's face, screwed up with a mixture of pity and disdain. Poor Art. "Nah, man. I'm suggesting an open relationship, you know? Let her fuck who she wants, she's gonna come home to you."

The conviction in Patrick's voice makes Art's heart somersault. Because there's something about that idea that makes his pulse quicken. Patrick's right. You'll come home to him, your heart - the thing that really matters - will be his. He doesn't like the possessive thing that curls up in his chest and purrs at the idea. But he doesn't fight it.

"What if you didn't have to wait with me?" Art asks.

He's twirling a highlighter over his fingers. Cross-legged on your plush duvet, working at a piece of spearmint chewing gum. Gum you'd offered him, gum that you now kept a small stash of in your desk drawer for evenings just like this. The project you'd been paired up on was long over, the proud 96% sitting in your Stanford grading inbox. Now you're just regular homework buddies. Art sought you out for homework he missed because he was at practice and lecture notes he didn't get. You don't mind. You enjoy it, actually. You just wish you could give him more. Hate that you couldn't be what he deserved. It almost feels like leading him on, when he sits with you until the wee hours, sharing diagrams and passing your textbook back and forth. When he brings you your morning coffee before class, or you bring sandwiches and Gatorade to his practices.

Except now, apparently, he has a solution.

"What?" you ask, blinking at him. "What d'you mean?"

Art flushes. Soft pink. Mostly around the ears, you've noticed, red against the gentle gold of his curls. Evening rose.

"I mean, what if..." he looks away. "You know. You went out with me. Dated me. But you could... 'hook up' with other people when you needed to."

You stare at him. Dumbfounded. Art Donaldson. Is sitting on your bed, asking you for an open relationship? Are you dreaming? Has the world suddenly gone mad? Did you go to bed last night and wake up in an alternate dimesion?

"You... are you suggesting... what I think you're suggesting?" you ask faintly.

He nods, ears burning a truly impressive shade of crimson. You suppose you should be flattered, really, the lengths he's going to date you. Most guys would have given up by now, egos bruised, feelings hurt, hearts shattered. And with most guys, you would have been firmer, clearer, colder. Meaner. But Art isn't most guys. Art is sweet.

"I-- shit, Art, wouldn't you rather just date some other girl like you?" you say helplessly.

"I don't want another girl, I want you," he replies plainly. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Like there's no other answer.

And that's all it takes for you to agree. It's impossible to say no to those baby doll eyes. The two of you set ground rules - you don't tell him who or where or how, just that it happened. He doesn't ask you any questions. No one leaves you any marks. Immediate friends, such as Art's tennis circle and his church friends, are off limits. And that's that. He's your boyfriend now.

Art thought it would suffice. He likes being with you. Holding your hand while you walk to class. Seeing you in the stands when he plays a match. Chaste little pecks here and there. But you're like a pit of quicksand, a hurricane. You draw him in quicker than he thought possible, and now he can't breathe, can't think, can't move. The corruption is slow, certain, and inescapable.

He starts to find himself wanting more.

A kiss in his dorm room that deepens instead of stops, one hand cupping your jaw, the other floating to rest on the small of your back, above the waist of your low jeans, on the warm, bare skin there. A glance that feels more than affectionate, his eyes roving over your collarbone, the glint of your skin in the sun, the line of your bra beneath your sheer, tight shirt. He sees you smile at another guy and a hot flash of jealousy surges through him as he wonders if this is one of the guys you're fucking, if that guy, that random piece of shit, gets to touch you, see you, feel you. He tamps it down, and it feels too little, too late.

You'd be a fool not to notice. Stupid, not to feel the press of his hard-on when he hugs you from behind. Not to sense the shift in the way he kisses you, tongue slipping past your lips, hands sliding down further than they usually do. He plays it off, always. An accident. The heat of the moment. But you know. And because you're weak, because you're a terrible person, because ruining Art Donaldson is the most beautiful thing to ever happen to you, you let him.

"Art, do you ever touch yourself?"

He falls off his chair in his hurry to spin around and look at you. From the floor of your dorm, he stares with wide blue eyes and pink cheeks. "Wha--"

You shrug. "You know. Do you ever..." you make a crude gesture with your hand, and he buries his face up to his nose in his collar.

"No," he says, muffled into his tee shirt. "It's sinful."

It takes every fibre of your being not to laugh. He's so precious, so pure, sometimes you wonder why a guy like him could ever be interested in you at all. Your looks are one thing - you know you're hot. But Art likes you. He likes you even when he can't fuck you. He liked you even when you told him you wouldn't date him. He likes you because you're you. Which makes you feel a little shitty about what you do next, but you can't help it.

"So, what, when you're hard, what do you do?" you press casually. "Send up a Hail Mary and wait?"

Art's ears, which peek out over his shirt collar, are so red they could have been on fire. He shakes his head, a little frantically. He flushes easily, you notice, blood flowing quickly whenever he's even mildly embarrassed. It conjures images of his cock, whatever it might look like, red and aching with need. And you feel a lot less bad, the mental image of Art's dick fuelling the way you lean over, sliding off your chair to join him on the floor. You kneel, hands resting on your knees, and you know he's getting an eyeful of your tits. You keep your eyes on his face.

"Show me," you murmur. "I won't touch you. I won't even touch myself. I just wanna see."

He stares at you like you've asked him for his social security number and all his credit card info. Which, honestly, he probably would have given up a little easier. And you're an awful person, because you know the effect you've had on him, especially these days, you know that Art will probably do anything you ask of him, just for the pleasure of pleasing you.

"Please?" you wheedle, cocking your head to one side lightly, staring up at him through your lashes.

And, really, how could he say no to that?

"I-- okay," he says, and he tries to pretend like he's relenting a lot more than he actually is. Pretends like he's doing you a huge favour, as if his cock isn't straining at the mere idea.

Art doesn't jerk off often. He's only ever used his hand once - the single time Patrick showed him. After that, he'd cried in the bathroom and washed his hands so many times he got a contact allergy. But he's figured out an alternative. One that doesn't involve him touching himself at all. So he slides off his sweats, all too aware of your steady eyes on him. You look at him like you've never seen legs before, as if you haven't seen him at a thousand practices. You look at him like you want to eat him.

He tries to tell himself that's not what's making his cock throb in his boxers. He keeps those on, more for his sake than yours.

"You can lie on my bed," you offer innocently.

Art almost moans. Because it's your bed. Because it's yours, and when he lies down it's almost like lying with you. When he buries his face in the pillow, he can smell you, your vanilla and roses body wash, and, beneath it, the gentle smell of you. It's your sheets he starts to cant into, hips rolling in a familiar motion as he starts to work away the desperate pressure in his cock. It's your pillow he bites in a futile attempt to muffle his moans. And when he looks up, eyes half-lidded, he can see you watching him. You're biting your lip, looking flustered, and it's the cutest he's ever seen you, and he moans your name without meaning you.

You keep your promise, hands folded neatly in you lap as you watch Art rut into your bed like a wild animal, like he's in fucking heat, like your sheets are a person and he's fucking it. Like your sheets are you, you realise, as his eyes meet yours and he whines your name. He's pretending he's fucking you. It's hard not to give up and shove one hand into your panties, but for his sake, you try. Art's moans are almost musical, and with a sharp slap of embarrassment, you're reminded of the sounds he makes when he hits the ball at practice. The same whining grunts of exertion, except now they're fuelled by pleasure, spurred on by the desperate grind of his hips into your sheets, not a fucking tennis ball.

"Oh, oh, fuck," Art's voice gets a little higher. "Oh, fuck, it's so good--"

You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, and you shift slightly. His movements grow a little more erratic, hands balling up into white-knuckled fists into the soft fabric of your sheets. You drink it all in while you can - his ears are red, his cheeks are pink. You follow the curve of his ass in his boxers. You stare at the muscles in his thighs. The bones of his hips.

Art gets breathy when he's about to cum. Breathy, very whiny, almost crying if you're being honest. You file that information away for later.

"Please, please, can I?" he gasps, staring up at you with pupils blown wide with lust. "Can I cum, please, fuck, need it, need it-- you-- fuck, please?"

It's surprising he can even string together a full sentence. "Of course, baby," you murmur, already resolved to not changing your sheets until after you've cum in them too.

Another nugget of information: Art favours a deep grind when he cums, like he's looking for a place to put it, to bury it, looking to breed, to mark, to keep. The sight of him pushing his hips as far into your mattress as he can before he cums, a cry of your name and a shuddering breath slipping from his lips, will probably fuel your nighttime ventures for the next few weeks. You'll use it when you find your next hook up, it'll probably send you right over the edge.

You don't know when you started thinking of Art while you fucked other guys. You just know that now, it's tricky to get off without it. It's hard enough biting your tongue so you avoid saying his name. Now, you'll have the image of his face when he cums locked in your brain forever.

"Shit," Art curses, still breathless, sitting up to examine the sticky mess soaking from the front of his gingham boxers, all the way into your sheets. "Sorry."

You just shake your head. "Don't worry about it. That was... really hot. That's actually how you get yourself off?"

He nods, embarrassed. When he shuffles off to shower, borrowing your shower caddy and a towel, you wait until your door click, and then you practically rip open your nightstand. It takes less than ten minutes with a vibrator and the memory of Art's voice moaning your name for you to add your cum to his. You imagine his hips fucking into you, not your sheets. You imagine pulling his stupid fucking purity ring off and wearing it like some fucked-up engagement ring. His hands are so big, you'd probably have to wear it on your thumb. His hands. You imagine them grabbing you, holding you, sliding up your skin. You wonder what it would be like to have him revere you, not his God. Worship you. You want him to, you think. The idea of him shattering every promise he's ever made, just to be inside you? It sends you over the edge with a muffled cry of his name.

It's that feeling, that messy need for him, that drives you to that frat party. You told him, obviously, and while he seemed sort of put-off when you mentioned you were probably going to sleep with someone, he told you it was okay. Told you to be safe.

You wish you could tell him, but you're worried it'll scare him off. Don't worry, Art, every guy I fuck, I pretend he's you. And now I'll have the knowledge of exactly what you look and sound like when you cum to help me out! Not exactly girlfriend material.

Still, you're thinking of Art when your eyes land on a boy playing beer pong. He's tall, all messy black curls and tanned skin. Handsome, too, if you're being honest, in a messy, frat boy-y kind of way. Hook up hot. You're thinking of Art when he waves you over, holding up a beer like it's a peace offering. You're thinking of Art when you give him your name and ask for his.

"Patrick," he tells you easily. "Patrick Zweig."

[krosiefics]

sunkissed • lee felix

WC: 556

Summary: felix and reader went on a beach trip and after a long day reader notices her sunburn

Tags: fluff, afab!reader, soft!felix, established relationship, semi-nudity(?)...idk reader takes off her shirt to put on aloe vera, reader is bummed about getting a sunburn, felix is honestly such a cutie :(

“Oh it’s so cold in here.” You shiver as you and your boyfriend walk into your shared hotel room after a long day at the beach. You and Felix had decided to take a fun trip to the beach, the two of you traveling to Incheon which isn’t too far from Seoul.

You booked a hotel near the area and after a tiring day of swimming and playing around in the water, you finally returned to their rooms. You decided to take a quick shower, once you were fully dressed, you started brushing your hair. As the brush bristles filtered through your hair a burning pain shot through your scalp, you realized your head was sunburnt from earlier. You flinched before placing the brush down and tried moving your hair around your head to see how bad the burn was.

Once you caught a glance at the part of your head that wasn’t burnt you could see the color difference from your head to the rest of your skin. You frowned realizing that you had only put on one layer of sunscreen today. Your body different shades of pink and light brown, parts of the skin peeling away already. You picked at some of the skin that's peeling, wincing when the pain hurts too much. You dig through your toiletry bag for some aloe vera that you packed but couldn’t find it.

“Baby?” You call out to your boyfriend. You were quickly answered by an acknowledged noise from him. “Did you bring any aloe vera?” You ask, opening the door with a sad pout on your face. Your freckled boyfriend chuckled at you before taking a bottle out of his bag. “C’mere.” He said, motioning for you to sit on the bed. Once settled on the edge of the bed, Felix tugs at the hem of your pajama shirt for you to take it off. Your cheeks flushed even though this wasn't going in THAT direction, it still flustered you. After ridding yourself of the article of clothing, now having your exposed back to him. Felix settled himself behind you, popping the bottle open.

“It’s gonna be cold.” Felix warned kindly before he placed his hands on your hot back. Your back instinctively arched at not only the cold but the pain of the sunburn. “I know, I’m sorry darling.” Felix frowned at your reaction. He continued applying the cooling gel to your back and arms, leaving you to do your stomach. “Thanks.” You turn around.

“What’s wrong?” Felix furrowed his brows at your small smile. “My skin’s gonna be peeling all month.” You scowl as you look at your skin, “It’s gonna look weird.”

“I think it’s cute.” You glanced at him with sad eyes, “Really love, it’s cute…think of it like you were kissed by the sun.” He pursed his lips at you playfully.

You giggle at his action, “Really?” Felix nods. Your eyes shift down his shirtless torso, you notice his skin is also slightly burnt, not to the same level as you but nonetheless burnt. “Now we both have freckles.” Felix giggled, pointing at the bridge of your nose, “Look!” He reached over to grab his phone, turning on the front camera to show you the scattered freckle-like spots that spread across your nose. You smiled at him. “My sunkissed beauty.”

[vilhelios]

-; LOOK AT THE HEARTS THAT YOU'RE BREAKING !

the world may scream and cheer for "crow", the silver-tongued and charismatic lead rapper of deepsp☆ce, but it is only in your arms, his place of rest, that sylus can just be… sylus.

CW: k-pop idol/group au! fluff, fluff and more fluff! slightly suggestive (because it's sylus); not beta read, small text, all lowercase letters.

there’s nothing quite as attractive as seeing sylus on stage. The l-netizens always comment on his stage presence, flooding his fancams with comments littered with little crows, heart-eyed emojis, red hearts, black ones, and— is that… just a series of typed out barking noises…?

alright, that’s quite enough for the night (although you still shamelessly liked, saved and downloaded that fancam for later viewing—though you’d sooner die than let sylus know about that). the video still plays on a loop as it’s loosely cradled in your hands, though you’re no longer paying attention to it. your head thumps down onto the pillow you’d been cuddling with a groan. damn him, damn that harness, damn his stage presence, damn that stupid gesture and that stupid smirk—! 

as you close your eyes, drink in the sound of your speakers blasting with the screams of the crowd and sylus’ echoing voice through the speakers (the audio quality of the video was absolutely busted with how the bass reverberates in that stadium), you can see it: the new concert fancam that the hunters have currently dubbed ‘the sylus fancam.’ how could you not, after replaying the damn thing who knows how many times, and with the audio still playing? the image of sylus (sweat-slicked from the ridiculously difficult choreography of his solo song, bathed in red and blue from the spotlight) flicking away his earpiece, cupping his ear… the crooked smirk on his lips as he clearly hears every hunter in that sold-out stadium scream his name… you feel your face grow hot just thinking about it!

you’re too busy groaning and toiling in your embarrassed, flustered plight that you don’t hear the shower stop running, and the telltale signs of sylus getting dressed. when the bathroom door clicks open, you practically yelp, scrambling to turn that damn phone off, and sheepishly look up at sylus. perhaps it’s simply because he forgot to pack his bathrobe, but he’s in the sweater you picked out for him to sleep in. it softens his sharp edges, making him look like the kind and sweet soul that his features don’t convey. it’s hard not to stare at him for too long when he’s like this: the grit and sharp edge of “crow” ripped away, and sylus left in its place. 

(sylus, who burns like a furnace on cold nights, warm and comforting and lulling you to sleep no matter how much tour jetlag gets to you. sylus, who understands the essence of every sonnet and every love song written in human history when he is allowed to be just him in the sanctuary that is your arms. sylus, who can’t sing for the life of him, but perfectly replicates those romantics of old with every track he produces meant for your ears alone.)

he raises an eyebrow at you from the hotel room entranceway, white hair still slightly wet and disheveled as he dries it off with a towel—it’s so soft and fluffy without all the hair gel to style it. “sweetie, you’re blushing.” he says, a lilt of amusement in it, and it takes only a few, long strides for him to cross the short distance between you on the couch. “whatever could be the reason, hm?”

“nothing!” you pout, a little too quick to answer him and clutching your phone tight. a huff leaves you as he ruffles your hair, and he only chuckles.

“could it perhaps…” he hums, a small smirk growing on his lips as he nods his head at your phone, “... be that my dear sweetheart was looking at something… appealing?” the smirk softens to something gentler as he sees you furrow your brows at being found out. “i could hear it from the bathroom. the walls are quite thin.”

“... i was just watching your fancam…” you admit, sighing and scooting over in the couch as he rounds it to settle beside you. when his arm is draped behind you on your shoulders, you practically melt against him and (with a hint of embarrassment) let him see what you’d been watching.

“ah.” sylus chuckles as he watches himself on the screen, red eyes glinting with amusement. even though the concert was a bit of a haze now, he clearly remembers the moment where the music guide in his ear fell away to the sheer noise of the crowd the moment he took the earpiece off. he honestly didn’t know what possessed him to do such a thing… but if it made you (and the crowd) all flustered, he wouldn’t question it. “i must say… their screams for me were… delectable.” with a final glance at the screen, your phone is clicked off and tossed to the other end of the couch.

“but… as sweet as their screams are…�� he quickly adds, when he sees you huff and cross your arms. his arm gently draws you into his lap until you’re practically flush together.  the tip of his nose brushes against yours, and god he smells like the cologne he knows you like. his hand finds its way to your cheek, thumb brushing against your lower lip. sylus speaks in a hushed murmur, next, though it rumbles like thunder through your entire being. “... they are nothing compared to how sweet my name sounds on your lips, sweetie.” 

in another mood, those words may have made you splutter and grow warmer for entirely different reasons. but right now—with sylus looking down at you with the softest red eyes, the smallest smile upon his lips, and his heartbeat thrumming wildly against your hand and through the thick fabric of his sweater—all you can hope to do is grin up at him, and kiss the pad of his thumb. a giggle leaves you then, and his name comes tumbling out too, “sylus…”

“yeah, like that.” he chuckles (though it’s more like an amused huff). sylus plants a kiss to the tip of your nose, and then to the corner of your lips—it is a holy, reverent trail. “sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

a/n: idol au fun!!!! i have nothing to say other than ... sylus... large... looks larger in harness fit... heart eyes... also that i wanted to explore a softer sylus bc infold needs to show us more soft mr. crow man!

[luveline]

Hey jade, I hope you had a good Christmas,

Love your writing so much it brings me so much serotonin 🤣🤣 I have a request for hotch if you’d be up to it, I just love this man’s patience and understanding and would love to see him interact with reader who struggles with sex? Or just sexual stuff in general, like maybe she feels really embarrassed about it and doesn’t know how to talk about it with him? Idk if this is something you’d be interested in just thought I’d throw it out there. Regardless, I can’t wait to see what you post next ♥️♥️♥️

hotch lends you some comfort when a certain topic flusters you, 1.1k

cw adult themes, mdni 

“It's almost cheaper to have kids.” 

You scoop your gaze from the deodorants. “What?” you ask, looking first to Hotch, and then to his eyeline. “Oh.” 

The grocery store boasts a few rows of contraceptives. Condoms, dental dams, and under that, lubes and stimulants in candy rainbow colours. Thirty one ninety nine for silicone-free, aloe vera flavoured lube. Twenty seven for o-gel. 

You avert your gaze without fact-checking him on the condoms, laughing awkwardly as your heart races. “Right.” 

“I'm kidding. Just feeding Jack is a surprising expense.” He says surprising like it's delightful. “Good thing we have cushy jobs.” 

Oh, he's feeling funny tonight. Your laugh is authentic as he takes your arm, the basket in his other clinking as he starts forward again. You finish your quick stock up and Hotch pays for your things despite your protests, packing you and the bags into his ‘cushy’ car. 

You're a little embarrassed in the passenger seat. Your relationship with Hotch is complicated in that while you're in the official early days, you pined for a long time. You're undoubtedly in love with him, and though he's your boss and your senior, he seems to have taken a similar liking to you, hence another chilled out date night upon his invitation. And you've you've messed around like teenagers with kisses too hot and hands wandering, but you haven't fucked, and it's a problem, because your usual awkwardness around the subject grows bigger the longer you wait. 

Hotch can wait forever if he wants, you're not trying to rush him. If he wanted to fuck you tonight you'd probably be too nervous anyhow. 

You can't talk about condoms. How are you going to cope when you have to use one? 

Your stomach churns the longer you think about it. Hotch doesn't react at first, but you know he's figured you out when he covers your hand atop your knee and gives it a squeeze. You okay?

“Can we turn on the radio?” you ask. 

His hand lifts away slowly. He turns on the radio, and you think, oh, he's mad. No, not mad. Irritated, maybe, or confused. That's not fair to him. You think it anyway, sick to your stomach as he parks in the parking garage under his building and you make your way up. 

He doesn't pull any punches —as soon as you're inside with your shoes off and the door locked, he puts the groceries on the counter and looks at you until you meet his eyes. 

“I'm sorry,” he says. 

“What for?” you ask, startled. 

“I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to imply anything before you're ready.” He's handsome like this, earnest, his eyebrows raised and an inviting palm held open on the counter beside him. “It was a poorly judged joke.” 

“No, no, I,” —you bring a hand to your mouth, cover it, uncover it— “don't mind if you want to joke about it. It would be weird to care, right?” 

He hears an insecurity in your tone you don't mean to reveal, and he pieces it together swiftly. Understanding lines his eyes. “I don't think so,” he murmurs. 

You're embarrassed beyond words, but he is your boyfriend. He asked with a little expensive bracelet and your favourite baked treat from the bakery near work. You'd only ever mentioned it once, but he remembered. He knows you well, and he's never given you reason to be afraid of his reactions. 

“It's just so embarrassing,” you mumble, staring down at your socks. 

“What is?” he asks, crossing the kitchen to take your hands. “You don't have to be embarrassed about anything, you're perfect.” 

Your breath catches, your neck cracking uncomfortably as you look up. “I– I don't know how to talk about it. I know it's childish.” 

“No, it's not. It's a big thing, and it comes naturally to some people, but not everyone.” His brow furrows a little, the warm depth of his voice working to unspool the tight panic you'd been clinging to, “I'd never push you to do something you're not ready for.” 

“I know that. It's not you. And I don't know if I'm ready or not, it's just–” Your face is hot enough to boil rain. You shake your head. It's too difficult to explain. 

Hotch ushers you into his solid chest. “It's okay,” he says, patting your back gently. “Don't worry about it.” 

“I want us to be like everyone else,” you confess. 

“We are. You're not the first woman to get nervous about the idea of intimacy, sweetheart, I promise. And I'm not the first man to make a bad joke about contraceptives.” He laughs as you laugh, two huffing chuckles as he presses his lips to the top of your head. “You can take as much time as you need to get used to the idea, and if it's still weird when you're ready, does it matter? We'll be weird about it together. Or we won't be. Okay?” 

“Yeah, okay… thank you, Aaron.” 

“I waited a long, long time for this,” he says, giving your back a pointed little squeeze. “And it's more than I ever thought I'd get. I'm not worried about the rest. I'm in no rush, and you shouldn't be either.” 

You hide your face in his chest for a while, somehow more embarrassed than when you'd started. He draws lines up and down your back with his palm patiently. “It's okay,” he says again, kissing the side of your face. After a moment, he encourages your head back with a hand on your cheek, checking your expression carefully before leaning in for a kiss. His hair tickles your forehead. 

To your relief, it doesn't make you nervous. He probably never could, not when he's touching you so softly. 

You're feeling a hundred times better when you pull away. A tad mortified still, but relieved to know your struggle with talking about it isn't a turn off. If he can stick with you through this bump in the road, you can try, at least, to overcome it. 

“Is lube really thirty two dollars?” you ask in a whisper. 

“I don't know. I've never needed it.” 

He spends the next ten minutes laughing and apologising sincerely as steam pours out of your ears. 

[thestoryofella]

sunburnt

summary: after spending a day on the beach to take a break from London's constant noise, you end up sunburnt to a crisp. In an attempt to avoid Sirius's teasing, you desperately try to stay hidden. However, when you're finally forced to ask for help, you're reminded of the importance of choosing love over embarrassment.

warnings: fluff, swearing.

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After getting tired of the near-constant noise in London and the lack of scenery, you planned a solitary beach day to do nothing but read, lounge, and enjoy the nearly ice-cold pineapple you’d prepped the night before. You sprawled out under the sun from sunrise to near sunset, only dipping in the splashing, cold water when you woke up from a snoozy nap spent on a beach towel. Once the sun nearly set and you’d finished the book you packed for the day, you packed up your things and started the journey home.

When you reached the bus station to return to central London, you realized the issue, catching your reflection in the large, circular mirror near the bus driver. You had gotten burnt to a crisp during your beach day, and Sirius would never let you live it down.

Before you left in the morning, Sirius, ever the caring partner, had packed face sunscreen, body sunscreen, and aloe vera into your oversized tote bag. He had even checked if you had applied some in the morning before you rushed out the door. You, torn between the desire to lounge on the beach and the fear of missing the bus, had lied to him before planting a quick kiss on his cheek and dashing to the station. 

Now, you deeply regret not listening to him. In addition to your current appearance, your skin is inflamed, hot, scaly, and hurts to the touch. When you pressed down on your irritated skin, your fingers left an unmistakable mark associated with a severe sunburn. 

“Perfect,” you sarcastically muttered to yourself. 

When you finally stopped at the station closest to yours and Sirius’s shared flat, you walked quickly to get home, eager to shower with cold water and hopefully reduce the inflammation your sunburn caused. The plan was simple: you’d get home, dash to the shower, avoid Sirius for the rest of the night, and then what? After some consideration, you decide you’ll have to sleep with a paper bag over your head and in pajamas best suited for a nun. 

Once you reach your shared flat, you can hear Sirius inside cooking dinner. The low sizzle of sautéing vegetables and gentle humming is his giveaway. Quickly unlocking the door and tiptoeing inside, you sneak past the kitchen without detection until a creaking floorboard gives you away. 

Your heart lurches into your stomach. It’s no use being this sneaky over a sunburn, but you wanted to avoid Sirius’s teasing for as long as possible–even though you sometimes secretly loved it.

Sirius’s head turns to look at you, but you do not turn to face him. “Hi, dollface,” he says. You hear the words come out of his mouth, and you really want to turn around and greet him with a hug, but you are determined to avoid detection. 

You suck in a quick breath before tumbling out the words, “I gotta go hop in the shower before dinner, love you!” With that said, you run to the bathroom, your feet smacking down on the floorboards with each step before loudly closing the door. 

Great, that wasn’t suspicious at all, you think to yourself. You have the urge to facepalm your forehead before remembering the searing pain that would follow.

You hopped in the shower, sighing in relief when the cold water hit your inflamed back. Showering after days spent at the beach was the best. 

When you finally finished showering, you had devised a regimen to defeat your sunburn and hopefully avoid pain. You put thick lotion on every area of your sunburnt skin, planning to top it off with a layer of aloe vera gel for added measure. 

Things were going swimmingly. You’d lotioned every irritated limb and your unusually puffy cheeks–resembling a hamster with too much food in their mouth. That was until you tried to lotion your back and realized that your short arms and the searing pain of trying to stretch them due to sunburn would not make applying products easy. 

“No, no, no!” You exasperatedly muttered. You must swallow your pride to take care of your severely sunburnt back. The issue wasn’t that Sirius would be mean per se, but he would undoubtedly tease you before dotingly helping you. Plus, you really didn’t want him to know you had lied to him this morning, evading his attempts to prevent this in the first place. 

Defeat clouded your brain. Swallowing your pride, you peeked out the bathroom door before feebly calling, “Siri, can you help me quickly.” It wasn’t even a second later that you heard him set down plates and footsteps approaching your location. 

Now, face-to-face with your raven-haired boyfriend, you offered him a coy smile that silently said, please don’t be mad at me. His eyes slowly took in the sight of your sunburnt face. Unbeknownst to him, your back looked a lot worse. 

You stood in silence for only a second before he reacted exactly how you thought he would. He let a bellowing laugh escape his mouth before pressing a smiling kiss to your inflamed forehead. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a tomato!”

You were sure you did at this point. The combination of inflamed skin, paired with your now red cheeks from Sirius’s affectionate teasing, was sure to have reddened your skin. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t look more like a beet. 

You playfully shoved his shoulder before cracking the door wide enough for him to sneak in. “Can you please just help me put some lotion and aloe vera on my back?” You tried to sound stern, but a smile still graced your lips. 

He let another laugh escape his mouth upon observing your sunburnt back. “I thought I packed your sunscreen, and you said you put some on before leaving.” 

You huffed in response, crossing your arms over your chest. “I know; I was just so eager to get to the beach and forgot to put some on,” you complained, slightly whining. 

“You know what I always tell you?” He asks.

“No,” you lied. You knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“Sirius knows best!” He nearly sings out before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“Sirius,” you whined out, not wanting to be reminded of your unfortunate errors. He usually knew best, but you would never in a million years admit that to him. 

“Okay, okay,” He laughs, holding his hands up in mock defense before gently lathering both lotion and aloe vera gel onto your inflamed back. 

You nearly sigh at the relief but hold your tongue, a feeble attempt to humble his enormous ego. Instead, you opt for a simple “thank you,” turning around to envelop his torso in a tight hug. He responds by kissing your forehead, not wanting to press his hands into your irritated back.

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By the end of the evening, you were honestly sure you had managed to avoid most of Sirius’s teasing. After he had helped you with your back earlier, you two had enjoyed dinner together and were currently cuddled up in bed, about to fall asleep. 

Leaning over to kiss under your ear–possibly the only part of your skin protected from the sun’s wrath–Sirius wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered, “Goodnight, tomato.”

You rolled your eyes, letting a noticeable sigh escape your lips. You felt Sirius’s chest move with gentle laughter as he delighted in your feigned annoyance. 

You truly were never going to live this down. But you realized you were willing to put up with it if it meant you could stay wrapped in Sirius’s arms forever.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Luke s. x bimbo!fem!reader

not a luke girlie, but I think out of everyone in street fighter 6. he's the only one to fully appreciate a bimbo gf.

When Luke first sees you, you were being harassed by a couple of thugs near his gym. 

And of course, being an outstanding samaritan and having a chance to impress himself in front of a hot girl, he did what anyone would do and kicked their asses.

After he scared them off he went to check if you were fine. To which you wrapped your arms around him to thank him.

That's how you met.

He likes to show off in front of you, whether in the arena or on the streets.

He also spoils you rotten, that Louis Vuitton purse you were eyeing, purchased. The Dior lip oil that was out of stock, yours. That cute mini skirt you pointed through the window, now lies in your wardrobe.

Luke loves it when you cling on his arm, it really strokes his ego.

When you told him you had a dog named Cupcake he fully expected a tiny spoiled chihuahua. The type that's way too pampered to move. Not a 100lb Rottweiler who serves as your attack dog. She scared the hell out of him when he first came over.

She's fiercely protective of you and only you, so she doesn't take a liking to Luke no matter how much he tries. 

You like to see if your new lipstick is smudge-proof by kissing him. You would sit on his lap and pepper his face with kisses, not like he's complaining.

You insisted on wearing matching lockets, so Luke keeps his on the chain holding his dog tags.

You made it a point to have your picture on one side and his on the other. So when you closed it, you both would be kissing.

Well...at least that's what you said.

Every time he enters a tournament before he goes into the ring, he kisses his locket good luck.

He's the type of guy to say wear what you want, I can fight.

But if he notices someone who can't take their eyes off of your low-cut top, he'll pull you closer by your waist.

You randomly asked him one day how it feels to be put in a headlock, because you saw him do it to one of his students when you went to visit him at the gym. So he decided to give you a demonstration.

His forearms weren't tight enough to restrict your airflow, but you could definitely feel your cheeks squish and your lips puckering. Maybe dying like this wasn't too bad.

Luke laughs at you for liking this too much. 

You like to show him the cute charms on your nails every time you get them done.

One time when you both were making out, you noticed one of your gel nails was broken, and that was the only thing you could focus on for the next hour, despite him whining for you to keep kissing him.

He knows you don't like it when he tries to hug you when he's all sweaty because you don't want his sweat to get on your outfit.

but he still does it anyway even after you push him away.

He's never cared much about the latest fashion trends or the makeup drops from famous influencers, but he'll allow himself to be dragged to the mall if you beg him enough.

He'll hold all your bags with no complaints.

He definitely gives you princess treatment. Like massaging your legs when your feet hurt from wearing heels all day, or even paying for all your shopping expenses when you refuse.

When you come home from a successful haul you're always eager to show him. And he will tell you which ones he likes the best.

He says to give him a little twirl.

You complain to him about how much you don't want pizza because he eats it all the time.

Every time Luke is able to customize a character in game, he makes them look like you. 

He does his best to have them adopt your style and mannerisms.

Luke knows he doesn't need to protect you 24/7 because you're capable of handling yourself, but he still wants to teach you a couple of moves in case something does happen.

He taunts you a bit so you can pack more to your punch.

And let me say, you have a mean, right hook. Knocked Luke in his jaw.

He actually thought it was pretty hot, especially when you were fussing over him. 

When you guys travel, he gets to relax in your pink car. The seats are lined with fur and filled to the brim with stuffed animals. Fuzzy dice hanging from your rearview mirror and snacks in the hidden compartments of the car. 

He makes you drive because he can't see through the gaps in the plushies like you do and gets too distracted by them. 

You text constantly since you both have different routines. But you mostly send pics of yourself when you're in dressing rooms. 

You: [sent pic] Does this skirt make my butt look big?

Luke: I think you should go shorter. 

So you do.

Playing co-op with this guy is easy for you. Mostly because he's good enough to carry both of you through an entire game. 

It's different if you're competitive, because he is too. So he won't let you win so easily. 

But if you decide to opt-out, he'll sit on the floor while you passively braid his hair. You even stick a couple of hair clips in his hair with small charms on them.

As much as you love Luke, you hate sleeping over his house. He doesn't have anything to eat in his fridge other than protein shakes and red meat.

And showering was a different story. Body scrubs, lotions, scented shampoos, and conditioners are nowhere to be seen. You have to tuff it out with the 3 in 1 men's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

But you do like snuggling with him in bed because he gives the best hugs, so you guess you can deal with it.

love potions (feat. princess paparazzi)

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Danny Phantom, but Vlad decided to live forward without Fentons, so, they weren't invited to the party in tha castle, so, Vlad and Danny didn't meet that year. BUT they met when Danny was in Wisconsin college (19/20 years?). F.e. Danny has developed a strong ghost scenting system by this time, so, he felt the strange Vlad's ectoaura and decided to check who it is. There's no reason for them to fight. How do you imagine their interaction? Would it be a spark and storm of insanity, sex? What's Vlad's reaction to the information whose son Danny is?

Well, Vlad already knew of "the ghost boy" before the college reunion, and I imagine that Plasmius would either eventually a) challenge/destroy/neutralize Phantom or b) try to tempt him with the same offer he made Danny. I mean, this guy is so desperate to have a family that it makes him look stupid.

BUT supposing that he was never able to properly "introduce" himself to Phantom, and/or Phantom was able to avoid Plasmius for a few years, the idea of Vlad meeting a 19- or 20-year-old Danny is intriguing. How would it happen?

Perhaps a scenario like the University of Wisconsin wanting to honor their most famous alumnus with a ceremony—or Vlad makes a generous *cough* tax-deductible *cough* donation for a scholarship program, and maybe Danny is a recipient of that scholarship and therefore obligated to attend the ceremony.

But the minute Vlad takes the stage, he's distracted by a spectral signature emanating from somewhere in the audience. Danny likewise senses a powerful ghost aura, though less accurately, and wends his way through the crowd to find the source.

As Vlad absently stumbles and stutters through his speech, his eyes finally lock onto the young man who just appeared at the front of the crowd. At the same second, the two realize that the other is the source of the signature. Vlad proceeds with his speech more smoothly now while Danny racks his brain to figure out why this rich, smug asshole is positively radioactive with ghost energy.

When the ceremony concludes, Danny charges to the backstage area to find that Vlad has vanished. Danny hunts for him, even going invisible and flying to try to locate him, but no luck. The man is gone.

Discouraged and more than a little perplexed, Danny begins the long walk back to his dorm. Suddenly a stretch limo rolls up beside him. A dark window glides down, revealing none other than Vlad Masters.

"Care for a lift?" he asks archly.

At this range, the ectoplasmic frequencies radiating from him are so strong that Danny's ghost sense goes berserk. He exhales the coldest breath he's ever heaved, wobbles, and drops to the sidewalk in a dead faint.

He wakes up later (how much later? He has no idea) in a luxurious back seat, a cold gel pack on his head, with Vlad Masters, billionaire tech mogul and "philanthropist", sitting across from him, gazing at him with concern. A small smile breaks through when Danny sits up.

Wow, he's really handsome up close, Danny thinks.

"What's going on?" Danny asks, hoping his face doesn't look as red as it feels.

"You passed out," Vlad answers. "I couldn't leave you in the hot sun. Ice specters aren't exactly known for their heat tolerance."

Danny freezes—figuratively this time, and the rosy blush drains from his cheeks.

"Would you care for a drink?" Vlad asks, still smiling.

"Who are you?" Danny says, then winces and adds, "I mean. I know who you are, but—"

"Then you have the advantage." Vlad hands him a frosty bottle of expensive mineral water. "What's your name, young man?"

"Um. Danny. Daniel Fenton." He cracks open the bottle and drinks. Across from him, Vlad's eyes widen.

"Fenton, you said?"

A nod.

"You wouldn't happen to be related to a Jack Fenton, would you?"

"Yeah. He's my dad. Why, do you know him?"

Vlad ignores the question and leans forward. His eyes—blue, Danny sees, really dark blue—gleam with interest. "I presume you know a little something about ghosts, then."

Despite his racing heart, Danny's brain feels like sludge. He shakes his head and blinks a few times, finally pulling on a nervous smile. "Nah, uh, that's more my mom and dad's thing."

"I see." Vlad studies him for a moment. "Are you hungr—sorry. Silly question. Of course you're hungry. You're a college student." His eyes fall to the holes in Danny's jeans, the scuffed sneakers, the pilled hoodie with its faded graphics. Danny squeezes his legs together self-consciously and experiences a pang of embarrassment. Vlad's gaze returns to his face.

"Would you care for lunch, Daniel? My treat, of course. Unless you'd rather join me for dinner at my home? I could send a chauffeur to pick you up around seven. I make a fondue to die for. Well"—a chuckle— "half-die for, anyway."

Danny forgets his financial woes. And lots of other things. His brain struggles to process the past two minutes. A hot rich guy saturated with some of the most powerful ecto-energy he's ever felt is asking him to dinner. Maybe even a dinner dinner. Which, if Danny is honest, wouldn't disappoint him. He stares at Vlad Masters with his mouth slightly ajar.

"Uh... I, uh. Sure. Um, dinner sounds good."

[jasmines-library]

Sunburn

WHUMPTOBER DAY 5: prompt: sunburn

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Summary: You get sunburnt whilst spending the day at the lake with your boyfriends. They take care of you

Word count: 900

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You and your three boyfriends had been spending the day at the lake. It was mid september, nearing the end of summer and what you were sure was one the last of the hot days before the air began to turn crisp. Despite it being mid september, the temperature had soared into the mid twenties, leaving the four of you sweating. So, you thought, what better way to cool off than to head down to the lake?

The spot you had chosen was rather secluded. It was shrouded by a hanging willow tree, the branches of which swooped down and danced on top of the water. Remus was currently leaning against the hardy trunk as he read. You always enjoyed watching him read; his hair was swooped back so that it didn’t hang over his eyes as he read, and his face would twitch up into a little smile when he read over a particularly nice or amusing part of the book. On occasion, he would glance up at you with a smile, reciting a passage or two to you before returning to his reading. It was a nice sight. That and he was shirtless. 

You were lying not too far from him. Your picnic blanket was sprawled out on the floor as you laid on your stomach, watching your three boyfriends. James and Sirius were still in the lake; splashing each other playfully before launching themselves at each other, occasionally sharing a kiss or two. It was endearing the way the two mucked around with each other like children. You had been with them until an hour or so before you had returned to bask in the sun. It was hot on your back and had dried you almost immediately, leaving you to savour the afternoon warmth. You were slightly wary that the top of your shoulders were feeling slightly tender, but there was no way that they could be burnt yet. You would put some sunscreen on soon.

Not too long later, James and Sirius had decided that they were bored of jumping on each other and decided to wade out of the water towards you and Remus who was still indulged in his book. As they approached, you looked up from your sunbathing. James smiled at you warmly, shaking some of the water droplets from his hair. As the pair approached, Sirius made a face, hissing between his teeth. 

“That looks sore, sweetheart.”

“It’s not too bad. I need to apply some more sunscreen before I burn. Can you grab it for me?”

“Oh Dove, your shoulders are completely burnt.” James cooed, plopping himself down beside you. It was only as you pushed yourself up into sitting that you realised how much they actually did hurt. There was that familiar tight feeling across your shoulders as the skin, now red raw stretched. You hissed in pain. 

“Ouch” sirius sympathised. “That looks nasty.”

“Are you alright, baby?” Remus had put his book down and moved over to fuss over you. Though you were sure he was going to chide you for not re-applying your sunscreen later.

“Yeah….it's just a little sore is all…”

“I think a little is an understatement” James said, examining the skin gently. It raw a nasty shade of red and had begun to peel in places. “Poor baby. Siri, did you pack the after sun?”

Sirius thought for a moment. “I think so. It should be in the bag.”

James rummaged around in the bag, pulling out the after sun before opening the tube with a satisfying pop. He squeezed some out onto his hands before applying it to your skin as gently as he could. The gel was cool against your burn and began to soothe it quickly. Once he had finished, he tucked the tube back into the bag. “That should help a little bit, love. We’ll get you some moisturiser when we get back to the dorm.”

“Thank you, jamie.” you gave him a quick kiss of gratitude. 

“Do you want something for the pain? We can get you something.”

You shook your head at Remus’s question, though you were grateful for the gesture. “I’m alright at the moment, but thank you.”

“Okay. just let us know, dove.”

Sirius handed you his shirt. “Here baby, put this on. It’ll cover your shoulders.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before you pulled it on. It was too big on you, but it was airy and smelt like sirius. It did a good job at covering your shoulders too. 

“That’s better.” James declared. He felt better knowing you were covered and now at less risk of burning. 

“Thank you”

“Of course, Dove. we just want to make sure you’re not hiding.” Remus said.

“Yeah. and besides, we don’t want you turning into a tomato now, do we?” Sirius teased earning a playful hit on the arm from James and a chuckle from you and Remus. Trust sirius to be the first one to make a joke. But you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

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[cripplecharacters]

HI! i was wondering if any of you guys had any tips on writing a character with POTS?

Hi lovely asker!

Hm, I think just showing them and their condition is the basis of it all.

Don't be afraid to write them taking meds! A lot of people with POTS take meds, salt tablets, maybe potassium tablets. Often times a lot of us get the stuff that athletes or runners buy either those little electrolyte tabs, the gel packs, or the powder that you add to your water (I listed the brands I use that worked for me but I know a lot of people stand by Liquid IV, dripdrop, Nuun, or just Gatorade. But that's not important I'm off topic!)

If they're trying to keep their symptoms at bay they're gonna be drinking a water and electrolyte combo and maybe munching down on a salty snack

If everyone is standing, they're gonna be sitting whenever possible even if it's the floor, we're known to sit on the floor in the middle of anywhere

Heat is not our friend, a lot of people with POTS have trouble regulating our body temperature so umbrellas, hand fans, ice packs, ice in general is very nice

Also on that, some people also get hot flashes so that could be something also to include

Exercise can exacerbate POTS symptoms so if your character has to run for something it's gonna wear on them

Give them mobility aids! A lot of us use mobility aids usually like Forearm crutches or a wheelchair are the ones I see most but a lot of people use canes or walkers too

A lot of chronically I'll people carry a bag filled with all our emergency stuff we need and I feel like that's always left out in media depictions so I'm gonna include that here

Depending on how you want to depict it some people deal more with vertigo, dizziness, nausea, fatigue than with syncope (passing out). Some people it's equal, some people have really bad syncope to the point that they can't stand up without a fall risk. It depends on how you want to write your character but not everyone is the same

If your story is set during a historical period, they're not gonna refer to it as POTS, and actually the novel "One For All" by Lillie Lainoff does a good of example of this as the title character in this Gender-Bent retelling of The Musketeers has POTS (yay!) but in the story it's called "The Dizziness"

That is all I can think of for the moment but if you have any other specific questions let us know! This is just a vague kinda thing but more direct questions are usually easier to answer, but if this does help I'm glad! Happy writing!

~ Mod Virus 🌸

[righteous-r0de0]

i saw a bunch of other people doing this so

random redacted headcanons!

- vincent can’t handle spicy food very well, even post-turning

- ivan hates fishing

- david loves egg salad sandwiches with hot sauce (it’s his favorite comfort food)

- caelum has never had cotton candy and freelancer is pretty sure if he ever did, he would implode

- gavin doesn’t like snow

- lasko on the other hand LOVES spicy food and testing his tolerance to certain things

- damien doesn’t drink coffee or tea or energy drinks, this man is just out here raw-dogging life

- kody still tries to look at all the damn crew’s socials, even though they all have him blocked

- huxley (opposite of damien) gets his caffeine anyway he can but his favorite are the caffeine pouches (similar to zyns (these are also my favorite))

- asher loves watching mma fights and tries (gently) to recreate the moves on babe (“i could have dropped you just then! you gotta keep your guard up!”)

- james “i’m exploding you with my mind” redacted

- marcus begged his mom for a mohawk in middle school but he didn’t have the right texture hair for it and she refused to buy him all the hair gel necessary to make it a real mohawk so they just had to shave his head (kids thought he had lice)

- anton loves sending and receiving physical mail. he knows it’s impractical in comparison to texting or calling, but he loves it

- ollie has a favorite blanket, pillow, and set of sheets. he’s very particular about his bedtime routine

- elliot however could drop anywhere at anytime. and that’s nothing to do with him being a dreamwalker. he’s just a fantastic sleeper

- brachium has never had candy, but he’s curious about it

- avior really really likes classical music and it’s brought him to tears multiple times (especially jupiter comp. by gustav holst iykyk)

- milo holds the door open for everyone whenever he can. sweetheart once thought he was following them for like fifteen minutes but he was still stuck at the door

- cam loves fresh produce and is a frequenter of any local farmers market

- blake had a phase in middle school and early high school where he was super patriotic and right-wing leaning and he hates when people bring it up

- aaron actually knows most of the shaw pack boys. he tried to hire them for an event before realizing they were an empowered company. david thought he knew

- sam showed pigs and sheep when he was younger. he kinda misses it but he doesn’t have the room for livestock anymore

- vega in all his years of existing both in aria and on earth has never been truly hugged

- before falling, regulus lived on earth with his charge. they had two cats

- xavier used to travel ridiculous amounts of miles to go to food festivals around the country. he took the team with him once or twice

- geordi never deleted any pictures of him and cutie. he’s still hopeful that things will work out and he doesn’t want to get rid of older memories with them

- guy was friends with a lot of the unempowered boys in school, but lost touch with them in college

- morgan is very into hair-care. his shower looks like an apothecary shop full of mystery vials and oils. he knows what everything is and how to use it though.

- porter loves classic literature and translating latin to english. it’s one of the few hobbies he allows himself to have

- hush once traipsed into doc’s apartment, mud up to his knees and all over his face and hands, holding a bull frog. he only came to ask what it was.

[bbyquokka]

– heat

→ PAIRING: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: omegaverse au | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: your heat triggers hyunjin's rut.

→ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content + language | smut | established relationship | a/b/o dynamics | alpha!hyunjin | omega!reader | unprotected sex (piv) | oral (m + f) | rutting | grinding | reader gets fucked dumb | multiple orgasms (m + f) | throat fucking | cum eating | marking | pet names (doll, darling, babe, baby) | face grinding | fingering | creampie | heat/rut | aftercare | hyunjin calls reader a cum slut

→ WORDS: 4.7k

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→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

"Your heat is coming, I can smell you." Hyunjin mumbles, looking at you. You blink, biting your lip.

"Odd. It's not supposed to be due for at least a couple more weeks."

"Don't you remember what the doctors said? They said your heat will become irregular with you coming off your medication. Need to give time for your body to adjust." Hyunjin takes your hand. 

You swallow thickly. His skin feeling hot, tingles of pleasure rush over your body suddenly. You let out a soft whimper, cheeks flushing with a pink colour.

"See. It's close." Hyunjin leans in, whispering against your lips before kissing them. You groan softly, melting in the kiss. Your lips move together in synch, Hyunjin's hands flush on your waist to keep you still. 

He gently nibbles your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You happily grant it by parting your lips, allowing his tongue to slide in. He caresses the inside of your mouth, tongues meeting together in the middle. 

Saliva pools and spills down your chin, tongues wrapping around each other, saliva mixing together. Your body feels hot, your mind slowly becoming foggy and consumed by your Alpha's presence.

It's too soon.

"A–Alpha." You whimper, gripping onto his shoulders. Hyunjin groans softly before pulling away from your lips, much to your dismay.

"I have to go to the store. We have to prepare." Hyunjin strokes your swollen, saliva coated lips. 

"I wanna come!"

"Absolutely not!" Hyunjin speaks firmly, brows furrowing together. 

"Why?!" You whine.

"Because you're an Omega who is off their medication plus, your heat is due. Your scent is getting stronger by the minute. We can't risk it." 

You huff, folding your arms before plopping yourself on the sofa. He's right, it's too dangerous for you to be out in public right now. It's dangerous regardless but when an Omega's heat is fast approaching, it increases the risks.

There is a way to stop other Alpha's from sniffing around Omega's and that is by marking. Marking is a delicate process and only works if the pair truly love each other; soulmates so to speak.

You and Hyunjin have spoken about it before and as much as you would love to be marked by him, he's too scared to do it. Not because of the life long commitment, but because he doesn't want to hurt you.

You're too precious and delicate to him, hurting you would devaste him.

"I won't be long, darling." Hyunjin kisses your forehead gently before dashing out.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hyunjin returns home half an hour later, holding a range of shopping bags. You rush over to him, taking a few bags before walking to the kitchen. You place the bags on the counter, taking a quick peek as Hyunjin laughs, putting his own bags next to yours.

"Whatcha get?!"

"Have a look." Hyunjin laughs softly. You unpack the shopping, placing it all on the counter.

New towels and bedsheets to replace the old ones. Three six packs of water, snacks, pain medication in the form of tablets and gels, energy drinks and bars, sugary snacks and drinks and quick and easy meals.

"Wow, you really thought of everything." You giggle, impressed by your Alpha. Hyunjin blushes softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, it's a rough time for you so I have to take care of you."

"It's rough for you too, Jinnie." You pout. Hyunjin hums softly, pulling you flush to his side.

"It is but I love caring for you, so I don't mind." He kisses the top of your head gently, smiling softly. You nuzzle into his side, your scent getting stronger. Hyunjin bites his lip as he inhales it, his body feeling hot and tingling. "C'mon love. Let's put these away and rest." 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

1:15am. Hyunjin rolls over onto his back, shifting in his sleep. He groans, eyes fluttering open once his hand comes into contact to your side. It's cold and empty.

He reaches for his phone to check the time, squinting as the harsh light burns his eyes. Placing his phone down, his body slowly wakes up as he sits up. The sheets shimmy down his naked chest as he pushes himself up from the bed.

It wasn't until he stood up he smelt it. That strong, sickly sweet scent that makes his nostrils flare. That could only mean one thing.

Your heat has arrived; earlier than anticipated.

"Fuck." Hyunjin swallows thickly, walking out of the bedroom as he follows your thick scent. Your scent becomes stronger and stronger the closer he walks to the bathroom. 

He swallows thickly, covering his nose with his hand. A thin layer of sweat coats his body as he knocks on the wooden door.

"Darling? Are you in there?" Silence. He bites his lip, knocking again. "Open up baby. I can't help you if you don't let me in." 

He listens out of you, his ears perking as he hears movement from the other side. You shakily reach for the door handle, opening it up.

A burst of your scent comes flooding out, making Hyunjin shiver and clench his jaw. 

"A-Alpha. It hurts. It hurts so much." You shakily whimper. Your body is weak, need and lust swimming through your veins. The material of your panties soaked with slick as your core endlessly throbs, wanting and begging.

"I-I know Darling. Come, let's get you to bed and sort you out." Hyunjin softly speaks, hoping it would soothe you. You shake your head no, staggering towards him.

You fall into his chest, Hyunjin catching you with a grunt. You press your hot body against his bare chest, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"I can… I can smell you." You sigh in content, nuzzling your nose and rubbing it against his scent glands. "Hyunjin…" You breathe out, your hot breath tickling his neck.

Hyunjin grips onto you, his eyes squeezed shut as you nuzzle into him. Your scent is so thick and so strong, it's making his mind numb. It's sickly sweet, a smell so forbidden.

You're testing his patients, his hands gripping your hips tightly as his rationality slowly drips away. 

"C-Come on, darling. Let's get you to the bedroom." Hyunjin says shakily as he carries you to the bedroom. 

"No." You whisper before stopping. "I need you and I need you now." 

You drop down to your knees, Hyunjin watching and getting flustered as you pull down his underwear. You pant, licking your lips as his cock strings free.

"D-Darling." Hyunjin swallows. 

"So big and thick. I love your cock, Jinnie. I love it so much. I love how it makes me feel." His cock twitches from your words making you shiver. You place your hands on his thighs, wrapping your lips around his cockhead instantly.

"B-Baby…" It's too much for Hyunjin. He watches you, watches his cock disappear and become encapsulated by the warmth and wetness of your mouth. You close your eyes, instantly bobbing your head as you lay your tongue flat to stroke the underside.

All Hyunjin can do is watch. Watch as your mouth stretches at the corners, as drool spills down your chin. Your nails dig into his skin making him hiss. Your scent is so thick and suffocating but he feels good. His senses are clouded by you, his mind foggy.

He doesn't want to hurt you, but you're in heat. You're his omega and seeing you act so whorish for him, whimpering and sucking his cock so perfectly, slowly brings out his animalistic side.

His mind in a battle with itself, debating whether to give in or not. He looks down at you as you look up, your gaze meeting halfway.

"Fuck…" Hyunjin whispers as he takes in every detail your face has to offer. Your pupils are blown out with lust, cheeks pink. You look too cute for him. 

You close your eyes, your full attention on providing pleasure to your alpha. You hum around his cock sending vibrations to ripple throughout his body. Your tongue caresses his cock beautifully, Hyunjin losing his patience slowly but surely.

You pull his cock out of your mouth slowly, looking up at him with doll eyes. You stroke him slowly before sticking your tongue out and slapping his length against it.

Hyunjin snaps.

He grabs the side of your head in his hands gently, pushing his cock back into your mouth. Your eyes widen as you splutter at the sudden action. Hyunjin sighs softly, pushing his cock deeper and deeper down your throat. You grip onto his thighs as you gag.

"Oh hush. Let your Alpha use you." He growls. You shiver, his scent slowly making its way to your nostrils. You whimper, his scent felt like it was hugging you, wrapping itself around your body. Choking you of air, holding you tight.

Your heat has set off his rut.

Hyunjin thrusts down your throat with power, his cock caressing the sides. He holds your head still as he abuses your mouth and throat, soft sighs and groans falling past his lips. The tip of your nose touches his pubic bone with each push. You rub your thighs together, head feeling foggy from your Alphas actions and scent.

You're desperate. You'd do anything for your alpha at this moment in time, no matter how bizarre it sounds. You need relief, you're desperate for touch, to be filled to the brim. You need Hyunjin.

"Fuck. Your mouth feels so good." Hyunjin pants, looking down at you. You hum, swallowing around his cock as your throat clenches around his length. His cock twitches, his movements erratic and stuttering. 

He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling harshly at the roots. Tears form in your eyes, pooling before falling down your cheeks. Your tears mix together with your drool, falling onto the floor below. 

"Your scent is driving me crazy. How is it so much stronger than before? I can't… you're driving me crazy." 

Tears continue to fall down your face, drool bubbles and slips past your lips as Hyunjin continues to use your throat. His cock thrusting down your throat over and over again, your jaw feeling achy and slack as your throat starts to feel sore. You don't hate it though; it encourages you even more.

The more Hyunjin moans and whimpers, the more it encourages you. Your heart racing against your rib cage, your panties soaked and uncomfortable. You slip your hand down your panties, your fingers instantly coming into contact with your swollen bundle of nerves.

You rub your clit, thighs shaking at the sudden sensation. Hyunjin looks down and notices, licking his lips hungrily.

"Touching yourself, doll?" He growls, pulling his cock out of your mouth for you to speak. You pant, looking up at him. Your lips are swollen and covered in drool. Hyunjin shivers, kneeling down to your level

"Need you. I need my Alpha. H-Hyunjin…" You pant erratically, fingers moving rapidly against your clit.

Hyunjin hums before standing back up, inserting his cock back in your mouth. He holds your head firmly in place, pushing his length down your throat again until your nose touches his pubic bone. You gag, eyes filling with tears as the ability to breath becomes suffocating.

Hyunjin lets out a shaky, raspy groan as he kicks his head back. His cock twitches, his hips stationary as he basks in your warmth. Your eyes flutter shut, drool spilling, tears falling as you feel Hyunjin's cock caress your throat, hips stuttering.

"Ah, shit. I think I might cum from this." Hyunjin looks down at you as your eyes flutter open, begging him to do so. "You want that darling? You want my cum down your throat?" 

You hum desperately, squeezing his thighs as Hyunjin laughs.

"Of course you do. I'd expect nothing more from my lil cum slut." 

His words make you shiver, core fluttering. Hyunjin picks up the tempo, throaty groans leaving his lips as he desperately chases his high. His hips stop, cock twitching as he lets out a long and throaty groan. You feel his hot cum shoot down your throat, your instincts telling you to swallow; which you do.

"You're driving me insane, y/n." Hyunjin groans. You squeal, suddenly being picked up and thrown over his shoulder. He walks to the bedroom, gently throwing you onto the soft mattress of the bed.

In one swift motion, he rips off your nightwear, animalistic growls emanating from his lips at the sight of your soaked core and inner thighs. He slots himself perfectly between your legs, leaning over you and pressing his lips against yours.

You whimper softly, lips moving together in a hungry fashion. You're both craving each other, lust swallowing you both whole. Both your scents are thick, clouding above you both as you kiss each other hungrily.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry but I want to ruin you, consume you and corrupt your mind." Hyunjin mumbles as he presses his cock flush between your slick folds. He grinds against you, his cock rubbing between your folds, coating his length in your slick.

"Fuck, i– fuck." Hyunjin shakily breathes out, biting your bottom lip hard. You whimper, toes curling as you grip onto his shoulders.

"H-Hyunjin, you're in a rut. I think my heat has set off your rut." You whisper, feeling embarrassed. Hyunjin swallows.

"I think you're right. I can't think straight, you smell so delicious to me. I want to devour you." 

"Then devour me, Alpha. We have all night." You purr, bucking your hips up to match his movements. The wet sounds of your cunt coating his cock echoing in the bedroom. You both groan and whimper, getting lost in each other's pleasure and warmth.

Hyunjin dips his head low, sucking the skin on your neck as he'd occasionally kiss it. He leaves purple bruises behind, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He trails his lips down from your neck to your breasts. He cups both your breasts, kissing between them as he massages them softly. You whimper as you watch him, his fingers pinching and flicking your nipples. 

He shuffles down, head between your lips. He groans deeply, his scent becoming stronger and more powerful as he comes face to face with your soaked cunt.

"My gosh…" He whispers, licking his lips. You flush red, feeling embarrassed.

"D-Dont look. It's so embarrassing." 

Hooking his arms under your legs, he pulls your core closer to his face. You squeal, his tongue instantly lapping at your entrance. Your slick coats his tongue, making Hyunjin groan deeply and dig his fingers into your thighs. His cock twitches, his mind and body consumed with your scent, your taste. 

Every moan encourages him even further. It's blissful to him. He loves watching you squirm underneath him, your lips parted as nothing but breathy moans leave them. He loves corrupting you, making you a part of him. 

He laps at your entrance desperately, pleasure coursing through your veins. He presses his tongue flat against your sensitive bundle of nerves, a loud moan erupting from deep within your chest.

He flicks your clit with his tongue, occasionally spitting on it before swirling his tongue around it. He slips two fingers deep inside your cunt with ease, curling them against your walls as he pumps them fast.

"H-Hyun–'' You sob, your body feeling overwhelmed. Juices spill out of your cunt, falling past his fingers before landing on the sheets below you. Your walls contract and squeeze Hyunjin's fingers, his tongue flat against your clit before sucking and nibbling it.

"I-I can't! Hyun– I..I!!" You grip onto Hyunjin's hair, tugging at his roots causing him to groan. His eyes flutter close, his concentration fully on your cunt. Your toes curl, thighs shaking as you grind against Hyunjin's face.

Hyunjin hums, encouraging you to use his face. The tips of his fingers brush against your sweet spot, hitting it continuously. You pull his head closer to your cunt by his hair, pressing your hips flush against it as you desperately grind.

Your back arches off the bed, heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. Your walls hold onto Hyunjin's fingers, his tongue and fingers encouraging your orgasm to approach. 

"C–Cum. Jinnie, i… Please." You sob. Hyunjin opens his eyes, looking up at you through his lashes. He doesn't slow down his movements so you take this as permission.

Your hips buck, thighs shake uncontrollably as your walls contract around Hyunjin's fingers. Juices spill out of you, coating Hyunjin's face, fingers and the sheets. You cry out his name in broken sobs, Hyunjin lapping at your clit to help ride out your high.

You whimper, trying to push Hyunjin away. He smirks, moving away from your cunt as he pulls his fingers out of you. You swallow, his chin and lips coated in your slick. He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking and licking them clean as he hums. 

You curse him for making something so sinful look so attractive.

"More. Jinnie, I need more." You desperately beg, your body not feeling satisfied. 

"What do you want?" 

"Your cock. I want your cock!"

"You want this?" Hyunjin teases, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock as he strokes it. You nod fast, mouth salivating at the sight.

"Please! Please, I need it. Please Jinnie, I'll do anything for your thick cock." You beg desperately. Hyunjin shivers, watching you weakly sit up and wrap your fingers around his length. He swallows, loving how small your hand looks around him. 

His skin feels hot to the touch, his tip angry and leaking pre-cum. Thick veins protruding along the side, stopping at the head. Your walls flutter at the sight, your phenomenons becoming stronger and stronger by the minute.

Hyunjin takes in a deep breath of your scent, his body shivering and goosebumps evident on his skin. He grabs your shoulder, pushing you flush against the mattress. You giggle, watching your Alpha lean over you.

He plants one hand by your head using his other to guide his cock to your pussy. He rubs his fat tip between your folds, teasing your entrance with a smirk. You whine desperately, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you buck your hips upwards.

"Impatient now are we?" He coos. 

"Yes! It's so painful, Jinnie. I need– I need you so bad!" You sob, biting your lip hard.

"I love teasing you so much, but I'm also at my limit." Hyunjin grunts, pushing himself inside. Your walls happily welcome him, your body shivering as a sigh of contentment leaves your lips at the feeling of finally feeling stuffed.

"Holy. Your cunt is swallowing me, it's taking me in so well." Hyunjin hangs his head low, a dumb smile on your face as he bottoms out, hips meeting halfway.

"Hyunjin." You coo in a sickly sweet voice. "Hyunjin, I finally feel so full of you." 

"You're amazing, y/n. Your body is amazing. I love it.. love you. I love you, y/n." 

"I-I love you too, Jinnie." 

Hyunjin grips your hips, pulling his cock out for his tip to remain inside, for him to push himself back in with force. Your back arches off the bed, hands bawling up the sheets as he keeps up with this momentum.

Your body tingles, an overwhelming amount of pleasure shifting throughout your veins. Your walls are squeezing and fluttering around his length, the thickness of him stretching you to capacity. 

Skin slaps on skin, Hyunjin's grip on your waist is tight to the point of leaving bruises. You squirm, head flopping from side to side. Juices spilling out, wet sounds echoing and bouncing off the bedroom walls. 

"Look at me." Hyunjin mumbles, reaching down to stroke your flush cheek. You side eye him, a smile so dumb it makes Hyunjin shiver. "Beautiful." 

You hum, unable to speak or form words. Hyunjin's hand lingers on your cheek, his gaze never leaving you.

He positions his hips in a way to hit your sweet spot deep inside, smirking as you scream out his name in pleasure indicating he hit it.

"A-Again!" You stammer, gripping onto the sheets. Hyunjin complies, hitting the spot over and over again. Your body shakes and squirms, pleasure overwhelming your senses. 

"Your body is fucking amazing. You take me so well, darling."

"Love you. L-Love you, Jinnie." 

"I love you too, darling. My sweet, sweet Omega." Hyunjin coos, leaning over you and resting on his forearms beside your head.

You look up at him, pupils blown out and hazy. You whimper, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. Hyunjin grunts, thrusting at a slow and deep pace.

"My adorable Omega. Look at you, silently begging for more. You want my cum, little one? Want to milk my cock again like you did with that mouth of yours." His thumb brushes past your bottom lip.

You lick his thumb before Hyunjin pushes it past your lips. You hum, keeping your gaze on Hyunjin as you suckle.

"So desperate, yet so adorable." He coos, dipping his head low and licking your neck before peppering kisses along it.

"M-More." You choke out. Hyunjin hums before pulling out and flipping you on all fours. You giggle, placing your head down on the sheets, ass high up. You wiggle your hips side to side, teasing Hyunjin.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes before pushing his length back inside you. He gives you no time to adjust as his movements are back to its usual powerful and desperate state.

Your toes curl, warmth pools in the pit of your stomach. Your body feels like it's on fire, mind hazy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, drool spilling from your parted lips. You become unaware of your surroundings, the only thing you can focus on is the sheer overwhelming pleasure Hyunjin provides.

"My dumb little Omega. Are you so overwhelmed by my cock that you can't even think straight anymore?" He coos, watching your body shiver and drool spill. You whimper as a response, making Hyunjin groan.

Your hair falls, revealing the back of your neck. Hyunjin swallows thickly, an overwhelming urge to suddenly mark you apparent. He knows it's because of his rut that he feels like this, but he's been wanting to do it for so long, to make people know that you belong to him.

He's being tormented so he gives in to his animalistic urges.

He leans over you, hips stationary. Your eyes flutter open as you feel your Alpha looming over you.

"Hyun–" You shiver, words caught in your throat. His eyes wide and dark, his body on autopilot as he grazes the soft and tender skin of your neck.

"Hyunjin? What are you– ah!" You whimper loudly, feeling Hyunjin's teeth sink into your neck deeply. You grip onto the sheets, eyes watering as your heartbeat elevates.

Animalistic growls and hot pants hit your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Hyunjin's scent becomes more powerful, making you feel sick to the stomach, hazy and your walls flutter and juices spill.

"H-Hyun–" You squeak out. After a couple of seconds, Hyunjin pulls away slowly, wiping his lips clean from his drool. He hums, stroking the new mark he's given you. You wince in pain, your neck feeling tender and sore.

"Now, you're mine. All mine for the taking!" Something snapped inside Hyunjin at that very moment. His movements are powerful and aura suffocating. You feel small and powerless as Hyunjin fucks you into the mattress.

His fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles on it. Hyunjin hums as he feels your walls contract and release around him, nothing but empty moans and pants leave your frame.

"I know you're close, baby. Cum around my cock like a good lil girl." You squeeze your eyes shut, body limp as heat washes over you in waves. It knocks your breath away, winding you a little as your legs shake uncontrollably. Hyunjin hums in satisfaction, fucking you through your orgasm.

"W-Wait, need a minute." 

He pulls out, resting his back on the mattress. You sigh in relief but only for a few seconds before Hyunjin grabs you and makes you straddle him. 

"You know what to do." You whimper, sinking on his cock. You clench around him instantly, moving your hips back and forth before bouncing. Hyunjin holds your waist, hips snapping upwards to meet your movements.

You sob, tears falling down your cheeks as you plant your hands firmly on his abs for stability.

"H-Hyunjin…"

"What do you want, baby?" 

"Cum. I want your cum." 

"Where?" Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You lean back, hand over your stomach as you gaze at Hyunjin innocently.

"Here. I want to be filled to the brim with your cum, Jinnie. Give it to me." 

"That's my good Omega. You're going to milk my cock dry with your greedy pussy, mhm?" You nod, hips moving frantically and desperately.

Hyunjin grips onto your hips, eyes squeezing shut. Your delicate breasts bouncing, skin slick with sweat. Your pussy greedily takes him in, his cock sinking deeper and deeper inside you.

"Please, please Hyunjin. Please give it to me." You desperately beg, thighs burning as you dig your nails into his abs.

"M-Mhm–" He lets out a shaky breath, cock twitching inside you indicating he is close again. With one final bounce, Hyunjin grips your waist to keep you still.

Throaty moans and groans fall past his lips, abs tensing as he empties himself deep inside you. You hum softly, feeling warmth pool inside you and slowly trickle out. 

You flop down onto Hyunjin's chest, feeling exhausted, however, your heat is nowhere near over and neither is his rut.

Hyunjin pushes you back down on your back, towering over you with the corner of his lips curling up in a smirk

"We're not done yet and you know it." 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your heat and his rut lasted a lot longer than usual. Hyunjin and you spent the past couple of days embracing each other. You had sex in every single room on every single object.

The only time you stopped was to take a small food and drink break but that was cut short due to how needy and horny you both were.

Once your heat subsided, you felt extremely sore and exhausted. Hyunjin took extra care of you, knowing how tender and swollen you are.

He helped bathe you, feed you and give you some water. He gave you pain medication before you both fell fast asleep for x amount of hours.

You awoke before Hyunjin, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You mistakenly moved too fast, a sharp pain shooting up your back making you whimper and curse. Your whimper caused Hyunjin to wake up.

"Hey. Are you okay, babe?!" He sits up, hair tousled from sleep, voice deep and strained. Dark bruises and scratch marks evident on his body from where you've clawed at him.

You nod, slowly sitting up with the help of Hyunjin. "Here, drink this." He hands you a drink that's full of electrolytes.

You take it off him, downing half the bottle before wiping your lips. Hyunjin strokes your lower back gently, hoping it would soothe you of your pain.

"How are you feeling, doll?" 

"Tender, sore and sleepy." You laugh softly. "My neck hurts too." You rub the back of your neck where Hyunjin marked you. It's red and swollen, a little tender but on the road to recovery. Hyunjin looks at you sheepishly.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"Don't be! I-I wanted it." You flush red, feeling embarrassed. "It's made us closer than ever and I love that." 

Hyunjin smiles warmly, kissing your cheek tenderly. "Me too, darling. Sorry if I was too hard on you. Sometimes, I get too consumed."

"Don't be sorry, Jinnie. I trust you wholeheartedly and know you would never hurt me." 

"Mhm. Anyways, you did act rather cute. Your fucked out face as you begged so sweetly for me. So adorable." He coos playfully earning himself a gentle smack on his peck.

"S-Shut up! Like you, I also get too consumed."

"Oh, I know." Hyunjin smirks and winks. You whine softly, pouting before he kisses your pout. "Let's get some more rest, doll. I think it'll do us good."

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Damian Wayne headcanons: “Totally can make girls swoon as long as he’s not standing next to Damian (we’ll talk about Damian’s body and pretty boy features in another post)”, can we get that post discussing Damian’s pretty boy features and how he most likely gets the most people coming after him thx to his perfect mix of Talia and Bruce’s genes (Talia’s brown skin color, her green cat shaped eyes w/long eyelashes, Bruce’s face (tho I headcanon the older dami gets the more he physically resembles Talia until the resemblance is uncanny, or he grows to become a perfect match of both his parents facial features), hairline (unless dami grows his hair out a little more in the future), the Wayne charm etc.)????????? Also how the others (Collin, Jon, & Billy) attractive looks attract others as well?????

Honestly, I totally forgot that Tumblr existed for a while so thess are way overdue. But here we go.

Also, excuse Damian's for being hella long but I've had a lot of time to think about Damian

Ok I also have a feeling that I haven't mentioned this before ...

All my content for these boys is aged up, which means they aren't a gaggle of 12 year olds. I'm imagining them between the ages of 16 and 18 unless otherwise stated.

DAMIAN WAYNE, JON KENT, COLIN WILKES, AND BILLY BATSON FEATURES HEADCANONS

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DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian has green eyes, I know people will argue and say he has blue but his eyes are definitely a dark mossy green.

Though they definitely have the capability of changing color in the sunlight, they light up and turn into lighter shades depending on the lighting and time of day, but personally I think they are a dark mossy green.

I don't want to spend too much time on Damian's eyes but for example, in Gotham they tend to be darker because of the atmosphere, whereas when Damian goes to see Jon in Metropolis, they'll be lighter shades because of the sunlight

He 100% has Talia's eyes, and facial structure. I can see him having more of Bruce's features, but his facial and body structure is closer to Talia.

Strong jawline but softer than Bruce's. Damian looks a bit like Bruce but not as sharp, so to speak. His face is slimmer and more rounded, his eyes are more pointed and are sharper but Bruce's are wider.

Bruce is ruggedly handsome, Damian is flawlessly pretty.

Damian's body structure is closer to Talia's too.

I don't see Damian really being able to pack on muscle mass in the future like Bruce. As Damian gets older his body structure looks a lot like Dick's, he's very well fitted.

He does have nice biceps tho. To the point where when he moves you could feel the muscle flex underneath if you were touching them

(If you haven't experienced this personally with anyone, I highly suggest it. Biceps are hot.)

He doesn't have thick thighs like Jason, but he's still very muscular. Sometimes it's hard to tell unless he's flexing, he's not busting out of his clothes, but he is quite strong.

On to other features, Damian isn't white.

I think we've all established it by now but just to make sure.

His skin is a lot like Talia's, light olive skin. Though, in the summer, if Damian gets even the smallest ounce of light he tans instantly. I'm the winters in Gotham, one might mistake him for white because his skin is lighter but once he's put next to Tim it's easy to see that he's not.

Damian has perfect eyebrows. Nothing else needs to accompany this. His eyebrows are flawless.

Ok, so hair. Another thing I've seen some disagreement on.

I believe Damian's hair is Black, like Bruce. But unlike Bruce it's not coarse and heavy. It's light, wispy and soft. When he was younger at the manor he used to gel it up, but now that he's older he's come to realize that it'll just go wherever he wants and it will be fine.

Damian's voice, which I've kinda already covered, is wide range. He can sound like a little girl or Corpse. He generally leans towards a deeper voice, it vibrates a little so if he's talking while you're touching him in some way you can feel the grumble.

He hums a lot. Not musically, but in response to things. He's taken up a habit of humming into words, like saying "mkay" instead of "okay".

I strongly believe that Damian doesn't laugh, he chuckles. Deep, hearty chuckles that make anyone whose near stop and listen to him laugh. He also snickers and sharply exhales through his nose to make that snorting/snickering sound, I don't know what it's called but I think you can guess what I'm talking about.

Damian doesn't have veiny hands, sorry to disappoint. But his hands are very soft for being a swordsman. His skin is very smooth and he doesn't have many imperfections. No birthmarks because of the Artificial Womb, courtesy of Talia.

Not me going back to his eyes, but he squints a lot. Out of confusion, anger, just looking at something, disgust. His eyes generally take the shape of siren eyes, so it doesn't look unnatural that he gives people sharp looks unintentionally.

His lips are on the thinner side but are still soft. Boy definitely uses chapstick. He doesn't have a big mouth or a little one, he's very well proportioned.

Probably has a plump bottom lip tho

Many know this but he frowns a lot. It's not because he's upset, but it's his thinking face. His eyebrows scrunch together when he's doing this too. If he's thinking about something unpleasant his nose with wrinkle. When Damian's thinking hard he looks very confused and upset.

Nicely shaped abs. He has a long torso

HELLA PRETTY SHOULDERS AND BACK MUSCLES MY GUY

Smells like pine needles and sandalwood. Definitely a rich person scent that's strong but not overpowering.

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BILLY BATSON

Figured I would start with Billy because if we're ranking them, he's the second prettiest.

Personal opinion but you'll see what I mean.

So Billy's eyes are brown. Like a dark, chocolate brown.

Some people might say "Well in the dcau and Young Justice they're blue" but I have a personal belief that they're brown. How many blue eyed superheroes and children of superheroes are there? Too many. They're brown.

In the sun they turn into a dark honey color

DEFINITELY has light freckles across his cheeks, I mean really light tho. You would have to be pretty close to him to see them

Billy's hair is soft, and medium brunette.

it's sort of straight, but kinda wavy

the length of it depends on the season, for instance in the summer he has it cut shorter in the back. But in the winter he lets it grow out a bit more

The skinniest of the bunch but it suits him

He's not SKINNY tho, I mean he's being compared to Superboy, Batman's son, and a Gym Rat Gothamite, cut the little guy some slack

Billy has very slender, lean build. Most likely doesn't have Damian-level muscle but he's still easy on the eyes shirtless

Billy has a a bit of a lopsided smile that sometimes expresses laziness

Teeth smile 100%

He has that sort of soft handsome look

Where Damian is very sharp and defined Billy is smooth

He has softer cheek bones (squishy cheeks) and a defined yet round jawline

Billy has thinner lips

I'm not sure how to describe them honestly

Very calm deep voice, deepest voice of the bunch, adding on to this I imagine that he likes to sing and is the best vocalist in the group

His laugh, contrast to Damian, is boisterous and very open mouthed. He's loud and sometimes it sounds like a cackle, but most of the time Billy has a charming laugh that fills the room

Billy almost smells sugary with a hint of linen. Like warm bed sheets but they were washed next to a bakery.

(He once accidentally stole Mary's Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and now has this sort of addiction to cherry scented things)

Honestly, Billy smells like a lot of things all the time, so the best description is that he smells very warm and sweet

Boy is part of the super soft hands club

Long. Freaking. Eyelashes.

Like, they might tickle you when you kiss him long

(This isn't a romance headcannon but he would be a great person to kiss, OOOH NEXT POST IDEA)

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JON KENT

Ok so on to Jonathan

So our boys eyes are a sky blue

An open sky in the country, and where some eyes have grey tones, Jon's don't

Dark, black hair that has a loose curl to it

A lot of times it hangs down in his eyes so he developed a tendency to play with his hair

He has one of those headbands that comb/hold back your hair, and he wears it a lot

Wouldn't wear it around the guys, there's no way Colin wouldn't make a little fun of him for it. Damian honestly wouldn't care and Billy would probably buy one once he sees Jon wear it

He has pretty fair skin, but tans often due to being in the Sun at the farm a lot.

Has tan lines on his wrist and ankles from bracelets, he's that kind of guy

I mentioned in a previous post that Jon isn't really big on sweating so our boy probably always smells very clean

His scent is lemony with a hint of linen.

Not that the other boys don't smell clean, Jon is just less musky

Jon us bulkier than Damian and Billy, but smaller than Colin.

Another member of the super soft hands club, as well as the pretty shoulders club

he has a soft voice, but it also holds a lot of energy. He talks fast

the highest pitched voice of the bunch, and for the longest time was slightly squeaky.

lovely sounding voice, can't sing for shit tho. Hes a bit tone deaf.

has DEFINED dimples, the king of dimples

always has a content look on his face, looks and is incredibly friendly

I have a feeling Jon doesn't have completely straight teeth, but still a beautiful, toothy smile

he isn't a mouth breather but has a habit of staring at people with his mouth open a bit.

kinda like a goldfish

lip biter (In the cute/hot way)

(ok so my best comparison for Jon is Dave Lizewski from Kick-Ass. I feel like they would have similar energy. I feel like he and Jon would sound similar as well.)

Toned abs. He doesn't even try, they just happen

nice arms, not super huge but you can visibly see the muscle

His entire vibe is secretly buff nerd boy

loves his glasses, only takes them off when he suits up

they're the round-ish square ones with the iron rim (Dave Lizewski glasses)

sharp jawline, but has a square face

Pouty, thick lips

Jon has fairly big hands, and skinny fingers.

Slightly veiny hands

Has never had a lick of acne in his life so incredibly clean face

Definitely a pretty boy

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COLIN WILKES

Colin is definitely the scraggiliest of the 4

Silly ginger boy

Has straight-ish hair but probably got a perm at some point and it kinda worked for him so he's recently discovered that if he puts stuff in his hair and takes care of it right he has some natural wave

Puppy dog brown eyes that look like melted chocolate

Used to have freckles but they faded as he got older so you only see them if you're extra close

Colin had the widest smile of the group

Never had braces because he couldn't afford it so his teeth are a bit uneven

But they were significantly worse when he was a middle schooler so he's glad they figured themselves out a bit

BIG BOY

THE BIGGEST BOY

This dude has the broadest shoulders of the group, the thickest thighs, the meatiest arms.

Colin is built like a tank

Has the veiniest hands, and they never go away. Just constant veins

Is ALWAYS smirking/smiling.

Has a look on his face that always makes it seem like he'd done something bad and he's proud of it

Obviously he hasn't but it somehow lands him in trouble 9/10 times

Colin is the palest of the group, not just because he roasts like a turkey in the son but because he obviously lives in Gotham, where sunlight doesn't exist

Like Billy, his lips are on the thinner side, but they're NEVER chapped. Loves chapstick, probably would eat it

Colin has a fairly round face, when he was younger he had huge gigantinormous ears, but by 15 he had grown into them

If any of the boys had a glow up it was Colin, he went from Kiddo to Daddy within a summer

Smells like grass and mahogany. Also lysol. Sometimes leather. It depends on what time of day it is.

In the morning, it's lysol and leather because that's when he goes to the gym. But after he showers it's mahogany and like Irish spring. But by the end of the day, for some reason he smells like grass and no one can figure out why

Colin's just kinda strange

His voice is lower than Jon's, but slightly higher than Billy's. (When he's Abuse his voice is much, much deeper)

It's rumbly

Has the best morning voice

When Colin laughs, it's a cackle. He sounds like a hyena

Definitely has toned muscles. The most defined muscles of the group

Has ENORMOUS hands

Rough and calloused from weightlifting but the rest of him is fairly soft

Rougher face because he shaves, puberty hit him HARD

He's not pretty, he's hot