#what i would give to be able to brush my hair rn

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Just had my pao surgery! It hurts so absolutely badly 😎

[bunnis-monsters]

Sacrificial Heifer

Bull Hybrids x Cow Hybrid!Reader

Commissioned by: @yuriohoe04

WC: 1k

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Warnings: dubcon, breeding, lactation, pregnancy, gangbang

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It had been a week since the farmer announced that you and your barn mates were ready to be bred for the first time.

At first, the lot of you were excited, some even ovulating and ready to breed. One of your friends had her tail lifted up, and it swayed softly as she sighed.

“Can’t you imagine it, being bred by a handsome bull? Do you think they’d want to settle and become mates?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting her thigh with your tail. “Not likely. Most bulls are just looking for a heifer to breed and toss aside for the next one. You’ll be lucky if they give you more than a few minutes of your time.”

An older cow had warned you many times that bulls liked to play with young heifers’ hearts, and that if you wanted to live a peaceful life on the farm, then you’d just breed and go about your day.

That’s what you told yourself out of fear of getting your heart broken… until the day finally came to breed.

All the other heifers were filling themselves up, brushing out their hair and tidying themselves up. The pheromones wafting through the barn were thick, almost stifling.

This all changed when the bulls walked in. They were big, bulky, and honestly? Terrifying.

They walked in with confidence, eyeing the new heifers with keen, sharp eyes that told you they were more than experienced when it came to breeding.

“Alright, who’s first?”

All the heifers shivered at the authoritative tone of voice. They had never been spoken to in such a way. The farmers they’ve had in the past had always been gentle, giving their bottoms hearty slaps as they herded them into the barn.

These bulls didn’t look like they even knew what the word gentle meant. They knew how to work with an inexperienced heifer, how to breed them into submission and stuff them full of cum.

You looked on with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The bulls were definitely handsome, and despite their rough way of speaking, the way they tried their best to look a bit smaller told you that maybe they weren’t as bad as you had been told.

Before you could retreat to observe them from the back of the stall, you were shoved out into an open space, landing in the arms of one of the bulls.

“A volunteer. Cute one too.”

You yelped as your ass was groped, the bull squeezing it lightly before inspecting your face. “Little heifer, no need to be nervous. Gonna put a calf in you, alright?”

“Quite small, ain’t she?”

Another bull approached you from behind, lifting up your tail to get a better look at your fat ass. “Perfectly plump too. Got them child bearing hips… mmm…”

The feeling of a cock rubbing against your panties made your body freeze up. They both cooed at you, already able to sense your pheromones spiking. “Someone’s begging to be fucked silly, huh?”

One of the bulls traced circles over your clothed clit, laughing as you blubbered our half hearted pleas for them to let you go. “Hush, heifer. You’re soaking my hand, gotta breed that fat cunt of yours.”

Before long you were being hoisted up, a big fat cock pushing against your pussy. It was huge, and you were sure it would tear your body in two!

“Sure this little thing can take it?” another bull asked, this one playing with your clit as the other two bulls prepped your hole. “Smallest heifer in the herd I’ve seen so far…”

“She’ll take it.”

And with that, he rutted into you, stretching your fat pussy out as he bounced you on his cock. It was painful at first, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but your body was built for this. You were made to be bred by bulls, to get pregnant and produce milk and calves.

You felt your pussy gush as he fucked into you, biting into your shoulder. “That’s it, baby. Cream on my cock, lemme hear you cry out for me.”

You were passed around by the bulls, feeling so full and happy. As you were bent over and groped by another bull, you let out the prettiest of moans.

“God, that’s it, that’s a good heifer. Take my load, fuck…”

A bull took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling as another mounted and bred you thoroughly. Before you were a virgin, and now you were being fucked by so many different cocks that you could barely think.

They rolled you onto your tummy, lifting your ass into the air and eating the cum out of your pussy, wanting to give you a nice and fresh creampie and hoping their’s would be the load to impregnate your fertile womb.

All the other heifer’s watched in awe and jealousy as the bulls kept their attention on you, unable to spare a second glance to the others. You were so cute, a small, chubby little heifer that was perfect for beating calves. How the hell were they supposed to breed anyone else when you were bouncing on their cocks?

By the end of the breeding session, your belly was distended, stuffed full of cum. None of the other heifers were bred because the bulls were way too busy doting on you after they all got a turn.

Now, as your belly began to swell with a calf and your tits got heavy and full, the bulls couldn’t help but cum all over and in you. Your pretty mouth and pussy was always keeping someone’s cock nice and warm.

Drinking milk from your fat and heavy tits was the best part of their day. They had to test your milk to make sure it was high quality… and they also just wanted to suck on your nipples.

After all, you were their perfect little breeding cow. None of the other heifers compared to you, none as sweet and soft and pretty. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with the bulls.

You sat on your bed, being fed strawberries as your belly was massaged.

Maybe that older cow was wrong, because these bulls adored you with their entire heart… and you were excited to be thoroughly bred again once you gave birth.

You were a cow hybrid after all, and needed to produce lots of milk and calves. Being a breeding cow was your job…

And you were damn good at it.

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[slytherinshua]

YOU, ME, AND BULBASAUR

genre. fluff. warnings. neck kisses. gunwook is extremely cute and i'm extremely delusional and in love with him. mention that reader wears makeup and dresses. pairing. gunwook x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. no. a/n. i saw gunwook like indirectly kiss taerae's neck and it made me think of just how much of a neck kisser he would be 😭 and if you know me you know i'm a neck girl and that just made me so delusional like i'm feral rn it's not okay??? also can we talk abt how fucking cute gunwook's rosy cheeks are LIKE HES THE CUTEST EVER IM GONNA CRY.

“why are you getting all pretty? you going somewhere?” the tired husky voice of your boyfriend makes a smile start to form on your lips. gunwook had been sleeping peacefully until 2 minutes ago, hugging your pillow to his chest, still tangled under the sheets. you wished you could’ve stayed in bed with him, but you had a meeting early in the morning.

“just a work meeting. wish i could’ve slept in with you, wook.” you glanced up at him apologetically through the mirror, frowning at his sleepy pout and messy hair.

“not fair…”

“i know, baby. but i’ll be back in 2 hours and then we can cuddle.” you assured him, finishing the last touches on your makeup and hair. you turned around to face gunwook properly, ruffling his bed head as you stood up.

“can’t you just stay?” gunwook asked, following you to your closet like a lost puppy.

“it’s an important meeting…” you tried your best to stay firm and not let your boyfriend have so much affect over you. but it was hard, especially when he started planting small kisses on your neck as you sifted through your hangers to find a dress. you felt a small nip land to the dip in your shoulder and neck and you gasped.

“gunwook!” you hadn’t realized he was this clingy this morning. he didn’t stop despite your reaction, pressing a softer kiss over the spot he had nibbled. you willed yourself to not get too focused on his lips on your skin, to instead figure out what you were going to wear to your meeting. but he made it so hard to even remember why you were trying to get up in the first place.

“wouldn’t you rather just stay here? with me? and bulbasaur?” he pleaded, pressing a kiss to your neck between each word. you smiled at the mention of his bulbasaur plush that you had gotten for his birthday— he slept with it every night, opting to cuddle it when you couldn’t sleep with him.

you gripped the side of a navy blue dress, hanging on your last thread, gunwook seconds away from snapping it. was the meeting more important than your clingy boyfriend? did you actually want to spend the morning in a room with a bunch of grumpy middle-aged men when you could be cuddling with your boyfriend?

“you’re lucky you’re cute in the morning…” you sighed, dropping your hand from the dress, and your boyfriend knew he had won. you could feel his victorious smile against your neck as he pressed one last kiss behind your ear. and then he started steering you towards the bed until you both fell onto the soft mattress, him laying on top of you. he nuzzled his face in your chest and closed his eyes, completely content now that he was sure he had you for the entire morning.

you looked at his sleepy face, dark hair falling over his eyes, cheeks dotted with rosy stains, cherry lips formed into the most beautiful smile. you brushed his bangs away from his face, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hand. god, he took your breath away even when he wasn’t doing anything.

“since you made me miss my morning meeting, at least give me a kiss.” you nudged his chin with your hand, and he opened one eye to look up at you. he didn’t waste time after hearing your request, quickly picking himself up to hover over you and press his soft lips to yours. he sighed, finally being able to taste your lip gloss that he had watched you apply minutes ago. he had been tempted to steal a kiss from you then as well, but he was considerate enough to not ruin your makeup until he was sure you were his for the morning.

gunwook’s lips always felt like pure bliss against yours. the weight of his body on top of you was like a weighted blanket, and you were determined to not move from the position for at least another hour. gunwook was right, you would always much rather spend the morning with him… and bulbasaur. 

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[xuchiya]

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"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.

san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.

proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.

abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.

"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."

you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."

his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."

your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.

probably a torture for him too.

San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.

but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.

so he left his family hospital.

San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.

"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."

upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.

for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."

When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.

He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.

"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.

San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.

"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.

Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.

"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.

Or worse, staring at his firm boner.

San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"

"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.

Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."

You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.

to say the least, no one grant his calls.

"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other hand—exposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up til’ his tip hitting the back of your throat.

 You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, “f-fuck …” Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.

  You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.

 “I know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.” San’s eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.

You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, “Fu-fuck Sannie— that’s so good! Right there!”

San’s hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, “You like that? You dirty dirty girl.” San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.

“Shit shit!” You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, “I’m g-gonna cum!” San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, “Then make yourself a mess on my dick baby.” 

That it all took before you had a long string of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt San’s hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, “I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? It’s been a fantasy of mine.”

His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, “It’s cold and besides …” You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, “I don’t want you wasting what we work hard on.”

Your cheeks flared, “You must have thought of this ‘fantasy of yours for a while now eh?” San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, “Maybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.”

You whine, smacking his arms, “Stop using that term.” San’s head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, “But it’s true. I had it all planned and there’s a step by step to it … but it looks like I skipped a step.”

You look at him, pouty lips, “a lot you mean.” He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, “Okay a lot but it doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. You’re my girl.”

You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, “I’ll kiss you after our fourth date.”

“Why not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.” He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, “Okay.” He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.

[zeezelweazel]

A fluffy Leah fic for her comeback???? Maybe r being the one to give her the armband when she gets subbed on or like Leah being shy when asking r to be there during her comeback game??

Leah Williamson| Welcome Home|

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LEAH GOT AN ASSIST ON HER FIRST GAME BACK

(I also hit 1k followers 🥹 thank you so much guys)

I wrote this just to get my mind off jilly so it's short, sorry but I'm so sad rn

Finally some fluff to cleanse all the smut

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You remember the day Leah tore her ACL vividly. You were on the bench, having been subbed off just a few moments before. Nothing compares to the feeling of absolute dread that filled your entire body the moment you saw her go down. When the stretcher brought her on the sidelines Leah looked at you her eyes wide and scared and you knew.

Her recovery was long and hard but you were there. For every small step forward and every step back, for every time she was angry or frustrated or sad you were there. To hold her and brush your fingers through blonde strands of hair and whispers sweet nothings in her ear and kiss her forehead. You loved her when she didn't love herself and you kept loving her as she got stronger and stronger. You watched as she picked up different hobbies and did amazing things she never thought she'd do.

And now you watch as she gets up from the bench to warm up and your heart soars. You grin wide as you try to keep your head in the game but your body is buzzing with excitement at what's to come.

Soon enough you hear the crowd soar and you look at the bench to see Leah, smiling free and happy, ready to take your spot on the field. You didn't care about being subbed off, having done your part, so you run towards her. You carefully slipped off the captain's armband and approached her.

The loud stadium was tooned out as your whole world turned into blonde hair and blue eyes. As you reach the white line you take Leah's hand, holding it longer than necessary, and you slip the arm band on. Leah pulls you in for a quick hug and you don't waste the opportunity to place a chaste kiss on her head.

For the rest of the match your eyes are firmly locked on Leah. You watch closely as she sprints around and goes for tackles, because of course she does, and you watch as she puts in the perfect ball for beth to score. She was perfect in every way even after being gone for so long. Only your Leah would be able to do that.

You jump up from the bench to celebrate, probably too excited for a goal in a match that's already been won, and you wish you could run on the field and scoop her up in your arms.

And that's what you did. The moment the final whistle blew you made a beeline for Leah who was already looking for you. When your eyes met you recognised all those different emotions swirling in her blue irises.

You pull her in for a tight hug, Leah giggling happily as you spin her around.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did amazing."

Leah smiled at you blushing and placed her head on the safety of your shoulder. She stayed there in your arms until the team had to huddle in a circle while Jonas gave his post match celebratory speech. You squeezed Leah's shoulder from your place next to her when he talked about her injury, her recovery and the fight she had to put up to get here. Leah blinked rapidly, her head moving from the sky yo the ground as she desperately tried to fight off her tears.

You moved your hand to rub her back and Leah gave you a grateful smile even though the tears didn't leave her beautiful eyes.

"You did it baby, I couldn't be more proud."

She turned and placed a kiss on your lips, not caring about the rest of the team. You enjoyed the warm feeling of her lips on yours and the soft hands on your hips. You chuckled at the cheers and whistles of your teammates and leaned your forehead on Leah's.

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[literatureloverx]

HIII OMG IT'S BEEN A WHILE😊😊(Not really) HOW ARE YOU DOING RN??? I HOPE YOUR FEELING GOOD IF NOT I HOPE THIS MAKE YOU FEEL NICE😘😘♥️♥️

Ah imagine this with me— you reading a book peacefully while dazai lays on your lap. Him staring into you thinking about how much you make him feel so warm inside. You'd notice it after a while and ask what's up and he'll try and say something to change the subject but you'd notice yet still let him. He'd yap about some random things and you'd just nod, brushing his hair with your hand.

Orrr

You just trying to do something whether it's cooking or laundry is up to you. Then he'd come from your back and hug you tightly, whining about how you're so busy why not rest and cuddle with him? You'd patiently deny it and try to continue but he whines more, snuggling into your neck hugging you tighter. His head on your neck made you ticklish and you laugh and try to get him off but he just continue till you can't anymore

Ah imagine that🫠🫠

Oh my gosh, ANON??!! It’s so adorable! ❤️ Thank you so much for sharing this with us! ❤️

By the way, I’d love to be able to distinguish you from other Anons. Would you like to claim an emoji to use? ❤️ Everyone is welcome to do so, and it would really help me keep track of who’s who. I’d be grateful if you did! ❤️

I wrote a short scenario based on it; I hope you like it. 🩵

“My handsome baby is being so whiny…”

He smirks. It’s clearly working.

“Bella!~ You’re always cleaning up when I’m around! Am I not deserving of your affection, my glorious goddess?”

That exaggerated voice is so typical of your boyfriend; it makes you smile softly each time.

“That’s because you don’t let me stay home or anywhere else without you. You drag me wherever you go. When am I supposed to get things done? You’re not helping either—“

Oh, it’s clearly not working.

He whines loudly, making you jump. His teeth gently bite into your neck, causing you to hiss.

“You’re being so mean, doll. You know if there’s one thing I hate, it’s cleaning up.”

“No, I believe it’s work that you hate the most,” you tease.

He makes a wounded noise, emphasizing his hurt feelings. You sigh softly and turn to face your beloved boyfriend, his face pouty and soft for you.

You cup his cheeks gently, a warm smile spreading across your lips. Oh, how you love this man. His warm, chocolate-brown eyes pierce right through your heart every time he gazes at you with such desperation—it feels like both a blessing and a curse.

“Hey, don’t look so upset. I’ll give you all the affection you desire. I just wanted to finish emptying the dishwasher before resting.”

He wins. You know it, and you let him win, as you always do, and he knows that too.

“That’s why you’re mine, Bella!~”

He doesn’t wait any longer, showering you with kisses all over your face, just like you do with him every morning, making you giggle in return.

Soon enough, his warm lips find yours.

All his. Indeed.

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[from-izzy]

[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold. 

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue. 

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder. 

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment. 

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all. 

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem." 

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries. 

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now. 

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?” 

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame. 

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness. 

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night. 

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.” 

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot. 

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room. 

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own. 

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer. 

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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[amialunatic]

Heyyy! I’d love to see some dom!sam head canons, or maybe an nsfw alphabet if you’re interested in writing one!

ok I know this is late but I was just a tad nervous about actually writing hehe.

This is my first writing in general. So yeah, idk how good it is, but I hope you enjoy it !!

NSFW Alphabets

Sam Winchester (Season 1-6. With the exception of demon blood, and soulless Sam)

If anyone likes any of the particular scenarios, give me a request. I could write more about them.

Words: 1k

Warning: nsfw. Minors DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Normally, very sweet. Cuddling you, gently caressing you where he was rough with you. Brushing the marks he left on you, treating you like a precious jewel. (I plan to write another one for soul-less Sam because I need more exposure to him. I'm in S6 rn)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everywhere, but somehow it feels like Sam would love your neck. Gently nipping with his teeth, drawing out your gasps. He is very modest, so he doesn’t admit to having any favorite body parts of his. (Mine is his back and chest though, omfg I die)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you (protected of course), even though he is scared of having kids and a family, thus passing down his toxic family dynamics, he secretly loves the idea of breeding you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sometimes hates that he loves pain. It makes him feel like the devil he believes he is. So he tries to keep that side inside himself. Sometimes, you can push past his limits and set free the untamed Sam and that ends up being the most mind-blowing experience you have had. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows enough and guides you through it gently. Rough actions, gentle words.  

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Different moods, different positions. We know the man has different personalities. If he is feeling soft, you straddling and riding him with intense eye contact. If he is feeling more rage-y, from behind. OR with your legs on his shoulder, deep and intense yet extremely personal. He can see you underneath him, your eyes pleading and barely open with all the pleasure you’re in. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh no. He is serious. A lot of teasing, but not goofy. It’s more condescending like, “oh you like it? I thought you were above this. I thought you didn’t want this. Your body says otherwise sweetheart. “

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah he is groomed. Clean and trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate. Romantic, but not sweet. But he knows you like it like that. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he is alone during hunts and misses you, he imagines you. If he is able to, he calls you. If not, he gets himself off in the shower, cascaded in warm water, eyes closed, imagining your body and your pleading and needy voice. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage- The man loves this. You under his control. 

Voyeurism- He gets off from watching you in pleasure. Either self masturbation or toys, whatever it is, he loves the moans and gasps and his name emerging from your lips as you tip off the high. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed for sure. Kitchen counter. Shower. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sounds, and your eyes. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you. You guys can be rough which is why you have a safe word. He retreats and becomes his gentle self if he hears so much as a whisper of that word. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to give. But he loves to receive too. Both are intense. When he is eating you out, nothing can stop him. He is fully into it, determined to draw out the most sinful moans from you. He doesn't stop until you’re a shaking stammering mess underneath him. 

And when he is receiving, he has to hold himself back from slamming too hard. He runs his fingers across your full cheek and stretched lips slowly coaxing you gently to relax. “It’s okay baby, open up. I know you can take it. You look so beautiful, those lips wrapped around me taking me so well.“

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Switching between both. One minute he is slow and sensual and slowly dragging his cock inside you. The next moment, he can’t resist himself from slamming hard as he hears your gasps. Tries not to be rough, but sometimes the restricted rage and force slip through and he can’t control it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. He likes it to be detailed and loves to take his time breaking you down to your bare bones until you’re nothing but blissfully fucked out. But he also lets you ride his thighs when you’re needy, even if he is working. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah if you want to. Personally, he likes it traditional, he never gets bored of the basics with you. But if you propose something, he will try it out to please you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Extreme stamina. Believe me, this man can keep going as long as you need him to. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He loves indulging you. If you like toys, he buys you toys. Secretly he likes to see you overstimulated and he is just watching from across the room, enjoying your pleasure like his. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you but is very kind. Begging from you, one sincere plea and he will let you cum. But you liked to be teased and so he does it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not really loud. Grunts and low groans are the things you get. Heavy breaths and strings of curses when he is drawing out his and your orgasms so that you can release from the high slowly. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is not super horny. But when he is, you are done for. You probably would need to rest a couple of hours to recover from it. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Not that quick. He carries you and gets into the shower, slowly washing away the remains and calming you down. Then gives you something to eat before sleeping.

[the-newlymadeweeb]

Sacrifice [part 2]

Pairing: Luke castellan x female!reader

Description: a prequel to Sacrifice pt. 1, you held up the sky for long and Luke could see the toll it was taking so he goes ahead luring Annabeth to take your place, after all he's just trying to take care of you.

A/N: when I wrote Sacrifice, I did it in fifteen minutes nto thinking much of it. But I like the concept of it ngl. In all fairness, angst is like my thing and writing angsty toxic Luke is my fav rn.

Sacrifice pt 1:

Luke's shoulders ached, his back felt almost crooked from the weight of the sky. He felt a twinge of sympathy for Annabeth but right now she was the lesser of his concerns.

The woman at the forefront of his mind being you.

You who swung from consciousness to unconsciousness for the last three days; the strength from your body sapped out and a constant pain ripping through you. Your wrists were wrapped up in bandages to support them and the large expanse of bruises on your shoulders were being iced.

The nectar and ambrosia he was taking to you felt like a meagre offering, a minimal solution.

This whole ploy was a sheer debacle. He could've lost you.

Everything was taking too much time. Anyway, it didn't matter now.

You were out of immediate danger, he could take care of you. Just like he always swore to. He'd show you how much he cared, that you still mattered and ha had it all under control and all the doubts he knew you were beginning to have weren't necessary.

Your hair had greyed significantly, more than his had; though that was to be expected with how much more time you had spent in Atlas' position.

He sidled up to your sleeping figure, sheltered away from the eyes of titans and soldiers– protected; and reached out to caress your face, over the course of these days, he had developed a small routine now.

First, he picked up the washcloth and basin that a son of Asclepius who was in charge of handling injuries had dutifully kept. He could tend to your wounds and the other demigods, but you were still under Luke's care. Always.

Cleaning up your face first, before gently wiping down your arms, mindful of the supporting bandages and then wiping your knees, down your shins and the arch of your feet.

It felt good, being able to do something for you. After which he'd try to rouse you in a partial wakefulness as he helped you sip the divine nectar, watching the magic liquid give you some strength.

For a little while, Luke had been worried. For all your amazing traits, he believed you to be more simple-minded; in your mind, you were the first that should be sacrificed because of your dedication and devotion towards your loved ones. Now, he never thought of your loyalty to be mindless like a dog's but he always believed that it would be his.

But then after the whole Golden Fleece interaction with Percy and company, you had gotten quiet, secretive almost. Like you were deliberating helping the son of Poseidon. And he had had a sinking feeling that Kronos might order him to get rid of you, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to do that.

"Are you hiding something from me?" He'd asked one evening, quiet and sudden.

Your gaze remained unwavered as you stepped closer to him.

"No."

"You having doubts?"

"About survival?" You laughed, "I've known about the extreme likelihood of dying for a very long time." A thrilling shiver ran down his spine as you grabbed his chin.

"And still Luke, I'm here, by your side. I'm not having any doubts."

And a few days later you went and held up the sky and now he wondered if it was some unrequired act of fielty.

He brushed your grey hair back, untangling a few knots and wished your face didn't look so disturbed and in agony in sleep as it did while you were awake.

"Luke?" You mumbled.

"Yes love."

"What– how am I here?" A sudden fit of discomfort and confusion setting upon you as you forced your eyes open and tried to sit up, still half asleep but nevertheless trying to stay alert– a default demigod setting, "who's– Atlas–"

"Shh," He whispered, attempting to be soothing. Take care of you. His job. "Annabeth's got it in control."

"Anna– no!" You shoot up, weak and disoriented, "not– Luke, Luke you promised– No!"

"Shh, calm down, please," He catches your shoulder and nudges you to lie back but you remain restless and oh gods he loves you and can't lie to you but you need to remain still or you'll get hurt more.

"You promised–"

Their medic is swift in appearing with an anaesthetic type medication and they put you out succinctly, without the chance of waking for a long while.

"I know you didn't want it to go like this, my love. But I will sacrifice hundreds to keep you safe."

His heart feels heavy and he kisses your brow and cheek.

If Annabeth, Thalia or Percy or anyone is the option opposite you, he'll kill them all. You, his devoted darling, his own nectar. The repercussions always seem so inconsequential when up against you, taking care of you.

His beloved.

************

[junicult]

note ; it’s just so easy to blurb abt harvey rn even though i wish i could respond to asks. studying for finals & i have sm work that’s why i’ve been a little slow recently 😓

just thinking about harvey, ever the gentleman, meeting your parents for the first time.

despite him being the sweetest, probably the best kind of man that your parents would want you to end up with—he’s never been anxious like this. or at least, it’s been a long time.

you dropped the bomb on him in the middle of a very peaceful evening. he had a nice day at work, he’s spending an even better night with you—yet the news suddenly threw a wrench into his serenity.

it’s like you forgot the kind of man you’re dating. while in the back of his mind he’s eager to meet the people he knows are going to be his in-laws someday—it’s the same reason why he’s frightened to meet them.

first impressions are everything, so for the next week he’s going to be asking you questions about things you hardly even know.

what’s your mom’s favorite meal? what does your dad do for a living? what kind of people are your parents? do you think they’ll like him?

“well considering my mom asks about you all the time, yeah, i think they’ll like you.” you giggle, watching his features soften despite his stiff shoulders.

and when it’s the day your parents are set to come into town, it really has been a long time since he’s felt this sweaty.

you haven’t seen him this anxious in so long. it’s endearing how important it is to him.

while he always dresses well, he made a little extra effort today. button up tucked into his slacks, his tie around his neck sitting neater then usual, his hair combed. he sits at the kitchen table bouncing his knee anxiously, looking off into space in deep thought you know is eating him alive.

you, however, sit in your cleaner work clothes, hair like always, maybe a couple extra pieces of jewelry on.

you’ve done your best trying to ease his worries, but even you know there’s nothing that’ll convince him from the worst. there’s no amount of, “honey, they’re going to love you. i promise,” that’ll calm his nerves.

and even though when you brush a couple of his stray hairs behind his ear, leaning down to kiss his forehead, reassuring him once more—he still feels his heart drop to his stomach when he hears the couple knocks on the door.

you greet them warmly, just as a daughter who hasn’t seen her parents in months would. he stands back, wondering what the hell he should be doing with his hands, and if he’s smiling correctly.

when you turn to him, introducing him as your boyfriend, he’s too distracted to notice the look of reassurance you shoot him. sliding your hand across his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder for a moment while he reaches out to introduce himself.

he shakes your parents hands with a warm smile, praying to yoba they don’t notice how clammy they are.

the entirety of the evening is spent with the majority of you catching up with your parents, asking about other family members and hearing about their lives. you carry the conversation significantly—but when it becomes time for your parents to begin asking him questions, you allow him to speak.

he’s good with conversation, so ignoring the fact that these are the people that raised the love of his life—he can manage his sentences without a single stutter.

and when he’s able to make your father laugh, you can practically see the weight lift off his shoulders.

it’s midway through the evening when you come back inside after giving your parents a tour, he stayed in to make you all dinner. you had a moment to come up to him while your parents were off in some other room, wrapping your arms around his waist and peeking over his shoulder.

“how are you doing?” you hum, fixing your gaze on his when he turns to look at you.

“much better.” he chuckles, stirring up the contents in the pot. “how’d they like the farm?”

you giggle. “they love it. my dad got all sentimental about it,” he doesn’t miss the fondness laced in your voice. “guess what?”

he shoots a glance over your head, before humming, “what?”

you squeeze his torso a little tighter. “my mom just told me she loves you. probably more then me, actually.” you tease, leaning over to see his cheeks darken and his lips purse into a smile. “my dad, too. in fact, he said you’re a good man.”

your voice drops an octave to mimic your fathers tone, making him exhale out a laugh through his nose.

though, hearing that made the smile on his cheeks hardly budge for the rest of the evening.

he’s beyond glad his impression made your parents feel that way, even more so because it only indulges his thoughts of your future. and while he could’ve shit his pants when your father pulled him aside after dinner, humming one last greeting, even going as far as to saying, “thank you for treating my daughter so well, she speaks very highly of you,” it makes his heart ache.

hearing your father’s approval, affirming your love of him in the same sentence—well, he almost collapsed.

feeling so nervous for days—really months because he knew he had to meet them at some point—and hearing that was like the deepest breath of fresh air he’s ever received.

so what he’s been in past relationships, maybe their parents liked him as well. none of that mattered, though. because this is the one that really counts. this is the family he wants to be acquainted with the rest of his life.

you’re the one that’s bringing these people into his life.

and really, he should be the one thanking them.

because without them, you’d have never stumbled into his life. and without you, he truly wouldn’t believe in this future.

[frownyalfred]

hi!

thinking of superbat hours in my brain today and i'm on the topic of secret relationship superbat, because this is the most comedic-potential and angst-potential iteration for them. but i'm thinking of comedic potential version rn

(also side note - when you made a post on the kissing for immunity thing you said that you were ignoring the angsty implications (or smth like that about angst) and i genuinely cannot comprehend anything being angsty in that scenario??? what were you thinking of for that)

anyway, back to my thing. i'm thinking maybe clark speeds over to gotham at night sometimes to sleep with (both euphisimistically & not, bcs bruce needs all the sleep he can get and clark being the only one to be able to keep him safe while he sleeps is my jam), and leaves in the morning before anyone knows (ofc, alfred knows and idk if superbat would know alfred knows, but he would approve).

one morning, after clark's left, bruce wakes up sick - feverish, sore, headachy, nauseous, tired, the whole gamut - and being the idiot he is he simply. goes about his day. maybe he takes some tylenol or something but he definitely isn't a good example of what to do when unwell. and he almost goes out for patrol, with damian, but his heart rate spikes dangerously while he's suiting up and clark hears this (he is very attuned to bruce's heart even from cities away) and his Bruce Is Being Stupid Again senses go up (it's the spidey sense but bruce) and he speeds there immediately.

he finds bruce about to put on his gloves and cowl and is like "no, absolutely not" and stops bruce, who ofc gets annoyed and says smth like "no metas in gotham" and clark, trying to get him to stop, v tenderly brushes his hair out of his face and gently holds him and coaxes him into sitting down and resting, "babe, no, please"-ing him out of costume into regular human clothes, and giving him kisses (for immunity of course!) and calming bruce down.

he's going to drop bruce back to his/their bedroom when he realises that damian's seen them kiss so he thinks "oh, shit" but damian's more concerned for his seemingly-infallible dad being so sick. the next morning alfred wakes clark up for breakfast and thanks him for keeping bruce safe in a way alfred has never been able to. dadfred supremacy (dilf).

have a great friday today! idk if you work weekends but if you don't - have a good time off! if you do, have an easy day at work :)

oh I loved this!! thank you for sending it. as for the angsty microbiome post. I was thinking more about ways that having an alien microbe inside of you could make Bruce sick, or cause irreparable damage from an immune response. Or maybe change Bruce into some sort of Kryptonian/Human hybrid, but not a stable one. Or simply give him abilities or longevity that would change him beyond his comfort level.

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Era of Kings

vampire!viserys iii x vampire!twin!sister!reader

Summary: Viserys thinks he’s found an answer to win him the Iron Throne. He takes you across Essos to an unlikely city to find what he seeks. 

Warnings: 18+ viserys iii has dialogue and when that man opens his mouth 🫣, threats, blood, death(not mc), time skips, bathing, loss of virginity, oral(f), p in v

Authors Note: mans gets put in his place fr 🤗 literally asked my friend to give me a hotd man to write a vampire ff thinking he was going to tell me maegor but instead we got viserys iii - we still may get a vampire!maegor too like idk just something about him bathing in the blood of his enemies while drinking a chalice of blood 🧎🏼‍♀️ n e ways it’s halloween time and i wanted a vampire ff so this is what i got for rn :) 

Word Count: 7.5k idk sry

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I clench my jaw shut as I’m tugged out of the red door as he seals Dany inside. I hate that he’s having us leave her behind while we travel across Essos. I tried to ask him many times if we could just bring her with and his only response was to not anger him. I left her whatever coin I had left and promised her I would return. I’ve always tried to protect her from our brother but when he gets in his moods no one is safe. 

“Viserys-“ 

“I’ll hear no more of Dany on this trip.” he cuts me off waving his hand. He lifts me up onto a large black stallion and takes his place behind me, trapping me between his arms. “If I do hear another word, I’ll throw you off this horse and leave you.” he whispers in my ear. 

“Must you always be so mean, brother?” I murmur. 

“You know I would never.” his voice is unusually soft. “You’re to be my wife soon and rule over the seven kingdoms with me.” his words make my heart beat faster. He’s talked about wedding me for years and he says after he gets what he’s seeking he’ll have me after. 

“You’ve been saying that for-“ 

“Do you think I will not rule? Do you think I will not be king?” his voice is back to having its bite. 

“I know you will rule.” I keep my voice docile as I nod my head. I don’t know what we’re traveling to seek but I know it will change everything. 

“I wish Dany could understand like you do.” he sighs brushing my hair back. 

“She’s just a child, Viserys.” he pulls my hair at my words.

“Then she should heed my words.” I simply nod my head knowing fighting with him will get me nowhere.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask for a larger company to attend to us on our travels.” I hum trying not to think about the sun beating against my face. The only other companions we have are two white mares carrying packs with supplies. 

“Illyrio said that I need to prove myself on this journey or I won’t be able to have what I seek.” he starts to slowly braid my hair allowing my neck to feel the soft breeze. He’ll never let anyone see this side of him. Not even our younger sister. He’s always so harsh and strict. 

“Do you wish for me to braid your hair as well?” I turn back to look at him and he shakes his head. 

“No, sweet sister. I’ll be fine.” he places a kiss on the back of my neck and we keep looking at the endless sea of grasses and sand.

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First Week of Travel

There’s been no reprieve of shade or even a breeze in the past two days. My thighs are aching from the constant riding and the sheer fabric of my dress is sticking to my skin. Viserys only allows us to stop at night for a couple of hours before we’re back on the horse. I don’t know if it’s heat sickness but I think I can see a city on the horizon and I will do anything to get us to stop there. 

“My brother,” my voice is scratchy and dry from the heat. “My king, please.” I turn to Viserys. “Please can we stop in the city. Just for the night.” I hear him sigh from behind me. “Please Viserys, please.” if I had more water in my body I would surely be crying at this point. 

“Hush now, there’s no need to get so worked up. We have to get more supplies and we can stay for one night. That’s it.” he rubs my back in an attempt to soothe me but all it does is make me hotter. 

“Thank you.” my voice cracks as the city starts to come closer to us. The sands know how to play mind games. The city which should’ve only been thirty minutes away was actually three hours of travel. My legs have been screaming at me and the moment Viserys helps me off the horse I collapse to the ground. 

“Get up. People are staring and you’re embarrassing me.” he hauls me up by my arm and I lean on him for support. “Gods must I do everything for you?” he grits out through his teeth. 

“I’m sorry.” I look up to him with defeated eyes. He leads us and our horses to the nearest inn and ties them up outside before starting towards the door with a remark of saying he should tie me up outside with them. At this point any place I can lay down will be like the soft embrace of our mother. He gets us a room and brings us up the stairs before pushing the old wooden door open. 

“Then go lay down while I go get us supplies.” I know I should go with him but my legs won’t allow it. I collapse on the bed and I hear him scoff as he sets some bags down. “I don’t even know why I brought you with.” he slams the door behind him and I pay no mind to his hurtful words. I sit up on the bed long enough to remove my dress from my still heated skin and collapse back onto the bed and allow sleep to take me for however long Viserys will allow. 

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“Wake up.” I jolt awake by Viserys’ harsh tone. “You couldn’t even unpack a bit before you just went to bed? While you slept I was out collecting supplies for us.” I wipe my eyes trying to wake up but my body is begging to lay back down. “Are you even listening?” he storms over to me on the bed. 

“I’m sorry, Viserys. I’m just so tired.” my eyes are focused on the cup of water in his hands. 

“Is this what you want?” he taunts shaking the cup in front of me and I look up to him pleading. 

“Please,” my voice cracks as I reach out for the cup. 

“What have you done to deserve this? Hm?” he tilts my chin up to him. 

“My king,” using his preferred title has always softened him. “Please, I beg.” my chest heaves just wanting a sip. 

“What kind of king would I be if I didn’t give my queen what she wanted?” his smile is serpentine as he puts the cup into my outstretched hands. “After you’re done, put your dress back on. It’s indecent, anyone could walk in.” he looks around the grungy room unimpressed. “Men here would just take you and not care about your protests and I won’t have a sullied bride.” I ignore his words and drink the water down. 

I nod my head at him and set the empty cup on the rickety table. I pull the sheer fabric back over my body and start to walk over to the bags he left. I don’t see why I must unpack if we’re leaving on the morrow but I’m not interested in facing his wrath. He watches me set out a fresh pair of clothes for him to change into in the morning and I begin to try and make the room to his liking as he sits on a chair and watches me. I look around and let out a small sigh that I’ve done all I could and make my way back to the bed. I fall back wishing the fabric wasn’t again sticking to my skin but I don’t want to anger him. 

“What are you so upset about now?” he shakes his head watching me as he sets out bread and cheese. 

“I’m so hot, Viserys.” I turn on my side to look at him. 

“We are the blood of the dragon. The heat shouldn’t bother you.” his eyes linger on my body before looking at my eyes. “Do you just want to flaunt yourself in front of me, is that it?” his lilac eyes darken as a smirk forms on his lips. 

“No, I would never.” I shake my head sitting up. “I didn’t mean-“ 

“Enough,” he waves his hand at me. “Come eat and then we’ll go to bed. We’re leaving at first light.” I sulk out of the bed and come sit at the small table with him. We eat in silence and pretend we don’t hear each other's stomachs roaring. The bread and cheese are quickly gone and he’s pulling me to the bed and I’m thankful for the reprieve of sleep. 

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Third Week of Travel 

The insides of my thighs hurt so terribly I cry myself to sleep most nights. Viserys turns his back to me under the stars and I try to cover my mouth so he doesn’t hear me. I dread the sunrise everyday. When the sun rises so does his temper as he sets me back on the horse and ignores my pleas of us taking another day of rest. 

“If you keep up this crying I’ll have you walk behind the horses.” he turns my head to look at him. “You think your legs hurt now sister, it can be so much worse.” a muffled sob leaves my lips and he stops the horse. He dismounts and holds his hands out for me. 

“Viserys, please.” I shake my head trying to steady my voice. 

“Get off. Now.” he pulls me down and I fall into his arms. 

“I’ll be quiet.” I look up to him pleading. “I’m sorry, Viserys. Please.” I jut my lip out and hold on to his arms. 

“Go get the blanket. We will rest for the rest of the day.” I pull him into a hug and he pulls my arms off. “Go before I change my mind.” 

“Thank you, my king.” I place a kiss on his cheek. I run and grab the supplies off our mares and he begins to erect our makeshift tent. It’s small and flimsy but it shades us from the sun. I crawl into the shade and spread our blanket down. I lay back on it and sigh with a smile. 

“And I’m sure you want for water and food and to take your dress off..” he trails off, tossing a skin of water and some dried meat into the tent. He crawls in through the flaps and starts to lift off my dress. I lay back once I’m bare and freed from the sticky fabric. “You’re absolutely indecent.” his fingers dance up my side making me squirm. 

“I’m sorry.” my words breathy. 

“Are you?” he leans over and brings the water skin to my lips. His moods change so quickly and as of late it’s been even worse. I just let them run their course and hope for the best. The water trickles down my neck and he chuckles, setting the water skin aside. He brings the meat to my mouth and begins to feed me and I chew slowly watching him. “Do you like when your king dotes on you?” he brings another piece of meat to my lips and I nod. 

“I do. Thank you, my king.” I hum looking up at him. 

“Shall I fan you off? You’re still so flushed.” he smirks as his fingers trail across my heated skin. 

“Viserys,” I whine squirming under his touch. 

“You tempt me every night.” his words low as his eyes devour my body. “In the middle of the night you press yourself against me.” he hovers above me. “You let out the softest whimpers and pleas.” he groans as his hand brushes under my breast.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be quiet.” my chest heaves as his fingers continue to dance along my skin. His hand engulfs my breast and his deft fingers roll my nipple pulling a whine from me. 

“You can’t even be quiet when you’re awake.” his voice taunting as he continues to pinch and tease my hardened peak. He releases my nipple and trails down my navel and I shut my thighs quickly. “Not yet, sweet sister.” he hums rolling off of me. “Get some rest. I want to be back on the road before dawn.” he grabs the water and meat for himself and starts to eat while I drift off. 

I turn my back to him and shut my eyes dreaming of our feather bed back in Pentos. The abundance of food and water we had. The servants who would fan us off or let us sit in a chilled pool when we got too hot. I try not to think of Dany or I'll get too sad. I’m thankful she’s not with us because this is no easy journey and our guide is no easy companion. 

“How long until we’re there?” I sigh, keeping my eyes closed. 

“If you don’t keep making us stop every other day then we can be there by the end of the week.” his words clipped. 

“I’m sorry.” I mumble before cuddling more into the blanket. 

“I’m sure you’ll have us stop again anyways.” I can feel his eyes on my back as I keep it turned to him. His words are harsh but his touch is soft and he gently kneads his fingers into my muscles. “Go to sleep.” he hums as he continues to massage me as I drift off. 

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Arrival in Valyria 

I look upon the ruined city of our ancestors and gape. I would give anything to have seen this in all its glory before the doom. I’ve heard all sorts of stories of why no one can travel here but Viserys has uncovered the truth for us. As we make our way to the heart of the city I start to see things out of the corner of my eye and turn my head quickly. 

“Stop jumping so much.” he scolds and I mutter out an apology. I crane my neck looking at the crumbling stone in complete awe of the architecture. I hear fast approaching steps and turn my head but no one is there. “What did I say?” he whispers into my ear and my spine goes straight as we approach the building. I can feel eyes watching us but make no attempt to try and find the owner of those eyes. He jumps off the horse and helps me down. We walk up the ruined steps hand in hand and as we go to push open the doors they groan open on their own. Viserys looks in and doesn’t see anyone and turns to me. 

“How strange.” he shrugs, pulling me along with him.  

“Viserys, I’m scared.” I whisper looking up at the great ceiling. 

“There's no need to be afraid, child.” my spine straightens at the voice in high valyrian. 

“Show yourself and bring to me what is owed to me.” Viserys’ voice echoes throughout the hall. 

“Viserys-“

“What is owed to you?” the voice laughs. “Tell me your name.” it demands. 

“Viserys, third of his name, rightful-“ 

“No, not you. Her.” I see a silhouette whisk in front of the giant stone hearth. I offer my name barely above a whisper. 

“Never mind her. I’m the one who has traveled all this way for you. She is merely here for my pleasure.” he walks up to the ghostly woman in front of the flame. 

“Viserys, wait.” he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him. 

 “Both of you kneel.” I kneel down on the stone that licks through the fabric of my dress. I keep my head down and steal glances at Viserys who is squinting trying to figure out who stands before us. “Are you ready?” I see the bare feet in front of us and I go completely still. 

“Oh yes,” I see Viserys tilt his head up and I look over to him in horror. 

“The era of kings has passed, we now enter the era of queens.” the voice caresses my ears and before I know it she breaks a vial over my mouth and its contents spill down my throat. 

“What have you done?” Viserys shouts into the now empty hall. The person before us has disappeared and I feel.. I feel. I can’t explain it. “Get up.” Viserys drags me up from the floor and looks at me. 

“Come to me, my child.” I jump as the voice speaks directly into my mind. 

“He won’t let me.” I shake my head as Viserys looks at me like I’ve gone mad and maybe I have.

“You’re faster than he is now. Run up the stairs and come through the third door on your left.” she instructs me. 

“I don’t want him to be harmed in my absence.” the voice chuckles in my mind and goes silent. I open my mouth to say something to Viserys but the smell of him floods my senses and I feel my gums splitting open. 

“Come upstairs or you’ll be the one to harm your brother.” I feel the tears start to pour over my face as my mind races. 

“Viserys, I’m so scared.” I step back from him as he stares at me in a trance. “Viserys?” he just stares at me so I dash up the stairs. I shake my head trying to figure out how I got to this door so quickly. It creaks open and I look inside before entering. 

“You’re safe, my child.” the voice doesn’t offer me any semblance of comfort but I’m thankful it’s out loud and not in my head. “Ask the questions floating around your head.” the woman comes out of the shadows. 

“Am I going to die?” she brushes her silver hair over her shoulders as she chuckles and I’m rendered speechless at her beauty. 

“You will never have to fear death again.” she hums lounging across a chaise. 

“What happened to my teeth?” she chuckles and points to the mirror. I’m in front of the cloudy glass the next second. I open my mouth as gasp when I see the two fangs jutting out of my gum line. I look over my features and see that they’re more defined and prominent. I turn back to her and she’s smiling. “I’m..” I grab my throat. 

“Mm, I almost forgot.” she claps her hands twice and another like her comes out with a young man in tow. “Have a taste.” she gestures to the man and the other person lingers by the door watching. 

“How?” I look at the woman with worry. She’s next to the stunned boy and tilting his head to the side bearing his neck. She nods to me as her fangs press out and she sinks them into his neck. She releases him just as fast as she bit him and gestures for me to come. 

“You can kill him if you wish. You don’t have to stop.” I’m taken aback by her words but I ignore them unlike my thirst. I press my teeth into his sink and the second his blood hits my tongue I’m lost. The boy goes limp in my arms as I continue to drain him. I pull back panting heavily as I watch him collapse to the ground. “Feeling better?” she smiles at me. 

“Who are you?” I ask tilting my head. 

“No one of importance.” she waves me off. “Ask your other questions so we can return to your brother.” Viserys. He completely slipped my mind. 

“I didn’t want this. My brother did.” I shake my head stepping back from her suddenly too aware of the blood dripping down my neck. “Can I share this gift with him and my sister?” I look to her hopeful. 

“You can, but I’d suggest making your brother prove himself first.” she hums with a slight frown. “All he needs is your blood and for you to will it so.” I'm relieved that there’s a way for me to keep them safe and with me forever. 

“So we can’t die?” I watch her walk over to me. 

“You can, but no one knows how.” she links her arm with mine and we begin to walk down the hall. As we descend the steps it’s like I’m in a brand new hall as I take in all the detail I missed before. I sigh in relief when I spot Viserys in the same spot I left him, unharmed. 

“There’s another gift that you received. It’s mainly used in the common tongue to help settle your meal, but can be used whenever you deem fit.” she smiles wickedly. “Come, Viserys.” he walks over to us as we get off the last step. 

“You speak the common tongue?” I furrow my brows. 

“Of course, child.” she laughs, throwing her head back. “But we’re in our homeland, why would we speak the tongue of those lesser than us?” 

“Can this other gift be used on people like us?” I tilt my head. 

“Only by the person who made you.” my anxiety spikes at her words. “Worry not. I never leave this place and have no intention to do so or use it against you.” she offers me the first reassuring smile I’ve had in years. “It takes a little more strength to get it across but you can.” she nods at my brother before us.

“Did you make him stay down here? Why is he like this?” his silence is deafening. I’m waiting for him to yell, to throw something, or to drag me out of here. 

“I did. Try to undo it.” she smiles while watching me. 

“Break free of her words brother.” he has the same look on his face and I frown. 

“Try again.” she nods at me. 

“Viserys, please hear me.” my voice threatens to break. “Break free of her words.” I plead and his face instantly crumples. 

“How dare you take what is mine?” his eyes narrow on me. 

“I didn’t.” I shake my head stepping back. The woman next to me watches us with an amused expression. 

“After all I’ve done for you?” he slowly starts to walk towards me and I stay where I am finally realizing I have the upper hand. 

“And I have done a lot for you.” he offers me a wicked smile. 

“Is that so?” he tilts his head studying me. 

“I’ll be around,” the woman sighs as if she’s bored. “There’s some more food for you out in the back stables.” she offers me a nod and disappears. 

“How does it feel then?” he stalks around me and I feel his gaze on every inch of me. 

“Intense, overwhelming, freeing,” I shake my head trying to pick the most prominent emotion. “Powerful.” I nod. 

“Will you change me, sweet sister?” he stands in front of me once more and I purse my lips studying him. 

“We can discuss it.” I reply feigning a yawn. “For now I’d like to rest. It’s been a long journey.” I start down a hall and hear him trailing behind me. 

“You want to rest here?” he looks at the castle that is slowly being reclaimed by the elements. 

“I’m sure there’s a feather bed that’s not in use.” I crack open the first set of doors and find the kitchen. I shut the doors with a groan. “Do you know of the being that I am?” I glance over my shoulder at Viserys. 

“I know everything there is to know.” I hear his heartbeat accelerate and scrunch my brows. 

“Liar.” I fully turn toward him. I study his face as his heart races. I glance at his neck listening to his blood flow. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” his voice wavers and I think this might be the first time I’ve seen him frightened. 

“Not even just a taste?” my nose is against his neck before his next breath. I should be embarrassed at being so crass but I can’t help it. The smell of him and how fast his heart is beating pull me in. 

“Let’s go find you a bed.” he nods at me pulling out of my reach. “I could even go fetch some of your food.” he offers and I smile revealing my fangs. 

“I would like that very much.” I hum and turn to continue on my search. Viserys finds me suitable chambers with a large dusty featherbed that he’s been spending the past ten minutes cleaning off for me. I look around and see that everything has been left untouched since it was abandoned. I make my way over to the window to look upon the bones of the once great city that have been left. 

“I wish to try something.” I hum and turn to him. 

“What?” he stands up quickly. 

“Come here.” he walks over to me instantly and his brows furrow. “Back to the bed.” I lift my chin and watch him walk back. 

“What is this?” his anger makes a slight breakthrough. 

“Come back over here.” I softly smile. 

“Enough of this.” he says through his teeth. “I will-“ 

“Kneel.” he goes to his knees before me. 

“Sister.” his tone is bold for his position. I dip down and cup his cheeks and look him in the eyes. 

“I want you to know that even if I do change you I will still be able to do that, because I made you. You will never hold that kind of power over me again.” his heart skips. 

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One Week Later

I was thankful to see that our horses were well cared for and are ready to make the journey. She was kind enough to have a covered carriage repaired for us and has our horses linked up to it. I gathered more information from our host and she told me I will always be welcome back. She was kind enough to offer me a couple skins of blood until I could make it to the next city. I watch as Viserys packs our bags and supplies. Once he’s done he helps me in and closes the door behind himself and sits with his back to me as he holds the reins and the carriage jumps into action. 

“Are you nervous to leave?” he turns back to me as we trail through the city. 

“No. I want to see what it’s like out there now.” I feel such a sense of safety knowing I’m no longer the prey.

“Do you think you’ll change me?” I watch his hands tighten on the reins. 

“We can discuss it on the road.” I smile to myself hearing him groan. Leaving the city is completely different than I thought it would be. “I’m thankful we have shade on the journey back.” I sigh lounging back in the seat watching as we pass through the last of the stone gates.

“Let me know when you need to stop and refill your skins.” he looks over his shoulder. 

“Do you think I look different, brother?” he hooks the reins to the carriage and turns to me with a smile. 

“What do you mean?” he tilts his head letting his eyes trail over me the same as they always have. 

“Do you think Dany will be able to tell?” I nibble on my lip. 

“If she does, we can just blame it on the journey.” he reaches across and cups my cheek. “Sister you were beautiful before but now.. Gods.” his voice soft as he shakes his head. 

“Viserys..” I watch him study every inch of me. 

“That woman was right saying we were in the era of queens.” his eyes find mine. “Everyone who sees you will bow to you.” I have no idea what’s gotten into him. Maybe he’s genuinely scared of me now or is just doing everything he can to make me want to change him. 

“You’re never this soft with me.” I search his eyes. 

“Do not start with that.” he waves me off. “I was always the kindest to you.” a laugh bubbles out of my mouth at his words. 

“On the journey here you threatened me at least ten times a day.” he winces as my voice raises. 

“I will make up for it. I promise.” he nods his head. 

“Trust that you will.” I hum and settle back into my seat. 

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First Week of Travel

I smile as our carriage comes to a stop outside a cities walls. I slowly stretch out as Viserys starts to take some of our bags out. He opens the door for me and offers me his hand as I step out. He’s been uncharacteristically polite over the past week and I know it’s because he wants me to change him sooner rather than later. I like the idea of making him wait but I’m selfish enough to want to look at his beauty forever. 

“Your friend didn’t happen to give you any coin, did she?” he whispers in my ear and I chuckle. 

“We won’t need coin anymore.” I pull him in the direction of a nice inn. As we step through the front door we’re greeted by smells of hot food and ale. I walk us up to the innkeeper and offer him a simpering smile. 

“What are you doing?” I brush off Viserys words. 

“We require the best room you have. Along with a hot meal and clean water to bathe.” the innkeeper looks us up and down and clears his throat. 

“And how are you paying for this?” his voice weathered from too many years. 

“We are your honored guests for the night. We won’t be paying for anything.” I keep my voice steady hoping this will work or we’re going to be kicked out of this city. 

“Of course.” the man nods his head and calls a small child over. “Take them to the room at the top of the stairs and see to it that all their needs are met.” the boy furrows his brows. 

“Aren’t you staying in that room already?” the child tilts his head. 

“Not tonight. Freshen up the room for our honored guests.” he smiles at me and Viserys. 

“Thank you.” I hum. 

“No, thank you.” he offers us to sit at a table and dine while our room is prepared. I pick at the food on the plate and push it around so it looks like I’m eating but I’m looking around trying to find an unsuspecting victim. 

“Your room is ready and the bath is currently being filled.” the boy comes up to our table glancing at me. He escorts us to our room and comes back a moment later with soaps and oils for the bath and disappears. I look around at the small room and I’m just thankful it’s clean. 

“Do you wish for me to bathe you?” Viserys asks from the bed. 

“I will never tire of you doting on me.” I sigh as I start to untie my dress. 

“Allow me.” he comes behind me and slowly pulls the strings undone. His heartbeat is steady as his fingers trail across my skin. As the dress pools at my feet I can hear his uneven breath. 

“Do I still tempt you?” I turn and face him with a smile and watch as his eyes travel over every inch of my body. 

“Very much.” he swallows as his eyes linger at my breasts. “My queen.” his eyes snap up to mine and I study him. 

“Mm, I quite like the sound of that.” I hum, turning and walking to the bath. I dip in the steaming water and let out a moan as it engulfs me. I watch with low lids as he walks o e froth the soaps and oils. He stops to grab a cloth before kneeling beside the tub. He adds in the floral smelling soaps and oils and I relax further back into the tub. 

“May I?” I nod watching him wet the cloth. He starts with one of my arms and his touch is gentle and unhurried. I let my eyes close as he starts on my other arm. He prompts me to sit up and starts to wash my hair. I let out soft sighs as his works the soap into my hair before letting the warm water wash it out. His fingers linger on my skin and I smile to myself at his tantalizing touch. 

“I wish to get out now.” I rise and look down at him still on the floor. His gaze is hungry as he stays on the floor looking up at me. I step out of the tub and stand in front of him. He reaches out for my dripping body and I step back with a smirk. Ever since I was changed I’ve had this new sense of confidence and an insatiable desire. “Will you help me dress?” he nods quickly before rushing to the bed to retrieve my dress. 

“Do you wish to go find food?” he helps me lift my dress up and begins to tie it. 

“Unless you’re offering yourself?” his heartbeat quickens as he stills. 

“Could you eat without killing me?” I can hear the slight shake in his voice as he finishes tying my dress.

“I could. You could be my personal source for the rest of our journey.” my fangs split through my gums at the thought. “You smell divine, Viserys.” I turn to him.

“Try it.” he nods at me. I walk over to him as slow as my hunger will allow and I inhale deeply at his neck. I trail my tongue across his skin and I feel my fangs throb in anticipation. I slowly sink my teeth into him and we groan in unison. As his blood flows down my throat I hold him closer. The taste of him is overwhelming. I have to coax myself to let go of him and lap against the marks. “Was that okay?” he pants looking me over still in his arms.

“Perfect.” I lick my lips and watch his eyes darken. “I want my dress off, I'm hot.” I look up at him and he glances at my lips. He makes quick work of my dress and he brings me to the bed. 

“I’ll find something I can use to fan you off.” he starts to walk away but I grab his wrist. 

“Lay with me?” I tilt my head pulling him back over to the bed.

“I want to- I need to touch you.” his eyes search mine and I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What happened to not wanting a sullied bride?” his nostrils flare at my words.

“You’re to be my bride. My queen.” I chuckle at his words. They help me remember that I’m still making him prove himself after everything. 

“Mm, never mind.” I wave him off. “Go find something to fan me off with.” I crawl into the bed and lay back. I hear his slight scoff as he rummages around until there’s silence, followed by a cool breeze. A shiver trails through my body and I rub my hands against my chest and I hear his heart race. “It’s gotten chilly.” I graze my fingers against my nipples and squirm. My legs squeeze shut as he looks down at me. 

“Do you want me to stop?” his voice low as he watches me. 

“No.” I shake my head as I let my hands trail down my torso. “Viserys,” I whine as my hand dips lower until his fingers wrap around my wrist. 

“Enough. Go to bed.” he tosses a blanket over me and slips into bed next to me fully clothed. 

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One Week Away From Pentos

We lay out under the stars and I listen to his steady heartbeat. I turn to him and admire his beauty in the pale moonlight. We still have stopped at a couple cities so I could fill my skins. He’s been eager to offer himself to me but with the high temperatures I don’t want to risk him as my only source. Tonight all I can think about is how sweet he tastes. 

“Viserys,” I hum rolling over onto his chest.

“Yes, my sweet sister?” he smirks at me as his fingers dance up the skin of my back. 

“Can I have a taste?” I scoot up his body to rest my mouth near his neck. 

“Of course,” he tilts his neck and holds my waist. 

“Viserys?” I murmur against his skin. 

“Hm?” he helps me settle more comfortably atop him. 

“Why do you sleep fully clothed?” he chuckles at my question. 

“Do you wish to see me?” I hear the smile in his tone. 

“I do.” I purse my lips sitting up. I start to lift off his tunic while he looks at me in amusement. I unlace his trousers and yank them down his legs and take in his lean form. “Mm, you are quite handsome.. well endowed.” I tilt my head as my eyes roam over his body. 

“And what would you know of that?” he props himself up on his elbows. 

“Talk among the ladies and staff is quite scandalous, brother.” I chuckle crawling back on top of him. “I’d still like my taste.” I lick against his neck and he pulls my body flush against his. 

“Quit teasing,” he growls, digging his fingers into me. 

“You are in no position to make demands.” I sink my teeth into his neck and he jerks his hips into me. I press myself closer against him as my tongue lashes against his neck. I pull off of him letting my tongue trail against his skin. I press soft kisses across his throat as he holds me tightly. I lean back and look down at him. We’re both breathing heavily and he searches my eyes before pulling me back down against him. 

“You are divine.” his words and eyes are filled with devotion as his hands travel up my sides. 

“Let me change you and wed you at the same time.” he furrows his brow. “We have dragon glass in one of our bags.” I push off of him and walk over to the carriage. I come back with the small blade and see him sitting up. I sit across from him and offer him the blade. 

“There’s no maester or witness.” his words hushed. 

“We’ll know.” I nod my head. He presses the blade against his lip and his palm before handing it to me. I mimic his movements and clasp our hands together. We repeat the vows and he presses his lips to mine. I taste our blood mix and it sends my senses into a frenzy. 

“Change and stay with me. Forever.” I don’t know if the words flooded from my mouth or directly into his mind but I felt the shift. His hands dig into me harder. I feel his fangs scrap against my lips as blood smears across our face. Our hands roam across each other leaving trails of pink from our cuts. 

“Can I taste you?” his voice strained as he waits at my neck. I nod and a moan tears through me when he sinks his teeth in. I shutter in his arms as he gently lays me down. He hovers above me still lapping at my neck. He rolls his hips into me and small gasps spill from my lips at the friction. 

“Viserys,” I whine as he stays attached to my neck. His hand slides between my thighs as I gasp as he drags a finger up my slit. He finally lifts his head up and I see my blood dripping down his chin. His lips crash to mine while his fingers continue to brush against my wetness. 

“Shh shh,” he shushes against my lips as he swirls his fingers around my bud. “Let me take care of you.” he kisses back down my neck. “My queen.” he kisses across my chest. His soft words and touches have me squirming in his arms. 

“Viserys, please,” I whine as he kisses across my chest. 

“Mm, what are you begging for? What did those scandalous talks tell you to beg for?” he taunts sliding his fingers down to circle my core. 

“A kiss between my thighs.” my cheeks flush as he grins. 

“Then that’s what you shall have.” he snakes down my body and I look down at him between my legs. He places a soft kiss against my bud and looks up to me. “Like that?” I shake my head. 

“More.” I furrow my brows. His lips encase my bud as his tongue starts to swirl against it and I gasp and whine above him. He holds my legs open as his tongue lashes against me. “Yes, I-“ my stomach tightens as my fingers dig into the blanket. His tongue moves even faster and I begin to roll my hips against him. “Vis-“ my voice breaks as I burst across his face. He continues to lick at me as my hips jerk against him. 

“Can I try something else?” his fingers slide through my wetness brush against my sensitive bud. 

“Yes.” I nod my head watching him with pleasure filled eyes. He dips a single finger into me and I let out quick gasps as he pumps. I quickly get used to the intrusion but it doesn’t stop my squeak when he presses a second long finger into me. “Viserys,” I cry out as he starts a slow rhythm. My hips roll into his hand as he continues to push his fingers into me. 

“Gods you are so wet.” he groans, starting to move his fingers faster. Moans pour from my mouth as he curls his fingers and I try to squeeze my thighs shut. “Does that feel good?” he chuckles, leaning down to whisper against my neck. I nod my head as I chase my approaching high. His teeth sink into me and I combust around his fingers chanting his name. “The sounds you make are so beautiful, my wife.” he hums, pressing his lips against my neck, removing his fingers. 

“Please,” I whine as he moves its tip through my wetness. I tremble as he presses against my bud before coating himself in my pleasure. He slowly presses into me watching my face. With every inch I think it’s the last but he keeps filling me. “Viserys,” my voice a breathy plea. His hips finally rest flush against mine as he stills inside of me. 

“Hold still.” his fingers dig into my hips to stop my squirming. I start to relax around him and he starts to move. My breath is stolen from me as his pace quickens. He wraps my legs around his waist and I raise my hips to meet his. He leans down and our lips clash as our tongues push against one another. We take and give pleasure to one another and right as I feel myself about to explode I sink my teeth into his neck and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He fills me as my name falls from his lips before he collapses next to me on the blanket. 

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Back in Pentos

When we walk back through the red door Dany is sitting on the couch with the same bright smile so remembered. When she sees us she runs over to us and pulls us into a hug. I was so nervous she would notice we were different than before. She eyes Viserys skeptically as his attitude and demeanor are much more different than before. 

“What has gotten into you?” Dany looks up at Viserys as he places a kiss on her head. 

“Your sister and I finally wed over our journey.” he smiles at me. Dany looks to me alarmed but I give her a reassuring nod. We’ve decided to tell her of our marriage but we don’t wish to tell her about eternity yet. She’s only ten and we want to protect her for as long as we can before offering her to pause in time as a child. 

“I’ve found a way to keep us all safe.” I pull her into my embrace. “When you’re older I’ll explain everything but for now just know that you are safe. Your brother and I will protect you.” I hum and she hugs me tighter. 

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[spid3namy]

— DINNER DATE

pairing : e!42 miles x black!female reader

summary : miles takes you out on a nice dinner date to help you destress from the stressful week you both had

contains : fluff + kissing

word count : 811

notes : pinterest really being a savor rn by giving me fic ideas, that’s the only reason why i wrote this lol

“god, you look beautiful, amor..”

Miles grinned at you and pressed a gentle kiss onto your hand as he stared at your outfit. The way your dress hugged your body should’ve been a crime. Miles couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man on the entire planet to be able to date a beautiful woman like you.

“Thank you, babe.. You look very handsome”

You give him a smile and press a kiss onto his cheek, your e/c eyes staring into his. Miles held eye contact until you eventually looked away. It was always so cute to see you get all flustered because of him. He took pride in that.

“Let’s go, princesa.. I know you don’t play about gettin’ food”

Miles lets out a chuckle as he leads you out of the apartment. You were all giggles and grins as the two of you went to the restaurant Miles had picked for the date. It wasn’t really a fancy restaurant but it was still nice. 

It was obvious Miles had gone the extra mile for you. He always did. It was one of the things you loved about him.

“Thank you… for this, Miles. I love it..” 

You looked up at him and smiled sweetly, your hand grabbing his gently from over the table. Miles smiled and squeezed your hand gently, pressing a small kiss onto your knuckles.

“Anything for my princess..”

You could feel your cheeks heating up as you moved your eyes away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed by the sweet words that left his lips. He was always good at making you flustered. 

“You’re so gorgeous, ma.”

Miles leaned forward slightly and brushed a few strands of your h/c hair out of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek lightly. You looked at him and gave him a smile, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. 

Miles smiled lightly and kept his hand on your cheek, kissing you back and allowing his eyes to flutter closed. Once the two of you pulled away, Miles couldn’t help but stare at you. You were so gorgeous in his eyes. No matter what you wore or how you looked, you would always be gorgeous to him. 

You grinned at him and allowed your lips to press a kiss onto his cheek. The two of you then started to talk about random things during your dinner. It was sweet. Just being with Miles caused your heart to flutter in your chest. 

He was usually so stoic, so tough. But with you, he let his guard down, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. And you loved that. You loved that he trusted you enough to be vulnerable. And of course, you were vulnerable with him as well.

After the two of you had finished dinner, Miles had walked you back to your apartment. Like the gentleman he was. He always walked you home. Mostly because he was worried about something happening to you. It was also because he cared so much about you.

Miles held your hand gently as you two made it up to your apartment, the two of you standing in front of the door. Miles looked at you and squeezed your hand lightly, giving you a sweet smile. 

“Thank you for walking me home, I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you, ma.”

You smiled and let go of his hand gently, your hands moving up to his face and cupping it gently. Miles stared at you for a few moments before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours gently. You kiss him back and allow your arms to wrap around his neck gently instead of on his face. 

Miles put his hand onto your waist gently and pulled you closer. Being so close to him now caused you to feel the warmth of his body. 

You eventually pulled away from the kiss and gave him a smile, letting out a small chuckle as you messed with the end of his braids slightly before taking a step back.

“Get home safe, ‘kay?”

“As always.”

You nodded and soon turned your back towards him, unlocking the door of your apartment before you looked over at him once again. 

“Good night, Miles.. I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n. Forever”

"Go home, dork."

You rolled your eyes playfully and kissed his cheek gently before you stepped into your apartment. Miles gave you a small wave and waited until you had closed the door before he made his way up to his apartment. Living in the same apartment complex with you sure did have perks. 

And as always, Miles made sure to text you the moment he had gotten home. Even though you both were only a floor apart, it was still sweet that he texted you whenever he got home. And you appreciated that.

[yowyowyaoi]

Hidan's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two

From Konan

Why would it gross you out? You basically deal with blood for a living!

Flattery might get you a hug but it won't get you out of your share of the food bill.

In all seriousness that's ridiculous.

Just pretend he’s Kakuzu. Problem solved.

You guys need to keep it down. I need my beauty sleep!

Sasori has a variety of things he could give you to ease the pain. But be warned he’ll likely give you a three hour lecture on “proper dental hygiene”.

I'm sure he just meant it as a joke. No need to eviscerate him.

I need that like I need a hole in my head.

Love is not about looks, it's about feelings and personality. He's the kindest, most gentle man I've ever known in my life.

If you're that curious, just transform into one and feel them yourself!

He doesn't take betrayal very well. I'd strongly reconsider if I were you.

Being immortal is a hell of a thing to have in common, isn't it?

I wish you and Dei would leave him be. Just because he *chooses* not to fight back doesn't mean he can't, or won't at some point. And I think that will be a scary day for the two of you.

Ladies don't curse but if you heard even half of what I was thinking it'd blow your mind, Hidan.

From Itachi

Looks mean very little to me.

If you're that interested in seeing them, then just ask him to pull down his pants for you the next time you see him. See what he says.

A compliment coming from you sounds very, very odd.

I would not just leave something like that to chance and never, ever to the two of you.

We're close. That's all you need to know.

I'll admit, the honey and ants in my bed was a clever, if sadistic, touch.

You've got ten minutes to return it to my door or I promise your eternity will be one long inescapable nightmare.

No.

The last time I went with you guys you ate $1000 worth of food and then tried to stick me with the bill!

If you'd just admit it I'd be willing to go easy on you.

Of course he's an attractive man but I couldn't deal with that personality on a daily basis.

In that way I'm better than you, aren't I? You clearly fear death. I don't.

If my opinion counts for anything: hold on to Kakuzu. I don't believe there's a single other soul in this universe that would care for you the way he does.

I suppose not all the time. He does brush my hair out for me a lot. Very gentle.

From Tobi

If it isn't something that could work, why would it be the plot to SO MANY homoerotic stories??

You left it sitting there for three days! If I didn't eat it, it would have spoiled!

Just woke up not in the mood for your shit rn

If he thinks you're like a brother than one day me and you can be in-laws!

You didn't even spell "delusional" right.

Are you the one who left the jar of crickets on my bed?

Actually your hair would probably look good longer.

You're not going to lecture ME on something like that!

I think of him like a little cousin. So STOP messing with him!

If you think Kakuzu looks "sexy" without his mask you couldn't handle ME, man.

Come with us, the water should be fine by now.

The Hidden Leaf? Nope. Never heard of it.

Sharingan?? LOL

Be warned, Hidan. I'm not as stupid as you think I am.

Do YOU want to see my FIST? Okay then.

So is "Jashin" just looking the other way while you love Kakuzu, then?

From Nagato

I think of you all as my children. Some more problematic than others.

Yes it works! And even if it didn't, she wouldn't leave me!

I almost teamed you up with Deidara but I don't think I could have afforded that sort of damage.

Ultimately that would be Kakuzu's decision.

Tell your God to meet up with me and we'll see who's more "real", brat.

What. Did. You. DO?!

If I hear that you "accidentally" walked in while she was changing again, you'll wish to the heavens that you WERE able to die.

Yes but a mostly vegetarian diet is easier for my body to handle.

I did not form these teams with the intention of being a matchmaker.

I wish you would put as much effort and planning into your missions as you do to harassing your fellow Akatsuki teammates.

From Deidara

Yes I blew him up but I didn't rob him. Standards, man.

Me and Kisame going fishing, you in?

Come see me we gotta get our stories straight before Leader questions us.

He stepped on a beehive. Spent all day pulling stingers from his arms and legs. STILL wouldn't take off his mask.

I knoooooow. God you sound like Sasori.

I did but I don't think they can prove that it was me ...

You can't just sculp some little mouse and then call yourself an artist! It doesn't work like that!

I think the chicken was bad I can't stop puking and my ass is literally on fire!

If you won't listen to me talk about my REAL art, what makes you think I'm gonna listen to you talk about your FAKE God??

Me and you and Itachi. Yes he'll go if we drag him out.

Yeah but she's sooooooo pretty how can I help it?!

Why are you bragging? That just means you'll be old and ugly before me!

Honestly I just bring him a body and some tools and he stays distracted for like a week. Lets me do whatever without even questioning it lmao

He likes to carry me. Don't ask questions, I just enjoy not having to walk for a few hours.

I really, REALLY don't need to know what "gets you off". Pervert.

From Kisame

I have no idea how to answer something like that.

I don't know what's going on with you and Kakuzu but please stop "accidentally" sending me pics like that or I'm blocking you.

I'd die for him but all I really want is for him to live for me.

I think we're the only two who like it ultra-rare and dripping blood. Well, maybe Zetsu.

Yeah I have my suspicions as well but it's like that thing is glued to his face or something. Deidara is the only one who could get close enough to him to try it but he seems scared for some reason.

You can join us but no screaming in the water this time or you'll scare them all off.

I've got at least 11 years up on you so yes, you ARE a brat to me.

I don't think there are any decent shortcuts, we just have to walk straight through. Ask Kakuzu to lend you his tall boots.

There's doing our job and then there's crossing the line. Guess which one you did.

Yes it's warm but that doesn't mean we wish to see you sitting out there in the nude.

Itachi's not feeling well so I need a replacement weight for my other arm. Deidara is already helping, now I need you too.

In the old days they used leeches as a cure for everything. A few aren't gonna kill ya, kid. Don't be a baby.

He's literally perfect. And he's MINE. So onsen or not the next time I catch you looking like that I'll snatch your eyes out and eat them like grapes :)

From Sasori

Come see me before the infection spreads.

Mint, rosemary, and a tiny bit of thyme.

Unless you’re looking to get bent over, brat, how it works is none of your goddamned business.

You would likely be a terrible one.

No, he’s it for me. I’ll either marry him or kill him, haven’t decided yet.

I can imitate eating to fool enemies but the food will just stay in my throat until I manually remove it.

You kill humans nearly every day, you can handle a spider.

It would break my metaphorical heart.

I’m not “betting” you anything. I KNOW it won’t kill you. But the poison is both expensive and time-consuming to make and I’m not wasting it on you.

18 and 34.

Leave the ones that I’ve marked alone. They’re perfect specimens and I won’t have you ruin them with that heathen ritual of yours.

Yes but I’m slowly coming to accept that sexuality is a spectrum and nothing is black or white.

You and Tobi will be coming with. Pack extra food and warm clothes. No whining that you’re hungry or cold later on.

It won’t be as amusing when I nail your skull to the wall.

From Zetsu

He tasted so good. My many thanks.

I haven’t any idea why the others seem so perturbed by it, considering their *own* “atrocities".

Too loud. Sensitive ears.

Aren't you having relations with him? Surely you could convince him.

Unfortunately we need them alive and well, so please, none of your antics.

Couldn't hurt. But I doubt it would help, either.

Out of everyone here, you and your blood-scented skin smell the best.

I'm beginning to think your obsession with penises is more than a passing curiosity and an indication for serious concern.

Deidara is correct, everything is ephemeral. This world is temporary.

I wouldn't know the first thing about manipulating anyone. I'm just a plant.

From Kakuzu

Try me and see. I DARE you, brat.

Either help me or stay home and shut up about it.

You stimulate me, but not in all good ways.

If I wasn't "obsessed with money" this entire organization would be nothing, we'd be homeless and everyone would be starving.

Just wait until I get you alone.

Next time I suggest you think before you act.

Deidara will face Sasori but YOU will have to deal with ME. Consider that.

It's your turn to pay for dinner. I could go for either seafood or steak.

Call it gay if you wish but you won't change my mind.

I'm not sure if your body could handle multiple hearts, immortal or not.

Endurance training. My room. Ten minutes. Hydrate yourself beforehand.

You're going to eat something green if I have to pry open your mouth and shove it down your throat.

Because I CARE, asshole.

Why should I have to fight them off because you can't keep your hands to yourself??

I happen to like Itachi so watch your manners, if any exist.

Can't "believe" in someone I've never met. Which is why I don't understand why YOU do.

If I ever went, I'm taking you out with me. "'Til death" is inaccurate.

Sure, sure. While you're at it pray for money to drop out of the sky and into my lap.

Handcuffs aren't doing it for me anymore. Bring some rope and maybe some honey this time.

Get back here and clean this shit up before I come kill you.

Love you. <3. Delete this text immediately.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Christmas Miracles

Pairing: Chan x reader

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and Chan is still working, no matter how much you try to convince him to take a break

Warnings: Dom reader, sub chan, handjob, use of petnames (good boy, baby, etc), slight exhibitionism, probably more that I forgot

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: This is way, way too reflective on my mental health rn, but really, who needs to actually confront your problems when you can just write an angsty, smutty christmas fic abt them?

That being said, 18+ minors DNI

It’s Christmas Eve.

Christmas fucking Eve and your boyfriend hasn’t left the studio once.

Not for food, not for water, not to simply say hi to you or the others, not for a bathroom or brain break. 

Not once. In fact, you don’t even think he’s taken a break from working at all in there. You know because you check in with him every hour and half.

And-you guessed it!

Every. Single. Time. He’s. Working.

Headphones pulled over his ears, fingers clicking keys and eyes glued to that computer.

And frankly, it was getting frustrating. Frustrating because you and the others have been waiting out here all day, talking, chatting. You’d come a few hours early to the secret santa gift exchange you and Felix had set up, with your gift for Han.

You made sure that you were there extra, extra early. Made sure to give your workaholic boyfriend lots of extra time to finish up his work, giving him periodic warnings every half hour to let him know just how long he had left. 

Every time he’d nod offhandedly, hum in acknowledgement but not really listen before he’d shoo’d you off, saying he knew and that you could stop mothering him.

And so you gave him some slack, getting off his back a bit as he requested, trusting that he would be able to regulate everything by himself. 

And when everyone finally got there, gathered around on the floor, ready for the gift exchange, you stood up and said that you’d get Chan and the activity could commence.

You popped your head into his studio, gently asking if he was ready. “It’s time, you ready? Got your gift?”

He spun around on his wheelie chair, looking at you, confused. “My gift?”

“What do you mean ‘My gift?’, Chan? We’re doing a gift exchange. Everyone’s here, that’s what I’ve been bothering you about for all day!”

Blank. Not a single thought in that pretty head of his.

He did not.

“Huh?”

Your jaw clenched. “You did not. Chan.”

He rubbed at his red eyes, the bags under them prominent from the apparent lack of sleep despite how many times you’ve told him to stop working and get a full proper night of it. 

“Wait-we’re doing a gift exchange-since when?”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “The one that Felix and I set up like three weeks ago! We picked names from a hat!” You paused, remembering the day with a heavy sigh. “No, you weren’t there, but I gave it to you when you got home that night. I even remember-you had Hyunjin. You were asking me what I thought you should get for him.”

He nodded slowly, pursing his lips, eyes not meeting your’s. “...Still don’t know what you’re talking about. I have no memory of this happening.

“I remember, I told you that you were supposed to come up with it yourself, it was supposed to be special that way.”

Running a hand through his unruly hair that didn’t look like he had brushed in a while, he shook his head again. “Look, I don’t know, maybe it just slipped my mind, I don’t remember any of this.”

“Fucking hell, Chan! I told you about this, weeks ago! I told you last week. I told you a few days ago, I reminded you over and over and you told me you had it covered!” 

Finally leaving the doorway you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you, hoping no one else heard the outburst. When you looked back to him, it seemed you had already lost his attention, his eyes turned back to the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Turn off the damn computer and listen to me!”

And that was the final thing to have his headphones coming off, hesitating for a minute over the shut off button before deciding your rage over fighting over this particular thing wouldn’t be worth it.

The screen went black and he turned to you. And it finally hit you, the extent of his overworking.

He looked tired-exhausted, pale and unruly. He looked as if he hadn’t eaten or slept or drank anything in days. 

Rubbing a hand over his face, he groaned. “Look, I’m sorry! I’ve just been so busy with work-”

“And that’s it! All you ever do is work now! You cancel plans to work! We barely spend any time together because you’re working! The others barely ever see you because you’re working! Look at yourself Chan, you don’t look like you’ve even been taking care of yourself!”

“I just need to finish this one project and then I promise-I’ll take a break!”

“That’s what you always say! That’s what you said for the last project, for the one before that and the one before that and that’s what you’ll say for the one after this!”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off. “You need to take a break and take a break now! No ‘one more hour’, no ‘one more day’, no ‘after this project is finished’! You are going to take a break now and you are going to not look at your computer until after Christmas.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You grabbed his arm, opening the door and pulling him out of the studio for what you could only guess and hope you were wrong was the first time in days.

The others smiled and greeted Chan happily when the two of you walked in. You smiled, pretending you didn’t see the obvious looks of concern passing between the boys. The walls were too fucking thin for this. 

They began shouting exclamations about how they felt like they hadn’t seen their leader in forever, congratulating you for finally being able to get him out the studio for once.

You side-eyed him all the while as he looked down at his feet, rubbing his neck and apologizing sheepishly. 

“Sorry guys, I’ll try to be more...present from now on...”

The others nodded and you clapped your hands together, gaining everyone’s attention with a “Well, anyway...does anyone wanna start this gift exchange?”

Cheers filled the room as you led Chan to the couch, sitting him down before taking your place next to him.

--

The rest of the night was fun, you received a spray bottle from Seungmin, telling you to spray Chan with it whenever he worked for too long. Everyone got a laugh out of that.

Chan got a ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug from Han and you could see him almost getting teary-eyed as he read it, pulling Han in for a hug and thanking him for the somewhat of a joke present.

Hyunjin seemed fine with the lack thereof of a gift but played it up a lot, pretending to be wounded by Chan, grabbing at his chest and falling to his knees in a fake sob of agony.

Truly, you enjoyed it.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d hung out with all the boys and Chan, forgetting sometimes really how close they all were, how well they knew each other and how much more than coworkers they’d become over the years.

You also greatly forgot how loud they all were. 

The laughing and constant clapping to accompany it, things shouted, so unhinged it had everyone laughing from just the absurdity of it.

Several times they got into ‘fights’ that were really just shouting with the escalation of someone trying to yell louder than the other until everything was incoherent screaming. It ended when suddenly the entire thing turned to laughter, all eight boys pretty much rolling on the floor with it while you sat there, very confused and slightly amused by it all.

It was the first time in a while you saw Chan so carefree and happy, so relaxed. 

It was nice to see.

Well, it was nice to see until he wiped the tears from his eyes from laughing too hard and suddenly he didn’t look so relaxed.

He looked tired again, woozy like he might pass out or something. 

You take his hand at look at him with a soft smile. “You good, Channie?”

He nods but his skin has taken on a sickly pale colour. “Yeah, yeah. I-i’m good, I think-I think I just need to go to the bathroom, yeah?”

“Okay...”

And like that he stands up, announcing to the others that he has to go to the bathroom, saying to not wait up for him as he trails down the hall in an almost unsteady manner.

You’re overreacting you tell yourself. You’re overreacting, he knows himself best, he knows his limits. He knows how to take care of himself.

You. Are...Overreacting.

And then he’s gone for ten minutes...

Fifteen...

Twenty minutes. 

“Wait, where’d Chan go?” Han questions, popping his head up from where he lays on the floor, rolling around and gasping for air from something Changbin’s said.

“He went to the bathroom, remember?” Lee Know replies, not even lifting his head up from where he lays.

You sigh, standing up. “I think, uh, that I’ll go check on him.”

They all echo okays and laughter, jokes about how Chan can’t even go to the bathroom in peace anymore, but at this point you could care less about the heckling.

All you care about now is hoping that this wasn’t what you had an itching feeling it was.

That he isn’t doing what you think he is.

But perhaps that’s too much to wish for on this Christmas Eve as you knock on the bathroom door twice, leaning in in wait for his response. “Chan? You okay in there, baby?”

No reply.

“Chris?”

Nothing.

“Chan...I’m coming in, okay?”

You try the handle first, unlocked, then you slowly push the door open, looking in to see...that you were right. He isn’t in there.

He better not.

You rush down the hall, hoping-desperately hoping that you’re wrong and maybe...you don’t know, but hoping that he had some kind of excuse as to why he wasn’t in the bathroom and you’re assuming that he never was.

Well maybe, maybe...he needed to grab something from the studio. Maybe when he went to the bathroom it was already in use, so he went to the one on the other side of the building. Maybe he...went to get fucking take-out...without telling you or the others about it...

They were all lame excuses and you knew they were all wrong as your feet led you to the one place you knew he would be. The one place he would be, doing the one thing you knew he would be doing.

“Chris?”

Your voice is wary, tired as the door creaks, slightly screeching as you pull it open.

“L-look! I can explain!”

And there he was. 

Sitting at his desk, his headphones pulled over his ears, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, on that goddamned computer.

The boys continued to laugh and yell outside but you still close the door, hoping that with their level of sound and the door it would be enough to mute your sounds. 

Your voice is deadly calm when you speak, masking the anger burning inside of you. “Then explain Chan-because I am really hoping right now that you have a good explanation.”

He looks down, hanging his head in shame and you know he doesn’t. “I’m...I’m sorry, I’m trying, I really am...it’s just there’s so much work to do and so little time to get it all done. I wanna take a break, I wanna spend time with you and the boys...it’s just...”

“It’s just what! I get it-you wanna get this finished,” The calm in you is gone, replaced with a near hysteria, shutting your eyes and clenching your fists as your voice rises in pitch. “You feel rushed and you feel as if you need to get it all done as soon as possible but you can take a break! You need to take a break!”

You move toward him, turning that spinning chair so he’s facing you. You take his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eye. “This isn’t healthy how hard you’re working! It’s Christmas-it’s a damn holiday and, and you’re working! Do you not understand, do you not hear what I’m saying?”

He opens his mouth, trying to look away but you don’t let him, don’t let up on the grip you have on him. “I-I do, it’s just-”

“No, do you actually hear what I’m saying? Cause Chris, I need you to hear me right now. I need this to cement in your mind, I need you to think and realize that this isn’t healthy! This isn’t good for you and it isn’t good for us and if that’s really not enough of a reason for you, then it isn’t good for the company. They can’t have you passing out on-stage because you haven’t been sleeping or eating or drinking.” 

You drag in a heavy breath. “So, do you actually hear what I’m saying?”

“Yes, yes, I hear you.”

You don’t notice the tears spilling down your face until his eyes are getting watery too and he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.

He buries his head into your stomach and shakes with heaving sobs. You pat his back, trying to soothe him the best you can as you cover your mouth with the opposite hand, trying to stay silent as you do the same.

And suddenly all of the energy drains out of you. The anger is replaced by pure exhaustion.

You’re crying and he’s crying and you’re clinging to each other, grasping at the comfort the other provides, the small cracks built over the past while finally breaking until a flood is released. 

Everything that’s happened, everything that hasn’t happened, everything that had to be said and everything that didn’t. It’s all there, silent and unspoken in the embrace.

It’s all there and you both understand it without a single word having been said. With just the tears and the touch and the wet spot that you’re sure is staining your shirt now as he buries his head into you. 

And suddenly you’re laughing, watery, hiccupy laughs that don’t really sound like laughs-and nothing going on right now is really funny but you can’t help it-because it’s Christmas Eve and you’re supposed to be happy, and it’s supposed to be the happiest time of the year, bright lights and warmth and family and you’re the exact fucking opposite right now. 

Because you’re both so, so fucking burnt out, so, so fucking tired and you’re both really, really done and all you can really do right now is cry.

You don’t know how long it’s for.

Until the tears run out and you’re staring at the wall blankly, playing with Chan’s hair as he clutches onto you, the waterworks stopped with the after breakdown sniffles present.

You’re not sure and don’t really care if the others heard you but if you strain your ears you can still hear their distant laughter clearly.

“Y-you okay?” You whisper, snivelling in a way you’re sure is unattractive but in all honestly you’re much too far past that at this point.

He doesn’t reply, only pulls far enough away to look up at you with big, sad, red eyes and even redder cheeks...and...oh.

Oh.

He pushes himself against you and you can clearly feel the large bulge pressed up against you as he looks up at you with those big sad eyes.

And now you’re kind of confused.

You’re not really sure what this means.

Now?

After that?

Maybe you’re just reading the context clues wrong but he looks at you and bites his lip, looking away shyly.

You sigh and pull him up off the chair, pushing him over to the couch in the corner of the room. He lands on it with a small oomph, still holding you by the waist and pulling you in close to him.

It’s a weird transition, from what just happened to this. From the tearstains still prominent on either of your faces to whatever this is. Whatever this is turning into.

But if this is what he wants right now, what he wants from you. Well then you’re going to give it to him.

“You’re gonna need to tell me what you need baby. Verbalize it for me.”

He sniffles again. “I just...I really need you right now. Will you just...” He mumbles the last part, turning pink under your gaze.

You sigh, looking at him with gentle eyes before settling against the opposite side of the couch against the arm of it. “C’mere.” 

He scrambles across the cushions to meet you, kneeling between your legs and tilting his head, waiting for you to give him direction. “C’mon baby, turn around,” He follows your lead until he’s sitting between your legs, his back against your chest, your resting chin on his shoulder. “Okay honey, ‘M gonna need you to tell me exactly what you need. Loud and clear so I can hear you.”

He shudders and you can tell he’s struggling to get out the words. “C-can you please...take care of me? Just wanna feel you.”

He paws at the sleeves of your shirt and you can tell what he’s asking for. Another time you might’ve teased him, played a little dumb, asked to elaborate on the request. But neither of you have the energy for that right now, so he’s granted that small mercy.

“Good boy, Channie,” He shivers at the words, squirming as you shift him slightly in order to pull off your own shirt, dropping it onto the floor to find later before feeling at the hem of his. “Can I take this off for you?”

“Yeah,” His voice is small and shaky as you pull it over his head, lifting his arms to make the job easier. And when it’s off and joined your own on the floor you’re already touching him.

You’re touching him and he’s sighing, relaxing, falling so quickly as your fingers graze his abdomen, tracing over his hard-earned abs and pecs, brushing over his sensitive buds. They harden quickly and he’s moaning, breathy little pants falling from his lips as his eyes slip shut-as you continue. Continue to touch and pinch and stroke and grope.

And over everything, it’s your voice that has every last drop of remaining tension in his body melting away, turning him into putty in your hands. Your voice as you whisper into his ear how good of a boy he is, how much he deserves this, how much he deserves everything and more.

He doesn’t think he could move even if he wanted to-and he doesn’t. Chan never wants to move from this spot-from this moment-here with you.

Your breath fans over the side of his face, leaving small kisses over his neck between every word. “Does it feel good Channie?”

"Nngh," he whines, not answering the question but this time it’s okay, this time you let it slide, continuing as his breathing quickens, moaning climbing higher in pitch as you gently ask the question again.

“Channie, baby? Asked you a question baby.”

He drags his eyes open just enough to look at you, pulling you against him into a short but sloppy kiss. “So, so good-please-please touch me, need it~”

For once you don’t ask him to clarify, if the bags under his eyes are anything to go by, he deserves this, deserves a break-a reward if you will-after working so hard.

Your hand fall to his hips and he whines at the loss. Chuckling lightly you kiss his cheek. “Patience baby.”

He nods breathlessly and gasps as you push his pants and boxers down, shivering at the cool air meets his heated skin and his cock slaps up against his abdomen. “T-touch me, please-please, need it so ba-”

His breath hitches, voice cutting off as you lick a strip up his neck, dragging your hand over his cock at the same time. You tsk him as he lets out an especially loud moan. “Patience, no need to get all worked up, s’okay.”

His is breath is gone, gone, gone, gone as his thighs reflexively shut at the sudden touch. You coo at him, placing your own legs between them and prying them apart.

His hips rock forward gently as you thumb over his slit, gathering his arousal and using it to slide your hand up and down him easier. “P-please.” He doesn’t know what he’s asking for but the words slip out instinctively, they feel right for the moment, for the desperation and need he feels, coursing, burning through his veins.

Your lips skip across the skin of his neck, nipping and licking at the unmarked skin. Hand starting slow and gaining in pace to match his pulse against your lips, squeezing the base as he loses more and more control of his body. His hips jumping up erratically, noises coming out louder and louder, higher and higher in need. 

“Gotta be quiet, darling, the boys are still outside.” You breath.

He freezes for a second, horror crossing his mind at the thought. But then the way your hand feels...gripping him, sliding up and down him. Sparks of pleasure explode behind his eyelids and all he can do is dig his teeth into bottom lip to keep quiet.

His hand falls to where your’s trails, up and down, up and down his chest, teasing and stroking. He grasps at your fingers, pawing at them clumsily. “N-need you,” He whispers, voice light and airy. Cute. Adorable in the way his body squirms against yours, cock pulsing in your hand. 

A small bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip, spilling over your fingers. “P-please,” he moans. “H-hold, nngh, h-hold my ha-hand.”

Your heart melts and you oblige his request, turning the hand over to intertwine your fingers with his. “Of course, such a good boy for me. Such a good, good boy.”

His body tenses, abs clenching and unclenching as he squeezes your hand tighter, almost painfully but you could care less as you continue, movements getting smoother and smoother due to the arousal leaking. 

He whimpers out loudly, toes curling as his body convulses. “Please-please-please-please, can I cum, can I cum, can I please-please can I cum?”

You hush him, kissing up his cheek, his temple, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“It’s okay. Cum for me Channie.”

With the words his body tenses, breath hitching in his throat as his legs tremble, letting out a high-pitched whimper and, with a last throb, he cums.

Sticky white liquid spills over your fingers as he falls lax into your arms, panting and sweaty. His body’’s energy used up and drained. 

Completely and utterly boneless as you pull your hand away from his and use it pet back his sweaty hair. “How’d you feel baby?”

He sighs, “Great. Really, really great.” His eyelids flutter in a struggle to keep them open. “Thank you.” You hum, watching his eyes finally slip shut, lips pouting up. “Kiss me, please?”

With a small giggle you do, pecking those pouted lips once, twice, smiling while he pouts further, letting out an indignant whine. “Kiss me.”

You heart flutters in your chest and he moans as you claim his lips with your own, softly sliding your tongue into his mouth, kissing him breathless until you have no choice but to pull away.

Glancing over to his moniter on his desk the time shows clearly and you give him one more peck on the nose.

“Merry Christmas Channie.”

Tiredly, he whispers back, eyes already shut. “Merry Christmas, love you so, so, so much.”

You smile, pausing for a moment to hear that the boys outside have gone quiet-probably from having gone home if the time is anything to go by. 

“Love you too baby.” You murmur back, but he’s already asleep, lightly snoring with a slight smile on his lips.

He’s sleeping. Calm and relaxed, and finally, he’s taking a break.

Maybe it is a Christmas Miracle after all.

A/N: My taglist is open now here, hope everyone enjoys this and has a happy holidays!

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[rinsuniverse]

hi dear! i saw your writing about being sick and not telling woozi, and i was wondering if you could do a shua version?😭i kinda have a cold rn and this was so comforting i loved it, it’s totally okay if it’s too much and you don’t wanna write it!<3 have a nice day, take care!

sick with joshua! ✧˖°.

i'm 110% convinced he would take care of you the absolute best whenever you're sick!!

he'll have gradual red flags the way that jihoon does as you go about your day without telling him

the first red flag was in the morning when he realized you're energy seems off

he wakes up before you and plays with your hair until you wake up

he notices you're breaking out in a cold sweat and his sighs, wiping your forehead with his sleeve

when your eyes flutter open, he smiles at you

"good morning, beautiful," he grins

"morning..," you groan, breaking out into a cough after your voice comes out raspy

"are you alright? should i get you some cold medicine?"

"no, i'm good. my allergies have just been acting up," you say

he sees this tiredness in your eyes, and it makes him feel sorry for you

he continues to brush through your hair and whispers to you since your voice doesn't get very loud

"hey, let's call in and say we'll come in late today. you seem tired, honey," he says quietly

"no, i'm okay, i'll get up now," and the moment is over

as you both get ready, he stops to get you some allergy medicine for the day, setting a reminder in his phone for when he should remind you to take the second dose

he puts a small thing of tissues in your handbag and tea packets and then showers you with kisses before leaving, telling you that he hopes his kisses give you energy

and that's when he is able to brush away most of his worry for you

as you go about your day with your energy drained and being able to kind of breathe because of the meds he gives, you text shua every so often to thank him and continue to convince him that you're okay

you: hey, shua, i hope you're doing well

you: thanks for the meds! i can breathe well now

shua: of course, anything for you 🤍

shua: i'm doing great

shua: still tired?

you: just a little

shua: i packed you some tea in your handbag

you: what? when?

shua: boil some water in your breakroom and see if there's some honey to put in it if you don't like the taste

shua: i packed the one that's best to clear your sinuses

you: shua wth 😭

you: i love you

shua: i love you more

and he doesn't worry about you until he knows you're done with work and he wants to call

and that's when the next red flag comes up

"hey, y/n/n, i missed you-"

and then you start coughing and it's the most outrageous, disgusting, crackily sounding cough anyone has ever heard

you swear you can hear the side eye he's giving you as he says, "did you not drink the tea i packed?"

"i did! i just- still have some phlegm in my throat from the allergies."

he does NOT completely believe you

at all

but it's fine, he brushes it off because obviously you don't want to make a big deal out of it

"get home safely, okay, beautiful?"

"okay, i'll see you at home in a bit."

he calls out of work early

he knows you have that attitude where you don't want him to worry about you

so he already prepared for this

he stopped by the store to get you your favorite cake and a balloon

his plan was to disguise this work absensce as a surprise for you 😭

he also bought extra meds, tissues, and teas for you at the store as well

when he got home and he was holding a cake and balloons in his hands, you kind of stare at him from the couch under lots of tissues

you can't even comprehend that he's home and that you need to somehow make the tissues disappear because he's home early!

but that's when he pretty much knew 110% that you were sick

"shua, what the? why are you home so early? and why do you have all that?" you say, gathering the tissues and throwing them away quickly

"surprise! i saw this cake was on sale at the store during my lunch break, and i know it's your favorite. so i decided to call off early and surprise you at home."

"honey, you really didn't have to! work is important."

"and taking care of my lover is important, too. don't even pretend you're not sick. you should tell me these things."

"it's allergies-"

he places his palm on your forehead and tsks at you

"you have a fever, love. let's have an early dinner and then eat some cake, okay? don't make me worry more."

"okay, fine..."

he makes you a nice, elaborate dinner that'll warm you up and offers you some of his share of the food in case you're extra hungry

when you shamefully say you don't feel very hungry, he tells you that it's okay and that he'll pack the leftovers for another day

he has the other seventeen members send you words of love and determination so that you'll feel better and get well soon!

and you feel like crying as he reads them out to you

after he shares a slice of cake with you, he offers to carry you to bed, and even though you say no, he finds a way to either carry you or support you on your way to the room

he chooses some of your clothes (his sweatshirt and your yoga pants) for you to change into and helps you wash your face and prepare for bed (with meds ofc!)

and you both lay in bed together

he sings to you as he rubs your back and always hands you a tissue even before you need to ask

"why didn't you let me take care of you for all of today, jagi?" he asks softly

you sigh as you say, "i really just didn't want you to worry or feel inconvenienced. i'm sorry..."

"don't be sorry. let me be here for you whenever you're not feeling well, please. i want you to depend on me sometimes. don't you want me to depend on you sometimes, too?"

"yeah, but that's different..."

"i don't think so. let me take care of you the way you take care of me, okay, gorgeous?"

"okay, shua. i love you so much."

"i love you so much."

"i think i'm getting a fever again."

"i'll go get a wet rag to put on your head, okay? thank you for telling me."

and he cares for you all night. he takes care of you and showers you with kisses.

he doesn't regret it at all, even when he gets sick, too.

you both nurse each other back to good health!

thank you so much for the request, and i hope you feel better soon, anon! i hope you enjoyed the charming and loving shua. feel free to request more things from me! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! you can request literally anything for any member of svt since i don't have any guidelines set yet. i do specialize in woozi, though! have a great day! ς(>‿<.))