#also thank you for being always so sweet and check on me 🥺

[bookishtheaterlover7]

a/n: Hello, my fabulous Readers! It's been a hot second since I last wrote a fic. And I can honestly say, that I've been distracted by the whole Chris Drama and Fiasco. But that doesn't mean that I haven't been writing fics. I actually have a few lined up, that are definite WIPs, so stay tuned. In the meantime, I hope y'all will enjoy this fic.

Which I'm happy to dedicate to @cutedisneygrl, Happiest Birthday to you, girl! Thank you for always lending an ear, and also happily sharing your fics with us. You're awesome, and I hope you enjoy this fic. Sorry if it's a little late.

And to @royalwriteroftheuniverse, for being one of the best friends, I could ask for on here. You're one of the best, and honestly, you both deserve the best. ❤❤❤❤❤

Yes, this will be a thing now. Some of my fics will be dedicated to my friends, family, or even the fans like me, who are writing this. 😆🥺 So, without further ado, enjoy this fic. Hopefully it isn't too cringey.

Steve Rogers x civilian!Reader

Requested: Yes

WARNINGS: None really... No mention of Y/n, Steve is a big softie, Y/n is kind of sad for most of the fic, food(?), feelings of loneliness...

Enjoy!

I'm using this gif, because it's the one with my most favorite button-up, that Steve wears in the entire MCU. Feel free to comment what's your most favorite Steve casual wear in the entire MCU.

*Y/F/C/D = Your Favorite Cold Drink

The clock continued to tic the hours away, as you laid on your bed. Trying to will it to move faster, and end the long day. Time always seemed slow during the tough days. Even longer lately, what with Steve being out on seemingly endless weeks of missions.

You really couldn’t complain, considering that that is his job. And it was all for the good of the future. Your future, together. Steve has been open about building a safe and happy future. And being able to secure it, one bad guy at a time.

You chuckle at the thought. Remembering the night Steve said those very words to you...

You had called an hour before, needing to vent. Your work day was one of the worst you’ve had in a while, and Steve, hearing the frustration, and weariness in your voice, took it upon himself to try and make it better. He arranged the pillows to frame your bed, pulled the curtains closed, put the lamp on its dimmest setting, grabbed the comfiest blankets, and made a little love nest for you two love birds.

He nervously looked over every little detail. Fluffing up the pillows, smoothing down the bed sheets, pulling at the curtains, double and triple checking everything. Luckily, you announcing your arrival, broke his intense focus.

Steve rushed off. Tripping and stumbling on his own feet, regaining balance, and taking another look around, before stumbling once more, and finally hopping down to you. Not that you were having any of it. Immediately assuming that Steve had prepared something romantically sexy. Which, in Steve’s opinion, was sweet but nothing romantically sexy about his plans.

But at Steve’s insistence, and puppy dog eyes, you were, albeit begrudgingly on your part, lead upstairs to your converted room.

“You sounded so sad on the phone earlier, I wanted to do something special. Try and make your day a little bit better.”

You smiled as tears slowly filled your eyes. Jumping into Steve’s arms, as he picks you up, and puts you on the bed, to rid you of your work clothes. Slipping you into your favorite button-up of his.

You’d stay in the love nest for hours. Snuggled into the love of your life, except for the few times, he’d get up to get food and water. Insisting that he should get them, not wanting you to get up and leave your little bubble.

Few minutes into your meal of a shared bowl of chocolate covered fruits, Steve’s phone rang. Causing him to step out, to answer it. Not coming back until a few minutes later. His expression crestfallen, but trying his best to keep up a mask of happiness so as to not drag your already down mood. Ofcouse,you knew him well.

“They’re calling you away on another mission?” You asked, after a few minutes of silence.

“Yes. But it’s a necessary evil, if I want to build our future.” Steve sighed, giving you a weary smile.

“And I do want to build it, one bad guy at a time.” He continued, taking both of your hands in his.

“Are you proposing to me right now, Rogers?” You laughed.

“Believe me, Doll. When I propose, you’ll know...” Steve smiled.

“Well, until then, I’ll take a few of your shirts. But even after you ask, you might never get them back.” You declared teasingly, grabbing a strawberry and running off, as Steve gave chase.

You sigh and get up out of bed, deciding to go down to your living room to watch a rom-com with your over-sized stuffed bear. But not before grabbing your favorite button-up shirt, that Steve left at the foot of your bed just before he drove off to the compound for his mission, a few days ago. You pressed it to your nose, inhaling the comforting scent of aftershave and wood, something that was uniquely Steve. And changed into it, buttoning up most of it, and leaving some undone.

You made your way down the stairs and into your kitchen, grabbing some leftovers stored in tupperwares, in your fridge, and preparing to heat them in your microwave. You stepped into your living room, turning on the TV. and arranging the throw pillows, blanket, and your bear, so that your couch has prime comfiness, all before the microwave dinged to signal that your dinner is warm.

You quickly grabbed it, utensils, and Y/F/C/D from the kitchen, carefully carrying them in your arms, and using your elbow to turn off the light in your kitchen. Leaving your living room lamp, and your TV as your only remaining light source. Creating some sort of ambiance that allowed for optimal comfort once you wrapped your shoulders in your blanket, placed your bear on your lap, and pressed play on your movie, before grabbing your food and settling in for the night.

A few hours later, the roar of a Harley can be heard in the distance. A bit toned down, due to Steve knowing that most, if not all of the residents of his neighborhood were soundly and safely tucked in their beds.

The mission was shorter than expected, and for that he silently thanked God. Because he was able to come home to the woman he loved sooner than anticipated, and will be able to surprise her with the best gift he could ever give her. Him.

He shut off the engine, as soon as he arrived and parked on the driveway. Removing his helmet, grabbing his things that he had strapped to the back of his motorcycle, and grabbing his keys to unlock the front door.

The first thing he noticed was the TV was on (hard not to when he noticed the dim glow coming from the living room). The one thing he didn’t expect as he was reaching for the remote was the sight of you holding your bear, the very over-sized bear that he had won for you at the Fair last month, close to you, one of your cozy blankets draped over your shoulders, and the collar of his button-up peaking from under the blanket.

He chuckled at the adorable sight, but sighed softly. Knowing you well enough, that you had a rough day, just by needing any semblance of him near, and needing every aspect of your cozy cocoon in order to feel better. He knew what was needed, and it was something he definitely needed for himself too.

And so, he put his bag and shield down to the side of the recliner to the right of the TV, out of the way, so that none of you would trip on it the next morning. Removed his leather jacket, and placed it on the arm of the couch by your feet, before kneeling down by you, to get on the proper position to be able to pick you up, and carry you bridal style. Hopefully without fully rousing you from your sleep.

You were half awake as Steve slowly made his way up the stairs, to your shared room. The blanket still wrapped around your body, essentially wrapping you up in a burrito. You felt the need to find more warmth and comfort from the solid wall of muscle that you were resting against. And so snuggled needily into it, much to Steve’s amusement.

And that is why he decided to remove his shoes, before going into bed with you a minute later. Not wanting you to spend even a minute without your human teddy bear. He could change and take a shower in the morning, he just knew you both needed the other near.

“I’ve got you, Doll... And I’m not going anywhere...”

a/n: Hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm kind of nervous uploading this, and I'm also worried that it's cringey. Love y'all, Bookies! Stay sane, especially with things coming up in the Fandom soon.

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[criminalskies]

You and Aaron on a Museum Date Together HC's

Photo credits after the cut.

Aaron buys your favorite cup of chai and you go to The Met together.

You spend all day roaming the galleries enjoying the blend of old and new art.

You tease him for not having a favorite artist, but he reminds you that you don't have one either. So you both decide to try and pick a favorite painting.

In the wing with the statues Aaron tries to find the statue that looks most like you. When he finds one, he tells you that you're more beautiful than any work of art.

Aaron goes full dad mode in the ancient art galleries and he has to read all the little signs with information on them. He makes you look to because he's holding your hand.

When the museum gets a little too busy for his liking, you lead him out of the grounds where you stroll around leisurely taking in the pretty day.

Aaron can't help but look at the security measures at the museum and tell you how he'd change them.

The next week, Aaron gets a package from you, it's a print of his favorite painting. He hangs it in his living room and thinks of how you are the most beautiful thing in his life. That you are the living embodiment of perfection.

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Center Row: Middle (@catsadams)

Bottom Row: Left (@doomed-introvert Center and Right (@reading-books-in-the-moonlight

Holy smokes Levi I am so sorry time got away from me in replying to this but !!!!!!!!!!!!! Awwwwwww I love this 🥺. Let me run through these oh my goodness it's just so cute.

I should have known something was up when you were asking me about my favourite drinks 🥰 but awwwwwww that's so sweet. whenever people greet me with a little treat in hand I am reduced to a blushy lump.

The way Aaron would be so so educated on all these artists, old and new, and their styles and the works meanings, meanwhile I'm looking at it and saying it feels like a warm blue blanket and hes just like ??? yeah okay so they actually had to feed their family and-

favourite painting is so much more doable. I was that kid that couldnt even have a favourite toy bc the others would feel left out, so talking about favourite artists in a museum full of art??! awful, I can't do it. A favourite piece, I might be able to manage 😅

STOP IT AJHJDFKHDSJFHS YOU CAN'T JUST DROP SOMETHING THAT SWEET ON ME?! god i'd kiss him until he got dizzy for that one. Or i'd just go beet red. Hopefully both.

He definitely has to read every word on the plaques bc we both know he prides himself on being so well-read and well educated. Like sure he's no Reid but by god Aaron is so fucking knowledgeable on damn near everything and it is so so sexy. Meanwhile if it doesn't have a pulse I know nothing about it. But of course if he's going to hold my hand I'm going to do absolutely anything he wants to.

MUSEUM GARDENS ARE SO SEXY AND HE DEFINITELY KNOWS HOW MUCH I FUCK WITH CUTE PLANTS fjsdhfjshkjfh I would 100% force him to spend equal amounts of time in the fresh air outside just sitting or walking and holding his fricking hand (i forget how badly I just want to hold his silly frickin hand)

He watches the guards swap shifts and he's like pfffft one of them checked in his firearm to the safe before the new guard had even retrieved his, and they had an almost EIGHT minute conversation. That's plenty of time for any thief to- and I'm like aaron aaron it's okay. they're just paintings. It's okay.

LEVI YOU ALWAYS WANT ME TO CRY AND YOU ALWAYS GET ASTONISHINGLY CLOSE TO ACHIEVING IT. what do you meeeeeannnnn he hangs it and thinks I'm the most beautiful thing in his skfjskljsldfkjkflsddjshfjjhgkjfhdkjghdkjfghd what if this killed me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also also also, may I please note that all of these images are just so elegant and set such a tone like they''re so perfect for this little date you're picturing. Gosh I don't know how you do it honey but thank you for sharing these headcanons, they have really brightened my day. Thank you sweetheart 🫂💖💐✨

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[hotpinkboots]

Will you pls writ Din x reader who fixes up the razor crest in the middle of the night so he doesn't have to in morning? english isnt my first languge so I apologize if this doesnt make sense 😶‍🌫️thank you!

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~𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓 w/a Darling Who Fixes The Ship For Him~

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NO YOUR ENGLISH IS WONDERFUL IT MADE PERFECT SENSE DARLING

This is so CUUUTE THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST :D ALSO DARLINGS I think I should mention that I think I hit some sort of link or character limit on the Masterlist? Idk if that's how it works but it will NOT let me add anything else, so I'm gonna make a bunch of Masterlists instead like Undertale/Deltarune Masterlist, Star Wars Masterlist, DHMIS Masterlist, ect. So when I've finished them all, this'll be added to the Star Wars Masterlist rather than the current Masterlist. I said Masterlist so many times it sounds weird now woah... ⭐REMEMBERRR THIS IS ALL PART OF THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 3 EVENT THINGY! Any requests I get with Mando will be done BEFORE any other requests in my inbox! This goes all week long!⭐

~Enjoy~

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𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓

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~Din wakes up early already (not only does he have to, but he's already a light sleeper because he's always on high alert), but some days he wakes up even earlier to fix the ship.

~And he immediately is like "oh" when he sees there's nothing to fix.

~If you're the type of person where you can sleep in, he'll notice it and think it's nice that you woke up just to fix the ship for him. Will probably want to do a little something for you in return <<3

~Or if you're the type of person where you wake up early no matter how late you stayed up, he'll definitely notice you're more sluggish.

~You ruined your sleep schedule for him omg 🥺

~Mando will definitely make sure you know that he noticed you fixed it for him.

~But if you continue to stay up late to fix things so he doesn't have to, he'll ask you to stop. He thinks it's really sweet of you, but he doesn't want you being tired everyday. Not only can it make you slower to react in a dangerous situation, but he really hates seeing you exhausted because you were doing all the work.

~So now it becomes a thing you two bond over, and you end up fixing things together while you talk.

~He loves having a partner that cares about him so much to where they would literally ruin their sleep just to do something for him LOL

~But he won't let you do that anymore.

~Din didn't really realize you care that much until you did that for him.

~Makes him really happy and amused that you were so determined to help out that you woke up in the dead of night to do it.

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[xhdream]

helllo!! i've been reading your blog for a while now and i really like your writing. it does not help that it gets me flustered every time. now i want your opinion on manhandling with gunil because i am SUCH a sucker for this arms. omg its embarrassing 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ can i also be 🫧 anon?? tysm 🥺🥹

hello there! thank you so much for stopping by, i’m happy you enjoy what i share 🫶🏼 welcome to the anon family <3

# gunil + manhandling

loves having you in a headlock. having his arm around your neck while fucking you sideways or in doggy is a pretty regular occurrence for gunil. feeling you digging your nails into his biceps excites him so freaking much. i think there’s a high chance he enjoys breath play, so listening to your sobbing coming out through broken restricted breaths, because of his muscles squeezing your throat turns him on extremely hard. if by any chance you begin to drool or bite on his arm he has to give his all to not finish right there and then. bonus points if there’s a mirror - you look so small with your pretty head getting lost in his strong grip, and so hot while holding onto his flexed arm for dear life, as your weak body squirms from his intense pounding. poor princess, you’re going to break down if he’s not there to hold you tight

throws you around into different positions. nothing gets his strength kink go wild like lifting you as if you’re a feather. bending you, shifting you in different provocative ways. it’s like sometimes you don’t have bones in your body that’s how good he is with this. he guides your legs and arms around always striving for the best and most deep thrusts. he’s flipping you over by the hips for a backshot, dragging you by the legs so you can get to the edge of the bed while he’s kneeling on the floor ready to eat you out. “come here, sweetheart,” he coos, but you don’t have to move an inch, he’s already got you

manhandles you right there and then. sometimes you don’t make it to the bed cause gunil always makes it work - you’re in the car and it’s difficult for you to ride him? he’s holding you by the hips and pounding into you, most definitely leaving marks into your skin he’s kissing later. you’re going out, but one of you wants a quickie? he’s fucking you by holding you in the air with your back against the wall. you’re watching a movie? he pulls you into his lap, lifts you up and fucks you while you’re facing the screen without being able to comprehend a thing. he drops you down after filling you up, and lets you warm him nicely while his heavy palm smacks your thighs and clit, as his voice praises you in the most dirty ways. he loves the challenge of having to make it work despite the place and circumstances, he sees it as a nice workout for his arms

gunil is such a sweet and gentle boyfriend, constantly cooing at you loving words & compliments, but when you’re a brat - you get treated like brats deserve to be treated, and that involves spanking. he can go on for hours - manhandling your pretty cheeks with harsh slaps as you’re placed obediently across his lap. he calls you slurs, and if he’s feeling really heated he may also spit on your ass before going for the next spank. when he decides the punishment is enough, he pins you down on your back while his hands press your wrists together above your head. that’s when he checks if you’ve learnt your lesson by asking questions. somehow you must find a way to answer every single one of them properly, as his cock smashes your core, or he’s flipping you over on your tummy again

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[rinsuniverse]

oh my gosh, thank you so much for all of the sweet woozi content, my heart is so full from reading your works. 🥺🥺 do you think you could write something about woozi missing you while on tour? like he enjoys touring, but his days are so busy and exhausting, and all he wants to do at the end of the day is collapse into bed beside you, but he can't. and maybe a bit about what you could do to try to alleviate his homesickness? thank you again for all your lovely writings!!

woozi missing you on tour! ✧˖°.

this is so cute, anon!

i imagine he'd be in his hotel bed, late after his concert

you promised to stay up so you can call because he said he wanted to update you afterwards

but he's currently dozing off

and you're sitting there on facetime

his phone is leaning against the lamp on his bedside table

and you can see his face in his pillow, his messy hair splayed across his head, covering his eyes

"are you sleeping?"

"mm, no, are you?" he answers, not opening his closed eyes

"i don't know, it looks like you're falling asleep. if you want to sleep, you can-"

"no, it's fine," he says, turning to look at you in the camera

"how was your first concert of the tour?"

"fun, just super exhausting"

"and you have to leave for the next city tomorrow?"

"yes, early in the morning," he groans, closing his eyes again

"you should get some sleep then, silly," you chuckle

"i don't want to, though," he says

"why?"

he says it under his breath, as if he's embarrassed to admit it

"i miss you..."

you chuckle, setting your phone to the side so you can relax and close your eyes, too

"i miss you, too."

his ears become red, but you can't tell since his pillow covers it

it's his first tour since dating you

and it's a weird feeling to have in his chest

different from the homesick feel he has when it comes to when he's missing his parents

and it makes him feel particularly weak in a way

a part of him wants to get up, go to the gym, and workout this feeling of homesickness away

but he decides that letting himself miss you and laying in bed with you on call also laying in your bed is close enough

close enough to being able to lay next to you and listen to your soft breaths as you fall asleep

he finds it comforting

having your presence with him

"talk to me," he says, sleepily

"about what?"

"about your day. about anything."

he wants to hear your voice

he wants you to let him lay his head on your lap as you play with his hair

he wants to pull you into a hug and never let you go

maybe he'll have to call someone so he can beg for you to come on tour with him next time

because he can't take it

but you talk to him

you ramble about your day and he hums in response

or he chuckles when you get frustrated talking about a time at work that pissed you off

he falls asleep with you on call

when he wakes up the next day, super groggily, trying to waddle around the hotel room before he has to check out for his next busy day, he sees you're still on call with him

and he smiles

he even debates just leaving you on call until you wake up or his phone dies

but he doesn't

he hangs up and texts you a simple good morning text

when it comes to you, you want to alleviate his homesickness so much!

when you wake up, you text him a good morning text

maybe even a good morning paragraph, cheering him on

when you go about doing simple things throughout the day, you make sure to take pictures

and send them to him

whether it be a picture of your shopping cart in the grocery store you frequent

or a goofy picture of yourself that you took sneakily at work

and he'll respond with "pff why'd you send that?"

but when he sees those pictures, he smiles so brightly

the members might even ask him why he's smiling goofily at his phone as he's getting his makeup done

and he glares at them when they ask

plus, maybe you left him surprise letters or cards in his suitcase for him to read when he goes through his belongings

you do simple things, too

like leave your phone's ringer on

so you're always a phone call or text away

if you're evil mischievous, you'll send him pictures of you cooking his favorite food

or of you sneaking into his studio alone

and he'll be like "wtf why"

and you're teasing him like "i can share if you get home quickly"

makes him miss you even more

when he gets home, he might go straight back to work in his studio

but you're already there, of course

you know he isn't going straight home

so when he gets to his studio, he looks at you with wide eyes

"yah, what are you doing here?"

"welcome home."

you get up and you hug him

it takes him a moment to realize, but he hugs you back, tighter than he ever has

"i missed you," he says quietly

"i missed you, too"

thank you so much for requesting, anon!!! this was a really cute concept. AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT <3 you're so welcome for all my posts! i'm so sorry that i took forever to reply, but here it is! i hope it's satisfactory! feel free to request many, many more things! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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[shankschewtoy]

Please only do if you want to, but I loved the imitating your SO a bit too much and I’m a shit stirrer. What would the other guys from One Piece do if you were imitating them? 👀

a/n - dw I’m gonna cause as much trouble as I can for you lmao- and I’m assuming ace is a good choice because of your pfp 👀 tysm for requesting! (I’m so sorry if I didn’t end up writing the character you wanted originally 😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - not proofread, g/n reader

Mocking Ace + Corazon + Luffy

Ace

- this boy is a really sweet guy! All he wants is for you to be safe and sound :)

- being the s/o of fire fist ace was pretty cool other than the fact that whenever you cuddled with him- you’d get pretty hot quickly lmao

- he gets sad whenever you have to take a break from cuddling him and turn the ac on in the summer 🥺

- “y/n come back-“

- “ace you’re really warm.. I’ll be back in five minutes ok?”

- “🥺 I need cuddles though.”

- you had to slightly laugh at your boyfriend’s cute little sad face he made

- “I need cuddles tho-“ you said, trying to make the same puppy dog eyes he was making

- I think you made him cry.

- … I’m not in a shit stirring mood anymore bec these characters are rlly sweet and soft 😭

- you even imitated his voice just to poke fun and tease his little needy self

- You didn’t expect to make him feel bad and sulk while hugging a pillow- !

- he turned away from you and silently just- (broke down) inside while cuddling a cold pillow which he thought was a poor replacement of your cuddles

- the poor boy was so hurt by your actions, and you didn’t even mean for it to be that way 😭

- you had to apologize and give him plenty of hugs and kisses to get this golden retriever energy boy back on his feet lol

- “Ace it was a joke- I’m sorry! I love your cuddles-“ You tried to say, wrapping your arms around the man, cupping his cheeks in your hands

- “… I don’t make that face.” He mentioned softly, burying his head in your chest like a little baby needing attention

- “Pft- you do through.”

- “do not.”

- “do too.”

- “… do not.”

Corazon

- this man is the definition of a gentle giant :)

- 9’7 (ty @ewfilthymundane for telling me cuz I thought this man was 6’0 for the longest time-) and all he needs is you 🥺

- The problem with being so large is that sometimes he can suffocate you when he lays on top of you while hugging your torso

- So maybe it’s better for you to lay on top of him instead of the other way lmao

- but you still let him cuddle you because his cuddles are the best ✨

- he sometimes works for days on end, so when he returns, he literally just- collapses into you like a pile of mush 😭

- you’re on the sofa, and he just- bleh

- “Rosi, welcome home..” you said, kissing his forehead, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair

- man was kinda drowsy- so he looked a bit hazey

- “Mmm.. thank you baby..” His arms subconsciously just wrapped around you, his legs curling up underneath yours

- he was snuggling closer to you as you were just watching some tv, but you decided to poke some fun (bec yes. Shit stirring mood)

- you grabbed his old beanie, putting it on your head and quickly trying to put on the lipstick without your sleepy boyfriend noticing

- (this is at a time when he’s a marine now :)

- “What are you doing y/n?..” He asked drowsily, slightly opening his eyes to check what all the commotion was about

- His eyes immediately widened when he saw your whole new look

- “Silent.” You said, snapping your fingers like he would always do

- man was shook

- but also extremely confused because when he’s tired like this, his brain isn’t functioning lmao

- “wh- why are you wearing my beanie…?”

- “You don’t like it??”

- “No-! It looks good on you- but why are you- wait. WAS THAT ME YOU WERE IMPERSONATING?!”

- … Cora 💀

- “YES YOU-“

- cut him some slack lmao he sets his shoulder on fire everyday

- man was shook x10

- omg he was actually kind of scared, and embarrassed 😭

- “Y/n- please don’t impersonate me..”

- “Why?? You’re so cute!”

- You pinched his cheeks together, and it made him feel a bit better that you thought of him that way :)

- I mean he still didn’t enjoy being impersonated but- you ended up giving him kisses later with his lipstick on lmao

Luffy

- you dare to try and impersonate the absolute KING of impressions?!

- nah nah nah hold up

- “GOMU GOMU NOOOOOO!” You shouted, throwing your fists forward in front of Nami and Chopper

- “HAHA! You sound just like him!” Nami cackled, struggling to breathe

- it was like Luffy SMELLED the mocking going on like- he was there in front of you guys within seconds

- “Y/n. Was that me??”

- “Yes Luffy, who else says that.”

- “You’re the one who’s always telling me not to jump into the ocean! dOn’T jUmP inTo tHe oCeAn! YoU aTe a dEvIl fRuIt aNd CaN’T sWim-!” He said, trying to imitate your voice and movements

- you were offended

- “YOU’RE THE ONE OBSESSED WITH MEAT!”

- “YOU TELL ME IM DUMB ALL THE TIME!”

- “BECAUSE YOU ALMOST ACCIDENTALLY ATE CHOPPER!”

- “… Nami- will they stop?”

- “Once Sanji makes dinner they’ll settle down.”

- “I KNOW WHAT READING IS Y/N I’M NOT STUPID!”

- “OI! Dinner!” -Sanji

- “… I’ll race you!” -Luffy speeds to the kitchen like a madman

- god he was a handful. But you love him 😭

- “see? all Luffy needs is food.” -Nami

a/n - hehe these were funny 😭

<3

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[gucciwins]

OMG your latest firefighter blurb was absolutely incredible and i’m actually obsessed with them🥺 i can just imagine after that storm that harry would light a fire on their wooden fireplace back home and cuddle up close to firebug and talk about literally sweet nothings :(((

thank you so much, darling 🤗 firefighter!harry has a special place in my heart. he's so in love with his firebug

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“What are we watching tonight?” Y/N asks from the kitchen as she finishes serving their cup of hot chocolate. Harry was kind enough to pick up a few donuts while she finished in the shower. He told her they both deserved it after the day they had. She knows he did it because he knows they’re her favorite. It also helps that she showered him in kisses when she saw the familiar purple box on the counter. 

“Thought we could watch a movie, angel.” 

She hums, “it’s your turn to choose.” 

“What are we in the mood for?” 

Y/N laughs; Harry always does this. He wants to pick a movie he knows she’ll enjoy. She doesn’t mind what they watch; she loves being cuddled in his arms. “Surprise me, H.”

He sighs dramatically. She sets their mugs down on the coasters Harry bought for them when they visited his mom and sister in England. They’re a pair of angel wings, and she loves that he bought them because they reminded him of her. He always seems to do that. Y/N settles down on the couch, watching him tend the fire to their fireplace. 

Y/N had known her house was always too big, but she bought it when prices were low and she was thinking of a future she might have. Now more and more, the future has been getting clear, especially when she sees Harry right by her side for every new step. She never dared touch the fireplace because she was afraid something would happen if she stepped away from it. Harry was so excited as winter came and saw that the fireplace looked as good as new. He took it upon himself to show Y/N how to properly start the fire and turn it off so that no sparks would reignite it. He even went to show her what she had to do in an emergency, though he promised her that would not be the case. 

“Warm enough, firebug?” Harry turns around, happy to see her snuggled underneath the blankets he dropped on their couch. 

She opens up her arms, calling him to her. “Cuddle me, please.” 

“You never even have to ask,” he assures her. 

Harry steps away from the fire and falls right on top of her making her laugh ring out loud through their home. He knows it’s the best feeling in the world to be right here with the love of his life. He easily shifts them to lay on their sides, both able to hear the opening notes of the movie. 

“What movie did you pick?” She whispers. 

“Tangled.” 

She giggles, “good choice.” 

They lay sideways, Y/N never turning her back against Harry to look at the screen, not bothering to sing along as she would have every other time. No, her focus is solely on Harry tonight. He doesn’t mind one bit. 

“TJ told me how he and Carols are thinking about getting a pet.” Harry shares with Y/N.

“Yeah, they seem like dog dads.” 

Harry laughs, “what do I seem like? Hmmm, pretty angel.” 

Y/N feels her face flush and resists the urge to hide, knowing Harry loves seeing her smiley, especially when he’s the reason. “A cat, dad.”

“Yeah, you want me to share my love with a little kitten.” 

“Only if you promise to still love me the most,” she confesses. 

Harry shakes his head, pressing his lips against hers. “The easiest promise of my life, there is no competition.” 

“I feel we’ve kept many plants alive, and I think we’re ready for the next step.” 

“Do you?” Harry brushes a few strands of her away. 

“Mhm… wouldn’t you like that?” 

“Mimi Y/LN-Styles.”

She scrunches her nose at his name suggestion. “I do like our last names together.” 

“Fine, no, Mimi.”

Y/N raises her hand, letting herself trace Harry’s eyebrows down his nose until she reaches his lips. “Maybe on Sunday, we can go check out the shelter?” 

Harry playfully nips at her fingertip as she retraces his soft lips. She giggles, pulling back her finger. “Want to make me a daddy,” he teases.

“Harry!” She pulls back, shocked, slapping his shoulder gently. He shrugs, clearly amused. “You’re a dork.”

He tugs her back close to his chest, not liking the gap she created. “Love you so much, angel.”

She sighs, melting into him. “Love you,” she promises back.

“We can start with a fish,” he jokes. 

“Or a snake,” she teases.

“Now hang on….” 

Y/N knows that whatever comes next in life is something she is excited about because she gets to do it with Harry.

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[eviesaurusrex]

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Tom Sturridge x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A short sweet moment between Tom and his girlfriend YN at his autograph booth at Comic Con

word count: smth along 1.4k

warnings: none, pure tooth rotting fluff, mentioning of reader being shorter than Tom

author’s note: I met Tom this weekend and had this idea the second I returned to my hotel room last night 🥺❤️ Just ignore it, but I had to write this down.

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The internet—especially Twitter—desperately tried to figure out if Tom’s girlfriend would be with him during the German Comic Con, mostly because someone started to spread the rumors of sightings of YN at the New Yorker Comic Con as well as the Dallas Fan Festival. But none of the fans actually saw her, so the rumor that YN was seen in Germany spread like wildfire on social media. On the first day of Comic Con, Twitter was flooded by tweets looking for the still kinda mysterious woman because barely anything was known about her.

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thesandmanforever Did someone see YN already??

user1 please, for the love of god, tell us poor unfortunate souls about YN if you happen to see her 😭

tomsturridgedaily Gonna keep my eyes and ears open for YN

user2 oh my… I THINK I SAW YN AT THE COSPLAY AREA

tomandyn YN stood right in front of me in the line for bubble tea 😱

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Tom just sent another of his lovely fans off after he had signed a deluxe edition of The Sandman—the same one he had standing on his shelve at home—and wanted to greet the next one with a smile, as movements behind him distracted the man from the people in front of him. Slightly, he turned in his seat to check if everything was alright back where his convention assistant stood, who helped him stick to his schedule, but was taken by surprise at the sight of a very familiar and very loved face.

YN had stuck her head from behind the dividers, her face glowing, her eyes shining, and her lips forming into a wide smile. “Hey, handsome,” she greeted him with her signature soft voice he still fell head over heels with every single day all over again. “Hello, love.” She thanked the dark-haired assistant silently as he let her pass to get to Tom at his table. She grinned and looked from him to his waiting fans, gently waving in their direction. Instantly, YN received wide smiles, eager faces, and waves in return, accompanied by a handful of shy Hey, YN greetings. “I’m almost already gone again and will let him dedicate his attention back to you, guys. I only need one second if that’s alright with you?” She felt like intruding, but she wanted to check up on him, see if he needed anything she could get for him, and gladly, everyone in front of them nodded heavily.

YN didn’t even mind the phone cameras sneakily directed at them and their interaction.

And with that, she turned back to Tom, who stared up at her with a tender smile on his beautiful face. The woman couldn’t stop her hands from cradling his jaw and caressing through the mop of dark unruly hair after she had put down the steaming hot to-go cup she had brought with her. “Brought you some tea, love. Thought you could use a cup, and I got you—” YN let go of him to rummage through the black tote bag she carried on her right shoulder and conjured a bag of snacks out of there. “—some snacks. There is this stall in one of the other halls which sells dried fruits and nuts, so I got you something from there, and I also got you a little something from the bakery I went to before I drove here.” The bag found its new spot in his hands, and the man continued to stare up at her, entirely in awe of how she took care of him even though she wasn’t obliged to do so. His love for this woman continued to grow every day, but today, it reached a new all-time high.

Never in his life had he felt this loved and cherished, and he adored how they both took care of one another. And YN was a strong side and pillar to lean against during the last couple of weeks, always holding up with his busy schedule, always being there and traveling with him. But Tom knew how happy she’d be as soon as they headed home on Sunday night—just as happy as he would be. He loved to see all his fans, especially after the whole covid situation where conventions like this weren’t even thinkable, but after so many weeks, he craved the comfort and quietness of their shared home.

Blinking up at her, Tom showed another small smile. “You didn’t have to…—” was all he could push out before a finger found his lips and silenced him immediately. YN softly grinned at him and pressed an even softer kiss to his forehead. “Please, don’t be silly. I told you I would pop in here and there to check up on you and bring you some treats. But I gonna leave now, yeah? Let you get back to all those lovely people.” He really didn’t want to let her go just yet but knew that it was the most responsible thing. He would have her for the rest of his life, after all. So he nodded but raised from his chair to hold her for a second. The man didn’t even see the many phones pointed at them, didn’t even hear the voice from the other table shouting something about photos in German.

YN smiled up at him, now smaller than him, and let her arms wrap around his slim waist while his arms rested around her shoulders. “What are you up to now? Any appointments?” He wiggled sillily with his dark brows because he knew of all the many tickets in her tote, even though she believed to be as sneaky as possible about it, and made the woman laugh snortingly. “Well, y’know? Jus’ some hot dates with some people. Sandwiched between Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley, for example.” Now it was YN’s turn to wiggle her eyebrows and make Tom laugh softly under his breath. “I knew it,” he teased her, and the woman only grinned. “But seriously, I only have a couple of tickets for some photos, and I wanted to check out the artist alley upstairs. I will be back sooner than you think.”

After all, she only was a writer and author of steaming hot romance novels and poems about every aspect of life, and to see her longtime silly crushes? That was an opportunity she couldn’t let pass, even though she knew some of them personally, like Charlie and Elden, but she loved to surprise them.

Tom nodded at that and pressed a kiss to her temple, not daring to kiss her in front of all those people. However, he really wanted to because she was just this pretty in her comfortable convention outfit, consisting of some denim jeans and her favorite hoodie—which was actually his hoodie. “I hope you have fun, darling, and don’t forget to drink enough, ‘promise?” YN cooed lowly, cupped his cheek, and kissed the corner of his mouth before smiling up at him. “Of course, love. Don’t forget your tea. If you need anything else, just send me a text.” And with that, they parted from each other, and YN walked smiling along the line of waiting people before one of them almost shouted: “We love you, YN!”

With blushing cheeks, the woman waved lightly, feeling her heartbeat fasten, and disappeared between the other waiting people.

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hourlytomsturridge I witnessed Tom and YN, and I never felt so single in my life

TomIsSandman YN brought Tom some snacks and something hot to drink to his autograph booth, and I think I will never see something sweeter.

tomsturridgedaily I want what Tom and YN have.

user1 YN is the sweetest human being on earth. Not only does she deeply care for Tom and take care of him, no. She also supported so many artists up at the artist alley, and I think I saw Tom and her later on, and he carried a lot of stuff. I guess that was her loot for today :D

user2 YN LN bought almost all my stickers and was like “I love stickers so much, literally every device case is plastered with stickers, and i can bring some for my two best friends because they’re Animal Crossing addicts like me” 🥺❤️

tomandyn I met YN twice today, and during the second time, we sat there, drank our bubble tea, and then she casually told me that she would be attending as Scarlet Witch tomorrow because she’s one of her favorite Marvel characters. This woman is not only a writing goddess of exceptionally wonderful romance and smut, but she is also a cosplayer. I envy Tom 🤯

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Yeah, I don’t know what I did here, but I had to, bye 👉🏻👈🏻❤️ As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

P.S. Tom is the world’s greatest hugger. His hugs are ✨chefskiss✨

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[fatuismooches]

HIYA SMOOCHES!!!! you know me, always on the pantalone brainrot 😵‍💫 i welcome it at this point!

i was having such a bad night earlier this week and could not stop thinking about pantalone just coddling his darling <3 like he’s so gentle and sweet his literal presence is just so soothing AHH. imagining his hands cradling each side of your face, stroking your cheeks as he kisses you~

ALSO just. Hes so tall 😍 i know his hugs are SO NICE especially because i feel like he’s the type to sway you as his arms are around you

i hope school is treating you well smooches!!!! Checking your blog and reading through your posts is my fave nighttime ritual <3 it’s really so calming :)

AHHH HI!!! ❤️❤️ I'm glad to see you back here <3 I'm so sorry about your night, I hope you feel better :( *hugs you*

But yes you're so right,,, ;( Pantalone is SUCH a coddler and pamperer, in all aspects. Verbal? He'll be whispering sweet words and reassurances to you all night. Don't want to talk about it? That's okay, he'll put that soothing voice of his to good work and read you a nice story instead. Physical? Ah he is SO doting on you the whole time, honestly don't even try to compete with him in the affection department because he will have you beat every time. He will be so soft the whole time, cradling you in his strong arms and his fluffy coat if you want extra security, first kissing the top of your head and then making his way down to your face, neck, chest, etc :( he's such a sweetie when he comes to you <3 And even if you're not feeling up to that you're being spoiled with gifts anyway, anything will be done for you, he will take you places, get your favorite meals prepared, I mean anything 🤭 pampering is always to the max with this man...

I know the height always makes me swoon 😭😭 He's the kind of guy to spread his arms out teasingly, inviting you to hug him, and of course you do... he probably picks you up a little bit by accident too and then ends up carrying you bridal style to wherever 🤭

Thank you!! School has been school, you know 😅 But omg I'm so glad my blog can be calming to you, I'm so happy 🥺❤️ I hope work and life gets better for you as well ❤️

#smooches talks #GIVING YOU ALL MY LOVE <333 MWAHHH #but fr pantalone has to be on the list of top ten doting genshin men 😌 #pantalone love notes <3

[youflowerr-youfeast]

Daisy. ( II )

Author’s note: OMG! You are all so gorgeous! Thank you so much for all the love and feedback. Here is part two of my little babies! 🥺💕 I hope you enjoy! I do have a few more thoughts for these two. G xx

Summary: y/n gets a text from Harry and he has very expensive taste in wine.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

3k words.

Part III

Music filled the small, eclectic London flat. Freya, your housemate, had spent years collecting hundreds of records which she more than willingly gave you free reign over.

Obviously, having no vision made it hard to: a) choose a record, and b) put on and play the record, but after a bit of practice you were getting the hang of it.

The music just always ended up being a bit of a lucky dip - whatever you pulled off the shelf.

This particular evening The Cranberries filled out the warm space of the living room, as you worked on studying some new content that had been covered in a lecture that afternoon.

You’d sat yourself on the floor in front of the small coffee table, while Daisy had placed herself on her bed in the corner of the room with a tasty dental stick that you’d rewarded her with.

You heard the jingle of keys coming from the direction of the front door, signalling the return of your housemate, Freya.

“Y/N! I’m home! I also come bearing some roast chicken for Dais! Mum was trying to get rid of it!” She called out as the entered the shared flat.

“Living room!” You called back as you kept typing with you special braille keyboard, whilst using VoiceOver to check your punctuation and spelling every now and then.

Freya walked into the room, dropped her bags and smiled warmly, “Hello gorgeous girlies,” she greeted and immediately made her way to Daisy to give her a big pat and cuddle ‘hello’.

You’d smile in her general direction, “How was home?” You asked, knowing she’d been back up north for a few days to see her family.

She let a small groan, but giggles at the same time, “It was fine. Mum is just always a handful,” she responded and made her way to you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

As she did, she couldn’t help but notice your phone screen lighting up with a few messages. You’d placed it on silent whilst studying to save yourself from the distraction.

“Someone is texting you, my love- ooh, unknown number,” Freya commented while glancing down at the phone screen.

Your head turned in her direction, “Oh, really? Probably just spam.” You replied. To be blatantly honest, your friendship circle wasn’t huge, so to receive messages from unknown numbers was a rarity.

“Want me to read?” Freya asked while sitting down on the floor beside you.

You nodded with a small shrug, “Go ahead.”

You trusted Freya enough to allow her regular access to your phone to do things like read a message or email to you or quickly jot down a reply for you. She held up your phone to your face to unlock it and pressed into the message.

“I hope Daisy is keeping up to date with her beauty and skincare routine. Want her looking nice and pretty when I see her next. Harry xx- sorry, what? Who the fuck is Harry? And what is this message about?!”

You quickly reached out in her direction to try and snatch your phone back off her, but clearly she had the upper hand in being able to keep it from your reach - not in a nasty way, just in a playful, best friend manner.

“Freya! Give it to me- it’s nothing, seriously. It’s just this guy that was doting over Daisy as I was walking to the park,” you tried to explain as you finally retrieved your phone from her grip.

“Just some guy that you just gave your number too?” She asked full of giggles. You could hear the smirk on her face.

“I-“ you fell short of words to say and you felt slightly embarrassed because you rarely received male attention and now, in retrospect, giving a random man your number might have been a really dumb move on your behalf, especially when you are a little more vulnerable than most.

“It was dumb. I didn’t think he’d actually text.. plus I’m not going to reply,” you said softly, feeling slightly insecure and turning back to your studies.

“Baby! It’s not dumb! It think it’s great that you finally did something so spontaneous. It’s about time you start putting yourself out there,” she quickly reassured you, “Plus! He’s very clearly flirting with you!” She giggles and nudged you playfully.

You simply giggled through a small sigh, “Doubt it, Frey,” you mumbled as you continued to type on your keyboard.

She let out a small, playful groan and nudged you again before standing up, “Text him back. Promise me. Even if it is nothing or he turns out to be a creep, then it’s done and you can block the number, but just this once, give it a try, sweet pea,” she pleaded with you.

You let out a little groan crossed with a giggle and rubbed your face with your hands, “Ugh, god. Ok, fine.. I’ll do it,” you said giving in.

“Promise?” She insisted.

“Promise.”

You soon heard her bedroom door close, signalling that you were now left alone. Your hands dropped to your lap in nervousness, not at all knowing how to respond to this text message.

You let out a small sigh and reached for your phone, “Fuck it, just do it,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gained access to your phone and used the VoiceOver tool to navigate your way to your text messages. Texting was a skill that took time for you to learn, due to needing to learn how to operate an on-screen braille keyboard, but now, you were used to it. The more comfortable you get with people you start to simply use voice messages, but you weren’t jumping that the opportunity to send one to a stranger. Within a few minutes of thinking and rewriting, you had finally crafted a response and sent it before you when into full overthinking-panic mode.

‘She’s currently working on a dental stick to get her teeth nice and clean for you, but I can’t promise she won’t wreak of roast chicken.’

Within moments there was an instant reply.

You used your VoiceOver tool to dictate the message for you.

‘Shit. I’ve just gone vegetarian. Might have to wine and dine you instead.’

You couldn’t help but giggle at the flirtatious response.

You have in very quickly, instead of the hassle of using your special phone keyboard, you decided to send a voice message.

“Look, I’m willing to accept, but you’re the one that has to break her heart and tell her it’s over,” you recorded into your phone.

He soon replied in the same format of a voice message,

“The brightest suns burn the fastest, Daisy, I’m sorry. Your mum and I just make more sense.”

The recording gave you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you heard his voice once more. Sound had become so important to you because it’s once of the most important ways you enjoy life now. His voice felt like velvet to your ears. You liked it most when you could hear his smile. The two of you continued to quip and joke with each other through voice messages for another hour or two until a small, relaxed date was organised. You’d expressed that new, foreign environments make you anxious. If you don’t know your way around or are at least semi-familiar with the staff, it can send you into a bit of a spiral. You don’t like feeling anyone’s pity, and most importantly, you don’t like people watching when things go wrong for you. So it was decided that you would have a small dinner date in your flat where he had promised to cook. You also informed him that your housemate would be present, but in her room.

Just in case.

Harry was sat in his Range Rover outside the townhouse that he’d been invited to for dinner.

His backseat had a few Waitrose bags with the ingredients for the meal he’d planned to cook for you and a bottle of wine he’d brought from his own collection.

He couldn’t lie to himself. He was slightly nervous. And he knew exactly why.

You hadn’t the slightest clue who he was.

For over 10 years he’d been living the fact that he was Harry Styles, pop star, actor, sex symbol.

The majority of women he interacted with already adored him - told him he was gorgeous, told him he was beautiful, told him he was handsome.

And now? This girl couldn’t see him. Not that he thought he was.. it’s just all he ever heard… but to you he was just Harry.

It was like a massive weight off his shoulders, but a whole new crushing one at the same time. For once there was no expectations, but now it was purely down to who he was as a person which was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sure, you knew the name and you knew the big singles. But, without a face to the name.. it wouldn’t occur to you whatsoever. Nor were you majorly into pop culture.

He let out a deep breath and did a once over of his outfit and climbed out of his car and grabbed the bags with the ingredients he required.

He let himself through the small gate that let up to the townhouse. The door was painted a soft pastel pink which made him smile.

He let out a short puff of air and knocked on the door gently.

He could hear the scratching of Daisy’s claws against the hard wood floors and a bark or two of excitement that someone was at the door.

“Daisy! No, come on. You know better. No barking,” he heard your sweet voice kindly reprimand the dog.

“Who is it?” You asked on the other side of the door as you felt around to unlatch the chain.

“It’s Harry! Sorry.. I’m a bit late. Forgot to get petrol,” he said through the door.

It then opened revealing you in one of the cutest outfits he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but let his dimples dig into his face.

“Hi! No problem at all! I was just finishing up cleaning the living room - Daisy kind of owns the place with all of her toys,” you joked with a sweet smile.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you, so much so he nearly forgot he needed to reply.

“Well, I suppose she needs to let loose after a week of heartbreak..-“ he began to joke but cut himself off, “‘m sorry, I just- you look really beautiful..” he’d admit.

The words that left his lips had your cheeks flare with pink, “Oh, thank you.. that’s so kind.. I um- I’m sure you look handsome,” you’d turn your head downward with a small smile. You were both equally as smiley as you welcomed him into your home. You guided yourself into the living room and pointed out the kitchen to him. He took in the space. It was decorated so eclectically. Art on the walls, candles, mismatched furniture, rugs. But it all went together so well.

“It’s a cute little place you’ve got here..” he said with a smile as he looked at a framed picture of you and Freya dressed up for a wedding you attended last summer. Your hair was longer then, he noted to himself.

“Oh, thanks.. I mean, Freya, my housemate does it all. Her world.. I’m just living in it,” you joked.

He chuckles softly, “Ok, tell me where the wine glasses are and we can get started, yeah?”

You led him to the kitchen and he watched as you felt for the cupboard that contained the cups and glasses. He was amazed at the skill and independence you displayed in your own home.

“Here we are,” you said as you placed the glasses on the counter top.

Harry went about pouring the wine - he would never tell you it was a vintage merlot worth nearly £450, but he wanted to bring something special.

He smiled when you wouldn’t stop commenting on how amazing it tasted.

“You’ll need to give the name of the wine, it’s delicious,” you remarked once more.

“Mm. No. It’s my little secret. So if you want more, you’ll have to see me again,” he replied smoothly.

“Wow. Not the blackmail within the first 25 minutes,” you chuckled as she leant against the counter.

He laughed sweetly and the sound was heaven to your ears. It was one of those sounds that made you feel like life was worth it even if you couldn’t see who it was coming from. Harry was soon acquainting himself with your kitchen and preparing you both dinner while you got to know each other with general small talk and jokes. The basics of hometowns and families were shared. You told him that you were currently completing a degree in social work and psychology. He tried his best to keep you talking about that before you asked him what he did.

“Uh, me? I’m working in music production at the moment.. it’s all pretty boring.” He tried to shrug off.

“Doesn’t sound very boring,” you giggled, “Have you ever met anyone famous?”

He winced slightly to himself but still smiled… he didn’t want you to know, but he didn’t want to lie.

“Uh.. yeah, here and there, but I try to just stick to myself and do my own work.”

You smiled, “I like that! Celebrities are scary anyway,” you joked.

He felt his muscles tighten, “Y-yeah.. trust me, I.. I know..” he tried to say through a smile, “anyway, I’m just about nearly done, so shall we top up our wines and eat?” He asked, desperately trying to change the topic. Thankfully, you couldn’t read his face so you couldn’t entirely tell any difference. You nodded with a grin and went about pouring the wines and moving to the couch with food. By this time, Daisy was fast asleep on her bed and you were multiple “lucky-dip-records” deep. You both ate Harry’s delicious cooking with you repeatedly telling him how good it was and soon the bottle of wine was finished.

“Do you mind.. do you mind if I ask how you lost your sight?” He inquired as softly and politely as he could as you both settled comfortably on your lounge.

“Oh, sure, it’s fine. I um- when I was like seven, my family and I were holidaying in Scotland and my sister and I were skating on a frozen pond one afternoon, and my skate got caught on some uneven ice and I fell and hit my head quite bad.. and yeah, since then…. Nothing..” you explained with a small nod.

“‘m sorry.. for it all.. it’s not fair.” He responded, his voice just above a whisper while assessing every aspect of your face.

You’d nod simply, “I know.. but it is what it is.. I just take it one day at a time.”

You both fell into a brief silence before you broke it, “What.. what do you look like..?” You asked softly.

“Oh.. uh-“ he blushed slightly, “um.. quite tall. About 6 foot. And I um.. I have brown hair.. kind of curly. It’s shortish at the moment but sometimes I let it grow out.. and I have greenish eyes.. kind of pale, but I can get an ok tan in the summer.. and uh.. I’ve got a few tattoos.. mostly on my arms and chest.. uh.. yeah.. I think that’s about it..” he chuckles, trying his best to explain his appearance. You couldn’t lie. Everything he said sounded extremely handsome. It made your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks flush a little pink.

“You sound very beautiful..” you commented quietly.

He immediately blushed and smiled a smile that had his dimples show off.

“Thank you.. I um.. I’m not so sure, but that’s kind of you to say.”

“This is odd, I know.. but would I be able to feel your face..?” You asked with a slight tinge of embarrassment.

“Yes..” he replied without a second thought.

He watched your hands hesitate in your lap slightly, so he gently reached across and took both of them in his and gently placed them on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in contentment as he felt your warm hands on his skin. It was almost euphoric. You could feel his sharp cheekbones and jawline, his slight stubble, you could feel the end song his curls touching his forehead and his soft, smooth skin. You trailed your hand back down his face gently and brushed a thumb over his lips. As soon as you realised you pulled your hand back in embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He cut you off instantly, “Please never apologise.. it’s ok..” he reassured and gently took your hand once more. He guided your hand back to his face and gently placed your fingertips on his lips. You felt you face blush, but you didn’t mind anymore. His lips felt so soft and warm.

“I- can I kiss them?” You blurted out without a second thought, surprising yourself. Surely, it must be the wine speaking, you thought.

You felt him smile against your fingertips,

“Jesus Christ.. please..” he mumbled with a nod.

You leaned in ever so slowly, finding your way and gently guiding your nose to brush on his. You both remained this way for a moment just enjoying the closeness, before he could no longer hold off. He pressed his soft lips to yours and it felt like fire ignited your entire body. You haven’t been able to see anything for over 18 years, but you could feel every colour under the sun bursting in your body as he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, but still held a passion. He tasted of the merlot you had both consumed and you couldn’t get enough of it. The moment you both pulled away short of breath, his smile lit up his face which you could feel under your hands.

“God.. Y/N.. what are you doing to me?”

AHHH! Ok, but I had so much fun writing this! So PLEASE let me know what you think. I’m not quite done with them yet, so give me all your thoughts and feelings! Love you all! 💕

G xx

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Just wanted to say that you are absolutely sweet and lovely person and thank you for, not only positive posts that are always so nice to see, but also for your messages always checking to see if me and other people are doing fine when the tag is filled with discourse 🩷 Hope you have the loveliest of times 🫂

GHOST I ADORE YOU 🥺🥺🫂❤️ Thank you for always being so lovely also!! You're so wholesome and wonderful 🥰 I'm so thankful to be your mutual! :D

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Seven Cubes of Sugar 

Twelfth Doctor x Immortal!Alien!Reader, mentions of Eleventh Doctor x Immortal!Alien!Reader

Author’s Note: This is my first Doctor Who fic! I really don’t like Doctor x human because that has an abundance of issues, so I made reader be nonhuman, and immortal simply cause I don’t want the Doctor to lose more people 🥺 The book mentioned is “Before the Coffee Gets Cold” by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. Also, this is for #dwweek2022 Day One - Favorite Doctor! I hope you enjoy :D 

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Words: 2.2k 

Warnings: Fluff (the title is in reference to how fluffy I tried making this), swearing, soft!Twelve, mentions of Doctor’s insecurity/self-hatred, kind of choppy. 

Summary: A day at the park, reflecting on your Doctor, with a book and some ice cream. 

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It was on Trenzalore that you met the Doctor.

You had lived there long before the humans came. You were born on that planet, played, grew up…and first died there… But that’s a story for another time.

You were coming back from visiting an old friend in the village when you saw him, the Doctor, a strange man, speaking to a crowd like he was a part of the townsfolk.

He was weary of you, he couldn’t stay near you for long, called you unnatural. Soon after, as the years went by, people he knew and befriended in Christmas started to pass away, and the only person to feel his grief, to understand, was you. And so, you two grew closer. Becoming friends, and then more, until he married you.

He told you about his companions, all the adventures, every good and bad and in-between moment of his life. Afterall, you and Bowtie had almost a millennium together stuck on that planet.

Then came the Daleks, and with them, the Doctor’s death. Well, that’s what you thought until he was granted more regenerations.

The Doctor had taken his regeneration really hard. Going from being young to an old and angry man had been hard for him. His tiredness, his pain, his hurt, it was all etched into the wrinkles of his skin. He didn’t even need to look into a mirror to see it, he simply had to look at his hands to be reminded of his new body, of his new self. There was so much he couldn’t stand about his new regeneration.

And then there was you: young looking, forever stuck at the same age, and heart-stoppingly in love with him. You have always been unwavering in your adoration, in your kindness, in your support. As the bowtie-wearing Doctor, he never felt deserving of you; sometimes yet, he almost couldn’t bear the fact that you were tied down to him. But you have always been strong in your love for him, always soothing his fears and concerns with your gentle words, your soft touches, and your calming presence.

In the beginning he tried pushing you away, tried distancing himself from you. You, in turn, always grabbed his hand and pulled him back to you. Even though it wasn’t easy, you had steadily assured him that you don’t mind his new self, that you love him all the same.

So here you two are, several years into him teaching at St. Luke’s, in a park in the middle of the day, having a not-really-but-kind-of date. This Doctor, more than Bowtie, gravitated towards reading, and that’s what he is currently doing. Sitting on the dark green bench, one leg crossed over the other, and a book in his lap.

Upon entering the park, you had immediately noticed the small ice cream stand. Given your Doctor’s sweet tooth, you left him to get comfortable on the bench while you went to go buy a cone to share.

“Thank you, enjoy.”

You thank the man in return and head over to the Doctor. As you walk, you watch him. You love watching him when he’s giving his undivided focus to something, whether that be the TARDIS, in lectures, a book, or you. Each thing, each occurrence called for a different expression on his face, but the way he fully immersed himself always intrigued you.

Yet, no matter how focused he could get in other things, your Doctor was always in tune with you.

Your husband has come a long way since he regenerated into this body. You still remember the first day you spent with the Scottsman dragging you around Victorian London.

———————

You watch as the Doctor snatches the newspaper off the ground and waddles back to the old man, grabbing him and forcing him to look down at the paper.

Though this body is quite different and the mannerisms not as open, as child-like, he still behaves similarly to Bowtie. Minds working faster than anyone could fathom and having a general lack of social skills. Hence, the terrorization of the poor man.

All in all, you know the Doctor—your Doctor—is still the same. Different, yes—but still the Doctor. Still the man you spent the last nine hundred years with. Still the man who tries his very best to help those that need it, whether they realize they need it or not.

A shout from the homeless man brings you back from your observations. The Doctor is wrestling the man, whose name neither of you bothered to gather, for his coat. This, you decide, is probably a good time to intervene.

“Fine!” the Doctor throws his hands in the air, letting go of the man’s collar. “Fine! Fine, fine! You don’t want to give me your coat. Okay!” He steps back from the man and rubs his hands together. “H-How about,” he cuts himself off, looking around like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “Yeah. Yeah! How about a trade?! I’ll give y—here! Take my watch! I’ll give you my watch for your coat!” the Doctor shoves his wrist in the man’s face and starts tugging at the coat sleeve.

You rush the last four steps to the two men and grab your husband’s arm to pull him away. “No. No, Doctor. Just—hold on a second, will you!” You hush him, ignoring the pout he’s giving you for now. You place your hands on his arms and turn to the other man, “I’m sorry about him, sir. It was very nice meeting you, have a good day.” He doesn’t need any more prompting to get out of there and far away from the mad Time Lord.

“What’d you do that for?! I’m cold! I need his coat!” he stares down at you in bewilderment, eyebrows are almost climbing off of his face. As the elderly man reaches the end of the alleyway, the Doctor turns his fury to him, “Oi! Come back here, I need your coat!”

“Doctor, it’s okay,” you pivot the two of you until his back is to the exit so he wouldn’t be able to harass the poor soul that had accidently stumbled upon the frenetic Scot. “It’s fine. Be fair, he was cold to—”

“No! It isn’t okay! I’m very cold, I needed his coat!” His arms escape your grip in wild gestures; sometimes you forget how strong Time Lords can be.

“If you’re cold,” your voice is comically calm compared to his, “all you had to do was say so in the first place.” You begin removing your soiled coat.

“What are you doing?!”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “What does it look like? I’m giving you my coat, idiot.”

“What would you do that for? Now you’ll be cold!” His voice gets higher and higher as you take off the garment, attack eyebrows climbing up and up his newly worn face.

You take a step closer to reach around him, gently placing the coat onto his shoulders. “I’d rather me than you.”

You mutter it absentmindedly, but the blow it delivers to the Doctor is substantial. This whole time he had been scared—no, terrified—that you wouldn’t accept his new body. Mere minutes ago, when he had stared at himself in the grimy mirror, he felt a lump lodge itself in his throat. Not because he hated his new regeneration, really, but because of you. How could he expect you to be okay with being married to a man that looked as if he could be your father—worse, your grandfather? Yes, you had stuck by him since he had pulled you into the Thames, not acting any differently than usual (other than being concerned about the post-regeneration and his subsequent running around), but he thought that was because it hadn’t settled in for you. That you were too busy chasing around after him to have fully understood that he is old now, that he is different.

But here you are. Willing to brave the bitter sting of the London air just so he wouldn’t be cold anymore. Removing your coat and giving it to him as easily as you breathe. He feels as if the skies had parted and a warm ray of sunshine finally kissed his freezing heart.

You tug at his wrists to bring his mind back from wherever it had wandered, gesturing for him to put his arms through the sleeves. And the smile you give him further melts the frost that has started to enclose him; the same sweet smile, filled with love and adoration, and just a dash of fond exasperation.

However, he isn’t able to bask in it for long. Like a bucket of ice water, he realizes that he can’t bring himself to embrace you, not like he used to be able to. His arms feel like lead and his heart sinks just as heavy.

Him whispering your name draws your eyes up from where you were patting down the coat. His expression of grief has your own face filling with concern yet again.

“What? What is it, Doctor?”

“I,” he pauses, at a loss of words. “I’m not—.” He’s shrugging his shoulders and looking away now. How could he describe the faults of his new body, the faults that are letting you down—the last thing he ever wanted to do.

You rest your hands on his arms again, thumbs trying to sooth him. “It’s okay,” you say softly, “take your time. Or just spit something out if that’ll make it easier, and we’ll go through it together.”

“Touch. I can’t touch you. This body,” he wrings his hands together, voice slightly cracking. “This body doesn’t feel okay with touching. I don’t feel,” he stutters a little, “…comfortable.” His shoulders shag and his hands open, palms towards you, as if he’s saying, ‘This is what I am now.’

It takes you a while to reply, slowly turning over the information he just presented you. You know your silence is making him fidget, so you do the only thing that you can think of:

“Fine then.” You bring up your left index finger. “Compromise?” Your eyebrow raises in a hopeful look.

His brows furrow, as he also brings up his left index finger. “‘Compromise?’”

With a grin, you switch to your right finger and wrap it around his, pulling the interlocked digits down. “Yeah, a little compromise,” your voice is filled with reassurance, and you give his finger a little accompanying squeeze.

And there he goes again, wondering why he ever felt incertitude about your resilience. You have been there for him for the past 900 years, standing by his side and supporting him, loving him, simply being there for him, even when he didn’t know he needed you.

So he squeezes your finger back, as a silent thank you, not just for this, but for today as a whole, and for every time before.

“Doctor,” you say in a curious manner, stopping him from turning away to grab the abandoned newspaper, entwined fingers rising in the air behind him. “…You look like a penguin.”

Your giggles burst out at his eyebrows shooting up, looking independently cross.

———————

It took him a while, but slowly he got more and more accustomed to physical touch, going from tangling just pointer fingers to reaching for your whole hand like they were meant to be locked together. While he still isn’t as favorable to it, he is a lot more open. Over the time you’ve spent running around with Clara and the numerous decades in Bristol, you both worked out that he likes to initiate specific moments of physical affection rather than having constant contact with you. He’ll go hours without touching you, and then simply open up his arms or grab your hand, silently asking for you to be with him. (As if he needed any more reasons, your respect and understanding of his aversion to touch makes him adore you even more.)

Which is exactly what he does right now. The second you come within arm’s length to him, he’s shifting his body and opening up his arm to let you slide right in, all without looking away from the words on the page.

“I got your favorite this time. Last time you kept bitching about me getting my favorite,” you tease him as you wiggle around to get in the perfect position; half of your back pressed against his chest, your side snugly fitted into his, and one arm thrown over his lap, fingers gently rubbing his thigh.

It’s automatic when he lefts out a scoff and mumbles, “‘Bitching.’” His arm comes up to wrap around your shoulders and squeeze you into him more. “I do not bitch. You simply don’t have the superior taste in sweets as I do, darling.”

In response, you bring the frozen treat up to his lips and let out a scoff of your own, “Yes, because seven sugar cubes in your tea is ‘superior.’”

He grumbles under his breath around the ice cream in his mouth.

You roll your eyes. “Where are you on the page?” you say in slight exasperation.

He picks up the book and rests his chin on your shoulder, “Bottom of the page, here.” His pinkie vaguely indicates a paragraph.

You take a lick of the ice cream, “Will you read to me, Doctor?”

“Do you even have to ask, love?” He readjusts his grip on the book and begins reading, “‘Of course, there was nothing concrete to suggest that it had been his mistake…’” 

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I'm finally home from 10 days of traveling so I can post that

Dallas Fan Festival was last weekend!!

It was so much fun! 😭 I got to see Andy Serkis again and hangout with some of my dear friends (who are also some of my beloved mutuals 💕🥰). We all got autographs and to torment each other in line—some of us (me) more than others. 😇😈 We also got a group photo with him, which I absolutely adore! It's one of my favorite photos ever. He was SO excited when we all swarmed him! We all look so cute and he has a massive grin on his face.

(During the photo, I also rested my hand directly between his flexed shoulder blades and THE MUSCLES ON THAT MAN, DEAR FUCKING GOD, Y'ALL 🥵 trying to MURDER me)

Here are some photos I took of him in the autograph line

I had him sign the covers to Pandaemonium and The Accused 😍🥺 He was thrilled about Pandaemonium and said he really liked that movie. I told him I have a degree in English Literature and Poetry (which he seemed very impressed by 😎 My degree finally came in handy lol), so I really liked it as well. That it meant a lot to me to have a movie actually about poets—even moreso because he was in it. AND I finally got his signature next to Liam Black 🫠 There isn't a lot of open space on the cover so he wasn't sure where to sign it. I said, "We might have to sacrifice Sean Bean's head." He chuckled and, in a fake serious voice, said, "Sorry, Sean." HE'S ALWAYS SO SWEET AND LOVELY AND WONDERFUL 😭🥹

Sunday we went to the Perot Museum of Nature and Science in Dallas because they were playing Blue Whales: Return of the Giants. Which is a documentary on blue whales...narrated by Andy 😂 The lady checking our tickets said she liked our shirts because of course we rolled in there representing. (The documentary opened with him going, "Can you hear that? Can you feel that?" And we were all Very Normal 😌)

The panel was really good. I know there are people that don't like that actors can't talk about their projects with the SAG-AFTRA strike going on, but I LOVE that we get to hear him talk about himself. He talked about his acting and performance capture, theater, mountain climbing, his love of jazz, and his photography, which he doesn't talk about a lot and was very exciting!! The interviewer was fantastic and asked a lot of fun "this or that" questions (he picked art museums over history museums, vampires over werewolves, but struggled with plays vs musicals lol). Here's a link to the panel if you want to watch it yourself!

I got a Caesar Funko, a Snoke figure, and an OG Cornelius figure. We also ""acquired"" some of the photos you could get signed if you didn't have anything special for him to sign, so I ended up with a David Robey and a Caesar print 🫠😌🥵. (Bless you and your taste for crime, H. I love you.)

Overall, it was such a great convention and an amazing weekend. I loved Dallas. Huge thanks to @communism-bitches, @csboz, @the-eyes-of-andyserkis, and @tarrenterror25 for making the weekend extra fantastic and for being so lovely. 🥹 I love and appreciate you all so much. We're absolutely doing this again soon, hopefully with the rest of TNBF crew to make it EVEN better! 😍💖 Andy Con 2024!

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young blood (2)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 6k

genre: established/growing relationship

pairings: vampy koo x vampy reader x vampy tae x taekook

summary:

Teaching your Newborn vampire lover how to control his thirst.

warnings: jungkook is like their sweet baby (he's spoiled ok >.<). major taekook warning pls do not read if that bothers you. adult content, swearing/harsh language, sexuality, sexual content (noona kink, tears, bondage/blindfold, stripping, handjob, blowjob, cock slapping, cum shots, fingering, cum eating, biting (fangs), feeding (blood invloved), ass eating, spanking??, unprotected sex/anal, multiple orgasms, denied orgasms, overstimulation) i hope i got everything, im tired SORRY

a.n: does anyone still remember me? T—T how has everyone been??? IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. i have been going through so many things, it’s one thing after another. i feel a bit better now but it’s been crazy lately, i feel very exhausted </3 ik i said i was done with this but clearly not… i hope you all can enjoy this in the meantime. i didnt mean to starve you all along jungkook >.< i missed everyone and i miss being active. i’ll try and be back soon. i think this will be the last time i touch these characters so it’s bittersweet. i’ll probably do drabbles if requested here and there but im done with this LOL thank you to the sweet people who check up on me. im very thankful, see you soon 🥺

ALSO much thank you to my sweet friend who helped beta read, i love you smmm honey <333

**re-edited and republished on 09/03/23

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Jungkook's thirst worsened over time. 

Typically, a newborn’s thirst decreases as they age within their new lifestyle. It’s an agonizing pain that affects the throat. At first, it feels like a slight ache, almost as if stuck with a stubborn cold, then it transforms into a flame. It’s like shards of glass are being forced down the throat, unable to inhale anything besides its toxic fumes. A burning flame that could only be controlled by the consumption of blood. 

When blood enters the mouth of a newborn, it’s undeniably addicting and nearly impossible to ever stop wanting more. When blood enters the mouth, that excruciating pain they once had felt, turns into a less painful burn, the blood soothing their throat as if it were ice until it becomes bearable, until they feel absolutely spent. To vampires, blood acts as a drug. A drug, they’ll become dependent on for the rest of their sorry, immortal lives. When one is a newborn this all seems like the most difficult mission of your life. The pain is different for everyone. Some deal with this pain longer than others, for some it improves within the estimated years, but as for those that never come out of that cycle, well… they don't survive long enough to tell the tale.

It hurts seeing your own kind unable to come out of that horror. You had been there too, you all had. The thirst seems never ending until it isn’t. You learn to adapt and minimize it. Some escape, but those that don’t get punished. Punished for something nearly impossible to control. It’s sad. That’s when you made it your mission, along Taehyung, to help newborns come out of that cycle. 

There was supposed to be no favoritism, that’s what you and Taehyung had promised each other, years ago when the agreement had first started. But somewhere in between then and now, Jungkook had become your most prized possession.  

But Jungkook’s thirst only worsened over time.

The more he fed, the more he wanted. Jungkook couldn’t go a week without feeding. Not only did it start to scare you, but everyone started to notice that his feeding habits weren't normal. 

When you and Taehyung first found Jungkook, he was weak. Thin. But always kind-eyed. 

Jungkook was just too easy. 

“Turn me.” He pleaded, soft eyed. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Whatever you ask of me. Turn me. Please…” 

“You’re so stupid for a human, Kookie. Think of what you’re asking of me.” Shit, had you had the choice back then, you would’ve done so much more with your life. Maybe you would’ve gone to college like all the rest of your human friends, however life took a different course. Jungkook was given the choice, you never had. “You could have it all, Jungkookie.” 

Jungkook shook his head. Stupid, stupid human. His heart racing, nevertheless determined for the chnage. His smell was addictive enough, iching to sink your fangs and pierce into the vein that pounced from his neck, pulsing with sweet blood. 

“No.” The human stood firm. “I-I want more. Puh-please. I’m sure of this.” 

“So so stupid.” Taehyung echoed, stepping back, eyes a crimson red. He practically tasted Jungkook’s blood in his mouth from the overwhelming smell of fresh blood pumping within him. He, too, wanted a taste but he was also giving Jungkook the choice. 

“Please.” Jungkook begged, one last time. And how could you say no to those soft, doe-eyes? The pretty human was practically begging for it, his scent teasing your tastebuds. 

You looked back once more at Taehyung, and he nodded, giving you the final call and a form of approval. 

So you gave in. 

—

“Jungkook hasn’t improved, Taehyung. His thirst… it’s gotten worse.”

Taehyung looked up from his phone to catch a glance of your anxious pacing from across the room, then looked back down. “You spoil him too much. That’s why.”

You scoffed, stopping in your tracks. “And you don’t? Don’t act like a fucking saint. All the man has to do is say please and you fold, too.”

Taehyung sighed, shrugging your comment off. “You just have to try harder.” 

“I’m fucking trying, Taehyung. Obviously. He’s not improving as fast as the other newborns. I’m scared of what will happen to him if—”

Taehyung waved his hand. “Stop thinking like that. He’ll be fine. We just have to try a different approach.” 

You blinked, resting your hands above your waist. “What are you suggesting?” 

“Break him. Test his limits. We spoil him too much. Once he sees how much he can actually handle, feeding will become easier.” 

You didn’t say much then, but a realization had settled within you that night. Taehyung was right, it was going to take more than words to get through Jungkook, you had to break him. 

—

Two days later, you decided to test his suggestion, alone. 

“Have you ever been tied up, Jungkook-ah?” You asked the pretty boy patiently sitting at the very edge of your bed. His dark hair had grown out a lot longer than he usually maintained it, yet his face was still bright, as if expecting a treat for being himself. Always so spoiled. 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, curious about the intent behind your question. “Nuh-uh.”

You towered over him, the younger manspread a spot for you to stand in with an oddly chilling look in his sharp eyes sprinkled with hints of dark red. He couldn’t be hungry, could he? Who were you kidding, he was always hungry. You pushed his hair back gently, his eyes fluttering at the sensation. “Do you trust Noona, Jungkook-ah?”

The boy softly nods his head, his rough hands coming up to caress behind your thighs. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

Tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, you whispered, “I want to try something, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that baby? Mm? You’ll be a good boy, no?”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate in submitting. If there was anyone he listened to, it was you and Taehyung. He knew how to behave and he understood very well the consequences to disobeying. However, you didn’t exactly think he knew what that quite meant, at least not yet and to what extent.

“Yes, Noona. I’ll be good.” Jungkook answered, while you ran your fingers through his hair. He was always down for a good time, or so that’s what he imagined was coming his way. “I’ll be so good for you.”

With a smile on your face, you slowly pushed him backwards, signaling him to push himself further up onto the bed. “Take your clothes off baby. I’ll watch you from here.” 

You stepped off, eyes never leaving him, giving him enough space. 

“Everything?” His lips formed into a small pout, he surely didn’t like doing things on his own. He liked the way you touched him, scratch that, loved. Your skin always so soft against his. 

“Everything.” You confirmed, crossing your arms.

Jungkook took his time. He pulled his shirt off over his head making sure to maintain eye contact. Teasingly, his hand caressed his abs as they went down his body, the smirk on his face did not go unnoticed. He always knew how to put on a show. Next came his pants, he slowly tugged them down revealing his confined hard-on then tossed them to the side. He hesitated when it came down to taking his boxers off. 

“Can’t you do this part?” He pouted, attempting to change the current situation.

God knows you wanted to, but instead you shook your head. “Be good, baby.”

Though his shoulders dropped in disappointment, he accepted his fate. His hands finally landed on the waistband pulling his briefs off, revealing himself little by little until his hardened member sprang out, smacking against his abdomen. Already dripping of precum. A taste sure was tempting. 

Time froze a little bit as you took in the sight in front of you, carefully placing himself at your mercy and for your pleasure. His eyes blinked, curious of what came next. Truthfully, you wanted to crawl onto the bed and give him the best blowjob of his life, but you knew that would teach him nothing. That and Taehyung would be disappointed in both of you. You knew better or at least should.

Well, here goes nothing.

“We will start now. I want you to tell me if it gets too much, okay? Are you okay with the color system? Green means good, yellow means slow down, and red means to completely stop what it is we are doing. Is that okay with you?” You carefully explained. 

Jungkook nodded once more. 

“No, use your words.”

“I understand Noona, I trust you.” 

And trust he did. He didn’t hesitate to lean into the blindfold you placed against his eyes, tightening the silky cloth around his head. 

“Is this okay?” 

The young man looked around for a moment, but saw nothing. He felt much better feeling the presence of your thumb swiping his cheek, an indication he wasn’t alone.

“This is okay.” He murmured, placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t see a thing.” 

“Okay good. I’ll need your hands now.” 

Immediately, Jungkook set his hands out, giving in completely. He was being honest about never being tied-up before, he could never trust anyone enough to allow that sort of power and control over him. He was a competitive person after all and he, himself, liked having control of everything happening around him, but you knew you were just an exception. 

Grabbing his hands, one by one, you tied both to the headboard, giving him enough room to be able to tug on the rope without hurting himself when it all became too intense, but not enough to actually escape. With one last tug, you made sure he couldn’t get away too easily. Jungkook was stronger than most newborns after all. You couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen to him if he spiraled out of control. 

“S’ this okay?” You asked him softly, stepping off to look at your handy work. 

He nodded, his head tilting as if trying to get a better feel about his surroundings with all his senses hightened. But it all went dark, now every touch and sound was magnified by ten. It was interesting how a person adapted to the world around them regardless of the circumstances. 

“Words, Jungkook-ah.” Once more warning him of the importance of using his words in bed. 

“I’m okay.” He breathed out. His hands tugged lightly on the rope, testing the strength of the knots himself. It turned him on to know you could do anything you’d like to him and he would have to take anything you gave him. He was completely dazed by the rough material around his wrists secretly liking how it felt against his tender skin. He ached to be inside you. To feel inside you. The suspense was nearly driving him insane. 

Jungkook patiently waited as you made your next move. He felt his dick start to make a mess all over his stomach. He used to feel so embarrassed about the fact that he was easily turned on, but with a woman like you, he couldn’t blame himself. He always wanted you. 

He also didn’t know how to explain his attraction to Taehyung. Jungkook had never thought about a man in that way before and maybe it was because he never had the experience of what it was like to be completely ruined by one. Now, he was more than sure, he liked men. But he didn’t want just any man, Taehyung was his strongest desire. 

Jungkook attempted to suppress the moan stuck in his throat when he felt you tighten your fist around his length, pumping him slowly. Your breath tickled against his ear as you leaned up to kiss the mole on his neck.

“Noona will make you feel so good, Jungkookie. But only after you learn to control yourself. Don’t you want to be good, baby?” With every whisper, he felt himself already crumbling. Your hand pumped him faster using his precum as lube. Jungkook didn’t hold back the moan this time. 

“Ngh— y-yes, I want to be so good. I-I’ll be good. More Noona, more.” You could see him fighting the restraints. His chest started rising with every stroke, he was already starting to lose himself within the pleasure.

But you did the complete opposite. Dropping his cock with no mercy, he felt his stomach caving in as you completely stopped all movements. 

Jungkook shook his head, tugging at the constraints. His wrists started to become flush and swollen the more he pulled. “No, please. Puh-please.”

Leaning in, you kissed the pout that had formed on his lips. The second he felt your lips touch his, he didn’t plan to let go. Immediately, his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you allowed him access. Big mistake. Without much warning, he shoved his tongue inside, establishing dominance over yours frantically. Attempting to pull back only earned you a light tug to your lip which you responded with a faint moan as you fisted his hair. Even tied, Jungkook made it quite obvious what he was after. He wanted more and was making it known. If given the chance he would have taken you right there and then. 

But you managed to pull away with a bite to his lip and a small shove to his chest, while you both attempted to catch your breath. 

It was hard not to lose yourself within the process of what was supposed to be “his punishment”. It started to feel a lot like yours too. Maybe you had also grown spoiled. How could you not? Jungkook always received you so well, and the more he took the more you wanted to give him. 

Jungkook blew out a deep breath, laying his head against the headboard. His dick was painfully hard, weighing against his glistening abdomen. His dark hair started sticking to the sweat piling on his forehead. He looked so pretty, so vulnerable. And all yours.

He was silently suffering, but his agonizing thoughts were incredibly loud. 

Giving him no time to adjust, you wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock, licking against the slit painfully slow. He always liked when you did that.

Jungkook cursed, feeling you force his dick down your throat. Though he was used to the sight by now, he so desperately wished he could be looking at that view now. You always looked the best with dick in your mouth. “Ughhh, j-just like that. I wish I c-could see how you look right now.”

“Maybe later.” Jungkook seemed satisfied with that answer, raising his hips carefully to meet your mouth. You hummed quietly around his member, sinking your head deeper as you hollowed your cheeks for a greater effect. Jungkook grunted and so suddenly shoved himself further into your throat causing you to gag around him, taken by surprise. You pulled off immediately, watching him curse at himself for losing control.

“No, no, no. Fuck, I’m sorry. Come back, please.” Jungkook begged, but it made no difference. He’d burn the stupid cloth around his eyes and ties around his wrists if he could by now and show you how truly sorry he felt. Make it up to you, if only he could. 

However you didn't budge. 

With a slap to his leaking member, you pulled yourself off the bed, watching him curl and hiss at the impact. Jungkook nearly went feral, feeling you go.

“Please!” He cried out. Now he was really struggling, nearly thrusting up in the air for any sort of attention. If Jungkook thought you would go easy on him because you favored him, he felt completely stupid now. He was absolutely helpless. 

“No.” That one simple word crushed him. He felt he could cry, he was already making a mess all over himself. He was thirsty. He was in pain. He felt so dirty. He needed something, anything.

Jungkook audibly swallowed. “O-okay, please j-just touch me.” He begged, his arms stopped fighting. The more he pulled the more the ropes tightened around his wrists, he started to become sore, weak. He felt tired.

Jungkook couldn’t see a thing you were doing to him nor could he go out of the way to pleasure himself. He had to rely solely on your next move, but even that was tough when you wouldn’t give him what he desperately lusted for. Did you not want to touch him anymore? 

This time you complied, feeling upset about the frown that had set on his face. You wrapped your hand once more around his length, spitting on his swollen crown for some relief, gripping his cock tighter as you jerked your wrist. Using both hands, you applied more pressure on his tip, he immediately responded thrusting into your fists the best he could. 

“Yes, yes, yes, like that. Thank you.” Jungkook’s voice was whiny, sucking in his breath with every stroke. His back arching at the sensation of your fingertips digging into his sticky tip. God, he was going insane. Was he already going to come? “I-I’m–”

“You wanna come, baby?” You asked very sweetly, watching him fall apart in your hands. 

“Mm...” Jungkook barely hummed, his head falling back. He was starting to feel faint. “P-Please, let me come.”

Though it was too soon for your liking, you couldn’t keep him too long without an orgasm. That is like another personal hell to a vampire. It’s simply cruel. “Go ahead, baby.” 

Maybe it was the fact that he was painfully turned on or that he really couldn’t last any longer that made him burst within that same second. Jungkook made such a pretty mess, his sperm dripped all over his blushing stomach, making a shiny milky mess around your fingers until you pumped the very last drop out. 

You let his cock drop once more, bringing your fingers near his mouth. He already knew what to do. He leaned into your hand, moaning at the taste as he lapped his tongue around your fingers, sucking them until they were completely clean.

“What a good boy, Jungkook-ah.” Though faint, he broke into a lazy smile and had those sweet eyes not been shielded, you could imagine the sparkle in them as they got praised. Stroking his sweaty hair back into place, Jungkook sighed, feeling his thirst die down, but only by a little bit. 

That was the thing about Jungkook, no matter how much you gave him, he could always take more. He needed more. This wouldn’t be enough to calm him, this was just a temporary solution. Jungkook was still painfully hard and extremely thirsty.

Pulling away for a minute, you took time to discard your own clothes. You watched as Jungkook’s chest raised up and down as he waited, becoming impatient by the second. Once you were completely bare, you hopped onto his thighs, adjusting yourself just above the mess between his legs.

He immediately buried his face into your neck biting very cautiously, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to feed off you, but he knows it would only go worse for him. He was not allowed to feed off you unless given audible permission, no matter how thirsty he was nor how badly he craved it, which all was often.

With a light tug to his hair, he popped off your neck. “M’ so hungry, Noona.” 

“I’m feeding you now. Patience.” You assured him, but Jungkook wasn’t really up for reassurance anymore. He wanted more and he’d do anything to get it. 

“No. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feed.” Jungkook rasped, feeling his throat sting every swallow. “It h-hurts.”

Gripping his chin, you spoke to him harshly. “I don’t think you understand what’s happening here, Jungkook. You don’t get to feed every time you want, no matter how much you beg. You must learn to control your thirst. I’ve seen newborns cursed with a thirst like yours in the past. None live to tell the story. They kill people like you, Jungkook-ah. I can’t have that be you.” 

Jungkook felt his chest go heavy, his forehead flew up against yours, his nose pecking yours. “No, no, that won’t be me. I can control myself. You believe me, right?” 

He kissed your lips, desperate for you to understand, to have mercy on him.

“I do baby, I do.” Your voice immediately softened, hands caressing his face very tenderly. “Can’t you just listen to me? I promise to feed you. I’m only trying to help you. You understand me, right? We have to build your tolerance.”

Jungkook nodded, almost in a panic state. “Yes. Help me, Noona. Please, I don’t want them to take me from you. I’m so scared. Please…” 

He was cut off by another weight added to the bed, one you hadn’t noticed yourself, you smelled him before you saw him. Taehyung was quick to bury his face against the younger man’s neck, pecking it softly. His presence was so sudden, but it was welcomed. 

“Nothing will ever happen to you, Jungkook-ah. I would never let anyone take you. You don’t have to be scared.” He spoke with much affection resting against his nape. 

Taehyung had nearly torn the door open when he made his way inside, and Jungkook felt he could cry. He understood very well he had two lovers who would never let a single soul hurt him. No one could touch him. He was so loved, he felt it. He didn’t shy away from Taehyung’s kisses either, but instead welcomed them by tilting his neck for more. 

“Hyung-ie… h-help me.” Voice nearly breaking. 

Taehyung looked over at you and you immediately received the signal. You hopped off Jungkook’s thighs and sat beside him, caressing his messy curls back, kissing his tender cheek. “Taehyung will help you now baby. Is this still okay?”

Jungkook felt tears sticking to the cloth. He hadn’t even realized he was crying and he was too overwhelmed with emotion to even care. He was so hungry. “G-Green. Green. Please.” 

Taehyung pounced into action, completely removing his clothes off as quickly as possible before placing himself between Jungkook’s thighs, caressing his inner flesh to calm him. 

“Hyung, will make the pain go away, Jungkook-ah. Focus on me, baby.” Taehyung promised as he began to kiss the deprived young man with gentleness, feeling his teary face lean against his. He kissed him almost as if he would break under his touch, understanding that he was extremely sensitive, vunerable at this given moment. He wanted Jungkook to know with every kiss to his lips how cared for he was, with every swipe to his cheek that nothing could ever harm him. And that, Jungkook was starting to understand very well, the tears clinging to his cheek, leaking down his face. 

Jungkook slowly spread his legs open, allowing for more space. His mouth clinging onto Taehyung’s as relieved sighs left his lips, signaling he wanted more by grinding his bare cock against his thigh. 

Taehyung had never intended on joining and to be honest, he felt he could be of no help, but how could he starve him? He smelled his need, his lust, his desire. How could anyone starve him? How could anyone deprive him of what he so badly needed? Jungkook was just so innocent and out of touch with reality. And at some point, you and Taehyung had become the weak ones. 

“Relax my baby, Hyung will help now.” The older vampire cooed one last time, before dropping down and attaching his mouth to Jungkook’s pretty pink hole. He mercilessly licked and curled his tongue, applying pressure on the younger’s thighs to keep them from closing, devouring him as if he was his last meal. Jungkook nearly jerked off the bed, but Taehyung’s grip managed to keep him down. The Newborn let out so many pretty harmonies, already feeling addicted to the way Taehyung’s tongue lapped his juices deliciously into his mouth. 

“Nghhh. Right there, Hyung. F-Feels so fucking good.” Jungkook moaned loudly, throwing his head back, raising his hips with every sinful lick. Taehyung continued to work his mouth, prying his ass completely open, stuffing his hole with just enough tongue to satisfy him.

You couldn’t torment yourself any longer just by watching so you stuffed your own pussy with two fingers, they slid with ease, synching a moan with Jungkook. Both, completely overwhelmed with so much pleasure. 

Taehyung smiled against Jungkook, realizing what had just occurred. Taehyung knew you far too well. Couldn’t stand a minute without cock stuffing your needy cunt. 

As expected, Jungkook couldn’t bear feeling trapped any longer. With one final, strong tug on the ropes they loosened enough, falling to his sides. He didn’t waste a second to grab a fistful of Taehyung’s locks as he continued to eat him out. You were quite shocked that he hadn’t torn the cloth off his eyes first or managed to somehow destroy the headboard to pieces, but that was most likely due to the fact that he was so lost in pleasure and he was just desperate to come again. Taehyung had been caught by surprise, but continued to thrust his tongue inside him. 

“Fuck, f-fuck, Hyung, ‘M s-so close. Gonna c-come.” Jungkook kept releasing the prettiest whimpers, pulling and tugging at Taehyung’s hair while he reached his second climax. With one last moan, Jungkook came all over himself again, sweat coating his body, prettily. The sight managing to rip an orgasm out of you as well. 

Taehyung finally pulled off, wiping his lips clean with his tongue, his eyes blown out completely, incredibly turned on himself. Jungkook fell back once more, relaxing himself under Taehyung’s hold, attempting to catch his irregular breathing. But the mission hadn’t ended there.

“Keep it on.” Taehyung stopped the very weak Newborn from ripping the blindfold off with a slap to his wrist at the last second. “Hyung will take it off when that time comes. And you, come milk my cock.”

Nearly whimpering at his demand, you settled yourself on top of Taehyung because that is where you belonged. It is the place you felt like a Goddess in, he would worship your body like the Queen you were and it was the only place you could live forever. You believed you were meant for Taehyung and he for you, shaped to fit perfectly inside you. Like you were used to doing, you positioned his cock right above your leaking lips, slowly sitting into the stretch. You held your breath until he was completely inside you, feeling him pulse around you. 

“That’s it baby. Ride me well.” Taehyung grunted, hands positioned right above your waist as the man was helping you adjust, feeling your tight pussy squeeze his length. “Let Jungkookie hear how good this big dick feels inside you.”

Releasing a high pitched moan, you lifted your hips just to smash back down against Taehyung, setting a nice pace. “F-Fuck.”

Jungkook felt a spike of arousal rush to his cock once more, hardening on his stomach. This was torture to him and Taehyung knew that. You both knew that. 

You gasped, feeling Taehyung’s cock brushing your tight walls, filling you entirely, his palms striking your ass with a quick sting. “Let him hear you, baby. Tell Jungkookie how good this feels. Tell him. Such a whore for my cock, tell him baby.” 

Jungkook felt he could come again as he heard you cry out for Taehyung. “Feels so–ahh, good Jungkookie! Feel so full, I’m gonna fuh–fucking come. Ah!” 

“Don't. Not yet.” Taehyung grunted, keeping a tight grip, thrusting from below you to meet your hips. He was completely destroying your insides. Nothing you couldn’t handle. His hips came to a sudden stop and the positions shifted forcing you to face down with your ass up in the air. Though you assumed you would come in contact with the mattress, Jungkook’s chest was there to catch you. He quickly picked up the change and pulled you in closer, caressing your back as Taehyung parted your entrance to align himself and with no hesitation shoved his cock back inside you, stuffing your puffy walls entirely. 

Jungkook felt this was much, much worse because now he could feel you squirm and shiver against his chest, hearing your breathy moans right above his ear. He didn’t know how much more he could take before he completely exploded. 

“Fuck me, fuck, oh fuckkk!” You squealed feeling Taehyung fuck himself into you from behind with no plan to stop. Tightly gripping one cheek he thrusted deeply, setting a brutal pace. 

“Tell him again, baby. Tell him how much you love being fucked from behind. You’re so fucking tight baby, fuck. I should just fill you up right now.” Taehyung moaned and with his other hand grabbed a fist of your hair, fucking you exactly as you liked it. Fucking his little slut how she pleased.

Jungkook hissed, feeling you dig your fingertips into his arms in an attempt to catch a break, but you were so far gone by now. “Mmm, I love it so much. Fuck, puh–please let me come please, I can’t last any longer. Nghhh.”

He cheekily smacked your ass, continuing the brutal pace inside you that would eventually break the knot that had built within your stomach. “Yeah baby? Make a mess on my fucking dick, let Jungkook hear you angel. You feel so fucking good princess.” 

The knot within you had completely exploded the second he finished his last praise, dropping the grip he had on your hair and allowing you to release your orgasm comfortably against Jungkook’s chest, moaning a repeated ‘yes, yes, yes’ into his neck. The Newborn took everything for you, caressing you into a tight hold while you came strongly. 

Taehyung slowed down until he eventually pulled out very carefully, watching your folds drip with your sweet juices. While still panting, you pulled off Jungkook, growing relaxed on the empty spot beside him. 

Although nothing had happened to him, Jungkook was still somehow out of breath himself, still hungry for more. As expected, he was still hard and aching for a final release. But you had no energy for more, completely spent, that’s where Taehyung would come in handy. He could always handle more than you could. 

Taehyung leaned over Jungkook’s heated body, finally releasing the blindfold around his head, welcoming his eyes to the mess that had been created in such a short time. It took some time for Jungkook’s eyes to adjust to his surroundings again, but there it was. 

The only people he desperately wanted, the only people he needed. The only two people he ironically fell deep in love with. His lovers.

Taehyung placed his palm against Jungkook’s cheek affectionately. “You okay, baby? You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” 

Jungkook blinked tears away, his pretty eyes glistened in the sunlight that had sneakily made its way through a crack. “You are? B-But I tore the ropes. And ‘m s-so messy. D-Don’t you hate me?” 

Taehyung immediately shook his head, pushing his nose against the younger’s.  “No, my baby. I could never hate you. None of us. You look prettiest like this, baby. I’m really proud of you.” 

The Newborn leaned in for a passionate kiss which Taehyung granted, feeling so many emotions but for once, he was no longer hyperfixed on the burn that had been longing in his throat, but now satisfied with the warmth he felt within his heart. Jungkook loves so deeply.

With a pop to release Taehyung’s lip, Jungkook begged one last time. “Fuck me please. Just one last time, I promise. M’ s-still hungry.” 

Taehyung smiled. “I know, baby, I know. Get on your knees and face Y/N.” 

The younger man didn’t waste any time hooking an arm over your bare chest and pulling you underneath him almost as if he was gonna fuck you in the process (maybe it was possible, but that would come next time). Though still wet from earlier, Taehyung decided to spit into Jungkook's fluttering hole before easing his hard cock into him. Once Jungkook had adjusted with a muttered ‘move, please’, Taehyung pulled out slowly only to thrust his way back inside. He started fucking Jungkook like he deserved it, fast and precise. He wanted to fuck him until his legs gave out, until Jungkook understood just how proud he was of him. Being able to control your thirst as a newborn was a difficult thing, but Jungkook had proven just how well he could withstand it (even if he was a bit more spoiled than others, that was something only you and Taehyung had to know). 

“Fuck. Ah! Hyung, right there!” This time it was Jungkook throaty moans being heard above your ear as he was being railed mercilessly, repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

He whimpers, hearing Taehyung’s moans, feeling Taehyung’s dainty hands tighten around Jungkook’s thin waist, thumbs digging into the dimples forming his back. Taehyung could only control his own release so much, he was very close, especially feeling Jungkook’s tight wall squeeze around his length with every stroke. 

Jungkook’s dick was embarrassingly hard and only kept rutting against your thigh as Taehyung made it his mission to fuck him into fucking oblivion. There wasn’t much you could do, but observe the look on Jungkook’s face as he was getting fucked like the good boy he was. Moving a hand down, you took a hold of his cock pumping him roughly. Jungkook felt his lovers everywhere, he never wanted it to end.

“I’m gonna— Ah!” Jungkook broke into sweet gasps, eyes shut, feeling himself make a mess into whatever was left beneath him. He delivered his orgasm all over your hand, his seed decorating your stomach, leaking into the sheets below. The room was filled with the stench of sex. You would argue it had never smelled better.

Taehyung soon came himself and heard Jungkook softly chant to come inside him and that is exactly what he did, filing Jungkook up completely, sperm leaking down his thighs. 

Taehyung swore he had never seen a view this beautiful in between breathless pants. His two lovers, completely spent underneath him, willing to do just anything and everything for him. He had never seen anything prettier, such pretty messes. Taehyung was careful when removing himself from Jungkook, who winced at the empty feeling. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to find his pretty lovers tangled in bed while he carefully wiped them clean with a wet towel. With him, he brought a cup of blood that was to be stored for emergencies. However Taheyung used the supply quite often for his Newborn lover, but who was he to deny his baby of anything he needed? 

Tapping his shoulder gently, Jungkook pushed himself up against the headboard immediately downing the red liquid. 

“Drink it slowly baby, slowly.” Taehyung cooed with a soft– sharp tone, both watching Jungkook swallow every last drop, his pretty lips were tainted red followed with a streak of blood running down his chin. Always such a messy thing. “Ahh– so pretty, my sweet baby.”

“Good boy, Jungkookie.” You whispered.

Jungkook felt himself melt into the sheets with a huge smile, blush setting deep within his soft cheeks. He was finally home. 

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That was what it was like most times and it is what set the scene most days. 

Two older vampires admiring their Newborn lover into fitting the lifestyle they had always known. Three lovers who loved deeply and passionately. Three lovers who would always find happiness through each other.

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“I love you.” Jungkook whispered, feeling you both beside him, arms wrapping around his thin waist, legs entangling each other’s. “I love you both so much.” 

Taehyung kissed the boy’s cheek while you leaned deeper into Jungkook’s embrace. “We love you more, baby.”

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taekook smut

[namorslutfanfiction]

Hi Ate, I saw some your posts and I want to send you some well wishes and love to you. I hope you and your family member are doing okay 🥺

Also I want to thank you for answering my ask last night! I haven’t stopped thinking about it 🥹

I saw you have a lot of smutty requests, so I’m going to drop in some soft dom!Namor for you. Rough, hard dom!Namor is sexy, but soft, gentle dom!Namor just makes me weak and isn’t talked about enough.

Right now, I’m thinking aftercare with Namor. As a King and god, he is used to being pampered. But with you, he spoils you after sex. Whenever you try to get out of bed to clean each other up, his strong arms wrap around you and pull you back to the bed because he’s just oh so warm to cuddle with. He’d love to be the big spoon because he likes holding you. He isn’t opposed to being the little spoon, but he prefers to have you in his arms or have you face him so he can see you. In moments like these, he wants to be your husband. It takes some time, but you allow him to pamper you after sex (you can’t resist his puppy eyes, either). He’d wrap you in his warmest blankets and pepper soft kisses all over your body, especially in places he might have been a little rough like your thighs and hips.

I feel his love languages would be physical touch, acts of service, and gift giving. He finds your weight and warmth comforting when you’re asleep on top of him. He loves running his fingers over your back or petting your hair/scratching your scalp (if you have thicker and/or curlier hair). Pillow talk with Namor would be so sweet as well 🥺 I can see him reciting Mayan lyrical poetry to you. He finds it cute when you try to translate it. If he’s in the mood, he would sing to you. We dont talk about his siren song enough, and I feel he only sings to you because you are his muse, you’re the only one he’ll sing to.

Anyway I hope you like these soft smutty thoughts! I’m a little mad cos I wrote this on mobile and it crashed and deleted my original message, so I tried typing this from memory. I have to head to bed now. Have a good rest of your night! 🤍✨

Thank you tsikiting. I appreciate you and your thoughts.

He's doing better and hopefully tomorrow we can take him home.

On to the fun stuff.

Gentle Dom!Namor Aftercare

Well Namor for sure would be a Pleasure Dom. He would want you to get yours as many times as possible before he even thought of getting his.

Of course he'd make you cum so often that you'd be a weeping over sensitive mess at the end of it. Then he'd come down from his post-coital high and get so emotionally soft. Seeing his love so satisfied and overcome with pleasure would never get old.

He'd kiss you all over and start asking how you're feeling and if you're okay. All while he's checking if he left marks or bruises. Namor would get a cloth and wipe your tears while showering you in compliments.

After he has his way with you he would always make sure to clean you up gently, dress you, fix your hair and then cuddle you.

Anytime he felt like he was being too rough with you he would make sure to make it up to you the next day. Whether he gave you gifts, took you somewhere special, or just let you have control in the night he would always make it up to you.

Those were the moments you knew how much he loved you. As much as he could become a feral needy beast in bed with you, when he was finished he would care for you like you are the most precious thing in the world.

Soft dom!Namor would be such a simp for you. Kissing you any chance he got, giving you smiles and whispering naughty things to you all day. He would make all kinds of promises of how he would make you feel good while not losing his professional appearance.

#namor #namor x reader #asks #ask me #personal

[rosenallies]

Can you write sashnarcia adopting a lil kid 🥺

Ever since I read that one prompt of Marcia saying she wanted a kid my heart died

tbh I know the prompt says “adopting a kid” however I’m sick rn and I’m too tired to think about the ins and outs of adoption and also idk I feel like Marcia in this au would maybe want to carry the baby so it would biologically be theirs and Sasha’s <3 but anyway idk I haven’t thot about it a ton <3

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“You’re sure we don’t need to bring him in?” Marcia fretted, pacing the living room with the phone pressed to their ear while Sasha and Anetra cooed over their crying son, his tiny body warm with fever.

The doctor on the other line sighed, so used to the anxieties of first time parents. “He’s how old again?”

“He’s 3 and a half months,” they huffed.

“Okay, so if his fever is only at 99.9 right now, it’s not necessary to bring him in unless he’s having difficulty feeding or breathing. Has he had any of those other symptoms?”

Marcia shook their head. “No, just a runny nose and a slight cough.”

“That’s good then, just give him some infant Tylenol and keep an eye on his temperature. If the fever exceeds 100.4 or if it persists over 48 hours then I would recommend bringing him into the ER. Do you have any other questions?”

“No,” they replied quietly, a sniffle in their voice, “thank you.”

The doctor bid them a goodnight and hung up, the whole conversation doing nothing to ease Marcia’s nerves.

“Mar, come here, love,” Sasha said gently, beckoning them over to the couch where she and Anetra sat.

They trudged over to the couch, tears blurring their vision as they sat beside Sasha, who held Kai in her arms, his wails turning to gentle whimpers.

“Here,” Sasha cooed, passing him over to Marcia, “look, see, he’s okay. I think the medicine is kicking in.”

Marcia held their son close to their chest, bouncing him softly while they whispered to him that it would be okay and that he’d feel better in no time.

“You’re so good with him,” Anetra whispered as he began to doze off in Marcia’s arms, their hand firm on his back to make sure his breathing remained normal.

Of course, they all loved their baby son more than anything and all of them had already proved what their parenting strengths were. Marcia was the soft, gentle one, putting baby Kai to sleep in minutes with their softly sang lullabies; his favorite being a Hawaiian one that Sasha had taught them. Sasha was the more practical parent, always double checking the diaper bag before they went out and always making sure every appointment was scheduled in advance. Anetra was the fun parent, always pulling laughs out of him the quickest with her funny faces and magic tummy tickling fingers. It was also her who’d spent weeks painting his nursery, a mural of a beautiful Hawaiian beach and sunset so he’d always know where a part of him came from.

Sasha smiled, lacing her fingers with Anetra’s. “So are you, darling.”

“We’re all perfect for him,” Marcia then said barely above a whisper so as not to spook him back into crying. “Do you think tonight we can put his portable crib in our room? So we can check on him?”

They all checked on him constantly all night every night, but Sasha and Anetra could tell this was more for Marcia’s comfort than Kai’s. “Of course, baby. Neech, come help me set it up?”

Anetra nodded, following Sasha into the bedroom, leaving Marcia and the baby still on the couch.

They lovingly pressed their lips to the top of his head, his soft whispy hairs tickling her. “We love you so much, sweet pea, we’ll always take care of you no matter what, no matter how old you get, you’ll always be taken care of.”

#prompt request #drag racer au #me:jealous over a fictional baby bc my parents didn’t coddle me or even take care of me really when I was sick as a kid #I got medicine soup and water and was told to stay away from everyone #which I get when I was an older kid and didn’t need coddling but I remember cleaning up my own puke at like 6 bc my parents wouldn’t lmao #anyway