#I'm so tired and that's the norm usually but it gets on my nerves when it makes me feel like my kids are bothering me

[tired-biscuit]

OKAY THIS IS WHATS INVADING MY BRAIN: kiba taking you back to the beach where you show off and tease him in your tiny bikini, only hoping for some rough, pent-up car sex afterwards. little do you know he’s already scouted out a secluded area that he drags you off to after you pop out of the water with your wet suit clinging to your pussy lips. flash forward and you’re lying on a beach towel, barely obscured by a large umbrella, while he pulls your cute bottoms to the side and pounds you so hard your tits are bouncing out of your string triangle top as he praises how well your pretty pussy takes him and how he has such a filthy lil sis that’s so desperate for his cock she’ll take it anywhere and anytime.

😵‍💫🔨 bonk

NO BONK, I'M PETTING U ON THE HEAD, KISSING U ON THE FOREHEAD ANON THIS WAS SO FJDKLFJDSK......... i got a heatwave rushing over me when i read this, ur mind brooooo!! i wanna kiss it frfrfr!! it's all under the cut, cos it got a bit long <3

cw: stepcest // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

if anything gets me going, it's the risk of getting caught. i looove summer and the beach; like the scent of sunscreen on your skin, and salty hair, and the overall heat that tires the fuck out of you in the best way possible and turns you so sweaty, oh lord. like imagine how it'd feel when you're sticky all over and parts of his body literally glue themselves to your own cos of the way he bends your legs and makes you take his fat dick even deeper.......

like his thighs sticking to the back of your own, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the sound of the waves as he screws you, the only thing cooling you both down being the sea breeze that wafts by every so often.

his hair still being wet from his swim, hugging his face perfectly. he smells like salt and pure summer, cheeks red and sun-kissed. his lips being slightly cold, causing goosebumps to form over your arms when they press against your hot shoulder. he leans down to kiss it; teeth gliding across your neck and pulse point whilst he makes his way there, making you jump whenever he nips at you as some sort of twisted joke only he finds funny.

the way the material of your tiny bikini bottoms presses against your clit as he keeps them out of the way just enough that his cock can keep pushing into you, making you feel so fucking full. it all makes you so wet that it's almost kind of slippery; slick literally gathers on the trimmed, coarse hairs that tickle your sensitive bundle of nerves whenever he presses himself against you........... it's all so messy and sloppy!!

and him being so mean as he fondles you and gropes you all over. telling you to keep quiet and let him do what he wants, or he won't let you cum. he's definitely grabbing at your tits, fingers kind of clumsily pulling down your swimsuit top until your nipples are exposed and hard. you try to push him away, but all your attempts are half-assed cos you low-key dig it and he knows it and is just snickering from how badly you try to hide it; making you want to cry.

and you're catching more and more feelings for him despite that you definitely shouldn't. you just can't help it, every time he gives you attention it feels like it's a gift, even though deep down you know he's just using you. sure, he takes you out on little 'dates' that he says are just places you can hang out at anyway, but he's also always so arrogant and rude after all; pushing you around and always getting his way no matter what you do or say because he's 'older' and 'more experienced' and all of that bullshit.

but then sometimes - rarely - he turns soft. he praises you without any backhanded comments he usually spits at you on the norm. calls you his pretty girl with eyes full of an emotion you can't quite understand the meaning of. pulls you into a side hug and ruffles your hair. lets you watch tv or play video games with him, and actually lets you win if he's not in a bad mood. sometimes, if he's feeling particularly nice, he even invites you to hang out with him and his friends, but always makes sure you're sticking close to him during the entirety of it.

he even kisses you if you ask nicely enough. presses his soft mouth against your own and sucks your tongue in until you're swooning over the feeling of his sharp canines grazing it. and that makes you clench around him so hard; makes you come undone in mere seconds, making him grit his teeth and cuss as he has to cover your mouth with his hand instead to keep you from squealing his name out.

AND THE RISK YOOO, ANYBODY COULD WALK PAST AND SEE YOU GOING AT IT, BUT HE JUST DOESN'T CARE AT THIS POINT!! you're his, his little bimbo stepsister that he just wants to fuck all day. hiding and slamming you in his room every other night just isn't enough anymore, he really does not give a shit kdsjfklsdjfkldsjf

you're barely walking when he drives you both home later. the moron is completely chill as he eats dinner with your stepmom and dad, pretending like he didn't just finish murdering your pussy an hour ago. the only off thing is that he eats way more than usual, but that's about it.

he doesn't even look at you, ignoring the way you almost choke on your food when he stretches his arms above his head with a sigh and drapes one across the back of your chair while still making conversation with your dad, pretending the action is purely platonic............. the tips of his fingers just barely touching your shoulder, he feels so content when you turn completely stiff because of it. he just loves to mess with you.

and how couldn't he? he's your big brother after all. that's literally his job.

smashing my head against the wall cos of this version of him, istg. he'd degrade you so good and fuck you even better </3 ppl have been asking for a part 2 of that fic, maybe i should write it lmaoooo

[blkkizzat]

Hey 😈 here!!! I'm happy to hear your trip went smoothly. I was worried based on the stories I was hearing about women being assaulted in certain parts of India, but I guess it's just like everywhere else you have to watch where you go. But that flight does sound really fucking long though, I hope you get a lot of rest now that you're back!! ^^ I wanna travel too....but sigh no one to go with cause I don't feel comfortable traveling by myself unless it's necessary

Hi 😈 anon!!! My pooks I hope you are well! Haha I did have a bump because one of the hotels booked was like a nightmare and we had to switch and it was like pulling teeth from the program coodinator but other than that it was very smooth! (lol may tell that storytime here one day cause its a doozy!).

Yes, I will say especially as a foreigner woman you definitely feel more eyes on you than usual and the men there do not have an issue with starring. Like O_O. LOL! Definitely a different type of cultural norm. Modesty is very highly valued, I would not recommend short skirts/shorts or cleavage bearing tops. I wore none of that and still felt eyes on us. The only time we really saw any skin or semi formfitting was with women wearing Sari and Lehenga (i got a custom made one when I was there I may post a pic with me in it soon!) where a bit of the mid drift is showing and the top is more tailored. Otherwise women wore loose fitting western clothes. Although we did go to some more mall type stores with non-traditional western clothes sold by Indian stores and they did have some halter or crop tops and short skirts but I never saw anyone wear anyway in public. I only saw one woman in leggings (without a long top/Kurta over it when she was about to go into the gym and even then she had dudes looking at her crazy lol. Omfg bless my doctor for the xanax prescription. The flights feel like a fever dream, but just on the way back dragged on a bit (i think cause I was super tired and eager to get home and had been up for so long) but surprisingly more bareable than I thought they'd be in the moment at least. Noise cancelling headphones is KEY!! My sonys were a godsend!

You definitely should try to travel! It can be intimidating if you are female identifying/presenting, especially alone but very rewarding. I've only flown places alone to meet up with groups (most nerve wrecking was definitely my Japan study abroad cause I had to meet up with a group at the airport and was terrified they would leave without me lmfaoooo). But I would consider going to like an all-inclusive resort or something alone. I just think its smarter to travel with someone else. The safest as a woman I felt anywhere was in Japan (even more than the US), but you still have to be careful there too.

[bluethedream]

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[yuthoe]

Midnight Sun (PENTAGON: Jo Jinho)

HIIIII

sooooo it's been roughly almost a year since i last posted (i'm blaming it on burnout, working on dnd fics, being busy with the youtube channel, and generally tired from work). but i am back with another fic and the first on the list of my currently untitled Vampire!AU Collection!

i'm planning to do all the guys i write for, by order of age, so it doesn't feel draggy if it looks like i'm focusing a lot on one group. this is also the first time in almost a year that i've completed a reader insert fic, so it might (be bad) feel disjointed or stiff at times. i'm sorry jinho, u were the sacrificial lamb

regardless, i hope yall like it, and look forward to the next fics!

PAIRING: Jinho x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, fluff. WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood & genre-typical injuries; mild profanity. WORD COUNT: 2,531.

MASTER LIST

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You heave a big sigh as you close the apartment door behind you, and drag your feet towards the lifted entryway. It takes some of your self-control to not just toss your work bag in the corner, leave your toed-off shoes cluttering the floor, drop your blazer in a messy pool on the shoebox. Work today has left you drained, with barely any energy left to get ready for bed.

As you slog through a meager leftover dinner from last night, a quick shower and soak in the tub (where you almost dozed off), and your nightly skincare routine with half-closed eyes, you wonder how your boyfriend is doing.

Jinho broke the news to you a couple of months ago, about being cast in a musical as one of the alternates for the male lead, and told you that he’d be coming home late at night because of rehearsals. You’re not sure when he does get home because you’re usually halfway to dreamland by 9PM on work days, but you just figure it’s very late, considering he’s still out cold by the time you wake up the next morning.

It’s like you two are passing ships, meeting long enough just to wave a hello, and then going your separate ways again.

As you get comfortable in bed, you glance at your phone, the only thing illuminating the dark room—8:30PM. They should be having dinner right about now, so you send him a short message:

Hi, honey. About to sleep; work tired me out. Have a good rehearsal day and get home safe. Love you. <3

You tuck yourself beneath the covers and stare at your phone on the nightstand, waiting for it to light up with a notification. But your eyes are heavy and your mind is foggy, and slowly you succumb to the sweet lure of sleep.

—

It is 1AM by the time Jinho gets home.

He knows the production staff didn’t mean for the rehearsal to run this late, but there was a lot to cover and the premiere is just around the corner. At this point, later and later nights might become the norm; he makes a mental note to ask the company if he can ask for a car to take him back home after rehearsals. He somehow managed to snag a ride with one of his castmates, but he knows it’s not going to work again.

He clears his throat some as he trudges down the hallway to the unit he shares with you. His legs feel weird, wobbly from overexertion and going back and forth across the stage. He stops every few paces to bounce on his heels to keep the nerves awake.

Shaking hands fiddle with his keys to unlock the apartment’s front door, which takes a while due to his spinning vision. If anything, Jinho attributes all this to the usual cooldown after practice—years of being active (whether as an idol or in the military, or as any of his cover-up occupations throughout history) has got him used to these sensations as nothing more than post-workout fatigue, and nothing else.

So when he finally gets the damn door open, and drops his bag by the entryway, and toes off his shoes, and is reaching to drape his jacket over the nearby coat rack…

He collapses.

—

You blink awake at the loud, heavy thud. It’s a struggle to straighten out your bleary gaze as you pat the nightstand for your phone to check the time, the bright display screen once again making you squeeze your eyes shut.

Jinho is still out, as evidenced by the cold sheets beside you, but maybe the loud thud is just him accidentally closing the door a little too hard. So you press the heels of your hands to your eyes for a moment before getting up and meeting your boyfriend at the door.

“Jinho?” you call out, stifling a yawn as you drag your feet down the hall in your house slippers. “Honey, are you home?”

There is no answer—no padding of feet, no rustling of clothes. Your brows furrow at the silence, and when you round the corner into the living space, with a direct view of the entryway, you take off running.

“Jinho!” Your knees scream in pain as you drop into a crouch in front of him, unconscious on the floor, pale and sweating, face scrunched up. You pat him gently on his cold, clammy cheek. “Baby? Baby, wake up!”

A groan is your only response, and you wonder how hard it’s going to be to carry a full-grown man all the way to bed.

—

The first thing Jinho sees when he wakes up is the small chandelier with faux-glass bulbs you’d installed to spice up the living area. It’s about two years old now, and the landlady still hasn’t noticed that you’d replaced her boring old light. The world behind the gauzy curtains is still dark, meaning it hasn’t been long since he got home.

His mouth is dry and his throat is tight, like there’s an itch he can’t scratch. He groans again as he tries to slowly sit up, the thin blanket you’d draped over him slipping from his shoulder. But as soon as he’s upright, his vision swims and he drops back onto the throw pillow.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, groaning into the air.

A few seconds later, he hears your feet pad around the corner from the bedroom. His gaze lands to you, your face the picture of worry as you make your way to sit next to him on the couch.

You hold his cold hand, gently brush his bangs away from his face. “Are you okay? You had me worried a little.”

His brows furrow as he tries to recall what happened, but as much as he tries to think through the ensuing headache, he remembers nothing.

“I… What happened, exactly?” he asks, voice scratchy and dry, sounding like barely a whisper. “I can’t remember a thing.”

You bite your lip, squeeze his hand as you answer softly, “I don’t know. I was sleeping, and then I heard a loud thud by the door. I thought you just closed it really loudly, but when I came out to meet you, I saw you. On the floor. And you wouldn’t wake up when I called your name, and I was really scared—,”

“Sshh, it’s okay,” he says, cupping your face, reassuring you of his presence even though he feels like he’s being set on fire from the inside. “It’s okay… I’m here, honey.” He softly strokes the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

You hold his hand in both of your own, lean into his comforting touch. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never seen you like that before.”

"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry for scaring you." He has an inkling of why he might have collapsed, so he tries to think back on what he’s been doing for the past few days. “I think I know what happened, though.”

You lower your entwined hands to your lap, fiddle with his fingers as you wait patiently.

“Do you remember when I last fed?” he says, face scrunched in concentration. “Because I can’t either.”

It’s then that you see the red film covering his irises, and the realization hits you like a truck. “I have no idea.” You sigh loudly and wipe a hand over your face; you should have realized as soon as he opened his eyes. “God, I’m so stupid. I should have realized.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Jinho scolds gently. “I’ve never gone this off-schedule since the early 1800s. And because of that, I never told you the symptoms of extreme hunger.” He lifts his hand again and brushes your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “It’s not your fault, okay? If anything, it’s an oversight on both our parts.” He wishes he could lean up to kiss away the furrow in your brow, but his limbs are too numb. 

"I'm gonna feel bad about it for a little while, though," you say, brushing away the bangs that cover his eyes. "Should I check the fridge for bags?" 

Jinho smiles—telling you that he's a vampire is probably one of the smartest things he's ever done. "Yes, please." 

"Do you have a preference?" you ask. When he shakes his head, you lean over to drop a kiss on his forehead and whisper, "I'll be right back." 

"'Kay," Jinho says simply, eyes trailing your figure as you slide in socked feet towards the small kitchen.

Sometimes he wonders what life would be like if he didn't bite the bullet and tell you about his condition. It'd be doubly frustrating and exhausting for sure, on top of constantly needing to lie and hide his true self from you, which he never liked doing in the first place. When you've lived a long, long life like he has, lying is a necessity; telling half-truths and concealing intentions becomes second nature. But when he finally met someone he wanted to spend the rest of their life with… well, things had to change.

Though his hearing is muffled from the dryness of his throat, he still hears you pad back into the living area and come back into his frame of sight to sit next to him on the couch. There is no sign of blood bags.

“So, bad news,” you start. “There’s no more bags in the fridge. I checked the small one in the bedroom too, but it’s all out.” You worry your lip, not looking at him. "What do we do?" 

Damn. Jinho is sure he still had a stock of bags, but it seems he's more out of it than he thought. Everyday has been a routine of wake up, go to rehearsals, go home, sleep, with barely any time to eat in between.

Jinho goes through every possible contingency in his foggy brain, but comes up with nothing. With a groan, he croaks out, "I have an idea… but I don't know if you're gonna like it." After taking so many precautions to make sure this wouldn’t happen, he can’t help but be disappointed that he let it get this bad.

But you shake your head, determined. "Anything to help you."

—

Jinho groans as he settles back against the couch cushions, feeling his bones rattle with every move he makes. You position yourself beside him, back towards him, as close as you can without crushing him.

“A little closer,” Jinho softly says, fingers slowly ghosting their way to grip at the fabric of your shirt at the waist as you adjust yourself. “That’s it. Lean back.” He feels you shiver as you follow his instructions, shifting your weight back until you can feel his cold breaths by your ear.

His hand seeks out your own, shaking and balled into a fist. “Last chance to change your mind,” Jinho whispers. “Are you sure about this, honey?”

You swallow hard and nod. “Yep. I’m sure.” You open and close your hands, trying to dispel the nerves that make your limbs stiffen, and reach for your boyfriend’s hand. There is absolutely no reason to be scared—you know Jinho is careful, and would never intentionally hurt you. You reach up with a hand and comb your hair away from your neck, exposing the skin to his hungry eyes, and tug away the neckline of the loose shirt you’re wearing.

Jinho tucks his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent as the hand on your waist crawls forward to rest on your stomach. It could just be the intense hunger, but Jinho swears that you have the most intoxicating scent in the world. He feels you take another deep, shaky breath.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers, licks a wet stripe up your neck as his thumb rubs your knuckles to calm you down. “It’ll hurt just a bit.”

The piercing pain that followed his words isn't that bad, but you still make a surprised whimper. His sharp fangs puncture through the sensitive skin like it was nothing, and the thought of them being so inherently dangerous sends a shiver down your spine.

Jinho groans as your blood floods his tongue, the initial metallic taste giving way to a sweet and syrupy flavor. He’s never imagined having you like this; you’ve crossed a line and you can never go back.

You sag against him, body relaxing as he gets his fill of you. He feels the strength returning to him as he drinks—his breathing has returned to normal, he isn’t shaking with every movement, and his throat is soothed, as if he just drank a pitcher of ice cold water on a hot summer’s day. At some point, the hand that was clutching your shirt moved to cup your chin and guide your head the way he wanted, while the fingers of his other hand entwined with yours.

He finishes off the meal with one last lick to the puncture marks to seal off the wounds. Gentle hands immediately guide you backwards to rest against his chest. Jinho lets you calm down from the high you must have felt while he was feeding, before asking, “You okay? Do you feel dizzy? Or nauseous? I can get you some water in a bit.”

You chuckle at his mother-henning. “I’m all right, Jinho. I think I just need a minute.” You burrow yourself deeper into his hold, bring a hand up to his cheek and look into his eyes from where your head is settled on his shoulder. The warm, chocolate brown shade that you love is back; no trace at all of the intense scarlet from earlier. “I’m glad you’re okay now, though.”

Jinho leans down, sponges a kiss on your smiling lips. “I am. I can’t thank you enough for this, it’s… I know it’s a big step. And honestly, I was a little scared you’d just run away because it’s too much.”

But you just shake your head. “I told you: I wanted to help. Losing a little blood isn’t a big deal if it was to help you feel better.”

Your boyfriend groans playfully, securing his arms around your middle and burying his face in your shoulder. “How could I be so lucky?” he whispers, mostly to himself. He feels your fingers gently card through his hair as you both relax. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, cuddling closer.

And when you get the feeling back in your fingers and toes, Jinho sweeps you up in his arms and carries you to bed, promising he’d be back with some water and a granola bar. He leaves with a soft kiss to your forehead. You watch as he ambles back into the kitchen, looking even better than he did a week ago when you last saw him properly.

The digital clock on the nightstand blinks 2:09AM, and you briefly worry about how you’re have to wake up in five hours for work, before saying fuck it, and getting comfortable in the blankets as you wait for Jinho.

Work be damned—you are going to spend some quality time with your sweet boyfriend.