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[sssakied]

About me ! ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖

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๑º ─── 08z| Latina(Ecuadorian)| she/her

⤷ ゛Coer, Tokki, multifandom

༊ ot5

Bias

→ Seonghyeon, Haerin 𖹭

+ Jungwon, Ohyul, Moka, Kya, Sana, Anton, Wonyoung, Haewon, Hueningkai, Karina, Hyujin, etc.

(yes I have biases of groups I don't Stan lmao)

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(DNI) homophobes , racists , misogynistics, zionists , maga supporters , pedophiles, transphobes, weirdos, in general ppl with hateful n harmful tendencies

©sssakied

[eomagahd]

HALF FINISHED ❦ KIM JUHOON

synopsis: juhoon agreed to help you study because your grades were dropping. The moment he does, every formula, definition and vocabulary word disappears from your brain.

genre: established relationship, fluff fluff did i mention fluff?, tutor!juhoon, pecks or whatever, messy/unorganized!reader and perfectionist!juhoon

wc: 1,7k Masterlist

The first thing Juhoon did when he walked into your room was complain.

“How do you even live like this?”

You looked up from your bed just in time to watch him kick a pile of clothes out of his path.

“It’s none of my business.”

“That’s literally all it is.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting over to make room for him. Instead of sitting beside you, Juhoon headed straight for your desk, setting his bag down with a purpose that immediately made you groan.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Your exam is in four days.”

“Exactly. Four days, plenty of time.’’

Juhoon turned to look at you. The silence that followed was enough to tell you he’d already decided how the rest of your afternoon was going to go. There really wasn’t much you could do about it.

You’d neglected most of your assignments over the past few weeks, convincing yourself that you would catch up eventually. Eventually had turned into tomorrow, tomorrow had turned into next week and before you knew it, exam season had arrived way too fast.

Now your desk was buried beneath half finished worksheets, crumpled papers and textbooks you had barely touched.

It was a disaster by anyone’s standards, but especially by Juhoon’s. While you were perfectly content shoving loose papers into random folders and hoping for the best, Juhoon seemed physically incapable of leaving anything unorganized.

The moment he sat down, he began sorting through the mess without a second thought, stacking papers into neat piles and placing abandoned pens back into their holder as if he’d done it a hundred times before, which he probably had.

You rested your chin in your palm, watching him work. There was something strangely calming about it. The concentrated look on his face, the way his brows drew together every so often when he found a worksheet you forgot about, the quiet muttering under his breath whenever he realized just how much work you managed to avoid.

A laugh nearly slipped out when he pulled a worksheet from beneath a textbook and held it up.

“This was due two weeks ago.”

You shrugged.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft streaks of gold across your desk and illuminating the side of his face. It wasn’t fair, honestly. He was supposed to be helping you study, yet somehow you found yourself paying more attention to him than anything spread across the desk.

Just the fact that your boyfriend happened to be sitting less than a foot away from you.

“You know,” Juhoon began, finally breaking the silence. “I was expecting bad.”

His eyes flickered over another worksheet.

‘’This is worse than bad.’’

You gasped dramatically, pressing a hand against your chest. “Wow.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. Can’t believe you would say that to me.”

A quiet laugh escaped him before he shook his head and set the paper down. Despite the teasing, he didn’t look annoyed. If anything, he looked far too used to this.

“Sit properly.”

You groaned.

Juhoon ignored it.

For the first few minutes, everything went surprisingly well.

Juhoon explained a concept and you copied down what he said. You almost convinced yourself that this study session might actually be productive. Almost.

The problem started somewhere between the third page of notes and the second practice question.

One second, Juhoon was explaining something about the chapter you were supposed to have read days ago. The next, you found yourself watching the way his finger traced along the lines of the textbook as he spoke. His voice faded into the background, becoming little more than a soft murmur as your attention drifted elsewhere.

You blamed the fact that he was sitting too close, not that you ever complained.

Every now and then, his shoulder would brush against yours whenever he leaned forward to point something out, and each time it happened your thoughts seemed to scatter in a hundred different directions. You had been together for months. This shouldn’t feel like anything new.

Yet somehow, being alone with him always managed to affect you the same way.

“..and that’s why the answer would be C’’

You blinked, Juhoon was looking at you expectantly. The pause that followed lasted just a second too long. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You didn’t hear a word i just said.”

The disappointment in his voice was dramatically exaggerated, but it was enough to make you sit up a little straighter.

“I did.”

Juhoon raised an eyebrow and you immediately looked away.

“That’s what i thought.”

Before you could defend yourself, he reached over and lightly flicked your forehead.

It didn’t hurt.

If anything, it only made the stupid grin threatening to form on your face even harder to suppress.

“Focus,” he said.

“I’m trying.”

“Totally.’’

You rolled your eyes, but lowered your gaze back to the notebook anyway.

For a few minutes, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. Juhoon explained. You listened. Occasionally he would stop to make sure you understood something before continuing. It should have been painfully boring. For some reason, it felt nice.

Maybe it was because every time you got an answer right, his expression softened in a way that made your cheeks feel warm.

Or maybe it was because halfway through explaining a question, he reached over and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head before continuing as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, you were left staring at the page without reading a single word. These actions had Juhoon not think twice about them, it felt natural. To you, jolts rushed through your body everytime.

While you were busy trying to remember how to think like a functioning human being, he had already moved on, flipping through another page of your textbook as if he hadn’t completely messed up your thoughts.

You stared at him again. Maybe the studying was doomed from the very start.

A few minutes passed before Juhoon finally noticed that your book remained untouched. His eyes flickered from the blank page to your face.

Then he sighed.

“Come here.”

You frowned.

“I’m literally right here.”

“Closer.”

The corners of your mouth twitched despite yourself. Without much argument, you scooted your chair a little closer to his. Apparently that wasn’t enough because a second later Juhoon hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you the rest of the way over.

“There.”

Your heart immediately betrayed you.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

Juhoon glanced back down at the textbook resting open on the desk, but his arm remained loosely around your waist as he continued explaining whatever topic the two of you were supposed to be working through. Every now and then his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your side, completely unaware of the effect it was having on you.

You didn’t hear a single thing he said.

“Again?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’re staring at me instead of focusing.”

This time there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Before you could come up with an excuse, Juhoon leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against your cheek. The gesture was so casual that it almost felt unfair.

While he immediately returned his attention to the textbook, you were left staring at him.

“Juhoon.”

“Hm?”

“You can’t do that.”

His smile widened.

“Do what?”

You knew then that he was doing it on purpose.

You knew exactly what he was doing.

The small smile he was trying, and failing to hide gave him away almost immediately. Juhoon had realized you weren’t paying attention, and instead of calling you out on it like any reasonable person would, he’d apparently decided to make the situation worse.

Before he could return his attention to the textbook, you reached over and grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie tugging lightly until his shoulder bumped against yours again. It wasn’t enough. Unsatisfied, you shifted even closer, ignoring the look he sent your way.

“Can i help you?”

You hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider the question.

“No.”

“Then why are you practically sitting on me?”

“Because I want to.”

Juhoon shook his head, though there wasn’t much conviction behind it. At this point, he seemed far too accustomed to your behavior to be genuinely surprised by it. Still, he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted slightly in his chair making room for you without ever acknowledging what he was doing.

Neither of you said anything. The room settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper whenever Juhoon turned a page. You remained tucked against his side while he continued attempting to salvage your grades, one hand resting lazily on your arm as he read through another section of the chapter. Every now and then his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your sleeve, completely unaware of how distracting the simple gesture was.

Juhoon never seemed to realize when he was being affectionate. He would pull you closer without thinking, reach for your hand, press kisses to your forehead in the middle of conversations as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, you noticed every single one of them.

You tilted your head slightly, letting your gaze drift toward him. His attention was still fixed on the textbook, completely unaware that you’d spent the last several minutes looking at him instead of your notes.

A smile tugged at your lips.

“Juhoon.”

“Hm?”

“I think you’re a terrible tutor.”

Finally looking away from the page, he glanced down at you with an expression somewhere between amusement and suspicion.

“And why is that?”

“You’re very distracting.”

A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.

“You have a textbook right in front of you.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t see the problem.”

“Of course you don’t.”

The smile lingering on his face softened into something gentler as he looked at you for a moment longer than necessary. Whatever response he had been about to give seemed to disappear entirely. His gaze turned to your lips before returning to your eyes. The shift was subtle, enough that you almost thought you’d imagined it.

You leaned a little closer.

Then he reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning forward and pressing a long soft kiss against your lips.

When he finally pulled back, the smile on his face was impossible to miss.

“Can we study now?”

You stared at him.

“No.”

You looked at his lips and pressed yours into them again. You wrapped your arms around his neck slowly and he smiled into the kiss, completely abandoning the pen he held.

The notes half finished, but none of you cared. After not seeing him for a few days, the exam can wait.

❦

[pikapipipu]

my whole life 😏😏

[clubmochi]

THE WEIGHT WE COULDN'T SHARE ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ zhao yufan

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SYNOPSIS :: in which your chronic condition gets in between your relationship with james.

WC :: 2.3k

CONTAINS :: heavy angst, no comfort (for now hehe), lots & lots of tears, arguing, pcos, endometriosis, doctors, hospital, pulling back, avoidant attachment, negative mindset, hints of depressive tendencies

PLAYLIST :: fine line by harry styles, scott street by phoebe bridgers, medicine by daughter, call your mom by noah kahan, cold by novo amor

AN :: written for all those who struggle with chronic conditions and illnesses too, i feel you and i am here for you. my DMs are always open for you ♡ it is so beyond exhausting, but we fight this together :) i’d also like to add that you absolutely CAN have children with these chronic conditions, but the main lead here tends to think the worst of things :(

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There is a particular kind of heartbreak in discovering your suffering was real all along. 

Seated in my doctor’s clinic, I’m jittery–hands shaking, nails bitten, knee bouncing up and down to the sound of the clock’s ticking. Everything is simultaneously too loud and too quiet. I’ve been here quite often for the past few months, and before that, in several other clinics just like this one. Each time, I’d go home with the same doctor’s note to simply “get more rest” or “change my diet”. I spent years adapting to pain I should have never had to normalize. Years believing that everybody was in constant wars with their bodies; Years believing that everyone lived this tired.  

Nobody tells you how painful it is to finally be understood, to finally be told that there would be a reason, a truth, a diagnosis for everything that had been deemed “normal” by many professionals before them. 

I didn’t cry when they told me what it was, nor when the words “PCOS” or “Polycystic Ovary Syndrome” and “Endometriosis” stared back at me–I cried because I finally knew it wasn’t all in my head. 

When the initial shock had subsided and the doctor’s appointment had concluded, I still found myself shaking as I walked to the car. I should have done something–called James to pick me up perhaps, but the thought of him had only brought a sinking feeling within me. The feeling wasn’t sudden–it crawled beneath my skin, restless and electric. My chest tightened like a fist slowly closing around my lungs. The space of my car suddenly felt smaller, thinner.

I’d always imagined this moment of diagnosis would come with all the positive emotions—joy, elation, perhaps even comfort. I’d imagined I’d call James immediately–jumping and prancing in delight. In pure relief that there’d finally been a tangible reason for all that I’d been through, a hope for a cure, or a treatment plan I could begin.

But that hope became a complicated thing when I found out there would be no cure waiting at the end of things. Because that is the thing with chronic conditions–they last a lifetime. And as my doctor had explained, the hardest part of PCOS and Endometriosis would not be the pain, but the permanence of it. 

Many would argue this diagnosis was not a big deal–from the outside, I looked healthy enough for people to doubt my suffering. I’d learned to smile through the symptoms that were severe enough to keep me awake at night–to keep James awake at night. Sweet, sweet James–who’d stuck with me through the cancelled plans and midnight pharmacy runs and the nights I’d wake up shaking in pain. He’d bury the shame of cancelling plans with his friends last minute, perhaps not even feel that shame at all, if it meant I needed him. Run to the nearest pharmacy at the crack of dawn for me. Hug me and console me through all the physical pain and mental torment that came with chronic conditions. 

I recall the nights that pain had made me distant, exhausted, ashamed of needing things. He’d told me once that that had been the part he hated the most. The shame. Not the illness itself. Not the long nights, pharmacy runs, or cancelled plans. He said he’d hated the way I apologized for it, every single time.

How could I bare not to? Just like I could not bare the idea of having James stuck to a lifetime of this–just how much misery would he be in to be left to take care of me? 

My phone rings, but I can’t take my hands off the wheel. I’m still parked at my doctor’s clinic, but my hands clutch the wheel with a pressure so intense my knuckles begin to pale. I feel it then–the pain that crawls through my pelvis and wraps around my abdomen, leaving me to simply clutch onto my stomach and hope and pray it goes away.

It doesn’t go away.

Even when the physical pain subsides, the ache in my chest never leaves. Not when James calls, once, twice–five times. Not when calls from his friends follow; a message from Keonho, a photo from Martin. 

MARTIN: Thought I’d send this to you. Wouldn’t James make such a good dad someday?

The photo feels like a slap to the face. It’s an image of James, with an unfamiliar baby fast asleep in his arms. From the notifications that follow from Keonho, you realize it’s a staff’s baby. You love babies, had always hoped to have a few of them someday.

That hope feels like a fool’s dream now. 

JAMES: I’m sorry for spam calling you, just got excited at the thought of your reaction.

JAMES: I know how much you love babies.

JAMES: You must still be in your doctor’s appointment. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. Let me know if you want me to pick you up, love. Practice is ending soon. 

For once, the idea of James coming home to you doesn’t feel comforting. It’s scary. Not because of James, no, never him. But because of the doubt that had taken root in your heart and had found it’s way to your head–planting itself like vicious weeds. 

I’d been sitting on the bathroom floor when he’d found me. I hadn’t even realized he’d arrived home, missed the familiar jingle of his house keys and his call of my name. I’d folded into myself by the bathtub, tired of heaving the contents of my stomach into the toilet. The heating pad I’d managed to microwave twenty minutes ago had already gone cold beside me.

The apartment was dim, save for the dingy hallway light behind James, who took one look at me and softened immediately. What had I done to warrant that reaction? That softness?

“Hey,” he said quietly. 

I didn’t answer right away. My hands were gripping the fabric of my sweatpants so tightly my knuckles had gone pale.

“Bad?” he asks.

I only nod slightly.

He kneels by me, runs his hands through my hair like many times before. Braids it, just so I avoid getting any more vomit in it. He rubs at my back. Kisses my head. I’m familiar with this routine, comforted by it even, but how many more times can he go through this before he gets tired of it? Before he gets tired of me? 

He puts his arms around me, attempting to carry me in one gentle swoop, but I put my hands on his shoulders instead; a warning to stop. I know he’s strong, in more ways than one, but I’m just as aware of James’s strength as I am of the weight this diagnosis has caused me to put on. James frowns then, but refuses to comment on what he knows is going on in my head. He knows that sometimes, the only thing louder than the voices in my head is the quiet of his embrace. So he simply holds me, patiently, lovingly, achingly. 

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The days continue on like that. 

It’s an exhausting routine of late night nausea and early morning aches. It makes me cry on the nights I realize this is my reality–but it doesn’t have to be his. He doesn’t need to condemn himself to a lifetime of this.

The abdominal cramps hurt, but the idea of James finding out about the diagnosis hurts further. It’s an ache I can’t describe. The image of James realizing many things: that this is my forever, that I will be in a constant in between state of extreme discomfort and seldom relief, a level of high-maintenance that is exhausting–even for me, pains me. 

So I do what I do best,

Pull back.

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It started so gradually James almost convinced himself he was imagining it. 

At first, it was little things. 

You stopped falling asleep on his chest during movies. Stopped reaching for his hand first when you crossed streets. Your replies became shorter somehow, softer around the edges, like you were carefully sanding pieces of yourself down before handing them to him.

James had realized it far before you did–you were pulling back, and he couldn’t recognize why. 

Had the weight of being an idol’s girlfriend finally taken over you? The coming home far beyond the hours of daylight, the secretive dates and even more secretive relationship, the tours around the world without you, the company rules and laws he had to follow–had James failed you? Lost you?

No. James tells himself. He can’t have, because to lose you is to lose a part of himself. To lose you is to leave you behind, and James could never do that.

So he tells himself he’s imagining it. Tells himself that maybe you’re busy, or tired, or that perhaps by tomorrow, you will feel normal again. But tomorrow arrives, and you are a little more distant. And the cruelest part? There is nothing obvious to fight.

No argument. No betrayal. No slammed doors.

Just a quiet retreat.

He keeps reaching for you anyway; physically, emotionally. He tries to get an explanation out of you, but he thinks otherwise. You’re already going through enough. So he’s left with absence, and his greatest love slowly becoming a memory while still standing in front of him.

James believes death would be easier than this.

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It’s a Tuesday evening when James’s resolve finally breaks.

It was 5pm, multiple hours before his usual work day ends. You were cleaning what had been left of the dishes when your phone had rung. You picked it up without looking at the contact, a habit of yours that James would softly remind you to stop. 

Your last name was uttered, loudly, echoing from your phone speaker and throughout the apartment you and James had learned to call home. You had once again failed to notice James’s presence by the entryway, his figure hidden behind the wall you’d painted together once. 

“I’d just like to remind you of your ultrasound appointment tomorrow.” The voice continued. “I’d suggest bringing a loved one, or anyone who may be of support to you.” 

The call had ended, and soon after you were typing a message to James, who remained rooted by the doorway. 

ME: Yufan, I’m going to Chaewon’s apartment tomorrow.

ME: Don’t come looking for me.

A low, humorless laugh sounded then. It made you jump, relieved only for a moment when you saw it’s source, and then back to fear. “Chaewon’s, huh?” James said sadly. “Why don’t you trust me anymore?” 

Silence.

“What is really going on, love?” James cried out. It was only then that you noticed his tears. “Because with the lying, and the ultrasound, and the pulling away from me, I’m really starting to think things that I do not want to think.” 

You were speechless for a moment, feeling the weight he had been carrying finally crash down on you. “I can’t tell you,” You whispered brokenly, shaking your head repeatedly, “Because if I do, then it’s all real. If I tell you, you won’t–” You heave, a deep cry rushing out, “You won’t love me anymore.” 

James’s heart shattered. “Wh-why won’t I love you anymore?”

It was as though you had finally come to realize his thoughts then. “No-no! It’s not like that. That’s not what I meant. I’m not cheating, I swear. But-”

“But what, Y/N?” James’s voice broke, “What is going on?” 

Y/N. Not “love”, or “baby”. You were sure you’d done it now–led James to cross the bridge from your relationship and into defeat. He’d looked so tired then–the circles beneath his eyes and exhaustion in his posture was normal given his job, but the fatigue in his eyes is what got you. It was over, you’d told yourself. He was tired of you. 

“Baby?” He called out softly, “Are you–” He paused, trying to find the words, “Are you pregnant?” 

The words hit like a truck. With your condition, you didn’t know if you’d ever be having this conversation of pregnancy again. So, you savour it. That fleeting moment of hope in James eyes that perhaps you’d be starting a family. 

You couldn’t give James a family. And that shattered you. 

“--Because we can figure it out,” James continued helplessly, “I’ll tell the company, leave if I have to, we’ll move someplace near our parents cause we both know we’ll need them–”

“James–” “--If this is why you’re pulling back, I swear, we’ll figure things out,” James cried, “Just don’t leave me. Please. Don’t leave me. We’ll make such great parents and–” “James.” It was only then that James had noticed the fatigue in him had mirrored in you too. He stopped his rush of words, watched helplessly as you clutched onto your abdomen and fell onto the floor in a cry. He rushed to you then–only to be pushed away once more.

“We can’t.” You cried, “We can’t.” 

James stared at you with a sadness so intense it made you want to shrivel up. You could see it then–the confusion that had begun to fade into slow understanding. “We can’t what?” He whispered, but you knew he knew the answer. 

“We can’t be parents. Not together.” You finally said, “I might not—I might not be able to give you children.” 

Silence. You’re both trapped in a silence so loud it rings in your ears and makes your stomach churn violently. James doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, has this faraway look in his eyes as he gets lost in his thoughts.

You stand then, taking the keys from the pot you two had made together once–in a time when you had been younger, more free, happier. Oblivious from the realities of this cruel world. 

And as you leave the apartment, you miss the pained whisper that follows from James: 

“Why did you think that would make me love you any less?” 

[jjuhyeons]

current wip is at 6k!!

[mochimaruu]

i need everyone to know that a group of crazy russians are attempting to k1ll illit in their next fan meeting. i rlly hope youve heard abt this before and if u haven’t nows the time to spread the message. thousands on social media platforms are giving hundreds of warnings to try and warn hybe. i need you guys to help please. i will stop spamming warnings even on here until i know illit will be okay and the ppl who are behind this are caught.

please it doesn’t take long to report to protecthybe.com. help us glitts to keep illit safe. i dont care if you don’t listen to illit or kpop or ur a toxic bunny who thinks illit copied nwjns. illit members are human beings and someone’s daughters, a mothers baby. take action now. spread this message until hybe magically sees it. keep illit safe.

[sssakied]

what the fuck 💀 sometimes I wonder what the hell is going on with my fandom...

[eu4mi]

JAMES IS BLONDE ?!?!?!?!

I NEED HIM !!!! its not even a joke anymore guys

pls pls pls he’s driving me insane

also why does everyone look so freaking cute what the helly im gonna eat them all

[saturnsfae]

— vampire brothers maki & james headcanons!!

meet the infamous vampire brothers, everyone knows as james and maki. lucky you get to know them more personally.

warnings: fluff + nsfw. mdni. — afab!reader… maki has a tongue piercing, james has an eyebrow piercing, nightclub setting, mentions of dates and weird date locations, petnames (darling, my love, doll, human) heavy makeouts, detailed descriptions of human anatomy, romantic vampire! james, flamboyant wild vampire!maki, mentions of blood drinking/sucking & teeth/fangs, they both want reader (????), sex positions, slight temperature play, vampire munches mentioned, etc etc… >.<

sticky note: adding onto this previous post… ask and u shall receive!! emptied out my brain and dumped it on here with this au… hope u all like itttt ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა

vampire!maki, the younger brother. who’s the one you first meet at a nightclub, pulls you into his lap and offers a sip from his own glass while promising he won’t bite when you’re a bit reluctant… he is cute though, so you stay the the whole night until you can’t handle the liquor he ends up pouring into your mouth.

vampire!maki, who was close to ripping out his undead heart from nerves when he told you what he really was after a couple of hang outs together, almost shedding tears of blood when you shrugged it off saying you already knew. he was too cold, too pale to even pass as human, and he wasn’t slick with the way he’d sniff so intently at your neck.

vampire!maki, who lives a wild, more glamorously loud life compared to his brother who is still always in the same function but sitting silently at the other end of the couch, eyeing people over the dark colored glass stuck to his purplish lips.

vampire!maki, who’s more loud with his infatuation; showing you off and constantly yapping to his friends about you, getting you the most random gifts at horrible times of the dead night, making out with you whenever and whenever the carnal hunger overtakes his other senses.

vampire!maki, who takes you out in the most unconventional places for just a fun night, but still makes it so thrilling by showing how he basically lives his lifestyle as a vampire (a butcher shop, or in an abandoned church, or in a snowy cemetery).

vampire!maki, who makes feeding more of a playful mess full of eroticism, he can’t help it. your blood smells so good, taste even better on his pierced tongue, has to share it with you in a fit of giggles while he pushes your own thick crimson blood into your own mouth in a messy, heated kisses.

vampire!james, the older brother. who keeps his eye on you since the moment in the nightclub.. until the time is right, meeting you in the kitchen of his one late night when you both grab a drink. catches your eye with his sunken, tired gaze and sharp pierced eyebrows, that one bandaid always placed on the sharp edge of his cheekbone, he ruffles his blond hair that reminds you so much of your other lover… his brother.

vampire!james, who stalks how you move in the dance floor with maki with another person already attached to his own hip, accidentally piercing his bottom lip when he sees you take maki’s large glasses off his face and slide them on as maki’s hands pull your hips closer towards his own.

vampire!james, who’s infatuation is more alluring with his mysterious yet flirty approach, quietly looming and smiling only when you’re both enclosed in an intimate space. he doesn’t care to show his retracted canines, or the blood staining his teeth and lips when he pulls away from his favorite drink.

vampire!james, who’s says he wants to show you something, grabs you by the hand and takes you to the most breathtaking places just to watch your enthusiasm with a glint of endearment in his darkened eyes (the rooftop of a cathedral, libraries after closing or opera theatres).

vampire!james, who always makes sure he’s leading his meal out the nightclub before the night ends.. but hasn’t feed every since he met you because he’s the type to starve himself just so he can have the full natural taste of your blood ever since he smelled it up close.

vampire!james, who makes feeding more of a sacred ritual, planting gentle slow kisses and littering them with light grazes of his canines as he gently but firmly grips your hair to crane your neck for his sharp teeth. licks over the wound with such reverent and kisses you deeply, uttering soft phrases of his gratitude.

— nsfw below!! ꜜ ꜜ

vampire!maki, who because has ventured long enough in the world to not give a fuck about unwritten human society rules, would take you anywhere and everywhere and let people join in (only if you want to) but god forbid somebody asks for a tiny taste of your neck. “oh? i heard your heart beat faster.. what? you getting excited about him joining, human?”

vampire!james, who dislikes just even the idea of sharing you, very possessive and always devoured you whole until you’re left only remembered the feeling of him deep inside you or the gentle whispers he left in your burned red ears as he nips gently. “can’t believe he would share this delicacy. you’re mine when you’re with me, you got that?”

vampire!maki, who loves when you flinch at the initial touch of his cold fingertips against your warm sex, giggling between words: “oh you poor doll. already trembling for me? all i did was touch her..” unlike his brother..

vampire!james, who instead sucks the shocked gasp from your parted lips and murmurs gently in your mouth, “shhh, my love. i promise i’ll warm up to you soon, share your warmth with me.”

vampire!maki, who’s favorite position is between your thighs. best place to feed right on your femoral vein, watching your panties get soaked right in front of his hazy reddened eyes the more he sucks and the more you pull straight on the roots of his bright blond hair. caught in the dilemma of what do to first: eating you out or actually feed. “god, please let me eat you a bit more.”

vampire!james, who’s favorite position is folding you in his arms, mating press. sharp nose pressed against your scm muscle, sinking underneath skin right when your soft walls grow tight enough and hands grip hard enough on his blond spiky hair to bring him over the edge. almost tears through his burgundy silk sheets with how bad his grip gets and his restraint loosens. “you’re perfect, my darling. take all of me.”

vampire!maki, who loves when you bite him back and giggles and moans loudly as you bite around his pecs and by his hips. absolute freak that loves to smother your blood all over his face because those burgundy stained glasses are for james, he drinks unconventionally.

vampire!james, who essentially growls and smiles when you nip down on his finger knuckles after he pressed them into your mouth. psychological play.. pricks his fingertip with his own fang and lets you suck out your own blood that’s running in his body through his fingertip.

vampire brothers!maki and james, who love you and your body like that exact moment would be the last night ever in your life and utters through your mind in such a deep, lovely tone, “my brother could never love you like this. exactly how i’m loving you right now.”

@junrenjun @wivfleur @makizdoll @doyoueverthinkofrose @an1m3ow @rikunotfound @find-the-angels-find-lucena @torusblindfold @sunmoonnie

[sadisticnecrophiliac]

[lostvenuss]

𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥

seonghyeon x fem reader (fluff)

(💭) synopsis: you couldn't sleep, so you called your bf to sleep over. cw: none, just insomnia. ty for reading !

“move your ass”, he positioned himself to lie down with you.

“wow, that's the boyfriend anti-insomnia treatment you said?”

“yeah and be thankful I'm not charging you the fee”

together in bed, he pulled the blanket over you and patted your hair, being the big spoon. a warm, affectionate feeling passed between you two. his ran his hand softly through your hair, murmuring.

you stared at the wall in the dark, thinking about how Seonghyeon had given you all the support you needed all day, staying with you and distracting you from your daydreams. you had played games, worked on college theses, watched a movie while teasing each other. an truly best friend. but there's still this thought.

sighing, you turned to him. faces meeting, him looking at your eyes. “what if I can never sleep again?”

he immediately laughed. “there's no such a thing”

“could be”

“no, you'll still be able to sleep, it's just... a bad moment. you're just very overwhelmed, that's why I'm telling you not to worry so much about those stupid homework and projects”, he rolled his eyes. then saw how absorbed you were in listening to his words. “okay?”

“k”

he leaned down and kissed your forehead, sweetly. “now close your eyes, I'll be here... or count pharrell williams tag line until you sleep”

you guys chuckled.

[epiphyllum32]

BF KEONHO!

Bf Keonho x reader

(Fluff, drabble, headcannon, wholesome, sfw)

Bf Keonho! Who gets all cocky with his friends picking a fight with them but immediately fold when he wants you to baby him like a needy puppy.

He would constantly spam you with messages when he’s feeling a little needy.

“Babyy, I need you rn I miss you so bad”

“I wanna cuddle you :((“

Bf Keonho! Who would randomly shows up to your apartment without warning so you were forced to let him in. While Keonho, happy as hell that he finally see his beloved gf no longer waste time to embrace you into a hug, rubbing his head on your neck like a kitten. You melted onto his arms and you pat his head.

Bf Keonho! Who would spend both your time just laying around your bed. When he got tired of playing on his phone, he would scoot close to you to watch whatever your doing on your phone while he slowly embrace you, clinging onto your body. From time to time he would touch your phone screen to scroll or like the video when he’s getting too engaged.

“Hey, I was watching that! Why’d you scroll” you look at him annoyed and slightly smack his forearm

He laughed at your reaction “My bad, I won’t bother anymore” but you know damn well he’ll do it again.

Bf Keonho! Who’d get teased by his friends when they accidentally saw the conversation between you too, making fun of how soft he gets and acts like a baby to you but appears all tough and cocky to them.

The way he acts docile to you but immediately switch up to his friends is so amusing to you. You think it’s cute that he only acts like that to you.

[jpnriikicore]

── bf headcannons

! bf james who is the type to bring you your favorite snacks that he remembers you buying or gushing about without any strings or reasoning. he just shows up randomly with them every now and again, just to show he was thinking about you throughout the day.

! bf james who brings you your preferred flowers, remembering how you mentioned it once during a date. flustered, hands them off to you before a small odd noise escapes from his throat. he secretly enjoys how you admire and appreciate them, even if you don’t verbally express it. your eyes are a tale sign that you feel seen.

! bf james remembers the tiniest thing that you say. even it’s mindlessly said during a conversation or an insignificant thing you’ve said. he tries to soak up as much as you say, it gives him more clues into your heart and what gestures you like regardless of your love language.

! bf james shows up and surprises you with a diamond ring like it didn’t cost anything. he insists on buying everything, never letting you lift a card or cash. your bag is at this point for decoration. after seeing you eye a ring through the shop’s window, real diamonds and thick band. he just knew he had to have it.

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© JPNRIIKICORE, 2026

[saturnsfae]

somebody get me away from… the vampire brothers…. (⸝⸝0⸝⸝0⸝⸝)

[sssakied]

i really miss @cortizzlr dude, her fics were absolutely peak. I hope she's doing well ❤️‍🩹

[sssakied]

Coers n james girlies rn:

[t0m1efan]

just look at him, i have no more words...

[coerduroybaji]

JAMES IS BLOND I REPEAT JAMES IS FUCKING BLONDEEEE!!!??!?!?

Just woke up and he already made my whole day, week, AND month 🙏🥹🤤🤤🤤

HE FINE ASLLLL HOLY SHIT HOLD ME BACK😂✌️✌️🤤🤤🤤