#[& he's just....um well...i took a bath??]

[everyonewooeverywhere]

NSFW | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: you had been locked in your room all week, and being the curious puppies that they are, yunho and mingi had to take a peek.

pairing: dog hybrid!mingi x cat hybrid fem!reader x dog hybrid!yunho

genre: smut | hybrid au

rating: 18+

word count: 1.3k

content/warnings: dubcon (borders on noncon so read at your own discretion), double penetration, light fear play, somnophilia, lowk himbo mingi

notes: honestly i liked this more when i was writing it 😅 but um...enjoy? also i didn't even attempt to edit this 💀

“Dude, quiet the fuck down. You’re gonna wake her up!” Yunho whispered loudly from where he stood near your bed. Glaring at his friend who had just tripped over whatever miscellaneous junk you had lying around in your dark room.

Mingi cringed, “Sorry!”

Yunho rolled his eyes. He should’ve come alone. But Mingi had begged him to join. 

You had been locked in your room all week with only occasional visits from Seonghwa, your shared caretaker, which they assumed were to bathe you and feed you. And Seonghwa had explicitly banned them from visiting this week. But they were both just so curious. Why were you hiding? They had to know.

Now they stood before you, and they could hardly contain themselves. The way you curled up under your giant fluffy white blanket, with your matching ears poking out the top, made you look so fucking sweet and vulnerable to them. 

Yunho remembered the day Seonghwa brought you home very vividly. Hwa had talked at length about needing another feline presence in the home and how he worried that Sannie was getting lonely without a partner, and so he purchased you from a breeder that specialized in hybrids of the…relational variety. And when he brought your home that day…well Yunho is sure he’ll never forget it. It wasn’t the curious twitch of your nose that caught his eyes first. Or the glistening white fur that adorned your ears and tail. Or even the way Seonghwa had dressed you up in a pretty pink dress and tied a ribbon at the end of your long tail. No. 

What caught his attention first?

Your fear. 

The way you trembled when you looked up at him, and though he supposed the other large man beside him was partially responsible, Mingi’s mind never really strayed further than how good your boobs looked in that dress. But for weeks after first meeting you, Yunho couldn’t rid his head of the image of your big eyes full of tears as you looked up at him. It kept him up at night and had him furiously fucking his fist, imagining your fear-filled expression and your body trembling underneath him. He had to have you.

When they slid into your bed and under the blanket with you, your sweet scent overwhelmed their senses. Mingi, who laid right up against your back, couldn’t help but bury his nose in your neck. His large tail thumping loudly against the bed in excitement. You wiggled in your sleep, subconsciously adjusting to the two large hybrids that had snuggled up with you.

Mingi whimpered into your shoulder when your ass pressed into his already throbbing dick, “She smells so good…” He took another deep breath of your intoxicating scent, his large hands needily groping at your thighs and ass. Your tiny pink silk shorts left nothing to his imagination. 

Yunho, who lay in front of you, softly caressed your face. Clearly much more composed than his friend behind you. He studied your face. So calm and relaxed. Your lashes resting on the soft skin of your cheeks. Your lips positioned in a little pout that made it near impossible for him to not just devour you right there. And your fluffy white ears wiggled with every moment him or Mingi made.

Leaning toward your sweet, sleeping face, he pressed his nose into your hair. It twitched when he breathed you in. He hummed, “She’s in heat.”  He brought a hand up to your ear, scratching it the way he’d seen his caretaker do plenty of times before. And the way you purred at the contact made his dick twitch. 

He looked up from your peaceful face when he heard Mingi let out another whine. He looked at his friend, mildly annoyed, but Mingi just looked back at him with lust-filled eyes, “She’s not wearing any underwear.”

Yunho scoffed when he saw the pleading look in Mingi’s eyes, “Can you put it in without cumming immediately?” Mingi nodded furiously. “Fine.”

And he took no time at all slipping his cock out of his pants and pulling your shorts down so they sat around your thighs. He pressed his tip at your entrance, groaning at how it already was dripping, like you were waiting on them to come. You started to shift as he pushed himself further in. 

Yunho could see that you were waking up, and he felt his stomach flip in anticipation. He fitted his hand right over your mouth before leaning into your ear, “Wake up, kitty~” You shivered. “Come on, sweet kitty. You have company. We just wanna play.”

Your eyes shot open right as Mingi bottomed out inside you. Yunho’s large hand was the only thing that muffled your high-pitched squeal. Mingi kissed your neck and brought a hand to your clit, “Kitty, your pussy is so warm. I wanna stay here forever.” Pleasure shot through your body as he rubbed fast circles on your clit. 

You looked up at Yunho, who only smiled down at you. With tears in your ears, you grabbed at his wrist. Trying to pry his hand off of your mouth. “Will you be quiet?” You nodded, but you whined involuntarily as Mingi brought you closer to your orgasm. Yunho smirked. “Cum for Minnie.” He breathed in your ear, “Go ahead, kitty. Go on and cum. I know you want to. Just a sweet kitty whose cunt is perfect for stretching and breeding. You don’t know any better, do you?” You sobbed into his hand as you felt yourself getting closer, “Oh, you sweet thing. I know you're so close. Let go. Let go for Minnie. He loves pretty kitties that do what they're told.”

Mingi choked back a loud cry when you clamped down on him. Your orgasm crashed over you. And your whole body trembled at the overwhelming feeling. Yunho watched your face intently as you came. Loving the way your eyes rolled back. 

He finally removed his hand from your mouth and chuckled at the way you returned to your natural instincts as you cuddled up to him is your post-orgasm bliss. You looked up at him, dazed. And your tail wrapped around his leg. He stroked your hair and pulled your leg over his hip before you could even think to resist.

Yunho looked over at his friend, “You still hard?”

Mingi nodded with his face buried in your hair. “Very,” he muttered.

Perfect. He put a hand under your chin and pushed your face up to look at his, “Kitty?”

“Mmm?” you blinked, slowly coming back to yourself.

 He braced your leg to his hip so tight that you couldn’t even hope to move it, “Time for a little game, okay?”

As you started to realize your situation more clearly, that fearful look rose back into your eyes, “I…I don’t wanna play.”

Mingi giggled.

Yunho peered down at you, in confusion, “Kitty…that’s not how this works. You know better. Little kitties don’t get to disobey puppies. So…” he repeated, “We’re gonna play a game.”

You whimpered as you felt Yunho poke the leaking tip of his cock into your soaked entrance, “What’s the game?”

“Well, I’m so glad you asked, kitty,” he chuckled. “We’re gonna figure out,” your stomach dropped when you felt another dick press into you, “how far you can fit two cocks inside you before you cum.”

Yunho growled as you dug your claws into one of his arms, but he pressed forward. Both him and Mingi just narrowly fitting inside you. 

“I can’t–” you choked, “You’re too big. It doesn’t fit.”

Mingi whimpered at the feeling of your walls pressing Yunho’s cock into his, “But kitty…they do fit.” His grip on your hip was so strong it was bound to bruise, “Oh fuck–kitty you feel so good.”

“Shit!” Yunho grunted. Finally feeling himself bottom out with Mingi close behind him. He giggled, “See kitty? We fit just perfectly.” He pressed his thumb into your clit. “You’re doing so good…how about we all cum together, okay?”

You nodded, giving into to the large pup controlling you, “Please make me cum, puppy…”

He smiled, “Of course, kitty. I’m gonna make you cum until you can’t feel anything anymore.”

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[apomaro-mellow]

steddie falls into porn cliches on accident

Steve was in the middle of washing the conditioner out of his hair, loving the silky smooth feeling and watching the water turn from cloudy to clear as it was all rinsed out. He was ready to start washing his body in earnest now, when he heard the doorbell ring.

For a second, he was ready to just ignore it, thinking it might be a delivery or someone trying to solicit. They could leave whatever they had on the doorstep or keep moving. Then the bell rang a second time and Steve remembered that he was in fact supposed to answer it.

Robin had hired a plumber to fix their sink. She told him they'd be coming between 8 am to noon. Steve had gotten in the shower exactly at eight, thinking surely he had enough time in that window. What kind of plumber showed up this promptly!?

Steve turned the shower off and grabbed the first robe off the hook. It wasn't his, he knew that. But in his defense, Robin wasn't home and he liked to air dry when he could. She could get mad at him later for snagging hers. He tied it hastily, rushing to the door before the plumber left.

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Eddie waited for the door to be answered, checking his watch while he did. Today was his only appointment, so he thought he was doing well by showing up on the early end of the window. He was ready to spout the rehearsed script when the door opened. Good morning, Munson and Son Plumbing. You got a problem with your drain pipe? Well I'm here to fix it. Fun fact, I'm a guitarist, so I'm pretty good with my hands. Anyone you know looking for lessons?

His uncle didn't always like him plugging his side gig, but putting up posters around neighborhoods wasn't quite as successful as actual face time. Then the door fully opened and he got an entire eyeful. A dripping wet god of a man, his modesty just barely preserved in a bath robe. It did nothing to hide his thick, hairy thighs or impressive chest.

"Hi I'm here to handle your pipe!", Eddie blurted out. "I'm mean I'm good with my hands! P...plumbing! I'm the plumber, I'm here for your plumbing."

"Oh, y-yeah, we've been expecting you", Steve tried to close the top of his robe more and that made Eddie self conscious about staring.

Steve introduced himself and Eddie did the same as he was let into the house, somehow not putting his foot in his mouth as he did. Steve took him to the problem sink and Eddie got to work while Steve excused himself.

He went into his room, looking for something presentable only to find it was mostly his stuff for the club. Definitely not appropriate for a plumber visit. Then he remembered why. He had started a load of laundry last night. And when he woke up this morning, putting it in the dryer so it'd be ready once he was done with his shower.

He went to the laundry room to do just that, emptying the contents of the dryer into his hamper, bending over to do so. Once he was done, he'd be able to put together an outfit that didn't make him look like a desperate housewife.

Eddie had just finished tangling with the pipe. It didn't take as long as he had expected but his shirt was drenched now. He listened out for Steve, hoping he was nearby so that he didn't have to call for him, only to hear something...odd.

He followed the sound until he came to an open door and realized what the sounds were - little grunts of effort. Eddie bit his lip, letting logic and reason work themselves out. Steve knew he had someone in the house and the door was wide open so he couldn't be-

Eddie walked through the door and there was Steve, bent over, top half in the dryer, bottom half sticking out. His robe had began to hitch up, revealing just the bottom of that perfect ass.

"Holy shit", Eddie squeaked out.

"Hey? Plumber guy? I know this is awkward but would you mind helping me out? My robe got caught on something and I can't-I can't free myself."

"Um, okay? So should I just...should I just?", Eddie got behind Steve, hands fumbling. Should he adjust the robe or would that be rude?

"Just grab me and pull", Steve said, wriggling around more and stopping when he heard a rip.

"Yeah, okay, yeah I'll just", Eddie grabbed Steve's hips and pulled, to no avail.

"Gonna have to do it a bit harder than that", Steve said. "Here I'll, I'll try and push too."

Eddie swallowed as he pulled again, Steve's hips coming flush with his own and eliciting a gasp from the other man.

"A...again."

Eddie pulled again, harder this time. He had kind of been working with a half chub. The kind Steve had to feel right between his cheeks every time Eddie pulled on him.

Steve gasped with each time their hips came together and it was getting hard to pretend his asshole didn't flutter with each movement.

"Fuck, just fuck me already", Steve whined.

Eddie wasted no time in dropping his pants and rubbing his cock against Steve's ass, precum dripping and Steve still wet from the shower. The tip slipped in with ease and then the rest of him and Steve's hips wouldn't stay still and then he was fucking him oh shit he was fucking him he was fucking a client while on the clock.

Steve's voice sounded goddamn ethereal, echoing inside the tub of the dryer. He was giving as good as he got, pushing back with each thrust and Eddie got to watch his dotted cheeks jiggle with each impact.

Eddie pushed the robe up more, licking his lips as he was rewarded with the sluttiest back arch that he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to last and this Steve guy wasn't either. Eddie came first, one hand on Steve's hip and the other bracing itself on the dryer so that he didn't fall over. Steve's cock spilled into the floor, a mess to be dealt with later.

"Fuck...you really are good at handling pipes", Steve laughed through his panting.

When Eddie left that day, he didn't get Steve's number. But a week later their company got a call about a clogged toilet and specifically requested that Eddie come over, that they only trusted his expertise. This time, Eddie wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. And this time when Steve greeted him in a half open robe, it was on purpose.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hi, can I ask for a Buddie x reader smut where the reader is a female! Paramedic at the 118 and she has a rough day at work so the boys take it on themselves to pleasure her and make her feel better and give her full princess treatment to relax her, run her an aftercare bath and everything 😆😆.

Um, yes, absolutely!

Buck x Eddie x paramedic!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, oral (f receiving) voyeurism

You walked through the door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriends, Buck and Eddie, feeling exhausted. It had been such a long day, longer than both of theirs to the point where they had time to go home, shower, and change.

They greeted you at the door with their lips ready for kisses and you were happy to oblige. You gave them each a peck before heading to the kitchen table where a plate of the dish they made together was waiting for you.

They sat across from you and the three of you ate, both of them starving from waiting for you, but they didn't mind. They felt like it was right to wait for you even though you would have insisted that they eat as soon as they got home. They had to have been waiting at least a couple of hours.

But they were always so selfless, wanting to do whatever they could for you, even if it meant not eating for a couple of hours just so they could enjoy a meal with you. Or they would pleasure you when you were too tired to put out, just wanting to make you feel good, perfectly content with not getting any.

"You okay, corazón?" Eddie asked as he realized you weren't even really eating, just pushing your food around your plate.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "just so tired." You looked back and forth between them, putting on the flirty face they both knew all too well. "I think I need you to take care of me."

"Are you sure-" Buck started to say, but you but him off.

"Very sure. In fact, it's all I've been thinking about all fucking day. It's the only thing that has gotten me through my shift."

"Eat and then we'll take care of you," Eddie said. He knew you hadn't eaten all day and you needed the food to restore your energy so you had enough for all the things that he and Buck were going to do to you.

"Fine," you grumbled and ate your food, both of them watching to make sure you had every last bite. Once your plate was cleared and your drink was all gone, Eddie gathered your dishes, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he did so.

"Good girl," he said before heading to the kitchen to put your dishes in the dishwasher. Buck stood from the table and pulled out your chair before helping you to your feet.

You pressed your lips to his, throwing yourself into his arms with so much force that he had to hold onto the table to keep himself from falling to the floor. He leaned against the table and his hands began to unbutton your shirt, not even needing to see what he was doing since he had done it more times than he could count.

"Starting without me?" Eddie asked as he wiped his hands off with the towel that was hanging by the sink. You broke away from Buck and made your way over to Eddie, grabbing him by the shirt to press your lips to his, taking no time to slip your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around.

You then took both of them by the hand and led them to the bedroom, practically running in that direction. The door burst open and you let them both undress you, Buck finished up unbuttoning your shirt while Eddie took care of your pants. Before you knew it, your clothes were discarded in a messy pile by the end of the bed and you were standing there in your underwear.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a messy kiss, laying you down on the bed, removing your bra as he did so. He then got rid of your underwear before pulling away, both him and Buck looking down at you, mesmerized.

"Look at our girl, Buckley," he said dreamily.

"Oh, I'm looking, Buck replied. "Spread your legs for us, sweetie. Wanna see what we're working with." You did as they asked and spread your legs wide, giving them a full view of your cunt. It was sopping wet, so much so that it was leaking out onto the comforter underneath you.

"Goddamn," Eddie whistled. "Have you been like this all day?"

"Yes," you replied and it came out like a whine, something that always made the both of them come undone. "That's why I didn't want to eat dinner."

"You needed the energy," Buck replied. "What do you want, hon? We're here to please you."

"Need your fingers," you whined. "Both of you." They both leaned over you and before you could say anything, they both shoved their fingers up your cunt, causing you to let out a moan.

"That's it," Eddie cooed. "Let it out, baby girl." They both continued to pump their fingers in and out of you slowly, trying to open you up. You moaned and they both turned to each other, devilish grins forming on their faces.

When it came to pleasuring you, they tried their best to work as a team, either doing it together and letting each other take turns. There was no jealousy as they got off equally just by watching. And that was why they whole thing worked as well as it did. Because they were just as in love with each other as they were with you.

Their pumps got a little more rough, experimenting to see if you were going to be into it, and you were, mewling as their fingers fucked you hard, curving in just the right spots to make you scream. Even after you reached your climax, they continued, trying to see how much you could get off just from their fingers.

"Look at you," Eddie said. "Taking us so well, corazón." Their fingers were moving even faster and you had to grip onto the comforter as you closed your eyes tight, your knuckles turning white because of how hard you were gripping the blanket. You weren't sure how much more you could take and they hadn't even done much yet.

Their fingers slowed down as you came down from your second orgasm. They then pulled them out, taking their time to lick your slick from them to give you a break, but that wasn't really working since the whole thing just made you want them even more. Even though you were exhausted from your day, you didn't want to take any breaks. You wanted to keep going until you were limp in their arms.

"Enough," you said, grabbing onto their wrists, pulling their fingers from their mouths. "Either one of you fuck me right now or I will just take care of myself, I have no problem doing that."

The look on your face was so angry, so hot that they had no choice by the listen to you.

"Which one of us do you want?" Buck asked.

"I don't care. You choose," you replied, lying back down on the bed while you let them discuss. Buck headed over to his bedside table and pulled out two condoms, handing one of them to Eddie, He then pulled off his clothes in record speed before rolling the condom onto his rock hard cock. He lined himself up with your cunt and slowly inserted himself, pumping in and out, working out a rhythm as your bodies moved together.

Usually, he would have fucked you fast and hard the way you liked it, but he didn't think that was what you needed. He just wanted to take his time showing you how much he loved you.

He slowly lowered himself on top of you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he did so, burying his face into your neck as he continued to thrust. You were beginning to think that maybe you did like it soft and sweet. This way definitely would make you feel less sore afterwards.

"So good," you moaned. It was so different to the way that Eddie fucked you. Eddie was rough and hard, which you also loved, but Buck was nothing but soft and sweet, making sure to tell you just how much he loved you, praising you every step of the way.

"I know, honey," he cooed, moving your sweaty baby hairs away from your face before grabbing hold of your hands and intertwining your fingers. "You look so pretty underneath me."

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed. “You guys are so hot.” 

Buck continued to thrust in and out, eating up every delicious moan that fell from your lips. Watching you come undone from him fucking you did it for him every time. The faces you made, the sounds that came out of your mouth, the way your body moved in response to him, it all just drove him crazy and he loved every second of it. 

Buck could see that you were fading and just when he thought you were going to give out, your back arched and you let out a loud scream, his name flying out of your mouth. You then collapsed onto the bed, feeling your eyes getting heavy as Buck pulled out of you, disposing of the condom. 

Even though you were so blissed out and close to falling asleep, you still had more energy and Eddie hadn’t done anything to you yet. He crawled over to you as Buck was cleaning himself up. You pulled him over to you by his shirt, pulling it over his head before pressing your lips to his. It started out sweet, but quickly got rough and messy as you licked into his mouth. Just as you were about to grab onto his hair, he pulled away, causing you to whine. 

“Need to take a break, hon,” he said, running a hand through your hair. 

“No,” you let out another whine. “You haven’t had your way with me yet. I know you wanna eat me out, Eddie.” He did. He really did. That was his favorite thing to do to you and he knew that. How could he say no? Especially when you were still wet from Buck fucking you? 

He pressed a long kiss to your lips then hovered himself over you, slowly making his way down your body, peppering it with kisses, telling you how much he loved you as he did so. 

He then lowered himself onto his knees in front of you, spreading your legs wide, fully intending on licking up every last bit of your slick. He pressed a kiss to each of your knees then waited for your permission to start. 

“Do it, Eddie,” you commanded. “Need your mouth now.” God, he loved when you bossed him around. But he loved edging you even more.

“I hear you, hon,” he replied. He raised one of your legs and pressed kisses to it, all the way up to your thigh before doing the same thing with the other leg. He then buried his head into your cunt and you gasped as his nose brushed it every so slightly. He licked a stripe from your slit to your clit and you let out a loud moan at the feeling. 

“Eddie, fuck.” Your digits wound through his hair, giving it a yank to signify that you were loving what he was doing. 

“Taste so good,” he said. “Heavenly.” He then dove back in for more, licking and sucking up every last bit of your slick, wanting to lick you absolutely clean. And he was going to enjoy every single part of it. He had been looking forward to it all day and he was going to take his time to please you. It always seemed like you came so quickly as he worked his magic and Eddie always thought he was good, but never that good. 

He grazed the sensitive spot with his teeth and your back arched again, your vision going hazy. This had to be a new record of how fast Eddie was able to make you cum. You let out a loud scream, pulling Eddie’s hair as hard as you could without hurting him then collapsed back to the mattress, your breathing getting heavy. 

Eddie continued his work, grazing with his teeth some more, seeing if he could get one more orgasm out of your before him and Buck drew you a bath. You moaned again, louder this time and Eddie thought that you were already close to another one. For the finale, he stuck his tongue inside you, causing your back to arch once again, gripping his hair as you reached and another orgasm as the way his tongue reached just the right spot. 

By the time he was done with you, you didn’t think you could handle any more. As much as you would have liked to go for another round, you didn’t think you had it in you anymore, too tired to take any more pleasure. Eddie grabbed a towel and cleaned the two of you up before he helped you from the bed and each of them took you by the hand, leading you into the bathroom where water was running into the bath. Buck let go of your hand and lit one of your favorite candles, setting it on the counter before the two of them helped you into the tub. 

Once the water was covering up enough of your body, Buck turned it off and passed Eddie a cup he filled with some of the water before covering your eyes, pouring it onto your head. While he washed your hair, Buck got to work on your arms with the body wash that you all loved the smell of. You closed your eyes as they took care of you, almost feeling yourself tearing up at how quick they were to do so. You didn’t even have to ask, they just did it. 

Getting into a relationship with the both of them made you nervous. You had never done anything like that, so you were unsure of how it would work. But you had only been together for a few months and everything was perfect. You had already gotten into a good rhythm and the three of you really were perfect for each other. The feeling was all mutual and you loved each other equally. You honestly couldn’t have asked for better boyfriends.

Once you were all clean, Buck handed you a towel and a pair of your pajamas before they both left the bathroom to let your change. You dried yourself off and got dressed before blow drying your hair and doing all of your skin care and brushing your teeth. After you got yourself settled, you exited the bathroom to see both Buck and Eddie already in bed, a space in between them all ready for you. 

You made a beeline for the bed and got into it, the three of you snuggling together as Buck turned out the lamp. You all kissed each other good night and drifted up off to sleep, thinking nothing but each other and how lucky the three of you felt to be where you were. God, you really did have the best boyfriends.

[arjwrites]

Close- Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining???? Warnings: Injury, nudity. No smut just fluffy awkwardness!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ There was a soft knock at Sam’s door, teeming with hesitance. 

“Hey, Sam?” 

You popped your head into Sam’s room, hoping he wouldn’t be busy or asleep or otherwise predisposed to deny your somewhat… delicate request.

“Hey kiddo, how’s the arm feeling?” Sam was sat hunched at the desk, buried in a pile of books, bathed in the warm light from the desk lamp. You could feel the concern in his eyes as he peered at up at you, causing you to shift under his intense gaze.

“Pretty sore but could be much worse, thanks for asking.” You mumbled, leaning on your good shoulder just inside the doorframe. You had broken your arm on last week’s hunt after being thrown down a flight of stairs by a spirit. Ouch. You were lucky to get away with injuries as minor as you had, but this whole sling situation was frustrating to say the least.

Sam watched your eyes traverse his room, searching for anything to say. A beat of silence passed, just long enough to make things slightly uncomfortable. Finally, when you managed to open your mouth to speak, it hung open for a moment before any words found their way to the surface. 

“Uh, so, I was hoping to ask you for a favor. If you’re not busy, of course. It’s totally fine if you can’t and I can ask Dean or-” 

“Of course, how can I help?” Sam was always eager to do anything for you, you knew that. 

“Well, uh, I just needed some help… Since I can’t take off this sling and don’t want to get the bandages wet, um, I have a hard time showering, and since it’s my right arm… It’s hard to…do the things I need to do… Could you help me, uh, take a bath?” 

Sam’s eyes widened a bit, unintentionally. 

“I know it’s kind of an awkward ask. Really, I can figure it out on my own or ask-”

“No, of- of course. I’m happy to. Well, not happy- I mean, you know what I mean. I can help you.” Sam was innocent and sweet and nervous and everything you should have known he would be. You took a deep breath, not sure if it was a sigh of relief or an anxious gasp. 

“Thank you so much. I’m… going to go start the water.” You raced out of the room, shutting it behind you, face already beet red. 

After starting the water and sitting in your own embarrassment for a few moments, you heard a soft knock at the door. After you vocalized your permission, in came Sam. He had shed his heavy flannel and was now wearing a dark t shirt and a sheepish expression.

“Hey.” 

“Hey, Sam. Thanks for doing this, really.” The response that escaped your lips was barely above a whisper. 

“Of course, anything you need. You know that.” Everything Sam said was punctuated with a kind smile, but his nerves radiated off of him in waves. You two sat in that feeling for a moment, taking a beat of silence, before your voice sliced through the tension.

“Okay, um, I’m going to take off my robe, if that’s okay.” 

“Oh God. Uh, yeah. Okay.” His eyes darted to the ceiling as you slipped the robe off your shoulder, using your good arm to gather and drape it over the counter. Alright, here goes nothing. 

You truly couldn’t have asked for Sam to be any sweeter about the whole situation. From the second he gave you his arm and lowered you down into the bathtub, he was the pinnacle of respectful. To be fair, it started out pretty awkward. Sam had asked your permission before every slight movement (“Is it okay if I do your arm now?”), and his eyes were glued firmly behind you, due to both a regard for your privacy and his usual butterflies around you. You two had always had a very close friendship, but Sam had always felt something more for you. He found himself so compelled to you in so many ways, and so deeply attracted to you. However, he had never thought that this would be the way he first saw you naked. It felt wrong for him to take any liberties with it, so he did all he could to prevent his eyes from wandering. He tried his best to carry out his task without casting his gaze towards you, but when his blind attempts at washing your left arm had sent soap bubbles flying into your mouth and eyes, you had to intervene.

“Sam, it’s okay. You can look.”

“Oh! Yeah, right, of course.” 

It took a few minutes for Sam to adjust. His hand often hovered for a moment before settling onto your skin, as if he was afraid to touch you- and in many ways, he was. This was the closest you two had ever been. If he made contact too quickly, he felt like you may disappear. And, he knew how exposed you felt, in more ways than one. You were never one to let your guard down, to let people in, to bare it all to them (literally, in this case). He knew how difficult it was for you, how you hated being injured and thus dependent on someone else to help you when you were vulnerable. So he took things easy at first.

The uneasiness of the situation dissipated into the water alongside the soap that rolled off your skin. You sat there while Sam washed your back, running the warm soapy washcloth back and forth in a gentle rhythm. He massaged the fragrant shampoo into your scalp and you felt your eyes roll back into your head. This was so different for you. You had always had a nagging feeling in your chest about Sam. You loved to watch how he cared for each and every person around him, so selfless, so sweet. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it in such a personal way- especially because you two were just friends. You had always thought that was all you’d be, that he’d never see you the same way you did him. So of course, you were nervous to be this vulnerable in front of him. Once you both had relaxed a bit, though you had really let yourself start to enjoy it, and unbeknownst to you, so did Sam. For you, it felt so nice to have someone taking care of you in the way Sam did. And for Sam, it felt nice to be so close to you and to help you out when you were in need. 

The bathroom was silent besides the occasional splash of the water and the low, baritone tune Sam hummed- it was something you didn’t recognize, but it made the moment feel almost intimate. This moment was incredibly vulnerable and unlike any situation the two of you had found yourselves in before. So when his voice broke through with an, “Uh, alright, all done,” you didn’t really want it to end. 

After draining the tub and carefully bringing you back to your feet, Sam helped you dry off and tie the robe back to your body. The humidity was thick in the air, and with it hung a palpable tension between the two of you. Though it was just a favor between friends, it felt as though the very foundation of your relationship had shifted. Looking up to Sam with wide and honest eyes, you spoke.

“Sam, really, thank you for helping me. I honestly was scared if I asked Dean he'd have been a weirdo about it,” you laughed a little, slightly masking your sincerity. 

“Thank you for trusting me to do that. You know I’d do anything for you.”  Without thinking, you dove headfirst into Sam’s chest for a hug- though you only had one arm to do it with. Sam recognized your gesture and wrapped two large arms around your frame, savoring another precious chance to have you close. Up until now, these moments had been few and far between. But something had shifted. You both had a feeling you’d be finding yourself close much more often. A/N: MY FIRST PUBLISHED FIC! I've been in a very creative writing-y mood as of late, and wanted to dabble into the world of SPN fic. There is definitely more to come. Feel free to leave feedback!! Hope you enjoyed <3

[hoshifighting]

virgin seungcheol x reader

warnings: smut, first time experience, oral, protected sex.

you and seungcheol always found those stolen moments around each other's houses to be incredibly special. whether it was a quiet evening on the couch or a lazy sunday morning in bed, those moments of privacy meant the world to both of you. 

you two loved making out, often getting lost in the passion of it all, feeling his bulge pressed against you. sometimes, you’d palm him through his pants, or he’d squeeze your breasts, cup your pussy with his hand, or even give your ass a playful slap. you’d even shared a few baths together, letting the warm water wash over you both, but you never went beyond that.

one night, the anticipation had built up so much that you both decided it was finally time to take that step further. you were naked on your bed, bodies pressed close together. seungcheol's kisses were fervent, but then he suddenly pulled away, and you noticed a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. you knew him well enough to see that he was struggling to say something.

“hey,” you murmured, brushing his hair back gently with your fingers. “what’s on your mind?”

he looked down, a bit shy, and took a deep breath. “i, um... i’m a virgin,” he confessed quietly.

you blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned into silence. seungcheol waved his hand in front of your face, clearly nervous about your reaction. “are you okay?”

normally, you'd expect the virgin to be the most nervous one, but now, you felt a sudden rush of nerves. what if you got too tense? what if you did something wrong?

“are you sure about this?” you asked softly, looking into his eyes.

he nodded, his gaze steady. “i trust you,” he said with such sincerity that it made your heart flutter.

you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, more tenderly. your hand slid down his body, wrapping around his cock. the precum had already started to spill, and you used it to lubricate your movements, slowly stroking him. seungcheol let out a shaky breath, his body almost melting into yours.

“just tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?” you whispered against his lips.

he nodded, eyes half-closed in pleasure. “i will,” he promised, his voice breathy.

you continued to move your hand, feeling him get harder with each stroke. his breathing grew heavier, and you could see the nervousness and excitement in his expression. it was a new experience for both of you, and despite the initial awkwardness, there was a sense of trust and intimacy that made it feel incredibly special.

“i love you,” you said softly, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“i love you too,” he replied

you kissed him one more time, feeling the electricity between you two intensify. slowly, you lowered yourself down his body, your lips and tongue tracing a path to his cock. you started at the base, licking your way up to the tip, before taking the head into your mouth and looking up at him with a sultry gaze.

seungcheol’s eyes widened, and he looked like he was in a dream. “fuck,” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. his girlfriend was giving him his first blowjob? he opened his mouth to say something, but you took him deeper, and a pathetic moan escaped instead. it was like his body had betrayed him, his mouth ready to speak but instead releasing a sound of pure pleasure.

he squeezed his eyes shut as you relaxed your throat, letting his tip hit the back of it. when you pulled back, there was a teasing glint in your eyes. seungcheol knew, even though he’d never had sex before, that when he finally let you take him, you would tease the absolute shit out of him.

“god, you’re amazing,” he managed to whisper, his voice thick with lust.

you gave him a wicked smile and reached for a condom. opening the little package, you handed him the lubricated piece. “here, let me help you,” you said softly, your hands guiding his.

as you slid the condom onto his tip, his belly trembled with the contact. he was shaking with anticipation and excitement as you rolled it down to the base. even though he knew how to put on a condom, he found it incredibly endearing that you were teaching him.

“thanks,” he murmured, a shy smile on his lips. “it’s cute, you showing me how.”

“you’re welcome,” you replied, kissing his nose softly. “now, lie back.”

you kissed his whole body, taking your time to savor each moment, each touch. finally, you straddled him, and he could see how wet you were. your pussy was practically dripping, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. he marveled at how turned on you were because of him.

“do i really make you this horny?” he asked awed.

“always,” you purred, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “you have no idea what you do to me, seungcheol.”

he swallowed hard, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “i want to make you feel good, too.”

you smiled, touched by his earnestness. “you already do, baby. just relax and let me take care of you.”

as you positioned yourself over his cock, you could see the anticipation in his eyes. slowly, you began to sink down, taking him inside you inch by inch. the feeling was incredible, and you could see the ecstasy on his face as he entered you fully.

“god, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

you started to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. “you feel amazing, seungcheol,” you whispered, your voice breathy.

he nodded, his eyes locked on yours, filled with trust and love, as you rode him.

finally, you had the chance to feel seungcheol’s big cock inside you, a sensation you had only imagined through the barrier of his pants. he filled you deeply, stretching you in a way that made you almost cry out in pleasure, but you held back, not wanting to overwhelm him on his first time.

seungcheol was feeling incredible, and the way your pussy clenched around him with perfect timing only heightened his experience. when he moaned a little louder, you got even wetter, riding your hips with such intensity that he could feel just how much you wanted him.

you held his hands above his head, your lips near his ear as you moaned, your orgasm building inside you. “i’m going to cum,” you whispered breathlessly, your breasts tantalizingly close to his face.

sensing your impending climax by the way your breath hitched and your body trembled, seungcheol instinctively sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. he didn’t even have time to move to the other one before you came, gushing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

despite the intensity of your orgasm, you continued to move, your body trembling but determined to see him reach his peak. you lifted yourself slightly, just enough to look down and watch his face as he came. his eyes were locked on yours, and he could see the effort you were putting into keeping your eyes open just to witness his release.

as his orgasm hit, seungcheol’s expression shifted, his mouth opening in an "o," and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. the sight of you, your eyes filled with desire and satisfaction, drove him over the edge. he came hard, his grip on your hips tightening, his body shuddering with pleasure.

“god, i fucking love you.” he gasped.

[dumbgoondog]

Sukuna NSFW Alphabet

MDNI +18 NSFW

Cw/Tw - cannibalism, blood, pregnancy

(A)ftercare - Your brains are mush, you’re covered in bruises, tears stain your face, wrists sore, bleeding in places from nails and biting, voice hoarse and dry. Then here he is, the disgraced one, the fallen, the king of curses, the man who fucked you like he hated you! Here he is gently scooping you up, massaging you, purring, his stomach mouth affectionately licking at any wounds. Carrying you to the bath, holding you to himself in the water, washing you gently, your body and hair. Using RCT output to ease any pain and aches. Praising you and treasuring you. PLEASE remember that your dom needs aftercare too. He needs to know you love him, that he wasn’t too rough, that he isn’t a monster to you. Please let him be gentle with you and you acknowledge it.

(B)ody Part - your hands. Not because it’s sexual but because if he goes blind he’ll know the gentle touch of your hands, he’ll know how you feel. How your hands don’t shy away from him, how you don’t hesitate to hold his hands. But also yes, he loves your hands grabbing at him, holding his face, stroking him, pinned beneath one of his hands.

(C)um - inside. Bella that your mouth or your hole(s). There’s a LOT so it will spill out and get every where. He likes watching it overflow

(D)irty Secret - this man has no dirty secrets. He tells it to you like it is and how he wants it… there is one thing tho. He wants to eat you. Like a religious act of worship and devotion to himself. You thought I was gonna say you yeah? Nah, that bitch has an ego. He will heal you after tho so no worries!

(E)xperience - None. Ryomen No Bitches Sukuna. I do not think he took any concubines, or consorts or anything of the sort. Pleasures of the mortal flesh… you think anyone could find pleasure in his visage without being batshit or forced? (Yorozu.) he would never force anyone too and would rather not be aware that they’re doing it for power but think he’s repulsive. that is until you.

(F)avorite Position - riding, facing him, on his throne. He likes watching you, and his stomach mouth likes licking you. This giant grabs you with all four arms and is using you like a fleshlight.

(G)oofy - He’s goofy. I see to many people make him so deadpan and stoic and “ooo I’m such a cool and sadistic top”. Bro bffr, this bitch incarnated and came out kicking his feet giggling goin “Women and children!!! Maggots for the slaughter!!!” And ripped. Off. His. Shirt. He was dancing dodging Fushiguro in their first fight. He took a bow when fighting Maharaga. He’s so silly. He praises and encourages his opponents in battle even! If something dumb happens or there’s a funny noise he’s gonna laugh. He wants you to laugh at him if he does something stupid too!

(H)air - thick messy pink hair, happy trail, and a trail down his balls too. Washed, semi groomed, smells pretty okay tbh. Light metallic undertone tho. It’s the blood of his foes.

(I)ntimacy - he fucks you like a wild beast. Growling, snarling, no words, biting, grunting. The moment you use a safe word? The moment somethings wrong? He’s stopping to make sure he hasn’t gone too far.

He’s also secretly a romantic. He knows flower language very well, and gets you flowers often(regardless of gender.) flower language and symbolism was big in the heian era, so was poetry. Sometimes he writes you poems never show anyone tho. They’re just for you.

(J)ack off - sometimes. Great stress reliever, passes time, helps when he’s bored, thinks it��s funny when he does it on his throne and there are his servants just having to stand on standby. What a power move.

(K)ink - blood, obviously. Biting and marking, duh. But hear me out on this. Primal. I’m talking hunt chase, both of you acting feral, like prey and predator. ABO that shit I guess. Submit to baser instincts, no talking just raw noises. Yeah I’m so right y’all don’t even know it(now you do tho)

(L)ocation - the throne is to obvious, the bed is a classic…and honestly I think it’s the bed. I got no reasons, just is how it is.

(M)otivation - working out, sparring, or after eating a big meal. Something about those activities puts him in the mood.

(N)o - He will not involve Uraume, he found them when they were a young kid and has helped raise them. Even if not related he was a late teen/young adult and he raised them from bein little

(O)ral - No, he HATES putting you in his mouth cause you taste baaaaddd. Fuck he loves eating, sucking, licking, he’s a hungry man. A big hungry man. Any position, anytime, let him use his stomach mouth. He knows it’s big and his teeth are sharp but god he loves having you ride his tongue and kiss you, watch you squirm.

(P)ace - he’s rough, hard, and a medium pace. Fast isn’t always good, especially when he likes being precise with every thrust. Feeling you squeeze and his tip bullying into you.

(Q)uicky - sometimes, it only if he’s getting to eat or suck you off. Quickys don’t work when you’re as big as him, you need prepping! He wishes though. He’s kinda a perv cuz he wants you smell like him and full of his cum often.

(R)isk - he’s up to try new things! There are some things he doesn’t understand and might make fun of tho. Like feet. He feels like a guy who mocks feet lovers. He doesn’t want to try it, he doesn’t care he “might” like it, he thinks it’s stupid.(his loss tbh)

(S)tamina - Much to the horror of everyone, like Kenjaku, he hasn’t tapped out ever. Despite his sweating and panting he isn’t done. Tbh he might have more stamina than Kenjaku. I need Sukuna bitching Kenjaku…

(T)oys - he fucking loves watching you use toys on yourself, not much on himself tho. He’s a freak fr fr cuz he got you plugs so after he’s cum in you he’ll plug you up. You better believe they’re custom too, it’s his blood as a jewel on the end. He’s so smug about it.

(U)nfair - as much as he loved teasing or you being a brat, he’s pretty patient but once he’s ready to go it all stops. He does like teasing you in public and some light humiliation in front of friends!

(V)olume - Growls. Grunts. Groans. Feral noises. He’s not loud loud, but he ain’t quiet. For any passing by it sounds like an animal is fighting someone in there.

(W)ild Card - he doesn’t have a pregnancy kink. Let me make that very clear. However. If he can get you pregnant expect his hands on you constantly. He’s super protective and clingy, always needs to be touching your belly. It will get annoying, cause he won’t let you piss alone. He’s also stealing titty milk. He says it’s to help you and the baby but you know he’s just a little freak. Back to the baby tho. He genuinely might start hiding the bad that he does because for once he’s like “I’m not destroying or cursing, I’m creating life, something precious.” He does have some outbursts tho and might go on rampages cuz he’s so stressed, scared, and full of emotions. He NEVER takes it out on you tho.

(X)-ray - it’s that ancient Japanese thong. He refused anything else. It’s comfortable, breathable, and one of the one things that doesn’t squeeze the life out of his dicks.

(Y)es - Worship roleplay, sacrifice roleplay, he likes it! Him being THE Ryomen Sukuna, and getting to play into that is fun! He’d be up for a “captured the king of curses and having your way with him” roleplay too.

(Z)zz - Cuddle up after a bath, eat a bit, and then he’s snoring. Or is he practicing his bear impression? Either way get comfy, if you’re not sleeping, you sure as hell aren’t leaving.

[cevansbrat0007]

Off the Market

Summary: Ari learns that you're not the sharing type. Which is fine by him, because neither is he.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Reader, Oral Sex (mentioned), Discussions of Public Sex, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Polite Fat Shaming, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Be sure to check out the follow-up fic, A Man Starved. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

“So?” You ask before taking another sip of your milkshake. The thick and creamy treat goes down easy, which makes the amount of time it took to get to you well worth it. “What’s the verdict?”

“Not bad.” Your companion mumbles as he eagerly gulps down his own shake. “Not bad at all. But just so we’re clear, drinkin’ one of these isn’t gonna get you out of our deal.” He stirs the drink with his straw before plucking out the cherry and popping it in his mouth. “Remember you swore on it.” He holds up his pinky finger as a reminder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.” You tell him as a smile flits its way across your lips. Without thinking, you go to feed him your own cherry. You find yourself giggling at the way he playfully nips at your fingers, his tongue lapping at the traces of whipped cream. 

There went your big Beast of a man proudly living up to his nickname, as per usual. Thank goodness you were the only couple dining outside today.

“Hey. How come yours tastes better?” Ari pouts suddenly, sending you into another fit of giggles.

“We got the exact same thing, honey.” You roll your eyes at him before returning your attention to the menu in your hand.

“Bird?” His growl comes out soft and silky. And it immediately has you on high alert. Because you recognized that tone. 

It meant you were in trouble.

“Um, yes?” You try ducking your head behind the oversized, laminated piece of paper. Maybe if he couldn’t see you anymore, he’d just let it ride.

“Did you just do what I think you just did?” 

“Well, I suppose that depends on what you think I just did.” You sneak another sip of your chocolate shake, doing your best to forget about all the extra unnecessary calories you’re putting into your body right then. After all, you and your man had a deal. And you aimed to see it through. 

“I think you just rolled your eyes at me.” Ari rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward on his arms in an attempt to get your attention. “Now, just because I gave you a pass back the boutique–”

You blow out an annoyed breath. “That wasn’t my fault! You kept making me model the most ridiculous pieces for you, even when I knew they wouldn’t fit.” You peek out from behind your menu long enough to scan the area for Stella, your waitress. Of course she’s nowhere to be found. 

Which, oddly enough, was fine by you. There was just something about the woman that seemed to ruffle your feathers a bit. Although you couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason why. 

“Except they did fit.” Your bounty hunter surprises you by yanking the menu from your grasp. He then tosses both yours and his onto a nearby empty table. “And maybe if you would’ve allowed me into the fitting room with you earlier, we could’ve scored you another bathing suit. I still think we should go back for that sweet little black and white number. That ass was made for it.”

“It was too small. Just like the other ones.” You counter, feeling your cheeks heat at the intimate praise. The burn only intensifies when you recall the way he’d simply let himself into the fitting room after you’d vetoed your third bathing suit. It had been his pick, which meant he felt that he was well within his rights to, as he put it, “see for himself”.  

One Hour Earlier

“Baby.” He said, chuckling softly. “If a woman expects a man to wait outside and do it patiently, then perhaps she ought to give him a little show.” When you balked he’d simply shrugged and picked up an ice blue monokini before handing it over to you, silently demanding that you try it on. With him right there in the flippin’ fitting room. 

And he hadn’t felt the least bit compelled to help preserve your modesty by looking away as you’d changed. Instead, he’d had the gall to take a seat in a chair that was tucked away in a corner.

“This is completely inappropriate!” You hissed, clutching the forgotten suit to your chest. “Wh–what if someone comes by?” 

“Then I expect you’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?” He held a finger to his lips, playfully shushing you. “That way it stays our little secret. Now, how about you model the pink one for me?”

“I’ll model whatever you want once we get back to your place.” You tried, your entire body had been practically vibrating with embarrassment. 

“Nah. I’m afraid that ain’t gonna work for me.” Ari had leaned back in his chair then, leisurely crossing his long legs over his ankles. “See, this Beast of yours is itchin’ for some instant gratification.” He’d locked his fingers together before resting them on his firm stomach. “And I ain’t leavin’ until I get it.”

“Guess we’ll be in here for a long time then, huh?” You’d responded rather snippily. “Because I’m not about to–”  

“You know, sweetheart, now that I’m thinking about it, I just realized you haven’t fed me yet today.” 

“I thought we were gonna grab a bite after..?” The knowing look that passed between you two had been enough to make you feel weak in the knees. “Umm...”

“You know how I get when you make me go too long without a taste.” His piercing blue eyes had dropped to your (thankfully) still panty clad pussy. “I’m gonna need a fix, baby. And soon.” You’d watched him cup his impressive cock through the fabric of his jeans. “Otherwise I might start gettin’ antsy.” The silky purr of his voice alone had been enough to have your thighs clenching.

“Don’t – ooh! Behave yourself, damn you!” You’d done your best to ignore the way your core had spasmed with need. “There will be no funny business in this fitting room. You are not getting us kicked out of this store, Beast!”  

“But I’m hungry now. Starving actually.” He’d pressed, a wolfish grin spreading across his features. “And all I can think about is sinking to my knees and burying my face in that gorgeous pussy. Right here. Right now.” 

You'd watched as he rose from his seat, his big body crowding your smaller one. “Wanna taste all that sweet, wild honey of yours when you cum on my tongue like a good girl.” You’d also squealed none-too-quietly when he pinned you against the wall. 

And although the man had seen fit to warn you of his plan, you still hadn’t been prepared for his boldness. Even less so when he dropped to his knees in front of you, his nimble fingers tugging at the edges of your panties.

“Ari…” You'd breathed, rising on your toes to graze your lips along his bearded jaw. “We can’t. Not here. Patience, sugar.”

“Like I told you, I’m about out.” He’d responded on the heels of a groan. “But I might be able to find some more. Maybe. But only if…”

“If what?”

“If you stay the night once we get back to Bell’s Creek. I wanna spend the rest of the evening getting all tangled up in you. Especially after I managed to work up such a sweet tooth.” Ari had brushed mouth over your covered mound, loving the way your nipples pebbled at his words - his touch.        

“I accept your terms.” You’d told him with a soft giggle as heat suffused your cheeks. “Now let me go so I can model these last few for you. It’s about time we get a move-on to our next stop -- no more kisses. Oh God, Ari! Be patient!”

“I’m not trying on another thing after I stuff my face, honey.” You mumble as you take another sip of your drink. “We’ll just have to come back another time. Plus, you’ve already spent more than enough on me.” 

“You’re worth it.” 

“You should’ve at least let me pay for half.” You start to protest, feeling uncomfortable with being doted on in such a way.

“Already said no. And you ain’t payin’ for lunch either, so you’d best not get that pretty mouth all twisted up to ask.” 

“How about we–” You find your conversation interrupted by the arrival of your waitress, Stella. 

“Hey, ya’ll!” She chirps as she comes around the corner, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she finally makes her way to your table. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. How are those shakes treating you, hm? Pretty good?”

“They’re great.” You and Ari respond at the same time. 

“I just knew you’d love ‘em!” She responds rather animatedly, her freshly manicured fingers lightly brushing over Ari’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to notice. But you do. Because it’s not the first time it’s happened. “Looks like you’re doin’ alright over there, handsome. Can I get you another one?”  

“No, thank you.” Your Bounty Hunter hums, his gaze locked on the menu as he works to make a final decision. “But I do think we’re ready to order.” 

“Yep.” You readily agree, even as your eye twitches. “We sure are.” 

Stella makes an innocent show of turning away from you, her gaze focused on Ari. “I bet a big, strapping fella like you would be interested in one of our steaks. Our beef is grass-fed and sourced locally. Which means it’s always fresh, never frozen.”

“Actually, I think we’re both gonna have–” You attempt to interject, only to be shut down without so much as a glance in your direction. 

“Did you happen to see our line of Skinny Gal Salads, buttercup? They come with all the flavor, but only half the calories. They’re listed on page two if you wanna take a gander while I walk your lovely friend here through tonight’s specials featuring our signature porterhouse.” 

Your waitress’ audacity hits you so hard you almost feel a headache coming on as an unexpected fury burns in your belly. A belly that could probably stand to benefit from one of those so-called Skinny Gal salads, but then again that would go against the deal you’d made last night.

Which involved you and your man enjoying a couple of worry-free milkshakes and bacon cheeseburgers. You’d promised that you would try to relax and not get so caught up in all of that internal calorie counting like you usually did.

So, like it or not, a deal was a deal and you aimed to see it through. Regardless of what your waitress had to say about it. And if the woman was smart, she’d take her hand off your man’s arm before something happened to it.

“Now handsome, did I hear you say you were visiting from Bell’s Creek?” Your waitress cocks her hip against the table while she ignores you in favor of cozying up to your Beast. “Because it just so happens that I have a friend there that I like to visit from time to time. Do you happen to know–” 

“Actually, I’ve heard amazing things about your barnyard cheeseburgers. So I think we’re gonna have two of those with bacon. Extra bacon. Please.” You tack on the last word, which is spoken through gritted teeth. 

Finally, Stella turns to you and offers a patronizing smile. “Can I interest you in a side salad with that, buttercup? It comes with a spritz of our homemade red wine vinaigrette.”

Ari sits back in silence, apparently content to watch whatever the fuck was transpiring between you and this bottle blonde heifer with a notepad. Which was fine. You were a big girl who knew how to take-up for herself when the situation called for it.    

“I want fries, sugarplum. But who knows, my friend might want one of those skinny ass salads to go with his meal. Does that sound good to you, baby?” While your eyes never leave hers, you manage to catch a glimpse of a smile from your companion. 

“I, uh, would also like fries.” He coughs. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, which only serves to piss you off even more. “But thank you.”

“That’ll be all, honey.” You politely growl, snatching Ari’s menu from him before your waitress could use it as an excuse to touch him again. “We’ll let you know if you need anything else.”

“But you haven’t heard the specials.” Stella turns back to Ari, a soft pout gracing her plump lips. “It just might change your mind. You might find yourself wanting something…better.”

Oh, no the fuck she did not. Your man was fine with his choice. You. The burger. All of it. Be gone, bitch!  

“We’re good.” You snap, seething inwardly. “You couldn’t possibly have anything more special than what he’s already got goin’ on in front of him, right here. Right now.”

Your waitress stares you down, but you refuse to be the one to blink first. If your eyes gave up and fell out, you had faith Ari would collect them for you before safely guiding you home. Your man was a gentleman like that.

“I guess I’ll go ahead and get these orders in. Two burgers, heavy bacon, coming right up.” The smile she gives you now is much more brittle and it doesn’t meet her eyes. But you also can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.

This woman needed to remember to stay in her lane before you ran her off the road.         

“Thanks.” 

“Welcome.”

And then she’s gone. You find your glaring at her retreating form. You’re actually in the middle of fantasizing about what would happen if you took a pair of scissors to her annoying ass ponytail when you hear your name being called.

“What?” You snarl as Ari comes back into focus. And what the hell was he grinning about? Didn’t he realize that that pretty face of his was in slapping distance?

“You’re really something, baby.” He murmurs, his gorgeous blue eyes dancing with mischief. “You know that?”

“Meaning?” At the moment, you were in no mood for anyone else’s bullshit.

Ari leans forward in his chair as one of his big hands comes to rest atop yours. “I just meant…I’ve never seen you jealous before. It just surprised me a little is all.” He finishes with a shrug. “I didn’t expect for you to…to…”

“Didn’t expect for me to do what, Beast?” Your tone softens as you watch his head dip, his bearded cheeks tinged with red. He perks up when you give his hand an affectionate squeeze, flipping your positions slightly so you can lace your fingers through his. 

“Claim me.” 

Those two simple words are enough to send you reeling. Is that really what you had just done?

“It’s no secret that I like you, Bird. A lot.” His voice drops an octave as he works to explain himself. “Every time I see you, it’s like there’s something in me deep down inside me that screams mine. I guess I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me. Until now.” 

Was he being serious? Of course he was! This man had never struck you as the type to joke about any of this.

“I like you too, Ari. But what I didn’t like was watching our waitress flirt with you like I wasn’t even here. I almost fucked her up with my spoon for touching what’s mine.” Ari’s perfect teeth sink into his plush bottom lip, his nostril’s flaring as his mind works to process your admission.

“Say that again.” The command rumbles out from somewhere deep in his chest, compelling you to obey. “Louder”

“You’re mine, Ari Levinson. For today. Tomorrow. For however long this magical thing between us lasts – you belong to me.” You breathe, butterflies filling your belly. “You’re officially off the market, you got that?”

“I hear you, Bird. Loud and fucking clear.” The grin on his face soon proves to be infectious. “And you have no idea just how happy I am to hear you say that.” Ari opens his arms to you then, beckoning you forward.

The next thing you know, you’re up and moving before you’ve even registered what’s happening. All you knew was that your man needed you. Which meant you needed to go to him. Now.

“I always want you, Ari. Even when I shouldn’t.” You tell him as you gracefully slide into his lap, looping your arms around his neck as you do. 

“I know the feeling.” Ari murmurs, brushing his mouth over yours. “Which is why I want to do something special once we get back to Bell’s Creek. Before I have to leave again.” The startled look on your face has your Bounty Hunter rushing to finish his thoughts before you can verbalize your confusion.

“What do you–?”

“I’m only gonna be gone a few days, baby. Three, maybe four, tops.” One of his large, slightly calloused palms presses against the back of your neck, drawing you in closer to him so that he can take your lips again.   

“Oh.” Comes your lame reply.

“I’m coming back to you, Bird.” Ari rests his forehead against yours as you try to calm your racing heart. “You have my word. But I still wanna do something special for you – for us – before I go. Will you let me do that without a fight?”

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” Feeling content, Ari leans in to capture your mouth with his own once again. After behaving himself all day, it was time for his reward.

“Wait.” You place your hand on his chest, halting his advances. “You’re still mine wherever you go. I don’t care if it’s fucking Siberia.” You grab a fistful of his shirt, hauling him forward. “You’ll still be mine there too. You with me?”

“Fuck yeah I am.” Ari growls, using both of hands to cradle your face as he slants his lips over yours once again. The kiss is as passionate as it is raw. Your tongues dance together, both fighting for dominance. But this time your Beast lets you win.

Desire burns in your belly as you savor the sensual victory. You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging at the chestnut strands. Meanwhile, one of Ari’s hands goes to grip your hip, making you moan when he gently molds and kneads your curves. 

Jesus Christ! You suddenly felt as if you were wearing too many clothes. 

His lips skim along the column of your throat as you pant. You were always so fucking needy for him all the time. It made it almost impossible for you to resist him during moments like these.

You’re so lost in each other that you don’t even bother to look up when you hear footsteps approaching. “Will these be separate checks or…oh.” You hear your waitress stammer as she tries to collect herself. “I’ll, um - I'll just bring the one.”

Ari briefly pulls away, eliciting a soft whine from you. “Thanks. And while you're at it, we’ll be taking our food to-go.” 

“Bye, Stella.” You giggle as you give a little wave before playfully nipping at his jaw, not even bothering to glance over at the other woman’s face. You knew it was petty, but staking your claim on this man in front of your so-called rival felt so damn good. Especially after a day like today.

Frankly, the only way it could get any better was if you could make yourself utter those three magic words – the same ones you’d been practicing in the mirror last night. But right now they simply wouldn't come. They kept getting stuck in your throat.

Oh well. Guess you’d just have to try again tomorrow.

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banned pt. 2 | charles leclerc

welcome everyone to banned pt. 2 ‼️ in this fic, ruby is 7 and mathéo is 3 and making their ig debut, introducing the schumi kids, mikey and demri <3

It had been years since Ruby introduced herself to social media. Everyone loved her and loved how funny she was. No one ever thought they would get another ‘Ruby goes on social media’ video since Charles had stated multiple times that she was forever on a phone ban. All it took for Charles to give up his phone was a couple of drinks and a distraction from Lorenzo and Arthur who had dared him to jump into the pool.

This time, Ruby wasn’t alone. She had her brother Mathéo with her so the media got to see two Leclercs mess around.

It was a Pascale’s birthday and the family had decided to surprise the mother with a cake and gifts. The Schumacher’s were also invited so Mikey and Demri were hanging out with the Leclerc children. By the end of the night, almost everyone was giggly and singing random songs every now and then.

The kids had just taken a bath after spending most of their day inside the pool. Ruby had come down from her room and saw Charles starting to empty his pockets onto the table.

“Charles! No!” Y/n laughed as Charles was debating whether or not to take his shirt off.

“Jump in fully clothed!” Arthur yelled as Carla tried to get him to shut up.

“Okay.” Charles replied, but before he jumped in, he grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her to the pool. She had no choice but to jump in as well.

Ruby saw Charles’ phone and quickly ran to get it before anyone saw her. Thankfully they were all distracted by drunk Charles. She ran back up to her room where Mathéo was playing on the IPad.

“Théo! Look!” Ruby showed the boy what she had in her hands. “Want to make a video?”

“Does it have games?” Demri asked, following her best friend.

The boy nodded and put away his IPad where he had found it. Ruby and Mathéo were completely different from their personalities to the way they dressed.

Ruby unlocked Charles’ phone and clicked on the instagram app. The first post that she came across was not her mother’s like last time. It was a family picture that was taken yesterday posted on Arthur’s account. She immediately went to the comments and typed one herself.

charles_leclerc yo u snore 😂😂😂

“Ruby, I want to see!” Mathéo whined since his sister was not sharing like they were suppose to.

“That’s my papa’s name!” Mikey pointed to Mick’s username in Arthur’s instagram likes.

“Go get maman’s phone! She has the same thing!”

So the little boy stood up from the floor and ran to get his mother’s phone. Y/n had been charging her phone in her room so Mathéo knew where to find the phone. When he came back, he saw Ruby pointing the phone to her doll collection that had grown since Instagram last saw it.

“Ruby, how do I get the game you’re playing?” Mathéo asked as he handed the phone to his sister.

Ruby sighed and set the phone down on her bed. “It’s not a game, Théo! Look, it’s this one.” Ruby opened up the instagram app on Y/n’s phone and saw the same post she had seen on Charles’ phone. Her fingers accidentally made the screen go from Y/n’s instagram feed to the camera. Demri and Mikey gasped when they saw filters.

“Take a picture!”

“Wait! There’s funny faces!” Mathéo excitedly said and started to put filters on his face. “I want to show papa!”

“No! If you show papa then he’s going to take away the phone and then you won’t be able to play and he’s going to be mad with you and he won’t give you kisses and he’ll give me more kisses. He told me.” Ruby said.

paddockfashion “he told me” me when i lie

forzacha16 room tour when?

schumacherlegacy this is so unexpected i love it

“I can show you papa’s trophies. Um, you have to be quiet because Uncle Enzo and his girlfriend and Auntie Carla and Uncle Arthur are here. I helped maman with grand-mère’s cake and it’s pink and I drew a heart and she loves it.” Ruby had a habit of talking about one topic then talking about another.

“My papa has a room like that too. But his has more because he said my opa’s trophies are in there too. He has a lot. I counted them the other day and I counted a lot.” Mikey explained.

“Where are you going?” Mathéo asked, still holding his mother’s phone in his hands.

“I’m going to papa’s trophy room.”

totowolffisadilf of course charles has a trophy room

gosports44 WHATS HIS CREDIT CARD NUMBER

nomichaelno tell charles to follow me on tiktok

“TikTok? My maman has TikTok.” Ruby said as her and Mathéo walked to the end of the hall where Charles kept all his trophies and helmets in a room.

“Show my helmet!” Mathéo shouted as he pointed to a helmet that Charles had gifted him for his birthday.

“No,” Ruby simply said and pointed the camera towards all the trophies. “I wanted to show the helmets Dem and I have but they’re not here.”During the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles had gifted Demri and Ruby matching helmets with their initials on the side. Ruby had hers in Mick’s house since she had taken it when her and Demri had a sleepover and forgotten it. “never mind this is boring. Uncle Pierre got me more barbies!”

She ran back to her room and dropped the phone. “Ruby! That’s papa’s phone!” Mathéo gasped.

“It was already broken when I got it,” Ruby picked up the phone and saw the comments and lightly gasped when she saw a familiar name.

pierregasly you’re still banned

pierregasly don’t break your papa’s phone

“What does that say?” Mathéo asked as he took the phone from Ruby’s hands.

“You can’t read, I can! It says listen to me and to give me two euros.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. I know how to read too!” Demri defended her friend.

“You can’t count, how can you read?” Mikey teased his sister.

yukisrestuarant ruby and demri stan until i die

formulasbitch gaslighting era

wagstyle i agree it says give her two euros

“Ruby? Do you have my phone?” The kids heard Charles shout.

“No!”

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An Arranged Marriage, part 10

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

M!troll x f!reader

1.4k words

Home and clean it's the first time you've every really been close to him and comfortable about it. You feel safe and at ease until he leaves you to rest while he bathes, and the sounds and sights of the last few hours keep bubbling up.

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“Why not go rest?” Zen’jan suggested as he took the washcloth from you, though you had managed to get a lot of the blood off of him.

“I’m ok” you protested, though you were struggling to keep your eyes open. It had been a long 24 hours.

“Go rest. I will go finish cleaning up in the bathroom and then go get us something to eat, ok?” he said firmly and you could tell it was not actually a question.

“Fine”.

He was right, some rest would do you well. You scuttled over to the bed and wrapped yourself up in the blankets while Zen’jan went to go bathe. He left the door cracked open, not that you could see anything at this angle, but it did feel reassuring that he was just right there.

Try as you might, you could not sleep. Panic gripped you every time you finally started to drift off, the memory of waking up under that tree to voices kept bubbling up to the surface.

More time than you realized had passed while you tried to sleep and you heard Zen’jan emerge from the bathroom. You looked over his way, he just had his bath towel wrapped loosely around his hips and did not seem to notice that you were not asleep. You did not mean to keep staring, but you did anyways. It had been nearly a month of living together and you had not so much as even seen him take his shirt off in front of you, now you could not help but peek at him while his back was to you.

Really, he was quite attractive now that you had gotten used to trolls. He moved so fluidly, even just while rummaging through the drawers looking for clothes. There were subtle variations in the blue of his skin down the backs of his arms and legs you had never noticed. Especially you stared at the muscle of his back and arms, no wonder he had no issue carrying you all the way back home.

Happily lost in thought, you let out a squeak of surprise and quickly covered your face with the blanket when he dropped his towel.

“Spirits! I thought you were asleep!” you heard him shout and could hear him scrambling about.

Moments later he was kneeling next to the bed, his voice in your ear as he spoke. “I am so sorry about that, towel is back on, I promise. Though maybe I should be concerned that the sight of me makes my wife shriek and hide” he laughed.

You peered out from the blankets, his face was level with yours, though you found your gaze drifting down lower to stare at his chest instead.

“I promise I really did think you were asleep” he said again, “I forgot to bring some clean clothes with me, and I really did not want to put the bloody ones one right after bathing”.

“I was just surprised, that’s all” you mumbled.

“As long as that was just a surprised reaction. I do not think my ego could handle it if my wife found me unbearable to look at” he leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“No, I um, I enjoyed the view” you managed to stammer out.

“That’s good” he nuzzled his forehead against yours before pulling back, “I am quite surprised that you are not asleep yet though”.

“I couldn’t fall asleep. The last time I tried to nap I woke up to bandits, every time I started to drift off this time I would start to panic”.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Maybe stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course, anything you need, but let me put some pants on. You can even watch if you want” he teased.

You felt your face heat up, it would be a lie to say you were not curious about what he looked like under all though clothes.

It was also nice seeing him more relaxed. Ever since the two of you returned home that morning he seemed a lot calmer, more open and relaxed than usual. He was smiling more, and joking around, and being affectionate.

You watched up until he took his towel off again, not quite ready to open that floodgate, but happy when he decided to skip putting a shirt on.

“Alright, where do you want me? I can just sit here next to you like I always have” he offered and sat on the floor next to the bed like he usual with his arms crossed on the bed and head resting on them.

“You can sit in the bed with me” you do not know why, but it was difficult to say out loud.

He sat next to you, towering over you where you laid, through for the first time his size felt comforting instead of looming.

“If you put your back to me I can rub your back” he offered.

You said nothing but did roll over. His hand was so warm as he gently rubbed circles on your back and you swore you could hear him humming something. You closed your eyes and the exhaustion began to set back in now that the panic from the towel incident had subsided.

“What are you humming?” you asked.

“An old song that my parents used to sing to me and my siblings when we could not sleep” he said.

“You never told me you had any siblings”.

“I have an older brother, a younger sister, and I had a younger brother”.

“Oh, I’m sorry” you said awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond.

“It happened a long time ago, and now is not the time to talk about loss, I just want you to relax and sleep now”.

You tried closing your eyes and only focusing on Zen’jan’s hand on your back. It was definitely easier to relax now that you did not feel alone.

“Do you mind if I lay down with you? I will keep rubbing your back though” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine”.

He kept his distance, laying at the edge of the bed to give you space while he kept rubbing your back. You did not know the last time you just laid with anyone. Back living at home it always involved a lot of sneaking around, even well into your adult years because the daughter of a prestigious naval admiral did not have relationships, let alone flings. No, as far as your family knew you never had spent nights sneaking about with one of the maids, or the son of the head butler.

It felt weird that now that you could just finally be openly affectionate with someone that you still hesitated. You wondered if you would be like this if you were married off to some upstart naval officer like you always were told you would be. You wondered if Zen’jan was human if would make a difference.

“Are you alright?” his voice cut through your downward spiraling thoughts, “You suddenly tensed up a lot”.

“Yeah, just thinking”.

“I know I asked this a lot the whole way home, but are you sure you are alright? You asked a lot about what happened there with me, but you dodged any of my questions. I will not force you to talk about anything, but I am here to listen”.

You did not know how to tell him everything. That your kingdom may be trying to restart the war. That your family seemed to be fine with your death if that is was it took to declare war again.

“It’s just been a lot”.

“I know, but if you ever need to talk I am here to listen, always”.

You rolled over and buried your face into his chest and you felt him nuzzle his chin against the top of your head. His heartbeat was slow and steady, a sharp contrast to your racing heart.

“I have got you. I will not let anyone hurt you, I promise” his voice was soft in your ear and sent a pleasant warm tingle down your spine.

“Thank you, Zen”.

You drifted off like that, listening to his heartbeat and him softly humming the song from before. He smelled like warm herbal soap from the bathtub, but you missed the smell of incense on his skin.

Part 11

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run to you | lee chan

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend picks you up in the middle of the night. PAIRING. biker!best friend!lee chan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst, best friends to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, implied that reader lives in a troubled household, lil description of a twisted ankle, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.7k

notes: finally have something written for dino!! i haven't written anything for him in a HOT min that this almost feels out of character for some reason 😭 anyways enjoy <3

Chan doesn't understand why simply the sight of your name lighting up his phone has his heart quickening, head spinning, and adrenaline rushing all in a single moment. But he doesn't give it much thought, his hand instinctively pressing the answer button as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

He brings his phone up to his ear, calling out your name, "Y/N?"

"Hey, um..." Your voice is shaky on the other line, barely above a whisper, laced with something that sounds suspiciously like pain, and it sends a snake of worry up his back. "...can you do me a favour real quick?"

Chan glances at the time on his phone for a brief second, brows furrowing at the late time displayed on the screen. He sits up in bed, already somehow feeling more awake than just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, uh, what's up?"

Silence hangs heavy in the air, heavier than the late-night quiet pressing against Chan's window. He can almost hear your nervous inhale and picture the hesitant frown on your face.

"I left my... well, actually my entire skateboard bag... at your place," You admit quietly, sheepishly. "Could you possibly... drop it off at my door? It's really late, I know, but𑁋"

"Where are you?" Chan asks frantically and seriously that it cuts you off. He hears the way your breath hitches in your throat at the tone of his voice, and it only makes him more apprehensive and his heart hammering against his ribs anxiously. "Are you at the skate park?"

Crap, he knows. He always knows. "Look, I just... needed to clear my head and took a little fall. I'm fine, can you just𑁋"

"Stay put," he commands, leaving no room for argument. "I'm coming to get you."

"What? No, Chan, it's fine𑁋"

He cuts you off, refusing to hear your protests. "Don't move. I'll be there in ten."

He hangs up before you can utter another word, quickly tossing a shirt on and grabbing his keys, helmet (and a second one), and of course, your skateboard bag. As Chan throws the bag over his shoulder, a sharp pang of worry hits him. He knows you're downplaying the fall and everything else going on, but the tremor in your voice paints a different picture in his mind, and he seems to be listening to his heart more than he ever thought he would.

All he could think about is you.

Chan knows not to pry, but it isn't the first time this has happened𑁋where you 'clear your head' in the middle of the night and run away from home for a few hours. But the thought of you alone and hurt gnaws at him more than he cares to admit.

Pushing aside the questions and worries for later, Chan rushes out the door, the roar of his motorcycle echoing through the hushed night. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. As he speeds towards the familiar silhouette of the skate park, a million scenarios play in his mind, each one twisting his gut tighter. He forces them down, focusing only on one𑁋getting to you and making sure you're okay.

The wind whips past Chan's helmet, carrying with it the sting of the cool night air and the echo of your shaky voice. He rounds the last corner, the skate park coming into view, bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp. He catches a single glance of your figure leaning against wall with your skateboard abandoned not that far away, and his heart jumps into his throat.

He throws the bike into a skid that leaves a dark streak on the pavement, the gravel crunching beneath his tires and the engine sputtering to a halt just beside you. You flinch at the sudden noise, looking up with wide, surprised eyes. Before you can speak, he's already hopping off and jogging towards you.

Something jumps in your stomach when he takes off his helmet, the streetlamp above illuminating the worry etched on his features and windswept, messy hair. Chan kneels before you, the gravel biting into his knees as his gaze takes note of the way you're gingerly clutching down at your ankle.

The concern in his eyes makes your defenses crumble. You open your mouth to explain, but he silences you with a gentle hand on your knee.

"Don't talk," he murmurs, voice surprisingly soft. "Let me see."

He gently pushes your hand away, his touch sending a spark through your already jittery nerves, calloused fingers lightly brushing against away the dirt clinging to your slightly swollen ankle. You wince at the contact, breath hitching at the unexpected touch. It's not painful, but it's strangely electrifying.

"It looks swollen," he states, carefully brushing his thumbs over the affected area. "Can you put any weight on it?"

You hesitantly try to wiggle your toes, wincing when a sharp pain shoots up your leg.

"Fuck, ow," You whisper, biting your lip. You feel the shame and embarrassment burn at your cheeks, making you want to sink into the cool concrete beneath you.

He's always right; you weren't fine. You hadn't been fine for a long time, but admitting it to yourself felt like opening a dam of emotions you weren't sure you could contain the longer you stay here, and you aren't sure if Chan being in front of you was helping with that or not.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Chan asks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through the gravel where he kneels. You can't help but meet his gaze, searching for judgment, but finding only concern and a hint of something deeper you couldn't decipher, or didn't want to acknowledge.

You shrug, hating how weak the gesture feels, pulling back your leg away from him slightly. "It's okay, just a twist."

Chan's jaw clenches, the concern on his face morphing into something else, something you couldn't quite place. "Just a twist? Y/N, it's the middle of the night, you're alone at the skate park, and you can barely stand. It's not okay."

You feel your chest tighten. "I told you I just needed to get some air. You didn't have to come if you didn't want to. I'm fine."

His eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something raw and intense flickering in them.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asks, coming out a bit harsher than intended. "What if you... what if something bad happened and you couldn't call for help? Do you think I wouldn't want to be the one to find you?"

His words hit you like a physical blow. You flinch, the vulnerability you'd so carefully guarded threatening to spill out. God, you hate that he could see through you, hate that he cares so much, hate that you couldn't hate it no matter how much you tried.

"No," You mumble, swallowing back the heat threatening in your eyes. "I don't think you're stupid. It's just..." Your voice trails off.

"It's just what?" Chan demands, voice tight. "Just another night where you disappear and leave me wondering if you're okay? I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

His words suspend heavy in the air, the only sounds coming from the occasional crickets and the rhythmic thump of your heart echoing loudly in your ears. You could only stare at Chan, his intense gaze boring into you, and feel a dam within yourself start to slowly crack.

Chan lets his eyes roam over you, and a twinge of guilt seems to twitch at his lips, his eyes softening noticeably, but barely. He lets out a sigh.

"Come on," he says firmly. "I can't let you stay here alone, not tonight. Let me take you back to my place, okay?" His eyes hold yours for a beat longer than necessary, a silent plea struggling beneath the surface.

He rises from the ground and offers you his hand. The heat radiating from his skin sends a familiar jolt through you. Hesitantly, you place your hand in his, his fingers warm and calloused as they intertwine together clumsily, like you're testing some type of waters. Then he lifts you with surprising ease, the sudden movement sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through your ankle, making you tighten your grip on his hand.

"Sorry," he murmurs, concern flickering in his eyes. "Let me know if it's too much."

You shake your head, unable to find your voice. You're a tangled mess of emotions𑁋relief, embarrassment, and a fluttering nervousness that you can't quite explain. He helps you onto the back of his motorcycle and secures the extra helmet around your head, before stepping away to collect your skateboard from the ground. Then you feel his hand cup over yours, bringing it to secure around his waist, the warmth of his body pressed against yours sending shivers down your spine.

"Hold on tight," he instructs. As the engine rolls to life, you feel the vibration through your body, and you scoot yourself impossibly closer to him, tightening your hold around his abdomen even more.

The ride to his apartment is a blur of streetlights and rushing wind. You cling to him even more, not entirely sure if it's for balance or something more, but it's awfully comforting and... intimate.

You lean your head on his back and breathe in the familiar scent of leather and warmth that seems to calm you more than it should. Shifting your eyes up, you steal a glance at Chan, the moonlight casting long shadows across his determined jaw and windblown hair. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every shift of the bike, and a strange sense of safety washes over you. You feel a slight tug at your lips at the thought.

As the motorcycle comes to a stop outside Chan's apartment, you linger for a moment, the gentle rumble of the engine fading into the quiet night as he puts it into park. The warmth of his body still lingers onto yours as he takes off his helmet and hops off the bike, before turning around to help with yours.

The brush of your hands against each other sends a jolt through the two of you. Chan quickly pulls away, his hand hovering awkwardly by your helmet, but the heaviness in the air lingers. You look up at him, his gaze flickering between your face, before he fully slips the helmet off your head, hand lingering in the strands of your hair for a moment.

He clears his throat, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again.

"I, uh... should get you inside," he finally says.

You only give a nod. But as you attempt to step off the bike, the pain in your ankle shoots up your leg, bringing a wince to your face.

"Here," Chan says quickly, kneeling before you again. "Let me help."

He carefully scoops you up in his arms, the familiar scent of leather and warmth enveloping you once more. This time, you don't try to pull away, your heart pounding against his chest as he carries you inside.

He takes you to his kitchen, helping you sit on top of the counter, and you can't help but let out a quiet, soft sigh of relief. As he draws away from you to rummage through the drawers, you glance around his kitchen, noting the small stack of dishes in the sink, the motorcycle magazines scattered across his little eating area, and an empty bowl of cereal𑁋a glimpse into his life you hadn't seen before.

It's silent when it all happens, almost too silent it's suffocating. But as Chan comes back to you with an ice pack and a bottle of pills, you could only watch him. The soft light from the hanging lamp above bathes his face in a warm glow, and you catch the way his gaze lingers on your face a moment too long.

He reaches out, gently placing the ice pack on your swollen ankle. His touch is light, almost tentative, yet the cold feeling makes you flinch, but Chan's hand rests gently on the skin above your ankle, the other cupping at your knee. There's a part of you that wants to pull away from him, from everything happening right now, but you don't. You don't want to. You can't. He's worried, frustrated, and maybe even a little hurt, and you understand why. You've pushed him away again, and he's tired of it.

"I..." You start, a tremor betraying your words. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Chan glances up at you. "But you did," he replies lowly. "You always do. And it scares the hell out of me."

The tension hangs thick in the air as Chan's words sink in.

"I-I'm sorry, I really am," You mutter, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "It's just... things are hard at home, and I don't know how to deal with it. Being away just seems to... clear it all up a little bit, you know?"

"Then why run away when you can run to me?" He's standing right in front of you at this point, one hand still on your knee.

"Why do care you so much?" You counter almost defensively, feeling yourself tense right under his gaze.

"Because the more this happens, the more I realise I don't want to be your friend anymore," he answers simply, then lowers his voice. "I can't be... just your friend anymore when I want to be the person you run to."

The world freezes. Everything freezes, and you could only stare at him with widened eyes and a pure look of shock. Nothing but silence stretches between the two of you, and the hammering in your chest only grows stronger by each passing second.

Chan lowers his gaze to the floor, taking his hand off your knee and running it through his hair. "Fuck, I shouldn't have..." He catches a glimpse of the bottle of pain medication right next to you. "Let me get you some water𑁋"

"No, wait." You grab at his hand, causing him to halt, and he looks back at you. "Don't... go yet, please?"

Chan hesitates, before giving in, finding himself standing right back in front of you, the two of you almost eye-level. Except you shoot a quick look at his lips, then up to his eyes, before letting the hand wrapped around his wrist pull him even closer to you, to the point where he's almost standing between your legs.

His breath hitches from the sudden closeness, but he shouldn't be like this right now. Not when you're hurt and vulnerable. He can't tell you that he wanted you the moment you met two years ago when you rolled past him one day on the way to the same skate park, can't tell you that he would choose you over everything else in a heartbeat.

But all those thoughts are pushed away the moment he feels your lips on his, and his hands come naturally to your waist, as if afraid you might slip away. His lips seemingly mold perfectly with yours, and you can feel the longing in the way his fingers seem to tighten its hold on your shirt.

Your lips part for a brief moment, and there's a long moment that passes before Chan leans in again, capturing your mouth a bit more fervently, a bit more passionately than before, yet nonetheless still sweet and tender. The world outside disappears, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the gentle glow of the kitchen light above.

When you both pull away, there's a breathless pause.

"Are you... are you okay?" he asks cautiously. "I'm sorry, it just..."

"No, I'm... I should say sorry for... everything," You cut him off. "I shouldn't have made you worried or... pushed you away. I'm sorry."

"All I ever want is to make sure you're okay, Y/N." His hand is back at your knee again, finger tracing reassuring shapes, easing the tension out of your body.

You let out a nervous, light-hearted chuckle. "We're not even together yet and I'm already causing you so much trouble."

Chan's expression softens, and he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"Who said I wasn't yours yet?" He leans back in, teasing his lips back against yours. "I can be, if you want me to be."

another note: ending is a lil rushed im sorry oops i wrote this rlly late 😭

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[wholoveseggs]

Can you do a one-shot of elijah and y/n having sex for the first time together and elijah talks y/n through it then starts to get more dom

Teach You

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You are nervous about your first time with Elijah and he makes it an unforgettable experience.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet @ashloring ♡♡

3.6k words - Warnings: pure smut no plot, virgin!reader, slight choking, tinsy bit of dom!elijah, lot's of dirty talk, Elijah being very sweet as always...

The way your boyfriend looked tonight was driving you crazy. All he was doing was sitting on his bed reading, wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The way this particular shirt fit him and the way his hair was also a little messy made him look so hot.

He made you nervous, his looks, his body, his whole demeanor and personality just did something to you that nobody else could.

You were laying on the sofa across from him, enjoying the warmth of his fireplace and a book he recommended. After reading the same paragraph three times, you couldn't focus because of Elijah.

Your friends tried to hook you up with other guys in the past, but you never went for it. The guys would always try and pressure you into things and would get frustrated when you wouldn't go along. When Elijah would take you out, he was a perfect gentleman. You never wanted to do anything he didn't want to, and he always made sure to take his time with you.

This was your first serious relationship, and you wanted to wait until the time was right.

You decided that today was the day you were going to tell him, but you were beyond nervous.

You were a little embarrassed about having to ask him to teach you, but first you had to tell him that you were a virgin. You worried that he would reject you, that he wouldn't want to be with someone as inexperienced as you.

You had spent the morning getting prepared, you took a long bath, shaving everything, then shaving again, body scrub, applying lotion, the works. You even went and bought lingerie for the occasion, a dark green teddy that complimented your skin tone.

But after all of that you were just laying here, looking up at his bedroom ceiling, too nervous to even get on the bed next to him. And he laid over there, having no clue what you were going through.

The day progressed, and your nerves were starting to get the best of you. You were very inexperienced when it came to sex, so much so that you had no clue how to go about this.

It was a bit funny, now that you were ready to take the next step, you didn't know if you could. You had been laying on the couch for over two hours, trying to find the right words to say, trying to gather enough courage to do it.

You were finally ready, after much self-coaxing, and got up. You walked over to the bed, slowly, and sat on the edge.

"Elijah? Can we talk?" You asked, quietly.

He closed the book, putting it on his nightstand, and sat up. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you into his lap, you back pressed against his front. He could feel the lace under your dress and it piqued his curiosity, but he said nothing about it.

"Of course, my dear, what is it?"

You bit your lip, your cheeks getting hot as you felt his hands on your waist. You were suddenly shy, unsure if you could say what you had to say.

"I-I...um, well, I just-..." you started, stumbling over your words. "We've been dating for a while now and I haven't been honest with you about something."

You could feel your face burning, and you had to look away from him. His fingers played with the hem of your dress, waiting for you to continue.

"Well, you see, I've never-..." you began, trying to figure out how to explain it. "I've never had...sex. Before. And I want to do it. Now." You rushed out, not wanting to drag this conversation out longer than it had to be.

Elijah let out a low chuckle, his breath warm against your neck. He kissed the side of your neck softly, trailing down to the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

"I know, my sweet girl."

Your eyes widened. He knew? What did that mean? Was it obvious? Could vampires sense such things? You felt mortified.

"How did you-"

"It was easy to tell, the way you reacted every time I touched you. Not to mention you blush every time the word sex is mentioned."

You groaned, wanting the earth to swallow you whole. This was not the conversation you wanted to have.

"Oh god," you said, putting your head in your hands. "Is it obvious?"

Elijah hummed gently, his hands sliding underneath your dress, stroking your thighs.

"Not to most people, but I've been around for a while."

His lips pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue coming out and licking the sensitive skin there. It sent a thrill straight through your body, a rush of heat settling between your legs.

"Are you still okay with this? I won't go further unless you are." He said, his hands stopping on your thighs.

You nodded your head, letting out a soft moan when his hands continued upwards. His touch was gentle and slow, but it set your skin on fire.

"Eli.. I haven't really done anything before... Please don't judge me if I'm not good at this. Or if I mess up." You admitted, biting your lip.

"You won't mess up, do you want me to show you? Teach you?" He said, his hands squeezing your hips. "I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Your mouth went dry and you were having trouble thinking clearly. The way his hands felt on your skin, his lips brushing against your neck, it was driving you crazy.

"Yes." You replied.

Elijah's hand slipped underneath your dress and pulled it over your head, making you feel very exposed. He tossed it aside and his hands ran up and down your sides, exploring every inch of skin.

"This is very nice," he said, referring to the lingerie. "I was curious why you were wearing something like this underneath your dress."

You smiled and bit your lip, happy that he liked it. Your hands were fidgeting nervously in your lap, feeling like this was all a little overwhelming.

He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them soothingly.

"If at any point you're uncomfortable, or you want to stop, you can tell me."

You nodded your head, smiling softly as he continued to kiss your neck. He gently pulled down the straps of your teddy, kissing the exposed skin.

"I trust you, Eli."

He smiled at the nickname and continued kissing and nibbling on your shoulders and neck.

You felt yourself starting to relax as his hands explored your body. He peeled the lace away from your breasts and you instinctively covered them, your cheeks flushing.

"So sweet and shy," he murmured, moving your hands and placing them on his thighs.

His fingers trailed over the tops of your breasts, barely brushing against your nipples. You whimpered quietly and moved your hips, trying to find friction where you needed it most.

"Does that feel nice, when I touch you like this," he whispered, his fingers lightly pinching one nipple.

You gasped and your hips bucked involuntarily. He kept pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, making your pussy throb with need. His mouth was hot against your ear, whispering soft praises to you.

"Or when I touch you like this."

His hand slipped underneath the lace between your legs, his fingers lightly grazing over your clit. Your eyes snapped shut and you gripped his thighs tighter.

"Fuck."

"Have you ever touched yourself like this?" He asked, his finger running over your clit again.

You nodded your head, moaning when his fingers moved a little faster. Your legs fell open, giving him better access.

"What did you think about?"

"You," you answered, biting your lip. "About how it would feel if it was you instead."

His cock twitched in his pants, and he had to stop himself from taking you right then and there. He was going to show you everything, how to make love, how to have rough sex, how to give him a blow job, anything you wanted.

"Tell me, have you thought about this? About having sex with me?"

He pushed the lace aside and slipped two fingers inside your wet pussy, groaning when he felt how tight you were. You moaned and arched your back, rocking your hips against his fingers.

You could barely form words, but he nipped at your neck, encouraging you to answer.

"I thought about...ah, fuck, I thought about you fucking me." You whimpered, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your toes curl.

"How?" He whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"Rough. You fucking me against the wall or over the kitchen table. And...oh, shit, and, uhm, riding you. You holding my hips, guiding me." You were blushing furiously as you spoke, you were shocked by the words tumbling out of your mouth.

Elijah could have easily came right then, the images flashing through his mind of him taking you every way possible. He was going to do all of those things to you, but he had to control himself. He had to take his time with you.

"And what else?" He asked, his voice a deep whisper as he fucked you with his fingers.

"Ah, ah...I don't remember. Everything, I think. I don't know." You panted, moaning when his thumb pressed against your clit.

You could hear the wet sounds his fingers made as they moved inside you, making your face heat up. You were so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

You looked down at his hand, at his fingers pumping in and out of you, and you bit your lip. The sight alone had you on the edge, so close to coming, and he knew it.

"That's it, sweetheart. I can feel you tightening around my fingers," he murmured. "You're doing so well."

Elijah had to restrain himself, had to fight off the urge to bend you over his knee and spank you. To pin you down and fuck you. He knew that you had no experience, but he couldn't deny how hot you were when you talked like that, telling him all your dirty thoughts and desires.

You whimpered and dug your nails into his thighs. Rolling your hips, meeting the movement of his fingers, and trying to chase after that high. Your legs started shaking as he thrust his fingers faster, his thumb circling your clit.

He sucked and bit on your neck and your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and you let out a cry. You moaned and shook as pleasure rolled over your body, making your vision go black.

Elijah slowed his fingers down, rubbing your clit lightly until you were completely done. You turned your head to the side and caught his lips, kissing him sloppily.

Your lips were still pressed against his when you slid your hands over his pants. You could feel the hard bulge beneath them and you palmed it gently, testing the waters.

He smiled against your lips and flipped you over onto your back. Your back hit the bed and his hand came up to wrap around your neck, pinning you underneath him. You let out a surprised squeal and felt yourself growing wetter.

"What do you think you're doing?" He teased, his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at you.

You opened your mouth to answer, but only a gasp came out. The way his hand gripped your throat sent heat rushing through you. He held your neck a little tighter and your legs fell open on their own, making room for him to settle between them.

He pressed his cock against you, letting you feel how hard he was through his pants.

"Do you see what you're doing to me, darling?"

You nodded and rolled your hips against him. His lips were pressed against your ear as he whispered to you, his hand moving from your neck to grip your waist.

He tore the teddy away from your body, throwing the scraps of material over his shoulder. His eyes took in every inch of your exposed skin, drinking in every detail.

You tried to close your legs, to cover yourself up, but he was having none of that. He lowered his head and kissed down the valley between your breasts, over your stomach, and to the inside of your thighs. His breath ghosted over your skin as his fingers pushed back inside you, his mouth going straight to your clit.

You moaned, your hands flying to his head and grabbing his hair. He let out a sexy groan and sucked gently on the sensitive bud, making you moan and whimper. You weren't expecting it and the sensation took over, your second orgasm rushing over you quickly.

He continued licking your clit through your orgasm, only pulling away when you were completely spent. Your chest heaved and you panted as he pulled his fingers out, his hands coming up to your thighs to keep them spread open.

"Eli, that felt so good," you whimpered.

He kissed your clit once more, making your legs jerk. You looked down to see him crawling up your body, a smirk on his face. He hovered over you, kissing you roughly, his lips tasting of yourself. You moaned and pulled him closer, feeling his clothed erection against your pussy.

He moved your hips and pushed your legs further apart. Then quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants, releasing his hard cock. Your eyes widened and your hands flew to his chest, holding yourself up. He was going to be a lot bigger than you expected, and you felt a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach.

His face softened and he smiled at you gently. "You're so tight, and wet, and your body was made for me to fuck," he whispered, pushing your legs up, and making your knees touch your chest.

He gripped the base of his cock and ran it up and down your pussy, getting himself slick with your wetness. Then he rubbed the tip against your clit and over your pussy, teasing you.

"You can tell me to stop, and I will." he promised, placing kisses down the column of your neck.

He held your thighs down and pressed his cock against your wet heat. He slid his cock along your slit, groaning when the tip caught against your entrance.

Your hands fisted in the bedsheets, gripping them tightly as he continued teasing you. Then you felt his hips shifting, and you moaned as he pushed his cock inside you.

Elijah looked up and your eyes locked, his hand coming up to brush away your hair. He paused for a moment, waiting for you to adjust to the size of his cock, before slowly sliding it deeper inside.

He watched your face, taking in the way you reacted to everything. Your head fell back as you moaned loudly, his cock filling you up, stretching your pussy in ways you had never known possible. He rocked his hips gently, sliding out of your cunt until he was almost completely out, and then he snapped them back.

You gasped at the sudden movement, feeling the sharp pleasure coursing through your body.

He smiled and kissed you. "Good?" He whispered.

Your answer was lost on your lips, as you nodded your head. He held onto your waist, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusts. He looked down, watching his cock sliding in and out of your tight hole, and he growled, pulling your hips closer to his.

He slowly grinded into your pussy, your clit rubbing against the base of his cock as he fucked you. Your wetness coating his cock, and he knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was. He pulled your hips closer, pushing deeper inside you.

Your eyes rolled back and you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders. He kissed the side of your neck and murmured sweet praises in your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your neck.

"That's it, baby."

You moaned, feeling a third orgasm building. His hand snaked between your legs and rubbed your clit. Your head fell back against the pillows as you arched your back, the pleasure making your vision go blurry.

He chuckled at how easy you were to please, but he wasn't done with you just yet. His cock kept hitting all the right places as he thrust his cock into you, the feeling of being inside you better than he had ever imagined.

"Tell me," he whispered, "tell me how it feels."

You opened your mouth to reply, but all you could do was whimper.

His fingers worked your clit as he pounded his cock into you, your pussy clenching around his length as you came.

Something in him snapped at the sight of your climax. The feeling of your tight cunt around his cock was too much for him to handle and he let himself go, thrusting hard and fast.

His hands squeezed your thighs, spreading them wider, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his mouth on your neck, moaning against your skin as he pounded you.

"So good, sweetheart. So tight and warm," he growled. "Cum for me one more time,"

He gave a particularly rough thrust and your nails dug into his arms, leaving marks in their wake. You were a babbling mess beneath him, your pussy milking his cock for all its worth.

He suddenly pulled out and you whimpered. You weren't ready to have him out of you yet.

"No, Eli, please don't stop," you pleaded, your hand reaching for his cock.

You wrapped your fingers around the base and pulled it back, trying to push it back inside. He slapped your hand away and grinned, flipping you over so you were on your stomach.

He pulled your hips up, until you were on your knees, with your face in the pillows. He smacked your ass hard before lining his cock back up to your pussy and thrusting in all at once.

Your hips bucked, your walls tightening around his length as he buried his cock inside you again. You gasped at the intrusion, not used to this new angle, but soon your pussy was relaxing, stretching around his thick cock.

Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you as you pressed your hips back to meet his thrusts, taking every inch of his length as he slammed his hips forward.

Your fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly and your toes curled as another orgasm quickly approached. It felt like fire was coursing through your veins as your cunt spasmed around his cock.

He bent over you, pressing his chest against your back as his thrusts became deeper and harder, making you see stars. You whimpered as your legs shook from the intensity of the orgasm. He placed soft kisses down your back, letting out a low groan as he filled you with his cum, your name slipping past his lips as he finished.

Elijah wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled out of you. He flipped you over so that you were facing him. You were sweaty and hair was sticking to your forehead, but you were smiling. He rolled off you, and collapsed on the bed beside you. He looked at you with a soft smile on his face as he panted heavily.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You rested your head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat as it slowed.

He stroked your hair softly, kissing the top of your head. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

You looked up at him, nodding your head and smiling softly. "I'm good. It felt really good," you answered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," he told you, kissing your forehead and leaving the bedroom.

You laid your head down and closed your eyes. You could feel your legs starting to ache from being bent and your pussy throbbing from the overuse, but it was a good feeling. It made you feel happy.

A few moments later he came back to the room with a small towel and some warm water, a soft smile on his face when he saw you in bed waiting for him.

He gently cleaned the cum from between your legs and you winced when he touched your clit, the bundle of nerves sensitive.

He let out a chuckle, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, just sore. It'll be fine."

You tried to roll out of the bed, but he stopped you, placing his hands on your hips and pushing you back onto your back.

He crawled over top of you, his eyes searching your face, taking in the details of your skin. The softness of your cheeks, the curve of your jawline, the way your lashes rested against your cheeks. You were so beautiful, he was honored to call you his own.

"What?" You asked, squirming beneath his intense gaze.

"I'm just...taking in the sight of you. It's beautiful," he answered, stroking your cheek.

You blushed, your face growing warm as he complimented you. You buried your face in his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He kissed your forehead softly, letting his lips linger for a moment, before pulling back slightly.

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and he smiled, stroking your cheek.

"I love you, sweetheart," he said, brushing his nose against yours. "You were perfect tonight, and I'm glad to have you in my life."

"I love you too, Eli," you whispered.

"Rest up," he said, kissing your forehead again. "I'm not done with you just yet."

Your cheeks heated and your eyes widened, but you smiled softly, nuzzling into his chest as you slowly fell asleep in his arms.

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[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 3

&lt;----part 2, part 4--->

A/N: It’s been a week since your first day 

Everytime I came in for my shift I always needed to change into my uniform which was starting to get tiring. I wasn’t allowed to take the shirt, nametag, or headband home. I promised the team member that I would bring everything back, but they said they needed to wash it every time with the vanilla scent that DogDay has. I huffed in disappointment and took the clothes and went to go change.  

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I was told that at the start of the week all the helpers need to give their assigned Smiling Critter a bath that way their scent can be strong again. Also, we needed to arrive two hours before Playcare opened to everyone. Guessing it took a while to wash everyone. Then a thought came into my head. DogDay is a dog, and dogs typically hated getting wet. Oh boy, today would not be easy for me.  

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The Playcare looked scary when the lights were off. The only lights present was from the Bron lamps. I walked over to the counselors building and somehow while looking at the ground, I tripped over a wire. “Ah-!” I hit the ground and laid on the floor for ten seconds before rising to my elbows and looking at the wire. While I looked back at the wire, I noticed that it started to move. As I got a closer look, I saw that this wire was fluffy, and purple. “Huh?” Then suddenly whatever I tripped on wrapped around my ankle and quickly pulled me into the air. I didn’t dare make a sound while I was being hoisted up knowing that the kids were all asleep. My morning was going great. 

I was brought up to the statues and finally saw what the heck grabbed me. CatNap. This was the first time I’ve seen him up close and he was by far the scariest one out of the group. Since I was hanging upside down, I had to hold my shirt down with my hands. “Hey there CatNap...could you um, put me down please?” Where the hell was Sarah?! She’s supposed to be keeping an eye on him as his helper. CatNap just stared at me. DogDay did tell me that CatNap doesn’t really talk, but him not talking was making this much creepier. 

“Psst, CatNap, Angel, what are you doing?!” I looked at the floor and spotted DogDay just below me. “CatNap she’s my helper not a doctor. She’s a friend!” DogDay whispered but also yelled out. “Friend....” That’s all CatNap said before releasing his tail from me. I fell and landed into DogDays arms. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven Angel?” He laughed at the joke that he made. I look towards him with a concerned look on my face. “He pulled me into the air and then dropped me...and you...”  

It then registered what DogDay had just said to me, and I smiled and laughed, all the anger that I felt left. “I can’t believe you just said that. That was cheesy.” I wiped a tear away from laughing. “I wanted to see a smile on your face Angel, especially since what was happening with you and CatNap.” “Yeah, what was that all about anyway?” His face then looked nervous for a moment before he answered. “He’s not a fan of adults. He rarely tolerates his helper. He didn’t mean any harm, really.” I looked back up to the statues, but CatNap was no longer there. “Hm. Well next time I see him I want an apology.” DogDay chuckled and nodded his head. “Oh, I like your earrings, Angel.” I totally forgot that I went out yesterday and bought me a pair of sun earrings. I liked getting earrings to match my outfit. It was earlier than I liked to be awake at, so it slipped my mind that I wore them. “Thank you, there new.” 

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DogDay led me to a hidden door that blended in perfectly against the walls. This was where they got washed up. Each Smiling Critter had their own room with everything they needed to be cleaned properly. The whole time we were walking towards DogDays room he was cheerful but as soon as we entered the room, and I closed the door he started shaking. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Taking baths are fun!” I grabbed onto his paw to try to calm him down. DogDay then stopped shaking and looked at me and smiled. “Normally I would give myself a bath but now that I have you Angel, this should be less scary.” I nodded my head and went to put on an apron to not get myself wet. “Alright, let's get started! First, I will need to take off your pendant, don’t want that getting dirty now.” DogDay lowered himself so that I could reach behind his neck and undo the knot from his pendant.  

Since it was just us, I decided to ask him a question that I had for him. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you this, but you said you went through a lot of applicants before landing on me. What made me stand out?” I could feel DogDay stiffen when I asked this. I was still untying his pendant when he spoke. “Everyone else's application seemed so boring, plus the pictures that they sent in I could tell that they would not be good to work down here at Playcare. But yours Angels, your picture was just full of-” I accidentally cut him off as his pendant was quite heavy and made me yelp in surprise. “Jeez this is heavy!”  

DogDay saw me struggling to pick it up and took it from me and set it down on the table. “Woops, should’ve worn you, sorry Angel.” “That’s really heavy, guess the kids weren’t lying when they said you were strong.” I nudge DogDay playfully. His ears perked up and he wagged his tail. Cute. “Okay now the not so fun part.” I pointed over to where DogDay needed to be at to get washed. He swallowed hard but then walked on all fours over to the area. I saw that there was a step stool for me, so I grabbed it and placed it near him. “I’ll try to be really quick, okay?” He nodded and closed his eyes. I turned on the hose and started to wet DogDay. 

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It took around three minutes to fully wet DogDay, yeesh. Now I had to put the vanilla scented soap on him. To pull his mind away from his bath I decided to playfully tease him about calling me pretty. “By the way, I never got to thank you for calling me pretty.” “Huh?!” His ears perked up again. “Oh- right, I forgot that Damian shouted that out...Well you are pretty Angel.” I scrubbed his ears and smiled. “Thank you.” It took me thirty minutes to cover DogDay with soap. This was tiring, but I’ll improve over time. “Okay almost done, just gotta rinse you off and then dry you and then comb your fur and that’s it!” As I said it aloud, I realized that those tasks would also take a while.  

I rinsed off DogDay and turned off the hose. I walked over to a cubby and took off my apron while also grabbing a blow dryer. As I was plugging in the blow dryer I looked over and noticed that he had a look in his eyes. “Angel, I gotta shake this water off.” Oh no. “Nonono don’t shake, please don’t shake.” “It’s dripping down my body...” “Don’t shake!” “I gotta shake!” “No no shaking-” Too late. DogDay shook all the water off of him. DogDay sighed as he no longer felt as wet as he did before. “Whew I feel so much better.” DogDay turned to look at me and he then saw the aftermath of what he did.  

There I stood, all drenched in water. “So sorry Angel...” Even though I was drenched in chilly water I wasn’t angry at all. I started to laugh aloud. “Haha! I should’ve known that was gonna happen.” DogDay smiled and wagged his tail. “I really tried to not shake Angel.” “It’s okay, ahem, now let’s dry ourselves off.”  

I got dried as best as I could but knew I was going to need to change out of these wet clothes before getting sick. I brushed out DogDays fur and added in some more vanilla scent to him. DogDay then grabbed his pendant and I decided to buff it out so that it’ll shine. I looked at the pendant and saw my reflection. “There, all beautiful now.” “Yes, you are Angel...I-I mean yes, it’s beautiful now haha...” I booped him on the nose with my finger and smiled at him. “Thank you, you are looking pretty handsome now after that bath.” His ears perked up and his tail was wagging back and forth fast. Seeing DogDay like this made me happy, and warm inside...maybe I was already getting sick.  

A/N: Thank you for reading!

[cjlouwho]

can you do a part two of the eddie thinks tommy's cheating but he's buying a ring fic? this time tommy is actually proposing to evan but it doesn't go the way he planned with eddie, or something? maybe he confused evan by saying this isn't how it went when he proposed to eddie? idk just thinking!

part one can be found here

“Evan... Evan...” Tommy was staring out the window by the kitchen sink. He had just finished washing a couple dishes and pulled the ring box out of his pocket, now practicing the way he'd begin his proposal. “Evan... Evan?”

“What?”

Tommy jumped, whipping around.

“Evan!” he exclaimed, wide eyed. “You're home.” He'd been so into trying out his proposal he hadn't heard the door.

Buck's eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah. Isn't that why you were saying my name?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I- I just thought you wouldn't be back from Maddie's until later.” He had his hands behind his back, trying to stuff the box into his back pocket. It was not subtle.

“Jee started running a little fever so I headed home early. Tommy, what are you doing?”

Tommy stilled. The box was in his pocket, but just barely. “Fixing my pants,” he answered weakly. “They were falling.”

“Well it's not like I'd mind if they did,” Buck replied, throwing Tommy a cheeky (cheesy) wink. “In fact, it's been a little too long since they have.” He started toward Tommy, which only made Tommy's heart pick up speed. He knew that look. That was Evan's “I wanna grab your ass” look and the one thing he could not do right now is grab Tommy's ass.

Before Buck could reach him, Tommy plastered himself against the countertop and began a sideways scoot to get around him. “I've, um, I have to pee,” he said, motioning toward the bathroom. Never turning away from Buck, he shuffled to the half bath near the entryway and shut himself inside.

It was suspicious. He knew it. There was no simple way of talking himself out of this one. Tommy never denied Evan an ass-grab. It was one of his favorite things, actually.

Sure enough, Evan was at the door in seconds.

“Tommy, are you okay?” Buck asked through the bathroom door. “You're acting weird.”

“I'm fine. Just need to pee.”

“Are you sure? Did something happen? I- Is there... Is there something stuck, you know, up there?”

“Oh my God! No!”

“Because if there is, it- it's nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens a lot. Like a lot. You know that.”

Tommy flung the door back open, giving Buck an exasperated stare. “There is nothing stuck up my butt, Evan. Thank you for your concern.”

“Then why are you acting so strange?” Buck asked. “You know I won't give up until I find out the truth. That's how my brain works, Tommy, I will look over every inch of your body until I find the problem. And if the problem isn't on the outside, I will make you get every scan done to find out what's wrong on the inside, so you better-”

“Okay!” Tommy took a step out of the bathroom and brought his hands to Buck's jaw, rubbing his thumb over his cheeks. “Okay,” he repeated before leaning in for a kiss. Buck sighed into it, relaxing a bit. Even when Tommy pulled away, he kept his eyes closed for a couple extra seconds, like he was waiting for more. “Will you wait for me in the living room?” Tommy asked. “I'll be out in a second.”

Buck tilted his head. “Will you tell me what's wrong then?”

“Nothing's wrong,” Tommy reassured him, “but yes, I will.”

“Okay.” Buck gave him another peck. “But if you're not out in two minutes I'm calling for an ambulance.”

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Tommy gave himself a minute in the bathroom to take deep, cleansing breaths. After that he stood straight, looked himself in the mirror, rolled his shoulders, and gave himself a nod. He didn't have much more time. He knew if he wasn't out soon that Evan would actually called 911 and that would be a new level of embarrassing.

He opened the door and peeked his head out, making sure Evan wasn't right there.

Once he was certain Evan was in the living room, he called out, “Just close your eyes for a minute, okay?”

There was a pause, then, “Tommy, honestly, what is going on? Did... Did you buy that doctor costume we talked about? Cause, um, if so, I- I'd like my eyes to be open.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “No, Evan. Just close them? Please?”

“Fine. Okay, they're closed.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Tommy walked quietly out to the living room, getting into position and taking one final deep breath before beginning. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

When Buck opened his eyes, it took him a second to register that Tommy was kneeling in front of him, on one knee, with a little box in his hand. “What- Oh my God!”

“Evan, growing up I never-”

“Yes!”

Tommy's mouth hung open as he was stopped mid sentence. “Wh- I'm sorry, what?”

Evan was nodding rapidly. He scooted off the couch until he was kneeling in front of Tommy, on both of his knees, reaching out for any piece of him he could hold onto. “Yes. I'm saying yes!”

“I- I didn't even do my speech.” Even through his shock, tears came to Tommy's eyes. Because Evan had said yes! He said yes!!

“I don't need it. If you're asking, I'm saying yes.”

“I'm asking,” Tommy assured him. “I'm definitely asking.”

“Then you've got an answer.”

Tommy shook his head as he went to pull the ring from the box. “This went way different with Eddie,” he muttered out between sniffs.

“What are you talking about?” Buck asked with a laugh, wiping a tear off his face. “Did you propose to Eddie?”

“He had me fake propose to him, give him the whole speech so I knew it'd be perfect for you.”

“Well,” Buck grabbed Tommy face, bringing him in for a wet kiss, “it... was... perfect,” he said between kisses.

“You don't even know what it was!” Tommy exclaimed, laughing now too, even as he continued to cry.

Buck leaned back and cleared his throat, trying to contain his excitement. “Okay, so, um, what was it then?”

Tommy opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, laughing harder now. “I don't remember! Something about your smile, and thinking about you when I wake up and go to sleep. But it was really good, I promise! You'll have to ask Eddie about it.”

“I will,” Buck promised. He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face. “But for now will you put the damn ring on my finger?”

“Oh my God, yes!” Tommy dropped the box to the side and held out the ring. “It's got morse code on the inside,” he said, tilting it so Evan could see.

Buck blinked a few times to clear his eyes. “I-L-Y.” A new wave of tears began to spill. “Tommy, th- this is the sweetest thing ever. I love you so much.”

He lifted his shaking hand and Tommy held onto it carefully as he slipped the ring on. “I love you, Evan.”

They pulled each other close again, sitting up on their knees as they wrapped their arms around one another and kissed. It went from sweet to hot pretty quickly, both of them moaning into it until Tommy was pulling back with his hands gripped on Evan's waist. “I love you so much, Evan, but I gotta be honest,” a flash of worry came over Buck until Tommy continued, “I cannot kneel like this anymore. My knees are killing me.”

Buck laughed loudly, his head tossing back and face scrunching up. “Let's go to the bedroom,” he suggested, his own knees popping as he stood.

Tommy nodded, letting Buck help to pull him up. “To the bedroom.”

[blondiebabes]

My Dear Nephew

*Requested* sub!Jaecerys x Dom!Reader. reader is older than Jaecerys. repeated as with Deamon and Rhaenyra. jaces aunt takes him to the silk streets and takes away his virginity in a brothel. this was originally gonna be longer but i lost motivation. lmk if you guys want a pt 2

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You sipped your wine reveling at the effect you had on your dear nephew. He was stuttering while trying to talk to his cousin, Baela, your hand running up and down his thigh becoming increasing brave.

You had clocked his infatuation with you as soon as you reunited after his time on Dragon Stone. The first you saw of him after his arrival entailed you approaching him and him unable to meet your eyes settling for glancing between his hands and your bosom. Then you decided you would do whatever it took to make him yours. He was too sweet and innocent for you to allow him to roam free. You're his aunt it's your job to keep him safe, and you intend to keep your title as a loving aunt.

Your hand had just reached to skim over the top of his bulge when your brother, Aegon, had pushed Jacaerys too far. Jace shot up, your hand falling down, pushed back his chair and started to charge his uncle. You rolled your eyes and finished your goblet of wine slammed it back on the table, stood and walk out. You walked until you met the door of you chambers.

As you stepped in you headed straight to the bath for a much needed soak. As you lay in the bath, the water near scalding, you thought more about your nephew, and his relationship with his cousin Baela. You felt the curl of jealousy deep in your body at the memory of Jace desiring her company instead of yours.

Stepping up and out of bath you decided to do something about it before you lost him to her. You dismissed your maids and guards, donning peaseant clothes you went throught the hall until you found the painting of Aegon the Conqueror. You grasped the right side of the frame pulles and it swung open like a door.

You quickly stepped through the hole, closed the painting, and made your way through the tunnels. You had memorized the tunnels long ago because you and your brother Aegon loved to explore them as children. After seven turns you reached the painting you were searching for. Steading your beating heart you took a breath and slowly cracked the painting. You saw Jace sitting in his bead looking at the ceiling, he was alone in his room.

Smiling you fully pushed open the secret door and stepped inside.

"Aunt what are you doing here? Jace asked sitting up and looking around the room alarmed by you rentrence.

"Do I need a reason to spend time with my precious nephew?" You asked stalking closer to him like a wolf on the prowl.

Sensing his lack of words you spoke. "Well I have a reason anyway, we need to talk about your crush on me." You closed the space between you two and took a seat next to him. Jace began to deny your words so you placed a hand over his mouth and continued. "Theres no use in denying it, it is plain to see. I came here to say I feel the same. And I intend to do something out our feelings." You removed your hand from his face.

"Do what?" Jace asked looking suprised and embaressed at once. "Do you trust me?" You ask putting your hand on his upper thigh, just as it had been during dinner. "Um, yes." Jace mumbled looking at your hand.

"Perfect." You said jumping up. you handed him a set of peaseant clothes and instructed him to put them on. He started to question you but stopped after you sent him a look. He emerged from behind his closet no longer looking the the Prince, but a common person.

You dragged him through the secret tunnels and the two of you emerged outside the castle. You guided him throyugh flea bottom to the brothel your brother Aegon spoke fondly of. While walking Jace seemed to try and look everywhere at once. it was obvious he had never been on the streets of kings landing before.

"So Jace. have you ever fucked a girl before?" You question trying to sound calm as to not startle him.

He stopped walking immediately. "What no. Of course not, it is unbecoming of a prince." He replied turning to look at you. "Have you?" He asked suprised and possibly scared of the answer. "No I have not fucked a girl." You reply with a teasing smile. You grab him hand and continue to drag him through the crowded dirty streets. When you reached your destination you took a moment to ensure that your telltale hair was hidden beneath your hood.

You opened the door to the brothel and pulled Jace in. Immediately you two were both hit with a wave of the scent of perfume and the sound of moans. A quick look at Jace told you he had never witnessed anything like this before. You allowed him a moment to collect himself before guiding him to a somewhat secluded corner in the communal area. You placed him with his back aginst the wall and you infront somewhat hiding him from view.

"Well, what do you think of my surprise." You ask putting your mouth to his ear and nibbling on it. Jace jerks and it causes his bulge to press into your stomach. You cup his dick with you hands accepting his low moan as an answer. You place his hands on your body, one on you waist, the other you guide under your shirt up to you breast. Jace looks at you in wonder while rolling your nipple inbetween his fingers. You slide your hand in his pants while he's distraced and pull his cock up so it tucks inbetween his waistband and stomach. Jace lets his head fall back aginst the wall as you take his weeping tip into your fingers. You rub his slit with your thumb, while getting on your knees infront of him. He looks at you with wide eyes after realizing what your about to do. You look up at him throught you eye lashes and pull his pants down to his ankles.

His dick slaps you in the cheek and you grab it with a smile keeping eye contact. You put you lips on it and swirl your tongue around the tip. You watch his eyes roll back in his head and the two of you are in you rown world until you hear a whistle directed at you and Jace. Jace seemingly remembering where the two fo you are goes ridgid and pulls your mouth off his dick. You stand up while jace is hurridly fixing his pants.

"Ignore them Jace, they are just here for a show." You whisper in his ear positioning yourself so Jace cant see the man who was making noises at the two of you.

"Well I dont want to be a show for them." Jace replies angrly. An idea hits you and you pull a hesitant jace back to the entrance of the brothel. You approach a working girl and toss her a couple gold coins in exchange for her best private room. She leads you and Jace there, and leaves without a word.

You let jace confirm that the room is empty and away from prying ears and eyes.

You walk to the bed in the center of the room and begin to take your boots and hood off. Jace stands there watching you, he moves towards you after you beckon him.

@antohfbjuh

[sugarushwriting]

fratboy heeseung part 3 and he redeemed himself with you…a little too well

nsfw

not proof read

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do not repost or translate please

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heeseung couldn’t help but watch you as you slept. in his bed.

it was a first, but the smile never faded.

it was currently 3 in the afternoon and you were still sleeping, being worn out from…earlier activities with him.

after he helped you to the bathroom, he brought you back to bed giving you 3 more orgasms. 2 by his tongue and fingers, 1 by his dick.

you literally tapped out telling him he’s redeemed himself. rightfully so.

his response? “i haven’t even had you against the kitchen counter yet. or in the shower. or in my car. or—,” he listed on and you legit groaned in anticipation at having him in so many positions.

“i thought you didn’t do seconds? let alone, thirds, fourths,”

“it’s different with you.” he stated with a shrug but didn’t offer a why or how.

a little after the third (technically 6th) orgasm, and you falling right to sleep, heeseung called jay.

jay, sunghoon, sunoo and jungwon all were out eating.

“what should i do to help a girl after i made her not able to walk?”

jay started choking on his wine, sunoo patting his back. heeseung chuckled. the phone was passed to sunghoon as sunoo tried to help jay.

“where is she?” sunghoon asked

“asleep on my bed.” heeseung replied, and sunghoon was shocked but didn’t answer to it.

“warm bath, with epson salt. pain reliever. heating pad maybe.” sunghoon listed helpfully.

“where would i get epson salt and a heating pad?”

“jay uses epson salt his knee pain sometimes. i have a heating pad i use for my shoulder sometimes.”

after the call, heeseung did promise the guys it was safe to come home. before he went back to staring at you, your phone rang and he saw it was your roommate and answered.

“jinnie! i thought you were meeting me and soph for lunch?”

“hey lara, this is heeseung. um, eunjin is kind of sleeping right now,” his neck started to redden, “i, we, um,”

“i don’t need the details.” lara stopped him mid sentence. “do i need to come get her?”

“no she’s okay. i will make sure she calls or texts you when she wakes up.”

“thanks! take care of my girl.”

after that, heeseung went on a hunt in his roommates belongings to find the heating pad and epson salt. since he had the master suite, he had a separate shower and bath that would be perfect.

just as he was in the kitchen preparing some water for you, the door opened and jake and ni-ki walked in all sweaty.

“i’m sorry.” was the first thing heeseung said. “i apologized to eunjin, and we made up. she’s no longer mad at me. i will never talk to her or any other girl that way like that ever.”

ni-ki nodded with a smile.

jake pointed, “what’s with the ibuprofen, heating pad, and epson salt?”

heeseung’s neck started to redden with embarrassment again. jake noticed and his eyes went wide.

“you—eunjin,” jake chuckled, “so that’s how you both made up.”

ni-ki was lost. “huh?”

jake patted the youngest back. “why don’t we go back to your dorm and play some games with kai.”

jake led ni-ki out of the house, and heeseung took the stuff up to his room. you were still laid out on your back, and he smiled at how you were positioned like you were the outline of tape of a dead body. you were draped in just his shirt.

while you slept, he ran a hot bath, prepared the ibuprofen by the bed and laid out the heating pad.

he didn’t want to wake you, but he did need to make sure you were okay. just as he did that, the door to the house opened and closed and he heard the voices of sunghoon and jay.

“pretty, wake up.” heeseung shook you, and you slapped him away with a frown.

“give me a few hours before next round.” you mumbled.

heeseung laughed. “pretty, no worries, i prepared something else good for you.”

your eyes fluttered opened and met heeseung’s with a smile, then you frowned and sat up quickly.

“shit! what time is it?” you panicked looking at your phone. running a hand through your hair, you looked stressed, “dammit, i told lara i would meet her for lunch around 2!”

heeseung smiled at your panicked face at how cute you looked, “no worries pretty, i let lara know you were just a bit tired and would call her back.”

you smiled shyly. “thank you.” but then you got worried. you slept. you slept in lee heeseung’s bed. how was he not mad at you right now? or maybe he’s just being nice until he kicks you out?

“pretty,” he captured your attention, “i ran you a hot bath. sunghoon said it should help with your soreness.”

oh now you were embarrassed and your face went red as you put your face in your hands. great now sunghoon, and probably the rest of his friends know how much he wrecked you.

but then your heart fluttered hearing he ran you a bath. “i also got some pain meds and water for you.” he held two pain meds in one hand with a cup of water in the other and handed them to you. “i need to check on the water, i will be back.”

so you took the meds while he went to his en-suite and quickly sent a text to lara

you: i will tell u dets later!

lara: at least u r alive! if u need me to i will come get u <3

you were so thankful for lara. you peeped the heating pad that sat on heeseung’s desk. heeseung came out from the bathroom and helped you get out of bed.

“how’re you doing?”

“still barely able to walk.” you said. you literally felt like ariana grande’s song side to side except you couldn’t even walk side to side! how in the heck were you going to walk to classes next week?

heeseung pick you up with ease walking you to the bathroom. “mind if i help?”

“i don’t think i’ll be able to get in if you don’t.”

heeseung helped you with the shirt you had on, and then lifted you into the awaiting hot water, which felt so good on your body.

“fuck that feels good.” you moaned, unaware of how it affected heeseung as his dick twitched in his pants.

not now, he scolded himself. he had you wrapped around his finger, he has time with you.

“i’ll let you soak. call out if you need anything. i’ll leave the bathroom door cracked, but my bedroom door open.”

“i won’t drown.” you teased. heeseung dropped a kiss on the top of your head, and then headed downstairs to see his friends.

jay was putting away food he and sunghoon brought back from lunch. jake had joined them.

“when did you get back?” heeseung asked jake.

“while ni-ki and i were on his way to his dorm, we ran into the guys, so ni-ki just went on with sunoo and jungwon.”

“i brought back some food for you and eunjin.” jay said holding up some sandwiches and chips.

“she must be starving.” jake said with a smirk. “you know, from the intense workout you two had.”

heeseung smirked back. “and she agreed that i’m the only one she can have that intense workout with.” heeseung was proud how he got you to agree he was the only one allowed to make you feel that way.

he was the only one allowed to make you come. not jake, not jay, not sunghoon, but him.

jake pouted, “aww man!” he complained, his thick accent shining through. heeseung knew jake was joking, but also knew there was a slight chance jake was actually upset.

jay laughed, “how are you going to steal my wife? i thought she and i were ni-ki’s parents!”

as the boys talked on, you made your way quietly and slowly down the steps. the bath helped, but just a bit. you could walk, but not with big strides.

when you reached the living room, the floor creaked and all four boys turned to you. all with knowing smiles.

your body heated up with embarrassment. how much did they know?

heeseung smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown, going unnoticed to you. you had on your jeans and shirt that you came in with. why were you dressed?

“pretty, why are you dressed?” heeseung asked.

“well, i didn’t want to come down naked.” you replied.

“i wouldn’t have minded.” jake smiled and jay smacked the back of his head.

you blushed at jake’s comment. “jake don’t say things like that!”

“you could’ve put on a shirt and boxers of mine.” heeseung replied. “actually no, go put on some clothes of mine.”

“oh.” you twirled your fingers. “i also thought maybe, um, you wanted me to leave, soon?” you pointed to the door. “i can call a cab, or have lara come get me.”

“no.” heeseung said.

“no?” you questioned back.

“i can still see you’re limping and sore. you need more rest.” he said. he was not just going to kick you out.

typically he would with other girls. but that’s because he didn’t care for the other girls like that. he’s never wrecked them so bad that they couldn’t walk straight immediately after.

“oh, ok,” you said and added, “i can sleep—,”

“in my bed. with me.” heeseung finished. “now go change into some clothes of mine.”

you and heeseung stared eye to eye.

“eunjin, are you hungry? we brought back food for you and heeseung.” jay brought up breaking the tension. “go change and then come down and eat!”

you did just so. heeseung turned to glare at jake. “paws off pretty boy.”

jake laughed. “i think that’s up to eunjin herself, don’t you think?” he asked with a smirk.

“like i said, eunjin and i are already in agreement on that” heeseung said back.

jay and sunghoon did not want to be in the middle of this interaction. luckily you came back down sooner than expected in black boxers and a black oversized shirt of heeseung’s.

“perfect.” heeseung smiled and patted his leg. “come sit and eat.”

you winced. “heeseung,”

“i’ll be gentle.” he laughed and you sat carefully down on his lap.

“again, what the fuck did you do to her?” jake asked noticing the slight discomfort on your face.

“just embedded my teeth marks in her ass.”

again, jay choked on a bottle of beer he was drinking. “man i gotta stop drinking something around you when you talk!” he complained wiping his chin.

you were extremely embarrassed but had no energy to turn around and slap heeseung.

jay put some food in front of you and heeseung.

“pretty, remember how i cornered you in the bathroom at the party? and regretfully said that you just hooked up with me to get to the other 3 guys in front of us right now?”

this time it was your turn to choke on the sandwich. “how do you remember that? i thought you were too plastered!”

heeseung had all the boys attention now, “remember how you said if you wanted an in with my brothers that you wouldn’t have fucked me first?”

oh shit. you knew where this was going. “heeseung—,”

“who eunjin?”

“what?”

“which one of the guys here would you have fucked since i wasn’t your first pick?”

you shook your head, you didn’t want to answer but heeseung placed a hand on your thigh giving a squeeze.

“answer please.” heeseung demanded. he leaned into your ear, “or else.”

you wanted to bury yourself in a cave. “uh,”

“which one? it seems you thought of it before.” heeseung was becoming impatient.

“you won’t hurt any of our feelings sweets.” jake said from across from you.

“my feelings are already hurt.” heeseung pouted and turned your head so you looked him in the eye.

you sighed. “jay.”

all boys eyes went wide.

“jay?” heeseung asked quietly.

“boring jay?” sunghoon added.

“why him?” jake also added, basically all boys speaking over one another except jay himself. he was smiling and celebrating.

“finally, a woman chose me first!” jay hand pumped the air.

“calm down lover boy,” heeseung said and turned your chin once more to him, “now pretty, what did you promise me today?” he asked.

oh he had the biggest smirk on his face. “i—i,”

“i’m pretty sure you promised if you wanted—,”

“i promised that you were the only one to fuck me!” you quickly replied, your words jamming together.

you knew you had to say that because heeseung sure enough was going to repeat, every single word said in his bed.

“exactly. now boys, fuck off.”

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after eating with the boys, you all gathered to watch a movie in the living room. you made sure to let lara know you more than likely wouldn’t be coming back to the dorms.

jay sat in one of the individual chairs, jake in the other. you actually witnessed jay telling jake to sit in the other chair so he would ‘behave.’

you sat near the end of one side, so you could lay your head comfortably on the arm of the couch. heeseung sat beside you, moving your legs so they were draped over his, and sunghoon sat at the other end of the couch.

everyone had separate blankets except you and heeseung shared one giant one.

sometime during the beginning of the movie, your eyelids felt heavy and you dozed off. heeseung’s fingertips ghosted against the skin of your thighs and legs.

“you sure did suck every bit of energy from her, huh?” jake laughed.

sunghoon and jay turned their heads to look at your sleeping figure, then looked at heeseung with a chuckled each.

“just made sure that my tongue and dick was the only one she ever thought of.” heeseung smiled.

“ok, so you ruined other guys for her, now what? did she ruin other girls for you?” jake stated. “heeseung, you don’t do seconds, so of course all of us are shocked. not only that, you let her stay over, in your bed, and letting her stay longer. i mean not that we don’t mind.”

“we just don’t want her to get hurt. she’s really important to ni-ki and became important to us so quickly.” jay added.

“you don’t do relationships, you’ve said it plenty of times. and eunjin isn’t someone to casually do anything.” sunghoon ended.

heeseung sighed as the guys were right. he did want to ruin other guys for you. mainly ruin any chance of his frat brothers getting their hands on you. he wanted to prove himself to you and himself in bed.

and he did.

so now what?

was he supposed to stop sleeping with other girls just because? he—he didn’t think he wanted that. could he be with you and you only? maybe. but he’s always said he didn’t want to be tied down to one girl in college.

“why did she even have a crush on me?” heeseung asked no one in particular. but he looked at jay, thinking maybe sunoo told him.

heeseung thought correctly as jay sighed.

“from what i was told by sunoo who was told by eunjin herself, it was freshman year.”

“huh? that long?” jake said in shock. heeseung and sunghoon were shocked themselves.

“probably saw how handsome i was and fell in love at first sight.” heeseung laughed but jay shook his head.

“actually no, she told sunoo when she first met you, she thought you reminded her of a hamster, or maybe it was a deer?”

jake and sunghoon started laughing.

“her crush didn’t evolve from your looks, it was how you treated people when no one else was looking. it started with her, she had dropped her books while walking in the rain because her bag had broke. she was having the worst day, you had saw her as she kneeled to the ground and yelled profanities to the sky. you gave her your back pack with no word at all and walked off.” jay spoke.

heeseung could barely remember that interaction. it was like, 2 years ago?

jay continued, “she saw you a week later at the library, and she wanted to approach you to thank you as she recognized you. but she didn’t because some girl had pulled you behind some books for a make out session.”

jay rolled his eyes. “she then learned about your reputation from some friends of hers. she said she started to observe you more often, becoming hyper aware of your presence on campus. she wasn’t noticing your frat boy and fuck boy behavior. it was the little nice things. like smiling at birds, complimenting a girl who had just been told by a group of guys she was unlikable, things like that.”

heeseung took in jay’s words. “apparently she has an old journal of observations she made about different people.”

“she did say she was good at observing people and had her own perceptions of us.” sunghoon said.

“well damn, what did she observe about me?” jake wondered.

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the next time you awoke was back in heeseung’s bed with his arm draped across your stomach. you saw a clock on his nightstand. 3:43 am.

you’ve slept saturday away. could one man really take that much energy from you.

you stretched your limbs and realized the soreness has went away. now do you leave? pretend to stay sore? sneak out?

you turned to look at heeseung’s sleeping figure. you didn’t want to hurt him, but you also wanted to protect yourself from heartbreak.

you knew his reputation, you got yourself into this knowing the crush would always be one sided. the feelings would be one sided.

you leaned in and kissed his lips, letting it linger. when you pulled away, you found him staring at you with a smile.

“well hello.” he stated and whew his morning voice literally had you wet….already.

“didn’t mean to wake you.” you giggled.

heeseung pulled you closer to his body. “it’s fine if you always wake me up like that.”

your heart fluttered. he cannot say things like that. he just can’t.

“let’s go back to sleep.” he sighed and kissed your forehead.

the next time heeseung awoke 3 hours later, you weren’t beside him. he sat up quickly looking around his room.

the bathroom was empty. maybe you went downstairs?

he rolled over to check the time on his phone when he saw a text message from you.

eunjin: this isn’t goodbye, but see you later. i need to think, heeseung. but thank you.

here you go again with the damn thank you.

you were literally driving this man insane.

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picture your face - L4B (1.1)

first real tumblr post um hi?? anyways i posted this fic on ao3 last month and it did pretty well so i decided to post it on here as well! so hi if you know me from there or from twt :)

part 2

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wc: 2.4k

tags: 18+ MDNI!! liv4brutality, masturbation, hatred, conflicted feelings, liv lowkey hates dominik (yay), callbacks to l4b (2022), liv is still hopelessly in love with rhea but we knew this, light heterosexual couple jumpscares sorry....

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I had to go into the other room, she sent me something and I can’t think about anything else…

Liv walked confidently to the back after successfully winning a dark match on tonight’s SmackDown, a match she had won with ease. Ease, which really meant continuous interference from her boyfriend, Dominik Mysterio. She cradled her precious championship in her arms as she pointed and laughed in the faces of the fans booing her on her way out. She was on top of the world and there was no woman on the entire roster, on the entire planet for that matter, who could knock her off of her pedestal.

Each victory was sweeter than the last, further cementing her as the greatest women’s world champion of all time, as she so eloquently called herself. She and Dominik were all smiles as they walked through the curtain arm in arm celebrating the champion’s win. However Liv’s smile faded quickly the second they made it back to gorilla, dropping her hand from his.

“You okay, mi güerita?” Dominik asks, immediately noticing her instant lack of affection which had caught him off guard.

“Fine, just a little tired.” Liv replies with a strained smile, attempting to save face. Dominik returned her smile with a bright one of his own, oblivious to her strange behavior.

The truth was, dating Dominik wasn’t all she had imagined it would be. Sure, in the beginning it was sort of fun. But that was due to the fact that Liv had finally gotten the ultimate revenge on the woman who had ruined her life while the whole world watched. She did exactly what she vowed she would do: take everything from Rhea Ripley until she was left with nothing but her shitty shoulder and her own misery.

Unfortunately for Liv, it was obvious that Dominik liked her far more than she liked him; which she took full responsibility for. Her conversations with Finn always seemed to be over the same matter: her true intentions with Dominik. She was not at all prepared for how needy and affectionate Dom would be, both in private and in public. He constantly needed her attention for even the littlest things.

“Hey Liv, should I wear my white or purple boots for my match later?”

“Liv, do you think I look jacked in this picture?”

His constant neediness was enough to drive any woman insane, Liv was amazed that Rhea was able to stay with him for so long. She couldn’t help but discreetly roll her eyes whenever he called her name before putting on a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a skip in her step as she made her way to him. Why did she feel this way?

She and Dominik are back in their shared hotel room after the show. She finds herself trapped in his arms yet again in bed as he mindlessly scrolls through the TV channels. Liv gets up from the bed, tossing Dominik’s tattooed arm off of her and ignoring his audible confusion, mumbling something along the lines of, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Picture your face, I wanna touch you but you’re too far away…

Liv locks herself in the bathroom and surveys her surroundings, mind still racing. Her eyes land on the large bathtub and decides a bath would help clear her head. She empties the pockets of her shorts and runs the bath water to her desired temperature while she pours soap into the tub, allowing it to form bubbles as she undresses. She tosses her clothes into a pile in the corner of the bathroom and ties her blonde hair up into a lazy bun at the top of her head, then climbing into the warm and welcoming water as bubbles swirled around her. Liv allows herself to sink down, down, down into the tub until only her head breaks the surface of the foamy water.

She tries to dilute her stress but Rhea continues to ravage her thoughts relentlessly, refusing to provide her with even a second of relief. Liv finds her mind drifting back to 2022, when she and Rhea were tag team partners and the best of friends. How Rhea treated her like the only girl in the world, how she picked her up with ease in ways that Dominik could only dream of. Liv feels a pang in her heart as she relives each sweet memory she and Rhea shared together on their quest for tag team gold. Her wet fingers rise and ghost over her lips where she swears she can still taste the sweetness of Rhea’s cheek that she would kiss after every win or loss. No matter what, they had each other. Until they didn’t.

And maybe Liv was naive for thinking that they would last forever, but how could she not when Rhea treated her like the only girl she would ever have eyes for for as long as she lived? Sometimes she thinks about what their lives would be like if Rhea had never turned her back on her. Would they still be tag team partners or would they have split on good terms? Would they be champions together like they once dreamed? The constant state of wonder she repeatedly finds herself in leaves her head pounding. They once looked at each other with such tenderness but now every glance is filled with pure malice.

Know I shouldn't need it but I want affection, know I shouldn't want it but I need attention

She hears a familiar snore come from the other room and immediately recognizes it as Dominik, which only seems to piss her off even more. Liv’s mind shifts once again, thinking about how her stomach would jolt whenever her eyes met Rhea’s as she stared her down, blue eyes morphing into angry slits every time Rhea saw her. Liv would try and put on a hardened expression of her own but to no avail. She just couldn’t ignore the heat that pooled in the pit of her stomach every time Rhea was near. Her breath on the back of Liv’s neck every time she pinned her down to the mat, seething over how much she fucking hated her. And by god did it turn her on.

Her nimble fingers begin to trail down her still-immersed body, fantasizing about how roughly Rhea would grab her, practically throwing her around like a rag doll if she really wanted to. How her sharp canines would flash through her snarl every time she had Liv backed into a corner. She found herself dismissing the wet spots in her underwear after every interaction with her or even after just stumbling across a post of hers on social media.

Liv grabs her phone from the side of the tub and opens Instagram, switching between accounts. Her wet fingers slowly find the search bar and tap on the last and only searched profile: Rhea’s. Liv couldn’t risk making a wrong move and tapping something she wasn’t meant to on accident, which would end up being the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to her. She looks through Rhea’s profile for a couple seconds, nearly missing her latest post.

It was a mirror picture taken at the gym, nothing Rhea hasn’t posted about a million times before. But this one nearly had Liv’s world crumbling around her. It wasn’t the photo that mattered, despite how good she looked in it. Muscles bulging and glistening with a light sheen of sweat after what Liv assumed to be an intense arm-day workout. Black tattoo ink decorated her skin, wrapping themselves around her arms and fingers as she held her phone in one hand and flexed the other. But it was the caption that truly caught Liv’s attention.

“rhearipley_wwe watch me 👁️‍🗨️”

Liv sat up straight in the bathtub, nearly spilling water onto the bathroom floor with the speed she moved at. She waits for the anger to hit her but it never does. Instead it’s that same familiar throb in her core which she’s sure is coated in slick and not because of the water she’s sitting in. She stops for a moment to listen to her surroundings, relieved when she still hears Dom’s obnoxious snores through the locked door. She sinks back down into the tub, still staring at the photo, eyes drooping slightly with lust. Her fingers trace incoherent shapes onto the soft skin of her thighs as she separates them, exposing her cunt to her digits. She glides her index finger over her opening, almost slipping it inside due to how wet she is. Rhea may be obsessed but Liv was nothing short of infatuated by her.

Now I'm picturing you and you're touching yourself…

Her fingers slowly begin to circle her clit, spreading her slick over the puffy pearl. Liv sighs softly to herself, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before opening again to marvel at the photo. The caption itself almost seems like a teasing invitation in its own right, enticing Liv to slip a finger inside of herself, quickly replacing one with two and imagining it was Rhea’s inked ones instead. Water sloshed around due to her movements as her back arched slightly off the back of the tub she leaned on. “Shit… Rhea…” she whispers to herself through parted lips, Rhea’s name slipping past them like a prayer. Like she’s repenting, begging some sort of divine power for forgiveness for what she’s done as she does it.

Liv never slows the relentless piston of her fingers, going in and out of her weeping hole. The heel of her palm hits her clit with every thrust at the perfect angle, making her brain short circuit with every motion.

A memory from years ago plays in her mind like a technicolor movie. Liv had made her way to the locker room, calling out Rhea’s name as she glanced left and right for her then partner until she saw her standing at the end of the locker room, back facing her.

“Hey Rhea, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some food before we head back to the hotel or something.” Liv chirped as she walked up to her partner, blissfully unaware that she was stripping herself of her ring gear. Rhea turns around to face Liv, her hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her bralette that made up the top half of her gear.

“Sounds good to me, love. What are you in the mood for?” Rhea asks with a toothy smile, thick accent slicing through the air.

She turns around once again and lets out a relieved sigh when she finally unfastens her top, allowing it to fall off of her and completely expose the top half of her body. Liv’s mouth drops open before she quickly regains her composure, trying her hardest not to gawk at her tag partner’s physique, now having half of it fully exposed to her.

Rhea had less tattoos back then, her body a little leaner as she's put on more muscle since. But regardless of how she looked, Liv always found herself pressing her thighs together whenever she saw her, searching desperately for even the smallest bit of friction to provide herself with some semblance of relief before she could tend to it herself. Rhea turns to the side as she throws on a t-shirt, allowing Liv to catch a glimpse of her plush tits and the piercings that adorned them; along with the massive gargoyle tattoo that sat right underneath. She didn’t feel worthy of seeing her like this, all exposed and vulnerable. She didn’t feel worthy of seeing her at all.

The fingers wrapped around her phone still displaying Rhea’s photo had begun to tremble due to the sensation, liking the photo accidentally in the process. Liv however paid no mind, how could she with how her heart hammered in her chest, blood pounding in her ears, drowning out the sounds of her breathy moans and pathetic whimpers as she imagined Rhea’s expression seeing her like this behind her rolled back eyes. Liv eventually drops her phone back down and paws at her breasts, rolling her nipples between her index finger and thumb as she continues the assault on her pussy with her other hand.

She feels pressure increase just below her pelvis, making the entire lower half of her body feel like it’s about to implode. She slows the speed of her fingers ever so slightly to be able to grind her hips down onto them, allowing them to hit even deeper inside of her which makes her head spin. She feels the pressure increase more and more until she pinches at her nipple right as her fingers curl up slightly inside her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars every time. Liv throws her head back and detonates like a bomb around her digits, Rhea’s face the only thing she could see behind her tightly closed eyelids.

“Rhea… oh my sweet girl, oh my god…” she wept to herself, only then realizing that a few tears had rolled down her face. She slowly pulls her fingers out of her cunt, whining at the sensitivity and emptiness she felt. Liv laps her fingers clean, moaning around them as she envisions they’re Rhea’s she’s sucking off rather than her own.

She lays back and takes some much needed deep breaths with her eyes closed, feeling her heart rate return to a normal speed. She opens her eyes to the sound of her phone going off, notifying her that she’s received a text message. Liv picks her phone up to check who it is only to almost drop it into the water when she does.

It’s an unsaved number she hasn’t texted in years, but the lack of caller ID doesn’t serve any purpose considering it’s the only phone number besides hers that she knows by heart. With shaking fingers, she taps on the notification, opening the messages app. The text contains a single screenshot of someone’s instagram notifications. She taps on it and reads “yaonlylivvonce and 82,385 others liked your photo”.

You’re fucking kidding.

The photo in question is the post of Rhea that Liv had just spent the last half hour jerking it to. She’s stuck, frozen in shock as the now lukewarm water stills around her. She’s snapped out of her trance with another text notification, this time it’s a short sentence.

“I guess you really were watching me”

Shit.