#| event ab halloween. |

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Oh to live in a country where Halloween is a big event

[borawinters]

closed for: @cvrdelia

where: sharky’s halloween party

"Is there a reason this witch is in high demand this year?" Bo asks as he holds out the drink he had gotten for Cordelia, careful not to lose grip on the prop axe that was tucked under his arm in the process, "I've seen at least two of them roaming around."

[cartwrightxnathan]

NATHAN CARTWRIGHT | DOCTOR STRANGE | HALLOWEEN 2024.

@aurorabayaesthetic

[seneon]

wdym i already have a halloween event in my drafts and it's not even fall yet??

[babybluebex]

.

[diodellet]

traipsing over toda twst tag to see the fandom in flames, right on sched if i do say so mself

also that fox dude kinda piquin my interest there hm smth abt him seems not honest at all

[the-abe]

“I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.”

(TW: Guns, mention of death, blood)

Ibrahim had been listening and observing while chaos seemed to be ensuing. He had no energy to get up and go help when shouts erupted from two different places despite his desire to do so and he was there, kneeling on the ground, his head ringing, his heart thumping and his body sticky with the terror surrounding him, seeping into the skin as if poison.

But that didn't seem to be enough, as there was a boom as a rock fell, and then light shone around them and then… and then… and then it was black. For a second. Until he opened his eyes and he was kneeling once again, but he wasn't on the rough ground, surrounded by faces he had gotten used to, mostly, for the past year, despite not knowing many of them. He was on the floor and he could feel something at the back of his head. "Sonsuza kadar saklanabileceğini mi sandın?" a voice spoke in that familiar but faraway mother tongue that he so rarely heard or used now. "Bu Tanrısız yere geliyorsun… tıpkı senin gibi. Allah sana lanet etsin."

He knew that voice, somewhere deep down he knew that voice. A face he had seen too often in his youth while being given jobs, be it to escort someone or to help dispose of another, hiding drugs in a shipyard's container or holding a gun to someone's head until they coughed money. That's what was on his head, he knew. And the carpet he was kneeling on he knew too, its maroon red and all the golden and blue patterns on it. The barrel hit him until he bled, but they didn't do it too hard, keeping him conscious.

"Kızımı mahvettin," the voice screamed and he could feel the gun pressing harder into him, could hear the tiniest movement of the trigger. But another voice joined, like a chirping bird - "Baba!", and the man behind him stepped away and İbrahim's eyes couldn't focus from the pain, but the clack of the heels was coming closer. Red shoes stood in front of his eyesight, which kept to the floor, he could now feel his hands tied behind his back, could hear the breathing of multiple men all around him, feel the anger in all of them, but especially in… her.

Everyone was asked to leave and they were alone. İbrahim felt his body frozen with fear to look up and see. See what he had done. "Tsk, tsk, küçük kurt," Zeynep clicked her tongue and mocked him in a singsong voice, moving a heel to step onto his thigh. He could feel claws in his hair, digging into his skull until the pain was blinding and the blood was dripping at the sides of his head, down his chin, and onto the already red carpet. "I've dreamed so much of what I would do to you once I found you, Küçük İbo. And now that you're kneeling here, the options seem all so tempting..." She was silent, pressing her foot hard until the heel broke skin and then she moved away, her claws dragging down the side of his face and his shoulder, tearing cloth and skin, leaving wounds that would not heal in his state, whatever they had given him to drink weakening him. She shouted one word. "Aşağıda"! And the men were back, grabbing him by the armpits and dragging him along, his knees hit each step, and soon the soft light of electricity was gone and they were pushing him face down into stone. Her heels followed and a door slammed.

"Should I first cut you, slice up some pieces to keep later?", her voice was still as sweet as he remembered. "Break your bones one by one, like mine break every moon because of you? Just shooting you in your miserable ugly head does not seem like a good enough punishment." a cold laugh and then without warning he felt claws on his skin again, digging into his forearm, and then a pull, a pull, and blinding pain as the bone cracked. And then another followed. And more blood, and more pain, his skin torn when white poked out, her weight on him and her laugh over him. He had to have lost consciousness then because he couldn't bear it.

[cartwrightxnathan]

@roxdelrosario.

Enjoying a nice glass of whiskey, Nathan leaned against the bar and surveyed the large crowd before him. He enjoyed observing everyone's costume choices and was relieved he wasn't the only male dressed as a Marvel character. Soon, the young woman standing beside him caught his attention. "Thank you," Nathan smiled as he received the compliment. "I'm dressed up as Doctor Strange tonight, just for some context." He took a moment to examine the other's costume, trying to figure out what she was dressed as. Not wanting to embarrass himself, he decided to ask her. "Your costume is impressive, to say the least. What are you dressed up as exactly?"

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: sharky's monster mash

Roxy sat at the bar in her Mothman costume and thanked the bartender when he brought her a bendy straw as she requested. It made it easier for her to pull up some of the material of her costume and use the straw to take a sip of her drink.

"You know," she began, speaking to the person beside her, "I feel like maybe I should've worn this costume for a few hours before the party so I could've made adjustments because I really can't see in this thing. I would say your costume looks awesome but I can't really tell."

[cartwrightxnathan]

Interacting with: @mikeyxcallahan.

Location: downtown AB.

Aurora Bay's annual Halloween party was just an hour away, and Nathan was feeling nervous. He walked along the downtown streets, struggling to calm his nerves. The thought of his Doctor Strange costume sitting in his car made the upcoming event feel more real, causing the surgeon to shudder. Trying to shift his focus, he noticed Mikey ahead, and a familiar grin spread across his lips. "Mikey, hey," Nate greeted Mikey as they crossed paths. They both shared a deep appreciation for the military, and the older man was grateful for their friendship because of it. "It's been a while. How are you doing?"

[paperclip-skz]

Happy Halloween OT8

a/n: So this is my "apology" for not doing Kinktober. I think this is what I'll do (if it gets good feedback) for special holidays/events, that sort of thing... I don't know. This is the first time I've done this sort of thing, and I'll be honest—I'm very nervous. I hope you'll like it. and ....yea

p.s: this is gonna be my "sat" post as well.

fem reader x ot8

*WARNING*

CONTAINS Pnv, praising, teasing, kissing, oral (m and F receiving), make-out, mentions of insecurities, the reader is VERY insecure, be mentally healthy, fluff, riding, grinding, creampie (don't), spanking, voyeurism, rough, I'll be honest I didn't fully proof read this cause I kinda rushed; I'm sure I missed something...

WC: 7k

Synopsis: Your SKZ's manager finds out you're not so confident in yourself. Now, they are determined to show you how truly special you are.

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It's a normal Thursday afternoon. You're pulling a small trolley filled with small containers labeled with names. You push the trolley into the practice studio, where you see Minho leading the rest of the group. 

“Come and get it!” you shout, leading the trolley to the side. 

The boys sprint in your direction, saying their “thank yous” and each taking a container with their name on it until there are only two left—one labeled Chan and the other blank. Chan walks up to you with his warm smile and endearing eyes as he takes his labeled lunch, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, Chan, it's my job,” you smile. 

 You take yours and take your spot in the small circle the boys created in the middle of the studio. They all murmur amongst themselves as they eat their lunch until something Seungmin says that makes your ears perk. 

“All I’m saying is that it's easy to thirst over you, Felix Hyung, because you have abs. I don’t.” his voice is small, and it makes your heart shatter into tiny pieces at his words. 

"Minnie, you really shouldn't have to worry about any of that. In fact, none of you need to. Each and every one of you is not just attractive but truly stunning. You're all hot, and even then, people don’t love you just because you're beautiful but because you all love each other and your fans." Your words spill out in a rush, but you don't mind. It's important that they understand just how amazing they are.

Chan's smile is warm from your words but doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you Y/N. Sometimes it's just hard.” 

You understand him, but they can’t possibly believe they are any less extraordinary than they already are. You can’t explain why you say your next words or why they make your blood turn, but….you can’t help it. “Than who would you rather look like? Me?” you scoff. 

Stuffing the last bit of lunch into your mouth. Everyone freezes. Minho and Seungmin stare dead at you, Binnie looks like he is about to cry, and Jisung and Hyunjin freeze, holding a fork mid-bite.

Chan also freezes. Staring at you with hurt in his eyes, his look almost makes you think you directed your comment at him if it wasn't for his following words. “What do you mean by that Y/N?”

Panic surges within you. Well, now what? You weren’t one to share your insecurities out loud, and you definitely weren’t one to challenge them either. You were somewhat confident with how you looked and how people saw you, but that didn’t mean you wished you could change things. “I just mean….” there's no getting out of this now. “I’m not like any of you guys,” you laugh awkwardly. “I don’t have strong arms, toned abs, or even the equivalent…. I’m just… me.” You look down at your hands in your lap.

“I’m sorry, I’m still confused. Angel, are you saying you don’t like your body?” Hyunjin looks at you, dropping his fork into the remains of his lunch.

You look up at him. “I—well-...yea…yea I—” you say, but the sound of your phone ringing cuts you off. You quickly grab and answer your phone, apologizing for leaving the room and silently thanking whatever higher power got you out of that in your head. 

******

A few minutes later, you hang up the phone. Now, you're debating whether you want to return to the studio. You turn on your heel, deciding against walking into whatever awkward silence situation awaits you. But before you could even walk down the hallway, someone grabbed your wrist. As you turn your head, you lock eyes with a person whose gaze is tainted by the remnants of spilled coffee. Their eyes mirror what you can only describe as sorrow, causing a sharp pang in your chest. 

“Wait, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Chan whispers. 

“Yeah, what's up?” you perk, trying to smile your way out of awkwardness. 

“What you said back there? Were you serious?” 

You steer clear of making eye contact. “I mean, yeah,” you throw your arms up in defense, still unwilling to meet his defeated eyes. “I would pretty much give anything to look even remotely close to any of you guys. I’m not—" Your words fail when you do look up to see his face. 

He looks more than defeated; he looks hurt. “Chan… it's okay. It's not like I’m not confident with what I have; I make it work.” You laugh through your words, trying to lighten the mood. 

Your phone rings in your hand again, and you know you need to get back to work. "Hey, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," Chan smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes, and you know from seeing him genuinely smile that he has something on his mind. But you decide not to address it and leave to get back to the rest of the day. 

*****

‘Can I see you after work?’ Chan texts. 

‘Sure! Is everything okay?’ A hint of concern seeps into your head, and you bite your lip, hoping nothing has gone wrong.

 ‘Yeah, everything’s fine. I just want to talk a bit more, if that’s cool with you.’ he responds

‘Of course. I’ll be done in a bit,’ you reply, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. 

As the workday drags on, your mind frequently wanders back to Chan's request. The way he looked at you yesterday, the weight in his gaze—there was something urgent behind those soft brown eyes. The clock seems to mock you as each minute ticks by, and when it finally strikes the end of the day, you practically sprint to the exit.

Outside, the evening air is filled with a cool breeze, sending shivers down your spine. You spot Chan leaning casually against a wall, his trademark smile lighting up his features. There’s a warmth in how he stands, a confidence that makes you feel at ease despite the gravity of your earlier conversation.

“Hey!” he calls out as you approach, his smile widening, igniting a warmth in your chest. 

“Hey!” you reply, unable to suppress your grin, but the playful atmosphere doesn’t fully mask the anxious flutter of your heart.

“Let’s take a walk?” he suggests, and you nod, matching your pace with his as you stroll down the sidewalk. The fading sunlight paints the sky in hues of pink and gold, wrapping you both in a serene ambiance.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Chan turns to you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “About what you said yesterday… I really want you to know that I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

You stop walking, caught off guard by his words. “Chan, I—”

“No, let me finish.” He takes a deep breath, his brows furrowing slightly in concentration. “I get it. We all have insecurities, but you have this light that just… shines. The way you support us, how you care—it’s more than just looks. You’re a big part of our family.”

Your heart swells at his words, the sincerity in his voice washing over you like a warm wave. “I appreciate that, really. It’s just hard sometimes.”

“It is,” he agrees, stepping closer, his voice barely more than a whisper. “But I want you to be kinder to yourself. You deserve that.”

His gaze remains fixed on yours, and it feels like time has stopped. The world around you fades, leaving just the two of you in this moment, filled with unspoken understanding and connection.

“Thank you, Chan,” you finally say, feeling vulnerable yet cherished.

You smile, feeling the warmth spread through you.

“This actually reminds me. I needed to show you something, but it's back at the dorm,” Chan says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your smile widens. What in the world is going on? “Um, sure, but can I ask what it’s for?” 

“I wanted to discuss something about work with you, but it’s on my home computer, not my laptop,” Chan explains.

Your curiosity peaks. He never comes unprepared; nevertheless, it's Chan. You've always trusted his judgment, especially when it comes to work.

“Okay, I suppose,” you shrug, not thinking much of it.

That leaves you standing in front of 3 Racha's and Hyunjin’s apartment.

Chan opens the door and steps inside first, blocking your view. “So, what did you want to show me?” you ask, your smile bright.

“It’s right in here.” He steps aside, allowing you to walk into the apartment.

Your eyes widen when you see the rest of the guys crowded into the small living room. Okay, what is going on? “Chan?” you question, but he’s already closed and locked the door behind you.

“Sorry, doll. We knew this was the only way we could get you here,” Hyunjin says, dragging your attention back to the group of men in the room.

“So I’m assuming I’m not here for work reasons?”

Chan suddenly steps into your line of sight, his figure blocking out the chaos around you. You observe every detail: the way his shoulders are tense, the subtle clenching of his fists at his sides, and the tight lines of his mouth. He stands silently, an impenetrable wall of unexpressed emotions, deliberately avoiding your gaze as if the weight of his thoughts is too heavy to share. 

A churning confusion fills your mind; you can’t shake the questions racing through you. What is he thinking? Why are you here, caught in this surreal moment? The air feels thick and electric, amplifying your unease as you ponder the mystery of the situation. Will someone please just say something?

Chan joins the rest of the guys in the living room, still keeping his head down. Finally, Felix answers for the group: “No Angel, sorry. We just want to talk.” His voice is so soft, almost like he’s scared, you’ll run away. 

“About what?” You ask. 

“About what you said earlier.” This time, it's Binnie who speaks. 

You groan, “This again, seriously guys, it’s fine.” 

“No, it's not, doll,” Hyunjin says, stepping before everyone. We know what it's like—” words die in his throat. You can see the wheels of his mind turning, a visible storm brewing beneath the surface. His brow creases in concentration, and his lips curl into a grimace that speaks of inner turmoil. The flicker of pain in his eyes is almost palpable as if each thought pierces through him like a shard of glass. Watching him grapple with this internal conflict sends a slow, painful ache deep within you, evoking a powerful sense of need to hold him, to vanquish any negative thoughts he might have. 

Jisung comes up behind him, squeezing his shoulder. “We just want to remind you how beautiful you are,” Jisung smiles at you. 

“This is all sweet, guys, but I can't change my opinion of myself just because you say some nice things about me,” you say, feeling bashful and uneasy. Your emotions well up at the idea of your friends attempting to cheer you up, but you know it's not that simple.

“You're right,” Chan pipes, his sudden voice booming off the walls, “It won’t change your mind, but maybe showing you will.” he strides across the room and suddenly grasps your jaw, angling you forward into his embrace and sealing your lips with his. His kiss is demanding and hungry, begging for entrance into your mouth, and with a gasp, you let him in. It is a wave of emotions: shock, anger, embarrassment, and above all else, lust. 

Your hands, resting on Chan’s chest to push him away, steadily creep up into his hair, pulling at his roots, which release a low rumble from his chest. Your tongue dances with a secret rhythm, finding each other's warmth. You both pause, feeling the need to catch your breath after the intense moment, and you find yourselves gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Time seems to stand still as you're locked in this powerful and captivating gaze until the moment is interrupted by Minho's cough, demanding your attention.

Suddenly, that same steaming lust is replaced by heating embarrassment. Your cheeks radiate heat, and you can already tell your face is as red as a tomato. 

Oh. My. God

You take two steps backward, only to fall into Seungmin’s arm. “Hey pup,” he whispers, sending chills down your spine. “Can I show you as well?” 

He takes your shocked expression as hidden permission and tilts your head to meet his lips. His kiss is a beautiful contrast to Chan's - gentle and deliberate. He savors each movement of your lips, his touch sending tingles down to your core, and your longing for the kiss to deepen grows with each passing moment. The way his hand cradles your face, the warmth of his breath against your skin, and the soft brush of his lips against yours make your insides coil. 

It's not long before you're guided away from Seungmin's lips and directed to another pair. Jisung gently pulls you forward to connect his lips with your own. 

You're completely hypnotized by Jisung’s kiss and the way Seungmin presses the full weight of his body to your backside. Different pairs of hands skim your body, coating your skin with goosebumps. You feel multiple pairs of lips wet your exposed skin, what little there is, until you feel a pair of hands gripping the slim fabric and trying to pull it off your body. 

You pull away from Jisung to find Minho trying to pry off your clothes. “Can we, kitten? Can we show you just how beautiful you are?”

Your head nods faster than you can think about what's happening around you, but that's all Minho needs. He grabs your wrists, pulls you away from the rest of the group, and guides you to a nearby bedroom. 

Everyone follows behind, prowling like your their prey. Minho makes you stand in the center of the room, presenting you like a main course. He comes face to face with you, staring at you for one last sign of permission. You allowed your hand to guide you, resting it on his cheek. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and releasing a soft purr at the sensation.

Not a moment later, his hands find your waist, squeezing and tugging you closer to him. You let your body fall into his warmth and let your lips collide with his. He’s lost in the way you taste, the way your tongues demand dominance with one another. His hands travel to the band of your pants, unbuttoning them and dragging them down along with himself. He ends up on his knees, kissing your now exposed legs. His smirk is devilish, shining with a hidden mischief. 

He places a soft kiss on your clothed pussy, his eyes staring at the small wet patch you’ve stained. He smirks up at you, “Someone keep her occupied while I’m busy down here.” 

Minho hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down. You watch his head dip to your now-exposed sex. He darts his tongue out to place kitten licks across your folds, but soon, the taste of you takes over any sense of control he has left in him. He dives his head between your legs, struggling to get his tongue across your entire pussy; all the while, your shaking legs get weak, and you have no choice but to grab hold of his hair for balance. 

Whimpers fill the room, your eyes shut tight, and your insides begin to turn. Everyone in the room has held their breath to watch you shake under Minho’s influence. 

Finally, Jeongin emerges from the small group of guys in the room. He strides toward you with an effortless grace, each movement deliberate and fluid. His shoulders are back, exuding a calm, hidden confidence that draws your attention. There’s a glint in his eyes, and the subtle curve of his lips makes you buzz with excitement. As he closes the distance, the air around him almost crackles with unspoken energy. Your eyes are blown with lust, and your body trembles with how small you appear under his intense gaze. 

His hand cradles your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. His iron-like grip makes you fold under his touch, “you look so pretty like this,” he says softly. The sounds Minho is dragging out of your throbbing cunt echo throughout the room. You lean into Jeongins touch, and your eyes inevitably dart to where the rest of the guys are groping their hard-ons. Felix and Jisung already have their dicks out, their hand pumping slowly while they watch the scene unfold. Chan stands silently in the corner, his hands crossed as he studies your eyes. 

“Look at me, baby,” Jeongin demands, his grip on your jaw pulling you back. Minho begins to swirl his tongue along your sensitive nub, which makes you whimper. Jeongin’s gaze grows darker, and he sucks in a breath, “we need to quiet the pretty mouth of yours,” he says…” suck on my fingers.”

Your eyes are drawn to him, fixating on the way his face glimmers in the light, the sinister smile spreading across his lips like a shadow creeping over the sun, but before you can answer or protest, he’s shoving two fingers past your lips to suck on. 

You hum around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the digit, savoring the sweet-salty taste. You initially believed that you would despise the experience, yet surprisingly, you find yourself relishing the sensation. It envelops you like a warmth you didn’t anticipate, awakening feelings you didn't expect to enjoy. His other hand steadily sneaks to grab hold of your clothed breast, squeezing the soft flesh; it makes you buck under his touch, grinding on Minho’s face. 

Minho breaks away from your cunt, your arousal dripping down his chin. “Fuck, you taste so good” You gasp away from Jeongin’s fingers from the loss of Minho’s tongue and look down at his blown-out eyes. He looks high, high off the taste of you, and it's clear he isn’t done. 

“I want a taste dammit!” Jisung whines. 

“Well then, come get it, crybaby.” Minho stands and walks confidently over to Jisung. He stands tall, his chest rising slowly in front of him. He can see the temptation in his eyes, and you can sense Jisung’s mind turning with need, debating right from wrong. He stands tall, his chest rising and falling with each measured breath as if trying to steady himself amidst the swirling emotions. The temptation glimmers in his eyes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty. You can almost feel the weight of Jisung's internal struggle; his mind races with conflicting thoughts, torn between the allure of what he wants and the moral compass guiding him toward what is right. Each moment seems to stretch as he grapples with his impulses, caught in a delicate dance between longing and restraint.

Soon, Minho becomes impatient with Jisung’s uncertainty and takes matters into his own hands. He grasps the back of Jisung’s neck, pulling him flat against his own lips. You can see your own arousal mixed with how their lips dance, and it sends a newfound tingle straight to your core. 

“You like that babydoll?” Changbin speaks, coming forward next to Jeongin. You nod your head, slightly mesmerized by how Jisung and Minho have entwined themselves.

 “Then keep watching,” Changbin whispers in your ear as his hand slowly sneaks down to your core, toying with your folds. He rubs your clit for only a little while, swirling what’s left of your wetness around your entrance until, finally, he dips one of his fingers into you. He sinks deep inside you, almost making you fall backward onto the bed. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, and Changbin only smirks. Jeongin stares at your fucked out expression, mesmerized by how your body reacts to different touches. “We should lay her down so everyone can have a turn.” Felix’s voice makes you jump, which evidently makes you roll on Changbins finger. You moan loudly as he finds that secret gummy spot within you. “Lix is right,” Hyunjin pipes. 

“Fine by me.” Changbin slowly guides you to lay your back on the bed, his finger never leaving you. 

Changbins finger slowly start to pump within your walls and you moan at the feeling of his girthy finger twirling inside you. You're not entirely sure how, but somehow, someone removed your flimsy shirt, revealing your breasts practically spilling out of your bra. 

Hyunjin gawks at them, drooling at the sight. Changbin leans by your side, watching you thrive under his manipulation, and then you feel him add another finger. You're too distracted by Changbins skilled fingers to tell Hyunjin he can have his fill if he wants to; the only sounds leaving your lips are small moans. So, instead of speaking, you grab Hyunjins jaw and slowly guide him to your chest. He takes the hint right away and shines a pretty boy smile. He starts placing small kisses along your bra before diligently reaching under you to unclasp your bra, leaving you bare before the eight men in the room. 

Hyunjin lets out a small “fuck” at the sight, but soon he’s attaching his lips to a hardened nipple and sucking on the bud like his life depends on it. The sensation of both Changbin’s and Hyunjin’s efforts makes your body arch into them, and you start to feel the coil in your lower belly begin to break.

Your moans are louder, Changbin’s hand pumps faster, and the air in the room is so thick your breath quickens. “I- I’m gonna-” 

“We know, sweetheart, let go,” Felix whispers in your ear. When the hell did he get here? 

Changbin can feel you clenching around his fingers, but he decides to add to your pleasure by pressing his tongue flat against your clit. You scream loudly as your first orgasm washes over you. Changbin only slowly his finger and keeps his tongue pressed against you, letting you ride the waves of your pleasure. Hyunjin stays where he is, switching from one nipple to the other, clearly content. 

 Felix cradles you between his legs, making you more comfortable in his arms as he caresses your hair. “You did so well for us, sweets.” You can barely keep your eyes open, but a deeper part of you knows you are not done, that they aren’t done. 

“You taste so sweet, angel.” Hyunjin lifts his head from one of your nipples. 

“Come ooon, your hoggin her!” Seungmin starts. Hyunjin disappears from your line of sight, his hand disappearing between his legs.  

Jisung and Minho have separated from each other to observe the scene. Your head feels heavy, resting against Felix’s thigh. You loll your head back and forth across his thigh until you come face to face with Felix’s red mushroom tip. It already leaks precum, which makes your mouth water with need. 

Your tongue pokes out to lick a small strip up Felix’s waiting dick. He hisses at the contact. The salty, bitter taste tastes so sweet on your tongue that it makes your mouth loll out to take his whole length down your throat. His hand comes over to push your hair out of your face; it's not the most comfortable position - Your body still between Felix’s legs while your neck is at an angle where you can reach his swollen member. The rest of the guys watch your struggle, your legs still twitching from your orgasm. 

“Thats it” Seungmin marches over to your body. You momentarily separate yourself from Felix’s cock, only so Seungmin can flip you over on your stomach. You reattach your lips onto Felix’s member while Seungmin plays with the flesh of your ass, squeezing and massaging. 

You can’t see him, but you can just imagine what he must look like. His body bare to the world, his leaking cock begging to be swallowed whole until you feel two of his digits delicately rubbing against your folds. He plays with you for a moment, watching you moan around Felix’s cock from the overstimulation. 

The vibrations of your moan send shivers down Felix’s spine. His hand comes back down to hold your head; you can feel his restraint, not wanting to cross any hidden barriers. 

Seungmin spreads your legs as wide as they can, and he sneaks his way between them, letting his cock rub up and down your waiting folds. The idea of finally being full, finally getting the sensation you’ve been craving, especially without the barrier of a condom, makes your whole body buzz. 

“You ready, pup? Condom or not, you better tell me now,” Seungmin says. 

Without answering, you push your ass against him. You're on birth control, and you know the risks, but you simply can’t find it in yourself to care; you’re so full of need, and lust simmers off your skin. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans and pushes only the tip past your walls. You are still halfway past Felix’s cock, enjoying the initial stretch. “Pussy so warm and tight,” he moans, pushing further into you. You let out a muffled whine; he’s isn’t as girthy as you expected, but he long. He hits all the right places, curving upward, every ridge and vein, making it impossible not to roll your eyes at the feeling. 

Your eyes are screwed tight while your lips are occupied. Seungmin finally pushes his full length inside you; in doing so, he pushes you further down Felix’s cock. Seungming’s hips collide with your ass cheeks, and your lips meet with Felix’s groin. You feel so full, so stretched, and oh so good. 

You coke a little on Felix, and he immediately removes his hand from the back of your head. “Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he rushes with his words. He takes you off his cock, watching your face for any signs, but all you do is smirk. With Seungmin inside you and squeezing your hips, you're so lust-driven that you don’t care if your throat burns a little. So, you guide his hand back to the back of your head and lower your lips back to his dripping member. He lets out a guttural groan as your tongue presses flat against his length. 

Seungmin watches Felix lose himself in your mouth, “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers out, and with that, he starts to move his hip. He starts slow, letting his cock drag against your walls. 

Felix’s hand guides your head up and down his length, your spit spilling down your chin and Seungmins cock picking up pace. He has no need to be fast or brutal, but you can feel he wants to be embedded in you; he wants you to remember how deep he is. So he keeps his steady pace, not too fast but pressing deep into your stomach. 

Like Seungmin before, you don’t see him, but Hyunjin appears at your side, letting his hands roam your body. His rough fingertips make the sensation of Seungmin’s cock heighten. “Look at you, you're beautiful,” Hyunjin praises. 

Your body feels warm from his praise, but it is quickly replaced with a sharp pain from the smack Seungmin lets out on your left ass cheek. He lets it form a pretty pink mark before slapping another to your right cheek, matching it well. Your moans are muffled by your focus on Felix’s cock, but you can feel the swell of your tears forming. 

Felix’s eyes have never been so focused on you or so dark. You dare to make eye contact with him, letting him see the tears form and one fall across your cheek. 

He flushes at the sight. Your mouth is stuffed full of HIS cock, and your teary eyes overflowing; your cheeks are flushed pink, and your hands grip his thighs like you don’t want to be pulled away from him. 

There are so many hands, so many touches, and so many feelings that you are so overwhelmed with sensations and emotions that you can’t tell when one starts or when one ends. 

Seungmin releases a loud moan when he feels you clenching around his member…and he snaps. Letting pure instinct take control. His hands hold your hips, and he starts railing into your pussy like never before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he lets out with each pound he makes into you. 

At this point, you don’t have to lift your head. You let Seungmin push and pull your pack, making a perfect rhythm on Felix’s dick. 

That familiar coil in your stomach builds quicker than before. “Fuck I can feel you clenching,” Sungmin moans, “are you gonna cum again, pup?” 

You moan around Felix, which makes his head fall back. “Fucking cum on my cock” Seungmin makes his last few thrust prominent, making sure you never forget the feeling of his dick inside you. He shoots white spurts of cum into your cunt. You don’t know if it was the feeling of being full or the fact that you haven't had a dick inside you for the better part of 2 years, but you cum again. You spasm around his dick like crazy, legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Felix visibly shakes from your orgasm, and it makes him shoot his load straight down your throat. You hold your head still, letting your mouth take the full capacity of his load, not letting a single drop slip. Once you lift your head, you make a dramatic show out of swallowing down his load and opening your mouth to him as proof. 

Seungmin releases your hips, and your legs flop like jello as you roll over onto your back. “I’m sorry, bunny, but I need you” All you can muster is a small moan before Changbin pulls your body to the end of the bed aligning his cock along your throbbing entrance. He wastes no time shoving his needy cock all the way into you, kissing your bruised cervix. You make a weak attempt to squirm away, your over-sensitive walls making your whole body burn. 

He grabs hold of your hips, making a low growl. “Fuck how are you still so tight.” His cock pulls in and out of your hole, and your legs weakly wrap around his waist. He pistons his hips in and out of you. Sounds that can only be described as pornographic bounce throughout the room, leaving the rest of the men to watch the scene unfold before them. 

“Hey kitten, remember me?” he whispers. Minho comes into view above you. 

Changbin doesn’t let up from his pace, hitting your gummy walls perfectly every time. You crane your head up to look at Minho, staring down at you. He looks lethal from here, his body coated in a sheer sheet of sweat, his bare chest in clear view, and his devilish smirk shining brightly. 

Your whole body shakes from how rough Changbin is being with you, but you don’t mind. You love the slight pain he inflicts on your used cunt, you love the way they look at you, like your food, and they are starved. 

“Is our little binnie treating you well?” Minho leans down to ghost your ear. 

His voice makes your body clench, “fuck yes, bunny, keep doing that,” Changbin growls. 

“Does it feel good?” Minho's voice grows impossibly lower. Your face crunches up tight in pleasure. 

His hands dig bruises into your hips, “so good for us. Look at how well you take Binnie.” Minho sneaks his hand across your body, inching down to where you and Changbin connect. He finds your overly sensitive nub in no time and starts rubbing circles. Your body squirms, but both Changbin and Minho hold you still. 

“You can do it, baby” Minho whispers in your ear. You didn’t notice your orgasm building because your whole body hums with aftershocks. 

“I can’t- please, I can’t.”Your voice comes out as a strangled cry, tears in your eyes. But deep down, you know you can handle what they’re doing; in fact, you crave their dominance, their control—you crave them.

“Oh yes, you can, kitten,” his voice grows wild. In fact, you're gonna do it now,” his finger presses flat against your nub. 

You come undone with a scream, shaking a spasaming out of control. It's not until you realize Changbin has finished his thrusts in you that you see your arousal dripping down his chest. 

“Look at that pretty, you squirted all over Binnie” Hyunjin smiles that big teethy smile. 

Changbin pulls out of you with a gutted groan, while Minho moves his hands so he can rub delicate circles along your hips. 

You think you might pass out with how heavy your body feels. Jisung’s eager body comes jumping into view. 

You can barely lift your eyelids, until you feel the softness of Jisungs lips connect with yours. You lean in, heart racing, trying your best to kiss him back. Every inch of you longs for this moment to stretch into eternity. Yet, despite your desire, your body feels heavy and immobile, like a weighted blanket draped over the soft sheets. You feel the warmth of his lips against yours, but the sensation of the mattress pulling you down makes it difficult to fully engage in the kiss. 

Jisung pulls away for a brief moment, his warm brown eyes glinting in the soft light. A gentle smile spreads across his face as he leans closer. “It’s okay, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice soothing and tender. As he reaches up, his hand gently pats your head in a comforting gesture. “Next time,” he promises, his expression filled with sincerity, assuring you that this won’t be the end. 

Jisung nods to Minho as they both help you to sit up. Thick drips of cum slide down your legs, and the warmth of it makes you clench, sending more down your thighs. 

Both Minho and Jisung stare at it, watching it slowly run down. You look down, noticing only Jisung has a thumping red tip leaking precum, but Minho's pretty cock lays limp. “Was Felix not enough for you kitten?” Minho answer your hidden thoughts. 

You lick your lips at his words. He smirks, “Why don’t you take care of Jisungie? I’m all good.” He nods to the small wet patch glistening on his lower stomach. 

You bite your lip at the thought of Minho getting off at all the dirty scenes that unfolded. You look back to Jisung’s pleading eyes, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. 

You lower your head, sticking your tongue out to tease him, only giving him small kitten licks. You feel his hands across your head patting it, until he grips your hair tightly. He forces you to look up at him, giving him a perfect show of how your neck stretches. “What do you do if it's too much?” he says. 

You bite your lip, “squeeze two times to stop, once to slow down”

“Good girl” he calls and then he aligns your lips back down to his cock, slowly pushing it into your mouth. 

Your sole focus is keeping your lips tightly around his member and lolling your tongue so it drags along his bass. Jisung moans at the feeling of your warm wet mouth coating his cock, and soon he's slowly thrusting his hips into your throat. You don’t need to move your head at all, you just keep your head steady as Jisung does all the work. His tip hit the back of your throat making you gag around his cock, his hips stutter for a moment, but your lips keep their hold. 

Jisung groans and picks his pace back up again, thrusting his hips into your throat. It's not long after he’s shooting his cum down said throat and your humming from the sweet salty taste. 

*****

After everything you went through your body still tingles. You can feel Binnie’s cum still dripping down your legs, and your throat is sore from how Jisung used it, but still, you couldn’t be happier. Chan carries you to the tub where they’ve runned you a bath. They thought of everything, from the bath bomb to the water temperature. 

You can hear the rumble of Chan’s giggles when he sees your blissed face. 

He carefully lets you rest your back to the edge of the bathtub, letting your body soak in the warm water. He pulls his arm from underneath you and kisses your head. " Let me know when you're ready,” he whispers and attempts to leave, but you grab hold of his arm.

“No,” you let out, unable to produce many words. His warmth was so comforting when he carried you, and you were surrounded by so much warmth the last thing you wanted was the warmth to walk away, especially his. 

“Huh,” he looks at you, worried written all over his face. 

“Don’t go,” you whine, your pouty lips beckoning him back. 

He lets out a small laugh and nods his head forward. You lean forward, allowing him to slip his body into the tub and behind you.  

You rest against his back, basking in his and the warmth of the water. You cuddle close to him…until you feel…it. 

Your eyes pop at his hard member poking your side. And thats when you realize Chan didn’t really have a proper chance at you. You angle your head to look up at him, seeing that he’s staring back down at you. He’s silent, with a smile that stretches to his eyes. 

You realize that this probably wouldn't have happened if it weren’t for him. A warm smile spreads across your face as you vividly recall the memory that sparked this whole chain of events, and you can’t help but notice how your entire body reacts - each heartbeat a little stronger, each thought a little bit more confident than the last. 

You move slightly to where you're straddling his lap, his member only a slight shift of your hips away from entering your already spent hole. 

“Wha-what are you doing, babygirl?” 

Instead of finding the right words, you draw closer and press your lips against his. You kiss him with the same passion you once showed him and with a new confidence. You can’t find the words to thank him, so you try to show it.

You can feel the soft brush of his lips and the familiar scent of him enveloping you, creating a cocoon of intimacy. In this moment, gratitude fills you to the brim, but the words elude your tongue. Instead of speaking, you pour all your unspoken thanks into the kiss, hoping he senses the depth of your feelings—the joy, the longing, and the overwhelming passion you have for him. 

You roll your hips slightly, his cock sliding along your entrance; you both sigh at the feeling. “But-wait-” but again, you don’t let him finish; you're already lifting your hips so his length slides into your waiting hole. 

Chan lets out a low growl when he bottoms out inside you, kissing your cervix. You hiss at the stretch; it's painful, especially since your walls are bruised and swollen. He takes his time, letting you get used to the added stretch of his length. You bite your lip as the pain quickly subsides into a throbbing pleasure. 

Thankfully, when Chan starts to rock his groin into you, he starts slow, knowing you're sore and worn out - still, you can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips, “I know babygirl, just hold on tight to me,” he calls. 

You grip his shoulder like a vice as he slowly uses your cunt. You see his face scrunch up in pleasure; you can tell he suppressing the urge to abuse your cunt; you can feel it in the way his hands squeeze your side, almost leaving indents in your hips. You lean your head against his shoulder, your hips trying to match his pace. 

You want him to have his way, to let go. “Why are you being so gentle with me?” you finally ask. You could feel the goosebumps coating his skin as you spoke those words. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, you're already-” you cut him off with your lips pressed to his. Of course, he would think about you before himself, that was always him…but not tonight. 

“I want more, please Chan” You lean back so you can lock his eyes, knowing the one thing to make his control snap, “Please d-daddy, give me more” 

His whole body stills. For a second you think you went too far, that you read him wrong, but his eyes turn dark and his grip turns knuckle white. 

“Okay baby” he breathes, “just relax for me Daddy will make it feel good”

The night ended with Chan’s cum mixed with Seungmin’s and Binnies, you were spent and tired, but happy, oh so happy. 

Your voice was horse, your body numb and satisfied. That night, you slept in Chan’s arms, wrapped in a cozy blanket, and the sounds of his steady breathing were all you needed for that last push to sleep. 

****

In the days that followed, a palpable tension hung in the air, punctuated by stolen glances and fleeting moments that seemed to stretch the boundaries of time. Each shared smile felt electric, igniting a spark that lingered in the spaces between you. You were always aware that if you ever experienced any moments of doubt or uncertainty, they would be right there to remind you just how truly extraordinary and remarkable you are. 

[themultifanshipper]

Yes, two fully grown adults can go trick or treating in silly halloween costumes, thank you very much.

What wasn't okay however, was that Charles was walking around SHIRTLESS in a fucking SKIRT.

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: blood, smut, sub Charles, the inherent eroticism of men covered in their own blood, minor injury, temperature play

Also real ones will get the very obvious reference to another popular fic of mine lmao

He'd jumped at the idea of going trick or treating with you, after all, you two didn't get to spend much time together between races, and he loved candy.

 BUT, Charles had decided to dig out his old Prema Gladiator costume (yeah, you know the one) and the top part didn't fit anymore because of how much more muscle he'd got since those days.

So there he fucking stood, in all his oiled up glory, looking like a whore!

He knew exactly what he was doing as well, every time you rang a doorbell he would flex his abs to give the ‘maximum effect’, as he put it.

So to say you were riled up was an understatement.

On one hand, you got to ogle your almost naked boyfriend as much as you liked, but on the other, so did everybody else.

You were a goddess next to him, literally because you were dressed up as a goddess, but you had chosen a dress that didn't show off too much specifically because you knew Charles would get insanely jealous.

Yeah, you might as well have dressed as Bobo the fucking clown.

He was driving you insane in two different ways.

First off he was making you angry, because he was flexing and lowkey flirting on purpose to make you mad.

But the problem was that he was also making you incredibly horny.

His thick thighs wrapped in that thin faux-leather skirt, his oiled up (why the fuck did he oil himself up??) torso on display, his nipples peaking from the cold air of the night.

You were going to lose it before the end of the night, you were certain.

But apart from your inner turmoil, your evening was going great.

Even little kids were giving you candy from their baskets, because they thought you two looked so cool.

“I'm going to kill you when we get home” you said as you wrapped an arm around his waist.

He chuckled “And why is that, love of my life?”

Yeah, he was laying it on thick now, the bastard.

“Because I had to dress modestly to protect your ego and you decided to dress like a whole slut, baby”

He grinned at you, poking your side playfully.

“You are just jealous that the last woman asked for my number, in front of you”

“Okay, I'm going to go back and say yes to her, then”

You gasped mockingly “I am not.”

He suddenly turned around and started walking back in the direction of where you'd just come from.

“Don’t you dare!” you laughed, as you ran after him.

He was quicker though and he sprinted down the road as you struggled to keep up.

“I'll see you later, I guess. I don't know what time I will be home!” he called back, turning his head to laugh at your slower pace.

“Charles Leclerc, you come back here!”

It was a lot of fun bantering and running around like children again.

Until disaster struck.

He hadn't been looking where he was going as he ran around, baiting you into chasing him.

And, well, there's no way of saying this that isn't objectively hilarious.

Charles Leclerc, world famous formula 1 driver, man of immeasurable dexterity and coordination, ran face first into a telephone pole.

You thought he was joking at first, trying to be funny or something as he clutched his face.

But as you caught up you saw blood and immediately worried over him.

He was hunched over so you pulled his hands away to inspect the damage.

Blood was pouring out of his nose and, somehow, he'd also managed to bust his lip. Nothing too serious.

“Are you okay, baby?” you said, just a hint of mocking in your voice.

He pouted, then hissed in pain as he realised that was not a good idea with a busted lip.

“Do I look okay?” he asked.

You almost laughed at how whiny he sounded.

“No broken teeth so yeah, I think you're good”

He shot you an unimpressed look and you smirked.

“Come on drama queen let's get you home and mop up all this blood.”

And there was a lot of it.

It was dripping down his face onto his chest and running down his abs…

You hated seeing him in pain but, as you watched a drop roll down his stomach, you had to admit it was kind of hot.

And to be honest, it also kind of completed the whole Gladiator look.

You can’t really know in advance that seeing a man vulnerable and covered in blood is going to make you horny.

By the time you got home Charles's pain had gone down a little bit and the bleeding had stopped, so he let you sit on his lap while you disinfected his lip.

It just happens, and then you have to live with it.

He whined in pain when the spray hit the cut.

“You need to stop making those kinds of noises or I’m going to have to kiss you and make it worse”

Charles' eyebrows shot up in surprise.

You grinned as you got off his lap and went to get an ice pack for his nose.

“Don't move” you ordered “If you're a good boy I'll give you a blowjob to make you feel better”

You walked out and Charles was bewildered, to say the least.

You were horny? Now?

While you grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer he pulled his costume off, leaving him in his already tented underwear (he is but a simple man after all).

Not that he was complaining. Seb had taught him “never say no to a good blowie”.

You handed him the pack and looked him up and down.

You'll never figure out how you managed to get such a hot man to love you.

You cradled his jaw in your palm and he whimpered as the coldness of the ice made contact with his swollen nose.

“I’m going to ride you instead”

“I've changed my mind” you declared, and Charles looked like a kicked puppy, thinking you weren't up for sex anymore.

You slipped out of your drees and dropped it somewhere to your left as you looked at Charles seductively.

His cock twitched and you smirked, helping him lay down sideways on the couch as you slid his underwear off.

You’d been soaked since he ran into the pole (you were probably going to hell for that) so the slide was delicious as you straddled his hips and sank down on him slowly.

The lack of prep made him feel huge inside you and you moaned when his hips bucked involuntarily.

Once you were ready, you lifted off of him and slowly sank back down again.

The drag of his cock against your walls was pure heaven as you hadn't had time to fully indulge in your boyfriend since he'd been back.

You started a slow but demanding pace as you rode him exactly as he liked, and his hand flew to your hip to help ground himself.

Your hands went to his bloody chest to help stabilize you and you ended up smearing the blood further all over his skin.

“You're so hot like this, baby” you purred, Charles was already half gone, completely caught up in the pleasure of your tight cunt around him.

“Charles look at me”

He did. Those sea green eyes gazed at you heatedly as you bounced on him as if your life depended on it.

He was still holding the ice pack to his face with his other hand, and you decided to rip the corner off and take an ice cube out.

His confusion was evident on his face, but you just grinned evilly at him as you swirled the ice around one of his nipples.

He half yelped, half whined as it made contact, the cold making him shiver.

You ran the cube down his abs, following the trail of blood and smearing it even more, before going back up and teasing his other nipple with it until it melted completely.

His hips twitched involuntarily as his head swam with lust at your actions and when you leant down to suck on one of his nipples he cried out.

The heat of your mouth straight after the cold ice sent his body into overdrive and he started mumbling and begging you for release.

You felt pretty on edge yourself so you brought a hand down to circle your clit expertly while mouthing at Charles' other nipple.

“I'm not stopping you Charles, come for me if that's what you need” you mumbled against his skin and that was it for him.

His hips slammed into yours as he orgasmed, making you see stars as you reached your own peak and you rode each other's highs out like that, hips rolling against each other until you were sated.

“I think we both need a shower now” he said and you giggled as he lifted you up effortlessly and walked you over to the bathroom, him still inside you to avoid leaking cum all over the place.

The hot water of the shower stung his wounds, but it washed away all the blood and cum from your bodies as you basked in the heat together.

Once you were both thoroughly cleaned up, he carried you to bed and and curled up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing your cheek goodnight.

“I love you” you mumbled sleepily after a couple of minutes.

“I love you too” his low grumble sounded behind you as he drifted in and out of sleep “and all your weird fucking kinks”

You both giggled like children and he squeezed you tightly. He was never letting go of you, even if it meant running into a few telephone poles now and then.

[cartwrightxnathan]

@salvadorcavendish.

"Star-Lord, we meet again," Nathan said, greeting the man dressed as Peter Quill from the Guardians of the Galaxy franchise. As the one dressed as Doctor Strange, he was pleased to find they both shared an interest in the Marvel Universe. "If I had to wear this costume for a week, I think I would manage just fine, although the cape would definitely get in my way. How about you?"

starter for: @aurorabaystarter

where: sharky's monster mash

"If you could, would you live a full week as who you're dressed as? Additionally, do you think you'd survive it?"

[ai-kan1]

[TWST OC OUTFIT ASK GAME]

I wanted to make a twst outfit ask game so here we are...thing is formatted in different sections and some have bonus questions

[SCHOOL]

School Uniform 📚

PE Uniform 🧹

Labcoat 🧪

Ceremonial robe 🪞

Masterchef 🍳

Bonus: what would your oc wear on their freetime? 🌂

[CLUBWEAR]

Pop music 🎤

Science 🧫

Boardgame 🎲

Film Studies 🎬

Gargoyle Research Society 🖋️

Mountain Lovers Club⛰️

Basketball 🏀

Track and field 👟

Equestrian Club 🐴

Magical Shift 🥏

Bonus: for the clubs that dont have revealed designs, how would you design them?

[DORM UNIFORM]

Heartslabyul ♥️

Savanaclaw 🐾

Octavinelle 🐚

Scarabia 🐍

Pomefiore 🍎

Ignihyde 🌐

Diasomnia 🐉

Bonus: Ramshackle uniform! What would you design for it? 👻

[EVENTS]

Beans Day 🫛

Fairy Gala 🦋

Ghost Marriage 💍

Stargazer 💫

Vargas Camp ⛺

Al-ab Naria 🎆

New Year ❄️

Kelkkarotu 🛷

Portfest ⚓

Tamashina Muina 🦁

Rabbitfest 🐇

Lost in the Book with Stitch 🌺

Tapis Rouge 💎

Bonus: if your oc had an event of their own what would it be? What would it be based on or who from the cast would take part in it?💭

[BIRTHDAY]

Birthday Boy 🏵️

Union Birthday 🥧

Broomquet 💐

Platinum Suit 🖼️

Bonus: for broomquet, what flowers would your oc have in their own broomquet?

[HALLOWEEN]

Heartslabyul 💀

Savanaclaw 🏴‍☠️

Octavinelle 🤕

Scarabia🐺

Pomefiore🦇

Ignihyde 🎃

Diasomnia 🐲

Glorious Masquerade 🎭

Playful Land 🎀

[Extra]

NBC Uniform 🔔

RSA Uniform ⚔️

Overblot✒️

Bonus: What does their tsum look like?🐜

How to ask: you can send an game ask, to make it easier i have emoji assigned everything (even the bonus questions) so either go with that are use the name of the event/outfit!

Anyone is free to reblog and use this ask game for themselves!!

[kenziebluex]

All Mine

Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

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As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

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"Of course, I'll keep an eye out for you," Nathan said as he agreed to help her. He scanned her Halloween costume to understand what he was really looking for. "Your costume is impressive. Did you make the dress yourself?"

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Hey I don’t know if your doing requests rn but I had this idea. Maybe like an innocent reader x Elvis and she broke a glass and cut herself on accident and she keeps apologizing because her dad would get mad at her for that and he has to convince her it’s not her fault. Maybe ending in smut? Whatever you wanna do I just thought it was a cool idea

Thank you for the request! I really hope you like it! 🧚

🧚 Masterlist 🧚

Word Count: 2,649

Pairing: Late 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of ab*se (verbal and physical)

You were a little ball of sunshine in Elvis' life. A sensitive little ball of sunshine at that. You quite often reminded Elvis of a little puppy dog, just eager and desperate for his love and attention, always looking at him with those big, round eyes of yours, filled with admiration and adoration for the big old man. 

Your love for Elvis didn't come from nowhere though, he equally showered you with affection and love from the moment he first interacted with you. He became enamoured with your playful and soft giggles and your incessant babbling that he found utterly adorable.

Elvis picked up early on that you had some underlying issues. He would notice you flinch at a loud noise or a raised voice, the way you'd instantly stop talking if someone began to speak over you, the way you'd trip over your words when any sort of confrontation would occur. He knew that there must have been something in your past that had created those behaviours and he was right.

You opened up to him about your past and your upbringing early on in your relationship with Elvis after Elvis had asked you about your childhood. You'd told Elvis tentatively, all about the tense and aggressive environment that you grew up in, and even when you'd trip over you words or start to feel anxious when recalling the events, Elvis hushed you, telling you to take your time, everything was okay and that you were his special girl now.

Since then, you'd really gone from strength to strength, you were this little diamond on Elvis' arm, charming everyone just like Elvis did, and together, you really were the new 'it' couple. 

You were so eager to please everyone but most importantly Elvis, that you would wear yourself out, trying so hard to impress him that you'd often end up becoming drowsy at 8pm, nodding off in Elvis' strong hold as he would laugh and chat with the Mafia. 

Elvis didn't mind one bit, he thought there was no cuter sight than you drifting off whilst clinging to him as if he were your security blanket or nighttime teddy bear. Once Elvis was sure that you'd be fully asleep, he'd always excuse himself from whatever was going on to carry you to your shared room and put you into bed, knowing that the worst thing for you would be to fall asleep only to be woken up by someone getting drunk and starting to holler and wake you up and mess up your routine. 

You truly were Elvis' little baby, he treated you like a princess and you truly were head over heels in love with the big, old, rockstar.

The two of you being the social butterflies you were meant that you loved a crowded house, hosting parties for any event, Christmas, Halloween, 4th of July - heck, even if it was a Friday, that would be enough to warrant an extravagant party.

And that's exactly what had happened, a lavish party in December had taken place in Graceland where the Mafia, their wives, a few fans and fellow musicians had all attended in what could only have been described as an 'early Christmas' in Graceland, with endless drinks, cigars, and laughter. 

It was about 3am and everyone had left apart from a few members of the Mafia, Lamar, Sonny, Charlie and Joe, all in the Jungle room relaxing with you nestled into Elvis' side, completely wiped and a little tipsy from the expensive champagne that Elvis had let you drink.

"Why dontchu be a doll n'go n'get us some drinks eh, Y/N? Might wanna make a start on the mess while yer at it?" Charlie laughed, nodding at you. 

You blinked a couple of times and rubbed your eyes, the excitement of the party taking its toll on your little body before you nodded, pushing your body up from where it rested by Elvis. 

"That how you talk to a little girl huh, Charlie? No wonder you're goddamn single," Elvis retorted sharply, with an ever so bitter chuckle at the end of his pointed comment, clearly agitated at some other fella telling you what to do.

See, Elvis knew that you craved praise and even more so, you were absolutely desperate to avoid any sort of conflict or trouble, so you'd always do anything that anyone asked of you. Naturally, this could lead to people taking advantage of your sweet state but that's where Elvis was perfect for you. His authoritative and dominant presence meant that people would seldom cross him just to get you to do some task they were too lazy to do. 

Elvis reached over with his cold, ring clad fingers wrapping around your tender wrist, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Elvis tsked, making you stop in your tracks. "Don't you move baby, Charlie's a big boy, he can get himself a drink if he needs one."

"Oh, no, Elvis it's okay! Really, I don't mind, it's okay!" You said earnestly.

"I know you don't mind darlin', but you're readin' your fun little magazine, no need for you to be bothered hm? Charlie can do it himself just fine." Elvis said, just about managing to shoot Charlie another stern look.

"S'okay! I was gon' get myself a drink anyways! A hot lemon and tea, I think I hurt my throat from how much I was talkin'!" You sleepily giggled, the angelic sound quelling Elvis' frustrations, you were just so heavenly. Elvis equally knew that you'd just be sitting and feeling anxious if he kept you by his side so he released his tender grip on you, tapping his cheek with his finger, indicating he wanted a kiss from you.

You complied docilely, bending down to press a kiss on Elvis cheek, a soft giggle leaving your lips afterwards as you skipped off to the kitchen, leaving Charlie to the wrath of Elvis.

You carefully prepared the tea and got Charlie's favourite drink sorted too - an Old Fashioned, biting down on your lip as you tried to get the measurements just right! 

It wasn't until you were carrying the tray of tea and cocktails that everything fell apart - quite literally. 

The damned carpet corner wasn't properly pinned down, making you trip over your own feet just like Bambi, sending the tray, along with its contents flying and tumbling down onto the pristine carpet, the glass and china shattering  everywhere. 

You gasped and immediately your heart dropped and sheer panic set in. Your clumsiness, whilst adored by Elvis, had not been your fathers favourite trait of yours, with violent punishments incurring whenever you'd make a little mistake and those punishments had had a lasting impact on you. Obviously, this caused your body to go into automatic panic and defence as you knelt down, trying to clear up the glass and china shards before anyone that heard the accident came running through.

As tears began to pool in your eyes, making your vision cloudy and your breathing became erratic with panic and fear of being punished, you didn't even register the shards of glass cutting through the skin on your knees and the palms of your hands. 

You began to create more mess than tidy it as droplets of blood now began to drip onto the carpet as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, smudging the pretty black eye makeup Elvis had so lovingly put on you for the party. 

That's when you began to hear footsteps and you dared not look up when you heard Elvis' familiar deep Southern voice.

"Baby?" Elvis said lowly, concern lacing his voice that you mistook for disappointment.

"M'sorry, m'sorry, p-please don't be mad, p-please, I didn't m-mean it," You stuttered with a shaky, cracked voice, stopping every couple of words to sniffle as you cowered into yourself like a frightened little puppy, scared of anything that might approach it.

As Elvis' concern grew rapidly, his demeanour softened, knowing that you were now in an extra fragile and sensitive state and you needed to be treated delicately.

So that's how the big man ended up slowly walked over to you, rolling up the sleeves on his silk shirt and crouching down so that he could be on your level - even if he was still towering over you. 

"Ssh baby, s'okay, I'm not mad with you princess." Elvis hushed, reaching out to gently to push away the hair that had fallen in front of your pretty face, making sure to be as tender as he could be as to not startle you as he knew you were frightened of any sudden contact.

You flinched ever so slightly as Elvis touched you, sniffling as you tried to steady your panic, your wet lashes fluttering up to meet Elvis' concerned gaze. 

"Do ya think you can tell me what happened little one?" Elvis asked as his eyes scanned the scene, realising how badly you'd hurt yourself.

Your eyes widened as you began to recall what happened. "I-I-, um, I, tried to get the, get the drinks and I got um, um, tripped over, by the carpet, I didn't mean it, I didn't m-mean it, I p-promise!" You said shakily, panic beginning to set in again which Elvis picked up on immediately.

"Uh uh baby, you're gettin' yerself all worked up aren't ya?" Elvis soothed, and you nodded, your chest still erratically rising and falling as you hiccupped through tears. You nodded feverishly, your shaky hand wiping away snot and tears. 

"M'sorry! It was just an accident, I promise, I'll c-clean it all up, I p-promise." You whimpered.

"I know it was an accident baby, we all have accidents don't we hm?" Elvis cooed, trying to soothe you and calm you down. "Accidents happen, it's okay honey, I ain't mad, I ain't mad at all." Elvis tried to reassure as you trembled opposite him, your hands still in a bloodied mess along with your knees.

Elvis knew that your sudden panicky and frightened little state was the result of your father, beating you and verbally abusing you at any possible chance he had, particularly when an incident like this would happen. He knew that you'd revert back to the child-like state that you'd first experienced the abuse in, but he knew it was now his job and responsibility to look after you and take care of you and make you feel better and feel loved.

"I d-didn't mean it, p-promise." You mewled softly, growing calmer but still tender and frightened. 

Elvis nodded understandingly, holding eye contact with you, wanting to make it absolutely clear to you that you weren't in any trouble and nothing was bad was going to happen to you whilst you were in his care. 

"I know you didn't sweet girl. You were just doin' yer best weren't you honey? You did nothin' wrong, you were busy bein' a good girl and gettin' Charlie a drink for him." Elvis praised, knowing you needed it. "What happened to yer hands n'knees little one?" Elvis asked, pointing to your injuries.

You hadn't even acknowledged that you were hurt or bleeding, your mind far too occupied with fear. Your eyes widened cutely as you blinked a few times, realising how bad your hands really were as you held them up in front of you. Elvis watched you, his attempt to get your mind to stop panicking was working.

"I, um, I hurt them," You said quietly, your voice trailing off as you studied your hands. "They hurt." You whimpered slightly, the realisation of what had happened setting in, as well as the pain. 

"They look sore don't they honey?" Elvis observed and you nodded, successfully distracted from the internalised fear that had consumed you. "I think we need to get you cleaned up little one, make you feel all good n'better? What do you think princess?" Elvis asked calmly.

Again, you nodded, your habit of becoming ever-so-slightly more non-verbal kicking in when you were upset and scared and overstimulated. "Okay..." You replied, with the small word being all you could muster.

"Okay." Elvis repeated in confirmation with a reassuring nod. "Now, I'm gon' help you up little 'un, then I'm gon' get the fellas outta here, they've had enough partyin' for one night, then we're gon' get you cleaned up and into our nice big, warm, bed, how does that sound Y/N?" Elvis said to you gently. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat as your damp eyelashes fluttered and you scanned the mess around you on the floor. "B-But I need to clean up my mess." You stuttered.

"Oh little one, no, no this will all get cleaned by the staff who are comin' to sort out the mess from the party 'kay? Your only job is to let me clean you up and feel better, okay little girl?" Elvis said with a raised eyebrow as you sniffled and reached out for him, desperately craving physically affection from him. "Careful pretty girl, I don't wanna hurt yer pretty little hands now, do I? M'gon pick you up from your elbows, okay?" Elvis told you, standing back up before leaning down and slowly hauling you up from under your arms, making sure as to not cause you any more harm.

Once you were up, Elvis quickly dashed to the Jungle room to get rid of the remaining guys, explaining the situation to them before they all told Elvis that they hoped you were okay. They all thought of you as a little gem of a girl and they all had a soft spot for you. They were also protective of you, perhaps not as much as Elvis was, but they all knew you were a sweet girl and they all sincerely hoped you'd feel better as quickly as possible.

Elvis then carried you up the stairs and straight to your bathroom, setting you on the bathroom counter where your legs dangled and your cheeks were sticky with dried tears and smudged eyeliner. 

Elvis spent the next couple of hours cleaning you, carefully getting rid of any glass that was stuck in your skin and applying cream and ointment onto your wounds, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead every time you winced from the anti-septic. 

"Hurts." You cried as you recoiled every time Elvis applied anti-septic onto your body somewhere. 

"I know it does baby, I know it does, but you're bein' such a brave girl f'me, aren't you? That's right, bein' so brave f'me, m'so proud of you." Elvis cooed. "But this is going to make you better so you gotta keep bein' a brave girl for me, just a little bit more medicine and then we'll go to bed little one." Elvis assured.

Sweet nothings and words of comfort and praise kept coming from Elvis as he continued to clean you up, change you out of your sweet little pink party dress, put your pyjamas on for you and get you all cuddled up into bed. 

Exhaustion consumed you, overwhelming you and making your whole body feel heavy as you sank into the big, plush bed that you and Elvis shared. 

You glanced up at Elvis who settled in next to you, your big eyes gazing up at him. "Promise I didn't mean it, promise I'm sorry." You mumbled feebly.

Elvis sighed, looking down at you as he cupped your face with his large hand that had so delicately looked after you all evening. "I know baby, you ain't got nothin' t'be sorry about princess. There ain't no need to be worried little one, yer with me now baby, I ain't ever gon' be mad atchu, okay? Now, you need to rest, you're overwhelmed baby, but m'gon be right here when you wake up and m'gon make you pancakes for bein' such a good girl f'me tonight." Elvis smiled, watching as a sleepy smile crept onto your face.

"Love you." You lazily hummed before you closed your eyes.

Elvis didn't sleep until he knew you were sleeping soundly, his little sunshine.