#being on my back included bc my lower back is in sm pain

[artheresy]

It's like I move a single part of my leg and it ends in a ton of crackling and popping I'm

Was having a good day after that HCQ stream but I’m :’D

[niki-phoria]

idk if you write for reactions, but i would a reaction from enhypen's hyung line about their 8thmember!reader s/o being injured while practicing <33

(and yes i would like this very fluffy😍😍)

‧₊˚✩ enhypen hyung line reaction - their s/o gets hurt during practice

warnings: just gonna list the injuries so (heeseung: sprained ankle, jay: torn mcl, jake: pulled muscle, sunghoon: broken ankle), worried heeseung, descriptions of hospitals/medical treatment but nothing graphic, one cuss word in sunghoon's

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this is more comfort than fluff tbh but i tried to keep it all very cute and happy. i didn't include the maknae line bc i kinda struggled with this and i didn't want to wait any longer to post it but i am willing to make a part 02 with the maknaes if anyone is interested. i hope you like it :))

additional notes: i wanna write for enha more but i have no ideas :// and in case you're curious i write imagines and reactions (no headcannons since ppl keep asking for them) the list of who/what i write for is linked in my pinned post

gn 8th member reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ heeseung

word count 410

he(e)'s so hot slknesklns

you grunt when you hit the ground. pain blooms through your ankle immediately, spreading through your leg and down your foot. “oh my god, are you okay?” your dancer kneels down next to you, holding a hand out to help you up. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to trip you.” 

“it’s okay, i didn’t see you either.” 

you wince when you try to put weight on your right ankle. “are you okay?” 

“yeah, i just think i hurt my ankle.” 

“let me go find a medic.” you nod, limping over to lean against a wall while you wait for help. you can hear her bounding footsteps as she runs back to the studio with an emt following closely behind her. 

“can you stand on it?” he asks, helping you take your shoe and sock off. hues of red and purple have already begun spreading along the skin. the dancer you tripped over nervously hovers behind him, grimacing at the sight of your foot. 

“not really,” you wince when he presses down against the bone. “it hurts when i try to put weight on it.” 

he nods, standing up. “i’m gonna go get some ice and then i'll wrap it. tell me if you notice any intense swelling or if the pain gets worse. you'll be off of it for a few weeks.” 

“here, let me help you,” she says, supporting your weight with her own body. 

“thanks,” you whisper, letting her guide you to a nearby chair. she pushes another chair over to you, helping you lift your leg up onto it. 

“are you gonna be okay here?” 

“i’m alright, thank you so much.” she nods, lowering her head into another apologetic bow before she leaves. 

you’re left alone in the room for a few minutes before heeseung bursts through the door. “y/n,” he gasps, rushing to your side. he’s frantic, eyes wide and hair disheveled. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “i heard about what happened, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there.” 

“it’s okay.” you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it. 

“does it hurt?” 

you shake your head. “it feels better with the ice.” 

“how long will you be off of it?” 

“they said it keep it elevated and put ice on it. they’re about to come back and wrap it for the next few weeks.”

heeseung leans down to press a kiss against your temple. “i’m glad you’re okay.”

‧₊˚✩ jay

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i love him sm :(( got a little carried away with this one whoops

you yelp as you fall, hitting the ground hard. your knee hits the ground first. pain immediately spreads through your leg. “y/n!” jay is quick to rush to your side, helping you sit up. you wince, failing to stand up. tears brim your eyes as you cling to jay. “are you okay?” he whispers. 

“i hurt my knee.” 

“can you stand?” jay helps you up as you slowly stand on your feet. you feel off-balance, pain still stinging through your leg. 

“it hurts.” you can see jay share a concerned glance with jungwon, calling a manager over. 

“we’ll get you to a hospital, okay?” her voice is quiet. she’s almost overwhelmingly sweet as she helps you into the backseat of a car before climbing into the front. 

the emergency room smells of hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol as you wait to be seen. curtains surround your bed though they do little to provide you with any sort of privacy from the other patients. jay’s hand holds yours, fingers intertwined together. “you’ll be okay.” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your temple. “i promise.” you can tell he’s nervous by the way he squeezes your hand a little tighter than usual. 

finally, a doctor enters. she has thick black-rimmed glasses pushed high up on her nose. her shoulder-length black hair is tied back into a low ponytail. “l/n y/n?” she asks. you nod. “can you tell me what happened?” 

“i fell on my knee during a missed stunt.” 

her hands are cold as she pushes the fabric of your pants up, pressing against your now swollen knee. you wince when she presses around the area. “does it hurt when you straighten your leg?” 

“yeah. it hurts to stand on.” she hums, marking down a few notes on a clipboard. 

“i’m gonna do an x-ray just to make sure nothing is broken. it sounds like a torn medial collateral ligament.” 

“what’s the treatment for that?” jay asks. he squeezes your hand reassuringly when you nervously glance up at him. 

“we’ll put on a knee brace. you’ll be on crutches for a few weeks.” 

“thank you.” the doctor curtly nods before she leaves, closing the curtain behind her. 

jay wraps you into a hug, letting you bury your head into his chest. “it’s gonna be okay. it’s only a few weeks.” 

“i don’t want to let anyone down.” you whisper. 

he lifts your chin, making you look up into his eyes. “you could never do that. you’ll wear the brace and then you’ll get better and start performing sooner than you realize.” 

you nod, pulling him back into a hug. “thank you.” 

jay presses a kiss against your forehead. “anything for you.”

‧₊˚✩ jake

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i need mullet jake SKLNESLN not as severe as the others but i was running out of ideas okay

the pain in your leg is sharp. it burns - stinging each of your nerves with each movement you make. you wince, shifting your weight onto your left leg. jake’s hand ghosts against your lower back, coaxing your to lean against him instead. 

“let’s take a break. we’ll pick it up again in five?” your choreographer announces. murmurs of agreement ripple throughout the group as jake helps you to sit down next against the wall. 

“is everything okay?” he whispers. 

“yeah, just pulled a muscle.” 

“i’m sorry baby.” his hands feel warm against your skin as he moves the fabric of your pant leg out of the way, massaging the sore muscle. “take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? it’ll get even worse if you try to push yourself too hard.” 

“i will.” 

“babe,” jake opens his arms, gesturing for you to lay with him. you comply, making your way back over to him. you lean against his chest as he rubs your back. “how’s your leg? does it still hurt?” you hum, voice muffled by his hoodie. jake chuckles. “i’ll take that as a yes.” 

you pull away a little, moving to lean against his shoulder. “it still stings a little.” 

“come on,” jake shifts so you’re laying on your stomach. “let me take care of you.” you chuckle, letting him maneuver you onto the bed. 

jake leans over you so his knees are pressed against your side. his hands are gentle as he presses them against your back. they feel warm through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. “you’re so tense,” he whispers. you can almost see his furrowed eyebrows and slight frown as he slightly increases the pressure. 

you sigh, relaxing further into the bed. jake moves lower down your body, from your shoulders to your back and eventually down to your calf. slowly, the pain dissipates from your leg until the numb feeling is no longer there. 

he moves off of you, giving you room to roll onto your side. “better?” jake asks. 

you smile, pulling him into a quick kiss. “much better. thank you.” 

“i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

‧₊˚✩ sunghoon

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hoon is so pretty i am so jealous the gender envy i get from this man in unmatched

you gasp when you trip, tumbling off of the edge of the stage. pain shoots through your ankle when you clamber to your feet as you force yourself to stand back up. a staff member rushes to your side, quickly followed by sunghoon. 

“that was a hard fall, i want you to get checked out by a medic.” 

“but-” your manager’s concerned look is enough to make you stop resisting, instead letting sunghoon support your body weight as you wait for the emt. 

“are you okay?” sunghoon asks. you sigh, avoiding eye contact. 

“i can’t believe i fell off the fucking stage.” 

“hey,” sunghoon moves so he’s standing in front of you, lifting your chin so you’re looking at him. “don’t talk like that. you made a mistake. it’s okay.” he strokes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “we’ve never practiced here before. it’s not your fault.” 

you nod, letting his words console you. your ankle is already deep shades of red when you remove your sock and shoe. despite how gentle the emt is when he presses against the bones of your ankle, pain immediately shoots through your body. you flinch, tears building in your eyes. sunghoon rubs a hand against your back. you cling to his body as the medic looks up at you. 

“it looks like a hairline fracture,” he says. “it’ll take a few months to heal. we’ll get you some ice to put on it for now and then you’ll need to get an x-ray done.” 

“thank you.” he nods sympathetically at you before leaving, taking his bag with you. sunghoon presses a kiss against your temple, letting you lean further into his touch. 

“it’ll be okay. i promise.” 

“what about the concert?” 

“don’t worry about it.” he lifts your face so you’re looking up at him. “you just focus on getting better, okay? engene will support you either way.” 

“i love you.” 

sunghoon presses another kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.” 

[alien-magnolia]

Eddie Munson x fem! reader - Period Pains

Edit: this is my attempt at writing some good old Eddie smut. (Bc we all love him sm ✨🥰) But I did try to include a story too, of course. Barely edited.

Pairing : Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: Reader is on her period and Eddie comforts her. Smut below—MINORS DNI!!!

Fic warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, p in v, reader is over 18, fingering, kissing, penetration, unprotected sex, slight dom/top! Eddie, handjob/blowjob, teasing, Eddie being a bit possessive, a bit of breeding kink if you squint

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Period Pains

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, messy white sheets surrounding you. It was a rainy October afternoon, about 4pm. You and Eddie had just come back home from school, and his uncle had left for the night shift at the factory, about an hour ago. So you had the place to yourselves.

“Ah…,” you flinched, drawing one of your hands to your lower abdomen. “Hey. You okay, sweetheart?,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice from the other side of the trailer. “Yeah. Yeah — I mean don’t worry about me. Just a little pain, that’s all,” you sheepishly smiled. You didn’t want Eddie to worry any longer about you. He was already so sweet to you, always checking in, asking how you were, whether it’s on the good or bad days.

“What??…” you muttered as Eddie walked over to you with a concerned look on his face. “Y/n… tell me. This isn’t you usually. I mean I know you’re unhealthy as fuck …” he guffawed. “Eddie!,” you scoffed and batted him on the shoulder lightly. “But, seriously, I can tell when something’s wrong,” he continued.

“Should I tell him…” you wonder. He was sitting there, patiently waiting for you to answer, his deep brown eyes fixated on you. “Well, Eds, you know, I have my um… period. It’s been hurting me a lot these past few days.” He sat still for a second, and you were beginning to fear that he would be one of those men who didn’t understand. He was the opposite.

“Hey, that’s totally understandable with me, sweetheart. Women get periods, and they hurt. My poor girl. Come here.” He offered you a smile and pulled you in closer to him, so your head was now leaning on his chest, as both of you got comfortable on his bed. He slid his hand over your cheek, bringing you in closer and kissing you lightly. You practically melted at his touch. This, he knew. Eddie then slid a hand over to your shirt. “Ed’s…” you warned, yet quietly. “You wanna show me where it hurts, princess? I bet I can make the pain go away,” he mumbled, with a smug tone.

You knew this could go one of two ways. The first way would be that this would just be a quiet autumn night, the two of you cuddling on his bed with snacks and a horror movie. Both you and Eddie were suckers for horror, and lately you have been watching A Nightmare on Elm Street. The second way — he would fuck you senseless. You had a feeling this would incline towards the second way. Eds was sweet with you — even in the bedroom. But there’s always a cloud beneath the silver lining. He was rough, too.

“What do you say, y/n? Where does it hurt, baby?,” his voice snapped you back to reality. He was looking down at you, and you mumbled to him that you didn’t know. “You don’t know, hmm?,” he taunted. “Says the great y / n who always makes decisions first.” “What’s it to you, Munson?,” you jokingly snapped back. “Just concerned, is all,” he leaned closer to your face as he said it. Definitely the second way, you thought. He smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne — your favorite. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his pink lips, as he brought you in for a deep kiss. You smiled into the kiss — he could always make you feel so good and you knew it. “Let me take care of you, sweet thing,” he crooned. You were done for and he knew it. As he deepened the kiss, he pushed your body back towards the headboard of the bed. “Show me where it hurts, princess,” he said once more, this time with a dark glint to his eyes. You moved his hand down your stomach, closer and closer until it was between your legs. “Hurts right here Eds,” you whimpered quietly.

“Tsk tsk tsk, he chuckled. Is this where it hurts the most?” He asked, so innocently. It was going to drive you insane. “Yeah Eds,” you looked away shyly. “Lay back for me sweetheart.” You do just as he says. With one motion, he pulls off your shorts, and then your panties. “Open,” he says as he spreads your legs. You feel his hair tickle the side of your thighs, as he rubs his nose against you. “Such a pretty girl…,” he coos, and starts to slowly glide his tongue over you. You practically beamed from the praise. You were so wet, and all you could focus on were those brown eyes looking back up at you. His metal rings felt cold against your thigh, his big hands leaving marks from where he’s gripping you.

He ran his tongue expertly around your folds, using his fingers as a guide. He finds your clit and starts sucking on it — making you about to burst over the edge. “Ah… Eddie…” you stiffly moan. “N - I’m gonna…”

He then pulled away as you let out a small whimper. “Now, now, y / n. I can’t have you cumming just yet. Wouldn’t it be much better if you came on my cock instead?,” he asks sweetly. You can’t even look at him right now. “On your back for me, sweet girl.” He then pulls you further down, running kisses all over your neck and chest. He fumbles a bit trying to undo your light pink bra — you picked it out just for him. “Shit.,” he grimaces. “Eds, babe do you need a little help with that?,” you tease. Eddie sighs, defeated. You take that as an answer and unclasp your bra for him. “So big…” he stares in awe at your boobs. You and Eddie have sex a lot, usually every time you see each other. Yet he still can never get used to your boobs — he found them incredibly hot. He suckled your boobs as you ran your hand through his thick hair. You ran your knee over his jeans. You could feel that he was rock hard now — the sight of you and you alone drove him feral. And you loved it.

“Eds,” you whined. “Let’s get these clothes off you.” He obliged as you pull off his shirt, revealing his skinny frame with a few tattoos scattered all over his chest. He wore a guitar pick as a necklace, which you found to be incredibly cute. “Eds…” you say, looking up at him while giving your best puppy face. “I want a turn too,” you say, tugging at his belt. “Please?” “I can’t say no to that pretty little face of yours, princess. I’m all yours,” he motions and then sits on the bed, legs spread. You get below him and start unbuckling his belt and jeans with fervor. Finally, you get all that off and see his thick cock protruding through his boxers. One of the many things you loved about Eddie — he was, unlike other guys, quite well endowed. Maybe about 7 and a half inches, he bragged to you about it once. It was so pretty, his cock. Thick and long too, but skinner near the top. It was aching. You needed to soothe it. You traced the large veins that were bulging out of him as he moaned.

“What’s the matter, big girl? My cock too big for your pretty little mouth to handle?,” he crooned at you. “N-n-no Eds. It’s just fine,” you reply back to him. You begin to pepper some light kisses all over his swollen cock, especially the soft little head. You could see some pre-cum leaking out already, and you wipe that off with a little kiss, while your other hand holds his balls in place. “Feel how full they are, sweetheart? All full of cum, just for you,” he taunts. “You ready?,” he asks. You nod. He lifts your chin up with one hand. “Open that mouth for me.” You do as he says. He brings his face down to yours, and spits in your mouth. Leaving your mouth open, he slowly slides his cock in. You can feel all the veins and the warmth as he begins to fuck your face. You gag as you look up at him. “Doing so good for me, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well,” Eddie moaned, smiling. You loved looking up at him from down here. “Shit.. gotta fuck you right now.” he pulled out, you gagging. You okay?” “Mhmm.. you nodded, eager to take him down your throat again.

“Okay sweetheart…, he says with a grin. Want me to fill you up?” “You do nothing but nod vehemently. “Use your words, baby.” He says gently, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “I want you, Eddie. Please. Want your cock in me, filling me up,” you whimper. “Jesus. Now how can I say no to that face?” he moans.

He flips you over so you’re now on your Stomach. You arch your back and he uses his hands to spread you open a bit. “What a good girl. So ready for me,” he croons sweetly, before slowly sliding his length into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel yourself stretching around him. Ever so slowly, he reaches deep in you, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. “Eddie… you moan. So big…” “Yeah? He asks, with his eyes fixated on you. Well you be a good girl and take it now, okay? Think that sweet little pussy can take daddy’s cock?” His hands rightly grip your hips as he starts to pound into you faster and faster. “Fuck, princess… he moans. You’re so tight. His moans get louder and his voice gets deeper. He presses himself against you, you can feel his breath on your ear as he relentlessly pounds into you. Your vision getting blurry, you feel that coil building up in your stomach.

“Fuck Eds - gonna - ah - gonna cum,” you whine, your face all red from the overstimulation. “G-good, Eddie barely mutters out. M- I’m close baby,” he replies. Your eyes roll back into your head as you stop breathing, arching your back towards him as the orgasm rocked you in waves. He finishes soon after you, you feel the rumble of his grunts against your back. He then slowly slides out of you, his cock going limp. “Let me clean you up, you giggle, breathlessly, as you lick the cum right off him and swallow. “Taste any good, y / n?,” Eddie chuckles, smiling that infectious smile of his. “So good,”you chuckle. After you’re done, he brings a towel and gently wipes over your pussy, all red and sensitive.

“Not hurting you, am I, princess?” He rasps. “No Eds. Feels much better, actually.” “Oh yeah?” he asks. “Looks like all my girl needed was a bit of cock,” he chuckled, and gave you a few quick pecks along your cheek, running his fingers through your hair.

You put on a fresh pair of panties and his Hellfire shirt, which he found incredibly cute. You slowly walked over to the couch where he was waiting for you, and pulled you into his lap. “Hey y / n …” he starts. Yeah, baby? You reply. “I love you. You know that, right?” You chuckle. “Of course baby. I love you too. And I love that you care for me this much.” “You know it princess. You’re mine, don’t forget that.” “ I won’t, Eds.” You giggle, and bring him into a kiss. “Now how about a little Freddy Krueger to get us going?” Eddie stands up from the couch and comically does a little jig. Boy do you love him. Looks like you get both options after all - a cozy movie night, and some sweet time with your man. Best of both worlds.

[mulletcal]

memento mori - an ashton irwin one shot

a/n: hi friends!! i’m reposting this bc the first time i completely didn’t give the proper credit and i wanted to correct that!  this whole thing was inspired by @sexgodashton​‘s answer to this ask. and while i could have just edited the original post to include the credit, it wouldn’t have sat right with me personally to do that and just pretend like it was there the whole time. lau’s brain blows my mind every day w her creativity and she inspires me so much, thank you lau. thank you also to @myloverboyash​ for reading this over for me i appreciate u sm! word count: 2.5k

warnings: talks about needles, ashton being tattooed, smut, there’s riding, voyeurism (sort of? i don’t know rly but i wanna put the warning there just in case), ashton having a pain kink, light dom ash, spanking, i reused two things in these that i’ve used in the past but you know what??????? i kind of love it

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Ashton’s felt the pain of a tattoo before; he kind of enjoyed the sting, the drag of the needle. Ashton also enjoyed pain, but he never noticed how erotic the pain of a tattoo could be, the intimacy of being so close to someone’s skin, until he began to date a tattoo artist.

You met Ashton when he came into your shop one day, on the hunt for his typical tattoo artist. He was nothing short of a gentleman, something you weren’t used to when men came into the shop that you owned; Men didn’t take kindly to women being the boss of men they saw as the epitome of masculine, let alone the owner, the ultimate boss if you will. You would never forget the way his eyebrows shot up when you said you were the owner, a small grin on his lips as he asked if he could get his tattoo from you instead.

That was for his snake tattoo, and he was so excited at how it turned out that you did his rose tattoo as well. Ashton kept coming back to you, insisting on the rest of the guys coming to get tattoos from you; it wasn’t until you finished touching up Michael’s finger tattoos did he ask you out.

“I appreciate the boost in clientele, but if you wanted to take me out you could’ve asked sooner,” You had replied, slipping him your card with the business phone number crossed out and your personal written above it.

After that, the two of you had talked nearly every day while he wasn’t on tour, and he often slept over, leaving you being taunted from your employees the next day due to marks on your skin.

It wasn’t until the lockdown did you truly see how wild Ashton could be; he had chosen to quarantine with you, the most responsible option you felt because you would have tried to find a loophole to see him anyways. Ashton encouraged you to try new things with him you never thought were possible, and you were surprised at how much you loved it.

You were shocked to realize that he enjoyed not just the pain of being tattooed, but he had a little bit of a pain kink in general. He tried to shy away from it at first, but when the two of you seemingly had run out of exciting news hobbies to learn, Ashton brought up the idea of watching porn together, to get a feel of what the other person liked. You wish you had felt safe enough to record his reaction when you put on a favourite video of yours, watching him take an invisible pencil from behind his ear and pretending to jot it down.

A few moments after that, with Ashton and you definitely quite in the middle of something, your phone went off, alerting you that you would be allowed to reopen with a set list of guidelines. You’d tried to get as many of your clients in before the shutdown as possible, so you didn’t have too many to reschedule when you got back.

You and the rest of your team had decided to operate on a weekly basis, your employees being allowed to have the shop for the week, with the rules of you setting up additional cameras so you could check in to ensure they were following sanitary guidelines, and all transactions were cashless unless absolutely necessary.

The reopen was going well so far, from what you could tell. Your week had finally rolled around, and you made sure that you left yourself a free day so that you could deep clean the shop; however, that didn’t exactly go according to plan as Ashton asked if you could tattoo him, stating how it had been so long since he’d gotten one and he missed it. Of course, you immediately agreed, pulling up the list of ideas you both had brainstormed throughout the course of the lockdown.

When he got there, you enthusiastically unlocked the door, greeting him with a kiss. You were excited to use him as your canvas, even though it would likely only be something small.

“You ready love?” You asked him, scrolling through the list before looking back up at him.

“Mhm, I’ve been thinking about the list and I’ve really wanted that coin of mortality piece you drew, would you do that one on me?” Ashton had placed his hands on your thighs, tracing his thumbs in small circles against them.

“Well that makes it a bit easier for me, since it’s already drawn, let me just pull it up. Where do you want it?”

You cocked your head, your eyes slowly scanning down his body, checking him out in a way, but also curious where he would say to put it.

“M’thinking on my ribs, yeah?” He pulled back, eagerly lifting his shirt to show his left side.

You nodded, reaching out to gently trace your finger over where you thought the tattoo should go, “Like here, maybe?”

Ashton shivered at your touch, simply nodding before letting his shirt fall back down. With that, you went to print the stencil, definitely not unaware to Ashton’s eyes burning a hole into your skin.

When you turned to him with the freshly printed stencil, you grinned, “You know the drill, Irwin, hop on the chair.”

Rolling his eyes, he made a big show of stripping off his shirt and sitting in the chair. You decided it was probably the best option to have him lay on his right side with his arm just out of the way.  You prepped his skin, cleaning it and shaving it to make sure that no stray hairs would be in the way before you laid the stencil.  Ashton shivered once again, this time at the cool touch of the cleaning solution.

“Okay baby?” You asked gently, tattoo gun poised in your hand and ready to begin.

He hummed in acknowledgement, licking his lips though you couldn’t see.  You started with one small line, not missing the way Ashton sucked in a breath at the drag of the needle. Pausing to wipe at the ink, you briefly glanced up at him to see if he was alright.  Since you didn’t hear him oppose, you continued on with the outline.

Once the outline was completed, you wiped the area once more, sitting back to admire it so far, “Wanna see the outline or do you wanna wait till it’s done?”

Ashton’s breathing was slightly irregular, goosebumps raising on his skin as you cleaned off the area some more, looking for any spots in the outline that you may have missed, “I think I’ll wait til the end, thanks love.”

“Are you doing okay? We can pause you know, I know the ribs are a bit harder.”

“No, no.  It’s not that,” He was quick to say, glancing over his shoulder at you.  You could see something in his eyes, but it wasn’t pain or discomfort, instead his pupils were blown wide and he seemed aroused, maybe? “I’m just kinda enjoying the pain and I’m bracing myself for the shading.”

As you continued on, Ashton would occasionally, which would cause you to pause instantly to check on him.  He would wave you off, saying instead to keep going, that it felt good.  Had the two of you not been dating, Ashton may have felt a little embarrassed the way his cock was straining against his pants, but he knew that should you have free time afterwards, you could make complete use of the empty shop - or at least, he hoped you would.

With the shading completed, you wanted to finish off with some small white detailing.  Glancing up at Ashton, you sucked in a breath, “It’s time to do the white.  You gonna be alright or are you gonna cum in your pants if I do it?”

Ashton let out a laugh, swatting at your hand holding the paper towel, “Would rather cum in you, so hurry that ass up.”

You laughed, but the way he spoke made you press your thighs together as you changed the gun for the white detailing.  It took you a moment to get everything switched over, your mind continuously wandering to the very man whose back was facing you, lingering on the night before.  His bite marks on your breast and collarbone were still sore, but it made the anticipation of what was to come after you finished the tattoo even better.

Ashton let out quiet curses as you started the white detailing, the goosebumps returning to his skin.  He couldn’t believe how on edge he was, just from the sensation of the tattoo alone.  It was almost as if he understood now what Calum had meant when they discussed his chest tattoo, the vibrations sending chills up his spine.

He had to remember to keep breathing, that was the only way he was going to even be able to hold out long enough to make it through the tattoo, using your breaks in tattooing to take a deep breath, rolling his lower lip between his teeth.  Once you were done, you smiled brightly at the piece you had just finished, enjoying the fine detailing you were able to fit within the tattoo.

“Alright baby it’s done, go look in the mirror,” You spoke, touching his shoulder lightly so he could come down out of the daydream like state he seemed to put himself in.

Ashton stood, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the very obvious bulging in his jeans, your eyes unable to look up from that as he headed to the mirror to check it out.  “Shit, baby, it looks amazing.  You did a really good job.”

“Don’t I always?”

Ashton chuckled, nodding his head and headed back over so that you could clean it one final time and put the protective bandage over it.  As soon as that had been completed, you looked up at him.

“Alright, Irwin, sit in the chair laying flat,” you demanded, standing to your full height and looking him in the eyes.

“Oh she wants to be in control, does she?” Ashton asked with a quirk of his brow, but sitting in the chair and doing as he was told to anyways.

“I mean, sure, but it just makes the most sense to ride you while we’re here.  Also it’s easier to clean this up than the floor.”

“How do you know all of this?” “You wanna ask dumb questions, or do you want to fuck me?” You asked, hands on your hips.

Ashton smirked, running his fingers through his black locks before he reached down to undo the button on his jeans, tugging them down.  By the looks of it, he had gone commando, almost as if he was anticipating this.

You shimmied your leggings and panties down, checking behind you to make sure that you had the curtain fully closed.  Though the door was locked, you didn’t want passersby on the street to see into the shop.  Taking Ashton’s hand, you straddled his waist, placing your hands behind his head on either side of the chair once you got your balance.

“Finally can check something off our list, hm? Fucking in my shop.” You spoke next to his ear, removing one hand from behind his head so you could line his cock up with your entrance, sinking down slowly.  Both of you moaned at the feeling, now all too familiar for you.

Ashton grabbed your hips, keeping you steady as you got adjusted.  He had only been in you 12 hours before, but the size of him made you take a moment to adjust almost every time.  It was something you weren’t sure you could handle the first time you and Ashton had slept together, but that was also one of the first times that you didn’t need to be afraid of sex if it was with the right person.

Rolling your hips as a test, you groaned at the pull of his length against your walls, clenching around him.

“Keep that up kitten I really am not gonna last long,” He purred, squeezing your hips as you began a slow and steady rhythm.

You pressed kisses to his lips, his neck, just below his ear, anywhere you could reach really; you also took to tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging gently at each delicious thrust.  The pace of slow and steady didn’t last too long though, Ashton usually the type for hard and fast, which anyone could have guessed just by looking at the drummer.

While you were on top, Ashton decided he needed to take control, so his hands slipped to your ass, gripping tighter as he started to meet your hips at a brutal pace.  Tossing your head back, you gasped, digging your nails into his scalp; this only seemed to drive Ashton more, an almost animalistic growl tearing from his throat.  

His right hand left you for a split second, only to come crashing down against your cheek in a harsh slap that brought you forward so you could bury your face in his neck.  

“So good for me kitten, you like being spanked, don’t you? You love the pain almost as much as I do.” Ashton’s words were low in your ear, causing you to shut your eyes and nod in response.

“Yes, fuck.  Please more,” You begged, fingers clutching at any expanse of skin you could, dragging your nails across.  You began to nip at his neck as he delivered more slaps to your ass, the sting bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Ash, so close…”

“Yeah, baby? You gonna cum for me?” He moved lower in the chair, giving him a different angle so that his cock was dragging against your g-spot each time, “You wanna fuckin’ scream for me? Come on, who’s gonna hear you?”

His words drove you over the edge with you calling out his name, loudly at first, but then softly whispered like a prayer as he fucked you through it.  Ashton wasn’t far behind, his thrusts only growing more and more sloppy until he finally came with a low curse, your body shivering as he filled you.

When the two of you came down from your highs, you lifted off of him, whining at the loss of him, and also the warmth beginning to trail down your leg.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Ashton chuckled, still panting from the exertion.

“Please,” You laughed, bending down to pick up your pants when you had a thought.  “Hey Ash?”

“Yeah love?”

“Ever wanted to make a sex tape?” You asked, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“Never really thought about it, why?” Ashton looked at you, confused before brought over a dry paper towel and a wet paper towel to clean up the mess.

“Because we’re on not so candid camera,” Motioning to the newer camera you installed, the two of you burst out in a fit of laughter at the idea that you almost didn’t need to watch porn together, as you could watch yourselves if you really wanted to.

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Dating Lay Would Include…

A/N: okay !! so as you guys may know, there is a high chance of me opening applications for a new admin so keep on the lookout for that sometime soon [it also depends on the response i get, like if no one talks to me about it i’ll probably think no one is interested in being an admin so--]

Masterlists

okay so wow

it’s only been 14 days since the baekhyun one guys be proud i didn’t take 14 years

lmao jk MOVING ON

so you’re just a regular person

you live your life normally, working as a [profession/job]

to be honest, your work life takes up so much of your time, you don’t get to enjoy the luxury of plain old relaxation

it wasn’t always like that, but after your hard work got you noticed by your employer, he promoted you which meant more money, so who were you to complain

however, it also meant more hours

what is free time? you have no idea

but !! thanks to your countless overtimes and hours worked, you managed to grow a hefty amount of time off

which you took the moment your birthday neared

after that, you met up with your friends

friends: wow, look at that-- [Y/N]’s not working for once wowow what?? a?? rare?? occasion??

anywhoodle, your friend had become an intern at the one and only, SM Entertainment

and that week happened to be a ‘holiday’ of sorts, in which different ranks (of employees) were allowed to bring a friend or family member on a specific day

it was friday, the day for interns and other lower ranked positions

ps this is not a real holday lmao

so, she brought you

unfortunately,,, you got lost literally half an hour after you arrived

at that point, you were just wandering aimlessly down hallways

luckily for you, you were given a guest pass so you didn’t get reprimanded by security

as you passed a room, you could hear a familiar song being blasted from within

you naturally got curious and whoop-di-whoop you walked in without knocking

good job, very polite

you were shocked at what you saw

a man, presumably in his twenties, was dancing in the dimly lit room

he apparently didn’t see or hear you, too focused on his movements and on the music

you were just :o the entire time

his body moved fluidly, as if the bones and all the joints in his body didn’t feel pain as he bent this way and that

as you watched in just utter amazement, you didn’t notice the male sneaking up behind you

you too were focused on the dancer and the music

suddenly, someone -- the male -- firmly took hold of your shoulders

you let out a noise, perhaps a squeak, maybe not

your little noise alerted the wonderful dancer of your presence

the man, the one who had surprised you, chuckled

“wow, yixing, looks like you’ve got a fan here.”

yixing laughed a little, but he looked like he had no idea what was going on

same

anywAy you were reunited with your friend via security and nothing else really happened for the rest of the day

your life went as usual, until your birthday <<

your friends took you out to a restaurant and bOoM guess who you see

that’s right, the dAnCer from before

he was w a group of friends, but your own must’ve noticed you kept glancing over at their table because they started laughing

your intern friend was like wOaH [Y/N] yOu LiKe tHem??

they almost forced you to go over to their table bUt wow the boys did it for you

basically the same guy who had you by the shoulders walked up to your table, dragging yixing with him

“hi, hey, hello, i’m baekhyun-- i saw you last week, yes -- my friend would like your number”

cue awkward silence

your friends were practically convulsing in their seats while you were just ???

you made eye contact with yixing for a split second before he looked away in embarrassment -- from his friend or from the eye contact, you weren’t sure

“sure”

even baekhyun looked shocked, no one was expecting you to actually agree

that was the start of yours and yixing’s friendship tho, so it’s all good

at first, you only sent texts together like once a week but after you mentioned one of his favourite songs he instantly became the person you talked to most lol

rip your friends

anyway he didn’t catch feelings until like five months later

and when he realized he liked you he may or may not have accidentally confessed to you

oops he accidentally called you instead of kyungsoo and practically spilled about his crush

“... yixing”

“oh shit”

yes but anyway you were the one who asked him out

it was a pretty straight forward convo over the phone but both of you were left smiling at your phones once you hung up

woo we’ve reached the main part of this post

okay so

i feel like yixing would be such a sweet boyf

like, he’d randomly buy you gifts and be really nonchalant about it all, he’d compliment you at least twice a day, he tells you he loves you often, etc.

if you say something about his gifts, i.e “yixing pls are you trying to buy me over--”

“what do you mean? i just love you so much, you deserve the world and more.”

yeah he’ll say cheesy stuff like that sometimes

other times he just says and does the randomest things

like some days he’ll be really quiet for a while and then the moment you look over in his direction he’ll pull a strange face or just start dancing

you’re either ??? half the time or you’re joining in on the randomness

eventually he just gets you to join in honestly

overall a v fun relationship

anywho!! the first ily happened pretty early on

yixing was quite straight forward bc honestly he fell for you and your wonderful personality so quickly

so he had no shame in saying it

that by no means mean he forced you to say it back, he’d be willing to wait as long as he had to for you to say it

but!! when you did say it he was ecstatic

like

he was over the moon

he’d get this smile on his face, one different from the one you see in pictures and fancams

and he’d get really cuddly

a bit more than usual

from then on you guys say it like everyday

whenever he’s texting you and he has to go, he ends his texts w ‘ily xx’

and when he’s in town he always kisses your cheek good bye and says ‘i love you’ whenever he’s leaving or you are

moving on

your first kiss happened about a month after you two started dating

you were having one of those casual dates; pyjamas, food, movies in the living room, etc.

truthfully, you had picked a very boring movie but the two of you were too comfortable under your blankets to change it

so you just talked to each other the entire movie with it quietly playing in the background

he had his arm around you and you had your legs thrown over his lap

you talked about random things

from your job, to his career, to the puppy you saw earlier in the day

and while you were talking about something, you had this small smile on your face due to your enthusiasm for what you were talking about

yixing was staring at you with literally heart eyes bc ‘wow, i’ve been truly blessed to be in a relationship with an angel’

after a moment or two, you noticed how he was just looking at you fondly

you got flustered for a moment before relaxing under his gaze

it got really quiet, neither of you speaking

completely tuning out the movie, yixing leaned forward and just kissed you

it wasn’t a long kiss by any means, a second long at the most

but w o w his warmth was just transferred to you in a single second

he wouldn’t even say anything about it, instead he would press another kiss against your temple before bringing you closer to his chest

“i love you”

soft

okay so you two talk about pets quite a bit

sOrRy iF yoU’Re ALLeRgIC? you can have a golfish bubs

you would both love to have a pet but both of your jobs are quite demanding and you wouldn’t be able to take care of said pet very well

but you still talk about it a lot anyway

you live vicariously through the other member’s and your friends whom own pets

that was a short topic

moving on again

your first fight yikes

you two don’t fight fight that often

like, you have mini squabbles every now and then

over what movie you wanted to watch, whose playlist you’d play in the car, etc.

but the first actual fight you had was over nothing, really

you were both stressed from work and at that point you both just wanted to sleep for eternity

the two of you ended up having a little argument about something small

one thing led to another, you were leaving the vicinity and slamming the door without a single word

yixing didn’t follow, too tired to function as he normally would

it was only half an hour later when he realized that you had rushed out in anger

he got super worried because ‘what if you didn’t get home safely?’

he began to get super guilty

quickly rushing out of the dorms, with the boys asking why he was in such a hurry, he looked for you

he only realized after he stepped outside that it was raining

then he was literally in panic mode because you could hurt yourself somehow aNd get sick

so he basically stole one of the member’s cars and started to look for you

eventually, he found you standing underneath the shelter of a corner store

he easily recognized you from down the street, even though your head was bowed

as he parked the car, he noticed how you were shivering

he walked up to you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing up and down your arms

you jumped, but you relaxed after seeing who was in front of you

“yixing? what--”

“‘what’ doesn’t matter right now, you’re freezing. c’mon we’ll head back to your place where you can take a nice, hot bath.”

you just followed, staring at his back as you both walked

the drive to your house was in silence, even the radio was turned down

when the two of you arrived, he waited patiently for you to open the door, not uttering a word

after that, he told you to make yourself a hot chocolate [or tea, or coffee-- whatever you prefer] while he drew a bath

you just complied

by the time he came back into the kitchen, you were sitting at your kitchen table sipping on a cup of cocoa

he sat across from you; “the bath’s ready,” he said, even though it was quite obvious

you just left to bathe in silence

when you came back, yixing had fallen asleep at your kitchen table

you started feeling worse because ‘wow, i’ve taken so much time away from his day already and now he’s probably uncomfortable--’

you moved to shake him, so that he could sleep on your bed or something more comfortable, but he awoke before you could

he merely looked up at you, his head still in his arms

“i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry too.”

he shifted, stretching his arms

he smiled gently over at you, making you melt a bit inside

“what were we even fighting about?”

“if we can’t even remember, it was probably something dumb.”

standing up, yixing took your hand and brought you to your room

he slowly lied down, bringing you with him

his arm fell over your body, tugging you closer to his chest as he always did whenever you hugged

he pressed another soft kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and finally your lips

it was like his way of apologizing again

you could tell he was falling asleep because he started to blink longer

“yixing, we’re still in our outside clothes and we haven’t brushed--”

“shh, i’ll still love you in the morning even when you have stinky morning breath.”

“yiXING--”

you just laughed into his chest before relaxing

you could hear his beating heart, how it began to slow as he fell asleep

as you closed your eyes, the last thing you could remember was him shifting to hold your hand

okay wow

this took an hour

anywho-- a relationship with yixing would have so many sides to it

the soft, romantic side

the random yet amazing side

the serene, quiet side

and at times, a hyper side

overall, yixing would treat you like royalty

i’d hope you do the same for him

:)