Been thinking about Vampire!Baji and Vanpire!Reader for awhile
Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader
⥠SFW, fem reader, blood, biting, bank robbery (I swear it'll make sense when you read it lol), mention of Chifuyu âĄ
note: thanks for requesting anon â¤ď¸ I'm a solid week late with answering this, sorry đ
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đŚ First thing first...his teeth đŤ
đŚ His fangs are so sharp, they easily pierce your skin (and other people's)
đŚ Biting is your shared love language, you two walk around looking like you've been hit by a staple gun
đŚ He's your personal mirror, which is simultaneously good and bad because he could easily lie and say you look good
"Do I look alright Kei?"
"Um..lemme just" *smudges makeup* "There you go darling âĄ"
đŚ Chifuyu begs both of you to turn him into a vampire, he wants to be best friends for eternity
"Pretty please!"
"Absolutely not."
"That's very endearing Chi, but it's a no from me too."
đŚ Baji is perfectly capable of not drinking blood, he totally doesn't have immense cravings for it, and he definitely didn't rob a blood bank multiple times
đŚ He hates the sunlight, he'd definitely shield you both with a big umbrella during the day time
đŚ Loves driving you around on his motorcycle at night, there's great scenery and you don't have to worry about the sun, it's a win-win
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Taglist
@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe
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the suyeol lore is so crazy
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Ruby really just fucking went into the Ever After finding out just how badly all of her plan with Amity and getting help fast failed on top of the knowledge that she will always be a target for Salem to Grimmify her or worse for the rest of her life and also the way she has NO idea whether her mom is dead or worse anymore and having it left up to her imagination. AND on top of finding out that Atlas fell and so many people died and in the end it was quite literally all for nothing. AND on top of that Penny died anyway despite the fact that everything that sheâd ever wanted (finally being seen as more than just a war machine and making new friends) was finally coming true. Everything has well and truly gone to all shit possible in her mind, Penny dying wasnât even a last straw for her it was like half the payload getting dropped on her at maximum velocity. Iâm gonna go to bed <3
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oh my god it's 9 am
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Damn, why am I not making art? I should do that. [Lays on the couch consuming other people's art and not moving]
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Wet Dream
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Lando had a wet dream and he needs to take care of it. (1.7k words)
warnings: mdni, + 18, smut, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, needy!lando
a/n: this might or might not be inspired solely by this picture. i'm not gonna lie, this is pure smut. i apologise in advance. also i'm sorry for the abrupt ending đ i never know how to finish these. anyway, please send some requests!
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The only thing that could be heard in your shared room were your moans, loud and desperate for a release.Â
You were on top of Lando as he held onto your hips for dear life, his eyes closing as the overwhelming feeling of his incoming orgasm started to grow.Â
âAre you close, baby?â He managed to spit out. He needed to make sure he didnât come before you, so his thumb landed on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. Your moans were intensifying, and god, he loved the look on your face when you were about to come.
He opened his eyes and⌠nothing. Nothing but pure darkness.Â
He looked down at his crotch, only to spot his painful cock making a tent under the blankets. His breathing was heavy, and he was sweating a lot.Â
Fuck.Â
He released the bedsheets he didnât realise he was fisting and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.Â
He looked next to him and spotted you there, peacefully sleeping and completely unaware of the dream he just had.Â
He closed his eyes again, hoping he would be able to ignore his painful cock, but of course he couldnât, because as soon as he closed his eyes, flashes of his wet dream and how undeniably beautiful you looked riding him came back to him.Â
He took another deep breath as he opened his eyes, once again encountering the dark room. His hand was slowly sneaking down the blankets, and when he finally found his bulge, he gave it a hard squeeze for some relief. He let out an involuntary moan, not loud enough so that it would wake you up, but the room was so silent he thought it would.Â
He knew he wouldnât be able to keep it in, so instead of trying to relieve himself right next to you, he knew the right thing would be to go somewhere else and not disturb your sleep.Â
He got up carefully and left the bed, looking back at you, before locking himself in the bathroom.Â
He sat on the closed toilet, pulling down his boxers and finally freeing his aching member. He squeezed it again, and again, and again, before he started stroking it slowly. His grip was firm, and his groans were low as he finally gave it what it so desperately needed.Â
Using his spit and the pre cum leaking from his tip, his strokes got faster, and Lando rolled up his shirt and trapped it between his teeth as he looked down at his hand, his mind trying to replace it with your pretty mouth. With that image in his mind, it got harder to contain his moans.Â
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
You rolled over, expecting to find your boyfriend to cuddle, like you always did. Instead, all you found was an empty spot next to you. It was still warm, so you knew he hadnât been gone for too long.Â
You closed your eyes again, figuring heâd be back in just a moment, but you heard something that made you open them again. A loud breath that you thought could only mean something had happened.Â
You got up immediately, worried as you made your way to the bathroom. But once you were close enough, it clicked. You finally understood what he was doing.Â
You were about to turn around, go back to bed, and pretend like it never happened, figuring he needed some privacy to finish his business, but something between your legs was begging you to help him out and calm down whatever had gotten into him.
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
He was being louder than he intended, but it felt so good he didnât even realise. His shirt was still between his teeth and his eyes now squeezed shut as he tried to bring himself to a sweet release.
His mind was replaying his dream, echoes of both of your moans filling his ears and the vivid image of you on top of him, something he wished he could plaster in his eyelids, until he heard a knock on the door that made him stop what he was doingÂ
âYou okay in there?â He heard you ask from the other side of the door. Shit.Â
âHuh?â Was all he managed to say.Â
âCan I come in?â
âNo!â He was quick to reply, âIâll be right out.â
He couldnât help but be embarrassed, feeling like a teenage boy who was just caught getting off where he wasnât supposed to. He was ready to just go back out and act like he wasnât just jerking off to a dream he just had.
âAre you sure you donât need any help?â You asked. You didnât hear him say anything after that, and you instantly regretted interrupting him. Maybe that was something he needed to do alone. Maybe he needed a release but didnât need⌠you.Â
Those thoughts were interrupted when you heard shuffling inside, followed by footsteps that got louder as he got closer to the door.Â
Lando opened it, his hair messy and his shirt wet from stuffing it in his mouth. âYes, please,â he said with begging eyes.Â
You crashed your lips into him, pulling him back to the bed.Â
âI canât believe you were doing that without me,â you said against his lips.Â
âI didnât wanna bother you.â He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, hands falling on your hips as he brought you closer to him.Â
You moaned when you felt his hard cock against you. âAnd keep this from me?â You asked as you moved your hips.
He bucked his hips involuntarily, the friction feeling delicious against your wet core. You kept moving on top of him as he discarded your sleeping garments, falling somewhere on the floor. You decided to do the same for him, getting rid of his shirt and running your hands up and down his muscles.
Neither of you could control the sounds that were falling from your lips, and yours only got louder when his right hand sneaked between your almost naked bodies to find your folds. He pushed one finger inside you, pumping vigorously.
âMhm, already so wet for me,â he mumbled against your skin, his lips travelling down your neck.
âCouldnât help it, it sounded like you were having fun in the bathroom,â you said, and you could feel a smirk creeping on his lips.
âWell, you drive me crazy even in my dreams.â
âIs that what happened?â
He hummed in response. âYou shouldâve seen how pretty you looked riding me.â
âLetâs make it come true then.â You pushed him on his back and got rid of his last piece of clothing, letting you see how needy his cock was.Â
You admired him for a moment, and you could see him struggling to keep his hands to himself. When you finally decided you were ready, you started crawling to get on top of him, your hands landing on his bare chest.
âReady?âÂ
âIâm always ready for you.â He replies, as sweet as ever. âFuck, youâre so wet and beautiful,â Lando said, holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable, both of your legs on either side of him. He gave your hips a hard squeeze as you got situated, just like in his dream.
You finally took his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly as you guided it to your dripping hole, a sigh of relief leaving your mouths when you sank down.
He groaned as his grip on your hips tightened when you lifted and sank back down onto him slowly.
âFeels good, baby?â
âSo, so good.â His head fell back into the pillows when you rolled against him, and you couldnât help but smile when he whimpered again. After a moment, he looked up at you. âY/N?â He moaned your name, but it sounded more like a question.
You brushed a stray of his dark curls off his forehead. âYeah?â
He let out another moan, his eyes falling to where youâre connected before meeting your eyes. âFaster, please.â And you listened, you began to ride him faster. âJust like that, baby,â Lando cried out.
You moaned as his dick spread you out. You began to bounce down faster and harder. Lando was losing his mind as he watched you move faster, your nails scratching down his torso. He was filling you so good he had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head every time his cock hit that sweet spot.
âNot gonna last long,â he warned you, his thumb finding your clit without even looking, although his eyes were on you the entire time, all of you, how your pussy looked as it swalowed his cock, how your boobs bounced with every roll of your hips, how your face contortioned in pleasure, and how your mouth fell open to let out the prettiest sounds heâs ever heard. He didnât dare to look away; in case he was dreaming again, he didnât wanna miss a single detail, and letâs face it, he didnât wanna wake up this time.
âIâm close,â you breathed out, your legs burning from riding him, but you didnât care; you only cared about how good he felt inside you.
âCum with me, baby.â Both his hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he planted his feet on the bed to thrust up into you and help you move faster and more aggressively, trying to push you both over your edges.
Your own hand went to rub small circles where you were missing him as your other one fell on his shoulder to hold onto something, and before you knew it, you were coming around him. Your toes curled into the sheets, and your body trembled on top of his, making you fall forward and collapse across his defined chest.
"Fuck,â he whimpered when you squeezed him repeatedly.Â
Lando had to do all the work himself, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours, because your body wouldnât and couldnât move anymore as your orgasm racked through you. With four hard thrusts to your cunt, his load of cum shot up into your pussy and coated your slick walls.
Your bodies laid together as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand was rubbing your back, and his lips left a kiss on your temple, something he always did after you had sex.
âSo, you had a sex dream?â You asked after a moment of silence. Lando chuckled at your question, kissing your shoulder softly before replying.
âAnd you just made it come true.â
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please i'm begging you (please don't feel pressured if your life is busy đ) we need pt 2 to the angst i can't handle this đ my heart đ the writing is too good that i'm feeling things đ
was i stupid to love you?
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: summary :: when he downplays your feelings
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: feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris
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: genre :: angst; hurt/comfort
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: word count :: 4.6k
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 : a/n :: open ending, don't forget to vote after so i can get a bit of feedback :3 kinda rushed so might contain lots of typos sorryyyy!!
( part 1 )
Charles Leclerc
The house party buzzed with music and laughter, a cacophony that drowned your thoughts as you stormed through the crowded rooms. Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt, knowing Charles was right on your tail, determined to catch you before you could reach Arthur.
Your boyfriendâs hand wrapped around yours just as his brother turned around to look at you guys. You stomped your feet as you shook your head to dismiss Arthur and follow your boyfriend who quietly kissed your head in gratitude before you could step away.
âWhat is going on with you?!â Your voice trembled with barely contained fury as you confronted Charles in a quieter corner.
Charles sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. âI donât know, baby. Iâm so sorryââ
âYou told me off when you should know that Iâm right!â Your voice rose involuntarily. âShe fucking leaned in thinking that you were gonna choose her.â
âY/N, please listen to me,â Charles said earnestly, stepping closer to you. âI messed up. I know. But I would, never in a hundred years, choose anyone let alone her over you.â
You looked into Charles' eyes, seeing the sincerity and pain reflected in them. Your anger began to melt, replaced by a swirl of conflicting emotions.
âYouâre just saying what I want to hear and I don't like it,â you said, your voice softer now, searching for clarity.
âItâs the truth,â Charles declared, his voice tinged with regret. âI know Iâve hurt you baby and I'm sorry for that but I canâtâ I wouldnât be able to forgive myself if I watched you leave with my brother. Let me drop you home, okay?â
Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and hurt mixing with the love you still felt for him. Charles gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.
âY/N, please,â Charles pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. âI never want to make you feel like you need to run away from me. I want to talk this out, please give me a chance to make things right.â
You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to forgive him and the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.
âOkay,â you finally whispered, feeling emotionally drained. âLet's go.â
Charles nodded, relief washing over his face. He led you out of the noisy party, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. The cool night air outside provided a stark contrast to the heated emotions inside.
As Charles drove you home, neither of you spoke. The silence was filled with unspoken words and the weight of what had just transpired. But Charles kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of regret and love.
When you arrived at your shared apartment, Charles parked the car but made no move to get out. He turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable.
âI'll leave if you want me to,â Charles said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. âBut please, Y/N, give us a chance to talk tomorrow. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right.â
You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love that still lingered despite everything. Tears fell down your cheeks as you nodded slowly.
âI need time,â you admitted softly, your voice barely audible. âTime to sort through this.â
Charles nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. âTake all the time you need,â he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. âI'll be here, whenever you're ready.â
âWhere will you go?â You asked, not wanting to leave just yet.
âTo your brotherâs house,â he joked and smiled cheekily when you let out a small laugh.
âI love you,â Charles continued and seemed satisfied when you saw your tinted cheeks, giving into the temptation to kiss your hand. âIâll stay at Arthur's for the night.â
With that, you stepped out of the car, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You watched Charles drive away, feeling the distance between you both but knowing that perhaps, with time, you could find a way back to each other.
Lando Norris
You sat in the break room at work, your lunch untouched in front of you. The memories of last nightâs events still stung, the image of her hand on Landoâs thigh and the lipstick on his collar replaying in your mind.
Just as you were about to take a sip of water, the door swung open, and there he was, yourâ ex? âboyfriend, looking desperate and determined. You knew there was a possibility heâd try to catch you at work given that youâd taken away all other means.
âY/N, can I please?â he said, his voice pleading as he pointed towards the hallway.
You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty hall, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.
You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty conference room, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.
âY/N, please,â he started, his voice trembling slightly. âIâm so sorry about last night.â
You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. âBet you had a good time, huh?â
âNo, I didn't,â Lando said in disbelief before he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. âNothing that happened there was intentional. We were all drinking, and she... she got too close. I should have pushed her away. Iâm sorry.â
You scoffed, anger bubbling up again, finally fired up enough to speak your mind. âHer hand was on your fucking thigh, Lando. And your collarâ her lipstick was all over it. How do you explain that?â
He winced, clearly pained by the memory. âI know it looks bad, but it wasnât what it seemed. She leaned in close to talk to me, and I didnât realize she had left a mark. It was aâ just a stupid mistake, and I should have been more aware.â
âMore aware?â you echoed, your voice rising. âYou should have cared about how it would make me feel! Instead, you shrugged it off like it was nothing.â
âI didnât mean to shrug it off,â he said, stepping closer. âI was wrong. I should have reassured you, should have shown you that youâre the only one that matters to me. Baby, please just let meââ
You looked away, the pain still fresh. âItâs not just about the lipstick or her hand. Itâs about how you made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didnât matter.â
âThey do matter,â he said, his voice breaking. âMore than anything. I was an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately. I should have come to you and told you everything before you saw it for yourself.â
âYou know I only want you,â he added softly, his eyes pleading with you.
You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. âThatâs the thing, Lando. I donât know that. I actually believe that yâ you donât at all.â
Landoâs eyes filled with tears as a broken whisper of your name left his mouth. âI h.. have never, I never will. Ever.â He stressed. âWant anyoneâ need anyone the way I want you.â
You kept quiet as you looked at him trying to catch himself. Lending him your hand that he squeezed in return.
âI canât believe you would ever believe that but I understand and, I promise⌠Iâll be more mindful, more respectful. Iâll make sure everyone knows Iâm taken, that Iâm yours. Please, give me a chance to make it right.â
The weight of his words hung in the air, and you let out a slow breath, trying to not have a breakdown at your workplace. âItâs going to take time, Lando. Trust isnât rebuilt overnight.â
âI know,â he said, relief washing over his features. âAnd Iâm willing to do whatever it takes. Iâll prove to you that Iâm worthy of your trust.â
âOkay,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âIâll give it a thought, Lando. But if you hurt me again, weâre done.â
âI understand,â he said, his voice filled with determination. âThank you, Y/N. I wonât let you down.â
Max Verstappen
The streets were bustling with late-night revelers, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. The restaurant's neon sign flickered as you stepped out into the cool night air, your phone clenched tightly in your hand.
Three hours. You had waited for three hours, hoping Max would show up for your anniversary dinner, only to find out from the story of your mutual friend that he was out with her again.
On your anniversary.
You made your way through the crowded streets, not caring where you ended up. You just needed to get away, to think, to process the hurt and betrayal. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket, but you ignored it. Max's calls and messages could wait. Right now, you needed space.
After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself at the edge of the city, near the river. The quiet contrast of the flowing water was a welcome change from the city's noise. You sat on a bench, pulling your jacket tighter around you as a light drizzle began to fall. The soft patter of rain on the water's surface was soothing, but it didnât dull the ache in your heart.
Minutes turned into an hour, and the rain intensified. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you glanced at it. Last message from Max was a minute ago
Max: Y/N, please. Where are you? Let me explain. Iâm looking for you.
You sighed, wiping away the raindrops mixed with your tears. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally typed a reply.
You: By the river. Near the old bridge.
You didnât know why you told him, but some part of you wanted to hear him out. To understand why he kept doing this. Why would he even waste time with you if he was already in love with someone else?
God. Even the thought of that brought up a real pain in your chest. The rain fell harder, and you huddled under the small awning of a nearby building, trying to stay somewhat dry.
After what felt like an eternity, you saw a figure running towards you through the rain. It was Max, drenched and breathless. He slowed as he approached, his eyes filled with worry and regret. HIs clothes were all over the place, untucked and wrinkled and you only drew the worst conclusion.
âY/N,â he gasped, stopping a few feet away. âThank God, you're okay.â
You stood up, arms crossed defensively. âYouâve got five minutes, Max. Make it count.â
He nodded, taking a step closer. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I know Iâve let you down. I was with her tonight because sheâs going through a really rough time. She had no one else to turn to.â
You narrowed your eyes, the skepticism clear. âOn our anniversary? How convenient.â
He flinched at your tone but didnât back down. âI know itâs no excuse. I should have told you. I thought I could help her quickly and still make it to dinner. I didnât realize it would take so long.â
You shook your head, the anger bubbling up again. âThis isnât the first time, Max. How many times have I had to wonder if sheâs really just a friend? How many times have you put her before me?â
Max stepped closer, his eyes pleading. âIâve been blind, Y/N. I didnât see how much I was hurting you. Thereâs nothing romantic between us. Sheâs just a friend, and she needed my help. But I see now that Iâve been unfair to you.â
Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. âI donât know if I can keep doing this, Max. The constant worry, the feeling like Iâm not enough. Itâs tearing me apart.â
He reached out, tentatively taking your hand. âYou are more than enough, Y/N. Iâve been an idiot, and Iâm so sorry. I love you, and I donât want to lose you.â
You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All you saw was sincerity and regret. âHow can I trust you again, Max? What did she even need help with?â
He squeezed your hand gently. â She saw her ex at the club and he was being an asshole. I just went over for five to put him in his place when one of her friends posted the story. Iâm sorry for the delay, baby. I know I should've been more transparent about everything. Just please, give me a chance to make things right.â
âIs she okay?â You took a shaky breath, your heart aching with the desire to believe him and he exhaled when you pulled him under the shit excuse of shelter you had from the rain.
âSheâs okay. I promise I won't ever embarrass you this way again, baby. You wonât ever have to sit and wonder if I'm bailing because I found someone else or not.â Max took another deep breath. âI never will, baby, you are the only one I want. I will never find anyone.â
You closed your eyes, the tears spilling over as you hugged him. âI wanna go home.â
âOkay letâs go home, baby.â Max gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. âBut I need you to know. You are my priority, Y/N. Iâll never let you feel otherwise again. I love you more than anything, and Iâll spend every day proving it to you.â
You leaned into his touch, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain as you hugged him.
He sighed again, closing his eyes to soak in this. âHappy anniversary, baby. I love youâ
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a tired smile.
Carlos Sainz
Carlos's pleas had grown quieter, the urgency in his voice replaced with a softness that seemed to seep through the crack under the door.
You could hear his breath hitching, a clear sign that he was on the verge of breaking down himself. But you couldnât get yourself to stand up as you sat on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears still streaming down your face as you tried to block out the sound.
âY/N, please,â he choked out, and you could hear the tears in his voice now. âI'm so sorry. I... I don't know what else to say. I can't lose you.â
The sincerity and raw emotion in his voice cut through you in a vicious manner, and against your better judgment, you found yourself getting up. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening the door just a crack.
Carlos was standing there, his eyes red and swollen from crying. When he saw you, a look of profound relief washed over his face. âThank you,â he whispered.
You stepped back, letting him in. He walked in slowly, as if afraid to invade your space, and you closed the door behind him. The silence was heavy, each second stretching into an eternity.
âI'm so sorry,â Carlos said again, his voice trembling. âI swear, I didn't know she was going to kiss me. If I had known, I would have never invited her. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own shaking voice. âBut you did invite her, Carlos. And I told you to cut her off so many times. Why didn't you listen?â
He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. âI thought... I thought we were just friends. I didn't realize she felt that way about me. And when she kissed me, I was so shocked. Iâ I froze. I'm an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately.â
âYou should have,â you echoed, your voice breaking as you recalled that scene and it felt like someone was physically stabbing you. âDo you have any idea how much it hurt to see that?â
Carlos stepped closer, his eyes pleading. âI know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Y/N. You're the only one I want to be with.â
You looked down, tears falling onto the floor. âHow do I know that, Carlos? How do I know you won't let this happen again?â
He gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. âBecause I canât ever go through this again. I donât want to know what it feels like to almost lose you. I'll cut her off completely. I promise you, baby, just, anythingâ it will never happen again.â
You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. âIt's not just about cutting her off, Carlos. I can never get that image out of my brain now. What if you just wake up tomorrow that you didnât get rid of her because yoâ youâŚ?â
You trailed off but Carlos understood and immediately shook his head. âNo,â he said firmly. âI will never wake up with anyone other than you in my heart. Youâre the one I love, the one I am going to live my life with.â
He didnât let you speak as he carried on,âI understand. Trust is earned, not given. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that you can trust me.â
You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. âI want to believe you. But it's going to take time. A lot of time.â
âI know,â he said softly. âAnd I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. Just please, don't shut me out. Let me be there for you.â
You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love in them. Despite everything, a part of you still loved him deeply. âOkay,â you whispered. âBut you have to understand, it's going to be hard. I'm still hurt, and it's going to take a while for me to heal.â
Carlos nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. âI'll be patient. I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I'll do everything I can to make it right.â
âAlright.â You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. âJust... don't make me regret it.â
âI won't,â Carlos stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. âI love you, Y/N. More than anything.â
You gave him a small as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of emotions, âI love you too, Carlos. That's why this hurts so much.â
He pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. âWe'll get through this. Together.â
Lewis Hamilton
You paced around your apartment, the anger and hurt from the argument still fresh. The silence after the exchange with Lewis was deafening. You couldnât believe he said those things. Your phone buzzed on the couch, but you ignored it, needing space to process.
A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. It was loud and persistent. You hesitated, hoping it wasnât who you thought it was.
âY/N, please open up. I need to talk to you,â Lewisâs voice came through the door, sounding desperate.
You took a deep breath and opened the door. Your boyfriend stood there, looking remorseful.
âWhat do you want, Lewis?â you asked, your voice cold.
âCan I come in? Please, we need to talk,â he pleaded.
You stepped aside reluctantly, letting him in. He walked into the living room, turning to face you with regret etched on his face.
âIâm sorry, Y/N,â he started, his voice soft as he ran a hand over his face. âI didnât mean what I said. I was frustratedâ but thatâs no excuse.â
âYou really hurt me,â you said, crossing your arms defensively knowing you had to support yourself before you start crying again. âAnd you were so fucking cruel about it!â
âI know, and I hate that I did that to you,â he replied, his eyes sincere. âIâve been spending too much time with her, and Iâve been blind to how itâs been affecting youâ us. Affecting us.â
âWhy do you keep seeing her then? If sheâs just a friend, why does it feel like sheâs more important than me?â you demanded, your voice shaking.
âSheâs not more important than you,â he said quickly. âIâve let the boundaries blur, and I didnât realize how much it was hurting you. Iâm sorry.â
Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. This was not what you expected. You were ready for a fight, sure that Lewis would come with his own weapons out but this was undoing you.
âItâs not just about her, Lewis. Itâs about us. Youâve been distant, and I feel like Iâm losing you.â
Lewis nodded, looking pained and sick. âYouâre not losing me, Y/N. Iâve been an idiot, and Iâve taken you for granted. I want to fix this.â
âHow?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Desperately clinging onto him to make amends because you couldnât see any in hindsight.
âBy being more present, by setting boundaries, and by showing you every day how much you mean to me,â he said, taking your hands in his. âPlease give me a chance to make this right.â
âWords arenât enough anymore,â you said, looking down at your joined hands.
âI know,â he nodded. âBut I'm willing to go through any lengths, Iâll prove to you that youâre my priority.â
You searched his eyes, seeing the determination and regret. âI want to trust you,â as your voice cracked, the very first tear fell down your face and Lewis immediately grabbed you as he pulled you to lay your head on his chest.
âI canât thoughâ I wish I could but I can't get hurt again.â
âI understand and I promise you can shoot me if I hurt you againâ he said. âI love you, Y/N. Iâll do whatever it takes to make this right.â
You leaned into his embrace, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. âI love you too.â You felt him take a sigh as he held you tight against his warm body.
âAnd I need you to understand that my feelings are valid,â you continued as you soaked his shirt with your tears. âWhen I tell you something bothers me, I need you to listen and not dismiss it.â
âI promise Iâll listen,â he said, his voice full of sincerity. âIâll do better because losing you would end me.â
You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift slightly. As you stood there in your boyfriendâs arms, you realized that healing would take time but there was no one else you would rather heal with. Though only time could tell what the future held for you.
Oscar Piastri
You closed your eyes as you heard the door of your best friend's apartment being knocked on again. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotionsâanger, betrayal, sadness.
You replayed the messages over and over in your head, each one cutting deeper than the last as you contemplated whether letting Oscar in would be a good decision. You finally made the decision when you heard the neighborâs lock moving.
You pulled him in before they could open their door or call the cops and finally took a look at him. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red from holding unshed tears as they glossed over once he finally took you in.
âY/N,â Oscar started, moving towards you with open arms. âThanks for letting me in.â
âI almost didn't.â You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your voice steady as you stepped away from his open arms. âBut you were waking up the whole damn building.â
Oscar nodded, looking down at the ground. âI deserve that.â You took a deep breath, desperate to get this over with.
âWhy, Oscar? Why did you lie to me?â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI... I was scared you'd get upset. I thought if I told you the truth, you'd leave me.â
âAnd now?â you scoffed, your voice rising. âYou think I'm not upset now? You think lying to me makes it any better?â
He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. âY/N, I made a mistake. A huge mistake. But nothing happened between me and her, I swear. We were drunk, and she sat on my lap for a picture. It was stupid and irresponsible, but that's all it was.â
You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. âDo you have any idea how that made me feel? Seeing her on your lap after you told me she wasn't even going to be there?â
Oscar reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back once again and his eyes brimmed with tears. âY/N, please. I love you. I was an idiot, but I love you. I need you to believe that.â
You wiped your eyes, trying to compose yourself. âHow can I believe you, Oscar? When I don't even know if you really want me?â
He swallowed hard, his tears finally falling out of his eyes. Oscar looked defeated as if he was fighting a battle already lost.
âPlease donât say that. Youâre the only person I want. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I'll never lie to you again. I'll be completely honest, even if it's something I think will hurt you. Just... please give me a chance to make it right.â
You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. You saw only earnest regret and a desperate longing for forgiveness. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still so raw.
âI don't know if I can,â you whispered. âYou've broken my trust, Oscar. And that's not something you can just fix with words.â
He nodded slowly. âI know. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll go to counseling, I'll give you access to my phone, my social media, anything you need to feel secure. Just please, donât give up on us.â
You stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. You looked around the dimly lit apartment, as you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts.
âOkay,â you said finally. âIâm willing to discuss this in the morning. But if you lie to me again, if you hurt me again, we're done. Do you understand?â
Oscar's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination as his chest heaved. âI understand. I promise you, Y/N, I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again.â
You nodded, as your lips quivered. âI hope so. Because I don't think I can go through this again.â
He stepped closer, cautiously taking your hand. You allowed it, feeling the warmth of his touch. âThank you,â he said softly. âI won't let you down.â
You stood together, still holding hands. The silence between you was different nowâtentative, but with a flicker of understanding. You had a long way to go, but for the first time since those fateful messages, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not all was lost.
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spencer reid x reader
SUMMARY: Where Y/N's cramps decide to appear during the night, forcing her to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine; or not, that's Spencer's duty.
WARNING: Period cramps, extremely fluff.
REQUESTED?: No.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
A/N²: First time finally posting for Spencer. Had that idea during the night while being almost killed by my period đđťđ
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The room was quiet and dark, bathed in the soft, silver light of the moon filtering through the curtains. Y/N lay in bed, cocooned under the covers, her body curled in on itself as a dull, persistent pain radiated through her abdomen. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale a quiet, measured release that belied the turmoil of discomfort brewing inside her.
Spencer's arm was draped protectively over her, his body warm and solid against her back, his slow, rhythmic breathing, the only sound in the room. Despite his reassuring presence, Y/N couldn't shake the pain that twisted her insides like a vise, each cramp rolling over her in relentless waves.
She shifted slightly, trying to find a position that would offer some relief, but the movement only seemed to intensify the discomfort. Y/N bit down on her lower lip, stifling a groan that threatened to slip past. The last thing she wanted was to wake Spencer. He had only returned home a few hours ago, exhausted from a grueling case that had kept him away for days. He needed the rest, and she couldn't bear the thought of disturbing his well-deserved sleep.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes softening as they landed on his peaceful, sleeping form. His face was relaxed, free of the lines of worry and stress that so often creased his brow. His hair was tousled, his lips slightly parted, and he looked so serene, so utterly at peace, that Y/N felt a pang of guilt for even considering waking him.
Carefully, she began to extricate herself from his embrace, inch by inch, her movements slow and deliberate. She held her breath, pausing each time Spencer stirred slightly, her eyes fixed on his face, waiting for any sign that he was waking up. When his breathing remained steady, she continued, finally slipping free from the warmth of his body.
The room was cooler outside the cocoon of blankets, and a shiver ran through her as her feet touched the cold floor. Y/N pressed a hand to her abdomen, wincing at the sharp twinge of pain that followed. She needed to get to the pharmacy to pick up some painkillers that would help dull the ache enough for her to get some rest.
She moved quietly across the room, gathering a pair of sweatpants and an old sweater from Spencer from their shared closet. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled the sweater over her head, the fabric catching on her hair. She grimaced, tugging it down and slipping her feet into her sneakers, each movement sending a jolt of pain through her abdomen.
Y/N made her way to the door, pausing to glance back at Spencer, still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. She felt a pang of affection mixed with guilt, knowing she should have taken care of this sooner, knowing that she should have restocked her medicine cabinet days ago. But life had been busy, and she had been distracted. Now, she was paying the price.
Just as her hand reached for the doorknob, Spencerâs voice, thick with sleep, cut through the silence like a knife.
"Y/N?" He mumbled, his voice groggy and confused. "Where are you going?"
Y/N froze, her heart skipping a beat. She turned to find Spencer propping himself up on one elbow, his eyes still heavy with sleep, blinking at her in the dim light. His brow was furrowed, concern already etching lines into his features as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
"Hi baby... I'm sorry, I didnât mean to wake you." She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Iâm just going to run to the pharmacy real quick. Iâll be back before you know it."
Spencerâs puppy eyes widened slightly, the fog of sleep clearing as worry took its place.
"The pharmacy?" He repeated, his voice hoarse. "Whatâs going on? Why do you need to go to the pharmacy at this hour?"
Y/N hesitated, biting her lip. She hated making him worry and hated seeing the lines of concern deepen on his face. But she also knew there was no use in hiding the truth. Spencer was too perceptive for that.
"Iâm having really bad cramps." She admitted, her voice laced with a hint of the pain she was trying to suppress. "I ran out of painkillers, and I just need to get some so I can sleep."
Spencerâs expression shifted immediately, his concern morphing into something more protective, more determined. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself upright.
"What? Honey, youâre not going anywhere." He said firmly, his voice still thick with sleep but gaining strength. He stood up, his tall frame looming over her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Not in this pain, and not in the middle of the night. You should be lying down, resting, not wandering around, looking for medicine."
Y/N blinked at him, momentarily taken aback by the force of his response.
"Spencer, itâs really okay." She began, trying to sound reassuring. "I can handle it. I didnât want to wake you because you need your rest. Iâll just go quickly and-"
"No." Spencer interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. He crossed the room in a few strides, his hands coming to rest gently on her shoulders, guiding her away from the door. "You shouldnât have to handle this alone, and you definitely shouldnât be out there at this time of night, especially when youâre in pain." His hands slid up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks. "Iâm going to go get what you need, okay? You stay here and rest."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the concern that softened his features, the gentle resolve that made her heart ache with love.
"Spence, I donât want to be a burden." She said quietly, her voice wavering. "Youâve been working so hard, and I just didnât want to trouble you."
Spencerâs expression softened even more, a small, affectionate smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"You could never be a burden, love." He said softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "Taking care of you isnât trouble. Itâs what I want to do. Please, let me do this for you."
Tears pricked at the corners of Y/Nâs eyes, the warmth of his words seeping into her and mixing with her period emotions, soothing more than just the physical pain. She nodded slowly, unable to find the words to express what she was feeling. Spencerâs smile widened, relief washing over his features. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back.
"Okay." He said, his voice gentle. "Hereâs what weâre going to do. Youâre going to lie back down, and Iâm going to heat up your hot water bottle. Then Iâll run to the pharmacy, and when I get back, Iâll make you some tea. Deal?"
Y/N couldnât help the small, grateful smile that spread across her face.
"Deal." She agreed softly. She allowed Spencer to guide her back to the bed, his hands gentle but firm as he helped her settle under the covers.
He moved to the closet, pulling out the hot water bottle they kept for days like this, his movements efficient and practiced. As he moved, Y/N watched him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. Even in the early hours of the morning, groggy with sleep, he was focused, his only concern making sure she was comfortable.
When he returned from the kitchen, he carefully placed the bottle over her abdomen, the soothing heat immediately offering some relief. Y/N sighed softly, closing her eyes as the warmth seeped into her muscles, easing the tension that had been building for hours.
Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting lightly on the warmth provived, his eyes studying her face for any signs of discomfort.
"Better?" He asked quietly, his voice gentle.
Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.
"Much better." She murmured, reaching out to take his hand. "Thank you, Spence."
Spencer smiled, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.
"Donât thank me yet." He said softly. "Iâll be back in a bit. Just rest, okay?" He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her plump lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.
Y/N watched as he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and headed for the bedroom door, casting one last glance at her before he disappeared into the hallway.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Y/N lay back against the pillows, a sense of calm washing over her. The pain was still there, a dull ache beneath the warmth of the bottle, but Spencerâs presence, his care, had made it more bearable. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax, knowing that he would be back soon.
It wasnât long before the door creaked open, and Y/Nâs eyes fluttered open to see Spencer stepping back into the room, a small bag in his hand. He moved quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace, his eyes softening as they met hers.
"Hi, sweetheart. Iâm back." He whispered, his voice a soothing balm. He set the bag on the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of painkillers and a bottle of water.
Spencer moved with the gentle precision of someone who knew every corner of the room, even in the dim light. He popped open the bottle of painkillers and shook two tablets into his hand. His gaze never left Y/N's face, his eyes filled with concern and care. He handed her the pills, then uncapped the water, holding it steady as she sat up slightly to take a sip.
Y/N swallowed the pills, her throat dry despite the water. Spencer's hand lingered on hers, his touch warm and reassuring. She gave him a grateful smile, feeling the tension in her muscles ease under his touch. He set the water bottle back on the nightstand and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. The gesture was so tender, so full of love, that it made Y/Nâs heart ache in the best possible way.
"Thank you, Spence." She murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I donât know what Iâd do without you."
Spencerâs eyes softened, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek.
"You donât have to thank me, Y/N. I just want to make sure youâre okay." He leaned back, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand still resting on her arm. "Iâm sorry youâre in pain. I wish I could do more to help."
Y/N shook her head, her eyes shining.
"You being here helps more than you know. Just having you with me makes everything better." She reached up, her fingers grazing the stubble on his jaw, her touch gentle. "Iâm so lucky to have you."
Spencerâs expression softened, his eyes searching hers. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
"Iâm the lucky one." He whispered, his voice low and sincere. "Youâre everything to me, Y/N. Taking care of you isnât a burden. Itâs a privilege."
Y/N smiled softly, pulling Spencer down beside her, needing to feel his warmth, to be close to him. He settled against her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. Y/N rested her head on his chest, her ear over his heart, listening to the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. His other hand found its way to her hair, his fingers running through the strands in a soothing, repetitive motion.
They lay like that for a while, the quiet of the night wrapping around them like a blanket. The pain in Y/Nâs abdomen was still there, but it felt distant, overshadowed by the warmth and safety of Spencerâs embrace. She closed her eyes, her body relaxing against his, her breathing slowing to match his. With every beat of his heart, with every gentle stroke of his hand, she felt herself drifting closer to sleep, the pain dulling under the weight of his love.
Spencer held her close, his chin resting on the top of her head, his eyes closed. He listened to her breathing, felt the rise and fall of her chest against his, and felt a sense of peace settle over him. It was moments like this, quiet and intimate, that he cherished the most. Knowing that he could be there for her, that he could offer her comfort, made him feel whole.
After a while, Y/Nâs breathing deepened, the tension in her body easing as sleep claimed her. Spencer continued to hold her, his hand never stopping its gentle movement through her hair. He pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, his heart full.
"I love you." He whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "More than life ifself."
Y/N stirred slightly, a soft, sleepy murmur escaping her lips, but she didnât wake. Spencer smiled, his heart swelling with affection. He knew that she probably didnât hear him, but that was okay. He would have plenty of opportunities to tell her again and again.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the digital numbers glowing softly in the dark. It was well past two in the morning, but Spencer didnât care. He could stay like this forever, with Y/N in his arms, the world outside forgotten.
Spencer lay there, his thoughts drifting, his hand continuing its gentle motion through Y/Nâs hair. He knew that the painkillers would kick in soon, that she would wake up feeling better. And when she did, he would be there, ready to make her breakfast, to share a quiet morning together before the rest of the world intruded.
As the minutes ticked by, Spencerâs own eyes grew heavy, the events of the day catching up to him. But he fought against the pull of sleep, wanting to stay awake, to be there for Y/N if she needed him. He tightened his hold on her slightly, his hand slipping from her hair to rest against her back, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing.
Eventually, his own exhaustion won out, and he drifted into a light sleep, his body still curled protectively around Y/N. Even in sleep, his mind stayed attuned to her, his senses alert for any sign of distress. But there was none. The painkillers had done their job, and Y/N slept soundly, her body relaxed and at ease.
The night passed quietly, the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the steady ticking of the clock, the occasional rustle of the sheets as one of them shifted. The world outside remained silent, the streets empty, the city asleep. Inside their little haven, time seemed to stand still, wrapped in the cocoon of their love.
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Call me, baby
Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
⥠Genre - Smut, slow(ish) and then boom porn - Strangers to lovers (non-idol)
⥠Word Count: 7.6k
⥠Summary: Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing, where giving a beautiful stranger and eyebrow piercing can lead to the best fuck of your life.
⥠A/N: I started this as soon as photo's of Hyunjin with that damned eyebrow piercing came out. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, I'm ruined and now maybe you are too. đ I wanted to have this be a bit of a slow burn type of thing just so there could be some build up and longing ya know? I don't usually draw things out this long but I wanted to give it a shot. đPlease enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. I also only lightly edited it for right now, I'll look over it again later! Gosh I'm exhausted. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC âĄ
⥠Warnings: Pain slut Hyunjin, Descriptive piercing process, Biting, Hair pulling, Appearances by Lee Know, unprotected sex (safe sex is good. be safe ya'll) Oral (f&m receiving), nipple play (kinda? & not for too long + reader has nipple piercings)
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âHey, man. Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing whatcha lookin for tonight?â Minho, your ex and fellow co-owner of the shop asks as that familiar jingle rings through the empty shop. Youâre too busy cleaning up your space to listen in on what the new customer wants. Youâre sure that itâs something simple since itâs close to midnight and all that gets done this late are simple piercings and tattoos that people will regret in the morning.  Â
âBaby, you got a customer up front.â Minho calls as he makes his way over to his station. The name prompts a fake gag and an award winning eye roll as you move across your station
âDo not call me that, ew.â The echo of Minhoâs chuckle makes him sound closer than he is as he rounds the corner of the wall dividing your spaces. Youâre a two person crew so you get to spend every second that youâre in this shop with your ex which wouldnât be so bad if he and his new girlfriend werenât all over each other every chance that they got. You love the girl and theyâre a much better match than the two of you ever were but itâs been so long since youâve been with someone that you feel like theyâre just teasing you at this point.
âYou used to love that.â With folded arms he leans against your side of the wall and you turn to him with a hand on your hip while the other one is full of supplies.
âAnd I used to love you.â He hisses, holding a hand over his heart with faux pain in his eyes.Â
âOuch.â You throw an empty ink cap at him and you both laugh. âWell since you donât love me Iâll be right back.â He walks over to the front desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and heading out to the front of the shop.
âWhere the hell are you going?â You whine, running up behind him. He turns to face you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Does he really need to go get his dick wet right now?Â
âSeriously, Min!â He laughs at your incredulous scoff as he throws on his jacket. âIf Iâm not back in an hour, close up for me, yeah?â With a quick wink and a smirk he rushes out of the door before you even have a chance to protest. You know that heâll be back, he always comes back but you still want to give him a piece of your mind. You flip him off as you watch him pass the large front window and he kisses back at you. You love that you two had a clean break but god does he get on your nerves.Â
âAsshole.â You mumble under your breath as you look down at the form on the counter. âHyunjin?âÂ
You hear shuffling in the very far corner of the waiting area as you flip through his paperwork.Â
âThatâs me.â You smile down at the clipboard once you hear his voice, at least heâs not some rude wasted guy. âYou can come with me.âÂ
When you look up your jaw nearly hits the counter, is beautiful even the right word to describe this man? You donât usually have a type but if you had to pick one it would be the man standing right in front of you. â Uh, hey my nameâs Y/n, Iâll be piercing you tonight and it uh-â
Gosh, his eye contact is intense, how does he do that? âIt says here that you wanna get a horizontal eyebrow piercing?â
âRight.â He shakes his head as he rocks back and forth on his heels and you nod.Â
âAwesome, it should be pretty quick, letâs do this.â You unlock the swing door and allow him back into your station. You decide to close the privacy curtain that separates your space from the rest of the shop since the chances of anyone else coming in is close to zero, youâre not as accessible as the shops close to town so this is the quiet hour for you.
Hyunjin watches as you start collecting the supplies that youâll need. You move carefully, making sure that everything is just how you like it. âHave you been doing this for a long time?â You hadnât even noticed the way that he seems to be nearly looking over your shoulder this entire time.
âLong enough.â He smiles at your shy laugh as you pick a marker from your cup. âWeâve owned this place for about three years.âÂ
âYou and your boyfriend?â You scowl at his words, pulling a chuckle from his chest. âI guess heâs not your boyfriend.â
âHeâs my ex, we already bought this place when we broke up so I couldnât escape him.â A dramatic sigh follows your statement as you motion for him to sit down on the chair in front of you. âWe're friends now, best friends, but I am a single girl.â
Hyunjin cocks his brow, causing you to accidently draw a line across his eyelid. âSorry about that.â He chuckles and you smile at the soft sound.Â
âItâs alright.â You clean him up and the feeling of his gaze burning into you makes you smirk. Youâre more than used to clients staring at you, there are some that will try to make an ungraceful pass at you while theyâre at it but for some reason having Hyunjin stare at you so intensely is welcomed? Maybe because heâs cute. That definitely helps. âReady?â
âReady.â You mark him perfectly this time and point him towards the mirror to check if he likes the placement. âPerfect.â
âAwesome letâs stick ya then.â You motion him towards your reclined chair and he gracefully fills the spot with his tall frame. âYouâre not scared of needles are you?â
âNot at all.â The smirk on his face as he stares up at the ceiling catches you off guard. Youâve never seen anyone smile at the thought of getting stabbed before. You wipe your hands and snap on your gloves before moving in front of your rolling tray where all of your supplies are set up. âDid it hurt when you got yours?â
âNope, but thatâs probably because I did it myself.â You grab your scissor clamp and move next to Hyunjin. âOkay, so, the steps are to clamp the site, pierce it, feed the jewelry through and then youâre out of here.â
âSounds easy enough, go ahead.â You nod leaning over him gently. This is the first time in all of your years as a piercing artist that youâve felt self conscious about the deep V cut of your shirt. You usually couldnât care less but right now youâre almost hyper aware of the way that youâre presenting yourself to the man in front of you. Youâre also hyper aware of the way that heâs staring right at the lacey red of your bra thatâs peeking out, or is it the studs of your nipple piercing pressing against your tight cotton shirt thatâs caught his attention? Either way, the way that heâs staring is causing something that you havenât felt in awhile to stir deep in your stomach.
âGonna clamp you now, it shouldnât hurt but just take a deep breath anyway.â You whisper as you turn his head a bit to get a better look at the piercing site. Now heâs really got a good view. Heâs perfectly still as you clamp him and you praise him for every little thing that he does right, he seems to take a liking to that since every time something sweet comes out of your mouth he hums with contentment.Â
âReady for the stick?â
âGo ahead.â He licks his lips while his gaze is still trained on your chest and you canât help but to push your thighs together. He seemed to have noticed since a ghost of a smile adorned his lips right after.Â
âBreath in.â He follows your instruction and you position the needle right at the mark only pushing a bit to prepare him. âAnd out.â He was an easy stick, it went in perfectly. It was smooth and quick and he definitely hissed a moan when you did it. You stay in place, leaning over him with the plastic needle still in.Â
âEverything good?â The sound of his moan rang through your ears as you avoided eye contact with him. He hums a confirmation, his eyes are shut now and his bottom lip is between his teeth. Good god. Did he not notice or does he just not care? Does he have a thing for pain? âIâm going to uh- feed the jewelry through.âÂ
You move his head a bit, trying to find the best position for the light to hit him. Why is the lighting so shitty all of the sudden? âEverything alright?â Thereâs a slight chuckle in his voice and you sigh.
âYeah I just canât get a good light right now. Itâs like my damn shadow moved in the way.â You move a bit back and forth but nothing is comfortable enough. âCan I like⌠could you just move your hip over a bit?â He does as you ask immediately and you swiftly prop your knee up on the chair.Â
âThanks, that's so much better.â You grab the jewelry, and wedge it into the plastic needle for the feed through. âYouâll feel a bit of pressure, it might sting okay?â
âMmhmm.â Just as youâre about to move the needle you feel the soft brush of his fingers on your inner thigh. That had to be an accident right? Do you want it to be an accident? Not really.
âOne, two, go.â You slowly feed the jewelry through and this time a soft grunt leaves his lips but thatâs not all. You freeze when you feel it, glancing down at Hyunjin while his eyes are still closed and his fingers grip the flesh of your inner thigh. âGood?â
âGreat.â Itâs a miracle that you didnât moan at the feeling of him grabbing you but you decide to thank whatever higher power saved you instead of thinking about what ifâs. One thingâs clear though; he definitely has a thing for pain.
âLet me just -â You reach over to your rolling tray and his grip on your thigh loosens but he doesnât let go. â- Just gotta put the ball on the end.â You secure his jewelry, screwing on the end and wiping it down with bactine.Â
âDone.â He sighs but he doesnât move. You look down at him, expecting him to say something, but he stays silent. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the electricity that having his hand inches away from your heat is causing. âWanna look at it?â
He nods, finally moving his hand, now maybe you can breathe normally. You both move at the same time but he sits up much slower than expected. âFeeling good?â Hyunjin hums as he adjusts his pants and makes his way over to the mirror, leaning in to get a good look at the new accessory.Â
âSo good.â Yup, he has a pain kink. Itâs confirmed.
Once youâve cleaned up all the immediate things and rid yourself of your gloves you move over towards him slowly. Usually youâd make small talk but you donât feel too capable of doing that with the way that your core is pulsing with need at the moment.Â
You watch as he studies the piercing. You should be looking at it too but you canât focus on anything but the sharp beauty of his features and the way that his wine red hair falls against his temples and compliments the blush running up his neck. As much as you try to stop yourself you canât help but indulge in taking him in further. You canât help but to let your gaze run down the length of his strong arm and admire the way that his black sweats are hanging from his hips. Your eyes linger on the hem of his pants for a second too long and thatâs when you notice it. Right below the perfect bow of his drawstrings is a delicious bulge that you desperately want to show attention to. Your tongue darts out, licking at the corner of your mouth a bit as you eye him. Snap out of it, come on.
âThink I should get a tattoo there?â Your eyes snap to his reflection but heâs already looking at you. Fuck, did he catch you staring? Of course he did, it was so obvious. âIâve been thinking about it.âÂ
His smile makes you feel like you could explode at any second but you decide to try a bit harder to contain yourself. âI think that could be hot.â Fuck, no no no, why did you say that.
âHot? You think so?â He cocks his eyebrow just like he did earlier but this time the gold stud adorning his thick brow makes a shiver run up your spine and sends a spark to your clit. He was already hot without the piercing but now itâs just unfair.
âUh yeah, I do.â Before you can try to turn around and make your escape from further embarrassing yourself he turns to you.Â
âWould you do it?â His eyes are focused on yours and for some reason you canât find it in you to look away.Â
âDoâŚyour hip tattoo?â He nods and you shift your weight as you imagine the process. Could you even stand to be that close to his dick? Youâre standing in front of him right now and you feel like you could combust from the eye contact. Surely youâll melt if you end up having to stare at his hard dick for hours while he gets off on the pain of your needle for a second time.Â
âI would.â Your answer leaves your lips in a half whisper before you can even think about it but the smile that pulls at his lips makes you forget your prior argument. âJust let me know when.â
âDo you have a card?âÂ
âUp front, Iâll give it to you with your care instructions.â You find yourself glancing down one more time before attempting to blink away all of your horny thoughts. As much as you want to fall to your knees and relieve him of his pain induced hard on you have to keep it professional, even if you were just caught staring at his dick print. âYou paid when you came in, right?â
Quickly, you make your way around him to open your curtain and lead him to the counter. âYeah I did.â You can feel him close behind you as you unlock the swing door to let him out.
âBut you did such a great job.â The slam of the small door behind him makes you jump a bit but his following question is what really did it. âDo you take tips? Or could I give you more than that?â
You choke a bit on your inhale but at the same time there couldnât possibly be a hint of oxygen left in your body with the way that heâs looking at you with his arms crossed and leaning on the counter. Your brain isnât working anymore, itâs completely smooth as you stare back at Hyunjinâs cool smile. Hell, if heâs offering youâre going to take it.
Just as youâre about to calculate your own suggestive reply that familiar jingle echoes off the walls and your gaze lands on none-other than your godforsaken ex. He eyes you as you stand behind the counter with red cheeks and your palms spread and pressing into the desk.Â
âAll good?â He looks between you and Hyunjin with raised brows. You force a smile as you frantically scan the desk for the care instruction packet.Â
âYup, all good.â The sigh that follows your sentence is less than convincing but Minho lets it slide in the name of trusting you. You turn your attention back to Hyunjin whoâs eyes were already on you. âSo here are the care instructions. Donât change it for about two months and uh, just make sure to keep it clean and um yeah everything that you need to know is in here.â
He takes the packet, brushing his fingers against yours in the process. Hopefully the way that you shivered wasnât too obvious. Are you really that down bad? Usually youâre witty and flirty, you tend to have a pretty smart mouth with customers but as soon as you saw Hyunjin all of that went right out the window.Â
âYour card.â He nods towards the display on the desk and you quickly grab one for him.
âIt has the shop number and my instagram on there. If you want to contact me directly, Instagram is the best way to do it but Iâm here almost everyday. If Iâm not coming in, I'll post it on my story.â He flips the card between his fingers allowing you to get a good look at what you wish were still grabbing at the tender flesh of your thighs. Your focus breaks when he rubs the card between his fingers and a second one falls to the counter. âOh, mustâve given you two by accident.â
âSo Iâll message you.â Standing straight he slips the card into his pocket. âIf I have any questions.â He takes a step back, taking you in one more time.Â
âYeah, Iâll answer as fast as I can.âÂ
âBaby, did you use the last of the caps?â Minho calls from the storage room and the scoff that follows makes Hyunjin laugh.Â
âStop calling me that for goodness sake.â With the flash of a quick smile and mumbled goodnight you leave Hyunjin at the front and head over to your annoying cock blocking ex. Once you get to him you see him leaning against the storage room door with his eyes on his phone screen. âI thought you were looking for caps.â
âNah, figured that you needed me to save you. That guy shouldâve been gone already.â Did he seriously just ruin any chance that you had at getting laid tonight? And by a man as hot as Hyunjin at that.Â
âWe were talking.â
âYou donât do small talk.â Minhoâs pinched brows earns him an eye roll as you head over to your station. âSo he wasnât bothering you?â
âFar from it.â The way that youâre aggressively cleaning your tray gives Minho all the hints he needs but it would be out of character for him to just drop the topic. Â
"Then what was he doing?" Minho asks in his teasing tone that youâve grown to be more than familiar with. You pause and sigh as your mind lingers on the feel of Hyunjinâs fingers gripping you and the sounds he made with each hint of pain.Â
"He was trying to make me interested."Â
âWas it working?â The silence that followed his question spoke louder than any words could. âHis number is on the form ya know.â
âJust lock up, Minho. Iâm not breaking any privacy laws just so I can get fucked.â He throws his hands up in surrender, backing away and heading to the front. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and contain the many emotions running through you. You shouldâve been on your game tonight but Hyunjin just threw you off. You havenât been that attracted to anyone in so long that all of your skills went right out the window as soon as he looked at you. Maybe heâll message you? Ask you a question or two and then ask you out. What if he doesnât? What if Minho scared him off and you never hear from him again?
âBaby.âÂ
âLee Minho, stop calling me -â You pause when you turn to him, looking down at the card heâs offering you between his fingers. âWhat?â He extends his arm to you further, earning his third eye roll of the day as you snatch the cardstock away from him.
âItâs my card.â You shrug at him.
âTurn it over.â Your pulse picks up a bit once you notice the red ink on the back of the card. Hyunjinâs name and number is written in pretty symbols right across the middle with a small note. âCall me, baby.â
âIâll stop calling you that now.âÂ
Sleep didn't come easy last night but you sure did at the thought of Hyunjin. It doesn't help that you texted him immediately and he didn't waste a second before replying to you. Your night was spent getting to know him a bit as your mind danced on the idea of him fucking you into your mattress. The amount of time that you pretended that your fingers were his slender ones while you answered one of his questions is actually award winning. The taping of your cum covered fingers against your screen went on until you tired yourself out and fell asleep while waiting for his next text.Â
âGoing out.â Minho looked up from the sketch book in front of him just in time to watch as you grabbed your jacket from the chair next to his.Â
âDid âbabyâ call?â For the first time in a while you find yourself smiling and unbothered by his teasing. âShe's smiling, did you finally catch a dick.â
âI'll let you know in a couple of hours.â The look on Minhoâs face isn't one that you see often but it's your absolute favorite. âI'll be back, baby.â
You barely got to knock twice before the door to Hyunjinâs apartment swung open. He looks just as good if not better than he did last night and the fact that youâve gotten to know him a bit better over text for the past couple of hours makes you feel like a college student sneaking into someone's dorm after curfew. Itâs safe to say that you have a big fat crush now.
âHey, nice piercing.â He pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you further into his place. Your eyes wander across his walls, taking in every detail. He really is the artsy type.Â
âThanks, some girl did it for me last night.â He watches you take in his space with hungry eyes, no matter how much he tells himself that he just met you and that he wants to take it slow he canât seem to pace himself. The amount of times that he came into his fist last night just thinking of how pretty your nipple piercings must be and how your thighs would wrap perfectly around him is insane. Unfortunately, the orgasms didnât put out the fire that burned for you deep in his stomach, it only made the flame bigger.
âOh yeah?â You face him as you peel your jacket off slowly, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms so gracefully that he couldnât possibly ignore it. âWas she hot?â
His eyes fix on the fabric stretching tight against your chest, how dare you call that a shirt. Itâs keeping little to nothing to the imagination but he canât say that heâs mad at it. âSo fucking hot, I couldnât stop staring at her.â
Your jacket finds a home on the arm of his couch while you check out the paintings on his living room wall. The stretched canvas and sheets of beautifully stained paper are littered all over the ivory wall, serving as the only real means of decoration in this area of the room. âDo you think that she noticed?â
The energy around you turns electric as he steps up behind you, just close enough not to touch you. âI hope that she did.âÂ
âWhy?â Your breathing is slow and shallow as your eyes run across the colors of the paintings on the wall. Youâre not really taking in the beauty of the art anymore, youâre more concerned with the masterpiece standing behind you and what heâll say next.
âSo that she doesnât feel surprised when I say -â He leans into you, fiddling with one of the paintings and pressing himself lightly into your back. A blistering heat washes over you at the feel of him against you. Itâs so much more than you imagined it to be. â- That I think that sheâs beautiful.â
He reaches for another painting, stepping forward just a bit to be closer to you. âAnd that as much as I want to take it slow and get to know her -â He slowly retracts his hand, stepping back and breaking all contact. You sigh, swallowing hard as you hang on each of his words. âI just canât go another second without knowing what she feels like.â
You turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of his burning gaze as he stares down at you. His dark eyes are undressing you before he even gets the chance to touch you. Something like you did to him yesterday. âI think that sheâd feel the same way.â Itâs a bit of a challenge but you manage to hold eye contact with him as you turn your body to face him.
âYou think sheâd let me touch her?â Eyes, lips, chest and repeat. Thatâs the pattern that his gaze follows while he waits for your answer.Â
âI think she wants you to, so so badly.â His eyes meet yours and his hands are on you in an instant, grabbing at the plush of your waist and pushing you against the wall of art work behind you.Â
âThank god.â He whispers against your lips before attaching them in desperate hunger. The sound of paper and canvas falling to the floor is merely background noise in the heat of the moment.
Heâs soft and sweet like honey, his touch is like satin against your skin and your head is fuzzy. Holy fuck. He swallows the moan that escapes you as you welcome his tongue into your mouth, offering his own sinful sounds as a counter. His hands are grabbing at the exposed skin of your stomach while he pushes your shirt up to expose more of you. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, you want him closer. You need him closer. He pulls away abruptly, staring down at you panting and flushed. He takes a step back and you take a step forward.Â
âThink sheâll let me fuck her?â He continues to step back from you and you match each move that he makes. Your hands find the bottom hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric over your head, revealing your flimsy lace bra to him. A hiss falls from his lips as he falls back into his couch. Sitting with his legs spread and ready for you, the perfect seat.Â
âYou better fuck her.â Once you climb onto his lap his lips are back on yours in an instant. The kiss is hungry, desirous, passionate. Itâs everything that you knew it would be and more. His palms rest on your breasts, kneading the flesh and flicking at the heart studs of your nipple piercings. A shiver runs over you at the feeling and Hyunjin smiles against you at the reaction.
âSensitive?â He mumbles, following with a kiss and you nod with a deep moan. âFuck.â He pushes your breast together, jiggling them in his palms while he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth.Â
âI wanted to see these so badly last night.â You knew he was staring. âWanted to run my tongue over these pretty little studs.âÂ
âWhatâs stopping you now?â You grind your hips into him, milking a choked moan from his throat. Heâs so hard underneath you, his sweat pants are doing little to restrain his pulsing cock from pressing into your needy core but even that bit of pressure is not enough to satiate your hunger. His fingers peel down the lace of your bra and you watch as his tongue dips out of his mouth and swirls the silver jewelry. âHyunjin.âÂ
He hums, content with the way that his name sounds falling from your pretty lips, itâs then that you remember last night. Praise and pain, those are his things right? Letâs test it out.
The feeling of his tongue laving over your sensitive peak breaks you out of your thoughts and fogs your mind all over again. He shows both of your breasts equal attention, wetting your nipples with long drags of his tongue followed by a skillful swirl of the muscle around your shiny silver bars. â So good, oh my god.â He hums, sucking a bit harder at the sound of your sweet words.Â
Your fingers lace through the wine red strands of his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp for a bit until he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak of your nipple. Youâre pulling at his roots before you can even process it but the pornographic moan that escapes him as he falls into your touch makes you happy that you did it.
âA pain slut?â Matching smirks paint your faces but his is quickly swept away when you bring your other hand up through his roots and pull again. âI knew it.â You grind into him, the moans escaping him are making you hungry for friction all over again.Â
His hands grasp your hips, gripping you so tightly that youâre sure there will be beautiful bruises there in the morning. âWhat gave me away?â His eyes stay on yours as you hold his head back by his hair. Yesterday his gaze was blinding but tonight you find it easier to handle the heat that it causes to rise on the surface of your skin. Youâre okay with going blind if heâs the last thing that you see.Â
âHm.â His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his pulse âMaybe it was the way you moaned when I stuck you.â Sloppy kisses and small nibbles of his milky flesh draws a moan similar to the one thatâs been playing in your head all night to leave his blushed lips.
âOr the way that you grabbed my thigh.â Your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and the sound that he makes in response is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot. âOr how hard you were when I was finished.â
âDo that again.â So biting is his favorite, huh?Â
âSay please.âÂ
âPlease, do that again. Bite me, harder. Please let me feel that again.â Heâs begging? Youâve never been with a man who was willing to do that. A mumbled praise makes his cock twitch against you as one of his hands slips down to your ass, gripping the cheek firmly but not squeezing. Your teeth sink into his neck again, a deep guttural groan escapes him while his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass through your jeans. âOh, baby.â
You pull away at the feeling of a warm spot beneath you. When you look down at your clothed cores the sticky wet spot presents itself to you. He came just from you biting him and he's still hard. No fucking way.
âYou made a mess.â A familiar darkness falls upon his gaze and now it's your turn to moan from the grip he has on your hair. âClean it up for me, angel.â
You crawl backwards off of his lap, lowering down onto your knees as his grip in your hair ensures that your eyes stay on his. He shimmies his pants down with his free hand, your eye contact falters for just a second so that you can steal a glance at his cock. Heâs bigger than you thought heâd be, long and curved ever so slightly. The angry red tip is glistening with cum in the low light, you run your tongue along your lips at the thought of sucking him clean.Â
âOne day youâll give me a pretty tattoo right here, wonât you?â He pulls your hair towards him, controlling your head so that you lean into his hip. You plant a sloppy kiss against his skin, nipping and licking like a desperate puppy. His cock twitches at the feel of your lips on the newly discovered patch of skin. âIâll be hard as a rock with your pretty face so close to my cock.â He moves your head over just enough for you to lick up some of the cum from his flawless thigh.Â
âYou think you could do it? Think you could be that close to my cock and not put me in your mouth?â Little does he know that youâve already thought about it and the answer is no. Hell no, absolutely not. âMaybe it would be me who loses control.â
He yanks back on your hair, lifting your head back up to meet his gaze. He brings his bent pointer finger to your chin and runs his thumb down your swollen lips. âI have a feeling that Iâll be addicted to this mouth.â His eyebrow piercing catches the light as he stares down at you and you canât help but to feel turned on by the fact that you did that to him. Youâre responsible for that pretty stud on this pretty man.Â
âLetâs see if Iâm right.â You open your mouth eagerly once he sits back and guides you over to his waiting cock. A hiss escapes him once you take him to the hilt, swallowing around him with watery eyes. He marvels at the way your pretty lips stretch around him, taking every single inch of him until his tip makes your throat bulge and your mouth water. You bob your head, licking and sucking him clean. The taste of his cum is so sweet, so perfect, maybe youâre just insanely horny or maybe heâs your new favorite candy. The only thing youâll have a craving for from this point on.Â
âThat throat is taking me so well.â The vibration of your hum makes Hyunjin bite his lip as he watches you. You bring your hands up to his naked thighs and claw your nails lightly down the exposed skin. His cock twitches in your mouth and your pussy throbs at the feeling of it. Youâre a big fan of foreplay, itâs super important and fun and everything but you would do anything to skip all of this and simply feel Hyunjinâs cock sink into your dripping pussy. âThis is what you wanted yesterday isnât it? This is what you wanted when you were staring at my dick?â
The deep rasp of his voice as he asks such filthy questions makes you press your thighs together, Hyunjin moves his foot in between your knees. Kicking your legs apart and taking away the relief you were chasing.
âNeed me now?â Your desperate gaze up at him is all the answer that he needs. He lets go of your hair and you slowly come up off of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip a bit and releasing him with a string of spit still connecting you. He offers you his hand to help you up off of your knees before dropping to his own right in front of you.Â
With a burning gaze on your naked stomach he unbuttons your jeans and slowly drags them over the curve of your hips. His eyes scan every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving sweet soft kisses against the silky skin of your thighs. He takes a deep breath before pulling your panties down, his hands lingering against your bare skin as he admires your body. He leans in and places a soft kiss against your exposed center once you step out of your panties. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into a few kitten licks against your clit which then quickly evolved into long drags of his tongue through your folds while he palms your ass.Â
âHyun- Hyunjin holy fuck.â Your fingers thread into his dark strands again, lightly pulling at his roots and milking moans from him. âPlease fuck me. Please just fuck me I want to feel you.â
âGotta get you ready.â He spits onto your clit, watching it drip down your lips a bit before catching with his tongue and spreading it over your folds. âI need my girl dripping around my cock.â
His lips wrap around your clit and you throw your head back in a silent scream before looking down at him. His eyes are closed as he laps at your pussy, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. You admire the shimmer of his fresh piercing as you watch him, pathetic whimpers falling from you as he dangles your orgasm in front of your face. Youâve been thinking about him for hours and now youâve finally got him. You get to cum on his tongue and watch him slurp up every drip of your essence.
âIâm gonna cum, oh my god.â Your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses against you. He swirls his skilled tongue around your swollen clit a couple of times and you can feel the blistering heat setting all over your body. Youâre so close, itâs so good and then he pulls away.
âHyun-â Your whine is cut off by the soft yet aggressive feeling of his lips on yours.
âI want you to cum on my cock.â The taste of your pussy on his tongue distracts you from the feeling of him guiding you to the couch. He pushes you down, watching you with a smirk as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, balling it up and using it to dap at the sweat on his forehead before throwing it to the side with the rest of your clothes. âDo me a favor.â
His fingers dig into your plush waist as he positions you. He props his knee on the soft cushion, lining himself up with your entrance and teasing your sopping folds with his leaky tip. âAnything.â You fist the pillow right above you, placing it under your head to get a bit more comfortable.Â
âCall me baby.â He slips into you before you can even reply to him, stretching you out so deliciously and filling up your gushing pussy until his tip kisses your cervix. The moan that echoes through his apartment is high pitched and airy, your lungs burn from the electricity charged air as you cry out for him, gripping at the couch cushions as you try to ground yourself.
âBaby.â The first time that his hips snap into you his jaw clenches and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His imagination barely did you justice last night, his fist is nothing compared to the way that your pussy is clenching around him. The ungodly squelches of his cock plunging into you sends shivers down his spine.Â
âFuck, youâre heaven.â He coos, the rasp in his voice makes your pussy clench around him as he presses your thighs back towards your chest. Hyunjin picks up the pace, snapping into you with unholy force.Â
Itâs been so long since youâve felt anything but your own fingers and itâs been even longer since youâve been fucked this good. Not even Minho can top this and he was the best fuck you ever had. The mascara stained tears running down your cheeks translates all of that to Hyunjin without you having to say a word, itâs not like you could say anything but his name even if you wanted to. Your orgasm creeps up on you again, dangling in front of you like bait for a fish.
âHyun - Hyunjin please donât stop. Gonna cum gonna -â You cry out as he slams into you, filling you to the hilt and staying as still as possible. âPlease please, âs so close please.â
âNot yet, baby.â he beckons you with two fingers, motioning for you to sit up. He helps you up, shifting your position so that youâre on top of him. You clench around him at the movement and he hisses at the tight feel of you. Heâs close too but he wants you to fall apart on top of him. He wants to see you fall apart up close so that he can fuck his fist to the memory of it for days after.
 âRide me, come on.â A firm slap to your ass makes your hips buck into him as you start to move along his length.Â
Youâre fucked out, chasing your pleasure desperately on top of a pretty man with a pretty cock. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you against his chest when he suddenly starts fucking up into you. Heâs impossibly deep and you find yourself gasping for air against his shoulder. Moans and grunts fill the hot air as you fuck each other. For each thrust into you, you grind down on his cock, keeping him deliciously deep in your cunt. Your teeth mindlessly graze over the slope of his shoulder before you bite down into him. Bite, lick, suck. Thatâs the pattern you follow, over and over again. Making him sing for you as his fingers caress your spine.Â
âCome on, you can do it harder than that.â He gasps when you accept his challenge, biting into him with a bruising force. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax but heâs determined to let you soak his cock before he pulls out. âLook at me, baby.â
He leans back into the sofa and his hand moves between your bodies once your eyes meet his. His middle and pointer finger rubs circles into your clit while he ruts up into you âYes yes, yes âs so good.âÂ
âYou like my cock, pretty girl?â The fog in your brain is so thick that you canât help but to babble as your orgasm climbs up your spine for the third time tonight.
âLove it. Love cock, you -youâre cock. Hyunjin, âm gonna cum o-on your cock.â He thought that you were breathtaking before but watching you cock drunk and fucked out while youâre bouncing on his dick might be his favorite way to see you.Â
âGo ahead, cum on my cock.â With a few more sloppy thrusts your body trembles against him as you come undone on top of him. He fucks you through it, keeping his fingers pressed against your clit as you squirm on top of him. Your vision goes white and thereâs a ringing in your ears that blocks out every word of praise that falls from Hyunjinâs lips. The only thing that you can register is the pressure of his cock as he simultaneously abuses your cervix and clit.Â
âHyun- fuck fuckfuck. So much. Too much.â Once you find the strength to open your eyes you're met with Hyunjin smiling up at you with pinched brows. âYou can take it.â
âPull my hair, baby.â Your trembling hands find their way along the familiar path of his scalp seconds after his request. Pulling at his roots with a delicious force that makes Hyunjinâs eyes roll back as he licks his lips.
âOh fuck, youâre gonna make me cum.â Moans and whines fall from you nonstop as he fucks into your swollen and sensitive cunt, the wet sound of your arosual where Hyunjinâs cock disappears into you echoes off the walls until he stops, breath hitching in his throat. âCome here.â
His hand is in your hair before you can protest, lifting you off of him and onto your knees. Your cunt feels so empty without him inside of you. âGonna let me cum on those pretty tits?â
âYeah, yeah please. Wan' your cum, baby.â He throws his head back, pumping his slick cock in front of your face while you mindlessly slur praises for him. âYouâre so fucking pretty, please let me have it. Please, I wan' Jinnieâs cum.âÂ
âBaby, baby, cumming. Iâm fucking cumming.â You both watch as thick ropes of his cum paints your breasts. Dripping over your nipples and the shiny studs just how Hyunjin pictured it last night. âShit.âÂ
Your panting fills the room as you both take a second to come down from your high. Hyunjin offers you his hand, helping you up from your knees and catching you when you stumble a bit with a chuckle. âLet me clean you up so you can lie down.â He sits you on the couch, grabbing his sweats and pulling them on before making his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth.Â
You blink a couple of times, trying your best to adjust to the light around you. Itâs dim but everything seemed darker in your fucked out haze. You settle against the armrest of the sofa, smiling like an idiot while the pulsing of your clit reminds you of everything that just happened. Who wouldâve thought that an eyebrow piercing could lead you to having the best fuck of your life. Just as you allow your eyes to flutter shut you feel a heavy vibration under you. With a groan you lift yourself up and search for the source. Itâs your jacket, it must be your phone. Oh my gosh, Minho! You sit up with all the strength that you can muster, unlocking your phone and checking your messages.Â
âEverything alright?â Hyunjin questions as he kneels in front of you with a warm cloth in hand.
âYup, just fine.â You grin down at your screen before pushing your phone to the side and allowing Hyunjin to wipe you clean.
From Minho: Knew you werenât coming back. Â
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I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomniaâs s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, itâs alright if you donât đ
I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!
Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!
featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!
general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \
TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.
Leona
The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.
"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"
Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.
Ruggie
"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"
"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.
Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.
"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3
Jack
He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.
He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.
With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.
You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3
Azul
He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.
But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;
"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.
He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.
He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.
Jade
The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.
"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.
He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.
But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.
He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!
Floyd
Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.
You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.
"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.
Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.
The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.
"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...
He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.
Ya'll are so silly for each other <3
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pretty little wife | sorry, baby
joel miller x f!reader one shot collection
series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | â¨kofi â¨
summary: 4k words. Joel is stressed and busy with a big project at work lately. His pretty little wife makes it all better.
warnings: 18+ MDNI! no apocalypse au, pre-established relationship/dynamic, sub/dom relationship, free use kink, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship (!! yes), unprotected piv, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names for reader, sir kink making a reappearance, bit of fluff mixed in, mention of food/eating, @ GOD WHY ISNT THIS ME
a/n: I'M BACK. these two sick lovebirds are back đ i needed something sweet to write while working on smother so here's some cute domestic sucking and fucking from my favorite couple MWAH
reminder i have no taglist anymore, follow @beardedjoel-updates to hear about my new fics!
Gonna be late again. Sorry baby.
Joelâs hurried text had pinged your phone a few hours ago, and you reassured him it was no problem, of course. You know that his company is contracting on a huge project in downtown Austin right now, and it required a lot of Joelâs attention. Heâd been giving so much you were surprised that he had anything left in the tank when he came home to you. But by god, so many nights he sure did, coming home in a frenzy to fuck you, taste you, finding you where you were when he arrived home - cleaning up dishes from dinner, the shower, already curled up in bed with a book on one particularly late night.
You relished in him releasing everything into you - the stress of his day instantly melting with a simple touch of his lips to yours, drinking in your curves and soft skin with rough hands and frenzied yet controlled movements. It always seemed like the more stressed he was, the more he couldnât get his cock in you fast enough, the more relentless he was in the ways he took care of you. Heâd leave you spent, dripping, and aching, letting you talk softly about your day as he stroked your hair afterwards, all sweetness and hushed tones until you two fell asleep.
You peer into the living room from the kitchen to see Joel walking in, looking generally askew and you frown. When his shoes are yanked off and placed in the closet he looks up to see you leaning on the doorframe, lips full and pouting, finger sticking up with a patch of cookie dough stuck to it to taste test. You stand in a long, threadbare t-shirt of his and pink cotton panties, just what Joel had set out for you this morning, and he makes sure to thank his past self for such a wise choice this morning. Youâd laughed at the lack of bra or any kind of pants, knowing it was no accident youâd ended up dressed without any bottoms on today. You aim to please, and the look Joel gives you whenever he sees you exactly how he envisioned you for the day always makes your heart soar a little higher.Â
He finds his way to the couch, sprawling out and giving you an exhausted look. You stick the errant finger into your mouth, sucking the sweet, sugary cookie dough off and licking your lips. Joelâs expression changes quickly, his interest clearly sparked, but the wearisome look doesnât leave his eyes.Â
âBaby?â you ask, your brows furrowing further with worry. This wasnât your husband, this wasnât Joel, and you always hate to see him have a tough day. It makes your heart ache when he works too hard, gives too much of himself and winds up burnt out. You certainly donât mind making it all better for him, thatâs what youâre here for, after all, but it pains you nonetheless.
âCâmon over here, little wife,â Joel murmurs, running a hand down his weary face. When he pulls it away, he gazes at you with heavy lids before propping his hands behind his head.Â
You saunter over to him, standing next to where he lays and reaching down to graze your fingers over his stretched bicep, trailing it inwards towards his face. He hums, fluttering his eyes closed for a brief moment and enjoying the way your gentle fingers work across his cheekbones and through his beard.Â
His hand slowly moves from behind his head to curve around your waist, drawing you nearer, the front of your knees hitting the side of the couch cushions now. His silent signals are obvious to you at this point, so you donât waste a moment swinging your leg around his body, tucking it in between his thigh and the back of the couch, settling in to straddle him. A hand runs gently down his chest as you tilt your head, studying his face in concern.Â
âWhatâs my husband need from me?â you ask quietly, letting your other hand bury itself in his curls, scratching at his scalp.Â
Joel lets out a pleasured groan, nearly shuddering at the feeling. âFuck, baby.â You feel his body shift underneath you, already squirming with the sensation of your fingers doing their work on him. âMake me feel good.âÂ
âLetâs get you more comfortable, then,â you coo, fingers already moving on the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of the top few to let his chest breathe a little bit. You take only a beat to admire the top of his chest poking out, curls of hair sticking out wild and messy before getting to work. You slither down his body, giving yourself enough room to undo his belt before pulling it out of its loops and tossing it aside.Â
âLift, please,â you say, keeping up your gentle, soothing tone as Joelâs hips lift off the couch and allow you the space to pull down his dress pants, wriggling them down to his ankles and then over his feet. âNow thatâs better, isnât it?â
âMmm,â Joel answers, a pleasant little hum from the back of his throat. You can feel how your ministrations have already gotten him hard as it brushes against your center when you settle back on top of his hips. A brief tease of your hips swirling on his sends Joelâs twitching, a sly little smile flashing on his lips. But youâre gone an instant later, moving down the couch and settling next to his feet, sitting crossed legged to face them before taking one into your lap.Â
âWhatâs this, now?â Joel asks, a slight tiredness to his voice now.Â
âEver heard of a foot rub?â you reply with a lifted brow. He chuckles and you watch his body rumble with the sound.Â
âGivinâ me mouth today, are we?â he asks playfully, the tired laughter still fading off as he speaks.Â
âI could,â you retort, pursing your lips and looking up from his feet to find his eyes peeking open, looking down at your delicate, innocuous smile with a plethora of hidden meaning behind it.Â
âSuch a dirty girlâŚâ he murmurs, neatly cut off by the groan he lets out when you press in on one of his arches with your thumb.
âSee? I know what you need, baby,â you coo, working your fingers into the tender spots on his foot, being sure to use just the right amount of pressure. You prop his foot in your lap, letting it hang there as you gently rotate his ankle, loosening everything up.Â
âChrist,â he breathes out as you start on the other foot. His breathing is a little labored, pain and pleasure mixing together as you continue to help his weary soles. You work each foot until he sighs contentedly, a good sign that your work is finished.Â
At least on his feet, that is. You run your hands teasingly up his thighs, settling them on his hips as you work your way back up his body, hips straddling his again. You lean down and brush your lips against his neck, peering up to watch Joelâs eyes flutter shut as he sighs again. The sound is music to your ears, anytime your husband makes that content, soft little sound you think youâve reached heaven. You suck and flick little patches all over his neck, starting a slow, steady grind of your hips.Â
âOh, pretty girl,â Joel starts, landing a firm hand along your hip. âI canât today⌠Iâm so fuckinâ beat. You know Iâd give anything to fuck my cock into youâŚâ He murmurs the words with a hint of frustration. You know this is hitting Joel harder than heâs letting on, seeing as his singularly focused task most days is to find a way to get himself inside of you.
âWho said anything about you fucking me?â you ask slyly, hands hooking into the sides of his briefs. You watch as Joelâs eyes pop open and look at you mischievously. âYou said to make you feel good, so thatâs what Iâm doing, my darling.â You keep your tone even and calming as you continue with your teasing, deft fingers playing under his waistband.Â
Joelâs smirk grows and he reaches a hand up to gently pet the back of your head before pulling you to his face, kissing you deeply. âGood girl,â he says as he pulls away, the words falling right onto your own lips. âDoinâ as youâre told.â
You slink lower, getting to the spot you know excites him the most, straddling lower on his legs to bring your mouth down to his clothed cock. You plant small kisses along the obvious bulge and Joel reacts immediately with a small hiss through his teeth. You kiss and lick and suck, letting the fabric tamp enough of the pleasure to drive him crazy.Â
âGod damn itâŚâ he grunts quietly, hips shifting as they spasm up towards your mouth when you suck another spot on the fabric, taking your sweet time, only a small form of torture for Joel. âYou tryna make me ask you to pull my cock out and get your pretty mouth on it? Cause you know, once Iâm not dead on mâfeet I might have to punish you âf thatâs the case.â His words tumble out slow and thick with his accent - that Southern drawl always comes out more when heâs tired and mumbling.
Your mouth curls deviously and you lick your lips. âWouldnât dream of it,â you reply in a low lilt.Â
âMhmâŚâ Joel teases, but you heed his warning anyhow, tugging his briefs down to free his cock, nearly enraged as it throbs and drips precum from the way youâd already been working on it. Your tongue finds the salty fluid at his head, lapping it with just the tip of your tongue and swirling it around. You start to practically nuzzle it, catching his cock in the corners of your lips, letting your tongue get a few tiny kitten licks on his shaft as you rub it along your cheeks. The smooth skin glides along your face and you start to get messier with it, letting his cock start to spread his precum and your saliva along your cheeks as you let the flat of your tongue run along it.
Joel lets out a loud, long groan, fingers gripping deep into the couch cushion. He can barely contain himself as your tongue licks a thick stripe up underneath his length, tracing the most prominent vein. His hips stutter forward as he gives himself to the moment.Â
âGod damn, honeyâŚâ he whimpers quietly, eyes shutting in the bliss of the moment.
Your hands rub his thighs gently, kneading into them as you start to bob your head on his cock, taking a little more each time until heâs at the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag, a little noise coming out of you, sending Joelâs hand flying to the back of your head, his gaze watching the way his cock disappears inside of your warm mouth.
âThatâs it, choke on it like I like, pretty girlâŚâ Joel mumbles, eyes rolling back a little as his cock fills your mouth. âMy pretty wifeâŚâ he whispers with a reverence and respect, despite the degrading way heâs about to fuck your mouth.
You move with a little more urgency, your mouth stuffed and aching already, one hand coming up to grip the base of Joelâs cock and stroking there while your mouth works on him. Joelâs hand pushes down on your head, sending you a little further and you sputter, spit flying all around his cock and lap but it doesnât deter you. His hips start to move of their own accord into you, matching the rhythm of your mouth pumping on him. Your body gets hot and desperate for him, your praise loving nature alight just by seeing how much he loves the way you pleasure him. Your thighs wriggle as your cunt aches and drips now, begging you for relief that you know will have to wait.
âGod, fuck,â he cries out, âNeeded thisâŚâ Joel seems to be practically revived, a new energy filling his weary body as he grunts and pants, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in faster strokes now. You can sense how close he is, you know your husbandâs body like the back of your hand now, his balls tightening and cock getting even harder on your tongue.
He grunts with the effort of sitting forward, yanking your head off of his cock and swiftly sliding his hands to your waist, hauling your entire body upwards so that your hips are above his.Â
âNeed this needy little cunt, look how soaked you are,â Joel coos with a genuine pity for you as he sees the wet stain on your panties.. His fingers tear your underwear to the side, giving enough room for his cock to position itself at your weeping entrance, giving you no time to even process it before he forces your hips to bear down on him.
You cry out in a long, wanting moan as he fills you up, the stretch of him burning in that familiar way that you love and crave so much. Joel is an addiction - your husband the one thing in life you could never get enough of, never filling you enough, never fucking you full and deep enough times that youâre fulfilled. He never fails to leave you satisfied, of course, but youâre always wanting more in the next moment, practically wishing you could live just like this - his cock stuffing you and stretching your pussy to its limits, sending that pain you live for deep inside of you until it turns to the most blinding pleasure. Gratitude overtakes you as you sink down completely, whispering out a fervent thank you as you feel yourself clench around him, eyes shut and head thrown back. Joel reaches to your chin, pulling your head to look down at him.Â
âWhat was that?â he asks teasingly, rutting his hips up into your as he speaks. You shudder again, pussy clenching around him as you feel his length pressing against your walls.
âT-thank you,â you breathe out. âThank you, sirâŚâ Youâre unable to say anything else, only look at him with half-lidded eyes and cry out wantonly when he pushes all the way in again, seating himself inside of you only to lift your hips up and do it all over again.
âYeah⌠knew beinâ stuffed full of my cock would make you my polite girl again,â Joel says arrogantly, sending a fresh wave of arousal right between your legs, gushing around his girth. You nod, blinking down at him, rolling your hips and chasing your pleasure. You lean down a little closer to Joel, bringing your chest more flush with his, the change in angle devastating the both of you.Â
âSo fuckinâ full of me,â Joel whispers in your ear, taking it upon himself to bend his legs and start fucking up into you. You moan in his ear, tears springing to your eyes as you feel him close to your cervix, each deep thrust sinfully delicious and bordering on painful in the way that makes your skin tingle in the best way. You want to be used, you want him as deep as he can possibly go, to feel you entirely wrapped around him.
Joel grunts, hot breath fanning next to your ear as he holds you close. Your bodies are intermingling with sweat now, your ass slapping down onto his thighs reverberating through the quiet living room. Itâs just this - the two of you, your shared breath, your intertwined bodies, nothing else matters or even registers to you now. Joelâs hips shift the slightest bit in angle and you cry out, your g-spot now overstimulated with attention as Joelâs cock pounds into you harder, brushing the spongy spot with each new movement into you.
You pant, clutching onto him and digging your manicured nails into his shoulder, scratching them along to his neck where you hang on for dear life.
âFuckâŚâ you murmur, feeling your body tensing, legs like jello as they shake on either side of Joelâs thighs. âLet me come, p-please, sir,â you whimper, holding back with every ounce of strength you have as the tingling warmth spreads, heat in your belly threatening to burst at any second.
âHang on fâme, baby, fuck, n-not yet,â Joel replies in a huff, clearly close to that high himself. âWanna fill you up right when youâre cominâ so pretty fâme.â
You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, holding back as your body screams at you with need. This wasnât the first time Joel had you hold back your climax, and it certainly wouldnât be the last, but it never got any easier. You whimper, nearing a sob as Joel thrusts into you, your hips rolling and stuttering into his movements. âPlease⌠sirâŚâ you cry.
Joel grunts out a stern no and continues to slam his hips into yours, growing harsher by the second. Youâre a whimpering wreck, your body nearly about to betray you as Joel hits your g-spot again. Tears leak from your eyes with the psychological effort of holding back, but you know itâll be worth it. It always is.
âNow,â Joel says simply, âCome for me, little doll,â he adds, finishing the sentence with a grunt as you start to lose control, feeling like a dam inside of you is bursting, all the pleasure rolling over you in dazzling waves. You flutter around Joelâs cock almost as hard as you ever have, squeezing his length as he lets out a small whimper himself. Your breathy moans right in his ear send goosebumps along his whole body despite how stifling the air is surrounding you two.
âFuckâŚâ he moans, his hips jerking a few times before he starts to spill himself into you. You continue to shake, pulling every last drop from him as you ride out your own high, Joelâs name rolling off your tongue as you moan.
âGod, yeahâŚâ you whimper out, finally collapsing onto Joelâs chest as his legs go limp underneath you. You both lay in silence, chests heaving and small smiles on your faces. Joel strokes the back of your head and your smile grows. Neither of you seem set on moving, the combination of both of your climaxes a slick mess between the two of you as you settle into a more steady rhythm of breathing.
âMmmâŚâ Joel mumbles out the noise. âHowâs my pretty little wife today, hm?â he asks quietly, fingers tracing down your cheeks to your lips.
âYouâre late to ask,â you tease him with a laugh, typically hearing that question before anything else when he gets home. He uses his free hand to squeeze your ass cheek in warning at your bratiness and you grin. âBut better now,â you answer in the familiar response to your favorite question from him.
âThought so,â Joel says wryly, giving you ass a lazy pat before kissing the side of your head. Heâs quiet for a few moments before lifting your hips off of his, your body immediately missing the sweet fullness of him as you both sit up. Joel brings your legs over his and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling like the most natural fit in the world.Â
ââM sorry about all this, baby - all the late nights and beinâ stressed and probably beinâ a grouch,â Joel says, his voice laden with guilt. He circles on your bare thigh with his fingers and you shudder a little, snuggling further into him. One of your hands wraps around his cheek, turning his head to meet your eye line and you give him a soft smile.
âYou think you just now started being a grouch?â you joke, knowing youâre pushing your limits on how much bratiness Joel will tolerate in one day before things escalate.
He growls deep in his throat and you giggle softly, scratching your fingers through his hair. âThin ice, babyâŚâ he murmurs.
âI love my grumpy husband,â you say sweetly, fingers moving down to run through his rough beard. âItâs okay though, Joel. Promise. I just miss you, but this busy and crazy time will pass like it always does, right? In the mean time...â you lower your voice, a finger trailing from his cheek to his neck and down his chest. âWe can just do that anytime you need it.âÂ
Joel chuckles, giving your entire body a squeeze against him. âThatâs my good girl. Always ready fâme.â You smile into his chest at his praise before he continues. âWeâll do somethinâ this weekend, the two of us anâ spend some time together, mkay? Make up for all this bullshit.â
You feel your heart squeeze inside your chest and your stomach flutter a little at the idea. Joel has typically been pretty good about planning dates over the years, but you know that itâs been hard with his extra workload lately, so youâve been missing the romantic evenings heâd plan for you two. Youâd tried to ask about planning one yourself, and Joel shut you down immediately in the sweetest way possible, claiming the responsibility fully for himself to do that for you.
âOoh, yes please,â you reply excitedly, hugging him close. Â
ââS a date then,â Joel confirms, leaning his head back onto the couch while you stay resting on his shoulder. You both fall into a comfortable quiet again, Joelâs breathing steadying as he dozes off.Â
âDo you want a cookie?â you ask into the silence, sitting up. Joelâs eyes creak open from where heâd been resting them and he glances down at you with furrowed brows.Â
âThat sâposed to be some kind of euphemism, darlinâ?â he asks groggily. You laugh, throwing your head back a little and shuffling yourself to sit up on the edge of the couch.Â
âCould be,â you giggle, âReal cookies this time, though. You can even sneak one before dinner.âÂ
Joel perks up a little, eyes opening a bit more. âChocolate chip?â he asks, a boyish glint in his gaze.Â
âOf course,â you nod, and Joel smiles tiredly, sitting up to join you on the edge of the couch.Â
âYou know youâre the best wife?â Joel says, nudging you with his shoulder and leaning over for a quick peck on your cheek before standing up and pulling his pants back on. He moans and groans while he twists his back and stretches his arms over his head for a few moments, and you know his knees must be flaring up as they do when heâs more stressed.
âJust one,â you warn Joel as you see him making his way to the kitchen trying to look like some kind of master sleuther on the hunt for fresh baked cookies. âIâm making dinner soon.â
âYeah, yeah,â Joel tosses over his shoulder at you before disappearing around the corner. When you make your way to the kitchen, you watch him take a bite off of a cookie from the cooling rack and you stand with crossed arms, admiring him. His eyes look you up and down with a similar appreciation, landing between your legs where he sees your underwear completely soaked and stained from your recent rendezvous. He smirks as he chews, stepping towards you.Â
âAnâ donât you dare think about changing your underwear,â he says in a low rumble, eyes flicking all over your face as he gets close to read if youâre going to keep up your bratty streak today. Instead, you give him a docile little upturn of your lips - heâs been through enough today - and brush past him to start working on dinner.Â
âWouldnât dream of it.â
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Hello yes,, another seb smut request :] I absolutely LOVEEDD the last fic u wrote and now I require more HGHDHFJF
Mabye like a really steamy makeout session with seb in his shop that ends up going further? But he has two tounges (///.//.///) so it's extra freakyyy,,
Preferably with a side of more degrading and breeding kink,, also, if your up for it,, maybe some oviposition?
Pairingâ˘[Sebastian Solace x hybrid fishy! Gn reader?]
Warnings⢠18+ No minors, but I'm not your mom so consume your own content, ovi kink, double tongue, double cock, breath play, breeding kink, blood, wounds?, not prof read
A/N⢠Okay, so, like, sorry for taking so long on this đ I've been so busy!! Anyway, I tried to make it gender neutral as possible. I'm also sorry for how short and bad this is. I really rushed it because I've been procrastinating on this. I also need to organize all my stuff on here as well. Flip. I also don't know why reader is a fish hybrid, I totally forgot what I was gonna do with that
Word count⢠1.4K
Heavy pants ringed through your ears as you pushed open hell saving door fifty. Clutching your side blood staining your hand, a giant gash layed on your side. Labored breaths seethed out of your clenched teeth as you gripped onto your side, attempting to apply pressure and because it hurt like hell. With a prayer, the vent up ahead pushed open with a snicker lingering in it. It was your trusted friend, well more of your only friend here, Sebastian. The weird fishy hybrid eel thing. . you didn't really know exactly what DNA was in him, just that he was a weird hybrid thing that sold you items. Nothing more, nothing less.
Crawing through the vent with a hiss due to the new position of having to crawl, tail dragging behind you. Red drops from the gash beneath your hand, leaving a small trail in wake. A small gasp leaving your mouth as you stood up, heaving. Suddenly your vision getting hazy finally came to you, how much blood have you lost? Glancing down to your wound, your whole hand was dripping red. The only noise you could focus on was the soft dripping of the crimson droplets hitting the metal like floor, your ear fins fanned back uncomfortably.
Due to your carelessness and not being careful about the doors you went into, you've waltz into at least one of the "Good People's" doors, maybe a few too close encounters with Angler leaving scratches on you. Everything was too fuzzy to remember, or feel? Looking up you finally notice Sebastians worried facial expression, and when where you sat on top of this table? A uncomfortable groan left you as Sebastian tightly wrapped bandages around your exposed wound. When did he take off my diving gear? Your eyebrows furrowed in glazed confusion, what was even happening? With your vision beginning to fade out, you slumped forward into Sebastians arms opting out on falling back against the hard metal wall.
The uncomfortableness of the cold metal against your bare skin and the stinging pain in your side sturs you awake. Hissing through your teeth you sit up, quickly realizing you arnt in your diving gear instead being in the bare essentials. The coldness was something you never could adjust to properly after being fused with some randome fish DNA the scientists excluded from telling you. Glancing down to your side you realize it's bandaged up, already becoming a light pink colour. A rough "Ahem." brings your attention to infront of you, Sebastian is in his normal spot in the corner. "How are you feeling?" His voice laced with distaste at the fact he even asked that, his eyes are squinted at you analytically.
"I'm. . fine." Your voice comes out warily, feeling uncomfortable under his unwelcoming gaze. A small hum leaves Sebastian in acknowledgement, awkward silence quickly fills in the room. The situation just being unusual between you too, and the fact you were practically half naked infront of him. Truly embarrassing stuff. You wince into yourself at the stinging pain to your side, analyzing your coverd wound once again. "You know. . I could take your mind off the pain. If you wanted." Sebastian voice made you look up once again, this time in confusion. "What. . What do you mean?" Voice laced with unease as his gaze becomes more predatorial like.
With him standing at the end of the table he easily grabs ahold of your ankles, firm hands slowly gliding up your exposed flesh pulling your pelvis flush to his waist. "You know. . just another way for you to repay for my services. Gotta pay for that medkit I used on you anyways, plus you staying in my hideout? A large fee you owe. ." He trails off. His gaze boreing into you as if trying to burn right through you. "Right.." His hands leave goosebumps in wake of his trail, finally firmly resting on your hips. Two tongues simultaneously slip out of his mouth as he leans forward. Your eyes widen slighty at the fact he has two, mouth agap slighty in awe. Sebastian takes this opportunity and connects his mouth with yours.
Two of the silky appendages explore your mouth, wrapping around your tongue. Eyes closing in bliss, hands coming up and wrapping around his neck deepining the kiss. His tongues threaten to go deeper into your throat, teasingly he slithers them further slowly making you let out a choked whimper. One of his hands come up to your throat choking you, starting out softly but quickly roughing it up to barley suffocating squeezing. With air becoming scarce for you, you grip onto the back of his neck hoping he'll get the idea. Your vision quickly begins to blur with no oxygen getting to you. Weakly squirming under him hoping to free yourself.
As your vision begins to fade and your wiggling slows he leans back, letting go of your throat. Taking in a sharp breath, feeling your heart skip a beat as your vision finally regains to its full. Sebastian chuckles as he looks down at you panting, your grip on him tightens as you finally calm down, but that was short lived as you feel two rather big appendages wiggle against your thigh. You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you see he has two cocks instead of one. The one that slithers it's way on the top of your stomach is much bigger and more thicker rather than the one that's under your thigh, it's still pretty big but the bottom is more thicker than the tip.
With a quick thrust of his hips a low groan emmits from him. With two of his hands gripping your midsection and his other grabbing your ankle, hoisting it over his shoulder as he leans in closer to you, mouth connecting once more. His bigger tentacle like cock slithers under your underwear, withoit any prep or warning he quickly juts his hips into you, cock easily slipping inside with how slick you already were. Tears prick the corners of your eyes at the stinging pain of him stretching you out, but after a few more thrusts the pain turned into pleasure. Moaning into the heated kiss, the feeling of his tongue fucking your mouth draws you closer to the edge, the familiar tightening feeling forms in your stomach.
As Sebastian leans back for air he reposting himself so his chest is flush against yours, he grabs the back of your thighs pushing them up. With this new angle he pushes himself impossibly deeper, hitting spots you never knew existed. Your arms tangle around his neck pushing his face into the crook of your neck. His tongues slither out giving a few little licks before harshly biting down, seemingly grounding himself as he does a few more harsh thrusts into the spot making your head feel dizzy. With a final thrust you feel something pushing its way inside you, Sebastians body stiffens with a groan as his jaw slacks against your shoulder. His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as he stills inside you. You whimper at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled up, a intrusion pushing past your cervix. Eyes furrowing in slight discomfort as you cling onto Sebastian, his rough panting, licks, and soft nips against your shoulder distract you from the pain.
He pulls out with a low groan, your stomach has a soft bump from all the eggs he pushed into you. A surprised whimper left your throat as you feel a his other slick tentacle wiggle against your entrance. He easily pushed inside once again, giving a few shallow thrusts before roughly pushing himself all the way. Moaning at the feeling of being impossible full, he ruts into you as he rides through both of your highs. He stays inside of you for a moment, catching his breath. His hand comes up and be runs his fingers through your hair, tips of his nails rubbing against your scalp comfortably. He let's your legs down slowly letting them lay on either side of his waist. His face still nuzzled into your neck as the movements of his hands slowly still until soft breathing can be heard from him. You glance down and realize he fell asleep, exhaustion quickly becomes evident to you as your eyes close with ease and you drift off to sleep holding onto Sebastian.
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brother's best friend | lance stroll social media au
pairing: lance stroll x fem schumacher!reader
there's something about the guy your brother tells you is off limits...
MASTERLIST | MY TIP JAR
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mickschumacher: happy birthday to the biggest pain in my ass
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user1: y/n is so mother that her birthday really should be a national holiday
yourusername: what ass? babe you built like an ironing board
mickschumacher: you're talking real loud for someone who has a smaller ass than me đ¤¨
yourusername: you wanna get the tape measure out ???
user2: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE
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yourusername: HAH
mickschumacher: i'll give you this one FOR ONCE only because it's your birthday
yourusername: you're SO generous
user3: both mick and y/n really got the unhinged gene from michael
user4: now we know why toto separates them in the paddock LOL
lancestroll: mick you were such a cute kid, what happened?
mickschumacher: EY stay out of it this is schumacher business
mickschumacher: or at least call y/n ugly too ugh đŠ
lancestroll: my dad taught me that it's wrong to tell lies sorry
mickschumacher: BACK UP ??? what's that supposed to mean?
yourusername: is no one allowed to compliment me anymore?
mickschumacher: NO. especially not a man. especially not an f1 driver. they're all whores.
estebanocon: ????
maxverstappen1: ????
lancestroll: ????
yourusername: is that why you got dropped? too bitchless?
mickschumacher: HOW DARE YOU? I PULL. I DO.
yourusername: sure you do
mickschumacher: that's it. if you're going to use my loneliness against me, then i invoke the kat stratford rule. you can't date until i do
yourusername: that is so horrifically tragic. who says i'm not already seeing someone?
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mickschumacher: I SAW THAT
user5: everybody pray for y/n
user6: for real i think mick lost all of his patience at haas đ
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yourusername: all my birthday wishes came true
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user7: cue the mick meltdown
mickschumacher: WHAT đ THE đ FUCK đ
yourusername: yes?
mickschumacher: does ten things i hate about you mean nothing to you?
yourusername: no ! but i like [redacted] more
mickschumacher: you can use [redacted] all you want but i will literally break in to your house I'M GETTING IN THE CAR
yourusername: soz girlypop but i'm at [redacted]'s house xoxo
mickschumacher: don't think i won't call sebastian i know he has you on find my friends
yourusername: go for it buddy i am completely confident in mine and seb's relationship
mickschumacher: @sebastianvettel pick up your phone
sebastianvettel: leave me be mick, i have met [redacted] and i think he's a great match đ
mickschumacher: WHAT
user8: well that was dramatic
user9: get that man back in the car before he genuinely runs across europe looking for y/n
user10: i love how they're all going along with the [redacted] nonsense
user11: i know seb was having way too much fun with it
estebanocon: happy birthday y/n, i hope [redacted] treated you well !
yourusername: why thank you esteban, i have had a great time
mickschumacher: do not tell me you know as well :(
estebanocon: i don't but saying [redacted] is super fun đ¤Š
lancestroll: [redacted] does make them sound like a criminal
mickschumacher: when i found out who it is, they may become part of a criminal trial
lancestroll: okay buddy...
yourusername: thank you lance, at least someone here is talking sense
mickschumacher: don't use my friends against me đ¤¨
yourusername: maybe he's my friend too dumbass
user12: or more đ
mickschumacher: do not even speak that into existence
user13: i need it to be lance or at least another driver just for mick's reaction at this point
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lancestroll: just appreciating the birthday girl
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user17: WAIT !! let me grab my popcorn đż
user18: i am sat for this mick meltdown
user19: it might be an all-timer
yourusername: before mick inevitably throws all his toys out of the pram... i love you sir lancelot !! thank you for the amazing birthday and for being the best boyf eva xxx
lancestroll: i love you too darling, glad we could spend all this time together before the season starts again
yourusername: booooo i don't wanna share you :(
lancestroll: you could just join me ...
yourusername: do NOT threaten me with a good time
user20: i think i can hear mick having a tantrum from all the way across the world
mickschumacher: ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO. NOPE. NADA. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. DELETE.
lancestroll: you done?
mickschumacher: NO I AM NOT. TAKE YOUR MOUTH OFF OF MY SISTER. THE ONLY SCHUMACHER YOU WILL BE KISSED BY IS MY FIST
lancestroll: bit too late for that
mickschumacher: HALT. i do not need to know that :(
yourusername: have you got it out of your system? because i really love lance and i'm sorry we kept it from you, but we thought it was best while we figured it all out
mickschumacher: i am happy for you. all i want to see is you happy, and if that is lance so be it. just no pda in front of me
lancestroll: you're saying this like i'm a monster? i'm literally your friend, surely that's a good sign?
mickschumacher: wait. i thought we were best friends :(
lancestroll: yes! we're bffs ! best friends forever + este
estebanocon: yes we love you mick even when you scream all the time and call us whores?
yourusername: gosh you're such a drama queen, have this heart to heart in the group chat this is a birthday post for ME
user21: well this got suprisingly heartfelt
sebastianvettel: happy birthday y/n, i'm happy for both of you!
yourusername: thank you seb ! x
lancestroll: thank you seb, wingman of the year
mickschumacher: WHAT
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yourusername: my boyf just won point with broken wrists, what the fuck are y'all doin?
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user24: this was so sexy of lance honestly
maxverstappen1: winning the race bozo
yourusername: the question was clearly rhetorical genius
maxverstappen1: i don't care đ¤ˇââď¸
user25: i always forget that these two technically grew up together
lancestroll: the doctors said i still need to be looked after, will you be my sexy nurse?
mickschumacher: EW this is exactly what i was talking about. keep this shit to yourselves
mickschumacher: PLUS, i don't think that would be wise with broken wrists
lancestroll: gotta ruin all of our jokes now?
yourusername: so me being a sexy nurse is a joke :( ?
lancestroll: no! you can definitely look after me and you're definitely sexy
yourusername: good good. sit back and relax baby
user26: what if we also want to be seen by sexy nurse y/n?
mickschumacher: choke
lancestroll: choke
fernandoalo_oficial: so no mention of my podium đ¤¨
yourusername: bore off old man you've got completely functioning wrists
fernandoalo_oficial: still impressive no?
yourusername: cry me a river
lancestroll: it was very impressive fernando
fernandoalo_oficial: at least one of my kids respect me
yourusername: god i think being a drama queen is a requirement for being an f1 driver
user27: she's not wrong
fernandoalo_oficial
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fernandoalo_oficial: accidentally acquired two kids this season
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user28: grid dad fernando is back baby
user29: who is the mum and can i be her?
yourusername: soz mark beat you to it
oscarpiastri: does that make us all siblings?
mickschumacher: absolutely not. the schumacher gang is very exclusive
fernandoalo_oficial: who said i claimed you?
mickschumacher: as if you wouldn't want to claim me
yourusername: soz mick, looks like only one of us slays
lancestroll: fernando has taste đ
mickschumacher: i hate you both
yourusername: love you too x
user30: golly gosh these girlies are so dramatic
user31: lance, y/n and oscar is the chill trio we need
yourusername: also thanks pa for the cute pic x
lancestroll: and for not complaining the whole time
yourusername: SOME people could learn a thing or two ....
mickschumacher: hey! i am a good photographer you're just ugly
lancestroll: you take that back
mickschumacher: you were my friend first you should be on my side :(
yourusername: you snooze you lose mickster
lancestroll: :p
user32: so glad that this relationship is bringing out lance's sassy side
user33: now all we need is the return of the racing point hair
yourusername: i'm on it đŤĄ
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yourusername: the romance books didn't lie, there really is nothng like your brother's best friend
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user34: boyf!lance got me going feral
user35: third pic is defo going platinum on pinterest
lancestroll: all the turmoil was worth it :)
yourusername: turmoil being mick pouting at you for like three hours
lancestroll: i am a sensitive man! i don't like people being upset with me :(
yourusername: mick is just a drama queen, probably his way of hazing you, or distracting himself from being lonely
mickschumacher: for that lonely comment you just got yourself stuck with a third wheel
mickschumacher: FOR LIFE
estebanocon: and me !! don't forget about meeee
user36: my fave unproblematic foursome
yourusername: hold your horses babe two of that four are siblings maybe we should reword this
sebastianvettel: is mick finished now? can i safely go back on my phone without getting ten billion calls about you and lance?
yourusername: yeah i think he's got it out of his system
sebastianvettel: good. but you and lance are still on babysitting duty for putting my through this
lancestroll: not the punishment you think it is we love those kids
yourusername: plus lance is cute with kids and gives me major baby fever
sebastianvettel: oh no...
mickschumacher: WHAT ABSOLUTELY NOT NO BABIES YET I ONLY JUST ACCEPTED YOU DATIGN I DON;Y WANT TO THINK ABOUT... THAT
yourusername: but baby lancelots would be so cute :(
lancestroll: baby y/ns would be cuter
yourusername: that's it. seb sorry we will be a little late
mickschumacher: DELETE
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note: this request has been in the bank for a while and i know i took a lil creative liberty but i hope you enjoyed!! also thought lance deserved some love after the recent tomfoolery ... alas! happy new year and i hope everyone has a great new years eve xx
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I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. youâre so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because iâm scared they take a look at it and be like âyou cannot be srsâ. Idk if it makes sense but oh wellđđ
can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you smđđŤśđ˝
YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN
featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader
warning. cursing
note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')
GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings â he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.
so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.
he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away â gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.
but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.
it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?
his y/n.
so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah â he was scared.
and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.
"y/n, can we talk?"
you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."
"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.
his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."
that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."
it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."
and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.
"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.
gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all â you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.
"i..love you so much." was all he could say,
"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do â so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.
and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."
that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.
so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light â he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.
he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.
NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.
everyone except for you, unfortunately.
usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days â he hasn't been getting that.
instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.
nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work â he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.
obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.
it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.
it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.
you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up â that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.
"y/n?"
oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor â he said nothing, not even a hello.
nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.
that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."
nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"
that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?
nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"
you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."
nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."
his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.
nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.
SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."
but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him â and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.
"you're ignoring me, hm?"
"what? noâ i just didn't hear you calling out to me."
don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.
"why're you running away, brat?"
"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance â what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.
"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"
that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him â sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.
"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."
sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it â but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).
"that's it?" that's it? that's it?
you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"
"no one. me."
he flicks your forehead, "then stop."
if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual â and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.
keyword: tries
he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.
Š CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !
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bloody stones
pairing: astarion x gn!reader, astarion x gn!tav
summary: you nearly die and astarion still can't bring himself to be honest with you.
word count: 4,018
a/n: first time trying to write for astarion (or just bg3 in general) & i'm not sure it came out how i wanted it to, BUT i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless <333 i kind of wrote this to be like a background for a future thing i think... but no promises bc i am anything if not inconsistent đ
warnings: descriptions of blood & injury, canon typical violence, mentions of past abuse. lmk if i should add more!
You were fairly certain you had never been as close to death as you currently were. Even while trapped inside of the nautiloid ship, you had felt like you would make it out. Granted, that might have been because you thought Laeâzel was going to kill you if you died, but still. Even then, on a ship that was actively crashing from hundreds of miles in the sky, youâd thought youâd make it out.
That hope is nowhere to be found as Zârell drives her ax into your lower leg. You have been injured in battle dozens of times but this is the first time your injury has ever made you fall to your knees within three seconds of receiving it. There is next to no pain at first, but then she pulls her ax from your leg, and it feels like⌠well, like your leg was just split open.
Blood gushes down your leg, and you canât stand up again, but by the grace of one of the gods, you manage to block her next attack. Her ax meets the blade of your sword with a loud clang that you can hear over the sounds of other blades clashing and spells being conjured. Anger blazes in Zârellâs eyes and she surges her weapon further with as much strength as she can muster. You met her with the same effort, but youâre losing so much blood so fast. Youâre not nearly as strong as she is.
A noise that is somewhere between a cry and a grunt falls from your lips. But you are certain this is it. Youâll die here. In Moonrise Towers with a parasite wiggling within your skull. Youâll die in a blighted land and your friends will go on without you. If they survive, that is. You can feel your arms wobbling, about to give out. Her ax will come down on your neck and youâll sit here choking on your own blood until you die. Maybe sheâll dig the Illithid parasite out of your skull and consume it just as your Dream Guardian had urged you to do so many times before. You doubt Zârell would have qualms about it though - if fact, she might just keep you alive while she digs around in your skull. She seems like the type.
But then thereâs an arrow embedded in Zârellâs neck. And now sheâs the one choking on her blood, her weapon faltering. You donât have time to be grateful, not when sheâs determined to make a killing blow and take you out with her. It takes all of your effort to roll out of the way, her ax bouncing off of the bloody stone floor where your head had just been seconds previous. Your head is spinning from the movement, and your leg feels like dead weight, but you manage to draw your dagger and shove it deep into the disciples stomach.
Zârell falls to her knees. Then forward, onto her face. Dead.Â
Hands are underneath your arms, dragging you away from the rest of the battle before you even have time to process that you arenât dead. You have half a mind to kick and struggle, but when you try to push the hands off of your body you stop your fighting. You know these hands.
âAstarion,â you choke out, tilting your head upwards to see him above you, carefully dragging you behind a turned over table. You can feel a trail of blood being left by your leg; for a moment you wonder if Astarion had smelled your blood before he saw it.
âDonât talk,â Astarion scolds, propping your back against the table. Blood is splattered on his face and armor, his bow slung across his body. Your eyes shift to his quiver where only three arrows remain. If you werenât so busy trying not to pass out from blood loss, you might have told him you were right when youâd told him this morning he needed more arrows. But you can hardly convince yourself to breathe, let alone make a joke.
Astarionâs face is twisted into an expression you donât think youâve ever seen him wear before. There is determination there as he examines your wound, cursing beneath his breath. Thereâs concern too. But something else dances in his crimson eyes that makes you tilt your head to the side curiously.Â
Fear.
Astarion is scared.Â
âHow bad?â you force out, leaning your head back against the overturned table. Your eyes lock on the ceiling of Moonrise. This had been a temple once. Briefly, as you fight to keep your eyes open, you decide that it mightâve even been beautiful.
âNot terrible,â Astarion lies. You know itâs a lie, and he knows you know that, too. You mightâve looked at him, tried to assure him you would be okay if you believed it. But youâre not quite sure that you do, so you keep your eyes on the ceiling, listening to the sounds of battle slowing down behind you.
Astarion stops talking after that. Your silence and sudden interest in the ceiling is enough to make Astarion certain his heart will start beating again just so it can race in fear. But his hands are quick in grabbing a healing potion from your belt and helping you get it down. Theyâre faster still as he shuffles through his discarded back for cloth to press to your wound.Â
Blood quickly soaks the white cloth and Astarionâs hands, but the vampire doesnât mind. He canât be bothered to think about how potent your blood smells, how easy it would be to just take some for himself. He is certain that if youâd been bleeding out in front of him like this when you first met that he wouldâve taken every last drop of blood that he could get. But right now⌠Astarion wasnât sure he had ever wanted to puke at the sight of blood more.
Astarion isnât sure heâs ever felt a panic quite like this before. Perhaps when heâd woken up in a coffin six feet underground. Maybe when heâd realized he was a slave to an evil vampire lord. But other than that? No, Astarion had never felt fear like this. Fear that clutches him by the throat, makes his hands start to tremble. Fear that wonât let him focus on the battle coming to end. Not even to see if his companions - his friends - had survived. All he knows is you, your blood coating his hands, and terror coursing through his entire being.
Heâs so consumed by his fear that he doesnât notice youâve finally passed out. Nor does he hear Shadowheart approach until sheâs shoving Astarion away from you, her hands immediately coming to rest above the gash in your leg. She starts to mutter the words of a healing spell and even Astarion can tell that sheâs completely spent, that sheâs using her last bit of magic and strength to coax your skin back together.
âWake them up,â Shadowheart hisses, her eyes still locked on your leg. âWake them up now, Astarion!â
The near crack in Shadowheartâs voice stirs Astarion from his fear driven stupor. His hands are on your face immediately, your name falling from his lips once, twice. His fingers find the pulsepoint at your neck, and Astarion doesnât dare to move until he feels it. Itâs faint, but it is there.
But your eyes are still closed, and no matter how hard Astarion tries, you will not wake up. Youâre still breathing, but itâs hard and labored, and Astarion is certain that if he looks away from you for even a moment you will be gone for good. He didnât know much, but Astarion did know that a world without you was not one he was willing to return to.
By the grace of⌠something, Shadowheart manages to mend the skin of your leg. Sheâs exhausted and can hardly stand by the time sheâs finished, but she does it. Youâre still out cold, and Astarion is not sure whether to start crying or to find something else to kill to distract himself.
âItâs the blood loss,â Wyll assures him quickly, hauling Shadowheart up from the ground with her arm over his shoulders. âTheyâll live. But we need to move them. Now.â
The Blade of Frontiers does not waste another moment, leading Shadowheart across the main floor of Moonrise Towers, down into the basement. Astarion doesnât hesitate to do the same with you, his blood coated hands holding you so, so carefully.
When you wake up, youâre pretty sure youâre dead. You didnât know what you expected the afterlife to hold, but it certainly was not a stone floor and the smell of mildew. For a second you think that maybe you could be somewhere else (somewhere where you are not dead) but you canât think very clearly right now. All you can feel is a distant throbbing in your head and a bone deep cold. Your leg⌠You could feel your leg. That was good, considering the last thing you could recall before passing out was taking Zârellâs ax to your shin.
And Astarion. You remembered his familiar grip, pulling you to safety. You remembered his crimson eyes, the fear youâd seen in them. But that was it. You didnât remember passing out or how light you had felt while blood seeped from your leg. For a moment, it troubles you that you canât remember. But if this was truly your eternal resting place⌠maybe it was a good thing you couldnât remember. Youâre not sure that it's really something youâd enjoy dwelling on for the rest of eternity.
Youâre not sure how long you lay there. You donât move your body, and your eyes keep falling closed every once in a while. You feel lightheaded, yet impossibly heavy at the same time. All you can bring yourself to do is stare at the ceiling. Maybe there is a god here, because youâre gifted the memory of doing the very same thing before passing out the first time. And this ceiling looks remarkably similar to the one in Moonrise Towers.
That voice, too. The one you can hear in the distance - almost as if they are shouting for you from the other room. The voice is so similar toâŚ
âAstarion?â You breathe out, your eyes finally shifting away from the ceiling. They fall instead to the person beside you. At first, theyâre just a jumble of white curls and red eyes. But then your vision clears and so does your hearing. Astarionâs repeating your name, asking if you can hear him. All you can do is nod. At least you know youâre alive, though. Or at least, youâre pretty sure. Your brain is still foggy. The lingering effects of blood loss? Or perhaps one too many healing potions?
You somehow manage to force yourself into a sitting position. Astarionâs right hand splays against your lower back carefully, his left one hovering in front of your body to catch you if you fold in on yourself. When you straighten your back, the room spins so fast youâre certain that Galeâs cast a spell to make it do that. Your hands grip Astarionâs left arm to keep from falling over.
âEasy, easy,â Astarion says softly. Youâre not certain of many things right now, but you are certain that you have never heard Astarion use that tone before. One so gentle, so soft. Even when heâd told you of Cazador and the scar that tainted his back.Â
âIâm okay,â you reply after a moment. Your hands still grip his arm but neither of you seem to mind it. âIâm okay, promise.â The sentiment is just as much for yourself as it is for Astarion.
Astarion only hums in reply. His eyes are flickering over your face. Like heâs taking you in for the first time - or perhaps even the last. His hand on your back is a welcome weight and the feeling of his forearm under your fingertips keeps you grounded. This is real. You are here.
You are alive.
âHoly shit,â you curse. Your eyes widen and your breathing slowly begins to pick up. Youâd been so close to dying, to bleeding out in a cursed land so far from home. Youâd never thought youâd be one to care so much about something like this, but the fear that you couldâve died is gripping you by the throat, pinning you beneath its clutches.Â
Astarion notices this. Of course he notices. He notices everything about you. The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. How you shift your weight from foot to foot when unsure about something. How your hands flex when youâre growing frustrated. So of course he notices your breathing picking up, your grip on his arms becoming just slightly tighter.
âYouâre okay, youâre okay. You need to breathe, love.â He says your name softly then, still in that foreign tone of his. The hand at your back comes up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. âBreathe,â his voice is firmer now, one youâre used to from him. Maybe itâs that tone of his that compels you to listen. Maybe itâs his hand cradling your face like you might slip away as soon as he lets you go. Or maybe itâs the fact that his eyes are still swimming with that fear youâd seen before you lost consciousness.
It takes a few moments, but you manage to even out your breathing. Those invisible claws at your neck retract, fading into the shadows of the room. The basement of Moonrise Towers, you realize. That was why the ceiling looked similar to the one upstairs.Â
Everything returns to you then. The battle, Ketheric, the ax, the amount of blood youâd lost. Astarionâs arrow in Zârellâs neck.
âYou killed her,â you say, as if Astarion had not killed dozens of other enemies during your travels. âNice aim.â
Astarion visibly deflates as soon as the joke leaves your lips. Your lips quirk into the smallest of smiles despite yourself. But then Astarion retracts his hand from your face, and that small smile falls away slowly. Astarion pretends not to notice it. You pretend like you donât either; your attention shifts to your right leg, studying the skin exposed by the large tear in your pants. You make a mental note to find new pants.
Your hand trembles slightly as you remove it from Astarionâs arm and bring it down on your leg. Gingerly, you pull the ruined fabric back more and take in where the wound should have been. Instead, your skin looks near perfect. There is a thin scar from where Shadowheartâs healing had knitted the skin together but that is the only indication that your flesh had been torn apart that very same day.
âFor a woman who worshiped the Lady of Loss, Shadowheart was rather good at keeping me - us from losing you.â
Your eyes shift to Astarionâs at his slip. You try to not let your face fall when he pulls his arm from beneath your other hand. He leans back in the chair that matches the table youâre laid out on top of, crossing his arms and screwing his face into that expression youâve grown to recognize as a mask. A flash of hurt floods through you. Selfishly, you wonder how much more you will need to do to prove yourself before Astarion finally, finally trusts you.
âShadowheart is a good healer,â you say instead of what you want to say. You want to comment on him being scared. You want to point out that he had literally saved your life. You want to tell him that that is not something you just do for someone youâre looking at with sheer indifference. âI think youâre the only one who doubts her.â Your own tone has changed. Despite the hurt in your heart, your tone is sharp.
âI do not doubt her, my dear. I donât trust her. There is a difference,â Astarion replies with a wave of his hand. You donât like this game. You hate this game. Why must he insist on playing it?
âDo you trust anyone, Astarion?â
If you were anyone else, Astarion wouldâve had a quick retort. Or if youâd said it with anger in your voice. But youâre you and the question comes out with far less frustration than you had wanted it to. Instead, you sound sad. Hurt. And somehow, seeing you look like this is almost as bad as watching you bleed out. He predicts your next words before you say them, but he still winces at them all the same.
âDo you trust me?â
Your question hangs in the air between the two of you. Maybe itâs the lack of blood in your system that makes you say it. You never would have dared to ask something so vulnerable just a few feet from the rest of your companions normally. Maybe itâs the fact that you had almost died. Almost died with so many unsaid words swimming through your mind. Maybe thatâs why you say it. Or maybe youâre just tired of not knowing what Astarion is truly thinking and feeling.
âYou know I care for you,â Astarion replies after a moment. And you do know - how could you not when youâd seen his fear at the prospect of losing you with your own two eyes. How could you not know that he cared for you when he was so gentle every time he took your blood? How could you not know that he cared for you when he had sat beside you on sleepless nights?Â
But that was not what your question was.Â
âThatâs not what I asked.â You intend to sound firm still. You fail, though, and you sound every bit as hurt and frustrated as you feel. âWhy not?â Why didnât he trust you? Or better, why did he not trust you enough? He trusted you enough to tell you about Cazador and what his former master had done to him. But he didnât trust you enough to be honest about his emotions - especially his emotions towards you. Why? Why?
You watch as Astarion shifts in his seat. At first, you think heâs going to get up and walk away from you. Instead, he shifts forward, and his left hand finds yours. Your eyes fall to where your skin meets, they watch as Astarion holds your hand on top of his gently. His own attention is drawn to it, watching carefully as his other hand fidgets with your fingers.
âI thought you were going to die.â
His confession is soft, heartfelt. You might even be able to convince yourself he sounds like he might cry. But when he looks up to meet your eyes again, his crimson eyes are clear of tears. But there is pain there. Pain and torment and that fear.Â
âI thought you were going to die and I would⌠And I would have to live with -â He gestures to himself with his hand that had been fidgeting with your fingers. âThis.â
Your eyebrows knit together at his words, but you say nothing. You had long since learned that when Astarion was on the verge of opening up, it was best to let him get the words out on his own. Pressuring him had never gotten you anywhere. Well, except for right now. Every other time it had been entirely fruitless.Â
âYou have shown a kindness to me that I am unfamiliar with. With Cazador⌠His version of kindness was letting me eat instead of starving. But it always had a price. Always,â he canât look at you anymore, instead looking intently at your hand in his. âYour kindness - I am learning - comes freely.â
âYou are waiting for the other boot to drop,â You say, understanding what he is trying to tell you without directly saying it. When he nods, you swallow thickly. Words seem to fail you as you search desperately for the right thing to say. But there are no words that feel good enough.
Astarion also seems to be at a loss for words. Carefully, you place your hand not holding his under his chin and tilt his face upwards, so that your eyes meet once more. Your hand slides to cup his cheek, and your heart swells when you feel him press into your touch gently.Â
âI am not him.â
Astarionâs eyes close at your words. He doesnât move, doesnât say anything, doesnât do anything except sit there for a long moment. So long that you think he isnât going to reply. But then he turns his head, and he kisses the palm of your hand. Then where your hand meets your wrist. Then the inside of your wrist. As he places the third kiss to your skin, you let your hand fall away and watch as he picks it up with his free hand.
He doesnât say it, but you know he understands. He knows you are not Cazador. And you donât say it, but he knows you understand. You know he is trying. And neither of you say it, but both of you see those three words swimming in each otherâs eyes. But you both know theyâre there.
âThank you,â you say after a long minute. âFor not letting me die. Not that I expected you to, butâŚâ
But you knew he wouldnât have saved you a few weeks ago.Â
âI mean it. Thank you.â
The fear in Astarionâs eyes finally melts away and that smirk of his falls onto his lips. But this was not his mask - no, this was his real joy. His real happiness at your not being dead and at being able to let a joke slip past his lips knowing you didnât expect anything because of it.
âI can think of a few ways you could show that gratitude,â he says suggestively. A smile of your own spreads across your face, despite the color that floods it, too. Weakly, you shove his hands off of yours and roll your eyes at him. âYou are welcome. Iâll save you a thousand times over if it means I get to see your smile once more.â
âOh, donât get soft on me now,â You say through your grin. But youâd like nothing more. A soft Astarion meant a healed one, a safe one. If that meant you were subjected to a few sappy lines here and there, you wouldnât mind it.
âHard to be soft with you around.â
âAstarion,â You hiss, realizing the joke youâve walked yourself right into. For a second you debate getting off of the table and smacking him over the head, but when you shift your leg just slightly, that dizziness returns and has you gripping the edge of the table.Â
Astarion is on his feet within a moment, noticing the change in you as soon as it happens. His hand has returned to your back, steadying you as the room starts to spin again. With your head a little clearer now, you recognize the feeling as similar to what you feel when Astarion drinks from you. With how strongly youâre feeling it⌠you donât want to think about how much blood you must have lost.
âRest. Please,â Astarion says in that soft voice again. And truly, who are you to deny him when heâs being so gentle? You let him coax you onto the table, onto the soft pile of fabrics you hadnât realized had been under your head until just now. You want to stay conscious, to talk to Astarion more, but as soon as youâve settled back down, you realize just how tired you are.
When you stir hours later, youâre tucked into your bedroll within your tent. And Astarion is sitting not far from you, reading. You donât say anything as sleep overtakes you again, but youâre pretty certain you could get used to waking up to the sight of Astarion.
And Astarionâs pretty certain he wouldnât mind it either.
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Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2
Part 1, Part 2, (Part 3??)
Part 1 was many months ago.. oopsie! Been doing a lot of reading recently and HOLY FUCK I LOVE THE TWISTED SERIES BY ANA HUANG. I JUST FINISHED IT, CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE KING OF SINS SERIES (btw I finished it a long time ago, this draft just never made it out). Do y'all like want some stuff implemented from there, here? I'M THINKING KING OF GREED? đ
Also.. This was supposed to be my birthday special, but what happened was I became busy and never got around to making a definitive ending.. but don't worry, this isn't where the series ends.
My goodness the taglist on this one almost doubled, to anyone who doesn't want to be part of the tags, please tell me so that I can remove you because this will be the official list and it's still open for more people who wanna see this series.
Warning: Too lazy to proof read since I have so much to do, please tell me any autocorrected, misspelled words in the replies so I can change it.. đ
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Simon sulked, his forehead resting on the soft mattress. His back and neck were aching yet he couldn't get the fear and worry out his head. You clear the fog in your head, your body felt sore despite the semi-comfortable bed you were laying on.
You groan softly, forcing yourself to sit-up, where the fuck was your daughter? Was she safe? In a panic you looked around the room, you let out a long, deep sigh as you saw her laying on the couch. Long blond hair splayed around messily on the pillow with a blanket that was barely hanging onto her body, she looked so peaceful.
You felt movement next to you, Simon woke up. He looks up to you, in a bit of a shock. He didn't say a word before holding you and guiding you back down to lay on the slightly adjusted bed, back against the pillow he fixed behind you, you wanted to fight it and protest but his strength was god-like on your still weak and not well rested body, your throat was dry to the point of pain and obvious discomfort.
Simon knows you better than you know yourself, resentment settled in your blood, felt more than the amount than when you missed him. He took the tightly sealed water bottle on the table next to your bed and pries it open, holding the bottle's opening to your lips.
You took a big gulp with his guide but you gently took the bottle off his hand into your own, your fingers brushing his a bit in the process, basically telling him you could do it yourself. A few more gulps down and your throat was eased, you handed back the water bottle to Simon.
He was fidgeting with his hands, his fingers rubbing and grazing the spot your fingers accidentally touched. You looked down with dismay as he takes the bottle from you and closes it.
Was he so disgusted and revolted by your touch that he's brushing off his fingers from it? You knew you didn't end it good terms but you had no idea he hated you that much. Maybe not.. are you overthinking? Probably.
It was silent, awkward, just hearing the IV drip and the beeps of the heart monitor. Simon wanted to say something so bad but what do you say to the love of your life who you've hurt severely and regret it because you still love her and want to be in her life again? Mouthful, he knows.
Simon had no right to you anymore, he couldn't even scold you and tell you to take better care of yourself anymore because that's what he used to do, it's way too familiar. He couldn't even touch you without him thinking it would make you uncomfortable.
You feel it, rather see it more but Simon wanted to die in the moment. Heavy breaths and clearly restless eyes, disheveled hair..
"How do you feel..?" He said, he looks elsewhere as he wanted to avoid the way your eyes chose to settle on him..
"I don't know..? I don't know how to process all this but there's no physical pain, just nausea.." you said, he got up to call a nurse and alert them that you're awake. He chose to step out while the doctor did the regular routine of checking everything.
"Momma?" You turn to your left at the couch where your daughter was sat up, rubbing her eyes.. she got off it and immediately ran to you, "I'm glad you're okay now.." she said which never failed to make you smile with how caring she tended to be..
"What happened bubs? Momma doesn't remember much except for fainting.." you asked the bundle of joy as you tried to piece back what had happened beforehand..
"I called dada when you fell, momma. I was so scared, I was shouting but you won't wake up.. dada took so long to get there but when he did, he asked me to go in the car while carried you inside to take you here.." she said, you took her off the ground and placed her at your side, embracing her little body.
"I'm sorry bubs, momma should've taken better care of herself.. if I had, I wouldn't have been so sick to the point of unconsciousness.." you felt so guilty, if only it had been under better circumstance then you would've been able to take care of yourself better and not put your child through what must've been a moment that should've set her in a panic.
"It's okay, momma. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of you like you take care of me.." her sweet little voice paused for a moment.
"Momma, what does unconscious mean?" She asked, you laughed, forgetting that she doesn't know the meaning of certain words yet..
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