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hi! i just wanted to say, i’m a sub and i avoid sub skz stuff bc it’s not really my taste. i scrolled though the lee know smut tag like a few weeks ago, and i came across strawberry lemonade. i know i avoid sub skz, but i decided to give it a try anyways. and oh my god, i think that was the best decision i ever made. i haven’t read any sub skz fics because i figured that i probably wouldn’t like it, but i’m so glad that i gave it a try because honestly i think i’m kind of into it. the way you write is actually so delicious. your use of descriptions is actually scarily good like it was so easy to visualize it all, and like oh my god your descriptions sounded so hot. and the dialogue too…sooo good!! i loved how it transitioned from playfulness to something more, i don’t know, hot? idk the whole fic is just hot. all the teasing and calling him kitten?? oh my god. dragging the cold popsicle against his skin and then licking it up with the warmth of your mouth?? the sudden change in temperature is just so hot. and oh my god, putting the popsicle on his cock??

“You rolled the treat lower to emphasize your question, wedging it against his balls and making his cock spasm wildly,”

HELLO??? THE VISUAL?? imagination running wild. balls unfortunately don’t get enough love, so that line made me go a little crazy. and the way his cock spasms wildly because of it is so ridiculously hot. and even when you’re doing all of that, he still tries holding onto his pride, which is actually soo cute. and then wrapping your lips around his cock?? ughhh, if just doing it against his thighs got me going crazy, this one definitely got me going even crazier. the contrast in temperatures is <33333!! and using the popsicle where your lips didn’t cover?? you’re gonna be the death of me.

“Gradually, you built up a steady pace, timing the strokes of the popsicle with your mouth so that every inch of his dick was being stimulated at once. Hot and frigid, sloppy and smooth, like you were freezing his body over and setting it back on fire. It wasn’t long before the dizzying blend of sensations became too much for him to handle.”

i’ll let that paragraph speak for itself because holy shit was that hot as hell.

“Don’t make me beg for it.”

“But you sound so cute when you do.”

HELLLLOOOOOO?????????? ugh your writing is just so scrumptious!! oh my god and when he finally lets go of his pride and starts begging, it’s sooooo <333333

“The strawberry slush dissolved against your tongue, cooling the inside of your mouth to create an icy blend of saliva that was far too much for his hypersensitive body to handle.”

OH MY GOD. i’m in love. and the part where you stop just to make sure he doesn’t get hurt is just so adorableeee!! many fics are just pure smut with no feelings, so it’s absolutely lovely when you included this little bit that shows that you care about minho <33

“Even the popsicle lasted longer than you.”

PLEASEEEE i lost it at that omggg.

sjiwnfienenf this fic was a masterpiece. was it kinda unsanitary? yeah. but does that matter? absolutely not. i loved it omg. super hot. i stalked your blog afterwards. read almost everything, just need to find the time to start reading butterfly bandage and a few others.

also, i wanted to hear your thoughts on domming skz for the first time? but if you’re not comfortable writing switch reader, then maybe pegging for the first time? (reading “safe” made me lose my mind omg)

hello hello! first off i just have to say that your entire message has me in shambles oh my god i can’t believe how sweet u are!! 😭 thank you so much for all your kind and encouraging words, it means a lot to me that you liked it! esp since sub skz isnt ur usual cup of tea i’m delighted that you took a chance on strawberry lemonade n ended up enjoying it <33

the way u caught on to so many little details throughout the fic and immersed urself in the descriptions is incredibly touching to me, you really read w a keen eye i appreciate it so much!! even to the point of sharing lil excerpts that you liked and noticing the slight tone shift at the beginning…ur too kind ㅠㅠ the contrasting temperatures was kinda what inspired the whole thing so i’m glad to know u found that hot hehehe what better way to slowly chip away at lino’s pride right~ and yes!! i try to sneak in softer moments whenever i can to show some love for the boys, i’m very happy u took notice of that part and that it’s smth you value as well! 🥰

thank u again for taking the time to send such a lovely message u really brightened up my day!! butterfly bandage is a bit of a journey haha…if you do end up reading it i hope you’ll enjoy the ride angel 💗💗💗

as for ur question! yes i don’t do switch reader, but i think i could do smth like going from a vanilla relationship to domming skz for the first time if you’d like? either way, i’ll add first time pegging thoughts under the cut here ^_^

chan - so shy, so so shy. he’s extremely self-conscious abt it bc he feels guilty for wanting smth that, in his mind, is almost solely for his own pleasure instead of yours. he’s a lil giver who always wants to satisfy you first, after all! still, he can’t deny how bad he craves trying it, he definitely researches pegging on his own (shoutout deadpool) and gets off to the thought of it, then feels insanely embarrassed w himself after. he doesn’t have the courage to ask you outright, but since u know him well enough, it becomes pretty clear to you what he wants through his indirect roundabout channie ways of hinting at it. saying things like “ur always slapping my butt *giggle* why do u like it so muchhh~” or “i saw some videos the other day and um. yeah haha. i was like wow, ppl are into some pretty interesting things, yknow?” or ofc the infamous complaining abt how fat his ass is…lmao. and after one too many times of him fiddling w his ears and giving u hopeful glances as he stammers his way through dropping hints, you finally accept that this man is never gonna ask for it himself and decide to take initiative instead

when you do, he bursts into flames 😭 he tries desperately to play coy n oblivious, but it’s so clear how much the idea excites him w how he goes bright red, he’s not fooling anyone~ channie is such a good boy though. even if he’s nervous, he does his part to try and prep himself for you on his own, experimenting w fingering himself and even looking for the right toys to get him used to being opened up. he does whatever he can to be ready for you and make the process more convenient, but he’d definitely still need to ease into it little by little. starting w you fingering him so he can adjust to being filled up like that, testing out some smaller toys, then eventually leading into the actual pegging after a few days or weeks. he needs you to take it slow the first time, be very gentle w him! bc not only is it a bit nervewracking to try smth new, he also just feels kinda vulnerable and insecure abt it. needs lots of convincing that this is smth you want too, and that you get all the pleasure you need just seeing him blissed out and falling apart underneath you <3

he’s a flustered wreck the entire time, squirming and avoiding eye contact and covering up his body bc he feels way more exposed than usual sprawled out for you, leaking against his tummy w his legs spread. but no matter how embarrassed he is, he’s still so loud once youre inside him. if you thought he was noisy before, the sounds he makes as you start to thrust into him are like nothing you’ve ever heard before, and he wouldnt be able to contain them to save his life ㅠ his moans are so sweet, emotive, and grateful. with the way they spill out of him nonstop, it leaves no room for doubt in your mind that he’s feeling so good that all his misgivings have washed away. he tries his best to stay communicative so you know what he likes, that he’s still okay and comfortable, but once he fully adjusts to the rhythm and feel of your strap inside him he gets lost in it pretty quickly and has a hard time staying verbal. all he can really manage is a broken groans of “ah, good”, whimpering your name over n over and slurring out pleas for more, but those are more than enough to let you know that he’s enjoying himself~ it kinda dawns on him as he’s being drowned in all this pleasure how lucky he is to have you and how safe he feels in that moment, he might even start to cry if his emotions are running particularly high that day. he needs a lot of praise through it bc, again, he wants to be reassured that he’s doing well for you when all of the focus is on him like that; it’s one of the few times he won’t religiously try to deflect all ur compliments. i think he’d wanna be in missionary despite his shyness, bc he wants to feel close to you. he’ll be hiding behind his hands or unable to hold your gaze most of the time, but he still wants to be face to face with you for kisses and soothing touches <3 he’ll definitely wrap his legs around you when he’s close to pull you in deeper, like he’s worried you might stop. or he’ll tug needily at your arm to pull you down against his chest, begging you to hold him as he comes undone. aside from the emotional intimacy of the position, he also feels a lil relieved that he can bury his face into your shoulder and hide away. if you pinned his hips down the mattress to steady him while he cums, he’d go absolutely wild. later down the line, he’d be very open to you fucking him rougher. he’d esp love for you to “mahandle” him a lil bit. even if he’s bigger/stronger than you, he gets such a thrill from feeling kinda helpless as he’s bent and folded and tossed around into any position you want. he’ll crumble instantly under your hands, just to hear you call him a good boy for obeying so eagerly <3 but despite that secret desire in him, for his first time i definitely think he’d need it to be soft!

lino - curious kitty #1…he is most definitely interested in trying it out. one of the hungriest for it out of all the boys, actually, and he’s honestly a lil frustrated that you haven’t suggested it yourself yet. bc though he can be pretty shameless abt asking to try new things, he also doesn’t wanna risk the blow to his pride if you reject the idea. his version of dropping hints is literally just staring holes into the back of ur head, hoping his telepathic signals will reach you and you’ll just know what he wants without him having to say it, bc god forbid he looks desperate in front of you (he is, but you dont need to know that). if you don’t bring it up yourself, eventually he runs out of patience and just deadpans it to you one day that he wants to try pegging, but he frames it as a joke just in case so he can giggle in ur face n act like he didn’t mean it if you aren’t into it lol. if you’re the one to suggest it, his heart kinda flutters bc lino really wants to be wanted by you. he wants you to go crazy over the thought of him writhing in pleasure underneath you, to see how pretty he looks getting fucked so you become just as hooked on it as him and ask yourself why you didn’t do this sooner. he definitely plays up his seductive behavior around you to try and get you to initiate it like the sneaky lil kitty he is

though he acts all fussy n huffy as if he’s doing you a favor, he’s actually very thoughtful behind the scenes just like channie. he tries to prep himself in private and does a lot of research on how to do it safely and properly for the first time. partially to make things easier for you, and partially so he can blow u away w how much of a “natural” he is heh…despite what he leads you to believe, he really wants to please you, too, even if he’s very adamant abt being pampered. he absolutely 1000% sucks your strap before you fuck him. even if he’s never done it before, he treats it like a must, and the way he works his mouth would make you believe he’d been doing it his entire life. he wants to show you what he can do for you too, kinda like he’s reminding you of why he deserves to be fucked so well in the first place~ given how experimental he is, you’ve probably already tried fingering w him before so it’s not smth entirely new to him, but the complete fullness he feels once you inch your strap all the way in is like nothing he could’ve ever prepared himself for. he gets obsessed w it instantly, both the pleasure that’s so intense in an entirely different way, and the whole new lvl of intimacy it brings to your dynamic

he tries to keep quiet at first, just letting out cute little grunts and hitched breaths as he gets used to the stretch. but the moment you start to consistently bottom out inside him, you’re in for the prettiest, most angelic sighs n moans you've ever heard from him. he might wanna start out in missionary bc he likes the eye contact and he feels more comfy being able to see you…he will be looking directly into ur soul w the most intense, sultry gaze that shows how much he really trusts you, it’s very hot in its own way hehe. that, coupled w the way his thick thighs wrap around you to urge you in deeper, tell you everything you need to know abt how much he loves it, even if he refuses to admit it outright. the faces he makes and the sight of him rocking his hips to match your movements are mind-numbing…he’s a dancer after all, he’s got very good muscle control and knows exactly how to move when he really wants to put on a show <3 as the pleasure picks up though, he gets a lil too drunk on it and becomes needier n needier, you can tell his composure is slipping as he starts to shake more w each thrust. he’s so focused on feeling good that he forgets abt his pride and starts whining for more, for you to go deeper, harder, faster. that’s how you end up in doggy style w him grinding himself down on your strap to meet each rock of your hips, grateful that he can whimper and drool into the pillows instead of letting his cries ring out in full volume. he’s usually pretty good at holding his noises back if he really wants to, but when you’re filling him to the brim over and over like that, there’s no chance for him to keep quiet. he’d love it if you squeezed n kneaded his thighs until deep imprints were left behind for days afterwards. and if you reach out to play w his nipples from behind or hook your fingers into his mouth, pulling his head back and making him salivate all over them as you repeatedly hit his prostate just right, he may just cum on the spot

binnie - w binnie, i can see it going either way when it comes to who suggests it first! he can be a lil clueless and detached from the world sometimes so he may not even really know what pegging is until u explain it to him. the way his face would change as you go into detail would be so adorable, he’s all nervous nose scrunches and awkward squirming. you can physically see how excited the idea gets him, and he’s down for it almost immediately. he’s honestly pretty flattered that you want him that way hehehe typical binnie, it fuels his lil leo heart like nothing else even if he’s a bit embarrassed over the idea of being in such a vulnerable position in front of you. he’d definitely end up looking up things like “how to look cool and sexy but also cute while getting pegged” as his version of preparation lol. if he’s the one to ask you for it, he’s so so endearing abt it. strangely quiet and timid, ducking his head, shuffling his feet as he struggles to mumble out the question…he’s literally one step away from sinking to the floor and covering his face once he manages to stammer the words. he gives you the most irresistible pout when you tease him for it, if you rest your hands on his hips n tell him how pretty he’s gonna look filled up w you, he will melt instantly. literally weak in the knees over just the thought of it, suddenly he's ready for you to take him right then n there hehe. lots of dramatic whines and swatting shyly at your shoulder through the entire process, bc even if he thrives off your attention, he’s still a teensy bit of a tsundere when he gets so much of it <3

his anticipation is obvious w the way he’s watching everything you do w wide, starry eyes and wiggling around constantly in the sheets. but even so, he tries to put on a brave front bc he wants to impress you, show you how good of a boy he can be for you! when you first push into him you’d get a lot of nervous babbling though 😭 he goes from “don’t hold back, i can take it” to “ah wait wait wait it’s big, slow down” to “it actually d-doesn’t feel that—moans” to “faster please, harder please, deeper please” he gets so talkative and vocal over every little move you make like he’s narrating his thoughts, it’s so cute. esp when you thrust into him extra good and suddenly he shuts all his rambling up w a sharp, high-pitched moan. he is so ridiculously whiny too, esp if you start to make playful comments here n there abt how he’s being such a good boy, taking you so well, moving his hips so well, like his body was made to be fucked like this <3 it simultaneously makes him glow w pride and flusters him out of his mind bc he isn’t sure it’s normal how turned on the thought of being your pretty lil doll makes him (it might be too much for him during ur first time but if you eventually added breeding into the mix he’d lose it mind). like channie, he’s extra starved for your praise when you peg him, so showering him w compliments is a must!! even if they make him pout for you to stop embarrassing him, he isn’t very good at hiding how much he basks in it. drag your hands all over his body and fawn over how strong n beautiful it is, call him your pretty boy as you pull him closer by his hips to reach deeper inside him, murmur how irresistible he is right before you sink your teeth into his broad shoulders ❤️‍🔥 he will literally be making the filthiest, most shameless, wanton sounds you can imagine, and hearing them only turns him on even more. i think binnie definitely has a thing for listening to his own moans when he’s really far gone hehe it makes him feel so slutty in the best way…his voice gets so sweet and cute when you’re making him feels worlds of pleasure he’s never felt before, who could blame him for loving the sound of it, really. also…cup his chest as you get rougher w your thrusts and he’s a complete goner. esp if you squeeze his pecs together and tease him for how they’re so big that you have to hold them down bc they keep bouncing hehe. all it would take is leaning down to suck on his nipples and he’s cumming untouched

hyunjin - he is most definitely thinking abt it from the moment you two get together. it’s smth he wants so bad but if he had to say it out loud he may actually just die of sheer embarrassment, so he keeps it to himself no matter how much he craves it. the question of if you’ll ever bring it up w him is constantly on his mind, bc even if you’re in a d/s relationship, he isn’t sure if you’d be into that aspect of it n he’s worried you’ll think he’s weird for wanting it…hyune’s another shy one who can have a hard time voicing his desires outside of the bedroom ㅠㅠ i think the only surefire way you could really draw it out of him is in the middle of a scene or right after one, where his emotions are still running high and he’s completely controlled by his desire without any of his usual inhibitions, that’s where he tends to say things that he’d be too hesitant to say otherwise, then blush over it later. he might get too lost in the adrenaline rushing through his veins and starts moaning abt how he wants you inside him, to fuck him until he can’t remember his own name, to make him yours in every possible way. it’s very intense and sensual, and at first you wonder if he’s just saying these things in the heat of the moment. but when you ask him abt it afterwards, he suddenly gets so quiet and shy, burying his red face into your neck n mumbling that he can’t believe he said those things out loud </3 and his reaction is all the confirmation you need to know he meant every word~

hyune’s neediness will be battling it out w his awkwardness the entire time you’re prepping him. poor baby is very self critical and can’t stop thinking abt all the things that could go wrong—if you won’t enjoy it, if he’ll look weird, if his size will make it a lil awkward to navigate…you’d need to be very observant of him n pay close attention to his expressions to make sure he’s fully relaxed bc his emotions show all over his face! once your fingers slip inside of him though, he starts to let loose, you can tell by the way his voice rings out loud and clear, suddenly not having any care in the world other than how it feels to be stretched out by you. seeing him slip into that headspace that’s so vulnerable yet so passionate is always smth to marvel at ❤️‍🔥it’s no secret that jinnie is very good w his hips and he makes perfect use of that talent in this situation. he’ll end up grinding down desperately against your palm without even realizing it, rolling his entire body and begging for your strap before you’ve even had the chance to add a third finger n fully open him up. just like chan, his reservations go out the window the moment you actually push the toy inside of him. he makes the most insane facial expressions, eyes rolling back, plump lips swelling and coated w drool from how much he bites down on them, thick brows scrunching together…when his sleepy eyes are blown wide w lust it makes for the most gorgeous sight <3 and if that isn’t enough to tell you how good he’s feeling, he is also extremely vocal too. lots of needy whimpers and groans that are so stretched out you’d think he was exaggerating them. even if he’s bigger than you, he’ll let you toss him around like he’s completely weightless into any position you want, he’s like putty in ur hands. he’d go crazy if you pulled his legs up on your shoulders (speaking of…catboy anon once had the idea of hyune spraying perfume on his ankles so you can smell it when they’re up by ur head and…he absolutely would 😵‍💫 he’s so thoughtful n romantic even when youre putting him through the mattress) if you snaked your hand up his body while taking him from behind and wrapped your fingers around his throat, he would fall apart in a matter of seconds. especially if you pulled him back against your chest by his hair or throat and held him there

jisung - han jisung has been waiting for this moment his entire life 🙏 from the beginning he hardly makes it a secret how desperately he wants you to peg him, he’s probably the one who asks for it first! even if you also have it in mind, he’s so eager that he doesn’t even give you the chance to pose the question, he’s one step ahead of you. long before you two ever discuss the idea, he’s already become very familiar w fingering himself and using all kinds of toys on himself…baby’s got bad hehe. he might even already have a strap prepared bc he’s hopeful that one day he’ll get to try it w you…n he’s definitely gotten off to the thought of it countless times 😽 he’s honestly a lil shameless once he learns that you’re just as down as he is, but his reaction is so endearing. he goes from stuttering out the question through breathy, awkward chuckles, to perking up like an excited puppy when you respond positively. his eyes practically gleam and he breaks out into the widest, sunniest smile repeating “really? really really? like, seriously? you’re not making fun of me, right? i’ll get really sad if you’re just teasing”…w his big doe eyes n hopeful face, who wouldn’t give him anything his lil heart desires

he’s ready to go right away, you may actually have to stop him from running to go retrieve his strap and bring it to you right then and there 😭 he’s so grateful and so enthusiastic, neither of you really anticipates the sudden bout of shyness that inevitably hits him once you actually start to lead up into the pegging. he’s fingered himself plenty of times before, and that knowledge makes for the perfect opportunity for you to tease him a lil, telling him to finger himself open in front of you so you can see how he likes it slide into him w ease~ he whines like crazy but still does his best to obey…lying down n spreading his legs for you, unable to mask the neediest whimpers that build in his throat the more he pushes into himself, wishing it was you instead. though his face is burning w embarrassment, he also sees it as a good opportunity to appeal to you, too. he tries to show you a preview of how pretty he’ll look once you finally fuck him, playing out his moans and facial expressions to rile you up. eventually, though, his patience wears thin and he just starts begging for you to take over ): after all, poor hannie has done this alone far too many times, he needs you. he’s so ridiculously squirmy once you finally ease into him, to the point where you might have to hold him down or restrain him somehow so you can fuck him properly. it’s difficult for him to sit still no matter how hard he tries, he’s just so full of energy and reactive to every lil bit of stimulation, keening desperately when you pull out of him and gasping dramatically when you thrust back in all at once. he’s never felt this full in his life and he feels like he could sob from relief finally getting to experience it. he wants to try everything—one minute he wants you to take him softly n sensually, the next he wants you pounding into him. he’d keep begging for smth new every few minutes bc he’s so eager he’s just aching to try it all, like he might not get the chance to again. that goes for positions too; missionary, mating press, doggy, full nelson, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, etc. he esp loves riding you bc he feels like he’s putting on a show for you! he gets to bask in all your attention and praises as he bounces on your strap, not bothering to hold back his whines and moans in the slightest bc he knows how much you love them <3 if you could manage to hold him up against a wall and fuck him like that w his legs hooked around your waist, he would absolutely lose his mind, he likes being manhandled a lil bit too. he wants you to just completely wreck him in every way possible, to the point where he’s covered w hickeys and bite marks and can barely walk afterwards. he will most definitely try to subtly brag abt it to the other boys abt it the next day, complaining abt how sore he is and letting out cute, exaggerated noises of discomfort when he sits down or exerts himself too hard…he’s a lil proud of it hehe but if anyone actually points it out he’ll turn beet red and curl into himself, trying not to get turned on all over again from the mere memory of what you did to him

felix - curious kitty #2! in lix’s case, it’s not really a matter of if, but when. pegging is smth he’s always wanted to try out given how eager he is to explore every kink under the sun w you, to him it’s more a matter of whether or not you would be willing to. you both fall into the roles so naturally in a way he's longed for his entire life, and once that trust is established n fostered between the two of you, he’s more than ready to give you his all knowing that he’ll be safe n accepted w you <3 even if he's a lil reserved n awkward abt it, he really makes it no secret what he wants, and he has the added privilege of looking so unfairly innocuous even when asking you to do the wildest things to him…you never quite know what to expect from him next. he’s definitely experimented w fingering himself in the past, but bc his fingers are so small a lot of the time it’s difficult for him to hit the right angles or satisfy himself properly, so he just ends up even more frustrated and needy, wishing you were the one fucking him instead ):

lixie’s a very thoughtful boy just like chan and lino, he wants to make things go as smoothly as possible to show you how grateful he is that you would do this for him! but he ends up being pretty reliant on you through the whole process, he can’t help but look to you for guidance on every little thing so his tendency to overthink means you might have to coddle him a lil more than usual ㅠㅠ he’s so sweet and obedient though, literally the good boy of your dreams following each gentle command you give him w a giddy smile. like minho, he’d absolutely love to suck your strap beforehand, both as a way to get it nice n wet and to turn you on…do not fall for those big, angelic eyes looking up at you as he takes the toy as far down his throat as he can…he knows exactly what he’s doing ❤️‍🔥 it also eases his mind a bit to be able to do smth for you, he gets so into it he almost forgets what’s to come and would gladly keep going until his voice is hoarse. once you first enter him (w plenty of lube…i think lix would need it hehe) he’d also love to just stay that way for a bit and “cockwarm” you…he gets a lil sappy abt it and just wants to be in your lap, face to face w you nestled inside him as he adjusts to the stretch. w lots n lots of kissing!! eventually though he starts to get a lil squirmy, letting out soft lil grunts, and you can feel him growing harder where his cock is wedged between the two of you. so you grab hold of his waist and encourage him to start riding you <3 lix would be another one who loves positions where he can feel small, even if he’s bigger than you! he’d feel so safe and secure nuzzling into your neck as he bounces on your lap, and being held down w his legs over his head in a mating press would make his brain melt into mush. i think his favorite would definitely be full nelson though hehe…smth abt how helpless and exposed he is in that position turns him on to an insane degree. he’d also definitely find a way to hold your hands in whichever position you take <3 the noises he makes start out very low and husky w your careful thrusts, but the more you pick up the pace the higher and louder his voice gets. he sounds so sweet and angelic, the moment you first hit his prostate he makes a sound that you have trouble even believing came from him bc of how squeaky it comes out, like a cute lil shout. if you had him in missionary, his legs would be wrapped tight around you the entire time, making it a lil more difficult to move bc he’s got some strong thighs but the gesture is so cute u dont mind. it also makes for the perfect opportunity to tease him that he must want you to finish inside him n fill him up…you can physically see the effect those words have on him. his eyes go so wide and his whole body shudders, and just like that he’s climaxing <3 a few days later you’ve got lixie looking innocent as ever, beaming at you as he presents you w the new ejaculating strap he got to make it a reality hehe

seungmin - minnie is shy!! not necessarily in the giggly, blushy, stuttery way like chan. seungmin is more modest, reserved, and quiet—a lil awkward abt it. out of all the boys, i think he would be the least inclined to try pegging, and he definitely isn’t the one to bring it up, so that’s all in your hands. when you suggest incorporating it into your dynamic, at first he’d probably be pretty unwilling to explore it and just flat out says no bc he just doesn’t think he could feel fully comfortable w smth like that. but, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend a lot of time mulling it over in private, even after he’s initially rejected the idea. his lil analytical virgo brain starts to think abt why you’d be interested in pegging in the first place, the new kinds of pleasure it would bring you both, the intimacy of an act like that, and how it might bring you and him closer together to experience. do not be fooled by his composure, kim seungmin is a sentimental softie who is very in touch w his emotions!! his desire to connect w you however he can extends to all facets of your relationship, and as daunting as the vulnerability of subbing can be for him sometimes, that vulnerability is the exact same reason why he values it so much. so, eventually, he decides that the same can be applied to bottoming for the first time and he changes his own mind hehe

he wants to be good for you. he’s so disciplined and obedient, he takes it very seriously and is genuinely a perfect sub (when he wants to be lol, sometimes he’s difficult on purpose) but when trying smth so out of his wheelhouse for the first time, he has some trouble shaking the awkwardness which makes him a lil stiff, a bit less pliant than usual. poor seungmo can’t help but be hyperaware of every sound he lets slip out, every expression he makes, every embarrassing, involuntary reaction his body has to your minstrations. so you can imagine how all of that would be turned up to a 100 when it comes to pegging bc all the focus is on him and his pleasure. he isn’t used to having that degree of attention on his body, esp not…those parts of his body. he’s even shyer than you’re used to during foreplay, just letting a few sighs and grunts slip and looking away timidly when you stare at him for too long. you’d have to be extra observant of his reactions and facial expressions to see what he likes the most, bc he has a tendency to suppress himself. one thing he does make sure to do though is periodically let you know that he’s still okay, through a quick lil nod or hand squeeze. he’d prefer to start out w him lying on his tummy, not facing you. it spares him the embarrassment of you seeing his features twist in pleasure, and he can also push his face into the pillows to mask all his noises. he might wanna wear a big hoodie or sweater to cover up his body too. i think he’d spend extra time adjusting in comparison to the other boys, partially bc he’s nervous n partially bc he wants to bask in the moment a bit. kinda like lix, he really values the closeness of just being connected like that and stays unmoving w you inside him for a while <3 he starts off swallowing down his noises so they only come out as cute, hushed lil whimpers, but as you start to ease in and out of him, even he can’t hold back as much as he wants to. it feels so strange but so relieving, almost like you’re fulfilling a desire he hadn’t even known was there until now. he mostly lets out gentle exhales and mewls, and when you hit his sweet spot for the first time, a full on gasp, which is pretty dramatic for seungmin hehe. even if you can’t see his expressions, you can see his fingers digging into the sheets and his muscles clenching with effort and his hips starting to rock into the mattress. if you leaned down to press kisses down his spine, he would shudder so beautifully n let out the sweetest moan for you. when he’s far gone enough to give in completely to the pleasure, he goes limp beneath you and allows you to flip him over so you can finally get a look at his pretty blissed out face. and when you do, he looks up at you w the most adoring lovestruck puppy gaze like you put the stars in the sky, just pure hearts floating in his big brown eyes that immediately lets you know he’s way more into this than either of you thought he’d be 🥰

jeongin - like binnie, i think there’s a good chance he might be kinda clueless as to what pegging even really is, so he wouldn’t be the one to suggest it first or even consider it an option. when you first introduce the idea to him, poor innie sputters smth like “eh? that’s a thing????” and you can practically see a whole new world of possibilities opening up in his wide, sparkly eyes. it makes his heart race a bit if he’s being honest, but he also feels a lil unsure abt it bc he’s never even really thought abt having anything…go inside of him…just imagining it gets him all squirmy, red in the face, n playing nervously w his ears. he’d probably call you a perv at first for even wanting smth like that and acts like he isn’t interested in trying it…however…just like seungmin, do not be fooled!! he spends the next several days thinking abt it, maybe a lil too often. in innie’s case he keeps going back to it partially out of curiosity, and partially bc he is very much a pleaser who craves your approval deep down, almost to the same degree as chan and jisung. he just doesn’t want you to know that hehe…unfortunately for him it’s kinda obvious in the way he brings it up many times afterwards, mostly through asking questions that he thinks are casual like “so…*clears throat* how big would it even be?” or “is it really supposed to feel that good?” or even nagging you like “seriously, why’d you have to say smth so weird? now i can’t stop thinking abt it” w lots of awkward giggles to make it seem like a joke but when he’s constantly making lil comments abt it unprovoked you quickly start to catch on hehe…he looks so genuinely hopeful and curious without even realizing, you can’t help but tease him a bit for how transparent he is

i think innie really wants to impress you! as you’re leading into the pegging he’s extra nervous and kinda out of his element, bc he feels like he can’t really do anything to appeal to you like usual…he sometimes tends to lean into the role of a service sub bc he feeds off your praises like nothing else. he loves when you teach him how to please you properly, even more so when he does it right and earns a proud reaction from you, a moan or a headpat and a "good boy". but when he’s the one getting all the pleasure…well, as much as he craves being the center of your attention, he inevitably gets a bit bashful. he will be hiding his face a lot, covering his eyes w his fingers or clamping his hand over his mouth trying to stifle himself bc the sounds that are leaving his lips are embarrassingly loud. like channie, he'd need a lot of praise and reassurance through it all! he can't even try to pretend like he's confident or knows what he's doing, and the entire time he's watching you w the widest, most fascinated gaze that gives away how much he really depends on you to guide him through it. he giggles so much, both out of shyness and in an attempt to ease his nerves. he can barely get a sentence out without tripping over his words or letting out breathy lil chuckles, and you have to periodically remind him to loosen up a bit as you're fingering him open bc he stiffens every time a jolt of pleasure passes through him. it’s all so unfamiliar but so good, he feels like he has no control over his body anymore, and that only amplifies once you actually slide your strap inside. he is gasping and writhing and letting out the most shameless moans he's ever heard in his life, but as much as it makes his face burn red, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself no matter how hard he tried. the best way to get him to relax and completely melt into it is to whisper sweet words to him through it all, tell him how pretty he looks and sounds when he’s feeling good, how well he's taking every inch of you even when he’s so tight, how he's such a good boy and a fast learner <3 jeongin quickly learns that the praises you give him simply for getting fucked into a cute moaning mess make his brain short circuit like nothing else, he could get addicted to it. i think he’s one of the most likely to go a lil dumb from it hehe…he leans a lot more into the guilty pleasure side of him that’s used to being pampered n doted on~

#ask #💌#💌 skz #im so glad u like it here also!! welcome to ur switch arc 😼#joking hehe

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Fated To Be...

Enhypen OT7 x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 5k

Warnings: talk of (Y/n) almost dying, angst, mention of committing suicide, mention of wanting to die,

Summary: (Y/n) has a choice to make, forgive Enhypen for everything they did or walk away and stay alone for the rest of her life. Are they Fated To Be Together? Or Fated To Be Alone?

While writing this I was listening to 5SOS’ “Story Of Another Us” so I would recommend listening to it while reading!

We have reached the third and final part of the Fated series. Thank you for all the support on this and I hope you like this part too.

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She looked at Enhypen, their faces were filled with regret and sadness, they looked very different from how they looked the last time she saw them. They looked softer now, perhaps because now their eyes weren’t filled with disgust as they looked at her. “(Y/n)?” Kyle tried again, but yet again, he was left without a response. “(Y/n), please, can we talk?” Jay tried asking, hoping she would say yes.

Third person POV

“Don’t you think you guys have done enough already? What more could you possibly have to say?” Moa came running out with hers, Kyle’s, and (Y/n)’s things, just as Jay asked (Y/n) the question. Moa was furious. For the first time in so long, (Y/n) was finally happy and they just had to ruin it. “(Y/n), please, please, hear us out,” “I-I-” (Y/n) tried to say something but she couldn’t get further than saying ‘I’.

(Y/n)’s heart was beating so hard it hurt, her lungs were struggling to work, she couldn’t breathe, and everything was spinning. “Please, we’re sorry, we know we messed up,” Jungwon said as he took a step closer to (Y/n). (Y/n) flinched, trying to move closer to Kyle in order to get away from Enhypen. Kyle noticed and moved in front of (Y/n) to shield her, Moa ran over to her soulmate and her best friend, giving Enhypen a nasty glare. “Don’t you dare come closer to her. I don’t care how sorry you are, you’ve done enough, you almost killed her, where were you then? Where was this remorse when you told her to ruin someone else’s life?” Moa’s words were filled with hatred and malice toward the boys. “She almost died?” “Yes, because of you,” Moa didn’t give them any more information, only emphasizing that it was their fault it happened.

“Can we meet up tomorrow and talk? Please, we don’t want to lose (Y/n), again” Heesung tried as he looked at Moa, understanding that right now, it wasn’t (Y/n) they were negotiating with but with Moa. Moa was thinking, would (Y/n) want to meet with them? Once she had some time to think it through, she might want to. “Give me a number I can reach you at, if she’s up to it, I’ll message you, if you don’t hear anything. Assume that she doesn’t ever want to see you again, because of what you did,” “Thank you, here, this is my number,” Sunghoon walked toward Moa giving her his number. All the boys could do now was hope that (Y/n) would say yes to meeting with them.

Kyle and Moa helped (Y/n) walk away from Enhypen, stopping a bit away to call a taxi. When the trio came back to the hotel, Moa told Kyle that she would stay with (Y/n) that night to make sure she would be okay. Kyle understood and said that if they needed anything, he was available. Once inside, (Y/n) lay down on the bed, feeling numb. And confused. Very confused. “Come on, (Y/n), you need to get out of the dress and remove your make-up,” “Moa,” “Yes?” “I’m lost,” “I know, I get that. It’s okay. For now, let’s get ready for bed and sleep. Clarity will come in the morning,” (Y/n) got out of her dress as Moa got some cotton pads and make-up remover. Soon enough, the two were lying in bed, fast asleep, as they held each other close.

* The next day *

When (Y/n) woke up, Moa was still sleeping. (Y/n) got out of bed and got dressed in some comfortable clothes, she wrote a note to Moa saying she was heading to the roof for some fresh air. As she got up to the roof she took in the city that she once loved. (Y/n) thought about the past, everything she had been through. The happiness of finding each set of initials on her body on her birthdays, the excitement of finding out she was fated to be with Enhypen, and then the heartbreak of being rejected.

“Did I do something wrong in a past life? Or did you mess something up, Fate? I thought the soulmate thing was supposed to be easy,” (Y/n) spoke out into the morning breeze, No one else was on the roof so she was alone to speak her thoughts aloud. “Can I come past what they said and did? Should I forgive? Do I want to forgive them?” (Y/n) stood on the roof for an hour, part of it thinking of her life and part of it she just watched the buzz of the city.

“(Y/n), how long have you been here?” Moa had woken up and found the note, so after getting dressed she walked up to the roof to find her best friend. “I don’t really know, maybe an hour?” Moa walked over to stand beside (Y/n), looking out over the city. “How are you doing? After yesterday?” “I’m sad we had to leave so early, Jaehyun’s probably disappointed so I’ll have to explain what happened to him. And regarding the guys, I’m confused. Some part of me wants to just forgive them right now while another part of me wants to leave the country again,” “That’s reasonable, there is always going to be a part of you that feels connected to them, and there’s also always going to be the part of you that was betrayed by them,”

(Y/n) turned around so that her back was now facing the edge of the building. She let out a loud sigh. “If you were in my position, would you meet with them? Talk with them?” Moa stayed facing the city, looking around at all the buildings and the people. “I don’t know. I know I am furious with them as your best friend and I want nothing more than to scream at them, but if I was you in this scenario? I don’t know,” “I feel so thorn, Moa, I feel like my brain is splitting in two from the different opinions in my mind,”

Moa turned her head toward (Y/n). “If I were you, I would meet with them. Hear them out, and then, decide whether they deserve a second, or actually third, chance. Personally, I don’t think they deserve it, no matter what they say. But at the end of the day, it is up to you to choose,” (Y/n) looked into Moa’s eyes for a few seconds before looking back down toward the floor. “Text them and tell them that I’ll see them. I want it to be somewhere private, somewhere where it’s only us, no outsiders, I’m sure I’ll cry and I don’t want to cause a scene in public,”

~ Three hours later, at Enhypen’s dorm, Third person POV ~

The Enhypen members were very happy when Sunghoon’s phone dinged, showing a text from an unknown number. It was from Moa. (Y/n) would meet with them. After reading the request for a private space, Sunghoon responded by asking if their apartment would be okay as it was very private. Moa said that it would be fine and so the boys sent their address to her, and then they waited.

As (Y/n), Moa, and Kyle arrived at the building, in which Enhypen lived. Jungwon was waiting by the entrance to help them get inside. Jungwon greeted the trio but only received a low ‘Hi’ from Kyle. Neither (Y/n) nor Moa said anything. For the last three hours, (Y/n) had been thinking over what she should do. She was very thorn over her own feelings.

A part of (Y/n) was thinking back to her younger self, before the soulmate marks, who dreamed of meeting her soulmate or soulmates. The little girl who dreamed of love, of connection, of the kind of love she saw all around her between the soulmates in the world. Another part of (Y/n), can only think of the pain, the hurt, and the feeling of losing herself after being rejected. Yet another part of her is thinking of the future. A future where she does forgive the boys and they get together, living happily with each other. But also, a future where she can find love in someone else, someone who never hurt her, love with someone who cares about her just as much as Moa, love with someone who has known the same kind of pain that she has felt. What is the right choice? What is she supposed to choose?

The elevator ride up to Enhypen’s apartment felt like it took hours even if only took a mere 3 minutes. (Y/n) felt her palms becoming a little sweaty, her breath becoming a little choppy, and her eyes were suddenly finding it hard to focus. (Y/n) felt like she was standing in front of the whole world with two buttons to choose between, if she chose the red button she would end world hunger, if she chose the blue button she would end the climate crisis. That’s the amount of pressure, anxiety, and stress she was feeling.

Inside the apartment, the other boys were waiting anxiously. They hoped that (Y/n) would give them a new chance. One they wouldn’t fuck up. They knew that they had no power here, not really, all they could do was speak from their hearts and hope for the best. Jungwon was gradually becoming more and more worried after inspecting (Y/n)’s facial expression and body language in the elevator, it didn’t look good for them. The members' heart rates instantly picked up as the door opened and (Y/n), Moa, Kyle, and Jungwon stepped inside.

The air between the ten people in the room was tense, no one was speaking or moving as they all sat around the large dinner table. (Y/n) was focusing all her attention on trying not to cry and to keep her body from trembling too much. Her mind was still going to war with itself because of her conflicting feelings and thoughts.

Moa was the first to speak, a chill was sent down the Enhypen members' backs as she spoke with an angry tone. “Apologize then, if you’re not going to speak then we’ll leave, we have better things to do than just sit here,” (Y/n) looked toward Moa, feeling a little relieved that she wasn’t there alone. Had she been alone, she would have been a crying mess by now.

“We’re so sorry, about everything. When we first met (name) we really thought she was our soulmate, even if we didn’t have the true reaction to her she said she had the reaction. And we believed her. By the time we had figured out it wasn’t true, we had already fallen in love with her. We thought that we would never meet our true soulmate so it would be fine to stay with the woman we loved.” Heesung began explaining. Just the mention of (name), made (Y/n)’s heart hurt, she clenched her jaw tighter to hold back her tears.

“She was very controlling, afraid we would leave her. She told us countless times that she loved us and that she had left her true soulmate for us and we should do the same for her if we ever ran into our true soulmate. We were blinded by love so we made her that promise,” Jay continued. All the boys were visibly clenching their jaws and some even their fists, silent tears were running down their cheeks. (Y/n) couldn’t look at them anymore, so she faced the table, trying to shield her eyes from their view.

“We truly believed that things would work out and everything would be fine, we loved each other and we loved her, we didn’t understand how much we were really missing the final piece of our puzzle. The moment we met you, we felt things we had never done before but we couldn’t admit it. We just couldn’t hurt (name), we were so blinded that we hurt you instead because we were under her control,” Jake was full-on crying as he spoke, he struggled to get the words out.

“Being around you, felt like the beginning of spring, when the sun begins to thaw away at the snow and all the flowers prepare to bloom. Like a warm summer breeze dancing through the leaves and over the ocean waves. The more we felt toward you, the more we pushed you away. The more we wanted you, the more we hurt you. When (name) found out that we had met you, she told us to have you fired or even kill you, that if we dared to accept you, she would kill herself,” Sunghoon continued. Moa who at first was looking at them like they were worth nothing now held a softer look in her eyes as the truth began to settle in. They still caused (Y/n) immense pain but they suffered too.

“Even if we began feeling the soulmate bond toward you, we still had feelings for (name), and we didn’t know what to do. We were torn between fate and free will. Looking back at it, we should have just talked with you, and explained the situation, but we were driven by (name) to stay with only her,” Sunoo tried wiping away his tears as he talked, his eyes were red and swollen from the tears. As were all the others. Even Moa and Kyle had begun crying as they listened to Enypen explain why they did everything they did.

“So we pushed you away, we hurt you, and told you we hated you. That was a lie, all of it was a lie but we were like marionettes. Though we can’t put all the blame on (name), we had a choice and we chose the wrong option. Not too long after you left, we found out that (name) had been lying to us. She hadn’t rejected her true soulmate, no she was still with him but she pretended to love us in order to get money. We immediately broke up with her and threw her out. It wasn’t until then that we understood what we had done to you. It was like we could finally see clearly, and we deeply regret everything we did,” Jungwon was finding it hard to speak as he had so many emotions swirling around in him, love, hatred, sadness, hope, and many more.

“We are so sorry for hurting you, we are so sorry for everything we said and did. I wish we could say that it wasn’t us but that would be a lie. And we don’t want to lie to you or hurt you anymore, never again. We know that it’s almost impossible for you to forgive us, we don’t deserve to be forgiven. But we want to apologize and make it up to you. Could you find it in you to give us one more chance? A chance to prove our love, if you do, we promise to never hurt you ever again and we promise to give you all the love in the world. Because that’s what you deserve,” Niki was the last of the seven boys to speak. He, just like (Y/n), was facing the table as it was too hard to look at anyone else.

(Y/n) took in everything they said. None of it helped her reach clarity on what she should do. Forgive them? Leave them? She was still just as torn. They admitted to feeling the bond yet they hurt her as badly as they did, that hurt more than if they hadn’t felt the bond at all. Yet her heart yearned for them as they too had suffered from the situation, (Name) had abused and used them. Her head felt like it would explode any second now from all the thoughts.

“Would it be okay if (Y/n) and I went out on the balcony for some air? So she can think about her decision without feeling your eyes on her,” Moa asked as she stood up from her chair and gently helped (Y/n) to stand, supporting (Y/n)’s almost limp body. The boys said yes and opened the balcony door for the two girls. Once outside, Moa helped (Y/n) sit down on the little couch on the balcony and sat down beside her. Moa embraced her best friend in a gentle hug as (Y/n) began crying hysterically.

“Cry all you want, take all the time you need. This isn’t an easy choice, if you need more time, days or weeks, take that. No one would blame you for it,” (Y/n) just tightened the hug as she cried some more. For 15 minutes the two girls sat outside holding one another close as they cried. Moa hated seeing her best friend so weak and hurt, and all she could do for her was sit there and hold her. A tiny knock was heard from inside, Moa looked at the door to find Kyle standing there with two cups in his hands signaling to ask if he could come outside. Moa waved him over and he walked out.

“I brought some tea out for you, it’s a little cold outside and I was worried,” “Thank you, darling,” (Y/n) let go of Moa as she heard Kyle’s voice. She couldn’t say anything but she gladly took the cup of tea from his hands and took a few sips. The warm liquid soothed her throat. “Do you want me to get you some blankets or something else?” “Yes please-” “Could you just stay here with us?” Moa was about to answer her soulmate’s question but she was interrupted by (Y/n). “Of course, if you want me to stay, then I’ll stay,” Kyle sat down on the other side of (Y/n), he might not have the same bond with her that Moa did but he still cared deeply for his soulmate’s best friend. (Y/n) was like a sister to him.

“I don’t know what to do, a part of me wants to just leave because I can’t forgive them, another part of me wants to run in there and hug them and forgive them. A third part of me wants to jump off the building so I don’t have to choose,” (Y/n) continued sipping on her tea and crying as she tried to explain her feelings. Kyle looked up at the sky before he let out a deep sigh. “Of course, you would be torn on the matter. It’s reasonable, you are driven by logic and emotions, not one or the other. Your emotions are trying to say that you should give them a chance while the logical part of you can only see their previous actions. These last few years that I have gotten to know you, I have seen the type of person you are, (Y/n). You are the type of person who doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but this choice is difficult because you either have to hurt them or possibly hurt yourself,” Moa was surprised at the way her soulmate was speaking, but happy that he was trying to help (Y/n).

“During these years, you have never once done or said anything that would intentionally hurt anyone. I have only seen you doing everything you can to make others smile even though you have been feeling so much pain. I have never met anyone like you before, someone who is so good through and through. I’m so thankful that Moa is my soulmate because not only did I gain a soulmate, I gained a sister too,” (Y/n) began crying even more after hearing Kyle explain that he saw her as a sister. These tears were happy tears though compared to the frustrated tears she shed a few seconds ago.

“What would you do, Kyle?” “I can’t say, (Y/n). This is your choice. It doesn’t matter what I would do, cause I can’t say. I’m not in your shoes, and I can’t imagine how it would be. All that matters is what you want to do,” “(Y/n), we will support you no matter what choice you make but we can’t make it for you,” Moa chipped into the conversation. (Y/n) let out a loud sigh, staring down into her now empty cup. “I need some alone time to think everything through,” “Alright, we’ll go inside, just give us a wave or something if you want us to come back out or if you need a blanket or more tea,” Kyle said before he and Moa stood up and walked back inside.

(Y/n) got up from the couch and walked over to the fence on the balcony. She stood looking over the city just like she did earlier in the day on the roof of the hotel. The sky was darkening as night was approaching, the sun was creeping down little by little. Logic versus feelings. What should she listen to? Which part is right? Which choice is the right one?

(Y/n)’s POV

As I looked down on the city below, I once again thought of a 5-year-old me who dreamed of finding her soulmate. It was my only dream, my only goal, it was all I wanted. To then grow older and find out I was to have seven soulmates, was intimidating but oh so exciting too. I imagined a perfect world where I met the boys before (name) and we would have a perfect relationship, like Moa and Kyle. I saw the 5-year-old me gleaming with happiness. I also saw the 20-year-old me who was heartbroken. The me who wished the ground would swallow her whole. The me who wished to be removed from this world.

I closed my eyes and felt the cold breeze as it passed by. The cold to some would have been hard to stand but to me, it didn’t even come close to the pain I have felt in my life. The cold was welcoming in a way, helping me weed through the sea of thoughts in my mind. After spending another 15 minutes out on that balcony, I finally reached clarity. I had made my choice.

I walked over to the door, opened it, and walked back inside. The nine people inside all turned to look at me, Enhypen had hopeful looks in their eyes, while Moa and Kyle had concern swirling around in theirs. I stopped a few steps away from the chair I had been sitting on during Enhypen’s apology. It felt better to stand up rather than sit down as I told them what I had decided.

“I have made my decision. It has been far from easy and to this very second I’m still contemplating if I’m making the right choice. Should I listen to logic or to feelings? What you said and did, hurt more than anything. For many days I could barely breathe, it felt like I was suffocating every second of every day. I wanted nothing more than to die, my entire childhood I dreamed of meeting my soulmates and spending the rest of my life with them. You ruined that for me that day. If I couldn’t have that, I didn’t want to live. Eventually, the marks began fading and so did that hopeless feeling. I began to heal, finding value in myself, a reason to live without you. But then fate brought us together again, and I soon found myself enveloped in that darkness once more. The reasonable, logical choice would be to leave and reject you because as you said, you don’t deserve my forgiveness. However, the emotional side of me can’t help but dream of how it would feel to be in love with you and you in love with me. Would it live up to the expectations that my 5-year-old self had? Would I be happy? Could I forget the pain that you put me through?”

The boys were crying hysterically as they listened to me, I was crying as well now that I had taken a break from speaking. My throat was closing up, the way it often does when you try to speak while crying. I hope that this choice is the right one.

~ Logical ending, third person POV ~

“My choice is,” (Y/n) took another deep breath as she looked around at the boys. Heesung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki. “To leave, I’m sorry,” (Y/n) broke down, she was crying so much that her legs gave out, causing her to fall to the floor. The Enhypen boys felt their hearts break into a thousand pieces as they heard what (Y/n) had decided on. Moa ran over to (Y/n), hugging her. “It’s okay, darling, it’s alright, shhh, it’s okay, I’m here,” Moa tried to calm (Y/n) down a little, though her attempt was fatal as nothing helped.

After a few minutes, (Y/n) managed to gain some control of herself again. She stayed on the floor but she continued explaining her choice.

“I can’t forgive you. The pain you caused me, it can’t be forgotten. Every moment I spend with you I am reminded of all the words you said and the feeling of suffocating. The feeling of wanting to die, I don’t want to live in that darkness. Because no matter how good the future would be, the past would constantly haunt me. I would never be able to truly live in the light and feel the love that you wish to give me. I can’t go through that again, I can’t nor do I want to. I’m sorry,”

“We understand, it hurts and we’re sad, of course. But we understand, what we did was horrible, I wouldn’t forgive someone who had done that to me either,” Jungwon said. All the boys were trying to say something but they barely managed to form the words “It’s okay” or “We understand”.

(Y/n), Moa and Kyle soon left the apartment. (Y/n) left her soulmates in that apartment, to never see them again. Her heart felt heavy but her shoulders were relieved, a weight had been lifted off of them. She could finally breathe easily. She felt free. Free from the darkness she had been living in since the rejection. Free to live her own life. She didn’t know if she would ever find someone that she could fall in love with, but she was fine with that. As long as she knew that she deserved happiness without conditions, she would be fine.

The initials that once decorated her body were no longer visible. No matter how hard one would search, they wouldn’t find a single trace of a soulmate mark. Her initials that once decorated the Enhypen members’ bodies had faded into nothing too. Only their memories remained, except for those, there was no proof of them ever having an eighth soulmate. Fated no more, fated to be alone.

~ Emotional ending, third person POV ~

“My choice is” (Y/n) looked at Moa and Kyle, trying to find one last push to announce her choice. Kyle gave (Y/n) a small smile and a tiny nod, it gave her just enough courage to finish the sentence. “To give you a chance,” “REALLY?” Jake hurriedly stood up as he loudly spoke his question. “Yes,” The tears were running down (Y/n)’s cheeks like a wild river.

“Through this all, I keep thinking back to the young me who wanted to share this bond with someone destined to be with me. The young me who wanted this so badly that she would stop at nothing to achieve it. I don’t know if I can forgive you but I can give you a chance to show that you can treat me well and that what you did wasn’t the real you,”

They all ran over to (Y/n), giving her a big group hug. Shouting broken “thank you’s” as they cried happy tears at being given a chance. “We’ll be good to you, I promise, we’ll give you all the love we have and more,” Sunoo said. Moa cleared her throat to gain the soulmates’ attention. “You better treat her well, take care of her. If you dare to hurt her again, I’ll hurt you. Do you understand?” “We promise, we’ll treat her right this time,” Jay said as he met Moa’s stern eyes. “Good, (Y/n)?” “Yeah, Moa?” “Kyle and I will leave now, we’re going back to the hotel. Wanna come with us or stay with them?” (Y/n) looked around her at the seven boys who still held her close in a hug. “I’ll stay, I’ll call you tomorrow,” And so Moa and Kyle left, leaving the eighth soulmates to mend their wounds together.

With time, all wounds can heal. Enhypen did as they promised. (Y/n) and Enhypen lived happily together, moving toward the future and away from the past. The eighth of them were happier than ever and soon enough, they barely remembered the pain they felt in the past. Fated to be together, fated forever.

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Amazing — Carlos Sainz Jr (part 2)

PART ONE

summary : in which carlos always gets shy around you and it kills you on the inside.

A/N : thank you so so much for all the love on the first part, i didn’t think you all would like it this much! i’m soooo sorry it took so long to update, i just got caught up with work :( a third part is on the way so, again, hit those comments if you wanna be tagged in the next part!

You dropped all the grocery bags on the large kitchen table and sighed in frustration, “I can’t believe that this is the start of my summer break...”

Your mother discreetly chuckled, “Por favor, could you go get the—”

“Nope!” you interrupted, “I ran errands for two days straight, I actually have somewhere to be,” you checked your phone and gasped at the clock, “And if I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late!”

You grabbed your bag and rolled your eyes at your mother and sisters snickering at your frantic behavior as the youngest one wiggled her eyebrows, “You’re meeting the guy you’ve been texting 24/7?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deadpanned before walking out and slamming the door.

You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror near the house’s front door and shrugged at your flushed cheeks and simple outfit before leaving the family house. You were supposed to meet Carlos for coffee downtown and, at this point, you didn’t really care if your outfit wasn’t the most impressive. After all, you were never one to show up with the fanciest outfits or crazy makeup looks, and you were meeting up for coffee, not at a fancy restaurant.

The sun was burning your skin and each step bringing you closer to the location where you would meet the Ferrari driver made your heart beat a little faster in your chest. You had been texting Carlos almost everyday ever since you both finally engaged in a conversation at dinner in Monaco.

Sometimes you would just send him Formula One memes —preferably in Spanish, but you two would mainly talk about anything and everything. You had also obviously been very keen to show your support before the race in Azerbaijan and to congratulate him after, even though you knew he wasn’t really satisfied by his result. In all honesty, this race probably had to be your favorite of the season so far, mainly because your best friend Pierre had finished on the podium and that the battle between him and Charles by the very end of the race had brought you back to childhood when you would be in the stands and watch them battle it out in karting competitions.

You recognized him for afar, noticing how his white t-shirt emphasized his naturally tan skin. You blinked a few times and took a deep breath before walking towards him, trying to look confident even though you felt weak in the knees simply by looking at him from a distance.

His eyes lit up when he saw you and he rose to his feet, being quick to open his arms and give you a warm hug, “Hi (Y/N)!”

He pulled out the chair for you and you gave him a bright smile as you sat down in front of him, “Hey! You had a nice trip back?”

Carlos vividly nodded, “I slept all the way through, I was so exhausted.”

“Yeah, I bet! I honestly don’t know how you guys do it all the time.”

He shrugged, “Habits, I guess. What about you though?”

You cocked your head to the side, “What about me?”

“How was work and everything?”

And that was something you had learned to appreciate from him. Ever since you both started talking regularly, you had found out that he didn’t want the conversations to be mainly about him. He actually wanted to know how your day was going, what you had to do at work, what your hobbies were and he would gladly listen to you for hours on end even after a long day of training.

If you weren’t deeply infatuated with him before that, this part of him had you now in the palm of his hands.

“Quite uneventful actually,” you confessed, “I could’ve easily worked from home on that one. So... I don’t really know why they flew me to Italy but, yeah, it was alright.”

“So, you’re saying you could’ve come to the race?”

You chuckled, “I mean, yeah... but I can’t afford to travel that much, my bank account isn’t endless.”

“You know, that can be fixed by adding your name to a list.”

“You don’t think Charles and Pierre didn’t try that one trick before?” You asked, “I’m not really into the trophy wife type of thing. I mean, not that it’s a bad thing or whatever... Plus, I’m not dating any of them but, like—”

“Yeah, no, I understand,” Carlos interrupted, now feeling stupid for offering so bluntly something like this.

Just like at the restaurant where you had actually started talking for the very first time, a waitress made her way to your table and you could tell she had recognized the Formula One driver. She had a light twinkle of admiration in her eyes and a shy smile at the corner of her lips. You could so relate to the feeling, recalling the very first time you had met Sebastian Vettel as you had been obsessed with him for years when you were younger. Of course, Charles had exposed you and it had led you to wanting to dig a hole and disappear under the surface of Earth but, now, crossing path with Sebastian was just as normal as ever. You still felt immense admiration for the man but you two were very friendly and he was always looking forward to your little chats on the paddock.

“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress asked.

Carlos looked in your direction and you nodded at the girl, “Yeah, I’ll just have a latte with oat milk, if you have that.”

“Yeah, we do!”

Carlos shot you a surprised look, “Oat milk?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, you should try it, I promise you it’s good.”

Carlos squinted his eyes as if he was trying to see you flinch but you simply raised an eyebrow and smirked as the longing eye contact made your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you were doing, in fact, you were pretty self aware that hanging out with him and texting him every day would only cause your crush to grow bigger and stronger. You just never thought it would go that fast. It was like you were seventeen again and that your brain would make up new scenarios every second —with crystal clear details, involving the man sitting in front of you.

Right now, your brain was offering you this beautiful movie scene where you and Carlos would be exactly there, waiting for your coffees, except you could feel his knee gently rubbing against yours and his hand would casually grab yours, entertwining your fingers before bringing it to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. It was simple but it was sweet and it made your heart flip in your chest.

“Okay, I’ll take the same thing.”

The waitress nodded and was ready to walk away but she spun on her heels and scratched the back of her head, “Hm… I’m, I’m a big fan. Could we… take a picture?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure!” Carlos replied with a smile.

The waitress pulled out her phone with a shaky hand and you were quick to extend your hand, “Here, I’ll take it.”

You leaned back on your chair and made sure to snap as many pictures as you could, trying to find the best angle and praying the girl would be pleased with the result. Secretly, you were glad that this girl had asked for a picture with Carlos because your cheeks were flushed from that imaginary scenario and that phone in front of your face was surely covering it.

You handed her the phone, “Here!”

She was blushing like crazy and, again, you could relate, “Thank you…”

And, as you had predicted, Carlos loved the drink and you made a mental note to make him try absolutely every single thing you would order if you were both finding yourselves in a similar situation in the future. You spent most of the day together, just walking around the city and enjoying the sunny day together. As expected, Carlos was approached by many fans and, even though he appreciated all the support, he kept apologizing because you were being interrupted but you were quick to reassure him every single time that you didn’t care and that you had gotten used to it since being best friends with Charles and Pierre had put you in this situation many times before.

By the end of the afternoon, Carlos had offered to walk you home. You were about to reach your house that you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. You frowned at the whatsapp notification :

chaaaaaaarles added you to the group “monaco break baby!¡!”

- (y/n) i hope you’re ready to be on team loser for golf because i’ll never forgive you for last year

You didn’t contain the chuckle that escaped your lips as you couldn’t believe Charles was bringing up this golf “tournament” he had set up during the previous summer break. To your defense, you couldn’t golf and Charles had proven to be the worst teacher on the planet. Probably because he wasn’t a good player himself but that was something he would never confess.

“Wait, you’re going to Monaco too?”

You looked away from your phone to see Carlos had his own in his hands as notifications kept popping up on his screen. Glancing back at your screen, you realized that everyone in the group chat was currently texting, making your phone buzz incessantly, “So, you’re going, uh?”

“Yeah, Charles invited me.”

You internally cursed, knowing all too well that even if the two Ferrari drivers were good friends which could explain the invitation, Charles was probably thrilled to know you two would be spending an entire week together in Monaco.

You looked at your feet for a second, praying Carlos couldn’t sense your body tensing, “Well, I guess I’ll see you in Monaco then?”

Carlos nodded and the two of you stood in front of your house, uncertain as to how to say goodbye. It wasn’t like you two had been hanging out for the longest time but it would be a lie on your part to say you wouldn’t want a hug from him.

The awkwardness slowly faded to become something a little electric. As if something invisible was happening between your bodies as neither of you knew exactly what it was or what to do with it. For a split second, you swore you saw Carlos was ready to step forward, as if he was seeking a way to get closer to you but you saw him glance behind you and his body froze.

As if something had disrupted your privacy.

Carlos scratched his throat, returning his shy self, "Hm, it was really nice... Today."

Your heart sank in your chest in disappointment, "Yeah, it was."

"So... see you in Monaco?" Carlos said, "You can be on my golf team if you want."

The grimace that contorted your face made him laugh, "Yeah, I’m not sure you want me on your team, I’m awful at golfing. Like... really awful."

"I’ll teach you."

You bit your lip as your mind was quick to create a scenario in which Carlos was being your private golf instructor. You mentally cursed yourself and blinked a few times to stop your brain from taking things a little too far, "Deal."

Once you step foot into your house, you released a heavy breath you had been unconsciously holding in for way too long. You rubbed your sweaty palms over your legs and let out a small shriek at the sight of your sisters smirking at you.

"So... Carlos Sainz, uh?"

"You stupid bitches watched the whole thing through the window, right?" you accused, now understanding why Carlos had decided not stepping closer earlier.

Your younger sister raised her hands defensively, "Don’t know what you’re talking about," as your other one grimaced, "Guilty..."

… … …

You walked out of the bathroom all dressed up for the night awaiting you and all the people who had been invited to spend the week in Monaco.

Charles had rented a massive mansion that gave a wonderful view of the city and you remembered how your jaw dropped when you discovered the place. The previous years, Charles’ house was big enough to fit in all the guests. This time though, Charles had to invest a little more in this vacation since most of his friends were now in serious relationships, meaning some girlfriends would join and that the couples would want some privacy.

You had been graced with a wonderful bedroom with your own bathroom and you had felt obligated to offer some financial compensation which had led Charles and Pierre to laugh at your face, clearly turning down your proposition.

"Uh, I’m sorry but I could pay, you know?" you retorted as you dramatically dropped your bag on the floor.

"Oh, I know," Charles said, "I just don’t want you to."

"Yeah, I’ll just transfer you money," you said before locking yourself in your room.

Next thing you knew, Charles was banging on your door, "No, you’re not!"

When you finally walked downstairs, the living room was loud and filled with people.

Charles, Pierre, Daniel, Max, their respective girlfriends and some of your childhood friends were there, all chatting before heading out to the restaurant.

You were wearing a red and white tweed suit with the first few buttons opened, revealing just a bit of cleavage without overdoing it. Sensual but chic at the same time.

Daniel shot his eyes wide open and let out a loud whistle, "Alright, you’re snapping heads tonight, damn."

You chuckled, praying that the compliment didn’t show off on your skin, "Stop it, Dan."

Soon enough, you were all making your way to the restaurant where all the other guests were already waiting for your group.

Charles was walking beside you, a smirk growing on his lips as he noticed someone already staring at you from the other side of the room. He leaned into you, "Yeah, you got him in the palm of your hand."

You frowned, "What?"

But Charles being Charles, he decided to just walk away, wiggling his eyebrows at you before sharing a warm embrace with Lando.

And you finally made eye contact with Carlos. When you spotted him, he was already looking at you and he carefully walked in your direction as you did the same thing.

He was wearing a casual outfit and you couldn’t help but tell yourself that white really suited him. You also noticed jewelry dangling around his neck and you had to look away from his hands, too caught up by the rings he was wearing and the effect it had on you.

He hadn’t even said a word and you were already a mess.

Awkwardly, the two of you stopped in front of each other, simultaneously saying "Hi!" and you looked around you, feeling flustered by the moment.

Carlos had his mouth slightly opened, very rapidly eyeing you up and down, as if he wanted to say something but before you could say anything, you were all called in to sit at the large table.

This time though, you were sat next to Charlotte and Katerina as Carlos was on the other end of the table, way too far for you to engage in any sort of conversation.

During dinner though, you could feel him glancing at you occasionally and you didn’t mind the way your heart would beat faster every time it happened.

Ever since that time you two met in Madrid, the texting hadn’t stopped. It had become a habit for the both of you and it was like you always had something to talk about. It was thrilling and it felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

You still couldn’t figure out if Carlos was flirting with you sometimes but it definitely had something to do with your own self confidence. Not that you didn’t like yourself, you appreciated the person you were but you hadn’t dated anyone in awhile and your last relationship had wrecked you more than you would ever admit.

And to top it off, pictures of you and Carlos had invaded the internet and now people assumed you two were dating.

You were trying to keep your composure but your thoughts were flowing in your mind at an incredible pace, the whole situation making you nervous when a notification popped on your screen.

carlos

you’re okay?

The text brought a smile on your face and you looked at him, nodding gently. He stared at you, trying to see if your smile was genuine. His gaze was strong and intense and you had to blink a few times in ordee to control your increasing heartbeats.

y/n

yeah, i just spaced out ✨

A few minutes later, you excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom, enjoying this alone time to relax. You had been hanging out with Formula One drivers for years and you had grown somehow popular in the community, even though it had never been part of your plan. You only ever wanted to be there for your best friends but quickly realized being low key wouldn’t be an option in this environment.

You heard the bathroom door opening and remained quiet, not really caring for a bathroom chat with a girl who would want access to the table filled with famous drivers. You didn’t mean to judge every woman by that thought, you just knew how Monaco could be sometimes.

And you were right this time.

"You’ve seen all the photos going around recently?" a girl asked.

"What photos?"

The first girl gasped, "Of Carlos and Y/N, wait let me show you."

Your heart could not beat louder in your chest and you suddenly felt nauseous, feeling like you were back in middle school, walking fearfully down the halls for a bully to pop out of nowhere and throw you against a locker.

And the laughter began. Snarky and mocking and for a second you wondered if you hadn’t made an unwanted trip to the past where these sounds felt demonic and seemed to follow you everywhere.

"Wait, are they dating?" the second girl asked.

"I really hope not," her friend spat in disgust, "I don’t get why she’s even friends with them, seriously."

Your head started spinning and you knew, deep down, that these two girls were just jealous. Jealous because you hung out with famous, attractive and rich men on the daily. Maybe also jealous because you didn’t perfectly fit the standards and that you were never once pressured to change the way you dressed or presented yourself to stay near them. Probably jealous because you could be seen on Pierre and Charles’ social medias all the time and that you could call most of the drivers real friends.

But once they left and that you finally walked out of the stall, you were facing your reflection on a mirror that could deserve some cleaning and you hated what you saw.

In a matter of seconds, you had been torn to pieces by two women you had never seen in your life and you hated that strangers could have that effect on you.

You tried to compose yourself and finally made your way back to the table, completely oblivious to the words Charles and Pierre exchanged when they glanced at you.

Because, no matter what, you would never be able to hide anything from your best friends.

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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okay smut request for steven & marc. youre with marc and newly starting to be with steven and when you and steven have sex for the first time he makes you squirt and mark gets really mad and jealous. i hope that all makes sense 🥲

deal

marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

synopsis: stevens able to fuck you the way marc still struggles to, and marc can’t help but argue with himself

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steven was on top of you, he was steady after minutes of being unsure and ask you if it hurt, you hadn’t the heart to remind him that marc has fucked you with the same cock, multiple times previous, but you ate your own words as you winced adjusting to his size.

steven was holding onto your hips, thrusting into you. he wasn’t as ‘hit it and quit it’ as marc, steven was taking his time with you, and you loved it. for your first time with him, steven seemed to lose his nervousness easily, and only after you clenched around him did he curse and up his pace.

“fuck stevie..” you moaned out, holding onto his forearms as you threw your head back in pleasure. your stomach was bare as steven held it, rutting into you more furiously. he was close to cumming but the look on your face was enough to make him keep going.

steven set a hand on your clit and worked at it furiously. he moaned as you clenched and suddenly, you squirted all over his cock and the front of his abdomen. a scream ripped from your throat as it happened, and steven smiled slightly before he gave a few final thrusts, your legs shaking under him as he filled you up with cum.

steven pulled away from your sensitive figure, and you were laughing slightly.

“are you alright?” steven inquired, he watched his cum spill from your bruised hole and he groaned in pleasure at the sight.

you nodded, “never better, stevie.” you looked at him and smiled, “that was amazing..”

steven raised his eyebrows, “really? i thought that was how the game ran..”

steven looked at the sight of you and walked to a pile of clothing on the floor, picking a towel out. he dragged the cloth across your body, wiping you free of your orgasm. he then wiped himself clean and sat down on the bed, still in disbelief at the mind blowing sex that had just occurred.

“marc has never made me squirt. ever.” you emphasized ever to make sure marc had heard it. steven smirked, “well, doesn’t surprise me now that i think about it.” he scooted up next to you and he placed a kiss on your cheek, “want tea or something?”

you shook your head, “i’m exhausted. i think i need a stone cold nap.” you were going to close your eyes before you remembered the time marc had to take you to the hospital for a uti and it was literally the most painful experience in your life.

you stood up, swinging your legs onto the side of the bed, “on second thought..” you waddled into the bathroom, steven’s cum dripping down the side of your leg as you shuffled away.

you opened the door, having found a t shirt of marc’s in the bathroom, you didn’t feel the cold air on your body. you found steven sitting on the bed, but as you walked, you noticed the body language and rolled your eyes, “couldn’t let steven and i roll in our post sex filth, could you?”

marc let out a dry laugh, “not after i’ve never made you squirt.” his expression was cold as you moved to sink on the bed next to him.

you shook your head, “don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

marc nodded, “when i’m the one who gave him permission to fuck my wife, and then fuck my wife’s brains out, i think i have a reason to be jealous.” he countered.

you scoffed, nudging marc, “don’t make me sound like a prized pig, and you have the same body, you just refuse to use your skills for anything other than your own self pleasure.” you spat bitterly.

marc laughed, “are you saying i don’t fuck you good enough?”

“i didn’t think it was such a riddle.” you gritted.

marc rolled his eyes, “i can fuck you so hard you’d be begging me to stop.”

you laughed, loudly, “i bet you could.”

marc’s ego was in shambles now, “i can! you’re just to much of a pillow princess.”

that was a real hit, “no i am not! who did all the work when you fell off that building? me! i was the one riding you, i was the one breaking my back!” you shouted.

“one time!”

you were really mad now, “fine, marc, since you want to be so macho man, not today, but some time this week, i want you to fuck me so hard i literally won’t be able to speak.” you fought a smirk, but marc held a hand out.

“deal.”

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skyloftian-nutcase · 21 days

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Hyrule just knew this was going to be a tedious call. So he smirked at Mo. “Glad this is your call.”

Mo grumbled, his eyebrows pressed flat just above his eyes in complete exasperation. Hyrule bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing - he was pretty sure Mo would make him walk back to the station if he burst out into giggles at this point.

Sighing heavily, Mo stepped out of the truck first as Impa spoke to the patient. Hyrule followed suit, taking in the scene. The patient in question was a man in his early twenties, with hair slicked so heavily with gel that Hyrule could probably make it into any shape he wanted. His small ears had gauges that were definitely too large for them, with small glassy eyes hidden under heavy black brows. The man was pacing in front of Impa, his tank top too tight for his chest, the smell of alcohol wafting so heavily in the air Hyrule was getting drunk off the fumes.

“Hey,” Impa greeted dully. “Drunk in public, fell and hurt his wrist. I can take him in, but he might need that wrist checked out, he won’t shut up about it.”

Mo walked over to the patient, towering over him. “Hey, buddy. What happened?”

The man hiccuped, slapping the back of his hand against Mo’s chest. Hyrule yet again held back another laugh, but it was barely contained, coming out as a squeak followed by a snort. Mo stared at the man as he went on a tirade.

“Well, my girl and I were fighting, and I decided to take a walk to cool down, you know?” The man explained. “You know, to be a good person and all. ‘Cause chicks can get a little crazy, and I was gettin’ upset and that’s jus’ not nice.”

“What happened to your wrist?” Mo clarified, voice growing heavier. Hyrule bit the the inside of his cheek.

“Well, I decid’d t’ take a walk,” the man went on, “And I saw this rock and just—” the man growled and jumped, making Impa, Mo, and Hyrule all startle a hair, before he blew his hand across the air with a whistle. “Saw a rock and kicked it.”

“Your wrist,” Mo grated out. “What happened. To your wrist.”

“Right, right, sorry, man,” the patient slurred onward, patting Mo’s chest again. “I kicked the rock and watched it, didn’t see where was goin’ ‘n’ fell. Caught myself with my wrist. Hand. You know?”

“You wanna get checked out at the hospital?” Mo asked.

“I mean,” the man swayed, shrugging in what looked like an attempt to play it off and be cool. Hyrule leaned against the ambulance, catching Mo’s impatient energy as it was three in the morning, but he also wanted to see this play out. “I d’nno if tha’s—i’s probably fine. I’m fine, man, don’t worry.”

“Perfect, then you’re going with me to jail once they evaluate you,” Impa chimed in easily.

The man blinked a couple times, registering her words, and then shifted his weight between his feet. “Well. I mean. It does hurt a bit.”

Mo took a steadying breath. “Let’s get in the truck.”

As Hyrule watched his partner lead the dazed drunkard by, he exchanged a look with Impa. She wasn’t nearly as amused as he was. He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Well, saves you an arrest.”

“Wastes your time, though,” she retorted, crossing her arms.

“Wastes Mo’s time,” Hyrule corrected. He finally got a smile out of her with that.

Mo got the patient settled on the bench seat and took some baseline vital signs, all of which were normal aside from a slightly elevated heart rate. He gave Hyrule a thumbs up, and the medic hopped in the driver’s seat up front. As he started to accelerate down the road, he tuned in to the conversation happening in the back.

“Dude, you’re like—jacked,” the patient commented. Hyrule nearly drove off the road from laughing so hard.

Mo sighed heavily. “How badly does your wrist hurt? Can you move your hand?”

“Oh yeah, for sure for sure,” the patient replied. Hyrule heard nothing for a moment and then the patient yelled. “Ok dude, maybe not maybe not!”

“All right, just rest your hand and take it easy,” Mo advised, leaning over to emphasize his point.

“Bro, I’m so glad you’re here ‘cause like this is serious,” the patient commented.

Hyrule was not going to survive this ride. He was going to be absolutely insufferable on the way back.

When they finally dropped off the patient to an even more exasperated looking Legend, the pair plopped in the truck and were silent for a moment.

“Dude,” Hyrule said seriously. “I am so glad you were there. He could’ve died.”

“Link, I swear to G—”

#writing #lu in healthcare #for the record this is Oma’s fault 😂#She drew Mr Drunk Dude and I made Mo interact with him LOL #Skye time travels through the queue #lu hyrule #lu mo #lu impa #I’ll just keep making up character tags fofudjwkw #lu drunk dude #Hyrule woke up and chose violence #He’s such a little snot sometimes #Mo just wants to go back to sleep

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theharddeck · 1 year

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as if it doesn't turn you on, just to say it

basically I saw @hangmanapologist 's post (💙) and immediately opened a Google doc. the s t u n n i n g Rhett/Lewis edit is from Robyn as well!!

pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

summary: you convince Bob to dress up as your favorite show for a Halloween…and he looks way better than you could’ve prepared for

warnings: 18+ minors please DNI!! smut, swearing, explicit unprotected piv sex, explicit oral (m!receiving) sex, and mild sacrilege.

unofficial tag list (lmk if you want to be added or removed, i just tagged people who are equally feral for bob or who were nice to me once about my work): @wildbornsiren @peakyrogers @javihoney @fuckyeahhangman @thedroneranger @princessofglitterland @gigisimsonmars @thedroneranger @laracrofted @bioodforbiood @winterrebel04 @javihoney @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @roosterforme @bradshawsbitch

Bob’s voice was muted as he spoke through the bathroom door. You stood in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, rubbing absently at your red lipstick, a matte liquid product that stuck to your lips with apparently industrial strength. You hoped the same could be said of the boob tape you were placing entirely too much trust in, for something that was $16, and from Target. You tilted your head at your reflection, pleased with the overall effect.

Rationally, you knew it was just a black jumpsuit—a halter neckline, a wide pant leg, a strategic opening over the breastbone—but with the red lipstick and fake cigarette, it felt like a suit of armor.

It was as if Phoebe Waller Bridge herself was your fairy godmother, and had appeared in a thought bubble in your subconscious to tell you that you looked smashing, or something equally British and charming.

And, since your boyfriend had been convinced to don a matching costume, you were ready to see his look for the night.

“What do you mean?” you called, fussing with the approximation of Fleabag’s haircut you’d achieved with an array of pins.

“It just looks like a priest’s robe,” Bob’s voice came through the door again, confusion and indecision in his tone. “I’m really not sure what the effect is supposed to be.”

You smiled to yourself. “Why don’t you let me tell you how effective it is?” you asked.

You heard the bathroom door creak open, and Bob’s head stuck out of it. His costume was hidden by the door, but his eyes met yours in the mirror, before running down over the jumpsuit.

“You look amazing,” he said softly, and you smiled as you turned to face him. His compliments always settled over you like sunshine, warming you from your skin inwards, his sweet conviction brokering no room for argument.

“Thank you,” you smoothed your hands over the front of your slacks. “Can I see yours?”

Bob’s nose wrinkled slightly, and he turned his head sideways, leaning against the door, using it like a shield.

“I just look like a priest,” he complained meekly, “while you look so hot.”

“A million fanfics would suggest that those are not mutually exclusive,” you cajoled. “Come on, let me see it.”

Bob sighed, opening the door, and while you wished your reaction was for the sake of dramatics, it was entirely lacking in pretense.

He looked so good.

You’d known Hot Priest would be a great costume for your boyfriend, since the Andrew Scott trifecta of broad shoulders, big hands, and a soft smile was practically custom-made for Bob. But you hadn’t been prepared for just how well it would suit him.

The high white collar was stretched across his throat, emphasizing the width of his neck, and leading down to his shoulders. The black robe was unassuming enough, but it wasn’t enough to hide the definition of Bob’s shoulders and chest. If anything, it highlighted them by contrast. You’d always been attracted to the dichotomies within Bob—his strength and his softness, his gentleness and his discipline—and the vestment was putting them on blast.

He looked like a good man who fucked, and you must've had quaker ancestors, because it was really, really working for you.

The only other exposed skin was his hands, which was a whole other blessing.

He had great hands.

His long fingers were fidgeting under your perusal, and you dragged your eyes back up his body as Bob waited for your verdict. His hair was a little longer than normal, and you noticed the ends of it curling up around that damn collar, and you were practically itching to run your fingers through it.

“Alright,” Bob grumbled, somehow uncertain as to how to interpret your reaction, “let’s have it.”

“Babe,” you shook your head. “I literally cannot even tell you how good you look.”

Bob’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses, looking down at himself. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you assured him. “Like… like the female gaze personified; it’s actually ridiculous.”

He pushed his glasses up on his nose, shifting between his feet and pulling at the collar.

Just that simple motion, a long finger tucked under that white fabric, and you wanted to call Penny and tell her you were sorry, but you and Bob actually couldn’t come to the Hard Deck’s Halloween party tonight.

Instead, you crossed the room, determined to be PG, and wound your hands around his neck, smiling up at him. “Thank you for agreeing to this,” you said.

Bob’s hands came around your waist easily, his shoulders relaxing as he felt the press of your body against his.

“Of course,” he said automatically, and you knew he meant it. He was simple like that—if it would make you happy, he’d do it. You squeezed your arms a little tighter around him, and Bob immediately adjusted his grip, always willing to match you.

You shook your head, looking up at him fondly. “You’re too good to me,” you told him, honestly.

“You make it easy,” Bob said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. Bob’s hand ran up and down your spine slowly, a soft touch allowed by the open back of the jumpsuit. You snuggled into him, grateful and enamored and a hundred other things much wholesome than your reaction to his costume. You stayed that way for a long moment, wrapped in each others’ arms and your own thoughts, quietly charging before you’d face the adventure of Halloween with the rest of the dagger squad.

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“We are good friends,” you announced, as Bob locked the door to the apartment, some four hours later.

“Absolutely top drawer,” Bob agreed.

The two of you had braved a costume contest (Jake and Javy won), obligatory thematic drinks (neither you nor Bob loved the taste of gin, but you couldn’t do Fleabag and not sip G&Ts), and Rooster playing his entire repertoire of spooky Halloween songs on The Hard Deck’s piano (twice).

It had been fun, it had.

It had also been exhausting.

You kicked off your heels without finesse, and Bob sighed tiredly as he leaned over to undo the laces of his dress shoes. You smiled at the image of him, his large body bent over in the small hallway to arrange the shoe rack; he lifted a hand in your direction without looking up, and you slid your heels over to him with your toe.

He looked up at you, smiling briefly, and his thumb brushed over your ankle in acknowledgment as he arranged your shoes next to his.

You held out a hand to pull him up and he took it, straightening and stretching his back as he rose. His arm draped loosely over your shoulder as you walked down the hall, his fingers still playing with the hand you’d offered him.

“The costumes were a hit,” he mused. “I couldn’t believe how many people had seen that show.”

You nodded, knowing he could feel the motion from your head on his shoulder. “It won like forty Emmys, with good reason.”

“Alright, you have great taste,” Bob teased softly. “No need to rub it in.”

You laughed as the two of you tried to fit through the bedroom door at once, not quite small enough to make it through without some maneuvering. Once through, you rose up on your toes to press a kiss to Bob’s cheek.

“Thanks again,” you whispered. “For doing the costume thing.”

When you settled back on your heels, Bob followed you, his head ducking to capture your lips again.

It was one of your favorite things about Bob, that he kissed you just to kiss you, to say any number of things he meant, with simple affection. He broke the kiss softly, his forehead still against yours, and one of his hands tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t have to thank me for doing something that makes you happy,” he said quietly, and your heart just melted. He was so special, so sweet without even trying.

“Love you,” you said simply, and Bob hummed, before kissing you again.

“Love you, too,” he said.

You stood there for a moment, smiling sappily at each other, before Bob laughed to himself. “Although, maybe next year, we go for a costume that I can wear more than once?”

“I mean,” you shrugged, looking at his costume appreciatively, “let the record show that I am all for you bringing this look out, unprompted, whenever you want.”

Bob chuckled. “I’ll bear that in mind. Come on, let’s get changed.”

He leaned in to kiss you again quickly, but your fingers tightened on the front of his robe when he pulled back, an idea streaking across your mind.

“Or…” you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to open the door, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you considered. Bob’s hand eased its way up the side of your neck, his thumb tracing across your lip until you released it.

“Or?” he prompted, quietly.

“Or you could keep it on,” you said in a rush.

Bob’s hand on your jaw stilled, and he pulled back slightly to look at your face. Whatever he saw had his eyes widening, his breath catching, and then his mouth curved into a small smile.

“Thought you were tired, honey,” he teased, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I am,” you admitted, pausing. “But I know a good way to get me to sleep.”

Bob laughed against your skin, a fond sound, before bending down. His lips trailed warm kisses across your collarbone as his hands slipped behind you to undo the jumpsuit. You knew what he was doing, giving you time to decide if you wanted to get ready for bed or for sleep, since either would need you out of the jumpsuit, but your body responded to his touch without rationale. He hummed when you leaned into his touch and he pulled back to look at you.

“Incorrigible,” he said, and you smiled, unbothered.

“Is that a no?” you asked.

Bob’s fingers were still fiddling with the fastenings of the jumpsuit and you knew you could help him, but you liked how close he was, how his hands felt, how everything had felt since he opened the bathroom door hours ago, looking like this.

“It’s not a no,” he whispered. He got the final clasp and the garment fluttered down your body, pooling around your ankles.

Bob’s hands immediately smoothed over you, his touch warming your bared skin, and you shivered at the contrast. His long fingers ran up your sides, his broad palms settling over your breasts; you leaned into his touch as he lifted them, your eyes falling shut as you breathed his name.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Bob asked softly. “I know we watched the show together, but how much are you wanting this to draw from it—is this roleplay, just the idea, what–”

“Anything,” you whispered, your voice breathier than you expected. Bob’s hands tightened on you, at your eagerness, and when you looked up at him, you saw the desire in his expression.

“Okay,” Bob said, his voice soft, as he pressed another kiss to your lips, reassuring. “You just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, appreciating him checking in, but knowing you didn’t need it. You’d always been able to be honest with Bob, about what you needed or wanted, and you knew this wouldn’t be any different.

He lifted his chin, his eyes running down to your mouth as he licked his lips, before saying in a low voice, “Kneel.”

You whimpered.

Actually whimpered, a sound that ripped out of you at the perfect contrast of your doting boyfriend with the steely command from the show, one that brokered no discussion. Bob’s eyes darkened at the sound, but he raised an eyebrow, and you complied, sinking to the floor of your bedroom. You saw his jaw clench at the immediacy of your response, but that was the only indicator that he was affected, every other component of his expression radiating control.

“Good girl,” he said, and your lashes fluttered at his low tone. Bob’s nails brushed across your forehead as his fingers ghosted over the top of your head, settling at the back of your scalp.

“Or maybe not,” he said, in that same, low tone, a hint of unfamiliar condescension creeping in, “you got on your knees awful quick there, honey.”

Your head tilted back at his touch, one of your hands coming up to balance yourself by resting on the front of his thigh. Through the black cloth you could feel his strong thighs, tensing under the brush of your fingers, and when you looked back up at him, he was watching you through half-closed eyes.

“So pretty,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Take it out.”

You reached for him eagerly, finding the buttons in the robe and undoing them to find the loose slacks underneath. Your hands were nearly trembling with excitement as you felt the hot length of him through his trousers, and Bob drew in a sharp breath when your fingers brushed over his erection. Bulge was such an unglamorous word, but it was only accurate as you ran your hand over the length of him. You couldn’t help but lean forward to press a kiss against the straining material of the trousers.

Bob groaned quietly, a faint sound that streaked ribbons of heat through you, and you returned to your initial prerogative. When you finally pulled him free of the vestment, you sat back on your thighs, admiring his thick length in your hand. Long and broad, veins tracing up the side of it, a drop of moisture pearled at the tip, and you were practically salivating as you leaned towards him again.

Your hand angled at the base of his cock and you licked your lips as you leaned towards him, but Bob’s hand on your hair tightened, pulling you back. He held you in place and you looked up at him to see him shaking his head.

“Ask me nice,” he said, his hand tightening in your hair. His jaw was slack but his eyes were sharp as he watched you, wanting it as bad as you did, knowing how begging would make you feel.

“Want to taste you,” you whined, a breath away from him. You wanted the weight of him on your tongue, your lips stretching around him, your name on his moan when you made him feel good. “Please, Bobby.”

He shook his head, readjusting his grip on your hair.

“Who?” he asked, his voice low.

“Fuck,” you clenched your thighs together, as his words rolled over you. “Father,” you tried, and Bob groaned, a long low sound.

“That’s right, baby,” he gritted, and his hips snapped forward.

Your mouth had been open, tongue eager, but he pushed past your lips so quickly that you barely registered the salty taste of him on your tongue before his thick cock was pressing at the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyelids, but you hollowed your cheeks as Bob pressed into your throat, your hands steadying yourself on his thighs again.

You moaned around him, feeling your panties growing damp at the weight of him. He was so big, and he was trying to stay still, but his cock twitched in your mouth, little pulses that had your thighs quivering.

Bob pulled back, all the way out of your mouth, and you gasped in a breath of air when his cock pulled free. With his hand in your hair holding you steady, he traced your lips with his cock. The swollen head rubbed against your lips, your saliva ran between your mouth and his cock, messy.

“Baby, this mouth,” Bob moaned. “You gonna let me fuck it?”

“Please,” you whispered, another pulse of arousal going through you when your polite boyfriend swore, opening your mouth wider as Bob dragged his cock against it again.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Bob said, and he pushed back into you again.

You held your breath as he eased into you, stretching your jaw and pushing back into your throat. When he was seated, you heard him sigh, something breathy and beautiful, and you swallowed obediently. His hips jerked forward as you tightened around him, and his other hand came down to hold the side of your face.

“Doing so good for me, beautiful girl,” he praised softly, as he pulled back. He held you in place with his hands, his thighs pumping his cock into your open mouth, and your eyes filled with tears as he choked you on his cock.

He was so big, something you often forgot due to the gentleness with which he handled you, but when he got like this, it was unavoidable. His hands nearly spanned the back of your head, his thumbs coming forward to wipe your tears as they spilled out of your eyes, his large cock blocking air through your throat. You moaned as his thrusts got faster, knowing he loved this enough to be rough, to be wild for once, that your body was the vessel he was using for his pleasure.

When you looked up at him, he was looking down at you, his eyes dark and cheeks bright with color.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, and you whined at the obsenity, “you’re taking me so well, honey, making me feel so good, that pretty lipstick stretched around my dick—”

Your head was swimming from the lack of air and his praise, and your hands tightened on his thighs, as his head fell back. He hit the back of your throat one more time, and another, and then he pulled out of you sharply, your body weaving when he let go of your hair. You looked up at him through streaming eyes, and Bob groaned looking down at you.

He moved fast, his hands hooking under your arms and practically dragging you over to the bed. You still felt hazy when you landed on your back, the comforter soft under your body, and a moment later Bob lowered his body over yours.

“Bet you’re all ready for me,” he said, his voice hoarse as his hand slotted between your legs. He jerked your underwear aside and you both groaned when one of his long fingers pulled through your folds. Bob’s head fell to your shoulder, and you felt him press a soft kiss there, even as shudder worked over his upper body.

“What got you this wet, huh, baby?” he asked, his voice muffled by your skin, his other hand reaching up to pull off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “You like being on your knees for me this much? Feeling my cock in that pretty mouth, knowing how well it’ll fill this cunt?”

His fingers pulled through the moisture between your thighs, rubbing through you and teasing your entrance. You gasped when he dragged your arousal up to your clit, pressing tight circles around it as your back arched off the bed.

“Bobby, please, yes—”

He was gone a moment later, ripping your panties down your legs before he pulled you down to the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off of it as he stood between them. Your hair splayed around you, and you watched as he dragged his cock between your folds, still wet from your mouth. When he notched the head at your entrance, your head fell back, and he began to push it in. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you onto him, and you heard him breathing sharply through his nose, keeping himself under control.

“Baby,” he gritted, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you onto him. “Feels as good as sin, this hungry pussy. So wet and tight, pulling me in like you need it...”

You moaned at his words, your hands flailing over the sheets, needing something to hold onto as Bob pushed himself home inside of you. You wanted to sob from the fullness of him inside you, how you could feel him through your whole body, practically feel his heartbeat.

“I do need it, I do,” you babbled, the stretch of him overwhelming and perfect. “Please, Bobby, move, I need you—”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, and you reached for him blindly. You clutched at his chest, his shoulders, your hands curling into the robes and moaning when you remembered what he was wearing.

Bob laughed darkly, pulling his hips back slowly. His thick cock dragged against your warm walls and you could feel yourself clenching down on him, craving him.

“The robes are really doing it for you, huh, baby? Thinking of driving all the piety out of a man’s head because he needs this tight pussy more than he needs his god?”

His words were accompanied by a harsh thrust and you cried out as Bob picked up a brutal pace. His hips slapped into yours, his cock stretching you, and his hands tightened on your hips.

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips clashing against yours as he bent your legs back to reach deeper inside you.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you, baby,” he growled, his teeth dragging across your collarbone, “the thought of being so under a man's skin that he can’t wait a minute more without being buried inside of you? Needing to hear those sweet sounds you make while he’s fucking you, begging him to save you from the ache between your thighs?”

His cock was dragging into a deep part of you, brushing against a spot that had you seeing stars. Your legs were trembling from the tight angle but you thought you might die if he didn’t keep going, didn’t save you, just like he said.

You whimpered when his lips closed around your pulse point, biting enough to mark you, and Bob pulled back to look at you. His face was flushed, red and sweating, the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Love you like this,” you moaned, your legs shaking. “Fuck, Bobby, you feel so good, I need you—”

Bob groaned, his head falling beside yours as he rutted into your harder. His tight collar scaped against your neck and you wound your arms around his neck. As his thrusts pushed your body up the bed, his lips found yours again, dragging against you sloppily.

“No amount of holy wine could wipe the taste of you off my tongue, baby,” he gritted against your lips. “Need the sounds of my baby coming undone around my cock; ‘s better than anything else in the world.”

Your eyes rolled back as you clung to him. You felt like sobbing, you felt like your skin was on fire, like the only thing tethering you to this pane was the unrepentant press of his cock deep inside of you, his strong arms around you, his lips against you.

“Cum for me, honey,” he moaned, his voice sounding broken. “Make me sinner and saint, baby, let me feel it.”

You screamed, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm shattered over you. Your head lulled back, you felt the fabric of the robes rending between your fingers as you pulled desperately at Bob. Pleasure rolled over you, white hot and almost painful, all-encompassing and as close to holy as anything you knew.

Bob groaned as you tightened around him, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm wrecked you, pulling him with you.

“So good for me, baby,” he groaned, his hips pistoning faster, and you whined weakly, your body sensitive but needing this closeness, and his climax.

“Want to feel you, Bobby,” you whispered. “Please, baby, want your cum…”

His thighs were trembling and his chest was heaving against yours as he got closer. He ground his hips into yours, his fingers tight enough on your hips to bruise, his breath puffing into your shoulder.

“Asking me so sweetly, honey,” he gritted into your neck, “of course, anything for you, anything, baby, fuck—”

He came with a choked groan, his body tensing as he held himself over you, his hips bucking as he finished. You whimpered at the full feeling, his cock weakly fucking his cum into you, your combined climax leaking out of your core. The room was hot and Bob’s harsh breathing seemed to echo around it; you thought dazedly that that was your favorite sound in the world, the reminder that we was here, breathless, after being with you. He made to roll off of you, but you clung to him, wrapping your shaking legs around him and pulling him tightly to you.

The robes scratched against your chest, but we came willingly, turning slightly to wrap his own arms around you, holding you close.

“Beautiful girl,” he mumbled into your hair. His voice was so deep, so tender, and you drew in a breath, running your hands through his long hair. He nuzzled into you and your arms softened, loving the warmth that came from being with him.

After a moment, you felt his chest shake. You pulled back to look at him, confused to find him silently laughing, and Bob smiled at you gently, pushing some of your sweat-matted hair away from your face.

“That’ll be fourteen Hail Marys,” he teased, “and at least a dozen Our Fathers, don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at his shoulder but your boyfriend chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling you with him.

“Worth it,” he whispered, his eyes bright and honest as he leaned up to kiss you again, soft and playful, "so damn worth it."

#Robert Bob floyd #Bob floyd smut #Bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #happy Halloween to ME #fleabag #misskielwrites

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drabbles-mc · 11 months

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Always Here Anyway

Mayans S5 Spoilers Ahead (no plot spoilers, just a new character)

Guero x F!Reader

Prompt: "I remember the first time we met."

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: There is no real plot here because we know so little about his character. But Guero is my baby boy now and no one can stop me from becoming obsessed with him. 😌

Modified Taglist b/c it's a season 5 fic: @garbinge @withmyteeth @artemiseamoon @proceduralpassion @justreblogginfics @ciniluv @thegirlwhowritesfics

(pic is from the Mayans twitter account but I will barter fic for more gifs of this man)

The only sound in your small apartment was coming from the television in your bedroom. It was late enough, or early enough depending on how you wanted to look at it, that the streets outside your place were actually quiet. No cars, no fights, no motorcycles. Light from the lamp across the street barely made it to your bedroom window. The blue light cast off by your TV was enough to illuminate your bed and the wall behind you. It was more than either of you needed at that point.

Guero’s arm was looped around your back, his hand resting comfortably on the bare skin of your thigh. Even beneath the thin top sheet of your bed, you could still feel the extra warmth coming off his palm, seeping into your skin from the pads of his fingers. You smiled to yourself at the easy comfort of it as your cheek rested against his chest. The steady beat of his heart was easier to feel against your face when his kutte and his t-shirt were both discarded on the other side of your room, leaving the two of you skin to skin.

You shifted slightly, just enough so that you could look up at his face. The hand that wasn’t holding you was resting behind his head, elbow bent and jutting out as he rested back against the pillows that were stacked underneath his head and neck. There was enough light from the TV to see the ink that went down the side of his neck. His half-hooded eyes were still trained on the television. Your smile grew a little wider as you watched him fighting to stay awake even though he was clearly exhausted.

He must’ve felt you smile against his chest, because he glanced down at you, eyebrows raised to punctuate a question he hadn’t asked you yet.

“What?” he finally said, a cheesy little grin appearing on his face too as he looked down at you.

You shook your head. Bringing one hand up, you placed your palm on his chest where your cheek had just been before resting your chin on the back of your hand. “Nothing.” You paused. Not that it was what you’d been thinking about before, but you still asked, “You staying over?”

He laughed, pointing towards the window with his hand from underneath the sheet. “I already did. Sun’s gonna be up in a couple hours.”

“Mmm…” you hummed, tilting your head back and forth like you weren’t quite sold on what he was saying. “I think it might be more than a couple.”

He shook his head, letting his fingers drag lightly over the skin of your thigh. “This you saying you want me to go?”

You laughed as you rolled your eyes at him. “I didn’t say that—don’t be dramatic.” You moved your leg so that it was draped over one of his. “You can stay.” You paused for a moment as you laughed. “Might as well clear a drawer out for you at this point.”

Now it was his turn to roll your eyes at you. His feigned annoyance only lasted a second as his childish grin returned. “I didn’t unpack my shit at my own place. You think I’m gonna take the time to unpack it here?”

“You still haven’t unpacked?” you asked with a laugh.

He shrugged, holding his hand out for a moment as if to emphasize his question of, “What? When would I have had the time?”

Your grin softened into a gentler smile. “That’s true. You’re always here anyway.”

“See? That makes it sound like you want me to—”

You cut him off, leveraging yourself against him just enough so that you could catch his lips with your own. You both laughed into the kiss, Guero’s arm winding tighter around you, making it harder for you to pull away, not that you really wanted to. He brought his other hand from behind his head and placed it behind yours instead.

When you finally came up for air, you couldn’t help but to let out a soft, breathless laugh. “I like you staying over. Even if you’re living out of your backpack like a fuckin’ runaway,” you added on with a smirk as he brought his hand to cup the side of your face.

“Want me to move in?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh you barked out at that. “Hold your horses, there, caballero. I didn’t say that either.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. Both your laughter and his drowned out the voices coming from your television for a minute. It wasn’t long until you were settled back almost how you had been before. If anything, you were a little more tangled up now. You felt your eyes starting to grow heavy as some of your attention drifted back to the television. You were only half-watching, half-listening. The other half of you was listening to Guero’s heartbeat, paying attention to the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

Even though you could feel yourself getting more and more drowsy, you didn’t miss the way that he tilted his head so that he was looking down at you. Not moving, you smiled and gave the tiniest shake of your head that you could manage.

“Yes?” you said, sleep creeping into your voice.

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“I can feel you staring at me,” you murmured against his chest.

He squeezed you tighter. “’Cause you’re hot.”

You laughed. “Mhm.” You sighed contentedly, settling more against him. “What’re you thinking about?”

He pressed a quick kiss to the edge of your forehead. “You.”

You huffed out a soft chuckle. “Oh, yea?”

“Yea.”

“What about me?”

He lightly squeezed your leg. “You remember the first time we met?” he asked, and you could hear the way he was trying to hold back his own laughter, his voice dramatically wistful. “I remember the first time we met.”

You laughed, opening your eyes all the way and turning to look up at him. “Guero, it was like three weeks ago. I sure hope you remember the first time we met.”

He looked down at you, the charming grin on his face beaming even more than before when you didn’t think that that was possible. He laughed, and you could feel the vibrations throughout his chest as he did. “I do.”

For all his charm, and despite all the nights that he’d been crashing at your place because he refused to unpack and settle into his own apartment, things weren’t all that serious between the two of you. It was new but still comfortable. More than that, though, it was fun. What you had was working for the time being, and neither of you seemed to be in a rush to push it to be anything more than what it was.

“Three weeks and now look at you,” you said with a soft laugh as you kissed his chest before resting the side of your face back against it again, “you’re basically moved in.”

You heard the sound of his head hitting the pillowcase behind him. “One backpack at a time.”

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I will preface this by saying my ask if pretty long because I need to explain a bit so I’m sorry for the long ask…

so I was on the subreddit for the originals (my first mistake) and I saw someone post a question on there regarding klaus’ abuse backstory and whether that aspect of his backstory made him a more likable character and if it didn’t then at which point does klaus become an unlikable character if his backstory was different i.e Mikael wasn’t abusive towards him and was a better father just in general because they think that’s what “makes klaus a likable character/ explains and almost excuses some of his behavior towards his family” and just others in general and if they were to take some of that out of his backstory at which point would klaus be an unlikable character? and that just rubbed me the wrong way because I don’t think klaus abuse excuses his actions towards his siblings at all but people on Reddit and just fans in general have rose-tinted glasses when it comes to klaus so I feel like people would agree that klaus was a likable character because of his abuse and that it excuses and sometimes justifies his abuse towards his siblings so my question is do you think klaus abuse makes him a more likable character/ explain or justify his actions towards his siblings and others and I just want to know your opinion on this whole thing because you don’t seem to have such an obscured view of these characters and can hold them accountable for their actions and a lot of people can’t do that so yeah once again sorry for the long ask but I just wanted to explain a bit before just asking.

TW: Discussions of abuse

I've said it before and I'll say it again, no abuse someone suffers allows them to become an abuser themselves.

That being said, if you have a character who you need to redeem quickly, the best back story to give them is child abuse. That sounds terrible, but it is an incredible affective back story. Children are inherently innocent. Especially in Klaus' case. They go out of their way to show Klaus being a sweet child. The only time we ever see any of the Mikaelson children is when it was used to show just how sweet of a child he was. The show purposefully did this to blame the abuse for his behavior. It is explicitly said by numerous characters throughout the show. Klaus every other episode is finding something new to blame his behavior on. This way Klaus never had to take accountability for anything which would have required the writers actually developing the character. And because the writers are so uncreative, they do the same thing for each "unredeemable" villain -- Damon, Kai, even Katherine.

But again, no matter what abuse a person suffered, they do not get to use it as a way to justify abusing others. There's not a statistic that I'm willing to cite since I haven't been able to verify the numbers, but a majority of abusers were once abused themselves. Yet only about 30 to 40% of abused children become abusers. Many children who had abusive backgrounds get the help they need and stop the cycle of abuse. So to say that Klaus' abuse justifies his abuse towards his siblings is disturbing.

Even how Mikael speaks, it is clear to me that he raised his children no differently than he was raised. We have to remember they grew up in a very different society than we did. This does not excuse child abuse, but it can put it in context. This idea that Mikael had no reason for his abuse is also a misnomer. Yes, he says it in a scene, but this is after an entire season of them emphasizing that Mikael was attempting to strengthen Klaus and this is why the abuse was targeted on Klaus. We have that entire scene where Klaus is blaming Esther for giving her the necklace and weakening him, making him the focus of Mikael's ire. Parallel this to Mikael training Davina, talking about power and strength. Again, this does not in any way justify the abuse. But it does show the cycle of abuse that Mikael was subjected to and then put on his own children. Mikael is never given any sympathy because of his childhood because it is not explicitly said. But that is something I think most Klaus stans would say doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if Mikael was abused, it does not justify him abusing Klaus. By that logic, Klaus being abused does not justify him abusing everyone.

I also think this fandom loves to focus on certain character's abuse and forget other's. The worst villains who suffered child abuse are excused for everything (i.e. Klaus, Damon, Kai) but then the characters who aren't as bad or suffered abuse in a different manner, or even just later in life, are given no sympathy.

The fandom loves to pretend that children who grow up in abusive household are not affected by the abuse. Or if it is not explicitly shown, then they were never abused. I find it hard to believe that Mikael only ever abused Klaus. If that was his method to make them strong, I would imagine he abused all of his sons. Rebekah even talks about them all being afraid of Mikael. I don't put it past him to physically abuse both Rebekah and Esther as well. But even if this is just my take on it, we know they were all emotionally abused. And yes, this is a form of abuse that can be just as harmful as physical. As someone who works with domestic violence survivors in real life, I hate how this fandom treats abuse. You cannot compare abuse, one is not inherently worse than another. They are all extremely damaging.

Because Rebekah's abuse happened later in life and Klaus always came up with justifications for it, the fandom loves to say "it's not abuse" or "he was doing it to protect her." This is why they dropped the storyline that Mikael was doing it to strengthen Klaus, because if that was the justification, Klaus may have actually had to take responsibility for what he did to his siblings. He may have had to faced the realization that he became his father.

We also see this in TVD. Stefan was clearly terrified of their father as well, but only Damon is given sympathy because in one scene in their entire lives, we see Damon get punishment over Stefan. If we talk about later abuse, people love to talk about Damon's time with the Augustine torture but skip over the fact that Stefan drowned for an entire summer. The fandom picks and chooses what abuse justifies what behavior. Stefan also had his autonym stripped away, which is abuse, and was forced to become the thing he hates for an entire summer and this is used as a plot device to justify his girlfriend and brother developing feelings for each other. No sympathy is given to him, but Damon is given sympathy for every bad thing that ever happened to him.

Also the fact that Tyler clearly grew up with an abusive father but is given no slack ever because he isn't the perfect victim. His behavior in season one, screams abused child. But Tyler actually has character development, unlike other characters.

All of this to say, Klaus' childhood abuse does not excuse what he did to his siblings. Klaus abused them all for a thousand years. There is no question about this. I will not debate this. He emotionally and physically abused them. Just like there is no justification for what happened to him, there is no justification for what he did to his siblings. But I don't think childhood abuse necessarily made him redeemable. I really blame his pretty privilege, his accent, and his humor. The fandom looks for anything to excuse his behavior because they want to love him. Even as he is abusing people, he makes a joke and that somehow makes it okay. But the backstory allows the fandom to feel okay about liking him. Whereas with characters the fandom doesn't like, the abuse is just disregarded, or worse, minimized.

Thank you for asking! I do truly try to have a "non-biased" view of the show but, of course, I am only human. I have my own biases, however, as I said, I do work with domestic violence survivors and have personal connection to the topic, so I definitely focus on it when I see it in media. I hope this answered the question!

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i spun the wheel and got the Octopus 🐙 i have no idea what it is but i'm gonna request it with javi p! i am so curious to see what you do with this 😂

I was so hoping someone would get the Octopus! It's a little athletic, but Javi P is a well-versed man, I'm sure he can handle it.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Position: Octopus

Word Count: 1299

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), brief oral sex (f receiving), discussions of negative self-image and body changes.

Notes: This can be read as a plus sized reader, or reader who has gone through a change in her body. It's not specific, but she does mention clothes not fitting right. Javi is here to quell some of that.

When Javier enters your apartment, a faint cloud of cigarette smoke and Big Red gum trailing, he doesn’t expect to find you sitting on the floor of your galley kitchen, mascara streaks down your face. Your legs are bare and spread wide to accommodate a pack of Virginia Slims and tumbler of bourbon. The baggy t-shirt barely covers the scalloped edge of your simpler panties - Javi had seen all of them by now, knows your mood by what you pull out or off. It’s a comfort outfit, and Javi can clearly see that’s what you need now.

“Hermosa, what’s wrong?” he says softly, kneeling beside you as you try wiping the dark streaks away. It only succeeds in smearing the mess around.

“It’s nothing, Javi, it’s…just girl stuff. I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t be coming tonight.”

Javi’s brows knit up, circling your ankle with his warm, strong hand.

“Why wouldn’t I come tonight?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb as he watches your face. You bite your lip, exhaling hard like you’re frustrated with yourself.

“Julieta,” you say simply, crossing your arms and staring down at the ripples in the rocks glass. Javi shifts his jaw, settling down to lean on the cabinets across from you. The kitchen is too narrow to stretch his legs, digging the toe of his boots into the baseboards.

“It wasn’t personal,” he says, hand still soft on you and eyes conveying as much apology as he can muster.

Julieta is a new informant, embedded deep in the Colombian government and trying to dig herself out. She was snuck into the DEA offices today, fitted with a wire and given instructions on what conversations they needed to make moves. Javi had been the one to tape the wire to her chest, thick fingers gliding over smooth skin. She was nervous, flirting in that way that Javi knew meant nothing more than deflection from how scared she was. He spoke to her soothingly, and rebuttoned her blouse. At one point he held her hands in his and gave as inspirational of a speech about her bravery as he could manage.

You must have seen. It must have hurt.

“I know it wasn’t, but then I thought, well if his eye is wandering, better give him something better to look at,” you say, words spilling out as you refuse to meet his eye. “So I went through all my clothes and tried on all the outfits I used to wear when I went out, and all the lingerie I had, and I just wanted to look really hot when you got here.” Your voice gets watery and Javi’s hands itch to pull you into his lap. “But I guess I’ve…changed or something, because everything fits weird or was too tight or emphasized all the wrong places and I just…it just hurt, that’s all. It made me feel bad about myself and I was already feeling bad about myself and I just hoped that you wouldn’t come tonight because I didn’t want to have to explain it to you because I know you would say…”

“What would I say?” Javi says, and it’s far from annoyed or angry. It’s understanding, and compassion. You sigh, and a small smile comes back to the surface.

“That it was work, and that you don’t have any attraction for her. That I’m…beautiful, and you wouldn’t be with anyone else but me. That you’re here, and that’s proof enough of how you feel.”

Javi smirks, sadness starting to fizzle off your bodies.

“Guess you’ve been listening then,” he says, smoothing his hand up your calf.

“She was really pretty. Smart. Brave,” you say quietly, and Javi finally holds his hands out. You follow easily, letting him drag you into his lap. Fitting his forehead under your chin, you both breathe for a moment as he lays soothing paths along your back.

“Can I show you what you are?” he murmurs, lips plush against your neck. Hands roaming, he kneads at all the places you bemoaned before, pressing you down on his hips so you can feel his cock fill against the harsh zip of his jeans.

“You’re kind,” he says, sucking on your collarbone just enough to sting. “And resourceful. Patient. Clever.” His hands travel up to cup your breasts, thumb swiping over your nipples to make you suck in a breath. “So fucking sexy. Delicious. Perfect.” He shucks your t-shirt up your chest to take one peaked bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking as he begins thumbing at your clit through your underwear.

“Javi,” you breathe, emotion crumpling the edges of the calm you’d finally achieved.

“Look at you,” he rasps, tilting you back to sit between his splayed legs. He drags your panties down your thighs, discarding them somewhere to be found later. Cool air caresses your folds just before Javi’s rough fingers part you, sliding from your entrance to your clit.

“Javi please, I can’t…” you plead, and Javi’s helpless to deny you. Fishing himself out of his jeans, he angles himself down to notch at your entrance.

“I’ve got you, hermosa,” he soothes, pressing into your slick pussy with incredible restraint. Your head falls back against the cabinets, fingers scrabbling on the linoleum. Your face pinches in pleasure, but it’s not enough. He needs to show you more, better, what you deserve from a man that has walked the wrong path often enough to know what the right one looks like.

“I’ve got you,” he says again, fitting his hands under your calves to lift them up and onto his shoulders. You whine, the new stretch intense as he plunges deeper into you, helping hold your hips as you plant your hands behind you. It’s cramped and awkward and hard on his back but you’re looking at him like he’s hung the moon and if Javi doesn’t concentrate he’s going to bust right now.

He doesn’t have much leverage this way, but he can thrust deeper in, the slide out just enough before pummeling against your g-spot again and again. He knows he’s hitting it just right when you ride him back, tilting your hips to zero in on every pleasure center he can light up. Banding an arm across your thighs, he buries a hand between your legs and rubs the flat of his thumb over your drenched clit frantically. He’s not gonna last, you’re too good like this, you’re too good for him, he’s gonna…

“Javi, I’m cum…” you try to say before clamping hard on his cock, forcefully drawing his orgasm out and into your climaxing cunt. He hisses and curses through his teeth while you rock and gasp on his cock. When the final flutters subside he guides your legs back down, but instead of pulling out he lifts you back onto his lap, pulling you into a warm embrace that has his own heart swelling.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, hermosa,” he says, letting you lean back and take his face in your hands. The kisses that follow are slow and indulgent, as sticky as the cum now dripping out of you. Javi reluctantly slips out, watching your face relax and fill with adoration.

What does Javi want with adoration? To reward it, of course.

Quicker than you expect, he lifts and lowers you to the floor, peeling your t-shirt up and over your head.

“I’m glad you didn’t find anything to wear. I much prefer you like this,” he teases, sliding back down your body to kiss your swollen clit. Your hips buck, snapping his gaze up to you.

Your eyes say thank you.

His reply I’ll spend eternity proving it all to you.

Then he dives in to prove it three more times tonight.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

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