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lizzieisright · 4 months

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My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand

power bottom!reader x subtop!Abby

Summary: Abby comes home agitated and asks for a different way to blow off her steam.

Tags: fingering (r and abby!receiving), oral(r!receiving), strap usage(r!receiving), tribbing, face sitting, Abby has to sit and watch as a punishment, light primal play(????), cumming untouched, Abby wears a collar, reader is a little bit of a pain slut, slight degradation (no name calling), begging.

wc: 6.3k

a/n: I was this 🤏 close to writing puppy play with werewolf alpha!abby, I swear

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport

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Abby comes home from her usual “gym rats hangout” with twitchy fingers. You've learnt to notice those things because they signal the same thing to you: Abby is in the mood.

“Hey Abby.” You greet her from your place on the bed where you've been reading the book Abby recommended a week ago. “How did it go?”

“Pretty normal.” She answers and you note her higher than usual tone: she is not telling you the whole story. “I'm gonna go shower.”

You hum and go back to your book, giving Abby the space she needs when she lies to you about her feelings. She will come and talk eventually, so you're not anxious - Abby has a very complicated relationship with being emotionally vulnerable and you follow her pace in these moments, letting her come to you.

Abby takes a shower and comes back in her usual joggers and a muscle tee - you ogle her as a dutiful girlfriend should and she smirks at you.

“Nice to know I don't spend my time in the gym for nothing.” Abby chuckles and you nod, eyes following her movements until she finally collapses on top of you, putting her head on your tits.

Abby doesn't speak but starts to draw circles on your waist and you sigh from contentment: it's nice. Abby's hands always feel nice, and you tune yourself to her mood and relax, giving her the reins: restless Abby likes being in control, likes being busy and likes to take her mood out on you.

“Hey um- Can we try something?” This is not dom Abby's voice. Dom Abby is quiet and cold, concentrated, scary even. This Abby is soft and warm, which confuses you for a second as you come back out of your lazy bliss.

“What's up?”

“I got so pissed at these assholes today and I really want to not think about it.” She admits and you hum again, listening to her. “But I don't want to be in charge.”

You take a second to give Abby's words more precise form in your head. She is not in her usual subby mood, her hands are still gripping you tight, so she is not talking about subbing right now, but she doesn't want to have control...

“So you want me to dom you? But you want to top the whole time?” You finally say.

“Yes.” Abby looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Can we do this?”

You take a moment to think about it. You don't let Abby touch you when you dom her because she is usually in a subspace to escape her daily responsibilities and you decided long ago to spoil her, give her space to do nothing but be pretty. So right now your brain is trying to figure out how to get Abby into subspace by making her work. Ideas pop up in your head fast, and you smile at her.

“Come here.”

Abby climbs up and you weave your fingers through her unbraided hair, massaging her scalp before guiding her into the kiss.

It feels different, having Abby press you into the bed and still maintaining your control over her, but there's really no dominant bone in her body right now. Yes, her sculpted arms are caging your face on the sides, but her mouth is so fucking soft you can help but smile into the kiss.

“You want to fuck me, princess?” You whisper into her lips and Abby nods a few times. “Use your words.”

“Please let me fuck you.” Weak, weak little baby, you think as you caress her pink cheeks while she looks at you with big eyes. “Let me, please-”

“Bring me your collar.”

Abby's eyes glaze over for a second and she rushes to get the collar and give it to you so you can put it around her neck. You fasten it quite loosely, since you got into a habit of tugging on her collar and you don't want to hurt her.

“That's my good girl.” You tell her and Abby tries to kiss you, but you stop her roughly. “Who told you you can do that?”

“I'm sorry, ma'am.” She says, but you hear her impatience, her eagerness. “Can I kiss you, ma'am? Can I?” Abby's hands are twitching by your sides as she restrains herself from touching you.

“Oh baby.” You chuckle, amused. “Not yet.”

“Fuck.” Abby whispers to herself, desperate. “Sorry- I'll be good, I'll wait.”

This is interesting. You are so used to Abby giving you all the control, asking you to do something instead of asking if she could do something that it throws you off balance a little. But you take your time and take a breath, then tug on her collar and kiss her.

Well, you tease her: you make Abby chase your mouth, stopping her from crossing the distance when she almost touches your lips, and you can see a small frown forming. Oh, Abby is not happy with your game.

“Ma'am-” Abby growls and you smirk.

“Watch your tone or go sit and watch me touch myself.” The steel in your voice quickly puts an end to Abby's antics.

“Please, ma'am, let me touch you. I've missed you today.”

Abby's hands hover over your thighs and you take pity on her: you guide her hands to your hips and let her squeeze them.

Feeling Abby's hands on your body reminds you of a second reason why you don't let her touch you when you dom her: she just feels so good. Her strong fingers digging into your flesh make your thoughts go out of your head and you take another breath to collect yourself.

“You wanna kiss me, princess?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Abby rushes closer, a little bold, like an over excited hound who has zero discipline. She likes it, you realise. Abby likes the game, likes pushing on your buttons. She moves her face dangerously close, testing the limits, her breathing fanning your lips. You put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, and she listens, but watches you almost maniacally, tracking your every movement.

“Oh princess, you’re really impatient.” You say, amused. “If you want to kiss me, you’ll have to earn it.”

Abby nods.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll do whatever you want.” Abby whispers feverishly as she kneads your thighs. “I’ll be good.”

Seeing Abby so desperate but so determined makes you wet in your pants: it’s a new, more delicious kind of power trip. Abby wants to be active and do everything, but your one light touch stops her. One light touch against 5 '10 built like a brick woman who can do whatever she wants with you if she decides to - it makes you dizzy, to have so much power when Abby is not giving up hers.

“Use this pretty mouth and make me cum, princess.” You order and Abby’s eyes go dark. She’d manhandle you usually, but right now she is looking at you, waiting for permission, even though her grip on your thighs is strong. You decide to drive her crazy even more and once again you move your face until you almost touch her lips with yours. “My good girl knows what I like, doesn’t she?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You lick the corner of her mouth and Abby tenses, restraining herself from kissing you. You move your lips to her ear, slightly touching it, and Abby’s hold gets tighter.

“Mark me.” You kiss her under her ear. “Bruise me.” You kiss her under her chin. “Hold me down.” You murmur in a low voice right into her ear and Abby growls, really growls.

“Please, ma’am.” Abby pleads and tentatively tugs on your waistband. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

You lift your hips up and Abby takes them off in a hurry, throwing them somewhere, not caring. You’re tempted to make her go and fold everything to tease her more, but you can’t ignore your own needs: your clit is pulsing, your skin is on fire, and you need Abby’s mouth on you.

“Can I take your shirt off too, ma’am?”

“Go ahead.”

Abby’s fingers are even shaking a little as she takes your shirt off, leaving you fully naked. Her eyes are devouring you, the obsession and lust overpowering her. She doesn’t waste any time and tugs on your thighs to get you comfortable before she buries her face in your cunt, but you tug on her hair in return, moving her head away.

“What did I tell you to do?” You ask her sternly. “Don’t think just because you get to touch me you can do what you want.”

Abby kisses your thigh apologetically, grazing it with her teeth, and you pet her head.

“That’s better.”

This is all Abby needs to latch onto your thigh and suck a bruise into your skin while you hiss and grip her hair tighter.

“Good.” You sigh, your voice breaking just a little when Abby moves to the other thigh and bites you, holds you between her teeth like a prey, sinking her canines to cause the pain she knows you like. “Yeah, good girl.”

Abby snakes her arms around your thighs and pins you to the bed - you know you won’t be able to move until she lets you, and it makes you roll your eyes from arousal.

Abby watches you as she licks her way between your folds, opening you up - your taste weaves the moan out of her and she puts her whole mouth on you, licking and rubbing your clit as you leak on her tongue and sigh so heavy, so pretty above her.

You look back at Abby and she looks absolutely fucking feral, her eyes trained on you like you're her prey, and you can only smirk at her tauntingly.

“Big bad wolf, aren't you?” You mock her and grip her hair to push her further into your pussy. “I might get a leash then.”

The grunt Abby lets out into your cunt and the hold getting tighter signals she likes the idea, and you chuckle before breaking into a moan as Abby doubles the effort and really eats you out. Her devilish tongue destroys you piece by piece, contrasting with the pain of her grip on you as she squeezes your thighs, spilling your flesh between her fingers.

“You're doing, uh- so good, baby, fuck-” You whimper for her and Abby's brows go up in a pleading manner, as if she silently begs you to cum for her. “Add your fingers.” You order her and Abby listens right away, pushing two fingers inside you. “Fuuuuck..”

“Can I make you cum, ma'am?” Abby asks in a low voice and you push her head back into your cunt.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes, fucking- give it to me, princess.”

There is a millisecond pause before Abby gets overpowered by her own desires, and then Abby's fingers start to curl inside you violently, almost lifting you up with the sheer force of each curl. Your moans get higher and higher until you're almost screaming on her fingers and her tongue as your orgasm builds up in geometrical progression, taking you out fully.

You cum, gripping into Abby's hair painfully, clamping down on Abby's fingers as she continues fucking you through your orgasm, lazily rubbing your clit on her flat tongue. You feel like you just exploded, fell apart and can't find your own pieces again after what Abby just did to you. Abby sucks another hickey into your thigh and you melt into the bed, feeling high.

“Can I get my kiss now, ma'am?” Abby asks, almost smirking at you.

“Spoiled little girl.” You murmur, but motion her to come closer. “Barely did her job and already asking for rewards.”

Abby whines quietly, her previous smug face turning into pleading one again.

“Ma'am-” She can't argue with you, you have all the power, but Abby is desperate. “I made you cum, I was good.” She begs and you chuckle, caressing her cheek, cleaning your cum from her chin.

“You fucked my brains out, princess.” You kiss her and Abby moans, turns into mush on top of you, opens her mouth for you, because hearing you say this almost makes her cum in her pants.

You make out for a while, your wet hot mouth on her soft, warm one, feeling each other with your tongues. You calm down from your high, but Abby just gets more restless. She needs her energy released, she needs to burn through it, and you know exactly how she can do it.

“Do you want to fuck me with your strap, babygirl?” You tease her, but Abby can only nod.

“Yes, ma'am.” She gets bold again and kisses your cheek. And then she grinds against you and you can't help your surprised chuckle when you feel the hardness in her pants.

“Oh, you naughty girl. You took it to the shower, didn't you?” You can't help your smile when Abby blushes, caught, hiding in your neck.

“Ma'am, I wanna fuck you so bad.” She admits into your ear and your clit throbs. “Wanna see you cum again.”

“You're so spoiled.” You scold her and tug her hair to make her look at you. “Straighten up.”

Abby sits up and you take her strap out of her pants, lining it up with your hole, and Abby, naive Abby, thinks she can just thrust into you, but you stop her with your other hand on her hip. Again, it's such a light touch, but it stops her immediately.

“No, you're just going to watch, greedy little girl. You're not pushing inside until I let you.”

Abby nods and can only helplessly watch you play with yourself using her cock. You run it up and down between your folds, smearing your slick, and Abby watches it glisten in the lowlights of your bedroom. God she wants to fuck you, she wants to make you scream and leak onto the bed, she wants to hear you whimper how good she is, how good she is making you feel, but instead she watches you nudge your clit with her dick.

You watch Abby's tortured face with a smirk, the soft silicone rubbing you just right.

“I can cum just like this, grinding against your cock, princess.” You tell her and Abby looks at you, genuinely terrified.

“Please, ma'am, I'll do so much better for you, I'll make you feel so much better.” She begs and you smile when her hips twitch.

The relief Abby feels when you nudge your hole with the head of her strap is downright religious. She looks at you, waiting for permission, her fingers lightly squeezing your thighs.

“Prove yourself, then.”

You both moan when Abby smoothly slides inside after you coated her dick with your slick. She watches you, how you arch, how your naked body reacts to her, how your tits spill to the sides and your nipples tighten. She sees the shiver cover your skin from how good she feels inside you, and Abby can't stop herself but to go as deep as she can in your pussy.

“You're beautiful, ma'am.” Abby sighs, her voice trickled in lust, as she thrusts into you slowly, her hips hitting the underside of your ass.

You moan and tug on her shirt so Abby would get closer, and then you push your fingers under her collar, wrapping them around it, and hold Abby down while she ruts into you, desperately grunting into your ear.

“So good f’me, princess.” You sigh and then moan when she thrusts into you so hard it makes you move up on the bed, knocking the air out of you. “Fu-ah-ck, shit, you're barely holding on, aren't you?” You tease her with your broken voice and Abby growls into your neck. “Look how you're fucking me, baby. Fucking look.” You growl in return.

Abby listens and tries to move away to see properly, but you only let her go as far as looking between your bodies since you still hold her by the collar.

“God, ma'am- you're so wet, fuck-” Abby sobs and fucks you hard and slow, hungrily watching her strap move in and out of you.

“You did it.” You say between your whimpers. “Like a good girl.”

Abby scrapes her teeth on your neck, desperate, but you tug her back so she continues watching fucking you while you moan and dig your nails into her shoulder.

“Ma’am, fuck, please-” Abby pants and looks up. “Can I go faster? Please, I'll be good for you, I'll fuck you so good, please.”

You pull her closer and kiss messily, feeling as feral as Abby looks right now, bite her bottom lip painfully and feel her hips snap into you in response.

“Go ahead, princess. Make me cum on your cock.” You pant into her mouth and Abby's eyes go dark.

“Thank you, ma'am.” She tells you in her scary fucking voice and you feel like the power shifts between you for this one second. She places both of her hands by your sides for stability, and you know this is it. You're going to be destroyed.

The first hard thrust makes you squeak and then there is no break: Abby's pace is unrelenting, her hips are strong and she uses it to her advantage, slamming into your pussy, going so deep on each thrust it becomes hard to breathe for you. You moan and whimper into her ear, scratching her shoulder when Abby hits the spot just right, but you keep holding her by the collar to make her remember who is in charge here.

“Fuck, unnnhhh, you're so good-” You tell her and Abby looks into your eyes like she can find a proof there, like the noises she fucks out of you is not enough.

“Thank you, ma'am.” She pants and buries her head into your neck, licking your skin with her whole tongue, lapping at your collarbones.

You feel animalistic, like both of you are stripped down to your instincts with all growls and grunts that leave both of your throats. Abby sucks on your skin and grabs your hip painfully, pinning you down so she can move even faster, harder, making your cunt squelch with how wet she gets you. You don't cling to her - you grip like a predator grips their prey in their claws, and the desire to hurt, the same desire Abby has in her, makes you dig your nails into her throat. Abby whimpers and gently bites your shoulder, licking her bite right away to soothe you, and she feels how your walls grip her strap, not letting her pull out easily, almost with a pop - you're close, you're so close Abby can't help but moan.

“Ma'am, would you cum for me? Please, please cum for me-” Abby says into your neck as her hips keep drilling into you: by this point she doesn't care how tight you are, she is going to keep fucking you until you cum.

“Fuck!” You sob, every movement of Abby's cock making you open up for her. “Fuck, baby- shit, keep going, yeah?” You feel like you are about to cry: it feels so intense, your legs start to shake in anticipation. “Holy shit-” You sob and Abby looks up at you, watching your now wet face with blown out eyes and an open mouth: you look like a god to her. “Baby-”

You squeeze your eyes shut from how much you feel as your orgasm bursts out, dragging you to the pits of hell with white hot pleasure and you can't help the scream ripping from your chest.

Abby moans involuntarily: seeing you like this while she is in subspace, while she is serving you, is goddamn holy. She feels how her own clit pulsates and the desperation takes over her.

“Ma'am, can I cum?” Abby asks you shyly while she is fucking you through your orgasm, but you barely register her voice, so overwhelmed.

“You better, princess.” You growl and then squeak as Abby gains her speed back.

The mess of whimpers and grunts gets louder as Abby approaches her orgasm while she is watching you cry from overstimulation, feels your fingers grip her throat, listens to the best sounds in her life and this all trips her over the edge. Abby ruts into you, chasing her orgasm, and moans into your shoulder when it finally hits her. Her hips erratically slam into you and you tug on her hair: the perfect mix of pain and pleasure makes Abby see stars.

You can't help the quiet moans that leave your throat on every exhale: you're still pulsating around Abby's strap, and Abby lies on top of you, making your sensitive skin feel her everywhere, even though she is fully clothed.

“Holy fuck.” You chuckle, surprised. “Are you okay, babygirl?”

Abby hums in agreement.

“Tired?” You are gentle now, smoothing Abby's hair out: you don't know her limits in this.. order of things, so you're being careful.

“No, ma'am.” Abby presses her forehead to yours and you smirk. “Whatever you want, I'll do it.”

“Yeah? Did it feel good to cum while you fucked me?”

“Yes, ma'am. You're so beautiful when you cum.” Abby looks into your eyes, needy, definitely waiting for something. “Can I kiss you, ma'am?”

You hum and pull Abby into the kiss and she gets bold, kissing you a little too aggressively than she is supposed to, but you let her - she deserves it. She shifts her hips and the strap presses inside you, making you gasp into her mouth. Abby gets excited and presses harder, but you stop her.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Abby just looks at you dumbly, caught in the act.

“Please.” That's all Abby can manage.

“Please what?” You hold Abby's chin between your fingers, making her look at you.

“I want to make you cum again.”

You pretend to think, but then you let Abby go.

“Take your clothes off.” You tell her.

Abby nods and slowly pulls out of you: you feel your hot slick dripping down your ass and it makes you smile - you like knowing how well Abby fucked you.

“You see this, princess?” You nod at her absolutely soaked strap. “You see how good you made me feel?”

Abby swallows, really tempted to lick the strap clean since it has your cum on it, but you asked her a question and she has to answer.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“I bet your pussy is drenched as well.” You smirk and Abby blushes while she takes her clothes off. “Come here, princess, and ride my clit.”

Abby freezes for a second, taken aback, so, “Colour?”

“Green.” Abby says in the husky voice and gets on top of you. She slots herself between your legs and- “Oh my God-” Abby gasps when she feels your hot wet cunt on herself. “Oh my god it feels so good.”

You pant as you look over Abby: her collar is loose around her neck, her hair sticks to her back and her eyes are so wide it is almost funny, and you'd have teased her for this, but Abby starts grinding on your clit and all thoughts leave your head.

Abby's legs and glutes are strong, meaning she moves fast and hard on top of you, bumping your clits together: she slides so smoothly since you're both soaked and you moan quietly, and the idea comes to you.

“You're not allowed to cum until I do, do you hear me?” You tell her as sternly as possible and Abby whimpers.

“Yes, ma'am.”

You smile at her, mean - you know between the two of you Abby always cums quicker, so you just set her up for failure. And Abby knows it as well, looking at you with pleading eyes and an open mouth as her moans leave her lungs - she hopes you'll be kind to her. But you won't.

You try to calm down your breathing and hold off your orgasm, even though Abby is moving perfectly: she is fast and her clit brushes over your clit just right. And then you feel how Abby sneakily tries to slow down.

“Are you tired, princess?” You ask with mock concern.

“No ma'am.”

“Then pick up the speed and make me cum.” You tell her with the steel in her voice.

“But ma'am, I'll cum.” Abby whines. “I wanna be good for you, please.”

“I told you, you don't get to cum until I do. Figure it out.”

You're being mean to her and Abby doesn't have a choice but to pick the speed again and try to not cum, even though she feels how close she is: she is already twitching when your clit touches hers just like she needs it, and it won't take long for her to fail you.

And Abby knows you are good at punishments, so she decides to do only one thing she can:

“Ma'am, please, I can't hold it any longer, please-” You frown and slap her thigh lightly, not pleased. “Please, I'll be good, please can I cum now, I'll do anything you want, I can't- It's too much-”

Abby is sobbing but keeps going, driving herself insane: she can't stop herself from cumming but she also can't stop moving without you punishing her and Abby feels her adrenaline going up at the thought of what you might do when she fails you.

“Don't even think about it, princess. I said no cumming.” You growl at her and Abby is done.

She keeps moving pathetically, riding out her orgasm and thinking you will forgive her if she just keeps going even though her clit is pulsing and her slick is dripping down on your pussy, her pace lost and erratic. You move up and grab her by her collar, letting her moan into your lips as you watch Abby ride out her high. You're pissed off and Abby gets the tingles - the fun ones when she is scared of you but she is also absolutely fucking thrilled about what is to come.

“Oh, this is a bad, princess.” You tell her coldly. You look so calm and collected while Abby is a mess. She can feel her lower stomach quivering from the aftershocks, her hair is stuck to her body and her face is fully red. “I didn't give you permission, did I?”

“No, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am.”

“Sorry is not gonna cut it.” You snarl. “You had the audacity to cum before I was satisfied.”

“I'm sorry, ma'am. Can I make you cum? I promise I will make you feel so good.” Abby pleads, but it's to no avail.

“No. You fucked up, you won't get to touch me until I let you. Go sit at the edge of the bed.”

If Abby could whine like a puppy, she would. But she listens and sits where you told her.

“Give me your strap.”

Abby perks up with a small hope as she passes you the harness: maybe you will let her fuck you again? Maybe, at least, she will get to lick your cum from the strap? Oh Abby would give anything to just taste you right now.

But you take the dildo out of the harness and spread your legs, showing Abby your soaked pussy.

“Hands behind your back and spread your thighs, don't even think about touching yourself. Bad girls only get to watch.”

Abby swallows and does as she is told and just watches as you drag the dildo between your folds, smearing it with your slick.

“You see this? Your cum is all over my cunt.” Oh fuck, Abby thinks. Oh no. She will have to- “Watch how I'm going to fuck it back in and make myself cum, since you were so busy being a brat.”

Abby whines. She can't help it - she is supposed to do it. It's her job to serve you, to please you and make you feel good, and you took it away to punish her.

“Yeah, I bet it felt nice, not listening to me.” You murmur and moan when you push the dildo inside. Abby watches how it stretches you and her fists tighten, it is supposed to be her. “Can't wait to have your cum inside me, princess. The only good thing from this.” You scoff.

Abby bites her lip to cope with what she is seeing; you pull out and rub the strap on your pussy to collect the slick on her strap just to push back in. Her cum is in you. This thought makes Abby dizzy and desperate: she really considers not listening to this order as well and just- just touch you and taste you.

“Your cock feels so good.” You taunt her and Abby whimpers.

“Ma'am, please! Let me do it, I'll make you cum, please-”

“Quiet.” You bark at her and Abby listens. “You don't get to ask for anything. Be grateful you get to watch.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” Abby says in a small voice and quiets down.

You relax and continue playing with yourself as if Abby is not even here - you're concentrated on your own needs right now, fucking yourself with the dildo, feeling how it rubs all over your walls, and it's not enough now. So you lick two of your fingers and put them on your clit, rubbing and flicking it the way you like, moaning when you feel yourself tighten around the strap.

Abby is going to cry, she thinks: everything you're doing now is torturing her. She needs to be the one who fucks you and plays with your clit, it's her job. There are red crescents on her palms from how hard she is digging her nails into her flesh, and she is leaking on the bed, because you're so fucking hot. Abby can't take her eyes off you, off your perfect pussy with her cock inside, off your pretty face contorted in pleasure.

“You're beautiful, ma'am.” Abby blurts out, not controlling herself.

“Yeah?” You smirk.

“Yes, ma'am.”

You like it when Abby compliments you, but she is being punished, so you don't give her a chance to redeem herself. You start rubbing your clit faster, feeling your orgasm approaching, and Abby whimpers again: she can see it as well. She wants to beg you again, she needs to make you cum, but Abby also needs to be good, so she stays quiet and doesn't look away. Your thighs start twitching and your moans get louder now, and Abby can't sit still anymore; she almost bounces on the bed, trying to cope with the fact that you're going to cum without her.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You taunt her again, knowing how much it upsets her. “Oh, I'm going to cum-” You whimper when you feel the first wave of orgasm washing over you before the whole tsunami of pleasure.

Abby is panting, her mind is empty, and she watches you again like a predator, feral eyes trained on your face: you look so good when you cum.

Tsunami hits you and you moan deeply, frozen in place as your cunt pulsates around Abby's strap. Abby doesn't even breathe, waiting for you to come down from your high. She tries her best to be good and patient for you, and you notice it. Abby is damn near tears, but she is still sitting like you told her to, and she is being quiet as well, waiting for you. You feel like this is enough for her and motion her to come to you when your high subsides.

Abby is super fast as she climbs on top of you, getting comfortable between your legs again.

“Hi, baby.” You tell her in a sweet voice and Abby buries her nose in your neck, squeezing you in her arms. “You did so well, sat through your punishment like a champ.”

“Thank you, ma'am.”

“Do you want to stop?”

Abby looks borderline hurt at your suggestion, and you laugh kindly.

“I’ll take it as a no.” You caress her cheek gently. “Well, since you’ve been so good, I suppose you can choose how you want to fuck me, princess.”

Abby moans at your words - she is so greedy she can’t pick an option right away, she can’t believe her luck!

“Sit on my face.” Abby says in a low voice that faintly reminds you of her dominant side, but she quickly remembers her place. “Please.”

“Lie down.”

Abby listens and watches impatiently how you get up and swing your thigh over her chest, your soaked pussy so close to her face she feels how her own cunt pushes more slick onto the sheets.

“Hold me down and leave bruises.” You gasp when Abby immediately wraps her strong arms around your thighs and pulls you down, making you sit on her face. “Good girl.”

Abby moans into your pussy and opens her mouth wide, as if she is really trying to eat you, and you relax in her grip - the pain from her fingers digging into your hips is mixed with the pleasure from her soft flat tongue and you feel amazing. And Abby is so eager, she eats you out feverishly, watching your every movement. Abby needs to make you cum, to hear you choke on your own moans, but right now you only make these quiet breathy moans - so she sucks on your clit and you twitch, overstimulated. Abby grins into your pussy and you frown.

“Oh, you wanna play games, princess?”

And then it’s Abby’s turn to twitch because you push two fingers into her and curl them.

“Don’t you dare to cum before me again.” You growl at her and Abby mewls pathetically, tugging you even harder, pinching your thighs when you curl your fingers and hit her sweet spot. You whimper, getting high on pain-pleasure equilibrium, and all hell breaks loose.

Both of you can’t stop your moans, and everything becomes a chain reaction where you fuck your fingers into Abby and Abby drags her tongue over your clit, sucking and rubbing it while her hands try to break your bones with the force she is holding you down. Your thighs are suffocating her, but she is in heaven: you’re all around her, all she smells, tastes, feels and hears - it’s only you. This is how it is supposed to be: Abby under you, serving you, making you feel good like no one, not even you, can.

“Fuck, baby, just like that-” You choke on your moan and Abby moves her hands to your hip junctions, keeping you in one place as her tongue fucks you like you need her to. “Yes, princess.” You hiss and buck your hips into her mouth, but the iron grip she has on you doesn’t let you.

You keep curling your fingers inside her and Abby closes her thighs around your hand, trying her best to concentrate on you and not cum before you do, but your pace doesn’t falter even when your voice breaks and your hips twitch. Abby concentrates on your puffy, warm cunt and listens to your moans - but it seems to only work against her, spiking her arousal even more, bringing her closer to the inevitable.

“You are tightening on me.” You smirk and thumb at her clit, making Abby’s hips jump. “You’re gonna cum when I cum.” You manage to tell her and then there are only moans and whimpers as Abby sucks your clit.

And then she gently grazes her teeth over it and your climax hits you suddenly; Abby eases her grip on you, letting you ride her tongue while you moan and whine for her. You feel how her cunt sucks your fingers in and Abby is such a mess now, cumming on your fingers while you use her face to prolong your orgasm.

“Good girl.” You whimper and sit on her chest, looking at Abby’s red wet face as she keeps moaning. “Came with me like I told you to, good fucking girl.”

You take your fingers out and Abby makes eye contact with you when you suck your fingers clean.

“Oh god-” Abby sighs pathetically. “Fuck, ma’am.”

You chuckle, still riding your high, but you find your strength to move and lie next to Abby, petting her head gently with your shaking hand.

“You want to cuddle, princess?”

“I wanna hold you.” You are surprised, but you go back on top of her and Abby wraps her arms around you, caressing your back. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, princess.” You gently kiss her shoulder and then her cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired. High.” Abby chuckles. “Thank you. It was amazing.”

“You did amazing, baby. I’m proud of you.” You kiss Abby gently, feeling her whole mouth, trying to show her all the love you have for her.

“You got so pissed at me.” Abby grins and you roll your eyes with a smile.

"Was it too much?"

"I think if you want to punish me again like this, you'll have to tie me down. I almost broke, wanted to fuck you so bad." Abby murmurs and you kiss the marks on her throat. "Does anything hurt?"

You're surprised once again - usually you ask this question, but given the circumstances...

"Deliciously." You murmur into Abby's lips and kiss her again.

"We need to get a leash." Abby says suddenly and you snort.

"Yeah, we do."

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #sub!abby #abby anderson

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youn9racha · 8 months

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okay, i just woke up from a nap and the sight i had of chris was not leaving my brain, and i’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.

it was inspired by that video i saw of the cast of the la of one piece, where taz (sanji) was cooking for his cast members and his mannerism while cooking just inspired me to create this thought because it was mayhaps the most attractive thing a person, let alone a man, could do.

(yes my obsession with one piece has officially run so deep i am this 🤏 close to creating a new account for one piece i swear)

for reference; its the first few seconds of this clip, but really watch the whole video and tell me that that wasn’t hot

mdni !!!

picture a chill night with your boyfriend chan. you two were cuddly and all over each other, with emanating giggles and adorations. he just looked down at you while he lays sideways with a grin, “do you want anything to eat? i can order something if you want.”

you smiled at him, shyness rose within you just slightly, as you looked down before looking up at him, “actually, i was hoping maybe you could cook something, like you did a few weeks ago…”

and he looked at you like you were the most adorable creature to run on this earth, endearment just struck through him even further. not bearing to say no, he got up and held your hand to walk yourselves into the kitchen.

chan doesn’t always cook but when he does, he does it only on special occasions or for special people, and you are way greater than special to him. you haven’t seen him cook, but he always does it whenever you feel like having a warm homecooked meal in passing conversation before you come over, otherwise you two mostly stick to take outs.

he sat you down on the bar chair while you look him over across the island as he gathers his ingredients.

“do you have anything in mind?”

“anything you can manage to make…”

he smirks, “i know just the thing.”

and there he starts cooking. you two would talk while he focuses on creating his food, leaving you have most of the space while he does all the work. he would cut down the vegetables into the cutting board, one hand holding knife in a smooth way while the other holds the onion in a way where his fingers don’t get cut. his hands work fast and stoic, matching his eyes as he looks at them, but there would be times he would look up at you while you’re speaking, hands still moving, and his eyes quickly softens and smiles at you before looking down, going back to his concentrated face.

you’ve noticed that mannerism, and you couldn’t help but feel flustered at the sight. he wasn’t doing anything extra, he was just enjoying listen to you while he chops his vegetables, yet that caused you to feel warm within you. even while you carried on talking, you couldn’t help but cross your legs at the sight of chan’s veins in his hands protrudes even more due to the motion and force they’re putting through.

you gulped at the sight, and chan let out a hum, encouraging you to speak, “yeah, and then? why’d you pause?”

his soft voice sent sharp warmth down underneath your stomach, making you flustered even further but you still tried to remain calm and not attempt to pounce on chan while he’s innocently cooking you your meal.

once he was done searing everything and placed everything on the plate, he handed you the dish in a very smooth manner. that whole ordeal felt like years, but really took no more than 20 minutes. he just smiled at you as you looked down at your food in awe.

the presentation was done beautifully, and you were practically salivating over the sight—as if you weren’t earlier but over a different reason. you smiled at chan and complimented his work, all the while he looked at you with a smirk and holding your utensils in one hand.

he walked over to you, standing right behind you and leaned into your ear, his buff arm enclosing you, while your utensils was trapped underneath his large hands. you could feel his hot breath in your neck as he begins to whisper into your ear.

“i saw the way you were looking at me… you thought i couldn’t catch you staring?”

you gasped at his words while he chuckled. he lets go of the utensils, places the knife and fork in each side of your plate, before leaning back to your ears once again, and his words leaves shivers down your spine.

“when you finish eating, i want you to come to my room, so i could later have my meal done by you… don’t leave me hungry…”

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yeah thanks a lot taz skylar for giving me this wild ass thought (wish had a good closing sentence thought—)

#stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz smut #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #bang chan smut

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sanaxo-o · 7 months

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Serenade (Eric Sohn)

|| Inspired by Boynextdoor’s song Serenade 💃||

Warnings: very cute hehe, fluff, Eric is head over heels for the reader, kissing, kinda strangers to lovers 💃

Sana: Yolo 💃👯‍♂️, okay so I was not planning on writing serenade AT ALL but then I saw Dora’s post about that I was like “I have to write on this!” I am glad I did 🧍‍♀️. I also had very much fun writing this but now I was overthinking a lot and now I think it’s not good enough but meh 🫠🤏. I still loved writing this at the start 🤧.

Word count: 4,004

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There she was, the girl he was head over heels for. She was simply just sitting there, listening to what the professor is yapping about but she still looked so effortlessly beautiful that he could feel his hearts doing flips even tho she was just sitting there doing nothing.

Looking down at his blank book the boy sighed when he realised that today yet again, he failed to pay attention to the class. If you closely examine his notebooks you would surely notice small doodles on them which were only about her. Small notes on them which were his feelings, how he truly felt about her. How he made notes on what she wore that day. Not like a creep, just a observation.

Flinching in surprise the boy looked up from his book and saw that the professor already dismissed the class long time ago.

“Mr.Sohn you were not paying attention in the class today too.” The professor said as he slid his glasses down to stare at Eric.

“I am sorry professor Lee but I have to leave urgently.” Eric said as he stood up from his seat and started packing up his stuff. He hurriedly exited the class trying to catch up with her, only to stop when he saw her already walking away with her group of peers.

Slouching his shoulders the boy turned around on his heels and walked in the opposite direction of her. Going up on the rooftop the boy saw his friends sitting there chatting with each other happily.

Taking slow steps towards them, the already upset boy let his bag fall down on the floor dramatically as he himself took a seat beside his close friend, Sunwoo.

Holding his head in his hands the boy silently screamed in it trying to get his minds of her. He could feel a hand patting his back in a motivational way.

“Did not get to talk with her again?” He heard Sunwoo asking. Looking up the boy stared up in the sky which was starting to get dark.

“I tried but she was already walking away with her friends. I mean..she won’t even notice me..” the boy said with a slight pout on his face. Drawing circles on the ground the lovesick boy continued to ramble about her.

“Man, you just gotta approach her. Eric she won’t notice you unless you make an effort. Try to at least make a small talk.” Eric heard another one of his friends say.

“But..but she is just so pretty, kind, her voice is like honey. Just hearing it once makes me have a sugar rush. I mean..just looking at her makes my heart thump in my chest. How do you expect me to go talk with her?” Eric said dramatically as he looked up in the sky again “The sky is like me, dark..ah what am I gonna do? My life is ruined..” Eric dramatically exclaimed again. He could hear his friends sign at his behaviour as they just let him be.

“Your life is not ruined Eric..” Sunwoo said before he stood up to leave the rooftop.

His whole lunch just went in him thinking about you. About your sweet smile, he still remembers the time you helped him out. He was still new that time. But you were there for him. You showed him around, introduced to some students, helped him get comfortable but that’s it. He was still grateful to that. But that was the last time you spoke with him.

You both did agree on being friends but then maybe it just didn’t work out between you two. Eric thought you both clicked pretty well, but maybe not you.

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Sitting in the cold library, Eric tried his best to concentrate on the subject he was studying. But he could not understand a thing in the textbook which was written.

It was not making any sense according to him. Throwing his head back the boy closed his eyes to try to cool his brain off and then start everything again in hopes of understanding it.

“Are you sitting alone?” A soft voice asked from behind him making him flinch and drop the pencil he was balancing between his nose and mouth. Scratching his head in embarrassment the boy bent down to pick up the pencil.

Sitting properly on his chair again the boy looked up only to stop breathing for a moment. There she was, the girl he was totally head over heels for—the girl who would make him forget to take breaths and make him forget about his surroundings. She was right there. Standing in front of him, with books in her hand as she patiently waited for his reply.

Snapping out of his trance the boy tried to clean up the mess he made in hurry, half excitement because he would finally be able to talk with his crush again and half out of embarrassment because man he just let his crush see him in such a mess.

“Yes, yes you can sit beside me. Not that you have to. It’s just you asked if I am sitting alone so I thought you’d be looking for a seat.” The boy rambled on as he finally seemed to come to a stop from cleaning his mess. Looking at her Eric gulped nervously as he saw her pull the chair out and sit down just beside him. Oh god. He could feel his hands getting sweaty again. Rubbing them on his ripped jeans Eric cleared his throat as he diverted his attention back to his textbook to distract himself.

“Eric right?” The boy stiffened upon hearing your voice, moreover he was rather more shocked that you remembered his name. Looking up nervously the boy gave a small nod to her.

“It’s been ages since we last talked!” There it goes. His heart doing those unnecessary flips. I mean…he knew that you still existed. Of course he knew. You were all he could see in a room packed with people. You were always on his mind no matter what he did.

“Yeah, how are you doing?” Eric asked in a shy voice as he kept his eyes on the book which was in front of him. Normally, he would never be so shy to talk to a girl, but boy when it came to you he would become a mess. It was like this tone of voice he was is only for you. He is shy only around you, because normally he might even be the loudest person in a room full of guys.

“Pretty good actually..hey I noticed that you have been stuck on that page since ages. Do you need help? I am great in that subject..” he heard you ask. He could feel his heart jumping out of his chest. You? Just offered to help him? No way. He must be dreaming.

Clearing his throat Eric looked up from his book for a split second before looking down again “Sure, sure if you’re okay with it.” He said quietly.

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Yawning Eric checked his phone to check what time it was. Widening his eyes he looked at Y/N nervously “It’s almost past 10. Let me walk you home..” Eric said softly as he started packing his stuff.

“You don’t have to. Really it’s okay..” Y/N said with a smile as he slung her bag over her shoulder, “No let me. You stayed back because of me. That’s the least I can do,” Eric said politely. Nodding to his words Y/N started walking towards the library door with Eric beside her.

Walking down the silent street Eric kept looking around, not daring to meet her eyes. Constantly rubbing his palms on his jeans he kept stealing small glances at her.

“There is a convenience store near my house? Wanna grab a bite? You might be hungry..” Eric heard Y/N ask. Looking up at her, he felt his heart pound in his chest. The moment he looked into her eyes he could feel his cheeks heating up. Immediately looking down Eric nodded his head.

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Entering the convenience store both of them went to the ramen section. Grabbing the noodles of their choice and getting a drink they went to the cashier

“I will pay. Consider it my treat..” Eric said with a grin on his face as he let the cashier scan their food

“You don’t have to tho..” Eric chuckled when he heard Y/N whisper that. Looking at her he gave her a smile as he shook his head when he saw her looking at him

“You’re late because of me. Just let me do this favour for you. And no one can ever deny free food now, can they?” Eric said as he paid for the stuff.

Getting everything both of them walked outside, where all the tables were. Taking a seat on the chair Eric and Y/N both took a seat opposite of each other.

Eating the noodles silently both of them did not make any conversation, enjoying the comfortable silence and atmosphere they had.

“Can I try some of your ramen?” Eric heard Y/N ask him. Looking up from his cup of noodles he pushed the noodles to her while chewing.

“Sure. Have how much ever you want. I don’t mind..” Eric gave her a small smile. He observed how Y/N happily took his ramen cup and slurped on the noodles with delight.

He noticed how some of the soup was on her cheek. Y/N did not seem to pay any mind to that so leaning forward he gently wiped of the soup off her cheek.

Backing down Eric looked everywhere, just now did he realise what he did. He could feel Y/N staring at him. Clearing his throat Eric stood up from his chair and said “Are you done? Come on I will drop you off..” he said nervously as he stared of into air to nervous and embarrassed to even look in her direction.

“Yeah yeah..sure. Let’s go.” From the corner of his eye Eric noticed Y/N gathering her stuff and coming beside him.

The two of them walked silently, their hands lingering in the air as the night breeze came through.

Eric noticed how Y/N was constantly shivering because of the cold air. Taking a notice of her thin clothes Eric removed the jacket he was wearing and draped it over her shoulder silently.

“Hmm? Eric you don’t have to. I am fine,” he heard Y/N mumble.

“No, wear it. You’re shivering.” Eric said softly as he stopped Y/N from removing the jacket.

“Hey, there’s my house. Thank you for dropping me off. I hope we can keep in touch.” Y/N said as he stopped by her front door. Ringing the door bell she turned back around to face Eric

“Yeah..sure thing. See you around I guess.” Eric said while taking a step back.

Waving her off he watched Y/N enter the house. Turning on his heels the boy walked back to his house with only one thing on his mind, she talked with me again, she even knows my name.

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Tossing and turning on his bed the young boy could merely make himself go to sleep. His mind kept on thinking about the interaction he had with Y/N.

Sighing he grabbed his phone and checked the time 3:30 a.m. Opening his contacts he dialled the one number who would listen to his talks.

“Hello?” A sleepy voice spoke on the other line.

“Sunwoo..she remembers my name. Do you know how big that is!” Eric exclaimed in delight. He could hear Sunwoo groan on sleep and annoyance, how can someone be so loud at this hour?

“Eric for gods sake, it’s 3:30 in the morning! Get some sleep man..” the young man mumbled sleepily

“No you don’t get it. What if someone you like knows you? Wouldn’t you be very happy? Be on cloud nine?” Eric mumbled

“Well I am not in love like you so no I don’t get it..” Eric ignored what Sunwoo said and continued with his rant

“But what do I do now? How do I approach her tomorrow? Oh my god I am freaking out. What if she thinks I am a creep?” Eric rambled on as Sunwoo had no option but to listen to what his friend rants about.

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It had been a couple of days since Eric and Y/N last interacted. Currently Eric sat in Sunwoo’s room as he continued to eat his brain out by asking him questions.

“How do I approach her?”

“I don’t know..”

“If I approach her what do I talk about?”

“I don’t know..”

“Do you think she noticed about how I keep looking at her?”

“I don’t know..”

“Do you think she thinks of me as a creep? Please say no..”

“For the last time Eric I don’t know,” Sunwoo said loudly as he glared at the boy who was on his bed. Sighing he stood up from his chair and sat beside Eric

“Ask, hey do you wanna take a walk? The weathers nice?” Sunwoo suggested as he handed Eric his phone, “Come on go on.”

“No that’s to straight forward..” Eric mumbled

“Didn’t you say that she has your jacket or something? Ask her to return that..” Sunwoo suggested again

“No, that’s too rude..” Eric said softly as he clutched the phone in his hand

“Well then make up your mind woman..man..just go for it. Ask her something!” Sunwoo said frustratedly as he shook Eric by his shoulders.

“I will just ask if she is up for a walk..” Eric said as as he started texting her

“We cheered!” Sunwoo said sarcastically as he walked out of the room

💬Y/N ❤️‍🩹

Hi! I was wondering if you wanna take a walk since the weather nice :) sent 4:45 P.M

Shaking his knee nervously Eric bit on his lips as he waited for your reply. Throwing the phone beside him the nervous boy started pacing around the room.

Ting* hearing the notification Eric ran towards his phone to check the message only to groan in annoyance

💬Zomato

Hey! You look lonely. Wanna grab a bite? Quick we have 50% discount for the next one week!

“Now is not the time to play jokes but yes I am lonely..” Eric mumbled as he slid down to sit on the phone when his notification went off again

💬Y/N ❤️‍🩹

Sure! Meet me at my house in 5 :)) received 4:48

Screaming loudly Eric jumped up and down in delight as he ran downstairs where Sunwoo was.

Spotting him in the kitchen looking through the cabinets he ran towards him and hugged him from behind.

“She said yes! We’re meeting in 5 minutes! Oh my god. Do I look okay?” Eric said in panic as he turned Sunwoo around in a swift motion making him dizzy.

“Yes you look alright. Now get out of my house if you don’t wanna be late! Get out..” Sunwoo said as he started pushing Eric out of the house.

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Taking a deep breath in Eric rang the doorbell. Waiting for a few seconds the door opened and Y/N came out. She was wearing a pair of bagging jeans and oversized shirt, yet she managed to look fabulous in that.

“Let’s go?” Y/N asked once she fully closed the door. Nodding both of them started walking towards the park which was near.

“What have you been up to?” Eric asked after a moment of silence. He tried his best to not make his voice shake

“Was just finishing my assignments and stuff. What about you? Did you catch up with all the studies?” Y/N asked as she slowly linked her arms with Eric’s. The boy visibly stiffened upon that gesture as he did not expect her to do that.

Y/N did not fail to notice that. Slowly down Y/N slowly asked “Oh, I am sorry. It’s a habit of mine. I do that with people I am really comfortable and close with..” she said as she started unhooking her arm only for Eric to stop her “No, it’s alright I was just taken aback. Keep it like that…I like it.” Eric said shyly as he looked down trying to hide his red, blushing cheeks.

Reaching the park both of them sat down on the bench as they looked ahead of them. Looking around Eric spotted a ice cream truck not so far from them. Standing up he looked at Y/N and said “Would you like some ice cream? It’s on me..” Eric said as he removed his wallet and waited for her reply.

“Ice cream? I could have some ice cream.” Y/N said while nodding. Grinning Eric and Y/N walked towards the ice cream truck “Which one?” Eric asked as he scanned the board “I will have..butterscotch..” Y/N said as she nodded in confirmation. “Two butterscotch please.”

Getting their order both of them walked back to the bench. Sitting down on the bench they both stared of into space.

“Ah shit..” Eric heard Y/N curse. Looking in her direction he saw that she had spilled some of the ice cream on her clothes. Without saying a word Eric ran to the ice cream truck to get some tissues for her.

Running back towards her he knelt down in front of her as he gently started wiping the spilled ice cream, trying not to get it everywhere.

“Thanks..” Eric heard Y/N say softly. Glancing up at her he froze in his place when he saw their faces so close. Gulping nervously Eric opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

Travelling his lips all over her face they stopped on her cherry pink lips, the way they were slightly parted away from each and just how soft they looked made him just want to lean in and kiss her.

Looking back up in her eyes he noticed Y/N looking at him too. Leaning in Eric spoke up “May I?” He whispered when they were mere inches away. Getting a nod from Y/N Eric wasted no time in attaching their lips.

Pulling away, both of them breathless Eric took a moment before speaking again “Are you free this weekend?” He said slowly as he stood up from the ground.

Nodding her head Y/N linked her arm with Eric’s again as they both started walking away from there.

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“Sunwoo. What do I wear to our date?” Eric asked Sunwoo over the phone as he rummaged through his closet looking for something.

“Eric..for gods sake it’s 3:00 A.M in the morning! Your date is on Saturday. Please let me sleep.” Sunwoo cried from the other side as he groaned in annoyance

“Fine fine. Go to sleep. That’s all you do all day anyways.” Eric grumbled as he cut the call.

Slumping down on the ground, the troubled boy looked at his closet in wonder “I have no clothes to wear..” he exclaimed in distress as he messed up his already messy hair. His thoughts getting all jumbled up as he started overthinking.

Grabbing his phone again he opened his chats

💬Y/N 💗

Are you sleeping? Sent 3:17 A.M

Sending the message Eric started scrolling through their past conversations while smiling like an idiot.

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Nope! What are you doing right now?? Received 3:18 A.M

Nothing much :)) I was just listening to some songs while thinking about you ;) sent 3:19 A.M

Do you have a playlist made for me? Received 3:19 A.M

If I say yes then does that make me sound like a creep or like a lovesick handsome man? Sent 3:20 A.M

I find that cute hehe. By any chance can I get the playlist?? Received 3:20 A.M

Sure! Here

Give my playlist a listen: Serenade❤️‍🩹💗 sent 3:22 A.M

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It was finally Saturday. The day he will go on his first date with you, the he will finally be able to you that he did not want to be just friends, he wanted to be more then that. How he would do absolutely anything for you to be his.

Clearing his throat Eric looked at Sunwoo for confirmation “Do I look like someone who is eligible enough to go on a date with Y/N?” Eric asks nervously as he keeps on fixing the shirt he was wearing.

“You look good enough. I swear to god just go and confess already. At this point the whole neighbourhood knows about your crush. Now come on..show her how much she deserves someone like you..” Sunwoo said as he walked with Eric to the door. Patting his back encouragingly Sunwoo spoke up “All the best and do not disappoint me kid.” Sunwoo said seriously as he shut the door on his face.

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Taking a deep breath in, Eric walked in circles in front of her house. Stopping in the middle, Eric thought over what he was going to say. Finally gathering up the courage he walked towards the door and rang the doorbell.

Taking a deep breath in he clutched his chest when he felt his heart beating fast out of nervousness. When the door opened he stopped breathing when he noticed a older man standing there with a stern expression on his face.

“Eric right? Come in. Let me ask you some questions before you date my daughter.” The man said with a straight face as he let Eric in.

Gulping in nervousness Eric slowly entered the house. Relaxing his stiff lips he tried to look relaxed when in fact he was nervous to death. If he does not calm himself down he was scared that he might fail miserably otherwise. He was afraid that he will mess this one chance up and might even make Y/N’s father hate him.

“Sit down, sit down. I will introduce myself first. I am Jeff. ” The man said as he extended his hand out for a handshake. Immediately shaking his hand Eric introduced himself.

“Eric. Eric Sohn.” Eric introduced himself while sitting down. “Sit down please. I don’t bite.” Jeff said with a small smile already taking a liking to Eric. He motioned Eric to sit down on the couch opposite to him. From the corner of his eyes he saw Y/N standing by the stairs staring at them. Smiling at her nervously Eric diverted his attention back to her father.

“Are you in the same major as Y/N?” Her father asked as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the couch

“Yes sir, I am in the same major as her.”

“Where are you from? Y/N told me that you were transferred.”

“Yes, I transferred from LA.” Eric said with a smile as he relaxed more.

“Do you have a driver’s license, yet?” It was a rather..weird question but he answered it nonetheless.

“I do not have a drivers license yet sir but I assure you that I will drop your daughter off back safely.”

“Okay dad, that’s enough of interrogation. We’re getting late for our date. Eric let’s go.” Y/N said as she came down and held Eric’s hand dragging him outside with her.

“Bring her back before 11 son!” Eric heard Y/N’s father shout. Yelling back a okay both of them walked away.

“Y/N I don’t know about me driving a car in the future but I will surely get along with your father just for you.” Eric said as he kissed her forehead.

“I know you will,” Y/N said with a smile as she leaned against him to give a peck on his cheeks.

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For the bingo: Struggling against the caretaker! If you want a character, Wild or Hyrule?

Also, I feel like the mind torture is a little too mean to throw at Wild with his memory problems…but maybe that just means it’s perfect 👀💀

Here's some Hyrule struggling against his caretakers, Twilight and Warriors. Hyrule might have gotten a little bit poisoned. Just a little 🤏 He's fine though, promise!

~~~

“He won’t stay still!”

No, he bloody well wouldn’t, Hyrule thought weakly, putting all the energy he had into trashing against the restrictive arms holding him. The person behind him grunted but was otherwise unmoved by Hyrule’s efforts.

Hyrule was… confused. He didn’t know what was going on. Racking his brain, he tried to remember what had led up to this moment. Why was he on the ground? Why was he being restrained? Where had he been before he’d found himself in this situation? All of these questions remained unanswered as

He didn’t know what was going on, but he was being restrained, and whatever was happening to him hurt. He needed to get away. He kicked out with his legs, but another pair of hands appeared out of nowhere and easily grabbed hold of his ankles. They held him gently, not needing to use any force to stop his weak attempts at striking out.

Hyrule was growing weaker by the second, and he knew if he didn’t get away soon, he wouldn’t be able to get away

He whimpered softly, unable to keep himself quiet. His throat was burning from the inside out. His lungs too. Making a noise just made it hurt more, so he fell into pitiful silence.

For a moment, he didn't even realize he’d stopped thrashing.

“He stopped fighting!” The voice proclaimed. “That’s good right?”

Another voice sounded from behind him, answering the first. “No, that just means he’s too tired to struggle anymore. Go get the antidote.”

Hyrule couldn’t concentrate on what the voices were saying. His mind kept getting caught up in the fact that they sounded familiar. It sounded like Warriors and Twilight.

That was a funny thought. Hyrule might have laughed if he had the energy to do so. This couldn't be Warriors and Twilight, because they would never hurt him like this.

Distantly he wondered once again where he was, and where the other heroes were, but his capacity for complex thought was quickly slipping away as his head started to pound.

Hyrule’s mouth tasted metallic. Was that blood? He couldn't tell. He swallowed thickly, just in case it was. Despite how it burned traveling down his throat, he didn’t dare spit it out. He couldn’t let his blood touch the ground. He couldn’t remember why, exactly, it was so imperative he did not spill any blood, but he knew it was important. Vitally important.

When Hyrule felt something smooth and cool pressed against his lips, he blinked his eyes open blearily. He hadn’t realized he’d closed them, but that wasn’t important right now.

Hyrule’s field of vision hadn’t been great before, but it was narrowing even further now. The edges of his vision were growing dim, and Hyrule knew he wouldn’t be able to see soon. But he could still see what was directly in front of him.

A gloved hand was pressing a glass bottle filled with disgusting brown sludge.to his lips. The liquid was thick and oozed slowly down the neck of the bottle toward his mouth.

Hyrule pursed his lips, not letting the bottle nudge his mouth open. He didn’t know what was in the bottle, but it couldn't be good. When he tried to turn his face away, he found that his head was being cradled in someone’s hands and held firmly tilted back.

The voices returned, but they were too soft and blurred for Hyrule to make out what they were saying. The whole world was swirling slowly around him.

After a moment, fingers prodded at his mouth, trying to get him to relax his jaw. Instinctively he tried to bite them. If he were any stronger, the person would have lost some fingers. As it was, all he managed was weakly chewing on the intruding appendages. The person pried open his mouth, and Hyrule braced for the inevitable.

Sure enough, the bottle was back and its contents were poured into his mouth. It tastes sour and medicinal. Hyrule choked on the taste of it. He whined, trying to jerk his head out of the hold it was in, but he wasn’t strong enough. All his movement achieved was a painful throbbing in his skull.

He would have tried to spit it out, but the hands seemed to have predicted this and were now forcing his jaw closed. A hand was rubbing firmly at his throat, and Hyrule had no choice but to swallow the bitter liquid.

That proved to be the last thing he could take. His body went limp. He simply had no more fight left in him.

He gave one last pitiful squeak as the world narrowed down to a singular point of light and then winked out of existence. The last thing Hyrule remembered before he fell unconscious was thinking how strange it was that his throat wasn’t hurting anymore.

~~~

Warriors sat back, his muscles slowly relaxing for the first time in hours.

Slowly, he breathed out, trying to manage his adrenaline crash. It was all he could do to go from crouching in front of where the prone form of Hyrule was splayed out in Twilight’s lap, to similarly sprawled on the ground next to them.

It was an undignified position, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

It’d been one hell of a night, that was for certain. And Warriors hadn’t been the one to stay with a delirious Hyrule while the other ran to the nearest apothecary shop for the antidote.

Twilight was watching him cautiously, his eyes asking if it was really over. Warriors waved one of his hands dismissively. “It’s done. He’ll be alright now. It’ll take a while, but… he’ll recover.” Twilight cautiously removed his hands from where they’d been holding Hyrule's head steady. The traveler’s head flopped backwards, landing bonelessly on Twilight’s shoulder.

The boy looked so helpless like this that it pulled on Warriors’ heartstrings.

Lady Hylia help him, but he held a soft spot for children. And although none of the other heroes could be called children- not after all they’d gone through- those who were younger than him had a firm grasp on his heart.

He never wanted to see any of them in pain. Too bad that was unavoidable, given that they were all heroes. Still. It had been hard to witness Hyrule squirming in agony. It’d been even harder to force that potion down his throat.

Thank the goddess that the poison that’s been used on Hyrule was relatively common. Common enough that Warriors could identify it, and common enough that the apothecary knew exactly what antidote had been needed.

If he hadn’t, Hyrule wouldn’t have lasted long enough for them to figure it out.

#Hmmm I wonder why Warriors was able to identify the poison so quickly #Definitely not because he's been dosed with the same poison himself before. No definitely not!1 #Warriors is soft on kids and I stand by this #linked universe #bad things happen bingo #mint’s fanfiction #whump #asks open anon on #Lu fanfiction #lu hyrule #lu warriors #lu twilight #poison #lu hyrule angst

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