#i'm blushing soooo bad .......

[chrisbangs]

"words aren't enough, my diamond who's in front of me, you're too bright i'll end up falling for you, one of a kind masterpiece"

bang chan you are the fucking standard 😭

[vilevampire]

doesn't matter how many times I've seen these episodes I still lose my shit at the jazz and allocer scenes. literally every single time

[strawberrynull]

──౨ৎ ˙💄 ̟ strawberry lip balm

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: niki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff

──Synopsis: After sleeping over Niki's house with some friends the night before, you accidentally left your favorite chapstick behind

──Warnings: cursing, kissing

──A/N: yall this literally took me only one hour

You.

You were the only thing on Nishimura Riki's mind ever since he had found your strawberry lip balm sitting on his bathroom sink.

Last night, you and Jake slept over at Niki's place. The three of you had so much fun playing Mario Kart all night and ordering your favorite foods. Niki had watched you put on that strawberry lip balm at least 20 times last night. You were typically the type to leave things at people's house accidentally but he didn't think you would end up forgetting something so important to you.

Niki layed on his bed, staring at the small lip balm. It was pink and decorated with strawberries and pink lettering. He held it in between his fingers, rolling it to read the label for the hundredth time. He contemplated whether he wanted to show up at your door to give you your lip balm now or wait until you noticed it was gone.

The thought of you putting the lip balm on your plump lips flooded his mind once again. The scene played on repeat until it almost annoyed him. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing in frustration. Sure, he kinda liked you and kinda really wanted to kiss you but you were his friend. And his best friend was best friends with you too. Having the image of your blush tinted lips on his mind all day wasn't making his guilt any better.

He was even more guilty knowing that all he wanted right now was to taste your lips. Now he had your lip balm in his hand. It was an opportunity but would he feel super bad about it after? Absolutely.

Niki opened the cap of the lip balm. It had a red tint like a real strawberry and was a bit shimmery as well. The image of your lips flashed in his mind again. Maybe he would just quickly see how the lip balm smelled... He held the small pink lip balm under his nose. As you would expect, it smelled like artificial strawberries and had a hint of honey too.

The phone buzzed making him flinch, quickly closing the lip balm and tossing it to the side. Grabbing the phone, he read a text from you.

Y/n-ie♡Hey I think I left my lip balm at your house Can I come pick it up?

He immediately began typing back, telling you he had found it and he was at home.

Y/n-ie♡great I'll be over in 5

He sat up, feeling his face begin to heat. You had texted him right as he was smelling your lip balm. He felt like a total creep. Past that feeling, the desire to taste your lips still lingered, making him feel even worse.

Niki layed back down and turned to his side, eyeing the lip balm beside him. The idea of using your lip balm on his own lips popped into his mind. He quickly shook off the idea though. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to get you off his mind.

Not for long though.

He grabbed the lip balm, quickly pulling the cap off. He observed the way the flecks of glitter shimmered as he turned the lip balm. Hesitantly, he brought it up to lips. He swallowed before swiping the pink lip balm across his bottom lip. He frantically put the cap back on and threw it to the side once again. He felt horrible for using your things without your permission.

Niki licked his lips, tasting a mixture of strawberries and honey. Though he still wanted to know how it tasted on your lips.

Then there was a knock at the door. Fuck. 5 minutes had gone by too quickly. He shot up from his bed, grabbed the lip balm, and dashed toward the door. As soon as the door opened, his eyes darted to your lips. Still plump and pink even without your signature lip balm.

Great, way to go Niki.

"Hey Ki. I'm soooo glad you have my lip balm. I was looking for it all morning. I thought I was going crazy." You rambled as he tried his best to avoid looking down at your pretty lips.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Here." He said quickly, reaching out to hand you your lip balm, still avoiding eye contact. He still felt ashamed for what he had done a few seconds earlier.

You took the lip balm from his hand. Just as he was about to turn away you opened your mouth to speak again. "Riki," Shit, his full name. You noticed already. He snapped his gaze toward you. "Did you use my lip balm?"

"No."

"Yes you did. You have glitter on your lips." Fuck. You had caught him. He stood there in silence with a look of shock like a deer in headlights. You just laughed though. He had totally overstepped a boundary and you just laughed at it. "Ki, why'd you use mine? Don't you have like 30 of your own?"

"Well, I-" He stuttered. He didn't know what to tell you. Oh yeah I used your lip balm like a total freak because I wanted to know what your lips taste like. No fucking way he would tell you that.

You raised an eyebrow at him. In addition, you crossed your arms. He could never lie to you when you did that.

"I'm sorry." he started by apologizing. "I wanted to k- to kiss you but you know... friends don't do that. So uh.. I used the lip balm and I'm really sorry. It was weird, sorry." He stuttered, bowing his head to repeatedly apologize. Again, you just laughed. His guilty expression was replaced with a look of confusion.

"You could have just told me, Ki. Here," you pulled open your lip balm and spread it across your lips. "I gotchu."

Before Niki could process what was happening, you had put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in to kiss him. Your lips were so much softer than he could have ever imagined. The taste of strawberries and honey returned to his taste buds but a hundred times better this time. Just one kiss had him feeling dizzy. Subconsciously, he grabbed hold of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"As good as you imagined?" You whispered against his lips. You felt his arms wrap around you fully, hugging you tight against his body.

"Better." He said before pressing his lips onto yours again.

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[nereidprinc3ss]

light of the morning

in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs

It’s late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that you’re dozing on the bed above the covers. 

It takes you a moment to reorient yourself—you’re rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door. 

"Hi."

"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. It’s funny, really. He never gets any better at this. 

You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door. 

"Did I wake you?"

"How could you tell?"

"You’re in pajamas. And you look tired. I mean—you don’t look bad. You never look bad, I just meant… you don’t look tired but you’re not—I didn’t mean to—"

"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "It’s late. We have to be up early tomorrow."

"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."

He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.

You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth. 

"It’s fine. But I don’t know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."

His eyebrows dart up. 

"That’s fine. That’s totally fine. I’ll just, uh—"

When you don’t move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but that’s how he looks in his sleep clothes. There’s a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if he’s not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it. 

"You could… stay, anyway, if you want?"

His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. There’s a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack. 

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you can—"

"No, no! You didn’t, I just don’t want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. I’m right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."

You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety. 

"It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before." And not like you wouldn’t have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.

He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."

It’s incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement. 

"Do you wanna get your stuff, or…"

"No, that’s okay. I’ll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."

You squint, unable to tell if he’s fucking with you or if that’s an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you don’t really care. 

"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to brush my teeth."

Once you’re enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But that’s silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. It’s always been a matter of convenience—less bother if he doesn’t have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when you’re both exhausted. Or maybe that’s just what you’ve been telling yourselves. 

You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and he’s already under the covers, fiddling with his phone. 

"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time to—"

"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you. 

"Spencer."

“Yeah,” he answers immediately. Like he’s even more wired about this whole situation than you are. 

"You know you don’t have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? I’m not a leper."

He looses a nervous laugh. 

"I know. We’ve just never really done this."

You frown at the darkness.

"We’ve definitely slept in the same bed before."

"Yeah, but… this feels different."

That, you can’t argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex? 

Screw it. If there is one thing you don’t want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvet—and find his hand already waiting for yours. 

"I don’t think it’s that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly. 

"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefits…" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesn’t want to shatter it. 

"Can’t argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling you’re doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.

"Can I…"

"Yeah."

Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as you’ve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now. 

He exhales as you settle against each other—a sound of relief that mirrors your own. He’s so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you can’t deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like he’s not even thinking about it. 

"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt. 

"Goodnight," he whispers back. 

You fall asleep pretty quickly after that. 

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It’s unclear what wakes you up—maybe it’s the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, it’s still mostly dark) or maybe it’s the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.

Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache. 

But you’re just friends. 

Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second you’re nervous he’ll pull away. 

"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep. 

"Five."

"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."

"Sometimes waking up early is okay."

His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily you’re paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which you’ve never operated. You don’t know what’s acceptable. You don’t know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, or—

He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and hands—it’s almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt. 

Friends. 

"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."

"I don’t want to go back to sleep."

The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you.  

"No? What do you want?"

Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, it’s your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer. 

The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. What’s a kiss or two when you’ve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while you’re still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People don’t think clearly when they’ve just been asleep.

So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?

Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips. 

"I thought it wasn’t a good night?"

"It’s not night time anymore, is it, genius?"

You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away. 

Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himself—biting his lip to hold back the words. 

"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing. 

"I was just—" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I don’t know if that’s something I should say, or if it would feel too… I don’t know…"

He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesn’t have the words. 

You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And he’s right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you. 

"It’s fine. Thank you."

He continues chewing on his lip for a moment. 

"Did I just ruin the mood?"

"No," you laugh, "not at all."

"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again. 

"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses. 

He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck. 

"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"

"Kind of," you breathe.

"No you don’t," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."

Well, he’s not wrong there. 

You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows it’s low enough to be covered by your clothing later. 

You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you are—how easy it is to get a reaction out of you. 

Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldn’t hear them, but Spencer does. He’s hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you. 

Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum. 

"You’re gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we don’t want to wake him up."

"I’ll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencer’s mouth trails lower until he’s pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders. 

"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs. 

You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. It’s not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 

Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you like—he knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans. 

"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient you’ll get what you want. 

He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and you’re forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you can’t hold back. Spencer keeps it up until you’re practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close. 

"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like this—with him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course. 

He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty. 

You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and you’re losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencer’s tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. There’s really no way of knowing—your ears are ringing anyway. 

When you come to a moment later he’s peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently. 

"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."

You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt. 

You’re the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didn’t even think about. 

"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further. 

"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway. 

"You must have me confused with someone else."

"Doubtful."

You don’t have much time to consider what that could mean before he’s running the head of his cock over your clit and you’re gasping into his mouth, saying please like it’s the only word you know. 

"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once he’s opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, you’re seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"

It’s been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words. 

"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. 

"Relax, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you."

He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. You’re so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he can’t think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you. 

"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation. 

"I know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."

"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way. 

"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."

You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.

"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut. 

"Only for you."

Just three words—but he wasn’t expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes him—one that he’ll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating. 

"Only me?"

You moan an affirmation. 

"Good. I don’t want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"

"Yes!"

"I’m the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. You’re not doing this for anybody else, baby."

"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spence—"

He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 

You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. It’s obvious that your orgasm is close, but you can’t even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing. 

No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same moment—deep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes. 

You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, you’re both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet. 

"You okay?"

All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb. 

"Need your words, angel girl."

"I’m okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing. 

"Yeah? Why so quiet?"

But it seems that at least for the moment, he’s gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter. 

"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"

"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck. 

"You can have…" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."

"An hour."

He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you. 

"I said 48 minutes."

But it doesn’t matter—you’re already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go now—the earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will arise—but how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that he’ll watch over her as she sleeps? No—there’s no way he’s leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, he’s sure. 

[aishabbbb]

You're just so cute!

Part 1 Strawhats x affectionate! reader Can be read as platonic or romantic Synopsis: You love giving out compliments, especially to your crew mates. Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, and Nami

LUFFY

Likes the compliments, especially after Nami berates him.

LOVES compliments on his strength the most, but will beam if you call him smart(since no one else does TT)

Call him pirate king or the greatest pirate and he'll fold immediately.

He is fine with it generally.

Except for being called cute.

Will 1000% pout about it, especially if you call him that in front of Usopp or Chopper cause he wants to be cool yk?

"I'm not cute! What type of pirate is cute!"

Eventually will come around to it begrudgingly(he secretly enjoys it), but will also say it back to you to get you annoyed.

Backfires so bad.

Will try to compliment you back but he kinda sucks.

"You smell like the best meat in the world!"

— Or he is actually very heartfelt and deep out of nowhere

"I love how your eyes dance with the stars."

ZORO

Hates it

Ok he doesn't ACTUALLY hate it, but will act like he does

He will get all fussy about it like "Yeah, whatever." and huff off somewhere.

Will blush anytime you say anything nice about him(all the time) but NEVER lets you see it.

Actually comes to love the attention from you.

ESPECIALLY about his strength and skill.

Call him the best swordsman ever and you MIGHT see him blush since he'll be so off guard. Just might.

Will compliment you back in private, especially if you're dating.

Isn't one to focus on looks when appreciating someone, but will if you just did. Mostly points out your skills.

After some time, he won't feel embarrassed at all and will get a little cocky.

"You are so cool!" "Of course I am."

"Wow Zoro, you are strong." "Just strong? Give me more credit."

HATES if he see's you complimenting Sanji near him.

Brags to him about how cool you say he is.

NAMI

First thinks you compliment her to get out of paying her.

"I'm not going to forgive your debt by sucking up to me."

Once she realizes it's genuine, she changes her attitude.

Feels all giddy inside whenever you say anything sweet about her.

She will smile brightly to you and say thanks whenever you do so.

Doesn't have any compliments she dislikes at all

But she appreciates complimemts on her character a lot more.

Being a (former) theif and conartist makes people have a pre conceived notion of her

So saying she's nice or kind makes her feel very happy.

Will compliment you back a lot.

Mostly on skills and character.

But she does forgive some of your debt because you are kind.

USOPP

Flustered.

He starts stuttering before saying of course!

Tries to stay cool about it but say he is cute or hot and he disappears

With his self esteem, he feels like you don't actually mean what you say.

He WILL ask for assurance if your dating

After realizing you mean it, it will make him feel better about himself

Specifically about his fighting skills

He doesn't think he is that good but you think otherwise

Feels more confident the more you appreciate his talent

Brags about it to everyone

Will uplift you too

Originally to reflect your praise, but later on as actually genuine.

SANJI

Will evaporate

This man gets soooo flustered.

If you thought Usopp was bad, he will redefine the word.

He just can't commute.

Just tries to have any response but ends up babbling.

Honestly, his flusteredness is so cute.

He will get a nosebleed and may faint depending on the type of compliment.

Call him hot or cool and he will get a nosebleed or faint.

Especially if you say he is cool.

But say he is nice—

This man will freeze.

Feels like he doesn't deserve such praise. Especially from you.

Tries to reject the compliment and compliment you back.

"B-b-but Y/N dearest, you are the most kindest, nicest person to EVER grace this earth!"

You never let him reject it.

So he just ends up accepting the praise.

May cry a little sometimes, particularly if you say he is a good person.

Man NEEDS a hug TT

Starts showing off in combat and in general so he can receive praise from you.

Will do something cool and look at you like a puppy until you notice him.

If you don't he pouts off somewhere else.

He will also brag to Zoro about how cool you think he is

[yuri-is-online]

i was just thinking about lovestruck ace, whose eyes always seem to be fixated on you during class, thinking about how cute you look and wondering how soft your hair is.

lovestruck ace, who feels as if he's going to have a heart attack every time you link your arm through his whenever you're walking together. 

lovestruck ace, who has to fight the blush on his cheeks whenever you use your fork to feed him when he wants to taste your lunch. 

lovestruck ace, who forces himself to stay still whenever you accidentally sleep on his shoulder during your hangouts. 

lovestruck ace, who thinks he's so good at hiding how down bad he is for you when, on the contrary, it's soooo obvious to everyone how in love he is with you.

You're just too good to be true//Can't take my eyes off of you

It's because he's bored. That's what he tells himself, that's what he whispers into his hand when he's playing with his magic pen in class, history is pointless and uninteresting but you write down every little thing Trein says like your life depends on it. He half wants your attention to be on him, half wants you to stay on task so he can steal your notes later as payment for keeping him off task all day. It's been driving him crazy just how badly he wants to reach out and touch some part of you, the itch to hold onto you by the back of your jacket or a single lock of hair just to be connected but only leave a ghost of his affection on you.

You'd be like Heaven to touch//I wanna hold you so much

Yet he fumbles when you reach to touch him, stutters about how embarrassing you're being as you walk along to the cafeteria. How he allowed you to pick up the habit of dragging him around is beyond him, his heart wants to give out from embarrassment from the attention everyone shoots his way when you walk with him like this. But he can't let it, he has to stand tall so they know he's in control, that they don't have a chance, that he's the only one you want to hold like this... he hopes.

At long last, love has arrived//And I thank God I'm alive

It happens so quickly he's convinced he doesn't get a chance to be awkward, but the thought of the indirect kiss still stays with him for the rest of the day. He tries not to keep his hand from touching his mouth and thinking thinking about what it would feel like to kiss you for real. He's heard of people describe the taste of a kiss... and he wonders if that's even a thing or if he'd be too caught up in the closeness of you to even notice it.

You're just too good to be true//Can't take my eyes off of you

The movie drones on in the background and Ace has forgotten all about why he wanted to watch it so badly in the first place, it wasn't for this no matter how much Deuce will tease him for it later if he ever catches wind of this. He finds himself matching his breaths with yours, wishing he hadn't left his phone on the side table so he could sneak a picture of you resting peacefully next to him... for blackmail he tells himself. For blackmail...

Now that I've found you, stay//And let me love you, baby

It's an open secret how Ace feels about you. His eyes follow you through every room you enter and linger long after you leave, there's an unspoken respect for your place at his side that no one mentions because they've long accepted the inevitable truth that his little world is spinning on a Yuu shaped axis and all he can do when approached is deny, deny, d e n y for fear of having it used against him in some imaginary contest of ego because of how well he seems to think he's doing. But they know.

Let me love you

Ace just can't take his eyes off of Yuu.

[sillydaydreamrr]

Alastor x bows obsessed!Reader

Tagz: Alastor x reader, established relationship, Gn!reader, reader obsessed with bows, annoyed Alastor, mostly "fluff" ig, occcc!Alastor i think...

Author Note : Bad english, first time writing and posting something i wrote!!! Mostly made this based of the fact that i have a huge obsession on bows those times for no reasons lol—

Hope u enjoy nonetheless, love ya!

Also, 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 = 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, red=alastor, pink = reader

You always were a big fan of bows, Alastor not really.

You were preparing yourself for a group activity Charlie decided to do. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you smiled softly. You had decided to put a small white bow hairclip in your hair. You looked absolutely adorable like this and Alastor couldn't deny that. He was standing behind you, his usual grin turning into a soft, genuine smile that only you had the chance to see. You glanced up at him and you suddenly got an idea. Alastor would look so pretty with a bow hair clip!

He saw your expression, one he knew too well, and tilted his head. “I think my little doe has an idea. Am I wrong?” He asked with a soft, teasing tone. You chuckled and nodded eagerly “Can I put a bow on your hair? Pleasee?” you begged while giving him your best doe eyes. His smile turned into a tight, annoyed grin and he glanced at all the different bows that were laying on your dressing table. “I'm afraid not. I'm not really fond of your little..bow things.” “You mean hairclips? But! You'd look so good with one! Please?”

After some more minutes of this back and forth, Alastor finally gave in. He sat on your shared bed and let you put the bow on his hair. You squealed eagerly as you put the pink bow hairclip in his soft red hair, just under his fluffy deer ear, which made it twitch slightly. You giggled and admired him. “You look so so so soooo cute!!! I knew it would look good on you!”. He blushed slightly at the compliments but didn't show it. He tried putting on an annoyed facade, he didn't want you to know he actually enjoyed wearing the hairclip. But of course you knew him too well and immediately noticed. “Ooh? Is Mr.I hate hairclips actually..enjoying wearing it?~” you teased him, which in return made his smile turn to an annoyed and embarrassed one. His right eye twitched slightly and he glared down at you. “Of course not. I could never love such…things.” “You're such a bad liar, my love.”. You smirked at him as he groaned and rolled his eyes “Fine, i..i quite like wearing those stupid haieclips things.”. You giggled and kissed his cheek before helping him to his feet by holding his hand and you left the room without giving him much of a choice.

As you two made your way down the stairs and to the rest of the gang, they all looked bewildered. Why was Alastor, the Radio Demon, wearing a pink bow hairclip!? You stopped and looked at them, confused. “Are you okay guys?”

“U-uh yeah…” Charlie answered, still a bit shocked about seeing Alastor wearing the bow. Angel smirked and glanced at the Radio Demon “Guess little y/n managed to convince Smiles to put that cute little bow, huh?”. You chuckled softly before replying in a teasing tone “He looks so cute like that, doesn't he?~” Everyone, well almost everyone laughed and giggled as you smiled proudly. Alastor glared at you, bending down and whispering in your ear, his static noises slightly louder “I swear, i'll make you regret humiliating me this way.”

[belphieslilcow]

how would the brothers tell Mc that theyre close, or that theyre about to yknow. bust. and could we get a bonus part for simeon, too? if thats alright /heart hearts

anon you have me DEEPEST apologies for taking god knows how long to start writing this, i feel nothing but SHAME and TORMENT (i don't) but i hope it's good for you!! =w=

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🔞 Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good

(aka how the demon bros + simeon act when they're about to cum)

Lucifer

i don't imagine him as the type to very verbally say hes cumming, more so in his behaviors like his breath quickening and his grip tightening on them, he'll still say it but he's not as vulgar as some of the rest

"I'm close... Mc.... " followed by a deep moan is what it's like!!

Mammon

oh he's VERY vocal about it!! they'll know he's cumming for sure... as well as everyone in the house

he's very whiny when he cums, his o face is like kinda scrunchy too

he basically very loudly exclaims, "I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUM- HAAAHHH....."

Leviathan

i think levi has trouble letting them know tbh

like he gets so caught up in the pleasure and his moaning that he kinda forgets so it's like a surprise cumshot (or two if you're a chad and believe in hemipenis levi)

when he does say anything, it's very much like a hentai "Uwahh!! I-I'm gonna... ahh!! You're gonna make me c-cum!!~"

Satan

he wants to be like his romance novels soooo bad, but he pants and blushes too hard to think about trying to keep an appearance

i think he's pretty normal about it, moans out that he's gonna cum, but physically he looks like a mess and that's the best part <3

Asmodeus

oh so overdramatic about it, not even to try and play up anything, he's just genuinely getting fucked silly, one of the only guys to be able to pull off an ahegao face fr

"Mc!! You're making me feel sooo good... mhmnn~ at thi- this rate you're gonna make me cum too soon~"

Beelzebub

another one that's pretty quiet most of the time!! he tries to not make much noise during sex stuff, mainly grunts and groans and some quiet lil "i love you" near their ear, pretty simple when he cums, just kinda lets out a low groan as he tells them he's cumming

heh but notice how i said MOST of the time =w=

when he knows they have the house to themselves and he let's himself get lost in the pleasure? oh he can get Loud and that extends to him gripping the sheets for dear life as he thrusts with reckless abandon (either in mc or in the air/on the bed whatever they're doin)

Belphegor

belphie doesn't care about his volume during sex, but when he's cumming it's a different story, he'll try and muffle himself the best he can, usually by smushing his face in a pillow or mc's shoulder, he'll also use his famous iron grip to squeeze and cling to them if the position allows it

Simeon

he's kinda similar to levi in that he can get lose in the pleasure and kinda Forget that it's polite to warn your partner, he's SO sorry afterwards when he forgets

otherwise when he remembers to he's like levi in that he'll be kinda dramatic about it, but his is less about being a pervert who watched and reads hentai and more he's the girl getting her brains blown out

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

[percyluvr]

leo valdez x reader summary: you kiss leo for the first time to shut him up wc: 389

Today was one of those lazy days at Camp Half-Blood, and you were taking full advantage of this by hanging out in the Hephaestus cabin with Leo. The two of you were cuddled up on his bed, which some of your friends found slightly weird seeing as the two of you claimed only to be friends, but you didn't care. You were always cold, and Leo was basically a human heater, so you were always wanting to be near him. Simple as that, there was definitely no other reason that you always wanted to be near him, that'd be crazy. 

Leo was currently rambling on and on about some new project he was working on, and all you could think about was how mesmerizing he was. You knew he was your best friend, but you couldn't help but notice small things about him that made your not-so-secret crush on him grow a million times bigger.

"Are you even listening to anything I'm saying?" Leo asks, breaking you out of your definitely-not-weird daydreaming about him.

"Um, obviously! What kind of best friend would I be not to listen to my handsome best friend's very interesting ramblings," you reply, not noticing exactly what you were saying until it was too late.

Before you could even try to save yourself from the embarrassment, you saw the growing grin on his face and knew you were done for. 

"Ooh! You think I'm handsome! You think I'm soooo handsome and you wanna kiss meeee," he says in a sing-song voice.

"I do not!" You try to argue, but the blush on your face gives you away completely.

"You sooo do. You wanna kiss me soo bad and it's so obvious! You love meee-" he continues on, but is interrupted by the feeling of your soft lips on his, effectively shutting him up.

When he doesn't kiss you back, you get embarrassed and try to move away from him. "I'm so sorry I-,"

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?" He interrupts, a stupid grin gracing his stupid handsome features.

"No."

"You sooo did," he teases, before pulling you back and bringing his lips to yours.

When the kiss is over, he's smiling like a crazy person.

"That was so worth the wait," he says before kissing you over and over.

[sunoosets]

NGL, baby fever has me bad these days....

Imagining hard!Dom Jake sharing you, his pregnant wife, with soft!Dom Heeseung. They're both so gentle with your little bump while being soooo damn naughty with you. Taking turns filling you up with cum because you begged them for it.

🫨🥵🤬🤯😈

this one took a while, but i think i'm happy w the result😋 i hope u guys like it<3

His fingers slid, excruciatingly slow, across the supple lines of your jaw. Clenched tightly, you hummed between his touch. “Y/n…” The man left the pads of his fingers to rest. Set gently on your dampened cheek. A thumb swiped left, and caught a tear headed south. Jake smirked, as you assumed, pressing you further between his legs. Holding you against his thick thighs, and stabilising your shaking, pleasure-filled figure. “Do you like this?” He questioned lowly. Two fingers curled, softly, around the obscuring strands of your hair. He pushed them back and lowered his lips to your ear. “You’re going to be such a pretty mommy..”

“Jake.” You went to whine, but the annoyance was cut short by an intruding moan. A sigh of pleasure, as his best friend fucked his wife. Heeseung groaned, pressing his pretty lips into a line. Focus adorned his blurred, corrupted gaze. His brows cramped further as he took your hips between his fingers. Rough, large hands greeting your soft, warm skin. You admired him, as a friend. Though couldn’t deny the way your body betrayed your dear husband and gave in to Heeseung’s thick cock. It was dirty. You shivered when his tip pressed against your sensitive entrance, and nearly came when you felt the pulse of his entire length, rubbing along your insides. Between fleshy, encasing walls, which tightened. Clenched around him. Urging him deeper.

Your legs shook. The covers teased beneath the three of you. Messy, the air was. Tainted with pleasure, and arousal. Jake sighed, fingers slipping. He took your shoulders and pulled you near to his beating chest. Warmth radiated but wasn’t enough to distract you from his aching boner. A taunting bulge, pressed softly along your mid-back. If you lifted your chin, rolled your eyes back. You could have caught sight of him. Your husband, with his pleasured face. His sweat-ridden hair, and his lowered jaw. Those plump, wet lips you needed, desperately, between your legs, or at least, sucking along your pulsing throat. You whined, needily. Raising your hips as Heeseung thrust into you. You rolled over his length, arching your back in hopes to feel his dick fit into every space. Slide over that very crevice Jake could hit with each rut. He was so perfect. Filling you so easily, as if you were made to be wrapped around him. To be filled to the brim by him, to be claimed, fucked until swollen. You were made to take in his cum.

You believed he had similar, or equal beliefs, and so letting his friend fill you with his, undeniably gorgeous wet cock, was a surprise.

“Fuck, she feels too good.” Hee sighed, grunting when he pushed in, yet again. The sounds were crude, and the gasps were cruder. Jake smiled, grin stretching. “Doesn’t she?” He chuckled beneath his breath, cock twitching within his pants.

You dropped your head to the side, lashes fluttering to hide your eyes. Flusterment, in the form of a brightened blush crept along your cheeks. They were rosy, and heated when Jake’s palms gripped them. Either side of your face. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and pulled your fragile face upward. “Darling, don’t be rude.” He smiled, teasingly. “Look at Heeseung.” He ordered, and you obeyed. Darkened eyes lingering over, and then falling on Heeseung’s shining visage. The sweat glistened beneath these lights, and his hair was strung over his eyes, sticking to his furrowed brows. His lips were parted, letting slip heavy sighs, and soft grunts. “Good girl.” He spoke softly. Fingers switching from a clutch on your hips, to rubbing gentle, smooth circles along your sides, and then across the small bump which held yours and Jake’s baby. “You’re taking me so well.”

You whimpered in return. All syllables you wanted to say, trapped in the draught of your narrow throat. Jake still had his hold on your jaw. When Heeseung’s hips began snapping, jutting forward sloppily. When his cock twitched, and he threw back his head. Allowing a guttural moan to grace his throat. Jake’s fingers touched your lower chin and raised you backward. Your eyes averted, timidity overwhelming you. You were so near. Clenching hard as your stomach flipped and the knot within you was threatening to snap. “Look at me, baby.” He smiled, but his eyes were dark. You swallowed. “Can I see you cum?” He questioned, though there was a fine line between the words being rhetorical, as his lips curved into a smirk. “I thought you wanted my eyes on Hee.” You spoke back, between inhales of air and suppressed moans. Jake smirked harsher. “I want your eyes on me now. It’s my turn next.” He reminded, tongue leaving his mouth to swipe his lips before his teeth dug into them.

You moaned, head resting back, nestling between his legs as you obeyed your husband. Eyes set on his, while your lips were split by moan, after moan. He watched you reach your high, and then cum on his friend’s cock. Who, in return, filled you with his own salty pleasure. Heeseung grunted. Palm settled on your raised stomach. “Fuck, yes.” He sighed.

Your eyes rolled, and Jake let his tongue travel the length of his inner cheek. Poking it while his cock poked you. Becoming harder when your face dropped into one of immense pleasure. “Shit, Y/n.” He cursed, feeling himself twitch.

Your chest was heaving. Heeseung let his hand glide above the rising bump. “You were so good for me.” He praised, and sent you a warm, enticing smile. Small, but enough to light your stomach, which released an array of butterflies. Jake pressed his lips into your hair. Kissing you softly. “Are you ready?” He whispered, smirking against your teased locks. You were catching your breath, practically chasing after it. Swallowing dryly and inhaling sharply. Jake and Heeseung switched positions. With Heeseung handling you so softly. Light fingers edging down your sides and shuffling you backward. You felt yourself press against his ribs. His chest, still rising, and falling. He was warm, and instead of clutching you with authoritative palms, he held you. His hands were loose, and arms were wrapped around you, crossed over your chest. “Did you like that?” He whispered. Hot breath hitting your cheek. You lowered your head. Nodding at his question. You loved it, but admitting so would feel odd when your husband was now rested between your legs. Palms firmly placed either side, on each thigh. Holding them spread, so his free cock could find its place inside of you. Heeseung appeared to like the scene before him. His breath returned to your cheek as he spoke once more. A certain tone within his words. “Should I ask Jake if we could do this again some time?”

“I’d like that.” You returned. Your voice, finally stable. Heeseung smiled, pride surfacing as it stretched, and he pulled back. Arms tightening around you. “Me too.”

You were close to a second reply. However, you were cut off by an abrupt moan, which belonged to none other than yourself. It was high-pitched, strong. Not to mention loud. Jake laughed, perfect teeth appearing as his tongue resumed poking his inner cheek. His eyes were trained on your form, and then dipped toward his hard, leaking cock. Stained with a pre-cum he then spread along your folds. Slipping between them. Teasing your overwhelmed clit. You moaned harshly. Throat somewhat sore. “Mm, I bet you liked being filled by Heeseung, huh?” Jake grunted, still smiling in pleasure when his tip was swallowed into your warmth. He rubbed you. Gentle rocks, and then, before you could even inhale, he pushed his throbbing length inside. Letting it squeeze between your convulsing walls and brush the deepest parts of you. He groaned, brows furrowing. “Shit, you were made for my cock.” He breathed deeply. Fingers digging harshly against the flesh of your waist. “You look so good.” His eyes fluttered, and he set his upper teeth into his lower lip. “Especially with my baby inside of you.”

“They’re gonna be lucky to have such a pretty mom.” Jake pushed on. Thrusts picking up the pace as he slammed his cock into you. One palm slipped from your waist and trailed along the bump. He was soft. A contrast to how rough he was going with his cock. Fucking you desperately, as if he were never going to feel you wrapped around him again. Sucking him into you. Letting him drag his length in, and then out. Deep strokes through your insides. Fast and needy, with each moan you let slip in return to his compliments.

Your pussy had been fucked so hard, it wasn’t long before the knot returned. Begging to burst. In desperation, you moaned out. Raising to meet his cock. “Jake, Jake.” You chanted. “Mm, want your cum..”

Your words were slurred, as your head fell back. Heeseung’s palms gently took to massaging your shoulders. Every muscle was relaxing, apart from the tense feeling amidst your stomach. “So needy for my cum.” Jake smiled. “You’re already pregnant.”

It was teasing, but then his smile faded, and his teeth returned. Settling into his lip. “I would get you pregnant over, and over again.” He panted, thrusts fast and sloppy. Shaking both your figure and the bedframe. His cock slid, slamming into you as his own high chased him. “I love giving you my cum.” He sighed shakily. Before snapping his hips forward, pressing his cock between your walls. His face fell into one of pleasure. Thick lips parted, jaw lowered. Eyes, dazed. The contortion made it clear he was close to cumming, as well as the twitch you felt within you. You wrapped harder. Clenching until Jake was grunting, struggling, almost, to push deeper.

"Jake, please cum." You spoke, breath heavy. Jake, as if on queue, squeezed your thighs, and then buried his cock deep inside of you to fill you with his warm load. A guttural groan and he was shooting his mess inside of you. Spreading his cum between your thick walls.

You cried at the sensation. The knot snapping as you came around his pretty cock. Creating an even more crude sound when he tried to drag his cock through the mixture of your arousal.

Jake sighed. Shoulders lifting, and then falling. Relaxing, along with the abrupt end to his high. You were a mess. Panting. Lips wet, hair tousled. Heeseung pulled at the loose strands, gently folding them behind your ears. "Round two?" Your husband smirked. His lip curving upward while his chest still rose. An out of breath expression lining his features. "We could take turns filling you with our cum all night, if that's what you want, princess?"

How could you say no?🤭

[writingdisposal]

Vox is soooo fucking hot dude

Vox as a regular romantic interest is pretty bad already, but as a yandere? He is insufferable. Of course, he will keep an eye on you wherever you go, even before you really meet him. I don't think Vox would use his powers to achieve his goal of pursuing you. It seems more that he would use it as a "last-didge" effort to secure you, but for that to occur Vox would have to be incompetent. He is anything but that.

You will fall for his charisma, his smooth voice that is so addicting to listen to, especially when he compliments you so well every chance he gets. Vox will make sure, whatever you see of him is nothing, but absolute perfection. Any show you watch starring him will be subtly be about how good of a partner he would be. A cook show where Vox creates your favourite meals. Another show talking about famous celebrities' relationships where Vox occasionally sprinkles in a "I don't know about you folks, but I can't imagine doing something like that!" when the relationship has some sort of drama to it.

I also imagine he would force some sort of meeting, assuming there is zero connection he and the other Vees have to you. Maybe he will make some low-life try robbing you and the 'oh-so' charming TV host Hell can't get enough of is there to save you. Maybe he just 'randomly' finds you sleeping in some alleyway, down on your luck, and he graciously offers you a job at his company. Or maybe he does an interview on Hell's population to see what their opinion is on the newest Voxtech.

Either way this man will find a way and have you fall for him. For the first few months he will even act the part of a loving and supportive partner. Over time though, Vox will change.

As usual Vox was monitoring the viewing charts as well as the money generated from the shows. Even though he was focused, he heard the elevator bringing someone up. No need to look, Vox knew who wanted to visit. "Hello babe," he said, still tapping away on the keyboard, "missed me that much, heh?" Giggling you hugged him from behind, "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" "No, you can't," Vox turned to you, kissing up your arm, "Mind helping me out a little here? I'm really tensed up and need some relaxing." You blush, pushing him back a little.

You wanted to tell him no, but he pulled you back with enough force to make you fall on his chair. He kissed your cheek. "Come on sweetheart, I've always been so good to you," Vox reminded you, static echoes scratchng his voice, "You should be more loving, you know." He was right. He was always so sweet to you and its time to repay the kindness. Even though it doesn't feel right, you will give in. You always will until it feels normal.

Once he knows you won't leave anymore, Vox will have outbursts in front of you. And because you are so used to his hot and cold attitude, you will find a weird mix of fear and attractiveness in his screams. Especially outbursts involving Alastor will be scary. Sometimes Vox forgets the position he is in and get rough with you. Of course, in instances like these he will apologise afterwards, but that might be the only times where the picture had so carefully painted crumbles.

If you ever decide to leave, Vox will know and put measurements to prevent it. It will be relatively successful, but once you're gone, Vox uses every available resource to secure you back. He will call everything just regular quarrel between lovers. The only sanctuary you might find is in the Hazbin Hotel, but this will lead to a smear campaign by Vox, so your stay is going to be questioned frequently.

Your chances of getting away from Vox are low and he will make sure, you realise he will forever be the better option in this godforsaken place, so be sweet and go to him willingly before he forces you to go.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi!! I recently read your works, they're soooo good!! I loved the ateez ones!!!

Also idk if you're taking requests rn or not but like omg, the tiktok dance trend for Fantasize, yk that? Damn my feed has been filled with that and that only 😭😭and I wanna do it soooo bad and like surprise someone with it but like I'm single af so I can only rely on an ateez reaction 😭😭 so here I am, requesting you to do an ateez reaction when their s/o dances to fantasize Infront of them :')

Ateez’ reaction to their s/o dancing in front of them.

genre! Romance; fluff

warnings! None (i don’t think)

description! The members of Ateez reaction to you (their s/o) dancing in front of them for the first time

a/n: I’m so sorry this was so late, it was cute!! Since it was so late I just made it “dancing in front of their s/o” but it could be with any dance of your choice, no specifics!

Hongjoong: He is surprised but also proud? He thinks you look amazing as you’re dancing and can’t show any other reaction other then his jaw completely dropped to the floor. “Where did you learn this dance? Can you teach me now?”

Seonghwa: He immediately blushes when you start to dance. He’s stuck in a trance honestly. You look so good and he can’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. He’ll probs just stare at you like he’s seen a ghost until he finally tells you how amazing your dance was.

Yunho: The biggest smile appears on his face. As a dancing machine himself- he’s so freakin proud to see his pretty s/o dancing so nicely. Let’s not forget how attractive he thinks it is too. Like he’s drooling at your dance, almost. He’ll give you a big ole kiss afterwards.

Yeosang: Gives you the prettiest smile a guy can give. He really thinks you super cool and sexy. The way your body moves so easily is honestly breathtaking. Afterwards he’ll ask you to do the dance with him but he’s just saying that so he can see you dance again.

San: He probably knows the dance tbh and might just start dancing with you LOL. For real though, he would think you look so sexy doing that dance. You make him want to kiss you all over until you know how good of a dancer you are. It’s honestly just super cute to him.

Wooyoung: He stares at you like a weirdo, watching your body move in all different ways. He can’t help but feel some type of way. He gets the biggest butterflies at then end, when you finish. When you ask him how it was all he can say was, “Do the dance for me again please prince/princess”

Mingi: He randomly gets really shy x. Like it just makes him realize that his s/o is perfect. To him at least. I mean, You can dance, and you’ve gotta perfect personality. What more can he ask for. He gets really happy and excited and his reaction makes your heart flutter for sure.

Jongho: He feels very content watching you dance. You really wanted to show him this dance so he makes sure to watch very attentively, but he just feels so good. I can definitely see him looking like a proud mother while watching you lol 😭 Def proud but he also thinks you’re so prettyyyyy

Hope you enjoyed! If you liked this, make sure to like or reblog!

[filmbyjy]

enhypen reaction to accidentally hitting their s/o's boob? btw i love your writings very much 👍👍❤️

a/n: aww thank you for loving my writings🫶🏻 but anyways! this is gonna be crack and i’m so sorry😵‍💫

WARNINGS: sex is mention but like no smut duh. it’s used in a more crack way.

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enhypen reacts to: accidentally hitting their s/o’s boobs

| LEE HEESEUNG

I feel like there is two ways heeseung can react…

one: he is a dork

he is going to be soooo shy

like *smack* and he stays frozen in his seat

“uh hehe.” is all he manages to say

seriously he is so adorable :(

but like obviously he apologises like he hit the tiddies, it’s a pretty sensitive area you know

also blushes profusely bc baby shy shy

two: the shit head

smirks after hitting the boobs

like boy, I swear to god

he might just nonchalantly say, "it's mine to touch anyways."

BOY

EXCUSE YOU??

| PARK JONGSEONG

definitely going to apologise

gentleman as fuck

*smack*

"oh sorry babe."

you can't even be mad at him :(

"it's alright, jongseong ^_^."

anything for you my king😍

i'm sorry, the jay biased is showing

okay but i do think at times though he hits your boobs accidentally, he may smirk

just a teeny tiny smirk

i'd say jay has a preference for boobs but he ain't picky. he likes ass too. too much?

he does like laying on your chest though. no matter the size of your boobs.

overall, he doesn’t think dirty at all. he just apologises.

| SIM JAEYUN

overall, jake is a gentleman

like ignore the red flags he exhibits during concerts

he is truly a gentleman

so he is like heeseung a little

for one part, he will 100% apologise bc he feels bad

and besides it hurts

“oh, sorry babe.”

the other part however…

“soft tiddies.”

like? why?

I mean sure since you are his girlfriend, he technically can touch it. only if you are comfortable

but like?? it’s so random how he blurts it out after hitting it on accident

| PARK SUNGHOON

being the dork he is

i’d say he’d act the same like jake

sure, he is shy

but that persona appears only if you just started dating him

*blushes* “I am so sorry, princess.”

see he is sweet

but oh lord, catch him 1 year later and you bet he doesn’t apologise for shit

“whoops.”

it’s all he says before continuing about his day

that is until he comments on it

“oh right, I hit your boobs. did it hurt? oh, it did? sorry. however, you did say during sex you liked to be roughly manhandled. I thought the pain would be over the top. I’ve done worse. you couldn’t walk the next d-”

bro what has that got to do with hitting your boobs😀

you just rolled your eyes and walked away from him bc boy what the hell

| KIM SUNOO

he will apologise

i’m sorry if you were expecting something big

but this man is too sweet

he wouldn’t harm a single fly

okay maybe bugs he would harm but he wouldn’t harm you

he loves you so he isn’t just gonna fly pass that he hit your boobs

“OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY. DOES IT HURT??”

okay maybe too worried

| YANG JUNGWON

he will blush

he didn’t mean to hit it

like he was talking about his day while being pretty expressive with his gestures

and then…

*smack*

he looks at you with widened eyes, his cheeks turning red and shit

“sorry.”

then he looks away shyly

aww :(( he looked too cute that you just brushed the pain off

“no it’s okay, won. it was barely a hit, I didn’t feel anything.”

which was a lie bc goddamn it was a hard smack

but anything for jungwon🧎🏻‍♀️

| NISHIMURA RIKI

since ni-ki is a child

he didn’t mean to smack it

he probably just was so into his game that he shoves you and accidentally hit your boobs

you of course groaned in pain

bc goddamn that was a hard shove

“ni-ki! YOU SMACKED MY BOOBS.”

stares at you. trying to think if he actually did

when realises he did it on accident, he blushes.

“sorry. I didn’t realise.”

he apologised which is great

until he does it again and you are definitely tackling him to the ground and play fighting him

“YOU HIT MY TITS AGAIN, NISHIMURA.”

“IT WASN’T ON PURPOSE, BABE. I WAS JUST SHOVING YOU SO YOU COULD LOSE!”

[timeslugarts]

Hello! I love your writing!! Can I request Lucifer X Reader where the reader is a sinner that was originally from the Arctic (say, Alaska)? And the reader is lowkey suffering from the heat of hell? Sorry it’s so specific but this has been on my mind since I watched Hazbin hotel xd-

(Can I be ❤️‍🔥 anon? Is that taken?)

Hi anon!! I'm sorry this took so long, but like work and regular adult life and blah blah blah. I really hope you enjoy it!!

❤️‍🔥 READER X LUCIFER

When the two of you had arrived home from a late night gala, Lucifer immediately knew what was coming. 

He chuckled

Without hesitation, as soon as the front door closed behind you, you had begun stripping down to the bare essentials. In nothing but your underwear to relieve yourself of this blasted heat.

Ever since "moving" to Hell life has been somewhat miserable, if only because you weren't used to this temperature! Any chance you got, you would immediately shimmy out of all your clothes and lay starfished out on the floor.

Lucifer thought it was adorable. He felt bad of course, but there was only so much he could do considering you guys were in Hell. 

If guests ever decided to come over he had to make sure you knew, if not it could lead to come fairly embarrassing situations. Charlie was a blushing mess when she accidentally walked in on you sprawled on the couch. 

"Luciiiii." You leaned on him, bare chest pressing into his back. "It's soooo hot today." 

You were making it very hard to focus on his work. "My dear, if you keep this up it's only going to get hotter." He spoke softly, eyes lidded, but the grin on his face was unmistakable.

"It's too hot for that." You rolled your eyes and stretched across the guest chair on the opposite side of his desk. Making very sure none of your limbs were touching each other. 

Lucifer pouted. "I can't believe you'd deny the King of Hell his desires?" 

"Maybe when the King of Hell learns to turn the AC down, then he can get his desires." Sarcasm dripping from your voice. If you could roll your eyes any harder you would. 

"Well if that's the case-" Lucifer said leaning down to one side of his desk. 

You heard him rifling through his bottom drawer for something, which peaked your curiosity. You leaned forward a little to get a better look.

"I WAS gonna wait for your birthday, but it seems someone's a little impatient… ah there it is." Lucifer pulled out a small light blue rubber duck, it almost made you laugh if you didn't know the man handing you the seemingly innocuous duck.

You gently took from his hands and gasped immediately as your fingers brushed against it. 

Lucifer was grinning like mad. He so liked to give presents, especially when he knew you were going to love it. 

The duck was cool, almost icy to the touch. It felt great against your burning skin, you smiled up at Lucifer, eyes soft as you looked at the thoughtful man. 

"But wait, there's more!" He leaned forward and pressed a small button on the duck's head. Its mouth opened up and a small fan started blowing air from its beak. You giggled.

"Luci this is incredible!" You were mesmerized by this little duck, who would've thought that Lucifer Morningstar, damner of humanity, was the most thoughtful person you've ever met?

"Hold on." He laughed, taking your hand holding the duck into his own. He shook it gently. The duck started to snow, it was like a snow globe, but on the outside. You were enraptured. The soft snowflakes drifted from the small toy, vanishing into the space around it. 

"Lucifer, this is absolutely beautiful." You beamed and he returned your smile, pleased that you liked his little gift.

You swiftly removed yourself from your chair and crashed your body into his. He chuckled heartily as your arm encircled his neck. His own hands coming up to rest gently on your hips. 

"Maybe a little heat isn't such a bad thing." You said with a sly smile. 

"Oh?" A devilish smirk soon took over his own face as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Soooo I know you don’t write aged up Netayam but what about maybe Neteyam’s (18+) girlfriend that he just broke up with and Jake can finally make his move on her after longing for her? I love a “your dad will do” scenario ❤️

NONNIE OMFG YOU GOT ME PURRING

THE WAY I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA—

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Jake feels for his son. He truly, truly does. He knows that it can't be easy for Neteyam to handle the break up since he clearly liked you so much. But part of Jake is just too human. Too selfish, too greedy, too opportunistic to let the chance slip away.

He's had his eye on you for a while. Before Neteyam did. He's had a thing for you, a young, naive girl only in her early twenties. He just never brought himself to doing anything about it.

And then, when you and Neteyam had gotten together, Jake had been a little resented, a little upset, but he knew there was nothing left to do.

But now...

You and Neteyam had broken up. It was over. Jake was free to make a move on you.

He finds you deep in the forest, simply spending your time surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere of the nature around you.

When you hear him approach, you turn to look at him, eyes growing wide. You spring to your feet, tail swishing nervously as you greet, “Mr. Sully.” You sign I See you and ask, “How can I help you?”

Jake chuckles softly. “Relax, kid. I'm not here for anything. Just wanna talk.”

You sit down, nodding, looking anxious. He sits beside you, his amber eyes watching you closely.

“Is this about Neteyam?” you question quietly.

“If you want it to be,” he responds easily.

You nod gently. “I'm sorry if I've caused him pain, or-or anger or anything like that,” you start. “I just...I couldn't be with him anymore.”

“Okay.”

You swallow, your nerves getting the best of you. You can't believe you're about to do this, can't believe how bold you are.

You can't help it. You really can't. You'd liked Neteyam, truly, but as time wore on, you realized that Jake caught your attention more than his son did. Somewhere along your relationship, you ended up preferring Jake over Neteyam. And no matter how bad you tried to pretend that Neteyam was Jake, it just didn't cut it for you.

“Mr. Sully, I...I became attracted to someone else while I was with your son,” you admit, your ears folding back against your head. “That's why I couldn't be with him.”

After a moment of silence, Jake places his huge hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing the soft stripes on your flesh. Goosebumps form on your skin and you shudder gently. Jake smirks slightly.

“You know you can tell me anything, kid,” he says. “You can trust me. It's okay.”

You swallow down your nerves. “Mr. Sully, I—”

“Jake, kid,” he corrects. “You can just call me Jake.”

You can feel yourself blushing slightly. “Jake, I...” You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “I left Neteyam because I...I prefer you.”

Your eyes dart away from his, staring at your lap. Your heart is racing in your chest, your ears ringing. You feel a little nauseous and you're trembling slightly.

Jake raises an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised, and his tail swishes behind him, excited. “Me?” he asks, grinning cockily. You've just boosted his already-inflated ego, and you've gotten him in the mood to tease you.

You nod, shy. “I guess I just...felt more attracted to you than to your son, and I knew I couldn't be with him.”

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Neteyam wasn't enough for you, angel?”

You try to read the expression in his eyes, but it's impossible. You shake your head, biting your lower lip, uneasy.

He chuckles. “You just needed an older man, hm? Little miss daddy issues, yeah?”

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed and a little foolish, but say nothing.

Jake keeps pushing it. “You just want someone to take care of you, don't you, honey?” he coos, pulling you to him, encouraging you onto his lap. “Just want someone t'guide you and protect you, hm?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, your eyes wide, your heart racing. Jake's gaze is thick and predatory. It sends shivers through you and makes you shudder on top of him.

His cock twitches, springing to attention, and you gasp quietly when you feel it poke between your thighs.

Jake smiles. “Y'see what y'do to me, girl?” He inches his lips toward your neck, his mouth ghosting your skin as he says, “You feel how bad I want you?”

You nod gently. “I do,” you say quietly.

“You think you can fix it?” he questions. “Help me out, yeah?”

You swallow, nervous. “Okay.”

Jake kisses your neck, dragging his teeth over your pulse. “Did Neteyam ever teach you that?” he asks. “He teach you to help out with a hard-on?”

Your mouth runs dry, your pussy growing wet. “N-no, sir.”

Jake groans lowly. On top of the fact that he's stealing you from his son, he's going to corrupt you. Jesus, he's a horrible fucking influence. And yet, he can't keep himself away from you. He knows he should. He just can't.

Jake lifts you to your feet before standing in front of you. He towers over you, dwarfing you. He's enormous, broad chested, tall, and the sensation of him being so much larger has your tail swinging side to side, delighted.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” he says, and you're quick to obey. He grabs your chin in one of his hands, crudely running his thumb over your lower lip. He pulls it down before releasing it, his eyes trained on the soft flesh. He slides his thumb into your mouth, and you open up. He presses the digit down on your tongue and you just look up at him, eyes big and innocent, curious as they watch him.

He smiles down at you. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he questions, pulling his thumb out of your mouth.

“Yes, sir,” you reply. You can feel a heat spreading between your legs, growing wet and slick.

He undoes his loincloth, his eyes never leaving yours. When he discards the item to the ground, your gaze falls to his cock. Your eyes almost glow at the sight. He's long and thick, a prominent vein running up his underside. The tip is a dark blue, precum glistening on the head.

“Can I...can I touch it?” you question, glancing up at him.

“Go ahead,” Jake says.

You run your fingers over his length, tracing the vein, and he groans softly. You wrap your hand around him, softly jerking him, watching his reaction.

Jake's ears fold back to his head, his eyes darkening with lust. He licks his lips as he watches you lean in, your pretty puppy eyes looking at him when you kiss the tip. He hisses lowly.

You lead the head of his cock over your lips, smearing his precum on your mouth before allowing him inside. Your tongue rubs against his underside, the wet cavern of your mouth making him twitch. You bob you head, trying to fit all of him down your throat.

You gag, making him groan. “'s it too big, love?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head softly. You take him deeper, the head of his cock meeting the back of your throat, and you gag again. But it doesn't stop you.

One of Jake's enormous hands grabs onto your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Such a good girl, hm?”

Your eyes meet his, shining with delight from his praise, and he chuckles. He's got you wrapped around his finger, and you don't even know it.

You move your hand to his balls, swollen and heavy, and you caress them carefully.

Jake groans, “Fuck, angel. You're gonna make me jizz all over you before I even stick it inside you.”

You pull away, releasing him from your heavenly mouth. “Inside?” you echo, your eyes studying his.

He smiles gently. “C'mere.” He helps you to your feet, one of his hands sneaking under your loincloth and caressing your sopping folds.

Your eyes widen, ears folding back as a little gasp leaves you.

“If y'want, I'll put my cock in here,” he tells you, sliding a finger into your pussy, your gummy walls warm and tight around his digit.

You grab onto his arms, nails digging into the muscles under his skin. “Please,” you whine. “Sir, please. I-I want you to put it inside.”

Jake kisses the top of your head softly. He pulls his finger out of you and leads you to the ground, lying you down before him. He spreads your legs, your feet planted on the ground, and his eyes watch your pussy.

He spreads your folds apart with his fingers, eyes growing hungry at the sight of your soaked, needy cunt. He wants nothing more than to just fuck you, but he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “There's nothing wrong if you don't.”

“I need you,” you reply. “Need you inside. Please, sir.”

Jake shudders. He positions himself between your thighs, running the thick tip of his cock against your soft folds. “Deep breath, kid,” he says softly.

You obey and he sinks into you, his cock meeting no resistance from your pussy as you stretch to fit him. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, hips jolting.

When he's fully inside of you, Jake asks, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, nails digging into the soft soil below.

“Say it,” he orders, voice stern.

“I'm okay, sir,” you reply, chest heaving up and down with your hurried breaths. You roll your hips up, searching for more friction, and Jake chuckles softly.

He thrusts into you gently, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes are shut tight, lips parted in a silent 'o' and you're sinking your nails into the dirt.

“'s that good, hon?” he questions, his enormous hands holding onto your thighs, fingers kneading into your flesh.

“Yes,” you whimper, chest heaving, pussy dripping. “'s so good, sir.”

He smirks down at you before training his eyes on your cunt. He watches as his thick cock forces you open, coated in your slick, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says, voice rough. “Look at how well you take me, girl.”

“Mhmm,” you manage, feeling something hot and dizzying building up in your womb.

“God, who else could fuck you like this, hm? Who else could turn you into this much of a slut?”

“N-no one,” you gasp. “Only you.”

“Goddamn right, only me,” he chuckles. “You're mine, you hear me? Mine to fuck, hm?”

You nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The pleasure is crawling through your veins, brushing over every single nerve, sending shudders through you.

He slaps your thigh. “Say it.”

“'m yours!” you reply, mewling. “All yours, sir.”

He smiles, raising one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper into you, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

You whimper at the new angle, gasping as he touches a spongy spot within you that has your hips jerking.

“Sir!” you cry, body trembling with ecstasy. “Fuck! Oh, sir, please! 's too much!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “Relax, kid. You can take it,” he assures you. “You're doing great.”

You feel like you're going to burst, the coil within you growing taut, making you see stars. “I can't!” you cry. “I-I'm gonna—”

“I know you're gonna,” he laughs. “That's the idea, kid.”

“It feels like too much!” you mewl. “Sir, please, I-I can't 'nymore! Fuck!”

“Breathe,” Jake chuckles. “You're gonna be fine. You trust me, don't you?”

You nod. “I-I do, but—”

Jake bites your calf, making you whine. “No buts, kid. If you trust me, you're gonna let me do what I wanna do t'you, hm?”

You shudder, thighs quaking. “Okay,” you manage. “Okay, sir.”

“That's better,” Jake says, increasing his pace, sending sparks through your veins. His hips slam into yours, the sound echoing in the forest. You mewl and whine, back arching, ears folding back.

“Sir,” you whine, feeling that coil get ready to snap. “Sir! Fuck!”

And suddenly the pleasure explodes in your womb, your mind going blank, your body shaking as you cry out. You've never felt anything like this before, nothing this intense or overwhelming. You shudder, stars dancing behind your eyelids, your sharp canines digging into your lower lip as you try to quiet yourself. But the sound slither out of your mouth, making you whine and moan, pathetic.

“There ya go,” Jake tells you, feeling your slick gushing out of you and coating his cock, allowing him to slip in and out with more ease. “I told you you could do it, kid.”

For a moment, you're left feeling nothing. You're fucked dumb, fucked senseless. But after a while, Jake is still pounding into you, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

“Sir,” you gasp. “Sir, please, 's too much. I can't do it this time!”

“Yes, you can,” he promises, hissing softly as he feels his own orgasm growing near. “You're gonna come one more time for me, angel.”

“Oh, fuck! Sir, sir, please!” you whimper. “Jake! I can't!”

“Shh,” he coos, kissing your calf. “Trust me, honey. You'll be fine.”

You shut up, trusting him and feeling like you're going to die. You can't see straight anymore, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you're hazy with lust and bliss. You mewl, surprised to feel the pleasure building up within you again, completely out of your control.

Your pussy is raw and throbbing, the pleasure shaking you from head to toe. You're going to die. You feel like you are. You're sure you're going to die. But you trust him, allowing him to send another orgasm crashing down on you.

You whimper, trembling, chest so tight you can barely breathe. You don't notice it, but you squirt all over Jake, soaking his lower abdomen and his hips, making him groan.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, flattening his ears against his head, his swollen balls ready to release his load in your womb. “Oh, 'm gonna fill you,” he promises. “I'm gonna put my cum so deep inside you, you'll end up having my baby.”

You writhe beneath him, nodding eagerly. “Please!” you beg. “Please! 'm already yours, sir! Please!”

With a few more thrusts, Jake reaches his release. His seed spills into you, making you shudder as he fills you. He groans, digging his teeth into your calf, making you jerk.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He glances at you to find you worn out, your eyes closed, chest heaving with your breaths.

Jake cages you under him. “You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Much better, sir.”

Jake smirks. No one like him for you. You're his.

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