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[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — A LITTLE LITTLE MORE LOVE.

#. synopsis! — sweet gestures from them to you .

#. characters! — hyun (zen), jumin, saeyoung (707), yoosung, jaehee .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — back in the mm pit because it's summer and it's time for my annual redownload <3 i've also been thinking about opening a discord, so if anyone has thoughts on that, i'd love to hear them! PLUS, i played the free demo for this indie otome-esque game on steam called homicipher, and i am begging for the release of the first chapter, idk if any of you have played it, but i am way too addicted for having only played like half an hour of it. anyway lolol, enjoy!!

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who buys bouquets of flowers every now and again on his way back home from rehearsals. He does his best to match the colors to your needs, —yellow on sad days in hopes they might lift your spirits, blue when you’re frustrated so that it might calm you down, etc.. They always smell so sweet, and you cherish them deeply. They always live longer than they typically should as a result of how well you care for them, and he loves to see the bashful smile tug at your lips as you accept them gracefully, even if you always tell him that he “really shouldn’t have” or that he “didn’t have to.” He does it because he loves you, and he thinks someone as beautiful as you should be presented with something just as gorgeous every now and again (even if he admittedly thinks you’re worlds prettier than flowers could ever be.)

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who writes little notes on the corner of the napkins he rests your coffee or tea on each morning, delicate and elegant handwriting in black ink sinking so perfectly into the ivory material. They’re never the same, always a different expression of his love or his admiration. You like to tear them off and keep them safe in a little box, and you open it up to read them when you’ve had a hard day or when you’re just not feeling your best. He always tells you that you don’t have to keep them, that he won’t be offended if you simply toss them away after you’ve read them and they’ve made you smile, —but you can never bring yourself to do it.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who folds little origamis for you when he gets the chance and leaves them somewhere around for you to find. It started with a tiny paper star he was folding for the heck of it, but you liked it so much that he decided to do it again, and again, and again. So now you have a neat little stash of different animals, shapes, and otherwise cool-looking creations (all of which have silly, blank expressions drawn onto them as faces that really add a sweetness to their personality.) You like to sit and fiddle with them every now and again, just to feel the sharp edges of the crane’s beak against your fingertips or to split the little heart apart and see the “i love you <3” written on the inside.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who buys sticky notes for his studies but ends up using most of them to leave you little notes with cute messages and silly doodles. He likes to think this is a better usage for them, especially when he watches you spot one out of the corner of his eye, and you hold it in your hands like it’s some kind of love-stricken poetry from a wordsmith he knows he’ll never be. They might be simple and straightforward, but there’s not much room for stanzas of prose on these little post-its, and reminders that you’re doing a good job or that you look cute are so much more than enough.

＃ JAEHEE !! ♡

Jaehee, who bakes you little desserts for you to eat when you get home, often heart-shaped or dusted in romantic colors, —always in your favorite flavors. Cookies with little jam hearts in the center, cupcakes with heart sprinkles and a cream just to your liking filling up the inside; each and every one made with so much love that you can practically taste it on your tongue. There’s no one else she’d rather bake for, and no one else she’d rather spend the rest of her days with. Sometimes words are hard to come by, and she worries she won’t always get it right, but when you kiss her on the cheek before taking a bite of her treats, well. . . She thinks things will be alright anyway.

[melodymissworld]

K4L / RAFE C. 18+

Summary: like Kiara’s devotion to the environment or whatever the fuck she does, Rafe was down to earth for your body no matter how insecure you felt about your weight.

Tags: body insecurity, intense anxiety, judgment, pathetic!Rafe — (brief segment of oral sex, overstimulation, and praise).

Polished, shiny, and fuckin’ new; that’s all the attributes that he hated in the girls that were picking on you.

The feud began on a regular Tuesday night. You and Rafe were currently attending a frat party that was hosted by his friend, Topper. You withheld a certain distaste for the Kook, because you thought he was an S-tier asshole towards Sarah. True looks won’t show unless he’s hidden behind the shadows.

You were originally sitting next to Rafe on a brown leather couch. Surrounded by a group of Kooks, there were a plethora of drugs and alcohol to go around. You stared at the reflected cocaine that wasn’t-so neatly smeared on the coffee table. By the time you lifted your red solo cup to your lips, nothing poured into your mouth.

“Oh,” you blinked and retracted your cup from your face. You glimpsed inside of the cup, and there wasn’t a single droplet of liquid in sight. It was empty.

Rafe hears your mutter and turned his head around. The once-arrogant expression on his face left and is replaced with quiet concern. He leans over to your side. “You okay, babe?” His tone was hush.

“Yeah... I’m okay. I think I’m gonna get another drink,” you insinuated.

His hand reaches over to curl your hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to get it for you…?” His eyes flickered over your face. You shook his head from his offer. “Mm-mm. I’m fine, thank you.”

Satisfied with your answer, he hums. “Mhm? Yeah? Alright.” Rafe tucked his head down to pepper a few kisses on your neck, sending mild shivers down your spine.

In the kitchen, it didn’t have to take a genius to figure out that someone was eyeing you. And not in a friendly manner.

You first poured alcohol into your cup. Not too much since you weren’t in the mood to getting wasted, but Rafe’s? Almost to the cup’s brim, specially branded. While you were minding your own business, Jessica eyed you, she leaned over to her friend and mutters, “It looks like Y/N blew up like a ballon over the summer.” The comment made both the girls giggle and if it wasn’t worse enough, you were standing right beside them. It wasn’t like they were trying to hide their revulsion against you, anyways.

Their words made your stomach clench.

You were a full-on, born and raised Kook. You’ve emotionally dealt with numerous situations related to your appearance - ranging from the academy to parties - you should’ve been lashing towards their belittlement by now. The behavior wasn’t cute, and yet was totally normalized by your community.

So why, when this time, it bothered you so much?

Your mind repeated their words over and over like a never-ending record player. Your consciousness prickled at the fact that your sweater felt too hot on your skin, or the throat tightening that restricts your air at its own will without your say. You could not ask or confront the girls as anxiety had molded your feet into heavy stone, and your other limbs were no different. There is no plea when your past rewinds itself in your heart, and you remember. You remember everything, down to the definitive speck, and for the first time in forever, you couldn’t breathe.

I don’t deserve Rafe. Why did he choose me? Tears blurred your vision from the haunting sentiment. To even think about him, holding another girl’s waist and gazing upon her face with adoring eyes — oh, it made your heart burn aflame. Like a river, the insecurities you thought you eradicated from whatever healing progress you went through was thrown out and is deemed as useless. Completely and utterly useless, and the unnecessary fear that ran deep throughout your bones had skinned your guarded confidence until your skeleton was bare for everyone’s eyes to witness.

You needed to leave. And by instinct, you were already leaving house with their malicious words ringing in your ears.

You weren’t answering his calls.

You were curled up in your bed with the same party clothes you wore from earlier, staring at nothing but your window. You felt like a dead fish waiting for something to disintegrate you into the sand. You didn’t feel well, and your phone continued to buzz on your bed sheets.

You knew that you should’ve picked up his calls, and yet, the guilt had settled on your chest.

By the time it strikes 15 minutes, the buzzing stopped.

Every sound bounced in between the silence. A small exhale retracted from your mouth, and you turned your head to bury your face into your pillows.

But as you were least expecting, there was a subtle sound of a car rearing into your house’s driveway. At first, you thought it was your parents coming home, but there was no possible way, because they were currently on their honeymoon vacation.

And then, the puzzle pieces clicked together.

“Are you stupid?” He angrily clenched his jaw tight.

“What?” You lifted your head up from surprise. In the five minutes of your conversation with Rafe, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

He frowns and processes a deep crease between his eyebrows. “Why, in any case, would you believe them?” His question exasperated true confusion. “You’re drilling their unreasonable words into your pretty little head, sweetheart.”

“I’m not dumb, it’s just…” your eyes flickered away for a semblance answer. You pursed your lips and sniffles, wiping your tears away from your cheeks. “…if I’m going to be honest, it’s tough when I can’t be the ideal girlfriend that everyone expects me to be. Sometimes, I just think ‘oh, I’m not skinny enough,’ or ‘that girl looks prettier than me, why can’t I be like her?’ When you see me and think I’m okay, I’m really, really not Rafe.” You could feel the tip of your nose growing warm and your bottom lip trembled. “I haven’t… felt like myself in awhile. My self-esteem feels so shit and I can’t—… I just can’t…” you softly shook your head and bowed your head down to hide your face. You were scared for his response. You were uncertain if he’ll scoff at your true admissions and dismiss your feelings, or—

“Hey- hey, hey, no. Look at me.” His fingers brushed underneath your chin and he gently made you look up, his worried eyes piercing down at your face. “I— Y/N. I don’t give a single fuck of what those bitches are sayin’ about you, or, or if they think you’re fat.” His hand motioned beside his head, a lingering habit he does when he’s trying to accumulate his words, and his eyes stuttered a blink. “You matter to me, alright? Not Jessica, not Brittney, but me,” he harshly emphasizes his words. “All me. Fuck of what they have to say; they can blab their mouths all they want, but every crevice of your skin, of you, haunts my head daily and— and there were so many nights where I couldn’t sleep because I craved for you, baby, nothing else.” He shakily exhales as he licked his dried lips, letting your face go to run his hands through his hair.

You were completely enamored from his sudden outburst and your jaw dropped, unable to formulate any coherent response. The anxiety that had once viciously clawed your chest is now gone and from hearing his reassurance, his words soothed the suffocating voices in your head.

“I- I…” your eyes flickered away as you tried to search for an answer. You were unable to when he lifts your hand to his cheek. “Please,” his whisper trailed in a breathless croak and he trails your fingers down his face, brushing your knuckles against his warm lips. “Please, please, please, just let me show how much you mean to me, baby. You drive me insane.” He lowly croaked.

His head didn’t let up. You were desperately gasping for air, and he continued.

“Y’so pretty for me, doll.” He moans a muffled mumble between your thighs and he couldn’t help but flutter an eye-roll back. You were so good, it was so much, and dug his blunt-nailed fingers further into your plush flesh as he ate you out.

Your dazed eyes took a glimpse at your clock for a moment, and it read 2:08AM.

He’s been eating you out for approximately an hour. Or two. Who knows.

All you understood that this was between you, him, and the door lock that glued your dignity all together.

“U-ugh—“ you stammered from your mouth. Everything was spinning in the room and your legs clenched tighter around his head, his buzzed hair brushing up on your skin. “R-Rafe, Rafe— I- I can’t—“ you blubbered a whine as your elbows scrambled to sit yourself upwards on the bed. His competitive nature was relentless and the translation was inscribed all over your body - ranging from dark, bitten teeth-marks underneath your breasts and thighs, to his fingertips digging moon-crescent marks on your hips.

“Cream all over my tongue, angel— there you go.” He groans from pure satisfaction and continuously tapped his tongue on your clit. If you couldn’t had enough, tears rolled down your cheeks and your throat pulses a whimper. You were the picture-perfect image he searched for, and you looked so pretty that it made his head hurt. He reaches a hand down to adjust his boxers, a small noise slipping through his throat as he furrowed his eyebrows, focused. “That’s it… mhm.” He desperately groveled for your dripping essence as you came on his tongue; he was consuming his meal like a starving man, and a certain oversensitivity struck your body at once. It left your thighs trembling and when you tried to pathetically shift your hips away from his face, he only followed and buries his muscle deeper into your swollen, wet folds. He wanted to memorize how you felt squirming underneath his touch, how much time he could use until your body gave up. Spit was drooling from his lips, nasty boy, but he doesn’t mind when he’s tasting you.

A/N: oh em gee, helloooo!!! You have no idea how excited I was to write this!! ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ I think I would’ve fleshed out more of the situational/physical world building in the story, but I was totally hypothesized by the emotional sentiments, so the story takes two heavy hits since this is barely edited and revised, lol.

I wanted to explore the less-intense side of Rafe and how important it is to acknowledge that our bodies aren’t only fragments in the human judgment, but also that we are complex; the human experience is incredibly fascinating, and I find that we aren’t supposed to stay stagnant in a world that is full of possibilities. I apologize if some of the parts were intense, as I’ve observed - especially in the modern reality - that high-class attributions tend to expect so much from women, although they receive so little towards the end.

Furthermore, this is for anyone in general, but it is worth to note that social media has worsened this conserved image of what younger girls should be, even when there is immense struggle to keep this ‘perfect idealization’ for strangers. To leave you with my rambling thoughts, I thank you so much for reading!!! I deeply appreciate the support you have given me to push myself forward in writing. Much love, xoxo💋💋

[yeosin-n]

Omg ur so wonderful!!! I was wondering if we could give horror some chocolate? (And if he's up for it maybe even a hug... Or a kiss) please? I love ur stuff btw!!!!

I ALMOST FORGOT HOW HOT HORROR IS he’s so fun to draw

[sleepingdayaway]

idk if requests are still open, but if so, would you be willing to do some more player!reader and oot/mm young Link with a big/little sibling or parent/child kind of relationship? Not necessarily in a LU or HW context but can be if u wanna. If requests are in fact closed feel free to disregard this lol. Love your writing! <3

JHDFHBEFVINEW I LOVE MAJORA'S MASK LINK SMMM HE'S MY SON

I can definitely do a stand alone version!! Sometimes it's nice to just gush about Majora's Mask! Also thank you for reading my silly stories, I'm so glad you and others are enjoying <33 I'm sorry if it's short and yknow just realized I can never make him be happy, sorry it's how I show affection.

The blood in his ears is roaring as the young boy tries to get his breathing under control as he stares up at the Clock Tower. In a few hours he'll have to go up and face the Skull Kid again, but this time he won't have to play the Song of Time again just to prepare. The boy feels his throat swell up just by thinking about it. His vision on the edge of blurring as he tries to will the tears away.

He's nervous yet he shouldn't be, this fight is nothing compared to his battle with Ganon. At least, he didn't fail this town for 7 years. Except Ganon was a battle that was determined for him long before he was born, this one was something that was just thrown upon him. In his heart he can't allow these people to die by the falling moon.

His view of the clock tower is ruined by the tears he tried desperately not to let fall. He's stuck as a 10 year old even if mentally he was no longer the fairy boy that began this journey. Barking from the wild dog in the square isn't helping with his mood, nor is the loud voices of the construction workers as they prepared for the festival. Some stubborn to pretend that their home wouldn't be destroyed by the grinning moon.

Until the sound of footsteps coming closer to him causes him to tense up, and attempt to wipe the tears away. A shadow is cast over his face as it goes down as the person gently guides his face lower to face them. His tears freely fall down his cheeks as his smaller hands clutch the ones holding him. Link's eyes open to look at the person who's kneeling in front of him.

A soft smile is on their face once Link's eyes has opened up. [Name] stares down at him fondly; there is no hint of disgust nor any emotion of exasperation on their face. In all honesty, they were getting a bit worried about him since this entire journey he was putting on a brave front.

That's right.

[Name] has been exploring with him from the moment he entered Termina as a Deku Scrub. He remembers meeting them for the first time inside the Clock Tower with the Happy Mask Salesman, an eccentric man, who would help Link, return to how he was, in return for his mask. [Name] was there with them and volunteered to assist Link in collecting it; their excuse was that it would be better if he had a helping hand. although tatl would disagree at first.

Link was unsure of [Name] when they left the tower. He didn't know if they joined, purely for the thought of wanting to help him, or because they had alternative motivations. But it was shown that they did wanted to help him without anything in return. Assisting in playing hide-n-seek with the Bomber gang, and exploring the Astral Observatory.

When the first three days were ending and they stood side by side, staring up at the Skull Kid watching as he called the Moon closer, did an idea form in his head. Using the ability of the deku; he struck at the imp and was able to obtain his ocarina. Link quickly holds onto his instrument and is about to play until he stops to stare at [Name].

[Name] was smiling at him and for a moment he's reminded of ----

His breath hitches as he realized who they were, and why their voiced sounded so familiar. He slowly pulls away from the ocarina, but they speak up, "Don't falter now, Link. I'll be with you from the beginning. Save Termina."

Upon his return and being able to return as a human did he actively seek them out and dragged [Name] around in search of the four giants across the land. From exploring the swamp, and helping the monkey prove his innocence, to saving the Deku Princess from the temple, and fighting the boss. Did [Name] stuck through with him, and was quite adept at the bow and arrows they arrived with.

Link never questioned how [Name] remembered the first cycle, nor did he ask if they remembered his first journey; too afraid that they'll react negatively. So once more they explore the land together and they're together for every cycle until they were ready to face Majora. Enjoying the presence of a someone he once thought was lost forever.

But each cycle wears him down. The never ending thinking and planning about what is needed to do next. When Link acquired the bomber's notebook and realized that the people of Termina has regrets that hasn't been recovered. He placed the burden of the people's wishes on his shoulders with the intent of making sure that when he leaves. The people are happy.

Yet here he stands crying out for comfort as his own mask of strength crumbles. [Name] soothingly running their hand through his hair as they hummed the Song of Healing for him. Link clutches onto their clothes as he openly weeps. He mourns Hyrule for the 7 years he was gone, he mourns Saria, the Deku Tree and the children of the korkiri forest, his home. The childhood that stripped away from him the moment he chose to save Hyrule.

Finally, he mourns the feeling of [Name] leaving him when his journey ended. Leaving him alone and become desperate to leave just to search for them. Link lost the only person he could truly call family and has now reunited again, but for how long?

So, Link plays the Song of Time.

He takes them back to the Dawn of the First Day.

He just wants to spend more time with them.

For once, the world can wait three more days.

When he opens his eyes; he's back at the entrance of Clock Tower as Tatl is shouting at him about why he decided to go back in time. Link ignores the temperamental fairy and carries himself over to [Name]. Who waits for him, without fail, in the area where the Great Fairy resides. The same accepting and knowing smile on their face as they embrace the young boy with open arms.

[megaman-fluffcanons]

Idk if this sounds weird but Can you do headcannons of X and Zero cuddling you or holding the reader close???

Not weird at all! Cuddle headcanons are always accepted here

X:

*X is a pretty big cuddle bug, but only when it comes to you

*as much as he likes the others, you are the only one he will cuddle with (unless you happen to not be there and he is need of a hug, then he’ll go to Zero)

*he just likes holding you close to him, telling you about his day/his mission, if you let him

*you like hearing him talk, so of course you’re more than happy to listen to him talk about whatever

*or he’ll let you talk about your day or whatever else you want to talk about

*but if you just want to sit in silence, you two are happy to just do that as well, as you listen to his mechanical heartbeat

Zero:

*not much of a cuddle bug as X, but will make an exception for you

*however, you have to catch him in a specific mood in order to cuddle with him

*or if he sees you’re in need of a hug/cuddle

*he’ll hold you close to him, and will not let you go for a while

*you’ll tell him about your day, or whatever you want, and he’ll listen rather intently, occasionally speaking up

*he doesn’t really mind if you two chat or sit in silence, all he really wants is to just sit with you in his arms

[joannasteez]

"im with you" - installment two

featured characters: mother's milk & female reader. warnings: alcohol usage (misuse) and angst. MM being his supportive, caring self. mutual pining? (kinda) authors note: this second installment has been sitting in my drafts since the release of season three, so over a year maybe? i don't see myself progressing the story (sorry?) but i was tired of seeing this in the drafts. so i give it to you all who wish to read it!

You hate 'The Reserve', not just for its sordid means of molding into fruition false delusions of grandeur, but because it is also a reflection. A mirror, smudged and stained, bitter callousness webbing sharply from the heart of it, mangling its way to the furthest reaches, but a mirror all the same. And when the sun wanes low into the horizon, that bombastic need for liquid comfort livening up the bar, in the solace of yourself you say 'I am not like these people; degenerate drunks and reckless hedonist, bleeding the poison of a heartless raging machine who thinks them too low to even consider their existence. I am not like the super-abled, I am better'. The hatred is beautiful enough in those times, consistent enough that it waters the dust and forms thought into palpable word. Then where is this mantra now? As the weeks grow colder, air nipping sporadic bites into the skin, lethargy soothing something still and lukewarm into your veins.

Grief is loud, 'where is your mantra now?', and your need for comfort is as bombastic as theres.

On this unsteady line of desire, here must be where the attraction falls short for him. Clips its wings, falling from on high.

'He sees you', the brandy says, auburn and taunting. 'He pity's you'.

All those years ago when the ache was new, splitting raw and lethal at your chest, you're almost sure it was pity that drew him in, that made him linger. It had to be, or that's what the sluggish, drunken part of you thinks, the part that takes comfort in dark hard spirits and makes you believe all the untrue shit that stains the foreverness of wayward esteem and memory. But sipping from the bottle is good, it's easy, feeling like a drizzle of fresh rain on the skin. The burn goes dull after while, when the sky bleeds something angry and orange,  leaving just the smooth glide down the path of your throat, and when your eyes shut to escape the welling of tears, you hear that everlasting crunch of metal.

It's a hard piercing, that cringing screech and scratch of metal etching into itself, the friction tearing into flesh and bone, and just mere seconds remain before the face that shares your own fades into something distant and lifeless.

Twins, a true phenomenon, and yet as you stare into the bottle, it all feels false and unnatural, like retribution. Something beautiful and different, worth no more to the state than a cover up story and a check for $75,000.

She was worth more. She deserved more, true justice, and yet here you are wasting away, your stomach a pool of brandy.

Like clockwork your phone vibrates. 'Here comes the pity', you think.

--How you holdin' up?

His wonder is a grey text bubble, nothing more than routine and after several years still its consistent. Maybe that's why desire has etched into your skin so, a slow gradual drag into nerve, entangled to the pulse of your veins, because at least some semblance of him cares. Even if it is all just obligation, when others stopped their award wining performances of sympathy, he'd still roll around in the early cool of October asking 'Are you holding up?', and 'How are you doing?'

The tears and liquor screw your senses well, fingers slipping over some of the right keys and missing others. It takes a while to gather thought, and even then it's driven by lies and poor motor skills.

--Mi fi.

--Im fie.

--Fire*.

--Fuk Im fine*.

--Fuck*.

The disappointment is palpable, heavy on the tongue and an uncomfortable warmth to the skin. You know it, can picture the way those brows of his pull together, mouth screwed and on the verge of disgusted. Well fuck him, if he thinks you care, he isn't the one in pain, drowning in perpetual heartbreak. Saturated to the bone with it really and its ripping at you slow and dreadful, a vicious tear of tissue and vessel. And God-- but...but doesn't he know? No, no, no he has to, he's suffered similar... but it's not the same... but it is, you stress to yourself, it has to be... but it isn't, and the tears taste more salty as they come. An aged bitterness that makes you wince.

--... are you drunk?

You keep him suspended, seconds, minutes even.

--No

--A but,, Im ok.

--A bit but Im ok*.

He's quick to reply.

--Where are you?

He waits, with a staling patience just at the top floor of the flatiron building, where the city bustles and groans, exhausted and restless. In just a few measly minutes, still nerve goes erratic with impatience and then comes the hammering of his pulse.

You're drunk and alone, drowning in the memory of shitty circumstance. His chest aches in that familiarity-- Harlem and a blazing summer sun, the hard blow of barely cool air, a child's excitement and then the coming in of doom, Soldier Boy, and then the swooshing in and fatal crunch of metal-- the ache a vicious sting. Growing nails make slight indents in his skin, fingers coming into his palm, to ball and harden, to feel and never to forget.

He was lonely then, just a wild vengeance to keep him company.

Marvin moves before he can think, leaves, turns the key in his ignition and joins the hard rush of the city before resolution melts loose and hesitant.

Your Brooklyn apartment is old, as old as the house he loved destroyed by the hurling in of a benz, and as he breathes, alleviating the hard brick of tension in his shoulders, he understands why he's here. Why-- in the most inconveniencing of times-- he thinks about you. Why desire, a fervent stream in his blood, has become more ungovernable by the day. You are new but familiar. Soft and alluring but recognizable to the bone, a reflection of pain and survival that wholly scares him and excites him just the same.

When the door opens, it's the petulant embrace that catches him first, the bottle of brandy nestled in your palm, but the smell curls about the air bitter and heavy, unsullied by shame. Even in the most dismal affair, your eyes are blood-shot, daring him to go beyond whatever is shy and lingering, a plead to make the pain go away. To call out the itching twitch in his skin by name and validate its presence.

"What?", you start, feeling his eyes. The stony weight. "You're not gonna wish me happy birthday?"

"You're a mess".

You'd waited for this, hoped for it even, to have the burn and the break of desire collapse against you. For it to scorch flesh and that unrelenting part of the heart that says 'yes, i want him, need him', but it never comes. There is no fracture, even when he tears you open with concerned eyes, just the unreconcilable truth that if you are a mess, royally fucked up and drunk out of your mind, that you do not want to be. Not when or where he can see. Because there is no middle, no point at which allure and brokenness meet in a charming enough compromise... right? So this must be judgement then, 'you're a mess', the knocking in of the gavel.

The quiver to your lip is fragile. You are fragile. "If you're here to judge, you can fuck off".

The lone tear you give makes his heart squeeze. Maybe he shouldn't have led so strong, so exacting.  

He brushes in anyways, like a piece of him belongs here and steals the bottle from your fingers. Palms growing idle now, fearful, balling and releasing, grasping at air --like your whole being-- grasping at everything, anything and gaining nothing. Nothing but the soreness of muscle once bent about glass fighting for strength, for the will to straighten. All there is, is the leaning in of silence, as he cracks the windows for a fresh breeze, a hard press that leaves you scorching and loose with a raw bare boned awareness. The mantle of your belly churning and awakened with a sullen impatience to hear his words, the charge of his thoughts.

Wont he do it now?

"Just say it already", knotting pain in your throat leaving your urgency dry. Brittle. "Whatever straight laced bullshit speech you got about effective coping, and-and-and pain... and whatever the fuck".  The new air is chilling, makes the grate of your voice wane and shiver. "Just say it".

He's next to you, sinking into the couch, and it's the closest he's ever been. "What's the point of preachin' shit you don't practice".

"Drinking isn't effective coping but tearing through the city, through the damn country, offing supes left and right with Butcher is?"

You were both wrong, but so terribly right. The through-line of your lives, just narrowly escaping death, broken already but always seeming still to be on the precipice of breaking.

For some time there's nothing, no word or deed, and then, there's everything. A delirious unearthing, barbarous and desperate. 'Look at me, understand me, please', fragile, on the borders of begging. "I never meant to drink so much, it-it just happened I-", your tongue goes lax and dry from temporary thoughtlessness or the swimming and draining of liquor in your veins, you aren't sure. "I don't even like the taste but June she... she made it a thing. Our thing".

You look to him, and see through the blur of your vision, the forming together of intent and attention. No crease of pity, just tenderness and patience, without blame. Just understanding.

And then it's here, nostalgia, a wistful coming together again of memory. "My father liked to have his taste every now and then y'know... a little sip just to feel some shit I guess", you start. A finger pulling at and curling into another. "So he'd hide little bottles of brandy around the house. A stash here, stash there, but he'd always end up forgetting. He had shitty memory that way... still does", the knot in your throat grew, forming a choking sensation. "But June would find them  and re-stash them, so when our birthday came around we'd sip and get shitfaced together".

You can feel the build, a hard rushing in, the levee soon to break. "We both hated the taste, but we were doing stupid shit together and thats all that mattered".

She comes clearly in your minds eye, a replica yet different. Glassy eyes dazzled by the soft burning away of innocence. The liquor is strong on her tongue, makes her touch something tight to the skin, a holding on to that bites but comforts all the same, and the air is pungent. Rife with rebellion. In the shared bedroom of an old family owned Brooklyn Brownstone, the world opens, teems founded and un-conforming with the blazing of this single moment. Oh sister, my sister. She was your mirror, your opposite. Everything. "She was just here my whole life and now she's gone. What thing am I supposed to have that I can touch, that-that-that I can feel other than this, other than our thing".

Something in Marvin wonders, if he reaches out, forms you with his hands, will you take him in or stretch away? Will you break? Shatter into a fragmented loathing because he is not her. And there is the curt twitching in his finger, he feigns for the answer.

"You never told me that".

You laugh, mirthless and ironic. "I never told anybody because I feel like a fucking joke. I speech those kids to death almost every damn day, about being present and making room, growing in grief and look at me." Your head feels full and heavy, a sharp pounding meeting just at the forefront of your skull. "I didn't even have the fight to do anything about it. They took her away from me and I just let that shit fade. I let her go Marvin, me".

He pulls at your chin softly to face him, smearing away a lonely rolling tear. From here, just inches away, everything about him is tender and warm. But if you lean further into him, will he pull you in?, or will the comfort of his touch fall away?

It travels instead, holding firm at your shoulders. His eyes settling light and easy.

"You wanna go all Rambo with the shit, and find out what happened, I'm with you 100%, but what happened to June isn't on you, its not".

The brandy on your tongue wears old, the solace of it going stale.

'I'm with you'

His embrace is a furnace, a delicate purging. A new opening of the world.

"Thank you Marvin".

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

idk if you'll accept this but can I request a Shadow Man x human reader oneshot? (Ariga/Megamix version pls because the lack of Ariga Shadow Man x Reader content is criminal, but you can do normal/classic if you like! :D)

Hello!! Sorry this took me a while to get to! Also sorry, I only know about classic ;;

It was no secret that you had feelings for Shadow Man. You’ve had these feelings for him after he saved you shortly after becoming friends with him. He had been walking you home as the two of you had been spending time together in the nearby park, just reading and talking about whatever came to mind. As you were walking home, a fight had broken out and an energy blast was headed towards you, which Shadow Man pulled you back and saved you from your demise.

Ever since that day, you have been crushing on Shadow Man. And you thought you were being fairly obvious about it a lot of the time. What, with you being rather touchy, and you’ve even told him to his face! Unfortunately for you, he’s a little… oblivious to the fact that your feelings and just thought you were joking or something, thinking you wouldn’t see him as anything more than a friend.

Shadow Man did have feelings for you, but he just never acted on them like he had wanted to. His brothers noticed this fairly quickly, and occasionally tease him about it, which he isn’t too bothered by. Despite their teasing, they had wanted to help him confess to you, as a few of them were very aware of your feelings for him, as you have actually told a few of them, more specifically Hard Man and Magnet Man as you knew those two would not make fun of you for telling them.

“You know you’re going to have to tell them eventually,” both Hard Man and Magnet Man told him, which… caught him a bit by surprise.

“…I know.” Was all he said, not even looking up from the book he was currently reading. They were not going to just let this slide. No, they wanted to help you two get together, since they liked you, you were a good friend to them and their brothers, and they knew you made Shadow Man happy, even if he would never admit such a thing.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” They gave him a bit of a nudge towards the door. “Go and tell them!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go tell Y/n.” With a sigh, he walked outside to go and find you. He couldn’t believe he was letting his brothers talk him into confessing his feelings to you. While he did want to confess, he was a little nervous about you rejecting him. Why? Not even he knows.

Fortunately, Shadow Man knows where to find you. If you’re not at home, you’re in one of your usual places, but more specifically the park you two like to spend time together at. And that’s where you were, sitting on the swing which was away from other people. You looked over as he walked over, a faint smile on your face.

“Hey Shadow Man.” You greeted him as he sat in the swing beside you.

“Hello.” Was all he said. You knew he didn’t really talk much, even around you, but usually he didn’t give just one word responses. You were a little curious to what was going on with him, but you decide not to question it and push him to talk. However, he turned to face you, and spoke up,

“Y/n… there’s something I need to tell you.” Curious, you turned to face him as well, giving him a look of “go on, I’m listening.” Shadow Man took a moment, as if to think of what exactly he wanted to say before he sighed softly,

“Y/n, I’ve been thinking about this lately, and I just wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you, and… I have for a while now.”

“You do..?” You asked him, a bit surprised. You didn’t think he would’ve felt the same way

“Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been trying to confess to you for a couple of years now, Shadow Man!” You took his hands into your own. “I tried being obvious, being more touchy and affectionate with you, and I’ve even straight up told you I loved you!”

“You did?”

“Yes! But you just laughed it off like a joke!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean that.”

“I know you didn’t, but it doesn’t matter now.” You smiled faintly, “because, in the end, we’ve both confessed our feelings.”

“I suppose that is true.”

“Well… what do you want to do now?”

“How about we just stay here a while..? And talk?”

“Sure, I haven’t nothing better to do anyway. We can plan something another time.” Shadow Man nodded, still holding your hand in his own, as the two of you sat there and talked for a while, both happy that your feelings were finally known.

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

DJ and Y/N prepare for spoopy season. @ntls-24722 prepares for...uh...something else. o_o

Another one from the DJMM Hello Paint board of @artastic-friend!!

[citrusitonit]

HAPPY NOCHE BUENA !!!! NOCHE BUENA I HOPE EVERYONE HAVE A HAPPY NICE NOCHE BUENA FEAST !!! EVERYONE FEAST !!

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — TALK ME DOWN (JIHYUN (V) X READER).

#. synopsis! — when things feel like they might come undone, jihyun doesn't have to deal with it alone anymore .

#. characters! — jihyun (v).

#. warnings! — vague references to past traumatic events (canon compliant) , non-graphic depictions of trauma responses .

#. word count! — 1.2k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

Jihyun craves control in what feels like a necessary manner. He doesn’t like to have things thrust upon him without warning, doesn’t like to be out of the loop. It’s a matter of security, and that's why he scrambles to understand things at their very core. Even when he asks questions more than once, try to give him some leeway. He doesn’t mean to be overbearing or distrustful, —he simply craves details down to the marrow. It’s a tool he’s found that soothes his worries, and it’s a small price to pay for his peace.

“I’m sorry, it doesn’t seem like we have a reservation for that name,” the young woman at the front of the restaurant apologizes.

“Are you certain?” Jihyun asks, —and you can feel his grip tighten on your hand a bit, even as his tone remains incessantly polite. “I booked a table over a month in advance for our anniversary. . .”

She flips through the little booklet on the desk again, pursing her lips before shaking her head.

“I’m not sure what happened, but there’s unfortunately no tables available for this evening,” she replies. “You’re welcome to stay for a bit and see if anyone misses their reservation time, but that’s the best I can do. I’m very sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you assure her.

It’s not like she has anything to do with it. She’s just doing her job, and whatever happened, it likely wasn’t even her mistake to remedy. Moreover, it’s not like this was the end of the world. A block over there was a nice little steakhouse serving roughly similar menu items, and you’d been there on dates with Jihyun before. It might even be nice to go back and spend your second anniversary with him in a more familiar and welcoming place. . . But he felt like his head was swimming by the time he made it back outside.

His grip on your hand was unusually firm, —not painful, but more desperate than it had been a few minutes prior, and you could feel his palm getting clammy. Jihyun had always been a calm and reserved man, the type that took a while to warm up to people. At least, that’s how you’d always known him to be. Jumin told you he was a bit less reticent once upon a time, that he trusted more freely and cared more forwardly. But that was before, and things have clearly changed, and much of that change came at him in a sort of insurmountable way. It wasn’t the kind of thing anyone could prepare for, and bizarreness aside, Jihyun had by no means been afforded all the opportunities to feel safe and secure.

“Hey,” you say softly, looking up at him, “are you alright?”

The breath he utters is shaky at best, and he finds it difficult to meet your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he says quickly.

You barely catch the words as they spill past his lips in rapid succession.

He said them like he was sputtering out his final phrase, scared he might not have another chance to express it if he didn’t let it burst forth. 

“Sorry? —For what?” You ask, reaching up to cup his cheek in your free hand. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

When he looks at you, it’s like he’s seen a ghost. There’s a distant sense of fear and a few tears welling up, clumping together above his lashes.

“The table, it. . . I. . .” he tries, but the articulation doesn’t come to him.

He’s not sure what to say or how to say it, and he’s terrified of the fact that you’re being so calm, even when he knows he should be thankful for it. A part of him even thinks it might be easier if you just yelled and let him swallow your frustrations like the words he’s choking down. This gentleness is still foreign, even after all this time.

You walk with him a little ways, keeping your fingers laced with his. There’s a small community garden spot where everyone is free to come and admire the flowers, and it serves as an easy way to put some space between yourself and others strolling along the sidewalk.

“Jihyun,” you say, “it’s really okay. I’m sorry the reservation didn’t work out, but we can still have dinner down the block.”

But at this point, it’s less about any steak he’s missing out on and more about the fact that something has gone wrong in the first place. It’s out of his hands now, and he can’t stop thinking long enough to let himself drown in yours.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect,” he replies.

You kiss his frigid knuckles and look at him like he’s the only person in the world.

“I know,” you tell him. “And it might not help to say this, but I think you should know that it’s perfect to me anyway, no matter where we go. As long as I’m with you tonight, we can do anything, go anywhere, —I just love you, and as long as you’re here, I’m happy.”

Jihyun stills, and you can see the cogs turning behind his gaze, processing what you’ve said as if he finds it hard to believe. Sometimes, he forgets that this isn’t conditional. You know certain things linger longer than either of you would like, but it’s not really something he can help. Not right now. Two years doesn’t erase all the time he spent pining for forgiveness from all the wrong people in all the wrong places. Time hasn’t healed his wounds as well as he would have liked. They still pry themselves open and leave bloodtrails in his wake every now and again, and sometimes it gets on you.

He takes a breath and tries again.

“I booked the table,” he says firmly. “I remembered that you said you wanted to give the restaurant a try, but we could never find a good time, and I thought this would be the right occasion.”

You smile, because it’s sweet that he remembered such a small thing. It was a comment made in passing more than anything else, but he still cared enough not only to listen, but to keep it in mind.

“Thank you for trying,” you tell him in earnest. “But we can always book another reservation for another time.”

“It won’t be our anniversary for another year,” he explains.

“No, it won’t,” you agree, “but that’s okay, isn’t it? You brought me roses last month, and there was no special occasion for it.”

Jihyun purses his lips for a moment, then nods. He sees what you’re getting at, even though his disappointment is still palpable.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges.

“And you’re amazing,” you reply, pressing a hand against his warm chest.

He lets out a breath and pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. A wave of relief washes over you upon feeling some of the tension leave his body.

“I’m really sorry,” he says. “Things weren’t supposed to go this way.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” you insist.

“Yeah. . . Maybe. I just feel like it’s my fault,” he answers.

“It’s nobody’s fault,” you mumble, pulling away just enough to cup his cheeks again, hoping he won’t mind the mild shock of your free hand’s chill. “Sometimes things just happen.”

A part of him wants to argue, but he loses that urge the moment you brush your lips against his so tenderly. It’s the kind of softness he craves when he gets a little too wound up, and you can almost feel him melt into your embrace where he stands.

“Happy anniversary, Jihyun.”

He smiles, and it reaches his eyes.

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

[vanesycho]

• bf!hyunjin x f!reader | m.list

| let's just say you get 'very excited' after see your boyfriend's new haircut

warning | fingering, oral(f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1k

enjoy reading！

❝ Is a haircut really enough to get you this high? ❞

oh.

This was exactly your reaction when you saw the message from your boyfriend saying 'I got a buzzcut.'

Everything definitely suited him but this move was unexpected and caught you completely off guard. He had long hair since you knew him and now even imagining him like this made butterflies fly in your stomach. And the fact that he was going to be back home in a few hours made it hard for you to stay still.

As a result of your waiting, you were startled by the sound of a door, Hyunjin left his extra belongings in a corner and let out a tired breath. "Baby?" when you heard his call, your steps started to pull towards him. But the difference you saw made you stop in your tracks, you looked at your boyfriend you weren't used to for a while, when Hyunjin noticed your look, his tired face disappeared and he approached you with a smile. "Surprise?" his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and without waiting, he pulled you to him and buried his face in your neck, mumbled "mm..i missed you.."

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him lightly so you had a chance to look at his face better. He was...the hottest man you'd ever seen in the world and he belongs to you. Hyunjin looked at your unresponsive face, started examining your face in the same way as if he was trying to figure out if you liked it or not "So...do you like it?" instead of talking, you preferred to give him an answer by kissing him, and Hyunjin accepted it with pleasure, grabbed your hips and pulled you hard to him. After a long kiss, you whispered the moment you pulled back "I don't think I can put into words how sexy you look right now."

He chuckled briefly at your frankness, tilted his head slightly to the side and spoke teasingly "Really? Maybe you can show me that, baby." you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss. Hyunjin, noticing how eager and impatient you were, laughed between kisses and picked you up without waiting, walking towards the room without parting your lips.

He pulled back as soon as your back reached the soft bed and helped you take off your clothes before throwing his own clothes in a corner. Even though he was impatient like you, he wanted to take it slow. Spread your legs and get between them without breaking eye contact "Is a haircut really enough to get you this high?" his fingers went to your pussy, you let out a moan as he caressed your clit with slow movements "N-no. You're enough to get me high. N-not your hair." he grinned, the compliment he received made his cock twitch completely "ah..how sweet." he mumbled and after that sentence he leaned down and sucked your clit while inserting two fingers inside you, you let out a loud moan, instead of starting his movements slowly he started to fully exploit your pussy.

You whined wanting more, your hand went to his head, you moved your hips with the new feeling you felt instead of his long hair and pressed him against you. Hyunjin responded to every one of your movements, his tongue moving rapidly on your clit while his fingers curled inside you and made you pour all your juices onto his fingers with a fast pace "Hyun- f-fuck.. I'm close..I- oh fuck." your head went back in pleasure, his tongue and fingers were already skilled, but the feelings that were triggered inside you the moment you saw him would make you cum even faster. Hyunjin didn't slow down, he buried his head between your legs and continued until you cum. And when you reach your peak, he didn't stop until all your cum was wrapped around his fingers, he sucked your clit one last time and tried to catch his breath "Good job baby..oh shit look at this mess.." he said under his breath while looking at the cum flowing from your pussy.

He gave you a while to catch your breath, filled this space with many kisses but he couldn't hold it anymore, his cock was aching in pain and he needed you. He pulled back while his face was buried in your neck and rubbed his dick against your pussy. Hyunjin whimpered as soon as the tip entered, slowly pushed more into you, feeling all your walls, he let out a loud moan and buried his face in your neck again "You feel so..g-good, god you're going to make me go crazy.." his hips moved without hesitation, he was hitting with slow but hard movements, each of his breaths tickling your neck.

Hyunjin was putting his whole cock inside you, he wanted you to feel every inch of him. His arms wrapped around you, your legs wrapped around his waist and the occasional kisses on your neck, your bodies were completely one. "Faster.. please Hyun..I can't take it-" he didn't wait for you to finish your sentence, his hips started moving in fast movements, he lifted his head and held one of your hands, pinning it to the bed, your eyes locked as a few drops of sweat ran down his forehead.

The room was filled with just the moans of pleasure between the two of you, your wetness mixed together "I'm close, baby. It won't...take long for me to come." Hyunjin spoke breathlessly, pumping his cock hard inside you, begging to cum. His rapid breaths turned into a tearful moan, close to cumming, as you prepared yourself for a second orgasm. A few strokes later, your second orgasm hit you, Hyunjin came right after you and came out of you, his cum spilling onto your belly. Hyunjin threw himself directly next to you and tried to catch his breath. "Fuck...I should've cut my hair earlier." you laughed at his mumbled sentence and moved closer to him. He immediately took you under his arms. "Like I said, you're perfect in every way, it's not just about your hair." he grinned, lowering his head towards you. "Thank you, baby. I expected you to like it, this reaction was even more than I expected. But I'm definitely not complaining."

[rensukepie]

꫶ུ⃛ᰭ “…is we fuckin’ or what?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— r. s

mdni!!!

ryusei just won’t let you study! that is, until he fucks you dumb.

contains : shidou’s a little FREAKKK, fem reader, size kink (kinda), perv shidou, nerdy reader :3, established relationship, dumbification, tongue kissing, p in v, he reallyyyy likes your boobs, nipple play, squirting, cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (angel, pretty, etc…), shidou’s kinda mean :;;((!, aftercare ofc!

nsfw under the cut

you need to pass this class.

you firmly believe your stupid lecturer is on your ass! always targeting you and you only is actually his profession you think to yourself, but that’s not the point right now.

the point is that you need to study for the upcoming test, otherwise your lecturer is gonna be yapping to you and targeting you once more.

you check your notes and look over at the concepts you had learned, until you hear his keys jingling and the door opening to your shared apartment with shidou.

you continue to check your notes and he comes inside of the room, giving you a quick kiss and holding you from behind the chair you were sitting on.

“what’cha doing angel?” he asks with genuine curiosity, planting a kiss on your neck.

“studying for my test, why?”

“yer such a fucking nerd… that seems so boring!” he says, getting a little more touchy with you with his big hands roaming your body.

“i like this little tank top you’ve got here… your tits look s’pretty… so soft…” he admits, his warm tongue circling your nipples.

“r-ryu…!! not right now… i wanna pass this test.. we can after…” you whimper, a wet spot forming in the middle of your panties due to him touching you in your most sensitive places and his words just got you so wet! yeah, you wanted to pass the test, but you’ve been so needy for him all week! your hands between your thighs wishing it was your boyfriends fingers instead of your own.

“c’mon pretty… jus’ wanna have some fun with you… missed you by the way….” he says before kissing your soft lips with need.

“mmf… r-ryusei… wan’ you sooo bad… missed you too…so much…” you whine, pulling him to the bed.

oh he swears that your whimpers alone can make him cum.

…

“r-ryu!! stop teasing me—mmm…!!” you pout, yearning for more of him.

he’s got his fingers on your clothed cunt while his tongue is licking and sucking your nipples, his big, burly fingers circling your clit very slowly.

“you needy girl… so greedy f’more, hm?” he teases once more before moving down to kiss you all over, his hands on your hips.

he reaches down to your slit and teases you about how needy you are before giving a kiss to the wet spot and taking your panties off, practically drooling at the sight of it.

“so wet… and it’s all f’me, right angel?” he coos at you before inserting his middle and ring finger inside of your gummy walls and licking your at clit.

“m—mhm…! all for you ryu….haah—“ that familiar sensation in your stomach is building up and your whimpers are getting louder and your cunt is getting more soaked.

everything he does makes your brain feel so fuzzy in the moment. all you can whine and babble about is his name! he’s really got you dumb on his fingers and tongue!

“yer gonna cum soon aren’t you? can feel yer cunt squeezing my fingers, pretty…” he coos into your pussy, like you could understand any of his words right now. “it’s a shame you can’t understand me right now though… yer body’s so sensitive…”

“r—ryu!! m’gonna cum… cumm—mmf..!!” you moan as your orgasm washes over you, your fluids everywhere on his arm and fingers.

“aww…. you needy girl…” he laughs before going up to kiss you all over your boobs again.

…

his cock makes you really, really dumb! rubbing it back and forth on your slit now coated with his pre before actually putting it in makes your brain all fuzzy.

“going dumb on my cock now, hm? haven’t even put it in yet, silly girl….”

“ryu…. you’re so mean….haah—…” you pout, but not for long before he puts his whole cock inside of you.

“mm!! ryusei—! s—so big… mmf… s’gonna break me…” you babble, digging and scratching your nails into his muscular back.

he thinks it’s so cute when you get like this! you’re just so pretty whining about how big his cock is.

“ryuuu….! m’gonna cum again! pleaseeee…”

how can he deny such a request from a pretty girl like you?

“mmff… im gonna cum too, baby… cum f’me..”

….

“you okay, angel? did i go too rough?” he says, grabbing you a water bottle.

“no… i liked it actually..” you admit, blush on your face.

“y’know.. you still got yer test you gotta study for..”

“ryu!”

[naomiarai]

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 ! ───────── 𝝑𝝔　  

𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 + 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

░ pairing : enha hyung line × fem!reader • genre : smut • warnings : doggy, spanking, degradation, praise, cum denial, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, bulge kink, breeding kink, pet names, missionary, reverse cow girl, anal (f.rec), cowgirl, tit sucking, overstimulation.

[ ░ ] 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ! ──── 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒

an absolute ass person, always his hands on it. so it isn’t a surprise that he manages to have your face buried in the sheets every time you have sex.

you feel hot tears streaming down your face as you slightly lift up your face from the sheets of your shared bedroom. heeseung’s been teasing you for quite a while now, inserting the tip of his cock in but never bottoming out completely. you’re needy and desperate, but all you can do is beg until he decided to fulfill your wish. “please, p-put it in” you say for what feels like the hundredth time, trying to push your hips backwards. you hear him laugh behind you, bending down so that his chest is pressed firmly against your back to whisper in your ear, “mhm? wan’ my cock baby? is that it?” he asks mockingly, pressing a wet kiss to your ear. shivers run down your spine at that, as you nodd vigorously. you gasp as he almost immediately pushes inside of you, your tight walls sucking him right in.

“ah-! fuck—!” you let out when he snaps his hips into your ass. you prop yourself on your palms, one of your hands slipping between your legs to rub your clit. but just as you do, heeseung smacks your hand away, cock plunging into your pussy even harder. “ungrateful slut, begging for cock and now you want more?” he growls, his tone dripping with venom. you don’t get to reply as only painful whimpers leave your mouth when his hand comes down to slap your ass, definitely marking it red. you cry out when he pushes your face down onto the sheets, angling your hips so he can hit deeper. “please—! too big–too much hnng!” you whine and moan into the sheets, which are now damp with tears. heeseung keeps hitting your sweet spot, which leaves you dazed and has your thighs shaking uncontrollably. “shit— don’t you dare fucking cum, gonna fill you up and you better keep it in” he rasps at you, and your body jerks at the thought of not letting go. but before you know it, you feel his dick spill wet liquid that coat your gummy walls in white. the warm feeling has almost cumming but he instantly pulls out. you whine out loud in pure loss of pleasure, but it only results in a slap on your ass. “if you’re going to act like a slut, you’ll get treated like one” heeseung says calmly, but out of breath as prodds his tip against your opening once again.

[ ░ ] 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ! ──── 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒

i view jay with largely bulge kink + daddy kink and missionary just plays along with it! he loves putting you in a mating press and pressing the bulge in your stomach, when he fills you up <33

you wrap your arms around jay’s neck as he presses kisses to your neck, his hair tickling your ear. you feel his tip at your entrance, slowly slipping in he presses his lips onto yours, grinning. “yeah? you like that?” he whispers against your lips as he sets his pace, sliding his dick in and out of your wet hole. your body fills with immense pleasure, the feeling too heavenly to keep your eyes open. jay’s hands now rest on either side of your head, hips angled to hit even deeper inside. “hnng—! so big, s-seong!” you cry out, toes curling in. his hand pats your cheek, his eyes dark, “is that what you really want to call me, sweetheart?” he says, drilling his dick into your pussy faster.

your tits bounce and shake at the sudden increase in pace, mouth barely open as you manage to find your words. “mm! no, d-daddy” you let out in a broken whisper, legs wrapping around his waist tighter. he chuckles at you, his eyes trailing down to the visible bulge in your stomach. your hips buck up slightly when he presses it, your eyes rolling back. “too big for you baby? such a tight pussy you’ve got princess” he tells you, voice deep. walls sucking him in, you nod, pulling him closer as it all becomes too much, tears streaming down your face. jay presses his hand against the bulge in your stomach again, snapping his cock into your sensitive cunt again and again, which has your body shaking and screams let out. it’s too much to the point it slightly starts to hurt, but you can’t get yourself to want to spit out your safeword either, which only has you babbling. “ah-ah! holy fuck- daddy! daddy!” you whine and scream out, the deep feeling in your stomach having you want to cum. jay’s face scrunches up, he can feel the way your walls pulsate around his shaft. “shit— i’m gonna fill up, b-breed you nice and full” he rasps out, voice wavering. the mere thought of him filling you up with his cum has you unraveling, your orgasm hitting you hard as jay squirts inside you as well.

[ ░ ] 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ! ──── 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅

another ass lover. jake would you take you in any position, but he just loves to watch you drown in pleasure and move on his cock, with your ass shaking. <3

you seat yourself on jake’s cock, your back facing him as he suddenly tucks your legs beneath his. you sigh at the feeling of his dick stretching your walls out, the slight pain so pleasureable. “c’mon, baby, ride it” you hear him whisper from behind you as you slowly move your hips and slide his cock in and out of your hole, bottoming out each time. jake’s hands rest in your hips, rubbing your sides as you pick up your pace. “mm—! s-so good” you whimper out, the slide of his cock driving you crazy. it’s almost an automatic motion now—your pussy constantly engulfing his dick, coating it again and again with wetness. jake watches intently at the way your ass presses againt his thighs each time your cunt suck him.

you’re now fully bouncing on him, the moans let out uncontrollably loud, but you’re voice hitches when you feel a certain finger prodd at your tighter hole. “j-jake, fuck” you moan out, head turning to your left to take a look at him as you slightly slow down. “shh, sugar, you’ll take it, yeah?” he whispers before inserting his finger into your puckered rim. the new feeling has you tightening around both his cock and finger. jake chuckles deeply at that, muttering out curses when you resume your fast pace again. his finger still rubs and slips inside your ass as you chase your high, the bubbling feeling in your stomach only being increased with his finger inside of you. “god— you love this don’t you? wan’ me to fill your ass huh?” he groans out at that you eagerly clench around his finger while bouncing. your eyes roll back at his words, nodding, “mhm! mhm! fuck yes—need your big cock inside there !” you tell him shamelessly, as you instantly cum, shrieking in the process. jake finishes almost right after you, pulling out to shoot his seed over your ass hole; he positions his tip almost immediately at your tighter hole, slipping only the tip in.

[ ░ ] 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ! ──── 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅

i feel like hoon has a thing for tits and a huge corruption kink, so having your tits in his face and watching you break down on his cock is just his type </3

you’re dripping all over, nipples impossibly hard and you could cry. sunghoons been cockwarming you for quite while now and he wouldn’t fuck you, nothing. and you are trying so hard to keep composure and prevent your self from squirming around. but all you can do is try and beg. resting your hands on his chest, you press a kiss to his jawline, trying to tempt him and you swear you saw him almost give in. “hoon, p-please, need you” you say for what feels like the hundredth time. sunghoon sighs, his hands rubbing over your ass, “yeah? and you’ll take it like a good girl?” he replies, to which you finally light up and nod eagerly, pussy clenching around his shaft.

his mouth latches onto your breast, sucking on your nipple while he retrieves his hand from your ass to squeeze the other one. you finally start to move on his cock, bouncing on it. sunghoon pulls away, slipping his fingers inside your mouth to suck on, as his dick plunged into your hole. “such a good slut, so obedient f’ me” he praises, retrieving his fingers to play with your bouncing tits. your legs start to shake as your gummy walls keep sucking him in, wet and lewd noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “fuck—hnng! so good” you cry out, mind completely clouded by the pleasure his cock provides. if the knot in your stomach wasn’t tight, it certainly was now as sunghoon fucks into you from below, his pace fast and rough. you break almost immediately, squirting all over his cock, your body weak and hands holding onto him to stay up. but he dosen’t slow down at all, the tip of his cock still spearing at your cervix. “h-hoon, i just came, shit! c-can’t..” you whimper out helplessly, tears flowing down your eyes. sunghoon simply wipes them away, tapping your cheek, “you begged for cock, now you’re gonna take it till i stop”

[megaman-fluffcanons]

Since we got wedding head canons for X and Zero I would very much like to know how they would propose/react to being proposed to

X:

Being proposed to: X would be quite surprised, having to take a few seconds to process that you, the love of his life, are proposing to him. He immediately pulls you into a hug while say ‘yes’ over and over, that he loves and adores you so much

Proposing: He would be a nervous wreck, having prepared a few things to say beforehand, but as he goes to actually propose, those words go right out the window so he just has to improvise

Zero:

Being proposed to: Zero is also a little surprised, as he had been planning to do the same, but doesn’t mind that you beat him to it. He doesn’t have to take a moment to process, he’ll pull you into a hug and tell you how much he loves you before telling you yes. 

Proposing: He’s actually surprisingly confident, already having a few things to say as he proposes to you. However, he does get a little nervous as he awaits your response.

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Good Morning

Dad! Bang Chan x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Sweet Morning time activities Warnings: SMUT, oral (both receiving) unprotected p in v (Plz use protection) fingering. A/N: I hope this was close to what my sweet anon wanted! Thank y'all for your patience on getting these fics out! And thank you so much for your love and support for Dad! Chan. Please comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Requests are OPEN

Chan’s lips meet your neck as the sun begins to shine through your bedroom window. You stir awake, the feeling comforting and familiar. You smile as you awake from your slumber, a soft moaning escaping your throat as you feel his teeth graze your soft skin.

“Good morning,” he mumbles in your ear, the deep voice Aussie drawls. Chan’s voice has always been attractive, but mix in his morning voice and your practically a puddle.

“Good morning,” you smile lazily at him as his lips connect to yours in a sweet kiss. At first it's subtle, Chan’s tongue ghosts over you bottom lip, teasing you. But when you don’t push him off he runs his tongue over your lip again, and you separate your lips.

His tongue runs over yours, both of you moaning quietly as the kiss deepens. Your fingers find the ends of his hair on his neck. You can feel him smile against your lips as his hand rubs your side up and down.

“So sweet,” he almost whimpers against your lips.

“Wanna taste,” he mumbles as his lips move down to your neck. You smile as you feel his knee come between your legs, causing your sleep dress to hike up. You feel his sharp teeth drag across your soft skin, no doubt marking your collar bone. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he licks over the spot.

He helps you sit up and drags the sleep dress over your head revealing your naked body. Chan licks his lips as he gently pushes you back against the mattress.

He begins to kiss down your chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple, his cock growing harder in his boxers with every sound you make.

Quiet gasps, little moans as your nails lightly scratch his scalp, all of it making him a desperate mess.

He kisses down your abdomen, slowly, savoring the moment and building your anticipation.  

He notices you squirming and bites down on your thigh as he settles between your legs.

“Ah, Chan,” you gasp. He smirks as he kisses the area, kissing his way to your folds.

“Mm, so pretty,” he praises and you blush with a quiet groan, trying to push his face closer.

“Baby,” you whine your thighs lightly pressing against his head. He rubs them before locking his arms around them and pulling you down slight. His tongue lips a stripe up your soaking cunt, collecting your taste on his tongue and he moans.

“So sweet,” he murmurs as he dives in like a man starved. Your hips jerk at the force of his tongue, your body arching every so slightly, the feeling going straight to your stomach.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp as your eyes shut. Chan looks up at you, one breast in hand as your hips shift under him. His tongue does figure eight’s on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Gasps can be heard as he inserts his middle finger, achingly slow, he starts to pump in and out, while still massaging your bud.

“Fuck,” you choke out as your hips roll to meet his thrusts.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. He adds another finger, his tongue moving impossibly faster.

“Oh God,” you cry out as he picks up the pace with his fingers. Choked out gasps leave your mouth as your head spins, the euphoric feeling close.

“I’m close,” you whimper out. He goes what you can only imagine would be described as super sonic speed, wet sounds filling the room along with your noises.

“Fuck, baby, yes- ah, just like that, oh fuck,” your legs shake as your body explodes, the feeling washing over you as he fucks you through your first high. But he isn’t finished, he slows down, letting you come down but his tongue reattaches to your sensitive bud.

“AH, Chan,” your legs shake with the direct contact and over stimulation.

“Come on baby, one more,” he kisses your thigh as he pumps his fingers. Your hips roll with his thrusts again, his fingers curling to hit your sweet spot.

“Ah, Chris,” you whimper. He keeps his fingers inside you but crawls up to kiss your lips, causing you to taste yourself. His forehead rests on yours as his fingers pump in and out quickly. He feels your walls contract around his fingers, and his own cock starts to become uncomfortable.

Your mouth falls open as your next wave of pleasure hits, your whole body going stiff as it shakes under him. Chan kisses your neck, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“Fuck,” you breathe out with your chest heaving as you catch your breath. You kiss Chan’s lips passionately.

“Get on your back,” you command and he pulls his fingers out of you cleaning them before doing what you told him to.

You take his cock out of his boxers, the tip leaking and red. You lick your lips before pumping him a few times, a sharp hiss leaving his mouth.

“Ah,” he chuckles at your teasing as your thumb rubs over his slit. His smile is one of the most beautiful things you ever seen and your heart swells before you slowly wrap your lips around his thick cock. A gasp leaves Chan’s mouth as you slowly sink down, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Gnah,” he gasps, as he wills himself to look at you. His hand finding the back of your head, not to force you but just to hold onto you, to help ground him.

“Fuck,” he whimpers as your tongue swirls around him. The saltiness hits your tongue and you moan around him, causing vibrations to be sent through him. His head tilts back as he moans his mouth agape. You pump what little bit you can’t fit in your mouth as you accelerate your speed.

Moans and whimpers leave his mouth, and you start to feel it twitch when Chan gently pulls you up.

“I wanna be in you,” he says before smashing your lips together. You reach down, teasing his slit one last time and he shutters. He lays you on your back, lining himself up at your entrance.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Ready,” you breathe as he slowly pushes in, both of you moaning.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts.

“Fuck,” he says as he shifts his hips backwards, only to slam them back into you and you gasp as his cock hits that perfect little spot inside you. His head drops to your shoulder as he ruts into you like a dog in heat. You can feel his hot breath on your collarbone, his groans causing your walls to contract around him, causing him to moan and groan more.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Look at how well you’re taking my cock,” he whispers in your ear.

“Fuck,” his hips speed up faster as his fingers go down to your clit. He starts to rub circles, furiously, against it.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chokes out as he rests his forehead on yours.

“Harder,” you whimper and he obliges, with both his hand and hips.

“Oh shit, fuck I’m close, I’m close.” You whimper as the tightening in your stomach hits.

“Ah, Chan,” your hands go this back, nails scratching down it, as your body explodes. The feeling of your nails pushing Chris over the edge as he comes with you. Both of you riding your high out together as you feel the warmth he spreads within you.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out as Chan pulls out of you out of breath.

“Well good morning,” he chuckles and you roll over to him resting your head on his sweaty chest.

“Good morning,” you say as you press a kiss to it. Chan takes your hand, holding you close to him.

“Y/n,” he asks.

“Hmm?” you watch as he mindlessly plays with your fingers. After a beat of silence you look up at him.

“I love you.” He smiles and your heart skips a beat.

“I love you too, Channie,” you kiss his lips passionately. This is the first time Chan has ever told you he loved you. It's a moment you know you'll cherish.

“Eomma!” Hwan busts through the door and you yank the covers up to make sure you’re covered.

“Appa!” He yells dragging his Wolf Chan plush with him.

 “Breakfast!!” He shouts as he jumps on the bed. You look at your boyfriend before bursting out into fits of laughter.

“All right buddy,” Chan says as he puts your little boy down on the floor.

“Go to the kitchen, I’ll meet you there.” Hwan runs as fast as his little legs will take him.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes please,” you say before kissing him again.

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[spencerreidenjoyer]

MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR

from the start | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.

wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)

You aren’t complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again. 

You’d met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar. 

You’d brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. You’d gotten him into your bed when he’d confessed he’d never done anything like this before, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, you’d given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning he’d bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that you’d like to see him again.

“It’ll be less intimidating like this,” you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesn’t move, so you turn your head to look at him. 

Spencer frowns. “I thought– I wanted to see your face.”

“You’re sweet, darling,” you chuckle. “Come on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?” 

Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. You’re on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he can’t take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.

Spencer had been a bumbling mess as you’d kissed him, as you’d undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. “You know you can touch me, right?” You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. “Take all the time you need, baby.”

Spencer’s large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches. 

You don’t say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory. 

His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. “I’m going to…” Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance. 

You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencer’s lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencer’s voice is strained. “You feel so warm. You’re so tight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m not sure if you’re goin​​g to be able to fit,” you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. “You’re going to have to make it fit, won’t you?”

Spencer’s eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. “Yes– Yes, ma’am.”

“Ugh, you’re so cute– Oh!” You gasp as Spencer’s finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. “Mm, right there, fuck–”

Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that – he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. You’re basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. “Hmm, baby?”

“I want to- I wanna taste you,” Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.

“You- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?” You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart.  

Spencer scoffs. “I think I should ask you the same.”

“Eat me out, Spencer,” you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs. 

You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you. 

“You’re stupidly good at this,” you moan, your face buried in his pillows as you’re barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder. 

You want to come right now, but you know it’ll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencer’s buried inside of you. You don’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.

“Spencer, baby,” you coo. “Wanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.”

A high whine leaves Spencer’s throat, and he’s quick to pull away from you, as fast as he’d put his mouth on you earlier. “Please! Please, I need to–”

You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing. 

“You gonna fuck me good, baby?” You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass. 

“Yes– Yes, ma’am,” Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. “Can- Can I?” 

“Please, baby,” you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencer’s cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but you’re lining him up with your hole. “You know what to do.”

It doesn’t take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. There’s uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until he’s buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. “Oh! That feels good, baby.”

You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. “Hurts,” he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothe. “I’ll make it feel better, yeah?” 

“Please,” Spencer whimpers. “Need you.”

You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what he’s been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him. 

You would ask how he’s doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and he’s holding onto your hips with a death grip, like he’ll lose all sense of himself if he isn’t holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all. 

“Pretty boy,” you groan. “You fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my God–”

Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. “Feels good, so good, please–” 

“Fuck me, baby,” you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he can’t control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.”

Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. “Fuck, oh, God–”

“You’re so deep inside of me, baby,” you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. “You feel so good, darling.”

“Think– I’m gonna– Hhrghh– I’m not gonna last long,” Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when he’s buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that. 

“Cum, baby,” you groan, not unaffected by Spencer’s eager, frantic fucking. “Inside of me.”

He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencer’s little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. It’s a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body. 

Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate. 

“Thank you,” he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencer’s cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby,” you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. It’s sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. “You were really good. Was that good for you too?”

“Couldn’t you tell from how fast and how hard I came?” Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy. 

You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. “Even if you did, it was extremely endearing.”

“I think you just like corrupting me or something,” Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.

You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Maybe I do.”