#because I’d completely forgotten about it

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Melted by a Lascivious Night

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Smut | Explicit Content | NSFW | MDNI

CW: Nipple play, Fingering

Liam: “Chocolates containing an aphrodisiac are becoming popular.”

It was in the early afternoon when Liam brought me such a rumor.

Liam: “Their slogan seems to be that 'you can understand your lover’s true desires.'”

Liam: “There are things you can’t say, like things you put up with because you love someone, right?”

Liam: “Especially at night… So, it seems like it’s used between lovers to deepen their relationship.”

One night, I'd completely forgotten that I had ever heard such a trivial rumor.

Ellis: “Ah, that’s right. Kate, look at this.”

Ellis made me some hot milk before I went to bed because it was going to be a little cold tonight.

During our casual conversation, he pulled out a small box, opened the lid, and showed it to me.

Kate: “Is that a…heart-shaped…chocolate?”

Kate: “It’s cute. And it looks delicious.”

Ellis: “It's one of those things that Liam was talking about."

Kate: “Things Liam was talking ab--… I can’t believe it!”

Ellis: “Yeah, it seems to contain an aphrodisiac. I got it from Ellie at the bar.”

Ellis: “Eat with your lover, that’s good, please go ahead.”

Ellis said this casually and I just stared at him blankly.

Kate: “That’s just a rumor…”

Ellis: “Shall we try it out?”

Kate: “Eh!?”

Ellis: “Kate, you’re so kind… there must be a lot of things you can’t say.”

Kate: “That’s not true.”

Ellis: “…Really?”

He tilted his head to look and me and I was at a loss for words.

(Things I can’t say to Ellis…)

The relationship between Ellis and I was as sweet and as close as lovers,

But like the twilight between evening and night, the outline was vague.

I was afraid that this ambiguous relationship would shatter,

I did feel like there were times where I had to shove the words down my throat.

Ellis: “I want to know… your feelings you usually can’t talk about.”

Ellis: “If I knew that, I’d be able to make you even happier.”

Kate: “That’s why you bought it…?”

Ellis: “That’s right.”

(Although Liam did say that he could ‘understand his lover’s true desires.’)

(It’s an aphrodisiac so if you eat it… you’ll feel that way, right?)

(Knowing that, I can’t believe he proposed this…)

Gradually, my chest began to feel a bit fuzzy.

Kate: “Ellis…”

“Would you share this chocolate with anyone, if it would make them happy?”

(Would it be wrong of me to ask this?)

(If you think your answer won’t make me happy, will you not tell me…?)

The words Ellis said to me were always sweet and kind.

Behind the scenes, he may be swallowing back many words.

My gaze was drawn to the aphrodisiac-laced chocolate, which ‘reveals what cannot be said.’

(…Ellis, if you try this, maybe you’ll tell me about it without hesitating?)

I was curious about Ellis’ true feelings—

Ellis: “…I won’t force you. If there’s something you don’t want to do, I don’t want to do it either..Ah.”

I picked up the chocolate and took a bold bite of half of it.

Kate: “Mm…Ellis, you too.”

Ellis: “…Huh?”

Kate: “Please, eat the other half.”

A look of hesitation appeared in Ellis’ eyes.

Kate: “I’d also like to know… The things that you ‘can’t say’.”

Ellis: “…Mm, got it.”

Ellis took the chocolate along with my fingertips and sucked away only the sweet treat.

Bracing ourselves for what might happen, the both of us enjoyed the chocolate…

Ellis: “……It’s just regular, delicious chocolate.”

Kate: “…Raspberry flavor?”

Ellis: “Yeah. I think I might like this flavor.”

Kate: “…Hehe. Maybe it was just a way to create a good atmosphere between two lovers.”

I suddenly relaxed my shoulders and burst out laughing.

(Thinking about it calmly, I realize that I’ve done something outrageous…)

(Thank goodness nothing happened.)

We spent some time together, sharing our impressions of the chocolate and drinking hot milk.

We continued talking with the same sense of distance as before—and by the time I finished washing the mug, it was time to head back to my room.

(…Huh?)

Kate: “Ellis… my face seems to feel hot for some reason.”

Ellis: “…I was about to say the same thing. Kate, your face is red. Do you have a fever?”

The moment Ellis’ hand touched my forehead—

Kate: “Aah…gh!?”

A tingly, electric current-like sensation of pleasure ran through me.

(Wh-what was that just now…?)

Ellis: “Kate, maybe…”

(Is this the effect of the aphrodisiac…?)

Kate: “Then, Ellis, you’re feeling it too…?”

I gently touched Ellis’ cheek.

Ellis: “Nngh…”

Ellis’ shoulders trembled and he let out a stifled cry.

Ellis: “…It seems so.”

A hot breath escapes, tickling my forehead.

Just from that, I could feel a warmth slowly pooling deep in my belly.

(No way… It was real.)

Ellis: “…it’s just fine, let’s give it a try.”

Ellis: “Tell me everything you can’t normally tell me, and everything you want me to do.”

Ellis: “I’ll make it happen and make you happy.”

Kate: “Ah…ngh.”

As Ellis’ fingertips gently caressed the back of my neck, a sweet numbness went down my spine and I nearly collapsed from the waist down.

Kate: “Uh I, Ellis…wait.”

Ellis: “Yeah, I’ll wait. Until you can forget all your embarrassment and fears and can be honest with yourself.”

--

Late at night, the air in the room was filled with the sound of both of our ragged breathing.

Kate: “Haah…aah…”

Ellis: “Haah… Are you okay? Shall I bring you some water?”

When it became too hard for me to stand, Ellis carried me to my bed.

He was sitting in a chair a short distance from the bed, caring for me.

(My body is hot…Just the feeling of the sheets rubbing against me makes me feel strange…)

Ellis: “Here, water… fufu… that’s pretty effective.”

(It should be the same for Ellis too…)

Although the same aphrodisiac should have made his body burn with excitement, Ellis was only thinking about me.

The feelings I had when I took a bite of the chocolate earlier came back to me.

Ellis: “…What is it, did you want to say something?”

Ellis: “Tell me, Kate… I want to hear your feelings.”

Kate: “Ellis, no matter who the other person is… you’ll do anything to make them happy.”

Kate: “Is that why you ate the chocolate with me…? Even if you didn’t want to?”

Ellis: “…”

Ellis: “Is that what you couldn’t say? Did you eat the chocolate just so you could hear my answer?”

Ellis: “Hey… why do you want to know that?”

Kate: “It’s…”

(Because I want Ellis to take good care of me.)

(I don’t want Ellis to be unhappy.)

(And then… maybe because I…)

(I wanted him to say “I at it because it was you,”…?)

Once I realized my feelings, I suddenly felt embarrassed, and my ears started to get hot

Ellis: “Fufu, you’re quiet… Even though you ate chocolate with an aphrodisiac in it, you still can’t say anything?”

Ellis: “I think… I can tell you. I don’t care how it ends up, I’ll answer exactly what you want to ask.”

Ellis: “If it made someone happy, I’d eat some chocolate.”

My chest ached, but soon a gentle voice came to soothe the pain.

Ellis: “But, I don’t eat with other people anymore.”

Ellis: “That’s what you were wondering about, right?... Am I right?”

Seeing through the reason why I couldn’t say anything, Ellis smiled, his cheeks looking hotter than usual.

Kate: “Why do you… go to such lengths to try and make me happy?”

Ellis: “That’s…”

Like the last ray of light of the setting sun disappearing from the horizon,

The vague smile on Ellis’ face suddenly disappeared.

Ellis: “Because, I like you…I guess.”

Ellis: “Making time stop for the person I love, at the moment of their greatest happiness, is what makes me happy.”

It was a very calm, gentle, and yet… terrifyingly dark voice.

(Is it true, that you like me?)

(What do you mean by stop time? Why does that make you happy?)

I resisted the urge to ask.

(I’m still afraid to find out.)

(… “This chocolate reveals your true desires”… what a lie.)

Even though I couldn’t ask what I really wanted to ask, the artificial, carnal desire created by the aphrodisiac only grew.

Ellis: “Kate, you look like you’re in pain… Would you hate being touched?”

Kate: “Haah… No… I don’t mind.”

I shook my head gently and Ellis sat down on the bed.

Ellis: “I’ll make it easier for you. It might be embarrassing if I do it from the front…”

I was made to sit, leaning against Ellis, as he hugged me from behind.

Ellis: “Haah… I’ll touch you then…. Fufu, I’m feeling dizzy.”

Ellis: “Where do you want me to touch you? Your chest? Or lower?”

Kate: “Anywhere… Wherever you want to touch, Ellis.”

Ellis: “Ngh… Haah, that’s not fair.”

Ellis: "…Then, let’s start with here.”

Kate: “Fuuh—aahh..!”

He kissed me on the ear and my body went sweetly numb.

Kate: “Do you like this…?”

Ellis: “Mmm…You look like you’re feeling good… I love looking at you.”

Kate: “Nnngh…. Haa—aahh….”

Just by the light kisses on my ear and neck, I could feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter.

The tips of my breasts were gently stimulated by my blouse and corset.

Craving a decisive thrill, a tingling sensation began to build up deep in my belly.

Kate: “Nngh… Ellis…!”

I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together, making a wet, squelching sound, and my sense of shame was driven ever further.

Ellis: “I guess, unless I touch you here… the pain won’t go away?”

Ellis’ hands touched my stomach, then my belly button, and then down.

As if responding to the hand slowly slipping under my skirt, my thighs loosened on their own.

Kate: “Aaah….!”

Ellis: “Wow… that’s amazing. It seems like it was really painful… you were able to endure it well.”

As if to praise me for being a good girl, his fingertips slipped into my damp underwear and rubbed there gently.

Kate: “Ah, no, no…!”

After just a few repetitions, my body, which was still stimulated from the aphrodisiac, easily climaxed.

The core of my head went numb, and a feeling of euphoria instantly released me from the tormenting ache in my body, enveloping my entire body.

Kate: “Hngh! Haah…!”

Ellis: “Haah… Kate, let me see your face.”

Kate: “Nngh…”

Ellis: “…Fufu, you look so happy… If I make you feel even better, maybe it can be the happiest.”

(More, full…)

As if drawn in by those words, a fire was instantly lit deep inside my body again.

As if sensing my throbbing, Ellis’ fingertips now found a more painful spot, deeper than the one he had stroked earlier.

Ellis: “Can I touch you here?”

(Ellis, do you want to touch me? Or are you just responding because I want you to touch me?)

Even though I was too scared to ask, my heart burned with the desire to know.

Kate: “Ellis, I want you to… do as you please.”

Ellis: “As I please…”

Ellis: “…So, what should I do?”

Ellis’ hot, seductive breath overflowed behind my ear.

Ellis: “My head is all messed up… I can’t tell if it’s you that want me to do it, or if it’s me that wants to do it…”

Ellis: “It’s important…but,”

His fingertips hesitantly went back and forth over the surface of the slickened spot.

Kate: “Aah, aaagh… Aaagh!”

(It feels like I’m being teased… It’s painful.)

(But… Ellis seems to be in more pain.)

Ellis: “Hey, Kate… Tell me you want it.”

Kate: “…gh!”

Ellis: “…Please want it.”

Ellis was the one begging desperately to get me to beg him… and it made my chest feel tight.

(It feels like Ellis wants me to want it… he wants a reason to touch me.)

(Maybe it’s because of the aphrodisiac and I’m going crazy too?)

Kate: “Y-yes… please…!”

Ellis: “….ngh”

Kate: “Ahh, Aaah…!!”

His fingers entered inside with slick sound.

With just a few strokes, I easily reached orgasm, and I arched my back.

I rubbed the back of my head against Ellis’ chest and he showered kisses on my forehead.

Kate: “Nngh… Aah… gh”

Ellis: “Haah…You’re so cute, Kate.”

Ellis: “Did it feel good? Or is it still not enough…”

When he picked me up again, I felt something hot from Ellis against my backside and I instinctively reacted, my insides clenching around his fingers.

(If you really want to do it, Ellis.)

(If the reason is because I’m special to you)

I’m almost tempted to think that it would be okay to just give my body up to him.

Maybe at that moment, I’ll feel the happiest.

(Don’t think about it now… Don’t say it.)

(Maybe it’s the aphrodisiac, I don’t know.)

Kate: “Ellis… Gah, Aah, wait, that’s intense…gh!”

Ellis: “Haah… Kate, you’re so cute… I’ll make you feel even better.”

Without even understanding each other’s true desires,

I was simply drowning in the sweet pleasures that Ellis gave me—

--

Ellis: “Ah, Kate, good morning.”

The next morning, I felt a little awkward when I showed up in the dining room, but Ellis greeted me as usual.

Kate: “G…Good morning, Ellis.”

Ellis: “There were some delicious new items at the bakery this morning, so I bought some. Let’s eat them together.”

Kate: “Yeah… They really do look delicious.”

As I sat down next to him, he softly whispered in my ear.

Ellis: “Yesterday… I couldn’t get an answer at the end because you fell asleep…”

Ellis: “How happy does it make you when I touch you like that…?”

Kate: “…!”

Also, something dark was squirming in the depths of Ellis’ dusk-colored eyes.

Kate: “…I’m so happy that I can try this new bread with you, Ellis…”

Ellis: “…”

Ellis: “…Fufu, I see.”

Ellis: “Then I think I can make you even happier.”

Something dark was hidden behind his calm, carefree smile.

(Someday… If we can both be honest with each other without fear.)

(I wonder if the day will come when I can say I’m the happiest.)

I wished that day would come, but I also wished it wouldn’t.

An unknown sense of foreboding filled my heart—

[dixonsdarkelf]

New Girl in New England: Connor MacManus & Fem!Reader

Summary: This is your first winter in Boston, having recently moved there from somewhere warm, and it’s your first experience with snow. While trying to learn how to scrape the ice off your car, a certain Irishman offers his help.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1k (this was supposed to be a drabble, but here we are lmao)

Warnings: I actually don’t think there’s any for this one!

A/N: Me, posting twice in one week? Crazy. Also, this is my first time writing for Connor! He’s really grown on me recently, and I got this idea the other day after going out into the snowy hell that is a Midwestern winter. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I’d love to keep writing with him. Also those eyes??? Are you kidding me??? Hello??? I kept the place reader moved from vague, so you can choose wherever. I hope you like it 🖤

“How do you even use this thing?” you groaned, spinning the scraper around in your hands. Your fingers trembled lightly as the bitter winter chill penetrated the material of your gloves, nipping at your skin. You’d severely underestimated how thick your hand protection should be.

This was your first New England winter, having just recently moved to Boston for work a couple of weeks prior. This was also your first go-round with snow and ice, and in trying to plan your move, you’d completely forgotten to learn how to acclimate to the weather. And now here you were—standing on the curb, your window coated in ice, with a tool in your hand that you’d never see before, let alone knew how to use.

In the throes of your frustration, you almost didn’t notice the friendly Irish accent cutting through the frosty air. “Yer new to this, aren’t ye?”

Taking your attention off your car and shaking some hair away that’d fallen in your face, you noticed a man had approached. He was tall, and even from a few feet away, you could feel he was having to look down to meet your gaze. His hair was a light brown, somewhere between pecan and hickory, and his sapphire eyes were piercing, nearly slicing right through the agitation fogging up your mind. And above all, there was his Irish accent. It was soft, easy on the ears, and quickly turning your heart into a puddle. You could listen to him talk for hours.

“Is it that obvious?” you sighed, keeping your tone light and sprinkling in a laugh, doing your best to mask your frustration, “just moved here.” You held up the tool in your hand, spinning it to show off the different angles. “Never even seen one of these before.”

“Ye need a hand?” he asked, gesturing to your car.

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t accept help from a stranger, a random man nonetheless. But something about his presence felt safe, warm, and comfortable. Still, you didn’t want to burden someone you didn’t know. “I can’t ask you to do that,” you protested.

He smiled at your opposition, his pearly whites on full display. His infectious grin made your heart skip a beat. “Don’t recall ye askin’,” he argued, “believe I offered.”

He was right, and you knew that. You had no idea what you were doing, and without some help, you’d likely be there all night. You exhaled deeply, your breath whirling around your head like cigarette smoke.

“You’re a saint,” you gushed, holding your ice scraper out for him to take. As he took it, you could feel the heat radiating off his touch through your gloves, and the small contact was already warming you from the inside out.

“Not a saint, lass.” You stepped back to give him room, and he began working on your windshield, first sweeping the snow off with the brush on one end of the scraper. You smiled softly, and blood rushed to your cheeks at the affectionate pet name. “Just wanted to help.”

You watched closely while he worked. He was precise, moving swiftly like it was second nature to him, like he’d done this a thousand times before. Because he probably had.

“Won’t that break the glass?” you inquired once he started using the flat end of the tool to remove the thick layer of ice on your windshield. He seemed to be using a fair amount of force, enough that you were worried about potential damage to your new ride. He chuckled, clearly amused by your naivety, the sweet sound permeating the cold like a heat wave.

“No, ye won’t break it. Ye scrape the ice off, not smack it,” the beautiful stranger explained, checking to make sure you were watching before he continued. Pulling your stunning peepers from his face was harder than you would’ve liked to admit, but you obliged.

After a couple of minutes, he handed the scraper back to you, your windshield now ice and snow-free. “There ye go. Should be good now.”

The smile you graced him with could’ve lit the entire city, and it made the Irishman’s heart flutter. “What’s your name?”

“Christ, I’m so sorry, where are my manners?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Name’s Connor. What’s yers?”

“Y/N,” you replied, resting the scraper on your car across the wipers.

“Beautiful name,” he mused. When he spoke to you, he kept his gaze respectful, his baby blues hardly leaving your face or breaking eye contact. A small laugh slipped through your lips at his honeyed words. There was a sparkle in your eye when you laughed, and oh, did he love it.

“Well thank you, Connor,” you praised, nodding to your car and shoving your hands in your pockets, “for both the compliment and helping me with this.”

“No trouble, lass,” he assured, where were ye headed?”

You groaned softly and scowled. In the chaos of trying to de-ice your car and this stunning specimen stumbling upon you, you’d forgotten all about your original plans, which now sounded more like a nightmare. “Was supposed to head the store, but I’m just gonna walk to the coffee shop down the street instead. I’ll try driving in the snow another day.”

He seemed hesitant to ask his next question, but after a moment and another half-smile from you, he did. “Want some company?”

That little smile grew into a full one, making Connor’s stomach do backflip after backflip. “Yeah. I’d like that.” Waiting for him to take the lead, you strode up next to him, playfully tapping his arm with your elbow. “Be careful though. If things go well, I might ask you to teach me how to drive in this weather.”

He met your gaze again, his expression flirty this time. His tone was sincere, and there was a hint of something else. Excitement, it seemed—almost like he was looking forward to it. “Wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

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[the-stove-is-divorced]

The importance of infinite tabs, and double checking reblogs lol. 

But YEAH? Violently shaking my head in agreement I swear. The isolation has outright contaminated the characters from themselves! It’s so good because like, how are we doing the CHARACTERS wrong? How do I know, vaguely still, we don’t know her hobbies or interests, better than the show apparently does? Who is THIS Debbie? Who is THIS Mark? The complete refusal to let Mark reflect in ANY capacity to fucking anything anymore is driving me INSANE. Like, okay, sure, we’ve got only eight episodes, but can we still slow the fuck down?

Truly I feel like they’re ignoring Debbie, which is weird because she DOES get spotlight but it’s, again, defined by a romantic relationship, and maybe it’s the rampant pessimism in romance oriented explorations, but what about Olga???? Why not talk to HER? Honestly if there’s a “My Partner is a Super-Hero” meetings, are there any “My Ex Was a Real Super Villain”? Truly let Debbie her drink with her friend PLEASE. She truly needs to have something going on for her. She’s just ????? Sad, Angry Wife or Tired Mom. Can she be a person? 

And truly can we explain or elaborate in Cecil and Debbie???? No???? What the fuck not? Why establish this and then REFUSE TO ELABORATE????? I wanna see Debbie saying “I trust you to lie to me”, I wanna see Cecil say Debbie and see her say “it’s Deborah” or “it’s Grayson,” to establish what LITTLE trust she might’ve had has shattered further. Lemme see Debbie being outright hostile. Lemme see Debbie finding cameras or bugs and smashing them. Finding ways of finding them all. Heck, why not move? Find someone place she can sweep top to bottom and KNOW it’s not been GDA-infected. This could be drama!

Truly trying to give Mark this whole darker, edgy, anti-hero arc is set definition of RUSHING THINGS TOO QUICKLY. Bro you are BARELY a hero. You cannot have a NEW arc when you barely finished the last one. I’m getting whiplash. I don’t know who you ARE anymore. There’s no transition period for anything. It’s A then B. Check the scenes off the list! Moving on ALL THE TIME! I can’t even happily track Mark’s progress or contrast in his behaviors, (which I’d gladly do) because it’s just WHIPLASH. NO INTROSPECTION. WHO the fuck IS MARK GRAYSON ???

Again relating to Spider-Man, there’s an awe and dread when he puts on his darker suit because you KNOW he’s about to fuck some shit up and he’s ANGRY, because what the darker suit means and the classes suit means are WELL DEFINED. They come with differences in characterizations!!!! That’s still CONSISTENT at their core, like there a misconception venom made Peter angry like Peter isn’t an angry asf person. Like Mark could also be this kind of guilty, restrained, morally rigid character. 

Instead I am blanking ????? This is why i stick to guilty magnet Mark, and not like, s3 murder is okay except for when it’s not. 

Gimme me back traumatized Grayson family. I wanna see these mfs in SHAMBLES. Reasonable bad decisions. I wanna see what they THINK. I wanna see how they view things and how they change. 

And honestly yeah. Something like that. So many things get dropped and immediately forgotten like it wasn’t ever there??? Like okay cool animation moment, but what do we do with Mark’s love of comics? Is it escapism? Is it anything? Like, Mark is popular enough to be cosplayed, or even have products in his likeness? Already discussed before but is this money maker for heroes? Just one like about how Mark gets money from it, or it pays for damages would do wonders here but no. 

The 20 year thing always floors me because how have we had this much time to build and elevate the original material, and we have…this. Like huh???? Like okay yes limited budget and small studio and limited episodes but there is something to DO here. You did it better in s1, what happened after that??????

SCREAMING AT THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE YEAH !! Cradling the character bits with my shaky palms because I’m going insane over this barely explored mfs. Sometimes I shake the show and I get a puff of air. Vague smell of lint. Who the fuck is Duplikate or that bullet guy I forget existed until he spoke again. 

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[heyclickadee]

For the expression challenge I'd love to see Crosshair in 1 or Omega in 6!

Hi! And okay! Ssooooooo Crosshair in 1:

Not gonna lie, for some reason the angle on this one kind of kicked my butt, and I think the anatomy is still off, but it was fun. Crosshair’s all craggy and angled and made of a lot of interesting shapes, which honestly kind of makes him fun to draw.

Aaand then since I did one that was Omega in 6, here’s Omega in 8:

She’ll be fine. It’s just the Mantell Mix cart. It’s fine.

[arolesbianism]

Despite how much I suffered making my last isat au Aris sprite redraw, I decided to do it again and once again went through hell doing it. There’s like a billion mistakes in this (such as her having the wrong arm rip) but at the end of the day I’m still happy with how it turned out :]

[songofwizardry]

rereading ‘the long way to a small angry planet’ in probably… at least four or five years? and 1. I’d forgotten how much I loved this book, and I feel like my memory of it kinda flattens down the worldbuilding and sheer amount of character building in it, and it deserves better than that! and 2. it’s really interesting which bits of the book stick out to me more now than they did on my very first read

[gregmarriage]

this was meant to be a funny post, but then it got deep imao

not a relationship person, but i believe in their beliefs

[sluttyten]

I also always forget abt it then I think that when I see it 😭

I’m that way with a lot of people 😂 if I don’t see their tattoos regularly, I forget they have them

[tariah23]

I forgot about the refund that Best Buy hadn’t issued back to me for the tablet I’d ordered that was cancelled by them and the bank finally did their thing so thank god

[kisseobie]

car sex w/ piwon? them dropping you off to your house after hanging out at the dorms at night, and you start staring at their hands gripping the wheel for a bit long.. and things just develop (im a car girl don't blame me 🙏)

car sex with p1harmony

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: car sex is one of my biggest kinks so i’m def not judging girl :P oh also i’m dedicating this to my new bff @whimperly go support bella’s blog

listening to: diet pepsi by addison rae ♪

✶ keeho

kyo would look soooo delectable driving, especially late at night. you’re fighting sleep, the streetlights bright and hazy. he’s on aux, blasting sensual songs and humming along, reversing with his arm draped on your headrest for support, leaning his head back and driving with one hand. your window is down, your head peeking out slightly to bask in the cool air hitting your face, getting drunk on the feeling. you glance at your boyfriend and he catches it, smirking at you before turning his attention back to the road—but you can’t focus on anything but him. the air in the car is different now, you both already know where this is heading. when he eventually pulls into your driveway and halts the car, you’re wasting no time and pulling him into a needy kiss, whimpering out a crazed “i need you, kyo”, to which he just replies “bet” and gets to fucking work.

fucks you deep in the backseat of his fancy car, gives no care in the world for the mess you both are making, just wants to pound into your pussy until you’re whining out his name. the music is still on, ac on full blast, but it does nothing to prevent his sweat dripping onto your bare chest with every deep thrust of his practiced hips. after a few rounds of lovemaking i’d imagine he’d just lay with you, pulling your back to meet his chest, playing with your hair and stroking your tummy so sweetly <33 you two would quite literally get lost in each other

✶ theo

for yangie i’d imagine you both would be at a drive inn theatre date, the movie long forgotten as you’d be more preoccupied in swapping spit in his backseat. he’s wearing that leather jacket you oh so love, hair long and groomed and simple studs adorning his ears… tl:dr—he looks fine. at first it would start innocent, theo kissing your cheek as you got lost in the plot of the film, but he’d eventually grow bored and start sucking into the nape of your neck, not missing the way you’d rub your thighs together at the contact. after an impromptu makeout session, he’d whisper some shit into your ear about finding you much more interesting than the movie, and you couldn’t help but agree, wanting to see where this would lead the two of you.

so where did you both end up? fucking like rabbits in the back of his car of course! the movie had already ended, parking lot of the outdoor theatre now completely vacant, but the two of you don’t really notice, not when theo has your legs draped over his shoulders as he slams into your puffy cunt, thumb circling against your clit so harshly you feel lightheaded. he’s grunting so fucking loud, pupils blown out with lust as he just thrusts and thrusts, despite already cumming a few times. the car is foggy with the stench of sex, cherry cola slurpees, and theo’s cologne. you’re sobbing, tears drooping down the sides of your face and puddling against your ears, hair, and of course, his car seats. it’s just soooooo gross and so animalistic but he can’t stop :(

✶ jiung

eats you out, knee deep.. in the passenger seat (thank u chappell roan). i feel like he’d be all horny at the dorms, but wouldn’t do anything about it because he knows you two aren’t alone in the space (def is uncharacteristically handsy though). it doesn’t help that he hasn’t fucked you in weeks because of how hectic group promotions have been, and that you came over to the dorms wearing the tiniest little skirt he’s ever seen. when it’s time for you to leave, he doesn’t turn the car on, doesn’t pull out of the dorm driveway before occupying your space, kissing you deep and descending down to your legs. the tight space is cramped for sure, but he doesn’t really give a fuck, not when he has you above him, panties wet and in his line of vision. presses little kisses onto your clothed pussy, loving the way you’re already pulling at his hair and mewling at such little contact.

eats you out so slowly it makes you insane, no amount of you begging him to “just fuck me already!” halting the lazy way he devours your cunt like it’s his last meal. after all, he deserves this after working so hard, so just shut up and take it :( isn’t mean enough to not fuck you though, he’s not strong enough to dismiss your begging forever. doesn’t bring you to the backseat like you’d expect, he just towers over you and fucks you right into the passenger seat. complains cutely the next day that he’s cramped and sore, but it was worth it ^_^

✶ intak

lovesssss car sex to the point where you’re already anticipating it everytime you two are on a drive alone. it just makes him feel so dirty in the best of ways, the way he can’t control himself around you, the way your pussy squeezes his dick in a vice grip with every thrust, how his cum drips out of you onto his leather seats. i also imagine intak would want to film himself fucking you in his backseat, giving you the nastiest backshots known to man as he makes eye contact with the camera, smirking at how you attempt to hide your face in embarrassment. definitely talks you through it, especially when you ask so kindly to ride him in the backseat :P praises you for taking his dick so well, for letting him fuck you somewhere where anyone could find you both.

his favorite sight though? definitely the image of your bare tits pressed against his windows when he’s pounding into your sloppy cunny. makes him feel like the man, for sure. and on the rare occasion that you’re the one asking to fuck in his car? he’s so giddy, knowing that he’s corrupted his little princess and turned her into a cockwhore :D

✶ soul

i can’t write this prompt for soul and not include the reader giving him head! you’d just be sooo appreciative and full of love for your boyfriend sho, he was so nice to you today, bought your entire saved cart on your favorite online shopping site, purposely let you win when playing smash bros with you, ordered takeout to his dorm and hand fed you :( you feel the need to thank him, to reward him for being such a sweetie pie, and what says thank you better than some sloppy toppy? he’d be sososo shy, begging you to let him park before you unbuckle his pants but you’re too desperate to make him feel good!! when he parks into your driveway he lets go of his coy attitude, fully fists your hair and pushes your head against the base of his cock to the point where you’re loudly gagging against his shaft. when you pull up for some much-needed air you’re beaming at him, giving him the widest smile and wasting no time in dropping back down to your previous position.

i can practically hear shota praising you with a satisfied “atta girl, suck this fucking cock”, cumming into your mouth, and roughly fingering you afterwards as thanks for being such a thoughtful girlfriend :O

✶ jongseob

this def isn’t for everyone but i’m so obsessed with the idea of jongseob being your dealer and boyfriend all in one. he’d drive you to some empty park late at night, would smoke a few pre-rolls with you on the abandoned swings, and get horny and lead you back to his car. the pair of you are stumbling into the backseat, dizzy and giggly, making out with urgency (and some sloppiness) and peeling off each others clothes until you’re both fully naked. ride him while he lights up another joint, it’d be sooo sexy. oh and of course he’d let you take the first puff, would gladly let you grab at his face afterwards and push the smoke into his mouth before crashing your plump lips against his. the effects of the weed has your hips slightly uncoordinated, but none of you really care. seob would smack your ass as encouragement too :3

like keeho, i think afterwards you’d both just lay there, fully bare, cuddling, kissing, and smoking in a comfortable silence. maybe even nap until seob is okay to drive you back home <3 and like i always say, i’m convinced he’d take some polaroid of you, sat on his cock, smoking a joint and staring at the camera all slutty ..

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✶ <3

[maskedbyghost]

Simon clearly doesn’t understand what divorce means because, despite the legal paperwork saying otherwise, he seems to think he's still your guardian, shadow, or both. When he heard about your date with a co-worker, he didn’t just crash the restaurant—he made himself comfortable at the bar, stared daggers at your date, and casually ordered a drink like he wasn’t blatantly stalking you. Your poor date barely lasted ten minutes before bolting, muttering something about “unfinished business.”

Then there was the time you came home from work to find your trash cans neatly pulled to the curb—except it wasn’t trash day yet. When you checked the security camera, there he was, in full tactical gear, shaking his head at your "lack of preparedness."

One morning, you woke up to the sound of a drill. Groggy and confused, you stumbled into the living room to find Simon installing reinforced locks on your windows. “Your security’s a joke,” he said, ignoring the fact that you hadn’t asked for his help—or even let him in.

Another time, he called you at 2 a.m., claiming he’d “heard something” outside your house. You told him it was probably the wind, but when you checked the window, his truck was parked across the street. He waved like this was completely normal.

He’s also developed a habit of showing up when you least expect it: at the dog park (despite not having a dog), the grocery store (silently restocking your cart with “essentials” you didn’t ask for), and even at your gym, where he once offered to “spot” you during your workout.

His most unhinged moment, though, had to be the time you came home to find your fridge fully stocked with all your favorite foods—even the fancy yogurt you only buy on payday. At first, you thought you’d forgotten a shopping trip, but the security footage told a different story: Simon, lugging in bags of groceries, meticulously organizing your shelves like he was running a cooking show. When you confronted him about it, he just said, “You’ve been skipping meals. Thought I’d help.”

And when you dared to bring up boundaries, he just shrugged, looking genuinely confused. “You don’t stop caring about someone just because of some papers,” he said, as if that justified breaking into your house, fixing your roof, or leaving a bouquet of wildflowers on your porch “because they reminded me of you.”

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@daydreamerwoah

[fkitwebhaal]

Anyway, here are my thoughts about what each of the companions would present on if they had to give the rest of the party a PowerPoint presentation:

Gale: A completely accurate and detailed lecture regarding the theories of teleportation magic, how it works, and the differences between it and plane shift. There are multiple charts and graphs.

Wyll: “Choosing your hero name: an adventurer’s guide” He does have suggestions for the entire party.

Karlach: “Ranking bars in the gate based on how much they remind me of Avernus.” She has provided illustrations that she made herself. Anything in the Upper City is ranked “like Avernus” because “occupied entirely by pricks.”

Shadowheart: “So I was wrong about Shar: a reluctant apology.” It’s mostly a debunk of Shar’s lies but the entire time it does look like she is pulling teeth. However, she cheers up considerably when she presents on some of the church’s secrets, including the weird ass code names for things that she always thought were a little silly.

Lae’zel: a very educational and complete history of her people’s war against the mind flayers. It’s all rather academic until the last slide which says “AND THIS IS WHY WE DON’T EAT THE WORMS” in all caps.

Astarion: “Ranking you by whose blood I’d want to drink most.” In order, it is as follows Gale (rancid), Karlach (spicy), Minthara (probably is poisonous after all the poison she’s been exposed to), Jaheria (that story about what she did to one of the spawn was memorable), Shadowheart (does cleric blood taste radiant?), Lae’zel (curious how Gith taste, doesn’t want to die), Minsc (large and has extra blood to spare), Halsin (can turn into a bear, think of all that real estate), Wyll (canon verified snack)

Halsin: “Foraging: what’s edible and what isn’t” Gale takes very dutiful notes given someone gave him a mushroom two ten days ago that gave the entire camp food poisoning. Astarion, the only one who did not get food poisoning, who has completely forgotten what he foraged was the culprit, takes 0 notes.

Minthara: Battle orders and tactics. All of these fools need to get whipped into shape.

Jaheria: “Get it Fucking Together: Stop Doing this Shit.” What follows is a callout of everyone’s worst habits and decisions. One slide just says “stop snitching.”

Minsc: it’s just pictures of Boo.

[fatkish]

Imagine a Demon Slayer world with a/b/o dynamics. Omegas are extremely scarce due to centuries of demon predation. Omegas are extremely fertile and are essentially the Marechi of Marechis. Most demons will eat any omegas they come across so the omega population has dwindled down to barely any. Now imagine that the reader is an omega. The reader has hidden their scent from the world and they try to pass off as a beta. They know that demons exist and decide to become a demon slayer because they don’t want to be weak and they want to protect themselves.

There are a few different ways this could go:

1.) Ubuyashiki learns that an Omega has become a demon slayer and somehow manages to survive the final exam. He wishes to protect the Omega so he has them brought to headquarters where he intends to have them become a tsuguko of one of the pillars. Each of the pillars can see through the reader’s attempts to pass as a beta and are not fooled. Each has different opinions about an Omega fighting and each wants to instinctively look after the omega.

Tengen would want the reader to become his 4th mate and would probably be against the reader fighting.

Rengoku knows that omegas are physically weaker than alphas and betas and although he admires their desire for strength, he wishes to have them not fight.

Gyomei weeps for reader, saddened by the fact that they feel so unsafe that they needed to become a demon slayer and hopes that they will let him keep them safe and prays for the reader’s safety.

Shinobu would probably think that although admirable, what the reader is doing is foolish but that she’s probably the best teacher for the reader.

Sanemi is livid and completely against the notion of an omega fighting. He thinks the reader is a fool and is going to get themselves killed.

Obanai isn’t much different from Samemi as he greatly doubts the reader’s ability to fight.

Mitsuri is both saddened and happy to meet the reader. She wants the reader to be her tsuguko cause they’re just so cute.

Muichiro doesn’t really have any opinions because he hasn’t even presented yet and because he’s probably forgotten about presentations all together.

Giyuu is worried for the reader and wishes that he could protect them even though he believes he isn’t strong enough.

Despite what they all believe, the reader would choose whoever they want and would learn under them. As the reader is being taught by their chosen pillar, they develop feelings for them and vise versa, thus, a relationship is born.

2.) the other way that this could go is that the reader unfortunately runs into one of two upper moons. Either Kokushibo or Akaza. Or possibly the demon king himself.

Akaza refuses to eat women so I’d headcannon that he’d also refuse to eat omegas. Seeing the reader’s fighting spirit, Akaza decides to teach the omega how to fight and protect themselves. During this time, he develops feelings for the reader and vows to protect them. They both eventually form a relationship and become mates.

Kokushibo would probably find the reader weak and pitiful. In his day and age, omegas were revered and sought after. Although he has probably eaten some, for whatever reason, he chooses not to eat the reader. As time passes, he follows the reader instinctively and protects them from harm. Eventually he saves them from a demon and gives in and starts to teach the reader. Eventually a relationship would form between the two and they would become mates.

Now Muzan has no issue with eating omegas. But he has always been curious as to what would happen if an omega were turned into a demon. Would they be strong or weak? When he comes across the reader he decides to try and charm the reader. The reader wouldn’t be fooled and Muzan would either try to convince the reader to become a demon or he’d threaten to eat them. The reader, seeing no other way out, agrees to become a demon. Once the reader is turned, they are incredibly powerful due to being an omega. Muzan is impressed and decides to take the reader with him so he can learn more. After spending time around the reader, he may develop feeling for them and make them his mate.

Below are the links to my Demon Slayer a/b/o writings

Alpha Douma x Omega Reader

Alpha Akaza x Omega reader

Alpha Muzan x Omega Reader

<a href="URL">Link Text</a> (spot reserved for Kokushibo x reader)

Alpha Giyuu x Omega reader

Alphas Mitsuri & Obanai x Omega Reader

Alpha Rengoku x Omega Reader

Alpha Tengen & Wives x Omega Reader

Alpha Gyomei x Omega Reader

Alpha Sanemi x Omega Reader

[gingersxng]

Like What You See?

Pairing: f!reader x Mingi

Genre: smut 18+

Notes: roommates, reader is a tease, bigdick!mingi, mentions of porn, jerking off, Mingi has nasty thoughts about the reader, stripping, fingering, pussy play, breast play, voyeurism, cursing, Mingi cums in his pants, mentions of sex toys. May have forgotten something!

a/n: saw this Ateez log and immediately thought of this scenario when I saw Mingis facial expressions🙂‍↕️ am I sorry tho? ofc not!

Words: 866

Imagine..

During the last few weeks maybe months, you’d been repeatedly walking in on your roommate Mingi sitting against the headboard on his bed with his massive cock in his fist, the erotic and pornographic sounds from the laptop giving you straight hints of what he was watching.

What you didn’t know was that he didn’t jerk off by the screen in front of him, sure it was part of the point but the biggest reason he did it was because of you. He imagined that it was your small hand who milked him dry, as if it was your pretty mouth that was wrapped around his dick sucking up every last drop of his thick cum.

It was hard for you to sleep at night since your rooms were just a thin wall apart, Mingis low and deep moans tore through the wall and into your red ears. The vibrations from his voice went straight to your pussy and you crossed your legs in discomfort as you looked up at the ceiling. All you wanted was to be the one who made him sound so devilish..

Mingi sat down on the couch in your shared living room watching something boring. You’d been in your room the whole afternoon trying to find a way to act around Mingi after all this live porn. He didn’t think much about it that you’d seen him half naked, he’s a man after all.

The thing was, you had seen his dick maybe it was time for him to see your pussy. The wicked thought of Mingi watching your naked body gave your belly the tingles.

You took a deep breath before finally stepping out of your room, Mingis eyes were still glued to the tv screen and you slowly approach the armchair beside the couch.

“You’re finally out of your room, congratulations y/n” he said sarcastically, still watching the tv. “oh thank you Mingi..” you said seductively as you sneaked down in the soft chair. “What have you been up…” Mingi finally turned his head away from the tv and were met by a sight he never thought he would ever witness in his whole life even if he dreamed about it almost every night. “To..?” He gulped hard and his eyes got big as UFO’s.

You half laid down in the armchair with your legs spread wide, one leg over the armrest and your fingers deep inside your pussy. You were only wearing a white crop top with nothing underneath, your hard nipples almost poked holes through the thin material.

“Like what you see?” You softly asked watching him sit in front of you like a mannequin, not moving a muscle. Even though he couldn’t speak, his body spoke for him instead. A big tent formed quickly in his sweats and you swore you could almost see his cock twitch underneath.

Mingi gave you a nod and bit down on his lower lip trying his best not to nut inside his boxers too fast. You slowly rubbed your clit and bucked your hips up while letting out soft moans never breaking eye contact, you slid your index finger through your folds and gathered up some of your juices that made a slimy string as you took your finger out. “Fuck..” he whispered under his breath as all he wanted to do was to bend you over this couch and fuck your brains out.

While playing with yourself you could see how he fought more and more not to completely loose it, his leg bounced up and down fast and his one hand rested on his thigh, he gripped it so hard he almost let out a whine.

“You’re torturing me, why?” Mingi groaned, his eyes never leaving your wet pussy. “You’ve been torturing me all those nights jerking off to all those porn videos, so I thought I’d do the same thing to you” you said with a wink. Mingi let out a deep moan and swallowed thickly, “I never wanted to torture you..” he whispered.

“You wanna play with these?” You teased as you took off your top revealing your bare tits, you kneaded them together and bit your lip. Mingi uncomfortably pushed his hand down on his dick wanting release, wanting you to ride him..

“Oh fuck yes” he growled as he palmed himself through his sweats. “I’m sorry but you can’t, I’m actually beginning to feel a bit tired from all this playing” you slowly stretched your arms above your head and let out a fake yawn. “Think I have to finish this in the bedroom.. should I use the vibrator or the big dildo..?” You talked to yourself as you got up from the chair. Mingi let out a painful groan as he came in his boxers, you knew he did but continued to play your game.

You bent down to his eye level and put your finger under his chin to tilt his head up, his eyes were filled with nothing more than lust, his pupils were dilated to the max. “If you’re up for it we could watch porn together some night..” you whispered before letting go, leaving him horny and confused.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Missed Dates.

(I do not own any photos used, credit to original owners)

Bucky arranges a date for you both on the day he comes back from a mission, a date that he doesn't remember. Unfortunately, it's the straw that breaks the camel's back.

AN: Hello how are we all? sorry for not posting yesterday. I’ve got a limited amount of drafts and I wanna spread them before I run out of content.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Bucky done be neglecting his bf duties.

Word count: around 918 (where'd they come from?)

(Bucky ever looked at my like that I’d be on my knees)

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Bucky has been busy with missions again. His pardon was never really a pardon, more of a we’ll forgive you if you do our dirty work. You can’t remember the last time he’d spent more than 2 weeks with you and in those 2 weeks, he was constantly being called away to meetings or other things.

The distance was becoming unbearable, you loved Bucky you really did but the time away from him was putting a wedge between you two. You’re last date night you’d dressed up all nice for him, he would be arriving back in New York around 5 pm, you had warned him about organising a date after a long mission— especially with his sleep pattern— but he brushed you off with a sweet kiss and honey-toned words.

When his heavy feet stomped into the apartment you knew he was tired, what you didn’t expect was for him to flop onto the couch and go to sleep. You checked the time, 4.45 pm, you were never making your reservation.

You heaved a sigh and swallowed the thick slew of emotions bubbling up your throat as you turned on your heel to take off the stupid dress.

That morning he’d woke up, brewed you both a coffee and said not a word about your missed date yesterday, usually he’d apologise for sleeping without so much as a hello and you told him there was no need but something about him completely glossing over the fact he hadn’t even mentioned your unsuccessful date— the first in over 2 months.

“Everything alright sweetheart?” His brows furrowed and his words cautious at the sight of your sour face, clearly you hadn’t been hiding your emotions very well, and the sound of his voice had anger washing over you

“Everything’s peachy” you spat, noticing instantly how his face turned to one of confusion, then anger.

“Hey, what’s your problem?” One of Bucky’s flaws was how defensive he got easily. You were rarely angry with him so to have you hiss at him, his guard was raised instantly.

“My problem!? I should be asking you, what’s your problem Bucky?” The words felt so foreign like they weren’t falling from your mouth. Bucky thought so too.

“I didn’t have a problem until you got all pissy, why?” He retorted, his jaw and fists clenching to suppress the urge to raise his voice.

“You wanna know why? Fine! Two fucking months we haven’t been on a date and when I get dressed up for you, after warning you about organising a date straight after you came off a plane, you sank your ass right on that couch and slept. I should’ve known Bucky I really should’ve” You stormed off to your shared bedroom, the slamming of the wood wasn’t the cause of Bucky’s flinch.

He’d forgotten all about you, you’d done your best for him and he’d completely disregarded it, he felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world.

He had to think of how to make it up to you.

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An hour later there was a soft knock on the door, startling you awake. You rubbed at your sensitive eyes— you’d cried yourself to sleep because of the guilt you felt shouting at Bucky. You knew the risk of him being unable to do certain things due to missions and such was extremely high, you knew his sleep pattern was the worst leading him to stay awake days at a time, yet you still screamed at him.

You had every right to advocate for your needs but you couldn’t help that sinking feeling in your stomach.

A second knock pulled you from your trance “Hey…. Sweetheart, can I come in?” His voice was muffled by the door but you could tell he shared the same emotions as you.

“Y-yeah” you mentally cursed your hoarse throat.

Bucky entered holding a white box and a bag, his eyes looking slightly red and his shoulders slumped. Gently he took a seat next to you, far enough away that it hurt, you felt like you’d pushed him that far.

“Look I’m really sorry I forgot about yesterday, you warned me and I didn’t listen… I’ve booked us again for tomorrow if you’re up for it” he explained, flashing you his nervous smile.

“Didn’t you have-“

“I called in, let them know I was taking time off for some private reasons” he interrupted, his hand hovering over the white box he’d now placed between you on the bed. He opened it gently, his smile growing as he did. Inside was a cake, with cursive fondant.

‘I’m so sorry I’m an ass’

You couldn’t help but laugh at the decoration, your laugh drawing a chuckle from him as well

“I uhh also bought some snacks, I was thinking we could watch that movie you wanted to see” he spoke as his laughter died down, now replaced with a slight shyness.

Bucky might be a man with many flaws, yes sometimes he prioritised his work over you and he really tried to balance you both but sometimes it got too much. You had to admit though, the man truly knew the way to his woman’s heart.

“So?” He questioned, his fingers tapping his knee as his ocean blue eyes darted over your face.

“Aww Buck… I love you”

He smiled widely, relief pooling in his veins. leaning over he kissed you deeply.

“You know… you gotta make up for shouting at me” he mumbled against your lips.

This man. He was lucky he was cute.

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THE URGE TO MAKE THIS AN ANGST AHHHH.

You guys are soo lucky I can’t write angst. I hope you enjoyed my 5am thoughts xx

[cookiescribble]

Innocent Love

Flufftober Day 16: “Yes, No, Maybe” + bonus prompt “I’ve Got You.” (this one gets an actual title because i was planning on posting this as a regular fic)

A/N: I don’t think this is quite what the prompt meant (and the words are out of order) but I was already in the middle of writing this when we decided we were doing flufftober and had written that line so I figured I’d use it for this prompt 🫶🏻 - mod angel 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: After talking through some emotional concerns, you and Spencer finally feel comfortable getting intimate with each other. 

CW: very fluffy smut (18+), mutual loss of virginity, discussion/description of SA (based on the memories he talked about in 3x16)

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You were sitting on the couch, originally watching a movie that had since been forgotten about. Your hands were tangled in Spencer’s hair, your lips against his, your kisses feeling like they were the air you need to breathe. 

You pulled away for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breath, your heart pounding as if you just ran a marathon. You looked at each other, letting out a little laugh, still holding onto each other. 

“Do you remember anything that happened in the last 20 minutes of this movie?” He asked, still laughing softly. 

You laughed harder, shaking your head. “No, I was focused on something way more important,” you murmured, grinning as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

He hummed against your lips, his hands automatically coming to hold your face, and you were back to kissing fervently. 

After a few more minutes of this, you slowly pulled him on top of you, never breaking the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. You could feel his heart beating fast against yours, as you slowly slid one hand under his shirt…

Suddenly, he pulled away, wincing, his breath shallow and shaky. You pulled your hand back, holding it out in front of you. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” You asked, worried that you were going to scare him off. You hadn’t been dating for too long, and you didn’t want to rush things, but it had just felt… right. 

He hesitated, still catching his breath. “No… Yes? Maybe? I…” He sighed, and you could feel his breath on your face since he was still so close to you. “I don’t know…”

You reached up to touch his face, consoling him and giving him a soft smile. “Let’s stop for now, okay?”

He nodded, sitting up, running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. “Sorry…” he muttered, looking at you apologetically. 

You shook your head, putting your arm around him. “Nothing to be sorry about,” you assured him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his breath finally going back to normal. “I just… I-I don’t know,” he sighed, as if he was frustrated with himself. “I haven’t… I don’t…” he kept stumbling through starts of sentences he never finished. 

You pat his shoulder in a comforting gesture, letting him know you understood. You were trying to think of words yourself; you and Spencer had gotten far enough in your relationship that it was probably time to have a “talk,” but you felt shy about it. It was a slightly uncomfortable topic, especially since you didn’t know how to bring up your total lack of experience without sounding like a complete loser. 

He took your hand off his shoulder to hold it, linking your fingers together. The sweet gesture gave you the bit of courage you needed to keep talking. 

“So…” you started hesitantly, “do you… want to do… that, someday?” You tried not to blush, it shouldn’t be this big of a deal to talk about it. “Because some people don’t, and that’s totally okay too, and I really wouldn’t mind if-“

“No, I do,” he cut off your babbling. “I… I really want to try this with you. I just…” He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t… have any actual experience with… that, but I’ve had some experiences kinda… related to that, and they were… bad.”

You were kind of relieved to hear the first part of that, but hearing the last part of what he said made you furrow your brows. “I… also don’t have any experience, if that makes you feel better.” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “But, the other thing… Do you want to talk about it?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, just letting himself feel your calming touch. “I just… I’m worried I’ll start to freak out.” He sighed, gripping your hand a little tighter. “It’s… kind of a long story.”

“Well, I’m more than willing to listen,” you replied softly. “Besides, I’ve got nothing better to do.”

That caused him let out a soft chuckle, making you smile. “Okay, well… it started when I was in high school.” He stared into the distance as he talked, almost as if he was somewhere else, describing the events happening. “I was… well, less than popular in school, which I guess is to be expected when you graduate at 12.”

You nodded, giving his hand a little squeeze to try to ground him. You’re sure that wherever he was right now, it wasn’t a good place. 

He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. “And… sometimes, people would just pretend to like me, and I didn’t know any better and I just believed them.” He gave your hand another squeeze. “One day… one of the girls in my class came up to me, and she said her friend wanted to meet me, and I was excited because I thought I liked her, and the idea of someone liking me was, like, unheard of at the time…”

You frowned, starting to soothingly stroke his hand with your thumb. He’d told you about his time in school being emotionally difficult, but he never told you any specifics. 

He opened his eyes again, still not looking at you. “So I met this friend at the time she told me, and when I got there… she was there, but it wasn’t just her; the whole football team was there, and…” His eyes were starting to water now. “And they… took my clothes off and they tied me to the goal posts… and they just laughed at me when I begged them to let me go.”

“Oh, Spence,” you whispered, reaching up to wipe away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “That’s awful.”

He sniffled, looking like he was trying to hold his breath so he wouldn’t cry. He reached up to touch your hand that was on his face, closing his eyes again. 

You felt your heart breaking at his story. How could people be so mean to him? Especially when he was so young and vulnerable.

You pulled him into a tight hug, stroking his hair soothingly. “It’s okay now, honey,” you cooed in his ear. “I’ve got you. No one’s ever going to hurt you like that ever again.”

“I know…” he sighed, his voice still a little wobbly. “But I just… can’t forget it, and when you started to take my shirt off, it just brought me right back there.” He hugged you a little tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the moment…”

You shook your head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Spence,” you assured him. “I would never ask you to do something you weren’t ready for.” You pulled back slightly to look at him, pushing his hair back so you could look in his eyes. “If you want to try to go further, we can take things slow, okay? We can take our time.”

He nodded, looking up at you with those big, sad eyes of his. “Yeah, I think I like that idea.” He gave you a soft smile. 

You smiled back, kissing his forehead. “C’mon, let’s finish this movie.”

“I think we’re gonna have to rewind it,” he laughed softly, sitting up again. “I barely even remember what movie we were watching.”

…

You both kept your word about going slow. Every time you were alone together, you started to slowly get further and further. He eventually got comfortable with you taking his shirt off, and you both got a bit more comfortable letting your hands roam. 

One day, everything seemed to fall into place, and you were both finally ready. 

Spencer had come home after a rare slow day at the BAU, and he scooped you into his arms immediately when he entered your apartment. 

He was on you instantly, pulling you close and kissing you, his hands gently gripping your face as you fell back onto the couch. You let out a surprised hum against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss started to get very heated. You took his tie off, throwing it on the side of the couch. He let you unbutton a few of the top buttons on his shirt, eventually breaking the kiss to look at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Can we… go to the bedroom?” he asked softly, panting from the intense kiss. 

Your eyes widened slightly. “Are you sure?” you whispered back, reaching up to touch his face. 

He nodded, putting his hands over yours. “I’m sure. If… if you want to, that is…”

You nodded immediately, standing back up as you both walked to the bedroom, Spencer pulling you by your hand as you both giggled excitedly. 

You closed the door behind you, and Spencer slowly walked towards you, pulling you in by your waist. He kissed you, slower this time, with more intention. His hands slowly slid up your sides as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

You let out a dreamy sigh, hugging him tightly. You lifted your arms as you let him pull your shirt off, tossing it off to the side somewhere. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and it joined yours on the floor as you fell back on the bed, Spencer quickly moving on top of you, his touch on your body feather light. 

His hands worked achingly slow, feeling every inch of you. Starting at your neck, slowly sliding down your arms, back up your waist… his touch so gentle you might not have felt it, if you weren’t paying attention. 

But, oh, you felt it. It felt like electricity was flowing through your body with every touch of his fingertips. He looked into your eyes as his hands kept roaming your body, you never thought you could feel so loved by somebody.

Eventually, his hands came to slowly push down your bra straps, making your breath catch in your throat. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice soft and sweet like honey. 

You nodded, sitting up so he could reach your back to unhook it. After a few moments, it joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. 

You looked up at him, and he was looking into your eyes. His eyes were slightly widened, and he seemed as though he was keeping himself from looking at you. 

You let out a warm laugh, reaching up to touch his face. “You’re allowed to look, Spence.”

He blushed as his eyes roamed down your body, leaning you back so you were laying down again. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands resuming their search on your body. You closed your eyes, just letting yourself feel the sensation. 

Eventually, his hands reached your chest, making you gasp lightly. Your eyes opened instinctively as you felt him hesitate. “Is… is that okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your face slightly flushed. “It’s just… new. But not bad.” You looked up at him sheepishly. “It feels… nice.”

He gave you a soft smile, his head coming down to meet yours, your foreheads and noses touching. His hands resumed the soft touch, making you let out a soft moan when he touched the sensitive part of your skin. 

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then started planting soft kisses down your neck and your shoulders until his lips finally found your breasts. You let out a gasp, your eyes closing as your hands tangled in his hair. Your heart was pounding like crazy; you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel it from where he was. 

His kisses were achingly gentle, before his tongue started moving in circular motions. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you were letting out soft whimpers. Eventually, he made his way back up and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. 

You both looked at each other, giggling softly, feeling like two teenagers sneaking away on prom night. You felt giddy, but serious at the same time. This meant a lot to both of you. 

You bit your lip, your hand slowly sliding down his side before you started to undo his belt. He let out a shaky breath, and soon you were working on his button and zipper, pulling it down…

“Wait!” He exclaimed suddenly, making you pull your hand away, slightly startled. 

“D-do you want to stop?” You asked, worried you did something wrong. 

“No, no, I don’t want to stop,” he shook his head. “I just… can’t forget…” he trailed off as he pulled something out of his pocket, placing a condom on your bedside table. 

You blushed fiercely, that one gesture suddenly making everything feel more real. 

He settled back on top of you, reaching his hand out to gently cup your cheek. “Had to make sure that didn’t get stuck in the clothing pile,” he laughed warmly. 

You laughed back, touching your noses together again. “Well, is it okay if this goes in the clothing pile now?” You asked, tugging at the waistband of his pants. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, his face looking a little red. “All good now.”

You reached down to tug at his pants again, pulling them down as Spencer helped you slide them off. Your eyes wandered down his body, seeing something very prominently bulging in his underwear. Your eyes darted back up to his face, your cheeks turning pink. 

His hands were back on you, sliding down your sides before resting on your hips. “Your turn?” He whispered. 

“Y-yeah,” you whispered back, swallowing and nodding. You reached down to unbutton your own pants before Spencer’s hands were sliding underneath them, and soon they were discarded to the clothing pile. 

He got closer to your face again, biting his lip. “I’ve, uh, been doing some… research…” he murmured, sounding a bit flustered. 

“Research?” You repeat, laughing lightly. “What kind of research?”

“Well,” he started, his hand resting on your hip. “I just… really want to do this right. And I want you to feel good. So I, uh…” he looked a bit embarrassed. “I looked into… what women say feels good. And like, how to… get you… prepared…” he let out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. 

You giggled, covering part of your face with your hand, your face feeling hot. “Yeah? And what did you discover?”

“Well, there were things they said help so it doesn’t hurt,” he explained, his hand trailing down your leg now. “So… I wanted to try it, because I don’t want you to be in pain while we do this.”

He was so sweet you could almost cry. Instead, you just nodded. “Okay… let’s try it, then.”

He nodded back, lifting your legs up and slowly pulling your underwear off. You looked up at him, a bashful look on your face as you lay bare underneath him. 

He took a moment to look over your body before clearing his throat. “Okay, so, the first thing they recommended was putting a pillow under your hips.”

You nodded, taking one of the pillows you weren’t laying on and handing it to him. 

He furrowed his brows, the way he did when he was concentrating hard on something. You picked up your hips so he could slide the pillow underneath you. 

“Comfortable?” He asked softly. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, adjusting your position slightly. Your hips were angled slightly upwards now. “What’s next?” 

“Next is to… get you… ready.” He reached up to  push a strand of hair out of your face. 

“R-ready?” You asked, your face a bit flushed. “So you’re gonna… t-touch me?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah, it’s okay. I guess I’m just a bit… nervous. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before,” you mumbled, looking away. 

“Me neither,” he replied, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “But, this is supposed to help you feel less nervous, on top of trying to get your body used to… something being… in there,” he chuckled awkwardly. 

A giggle bubbled in your throat, your face bright red now. “Right, yeah,” you took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. “Okay.”

His hand trailed down your body again, watching your face for any reactions. He parted your legs, his hand resting on your lower stomach. “Ready?” He whispered. 

“Ready,” you whispered back, taking another deep breath. 

His hand trailed down until he finally reached the bundle of nerves between your legs, touching it tentatively. 

Your breath hitched, and you let out a little whimper. Just one small touch and you were already feeling your body react. Your arms reached out to wrap around his shoulders, hugging him for support. 

“Does that feel good?” Spencer whispered in your ear, his fingers pausing to make sure you were still okay. 

You nodded vigorously, threading your fingers in his hair, your faces so close that you could feel his breath. “Yeah…” you whispered back, your face flushed. “It… it feels really good.”

His other hand moved to stroke your hair soothingly as he started circling your bud, earning a soft moan from you. 

The juxtaposition between the innocent sweetness he was showing and the very not innocent thoughts you were having were starting to make your head spin. You didn’t think you could ever feel so good, but you were already getting so worked up that you couldn’t imagine yourself lasting much longer. 

After a few minutes of Spencer rubbing you achingly slowly, he whispered to you again. “I’m gonna, um…” He seemed like he almost felt too shy to say the words. “… put my finger in now, okay?” He cleared his throat, his eyes looking into yours. “It’s supposed to help stretch you out a bit, so it doesn’t hurt… l-later.” He was blushing, his awkward mumbling sounding very endearing to you.

“Y-yeah, okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. “I can handle that.”

He nodded, stroking your hair before he went any further. “Just relax,” he whispered. “It said that tensing makes it more likely to hurt.”

You took a deep breath, relaxing your body as much as you could manage. It didn’t help that he had gotten you worked up so quickly. 

He pressed your foreheads together as he slowly slid one finger in, making you hug him a little closer, letting out a quiet whine as you felt this new sensation in your body. It was almost like a slightly full feeling, except that you felt like you wanted more. 

“Is that okay?” He asked softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “Doesn’t hurt?”

“N-no,” you stammered, deciding you’d answer his last question first. “It doesn’t hurt, it feels really good.”

“Do you think you can manage a little more?” He searched your face to look for any signs of discomfort. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, swallowing. “I think I can.”

He nodded at you, pressing his face to yours as he slowly slipped another finger in. 

You let out another soft whine, holding him a bit tighter. He looked at you, silently asking a question. “I’m alright,” you whisper softly. “It feels good.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he started moving his fingers, the new sensation filling you with excitement, already feeling like you were close to coming undone. 

“Spence…” you moaned softly as he suddenly kissed you hungrily, his tongue in your mouth causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair tightly. 

You didn’t think anything could feel this good, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, hitting you where it felt the best every time as if he was an expert. You felt something building in your stomach, your toes starting to curl as you let out a string of moans and whimpers. 

You pull away from the kiss, breathing shakily as you try to speak. “Spence… I-I’m…” you squeezed your eyes shut as you suddenly felt overwhelmed by how much pleasure was coursing through your body. 

Spencer ran a hand through your hair, the gesture very gentle compared to the relentless way his fingers were moving inside of you. “Just let it happen. I’ve got you,” he murmured in your ear before his lips were back on yours, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

The tenderness in his voice and feeling of his lips and the movement of his fingers finally sent you over the edge, moaning loudly as you felt waves and waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your back arched off the bed as you got lost in the pleasure, almost feeling like it was never going to end. 

Finally, you felt yourself come down, panting as you tried to process what just happened. You’d never really felt that kind of sensation before.

Spencer was looking at you in awe when you finally looked back over to him, also seeming to be processing what just happened. 

You blushed, feeling a bit shy after all that. It made you feel more exposed than taking off your clothes had. 

After a few moments, he broke the silence by whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” He pushed your hair back, getting a better look at your flushed face. 

You smiled sheepishly, your heart warming at how sweet he was. He was really good at comforting you during such a vulnerable time. 

“So, uh…” you started, absentmindedly running your finger up and down his arm. “Do you think that was… sufficient?” You chuckled awkwardly, feeling like you sounded ridiculous. 

He was also blushing, his voice warm and sweet. “I hope so,” he laughed lightly back. “Do you feel… ready?”

You leaned in, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more ready for anything in my life,” you murmured. 

You both smiled at each other, Spencer’s face getting more and more flushed as your hand traced down his side to his hip. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one not wearing any clothes right now,” you teased as your fingers stopped right under the waistband of his underwear. 

He bit down on his tongue, his hand moving to help you finally take off the rest of his clothes. 

Soon, you both lay there, completely bare. Your face was a bright red, your eyes widening automatically as you looked over his body. You moved your eyes back up to his face and he met your gaze, pressing his forehead to yours and gently cupping your cheek. 

“Are you, ah…” You felt a bit embarrassed as you spoke. “Are you sure it was enough… preparing?” As stereotypical as it sounded, you were having trouble imagining him fitting inside of you.

He smiled softly, tangling his legs together with yours, the sense of closeness feeling reassuring to you. “You can tell me if it hurts… I want you to tell me if it hurts, okay? Or if you changed your mind-“

You shook your head, cutting him off. “I didn’t change my mind. I promise.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into another kiss, slowly moving on top of you so he was straddling your waist. You stifled a moan when you felt something hard pressing against your stomach.

After a few more moments, he pulled away slightly, his mouth still inches away from yours. “Okay, I… I’m going to…” He trailed off as he sat up a bit more, his hand right next to your face as his other reached for the condom on the table. 

You felt a bit embarrassed just staring at him, but you kind of couldn’t help it. “So, there’s like… a right and a wrong way to wear it, right? I remember being taught that in high school.”

He nodded, tearing the wrapper open and starting to slowly roll it down his length. “Yeah, I’ve been, uh… practicing,” he admitted sheepishly. 

A giggle bubbled in your throat as you thought about what that “practicing” meant. For some reason, it excited you how much he prepared for this. It meant that he really cared a lot for you. 

After it was on, he came back down to face you again. “Ready?” He asked softly, his hand finding yours and interlocking your fingers together. 

You gave his hand a little squeeze. “Ready,” you replied, nodding determinately. 

He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed himself in, both of you letting out a little gasp as you finally joined your bodies together in this intimate harmony. 

You let out a little whimper when he was all the way in, feeling perfectly full. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for each other, as cliché as that sounded. 

After a few moments of just staying like that, your foreheads pressed together as you both adjusted to this new feeling, Spencer spoke breathlessly. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels… amazing,” you admitted, whispering to him. 

He smiled softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. “Can I start moving?”

You nodded quickly. “Please,” you practically begged, your body already aching for this pleasure that was only just starting. 

He wasted no time, his eyes closing as he started a steady rhythm, his movements almost achingly slow. 

He leaned his head down for another heated kiss, letting out a quiet moan against your lips. You squeezed his hand tight, matching his moan as his thrusts started getting a little faster. 

You could immediately feel the pleasure building inside of you again. He was able to hit the exact spots that made you whimper and moan, and hearing his own muffled noises of pleasure against your lips was making you feel dizzy. 

After a few minutes, he pulled away from the kiss to bury his face in your neck, his movements starting to get erratic. He sounded like he was mumbling something to himself, his voice vibrating against your neck. You think you heard him listing some of the periodic table elements, which could’ve almost made you laugh if you weren’t so lost in the feeling of him. 

“Spence…” you whimpered, trying to pull his head up to press your face against his. “It’s… I…” You tried to convey the feeling building inside you as you felt yourself getting more and more worked up with each of his thrusts, but you couldn’t even form a cohesive thought. Instead, you squeezed his hand tighter, letting out a loud moan. 

Thankfully, he understood you, and you could feel his hair tickling your forehead as he nodded. “Me too,” he breathed, his voice slightly whiny. “God, me too.”

You wrapped your arm around him, the movement of his hips getting faster and faster as the room was filled with the noises you both were letting out. 

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore; your back arched, pressing your body against his, your feet tangling together as you felt his tensing against yours. You felt yourself hit that high for the second time tonight, your hips moving to meet his as he moaned loudly, his hips shuddering as he came right there with you, the frenzied movements dying down until he finally stopped, collapsing on top of you. 

You were both panting, trying to catch your breath after such an intense moment. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face in your neck. You reached up to gently stroke his hair, your other hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on his back. 

You stayed like that for a few minutes, keeping each other close, your hearts thrumming in your chests against each other. His body was warm on top of yours; he almost felt like your personal weighted blanket. 

Eventually, Spencer lifted his head up to look at you. As you met his eyes, you both let out a little giggle, the giddiness of what you just experienced really hitting you. He moved so he was laying on his back, scooping you into his arms as you curled up into his side. 

“That was… wow,” you finally broke the silence, a big smile on your face. 

He smiled back at you. “Incredible,” he finished for you. “I… I never thought I could feel quite like that.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your tone slightly teasing. “Your ‘research’ didn’t prepare you for that?”

He laughed warmly, pulling you closer against him. “Nothing could’ve prepared me; you’re a one-of-a-kind person, and everything with you just feels so… special,” he gleamed at you, putting his hand over yours. “I… I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you breathed, getting slightly teary-eyed. You weren’t prepared for just how emotional this would make you. “I can’t imagine myself doing that with anyone besides you.”

“Agreed,” he nodded, his tone soft as his thumb wiped away the tear that was forming. “You okay?”

You nodded, turning your head to give his hand a little kiss. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you smiled softly at the comforting touch. “Just feeling a lot of emotions, I guess.”

“That’s normal,” he replied, pushing your hair back so he could look at you better. “The hormonal release can cause a flood of emotions, sometimes causing postcoital tristesse. It’s normal to feel some anxiety or sudden sadness-“

“It’s not sadness,” you cut him off. “I’m crying because I'm so happy.” You smiled wide, nuzzling his nose with yours. 

He couldn’t help but smile back, his eyes closing as he nuzzled your nose back. “That can also happen. I’m glad that’s the one you’re feeling.”

“Me too,” you sighed contentedly, resting your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly hitting you. 

He let out a warm laugh as he saw you getting comfortable, hearing the drowsiness in your voice. “How about we get dressed and go to sleep?” he whispered. “I think we’ll both sleep really well tonight.”

“Mhm…” you mumbled, trying to will yourself to sit up after your body suddenly felt really heavy. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

After a bit of effort, you both got up to change into your pajamas, stealing a few quick kisses as you did so. You settled back into bed, snuggling up under the covers, whispering “goodnight”s before you both fell asleep almost instantly. 

After that night, you were practically inseparable. This had basically become a nightly routine; you tried out a whole bunch of positions to test what felt the best for both of you. His favorites were the ones where he could hold you in his arms. 

It always ended with lots of snuggling afterwards, the intimacy making your relationship even stronger than it was before. You never thought you could feel this much love for someone, but you felt it every day with Spencer.