#idk i feel like it implies stuff you know?

[t1red-twilight]

1.5 pints

summary: you get injured on a case and spencer is…worried to say the least.

warnings/content: gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, medically inaccurate (i googled stuff but idk), spencer has ptsd, reader is implied to maybe have ptsd, cannon typical violence/injury (bullet wound), reader has self destructive traits, spencer is worried and quite overbearing, non-sexual nudity, spencer passenger princess confirmed, idiots pining over each other, like a significant amount of pining, friends totally share a bed regularly, that’s so normal and platonic, reader is an unreliable narrator at times, lmk if i missed anything<3

word count: 1.4k

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you had gotten injured after a case. it wasn’t anything serious, you had just gotten grazed by a bullet on your upper arm on your dominant side. it stung like a bitch, and bled quite a bit, but it wasn’t anything to cry over. even still, you were bandaged by paramedics before being sent on your way.

the case hadn’t been far from quantico, just a forty-five minute drive or so. spencer had silently insisted on sitting next to you in the suv. the air was awkward. not uncomfortable, per se, it was just that everyone in the car could feel that spencer was definitely upset.

once back at quantico, everyone split up to go to their homes. hotch informed everyone that you would all have the next day off. you searched through your go-bag for your car keys, when you suddenly felt a presence behind you.

spencer’s natural scent of linen and citrus would always be familiar to you. you’d recognize it anywhere. “hey spence.”

“how’d you know it was me?”

you turned around, shrugging. “lucky guess,” you smiled a lopsided smile. there was a momentary pause.

“is your arm okay?”

chuckling lightly, you shifted your weight onto one foot. “yeah, i’m alright. do you need anything?”

he was avoiding eye contact more than usual. “i think you should come over to my place tonight.”

you quirked an eyebrow. there was this unspoken arrangement the two of you had; you’d switch off spending the night at each other’s apartments. it had started when spencer began having ptsd-fueled nightmares again and you had recurring bouts of insomnia. and this consisted of sleeping in the same bed, to comfort each other.

“yeah?” there was an overwhelming feeling that he was more upset than he was leading on, and this was even more evident considering his behavior on the ride back to quantico.

“…yeah. i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you snorted. “of course you do, spencer.” he finally looked up and resumed eye contact.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t mean anything.” you twirled your keys around your finger, chuckling lightly at the thought of spencer being caught up in what was to you, a very minuscule injury. gesturing to your car, you add on, “well, we should get going then.”

he walked around to the driver’s side of the car and motioned for your keys. spencer wasn’t very keen on driving; he much preferred his passenger princess privileges and tendencies. confusion and minor amusement flooded your features. “you want to drive?”

“uh, yeah. you shouldn’t be lifting your arm, it could tear your stitches.” the sass in his tone almost made you double take.

“hey, i think i’ll be fine, okay? you don’t have to worry about me because i got scratched.” your tone was more genuine but still held a playful element. he sighs and looks a little incredulous.

“just let me drive. please.” taken aback, you hand over the keys and walk over to the passenger side. you raise your dominant arm to open the door. spencer quickly rushes over to open the door for you. “please don’t.”

“uh, okay,” you reply in a quieter voice. as you buckle your seatbelt, spencer gets into the drivers side seat. he somehow finds a classical station on the radio (it’s not all too surprising that he probably has them memorized), and the rest of the ride goes on without a hitch or bump.

when you arrive at his apartment, spencer runs to your side of the car. he opens your door for you, and helps you out of the car. “you don’t have to baby me, spence.” he mumbles out a response. “what?” you question back.

“can you please take this seriously?” your eyes widen at his more stern timbre. a semi-sarcastic thumbs up is all you give him.

the walk up to his apartment is exceedingly more tense. you try to focus more in the scent of the old building rather than spencer’s apparent disappointment in you. the building smells like, well, old building, and the floor creaks fifteen times on the way to the elevator and to his front door.

you both cross the threshold and he sets his crossbody bag down near the entryway. you didn’t bring up your go bag, as you have plenty of things at his apartment already.

he grabs your hand and leads you to his bedroom. he proceeds to hand you some pajamas: an old mit shirt and soft shorts that you left prior. you wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t. “are you going to let me change?” he looks at you exasperatedly.

“you can’t move your arm.”

“yes. i can.”

“you can, but you shouldn’t. please let me help you.” you just about roll your eyes, but you stop yourself.

“i can undress myself. i just got grazed.” you’re getting more annoyed.

“grazed? you almost fell over from the blood loss. morgan had to hold you up. the average human body has around ten pints of blood and you lost one and a half- that’s 15%. that’s not a graze-“

your eyebrows raise. he was taking this very seriously. “the bullet didn’t penetrate. i didn’t need a transfusion, and it was by no means fatal in any way.” injuries like this have occurred before on the team, and the team has recovered.

“yes, but if you lost 5% more blood, you might have lost consciousness and needed a transfusion. can you please take this seriously?”

surprisingly, you didn’t respond immediately. spencer, and everyone for that matter, had known you to be quite stubborn and not known to back down.

“you got shot. you should be taking this more seriously.”

“you could barely even consider it a shot, spencer. besides, it’s better me than anyone else.”

his eyes widen. “how can you be so reckless?” you don’t respond at all this time. you just look down at the clothes in your hands.

“please,” he quietly says your name, “you just really mean a lot to me. i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

if your eyebrows weren’t high before, they sure as hell were now. “can you promise me? that you’ll take your health into consideration more? i have no clue what i’d- what the team would do without you.”

his slip-up does not go unnoticed. “okay.” you swallow your pride. “i will.”

he sighs in relief. “now please, let help you.” his eyes glance up from the floor to meet yours. you nod and he steps closer. both of your movements are awkward as he places his hands on the buttons of your shirt. he unbuttons it quite slowly, and pulls it down your arms.

he’d seen you in more compromising situations before, so this is nothing new. “put your arms out, but not up, please.” he then proceeds to put his old college alumni shirt over your arms first before pulling it over your head. “i think, you can, uh, put the shorts on yourself. just don’t lift your arms too high.”

“i won’t. i promise.” you give what you think is a convincing smile and he leaves to the bathroom.

when he returns, he is also dressed for bed. he guides you to the bathroom to brush your teeth. he babies you as much as is physically possible, but you draw the line at him brushing your teeth for you.

“dude. i’ll be careful. i’ll just use my non-dominant arm.” the task proves to be weird and uncoordinated.

you both finish brushing your teeth at about the same time. you follow him to the bedroom.

his feet pad across the carpet softly. the socks he’s wearing isn’t shocking to you at all; it’s a habit of his he’s gotten used to. he turns on his lamp on the side table, and turns out the big light.

he draws back the covers before you can, and you swing you legs onto the bed. you pull the covers up to your chin before he can tuck you in or something. one can only handle being babied for so long, after all.

he has one of those fancy dimming lamps. it casts a soft glow over the room without being too overwhelming. and because he likes it this way, so do you.

he turns onto his side and places his hands under his pillow. you begin to turn onto your side, but he stops you. “don’t put too much pressure on it.” you compromise by turning your head towards him.

his eyes are big and his lips are slightly parted. his breathing is deep and slow. you don’t know who falls asleep first, just that you both slowly inched closer so that eventually there was only about two fingers worth of space between you.

#i’m so normal about spencer #everyone in this just lowkey needs a hug #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #fluff #spencer reid fluff #x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #fanfic #hurt/comfort

[rosaacicularis]

Hey bestie! 👋 so I saw in the tags of a misc kiss scene post that you might’ve written something suggestive, well now my curiosity is piqued and I would love to read it (only if you’re comfortable sharing ofc)

it’s not terribly so… but it feels more suggestive than anything else i’ve written so… 😗😗

“god,” scar breathes out, inches away from grian. they’re looking in each other’s eyes as if they’re the only things on earth. scar feels like he could pass out from the all encompassing feeling of want pouring out of him. “you make me dizzy.”

his hands on grian’s cheeks pull him closer as their lips finally connect. it’s so much desire and yearning combined into a single desperate kiss. grian’s hand rest on scar’s shoulders, one of them slides up to grasp at the hairs on the nape of his neck.

grian feels scar lick his bottom lip, he readily opens his mouth, waiting, hungry. he feels scar’s tongue as it brushes against his own, it tastes heavenly, grian thinks he might get drunk off of it. he thinks he might want to.

scar pulls away, breathless, and leans his forehead against grian’s. “scar,” grian whispers. he can’t think of anything else, only his name, only how it feels against his lips, reminiscent of the kiss.

“grian,” scar replies. they’re so close, hands on clothes, on skin. they can feel each other’s breaths, slowly steadying out. scar brushes his fingers along grian’s jaw, slowly, softly, lightly. grian leans into the touch.

#it’s just the middle paragraph #idk i feel like it implies stuff you know? #suggestive #scarian #hermitshipping #snippet #anon ask

[brittlebutch]

The 'Enjoying watch you suffer' line in Broadcast has always been hard to pin down; Tim's leg getting broken is the biggest incident in Entry #35, so it's natural to want to tie the two together, but it seems to fit so indelicately into what we know about the timeline of totheark's internal relationship that it almost causes more problems than it resolves. However, even though it's very blink and miss it, Tim does actually manage to stab Alex in the arm before he gets knocked down -- we hear Alex cry out in pain, can see blood on the blade when Jay picks it up, and then in the recovered corrupted footage from that tape that Jay posts as Entry #36 Alex says "I did what I had to... he'd just stabbed me" -- and that injury being what totheark was trying to call attention to, to me, reads a lot more clear and consistent than anything else does

#N posts stuff #marble hornets #it's so hard to figure out lol bc Tim's leg is The Thing so it feels like they should be linked but like it just doesn't seem to flow #and the timeline of s2 is so mangled by the mix mash and retreading ground of all the tapes #ie; Present!Jay uploading Past!Jay's (and Past!Alex's) tapes and commenting on them while Present!TTA responds to both #that it's hard to figure out if TTA is still working together in that Present!Time or if it's Only in the old tapes and they fell out like #Immediately after Jay got the code for the safe from them - which is Possible? We do know that Tim and Brian separated #like Right after they'd managed to separate Jay and Jess but IDK if that separation would account for the kind of anger implied in #the sentiment 'enjoying watching you suffer' you know? And Jay doesn't get Tim's medical records until s3 - which we KNOW #is the Final Death Knell in TTA's relationship and i don't think Brian would have sat on those for so long so i feel like he hadn't #found them by this point in s2 - that must have come later. so That makes this line feel so out of place in their relationship #BUT if Brian is paying more attention to Alex than Tim at this point then it makes A Lot more sense if it's directed at him #and since the creators Specifically included that corrupted footage that makes Sure to get 'he stabbed me' clear in audio AND #in Jay's subtitles - I wonder if that's an attempt to draw attention to that injury and maybe clarify the TTA upload a little bit? #OR you know maybe I'm reading into it all too much but hey. with this series that's actually a pretty solid living so #mh lb #i'm rewatching bc i'm about to start giving the Bleed More fic another attempt at getting finished and finalized so. keep an eye out :3c

[void-botanist]

Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone

OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)

Words: 1189

Content warnings: none

Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.

When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window.  She’d lost track of time.  Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all.  She locked her computer and stood up.  The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.

“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs.  “Where are you?”

She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it.  When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.

“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light.  He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.

Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space.  He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her.  His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead.  He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter.  So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there.  He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her.  Oh, of course.  Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump.  Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.  

When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs.  She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms.  He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin.  As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her.  She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce.  For him, at least.  She could have as much as she wanted.  His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor.  He wagged his tail but didn’t move.  While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.  

“You can start without me,” she said.  

He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.  

“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl.  She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.  

On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas.  He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight.  He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it.  That was why he was accompanying her.  He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain.  He didn’t feel that way about them in human form.  She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway.  But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there.  When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed.  He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit.  After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.

At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her.  In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers.  He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder.  When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him.  There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur.  And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs.  After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply.  She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.    

His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss.  She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder.  He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.  

“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.

She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed.  “Goodnight.”

RKW taglist: @jezifster @kk7-rbs @vacantgodling

Shifters taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

#Sierra is generally known to be caring but sharp and humorless. then there's moon nights #I love what this implies about their two adopted shifter children who very likely have the same moon as Ian #there are other places they go and feel safe shifting. I don't know where but. Spinder's probably been there #I wonder if there are shift clubs. idk how you could possibly enforce that though #I have been forever changed by Patricia Taxxon's On The Ethics of Boinking Animal People btw #even though this clearly is not “boinking” or really even “animal people” I now aspire to write stuff like this in a sensory way #beyond that I also think it's interesting how people inhabit liminal spaces with the things they enjoy #it's most obvious in kink but shifters do a lot of the lifting for me lol #I guess the reason I have never committed to making shifters have anthro animal forms is I don't have anything interesting to do w that #but having a person cross the line between how we treat husbands and how we treat pets...that's intriguing #still working out the details of being in canid form tho #also don't ask me what their religion is I don't know lol #c: Sierra #c: Ian #rose's kiss week #rose writ

[ecoxlar-arts]

A collaboration piece between me and my friend @ethereal-hollow of a cover for my Rymin fanfic, It's Nothing At All.

I had a cool idea but it focused so much on hands (which are not my strong suit) that I was lamenting about it and then Eden my sweet sweet friend was like "oh? I can do the sketch for you" and I'm just so glad it's so perfect...

Speed paint of my contribution below (tw: flashing throughout but especially at the end) plus a link to the fic

#idk what tws to put... #i feel like most of the stuff is only vaguely implied where you would miss it if you didnt already know #its nothing at all #my art #not my art #infinity train #ryan akagi #rymin fanfic

[akkivee]

i saw an opinion on the rhyme anima episode i didn’t particularly agree with lol so i did want to say yes it’s silly but it’s not so silly i’d say tonal wise it’s sillier than the first season. the first episode is clearly setting up Stuff to be discussed further down the line which is already more than what season one did lol so i’d say based on the first episode, it’ll be just as zany as the season one but with a bit more bite to it

#this is vee speaking #like season one plot only really happened in the last two episodes lol #the first episode was on speed which is why it’s on par with season one since every episode was also on speed lol #but from the get go you know there’s an overarching antagonist and there’s already stuff being implied in the details lol #the music direction to me at least was also a bit of a tonal shift like idk you could feel gravity in the scenes #it’ll be just as weird as season one i think!!!!!!!! but i feel like since it’s not character introductory we’re getting more story #if that makes sense lol i’m having a hard time articulating the vibe i felt

[oh-meow-swirls]

haven't watched shadowside or played 4 but ngl it feels kinda pointless for summer and tate to be nate and katie's kids when nate can't even see yo-kai anymore in it and seemingly never brings that fact up-

#puppy rambles #yo-kai watch #yw4 #<- kind of #also nate and katie literally have no romantic chemistry in canon i know it was always endgame but like #why did they never actually give them anything. the crush always seems to be one-sided- #i honestly can't see them as anything more than friends and that's not just cuz of me liking other ships for them #they just. don't have any actual chemistry. nate has a crush on katie and that's literally it #there's never anything that implies katie has a crush on nate. even in the games. it's so weird #i'm sure i'd enjoy shadowside and 4 if i watched/played them but like. there's just so much weird stuff in the future era #like. whatever the fuck is going on in y-school heroes. i don't even try to figure out what that's about anymore #all i know is that future human jibanyan (jiba jinpei or something???) is apparently amy's grandson #which is neat i guess #idk i mean. there's a reason i just see the games as a trilogy #i just think it'd be more interesting if even if you do have nate not have a watch/be friends with jibbers and whisper as an adult #for him to at least bring it up??? at somepoint??? #because otherwise it just feels completely useless to have summer and tate be nate's kids- #side note but i honestly don't blame people for not using the english names for shadowside characters tate is a terrible name #do you think his full name's tathan- #like. i feel like there's probably a better english name they could've used to continue the naming scheme- #but nope. tate. what kind of name is that #shadowside is so baffling to me-

[pearlpool]

:/

#this was. not prompted by anything recent i’m just thinking about it #but idk Why my friends feel compelled to make jokes about me hating butches???? #like it’s obviously not TRUE….. and like i shouldn’t get upset if it’s not true but #it resurfaces a time of my life (think. when i was like 18) that is really really embarassing #it just makes me feel like i haven’t changed. which i have #and i know it’s all jokes and almost always has to do with discussing characters from stuff or whatever #but still. it feels like that kind of mean spirited joking where you’re actually kind of seriously making an accusation underneath the joke #ykwim #anyways. i love butches and these jokes are dumb and the next time one is made i will say something fr #bc i don’t wanna be stuck as the image of me who is fresh out of high school. jesus christ #i think the main one i’m thinking of is like #i had mentioned that i used to not think that jaina from naddpod was hot #when like. she clearly is. and also is implied to be butch or at least my friends hc her as butch #and everyone dogpiled on me and was like SO YOU HATE BUTCHES #and like i tried to earnestly be like No why would you say that 😭 but nobody paid me any mind. idk #it’s happened at other times in a similar way and again it’s a JOKE but it still gets to me #diary

[perenlop]

mlp season 9 is so weird tbh. literally feels like a lot of it is just recycled and like a lot of noodles got thrown at the wall to see if theyd stick

#the weird racism plotline between the 3 pony species (which was pointless both in the show bc it was solved quickly iirc #and in the long run bc g5 is in the same canon and that has the same plot) #the 3 villains being recycled from old seasons and uh ohhhh discord messed up and semi betrayed them oh no #if grogar was there for real i feel like itd be better tbh him just being discord was a bigletdown to me #twilight getting a second coronation??? like shes already a princess??? ik its so she can rule but why call it coronation #just felt weird to me. and it defeats the purpose of season 4 where she learns her place among the princesses and gets her own castle #it feels like they put that together just to make it feel more like a finale which ehhhh #ALSO why did they do that whole ''oh twilight doesnt believe in herself because discord helped her with her accomplishments #so that means he probably was behind every other time she saved equestria'' which is like. WHAT. ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT #first of all theyve gotta know at least four of those quests were totally them bc he was in stone for the first and was the second quest #and they did beat sombra on their own the first time so idk why sombra's second defeat was harped on #like twilight ur the smart one use youre head hes literally been either the villain/lockedin stone/drained of magic for most of your quests #and if theyre not implying that discord helped during all those then this plotline is still stupid as hell #oh no twilight discord helped you with ONE defeat so clearly every other quest you took was fake #im sorry i wouldnt be annoyed if the show didnt totally glorify itself with it and make itlike ''twilight has to learn to fight on her OWN'' #the ending of mlp is still very sweet its just frustrating i feel like a lot of stuff was just retroactively made less important by this #echoed voice

[tsscat]

You guys need to stop fearmongering about AI like this. like AI and surveillance is a real thing, yeah. But this is likely something to make a more sophisticated search engine for twitter. I still wouldn't answer it bc it could also be related to enhancing a targeting algorithm of some sort (although I don't know the context for this, it also very well might not be).

But just to address a larger theme I've seen in this post (did not screenshot the whole of it as it is too long): there is no One Grand AI. There is no single neural net spanning throughout the deep web or sinister AI conglomerate trying to become as human-like as possible and plotting something sinister like some supervillain. There are many, many individual AI technologies, some corporate, and some not. These technologies are much much more disjointed and separate than this post seems to imply.

There is certainly a lot to be worried about AI and surveillance. The most evil things that can come out of AI tech comes from a place of profitability. Often, corporations will acquire data to train their technologies through shady means. For example, Apple was revealed to keep recordings from iphones, many of private/intimate moments, in order to train Siri's AI. (Note, this is why you should always turn off "Hey Siri" on your iphone, or even disable Siri entirely). However, at the end of the day, corporations have these shady practices in order to profit; they do it to make their product more profitable, not serve some grand shady AI or even further AI research.

And frankly, if the goal was to make an AI understand indirect speech, you do not need to be this convoluted. I promise you technology like this already exists, because it so easy to get a bunch of interns to generate data of indirect speech for you. There are even people who dedicate themselves to generating specific corpuses for this purpose.

Stop looking at AI as some sci-fi esque villain and start thinking smartly about its risks. I would say a major point of AI surveillance lies not necessarily in language AI, but in the increasing use of facial recognition by the US government. Another danger is how AI is over-applied to automate decisions that should not be automated, and wrongly viewed as an unbiased agent. There's a whole field out there on the ethics of AI. But AI development right now is chaotic and all over the place and done by many different agents with different motivations, goals, and directions. It is unproductive to view or present it as a single shady omniscient entity, and will make a lot of people paranoid about something that isn't there while completely missing the actual dangers present.

#not making this rebloggable bc I'm too rambly and I dont think ive explained this well enough to be spread #if someone wants a cleaner post or wants something to be clarified let me know #some other stuff I didnt say up there: #1) language AI (AI that is trained to parse and generate language) is *not necessarily* synonymous with human intelligence #(what I mean is human-like intelligence). idk thats a whole discussion really but the thing is often language AI is just very good at #bullshitting you. so just food for thought #i can talk more about that if you want me to too #2) Also dont want to imply that language AI *cant* be used for surveillance like it definitely can. I just feel like people sometimes #forget about the other stuff that exists that there thats definitely in use rn #anyways yeah #tara talks

[katetcake]

Love when media lets their main characters fail. And not the pathetic makes you want to wrap them in a blanket failure. But a failure borne through pain and suffering as they watch everything they were trying to protect crumble. A failure that hurts. A failure that feels hopeless. A failure that has them grit their teeth and push back tears as they desperately cling to hope that maybe, just maybe, if they try hard enough they can win

#man this season finale got me fucked bro #it's a literal children's show rated TV-Y7 #but they do such a good job of showing things like self doubt and imposter syndrome. and even things like anxiety as a result of fear #one of the side characters straight up has ptsd and you don't really know until he has a flashback #and while he lost it against a bad guy. they show the pain and sadness he feels at succumbing the flashback so violently #idk. maybe this stuff caught me so off guard I'm thinking too deep #but like man. just man #shoulda known the finale would be insane when they had the reoccurring villain tear up and show fear when mc destroyed her big weapon #or when they straight implied that reoccurring villain's lackeys were fucking killed #like it's still a young kid's show so they bounce back p fast and lean into the exaggeration comedy #but they still had mc knowing he was fighting a losing battle and struggle through the terror of it #i think it's BECAUSE it's usually so light hearted and jokey that the seriousness hit so hard #kake scraps

[thecherrygod]

I've been having a specific thought all day and now it's 3 am so you know what that means <3

#my posts #.. look its not like its bad #its not good but its not bad either i think #it implies. stuff thats a big bad but. the thought itself is. okay? #its like. #i love people around me and i care about them and i want them to be okay #and im always fucking baffled when i realize they can actually feel the same about me? #they can love me like i love them and care for me as i care for them?? fucking wild #it's. hard to accept #ive said something similar before i think #i just struggle a lot accepting people can feel now for me then hate or tolerate me #they can like me and enjoy my company and maybe even love me? hard to believe but what do they gain by lying it has to be true and. damn #... it's driving weird lmao it gives me mixed feelings! #partially bc i like knowing i am liked bc of course but also. why would you do that to yourself lmao #this is when it is actually bad: i do feel like i am unlovable and if you fell in my trap you will notice soon enough #what trap?? being annoying??? #.... even when people tell you youre not annoying but you can't take that one out of your head lmao but still it's #... it just doesn't make sense and I'm just waiting for them to see the world as everyone else does and notice it's not worth it i guess #that i will make whatever mistake i seem to always make that makes people don't like me or that this thing idk about will fuck it all up #... even if people do seem to like me or at least be okay with me being around or i manage to put myself out there #but i really can't shake off the feeling im annoying no matter what lmao #that one post about being the mutual that's always grieving was the last push to actually post this lmao bc it's been in my head all day #bc I'm always mourning what i fuck up enough that it doesn't even happen or what is happening but i will make it end by fucking it up lmao #... man. fuck it. i just wish i had a more functional brain and not one that was like this #.. i should go to sleep says like 3.30am

[justanotherfanartist]

I really hope all of those ‘morally grey-ish’ vaguely ally vaguely homophobic straight vibes Highschool boys have a cool bisexual best friend to be there for them. cus u know they ain’t havin a good time in that head of theirs. like I’ll give you a hug and talk to you about it bc you might not be okay. yknow? like there’s smthn about that kind of guy that I worry about bc they never really seem super happy with themselves or with life or are alright no matter how much of the dark socially out there jokester type they are. and they never really seem to fully believe in the homophobic stuff at first but if nobody intervenes they’re good candidates to get suckered down the alt right pipeline but if they get queer stuff to see irl and queer people to interact with they’d get it yknow. like buddy do you wanna have a heart to heart because I will watch breakfast club with you and buy some snacks are you alright ??

#this is a post about a classmate of mine #who I worry about a little bit #because the things he says and does aren’t great but they aren’t truly malicious #and he seems to have no problem with and some decent awareness of ace and aro people and queer stuff #whilst having straight n phobic vibes and kind of a front of a personality like it’s a show he puts on #and I know who his friends are and idk I just feel like he might be kinda hurtin inside bc I’ve seen him say things and seen his demeanor #and his face #and a lot of it implies that maybe somebodies hurt him and he doesn’t have an outlet yknow #and I really wanna hug him or smthn bc he’s a good kid and a chill guy and I don’t see him ever really look like he gets reminded of that #I have no idea where this is coming from but you get it right?? #dude I wanna be your friend !! cus you’re kinda cool and somebody needs to appreciate that and be there for you !!! #anyways #yeah

[starswallowingsea]

okay i decided to do a random number generator and some tarot cards so uhm. lets see. this is just spitballing ideas under the cut btw not an actual fic

for the characters i got yuzuru and mao, and i pulled the chariot, the three of swords, and the magician. so i think this is a deviation from the canon of the game in the ! era, at least in my mind, though i'd need to read more trickstar and fine stories to really do this idea justice and clean it up so just take this as me word vomiting a plot onto a post.

there are minor parallels between mao and yuzuru and their roles in their respective units, given that both of them take on more work than they should and are in the student council, combined with yuzuru's being tori's butler. they get along well enough and mao calls yuzuru by his given name now so its not like they get along poorly. this is all i have gathered just from quickly skimming mao's wiki page and their section on the relationships page.

i think...this fic would be a deviation from the canon in that trickstar doesnt come out on top and are defeated by fine and their counterparts from it (ie hokuto and eichi, wataru and subaru?, mao and yuzuru and i guess that leaves makoto and tori but i am not versed in trickstar lore very well so take this with a mountain of salt i never said this was going to be good) but which happens after they have developed this relationship where at least mao consideres yuzuru a friend and now that's just. shattered.

yuzuru doesn't necessarily realize in the moment what their relationship was to him until its broken before him on the stage as he pushes forward with fine until the very end, and it sinks in a little afterwards, maybe a few days, when mao is suddenly very very cold to him at the student council meetings. whatever amiability there had been before is gone, and there's no getting it back any time soon.

#shay speaks #shay writes #idk i just. needed to brainstorm so this isnt going to be a full fledged fic because i really feel like i'd have to clean this up #after reading more trickstar and fine focused ! era stories especially during the war and the main story #so uhm. i mean feel free to give ur comments if you have more knowledge on either of them #this is just kinda vaguely an idea for something based on some random chance stuff #i feel like the mao focused scenes are him putting in a lot of work to impress yuzuru with his dancing #and yuzuru doesnt notice? i guess? and uhm. uh. idk. #this is exactly why im not writing a whole fic but it felt nice to just. vomit up an idea #still have writers block but its less intense now #also im not main tagging this bc i am not at all confident in it LMAO i dont want the trickstarPs or finePs to get mad at me #<- literally a yuzuruP #mmmm yeah this needs some workshopping i feel like i am mischaracterizing yuzuru here #but i dont know how else i want to build this. because i dont think these cards necessarily have a happy end #and i dont feel like theres an implied third party driving the wedge between them its their problem #and its broken. yuzuru has a girl moment or smth and just destroys mao on stage. idk #anyway take my word vomit this will probably never get written but its good to get some of that writing urge out of my system #just by creating a scenario not even necessarily starting a new wip

[1427]

something to prove pt 2

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV.  

Warnings: Very vaguely implied drug use, age-gap (reader is 20, Daryl is mid30s), smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation (both m & f), hand stuff, squirting. 

Word Count: 2k

A/n: sorry this isn’t as spicy as the first one but. Idk. I also feel like y’all are gonna kill me if I don’t make a part that has Daryl actually get some. But. Idk.

17+ mdni

\\part 1\\

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You touch yourself in front of Daryl almost every time he comes over and your mom leaves the house. Finding him in the same spot, the remote on his knee, waiting for you. Head turned to the side as he chews at his thumb, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. His other knee anxiously bouncing. Sometimes he’s smoking, other times he’s not. 

You notice all of these things because you notice everything in those moments right before you play with yourself for him. Every time you’re alone in your room you’d wish you had the courage to actually talk to him. Maybe touch him? Anything. Everything about him made you burn. And yet you kept an aching distance. Three feet away, and on the floor. Never any closer. 

Eventually Daryl and Merle lose whatever living arrangements they’d had and your mom invites them to crash in the living room. 

This doesn’t change anything between you and Daryl. There’s more lingering stares exchanged but you still don’t really speak. Especially in front of your mom and Merle. They never seem to notice the tension that’s wrapped itself around the two of you, hanging in the air. This very dirty secret you and Daryl indulged in every time they leave. 

Luckily you didn’t share the space with them often. Only ever escaping your room to eat, leave the house, or put on a show for Daryl when they’d inevitably travel to the city every few days. 

You’ve been gearing yourself up to do something more, but what? It takes you a week to decide and then another week to actually work up the nerve to do it.

You wait for Daryl to fall asleep. For some reason you know if he watches you come down the stairs, observes you walking up to him, you’d end up wimping out. So you wait for him to be asleep, 3am should do it, and then you wait a little longer. 

With every step down the stairs your heart beats harder. You feel out of your body, just barely there as your feet make small but deliberate steps toward Daryl, asleep sitting up in the arm chair. Until suddenly you’re back in your body, standing over him. 

You use your leg to jostle against his, causing him to stir. Waiting until his sleepy eyes open and meet yours. Too late to back out now, basically on top of him. But you’re frozen in place, you can’t make your mouth say the words that you’d practiced a hundred times. The words screaming in your head. 

You’re both just staring at each other. Daryl’s obviously waiting for you to speak, or do something. But he doesn’t mind just staring at you. He doesn’t mind the waiting. After all, his favorite times are when you’re in front of him - and you’re in front of him now.

He doesn’t usually get to see this side of you. The front. Your face. The light of the TV is all blues and pinks and something inside Daryl swells. A warm gush of longing from his chest into his throat. Prickling at his skin. Not just longing to touch you, but something more. Something else. He doesn’t even want to speak, he’s enjoying just watching the colors dance across your cheeks and nose and the almost tangible warmth of the moment. 

You’re out of your body again, but you hear yourself say it, “Will you touch me this time?” 

Daryl’s been waiting for this. He’s thought about it so many times, in so many different ways. Wondering, seemingly ever free second of the day, when you were going to take it further. And how. He’s grateful that this is what you’d asked for, instead of maybe asking him to fuck you. He couldn’t do that. He could, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to. Doesn’t think he’d be able to even pull his cock out in front of you without passing away, and going to hell. 

He swallows and nods while still looking up at you. His eyes move along with his fingertips, his right hand grabbing your left wrist and moving you to sit back in his lap. 

You perch on him. Leaning back to place your feet on either one of his knees. Spreading your legs like this felt more lewd than you’d imagined it would, but because he’s behind you you’re not embarrassed by it, and you’re not shy about it. It snares something deep inside you, that even though your t-shirt is mostly covering your wet heat you're still so very out in the open. 

Daryl snakes one arm around your waist and the other between your legs, but he doesn’t touch you there yet. He wants to feel all the way up your leg from the knee. To see how much and how far you’d dripped down your thighs while you were standing there staring at him. 

His fingers get slick about halfway up your leg and it takes everything in him not to put them in his mouth immediately. He’s been dying to taste you since that day. The first one. You never wipe your hand on him like the first time and he wants you to so badly, every time. And every time his voice gets caught in his throat and he doesn’t. 

And now your sweet tangy mess was coating his fingertips. Your muscles are tense, the feeling of his digits slowly creeping closer to your center. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, “Please. Help.. me.” You whine, edging your hips forward just a little, using your feet to leverage. But the arm he has wrapped around your waist pulls you back flush against him. That’s when you feel him for the first time. Hard and digging into your ass cheek. A low groan escapes his lips, and he holds you even tighter. 

Daryl leans his forehead against the back of your shoulder, trying to pull himself together a little bit. You asked for his help, for him to touch you. But he’s so nervous, what if he does it wrong? He’s watched you so many times that even if he hadn’t known how to get a woman off before, he certainly knew how to get you off now. Still, he worries. Afraid he’s going to fuck it up. 

Finally, his middle finger slides down the center of your arousal. Running over your clit, down to your hole, and back. You can feel the nervousness in his touch, the anticipation that’d been building up in him for months. You whimper, looking down your body to watch his hand as it gets acquainted with your cunt. God, is this what you looked like when he watched you? Your pussy swollen with desire, sopping wet, and visibly trembling? It was so deliciously vulgar. 

His fingers slip around your folds, like yours do when you’re too wet like this. You whine, even though he’s touching you it’s not enough. Or, rather, it’s only making it worse without the pressure to accompany such touches. He gives up on trying to spread your lips to delicately and masterfully work your clit, the way he’s watched you do, and instead rubs your whole messy pussy with three of his fingers. Pressing against your mound hard. This elicits a deep groan from you, one that you can already feel building into a scream. Nothing you’ve ever experienced has felt like this.

He rubs around in the mess while you still watch from above. It doesn’t take long for your hips to start shaking uncontrollably. Whimpering and groaning you start to feel that hunger again. The insatiable one, needing something inside of you. He waits until you say, “P-please.” Your hips trying to move into his hand, but he keeps his grip on you so tight that your stuck in place. On his lap and at his mercy. 

Daryl wants to make you wait, wants to ask you to say please again. Wants to hear you beg in every language so that he’d have more words to remember falling out of your mouth like this. But he can’t control himself either. He’s been imagining what your walls would feel like contracting around his fingers for so long. It’s all he fuckin’ thinks about anymore. 

White hot. You feel his fingers all the way up to the knot in your throat and you choke on it. Each time he curls his two fingers, you feel it like a pang in your lungs, knocking the wind out of you. Daryl can’t stop, pressing into that spot of you, your breath hitching in your throat over and over. Your pussy clenches every time, he scissors his fingers as he pulls them out of you, to see those juicy lips stretch out around them. He needs more. Wants to fill you up until you burst. “More?” Is all he can manage to ask. 

You nod feverishly, your muscles moving against every pressure, your hips practically vibrating on top of him. Daryl swallows and readies a third finger, shoving all three thick digits into your greedy cunt without any hesitation. 

“Sh-shit.” You choke out, completely overwhelmed by the feeling. Daryl has to hold onto you so tightly, that one arm isn’t enough.  With three fingers deep inside you, he closes his palm tight to your mound and holds onto you like that. Like the inside of you is a handle he’s latched his fingers into to lock you on top of him. And the way your ass slides back over his cock is too much. He has to do it again. 

He rocks you back and forth. Pushing you down by your pelvic bone with him hooked inside you and over his clothed rage. It’s amazing. The way his palm pushes and rubs against your clit again and again, the way he’s moving your body against him. Pushing you and pulling over his hard cock by your cunt. He’s afraid maybe he’s hurting you, but your body tells him that he’s not. He’s never seen someone so let go from their inhibitions before. No one’s ever shown them this side of themselves for him. He loves it. 

You think you're about to orgasm, the sight alone is enough, but it doesn’t come. It just keeps building. Deep in your stomach, all the way up your spine. Down to your toes curling into his thighs. And it keeps building. You’ve never experienced something like this, it almost scares you. 

Daryl can tell that you’re close, every single muscle is strained against him. He’s using everything he’s got to keep you on his lap, his arm muscles taut and rigid around your writhing body. 

Your orgasm pushes out of you in a scream, your pussy gushing. Warm squirt jetting out from your body and all over Daryl’s hand. All over the floor. Your legs shake, your feet bouncing into the air and spasming completely out of control. 

He just holds you for a moment, his muscles still flexed around you. He keeps his fingers inside. Relishing in and memorizing each time your pussy pulsates around him, until it stops. Finally he loosens his grip and pulls away. 

The emptiness almost makes you want to cry, especially after such an orgasm. You’d never done that before. You didn’t know you could. You don’t want Daryl to see you cry, to get the wrong idea. Plus, what? Were you guys going to talk afterward? You never had before. No… it was over. And you had to go lest winding up a sobbing mess on the floor in front of him. On top of your own cum. 

So you leave him. Falling away from his body delicately. Feeling the cold air on your legs makes you feel even emptier. You still bounce away, jogging up the stairs like you always do. 

And Daryl watches you go, no wiser to the fact that you were somehow upset. Not upset, overwhelmed. Over sensitive. Over… everything. Every emotion was too much. 

His hand that’s covered in you has been hanging off the side of the arm chair, waiting for you to disappear. He’s been trying to decide if he wants to lick every drop from his hand while he jerks off with the other, or to use your juice as lubricant. He decides to do the former. Savoring every tangy morsel he can until there’s nothing left; even though he came when he was on the second finger. 

A/n: actually nah, there’s gonna be another part prob. 

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x female reader

[simpjaes]

hi i just stalked the crap our of your page and HOLY CRAPTHIS IS MY NEW GUILTY PLEASURE

can i req seeing how enha hyung line would take care of you after railing you soooooo hard????

hyung line + aftercare after very intense sex

warning: uh....painful sex, fainting, dissociation, anal, implied squirting, degradation, idk just a lot of intense sex stuff ig

note: it's a lil messy, i've been running errands all day and am using this to push myself back into the writing brain :D

★ heeseung:

what i wanna say is that depending on the circumstances, he'd probably throw a towel at your head and walk away to shower alone but we all know heeseung is so much more than a careless fuck boy for the most part. in my opinion, if he's got you where he wants you and he's allowed to fuck you as hard as he can, rendering you faint, dizzy, and almost dissociated, he either has some sort of feelings for you, you're someone else's girlfriend and he wants you to like him more, or you're already in a committed relationship lmfao

and you know, you thought that after he managed to pull three orgasms out of you, fucked all three of your holes, and managed to get you all twisted up for him to cum in places he definitely isn't supposed to, you really thought he was done.

but then he chuckles, taking one look at you once his own mind clears from his orgasm and it's like...how could he not just continue to fuck you? you look so pretty already fucked open, lying there with tears in your eyes and shaking?

you'd hear something akin to "you're gonna take a bit more, open those eyes back up for me," and "i can tell you can take it, just keep your eyes on me."

it's kind of pathetic, actually, how you really do just lay there and take it until he says you're finished.

so, yeah, when you're with someone like heeseung, there's always a thought in your head about if he'll even take care of you at all after the fact. at least, the thought is there before he breaks your brain. even if every time before this where he's needed to bring you back, he has without question and with a voice from him that is always so rare to hear.

just kinda hard to imagine someone who fucks you near to the brink of passing out, sometimes actually passing out, finding it within themselves to take care of you as deeply as they fuck you, yknow?

but, time and time again he has to remind you that he's not only capable but willing to make sure you're well taken care of. after all, you do your part in taking it, so he'll do his part in giving you what you need too. only after scooping half the mess with his fingers and feeding it to you, of course.

after that though? he's very much hauling you off for a warm shower and tenderly washing you. very very gentle with his hands, knowing how sensitive your holes are. he'd compliment you, he'd praise you for letting him absolutely destroy that ass, and ultimately, lay you to sleep next to him regardless of what the relationship status is, making sure you're well aware that he's not just using you for pleasure. he's very much appreciative of what you bring to his bedroom, and there's no reason to pretend he isn't.

☆ jay:

i like to think that jay would have you in fucking pain and barely able to stand on your own two feet by the time he allows you to close your legs with deep groans as you try to catch your breath.

honestly, the stamina this man has and actively spends on you could render anyone immobile for at least a week with the way he snaps his hips and holds you down from wiggling away in sensitivity. and man, the things he'd fucking say to you through it. so degrading, so controlling and dismissive, entirely fucking insulting. you're shocked time and time again that even while knowing it's just sex talk, it still hurts your feelings every single time.

then again, he's aware of that. but you're so goddamn pretty when you're crying and moaning, it drives him insane to know you endure it for his pleasure.

you're soaked by the time it's over and done with, he's soaked, and honestly the swollen marks against your ass still burn intensely when he rolls you over on your belly to get a good look at his work.

always with a breathy "aw, baby, i really fucked you up this time, huh?" or a little "took it so well, you still can't even focus your eyes on me, can you?" before rubbing any and every pained mark he left on you.

after his own brain clears of the sex-fog, he'd wrap you up, really warm and tightly in his arms as if his hug would wipe away any of the spit and cum drying between your bodies, as if it could mask all of those insults he flung at you. still, he'd be fluttering hundreds of kisses against your neck and ears, whispering little compliments about how pretty you are when you're barely able to keep your eyes open, about how much he adores you, and how often he wishes you'd believe these words over the silly orgasm-fueled insults.

still whispering, throughout the entire session of his care after the fact. always loving that you let him harm you as long as he's healing you just as good. and he does, truly, with the back rubs and the showers, tons upon tons of sweet kisses. constant praise. he'd put your lotion on you and rub it in thoughtfully, occasionally some medicated cream if his fingernails dug in a little too deep.

always always always holds you against his chest when you drift off to sleep, making sure any pain in your body feels more like love than anything else, and promising time and time again that he'll make sure you always fall asleep knowing he loves you, and that he doesn't at all think you're a fuck-doll, that he wouldn't let his friends have their turn way you.

(i am madly in love with him, pls look away and stop thinking of him now thank u)

★sunghoon:

ah, sunghoon. yeah. sunghoon. this man would leave you a fucking mess of tears and drool, edging you for hours. hell, he edges you for fucking days just because he can. not at all because you've been bad, or a brat, or have managed to make him jealous.

this is one of those days. you could tell he came home with that look in his eye, grabbing your face and practically forcing you to lift on your toes just so he could whisper the planned torture against your tongue.

so, after the second day with you whining, fucking begging to be released from your prison of sensitivity and lust, maybe he gives it to you. maybe he wakes you up from a deep and much needed sleep with fingers harshly pinching your clit.

ah, the pain. that alone was enough to make you cum, and you did. unfortunately, he didn't like that very much so your new torture was to get off as many times as he expected you to.

after about, what, the seventh orgasm? you stopped counting, it was closer to eleven in the afternoon and he'd been giving it to you for hours, all over that little mishap.

an eight orgasm knocked your ass out, exhausted, spread out, fucked senseless. you could barely hold your head up, but he does it for you. first by your hair, but noting the look in your eye indicating that he really needs to stop by this point.

and sunghoon is the type that would stop at that point. something in his brain clicking and forcing him back into that perfect boyfriend persona, where the only thing in the world he wants to do is make you happy.

and he knows it's not that you're not happy right now, it's mostly just the fact that he thinks he broke you're brain and you forgot how to feel anything other than his cock ramming inside of you.

so, he'd remind you time and time again. how his hands can do so much more than choke you, and how his lips can be sweet and less bruising against your temple when you really need it. you'd feel entirely loved when he's taking care of the mess he caused. both physically and mentally for you. needing to bring you back to reality with soft touches and tight holds.

it worked every time, because by the next morning, you'd just be moaning and groaning about how if he hadn't of make you breakfast in bed, you may have very well slashed his tires for the amount of suffering he put you through.

☆ jake:

bro is taking care of you not only after sex, but the entire time during sex. there's not a single moment where he's intentionally trying to hurt you, or forcing you to take more than you can handle.

it just....kind of happens on nights like these. where his hands are clinging, and his throat is begging, and your body can't say no. with his pretty puppy dog eyes asking if he can try anal, with his fingers slamming too deep, with his grip on you so tight you know it'll bruise, with his ability to knock the breath out of you and not give it back until you're nearly blue in the face.

yeah, most of the intense shit is accidental, but god is he taking care of you. always apologizing but continuing, always promising to make it up to you, always feeding into your ego more than his own, reminding you that the pain his body lends only comes from the immense amount of need he has to practically crawl inside of you and live there forever.

it's kind of amazing actually, that someone who starts so gentle can also end with blood in his mouth from bitten lips and swelling bruises all over your body.

he tends to you hand and foot. carrying you where ever you need to go even if just to your closet three feet from the bed, dresses you, undresses you, fixes your hair, does your skin care, all while kissing the bruises and ignoring the fact that he knows he'll never have enough of you, and you're probably always gonna be in pain when he loses his control like that.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #jaeyun smut #jongseong smut #hardthots