#|| let me know if I nailed it or not yo ;v;

[muse-stellium]

@blizzardrush / @unbrydledfury bb asked me to take a peek at Sergei's chart so everyone get your tea cups prepared for notes below the cut ☕️✨

So just to clarify, I'm not going to go through all the placements since this would be incredibly long that way and I fear it already is lol, if there's one you're curious about that I don't mention feel free to ask me about it or look up some info on it if you'd like! But in the meantime, some notes that I think might resonate w him based on canon and headcanons of yours that I've seen:

I remember telling you about his sun sign decan in the past, so lets look at the Moon! Aquarius moons traits include curious, unemotional, progressive, sociable and incredibly intelligent. – On one hand they can be incredibly friendly, but on the other they have no clue how to handle emotions :c Typically preferring to observe feelings from a place of logic or from a scientific perspective instead of actually feeling them. They may enjoy socializing or gossip, and be rather witty in their own way, but then dip as soon as the conversation turns into something they would need to get emotionally involved in.

Here we see another example of a possible Saturn, Moon conjunction , which doubles the above via Saturn starving the Moon which rules emotions, and which again usually indicates an absent or distant relationship with a father figure.

Saturn conjunct Moon more commonly also indicates and I quote: " Their disciplined emotional nature may sometimes be mistaken for coldness. Certainly, they tend to adopt a practical, business-like approach to the world of emotion. However, they are very sensitive and fear rejection. Some adopt a very cool exterior, leading others to believe that they don’t need nurture and love, simply because they are reticent about expressing their need for these basics of life."

This is doubled when we see that he has Black Moon Lilith in Pisces. This placement enhances sensitivity, and drives people with it to be introspective. Since Pisces rules fantasies + all things mystical / spiritual, the unknown / unusual might fascinate him. He could either be incredibly religious, reject religion all together, or even have near crippling fears tied to religion. However this placement can also suggest while the person with it has a compassionate and spiritual side, they may be ashamed to show it or of it in general. :c

Again with the doubling down, we see Jupiter placed in Libra. Libra Jovians can at times be known for their strong faith. Libra is also a sign ruled by Venus, the planet that rules beauty. Jupiter ruling luck in Libra only strengthens that and usually indicates someone with a uniquely attractive appearance. Even when possibly not the best at socializing, they typically come off as charming, tactful, yet detached. (Sidenote: not the Jupiter symbol charm on my bracelet getting stuck on something while I'm typing this yo quit it- detach like him)

And the last one I'll point out is that retrograde Mars in Cancer. Mars rules passion, energy, anger and sexuality to name a few in astrology. When in retrograde, that intense energy will instead turn inward. This suggests trouble asserting oneself growing up. It also suggests possible trouble with ones identity, and at times passive-aggressive tendencies. Some could have extreme tempers, while others could hold their tempers inside until one day it boils over. — Thanks to all the Aquarius placements in his chart, these aspects are likely usually dulled down a tad. And the thing about retrograde placements, is that they're seen as something one could overcome as they grow. Most with Mars in retrograde find a good outlet in things filled w Martian vibes, such as wrestling, sports, martial arts, fighting for others' rights, being a firefighter, surgeon, ER doctor, debtors, business strategist, or uh oh yeah, basically anything with ties to the military.

^ Finally, This retrograde Mars is also in Cancer. Cancer Martians are typically protective, loyal and at times actively nurturing. Especially when it comes to family and friends. But when in retrograde, Cancer Martians may have trouble with - again - expressing emotions, instead with this placement however it's specifically when it comes to sexuality and sexual relationships. Which again, something that can be overcome. Grow your endless confidence Dragunov you cool lad ;v;

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

but you belong to me

bf!rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, dumbification, jealousy, rough sex

summary — after rafe sees another guy “flirting” with you, he takes you home to remind you of something.

a/n — currently working on some requests so heres whatever this is. please request more!!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“no, yeah, like i actually did so fucking bad. i got an 84 and almost cried,” your friend, daniel, said dramatically as he spoke to you over the loud music of the party. he shook his head at the thought. “god, i hate that old-ass teacher. he can suck my fucking dick.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and giggle before taking another sip of your drink. “dude, what are you talking about? that’s not even bad. it’s still a B and i doubt it even dropped your grade.”

unfortunately for you, you could feel rafe’s glare boring into your side as you talked. he was extremely annoyed. he was left wondering what was so insanely interesting that you and this random guy have been talking for 15 minutes already. you looked too engaged in the conversation and you laughed a little too much at what he was saying.

“yo, you good?” topper asked when he noticed his best friend gripping his bottle of beer until his knuckles turned white and his jaw clenched almost painfully hard.

rafe didn’t even spare a glance to him, just continued staring at you. “yeah man, ‘m fine,” he said uninterestedly.

he followed his gaze to where he was looking at you just as you laughed with the boy before chuckling and patting his back. “he’s just some fuckin’ pogue, man. no need to worry ‘bout him.”

“fuck off, top,” he mumbled in annoyance. he never wanted to be interacted with when he was pissed off and this was definitely no exception. unless it was you of course.

while daniel spoke, you finally averted your gaze over to your boyfriend who was still leaned up against the wall like he was when you’d left to get more drinks before being stopped by your classmate. you mentally cursed at yourself. he looked pissed. he nodded over the front door, eyes never leaving yours as he waited for you to follow the silent command.

that was the last thing you could remember from that stupid party. no matter how many times you’d tried to tell your boyfriend that nothing happened, that you were just talking about your grades, he didn’t care or believe that. he knows what he saw and he saw the boy flirting with you.

and that lead you here, face buried into his pillows and your ass up with rafe bullying his cock into your hole with rough hands gripping your hips tight and uncontrollable moans leaving your lips. your nails dug into his bed sheets as you felt the slide of tears run down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of his thrusts.

“such a dumb baby,” he mumbled, freezing deep inside you to make you squeal and squirm. “always gettin’ so fucked up ‘nd letting random guys flirt with you huh? can’t even handle your fuckin’ alcohol.”

you cried harder into the sheets as frustration built up inside you from both the situation and the pain of him bottomed out. “di—didn’t have anyone flirting with me, rafe,” you snapped back as sassily as you could manage.

“what was that baby? couldn’t hear you,” he teased in that rude, mocking voice you hated. he pushed his hips further into you, pushing your body to lean forward more and allowing him to press into you at a different angle.

you whimpered and leaned up on your forearms with the last bit of strength you had to look over your shoulder at him. “you’re bein’ mean.”

he jutted his lower lip out and fake pouted. “aw, i’m bein’ mean? so sorry, sweet girl,” he muttered before grabbing your hips and pulling them back to their normal position. he slowly pulled back then pushed forward harshly, making you yelp and jolt forward. he repeated the action multiple times. “maybe this’ll teach you a lesson not to fuck around with other dudes.”

you balled up the sheets and buried your face in them when he began snapping into you quickly. your legs began shaking and threatening to give out under the pressure and rough force of his thrusts. “can you be a good girl and keep yourself up for me, baby?”

after another particularly hard thrust, your body finally collapsed and your cried out when he quickly slipped out of you. you could hear him sigh from behind you. “jesus. went all fuckin’ dumb in me and now i gotta do all the work, right?” he mocked before pressing your legs together and straddling them to then slide back into you.

you squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered at the new sensitivity the angle brought. he leaned forward once he was fully sheathed inside you to grab a pillow and wrap one arm under your hips to lift them up enough to slid it under and ease the pain of your back and hips. the small act of care and kindness made you smile against the mattress.

he began to pound into your used hole from behind just enough to make you scream but not hurt you. “feels good, rafe. ‘s so fuckin’ good,” you babbled mindlessly to let him know you were still here and okay. “so—so deep.”

“yeah? can feel you squeezing around me,” he replied, continuing his punishing pace. “shoulda recorded this shit to show everyone how much of a fuckin’ slut you are once you get my dick inside you. maybe then everyone would stay the fuck away from my girl. maybe i should jus’ knock you up, cum inside this little cunt and have you all swollen with my kid so everyone sees you’re mine.”

you felt yourself involuntarily clench at the words before your legs began to spasm again. “oh! ‘m gonna come, rafe. please, please, please,” you begged for sweet release and he fucked you quicker until he felt you cream around him.

he chuckled and leaned down to kiss between your shoulder blades as you continued to ride through it. “that’s it. feels like fuckin’ heaven around me. best pussy i’ll ever have,” he mumbled against your skin. “i’ve got you, baby. ‘m right here.”

his hands gently kneaded the fat of your ass as you finally came down before swiping the pillow out from under you and pulling out. he rolled you onto your back and took in the sight of your disheveled state. your hair was messy and sticking to your face and up in the air, your cheeks were blushed from the intensity of your orgasm, and your tits were sitting so prettily right in front of him. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, angel. what’d i do to deserve you?”

in contrast to just moments ago, he softly pushed the hair off your face and smoothed it down. he leaned forward to gently suck on your left breast and leave deep colored hickeys along your skin for him to look back at later. while one hand toyed with your other breast, the other lined himself back up with you then pushed himself inside.

you bit your lip and whimpered at the stretch of him. “oh fuck,” you heard him moan against your breast before switching and sucking your other nipple into his mouth. he slowly rocked into you at a much more loving and delicate pace. it wasn’t about punishing you anymore, he just wanted to feel you and be close to you.

you sighed in relief when be began hitting that certain spot inside of you a much more tolerable pace and his pelvis gently rubbed against your clit. it felt like you were starting to see stars with how he’d press against it for prolonged moments. he left wet kisses up your neck and to your jaw then finally your lips. he was leaned up on his forearms at either side of your head while he kissed you softly with that same passionate love he always showed you.

your hands reached up onto his head, searching for something to grab onto only then remembering the buzzcut he now has. you moaned into his mouth when you felt him speed up just slightly while your hands continued to roam for something to hold from the overwhelming pleasure you could feel building up again.

he took hold your hand and intertwined your fingers at the side of your head, letting you squeeze him as tight as you needed as your moans began to pick up and so did his soft pants of breath. “fuck, angel. pussy feels so good,” he whispered breathlessly. “‘m gonna come.”

you hummed in agreement and clenched around him, making him groan and gently suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. “inside, rafe. p—please come inside me,” you moaned, desperate to feel him fill you up.

he mumbled a string a curses before spilling inside you and triggering your own orgasm. he continued softly kissing at your skin and allowing you to squeeze his hand through the pleasure until he finally rode it out for the both of you. “you okay, baby?” he mumbled slightly out of breath.

you nodded and huffed out slow breaths. “mhm, ‘m good,” you replied, still in euphoric bliss.

he slowly laid on top of you as to not crush you with his weight before burying his face in your neck, still inside you. “don’t ever let me catch another dude flirting with you again,” he said against your skin.

you rolled your eyes. “oh fuck off,” you said jokingly while pushing him off of you and out of you then rolling onto your side away from him.

he laughed softly and quickly followed, grabbing your waist to pull you back into his chest to smother your shoulder and neck with wet kisses.

[endlessthxxghts]

Full

Frankie Morales x afab!Reader

Summary: You want Frankie to knock you up, and fuck, does he wants that, too. W/C: 1k. (I actually stuck to the word count this time… but at what insanely hot cost?😵‍💫) 18+ MDNI: Implied established relationship. Literally 0% plot and 100% PORN. Unprotected P in V sex. MAJOR BREEDING KINK. Cumming inside. Slight daddy kink (in the sense that you wanna make Frankie a daddy🫶🏼). One (1) pussy slap. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation kink. Finger fucking. Pics for aesthetic purposes only.

A/N: This lil drabble is a part of my 1k follower celebration in response to this yummy request made by @javierpena-inatacvest😵‍💫 Please take a deep breath and get comfortable while you read this… ANYWAY, happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!! What better way to celebrate than with Frankie and his breeding kink?😋 Hope you guys enjoy, and please do let me know what you guys think!!!! I love love love your feedback (or- in other words) !!!🤭

MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG

“Fuck, Frankie…”

“Taking it so good, querida, fuck-”

“Please- shit- please, Frankie, don’t stop.”

“I’m not, baby,” he moans, eyes threatening to succumb to the back of his skull, “Not gonna fucking stop until you’re full of me, baby, yo prometo.” I promise. 

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, ohmygod-” your eyes clamp shut, your jaw hangs open, ass up in the air as your tears and drool soak the pillow beneath your face. 

Frankie speeds up, pummeling into you hard and fast, his large hands coasting the surface of your ass and your back, groaning at the way you twitch and writhe underneath him. His hands settle at your waist, gripping you tightly, accentuating the arch of you. He’s so fucking deep at this angle, you can feel him hitting your cervix with each thrust forward. It’s an addicting sensation right now—and it will be even later, when the dull ache overtakes you. “Give it to me,” he breathes, “cum all over my cock, querida, needa feel you.”

His hand snakes around to your front, the pad of his fingers meeting your clit, rubbing it in the perfect motion that sends you reeling. Fireworks—no, dynamite, explodes behind the dark of your eyelids, your head adopting that fuzzy feeling, your body following suit not long after. “So fucking good, you feel so fucking good, Frankie, oh my God- oh fuck-” you ramble partially incoherently. 

Your thighs are jello, unable to keep yourself up as Frankie continues fucking into you; his arm wraps around your middle, his other pawing at your breast. He pulls you up to be flush against his chest as he begs your alter for his own release. “I’m c- mierda- I’m close,” he whimpers right at your ear. 

Mustering up as much strength as you can, you twist your head to face him, your hand reaching up and rooting yourself at the back of his messy curls. You yank his head towards you, crashing his mouth against yours. It’s sloppy and wet, swallowing each other’s tongues whole as the thickness of your shared breaths melt into one. Breaking away with a bite to his kiss-swollen lower lip, you whisper into his mouth, “cum inside me, Frankie, please.”

“Baby-” he chokes, his hips speed up, arousing him beyond what he thought was possible. “Want you in me for days, Francisco,” you whimper, licking a stripe on his neck, collecting the salty liquid running down. His hand makes its way back to your throbbing bud. 

Your body goes lax in his hold, you secure your grip at the base of his neck, keeping your faces close to each other. He watches with heavy eyes as you struggle to keep your gaze on his, your brows furrowing slightly as your eyelids begin to flutter. “Need you-” you start, a throaty moan cutting you off. “Need you inside me- need you to fuck it so deep, baby,” you sob, “that it has no choice but to fucking take- fuck-”

Frankie’s heart stutters and his cock twitches. “Yeah?” he grits between his teeth. “Want me to fuck you full?” A particularly hard thrust sends you cross-eyed, your nails digging into his neck. “Want me to fucking get you pregnant right now, baby?” 

An appreciative little slap to your slippery clit jolts your eyes open, his lustful gaze with a hint of something more—like adoration, like pure devotion—stares you down. You pull him into you once more, a clash of spit and teeth and tongue—you can even taste a hint of your own arousal from when he ate you out before you were begging him to knock you up. “Please- fuck- yes, baby, yes- fucking- let me make you a daddy, baby, please- want you- need it- need you so fucking bad-”

Fuck. Frankie’s pace falters, his hips stammer as his orgasm consumes him—his cum painting your warm walls, filling you up to the brim. You moan at the sensation, your hips thrusting backwards into him, and before you realize it, you’re cumming again, both your bottom halves an utter mess of each other’s arousal. 

Frankie softly slips from your heat, and you both hiss at the loss. He releases his hold on you, guiding you onto your back, his hands settling on the insides of your thighs to keep you open for him. His eyes can’t leave the way your pussy looks right now—completely fucked out, shiny with your slick, and filled with his cum. You feel it start to leak out of your hole, and you whine, the feeling so sensitive but dizzying, knowing you’re overflowing with Frankie. 

Before you know it, his fingers are collecting the dripping spend, bringing it back to your entrance, and slowly, his fingers enter you, the initial push inward causing more of his cum to seep out of you, but he’s quick to catch the leakage, pushing it back inside of you, where it needs to be. 

With one hand holding one thigh down and the other inside of your sex, Frankie’s entranced, starting up a delicious pace fucking into you with his fingers. You’re a moaning mess of curses mixed with his name, overstimulation taking over your body, but you don’t want him to stop. 

He couldn’t even if he tried. He’s too caught up in the notion that after this, his sperm could latch, and in nine months from now, you’d be big and round and glowing carrying the product of your love. Fuck, he needs this to work. He’ll fill you up every fucking day if that’s what it takes. 

He’s pulled from his trance when a heady moan roars from your throat, “F-fuck, fuck, Frankie, I’m gonna fucking cum again! Oh my god, baby- fuck-” 

His eyes are on your face: pure ecstasy, he’s seeing, in the way your head throws back into your pillow, only the white of your eyes showing, as the veins pop out your neck as you scream out in pleasure. 

He slides his fingers out, slick with a mixture of both of your arousal, and brings it up to your mouth. He knows how much you love to taste. 

Immediately you open up, lapping up your combined flavors greedily, a content, blissful smile plastered lazily on your face. 

“Am I full, baby?” You mumble. 

“So full, querida,” he whispers, laying his body over yours, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. 

“Do you think…” you trail off softly, nervous. 

“I don’t know, mi amor,” he breathes, kissing your chest. “Guess we’ll just have to keep you full everyday until we can check, huh?” 

Your cheeks heat up, your exhausted pussy already fluttering in anticipation. “Y-yeah. I guess so.” 

End note: LOLOL GUYS I, UH.. I REALLY WENT HARD ON THIS ONE, I'M SORRY BUT ALSO I'M NOT SORRY ASDFGFDFH PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK <3 YOUR GUYS' WORDS MEAN THE WORLD TO ME, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH Also how you doing, babe @javierpena-inatacvest?? You alive? Still with me?? I LOVE YOU AHAHAHAH

[rafedaddy01]

“You can take it” || rafe x Barry x reader

Summary: you, Barry, and rafe are all best friends, after a night of partying (snorting coke in Barry’s trailer) the three of you end up having a little too much fun.

This night changed everything, the whole dynamic of your friend group has shifted. But, you have to be honest with yourself, you most definitely enjoyed it.

Genre: dark, rough, smut, lots and lots of smut (I mean just look at the request)

Warnings: smut, threesome, anal, but plug, toys, male receiving oral, language, degrading, name calling, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of drugs (just barely tho)

Authors note: guys. I just saw that I have a little over 2k followers thank you so much (I’m gonna fucking cry rn)

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You were at home. Well not physically, but home is where the heart is. And as weird and disturbing as it may sound, your home was in Barry’s trailer with your two best friends, Rafe Cameron and Barry.

You honestly don’t even remember how the three of you became friends.

It was at some party, you were trying to buy coke off some prick who kept flirting with you the whole night and withholding the coke from you until you let him hit, and of course that prick ended up being Rafe. You never let him near you though, you simply pretended to be going in for a kiss and when he was too distracted you reached in his pocket and grabbed the little dime bag and booked it.

Rafe had to admit, you were feisty and he respected that, you were also smart and sneaky. So he introduced you to his dealer, Barry.

And ever since then the three of you have been tighter than tighty whiteys.

“Yo, quick hogging that shit man” Barry snatched the dollar bill from Rafes hand before plopping himself on the empty couch cushion next to you.

“You’ve got a fuckin problem, country club” he laughed and shook his head before leaning down and snorting the white powder.

“My turn” your pretty manicured nails snatched the bill from Barry.

“I don’t have a problem. This shit just helps me relax” both you and Barry watched him pull another rolled up doller bill and a little dime bag out of his back pocket.

Laughing you said, “you’ve got a problem Cameron” before leaning down and taking your final line.

You don’t even know how the next events took place. The only thing you remember was laughing so hard you snorted and then laughing some more as the guys laughed at your snort, and then both your hands landed on the thighs on either side of you, rubbing up and down.

“Mmm, wanna do something wild?” Your words were strung together as you leaned your head back on the couch, “what’s that, princess?” Rafes raspy voice brought your eyes to his and you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. “Let’s all fuck each other”

And that’s how you ended up on your stomach on Barry’s squeaky trailer bed. Rafe pounding into from behind, and Barry stuffing your mouth from the front.

“Such a good fuckin girl, isn’t she Barry?” Rafe praised you as he moved in and out at a rough pace, his palm coming flat against your ass as he spanked you. “She sure is, country club. Letting us use her like this, such a slut” Barry groaned out, his lips curving and his gold tooth shining in the light.

“What do you say we have some more fun” Rafe spoke behind you. You couldn’t turn your head to see what he was holding because of the grip Barry had on your hair and how far down his cock was in your throat, but you knew it wasn’t good when you saw the wicked look in Barry’s eyes. “Go for it, I want this whore stuffed in all her holes” Barry brought his eyes back down to yours, you looked up at him with a pleading look. “Shh, it’s alright princess. You can take it”

He pet your hair back and wiped the tears from your cheeks as you felt the cold metal pushing between your ass, rafe groaned behind you before you felt his spit fall right onto your tight ring, you felt it drip down and onto your pussy where he was still moving in and out in slower strokes. “Are you gonna be a good girl for us, huh princess? You gonna let us use you in any way, be our little sex doll” rafe slapped your ass and you moaned around Barry’s cock, trying to answer.

“What was that?” Rafe smacked you again and again until Barry pulled his cock out. You turned your head and looked rafe right in the eyes as you whined “please”

“That’s what I like to hear” one last slap to your ass before he pushed the metal plug all the way into your tight ass and his hips sped up.

Your mouth flew out and Barry took it as a chance to shove himself right back in.

You were wasted. High off coke, mind fuzzy, body on fire, your mouth was stuffed and the sounds of both men moaning your name and getting pleasure from your body drove you wild.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to come.

Your hand moved down to toy with your clit, moaning louder around Barry, “would you look at that, little slut wants to get off” Barry told rafe. “Should we let her?”

“Not yet” Rafe stopped moving inside you and pulled out, you whined, crying at the empty feeling and desperately rutting against your hand to get any kind of friction. The plug in your ass was removed and that was the last straw, your cheeks had tears streaming down them.

“Shh, come here baby.” Rafe grabbed you and turned you around so you were laying on his chest, straddling his lap. “Why are you crying? Huh?” He grabbed your face and smooshed your cheeks together with one hand as the other wiped away your tears. “You’re the one that wanted this, remember? Begging us to fuck you like a whore”

“I-I just wanna cum, please” you whined like a child, begging for some sort of relief from them.

“And you will” he shushed you, “just when we say you can” and the smile he had on his face was wiped off and replaced with a sadistic smirk.

Your eyes widened as he hugged you against his chest and you felt him slip back inside you as Barry slipped in between your other tight hole, filling you to the brim.

You were so stuffed and full you couldn’t even breathe. Just accepting defeat and laying against Rafes chest as you let them use your body for their pleasure.

It was your idea after all

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[viaoverthemoon]

License and Registration

RE2!Cop!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your police officer boyfriend, Leon, catches you speeding once again.

Content: SMUT, car sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, switch Leon, kind of-dom Reader, teasing, praise, comfort, not throughly proofread (I'm rusty- Let me know if I missed anything!)

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy!

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The sound of a siren pulls you from the adrenaline high you were experiencing.

Instantly recognizing the head of blonde hair behind the windshield, you smirk, pressing the brake and moving off to the side. Not that it mattered all that much, seeing as you were on a deserted side road surrounded by trees.

The gum in your mouth sticks to your teeth with every chew, the red of your lipstick smearing on it.

The officer walks out of the car with his head hung low and shaking, as if he were disappointed.

He definitely is.

You roll down your window, blowing a bubble into your gum as he comes to a stop outside of your door.

His brows furrow angrily as he places his hands on his hips. "(Y/n)..."

You pop the bubble, sucking it back into your mouth and offering him a sly smile. "Officer Kennedy!"

He glares at you whilst you pull your mirror down and fix your hair. "What are you doing on duty so late? I thought we had a hot date at 6 o'clock."

He doesn't seem to share your playful mood, crossing his arms across his chest and giving you that concerned, unimpressed look. "Sweetheart... I thought we talked about driving recklessly just to see me when I'm working."

You flutter your lashes, looking up at him with a mocking pout. "Oh baby... not everything I do has something to do with you..."

He leans in through your open window, coming so close his lips brush against your ear. "Angel, whenever it comes to you acting like a desperate little brat, it's always got something to do with me."

Heat pools in your belly. You're about to ask him if that was a challenge but he steps back, leaving a hand on the edge of your car window and running a hand through his blonde hair and taking a deep breath.

"Baby, I can't keep letting you go with a warning. Someone's bound to catch on..."

You hum, reaching a hand up and running your fingertips along the skin of his arm.

His eyes snap to your hand before looking at you, eyes wide and shocked.

"I'm sorry, my love... is there any way I can make it up to you?"

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If someone drove down this road right now, you'd be screwed.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the small space of the car around you as your nails dig little crescent marks into your boyfriend's shoulders.

Leon wasted no time after your question, dragging you from your car and tossing you into the back seat of his cop one.

And now, you sit on his lap, his cock nested deep inside of you.

His hands rest comfortably on your ass, his eyes drinking in the sight of your face as you whimper and whine at the mere feeling of him.

When your hips stutter and your legs begin to give out, he shifts his hands to the underside of your thighs, helping you move up and down on his cock.

Blinking through the thickening hot haze, you look down at your officer.

He's already looking up at you, brows drawn together and pink lips parted in pure pleasure as a faint moan leaks from him.

Your hands slide up his skin and into his hair, nails lightly kneading his scalp whilst you roll your hips, pouting when Leon gasps against your lips. "Poor baby... Does it feel too good?"

You feel his hips jerk upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper as he nods and places his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "So good- Feels so good, angel...-"

A grunt escapes him, his large hands tightening around your thighs. You nearly cry out when he suddenly picks up the pace, chasing after his fast approaching high.

"L-Leon-! Baby slow down-!"

But it's as if your words fall on deaf ears. Leon only groans loudly, throwing his head back and whining pathetically.

You're teetering on the edge of your own release when a sudden rush of wind and the console digging into your lower back take you by complete surprise.

Your hips lay squished between the two front seats, legs on either side of Leon's hips and in the air. Your hands shift to his upper back, nails scratching harshly along his skin.

He pushes his body weight on you to keep you still as you writhe beneath him, gasping and whining into the empty space of the car.

His large cock slides along your wet walls, the movements creating the most pornographic squelching noise you've ever heard. You swear you feel every vein, every twitch, every stretch.

You cry out, gripping onto him for dear life as your release tears through you, taking your breath away and causing stars to form behind your eyelids.

Leon swears as he feels you clench around him, his legs stopping for just a moment before he groans, pushing into you slowly one last time.

His warm seed spurts inside of you, coating every corner of your walls. He grips the seats for support from the sheer power of his orgasm.

You help him down from his high, stroking his forearms and whispering praises in his ear.

And you only stop when Leon goes slack, pulls out of you with a hiss, and begins to clean everything up. "Jesus Christ... we're never doing that again."

You scoff, slipping your skirt back on. "Oh, we're definitely gonna do this again babe,". You laugh as Leon groans, sitting back in the seat and throwing his arm over his eyes.

"Anyone could have seen us..." His cheeks are flushed pink in embarrassment, blonde hair still messy from all the times you ran your hands through it.

You slide closer to him and kiss his cheek. "Well then, it's a good thing no one did, huh?" You giggle as he playfully glares at you.

Biting your lip, you go to whisper in his ear, discretely slipping something into his pocket. "See you at 8?"

And with that, you slip out of the car and make your way back to your vehicle, pulling your skirt down into place and adjusting your shirt.

All while wondering what his reaction will be when he finds the pair of panties you'd stuffed into his pocket.

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Heyyyy...

Been a while huh? 😓

I'm backkkk

I've been a little busy, BUT, I'm not working anymore cause I'm moving to college soon so I've got a little more time before my real chaos enters my life.

Happy to see y'all again!

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i just read a corruption kink daryl and im feral- PLEASE WRITE

𝐃��𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧❜, 𝐃𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞, 𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞

Summary ➳ The second Daryl learned that you were a virgin, all shame flew out the window. Not like he had any to begin with.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Worship Me” by Ari Abdul. I’m feeling more confident in writing smut. Am I an expert? Hell no! But I like it! I hope you guys like it too! This is also a mix of two requests!

Word Count ➳ 860

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, perverted Daryl, sexual content, loss of virginity, swearing, pet names (darlin’), titty sucking, oral (F), p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP DAMMIT), creampie…

“Ya serious?” Daryl grabbed the sides of your face and forced you to look at him. “C’mon, ya ne’er used ya fingers?”

Daryl hummed. “Why the hell not?”

You shrugged. “Everyone said it would be painful.”

“Ya did nothin’? Anythin’?”

“...Nothin’.” You whispered.

Daryl grinned. “Say it again.”

“Nothin’.”

“Louder.”

“Nothin’!”

Daryl’s hand traveled down your chest, pulling at the buttons of your pants. “Looks like ya can listen.”

Your hands covered your flushed face, your hot breath made everything feel like everything was one fire.

Your back arched off the bed, but Daryl remained on your chest, sucking and biting at one of your nipples while he twisted and pulled at the other.

You whimpered in your hands, a barely audible sound. Your shirt was pushed over your breasts and he laid in between your legs.

You felt his hard on grinding against your soaked cunt. You had tried begging… Hours ago.

But Daryl was so focused on your breasts, they were becoming painfully sore. He refused everytime you tanked at his hair, laughing at your misery that he took pleasure in.

He finally lifted his head, snatching your hands. “Lookin’ pretty.” He mumbled.

He sat up, kicking off his pants and underwear, revealing his cock.

He started to jerk himself off, his other hand sliding down your stomach and slowly rubbed your clothed clit with your thumb.

You let out gasp, looking down to see his hand in between your legs. “F-Fuck.”

“Feel that?” He asked you. “Feelin’ good?”

You attempted to sit up, reaching for his hand which made him stop. “I… I wanna make you feel good.”

He clicked his tongue. “Not tonight darlin’. Not tonight.”

“Please Daryl-” He leaned over and kissed you, shutting you up.

“Ya talk too much.” His hand slid under your underwear. “Jus’ relax, let me do the work.” Daryl pushed you back on the bed. “Jus’ relax.” He repeated.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling, hearing Daryl rip off your underwear, feeling the coldness hit your cunt. His fingers lightly trace the outside of your lips.

Suddenly, you feel him dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, he needed to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to break you.

Fuck, you were delicious and he takes it, he takes all of it. He shoved passed your slit and into the cavern of your cunt, lapping up everything.

He could feel your thighs trembling, your hands coming to his hair as something to pull on as the most pornographic moans left your lips.

It was music to his ears.

He wasn’t going to lie. He has been waiting for this moment for a while now. He watched as some of your clothing would ride up and reveal your skin.

How he would take glances at your cleavage or your ass. And those days where you would wear nothing but your underwear under your skirt and you walked up the stairs, he was always behind, his eyes on your panties.

Daryl withdrew his tongue, wiping his mouth and licking off your remaining essence.

He lined himself up. “Deep breaths baby.” He told you before pushing himself.

He gritted his teeth, fuck, he never imagined for you to be so tight. You were sucking him deeper.

You moaned rather loudly and Daryl felt you clench around him, letting you know you had cum.

You moaned into his ear, your nails digging into his back.

Daryl couldn’t hold back anymore, he was pounding into you, roughly.

He panted, he couldn’t get enough. The way your walls clamp up around him. He heard your moans, how they became higher, weakly hitting your fists on his back.

He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he wanted more and more, he wanted you to feel it with him.

You have your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to your body,

Yet he was still careful when kissing you, it was soft unlike the sex.

And the room reeked of it, it was hot, filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans.

Daryl blocked out everything else other than you. His eyes shut, his head resting on the pillow.

He flinched when he felt you planting kisses on his neck, managing to whisper sweet words that weren’t cut off by provocative moans.

With another slam of his hips, everything came crashing down, your next sentence cut off by a scream.

Daryl let out a loud grunt as he released inside of you. You felt him fill you to the brim.

When Daryl pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you, hearing a wince. He saw some of it oozing out.

He chuckled. “Fuck.” He grabbed the back of your knees to spread him, watching closely.

“Daryl!” You shouted, covering yourself. “Don’t!”

“C’mon, ain’t no reason to be embarrassed.” He commented, letting go of your legs. He got off the bed, helping you sit up. “Any pain?”

“You brutalized my chest.” You hissed, carefully putting on your shirt.

“Couldn’t help maself.” Daryl planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Besides, always been wantin’ to hear ya scream.”

“You’re shameless Dixon.”

“For ya? Always.”

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—  DREAM BOY

SUMMARY : bathrooms can be interesting sometimes.

PAIRING : stanfordera!dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : john winchester 

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), stanford era dean, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), glory hole, overstimulation, unprotected p in v (almost)

WORD COUNT : 2.9k

A/N : waterparks song title. here it is, @suckitands33, a glory hole Dean fic. yo, these physics classes are sucking the creativity out of me, lmao X

“Holy shit, babe,” Dean laughed, his shoulder and cheek holding his phone to his ear. 

“What?” You laughed despite not knowing what amused him. 

Dean held the door of the bathroom stall open and continued to snicker, “come upstairs.” 

“No,” you whined, “I wanna go already.” Dean could hear you grunt and pull something heavy across the floor. He continued to grin anyway, his cheeks flushed and hot.

“Please?” He pouted even though you couldn’t see him. He let the door go to continue looking around, trying to hold back his laughter. Your small sigh made him bite his lip excitedly. 

“Fine,” you groaned, something heavy dropping to the floor soon after. He held his phone to his ear as he kept looking around thoroughly, his quick eyes taking in the entirety of the brightly lit bathroom. 

Pink and blue lights lined the mirrors, glitter was scattered over the floor, graffiti and stickers covered the walls. There were even lewd paintings hung up on the wall where the mirrors and the entrance was. They were small, but they were clean and unsoiled for the most part in comparison to the rest of the bathroom. 

The door squeaked open and then turned to look over his shoulder. You stood at the entrance holding the door open with your foot. You looked sour, but he planned on changing that. 

“What?” You frowned as you slipped inside and let the door slam shut behind you. Dean flipped his phone shut and shoved it into his jacket with a flirty smirk. You smiled at him instantly, your eyes shining brighter than the lights in the bathroom. “What?” you asked again, but your voice was just as flirty as he felt. You met him half way and let him wrap his arms around your waist. 

“You look pretty,” he murmured, brushing the warm skin above the waistband of your jeans. You narrowed your eyes, suspiciously pulling away from him. He held you tighter, pulling you back in, and slid his hands up higher to play with the seam of your bra. 

“I’m wearing your shirt—which doesn't even fit me and it has a cum stain, I’m pretty sure—a stupidly old flannel, which you wiped your fingers on after you ate your burger… and some boring-ass jeans,” you reminded him. 

“Yeah, and these jeans make your ass look fantastic,” he snorted and pulled his hands out from under your shirt to slap your ass with both of his hands. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck with a shake of your head. 

“You didn’t make me come up here just to say that, did you?” You lifted a brow at him and carded your fingers through the short hair behind his head. He shuddered when your nails gently scratched his scalp and he leaned forward to kiss you. He felt your little smile against his mouth and his stomach fluttered at the softness of your lips against his. The way you cupped his face with your small hands and pulled him closer, the feeling of your tongue easily slipping past his chapped lips…

Suddenly, he forgot why he asked you to come up. 

He had you pressed against the bathroom stall nearest to the door and his hands travelled beneath your clothes to feel your warm skin. He dragged his lips desperately down your neck, sucking and licking at your smooth skin. Your little moans made his cock harder and your hands began to play with his belt. 

He was short of breath and painfully aroused, but his fingers worked quickly at the button of your jeans to zip them down. He turned you around and you laughed breathlessly as he struggled to get your jeans down your thighs. 

“Hey, there’s a hole,” your voice broke the trance he was in while he was on his knees behind you. He pouted and bit your ass over your underwear in retaliation, which made you moan.

“Yeah, I’m trying to get my dick into it, sweetheart-” 

“I meant in the stall,” you tittered, parting your legs. Dean looked between them, at the hole you were referring to, the hole he had called you up for. 

“Oh, right,” he grinned, getting up from the floor to grasp your hips. Slowly his hand sneaked to the front of your pussy, his fingers teased your clit over the damp cloth and you whined softly. “Wanna use it?” He smirked, sneaking his fingers into the stretchy waistband to dip his fingers into your dripping entrance. 

“But I’m so horny,” you complained, wrapping your fingers around his larger hand to control the way he played with your cunt. 

“Please, suck my dick,” he pouted, dropping his chin on your shoulder while he grazed your clit with two wet fingers. He ignored the tickle of your hair against his nose and pressed his face closer to your ear.

“Isn’t it better when you don’t know who’s sucking your dick?” Your voice hitched and his cock throbbed, but he continued to tease you, hoping he’d get you to change your mind. 

You writhed and moaned softly, with each precise movement of his fingers. You pussy clamped down around his fingers when he buried them inside you, scissoring and thrusting into your gushing cunt until he made you cum with three thick fingers shoved deep inside you. 

“Fine,” you panted for breath, squeezing his hand between your thighs when he continued flicking your sensitive clit with his fingers coated in your cum. “‘S’long as I’m in the stall, pretty boy,” you chuckled, starting to lift your jeans up your legs when he slipped his hand out of your underwear.

“Awesome,” Dean exhaled, instantly placing his lips on yours when you turned around to face him again. You managed to unbuckle his belt while his clean hand gripped your chin, his tongue messily moving into your mouth. 

Once you opened up his jeans, he shoved his soiled fingers into his boxers and wrapped them around his cock. His belt buckle clinked with each stroke and your stomach tightened, a new wave of arousal ruining your underwear. The sound of skin on skin, and fabric rustling beneath thrilled you further. 

“Hurry up,” you mumbled against his mouth, hesitantly slipping away from him to get into the stall. He kissed you quickly before you could get away farther and smiled cutely at the blush-y, smiley expression on your face. 

The way your lovely hair fell over your eyes made him breathless and he was almost disappointed when you, your painted lips, curled lashes, and big soft eyes disappeared from his line of sight. 

He saw your knees and the shadow of them beneath the stall and your fingers playfully curling in a come hither motion that made his smile bigger. Excitement thrummed through his body before he fully got his cock through the hole in the stall. 

He felt your warm breath against the throbbing tip, he could feel how much of his precum was dripping out of the slit. The bathroom became a thousand times hotter and he pressed his forehead to the stall, his breath hitching when he felt your lips kiss the tip gently. 

Your tongue gently poked at the head to press into the slit, his knees buckled, and then you pulled away. He heard you spit and tensed in anticipation before he felt the warmth of your saliva on his cock. He wanted to see you, to wrap his hand around his dick, and push it into your reddish-pinkish mouth. 

You always looked pretty with your lips around his cock, with your cheeks flushed, your cute eyes all wide and watery when he pushed himself down your throat, and your lashes sticking together from your tears. He was really starting to regret not being able to see you. 

Dean hissed out a curse when you wrapped your fingers around his erection, wiping your spit along to make each stroke smooth and quick. He didn’t think your spit was necessary, he could feel his cock leak and wet itself with precum, but maybe the thought of your spit getting smeared all over his sensitive skin was turning him on that much. 

You gripped him firmly, your softer fingers moving up and down his shaft made his hips jerk forward. The stall shook slightly, but you kept taking your time and he was getting impatient, but the rub of the pad of your finger against his slit made his breath come out unevenly. The layers of clothes made him almost too uncomfortable. And he wanted to break through the thin wall keeping you from him when you teasingly, repeatedly rubbed beneath the crown of his head until he was raw and sensitive. 

He whined and you laughed, and he laughed after you did because you sounded adorable on the other side. You switched and started to stroke the entirety of his cock, from the base to the tip. He wished he could see your pretty hands holding him, even if your nail polish was chipped and your nails were uneven from constant breakage. 

Only you had the pleasure of seeing that image. It was an embarrassing switch when his hot, silky cock started to feel sticky against your smooth palm. Your warm breath and the soft kisses to his cock made him produce more precum. Or maybe his penis readily leaked for you, that was a more likely culprit. 

Dean breathed heavily with each slippery tug of his pulsing cock, the tightening of your fingers around him. Particularly against the thick vein along the underside. He gasped when you wrapped your hot mouth around the tip, your lips locking beneath the crown. His chest heaved and he couldn’t find anything to hold onto as the rest of his throbbing cock slid through your small fist. 

You pull away, your lips teasingly closing around the tip, but not on the leaking slit. He pressed his burning cheek to the cool stall as frustration built, and your thumb gathered more of the clear fluid that dribbled from the wet head of Dean’s dick. He can’t see you when your grip turns loose but his eyes fall shut and his mouth splits open when you begin smoothing your slick palm over the tip at a faster pace.

When your mouth returns, Dean doesn’t think he’d last much longer. The suction of your mouth on his cock causes his stomach to tighten, and his balls draw in, and he’s squirming helplessly against the wall he’s pressed himself into. His hips buck his cock into the hole and into your mouth, and your tongue and fingers work together to touch every inch of him. 

You knowingly flick your tongue along the glans and Dean holds his breath which makes his lungs burn for breath and his chest hitches with a sudden breath. You lap up the new wave of precum leaking from the opening and continue to suck his cock until Dean’s brain turns to mush inside his skull. Dean’s teeth pressed firmly into his lip and his brows furrowed in concentration, his mind hyper-focused on your wet mouth, your swift tongue, and soft fingers. 

Dean's thighs are tense and his hips continue to move, somewhat halted by the wall as breaths get punched out of him. You drive him crazy and you overstimulate his glans with the hyper-fixated stoke of your tongue and he whimpered out a fuck. He could feel your laugh vibrate through him and you show him mercy by tonguing the pulsing vein beneath his cock instead, your tight fist twisting upwards after your mouth. 

Dean pressed his other cheek to the wall to stare at the bathroom mirror. It felt cool against his hot, red skin and he pictured fucking you right there. You started up faster and rougher, taking Dean’s cock down into your throat. Simultaneously a wave of curses and praises started to explode from Dean’s mouth. He didn’t realise he was talking until he gasped your name and called you a good girl, and boy did it drive you crazy. 

His abs became tense and he found himself holding his breath as he concentrated too hard on the pleasure of your deliciously wet mouth over his hard, throbbing cock. And gasps escaped his lips, similar to the punched out breaths that would involuntarily escape his throat when he was thrown into a wall by some monster. 

When he finally comes, Dean’s whole body convulses.

He’s driven by the obscene sound of his cock pushing fast into your throat, and the constriction around his cock after each swallow. He inhales and his cock turns harder than it was for a fraction of a second, and then he comes. You suck desperately for everything he’s got and your fingers squeeze him so his brain nearly topples out of his ears. He whimpers again as his muscles become taut, and his eyes squeeze shut, while his come spurts out onto your tongue and into your throat. 

He can feel you swallowing his warm cum and your fingers come loose, they move slower and your mouth follows just as leisurely. Dean breaths shakily and your name slips past his lips while you stroke and mouth his cock through his orgasm, until his cum spills out slower and in smaller quantities.

And it’s over. The warmth of your mouth and your fingers disappears and Dean turns to lean against the wall with his arm thrown over his eyes. He pants for breath as he comes down from his mind numbing orgasm, and he grins. 

His eyes snap open when he feels your lips above the thick path of short hair on his pelvic bone. Dean’s cock was still throbbing, but much gentler than before. 

“Your dick looks sorta perfect and beautiful,” you grin up at him, carefully pressing kisses along his softening length. Dean inhales and watches you kiss his twitching cock. He wanted to laugh, but you looked way too sexy and you snatched the words from his mouth when you gazed up at him through your lashes. His eyes flickered down to his cock; he’s thick and slightly curved, but he’s instantly focused on you again. 

You look as beautiful as he imagined, as he’d remembered, with your cheeks a deeper colour and your eyes stained with tears. Dean takes your face in his large hand and swipes his thumb carefully over your soft, swollen lips. You get up from the floor quickly and your knees are covered with glitter which makes him smile. But before he could properly thank you for sucking him off through a hole in the wall, you pressed your wet lips against his. 

Dean worked quickly at your jeans again and pulled them down your legs along with your underwear. He could feel the hitch in your breath when he sucked your tongue into his mouth and shoved the flannel off your shoulders to throw it over the stall. Your hands clung to his thick flannel and you moaned softly into his mouth, the cool air hitting your weeping folds. 

His sensitive cock brushed against the oversized shirt you were wearing, cotton igniting the hardness of his dick. He didn’t think he could handle it, but the thought of sinking into your wet heat made his heart stutter in his chest. He unhooked your bra under the shirt and you swiftly pulled it out from underneath to join your flannel. 

Dean gripped his pulsing cock at the base and when he pushed it through your dewy folds he knew he was done for. He slowly slid his hand up your body and the black shirt pooled around his wrist as he moved higher and higher. He exposed every inch of your warm, velvety skin until he got to your breasts. 

You clung to his jacket with both hands while he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut and Dean carefully pushed his cock into your vagina, moaning softly as it squeezed around him. 

The door of the bathroom was pushed open and two men slipped inside. One wore colourful makeup with a smirk on his glittery green lips when he saw Dean holding you close to him. The other looked away awkwardly, a nervous laugh slipping past his lips, but what made Dean clam up was his father holding the door open. 

“Shit, my dad,” he muttered into your hair. Your head snapped in the direction of the entrance where John’s icy glare pierced through Dean. Your eyes widened but you couldn’t help the giggle from bursting out of you as Dean’s cock slipped out of your pussy. 

John let the door fall shut loudly and Dean stumbled as he lifted his pants up and shoved his cock back inside his boxers. 

“Dean, slow down,” you laughed, lifting your jeans up with a bit of a struggle. “Your dad already knows we fuck, who cares?” You tried to soothe him and took your clothes from where it was thrown over the wall of the stall. 

He washed his hands and chewed on his lips, staring at you through the mirror. “You know how he gets. I have to focus on the job…” he murmured dismissively. You softened a little and then smiled, shoving him playfully to the side to wash your own hands. 

“I’d rather you pound me into a bed anyway, or the backseat of the Impala,” you teased, flicking water in his face. He closed his eyes as he grinned, but when he opened them, you were taking paper towels to dry your hands near the entrance. You handed him a few and Dean relaxed slightly, taking them from you with a kiss planted firmly on your forehead. 

“I can’t wait,” he whispered. 

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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 16 | "all i want for christmas is you"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 5,473

Summary: Years later, you run into Dave on Christmas Eve.

(Spoilers are in the Warnings under the cut so please peek responsibly)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, Time Skip, TW for physical altercation (pushing, choking, pinning down), alcohol consumption, talk of weapons, hinting at reader being killed, mention of chemical paralytics (NMBA's), surprise pregnancy (happened after Chapter 15) and revelation of paternity, mention of wetwork, reader has C-section scar, wears a dress and nail polish, masturbation, pussy pronouns, p in v sex, quickest enemies to lovers ever, and one Christmas Eve marriage proposal (if I've forgotten anything please do let me know)

Author's note: I defrosted Mariah Carey earlier than anyone would like her to be, and yes I was listening to this song as I wrote. I don't care. It's one of my favorite Christmas songs ever and nobody can convince me otherwise 😜

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Six Years Later

You step out of your car into the cold St. Louis night. It's Christmas Eve, and the streets are lined with snow. Brightly lit storefronts boast presents of all kinds, the electric glow of the holiday season luring in last minute customers. You keep your hands in your coat pocket as you walk, eyes scanning the perimeter.

Pour Decisions, the bar you've owned for the past couple years, is filled with its usual patrons, the atmosphere friendly and charged with holiday cheer. Checking to see that the staff is doing well and everything is in order, you ask for an old-fashioned, enjoying the warmth that spreads through you as you sip the whiskey cocktail, sitting at an inconspicuous table in the back and looking around at the one thing you can really call your own, the only place that doesn't hold bad memories.

That's when you see him enter your establishment. The man who claimed to have loved you with all his heart. The man whose life you destroyed. The man without whom you wouldn't be where you are right now.

Walking to the bar and sitting by himself, drinking to take away the pain, is Dave York.

It feels like all your breath leaves your body yet you give an audible gasp. He doesn't see you, doesn't even appear to be looking for you.

In your darkest nightmares he returns for you and kills you. You carry that fear with you. You've been preparing for it since the day your plane left for London years ago.

Emergency exit to my right you think to yourself, a habit you've formed in the six years since ruining his life. Glock, switchblade, syringe, you do a mental checklist of what you have on you.

You don't know whether to stay or leave. You're rooted to the spot, keeping an eye on him, poised to take whatever action necessary.

The jukebox finishes "Baby, It's Cold Outside" and moves onto "All I Want for Christmas is You" by Mariah Carey. You cringe at the sudden mood dissonance. This song would've expressed your feelings for him, once upon a very long time ago, but now it's almost comical. You want each other in a different way now: gone, even if it means dead.

Dave sighs and takes another sip of his drink, clearly lost in his own thoughts. He looks at the other people around him, some smiling and drinking to make the pain of Christmas a little more bearable, others in town for friends or family, eagerness evident on their faces.

He'd give anything just to be in their place right now. To be happy. To be able to smile like he used to smile. And it was all taken away from him by you.

Suddenly he hears someone calling out your name over the music.

In fact, he's been waiting for it. His head jerks up to see where you are, but he can't find you. His eyes scan the bar from face to face.. until finally he sees you. You're sunk low in your chair but he knows you immediately. He knows those eyes that have haunted him for years.

You're nodding and talking to your friend, and the moment you nervously glance around you meet Dave's gaze. It feels like pinpricks all over your body.

For one moment the world stops. All of the moments of his time with you come rushing back as he looks at you. All of the joy he felt with you, all of the pain you caused him. For a moment he allows himself the memory of your pliant body beneath his, your soft, slender throat beneath his grip, thumbs pressing just hard enough on your windpipe to make you cum.

What a waste, he thinks, keeping his cold gaze on you.

You talk to your friend a little longer then finish your drink, order another, and down it.

Now you have liquid courage to face him.

You approach him but it feels like you're moving underwater, your limbs fighting the current.

And there he is. There you are. After six years apart. He hasn't changed much in all this time. He's still handsome. A few gray hairs here and there, and a slight scruff of facial hair when he'd always stayed clean shaven. Still wearing a suit like he's just left the office, the subtle scent of his cologne wafts to you. It suits him. But you force the thought away. You take stock of your own looks: burgundy sweater dress, black boots, hair styled differently from how you used to, perhaps in the hopes that disguising yourself would throw him off your scent, confuse him and leaving him chasing his tail.

"Fifty thousand dollars," you tell him. "I'll give you fifty thousand dollars to leave."

He says nothing, just staring at you as he hears the offer.

Fifty thousand. That's all it would cost for him to let you go. Fifty thousand dollars to spare your life.

But..

..is that what he wants, really?

"No," he says firmly. "You can't make it up to me with fifty thousand dollars."

Your heart sinks to your stomach. "Then name your price. Whatever it is I'll pay it."

Dave takes a long sip of his drink as he considers your offer. For a moment he's tempted to accept it, to end this nightmare once and for all. But..

..no. It's not a question of money.

"The price is a hell of a lot higher than that," he says with cold finality. "You destroyed my family and you left me without my soul."

In your time on your own you've learned to be assertive. You're no longer the shy, simpering girl he used to know. "You did that to yourself, Dave. I only held up a mirror to show what you really are. Besides," you give him a devious smile, your words dripping with venom, "we both know you have no soul."

"Maybe I don't," he meets your gaze with unwavering ire. "But neither do you.. you destroyed everything good and beautiful that we had."

He takes another long sip, savoring the taste and savoring this moment where he's dissecting you. "You can try to blame me. You can try to make yourself the victim of this story. But you're not the victim. You're the monster. You're the one who brought darkness into my life when I didn't deserve it. When I gave you nothing but my love and my faith.. you used them to destroy everything I held dear."

"I disagree." You hop onto the barstool next to him, unafraid of him. "The real victims are my father, who you killed, and your wife and kids, who you betrayed. We both lost our families, Dave. I evened the score."

His eyes bore a hole into your soul as you speak. "That's the thing you can't seem to understand, sweetpea. Life isn't a zero-sum game. One person's loss is not another person's gain. You didn't 'even the score' by getting your revenge."

His voice turns cold and harsh as he speaks the truth. "You made a choice to try to destroy me. That's something I can never understand. And you'll never be forgiven for."

"I'm not interested in your forgiveness, David," you correct him. "You're the one in my city, in my bar, looking for me. With you, there's always an ulterior motive. Out with it."

And then he smiles at you. It's a cold, hard smile. "I came here to see you. So we can end this."

You stare into his eyes and wear a sardonic smile. "You mean, so you can end me."

"Yes," he answers simply.

You consider getting another drink, but two old-fashioneds on an empty stomach has you feeling good already. Maybe that's why you're not afraid.

"My late husband owned this bar, and now it's mine," you say, looking around with pride and wistfulness. "I met him here, years ago."

"Husband," he repeats in a dull tone. "Did you ruin his life too?" he asks.

"Well, he is dead," is your deadpan reply and you hate that your heart misses a beat when Dave smirks in reply. "It would be bad for business if you were to kill me in my own establishment, at peak holiday season," you remind him, proud of your practical tone of voice.

"You may be right about that," Dave admits. "The customers would scramble out of their seats, trample each other to get to the exits. In this day and age you know I'll be caught on camera. And that's not good for my.. 'business'.. either. But," he adds with a grin, "that doesn't mean you're safe."

"I've been looking over my shoulder ever since I came back to the states. I was surprised you didn't follow me to London. In the meantime I've just been waiting for the day when you would come and exact your revenge."

"That's exactly what I've come to do," he says coldly. "I made a promise a long time ago that I would never forgive you."

He takes a long drink and looks at you as if he's seeing you for the first time. "And now, the time has come."

You can see it in his eyes. You can see the darkness that now resides there, different from the one that used to excite you. It's Dave, but it's not the Dave you used to know.

A chill goes through you. You nod, knowing this day is long overdue. If your father faced death at the hands of Dave York, so can you.

You put down your glass, the whiskey still on your lips. "I'm glad it's you. Poetic that way." You stand up from your seat, surprised that your knees don't buckle automatically. "Outside," you tell him.

In the darkness of the alley behind the bar, your coat offers no protection from the cold you feel in your heart. The back street is empty. You look up at the stars in the night sky, feeling small in their midst.

This is it.. the end of it all.

He looks at you and sees the same calmness that he saw in your father. He sees that you've accepted your fate without fear, and he can't help but admire that.

"You know.. I thought about it a lot as I came here," he says. "What I wanted to do to you when I found you.. and what I wanted you to feel in your last moments."

You languidly turn to him, as if in a dream. "So tell me."

"I wanted to make you suffer. I wanted to see you beg for mercy, to see you plead for your life." His smile is cold and cruel. "But you're not scared, are you, sweetpea? Either you're as tough as I believe, or your self-preservation instincts are for shit," he sneers. "Even now, you're calm.."

Your placid countenance belies your shivering heart as you stand against the wall, deep breath in, deep breath out. "How are you going to do it?"

"You really want to know? You trust me that much?"

"You're the best, right? I'm glad it's you." You smile a little, shaking your head. "I loved you from the first time I saw you, Dave. I've loved you all this time. I love you right now."

He almost laughs. It's comical to hear you talk about love at a moment like this. "And I've hated you for all these years. I hate you for what you did to my family. I hate you with every fiber of my being.."

His voice turns to a whisper. "And I hate you because I still love you."

A brief smile flickers in your eyes. "As you once told me.. 'If this is love, we're both fucked.'"

Dave seems reluctant now, as if he's had a change of heart. You love each other, despite everything, and even now you're willing to let him just take your life, snuff it out with a single blow.

"Don't disappoint me, York," your voice pierces his thoughts like an icy blast. "Don't tell me you've come all this way for nothing. Not when I've been getting ready for you."

In an instant he pins you to the wall, his weight pressing you into the bricks as his hands wrap around your throat. Your breath comes in labored gasps as you fight to free your arms and legs. Despite your efforts, Dave is physically stronger. He's methodical, using his strength to subdue you rather than overpowering you with brute force. You can feel the desperation rising, your struggle becoming more frantic as you wrack your brain for any possible means of escape.

In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, you find a small sharp object in your purse - the syringe. With a burst of adrenaline you jab it into the soft area right below his ribs, keeping your thumb off the plunger.

He lets out a sharp grunt and loosens his grip, staring dumbfounded at the needle sticking out of him, your finger hovering over the end, ready to press the danger into his bloodstream. "Let me guess," he says, his breath warm against your face. "Propofol? Rocuronium bromide?"

"Air," you answer with a winning smile, your voice hoarse from his choking you.

He swallows thickly, face pale even in the wintry moonlight.

You've never felt a surge of power like the one shooting through your veins right now. "I'd say my instinct for self-preservation is pretty fucking good."

Right as you see that angry spark in his eye you take advantage of the temporary adrenaline rush and push him away from you. Dave stumbles back, pulling the syringe from his torso and tossing it away right before you crash into him again. You both topple onto the cold wet pavement, grappling with one another, and it doesn't escape your realization that it's all an inverted display of the way you couldn't keep your hands off each other years ago.

You're unaware that the contents of your purse have fallen out in the scuffle, until Dave pins you down and notices the knife, the gun, neither of which you bothered to use on him just moments before. Then the bright light of your phone screen illuminates its presence in the shadowy alleyway.

Your wallpaper is a picture of you, holding a small boy who's smiling as you're kissing his cheek.

Still beneath him, your stomach lurches and you scramble for phone. "Give that back!" But Dave doesn't listen.

"You have a child?" he asks, completely bewildered that he hadn't thought of you having a life apart from the history you have with him. You'd mentioned a husband, but not a child.

The photo is lovely, taken recently as he guesses from the similar hairstyle as you have now. He's a beautiful child, with his mother's eyes. The love between mother and son is palpable, something pure and sweet that he has only experienced with his own children. It takes the wind out of him. He looks at you and all of the anger, all of the hate and rage he felt towards you seems to dissolve like salt in water.

Your heart is near palpitating as you take the phone from him, gently wiping the falling snow from the screen, taking a tiny moment to admire the photo for yourself. "The last night we spent together in that little motel room.. before everything happened.. a couple months later I found out I was pregnant."

It takes every ounce of courage you have to confess this to him: "This is Benjamin.. your son.."

Dave is paralyzed by your revelation, utterly unable to move or even breathe as he stares at the photo, puts the pieces together. He sees his features in his son, the perfect combination of you and him in another being, a little boy who is the culmination of your love.

He sees you as he never saw you before. You're not the woman who betrayed him and destroyed his family. You're the woman who gave him a son, a part of himself that he never knew would exist.

"He's beautiful," he murmurs, drinking in this moment, helping you to your feet as you struggle to stand, asking if you're all right but you don't answer him.

You've never envisioned how this would go. Not even your late husband knew Ben's real paternity, just that you needed stability to raise him. A part of you is on edge. You've just revealed the person who means the most to you in this world, and in one moment Dave could take it away.

"He just turned five in September," you tell him, "That night.. that terrible and wonderful night before I left you.. something good came from all of it," you tell him.

He nods. "I guess it did." He looks at the picture once more. "Where is he?"

You take a moment before answering. "He's at home. A friend of mine is watching him."

"I want to see him."

"You already have kids, Dave. Or have you forgotten them?"

"Don't go," he pleads as you start to walk away. Around the corner you can hear the holiday music blaring from the bar. "Last Christmas" by Wham!

"I want to see him," he says, catching up with you. "Please."

Being a mom has made you soft. And the truth is you spent the majority of your energy in your short scuffle with him moments ago. "Follow me home."

"Leave whatever weapons you have in the mailbox."

You wait on him, arms crossed, ensuring your safety before you let him beyond your threshold. Dave puts his semi-automatic pistol and a knife. He had these on him all the time but didn't use them..

"Now you," he says, watching as you put your own gun and knife into the mailbox. One corner of your mouth lifts up into a half-smile as your eyes meet, realizing you've both thought alike.

Inside your home it's cozy. A brightly lit Christmas tree glows with warm golden light in front of the main window in the living room. Dave looks around, taking it all in: the decorations placed with love and care, the presents piled under the tree for Ben - his son - to open the next morning.

A woman, clad in a soft gray sweater and jeans, comes out from the hallway, carrying little Ben in her arms. "He couldn't sleep without you here," she tells you, her glance jumping quickly between you and Dave.

You take him from her, letting her know you're home for the night and giving a quick introduction to Dave. "This is Paige, she helps me with Ben from time to time."

They exchange hellos, a little awkward under the circumstances. You take Ben in your arms, and he immediately wraps his arms around you. You wish Paige a happy Christmas and she leaves.

Now it's just the three of you. "Can I hold him?" Dave asks.

You hesitate before nodding, asking Ben if he's okay to go with him. Watching him with his father you can see the resemblance, plain as day. "Is he what you looked like as a kid?" You ask curiously.

"I think so," he smiles, still amazed that he's holding his child, a piece of him that he left behind with you for so long, your love made real.

Ben is bathed and put to bed. Dave knows everything about him by now: his birthday, favorite foods, his friends in his kindergarten class, the names of his stuffed animals and favorite superheroes. All this Dave takes in with the same interest he had when his daughters were younger.

He even reads him a bedtime story while you watch from the doorway, watching a scene you never imagined would come to life. Ben has Dave's smile, his hair. It's uncanny. You remember when you first started working for the Yorks, the first night you walked in on him reading to the girls before bed. That was the moment you fell in love with him.

It might be happening all over again.

After he's asleep you sit in the living room, sipping coffee spiked with brandy.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asks.

You sip your drink, letting it warm the chill that's going through you, hoping it'll dull the overpowering emotions coursing in your veins. "I was afraid you'd come after me, kill me, and take him away."

"Is that what you think of me? That I'd kill you for our son?" For a moment he actually looks hurt.

"I don't know what to think of you."

"I deserve to be in his life," he says stubbornly, and you get a peek of the old Dave from before. "We can put the past behind us. We can get reacquainted. We can be what we should have been all along. He belongs to both of us. And I want to be here for him." He pauses, seeing the photos on the table and walls: you and Ben throughout his young life: on a beach somewhere with pure white sand, at a zoo posing in front of the zebras, and in every picture it's obvious he's loved.

"You did a good job with him, sweetpea. Our son is happy."

"He was my reason for going on," you tell him. "I was still in London when I found out I was pregnant. At first I thought it was the worst possible thing that could happen, but when I really sat down to make a decision I realized there was no other option but to keep him and love him. I knew a miracle could be reaped from the awfulness we sowed."

You raised him alone, mostly, with some help from your mother, who of course asked who Ben's father was. There was absolutely no way you could tell her, so you simply said it was a boyfriend who'd wanted nothing to do with the baby. After getting your Master's you found yourself here in St. Louis, met Liam who cared for you and your child, and lost him to sudden illness only a year after you married him. And every day you did not stop thinking about Dave.

"I assume you're still involved in your.. activities?" you ask him.

He takes a deep breath, mentally going over the jobs he'd done in the past six years, of which he'd taken more than before you'd left. Not only had he needed the money, but he needed something else to keep from thinking about you.

"Yes, I am," he replies. "I know you were hoping for a different answer than that."

"I was hoping for a different answer, but I wasn't expecting one," you tell him. "And the situation with Carol and the girls.. did she leave you? Did you work things out?" You hate that this is the answer you dread the most.

"We're divorced now," he says curtly. "And the girls.." an actual smile melts away his bitterness. "The girls are great. They're teenagers now. We've worked out a custody arrangement and we're keeping things civil for their sake. They adapted better than I thought they would."

"Do they all hate me for what I did? For my part in the affair?"

He pauses. "It's complicated.. the girls know why you left. I haven't given them any details and I doubt Carol has told them anything they shouldn't know. But you shouldn't blame yourself. It takes two to tango. I'm just as guilty."

You've finished your coffee, and just as you start to rise from your chair you pause, giving him a smirk. "Dave.. calling yourself 'guilty' after everything you've done is probably the funniest thing I've ever heard."

He takes your hand as you try to walk past him. "What would you say if I said we should be together for Benjamin's sake?"

You should have seen this coming, should have known he'd attempt to ingratiate himself into your good graces to keep some control over your life. "I've already done that. I married my late husband so that Benjamin could have a father.. I'm not going to go into any more relationships under false pretenses."

There's something more he wants to say, something that he wants to get across to you. "A lot of my life is gone. Lost. Because of what you did."

"I know. And I can say the same about you. We took each other's lives away."

"But you," Dave continues, "you gave me this. All of the happiness you took away, you gave it back to me in a way I never would have dreamed." He takes your hand in his. "And what if this isn't false pretenses? What if I'm asking because I know.. because we know, you and I are meant for each other?"

He knows he's getting ahead of himself. He's letting his emotions and his desire take over.

But you shake your head. "You only want me because I'm the one left standing in the ashes."

"You're partly right," he agrees. "I want you because you're right in front of me now. That's just natural, I'd say. But I always wanted you, sweetpea," he says with total honesty. "You were always the woman I loved."

"Fucked up people always love other fucked up people," you remind him. "And you and I are the most fucked up people I know,. Weren't we just about to kill each other in an alley?"

"Maybe you would have killed me.. but you didn't. And I could have killed you.."

"I get it, I get it," you playfully roll your eyes. "Am I your first failed mission?"

"Yeah, but.. definitely worth it."

He manages to get a smile out of you, and as he pulls you close he rejoices that you don't pull away. When he brings his lips to yours for a kiss, you don't stop him. You come together as fluidly as if you'd never been apart all this time, and you kiss him back hungrily, having missed his taste.

In the bedroom your appetite only grows stronger as you unbutton Dave's shirt, running your hands over the warmth of his chest. He lifts your dress over your head and you continue to unwrap each other. Your eyes take in every inch of his frame, seeing that he hasn't changed much in six years. His side job keeps him fit and he's kept his little belly that you've always found so attractive.

He reaches for you, takes your curves under his touch and gently kneading your soft flesh. "I missed you so much.." he whispers as you gasp with pleasure. "Missed what's mine." As his hands trace your skin he discovers the small scar on your lower abdomen, nearly hidden by the softness of your own little belly.

"What's this?" he asks, noticing that his touch doesn't seem to register there.

"It was Ben," you explain. "I had to have an emergency C-section."

His fingers trace over the scar, imagining the pain you must have gone through, the fear you must have felt. "I should have been there with you."

"I'm not made of glass, Dave." Breaking from him you lay back on the bed, legs parted as you begin to touch yourself, lifting your eyes to meet his dark gaze as your fingers continue their pleasured work across your delicate folds.

"Open wider," he says in a low command, crawling over you on the bed, watching intently. "Make yourself come."

He follows each dip and swirl of your fingers, the tips painted in red glitter lacquer, as they brush across your clit, disappearing into your already drenched cunt.

"How does that feel, sweetpea?" he asks, his voice husky with lust.

"Good," you moan. "But not nearly as good as you." You reach for him, and though he wants desperately to dive into your sopping wet hole, he practices control.

"Not yet," he says gently, chiding you. "I said, make yourself come."

He watches as you add pressure to your clit, your pussy swallowing up your middle and ring fingers while your other hand palms your breast, twists and pulls your nipple. He's never seen you more gorgeous, chasing your pleasure. The scent of your sex is in the air, beckoning him, and it takes every shred of his self-discipline to keep where he is, cock in his hand, lazily stroking as his dark eyes dance with the vision of you spread out before him, coming at last.

He takes his time about getting inside you, and though you're slippery enough to handle him it's still a tight fit after years apart. He's careful until you ask him not to be, and then he fucks you with smooth, steady thrusts, bottoming out as you arch your back, crying out his name, the sound of your flesh slapping together a perfect symphony with your moaning and his praise in your ear my good girl, missed this pussy so much, needed her all this time, and she needed me, gonna tame her, make her mine all over again.

He moves with you, as if he's connected to every beat of your heart. This is the only thing in the world that feels right, no matter how wrong it is. You can't not love him, You've never felt more like yourself, realizing that he brings it out of you. The air between you becomes electric, frantic, your movements desperate and wild.

"Come for me, sweetpea," he whispers, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. "Let me feel this tight little hole get her fill of me."

It's a fucking relief when you finally come, the moment prolonged as he continues to move, stimulating your clit beyond your point, only letting up when you forcefully shove his hand away. Watching you come is a miracle made true, something he never thought he'd get to experience again, and he comes with the final clench around him, keeping him there, keeping him home.

You're both vulnerable, perhaps for the first time, with each other. There are no more secrets to be had, no more devastation to wreak. Just you and him, and an ocean of possibilities before you.

"Can you forgive me?" he asks, meeting your eyes. "For what I did?"

It's weighed heavy on your mind since the day you learned the truth, and you've come to realize that all the tragedy did was allow you to move on, even if it brought you to have to face your past more clearly.

"Yes," you answer. "I do forgive you. And now you have to forgive me."

It's easier to do that now, now that the walls you both built up have been knocked down. "I forgive you," he echoes. "We'll never bring it up again."

There's a clarity you never imagined you'd receive, a gift that's long overdue after the years of being in limbo. You snuggle to him, pressing a kiss his throat.

"I thought about you every day, sweetpea," he whispers. "And maybe I'm crazy, but.. marry me."

You're at a loss for words. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. "What.. what did you say?" you ask slowly, usure if you even heard him right. "Did you ask me to marry you?"

"I did," he says assertively. "So? Will you marry me?" A little smirk crosses his lips and there's a light in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"I'm just so.. stunned," you sit up against the headboard and he does the same. "Why would you even want to marry me? Don't you remember everything that happened?"

"I remember everything. I remember it every day. But like you said, 'fucked up people always love other fucked up people' and look at us: still crazy about each other even after we've ruined each other's lives. There's nothing for us except to be together."

"You sound so certain," you look at him with a conflicted smile. "Are you really sure this is what you want? To wake up every day and remember what happened and who we are?"

His smile lights up his whole face. "I'm counting on us to remember who and what we are. If we forget everything that happened between us then we've learned nothing. But now we're standing in the ashes of our old lives and look at us: we won. If anything, that just proves we're supposed to be together. We know all the bad parts of each other and we still choose to be here."

Watching him, and listening, you become convinced. You can't ignore the truth of what he's saying. "I'm gonna marry you, Dave," you tell him, your voice full of love and joy.

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THE ONLY ONE FOR ME | DR. SPENCER REID

Summary; When Spencer ‘accidentally’ flirted with another girl, you weren’t exactly thrilled.

Contents; P in V, humiliation, no protection used, begging, slight crying, black reader, reader has female anatomy, little bit mean reader, sub!spence, reader uses she/her pronouns, tiny blood kink, overstimulation.

“I didn’t even know! I- I was just talking back. You know, making conversation?” She crossed her arms, annoyance laced in her face.

“No, Spencer. I don’t know.” He pouted, staring up at her. The boy was sitting down on the edge of their shared bed, while Y/n stood over him.

“Do you really not know what she was doing? She rubbed your arm Spence! Why would she do that in a friendly matter?”

He tried to make words come out but it really was no use, her mind was already set.

“You want her don’t you? I saw the way your cheeks blushed, the way your eyes lit up. Leave.” Pointing towards the door.

“No! No.” He stood up quickly but shortly sat down due to the stare Y/n give him.

Spencer was a good boy. He waited til she was done talking to let his words through, even though he really wanted to interrupt her. Knowing it made her upset, also made him upset and he really wanted to prevent that.

“70% of people associated feelings of embarrassment or discomfort with receiving a compliment. S-So I couldn’t help but blush, you know I always get flustered, I’m not used to compliments Y/n.” She huffed, that she knew.

He kept on rambling, following her around the room with his eyes while she walked in circles. Y/n was removing her clothing, well; except her heels.

They were white Saint LAURENT Opyum heels. She liked designer, and if she could afford it, what’s the issue?

Spencer liked when she kept her heels on, and even though he was still taller than her, Y/n made him feel small.

“Wha- What are you doing?” Clicking her tongue, she shook her head, “I don’t know, you’re the profiler. You tell me Doctor Spencer Reid.”

The way she said his name made him shiver. “Stop. Please?” He sounded so cute, made her heart beat 10 times faster.

She got off her two piece, left in her white bra, along with the matching panties. A shaky breath left his mouth, he liked white. Y/n was teasing him, it’s like she planned for him to be flustered by a random girl.

Just to get him where they are now.

“I like when you beg, but how can I stop when I haven’t even touched you?”

Her hands fell on either side of his thighs, their noses almost touching. She could hear his heartbeat, made her giggle.

“What’s f-funny?” She licked her lips, “Oh nothing, just how hard you are under those jeans. You wanna feel some relief, yeah?”

Nodding his head frantically, he bit down on his lip, hard enough she knows it’ll leave a mark.

“But you just told me to stop.” Faking sadness with a pout, she brushed her nose against the tip of his. A whine slipped from his lips, so she connected their lips.

They moved together in sync, until she massaged her freshly manicured nails against his bulge. Y/n was going too slow, and even though his hips rutted against her hands, it just wasn’t enough.

“Please.” He mumbled against her lips. Hoping that since she smiled into the kiss, she would go easy on him.

So she waited, and waited. Until he realized that she wasn’t gonna go easy on him at all.

Slowly removing his left hand from the bed, he held the hand that was against his bulge and controlled her speed. Y/n was shocked, Reid wasn’t into being control at all, he really was needy for release.

Pulling away for air, she giggled loudly when he tried to chase her lips. “Slow your roll little guy, why are you in a rush?”

Y/n pulled her hand away a little as a tease, her brows raising when he kept her hand in place, applying slight pleasure to his covered cock.

“Please don’t go.” Tilting her head to the side she tangled her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp. When he moaned quietly, she stopped. A pout left plastered on his face.

“If you want something, I want you to say it straight up. No shortcuts Spence.” The man unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down so they flooded around his feet.

He looked up at her hoping it was enough, it’s like he couldn’t say stuff like that. Came out too nerdy and scientific.

Bending down into a squat, she brought both her hands up to massage his thighs, nowhere near where he wanted. “You want me to make you cum?” She cooed, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

“Yes! Mhm, please?” Y/n nodded, tugging his boxers down, he helped too. Lifting up his hips so it was easier.

So needy, he was.

When his dick hit his pale chest and was met with the cold air, he felt a shiver go through his whole body.

Neck hairs stood up in anticipation, she always made him guess what she was gonna do next. Always turning out to be better than what he imagined.

She licked a long stripe from the base of his cock towards the tip, bringing it into her mouth for a long suck.

“Mmf- I’m sorry, so s-sorry.” She let go out of it with a pop sound, licking her lips, “Sorry for what pumpkin?”

“Tal- Talking to her; responding, actually.” Y/n held the base with her right hand, clicking her tongue.

“Why you bringing her up, you want her do to this for you or something?” He shook his head fast, making her smile softly.

“Not at all, I- I want you only. You’re the only one for me Y/n, I won’t do it again. I’ll be good for you, promise.” Even during intimate times he always has to get it across to her that’s she’s the only one.

“I know baby, your dicks standing tall. Just for me, right?” Squeezing her hand, he thrusted up into it, a bright blush coating his face.

“Mhm momma, please just make it better. I’ll do anything.” Her brow rose, he didn’t know what he got himself into.

While her hand was squeezed around his base, the other was moving up and down. Almost too fast for Spencer.

He wasn’t gonna last that was for sure. He was always able to cum whenever unless told otherwise, and Y/n didn’t say anything.

She knew exactly when he was getting close, his chest grew heavier, and the boy would start to mumble words nobody could decipher.

So when that familiar knot in his stomach grew until it was about to unfold, he was gonna let loose. That was until she took her hands away.

“P- Please? Can I cum? Can you let me? I’ll be so good.” Standing up, she ordered him to get up higher on the bed, and that he did.

The look on his face was almost pornographic, the boy looked a mess. Messed up hair, flushed cheeks, and pink bruised lips.

“You want some help with that Doctor?” She touched his tip with her pointer finger, playing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t help but bite on his tongue, nodding so hard you would think his head would fall off.

“No please? Don’t be pathetic now. Where are your manners?” He shook his head, taking him outside his daze. His hair falling in front of his face.

“Please, can you help me? Need you so bad. I could cum right now.” Frowning, she sighed deeply, “I didn’t say you could though. You don’t listen to rules either?”

“I-I’ll listen to you! Wont cum, just.. please momma?”

Smirking, she seductively took off her panties, only added to the need he had to cum. Crawling up in between his legs like a man eater, she straddled him, ignoring his whines of annoyance.

Her wet folds went back and forth over his member, eliciting a shaky breath from Y/n. As she lifted up, his eyes fell down to the slick she left on him.

Y/n’s hands were on his shoulders, as the girl above him teased his tip. She would take him in, a choked moan escaping him, only to turn into a whimper when she lifted herself back up.

She wanted to build his tolerance, he was known for coming too quick.

Needed to train her boy.

“Oh please, am I not good? I deserve this, you. It hurts when you do that Y/n.” Holding his chin up with her right hand, “Why do you think that concerns me Spence, now shh. Can you do that?”

The grip on his chin was too harsh, he couldn’t talk. So he went for nodding instead. While he sunk down on his length, she leaned in for a kiss. His lips were plump, soft.

She bit down on his bottom lip, not letting go even when he whined and whimpered.

Not letting go until she tasted it, that tiniest bit of blood. Not only did Y/n taste that, she felt him. Felt him twitch inside her. The boy was so worried about the pain he didn’t even realize she bottomed out.

Pulling away with his blood on her lips she slowly licked them off, waiting for his reaction. His eyes were closed and when he opened them, they were glazed over.

“Pumpkin?” He hummed, his puppy eyes trailing up to hers.

“Whatcha think, yes or no?” Spencer smiled softly, his hands trailing to either side of her hips before nodding.

“Can you d-do it again?”

“Hmm, where?”

One of his hands lifted to point to his neck, before going back to its original place.

So she listened, slowly moving herself up and down on him while kissing and sucking on his neck. She didn’t wanna bite him again just yet.

Tangling her hands in this hair she lifted his head up to look at her, “You wanna cum?” He mumbled a yes, licking over where Y/n bit.

“M’close, so close. Please?” She smiled when she saw a tear, the way his voice sounded like he was holding back a buttload of tears.

“Doctor Reid wants to let loose huh? Bet it hurts so bad don’t it?” Pulling harshly on his hair he let out a sob, accompanied by a bunch of soft pleads.

“Hurts so bad momma, gonn—I’m begging you, can I? Please?” She made herself look like she was thinking about it, then clenched around him, throwing her head back.

“Close, I’m t-there. P-Please?” Shaking her head, a bright smile on her face, “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

His eyes lit up, nodding. He was about to say something until she cut him off, “Then no cumming, shh.”

Her left hand scratched his pale chest, a line of red following. Y/n started nipping on his neck, before looking down at him.

“Cum whenever pumpkin.” Her teeth sinking into his skin. The boys eyes rolled back, his mouth wide open but no sound coming out.

He’d never waited this long for a nut, but the way it made him feel, he could wait longer next time.

She let his neck go, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, placing wet kisses along his jaw and chest.

When Spencer finished and came back to, Y/n was laid next to him. Her cunt filled with his mess.

The boy knew she didn’t cum, and he wanted to make it up to her; for what happened and the party.

Even though he was tired, he was never tired enough to eat her out. So he crawled towards her cunt, his hair messy and pink gloss kisses all over his face and body.

It was like he was in a dream, the way he snuggled in between her thighs, spreading them open just a little bit for more access.

Moaning at the taste of both of them combined, he whined into her when Y/n’s hands tangled Into his hair, tugging softly.

“You’re such a good boy.”

xoxo, liah

[multifandomwhore-003]

You're a bitch²

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! reader

Summary: JJ Maybank can go fuck you. himself.

Genre(s): smut, a sprinkle of fluff at the end

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex, mentions of pain bein pleasurable, mentions of bruises, marks, hickeys, etc.

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Something along the lines of a groan came out of his mouth and it hit you too quick and too hard what you were doing, betraying your brain, satisfying your heart, and feeding your skin, all at the same time. You grabbed onto his hair, you needed him, so much so that the contact was now desperate; you tugged on it with more strength that you planned, you despised him, so much so that it all became too rough.

You had to pull him away from you, "You're a fucking piece shit, Maybank," you let out with a faint voice crack, "You took me for a goddamn fool, I liked you, asshole, I really liked you,"

He grinned proudly, sore lips, flushed cheeks, "Make your mind, gorgeous, where do you want me buried? Six feet deep down the marsh, or inside you?" he trailed his fingers down to your belly.

"Fuck you," there was so much anger in your throat that you were close to spitting on him.

"Just because you asked so nicely," he responded with sarcasm before leaning in for another kiss.

Your arms reached his back, almost crawling at his fair skin, he moaned as he sat you so easily on top of the table, he lifted one of your legs pushing your upper body to be perfectly laid out just for him. He tried to recover his breath now being separated from your mouth only to latch himself onto your neck, he hooked the leg behind him leaving a red print only to quite literally rip apart the shirt that barely reached your hips; he began to move lower moving the fabric out of his way, you read it in his eyes, the pure cockiness coated with bliss when seeing your naked breasts, you then deciphered all the wheels turning in his mind, and yet, you still gasped with surprise when he bit your very sensitive nipples, —Payback— you thought, recalling the nail marks you had left behind.

"Fucking hell!" you yelped in pain nearly being capable of feeling the blood rise up.

He didn't cease, he wasn't willing to until he made sure the entire cut could see from miles away who you belonged to, even if it was for just one night. By the time he stopped, there was sweat spreading all over your forehead, and your eyes were on the edge of tearing up, but you never asked him to stop, you would never ask him to stop.

"'M sorry gorgeous, was that too much?" he taunted, licking his thumb to very poorly massage his doings, only leaving your tits wet at swollen.

He went back up, sweetly joining his lips to yours, but you were bitter about the bruises, about his being on top of you, about still being the very object of your arousal, about everything, so by the time he planned to part, you bit his bottom lip, and this time he actually let out a groan, feeling himself on the edge of bleeding.

"You're still pretty pissed aren't you?" he rubbed the hurt area, "Looks like I'm gonna have to fuck you dumb until you forget," and before you could come up with yet another gut-digging insult, your panties were somewhere on the floor along with his towel.

You gulped, bracing yourself for impact, but ended up frowning when it was his turn to grasp you by the hair, you were too horny and too lost to come up with another way to explain it, but you could feel his willingness to suck the soul out of your mouth, you felt used in a way, what purpose were you serving at that moment if not a pathetic, dripping, warm mouth for his use; it was painful, the way everything clashed and wrecked, ruining each other. He make his words come to fruition, burring himself in an instant, and such a move only brought out of you a moan so loud you could picture it bouncing in the water.

It was so excruciating, so delicious, so agonizing, and so fucking exquisite, what else would you expect out of him? With how much you tortured him by denying this very moment, he desired you so much he considered begging, but this was the better outcome of things.

There was no better way to process it, he was slamming you against the wood with such strength your whines were being covered by the creaking. You could tell your body rushed itself for release, binding the burning pain with the boiled pleasure, and remembering the adrenaline that dragged the possibility of being discovered. You tried, you really tried to put up a fight, holding back when he held himself by your hips, when he began to make unholy noises, and even when his chest could barely keep up with his breathing; he squeezed your collarbone to go impossibly deeper, and by time his tip was kissing your cervix, you very audibly came undone; he very messily continued just to last a few seconds later.

You still dared to prove him wrong, gathering all that was left of yourself to try and shape some semblance of a sentence, but you would only be lying to yourself if you say you could.

He noticed, shaking his head whilst chuckling, "There's nothing to be said gorgeous, you got me to fuck the brains out of ya', you won," he then kissed your temple.

[metmotleysgirl127]

Doctor feel good pt2

Warning- loss of v card. Spitting. Screaming.

I kissed him once more and we ran like teenagers to his room. He shut the door behind him and he turned around, grabbing my face and kissing me. I moaned into him, ripping his tank top off his body. We broke apart and he took my shirt off. “Do you not wear a bra every night?”, he chuckled. “Nope never”, I giggled. “Not complaining”, he says, leaning down, putting a breast in his mouth. He massaged the other one, making me gasp. He picked me up and set me down on the couch. He stood up, unlacing his pants and pulling them down, throwing them somewhere. “No underwear, not complaining”, I giggled. He smirked, yanking my skirt off with my underwear. He got on top of me and kissed me. “I won’t do anything until you're ready”,he says, looking at me. I held his hand and he started kissing and sucking on my breast again. I tilted his face up and kissed him. I ran my hands down his back and ran back up his back with my nails. He groaned, kissing my neck. A few moments and kisses passed and I was ready. Nikki sat up and pumped his cock a few times. I spread my legs and he spat on my cunt. He softly fingered me and lined his cock up with my cunt. He held my hands and pushed in. I closed my eyes and whined. “I know baby, I got you”, he says, kissing my cheek. I’ve never seen this side of Nikki before. He’s always been so rough with me like I was one of the guys but, it seems like he actually cares about me. He pulled out and then pushed in again, bottoming out. I let out a little scream and he looked down at me worried. “Shhh, it’s okay”, he says, kissing me. My breathing was heavy, I had a death grip around his biceps. “Relax honey, I promise it’s gonna feel good”, he says,sucking on my neck. I finally relaxed and he started moving. His movements were slow, he had a gentle rhythm and a soft grip on my hips. It hurt for a while but then started feeling good. “Hm Nikki”, I moaned. “Told ya”, he grinned. He started moving at a normal pace. The room was filled with moans, grunts and gasps. “Fuck you feel so good”, he says, kissing me. “Nikki, Nikki, Nikki,” I moaned, scratching his back. “That’s it baby.”, he says, kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. “You're such a good girl. Doing so good for daddy”, he says, kissing my neck. I kissed him, scraping my nails down his neck. He groaned, putting my leg on his shoulder. He bent down, kissing and sucking on my neck. “Oh, oh fuck. You feel so good”, I say, scratching his back. “Mhm baby girl!”, he moaned, laying his head on mine. “Nikki, I’m gonna cum baby”, I replied. “Go ahead and cum. Cum for me. Please, please cum”, he begged. I nearly screamed as I came, gripping onto his body as my legs shaked. He came with a loud groan, throwing his head back. He looked at me, smiling. He kissed me and laid on top of me. “You alright darling?”, he asked, kissing my hand. I nodded, slightly giggling. “Holy shit! Yo dudes!”Tommy yells. “Hey get the fuck out man, get out!”Nikki says, throwing a pillow, hitting Tommy in the face. I laughed and Tommy left, closing the door. “Fuck that kid”, nikki says, rolling his eyes. I laughed, kissing him. “I love you sixx”

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Hope ya liked it.

[melloraconteur]

Day 003. | Hate Sex

Phillip Graves x Reader

Synopthesis: You hate him. He loves you still. He cannot change your hate with sex.

Cont. P in V, Reader hates Graves but reason is not mentioned, Reader has a vagina

Word Count -> 398

Not edited or proofread

There was always a feud going on between you and Phillip Graves. Oftentimes, the other shadows had to pull you away from the man before you did something that would fuck up your life even more.

Truthfully, no one knew why there was so much bad blood between the both of you and they sure as hell didn't know why Graves kept you around if you always snarked back at him. 

You didn't think that you would ever forgive Graves for what he had done but you weren't keen on trying to find another man that was as a good fuck as he is. 

And that stubborn mindset led you to where you are now.

You rake your nails down his back, needing something to ground you from the fast pace that Graves set. 

"Thought I'd let you go to someone else, baby? Tough luck, this pussy is mine and I don't give a flying fuck if you hate me or not." He snarls into your ear, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust angled at the spongy spot inside of you that always made you see stars. 

"I fucking -hhnng- hate yo--you!" You hiss, angry that you are yet again under your commander and enjoying the pleasure he gives you. Your hateful sentiment towards him doesn't last long, not when he's pounding into you like he's trying to shape your walls into the shape of his cock. 

"H-hate me all you want, sweetheart. You'll never find someone better than me." he taunts you, chuckling when you buck your hips into him when his finger presses down on your clit, a pleasurable jolt of pain flashing through you from the slight graze of his nail. His chuckle breaks off into a moan when you reach up and bite into his shoulder, your moan muffled when you feel his cock throb inside of you. 

With a few more deep, slow thrusts, and some love showered to your clit, you're creaming around him, body going limp from the immense pleasure. Distantly, you feel hot ropes of cum fill your pussy and then his cock softening and slipping out of you. 

You turn over, not caring about your sweaty body or the mess between your legs. You cannot face him afterwards. You hear him dress himself and slip out the door.

You hate him. That won't change after what he did.

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate. 

[stxrrgirlz]

bang chan...daddy and corruption kink?

🌙 ❜ ─ sweetheart

Authors note. Probably the most real thing I’ve read today let’s talk about how he would let all his stress out on you! Feel free to send more asks in! Requests always open.

Bangchan. x Fem!reader

Wc. 500-ish

» Bangchan with a daddy and corruption kink

Warnings. Bang Chan is readers first time. (Implied)Let me know if I miss anything. Dirty talk, daddy kink, Chan taking his anger out on you,corruption. Pwp, p in v. Pet names.

MINORS DNI 18+

Not Proof Read

Genre. Smut

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Maybe it was the tension in the room that made him so angry. Though you figure that probably wasn’t it. you were looking for a reason to believe Chan wasn’t angry at you. You look so nervous trying to stay off his bad side. Nails tugging at the end of your lightly colored skirt. Face having a worried expression of your eyebrows knitted together and a cute pout tugging at the ends of your lips.

To be fair he wasn’t angry at you he was angry at JYP for overworking the whole group. However when Chan is mad it often reflects the emotion in said room he happen to be in. Often rubbing off on others.

Being the loving caring girlfriend you where you did offer to take care of him and try to take any stress he might be feeling off of him, but apparently your vision of helping Chan relax was not the same as his.

How could he resist? The way your skirt would slightly touch your thighs when you got up to walk over to him. The way you look at him with a concern innocent expression on your face. He just had to ruin you.

He usually wasn’t this rough. Most of the time he takes his time with you slowly coaxing you closer and closer prioritizing your pleasure over his own. However that wasn’t the case this time.

He didn’t take his time preparing you or slowly taking of you clothes. Ripping of the skirt as soon as your back hit the bed. Cute white panties adorned with a pink bow at the top. Not taking time to slowly slide his fingers in. Your face contorting at the roughness. You couldn’t handle it not with his hands abusing your cunt. Trying to use your hands to slow him down

Bangchan smiles as he can see you struggling against his strong hands. Though he still complies with your wishes nothing wanting more than to replace his hand with his cock.

You whimper as Bangchan enters your walls cock stretching you out so much, the slight burn you had quickly goes away and gets replaced with ultimate pleasure.

“ good girl” Chan grunts out as you suck him in.

“Mmh” you nod your head already being to far along, just waiting for Chan to move.

“ use your words princess” he knows that pet names like that have an effect on you.

“ yes daddy just for you” you whimper. Bucking your hips up wanting to gain some friction.

Bangchan grants your wishes as he starts thrusting at the steady pace waiting for you to get used to him.

No matter how many times you took him you couldn’t get adjusted to him. Pussy always so tight no matter what. Chan felt like he was taking your virginity all over again.

He wraps your legs around his waist to be able to hit deeper inside you. Angelina himself to hit your sweet spot. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

He picks up his pace, seeing the way your face contorts into pleasure. He couldn’t imagine someone who looks so innocent doing something so lewd. It only made him harder.

He reaches his hand down to rub your clit he knows the way you tighten around him when he does it. He could feel your walls pulsating around his cock. Signaling that you where close. He angels his hips once more to have your reach your release.

“ d-Daddy I’m coming” you stutter juices dripping down to the base of his cock.

He doesn’t stop their though wanting to cum inside you first before stopping. Walls still pulsating around his he finishes quickly. Pulling out to see his cum leak out of you.

He looks down at you and your fucked out form before getting up again too clean you up.

[myaoiboy]

Rating All The Metal Gears By Hotness

No, not the characters. Yes, literally the Metal Gears. If I forgot any, let me know.

Metal Gear TX-55 - 4/10

This is just a lil guy. A friend, even. Reminiscent of a gonk droid from Star Wars. Sucks that he was made to do murdering. I can see where someone would find appeal, but not really for me.

Metal Gear D - 6/10

This one I can see. He got some depth to him. Kinda shiny. More smooth, less boxy. Kind of insectoid. In most franchises this would be like an 8, but it gets knocked down because of what comes later being so much sexier.

Also can I say that MG2's spriting? Mwah. Chef's kiss. So pretty. Didn't even read the intro the first time I started it up bc I was marveling at the pretty spritework. I fucking love good spritework, just find it so much more satisfying than equivalent-quality 3D art.

Metal Gear G - 2/10

Never actually completed or seen in game. Was supposed to be a smaller, mass produced version of D. Kinda sexy, loses points for being so fictional that it's only theoretical even in the games.

Metal Gear REX - 7/10

OOOO YEAH, NOW WE'RE TALKIN'!! SHINKAWA ERA BAYBEY!!! Man's got impeccable taste. He could make a literal slab of titanium look inviting.

Rex is not the sexiest Metal Gear to me, partly bc Otacon treats it like a son or a pet dog and I find a 25-yo's son-analogue to be offputting. BUT. I must concede. REX is the blueprint for all the sexy traits to come. He's got the hips. He's got the saunter. He's just a lil too brutalist for me.

Metal Gear RAY - 11/10

I know I have psychological problems because this thing's childbearing hips and murderous mandibles distract me during the boss fight.

Why is it so sexy?? What the fuck?? It's like mecha furrybait but specifically for people who are into garrus mass effect. Please tell me I'm not the only one, I'm pretty sure my boyfriend thinks I'm insane.

Arsenal Gear - 4/10

Basically just an aircraft carrier. I would say not fuckable but it DOES, canonically, have a digestive tract and asshole so like. Technically fuckable I think. But at what cost?

Honorable mention for making me deal with Raiden's daddy issues and fight the sexy mech in this thing's enormous rectum (damn near killed 'em).

Shagohod - 4/10

Not technically a metal gear. I can see the appeal, but it doesn't *quite* nail the drider-esque niche for me. It does get a bonus point for the way it moves being kinda sensual tho. Additional bonus point for being piloted by an evil fa-

Intercontinental Ballistic Metal Gear - 0/10

literally could not even find an image of this that wasn't completely dwarfed by the Saturn V rocket attached to it. Not really much to look at. If you've always wanted to fuck a Saturn V, I guess this would be a good way to get introduced.

Metal Gear RAXA - 2/10

Somehow managed to capture "first day of kindergarten" energy in a death machine. I could be convinced based on its behavior tho. Damn, Portable Ops kind of an L design-wise, huh?

Gekkos - 9.5/10

WHY DOES IT HAVE SQUISHABLE THIGHS?? SIR???

And the feet. Like, we gotta talk about the feet. Why? Why the toes? Why does it stomp on me with its weirdly well-defined toes??? Did they make this mech specifically to appeal to dinosaur foot fetishists? Why does it bleed? Why does it MOO???

Extremely fuckable to the point that it loses half a point purely because it *feels* like horny bait.

Dwarf Gekkos - 7.5/10

This is an object that feels like it was designed by and for lesbians. I have no notes. Slightly offputting only due to the odd number of hands but it IS the perfect number for some activities, so honestly that may be a plus.

Metal Gear Mk II/III - 1/10

Adorable. Not fuckable. This is a gopro with a personality. Not to be confused with the vampiric gopro with a personality from Ultrakill, V1. Literally just a baby.

Outer Haven - 5.5/10

Only technically a Metal Gear by virtue of technically being a stolen Arsenal Gear which is technically a Metal Gear. Gains .25 each for being the site of the infamous russian tuant

and whatever fucked up display of devoted homosexuality this is:

also additional bonus point for being piloted by an evil fa-

Pupa - 3/10

This is just the Shagohod but with an AI pod. -1 for being touched by Huey, but balanced out by the +1 from being made by Strangelove. Even if it IS creepy that she made her dead crush/girlfriend's psyche pilot it around.

Crysalis - 6/10

Not super sexy but it does fly and has a rail gun where one could feasibly conceptualize a dick. Kinda MILF-like (has mini-drones). Has a grappling hook, so could do bondage. Probably would, ngl.

Cocoon - 1/10

Pupa, but less sexy. I barely even remember this boss fight because the game became such a rush right around here, pushing you to the postgame/first ending.

Peace Walker - 7/10

Weird dog, functioning by sheer lesbian willpower. She is beauty, she is grace, she would probably rate a lot higher if my emulator didn't suck ass and make me angry every time I see her now, fuck that bitch.

Rage aside, who doesn't love killing their momgirlfriend and then reliving that multiple times throughout the course of a single game, culminating in her just straight up pulling a Virginia Woolf.

Metal Gear Zeke - 6/10

Really just nothing that special. Okay, wait, +2 for being piloted by an evil little girl in her panties for some fucking reason.

Also +1 for the sick ass boss fight.

Walker Gear(s) - 8/10

HERE we go!!! Hell Yeah Babey!!! Basically human sized! Has lil Fuckin' Roller Skates!!! Carries My Ammo! My Best Friend! (Okay, third best friend, after Quiet and DD)

Yeah Huey developed it but it gets WAY more bonus points for letting me manhandle him.

Sahelanthropus - 7/10

I can't deny the raw sex appeal of Sahelanthropus. Also, it's literally piloted by pubescent rage which is something I deeply resonate with ngl.

HOWEVER it DOES get docked points for uhhh

-getting strangelove killed

-making baby otacon a child soldier

-huey :/

Battle Gear - 0/10

Is there even a single frame of this entire thing? Especially without Huey??

negative 1 billion points for blue balling me in the late game, i want to ride this motherfucker right into the kgb outposts and let 'em have it for what they did to babygirl

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[J IS FOR →] “Johnny oppa and Jaehyun oppa are himbos.”

[K IS FOR →] “Kim Possible is that bitch.”

[L IS FOR →] “Love! She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 comes to mind. Since that is the last song, add me to the record of the people who got 10/10 on song association.”

[M IS FOR →] “MARK LEE! LET ME PINCH YOUR CHEEKS!”

[N IS FOR →] “NO, I AM A GENIE IN A BOTTLE AND YOU GOTTA RUB ME THE RIGHT WAY HONEY!”

[O IS FOR →] “Ooh! CAKE. Touch that last slice one more time. I will fight you.”

[P IS FOR →] “PUPPIES! THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!”

[Q IS FOR →] “QUEEN! YOU DID THAT!”

[R IS FOR →] “Rolling my R’s is so easy for me.”

[S IS FOR →] “Stop telling Shotaro to dance for you whenever you see him. Go get someone else to do it for you.”

[T IS FOR →] “Taeyongie Oppa is Blossom, I’m Buttercup, and Doyoungie Oppa is Bubbles.”

[U IS FOR →] “UNIVERSES! Like Mark said yo, you’re my universe.”

[V IS FOR →] “Veronica Mars made me want to be a detective.”

[W IS FOR →] “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM? YOU AIN’T MARRIED TO NO AVERAGE BITCH, BOY!”

[X IS FOR →] “X marks the spot and now you have the key to my heart”

[Y IS FOR →] “You want my vitamin D? Let me show you my one-a-day multivitamin and my hair, skin, and nails gummies that help me out.”

[Z IS FOR →] “Zebras are so cute. LOOK AT THEM! Taeyongie Oppa, can we buy me a Zebra?”

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Layout credits to @pinkbrries

[bby-d1p]

Mexico Trip for ROTY Celebration💕

This baddie is a lil on the longer side sorry for any mistakes this was rushed😍💕

"Hey bebe I'm back" Jamie came barging into the room of our suite I pulled the covers over me quick."Y-you-you're supposed to be out planning for another thirty minutes" I stuttered over my words closing my camera roll from a video she sent me when I went overseas I am in a drought ok. Respect my hustle."I've been gone for forty-fi"- she cut herself off "what were you doing?" She questioned slowly crawling on the large bed."uh nothIIIng-"My voice cracked "Nothing" I cleared my throat sitting up and attempting to put my hard dick back in my pants."You sure?" She tugged at the blanket and I gulped. "Because it doesn't look like you weren't doing anything" she yanked the blanket off and my dick popped out."Fuck" I whispered 

"Wait so you was touching MY dick" She said getting off the bed I laughed."What do you mean you're dick "I raised and eyebrow as she went to lock the door. "Like I said you were touching my dick." She let her hair down. You say all the time nobody touches you're pussy; but you can touch what belongs to me? That's not how it works"My eyes never peeled off her; she had taken off all her layers except her grey lace set. I saw some words on the back. "Turn around." I said taking off my shirt. "LaFrance" I read the word in red. 

"Nice ring to it don't ya think"Jamie smirked at me as I stood up and walked towards her. "I think you having my last name would be better" We were both face to face I felt her breath on my chest, our height difference will always make me laugh. Jamie tugged on my shorts telling me she wanted them off.I slid them down and picked her up and lined myself up with her entrance while walking in front of my bed."New positions? have you been watching porn?" Jamie stated and I laughed and turned red."All you have to do is ask next time ok" she implied about nudes"Ok" I chuckled and laid her on the bed, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.I ripped her lace underware by accident and started to rub her clit. "These were made just for you what the fuck" she whined. 

I started kissing down her neck."hush I'll by you more" I unhooked her bra with my loose hand. "oouo" she said making me laugh into her stomach. "C'mon I'm tryna fuck and you making me laugh" I said slamming into her without warning. "Shit" she yelled loudly."You grew so much bubba" She moaned and gripped the sheets. I sped up my pace and threw my head back in pleasure. It was like she was a virgin all over again. "Really?" I laughed and started to nibble on her neck with my chains dangling in her face."you're so deep" She gasped I felt her walls clench knowing she was close and pulled out."bitch" she mumbled into my neck. "shut up" I said rather harshly by accident "damn m-" Before she could finish, I plunged my tongue onto her heat making her moan and run her fingers through my curls."MMM melo" Jamie whimpered and I slid a finger in making her gasp."Fuck right there" she blew out as I kept pumping my finger in and out of her wet core. "This is mine you know that right? I don't want ANY nigga in this pretty pussy but me ok?"I said as I kissed her clit and made eye contact with her lustful eyes. I sucked on her clit while I slid another finger in.

"o-okAy" she moaned in pleasure I saw her eyes roll back meaning she was close. "shit MELO!"I removed my tongue and fingers and stood up."Lamelo... its one thing to rip the lace set I got for you.... and its another thing NOT to let me cum c'mon baby please"She pouted seductively while sitting up one her knees. "Stop rushing "I tapped my length against her lips giving her a smile. She moved her hand up in down my shaft steadily making me quiver under her touch. She looked at me with the most innocent face. I would never believe she was this freaky."MM" I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my tip.I took a handful of her beautiful curly brown hair and admired her for a second. I could stare at this sight all day. She started to bob her head up and down with ease but gagged here and there.She pulled me out her mouth to speak."I want my face fucked" she said simply as if it was nothing. Surprised; I gently slid my hard length to the back of her throat. Jamie puffed out air through her nose in annoyance at my slow pace."Lose it" 

I referred to her current attitude. I grabbed the back of her neck bucking my hips back and forth causing drool to pour out of her mouth. Moaning erupted from her vocal cords as Jamie began to pleasure herself.”shit” I grunted as I puled out and came on her face. SHe stood up proudly and went to wipe her face off. I watched as Jamie slowly strut her way towards the bed. She sat there with her legs wide open giving me a clear view of her fingering her self. I didn’t think it was possible but I grew harder from the precious sight in front of me.She began to shake and I grew jealous as I walked towards the dresser next to the bed. I pulled out a hot pink vibrator I bought a few weeks back. 

“Fuck“ Jamie screeched as she came squirting all over the place.Walking up to the bed, I wrapped my hand around her neck and pushed her back while tapping myself against her. "what’s that" she put her baby pink nail in her mouth. “Just a little friend” I responded sliding my dick in her entrance and flicked the vibrator on; applying it to her clitoris specifically. Jamie was wet beyond measures which drove me crazy. “Shit soaking”I threw her leg over my shoulder. "Fuck" I threw my head back in pleasure, her walls felt like a rubber band around my dick. "This is all mine right papa?" 

Jamie said while massaging her left boob."You're so deep"she cried."You barley got the tip mama"I said going deeper. She tried to push me back I chuckled."Move your fucking hand"I rp swatting her hand out the way."Shit I forgot the condom" I slid out and grabbed on of my dresser and slid it on."Condoms make me cringe"She rolled her eyes"You stopped taking birth control sooooo"She pulled me into a kiss and flipped us over and lined my dick up with her core."Damn" I groaned as she started to slide down. "I gotta take all 9 inches bubba?" She batted her eyelashes and started to mover her hips in a circular motion. "ye-yes" I was a stuttering mess as she started to bounce a little. "Damn"I moaned in pleasure grasping her hips as she grabbed the headboard.

"Shit Melo I swear I feel you in my stomach" she groaned. I pulled her into a kiss and started to run my finger tips up and down her body."You're so tight mama"she smiled through the kiss and started to leave hickeys. Our eyes rolled back as we came together."Hands and knees" She rolled her eyes------ and not out of pleasure. "I'm not finished" She smile and flipped around so she was facing my dick while her heat was directly over my lips. 

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Jamie started to move her hands in an up and down motion along my shaft"mmm" Jamie pulled off the condom and I groaned. Jamie twirled her tongue around my tip, lightly sucking on it. I slid two fingers into her dripping core making her moan."Melo faster" Jamie pleaded."fuck" her moans on my tip were driving me crazy. I began lightly kissing her inner thighs and lips.She began to whimper as I sucked on her clit."mmmm"she moaned and taking all of me in her mouth."Shit"I groaned. "Melo" she cried I could tell her eyes were closed."FUCK" Her legs shook as she came and squirted all over my chest. I could taste  the fruit she had eaten recently I'm guessing; pineapple and strawberries."you gott-go-gotta clean yo- you're..........."

I paused as she gave one last lick before I came in her mouth.She swallowed before licking off the access cum. "You were saying papa?" Jamie climbed on top of me.I grabbed her by the throat;"Clean your mess"I said "No" I stared at her. "Wait I thought you said no for a second"I laughed "I said no you clean it or I'll make it again"I gripped her by her throat making direct eye contact."Clean your mess"I stated through gritted teeth; and she began to lick all her juices off my chest.My hands gripped her ass as she lifted her head up to kiss me."Hands and knees; face the mirror" I demanded before giving her one last passionate kiss. Jamie climbed off me and arched her back.

 "Always hand and knees" she mumbled."Watch yo damn mouth" I said pounding into her with out warning immediately hitting her g-spot."FUCK!"she yelled."The next time you get smart and mumble some shit; I want you to remember how beautiful you look in this position"I kissed her ear she was a moaning mess, At this point I knew I wasn't just fuckin' but I'm making love to her. I can see it in Jaime’s  lustful hazel green eyes."Shit I'm close" she grunted while her eyes rolled back. "You feel so good" 

I whispered in her ear. "yes right there oh my GOD. Make me feel good papa" Jamie screamed."It's alright mama I got you."I answered while she came with her juices flying everywhere. I pecked Jamie's lips while she straddled me. She began to kiss down my stomach and around my V-line ”baby girl stop being a tease” I moved a curl out her face.She licked from the base to my tip sending shivers down my spine.For some reason Jamie only focused on my tip, I wasn’t mad at her though; that shit felt good.

---------------------It’s getting TOO long at this point------------------

"Shit I'm finna bust" I gripped the sheets. I stayed silent as slowly released into her mouth."fuck , go ahead mama cream" I saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I kissed her jaw and neck."Yes right there" her walls tightened and she soon climaxed."Thank you"I was pulled into an intimate kiss making me groan as her tongue slipped through my lips.I pulled away and held Jamie by her throat. "As long as your name is Jamie Amanda Ball, you never tell me no or I'll make sure you wont walk for months" she gulped and shook her head yes.”Congrats my Rookie of the Year” Jamie pecked my lips and laughed once I started to tickle her.