#and dOpamine sounds desperate

[skinzchoerim]

I can't tell if I'm not the target audience for dOpamine or if I get it. It seems everyone finds the song really fun and exciting, but for me it sounds a bit... haunting I guess would be the word? Which makes sense with the lyrics acknowledging it's an obsession that makes the narrator lose himself, so maybe it's not trying to be deceptively cheerful in its sound and visuals while hiding the darker truth in the lyrics and MV like angel did, and instead it's laying it all out and making the listener intentionally a bit uncomfortable. But I haven't seen anyone else have these complicated feelings about how it sounds, so maybe it just doesn't fit into the type of sound that I personally find exciting

[jamesunderwater]

seeing a fellow nd trans person for therapy is just 🤌🏼

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Instinct (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer explains the biology of sex to Reader during the act. Request: Spencer Reid explaining what happens to your body during an orgasm while giving you one 🥵 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Fingering, biological processes, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mild degradation/dumbification Word Count: 1k

MASTERLIST

When you find yourself in Spencer’s bed, there is no time to wonder what led you there. You have no interest in debating it, either. Your attention is diverted, devoted to more pressing things—things like the feel of his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck.

You’d never even allowed yourself to wonder what instinct drove you straight into his arms… not until his mouth shifts to your ear.

“Do you want to know why you’re really here?” he asks.

You nod before you’ve even considered the question.

This was the correct answer, and he rewards you by sneaking a hand between your thighs.

“You’re here because I want you to be,” he says, “and humans are, at their core, simple animals acting on the same instinct as everything else.”

You try to focus on the words he’s saying but you’re too caught up in how beautiful his voice sounds. You are also distracted by his fingers that gently cup your heat.

He pauses, his chest heaving with excitement as he taunts, “You wanna feel good, right?”

You try to nod, but he’s already speaking.

“I know, sweetheart.”

Mercifully, two fingers slide between slick folds. Your back arches forward, seeking to feel the weight of his body but he stays too far away.

He just watches you with a clever smirk. Your stomach tenses under the lustful gaze, but you say nothing.

It’s the right answer.

“You know, your brain actually changes when I touch you like this,” he chuckles.

His fingers continue to trace the outline of your heat but fail to breach the entrance. He is movingly entirely too slow and seems to be taking far too much pleasure in your squirming. 

“The part of your brain that dictates your values and how to make decisions… that’s long gone.”

You know you’re supposed to nod, but you whimper, instead.

“No fear, no anxiety, no pain,” he hums, “your mind can only focus on one thing…”

“Please,” you beg.

He punishes your interruption by sinking both fingers into you without warning.

“Me,” he confirms, “All you can think about is how to get me to keep touching you like this.”

You cry out for him, reach for him like a tether.

He more than lets you. He revels in your nails digging into his skin.

“Your heart and lungs are working so hard, but they can’t keep up.”

Spencer’s motions are faster, his fingers thrusting into you with a ruthless pace. Exactly as he said, you are gasping for air between desperate moans.

But he just prattles on, still sporting that dark, almost condescending smirk.

“Do you want to know why your thalamus is active during sex? It’s because it helps integrate memories. Memories about touch and those secret last-second thoughts just before you fall apart.”

You can’t focus enough to even try to conjure a fantasy beyond his fingers that you are figuratively and literally wrapped around.

He has you exactly where he wants you at the precipice of oblivion. Only then does he remove his fingers and drags them over the swollen pearl at your crest.

“What are you thinking about?” he teases.

“You,” you gasp.

It’s the right answer.

Spencer is quick to kiss you, his lips crashing against yours while his fingers feverishly stroke at the most sensitive part of you. His tongue sneaks between your teeth until you feel there is no part of you he hasn’t claimed.

You sob against his lips while your body writhes beneath him. You tremble with tension and overwhelming relief until you collapse back into the bed.

Spencer, though, seems unfazed by your exhaustion. Instead, he pulls his hand back and continues his lecture despite your glazed-over eyes.

“Now you’re here. Dopamine is rushing through your body. You might think it’s just about pleasure, but you’re actually learning.”

He stalks closer, crawling over your half-limp body. His eyes are still burning with that same predatory look.

“Right now your body is telling you that I know how to fulfill your needs and it’s trying to figure out how to make sure I’ll do it again and again and again.”

With the same hand he used to touch you, Spencer touches himself.

“But see, this is where it happens. These formative moments when you’re nothing but a blissful mess, that’s how I make sure you come back to my bed.”

He lines himself up against aching folds. He groans at the nearly formed wetness, but he hesitates to push forward.

“Right now your body is begging you to find someone, anyone to take care of you,” he says with great satisfaction. “This is the most important moment, when your blood coursing with dopamine, oxytocin, vasopressin, and prolactin…”

Then, right before he fills you past your breaking point, he chuckles against your lips.

“This is where you fall in love.”

As if on command, your body clings to him. You wrap all your limbs around him and try to bring him closer somehow.

But he’s already too close. Each time his hips crash into yours, you can feel him bottom out with an almost euphoric jolt of pain.

You can feel it, the truth in everything he’s said. His skin burns into yours as your heart struggles to keep up with the slew of sensations. Your chest, face, and neck are on fire, and he seems dedicated to trying to quell that heat with feverish lips.

After what feels like forever and not nearly long enough, he fucks you even harder. His teeth sink into your neck and the almost-pain makes you shiver.

“Do it again,” he growls against bruised skin, “Come for me.”

With a particularly brutal thrust, he fills you until you have no other choice. Your body snaps, seizes around him and begs him to reward you one final time.

You feel the gentle waves of warmth, the heavy throbbing of his cock as he joins you in the bliss. Your bodies begin to slow from frantic motions until you are left cradled in an exhausted embrace.

Spencer moves just enough to be able to kiss you, soft and slow and without any hint of pain.

And you know that… is exactly why you're there.

(Tell me what you thought about this fic here!)

Reid Taglist: @mrs-dr-reid , @dreatine , @hopefulfangirl24 , @laurakirsten0502 , @dontcallmekittens , @rintheemolion , @andreasworlsboring101 , @imsuperawkward , @wentz2005 , @lovejules888 , @dashneydanger , @materialisthicc , @violetspoetic , @mslowlife , @conniesanchor , @trippol-threat , @will-byers-needs-a-hug

Complete Taglist: @cynbx , @emsma11 , @mediocre-writer , @fightingdragonswithwho , @andiebeaword , @jayyeahthatsme

Thanks for reading!

[asraxfile]

ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

sypnosis: you just can't seem to get away from your sister's ex best friend, Aeri. Though she loves you too, she would never let you in though. pairing: non-idol!Giselle x fem!reader genre: angst, secret casual love with giselle warnings: just a casual situationship with giselle, kissing, giselle is kinda mean??? wc: 1.4k

a/n: I was heavily inspired by Giselle's drama trailer and her solo song Dopamine. AND I JUST REALIZED THE SONG CASUAL FROM CHAPPEL ROAN CAN BE USED FOR READERS POV AND DOPAMINE FOR AERIS POV. Enjoy readingg ^^

“Aeri my sister will be done showering soon we can’t-” You gasped out, trying to push Aeri away as she kissed you on the lips. If there was one thing you hated in the world it would be that you have to hide the situationship you have with Aeri. 

“Hush, love, let me take care of you.” She whispered out in your ear as you kissed her back, needy and desperate for her touch. 

You were Aeri’s prettiest problem. 

Aeri stopped being friends with Becky just a while ago and their fight is still pretty fresh. Knowing your sister, Becky, she was always kind of two-faced towards not just Aeri but also to everyone too. During the time they were still friends, you developed a certain situationship with her, without Becky knowing. Since Aeri is no longer welcomed into your home, she tends to sneak in your room through your window anytime she feels like it. 

Aeri wanted you, badly, but she could never let herself let you in though. 

The kiss became rough and heavy. The tension getting hotter with each touch shared with only her. Her soft dark red lips danced with yours like a forbidden dance. A forbidden dance under the moonlight, in your room, every night, only you two knew how to dance. Aeri really knew how to get you in your feelings and you loved it. 

You pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her neck as she slid her hand under your shirt. Feeling her cold hands from walking outside in the deep night fog made you feel chills slide down your spine. Your hands tangled in her hair, tugging gently as the kiss deepened, her lips pressing harder against yours. 

The soft moan that escaped you only fueled the fire burning between you and Aeri. Pushing the moment further as her hand slid higher, her fingertips brushing just under the band of your bra. The little moment of intimacy swallowed you both whole, like a secret shared only between your bodies, no words needed, just the sound of soft gasps and the rhythm of hearts racing together.

Aeri’s fingers paused, teasing at the edge of your skin, a question in her touch that made your breath hitch. You answered her with another kiss, your lips moving against hers with all the want and need you felt in that moment. 

Suddenly, she breaks the kiss to gasp for air as she holds an icy eye contact with you. Her eyes, serious and solemn, looking at your desperate and pleading eyes. Aeri smirked at your state as she backed away from you, still sitting on your bed. 

How could she play with you like this, without even saying a word? Sick and tired, you wanted to say something, but you loved her so much. 

“Aeri I…” Eyeing her presence, you found it hard to speak. Her gaze pierced through your heart, she tilted her head in confusion. “What exactly are…we?” The question finally popped off your lips, patiently waiting for her to answer. Aeri looks away for a moment, her expression unreadable. What did you actually mean by that question?

"Does it really matter?" she finally answers, her voice soft but annoyed with meaning. Her answer made you widen your eyes at her. “I thought you knew I’m not…” She quiets her words, looking away then looking back at you again. Awkward silence drained you impatiently. “You’re not what??” Asking her, you furrow your eyebrows. 

“I mean like, I thought you knew I’m not into…you know…commitment stuff?” Her words hung in the air like a weight between you. The sting of her coldness cut deeper than you'd expected, but it wasn't new. Aeri had always been like that, elusive, hard to pin down, always playing games with anyone. Yet hearing it so meaningless hurt in a way that made your chest tighten.

You swallowed hard, trying to make sense of the emotions you were feeling inside your brain and heart. "Don't overthink this." she said, her voice more comforting now. "You know how I feel and I know how you feel. It doesn't have to be complicated." Her hand reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, but her words felt cold, detached.

Your heart cried at her words. "Doesn't have to be complicated?" you echoed, frustration working up inside you. "But it is complicated, Aeri. I can't just... keep doing this like it’s nothing. Hiding. Pretending like it doesn't affect me."

She sighed, pulling back as if the conversation was becoming an inconvenience. "Why are you making it a big deal?" she raises her voice slowly, standing up from your bed, running a hand through her hair. "I thought we were just having fun."

"Aeri, it's more than that for me," you said, your voice shaking. "You sneak into my room in the middle of the night, you kiss me like... like you need me, but then you act like it doesn't mean anything. You can’t just keep stringing me along."

Her face furrowed completely, the playful, teasing expression gone. “Please tell me, do you want us to be a thing or not?” your voice broke out the sadness and confusion you were feeling. Looking at her in the eyes,

"I'm not stringing you along," she said, her tone firm. "I told you from the start—I don't do commitment. I never promised you anything and never will." What bothered you the most is her avoiding the question.

The lump in your throat grew as the reality of her words hit you. She never lied about what she wanted—or didn’t want. But you had hoped, maybe even convinced yourself, that things could change. That she might want more with you.

Aeri's gaze softened just a little, but it wasn't enough. "I do care about you, deeply" she said quietly, her voice losing some of its edge. "But I can't be what you want me to be." She patted your shoulder. 

"I don’t think I can keep doing this." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, holding in your tears like a dam.

Aeri's eyes flickered with something, something she didn’t feel with anyone like this before—regret, maybe?—but she didn’t stop you as you pulled away, standing up and making a distance between the two of you. She stood there in your room, the familiar scent of her still lingering in the air, but the warmth between you felt like it had faded into a cold atmosphere.

She didn’t say anything as you moved toward the window, your heart aching as you opened it for her one last time.

With one final look, Aeri climbed out, disappearing into the night, leaving you alone in the cold silence of your room. Of course she regretted what she said, but she was doing it all for you, for herself and for the sake of both of you.

She was almost halfway to her home when she broke out a tear, a tear that showed how she actually loved you like you loved her. 

But even she knew, she could never let you in though. 

[slushycoookie]

Miguel needs you... 18+

“Please.”

He says your name while towering over you in the dark. Your calves pressed against the edge of your bed, your eyes up towards him. Miguel’s face stained with tears while searching for an answer. You want to ask what’s wrong. Why he’s come to you distraught in the dead of night. But no words escape your lips. 

Instead, you nod.

Miguel does all of the heavy lifting. He picks you up, laying you carefully on the sheets. Whatever he’s feeling, he’s not taking it out on you. He’s gentle, removing your clothes and his suit. His lips on yours were desperate, the unknown emotion fading with every kiss. His calloused hands trace your body as if you were a painting. The tips of his fingers move like a brush stroke. 

You whimper from his caresses and he swallows them all. Completely absorbed by you. His fingers dip along your sex, chest rumbling at how wet you were for him already. Miguel holds you close while slowly pumping two fingers into you. A thumb lazily circling your clit. You try to hide as he pleasures you, but he demands you look at him. Desperation decorating his crimson eyes while they mix with lust. And you get lost in them. Relaxing your muscles only for them to jolt in pleasure. Pushing you to the deep end.

Miguel helps you ride your high as much as he can. His fingers slick with your arousal. As he turns you over, his lips press along your head, then goes down. To your neck, your shoulders, your back. All while making sure your hips are up in the air, face down. Even then he takes his time, making sure he's kissed every single part of your back. 

Then he slides into you.

You whine at the stretch, tangling your fingers into the sheets. Miguel groans at how you feel, slowly settling himself all the way in. He leans over, a hand on top of yours while the other a firm grip on your hip. His face on your head as he takes a minute to be completely absorbed by you. Pretending you two were the only people in this world. Right here and right now. 

When he starts to move, you sigh at him pulling all the way back then pushing forward. Slow but powerful thrusts almost knock the wind out of your lungs. He lovingly traps you under him, his hand squeezing yours after each snap of his hips. His breath traveling down the nape of your neck, not wanting to part from you at this moment. 

He picks up the pace of his slow rhythm. The grip on your hip gets harder and he starts being more vocal, whining in your ear. Sweat from your skin sticking to his chest. Goosebumps forming at hearing the sticky, wet sounds of your exchange. And you know he’s close so you let him ride that wave. 

Miguel stills, letting out whatever he was going through. Filling you up with his cum while buried in your neck. He presses further into you, clutching on to make sure not a drop escapes. In the crisp silence, the soft sounds of crickets outside your window, he kisses your head. Still inside you.

“Thank you.”

A/N: Thank you, 'Dopamine' by Jackson Wang, for inspiring me.

[tteokdoroki]

🦭—SIGHS deku being so heavy that when u squirt he can't be pushed out so he just sinks deeper with soft grumbles ): massages his hips into yours as u knead at the mattress )): I JUST THINK HES NEAT,,

i’m howling actually. he is so neat!!!! mdni.

“d-deku!” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest sticky against your back. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.”

deku laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, slender hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of izuku’s girth. he chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain, licks predatory stripe from your neck to just behind your ear and curses when you cry out his name again. “keep that ass up for me, throw it back on me a little bit, baby. just so i can fuck you better.”

you do your best to lift your hips from underneath deku, shuddering at how his luscious green hair tickles your shoulders from behind and he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time izuku pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. you barely have any room to breathe between the way deku fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.

“be a good girl, be my pretty little girl and cum f’me,” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me. god, fuck.”

“i can’t, can’t. i-izu-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. you let your head fall back against deku’s freckled shoulder, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. the knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your mound.

“fuck, you’re squirting,” deku sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “that’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.

he leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please izuku. cum inside me, please.” you beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as deku picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down the insides of your thighs.

“take it baby, all of it,” the last spurt of his energy is used to fuck you until he creams your cunt, filling you up with his thick seed and grinding in you until he’s sure it takes. the pro hero collapses onto you, kisses pressed across your back before he leans up to whisper.

“let’s try that again, shall we? have you squirt while my cock’s deep, deep inside you, huh angel?”

[kennedybaby]

TIPSY ~ LEON S. KENNEDY

Summary: Fucking a bartender in the back seat of his car was the last thing Leon had in mind after successfully retrieving Ashley back to safety.

Word count: 4.495k / Warning: Mild dubcon because Leon is tipsy. Anything is just pure filth.

Pairing: Post Re4 Remake! Leon S. Kennedy X Fem! Bartender! Reader.

Author note: got horny and accidentally vomit out 4k words of leon fucking you. sorry, it's just the girl tendencies in me. read the tags to know what to expect!!! 🤍

mature contents below the cut. mdni.

Leon needed some sort of a quick stress reliever.

His knuckles gradually turned white as he tightly gripped his steering wheel. His chin leaning on his other hand, the faint buzzing noise from the radio accompanied by his soft breathing was the only company he had. Leon had debated with himself, a part of him missed his bed like crazy, all he wanted to do was bury his body between the soft cushions and dozed off into a long, serene slumber. But a part of him itches for something. He needed a drink, anything to get that surge of dopamine in his body. Need the familiar bile taste to settle in his mouth as he chugs it down his throat, letting it burn his chest.

Leon Scott Kennedy needs some alcohol in his system. Desperately.

Running his gloved fingers thru his damp hair, Leon let out a soft chuckle upon seeing a bar from afar, almost as if his desperate plea was answered by God himself. Its neon sign flashing OPEN 24/7 in bright red LED lights, he could see a few drunkards already passing out on the sidewalk, holding onto their beer bottles before he parked his car around the corner. Putting his car keys in his pocket, Leon budged open the door of the bar, greeted by the sound of the bell atop the door chimes. The heavy scent of tobacco, hard liquor and sweat was evident as it clings to the air— not to mention the odour of sex grows stronger and pungent as he goes even deeper into the crowds to reach the counter.

Leon finds himself a seat on one of the stools, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips before the feeling of someone standing over him crept onto him. He lifted his face, sparing a small, tired smile at you as you returned with a polite one.

‘Cute,’ He thought.

“You look tired, want me to fix you up with something?” You raised your voice a little, making sure he can hear you amid the blasting music as you leaned closer to him, Leon got a slight whiff of your refreshing, floral perfume. It was pleasant, a stark contrast from the stench that the bar seemed to be festering with. You were pretty, clad in a black blouse with your sleeves rolled to your elbow, a beige apron wrapping around your waist as you pressed your hands on the counter with a bright smile on your face.

“Just a shot of Vodka, please,” Leon replied, his eyes remaining trained on your face. You give his request a firm nod, turning your back to Leon as he watches you step on a stool before reaching for the bottle of Vodka on the top shelf.

“Need some help there?” Leon teased, a soft chuckle emitted from him as you rolled your eyes teasingly. “Thanks, but no thanks.” You replied to him, getting off the stool before you turned to face him again.

Putting the shot glass in front of him before you pour the Vodka in, making sure not to overflow the shot glass. “Thank you, pretty girl.” He whispered, his voice dropping an octave lower before you flash him a grin, your cheeks heating up before you remain your composure.

“Anytime, handsome.”

Sure, you’ve been flirted by your customers before. Mostly by married older men who're too drunk to even form a proper sentence, easing you into coming back home with them and they’ll show you a great time. You wouldn’t be too phased with it, assuming it was just the liquor talking— but this? This was different.

Somehow hearing this attractive man you have never seen before calling you a pretty girl sent heat coursing up your cheeks. Maybe it’s his looks or his voice, or the fact that you hadn’t been able to fuck for weeks since you were too busy with bartending and college classes hence you being fairly sexually frustrated but you paid extra attention to him.

Not that he’s complaining, Leon’s not the type to turn a lady’s attention away from him.

“You’re new here?” You strike up a conversation with him which is something you would normally avoid to do so. Leon smirked at you, chugging down the Vodka shot in one go before he let out a sharp breath. His eyes met back to yours before he cocked his head to the side, “Yeah, just wanted to find somewhere to rest, past weeks have been crazy.” He replied, his eyes shifted to the empty shot. “I might be here for a while, mind keeping a tab for me?” Leon poured himself another shot, his finger grazing around the rim of the shot glass before looking up into your eyes.

“Aren’t you too young to be bartending?"

“What are you a cop or something?” You raised your eyebrow with a teasing smile on your lips, jotting down his tab before pushing it to the side. A chuckle left his lips before Leon speaks again, “Eh, kind of. So how old are you?"

“21. No breaking laws here, officer.” Slightly raising both of your hands in the air jokingly, Leon grinned at your antics, chugging his second shot of Vodka.

“No worries, pretty girl. But why here, though? Why work in a bar?”

“It pays me well plus I needed some quick cash. My dad isn’t too keen on giving me some money so here I am.” You said, pouring him his third shot of Vodka as he smiled at you.

“How come?”

“Let’s just say he's not the nicest.” You shrugged, watching as his adam apple's bobs every time he chugged the Vodka shot down his throat. His pale cheeks already began to redden up a little, adoring his porcelain skin with a pink tint. Leon extended his hand to you and you happily accepted it, giving him a firm handshake before you exchanged introductions with each other.

“Leon Kennedy. And you are?”

“[Y/N] [L/N].”

The two of you converse for hours, pouring him shot after shot and with every shot he takes, Leon would flirt with you. He’s still pretty sober despite the high intake of Vodka shots, he seems pretty calm in his seat— occasionally winking at you when you’re serving other customers and throwing cheesy pick-up lines between the conversation.

Leon can’t lie but finds himself attracted to you, ordering more and more drinks in hopes of keeping your attention on him. He loves the way you blushed at the slightest contact of his hands or the way you would look at him back with a twinge of desire circling behind those eyes of yours. Fuck, you’re too hot for him to be this tipsy.

Once in a while when you were talking, his eyes would shift down to your lips, cock straining against his pants as you licked your lips and looked up to him with that evident obliviousness plastered all over your pretty face to his impure thoughts.

“Your total is 200 dollars. Cash or card?” You smiled at him, handing him the tab you had for him with a card reader in your other hand. Leon ran his card swiftly on the card reader before he put them back into his wallet and stuffed them back into his pocket. Shifting your eyes to the clock, a hint of disappointment could be seen on your face before you quickly muster a small smile for Leon.

“It’s already twelve? Well, it’s been nice talking to you, Leon." Untying the beige apron around your waist, you placed it on the lower counter. Leon was quick to wrap his fingers around your wrist to stop you in your tracks.

“I can give you a ride back home if you want.”

You can definitely say this was a different type of a ride back home.

“Your lips taste so fucking sweet."

Straddling his hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist at the backseat, Leon has his arm around your waist. His other hand cupped the right side of your face, circling his thumb on your cheek as you intertwined your lips with him. His tongue goes past your slick lips as his hand guides your head to tilt a little to deepen the heated kiss. Leon breaks away from the kiss, leaning his head back on the car seat as you look at him with a dazed smile.

“Shit, this is insane.” He muttered, his fingers running thru his dirty blonde hair. “What’s so insane about this?” You softly replied, your lips finding their way back to him as he happily reciprocated, kissing you back with his tongue swirling with yours. His hand on your cheek moved to the back of your head, keeping your lips locked with his as you moaned into the kiss. Pulling away from the kiss for air, Leon strokes your hair as he runs his fingers thru your locks.

“Never really made out with a girl prior after knowing her for a couple of hours." Leon chuckled, his head slightly tilted as he looked back into your eyes with a half-lidded stare. He can feel the heat radiating from your cunt and God knows how much of the effect you had on him. “Well, I don’t usually accept a ride back home from a stranger but here we are.”

“It’s a first for the two of us then.” He grinned, a devilish smirk playing on his lips before his hand removed his hand from the back of your head. Unwrapping his arm around your waist, Leon moved both of his hands and settled them on your hips. His thumb makes a circular motion on the surface of your stomach as hummed with satisfaction. “You can do more than that, can you, officer?"

Right. You don't even know what he actually works as. That’s how little you two know of each other and yet his bodies and yours slotted perfectly like two pieces of puzzles. As if the two of you had known each other forever. Leon preferred the anonymity between the two of them.

“You’re going to make me lose control if you keep calling me that," Leon chuckled, the sound of his husky voice ringing in your ears. You noticed how your lipgloss was all over his lips, the beautiful pink sheen smeared on his lips down to his chin. “What should I call you then? Daddy?”

Leon let out a groan, his smile widening at the way your voice sounded when you rolled the word daddy off the tip of your tongue smoothly— you’re can’t be teasing him when he’s this horny and tipsy. He can't even think properly, too fixated on the positions he can put you in at the back seat of his car, clouding his mind with endless indecent imagination. He swallowed thickly, looking back at your eyes as you bit your lower lip back at him and flashed him a playful smile. “Say it again.”

“Daddy.” You breathed out, eyes shooting wide when his fingers brushed against your collarbone as he pried your blouse open, sending the buttons of your blouse to fly everywhere. Your body tensed up from the sudden action, his warm breath hitting against your skin as he kissed your collarbone and stopped between your chest. “Yeah, call me that.”

“Gladly.” Pulling away from your chest, he leaned in closer to your face, pulling your face into his as he smashed his lips on yours— engaging you into a messy, sloppy kiss. His tongue forcefully parted your pursed lips, exploring every corner of your mouth as you let out a pathetic whine when he pulled away. “God, you’re so needy. My needy little girl,” You can feel the ache between your thighs building up when he called you a little girl. Your cunt throbbed against the thin fabric of your cotton panties as he slipped his hand down your pencil skirt, his index finger teasing the pulsing little clit thru the fabric of your panties in a circular motion as he softly chuckled when you began to squirm in his grasp.

“You're already so wet. You’re excited for daddy to fuck you stupid?” He whispered into your ear, shooting shivers down your spine as you nodded at his question. “Let me hear your voice, pretty girl.” Leon landed a firm spank on your ass, sending your back straight as your fingers cling to his black T-Shirt. “I-I am excited...”

“There's my good girl. Open your mouth for me.” You obeyed him, parting your lips before he stuck the same index and middle finger he teased your clit earlier. “Get it nice and wet for your pussy, baby.” Leon smiled, occasionally letting out a grunt as the warmth of your mouth and your hot tongue wrapped around his digits.

All Leon could do is wish it was his cock you were sucking, taking every inch of his shaft down your throat. He wanted to see the outline of his cock on your throat, fucking your mouth while his balls slapped against your chin as he leaves you breathless. But for now, he’d settle with fingering your pretty pussy open.

“You’re so cute sucking my fingers like that,” He breathed out, pulling his fingers out from your mouth as it let out a small pop. “Thank you, daddy.” You shyly muttered, cheeks heating up upon feeling his cock twitching in his pants and grazing against your clothed sex.

“Spread your legs up a little for daddy, baby.” Your knees dug into the cushion of his car seat as you leaned your body on his front seat. His hands helped you roll your skirt up to your pelvis. Your fingers reach down to push your panties aside, spreading the lips apart as his breath hitches. Leon mumbled a curse, his pants getting tighter and tighter by each time as he salivates over the sight of your sopping cunt.

“All this pretty pussy just for me?” You nodded at his question in which he slipped back his hand between your thighs. Leon removed the gloves from his hands before throwing them to the front seat.

“S’all for you,” Your words were slurred from fixating on the ache between your legs so much. He grinned upon hearing your answer, inserting two digits past the tight muscles as your body shuddered in pleasure. His thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing them at a slow pace and in a circular motion. Arching your body into his touch, Leon let out a chuckle— his other hand pushing your bra up your breast before the rough surface of his palm quickly fondled your tits.

“F-Fuck... Just like that...” You moaned out, throwing your head back from pure ecstasy as his hand massaged your tit while his fingers were pumping in and out of your pussy. Apart from the sound of your wanton moans, the squelches of your cunt sucking in his fingers and the low buzz coming from the radio filled the limited space of his car. “You like that? You like getting fingered by a stranger? God, I bet you did this to all of your customers, don’t you?”

You should’ve found that disrespectful, should’ve snapped back at him for thinking that way but somehow it made you wetter. His voice was soothing and had the right amount of hoarseness that you can’t help but get off from him shaming you. Either way, you shook your head in the heat of your bliss, looking back at him with misty eyes. “No, just you, Leon... You’re the only one that I-I let you do this...”

“Good. That's what I wanted to hear from you.” He smiled before he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit in a rougher and sloppier manner. Lips parting slightly, you gasped for air, seemingly taken aback by the sudden change of pace as your nails dug deep into his shoulder blades, gripping him tightly with the familiar knot in your lower stomach threatened to break. He loves the feeling of your spongy walls wrapped around his digits, pulsing and sucking his fingers deeper and deeper until his fingers brushed against your sweet spot.

“Oh, you love that, don’t you? Filthy whore.” The name-calling made your pussy clings onto his digits tighter as a sly smirk painted all over his lips. “Such a slut for getting off to me calling you a filthy whore, huh?” You weakly nodded, feeling yourself nearer to your limit as a whine left your lips when his fingers were pumping deep inside of you, abusing your sweet spot to its limits. Your teeth bite back your lower lip when he spits on your clit, smearing his saliva all over the bundle of nerves with his thumb.

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t wait to have you crying on my cock.” He said in a whisper, making sure you heard him despite the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling at the moment. “L-Leon, I'm... Fuck!... C-Cummin’” You cried, not caring if anyone that walked past his car would notice how your bare body is played by Leon like a piece of instrument. God, being seen nude by people now was the least concern you had, the only thing you could think about now is finishing on his fingers.

But what’s the fun in letting his little girl have everything her way?

“No, no, I’m not letting you cum, yet.” Leon pulled out his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, wrapping his tongue around his digits as he cleaned your juices off his pruney fingers. You pouted at his words, a frustrated sigh left your lips as you leaned your head on the window. “Why not?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed into a small frown, it was clear you weren’t happy with him suddenly edging you. His eyes on you softened before he wrapped his arms around your body, his lips pressed on your bruised lips before he gave it a little lick.

“You don’t want to cum all over daddy’s dick?” Leon asked, once again, his thumb rubbing the bone of your hip in a circular motion. His eyes looked back at yours as he put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up to make you look up at him.

“It's going to feel nicer, princess. Don't you want that?”

He was right. God, why does he always know what to say to you? He arranged words in a way that weakened your knees and sent the same aching mess rushing back between your legs.

“I do, I do want it...” You weakly replied to him. Leon doesn't think you know how pretty you are now, looking up at him with those dew eyes, the clear desperation painted across your face and the way you already began to rub your thighs together. Getting you off his lap, he opened the right door of his car. You couldn’t help but stared at his erection, straining against his black jeans as Leon unbuckled his brown, leather belt. “Come here, princess.” He gestured for you to be closer as you listened to him, inching closer to him as the cold air from the outside hits your skin. His hand reached down to tease your hardened nipples, letting a glob of his spit fall down to your chest as he lathered your nipples with his saliva and pre cum using the tip of his cock.

“It's cold, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’d heat you up just in a sec. Ass up, face down, pretty girl.” You nodded, turning your back to him before bringing your hips higher as the leather of his car seat sticks to the sweat on your face. His cold fingers removed your panties, letting them hang just above your knees as his eyes stared at your dripping cunt with hungry eyes. A small gasp emits out of you when he tapped his cock on your slit several times, teasing your swollen clit with the head of his dick as you bite your lips back.

“Keep quiet, okay? I need you to take every inch of me like a good girl. Just let me know if it hurts.” A grunt left his lips when he pushed the tip past your lips, his other hand holding onto the doorframe of his car while the other settled around your waist. Leon wanted nothing but to push his cock and filled every corner of your tight cunt but he controlled himself from doing so. After all, the last thing he wanted to do is to hurt you after how sweet you are for him this whole night. “The head’s in... I’m going to start pushing more and more, okay?”

“O-Okay...” You whine, breathing heavily as your chest heaves up and down in an erratic pattern.

“Fuck, [Y/N], you need to stop sounding like that before...” Leon cut himself short, by now he was already halfway in you, the feeling of your velvet walls throbbing around his cock made his mouth dry before a shaky breath left his lips. A low whimper guttered out of his throat as you trembled under him, allowing him to bury his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy until your ass met his pelvis. “Feel that, princess?”

You moaned out a high-pitched yes to his question, throwing a glance at him over your shoulder as you looked at him through blurry vision. Salty tears clinging to your lashes with your bruised lips parted slightly, your eyes looking back at him with nothing but sheer desire. Leon spared you a smirk, pushing back his hair from his face before his hand landed yet another spank on your ass— seemingly turned on by the way you yelped and squeezed around him.

“Keep your eyes on me while I fucked you like the filthy whore you are.”

Leon begins to rock his hips at a slow pace, making sure you’re still adjusting to his size, his eyes shifting back and forth from your face to the way your cunt wraps snugly around his cock. Leaning closer to you until his chest pressed against your back, Leon planted a kiss on your earlobe. “You’re making me drunk from how good your pussy is, baby.” He said, kissing down the nape of your neck before he stood up back straight and began to move his hips faster.

This might just be the relief Leon needed after all of the fighting he had to endure.

“Hey, no looking away.” Every so often, he’d spanked you for not looking him in the eyes. He needs to see every contortion of expression on your face while you locked eyes with him. Leon knows you struggled to keep your eyes open, losing yourself in the pleasure as his throbbing cock goes in and out of you at a steady pace. And Leon loves it. He loves making sure your eyes are still on him, whether by spanking your already sore rear or suddenly thrusting deep inside of you to hear the small little scream you make when you’re surprised.

“Sorry, daddy.” And every time he does that, you never fail to apologize to him between your choked sobs and broken moans. It was endearing to watch, seeing you try your best to not disappoint him while he’s fucking your pussy raw in the back seat of his car. The shape of his fingers is already bruising into the skin of your flesh, the mixture of both pain and pleasure sending you over the edge as you curl your toes every time the tip of his cock grazes against your cervix. The prominent vein on the side of his cock rubbed against your walls with every thrust, fishing muffled moans out of you.

“Touch your clit for me, baby.” You’re so pathetic like this, being fucked in the backseat of a guy you just knew a few hours ago. But you knew what would happen the second you agreed to a ride back home from him. Not that you regretted it, being dicked down by Leon has been nothing but heaven for you. Obeying to his order, your hand travelled down between your thighs, putting your index finger on your swollen clit before easing it in a circular motion. “Good girl.” He growled, picking up the pace of his thrusts before he stopped in his tracks. Sweat hanging at the tip of his hair as he looked down to the ground, the pleasure was too much for him.

He can just cum any second now if he moves. Taking notice of his sudden pause, you grind your cunt into his dick, pushing him back into the warmth of your pussy as his eyes shoot wide. “F-Fuck, baby, you can’t…” He stuttered, the feeling of your tight cunt pulsing around his cock and the way your ass bouncing on him was too much for him to handled. Gritting his teeth, Leon pushed your head back down onto the leather seat, his other hand keeping a firm grip around your hips as he started to snap his hips at a rougher pace.

“Fucking slut, can’t even give daddy a rest.” He cursed under his breath, his cock ramming into your pussy deeper as if he were moulding the shape of his dick into your sweet cunt. Every last of self-control left his body the second you started bouncing on his cock. Leon couldn’t care less at the fact that you had already cummed on his cock once or how he rendered you into nothing but a crying mess— all he cared about is the high he was chasing.

Leon needed that sweet release. He needed to cum deep inside of your pussy despite having no rubber on. “I'm going to cum inside, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck….” You probably can’t hear it but Leon finds it adorable how you’re nodding your head to whatever he said. Throwing his head in pure bliss, Leon finally comes undone inside of you, shooting sticky webs of his seed deep into your cunt before he stays inside of you for a couple of minutes as he catches his breath. His cum overflows out from your pussy the seconds he pulls out, dripping down between your thighs and dirtying his leather seat with his cum and your juices.

“You're so pretty like this, [Y/N].” He groaned, putting his pants back up. Leon fished out his cell phone from his pocket, pressing the camera icon as he started recording.

“You’re recording…?” You asked, instinctively hiding your face from the camera as he laughed. “Yeah, I wouldn't want to forget a moment like this.” Leon calmly said, his fingers running between the lips as he scooped up his cum and started writing his initials on your lower back. He dragged the white, translucent liquid as he formed the L. S. K. alphabets on your skin.

“Perfect.”

p.s send me any thirsts (dc are welcomed) abt leon pls or carlos or any cod members. thank u ♡ english isn't my first language so if any of the sentences sound weird, just ignore it!!!!! anyway, thank u 4 readin’ this messy pornfic lol

[sstardustt3]

“Sorry you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service.” -falsettos fanfic

Authors note- uhhh this is kinda trashy because I made it in like 15 minutes without editing

Word count- 1.149k

Warnings- angst, canonical character death, Marvin needs a therapist that isn’t Mendel, post act 2, implied character death, Marvin’s giddy seizures references, suicidal thoughts, seriously someone get him a psychiatrist

Summary- Marvin thinks about him and whizzer, he comes to the realization that his memory of whizzer is fading.

-requests for fics and hcs are always welcome-

.

.

.

It had been two months.

Or exactly 1460 hours since whizzer had left permanently. 840 hours since he saw his lover lowered into the ground, buried underneath hot soil. It was sunny that day, the sun beamed down on the back of his neck causing sweat to form and trickle onto the inside part of the collar of the white button up.

Marvin hated the Sun, he always preferred the rain. Cold wet rain made him feel less alone, the pitter patter as the rain hit the ground or the window brung him comfort. The sun didn’t. But whizzer liked the sun; he liked both actually, but above all weather conditions he loved the sun. He remembered asking him about it once, said something about how the heat from it gave him a dopamine rush. He remembered whizzer sounding-

His thought ended there. He searched for words to describe how he sounded on that day, but he could barely do it. The sound of his voice was faint like a memory from when your three. Marvin stood still. Completely frozen as he tried desperately to remember.

“C’mon…c’mon…”

Whizzer, whizzer, whizzer, whizzer.

He searched his mind desperately for every memory he and whizzer had to remember what he sounded like. It hadn’t been that long had it? No no, whizzer wasn’t gone. Whizzer was still here in memory, he had to remember or else whizzer would be gone. He would’ve lost whizzer forever. There would be no salvation for it.

Marvin’s body started to attempt to move, but he couldn’t. In fact, when he tried to, he immediately lost his balance and almost fell if it wasn’t for the wall. He’d been like this for a while, he’d been used to the muscle atrophy at this point. It had been happening even before whizzer got hospitalized. He did what he normally did, dragged his foot, forced himself to move desperately the tingling sensation and numbness.

He slumped to the ground as soon as he reached the small wooden table that his phone sat. He reached up, his hand searching for the familiar shape and started to push it off. He caught it as it feel and he quickly dialed.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

He held the receiver up to his ear. His breath heavy with anticipation as it rang. It was only maybe 15 seconds but it felt like 15 years of waiting. 15 years of waiting for whizzer to answer, for him to ask Marvin howworks going, marvin would answer that he’s working late, that he’d be home soon. Marvin would be nice, say that he’d bring takeout on his way home. Whizzer would say okay. He’d come home to see whizzer. Everything would be alright that way.

Finally the ringing ended and Marvin gripped the reciver like a frightened hold with a knife.

“Hello this is whizzer brown, I’m out right now. Call back later, unless I’m ignoring you. In that case fuck off.”

The line went dead and Marvin called back again.

“Hello this is whizzer brown, I’m out right now. Call back later, unless I’m ignoring you. In that case fuck off.”

And again, and again, and again. He started laughing. It was kinda like whizzer was ignoring him huh? Like he was two years back when they’d first broken up. Marvin remember a couple days after the incident he had called whizzer seven times, one time sober where he left him harsh words. Called him a money hungry slut that couldn’t keep his legs shut that just leeched off of rich men. The other times he was drunk, completely hammered. Begging, apologizing like a pathetic loser. Whizzer only answered once. With the help of the voicemail he remembered the exact tone and cadence of his voice.

“Marvin.”

He paused and Marvin began his drunken apologies, whizzer cut him off after a sentence though.

“Marvin, lose my number. Never call me again or else I’m changing it.”

He sounded tired, angry, a little bit pained too. The line went dead after that and as much as Marvin was pissed that day that whizzer dared had the nerve to ignore, he ultimately obliged. He didn’t call him or see him until two years later.

Marvin laughed at the memory. Not that it was funny in any capacity, but the idea whizzer was just ignoring him again. That if he keeps pestering whizzers line he’d answer, cuss him out, yell obscenities at him. He wanted nothing more than for him to do that actually. He wanted to hear whizzer again, he wanted to touch and feel his hair, his skin. He wanted to talk to him. This was the closest he could get. So he dialed again, and again, and again.

For the first time in months he felt happy it was Like whizzer was still here, like whizzer was going to walk though their apartment door and kiss him. Everything of whizzer’s was still here after all. His cameras, his clothes, his shoes, his film, his baseball bat, his mitt, his racket. all of it. Whizzers stuff was in their room waiting for him. Whizzers line was still active, so eventually he’d answer and complain about Marvin blowing up his phone, he’d come home and tear Marvin a new one about not taking care of himself and his disgusting choice of clothes. Whizzers still here.

He dialed his number again. The numbers on it started to become more faded than the rest, Marvin didn’t know how long he’d been at this. Marvin had began to loose the concept of time outside of his work hours entirely actually. He held the receiver up to his ear again, waiting for the next hit of relief at whizzers voice as if it was a drug. But was instead swindled and scammed, being met with the robotic tone of a woman.

“Sorry you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service.”

He threw the reciver down to the floor, the line making the rest of the phone follow. It was most likely broken but Marvin didn’t care.

Whizzer was gone. Marvin couldn’t hear whizzers voice anymore. Marvin wouldn’t ever see whizzer again, Marvin wouldn’t see his lover come home, his lover wouldn’t take photos of him without him looking, he wouldn’t tear into him anymore for his poor choice of clothing and style, they wouldn’t play raquetball anymore, whizzers camera would collect dust, so would his film, whizzer wouldn’t play and loose against Jason, whizzer wouldn’t help Jason practice for baseball.

Whizzer brown was gone, he wasn’t coming back.

Marvin laughed and laughed and laughed. He writhed and clutched his stomach tightly as he curled into a ball. Laughs eventually turned into choked up sobs.

Whizzer brown was officially gone, there was no salvation or saving grace. Marvin had gotten one of his worse fears to come to fruition. At least Marvin would reunite with him soon enough, apologize for everything. He was bound to see his lover once more, kiss him, hold him, talk with him. eat with him, swallow him whole. Weather it be illness or the ocean, he’ll see whizzer once more.

[hesbambi]

attention.

❝ beg for it. ❞

pairing; mark lee x (f) reader

genre/warnings; pure filthy smut, profanity, daddy mark,mark teasing you, you being desperate (the usual), finger sucking, thigh riding, making out, hints of sadism (?), dry humping, mark calling you good girl

summary; mark is not the saint everyone paints him out to be. you’re surprised at his reaction to your need of his affection. 

word count; 980

authors note; i know i said i wouldn’t be writing… i didn’t! this is something i’ve had for a while that just needed some freshening up! hope you all enjoy ;) if i have any misspellings it's bc im editing this at 3 am....

YOU LOVED ATTENTION.

it was a natural thing for you to yearn for. what you didn’t really expect was for you to beg for it. while meeting mark, you underestimated the power he has over you. unintentionally, his charm and charisma lured you in unexpectedly.

mark is sweet, kind, and well-rounded. never would you have assumed that “tease” would be a word to describe him.

you sat on his lap, arms around his neck and teasingly biting his lips. ceasing your makeout session at random times to tease him even further. your knees squeeze closer around his waist while his hand's sliver down from your hips to your thighs. he grunts every time you scoot closer to his crotch, his visible hard-on pressing against your clothed core.

breaking your lips apart from his, you rest your hands on his knees, leaning back to catch air while closing your eyes. slightly panting at the intensity of the contact of lips. mark opens his legs wider, hands back on your waist. squeezing your hips with the desperation to be in you, he sits back more comfortably while he rests back against the couch.

his hand slivers up to your throat, bringing you face to face with him. the last thing you hear is a gravelly “god fucking damn,” before your body buzzes again. mark brings your lips against him, smothering you in his taste. closing your eyes you feel nothing but a dopamine rush throughout your veins and your pussy pulsing to have mark on you. your body seems to be burning every second mark touches you. his hand lays against the back of your neck, somehow pushing your lips even further into his. teeth clash into one another but neither of you pays no mind.

you don’t notice the whimpering noises in your throat– not so subtly made– or your core trying to push against mark’s jean-clad cock. you do though– notice mark's tilting smirk that edges you on further to let him roll his tongue into you. a guttural groan breaks the thin air. “fuck baby,” mark breaks away after noticing the way your hips try to push against his cock even more, almost like you were instinctively searching for him.

“more mark p-please more,” you exclaim while gripping his static hands on your hips. you needed him, and badly, desperately, like your brain or body is unable to function without his dick in you. heat rising from your tummy while waiting for mark to take you to his room.

“beg for it.”

startled at the way he sounded, demanding and absorbed in his own arousal. he doesn’t wait for your response, only moving you onto one of his thighs.

“know how much you like attention baby, better give me a good show.”

you say nothing other than whimper at his command, too desperate to at least feel something, even if it were his thigh. your underwear is nothing but a shield against his rough jeans. huffing at the difficulty to get off– even if you were still being stimulated– it wasn't enough. you needed mark. “please please mark,” you beg, hand scratching against his abs while the other tries to touch his hand.

“you better get off my thigh or you’re not getting anything at all,” mark swats your hands away and settles his hands on your hips once again. tears form from the frustration. mark knew, no matter what you tried to do, you can’t get off without him. he says nothing after, only leaning back and observing you in amusement and need. wetness seeps through your panties and onto his thigh, making the air thicker between you two as you both glance and acknowledge your wetness.

mark was on edge. he loved seeing you this way– desperate, trying to get off with no avail. he was edging himself along with you, palming his achy and leaking cock. groaning, he couldn’t wrap his head at how beautiful you looked. tears dampening your eyelashes, cheeks heated up and legs tense from the frustration.

he says nothing as he tenses up his thigh, enjoying the way you throw your head back in relief he's giving you something. you rock your pussy against him faster, almost bouncing on him, gripping his shoulders as mark traces your lips. spending a few seconds circling, entering his pointer and middle finger into your mouth to make you gag.

becoming breathless from not only the intrusion but the euphoria you feel head to toe. fastening your actions, bubbling in the excitement that you finally get to come. at least, that's what you think until you hear mark utter, “don’t come yet.”

you’d be embarrassed to see yourself in your haze of arousal, begging more than you would ever admit. sucking on mark’s fingers like it was the actual object you longed for, letting him gag you with his fingers and spanking you heavy-handedly.

“say thank you,” mark states, gripping your chin to bring your face closer to his. his fingers still in your mouth, you moan at the heat rampaging throughout your body, tingling all the right nerves for release. impatiently, he lets go of your chin and slaps your behind again, urging you to say the words. you don’t waste any more time, knowing his command is all you need to let go.

“thank you, daddy, th-”

“good girl. let go for me baby,” mark utters breathily, teeth clenching while watching you shake on his lap. moans spilling out, increasing in pitch as you cum. laying flat against his chest, catching your breath, and wiping away the tears from your eyes. mark kisses you on your forehead, resting against you.

“did so well baby, feelin’ okay?” he asks. nodding your head, you slither your hand against his bulge. mark groans out in surprise, giving you a questioning look.

“thought i’m supposed to give you a show, daddy?”

[iknowher]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i miss you, i'm sorry ೀ

──ㅤ🤍ㅤ۫ㅤ ͏cheater! gojo who isn't loyal at all 𓉸ㅤ۫ㅤwc.ㅤ:ㅤ1,618 reader's note.ㅤ:ㅤit's quite rushed and short. also it's my first post so requests and constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!

it started with him telling you that he’d be on a mission. you didn’t think he’d be gone for that long. you checked the last time he was here. it’s been approximately 1 week, 4 days and 9 hours. you gave up trying to wait, it was miserable without him home. you decided to text him.. you, 07:24 pm: hey you, 07:24 pm: when are you coming home ??

… no answer. he’d usually respond within minutes— usually seconds. you text him again.. quite desperate now. you, 07:30 pm: gojo you, 07:31 pm: please answer you, 07:36 pm: hellooooo? ! ! ! after a few minutes, a notification sound came from your phone. you got a little dopamine rush, hoping it was gojo. and thank god, it was.. satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: god do you ever shut up satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: you’re so clingy i’m actually sick of you huh? you double-checked the contact name in hopes it wasn’t gojo.. but it really was gojo. you felt confused, why was he acting like this.. like a dick? you felt your eyes swell up. suddenly, yuki texted you. you didn’t feel any more energy to text anyone anymore— but you decided to open it anyway. yuki girlboss duhh, 07:50 pm: um hey girl.. you might wanna see this yuki girlboss duhh, 07:51 pm: (attachment added)

you opened the attachment, feeling your fingers shake. as soon as you open it, you felt a pang of disgust course throughout your body. the picture showcased gojo in a white suit— wait, holy shit.. is that a prada blazer..? you could just tell that his whole outfit probably costed thousands. his hair looked more well-kept than usual.

and there was a girl sitting at the same table as him, she probably also wore an expensive dress.. but you couldn’t really care less. the only thing you cared about was him basically cheating on you. you heard rumors about gojo being a player in highschool, but he was so charismatic— so you decided to ignore it. big mistake. you were so stubborn. literally everyone warned you.. however, you just ignored it. you, 08:02 pm:  oh. ty

shit, you hadn’t realized it but you were on the couch, crying till all your mascara was drooping on your cheeks. you were.. ugly crying.

you were watching your favorite show, 13 reasons why.. you probably rewatched it 4 times by now. and to add onto your already bad mood— you were playing I miss you, I’m sorry in the background.

though your phone was on mute, you couldn’t help but check if anyone texted you. unfortunately gojo did. Satoru Gojo, 01:10 pm: sorry that i said that Satoru Gojo, 01:12 pm: but i have to be real, we should break up … you were torn about insulting him or blocking him— but luckily, you took the more mature route. you, 01:13 pm: kay. why though? within seconds, he responded

Satoru Gojo, 01:13 pm: let’s be honest. this isn’t working. I’m busy and i don't see us continuing as a couple. i’m really sorry you clench your jaw before letting out a scoff, you knew damn well his ass was with another girl, having the time of his life.

you, 01:13 pm: shut the fuck up *you blocked this contact number. tap to unblock* nevermind. you took the immature route you felt the next stage of a breakup, anger and resentment. you opened your instagram, me_and_gojo it was an account where you posted basically all your lively moments with him, gojo. you changed your username to: me_and_myself before taking a good hour or so to delete every post, cleaning everything up. you looked at his account, though there were no posts of him and that girl— you still felt spiteful. you blocked his instagram account too.

…after a couple hours, you woke up at 6 am or so. you rubbed your eyes, seeing that the tv was playing a random movie recommended by netflix. you grabbed the remote, turning it off before grabbing your phone again.. but this time, it was geto, gojo’s best friend. geto, 05:32 am: hey girlieee geto, 05:32 am: i heard you broke up with gojo. I’m rlly sorry for that (i personally think gojo’s in the wrong for that) geto, 05:33 am: but anyway, he wanted his stuff back from your house.. I think he’s moving somewhere else? you let out a sigh, knowing that you’d have to talk or atleast see gojo again you, 06:05 am: oh. alright. you, 06:05 am: when is he coming exactly? geto responds in a few minutes

geto, 06:11 am: he says he can come in an hour or so geto, 06:11 am: just to lyk, i hope you can recover a faint smile appears on your face, but it quickly disappears as you see in the phone reflection how your makeup basically got ruined.. damn, i should invest in some waterproof makeup, you thought to yourself. you quickly head upstairs to your room, grabbing some micellair water and a cotton pad before rubbing it on your face, your makeup disappearing in a couple seconds. as soon as you finish, you hear the doorbell ring. that must be gojo. you felt dread, not wanting to see gojo’s stupid ass face after everything that happened. you hurried downstairs, before opening the door to see gojo, standing casually in front of your house. you felt his six eyes stare at your face. you tried to hide your expression of disgust.. but you could tell he knew you weren’t happy with him being home. he waved awkwardly, ‘’hey, i guess.’’ you ignored him, giving him the silent treatment as he walked in. ‘’oh.. I see, not being very talkative today, eh?’’ he lets out a dumb chuckle. everything that made you love him gave you the ick now. ‘’just.. do your thing.’’ you mumble under your breath. you notice him carrying a couple of big boxes, but even with that— you knew it wouldn’t be enough. ‘’eh alright. it’s gonna take some time, though.’’ he emphasized. as he walked nearby you, you could smell his jean paul gaultier cologne.

the moment you smelled it, you felt dizzy because of how strong it was. highkey, it was suffocating. you made a face of disgust, but you quickly turned around and sat on the couch, looking at him as he walked upstairs with an empty box— and in a few minutes he was downstairs with a full box you were unsure that could even be taped shut. this process continued for more than an hour, until he finally spoke up. ‘’hey, i’m done now. have a good life, alright?’’ he says before walking out the door. you quickly waddled to lock the door and head upstairs, curious how the room you first shared looked like now. you never noticed that most of the stuff in the house was from gojo. everything was and looked so empty— it didn’t feel homey anymore. fast forward to a few months or maybe a year later, you still weren’t really over it yet. honestly, even though gojo was annoying as shit, he fulfilled a spot in your heart nobody could.

he was arrogant, sure, but he could also be an absolute sweetheart at times— and let’s not forget the time when he spoiled you at your birthday. you felt so lucky to be his girlfriend.

maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t find anybody like gojo again. all your friends told you, ‘’girl there are so many fish in the sea’’ and all that bullshit. but, you also knew, if he was really your soulmate— he wouldn’t have cheated in the first place.

after your initial breakup, you couldn’t really care to take care of your looks, usually having messy hair and little to no makeup each day you went to work. maybe being single would be better, cause then you wouldn’t have any heartbreak anymore.

until one day that you walked out the door, deciding to walk to work, it wasn’t that far from your place anyway. you saw geto, but you noticed that he looked kind of.. sad? and he didn’t even care to put his hair up into a bun.

you stopped him in his tracks, wanting to greet him. ‘’hey geto.’’ you smile awkwardly as he glances up at you. ‘’oh. hi.’’ he says, trying to act polite.

‘’eh.. what’s up?’’ you ask him, wanting to know the reason behind his dampened mood. ‘’oh.. you haven’t heard?’’

‘’gojo died.’’ those two words felt like a truck crashing into your heart. ah.. you hated him, sure, but you didn’t exactly want him to die.

‘’huh.. when.. why?’’ you ramble, before geto interrupts you. ‘’well he died, like, a couple days ago. and why? meh.’’ geto shrugs in a nonchalant way. ‘’he died because of a mission. he was being kind of cocky— he thought he’d be able to kill sukuna.’’ you cut him off, wondering how he could’ve died— i mean. he has infinity, six eyes.. he’s basically immortal. right?‘’hold on— how?’’ ‘’hey, i don’t know either.’’

and from that day forward, you had to live with curiosity. who was that girl he was on a date with? how did he even die? but deep down, you knew you would never get an answer on any of your questions. you unblocked him, just to send one, last, message.

you, 06:03 pm: i miss you you, 06:03 pm: i’m sorry. *this contact number has been deleted, your message could not be delivered*

ㅤ🗝ㅤwork belongs to @ iknowher﹐do not plagiarize my work !

[neteyamkink]

i just read this jake fic and now im thinking about enemies with benefits with neteyam👀👀

THANK U FOR REQUESTING IM OBSESSED W THIS <333 sorry this is so short i’m lacking so bad at writing rn

paring: aged up!neteyam x reader

warnings: filthy smut, degrading, cocky mean teyam :(, choking, he calls reader a whore, idk what else this is just FILTHY

“I fucking hate you” you had no idea what those words did to Neteyam, did you? The distasteful words that fell from your pretty little lips went straight to his cock. Next thing you knew your ankles were over his shoulders, his hands were around your neck, and he was fucking his cock into you.

His dick bullied its way into your pretty little cunt. the only three words that you could form were, “I hate you.”

Hate is a strong word I know, but you truly hated him. Mostly because he hated you first. He was always so envious, sick and tired of being second runner-up to you. You were always the best at what you did. The best young huntress, the best young warrior, the best young healer. He could never beat you, so instead, he chose to hate you. However, this burning hate turned into a new blossoming passion for just wanting to fuck you like you were nothing. It was the one thing he could be better than you at.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he chuckled into your ear, letting his soft lips peck a little kiss on the top of your ear. Fuck his mischievous little laugh made you just want to smack the smirk right off his lips. But oh my eywa he was just so fucking hot.

“Fuck you,” you gritted through your teeth trying to speak with your airway being cut off by his big hands.

“I am,” his stupid little slapable smirk grew wider. He moved one of his hands off your neck to press down on your stomach. “You feel me all the way up there?” he cockily spoke, his voice ringing through your ears and filling your brain with dopamine.

You refused to feed into his inflated ego, so you shook your head no with the little strength you had in you. His cock filling you up mixed with his restraining hands around your neck was the perfect equation for pure bliss.

He furrowed his brows and scrunched his nose, “you feel it now?” he gripped your neck harder and started to quicken his pace. Every thrust became harder and harder one after the other and soon you were just left a cock drunken moaning mess underneath him.

you didn’t want to inflate his ego even more by giving in but you were just so blissed out that you didn’t have any energy to hate him. You desperately nodded your head needing more, You hated him, but fuck you were always so needy for him. He fucked you so good every. single. time.

“yeah that’s right, ‘m fucking you like the little whore you are,” He gritted through his teeth, hips snapping at an unrhythmic pace.

“let me cum, teyam,” you choke out, chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath.

“what’s the magic word?” he teases. The way he loved to get you riled up made you 10x more angrier. Why did he have to be such a fucking tool?

“Please,” you whimpered giving into his annoying teasing, desperate to find a release.

“go ahead, pretty princess,” he smirked, and with a few thrusts you both were moaning sticky sweaty messes. Curses and sounds of uneven slaps rung through the air.

“I still fucking hate you,” you spoke.

“I hate you too,” his sly smirk made you roll your eyes but deep inside butterflies erupted in the pits of your stomach.

[mandana-the-service-pup]

Sometimes when my low blood pressure or low heart rate is flaring up I get this overwhelming urge to go on a ridiculous adventure.

Like I’m barely able to walk and yet it sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world to cook a feast from scratch, drive an hour to the aquarium or volunteer at an animal shelter for a day. Of course I’m not able to do any of this but it’s tricked me in the past and I’ve ended up in some sticky situations. Now I’m able to recognize when it happens by writing it out or texting Hubbins about it bc it really does sound absurd given my current state. Now when I get the sudden urge to do something that is a lot more intensive than my regular activities I immediately “hit the breaks” and evaluate why I feel that way (and it’s never bc I’m actually feeling better). I think my brain is just desperate for a dopamine hit when it’s not getting enough blood flow.

[delirious-donna]

Finish your Meal [Nanami Kento]

an: just a quick thought that I’ve had stewing away in my head for the past few days

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: semi-public sexual activity, pussy fingering, teasing in a restaurant

Masterlist

You hadn’t expected a thing, why should you? It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Nanami to take you out to dinner, in fact, it was a fairly regular thing. However, as you gazed blankly at the full plate of food set before you, there wasn't a single desire to pick up your silverware and eat. How could you possibly be expected to when your man’s fingers were buried up to the knuckles in your soaked cunt?

Could you have predicted that the large hand that had earlier landed on your bare knee whilst you perused the menu would lead to this? It was a touch you were accustomed to, but when those roughened fingers had started to creep and inch higher, the game suddenly began.

Did you hear a single word of the little speech your server gave, likely rattling off specials and asking about dietary requirements? Hell no! All you could focus on was how Nanami found it so very easy to stroke the apex of your thighs whilst smiling politely at the server when in fact the smile was aimed at you for the small movement in parting your legs. You always were such a good girl for him, never denying him exactly what he wanted and right now, that was you.

Kento ordered for the two of you, the rather smug-looking man having remembered what you had told him took your interest and chose the same for himself. Your protests fell upon deaf ears; hazel eyes sharp and calculating softened as he drank you in. His voice had sounded like honey dripping down your spine, the warmth of his words settling over your consciousness as he toyed with your panties and commented on the growing damp patch beneath his fingertips. Of course, his observations only made it all the worse, and your panties were sticky with arousal when he finally slid them to the side.

It hadn’t taken long before your fingers were digging into the crisp fabric of his button-up shirt, heat caressing your face and lips popped open. Your eyes darkened with adrenaline-laced pleasure, dopamine flooding your veins at the risky situation. Nanami’s two thick fingers curled to perfection in your drooling little pussy, his thumb rubbing soft circles around your aching clit. He refused to stop even when the server returned with your meals and you couldn’t look either man in the face.

Now here you were, desperately biting down on the noises that fought to slip from your mouth. Kento’s subtle smirk forcing your hips to grind a little harder against his hand, marvelling at how he was able to eat slowly with his one free hand. He had no right to look this damn attractive, a few strands of blonde hair falling into his face and your fingers itched to sweep them back. A tight sigh pressed through his nose, eyes snapping to your untouched plate with a furrowed brow.

“Eat up, sweetheart,” he coaxed whilst leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your burning cheek. A quiet moan escaped, his fingers stalling in their relentless passing over of the deep sweet spot that you were never able to reach without his help and his warm breath traced over the sensitive skin of your neck. Your pulse thumped against his lips that quirked into a smile before sitting back to resume his meal. The pace of his digits felt far slower now, leisurely and almost downright lazy and suddenly he revealed exactly why.

“Finish your meal, that is, if you would like to cum…”

[headcaasefiction]

Ecstasy: Chapter 2 of 2

Chapter 1 is here.

(Mihawk/Shanks/AFAB!Reader)

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Summary: Shanks and Mihawk take you out to the bar for your birthday. They slip a little something in your drink as a present and lavish you with attention. Happy Birthday to you!

You open your eyes, half-lidded and heavy with want. Next to Shanks stands Mihawk, slotted against his companion once more, yellow eyes blown wide and clouded with lust. The two of them tower before you on the edge of the bed, drinking in your beauty, fondly pressed to one another.

"Prettiest thing you ever did see, aye Hawk-eyes?"

Warnings: M/M/F Threesome, DubCon, Non-consensual drugging, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fisting, Double Penetration, Light BDSM, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink.

Shanks and Mihawk waste no time rushing you through the town's streets, straight back down to the docks where the Red Force is anchored. Ecstasy thrums through your body, heat burning in your core as you cling to Mihawk's broad shoulders. The gentle glow of the road lanterns dance in your vision as you're quickly ushered along, you close your eyes, overwhelmed by the lingering tracers. The sound of the ocean that gently laps against the hull of the ship washes over you, letting you know you are home.

Before you knew it the three of you had boarded the ship, whisked away to the Captain's quarters, Mihawk lowers you onto the plush king size mattress your trio shares. You grip the soft blankets, relieved that you were back in the safety and privacy of your beloved's room.

Shanks kneels on the bed next to you, knuckles softly caressing your flushed cheek, "How are you doing, love?"

Your eyes flutter at the tender contact, your body humming with approval, "Good...so good..."

Shanks' grin blinds you for a moment, even lights up his dark warm eyes. The look on his face takes your breath away, his gaze wandering your face, to your lips and finally along your body, re-igniting your arousal.

"Kiss me..." You whisper, reaching up to stroke the 3 raised scars on the left side of his face and eye, "Please..."

He props himself up by his one hand, leaning down to collide with your feverish mouth. Teeth clacking against yours he eagerly drinks you in, tongue soothing over your teeth, the tip of your own tongue, further down in your mouth over and over again, until you feel spit-drunk and dopamine dizzy. After what feels like an eternity in heaven he pulls away, leaving you gasping for air, needy for more.

You open your eyes, half-lidded and heavy with want. Next to Shanks stands Mihawk, slotted against his companion once more, yellow eyes blown wide and clouded with lust. The two of them tower before you on the edge of the bed, drinking in your beauty, fondly pressed to one another.

"Prettiest thing you ever did see, aye Hawk-eyes? " Shanks asks, arm curling around the war lord's waist, chin resting on his shoulder.

Mihawk hums, a low sound in his chest, hand reaching out to stroke your ankle while he returns the gesture of the red-haired captain by snaking his arm around Shanks' waist, fingertips gripping his hip.

"Absolutely gorgeous,"  he responds back, rubbing little circles in the soft spot of your ankle.

Your breath hitches in your throat, the image of these heart-breakingly beautiful men pressed together, faces inches apart, doting on you, it was almost too much to handle.

A desperate whine shudders it's way out of your throat, the sight of them so close together in proximity makes you feel hot and overwhelmed. You sit up suddenly, the desperate need to be bare and felt by them takes over as you begin to strip. First your shirt and bodice, followed by a difficult try with your boots, until the men got the picture and started working on your laces for you. Quickly they toss your shoes, skirt, and stockings out of sight and mind until you were only left in the black cotton thong they helped ruin only a short time ago.

The two pirates stood speechless together, closely regarding the treasure splayed out before them, your blown-out pupils wandering down to the obvious arousal hardening in their pants.

"Fuck..." You moan, as another rush of pleasure showers over you, the promise of their want and need clutching deep inside of you.

"Please..." You mewl helplessly, your fingers caressing and pinching the soft flesh of your tender nipples and breasts, head tossed back against the plush bedding, back arched off the bed, "Please, I want, I want..."

You can't form the words, your brain refuses to string sentences together, every atom of your being feels like a live-wire - raw energy redirecting back into your body, your skin, your mouth, your stomach, your clit, your cunt. You keen out a frustrated sigh, squirming mindlessly in pleasure.

"Oh poor thing," Shanks coos, mocking you with fake sympathy, he parts from Mihawk's side to slide inbetween your legs, expertly pulling off his own shirt in a single motion in the process. He gently opens your thighs until your knees are level with your hips, toes flexing in the air.

Mihawk crawls to the head of the bed, hands smoothing over your shoulders as he begins to strip, placing his hat on the night stand, long leather coat shed away, boots kicked off and forgotten. He takes your head and places it in his lap, your face inches away from his clothed cock. You whimper with longing, your face nuzzling against the prominent bulge in his pants.

"So needy," Shanks continues to tease, mouth leaning down to connect with your navel, fingertips ghosting up and down your leg, each time getting closer to the edge of your panties.

They have your candle burning at both ends, nerves wracked with unadulterated need. Shanks dips his tongue to lave over your clothed clit, connecting with your pleasure center. You buck your hips, desperate for the release that was previously denied to you.

You cry out as Shanks’ tongue licks along the damp fabric, toying with your aching bud, overstimulating you past the brink of sanity. Your hands automatically fly down to grip his bright red hair, your fingernails digging hard into his scalp; he grunts with discomfort.

“Shanks, please!”

Immediately you are punished with two harsh and furious slaps, one after the other on each of your thighs.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging pain blooming across your sensitive flesh, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure spilling out your every pore.

Your arms are yanked back up by Mihawk, wrists firmly captured in one of his large hands, the other gripped tightly in your hair to force your head forward to look directly into Shanks’ eyes.

His normally warm, gentle brown eyes are stern, almost black, glinting with something just a little dangerous. He curls his hand under your chin, gripping it firmly so your lips pout just a little.

“What was that, baby girl? Sounds like someone forgot their manners.”

You whimper, as you gently squirm between the two men, a single tear sliding down your cheek, “I-I’m sorry, Daddy, I just…I can’t control myself, please I need you, I need both of you, please.”

Mihawk and Shanks share a glance, their tenderness returning. Mihawk lets up on his fingers that are taunt with your scalp, his bruising grip loosening on your wrists.

“Oh princess, this isn’t meant to be a punishment,” he cradles your face in his hand, kissing your flushed and tear-streaked cheeks, “this is a gift, we want to spoil you, but you have to remember to behave like the good girl we know you are, and not a spoiled little brat.”

You sniffle, trembling, “I’ll be good Daddy, p-please spoil me, I’m s-so ready…”

Shanks smiles wide, pressing his lips firmly against yours, probing his tongue into your eager mouth, flicking the tip against the overly sensitive muscle. You melt into the kiss, your body relaxing from the contact as you settle back into Mihawk’s lap, his straining cock pressing into your shoulder.

Shanks breaks the kiss, his hand wandering from your face down to your chest, soothing over the round flesh of your breasts, playfully plucking at your hardened nipples before finally reaching down to crook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pry them off your legs.

You mewl, another jolt of electricity shooting through your core as you’re finally exposed to the open air. Mihawk and Shanks share another lustful glance toward one another, both their lips upticked with smirks.

Shanks sighs, somewhat breathless, as he runs his fingers through your puffy and slicked up entrance, “Oh fuck baby girl, you’re absolutely soaked.”

Mihawk suddenly tips your head back and captures your lips, swallowing the moan that is ripped from your body as Shanks swipes the pad of his thumb over your stiff and throbbing clit.

He hums into your mouth, sliding his tongue down as far as it could reach before swirling it below the underside of your own, pleased at the needy noises he drinks from you, as Shanks continues to glide his fingers up and down your pussy lips, rewarding you with a single slender finger every moment or so. Mihawk pulls away, leaving you breathless as he grinds his hips and unbearably hard cock into the soft skin of your back.

“How about we put that pretty mouth to good use,” he purrs, releasing your hands as he reaches down to grasp the buckle of his belt, pulling it off and undoing the front of his pants swiftly, his cock standing up firm against his stomach.

“Hmmm, be a good girl and suck Sir’s cock,” Shanks grins, sliding the two middle fingers of his hand into your pulsing cunt, earning him a satisfied gasp from your burning red, kiss-swollen mouth.

Mihawk maneuvers your head out of his lap, sitting up onto his knees he grasps his cock, giving it a few firm strokes before feeding the tip past your plush, wettened lips. You gaze up at Mihawk, his piercing eyes fixed on yours as he inches into your throat.

Shanks watches, captivated as both pairs of your pink soaked lips take a different part of both your lovers, your mouth swallowing Mihawk as your pussy swallows his own fingers. With a breathy groan, Shanks slips a third finger into you.

“Hmph!” You whimper around Mihawk’s thick cock, heat frantically pooling in your stomach, euphoria warming your entire body. Your eyes roll back as Mihawk thrusts further into your mouth, the lewd messy noises of Shanks’ ambitious fingers fucking your drenched hole resound through the Captain’s cabin.

Shanks looks at you adoringly through half-lidded eyes, drunk on the way your body screams and sings for him, like a living musical instrument. Enthralled by Mihawk’s cock bulging in your throat, his fingers easily sucking into your willing body.

“So wet and open…do you think you could take my whole hand, baby?” Shanks asks innocently, a hint of the scoundrel he actually is glinting in his sincere eyes.

Mihawk smirks back at the red haired captain, shallowly thrusting into the heat of your throat, watching hungrily as Shanks sinks a fourth finger into your greedy cunt, twisting slightly to open you up further.

“Oh she can take it, right darling?” Mihawk coos, gently tracing the back of his fingertips over the side of your face, down to lovingly caress the bulge of himself in your throat.

You let out a muffled whine, your eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping the covers beneath you for dear life as you try not to gag on the engorged dick that’s filling your windpipe, dizzying spells of ecstasy crashing over you again and again as you feel Shanks pry you open ever further, his thumb edging against the glossy and sensitive stretched out rim of your entrance.

“Such a good girl,” Shanks praises, white teeth grazing over his bottom lip while he gently twists his hand into you, final finger slotting in place.

You gasp at the sensation, almost choking. Mihawk immediately pulls out of your throat and caresses your face so you could get your bearings.

Mihawk and Shanks’ lips both part, sighing in simultaneous arousal, at the sight of Shanks’ fist buried wrist deep in your pussy. You tip your head up, breath coming out in short, sharp bursts, shiny wide-eyes looking at Shanks as he gazed over you, eyes meeting yours with a deep look of affection, admiration, and praise.

“How…h-how many is that, Daddy?” You ask in a hushed whisper, trembling between the warmth of their bodies.

Shanks gives you a gentle smile, and says quietly, “That’s all of them, little one.”

You feel yourself flush from head to toe, never had you been so open and vulnerable, never stretched so wide. The thought of you completely engulfing his hand makes you want to cum right then and there.

“Fuuuck…,” you whine, immersed in the unrelentless waves of arousal the drug continuously pumps through your system. Your head falls back on the bed, your hands grasping for Mihawk, gripping hard to one of his thighs, “Plllleeeaasseee~”

“Hmmm, want to cum like this? Me fucking you with my fist?” Shanks breathes, tone heavy, laced with awe, his fist slowly starting to pump in and out of you.

A short sound of approval rumbles deep from Mihawk’s chest, watching hungrily as your body takes Shanks’ hand, obscene, wet noises blending in with the increasingly loud moans and noises that spill from your mouth.

“Want to see if I can make her squirt?” Shanks asks, locking eyes with Mihawk, face lit up with a devilish smile.

“I most certainly would,” Mihawk replies with a smirk, leaning over your trembling form to swipe his fingertips over the hood of your clit.

You cry out, bliss flooding your body, the combination of Mihawk’s fingers fluttering over your clit and Shanks’ fist twisting and fucking more feverishly into you was almost too much to bear, the threat of your orgasm licking at your insides making you whine in delicious agony.

“Don’t force it down, just let go,” Shanks grunts with the effort of his thrusts, his movements shaking your whole body, your slick juices dripping down his wrist and forearm.

“You don’t need permission to cum anymore, it’s your birthday, darling, you can cum as many times as you want,” Mihawk purrs, expert fingers flying feather-light over your stiff clit.

You whimper, one arm tossed over your face as your entire body quakes, shockwaves of electric heat pulsing through your pussy, an intense wave of pressure hitting a breaking point within you. Shanks’ fist thrusts into you one final time and you go blind, a pleasant blanket of pleasure shrouding over you, tension snapped. A sharp cry leaves your throat, your body convulsing as you gush slick, your orgasm ripped harshly from you, soaking Shanks’ arm and the sheets below.

“Gorgeous,” Mihawk breathes, soothing his hands over your flushed pink face.

“Fucking perfect,” Shanks praises, gently removing his hand from your gaping hole with a lewd wet noise, making you squeak with another jolt of ecstasy as his large hand leaves you.

Shanks crawls onto the bed next to you and Mihawk, propping himself up on some pillows, “C’mere, princess, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Your body shudders, aftershocks of euphoria showering through your system, dancing in your blood. With as much energy as you could muster you crawl ontop of Shanks, naked form pressed to his bare chest, face nuzzled against his pulse point. He runs his hand up and down your spine, making you shiver, goosebumps erupting along your sensitive flesh.

“You can’t be done just yet, you haven’t cum on my cock,” the red-head captain smirks deviously before claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss, his hips rolling up into you. The front of his straining pants press firm to your clit, dampening the fabric.

Frantically you reach down to his waistband, undoing the laces of his pants as quickly as you could, shoving down the the pesky fabric to free his thick cock. He hums in appreciation, reaching down with his one free hand to glide the tip of his dick through your puffy stretched out lips, still gaping from his fist. Without hesitation he easily slides in, bottoming out with one thrust, hips flush with your own. You bite back a moan, the sound muffled by Shanks' shoulder as you press your heated face to his tan skin.

You hadn’t noticed Mihawk shift behind you until you felt his fingertips running down the base of your spine, causing your back to arch at the tingling sensation.

“My my, that went in easy,” he says condescendingly, his fingertips trailing further down your ass, before brushing over the tight entrance of your asshole, “but it looks like there’s room for much more. So tell me, birthday girl, where do you want me?”

Mihawk swipes over your asshole again, “Here?” He toys with it for a moment, spitting on the puckered flesh before easing in a fingertip, “…or here?” Two fingers glide down the little bit of skin between your openings, and slot themselves inside of your pussy, next to Shanks’ dick.

“There!” You mewl, little whimpers muffled into the side of Shanks’ neck, your hips buck sharply giving the captain a drag of euphoric friction.

“Mmm, yeah, right there,” Shanks groans, breathless as Mihawk slides a third finger inside of you, shallowingly thrusting while also rubbing against the underside of Shanks’ buried cock, “Let’s fuck her together.”

Mihawk wastes no time in removing his fingers and placing himself in between Shanks’ legs, lining himself up at your thoroughly fucked out hole, still dripping wet, filled up with one thick cock but room to spare. He hisses lightly as he rubs the sensitive head of his cock against the outer edge of your cunt, before slowly stuffing himself in along side the captain’s own member.

You thought you had known bliss before this moment, but the burn of the stretch, and the shape of them both, and the feeling of them completely owning your heart, mind, soul and body; was an ecstasy you weren’t sure could exist.

“Sir! Daddy!” You cry out as you surrender completely to them, letting them push and pull into you, both moving in and out at opposite paces, not sure whose lips, fingers, teeth, or cock was servicing you at any given moment. You became a lump of flesh, a toy, a pleasure doll. You gave into it, settled there, your body relaxing into the hot stretch of two men fucking your pussy at once.

You couldn’t tell if it felt so good because of the drug they had slipped you, or the pure exhilaration of how they were able to tame you so fully into submission, guiding you into the dreamy edge of subspace or possibly a combination of both. All you did realize is you had lost track of how many times you came on their cocks as they fucked into you together. All you could do was cling to Shanks’ shoulders and take them full force into your willing body.

Shanks is a wreck, head thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open slack, arm circling your waist tightly as his hips wildly thrust up into you. Mihawk’s yellow eyes are blown wide, almost black, teeth sunken into his bottom lip at the sight of the two of you beneath him.

“F-fuck, close…” Shanks rasps through his pleasure, rhythm faltering in his motions as he and Mihawk bottom out over and over again, your pussy-slick dripping down their shafts onto Shanks' balls.

“Please…please, please, please…” you chant, eyes rolled back, blissfully claimed, owned, used, “Please cum inside me…”

Mihawk’s pace starts to falter as well, his countenance wavering, eyelids fluttering, hands bruised into your hips as your pussy contracts and pulses around their thick lengths. The extra stimulation they feel both sliding against one another inside of you causing their orgasms to arrive sooner than normal.

“Fuck! Good! Girl!” Mihawk growls, sharply enunciating each word with a thrust.The motion drawing a moan from the red-haired captain, causing him to tip over the edge and reach his end, hand threaded tight into your hair as he cums inside of you, biting down on your shoulder with a groan.

Mihawk follows closely behind, his hips frantically stuttering as he drapes himself over your back, a satisfied gasp leaving his throat as his orgasm hits, dick pulsing along side Shanks', their cum mixing together inside of you.

The three of you breathe together, coming down from your collective pleasure, bodies still conjoined. You can feel the dull pulse of the drug leaving your system, the need for sleep settling its way into your brain making your eyes heavy. Gently you brush a hand over the scars on Shanks face, in response he dips his head down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Careful now Hawk-eyes,” Shanks murmurs, shifting his hips to begin withdrawing his cock from you, “Poor thing is going to be tender.”

Mihawk soothes a hand over your back, slowly removing himself as well, a mixture of their cum leaking out of your aching hole, dripping down your thighs. You whimper a sigh of relief as soon as both men retreat from your fucked out pussy, leaving you wet, satisfied and coated in their juices.

Softly Mihawk gathers you into his arms, removing you from Shanks’ chest. He kisses the top of your head before tucking you into bed, in your rightful spot between the two men.

“Did you have a good birthday, love?” Shanks asks, petting the side of your face as you cozy up in the plush covers and pillows, “What I gave you wasn’t too much right? It felt good?”

Sleepily you nod, a small smile gracing your tired face, eyelids becoming increasingly heavy as you happily gaze up at your lovers handsome faces, “Yes Daddy, thank you. I actually loved it, I think it’s the reason you were both able to…fit inside me.”

Mihawk and Shanks grin from ear to ear at that, pleased at the light blush that heats up your cheeks. Both of them proud they were able to open you up and take you in such a way.

“Good, happy birthday baby, try to get some sleep,” Shanks smiles, tucking you further into the covers, both him and Mihawk kissing you sweetly on the mouth.

“And when you wake up, I’ll let you cum on my tongue,” Mihawk smirks with a wink.

“Hmmm, yes please…” you beam sleepily, closing your eyes and giving into the realm of sleep, their deep voices still on the edge of your consciousness.

“We should definitely slip her that powder more often,” you hear Shanks say, pleased with himself.

“Oh most definitely.”

Thanks for reading, I hope all of you filthy heathens enjoyed 😘

Main Masterlist

[babylon-crashing]

Q: what is that fantasy you have not done but willing to experience?

I’ve found, over the years, that confiding in complete strangers details about my desires and uncontrollable urges often has ways of exploding in one’s face at the most inappropriate of times … unless I’m writing poetry. It’s odd, I can write in prose and poetry the exact same freaky wish-list and the response I get to my sonnet is, “ah, it’s art, you have touched upon the erotic nature of the immortal soul” … whereas the other response goes, “gee, you sound desperate and lonely, maybe you should get out more.”

So I’ll just say this: I totally do not have a deep desire to go diving with great white sharks. I’m not the sort of person who’d make weird, unnatural claims that sharks are, more or less, the Felis catus of the oceans. Sure, they might dream of murder all day long but a little quality time together, a little belly scratches, rub their ampullae of Lorenzini and begin to purr. That’s totally not my bag. Curiously, no one bats an eye at diving with dolphins, so I use to say, “I’m not into sharks, just really ugly dolphins,” until JD Vance had to go and make it into a sick perv thing (thanks, jerk) that I will never be able to unsee (poor Flipper).

Also, I’m totally not raising the money on Kickstarter to fund a whimsical, musical version of Das Boot for the single purpose of getting to spend 6 months working on a WW II-era, diesel submarine that I could then re-purpose as the world’s first under-the-sea lending library, bring literacy and books to all the smaller islands of the Caribbean, too isolated or poor to have their own library.

Henry Kissinger once said that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and for some very sad individuals that is abundantly true. But teaching other people to read hits all my dopamine receptors, knowing that I’ve given another soul a life-changing skill that they will use, like, forever, is also a pretty good way of getting my toes to curl.

[thedoctorisgroovy]

She'd Be California

In which Spencer is a certified lover boy and meets barista Phoebe, who he falls in love with in an instant.

» Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

» Word count: 1881

» Warnings/Tags: No warnings! fluff, like so much fluff, sickeningly sweet fluff, basically candyfloss, Morgan is there too

» A/N: I wanted to start a series of one shots based off of songs I like and this was so fun and cute to write, I loved it :) if I do more, I'll make a masterlist at some point. This genuinely took a lot of time and energy to write so I hope y'all like it. It is mega cheesy I swear.

Spencer had visited California many times on different cases throughout his tenure with the BAU/FBI and had thoroughly decided he’d had enough of it. It was hot, humid, and sweaty, three of his least favourite words. He never understood the appeal of moving to L.A like so many other people had; never felt drawn to the glitz and glamour of Hollywood and movie stars, never felt the urge to take pictures near the sign, or even simply spend time on the beach.   Sand was another of his least favourite words. Perhaps it was the gruesome nature of his work that had tinted his view of the so-called “Golden State,” painting it in various shades of red and grey instead. That was until, he saw her.

The day he saw her in that coffee shop, it was like the world had exploded into colour and simultaneously stopped spinning on its’ axis. Every sensation in his body went into overdrive; the lights were brighter, sounds louder, heart pounding and the hairs on his arms and neck stood to attention. If he hadn’t known the science behind how dopamine and norepinephrine works, he would’ve assumed he’d gone into fight or flight mode. Her long blonde hair bounced softly in its’ ponytail - cascading in gentle waves down her shoulders. Her smile more confident and more radiant than anything he’d ever seen and she glowed - a perfect sun kissed tan enveloping her entire body which meant she probably wasn’t from Virginia.

He and Agent Morgan had decided to take a coffee break from their paperwork and decided to go for a walk instead of just getting coffee from the kitchen, and thanks to a god he wasn’t sure he believed in, she was working behind the coffee machine at that precise moment. A familiar hand slapping him on the back sent the world reeling again and he realised he needed to close his jaw which was hanging loosely like an idiot.

“An IQ of 187 but it still drops to 60 when you see a pretty girl huh Reid?” Morgan’s voice teased behind him. Spencer rolled his eyes at Morgan but winced internally knowing deep down he was right and hoping she hadn’t seen him staring like some sort of pervert.

“Is she new? I’ve never seen her before.” Spencer questioned, barely squeaking out his words. Morgan shook his head slowly and a dejected sigh fell from his lips.

“I don’t know Reid, why don’t you go ask her?” Spencer started to protest in panic but Morgan cut him off before his anxiety could reach a heightened state “…Or you could order our coffee and talk to her normally?” Morgan offered, a smile forming on his lips while placing a sympathetic hand on Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer nodded and tried to swallow the lump of anxiety forming in his throat as he joined the coffee line, Morgan stepping away to see if his boy had any semblance of game - which if he was honest, he doubted.

Spencer desperately and anxiously wrung his hands together as he inched closer in line to the counter, ruminating a million times over in his head about what he wants to order and to say to her. Casual small talk isn’t really one of his strong suits, one of his colleagues reminded him when he told her he was trying to learn how to be more conversational. Her exact words were “Oh. It’s not working.” Her words, Morgan’s advice and his own thoughts swirled like a tornado on the warpath.

Before he knew it, he was face to face with her, immediately noticing her eyes. The way different shades of blue danced around each other and blended together, creating an ocean to get lost in. Unfortunately, Spencer hadn’t realised that she had asked him a question, causing him to blink himself back to the real world and try to cover his embarrassment with a small cough.

“I’m so sorry, what did you say?” Spencer stuttered out. She smiled sweetly and doubled down on her question.

“I asked, what can I get you, handsome?” His heart pounded at the nickname, his cheeks blushing a very obvious tomato shade of red. There was no hiding his crush now, everyone in the store could see it. He decided to bite the proverbial bullet and muster any confidence he could, taking a deep-ish breath before replying.

“Uh, could I get a Large Black Americano, A Large Latte with almond milk and your number?” His voice unintentionally pitching a few octaves higher at that last part. Her eyes flitted quickly back to his at the final part of his question, stopping her from writing the order down on the cups. She pursed her lips and paused deliberately, looking him up and down.

“Oh god, oh no, she thinks I’m a creep, I’ve ruined it, I can never come here again.” Spencer monologued internally, palms starting to sweat and the odd sensation of the tie around his neck tightening.

“Name for the order?” She asked expressionless, much to Spencer’s disappointment.

“Spencer?” He accidentally queried.

“You don’t know your own name?” She taunted.

“No, no I do! It’s Spencer.” Was she flirting with him he questioned? He hoped she was because if not, this toying with him was downright mean and humiliating and he genuinely didn’t know if he could take it.

“Well Spencer, I’ll think about it.” His name lingered on her tongue, emphasising both syllables combined with a low and sultry tone - mercilessly teasing him and finishing her statement with a wink, before turning to her colleague with the two cups in her hands. She turned back to him with a cheeky smile and gestured down towards the pick up point at the end of bar, showing where to wait and that the conversation was unfortunately over. Spencer’s head span. He couldn’t tell whether the interaction had gone well or whether to be utterly mortified. It seemed like she was flirting, but she could’ve simply been polite, or worse; mocking him for asking her. In moments like this, he wished that he didn’t have an eidetic memory. Playing the situation over and over again provided no relief as he hadn’t picked up on enough social cues to determine the answer to his incessant questions. As he waited for his and Morgans’ coffee’s, he looked around for Morgan, catching sight of him near the door. Morgan raised his eyebrows in request and all Spencer could do was shrug his shoulders lightly.

After what felt like a small eternity, Spencer heard his name called lightly and turned to see her holding out the two drinks in front of her. Spencer reached out to take the drinks and accidentally brushed his hands with hers, causing a bolt of electricity to ride through his body and stain his neck and face bright red once again.

“My name’s Phoebe by the way. My number’s on your cup and I have a break in 30 minutes.” Flashing another sunny smile to his flushed face.

“I’m not sure if you know this, but Phoebe is actually a Greek name meaning radiant or shining one…” He paused, unsure whether to tread further with his compliment “…which after meeting you, I can definitely say is true to the translation.” Now it was Phoebe’s turn to blush, maybe he wasn’t so bad at this flirting thing after all.

“I have to get back to work now, my colleague is standing over there waiting and watching me make a potential fool of myself but I’ll call you! I’ll absolutely call you.” Spencer stumbled hurriedly over his words, and walked away before giving her time to react or embarrass himself further. As he approached Morgan with a sheepish yet proud smile, he could see the shit-eating grin plastered across Morgans face and the palm already raised in preparation for a congratulatory pat on the back.

“See kid? I knew you could do it.” Spencer nodded absent-mindedly, the twinkle in his eye growing at the praise. As they left the shop and walked back to Quantico, Spencer noted a red sports car parked across the street and debated in his mind if it was Phoebe’s. While he didn’t know anything about her, her looks and flirtatious personality allowed his mind to be convinced that it was, and in the 30 minutes sat at his desk watching the clock, he imagined what a date would be like driving down the road in it. She seemed like the kind of girl who would pick him up instead.

Which is exactly what happened one week later.

Phoebe pulled up to Spencers’ place in her car with the roof down and music blaring. She honked the car horn alerting him to her presence, even though he was already outside his apartment building and waiting for her. Usually, he would be embarrassed by the amount of attention she was drawing to them both, but all he could do was chuckle and shake his head. She lent over the passenger seat to open his door and as he climbed in, he realised he was seeing her whole body for the first time. Even though it wasn’t a particularly warm day, she wore a pair of cute black shorts, showing off her gorgeous long sun tanned legs. She’d paired them with a pretty red short sleeved shirt and he felt that no one in Hollywood could look this good.

Spencer suddenly felt insecure in his sweater and slacks, eyes scanning her body bashfully. Phoebe leaned slightly to place a kiss on his cheek - after noticing that he was staring - filling his body with fire and validation.

“You look cute too handsome!” She affirmed, using the nickname she’d given him during their first interaction. Spencer gave her a wide eyed grin and tentatively reached out to squeeze her hand that was resting on the gear stick.

“Shall we go?” He offered, eager to start their date. He wasn’t sure where/when this new side of him had formed but if it was because of her, he certainly didn’t mind. She gave a returning squeeze and shifted the gear into drive. They speed off down the streets, hair blowing in the breeze and Spencer thought he might already be in love.

As they continued their dates, Spencer fell hard and fast for everything about her. He drank her in like a luxurious red wine, savouring the richness of her personality, a spark for life he’d never known in another person. She ignited a heat within him, a constant simmering passion for something other than his special interests. She was beautiful, funny, vibrant and he felt an inexplicable pull to learn everything about her.

In another lifetime, he knew that Hollywood execs would’ve been driving down the Sunset Strip looking for a star like her to be the face of their movies and he knew he’d be by her side when she received her Walk of Fame star. He’d never had any interest in California before her, but after knowing her for a short time, he might’ve just started to see the appeal.

Due to his tenure with the FBI, he’d been all around this world,

“but she’d be California, if California was a girl.”