#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

[blackleatherjacketz]

Make Me Forget

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: After meeting Spencer at a Near Death Experience Support Group, the two of you become fast friends (with benefits) to cope with the trauma. He shows up at your house after a hard case, needing your help to forget it.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Angst, Mentions of Death, Kissing, Hair Pulling, Groping, Pleading, Begging, Vaginal Sex, Female Orgasm, Riding Spencer on a Couch, Heavy Eye Contact, Submissive Spencer, Desperate Spencer

Word Count: 1.4k+

Spencer’s eyes were languid with desire when he showed up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, desperate for that intimate connection you’d forged weeks ago in a haze of burnt coffee and stale donuts. You never expected that your brush with death in the cold river of Tennessee a year ago would force you to seek out camaraderie amongst others like yourself, or that it would toss someone so painfully vulnerable and beautifully wounded as him onto your path.

His lips met yours without a word, without a breath to explain what his eyes had already told you as he pulled you close, stumbling into your foyer and tugging at the hem of your shirt. He hummed his sense of yearning into your mouth as you instinctively lifted your arms, letting him peel it off you before it fell to the floor, exposing your skin to the harsh wool of his sweater vest. He tasted like coffee and hazelnut creamer, the kind you came to realize they carried on the jet when they were flying home after a long case. It was a flavor you’d grown accustomed to, to love even, over the past few weeks as he offered his mouth and body for you to savor, reminding you of what it felt like to be alive again.

“You usually call before showing up out of the blue like this,” you whispered into his kiss, pulling off his vest in a similar manner before working to undo his tie. “I could have been asleep.” You hungrily nipped at his bottom lip and walked him backward through the hallway toward your living room.

“Oh yeah?” He mumbled, quickly unbuttoning his shirt as you slid his tie out from beneath his collar. “You don’t really seem to mind that much.”

“Cocky tonight, aren’t we?” You grinned, running your fingers through his hair and pulling just tightly enough to make him moan, that sound always triggering the moisture to collect between your thighs. You absolutely relished the fact that you were able to bring out this side of him, that your morbid connection was strong enough to short circuit any statistical-spouting frenzy he may fall into by putting that tongue to better use.

“Mmm hmm,” he nodded into your neck, kissing the delicate flesh beneath your jawline as he unclasped your bra, his fingertips ghosting a trail of gooseflesh across your shoulder blades as they moved down to your lower back. His kisses deepened as he found the belt loops of your jeans, pulling your hips closer to his before clumsily falling backwards onto the couch until you fell into his lap, straddling his thighs. “I just need to feel you.”

His light brown eyes grew dark as they watched your bra fall off your body, his palms gently grazing over your nipples on their way up your chest before getting tangled in your hair. He drew you in for a kiss, starting with tiny pecks along your face, sampling the skin on your cheeks and chin before finally parting your lips with his tongue as if he needed the very air in your lungs to survive, as if he thrived off the taste of your mouth for it to fuel every cell in his body. His fingers pressed into your hairline, massaging your scalp as he held you close, turning his head this way and that just so he could taste you from every possible angle as his other hand found the button of your jeans.

He must have seen something absolutely horrific out there for him to move this fast tonight, to forgo describing the details of how your dopamine receptors factor into the reward system in the brain, but you couldn’t exactly complain. You wouldn’t. Any time you got to spend with Spencer was a gift, a beautiful distraction from the dry, safe monotony you’d built around yourself this past year to keep you from repeating the horrors that led you to death’s doorstep. Getting lost in his quirky presence was something you looked forward to every week, something you ended up craving the very second his hands left your body and his scent faded from your bedsheets.

You stepped out of your pants as he hurriedly slid them off of you, eagerly watching him remove his own to reveal his growing length as it practically pulsed with anticipation of what’s to come. He needed this more than you did.

“You want me to make you forget your day?” You cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as you climbed on top of him, hovering just above his already leaking tip.

“Please,” he begged, his eyes completely black with want as his hands smoothed over the curves of your breasts and the dip in your belly before finally latching onto your hips. You could tell he was fighting back the urge to pull you straight down onto him, to bury whatever it was that he saw tonight into the very depths of your viscera. But instead he decided to thrust up into you just gently enough to brush his head against your soaked center, spreading that drop of precum across the length of your swollen lips; a silent plea for you to take over.

“I can do that,” you smirked, kissing his lips before reaching down between your thighs and grabbing him at the base, your combined moisture dripping down onto your hand.

You held him still as you rocked your hips forward and backward, watching his lips part in ecstasy as you glided your wet folds over the head of his cock. Back and forth you went, gasping each time you guided him over your clit, sending tantalizing waves of bliss up through your spine that trickled down into your muscles. You repeated the greedy motion two, four, six times over before you finally decided that you’d teased him enough to sink down onto him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you slowly took in every inch of him, reinforcing that bond that the both of you were afraid would disintegrate into nothingness if you didn’t repeat the ritual on a regular basis.

Your slick velvety walls stretched around his shaft until you bottomed out, forcing his mouth to go slack with a sharp inhale as his tip finally reached your cervix, filling you up completely. He was so beautiful like this, the pink in his cheeks spreading into his neck and chest as he finally glanced back up at you, those familiar looks of gratitude and admiration mixing together into a sultry picture of submission you never knew you needed. Seeing him like this made you absolutely insane with lust, flooding your bloodstream with all the hormones your body needed to make every tissue and nerve ending more sensitive than they’ve ever been before. There was something about his soft and sensitive demeanor that brought you to enlightened states of rapture you’d only dreamed of before. The least you could do now was pay him back for the favor.

You cupped his face and rested your forehead against his, getting a front row seat to his expression changing each time you rose and fell around him, grinning from ear to ear as his breath hitched and his pulse quickened. You felt his hands move from your hips to your cheeks as you found your rhythm together, squeezing your muscles tighter with each thrust as your heat melted around him over and over again. Each kiss you took from his mouth became more staggered, more choppy as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you down onto him faster and harder than he ever had before, triggering that special spot that he somehow managed to find faster every single time. You broke your kiss completely and threw your head back, surrendering yourself to the electric shockwave of euphoria that burned so beautifully through your skin, forcing your muscles to twitch and spasm in his lap.

Spencer groaned like a man crazed as you convulsed in his arms, whining and whimpering before burying his face between your breasts to muffle the sound he was somehow still ashamed of. It was music to your ears, though; the fact that you could draw out such ungodly sounds from this civil servant, such primal desires from this tortured hero as he kissed your chest and spilled every bit of himself inside you. You wondered if it was enough to keep your collective trauma far in the past where it belonged, or if the danger he faced tonight would only grow with time.

Only one way to find out.

[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.

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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 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. 

[seranextdoor]

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

[dollincalabasas]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈,𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲,𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐲𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧!, 𝐝𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

in the small town of elderwyn further from the big city of piltover, it's dark maybe 12 am—but you don't care the crunching of the leaves under your feet as you grow more alert of your surroundings.

the adrenaline rush, your heart beat, and gasping for oxygen.

she can smell you.

She can smell all of you.

Crunch!

You hear behind you, her dark red eyes staring at you—she's smirking like she can devour you right here right now.

but not yet atleast.

" I was wondering when we'd meet again." she said smirking her accent peeking through.

Your breath hitches as you stand in place in fear, you would run but it feels as though you're glued to the ground.

" cat got your tongue?" she asked quirking up her eyebrow almost like she's trying to seduce you.

she smelled your fear, your sweet sweet fear.

It gave her dopamine knowing you were scared

" I'm not going to bite... Yet" she says smiling her eyes turning back to her natural eye color.

You felt relief

" are you sure?" you said stumbling back cowering in fear.

" I'm more than sure" she spoke walking towards you in her white dress that was slightly Browning at the edges because of the dirt.

You felt exposed—your white clothing feeling like it was now transparent... It was like she could see your naked body.

she sat next to your shaking figure on the ground staring at you.

"You smell sweet... it's almost tempting" Caitlyn says staring at you with a fire like desire.

you stare at her still scared but, you can't help but feel the wetness pooling in your undergarments.

she looks over you staring into your eyes, staring at your lips to be exact.

"Can I?" she asked staring at you for why sort of yes.

You nod desperately.

"Use your words darling" she said her voice sultry and low.

"Yes, you shall" you spoke in almost a hushed but loud tone

She leans in kissing you, the kiss was passionate and gave you chills down your spine.

her cool skin fights against your warm skin as you both fight for dominance—until she pulls away.

She then takes her gown off revealing her lacy white bra for your eyes to prey upon.

Her hands going to the back of it, to which she unclasps it and it slides down her arms revealing her breasts.

you don't even realize you clothes are gone until she props your leg up and slots herself in between them.

" you sure you want to do this?" she asks still hovering over your already desperate cunt.

" I'm sure" you sighed breathlessly in desperation.

She sunk down—your clits kisses at each other as she moved slowly.

it was painstakingly slow but it felt so good.

she sped up, and you let out a cry of pleasure—holding onto her waist staring up at her.

there was no words exchanged just heavy breathing, moaning, and the wet sounds of your slick mixing together.

" do you like that darling?" she said to you staring at you with her piercing blue eyes.

"F-fuck-YES" you yelled out making crows fly away from a nearby tree.

She moved faster, your brain growing foggy and your eyes rolling back as your arms give out on holding her waist.

she keeps going as you experience pure bliss... But unfortunately during your long awaited high

Her eyes reddened again...

devouring you in the process as your little life withered away.

but oh? You thought we were done here...

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐? 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

[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-

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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…”

[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.”

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Chapter Five - Toasting to the Present (Chapter Six will be the final in this series) Previous Chapters One Two Three Four

A/N - Whether it's one like, ask, reblog or comment, or whether it's more - I am so appreciative of the encouragement I get from any of those interactions. This is another long chapter but I really enjoyed thinking up some special moments between Loren and William, and how she reveals a little more about the goings on in her past.

Warnings/Notes - 18+ only, masturbation (m), profanity (as usual), conversations about past sexual experiences, fluff, slight panic attack (sorry if I missed anything) Word count - 8.3k

Within minutes of leaving Loren, William was back in his condo. He stepped out of his boots, shook off his coat and hung it up with his toque on the coat rack by the door.

Scanning the living room, he glanced toward the pillow on the couch that Loren’s head had been pressed against earlier. The blanket he had brought out to warm her up was draped over the opposite arm of the couch where he had tossed it when Loren was stretched out before him.

William’s mind wandered back to those moments where it almost worried him of how desperately he wanted Loren. As much as William was experienced with women, he also was very much in control of himself and his desires. With all the years he’s spent in the hockey realm, he had to be. For many females, being a talented hockey player acted as a potent aphrodisiac.

In less than a week, Loren had infiltrated his every thought. On more than one occasion, he had told himself that this was not the right time for Loren, or anyone else, to enter his life in most capacities (the exception might be for a quick and easy fling). But then William would call or text Loren, and her responses always left him reeling from her warmth and charm - like a rush of dopamine to the brain.

William sank into the couch and looked over at the pillow again and sighed. Grabbing the TV remote, he flipped through channels, and as he glanced at the time, he made a mental note to expect a call from Loren in about 45 minutes.

Now feeling completely restless, William grabbed his phone and scrolled through some socials and a few text messages, but that did little to alleviate the urges that still had a hold over him the minute his mouth touched Loren’s for the first time.

William leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Images of Loren swirled in his head but it was the very second he recollected the taste and feel of her mouth that William knew he needed a release of some kind. His thick designer sweatpants did little to conceal his semi-erect cock as he entered his ensuite bathroom and shut the door.

He propped up the phone against the small wicker basket of hand towels and soaps that his Mom had given him when he first moved in. Having already selected a triple x-rated video, he tapped “play” and pulled out his cock from his shorts.

It wasn’t long before sounds converged and echoed in William’s bathroom between the female moaning in the video and William grunting as he stroked his cock. He gripped the countertop by the sink while he imagined fucking Loren hard up against the bathroom counter. He pretended the moans coming from his phone were Loren’s as she arched her back while he railed her. In his fantasy, Loren would ask him to grab her hair between her gasps and moans as she methodically rubbed her clit. William could imagine how she would feel in that moment so clearly. How their eyes would remain fixed on each other in the mirror as they reached their climax.

As the woman in the video came loud and hard, so did William. He grabbed one of the hand towels just in time, holding it under the tip of his cock as ribbons of semen shot out into the soft fabric.

After he shuddered and slowly pumped his shaft as he came down from his high, he stopped the video that followed automatically and went about cleaning himself up. William, in his mind, jokingly thanked his Mom for leaving the hand towels in an easy-to-reach place.

Still feeling flustered, he sprawled across his bed beside his dogs, wishing that time would pass a little more quickly while he waited for Loren to call. He swiped open his phone and started to scroll through the team’s group chat that had been rather active in the past couple of hours.

With new players joining the team at the trade deadline, plus the March birthdays which had already passed, there were a flurry of posts suggesting a nice dinner get-together the next evening.

There were occasions where William preferred to pass on these social gatherings. Although he enjoyed the get-togethers with the guys and their significant others, sometimes he just wanted to have a quiet night in regardless of whether he was alone or not. However, it dawned on him that this might be a perfect reason to see Loren once again. He just had one of the best nights that he had in quite some time, with a woman that completely captivated him.

William decided he would ask Loren to be his plus one to the team’s event. He absentmindedly stroked the dogs fur trying to pre-plan asking her to come back down the following evening, if she didn’t already have plans, of course. The thought of her being in his place again had William’s pulse racing; he wanted her to stay so badly that night, and his mind grew worried of whether he had done something that scared her off.

William’s impatience eventually got the better of him. He picked up his phone, took a deep breath and called Loren.

When she answered after the second ring, William heard her sweet voice smiling as she greeted him. He felt light and happy as he repositioned himself on his bed, next to his dogs.

Loren and William chatted about the weather and the conditions of the road, and how much further she had to travel. He was relieved that the drive took less time than she had anticipated and she would be pulling into her driveway in mere moments. William felt relieved that his worries about coming on too strong were unfounded, as there was no sign of awkwardness between them.

William and Loren switched to a video call as she arrived at her place, and as promised, he made sure she was safe inside after locking her front door.

“I really appreciate you making sure I got home okay….and thanks for keeping me company for that last little bit of the drive,” Loren smiled.

William had propped his phone up and was lying on his bed alongside one giant mound of fur that were two different colours. Pablo and Banksy were curled around each other with their faces hidden, and seeing them and William on the bed made Loren wish she had stayed. If she had stayed, she may have very well been lying naked beside him, under the covers and still wanting him in every imaginable way. The same way she wanted him on the couch or while they stood kissing passionately in the middle of his living room. The way he made her feel when his mouth was on hers were what fantasies are born from.

But Loren had allowed those bullying voices that lurked in the dark corners of her mind to infect her with worry, fear and the feeling of unworthiness to receive affection from any man, let alone a kind man which William seemed to be. Set aside that she found his attractiveness to be so unnerving, and that he’s one of the NHL’s premier superstar athletes; she loved his company, his humour and how he just seemed “different” from most people she had encountered. Loren liked that part the most; the two just naturally “got” each other and conversations between them were fun and effortless.

“Yeah, no problem….the three of us wanted to make sure you got home ok. Oh, I know that Banksy hopes he gets to see you again soon…he told me before he passed out.”

William couldn’t see it over the screen, but he knew she’d be blushing.

Loren tried to sound smooth as her insides flipped and twisted. “I could take Banksy on a little date…I would absolutely love to do that. And Pablo too, of course…but only if he wanted to; he seems pretty devoted to you.”

“How’s this - you come down and see them again but you and I go out? Some of the guys on the team suggested we all go out for dinner and drinks at this whiskey place tomorrow night to celebrate a few birthdays and other things. Not sure if you have plans or not but…yeah, hoping you can make it.”

Loren had long made up her mind that each time she spoke to William, or even saw him in person, she would need to prepare herself that there may not be another chance beyond that.

Having zero expectations and trying to keep her hopefulness watered down meant that every time William called, messaged, or extended an invitation, it absolutely shocked the shit out of her.

Loren spoke warmly and convincingly calm, despite her nerves rattling inside of her. “I can and I would love to…both with seeing the dogs and you again.”

William grinned as he continued to stroke the mound of fur. “Perfect…maybe if you can come down early, we can hang out some more…go for a walk with the boys before we leave, that kind of thing?”

She managed an unwavering “Sounds amazing” before she felt she might collapse, crumble and disintegrate on her floor from William’s invitation. She even managed to absorb some of the details of the upscale lounge that had been agreed upon by the team instead of focusing on the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind.

After soft and sweet ‘Goodnights’ were exchanged, and the call ended, Loren opened up her message app and typed “SOS” to her friend and co-worker Kathy. It was late but she knew Kathy would be awake, likely in the throes of watching some murder documentary on Netflix.

As expected, Kathy wasted no time calling and Loren explained she needed some help with finding an outfit for a night out, and quickly. Loren’s nicest outfits were overly conservative, corporate-style clothing from her previous job, and were too big anyway after she lost weight with a more physically demanding workplace. Kathy’s daughter, Chelsea, was a certifiable fashionista and had a wide array of clothing options, especially with her affinity for designer labels growing rapidly. Chelsea had often remarked that she would love to get Loren all dressed up to create an online dating profile for her, to which Loren consistently replied with a hard no.

Enlisting Chelsea's help to dress her for a night out with William would excite her to no end, and Loren exhaled a huge sigh of relief when Kathy told her to come by first thing in the morning.

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Kathy was on her way out for her shift when Loren arrived the following day. The two women embraced and exchanged a very succinct and concise Q&A about her time with William. Before turning to walk towards her car, Kathy paused as her expression softened looking at Loren.

“You just remember how far you’ve come in the past few years. You deserve happiness and you deserve to be treated well…. or at the very least, have a gorgeous man re-pop that cherry of yours. I know it’s been awhile…”. With that, Kathy winked, got into her car and drove off.

Loren opened the front door to see Chelsea huddled up in her robe on the couch watching TV.

“Hey Chelse….I brought you something.”

Chelsea’s heavy eyes shot an appreciative look towards Loren as she handed her an espresso followed by a large Caramel Macchiato.

“Just for this, you can borrow my Choo’s if you’d like. I think I have the perfect outfit…whoever ‘he’ is, he’s going to want you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

Loren followed the slow moving 22-year old up the stairs. “Late night?” Loren asked.

“Nah, it’s been fucking bonkers at work…went to bed last night at like 7:30 - slept fucking so hard”.

“I guess you always say work hard, play hard and…”

“Rest harder…” the women said in unison. Chelsea added, “I’m not risking looking fucking haggard; I need my sleep, especially for this weekend.”

As it turned out, Chelsea herself would be pre-planning outfit options for a hot date with her girlfriends the coming Saturday night, with club-hopping until dawn as the main event.

Chelsea went to her highly organized walk-in closet and surveyed the clothing, all neatly categorized. Like a sleuth, she began her no-nonsense questioning of the details of Loren’s upcoming evening. Location. Time. Purpose. What his attire will be. Career types of those attending. Mode of transportation. Weather forecast. Anything and everything one could imagine being asked, and Loren answered to the best of her ability.

“Ok Loren, here’s the deal. It really doesn’t fucking matter whether you wear something from a discount store or whether you wear Prada. You’d look smokin’ in a garbage bag. But you gotta WEAR it…know what I mean? I’m talking about shoulders back, walking like the models had to with a book on their head - get it?”

Loren nodded her head in acknowledgment.

Chelsea continued. “I know I don’t know everything about what happened before you and Mom started working together, and I’m not looking to get into it now. But even Mom talks about how you still kind of carry that shit around with you. The only thing you got down pat these days is the work hard part…it’s about fucking time you let yourself have fun, especially when someone wants to treat you to a bangin’ night out.”

“I’ll do my best Chelse - I’ll try to do you proud.”

“Don’t fucking try. Just do. Do yourself proud. Do fucking Jimmy Choo proud. Do you like the guy?”

“Yes, very much…from what I know of him anyway,” Loren blushed.

Chelsea laughed at Loren, shaking her head while taking a sip from her cup. “Fuck, I tell ya’...you got that sweet and shy girl next door look down perfectly. I just hope you show him that same girl could fuck him until he forgets his name.”

“I don’t know about that. We were so close to that last night but…I - I sort of lost my nerve…I’ve had nothing but awful experiences with the few guys I’ve had sex with.”

Loren put her face in her hands as she continued. “I’m not even sure I even like it. I have never really felt a connection - I mostly just felt used afterwards. But the last one - the ex - he was so aggressive most of the time… it was all pretty demeaning me so I would mostly just close my eyes and wait for it to be over.”

Chelsea’s mouth dropped a little, getting snagged on the last part of Loren’s confession.

“I’m not pressuring you - if it doesn't feel right, then don’t do it. But please don’t fucking punish this guy because of the douchebags that did those things to you before. You’re into him, he’s obviously into you. How did it feel with him last night? Did you want him?” Chelsea pressed.

“So badly, I regretted leaving.” Loren said quietly.

“That’s your answer. You’re ready and you’ve got another shot with the guy. Make it count…you might be surprised. If he knows how to treat you right, you won’t just like it. You’ll crave it.”

“Jesus Chelse - how are you this fucking worldly and wise at 22?”

The women looked at each other and smiled. “Your Mom…I get it now,” Loren nodded her head and chuckled.

Chelsea began to slide hangers along the rack one by one. “Ok, so let’s see…which one is gonna make this guy nut in his shorts the second he sees you.”

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The day’s weather reports all showed that winter was far from over, and heavy snowfall was predicted mid to late afternoon, just in time to make rush hour traffic even more of an issue.

Loren looked at the hourly snowfall forecast and muttered “fucking bullshit” with images in her mind of sitting in the gridlock that is Toronto traffic for hours on end.

William had mentioned for Loren to arrive early to give them an opportunity to relax and talk before getting ready to go out. It had already been established that she would get ready at his place, and she had double and triple checked that she had everything she needed, regardless of whether it would make William nut in his drawers or not.

On the drive down, Loren tried not to think about how unbelievable this whole situation with William was. She desperately tried to keep her mind off of what had transpired in the mere week since they met.

Already.

How he already showed her his favourite spots in his neighbourhood and committed to taking her to each in the future.

How he already asked her to park in the allotment of visitors spots of his building instead of the parking garage down the street.

How he already texted her to make sure she called him when she’s close by to ensure he was awake from his nap.

How her heart and mind was already in constant flux between wanting him - but being afraid of getting bulldozed because this all seemed to good to be true.

While sitting in bumper to bumper traffic approaching the Bloor Street Viaduct, Loren received a message from Kathy.

Text me that you got down there safely. Remember - the past is gone and the future has not happened. Live in the present and try to enjoy every moment. You deserve some fun so have it.

Ever since Loren had met Kathy, she experienced Kathy’s six-sense level of intuition, especially when Loren needed guidance or a gentle, or not so gentle, reminder. Chelsea and Loren often exchanged stories of Kathy’s uncanny ability to sense when someone needs words of encouragement or a verbal kick in the ass, not unlike a person’s own conscience.

Loren could see the dark clouds of the imminent snow storm closing in on the city. Taking the the Bayview/Bloor off ramp, she approached a red light at a busy intersection and quickly typed a note to William that she was close by.

Whether it was panic, excitement, anxiety, total uncertainty, or mixture of all of the above, Loren gripped the steering wheel as her stomach twisted, almost violently, as she approached his condo tower.

William had responded that he’ll come down with the dogs to greet her. Finding a visitor’s spot, she turned the ignition off, and tried to concentrate on simply breathing normally. Stepping out of the vehicle, she reached into the back seat and grabbed a garment bag, a shoe bag and her tote bag, mentally checking off each item as she organized herself.

Turning back around, she saw him. He strolled across the lot with such ease, looking gorgeously disheveled with his toque barely sat atop his head (Loren fixated on it wondering how it even stayed on his head as precariously placed as it was), shoe laces left loose and undone, and sweats baggy enough that she could probably fit inside them along with him.

Pablo and Banksy spotted Loren and they charged ahead towards her, and William grinned watching her kneel down on one knee to greet them, even with her arms full.

“Heeey there boys - how are you?” She allowed them to greet her with their front paws on her extended knee.

“Ok, ok, boys…enough now,” William chuckled, smiling towards Loren as she shifted the bags over her arm and shoulder.

“Can I take one of those? What’chya got in there?”

Loren hesitated as she studied William’s face. “Ummm…. Clothing mostly. I assumed I needed a few extra things since I’m staying with you for the week.”

If she could have, she would have taken a picture of William’s expression of confusion as alarm bells went off in his head.

Loren just giggled, and to her surprise and delight, William pulled her in for an embrace and a discreet kiss before relieving her of the garment bag that hung over her arm. He chuckled and just shook his head as he and Loren chatted while walking back towards the doors.

Back in the condo, William gave Loren the low down of who was attending and tried to remember the names of some of the newer WAGs which he had not gotten to know that well.

They relaxed on the couch with the dogs, while in the background, the Golf Channel played on his TV showing the preliminary rounds for a golf championship in Florida. It piqued Loren’s interest as she scanned the screen looking for players she recognized.

William’s heart swelled as he looked at Loren while she watched TV and gently stroked Pablo’s fur. Pablo seemed to be working at claiming her instead of Banksy for the time being.

“You play? Golf, I mean,” William asked.

Loren looked down at Pablo affectionately as she answered. “I used to, long ago…but just watching golf….this was Sunday afternoons from my childhood with my dad. I’ve sort of gotten back into watching it since I’ve started the second season of Full Swing on Netflix.”

“Shit - I haven’t watched it…I think I watched the first season in one sitting…just spent the whole day on the couch. Pretty lazy, eh.”

“Ummm, no?” Loren laughed. “I cannot begin to even understand the amount of work you have put in throughout your life to get this far. I know you get paid for it but not everyone has that talent, the drive - whatever it is…laser focus, I guess? Lazy is the last word I’d use for you.”

William was trying to manage his thoughts and feelings as best as he could, but each time he looked at Loren, whether she said something thoughtful or made fun of herself (and him), his insides flipped with pure desire for her. He felt like he was sinking but wasn’t sure if he even wanted to be saved.

William stroked the thick stubble on his chin. “So out of all the golf players that they showed in Full Swing, who did you like the most…like who was your favourite?”

Loren laughed and rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s definitely NOT the guy I think you like - I think you said it in an interview that you wanted him to win the Masters - or one of the biggie tournaments last year. We’ll just have to agree to disagree on that guy.”

“Wait - who’s the guy I like?” William paused as he silently rifled through some names in his head. “Ah…ok….I know now. What’s wrong with him?” William’s eyes danced with the thought of a lively debate with Loren about a professional golfer.

“Well, I guess there’s nothing “wrong” with him exactly…he’s obviously a great player and I can see why you like him…he stirs things up, makes things interesting, I guess. It’s just that he seems like a total douchebag. I know I shouldn’t judge but ugh…there’s just something about him.”

Loren paused before she continued, “On second thought, I’m probably just as bad as the people who shit all over you without knowing anything about you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s all part of it…I guess I just don’t take the shit-talkers and what they say too seriously.

“I hate to admit to it, but I had you pegged all wrong too. I think you’re one of the most exciting players to watch, but last week, I actually planned to steer clear of you…I figured you were too big of a star, too much like ‘I’m the guy’ and I didn’t want to prove myself right,” Loren said, glancing at William apologetically.

“I know I can come across like that,” William said gently, “but hopefully I’ve made a better impression.”

William leaned towards Loren, and she met him half way as Pablo shifted and hopped off of her lap. She kissed him as her one hand stroked the coarse hair on his cheek. “Mm - trying not to sound too corny but you’re beyond any of my wildest expectations.”

William nodded and mustered a “you too” as he kissed Loren deeply. He broke from the kiss again and his voice was low, almost like a purr as he spoke. “I just want to make sure I’m not pushing you too far. I got a little worried when you left last night, maybe I had done something.”

Loren’s expression showed a deep regret knowing that William felt that way.

“This might sound a bit strange, I don’t know - but I desperately wanted to stay, or - well, most of me did. Once I started to drive home, I felt I had made a big mistake by taking off. But just so you know, the reason I felt I should leave - I just needed to get my head on straight. I didn’t want to bring a single shadow from things that happened in my past to infect my present, if that makes any sense at all.”

“Was it really bad? I mean, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’d like to try and understand a little more.”

“No, I don’t mind…we haven’t really jumped into the deep end with this kind of thing so if you’re ok with hearing it…,”

“Wait - hold that thought for a sec.” William quickly got up, quickly grabbed a couple of wine glasses from the kitchen and an opened bottle of Pinot Noir and brought it back over to the coffee table. After the wine was poured, William asked if they should toast to something.

Loren cocked her head to the side as she thought for a few seconds. “How about we just toast to the present? Is that too cheesy?”

“Nah, it’s perfect. To the present.” William extended his and their glasses met with a soft “ting”, taking a small sip of wine to solidify the toast.

Loren took a deep breath. It’s not that her story was tremendously unique, but she had definitely been through the ringer, so to speak.

“I guess high-level is that I made a really terrible error in judgement with my ex. He was a con-artist and I fell for it. I didn’t really understand it at the time but part of my nature is to try and help people - whatever they call it…I’m like a fixer. Someone falls on tough times and I just want to swoop in and help make their lives easier.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that - that’s such a good thing to be,” William said supportively.

“It is until that need to help others sort of blinds you to the true reality of the situation,” Loren said, taking a healthy sip of wine. “He was pretty skilled at manipulating people, and I hated the thoughts of disappointing him…anyone for that matter. I suppose I’m still like that. So little by little, he just chipped away at my entire being until I was at the point of just wanting to keep the peace with him. I just couldn’t find my way out of it. And despite my family seeing what was going on, they were caught between trying to be supportive but wanting to stay out of it since I was knee deep in making excuses for him.”

William listened intently as his gut wrenched with the thought of the story getting worse.

Loren continued to explain that down the road, her ex-boyfriend had duped her in such a supreme fashion, convincing her to approach her father to co-sign on a mortgage since he had credit “issues”. He told Loren he had just secured a job with 6-figure salary and she could eventually quit her job to stay home and raise a family. Despite her misgivings, Loren went ahead with the mortgage option which provided a percentage of cash up front, which her ex insisted she take advantage of. It wasn’t long after taking possession of the house that tens of thousands of dollars vanished from her bank account. Two months later, he was long gone, having found another naive woman to swindle. Adding insult to injury, all the credit cards she had cleared off, but hadn’t thought to cancel, were suddenly maxed out. She was now alone with massive bills and a house she couldn’t afford.

Rather than give up the house, keeping it became her main motivation. Loren found secondary employment alongside her full time job. By living as minimally as possible, she began to crawl out from underneath the rubble of her last relationship. She found her second job as a PSW extremely fulfilling, and once it was possible to do so, she left the corporate world and worked as many hours as possible at the group home to keep everything afloat with just the one job.

William silently took stock of his own journey. Yes, he worked hard for what he’s achieved but he grew up in a very protected and privileged family environment, which his parents lovingly created. During his rise to his current level of stardom, he was generally surrounded by the extremely well-to-do and affluent, and he realized he was slightly out of touch with the grim struggles that others faced daily.

It occurred to William that he also felt that inherent need to help others and could see with Loren’s caring and kind personality, how easy it can be to be taken advantage of by others. He himself had moments where it felt like when once he turned pro, all the young, beautiful and wealthy people he knew all seemed to want as much as possible from him every time they went out on the town.

William listened and was caught between being impressed and feeling sorry that she went something like that to begin with. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.

“But at the end of the day, I’ve been so fortunate.  So many things that were so difficult to manage at the time, were all blessings in disguise.  And I'm lucky to have a good support system too.” Loren smiled.

William raised his eyebrows, and teasingly said, “You always this positive?  I'm gonna feel bad if I complain about… well, anything.”

Loren paused mid-sip and mumbled against the rim of the glass “Fuck no…but I do try and see the bright side of most situations - sometimes I can’t see the positives until it’s fully in the rear-view mirror if you know what I mean.”

William nodded his head in agreement “Yeah, like hindsight’s 20/20.  Been there many times.”

“I don’t know…most of the time, life just shocks the shit out of me, so I just try and be a good person, learn from my mistakes and try to appreciate everything that I have.”

Seeing Loren’s wine glass was empty, he poured her another half glass of wine and topped his glass off as well.  “So - what shocks you about it?”

Loren thought for a moment. “Well, I guess I just find it fascinating that one moment in time can completely alter the trajectory of events in someone’s life.  One right or wrong decision, choosing between going left or right or to keep straight.  How in one split second, one chance meeting can change a person’s life for better or for worse. And then the ripple effect of those decisions can sometimes be felt for a lifetime.”  Loren giggled while she pressed the back of her hand on her hot, pink cheek. “I think the wine’s talking now…sorry, I’m rambling,” she said, slightly flustered.

“No - I like it…I like talking about this kind of stuff.  It doesn’t happen often…mostly people just talk to me about hockey, my family, or my dogs.  But I was just thinking about what you said…so yeah, last Friday, if you had been sent to the other rink….,” William trailed off and gently took Loren’s wine glass and set it aside as he leaned forward and brought his mouth inches away from hers, “we wouldn’t have met,” he said as his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss.

William’s mouth remained on Loren’s as he murmured that he had thought about cancelling and they could remain indoors now that the wintry blast was well underway in the city.  His eyes searched her expression for any kind of disappointment with his idea to remain at home.  When he saw her smiling back at him, William reconsidered; he wanted to give her an amazing night out, far away from her day-to-day worries.  He could hardly wait to see her dressed up - he figured she would look killer in Chanel or even in just a brown paper bag.

William looked down at Loren’s delicate fingers and intertwined his with hers.  “On second thought - I’m dying to see what’s in that garment bag, so maybe we can go for a light meal there…if the night seems to be a dud, then we come back here, okay?”

Nodding her head, Loren leaned in and pressed her lips against William’s.  She loved everything about his mouth, and she savored every chance she got to have his lips on hers.  Staying in on a cold, blustery night sounded like heaven - but on the other hand, going out with him for the first time had her reeling with excitement.

William and Loren pulled out all the delectable leftovers from the fridge and lined the kitchen island with the takeout boxes from the night before.   The two stood together sampling rolls and pieces from each box, growing more at ease as they acted on their magnetic attraction to one another.

While William cleaned up from dinner, Loren had quickly showered and tiptoed down the hallway towards her things that were laid out in the guest bedroom.

She went about blow drying and setting her hair before beginning her make-up routine.  Looking at her reflection, Loren continuously reminded herself to control her breathing as her stomach bubbled with nervous excitement.  She steadied her hands and concentrated on every step from apply moisturizer down the line to her foundation.  Loren had always loved the process of putting on make-up.  Loren never considered herself a stunning beauty; all she ever hoped for is to look nice and make-up always gave that boost she needed.  Loren's friends were always baffled by how she couldn't see herself the way they saw her.

She unrolled her layered locks and let the soft curls fall across her shoulders and down her back; one would think she belonged in a hair commercial, even on her worst hair day.

Satisfied with her appearance from the neck up, Loren stood at the side of the bed as she unzipped the garment bag.  She had noticed the bag seemed curiously thick after Chelsea had handed it to her once they had chosen her outfit but quickly dismissed the thought.

It wasn’t until Loren peeled back the outer layer of the bag that she discovered what Chelsea had done, unbeknownst to Loren.

Inside the bag, were all the outfits, included the more risqué ones that Loren had quickly vetoed despite Chelsea’s insistence on how “fucking hot” Loren looked in them.

There was a note attached from Chelsea:

Just in case you want to be more daring ❤️

Loren carefully lifted out each outfit and laid them one by next on the bed.  She glanced at the time and a wave of panic took hold and tied her stomach in knots.  William would be expecting her to resurface reasonably soon, and she would hate to delay anyone, let alone him.

As she looked at the outfits, clothing that was not even her own, she began to think and feel like a total imposter.

What are you even doing here?  You can’t really be serious about going out and meeting his people – there's a million other girls that are better suited to be with him tonight than you.  You don’t even know how to dress for a night out with these people.

Loren tried to still the negative thoughts that bounced around in her mind, but she could feel the stress of her musings manifesting and overwhelming her physically.  She felt the prick of a tear from the corner of her eye and her throat tightened while she frantically tried to get a grip on her emotions.

One thought was correct.  She absolutely had no idea how to dress for a night out, regardless of whether it was with William or any of her friends.  In the rare event that she saw any of her former co-workers or friends from school, it was always a relaxed event in someone’s living room, drinking wine and watching the bad but oh so good reality TV.  Hoodies, sweats and flip-flops was the expected attire.

Glancing at the clock again, Loren inhaled and exhaled deeply and traipsed over to the bedroom door.  She opened it slightly and peered down into the empty hallway, hearing the TV and William speaking lowly in Swedish on the phone.

Pablo and Banksy rounded the corner, having heard the door creak slightly as she opened it.  The doodles were then followed by William and he smiled at Loren as she hid herself slightly behind the door.

William abruptly ended his call.  “My brother,” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

Loren’s face was beginning to blaze, uncertain of what exactly she should say.  “I’m sorry William....could I - um...sort of get your help with something?” Loren’s voice trembled slightly.

She heard how small and meek her voice sounded and was instantly mortified in her mind.

William’s casual demeanor quickly shifted to concern when he sensed that Loren seemed frazzled, despite how gorgeous she looked in her large t-shirt and sweatpants.

Loren hesitated for a moment, trying to minimize how embarrassed she felt about having to pull William in to help her.  “So, I had to borrow some clothes from a friend for tonight.  I really had no idea that she sorta put all the options that I tried on in the bag.  I’ve never been out to a place like this before and as much as I love her for wanting me to be more daring, I...I just....I really have no idea what I’m doing really...I don’t know what the best option is or what is the most appropriate....” Loren rambled, becoming even more flushed with each word.

William watched Loren with a mix of awe and pangs of sadness that she felt so uneasy about herself.  He had really begun to care for her, and he now had the urge to pull her into his bedroom and show her how stunning she is to him all night long.

Instead, he pulled her into his chest and rubbed her back.  He could feel how truly tense she was as she began to melt into him.

As he held her, William perused the garment options and he smiled.  She was going to fucking blow his mind with any of the selections and he was absolutely looking forward to helping her choose one.

William loosened his embrace and had a closer look at the outfits.  "All of these look really nice – so maybe the best thing is to let me see you in each of them, and we can go from there.”

Loren’s head swiveled around to meet William’s gaze.  “Ummm...fuck...really?” she chuckled nervously.  “Do we even have time for this?”

“We got time.  I can get ready in like 5 minutes,” he deadpanned as Loren rolled her eyes in partial amusement and disbelief of how unbothered he seemed.

Loren shook her head as she chuckled.  “I guess I’m gonna have to... I seriously have no idea so at least I can blame you if I end up looking like a clown.”

“Un-fucking-likely but okay...”

William turned on his heel, pulled Loren in for a soft kiss and called for the boys, who had made themselves comfortable on the bed, to follow him out.

As Loren closed the door, she heard William holler something to her.  “Start with that red dress – wanna see that one on you first.”  She heard him chuckle which made her so giddy inside, she felt like screaming with joy.

The red dress looked rather simple on the hanger, resembling more of a stretched-out longer knit turtleneck.  She slipped it over her head and flipped her hair over and back again as it cascaded perfectly down her back.  Chelsea had gone above and beyond with packing some of her most prized clothing and footwear, including her black Christian Louboutin stilettos with their signature red heel.   Loren slipped on the shoes and paced the room ensuring that she could navigate walking in the elegant heels.  The last thing she would need is to look like Bambi walking for the first time.

Satisfied that she wouldn’t fall flat on her face, she opened the door and entered the hallway, the clack of her heels against the hard surface of the floor reverberated off the walls.

She fidgeted nervously, pulling the dress downward as she walked into the living room where William sat with his dogs, naturally scrolling through his phone.

As William glanced at Loren, his eyes widened with pure admiration and frankly, lust.  The corners of his mouth grew into a wide smile as he scanned her from head to toe.

Chuckling, he could only muster a “Wow....holy fuck” as he rubbed his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

Loren looked around the room as she waited for William to say something else.  More amused than impatient, she uttered “Well...is this a yes or is it a no go?”

“Let’s just say I know who everyone there will be looking at when we walk in, and it ain’t gonna be me...” William replied with a light laugh.  “It’ll definitely grab people’s attention.”

Loren shook her head at once and said “Okay, no to the red dress”.

“Why’s that?  It looks...well, yeah...looks really fucking good.”

“I just think I’d like to avoid looking like I’m attention-seeking...that’s not what I’m about.” She searched William’s expression and smiled shyly, “is that ok?   Thank you though for making me feel so much better,” Loren said softly.

“Can you keep it on reserve at least?  Wear it around me here, as much as possible, maybe?”

Loren shook her head bashfully and bit her lip.  “Okay, I can probably do that.”

Loren’s heels clacked back down the hallway as she retreated to the bedroom. She quickly changed and appeared again in front of William in the next outfit.  It was an eggplant-coloured lace bustier paired with a tight black pencil skirt.  She actually worried about busting the seam of the skirt open if she dared to sit down, but as she tested the skirt by sitting in the chair next to William, it held up just fine.

William felt himself get more aroused under the pillow on his lap after seeing Loren in the red dress.

“You can thank you friend for picking out these clothes but if you’re concerned about getting attention, you’d better put this one in the ‘no’ pile too.  But please...feel free to wear this one all day long in front of me too – along with that red dress. A perfect 2 for 2 in my mind,”

As she rose from the chair, Loren saw her reflection in the wall of windows which had the dark evening sky as the backdrop. She had to admit to herself that she felt amazing in the more seductive outfits, especially after William’s reactions to the first two she modeled for him. Especially when she was positive that his eyes were fully fixed on her round ass.

Loren sighed. “Okay, I think I’m going to just cut to the chase...keep the skirt and go for the blouse that I had originally intended to wear, and then I’m good to go.”

She walked over to William, thinking he might stand up, but he remained seated holding the pillow in his lap. She quickly realized the reason for the pillow, and not wanting to bring attention to it, she simply leaned over and kissed him softly and said thank you to William for his help.

Once again, he cast his eyes down her body as she walked away and leaned his head back on the couch. His cock was getting even harder, and he fought with himself to not beg for them to cancel their plans and stay in. The snow swirling around outside added an extra layer of temptation to for him to remain at the condo and he’d keep happy and warm between Loren’s legs.

William quickly checked the team’s group chat hoping that someone had suggested postponing the get together because of the inclement weather, and his shoulder’s sank when there were no messages of the kind.

Reluctantly, he stood up and adjusted his member, sauntering down to his bedroom and closing the door. He quickly shed his clothing, tossing everything onto a chair in the corner and hopped into the shower.

Loren heard William’s shower turn on while she surveyed herself in the mirror. The blouse was a muted black satin wraparound which dipped into a ‘V’, showing just a hint of the roundness of her breasts. As Loren rummaged through the other items Chelsea had packed, she spotted a pair of black thigh-high sheer stockings in one of the bag’s pockets.

She delicately slid into the stockings and positioned the tops just so near the apex of her thighs. There was something about the stockings that just made her feel that much more confident, and with her heels back on, she almost felt she was looking at a totally different woman.

Loren grabbed her phone and sent a quick text message.

Chelse – I cannot thank you enough for everything you’ve done. This is what I’m going with.

Loren quickly takes a photo of her reflection and sends it to Chelsea.

In a matter of minutes, Chelsea responded.

You look so good 😍 Good you found the stockings. You can keep them on if you want for the rounds of hot sex – just wash them before you give them back. Still kind of wish you went for the red dress or the bustier.

Loren laughed and excitedly typed a message back.

He saw them on. He didn’t nut in his shorts but he had a pillow in his lap.

Three dots bounced with Chelsea’s reply.

That’s just as good. Enjoy his 🚀 Love you babe – make it count. I’ll send this to Mom.

Loren responded with the same sentiment as she always did with Chelsea. She grabbed the clutch Chelsea sent along, packed her cards, mints, and other minimal essentials. She dabbed her favorite perfume in places where she hoped William’s mouth would be later and exited the room to wait for her date to get ready.

When William appeared, Loren’s blood pressure quickly spiked, and she thought she might pass out. She couldn’t help but to smile widely at the vision that he was, dressed in a sleek button-down shirt and dark suit pants that strained from his muscular thighs.

Loren didn’t even try to hide how gorgeous she thought he was; all she knew is that she had to look away every so often just to get her bearings before glancing at him again.

Likewise, William’s pulse raced when he saw Loren waiting for him on the couch with the dogs on either side of her. At the moment she looked up at him with her beaming smile and dazzling eyes, William doubted that he had ever seen anyone as ravishing as Loren.

It still felt so surreal to Loren as she and William said goodbye to the dogs and walked the corridor hand in hand toward the elevator. Every now and then, she would catch their reflection in a mirror or a window, and Loren still could not fathom how she, of all people, wound up on a date, let alone a second date, with William Nylander.

William sensed Loren’s nervous excitement and he spoke softly to her, making jokes and light conversation which helped calm her jitters as they made their way to the black sedan that had been arranged for their transportation.

[blissfulip]

Dopamine

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Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut.

Cw: That weird guy being weird

Words: 1.6k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly. (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

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Chapter 2: Walking through water

He slept in for the first time in over a year, and although catching up on all those missed z’s was a welcome feeling, as soon as he woke up and sat at his desk, the uneasiness of not knowing what to do rushed over him.

Walking through water instead of air, the feeling of resistance that accompanied every task Viktor worked on drove him up the wall. It was bad enough that he had no access to any of his equipment, but he was also not allowed to retrieve any of his annotations from the lab to take home, so he was left with a pair of notebooks and some blueprints he had in his briefcase. It wasn't enough. 

Resignation. He was usually capable of extracting even the smallest things from thin air, but the circumstances and the maddening lack of resources had finally gotten the better of him. Before long, he felt the onset of something he hadn’t experienced in years: boredom. The invitation of his brain to play, desperate for stimulation. But Viktor was lost, this wasn’t something typical of him, and he didn’t know how to quench this thirst. 

He rummaged around the few volumes he had on his desk—nothing he hadn’t read at length before. Cleaning was quick and fruitless, it turns out that not spending any time in your own home proved to be the best way to keep it clean and organized. And of course, the fridge was empty, he didn’t remember the last time he ate a meal in that kitchen, let alone made one, but at least this need for sustenance could be turned into an assignment, so off to the market he went. 

It was sunny out. Not scorching, but pleasant enough to make this short walk enjoyable. The bubbling sounds of children running around, two people fighting near the fruit stalls, and vendors trying to talk over each other, the citric scent that turned into earthy basil that turned into peppery spices almost overwhelmingly fast—it was nice, he thought, and he lazily dragged his feet along the market, lingering a bit too long before walking back to the dormitories with what he needed.  

Cooking was surprisingly enjoyable as well, and he tried (unsuccessfully) to find a justifiable reason as to why he didn’t do it more often. Soon enough, the meal was finished, the food eaten and the dishes done, and the gentle feeling of rich accomplishment he had felt so far melted away when he found himself bored stiff.

And when he accepted that this problem had no solution, his mind landed on you, the culprit. He recalled all the previous instances in which you had interfered with his work before, like the time you had burned your eyebrows off with some strange flammable substance and had the progress day presentations postponed, and the time you had used all the magnesium alloys for an (excessively scaled, he thought) ‘experiment’ and left him without any for the pieces he was manufacturing, or the time the first hextech intern he ever hired had a complete meltdown over you rejecting him and had to be transferred. Granted, that last one wasn’t your fault, and Viktor never really held it against you, but it was just another case in point to prove that if something was related to you, it would probably be a problem for him. 

When memoirs are written about exceptional minds in history, there’s always something about all the trials and tribulations they had to endure—the obstacles on their way to greatness. And it’s not like Viktor thought he would ever get something like that written about him, but if he did, if he ever invented something revolutionary enough to warrant something like a memoir, it pained him to think that there would probably need to be a whole chapter about the pesky chemist that constantly tormented him. 

Even when he wasn’t working, you were there, a constant. Your thunderous laugh and the clicking sound you always made when you were in deep thought, your sarcastic remarks and the eternal self-satisfied grin you carried. Viktor found himself thinking about that way too often. 

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The notification on your door to be present at the conference hall the next morning ruined your mood. You had been having quite the day off and were already making plans to get back to reading all the poetry books you had bought at the fair last summer, so the sudden promise of work had you deflating like a balloon. 

You noticed that the hall was packed, and that it probably wasnt equipped to host the entire roster of researchers the Academy had. You tried to distract yourself from the claustrophobic feeling brewing in your stomach by chatting with Moira about the crazy date she'd had the night before. Unfortunately, you were not going to get to the best part, since Heimerdinger came up and tapped the microphone lightly before she could talk about the guy's bad table manners.

"Attention, please, everybody! There, quiet down, please. Yes, thank you.” He started. “I’m sure you might all be wondering why I have gathered you here, and I am happy to announce I have great news to give you!”

Murmurs could be heard from various places along the hall.

“As you all know, the Academy had to make the difficult decision to close the laboratories temporarily due to the recent explosion at the manufacturing facilities. We know how distressed and impatient you must be to go back to your work and how frustrating the prospect of an entire month of idleness feels to brilliant people like you all,” he paused, seemingly for effect. “Thus, the Academy has decided to organize a seminar with some of our brightest minds at each of our research divisions, which will take place at the conclusion of this month-long absence of activity.” 

The quiet muttering gradually became a cacophony of confused exclamations and flat-out grunts of annoyance, but after people started to quiet down again, he continued.

“Everyone will be required to attend, but only one person per department is to be voted internally, both to be involved as an organizer and as a speaker. I shall leave you to it now, and expect a list of the chosen people at my desk by the end of the day, as well as one update at the end of each week leading to the date of the event. Good luck, my dears!” 

With that, he jumped off the platform he had been standing on to reach the microphone and left the room, ignoring any and all clamors of bewilderment. After some minutes of complaining, though, the people from each department begrudgingly got together to get the voting over with. Some of them chose randomly, others put it up to an actual vote and chose the person everyone thought was a better speaker, and others had volunteers. To your dismay, you were chosen to speak on behalf of the chemistry department. And, not surprisingly, Viktor volunteered on his end. 

No more than 30 minutes later, everyone else had left, except for the chosen people. A man from Biology you weren’t familiar with, Lara from Arts and Performance, a lovely older lady from History and Anthropology, Corso from Language and Literature, that weird guy from Poli-sci, Viktor, and you

The morale was not up the walls, even though you were all happy to have something to do, having to organize an entire workshop conference as well as the presentation each one of you had to give felt like more work than you would normally do at your respective labs. Not to mention, you knew this was nothing more than a copout for the academy, throwing this at you so that you didn’t get any free time without them having to get involved in any organizing themselves. 

Regardless, after a short talk, you decided to split into three groups. One would be in charge of the scheduling and agenda; the second would take care of the venues; and the last would take care of advertising, leaving Lara to design and print the flyers and posters. 

“Let’s team up, sweetheart, I know this amazing place downtown where we can organize everything.” You came to learn that his name was Asher, and you thought that name was not fit for how much of a sleaze he was.  

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m banned from that part of the city. I caused a three-way collision between 2 horses and an electric bike; there were no casualties, but I can’t be within a 3-mile radius of there.” You said with a deadpan expression. 

“What? Seriously?” He asked. Everyone else was either completely confused or mildly horrified, but Viktor knew you well enough to let out a small huff. 

“Of course not.” You chuckled and then picked up one of the folded-up pieces of paper Lara had been writing on for everyone to draw a name from. 

It was your turn to be horrified when you unfolded the paper and read Viktor’s name on it. After the initial shock wore off, however, you could’ve sworn you felt something akin to relief. Perhaps it was due to being saved from having to go with Asher, or maybe it was because Viktor was the only person there that you knew, even if you didn’t get along. 

But as it usually happens, any positive sentiment you ever harbored towards him came to a halt as swiftly as it came, when you heard him grunt in displeasure. You weren’t in the mood to throw any jibes at him in front of everyone, so you simply rolled your eyes. 

“1:00 p.m. tomorrow at the café near the night market. Bring a notebook, I left all of mine at the lab.” You said not bothering to look up at him as you gathered your things to leave the hall. 

You interpreted his silence as agreement.