⤷ ゛you can call me santhe or mums or whatever other nickname. 19. she/her. november scorpio. mixed metals. italian. nature. very very woke. portafortuna. bookworm. recovering catholic. pink. deer girl. dean girl. symbolism. floral scents. jackles. pinterest. cherry pepsi. gerran howell. lace. regional gothic. chronically online. fashion. unicorns. writer & artist
MDNI — along with w*ncesties and bigots, please don't steal my work.
╋━ what's on mums tv.ᐟ.ᐟ
🗡 supernatural. bones and all. the walking dead. carrie. the pitt. howls moving castle. hannibal nbc. buffy. the last unicorn. silence of the lambs. iwtv. sucker punch. glee. superman. smallville. my bloody valentine. normal people. challengers. big sky. 9-1-1. countdown. yellowjackets.
requests — open
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╋━ on repeat .ᐟ.ᐟ
only skin — joanna newsom.
tongue — ethel cain.
i'm your man — leonard cohen.
you (ha ha) — charli xcx ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!
california dreamin' — the mamas & the papas.
daredevil — fiona apple
you ought to know — alanis morissette
sacrilege — yeah yeah yeahs
dazed and confused — led zeppelin
John Shen thot: he likes to fuck you real hard and good before y'all go to work and likes to see you try to walk and act normal throughout your shift
also imagine him making you wear a plug n shit so his cum don't drip out. or vibrating panties and he just keeps messing with you... mocking you pulling you aside to tease and kiss you mmmm
day at the park with all the friends and jordan accidentally throws the football too hard at reader and breaks her fingerrr
luv luv luv papa jordan wish more people wrote for him
this kind of has me giggling... like jordan throwing a ball so hard it breaks r finger n he has to take her to the ER that just so happens to be the pitt
still thinking about crashtos with annoying trinity who just HAS to pervert everything. trinity complaining that her neck hurts and victoria going "aww, want me to kiss it better?" to which trinity replies with "my pussy hurts too..."
꒰ you help your older boyfriend de-stress after a long day at work. ꒱ 𖧁୧ no plot smut, squirting, age gap, use of ‘kid,’ established relationship between reader & mark ( 18+ )
─── ( mark meachum x fem!reader ⋮ wc: 1.5k )
Mark is exhausted. His head throbs, and he’s got that strange hollow feeling behind his eyes that only makes the thudding pain worse. He’s had a rough day at the office; he’s drained and pent-up with frustration over his ever-increasing headaches and lack of headway with his case.
“Baby, you know I’m gonna have to fold you in half if you keep looking at me like that,” Mark mutters, his voice gruff as he watches you from across the room. Purple bags hang heavy below his eyes, and his shoulders sag—a testament to his exhaustion.
Shifting your weight on your feet, you watch him melt into the couch, your heart sinking at how unengaged and tired he seems. His wrinkles look deeper today; he looks older, and you can feel the difference in your energies. You almost want to tease him for being the perfect caricature of an old man, but you don’t. Not today.
“Do it… if it’ll make you feel better,” you say instead, your voice soft and saccharine like fresh honey.
He raises his brow in interest, and a sigh escapes him. “Yeah, actually? C’mere then, pretty girl,” he murmurs, and then pats his thigh, silently commanding you over.
You oblige and make your way over, plopping down against him on the couch cushion, pressing into his side. He cups your cheek, guiding your face to his, and smiles wearily.
“You always know how to make your old man happy, huh?” he asks rhetorically before meeting your mouth with his. Mark hums into the kiss; it’s slow and languid but charged with an underbelly burning full of need and desire.
He nips at your bottom lip, his hand still cupping your jaw. He’s not letting you go—you can tell how pent-up he is, how much he needs you.
The kiss slowly turns into something more heated—lips parting, tongues darting out, meeting.
Mark loops his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against him. Your fingers busy themselves undoing his belt buckle, your hand meeting his bulge once you unzip his fly, rubbing along the semi trapped in his boxers.
A chorus of groans tumble out of Mark’s mouth as his cock grows hotter between his thighs, growing into a firm pulsing erection. He doesn’t take long to harden, not when you’re kissing and sucking on his tongue like the young little thing you are—always so eager to please.
You finally pull him out, and he’s already leaking from his ruddy head, keen and warm in your hand. You spit on your palm before wrapping it around him, tugging down on his cock.
“Shit,” Mark bites back a moan. “That’s it.”
You pump him slowly, letting your lips kiss at the leathery skin of his neck, tasting the subtle saltiness of his sweat, lingering from his long day at the precinct. You stroke up to his swollen cockhead, squeezing gently at the nerves, the feeling sending sparks rushing down his length and straight to his lower stomach.
“Fuck, kid,” he gasps out, bucking his hips up into your hand. “You’re barely touching me, and I’m ready to cum. Jesus Christ.”
You press your lips into his jaw and hum, “Mmm, yeah?”
Mark’s face scrunches in pleasure, and he groans, his hand desperately undoing the button on your pants. Artlessly, he slips his hand into your underwear, his skin warm against your mound, and finds your clit with his fingertips. You feel your nerves perk up at his touch.
“Always so soft, baby,” he moans, rubbing your pussy. “My pretty pussy.”
Your hips roll forwards against his practiced motions, working in unison for that sweet friction that makes your cunt drool. Your hand doesn’t falter in its strokes on his cock, still tugging back his skin as little beads of pre dribble out of his piss slit.
Your joint moans and heavy breaths escape into the air harmoniously, filling the otherwise silent space with noises that are nothing short of filthy.
Mark feels your muscles twitch between your legs, and his own stomach muscles tighten in delight. “You ‘bouta cum, pretty baby?”
You nod, still letting your hand move up and down his member. “Y–yeah… can I?” you breathe out.
“Mmm, shit. You’re such a good girl when you ask like that. Yeah, go on. Cum for me, baby.”
You let go as soon as the words leave his mouth, your thighs spasming and your core clenching. Mark feels his fingers moisten at the flood of your arousal leaking into your underwear.
“Ah– fuck, good girl,” he gasps out, his throbbing cock twitching in your grip, ready to explode. “Gonna nut, baby. You gotta let– let go. Need to fuck that pretty pussy.”
You pant, coming down from your high, and gently drop his cock to his stomach. His precum smears just under his belly button, glistening in the dim lighting. It looks so sweet, you could just about lick it off, but Mark’s already pushing down his jeans and boxers, eagerly baring himself for you.
You follow suit, tugging off your own pants and underwear, letting them fall into a pile on the floor with Mark’s jeans.
His hands pull you onto his lap, his fingers rubbing along your slick slit again. His eyes meet yours, his pupils dilated and hazy. “You ready? Gonna take me, hm?” he asks.
You nod routinely, your voice pleading and sweet. “Please, Mark.”
He swipes the swollen head of his cock along your folds, collecting your arousal on his tip, letting it mix with his pre.
“Atta girl,” he praises and brings himself to your entrance. “Down you go. Nice ‘n slow for me, kid.”
You follow his command and sink down, your walls fluttering around him in an attempt to accommodate the stretch of his solid cock. The pair of you groan in sync at the feeling.
“Shit, you’re so warm. You’re always so warm,” he mutters breathily, his darkened eyes drinking in your expression. You nod again with your contorted face betraying every spark of pleasure you’re feeling. Mark watches you—his sweet little thing, all pretty and gooey for him. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
His delicate praises seep into your brain, forcing a warm fuzzy feeling to bloom in your chest. Your hips rock back and forth on their own, working up a steady pace on his lap, while his hands rest on your hips, squeezing gently as he guides your movements over his cock. “Oh, yeah. That’s– fuck, just like that. Good girl.”
Your slow grinds quickly turn into hurried bounces in only a matter of minutes. Impatient and needy, the pair of you. You work together in a flurry of intrinsic movements, like your bodies were made to be together. The pleasure builds between you; Mark’s balls tighten preemptively as he thumbs your engorged clit, working you up into a whiny mess on his lap. Shlick sounds erupt from your cunt as you bounce, joining your moans in filling the room with vulgar noises; your arousal drenches your inner thighs and Mark’s pelvis—the sight is fucking filthy.
The band in your core tightens and tightens and tightens, and you watch Mark’s eyes squeeze shut. The look on his face sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.
You’re shocked as the clear liquid escapes you. You look down, gasping and whining as you finish on his lap, your squirt spilling down through his thighs and soaking the couch cushions beneath him. Your cunt clamps tightly around Mark’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth.
And that does it for him; he spills into you with a deep guttural groan, stuffing you full as you flail around on his sticky lap in a mess, still dribbling out finish from between your folds.
His lap is completely soaked by the time you finally settle down and cease your movements. You feel him beginning to soften inside your gummy walls, still plugging his cum from leaking out, but he says nothing, his panting taking precedence over words.
With trembling legs, your eyes meet his. He looks at you in a haze, a goofy smile stretching across his lips, and he blinks slowly, studying you. His hand rises to rest on your cheek, cupping it gently, before he speaks in a low tone, checking in on you, “My good girl. You okay?”
You nod. “Yeah– yeah, that felt…” you trail off.
Mark nods in understanding. “Looks like it felt good,” he muses and pats your cheek, glancing down at the mess you made.
Your face heats up at his words, but you smile. “Shut up. Couldn’t help it. It just happened.”
“Mhm, it did. I just made it happen,” Mark chuckles fondly, still catching his breath. His drops his hand from your cheek and leans back into the couch with a deep content sigh of exhaustion, his hands now resting on your hips again.
The way he reverts back into his state of prior fatigue makes you huff in amusement. “You’re such an old man.”
Mark scoffs, his face twisting into an expression of amusement. Returning your teasing, he mutters, “Yeah? Your favourite old man… who you should be grateful for right now, sweetheart. ‘Cause no boy your age could get you to squirt like that. I know that much, kiddo.”
He smirks at you and tilts his head arrogantly, and you sigh… because you know he’s right.
fig yaps: feels like i haven’t written word porn in ages so forgive me if this was a lil rusty omg anyways first mark fic yaaaay he’s so daddy i’m going to explode <3
need her to force my head between her thighs and make me lick at her puffy pussy till my tongue is sore. make me bury my tongue deep in her, pinch my nose shut as she holds me there. my head going all fuzzy from losing air, the feeling adding to the growing dampness between my legs. looking up at her with tears running down my cheeks and that makes her tighten her hold.
her finally letting up as i gasp for air, my face a mess of her juices and my drool. her smacking the side of my face, light but firm. grabbing my face with a hand, smushing my cheeks together to form a little pout as she scolds me for blubbering, drooling, making a mess of her couch. messy girl. im whimpering out my sorries and apologies, voice ragged, begging her to please forgive me and please touch me too, ive been waiting so long..
her wordlessly nudging her leg towards me. my face goes hot with shame at the implication, but she knows how low i can go just to get off. doesnt take much more convincing before im grinding on her heel, watching her rub herself to the frustrated tears building in my eyes from not getting the right angles. how i desperately move my hips, letting out a long moan when i finally feel my clit catch on her heel, sending shockwaves through my body as i try so very hard to maintain that position — needy for release. her “accidentally” moving her leg, making me cry out when i lose the stimulation again.
she’ll let me try again, and again, and again, only to help me stand so she can pull my panties back up. sitting me in her lap and wiping my tears away as more n more keep streaming down my face from almost getting what i wanted. keeping me nestled in her arms with a finger in my mouth till i fall asleep just like that, used and denied <3
was wondering why my notifs where silent and realized my first jordan huxhold blurb never posted and that not only that but it was apparently never saved to my drafts 😍
Today, Dean comes home from a supply run with a couple of cheap photo frames, realizing that he no longer needs to keep important memories discrete or folded conveniently for quick travel. He decorates his rooms with photographed memories and ignores when Sam calls him a "sap".
