#i think if he wanted he could top from the bottom

[i-like-loserz]

my sleepy boyfriend

synopsis: mingi is kind of obsessed with you. even (especially) when he's sleepy...

pairing: needy!mingi x reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), needy boyfriend!mingi, less subby -- more desperate, consensual somnophilia, man-handling, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, mating press!, breeding kink (as always), size kink (its mingi hello), creampie, not proof-read, i think it's cute!

word count: 1.6k

note: please read the warnings! if you don't like them, just don't read it lol

part I | masterlist

Mingi is adorably pathetic. 

He’s a perverted loverboy — ready to whine and beg for your touch at any moment. 

And he’s well aware that you’d never deny him. 

But how could you when he looks at you with his slick, bitten lips, fluffy hair, and an aching boner pressing desperately against his sweats?

It's even more delicious when he's tired, exhausted to the bone. Because even unconscious, his body is hungry for you. 

Without his apprehensive habits holding him back, Mingi is eager to take anything you can give him. Several nights you've woken to him getting off against your body, grinding himself against your thigh.

He makes such a mess against your pajamas and even after cumming several times, he’s begging to finish inside of you. 

In the beginning, he’d whisper frantic apologies, immediately retrieving a towel to clean you up with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. 

But then he became more depraved. 

Waking up from a wet dream soon leads to him using your body to satiate the desperate need that’s been building inside of him all night. 

How could he resist you, though? Especially when you’ve expressed how much you like to wake up to him inside of you. 

Still, he feels like a pervert when he stares down at your helpless form as you sleep soundly next to him. That doesn’t stop him, of course.

He bites his bottom lip to keep himself quiet as his hands run down your body, making sure to feel every inch of your clothed skin. 

It’s a warmer night so you’re wearing a cute floral tank top that sticks perfectly to the shape of your body. The material is so thin that he can barely make out the pretty shape of your nipples. Mingi is sure that he’s never wanted to lick over your body more than now. 

His light touch lazily glides along the length of your chest before dipping into the loose elastic of your tank top. A deep, breathy groan rumbles in his chest as his hand splays over your bare tit, loving how perfectly it fits in his grasp. 

He gently squeezes at your flesh, massaging with an eager touch before moving downwards to lovingly rub circles around your rapidly hardening nub. He takes his time teasing and flicking your sensitive skin, enjoying the way you sigh prettily under him, unknowingly enjoying his attention.

He leans over you, admiring the perfect contours of your face. Every time he looks at you, he’s reminded of how obsessed he is with every one of your features.

Your beautiful eyes, your cute nose, your delicate lips, the whole shape of your face – features he wants to see reflected in his children. 

Mingi dips in closer, taking in the sweet scent of your soft skin before gently burying his face against your neck. He presses a few wet kisses against your heated skin before releasing his hold on you. He wants more.

You opted to sleep in some lace-trimmed cotton panties, sporting an innocent bow right in the middle. Your thighs are deliciously bare and it’s been tempting him terribly all night.

His large hand traces the edge of the waistband before moving to press delicately against your covered clit. His dark eyes dart to your face as you inhale sharply, your body shivering at the light caress. 

Mingi eagerly drinks in the way your brows cinch together from the sudden bout of pleasure. He relishes making you feel as needy for his touch as he is for yours. Even if it’s but a fraction of his desperation. 

He can barely hold himself back from diving in, but he wants to feel your pretty eyes on him. 

He needs you to touch him back. 

“Baby…” His hand drags slowly over your core to the side of your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. He holds you there, pressing his hips against yours to make you feel how desperately hard he is for you. “Wake up.”

He nudges your cheek gently with the tip of his nose. 

Your eyes flutter open at his sweet, pleading tone, arms automatically moving up to wrap over his neck. You blink away your sleep to see your blushing boyfriend over you, eagerly waiting for you to say something. 

“Mingi...” You sigh, pulling him closer to nuzzle against the warmth of his neck. He smells so good. Cozy and masculine. You just want to bury yourself against him and stay there forever.  

You let out a breathy moan as Mingi presses down harder against you -- suddenly feeling bold by the soft way you said his name.

You gently run your nails down the back of his head, pulling a sweet shudder from his pouty lips. You can feel him throbbing under his boxers

“Been so patient for me, haven't you?" You coo, dotting soft kisses all over his neck and jaw.

"Didn't wanna wake you..." He mumbles, "But it hurts." He flexes his hips to rub himself against you, already panting from the feeling of your warm body against him.

"My poor baby." You grind up against him, meeting his every thrust, already drenching your underwear from how badly you want him inside of you. "Don't worry I'll help you."

"Mmph...Can I just--" He pulls away for a moment and shoves a hand between your bodies, pushing your tank top over your tits before moving downwards, a starved look on his face as he stares down at the translucent fabric sticking against your pussy.

Mingi pulls away for a moment to reposition you, large hands pushing your legs until the top of your thighs press against your heaving chest.

A mating press. It's one of his favorite positions.

You're tighter, closer, and louder like this.

Without hesitation, he shoves your underwear to the side, revealing your dripping center. Even in the dark, he can see the glistening wetness spilling out of your entrance.

"Ming--!" You gasp at his forwardness.

"S-so...p-pretty." He uses one large hand to hold your legs as he quickly pulls himself out of his boxers, already desperately stroking himself at the sight under him.

Your hands fist against your pillow as he slides his cock over your wet entrance, pressing ever so slightly against your dripping hole. He groans when he feels you flutter against him, so ready to be filled by his cock.

"F-fuck, I don't think I can hold back--"

Your legs rest weakly over his shoulders as he presses close to you, thighs shaking as they're pressed between your hot torsos. His head is bowed down to watch himself press into you, not stopping until he's balls deep inside of you. 

You can tell by the way his body trembles that he's trying his hardest to be gentle -- but once he feels the tight heat of your pussy wrapped around him, he's lost to the heady pleasure that spreads throughout his body.

You flutter around him uncontrollably, eyes rolled to the back of your head at the intensity of being stretched so deliciously, so quickly. It's a familiar feeling that never ceases to have you seeing stars, no matter how often he fucks you.

“Uh-!” A sharp cry is forced out of your throat as his hips shakily pull away from you before immediately snapping back, shoving his cock impossibly deep inside of you.

It sets off a spark in your core as he continues to expertly fuck right against your g-spot, overwhelming your senses with blinding ecstasy.

"M'sorry," He pants against your ear, "I c-can't help it."

He starts to thrust shallowly, desperate, pressing himself flush against you with every fevered move, as if he can’t stand being even a centimeter away from you.

You can feel your wetness make a mess in between your bodies, painting over the back of your thighs and dripping onto the sheets.

"N-Needed this --" He chokes out, "Needed you."

"Use me." His cock throbs inside of you, heightening the way he prods against the deepest part of you. "Fuck your cum inside of me, Ming." His thrusts grow harsher, sloppier as his hands pin your body against the mattress, forcing you to take every inch of him.

"Y-yes, fuck-!"

His eyes are squeezed shut as he uses you to fuck himself dry. You reach your orgasm at the same time, clenching tightly around him with a whine as he trembles against you, spilling his hot cum inside of you until you're filled to the brim. 

You’re both panting, skin hot and sticky as you separate. The ecstasy fizzles out and is replaced by a drowsy haze. As you start to come back to reality, you feel the soreness blooming in your legs. You groan under Mingi, weakly pushing against him to get some relief. 

Waking up himself, he instantly releases his hold on you, worried eyes scanning over your face and body.

“You okay? Did I go too hard?” You stretch out your limbs with a soft groan and smile weakly up at him. 

"I'm amazing, baby." Your thighs rub together, feeling the tackiness from your combined slick, "A bit sticky though..."

His hair is a mess, sticking up in different directions, his body is all flushed and his lap is…a hot mess. You can’t help but stare up at him with adoration, enamored by how perfectly messy your boyfriend looks after fucking you into the bed. 

“You’re so cute, Mingi.”

“Huh?” He tilts his head like a confused little puppy.

You shake your head, refusing to elaborate.

Instead you lean back against the headboard and make grabby hands up at him, “Come here, baby, let’s cuddle.”

“...But we’re all sticky.”

“Mingi.”

“Ok.”

[dear-aubade]

Kisses After Midnight

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader Smut

Summary: Joel gets back from a long patrol in the middle of the night. It’s clear that his baby missed him very much.

Notes: smut, sub!reader, soft!dom!joel, praise, dirty talk, unprotected piv, Joel calls reader every pet name in the book, teasing, slight orgasm denial, dd/lg vibes sorta (but no use of ‘daddy’), let’s play a game called how many times can the author use the word ‘sweet’ in one fic

For it being the end of the world, you and Joel had a pretty good life. He’d been in Jackson for about eight months—eight months in which he gave his heart to the sweetest little thing to ever walk the earth.

Your very existence seemed to be a mockery of the times you lived in. You were soft and sweet, edges not yet roughed. He didn’t know how you’d gone so long staying as doe-eyed as you did—hell, he didn’t know how you ended up with him. He felt far too…jaded. Far too rough to be with someone so beautiful and untainted.

And yet, you were drawn to him. He still remembered the first day you knocked on his door, asking in your honey-sweet voice, I told Maria I’d give you a tour of the town. Is that alright, Mr. Miller? Oh, he’d just about died then.

Things only took off from there. Something would break in your house, and he’d be called over to fix it. Then you would bring him some bread you baked as a thank you, and then he’d say, Well this is too nice, darlin.’ Why don’t you let me return the favor by putting some shelves up in your living room? He’d seen the piles of books at your bedside—your love of reading deserved to be displayed.

Somewhere along the way, you and Joel just…fit. Something clicked, and soon he was moving into your pretty little house, placing kisses to your pretty little lips, waking up pressed against pretty little you.

Yes, for the end of the world, you and Joel were doing quite nicely.

Except on long patrol days, that is. Oh, Joel knew how much you hated it. Now that you’d gotten used to sleeping in Joel’s arms you didn’t want to give it up, not even for a single night.

But Joel had a part to play in the community—he couldn’t stop working, no matter how much he wished he could spend all his time with you. He’d press kisses to your quivering bottom lip, murmuring reassurances that he would be back the very next night.

Which brought him to now. He’d spent a day and a half out in the cold with Tommy scanning for Clickers, thinking about his princess the entire time ice and wind battered his face. Finally, after a day and a half without seeing you, he was shaking the snow off his jacket and stepping inside your shared home.

Joel was quiet as he took off his shoes and shed his outer layers before heading upstairs. Once inside your room he stripped down to his cotton t-shirt and boxers, then slid under the covers beside you. He wrapped his large arm around your body, pulling you into him and was delighted to find you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He nuzzled the top of your head with his nose, then placed a kiss in your hair. “Hey there, sleepyhead.”

You let out a soft yawn, still groggy and half-asleep. “Hm?”

He chuckled lightly and kissed your cheek. “Wake up, pretty baby.” Normally Joel would never wake you up in the middle of the night, but you had explicitly asked him to do so every time he got back from a long patrol. He still remembered your teary eyes the morning after the one time he’d tried to let you sleep and just greet you in the morning. He’d never tried again after that.

Now you began to really stir, blinking your eyes as you looked up at him with a soft, sleepy pout that he wanted to kiss. However, it melted away when your eyes grew a little more alert. “Joel?”

He brushed the hair from your face. “Mhmm. I’m home,” he whispered before kissing you soundly on the mouth. He pulled away just slightly, eyes dancing over your face. “I missed my gorgeous girl’s eyes…and those lips, especially.”

You leaned up to plant another firm kiss to his mouth before holding to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, letting out a soft breath of something almost like relief.

He kept you pressed to the warmth of his body, “Was my little girl lonely ‘round here?” he murmured, rubbing your back gently.

You nodded into his neck. “Missed you.”

He chuckled, kissing your neck, holding you close. “I’m right here now.” His sweet thing. His nose brushed along your jaw and neck, taking in your scent. “Let me ease that pretty little mind a bit, hm?”

Your breath hitched and you nodded, eyes getting a little more glossy…

“C’mere, babygirl…” he whispered, cradling the back of your head to pull your lips to his. Joel’s hands roamed over the curves of your body, mapping out each and every familiar piece of you, his palms warm and strong against your skin. He nibbled at your bottom lip until you parted your mouth in a gasp to allow his tongue to slip inside.

Joel soon broke the kiss, panting softly before he started trailing his lips down your throat and collarbone, nibbling and sucking as he went. “Missed that pretty little voice,” he murmured in that low voice of his. “Can you use it again for me sweetheart?” Joel knew how you got when he spoke to you like this. He knew you would be putty beneath him in no time.

You nodded, letting out a strained, “Mhmm.”

Joel pressed your back to the mattress so you were looking up at him. “Use your words, babygirl,” he reminded, dipping to kiss up your throat again. “Or do I need to make you?” His teeth caught on the sensitive skin below your jaw.

You gasped. “I-I can use ‘em.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling away to look at your face, studying your expression. His fingertips brushed the edge of your neckline. “Can I take all this off, baby?”

You nodded, eyes big and wide. “Yes Joel, please.”

He let out a short, breathy chuckle. “So polite.” With that he got to work, pulling the shirt over your head with one swift tug, leaving you bare beneath him. He looked you over greedily, tracing his hands over your sides, squeezing your thighs, making you squirm. “Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned, eyes falling over your body. “Look at my sweet baby.”

You let out a soft whine of impatience, but Joel cut you off. “Ah—you gonna be a good girl?” He knew you would be. You always were. He just liked hearing it from your strawberry lips.

You nodded, eyes doe-like. “Yes, promise!”

He smiled. “Always listen so well for me.” He sat up a little to remove his own shirt and throw it to the floor, but swiftly leaned back down to kiss you deeply. You tasted like honey on his tongue and his hands slipped along your sides to rest on your hips, locking you in place.

You uselessly tried to buck against his strong hold, trying to press the apex of your thighs closer to his, but he was having none of it. He chuckled. “Needy girl…always gotta have me ‘s close as possible, hm? So greedy, baby.” His sentence was punctuated by a nip to your neck.

“Jus’ missed you.”

“I know darlin’, I know.” Such a soft, sweet voice you had. He met your big, glassy eyes as his fingertips dragged along your neck….your collarbone…until he grasped one of your breasts with his large hand.

He silenced your gasp with his kisses. His sweet girl—so sensitive, you were. You whimpered into his mouth as he brushed his thumb over the peak of your breast.

How had he been apart from you so long?

You were aching. Joel always likes taking his time with you, you knew that, but sometimes all you wanted him to do was pin you down and ravish you instead of playing you like his favorite instrument, stringing his fingers along each little spot that would make you sing….

Joel’s warm mouth closed around your breast and you let out another soft whimper as he flicked his tongue over the peak. Your hands were in his hair, threading through the salt-and-pepper curls while his tongue and teeth were at work.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Joel,” you whined, voice quivering.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’m gonna give you what you need.” His fingertips dragged down the center of your tummy, drifting farther and farther below…

“Oh,” Joel cooed, and you moaned softly as his fingers dipped into your wetness. “You’re so ready for me, sweetheart.”

You felt like you could cry from the need, the white hot flames that needed to be fanned and then extinguished. “Joel—”

“I’ll take care of you, darlin’. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

His thumb found purchase on your bundle of nerves and you keened, arching your back, trying to get closer closer closer while he stoked the fire between your legs. He held you the whole time, murmuring how beautiful you were, how pretty your little voice was, how good you were being for him.

You could feel yourself slowly unraveling; the thread of your very being was fraying, coming apart as you climbed higher, higher—

He removed his hand.

Oh, you whined at that, your climax being ripped away so cruelly and carelessly. “No, no, Joel I—”

“Shh, shh baby.” He quieted your protests with a kiss. “I just had to get you ready for me—want you to finish around my cock.”

His bluntness made you squirm, and you’d been so lost in your pleasure that you hadn’t realized you could feel his hardness against your hip, thick and heavy.

Joel shucked down his boxers and tossed them to the side while you lay there waiting, aching for that fullness you knew so well—

You squealed as he tapped the wet tip of his length against the bud atop your slit.

He chuckled and silenced your high-pitched noises with gentle shushing. “I gotcha, honey,” he murmured.

Then he slid inside.

Joel let out a soft groan next to your ear as he fully sheathed himself within your wetness. “So tight for me baby—“ He cut off with another grunt, sliding out before pushing right back in.

He was so big, his strong arms holding you as he rocked his hips, filling you up, up, up until you swear you could feel him in your tummy. Your walls clenched against him, breath hitching with every thrust.

“My baby,” he crooned, ducking his head to kiss along your neck and shower you with praises as he held you to him. “My sweet babygirl. Missed you so much out on the trail, thought about your pretty little pussy the whole time—”

Your head fell back with a gasp as the tip of Joel’s hardness tickled that spot deep inside that had your toes curling.

He chuckled. “Is that the spot, baby?” He pointedly thrust again, making you moan, and grinned knowingly. “Oh, I think it is, hm?” He picked up his pace again, hitting that spot over and over and over.

You felt something start to coil in your lower belly, something familiar and white-hot. Joel reached down to rub circles into your clit, which made you let out a high-pitched whimper and clench around his length.

You were babbling mindlessly, thoughts empty save for him and how good he was making you feel. “Joel, Joel, I—oh please—I need—”

“I know what you need babygirl.” His teeth caught on your earlobe as he kept his pace. “Can feel—fuck—can feel you clamping down on me. You gonna finish for me already?”

You nodded, your lips parted in a silent gasp of need, eyes big and wide as you whined out a desperate, “Mhmm!”

You bucked your hips into his, and this time when you felt your legs tighten, your breath fail, your tummy coil, Joel murmured hushed affirmatives you your jaw and neck and ear—

You cried out as you fell over the edge. Your back arched, your muscles seized, and your vision blurred with overwhelmed tears as you felt the warmth of Joel finishing inside you soon after.

“That’s it sweetie—fuck, so good for me, such a good girl falling apart on my cock, taking me so well—”

You were letting out desperate needy noises, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as the crackling heat lingered.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, claiming your lips, swallowing your whines with his mouth. “You did so good baby, so good….look at you, my pretty girl, my baby….”

Your body went lax, melting against him, each coo and murmur bringing you deeper under.

“That’s it…I’ve gotcha…” Joel maneuvered you as if you were light as a feather so that you were laying side by side, still connected, him still thick and warm inside of you.

Completely blissed out, you nuzzled into his chest, relishing in the feeling of his strong arms around you. Your eyes drooped.

“Tired already, babygirl?”

“Mmm.”

Joel hummed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s okay, darlin’. Just fall back to sleep. I’ll be holdin’ you the whole night through.”

Soon the fog overtook your mind completely and you drifted off, comforted by the knowledge that your Joel was home again.

[jjscrybaby]

prompt: ‘someone tying up your seatbelt for you’ from @scealaiscoite

rafe cameron x fem!reader | fluff | (bsf!rafe, bsf!reader, drinking, both of them are complete simps, kelce & top.)

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One foot in front of the other. You looked down at your kitten heels, stumbling over yourself as you tried to get from the kitchen to the backyard. You hadn’t seen any of your friends for at least an hour, too busy getting yourself too drunk to even remember they existed.

That’s probably why you squealed in excitement as Kelce began to walk towards the back door just as you were walking out. “Kelce!” You beamed, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Hey— Jesus, you smell like a brewery,” he joked, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “C’mon, we’ve been lookin’ all over for you.”

Your friend led you to the seating area in the garden, a variety of Kook’s sat around smoking cigarettes but your eyes were only focused on one. The moment Rafe saw you under Kelce’s arm you swore you could see the sigh of relief, he stood up and rushed over to the pair of you.

“Where the fuck you been?” He exclaimed, taking your stumbling-self from Kelce’s arm to wrap his around your waist. Your head rested against his shoulder, a hazy giggle leaving your lips.

“Partying,” you murmured, looking up at him with a lovesick smile.

“Jesus,” Kelce muttered, face scrunching up in disgust. He’d be sure to tell Topper about his little moment; he’s hellbent on winning the bet that you’ll be the first to admit your feelings for Rafe.

“Get her some water,” Rafe demanded, barely looking at the other boy as he spun on his heel and pulled you along with him back to the seats.

There was only space for one, but you were too drunk to even think it was odd for him to pull you into his lap. There was a fireplace in the middle, warming you up. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair as you tried to pay attention to the conversation Topper and Rafe were having.

“Here you go, madam,” Kelce snorted, handing over a red-solo cup filled to the brim with tap water. You accepted it happily, guzzling it down as the dehydration hit you.

“Alright— you’re gettin’ it all over me,” Rafe complained, holding the bottom of the cup to stop you from spilling anymore.

“I’m thirsty,” you argued, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Not surprised. How many of them cocktails you had tonight, huh?” He teased, taking the cup from your hold to put on the stone floor.

“So many,” you giggled, laying your head back on his shoulder.

“Mhm,” he hummed, rubbing your back gently before turning back to Topper, who had a similar expression on his face to Kelce; disgust.

There are certain rules to being best friends with three boys, and one of them should be not falling in love with any of them. You couldn’t help yourself, not with the way Rafe took care of you, or the way he looked at you, not to mention how handsome he really is.

You stared at the side of his face, memorising every detail to his pretty face. He noticed, but he knew if he brought it up to tease you you’d probably burst into tears. So, he minded his own business and let you have your fun of running your finger over his jawline.

Only another half an hour went by before Rafe was patting your thigh. “Ready to go, babe?”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. “I don’t want to go yet. Only been here, like, ten minutes!”

“That’s just not true,” Topper muttered. Rafe shot him a glare, waving him off to silently tell him to go round up Kelce.

Rafe turned back to your pouting-self, an amused huff leaving his mouth. He prodded at your pouty lip. “Non of that. This shit’s borin’, you can’t really be enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” you replied, glaring at him; in his eyes you looked like an angry puppy.

“Well… would you rather stay here, or come back to Tannyhill and order a pizza?” He asked, tilting his head at you. You were tripping over yourself to get off his lap within seconds. “‘Atta girl.”

Your arm was linked through his as the two of you walked through the house, you saying goodbye to everyone and Rafe huffing and puffing from next to you. It took ten minutes to even get out of the house, by the time you did he was sighing in utter relief.

“The fuck took so long?” Kelce complained, him and Topper leaning against the side of Rafe’s truck.

“She wanted to say goodbye to everyone, and then to all the animals,” Rafe grumbled.

“There weren’t any animals,” Topper replied, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“There was a gold fish.”

As Rafe unlocked the truck, Kelce and Topper got in the back; they already knew that the passenger seat was reserved for you. Rafe opened the door and helped you sit down, watching for a moment as you just stared up at him.

“Seatbelt,” he stated, waiting to see you put it on.

You reached for it, but your fingers were numb and you could barely drag it over yourself. You tried again, this time letting out a whine of irritation that it wasn’t going where you wanted.

“You’re a mess,” Rafe muttered, but the lazy smile on his face told you that he didn’t mean it. He grabbed the seatbelt and reached over you, clicking it into place. “There we go.”

“Thanks, Rafey,” you grinned, he smiled back, kissing your forehead before closing the door.

“God,” Kelce groaned. “I’m sick of the pining. We need to find new friends.”

“Agreed,” Topper muttered as Rafe got in the truck.

“Agreed on what?” He asked, looking back at them.

“That you can just drop us back home. We won’t interrupt your date night,” Kelce responded, a smirk on his lips.

He expected instant carnage, every time him or Topper made a ‘joke’ that they didn’t want to be around the two of you because they were third wheeling you’d throw a fit. It was mainly from the embarrassment that they were right and exposing you in front of Rafe. However, this time there was no response from you.

“That’s probably for the best,” Rafe shrugged, starting up the engine as he pulled his own seatbelt on.

“Damn it,” Kelce sighed. There was a chance he wasn’t going to win this bet; because Topper was certain it would be Rafe that would reveal his feelings first.

With you sat in his passenger seat, looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars, there’s a chance he was right. Rafe’s a sucker for you, and there’s nothing he likes more than when you look at him like that.

[kurishiri]

Prologue ┊ The great detective Harrison’s book of incidents

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow and characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— harrison’s promised event, featuring william, ellis, victor, darius, and ring. congrats to our resident peppermint boy for making it to top 5 in the elections!

[CITY - NIGHT]

With clouds the color of lead thickly blanketing the winter sky, a man was running with bated breath.

???: hah... hah...!

Even with little control over his legs and on the verge of tripping, he couldn’t afford to stop.

——He had to run.

If he didn’t avert his eyes from reality, narrowing in on him, he couldn’t live on.

But...here to put an end to the chase was another individual.

Harrison: ——Stop right there.

The voice of the man with peppermint-colored eyes broke through the silence of the night.

And the running man’s shoulders jumped before he came to a stop.

The two men’s white breaths silently melted amid the cold air.

???: ...How did you know where I was?

Harrison: Easy. You left a great many clues in your room.

H: ...I think it’s about time you faced reality, isn’t it.

H: Running away won’t solve anything. Yeah?

???: But... I...! I left everything behind and ran this far now! How could someone like myself ever have a place to return to...

Harrison: Oh, there is a place to return to.

???: ...

Harrison: I’ll tag along in apologizing for neglecting your deadlines.

H: So, that’s why... let’s head back, mister author.

Author with a bed head: ...uuu— Harrisooon~!

(ｏ・_・)ノ”(ノ_<、)

[NIGHT SKY]

Indeed, the man running away was a mystery writer, a deadline hot on his heels.

Meanwhile, the one chasing after him was a man who — under normal circumstances — was responsible for editing in a publishing company...

...and was asked to find the runaway author: a man named Harrison Gray.

[CARRIAGE]

Harrison: I’ve got a message from the company. ‘We will extend the deadline, so don’t stress about it and come back.’

Author with a bed head: Well I sure am grateful for that! ...That said, I’ve reached a bit of a dead end.

Author with a bed head: I want to play around some more with the trick that shows up in the story’s endgame...

Harrison: If you end it as is, the readers will think it’s a great success, if you ask me.

Author with a bed head: The compromise of a writer will be conveyed to the reader as well. I can’t relax until the very end.

Author with a bed head: ...Oh, I know! Harrison, could you come up with some idea?

Author with a bed head: You sometimes share some mystery tricks with authors, don’t you?

Harrison: Unfortunately, I don’t have any such material on me right now.

Author with a bed head: I implore you...! Help me out here, please...!

Harrison: Hah... fine, okay. I figure if you run away again, I’ll have to find you yet again, anyhow.

[DINING ROOM]

Harrison: ——And so, with that, I’d like you guys to let me know if there’s any incident that happens around you, or any strange happenings about.

Liam: And then you’ll go and solve those incidents and come up with an idea for a trick through there!

Harrison: Exactly.

William: Alright then. If there’s anything, I will let the Great Detective Harrison know and have you get to the bottom of it.

Harrison: You seem like the last person who’d need a detective... but well, thanks.

Ellis: Me too, I’ll pay attention to anything that’s going on around me. If it will make you happy, that is.

Liam: Oh, with a detective comes an assistant! I’ll help out, Harry.

Victor: Well then, allow me to fulfill the role of the mysterious heroine who accompanies the detective——

Harrison: ——No need for a heroine. But I will take your assistance, Liam.

Liam: By all and every means!

[TYPEWRITER]

That which is about to be written henceforth is not a record of sin, but the records of six of their encounters with little mysteries.

The truth shall become clear in his hands.

[BLACK]

Now come the tales of the great detective through which not a single lie may escape——Harrison’s book of incidents.

masterlist 🔎 ┊ ko-fi ☕️ ┊ comms 🤍

[revelboo]

Revel your stories are absolutely addictive omg, you’ve brought back a love for spinister i haven’t had in like 2 years… i am loving the scavenger story oml… but nah if i was her i would so wanna throw myself off the fucking medical table right then and there 😭✋

Same 🤣

They will each get a fleshed out arc, but Spin gets dibs

Because I live in the southern part of the U.S. and we don’t do snow, I’m working from home today.

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 15

Scavengers x Reader

• It’s easier to think, focus, when it’s just the two of you. Because something about you calms that muddle of paranoia and confusion in his head. Letting him focus on the feel of you against him, something he needs now. Can’t recharge without your warmth and feeling the steady beat of your heart, your soft breaths against him. Knows something is broken in him, but can’t get a grip on what it is or remember why, but you feel like warmth and home in a way he’s desperate to hold onto. “Want,” he mutters, battle mask rubbing against your jaw.

• “What do you want, Spin?” You ask, voice soft and soothing as the flat of the chevron on his helm gently bumps against your forehead, those troubled optics more focused than you’re used to. But you already know what he wants, don’t you? Startled when his mask retracts and his lips brush against your cheek as he raggedly vents. You’ve seen him retract it before to fuel, but never from this close and you reach to cup his face in your palms, feathering a thumb against his bottom lip. He’s handsome. Alien and strange, struggling to be understood and to understand in turn and your heart aches for him. “You saved me, you know. If you hadn’t found and caught me-” Can’t make yourself say the rest and know you can never really explain how much you owe him. Because that first time you’d seen him, you’d only seen a giant monster running toward you with his hands outstretched.

• “Always find you,” he manages, spark twisting with that remembered fear in your voice. Because he knows that feeling of helplessness. Wants to be your shelter, your protector. Shield you so you never are afraid again. Even if you don’t want him the way he needs you, he’ll still keep you safe. Those soft hands and kind eyes his shelter. “Want you.” Wishes he was better at this. That he could coax you with sweet words, but loses them as soon as he tries to say them.

• Hands still framing his face as your heart begins to race, your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip and his optics track the movement before he leans in. And it occurs to you that you could push him away, lean back, instead you arch into him, your mouth brushing his. Realizing you do want this, him even if you’re uncertain about how it’s going to work or if it even can. Want those gentle hands that had rescued you, stubbornly reaching as you’d tried to hide, not giving up when he could have and just left you to starve.

• Shuddering as your soft mouth finds his own, his hips rock against the cradle of your thighs. And your little tongue swipes against the seam of his lips and he lets you in without hesitation. Seizing control as the slide of your mouth under his becomes a demand, his glossa sliding against your tongue, exploring. Wants to unwrap you, servos fisting in your top covering, the thin material tearing as you gasp into his mouth. Growling as he tries to figure out how to strip you, spike aching with the need to be inside you. To claim what’s his.

• “Slow down,” you manage, lips sliding to the corner of his mouth. Feel his hips grind against you as he growls hungrily. Servos sliding against your skin, pulling at your clothes as you laugh and splay a hand against his chassis, watching the rotor blades on his back flare out slightly. “Let me help, okay?” Pressing a kiss against his jaw, he finally eases back some, optics hungry as you struggle to strip still caged under him. His big, warm hands sliding possessively over skin as it’s exposed.

• “You think he’s fragging Tiny, yet?” Misfire asks, lingering near the closed door to Medbay and tempted to lean his helm against the door to try and hear. Can’t deny he’s jealous, that as much as he loves teasing you and watching you get flustered with him, he wants more. It’s not like you’re only Spinister’s. You’re all of theirs. A Scavenger. He just needs to convince you and his fellow Scavengers that sharing is not only possible, it’s for the best.

• “This isn’t funny,” Krok mutters, worried about Spinister being too rough with you. But really? The big medic is surprisingly gentle with you, fussing over you and clinging to you like he’s afraid to let you out of his sight. You’re one of his crew, though and Krok can’t help but be protective of you. After all, you’re so much smaller than the rest of them. Helpless and fragile. That situation with the tape had driven that home, his spark still constricting every time he thinks about it. Knowing you could have died because of their negligence. That he can’t fail you again.

Previous

[marsh-idiot]

Late visit with Boyfriend!Shouta

Visiting Boyfriend!Shouta at work when he's staying late, grading some pop quizzes he had given earlier that day.

Knocking on his door before entering with a innocent smile on your face. "Shou, I came to keep you company. You're working so hard, and I just missed you a lot." You say, closing the door behind you.

Boyfriend!Shouta who's face flashes with a smile before standing up to give you a hug. "You didn't have to come all the way here." He says softly, his arms wrapped around you.

"I know, but I missed you and thought you could use a break." You respond, looking into his eyes with a smile on your face. He cocks his head to the side. "Well, thank you for coming all this way." He leans in and gives you a small kiss before trying to pull away, as you chase him, not wanting to part from him yet.

"H-honey. Got- lots of... work to do." He says in between kisses to you, but makes no effort to pull away completely and neither do you.

Boyfriend!Shouta who backs you against a wall as your kiss grows more intense. Boyfriend!Shouta who's hands slip under your shirt as he keeps you pinned to the wall.

"Shou, want-want you..." You manage to get out in between his rough kisses, his hand finds the small of your back and pulls you off the wall. He moves you towards his desk, one hand of his going to your pants. You lean down on his desk, propping yourself up with your arms and look back at him- giving him a nod and smile.

Boyfriend!Shouta who tears your pants off without hesitation, and does the same to his. He leans down to your face, whispering in your ear, "You sure?" He seems so innocent compared to what he was just doing. You nod vigorously and he leans back up, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip.

Boyfriend!Shouta who shakes his desk with the sheer force he was using, silencing you with a hand wrapped around your mouth. Trying so hard to keep yourself propped up on your arms, trying to accommodate his thrusts as you push back against him- wanting more.

Knock Knock Knock! Sounds on the door, before a loud familiar voice sounds from the other side. "Shouta, you still in there?" Shouta leans down to whisper in your ear, stilling inside you. "You aren't here, you haven't met him yet." He pulls out, kicking both your bottoms under his desk as he gently shoves you under there.

Boyfriend!Shouta who calls out, "Yup. Need something Mic?" as he sits down in his chair, pushing it under the desk quickly. You hear the door click open, and a few footsteps inside as you rest your face on your boyfriends thigh.

"Just wanted to check on you, you're usually not here this late." The other man's voice sounds. "Yeah, I know. Just catching up on grading before I go home." Boyfriend!Shouta responds. "Ah, whatcha grading?" Your boyfriends best friend, whom he had mentioned a couple times prior, asks as you hear some papers shuffling around on top of the desk. You glance up at Shouta, but can only really see one thing...

Boyfriend!Shouta who clears his throat before he answers his friend, feeling you shift down there but not thinking much of it. "Quizzes that the problem children took today." He says right before you lick his tip, he sits up slightly. "Well that doesn't sound fun. Do you need any help? Wouldn't want you staying here too long."

"I'm... fine. I've got it handled on my own. I'm not-i'm not in a rush to leave anyways." Your boyfriend responds, trying not to let his pleasure show as you take him in your mouth. "Oh, is your cat already fed for the day? That's usually why you speed home so fast."

You start to bob your head, trying not to make any noise as you blow him under the table. "Yes, I fed it earlier today. Thanks for stopping in Hizashi." Shouta responds, scooting his chair further under the desk, causing you to choke a little. His thighs tense in reaction, and you know he's having a hard time not making noise.

"Of course, always gotta check on my friend. You sure you don't need any help with the grading?" His friend asks as you hollow your cheeks. "Very. I've got it." He says, you pinch his thigh lightly and he adds, "Thank you." You continue your movements as you hear the sounds of footsteps. "Alright, don't stay here too long." And then a door shut.

Boyfriend!Shouta who pushes his chair away from the table, pulling out from your mouth as a string of spit snaps. "You... you're in for it when we get home." He says, pulling you out from under his desk. "When we get home?" You ask.

"You're in trouble, now get dressed and I'll be ready to leave in a few minutes." He says, grabbing his pen and finishing up the quiz he had been grading when you walked in.

Boyfriend!Shouta who walks you home with his hand on your back the whole time, what looks like a sweet gesture to anyone passing by was actually a reminder of what you had in store for you as you walk home, your pants buttoned haphazardly.

[ang3lmoans]

Watching Garam lick his fingers was something Angel would never forget. The man continued to surprise him. we should've done this sooner. He couldn’t agree more. But instead Angel laughed softly as he placed another kiss to the top of the man’s head. Angel laid beside the man and smiled as he protested him taking a bath. He wouldn’t argue, Angel wanted nothing more than to keep Garam in his arms. And hearing the man say he was happy filled him with joy. That’s all he ever wanted for Garam. Was for him to be happy. And to know that he was the cause was the icing on the cake. What he was not expecting were the kisses that followed. And those kisses soon turning into bites. He couldn’t help but let out breathless moans as his arms tightened around his best friend. His bottom lip soon caught between his teeth as he tilted his neck to allow the man better access to it. Angel’s mind was completely blank. He could only focus on the kissing and bites to his neck that were driving him insane. But he kept himself calm, knowing this was it for the day. They had crossed many lines in one day and they both needed a break. No matter how horny they both seemed to be. He cared for Garam too much to allow urges to block their genuine feelings for each other. Or more importantly their friendship. When the smaller man seemed satisfied with his markings and let up Angel let out a breath, “You are going to be the death of me” he teased running his hands slowly down the man’s back. As Garam gave him his rule he smirked. Angel knew he could hold out but he wondered if his friend could. “Really only on your neck? What if I want to leave one here?” Angel asked as his fingers gazed over the man’s thigh. “Or maybe here? I think this would be a perfect spot” he continued to tease moving his fingers from his thigh to Garam’s ass. He left a little tap before grabbing it grinning, “Mm, I don’t mind waiting until they are gone. Do I get to make a rule?” Angel asked enjoying their banter. “For every day I have to wait. That’s how many times you cum” Angel was sure to press a kiss to the man’s cheeks as he spoke and moving to whisper in his ear. As they both pulled back Angel smiled being able to see the man clearly now. His eyes softened as Garam spoke taking in what he was saying. His tone seemed serious yet nervous. He used his free hand to brush some loose strands from his face. An eyebrow raised as the smaller man began to stumble over his words and his cheeks turned a shade of pink. As Garam hid his face away Angel let out a chuckle and nodded, “Okay baby I got it. I’ll keep that in mind.” He squeezed the man against him kissing the side of his head. As they laid there in silence for a moment Angel’s mind began to wander. He wasn’t ready for full intercourse. The idea of it scared him. He truly didn’t know how his body would react. Yes, when he was around Garam in the beginning he would flinch or stiffen whenever the man touched him. He wished he could make sense of it. Why his body reacted that way. But what he did feel is safe with Garam. And right now safety was everything for Angel. “Garam, I didn’t think I was ready or anything. Especially not for whatever the hell we just did. But you make me feel safe. And I’m happy it was with you”

his lips parted, thinking angel was going to finish in his mouth like he had so graciously done for garam but the man hadn't. garam flinched slightly as he felt warm liquid shoot onto his face and lips, which eventually dripped into his mouth. a hand lifted to wipe away what had spilled onto his cheeks, bringing it to his mouth to lick his fingers clean. he was left smiling once angel had fallen back to lay down, eagerly taking a hold of his fingers when the man reached out to him. "we should've done this sooner." the words that left his lips so carelessly probably should have remained in his head.

garam smiled after being pulled to lay against the other's chest, his hand balling up to rest just below angel's ribcage curled up underneath his own chin. it'd been so long since he was actually given the opportunity to cuddle with somebody. "it's okay," his voice was small as he tried to hide his excitement from something others might have seen as so insignificant. he was quick to start shaking his head when the other mentioned garam needing a bath, though with the position they were both laying in, he wasn't able to shake it very much. "i think i want to stay right here." he countered as he shifted to press his nose against angel's chest, inhaling deeply. his lips were pressed next, trailing soft kisses up the other's neck until his nose nudged against angel's earlobe. only a second later, garam was taking that same earlobe between his lips and tugging on it gently. "i'm really happy," he whispered before nuzzling his face into angel's neck. he didn't stop there, though. garam continued kissing the man's neck, those kisses quickly turned into sucking as he was determined to leave a mark on the other's skin. it was an act done out of pettiness, not something he thought through, as he wanted there to be something clear and visible left of their time spent together. a mark that he was sure darius would see, assuming the man would see angel again before the marks faded. he knew his intentions were in the wrong place, he knew angel would probably be upset if garam were to clue him in on why he was doing this. but he needed the third party to know that angel was off limits, there was zero chance garam would let anything happen between the two of them beyond the kiss they shared outside angel's apartment. "i haven't gotten to do this in a long time," he continued to whisper, alternating between kissing and sucking the skin of angel's neck. when he was satisfied with the work he'd done, garam pulled away to look down at the few little burgundy marks now on angel's neck and smiled. he brought his hand up to run his finger over the larger mark, one he'd intentionally made in the shape of a love heart. "this is the only place you're allowed to leave marks on me," he said, tapping the mark he'd left. "you can do anything you want to me as long as you follow this rule. and if you break the rule, you don't get to touch me until the mark you made is gone." garam probably wouldn't follow through with the last part of his request, it'd feel more like a punishment for himself rather than for angel. he pushed himself up a little bit, still resting the majority of his upper torso on angel but he wanted to actually get a good look at the man underneath him. "i know i talked about wanting someone to be gentle with me but you don't have to if you like it rough. i like that, too, but there are also going to be times where i want things to be nice a-and intimate and, you know, not just fucking. and i know you're not ready to actually do stuff like that but what we did, if it happens again—" he paused, feeling his cheeks heating up. garam hated that he felt embarrassed talking about stuff like this, especially since he was so open about it when he wasn't sober. "i liked that you let your, um—" he paused again, a bashful smile creeping over, "your urges take control. your hips, you—" his eyes closed as he let his face fall back down to the crook of angel's neck. "you can fuck my mouth whenever you want." garam whispered, unable to actually look at the other.

[domm1etae]

Are u trying to kiss me?

yunho x mingi

oneshot | mdni

1.1k

Where Yunho and Mingi’s casual hangout goes from tipsy laughs to full-on "holy crap, are we doing this"

nsfw tags under

m/m, bottom mingi, top yunho, dryhumping, friends to ?, alcohol, drinking, makeout, kissing, horny drunks xd, blushing, subtle touching, grinding, blow job mentioned, and idk what more lol

Yunho and Mingi had been best friends forever—practically glued to each other since middle school. They’d been through all the cringe-worthy phases together: the awkward growth spurts that left them tripping over their own feet, the regrettable haircuts they’d both agreed were “cool” at the time, and crushes so embarrassing they swore to take them to their graves. Late-night ramen runs and arguing over the last piece of kimchi? That was their love language.

But tonight was… weird. Different.

Yunho had gotten it into his head to try out some new alcohol recipe he found online, proudly declaring it was a “genius masterpiece” that would change their lives. Naturally, Mingi volunteered to be the guinea pig. Free booze? Say less.

Now, a couple of bottles deep, the kitchen looked like a war zone—half-empty glasses scattered across the counter, sticky spills everywhere, and Mingi’s obnoxiously loud laughter echoing off the walls. He was leaning against the kitchen island, cheeks flushed red, head tilted back as he lost it over something Yunho said… except Yunho couldn’t even remember what was so funny.

All Yunho could focus on was Mingi. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his lips curled into that stupidly endearing grin, the way he looked so ridiculously carefree right now. Yunho found himself staring, his heart doing this weird little flutter thing in his chest.

“Dude, you’re, like, bright red,” Yunho teased, reaching out to poke Mingi’s cheek.

Mingi swatted his hand away, still grinning. “Shut up, I’m not red. You’re red.”

“Oh wow, killer comeback,” Yunho snorted, rolling his eyes.

Mingi just laughed harder, leaning into Yunho’s space without a care in the world. His shoulder brushed Yunho’s arm, and for some reason, Yunho froze. It wasn’t like Mingi wasn’t touchy—he was always in Yunho’s space, throwing an arm around him, hanging off him like a human koala. But tonight, it felt… different.

“You talk too much,” Mingi mumbled, his grin softening as his gaze locked on Yunho’s face.

“What?” Yunho blinked, his voice quieter than he intended.

“I said, you talk too much.” Mingi’s hand landed on Yunho’s shoulder, sliding down his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I like touching you,” he added, completely nonchalant, like he wasn’t flipping Yunho’s entire world upside down.

Yunho blinked again. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you’re soft,” Mingi said with a teasing grin, giving Yunho’s bicep a squeeze. “Weirdly soft for a guy your size.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb,” Yunho groaned, shoving him lightly.

“Yeah, but I’m your dumbass,” Mingi shot back without missing a beat.

Yunho froze. That wasn’t new—Mingi said that kind of stuff all the time. But tonight, it felt different. Heavier. Loaded with something Yunho didn’t quite understand but couldn’t ignore. And when Mingi leaned in, his face suddenly way too close, that something became impossible to avoid.

“Mingi,” Yunho said, his voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Mingi tilted his head, lips twitching into a lazy smirk. “Thinking about kissing you.”

“What?” Yunho’s voice cracked so hard he might as well have hit puberty again.

“I mean, unless you don’t want me to,” Mingi said, his smirk faltering a little.

“I—uh—are you serious right now?” Yunho stammered, his brain short-circuiting.

Mingi shrugged. “Kinda.”

“Kinda?” Yunho echoed, eyes wide.

“Fine, yes, I’m serious.”

Yunho opened his mouth to respond but couldn’t get the words out. His eyes darted to Mingi’s lips, then back to his eyes, and before he could second-guess himself, he leaned in.

The kiss started soft—almost hesitant, like neither of them could believe it was actually happening. But then Mingi made this quiet little noise, something between a sigh and a whimper, and Yunho was a goner.

Mingi kissed like he did everything else—with his whole heart. His hands slid up Yunho’s back, pulling him closer, while Yunho’s hands instinctively found Mingi’s hips. They pressed together, their bodies fitting like they were meant to, and Yunho couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss.

Their hands wandered, exploring each other's bodies with increasing urgency as their kisses deepened. It was more intoxicating than the alcohol they'd consumed, and neither of them could get enough.

Mingi whimpered again, his hips moving instinctively against Yunho’s. The sound shot through Yunho’s system like a live wire, it was the hottest thing Yunho has ever heard and wanted to hear it again, he couldn’t help but grind back.

Mingi's hips were unstoppable, moving faster and faster, he’d never felt this overwhelmed, this hot and bothered, not like this before.

Yunho must've noticed how frantic Mingi had become, and without missing a beat, he matched his rhythm. He slid his tongue along Mingi's neck, nipping at his jaw and biting at his ear, his voice low and teasing. "You wanna come, baby?"

Mingi's spine tingled at the sound of Yunho's voice—damn, he sounded so fucking hot talking to him like that.

“Yunho,” Mingi gasped, his head falling against Yunho’s shoulder. His whole body trembled, his nails digging into Yunho’s arms as a broken moan escaped his lips. He stilled after a second, shuddering in Yunho’s arms as he caught his breath.

Yunho held him close, one hand rubbing soothing circles on Mingi’s back. His own heart was racing, his head spinning, but all he cared about was Mingi.

“You good?” Yunho asked softly, pulling back just enough to see Mingi’s face.

Mingi let out a shaky laugh, his cheeks flushed and his grin lopsided. “Good? I’m amazing,” he said, his voice still breathless. Then his eyes flicked down to Yunho’s lap, and his grin faded. “But, uh… you didn’t…”

Yunho shook his head quickly. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Seriously.”

Mingi’s hand shot out, grabbing Yunho’s wrist before he could move away. “No,” he said firmly, his tone more serious than Yunho had ever heard. “Let me take care of you.”

Before Yunho could protest, Mingi was sinking to his knees, his hands already working at Yunho’s belt. The alcohol haze was gone now, leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered emotion between them.

As Mingi looked up at him, his dark eyes filled with something Yunho could only describe as pure want, Yunho knew one thing for sure: this was, without a doubt, the best experiment he’d ever attempted.

[totallynotasimp67]

Edge

I’ll be honest, it shocked me that I wrote this, but I guess asexuals write good smut, I do apologize for any spelling errors I’m minorly dyslexic

Tags: smut, 99% smut, edging, p in v, trans 09’ Ghost, smut then fluff, Soap 100% has a praise kink but he doesn’t get off on being praised he gets off on praising his partner, post top surgery pre bottom surgery Ghost, after care fluff

09’ Soap keeping 09’ Ghost on his lap, Ghost begging to touch his Captain or himself or for Soap to touch him, something, anything, but Soaps hands were placed firmly on Ghosts hips effectively pinning Ghost to his thigh, arms bound and placed around Soaps neck

Soap relished in watching his little Ghost squirm, begging for stimulation but unable to do anything,

“Please sir,” Ghost begged “I’m getting your pants wet”

“that’s fine,” his eyes felt predatory to Ghost, but not in malicious way, in a way that made Ghosts body tingle

after a few agonizing minutes for Ghost, Captain MacTavish finally removes a hand to begin fingering Ghost, who moans at the stimulation he finally received

“You aren’t allowed to cum yet, not until I say so”

A command Ghost wouldn’t, no, couldn’t ignore he wanted to please his dear Captain, Soap not satisfied with out an answer asks “what do you say”

“Ye-yes sir” Ghost stammered

Satisfied, Soap removed his slick covered fingers and moved them to his mouth, making sure to look Ghost in the eye while he licks every ounce of the slick coating his fingers

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Si,” praising Ghost for being so good and listening to orders, licking his lips “mmhmm, I think I want some more”

Inserting his fingers in Ghost once more relishing the moan Ghost let’s out, this routine of edging and praise goes on for what feels like forever to Ghost, begging for Soap to do more

Soap knew what Ghost wanted, he wanted it too, it was getting unbearable to not be doing more, his hard cock begging to be released from the confines of Soaps pants and plunged into Ghost wet pussy, in one smooth moment Soap pulls his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock, hard and leaking pre cum

Lifting Ghost off his lap as if he weighed nothing, moving them to the desk in front of them he laid Ghost on the desk, lifting his bound legs over John’s shoulders, moving Ghosts shirt up and over his head, giving Soap access to Ghosts chest, kissing, biting and groping Ghost, eliciting moans, Ghost bucking his hips, begging for Soap

Soap wanted to, no it was more that that

He needed make Ghost his, mind and body, heart and soul,

He needed to mark every inch of Ghost,

He needed to let everyone know Lieutenant Riley was his, and no one could take that from him

Soap he knew he couldn’t mark all of Ghosts body so he’d have to settle for a few locations, his inner thigh, chest and neck

Slowly, at first, inserting himself into Ghost elliseting a loud moan from Ghost, Soap wanted to Simon to feel everything slowly. He started by going from tip to base, in and out, every time he slowly pulled out to the tip, nearly pulling out completely every time, then thrusting quickly back in, every thrust had Ghost moaning, arching his back, bucking his hips, clawing at Soap’s back, and all the while Soap was loosing it little by little, each thrust getting harder and harder, kissing and biting the tender skin of Ghost chest and neck harder than before

“Sir, please,“ Ghost pleaded “I can’t take much more”

One last thrust shakes the desk from its strength, Soap removed himself from Ghost, making him wine in discontent at the loss of his Captain’s cock

“Last as long as you can” Soap teases before dropping to his knees, biting Ghosts inner thigh getting closer with each bite to Ghosts sopping pussy, teasingly licking around his lips, once, twice

Licking Ghosts clit has him moaning and arching his back, making Soap grin, finally plunging his tongue into his pussy, Ghost grabs Soaps hair shoving his head harder into his pussy legs squeezing Soaps head, it’s not long of this when Soap needs to breathe but Ghost hasn’t cum yet, and he refuses to stop until Ghost cums, and he’s still being held in place by Ghost’s thighs and hands, squeezing harder pushing his face farther into his pussy, dying like this would be an honor, a passing thought as Soap moves his hands, grabbing at the soft flesh of Simon’s thighs, moving one to play with Simon’s clit, the other providing extra stimulation to his pussy

Grip tightening on Soaps hair, moaning “sir, I-I can’t,” Simon cries “I’m gonna cum”

Soaps neglected cock aches as his lover cums, he tries to lick up as much cum as he can, not wanting to waste a single drop of this heavenly elixir, Soap is finally released from Simons thighs, his hands releasing their grip on his hair

Soap stands, leaning over Simon, eyes full of ecstasy and love, basking in how his lover looks in the after glow, looking Simon in the eye,

“You taste like heaven”

“Ca-Captain,” Ghost pants “let me, please let me pleasure you too”

Untying Ghosts wrists and ankles, kissing up and down his arms and legs, praising how good he did, how good he tastes, eventually he’s sat back in his office chair, aching cock, neglected in favor of his lover, Simon weakly gets off the desk and on his knees resting his head on Soaps inner thigh

“Please, let me help you”

A curt nod from Soap is all the confirmation needs to start, licking the pre cum that leaked from base to tip, licking once more from base to the tip has John shivering at how good it felt, kissing around the tip Ghost wants to go slow, show his Captain how much he loves him, he wants to show John as much love as he received and more, more pre cum leaks out, Ghost licks it quickly, enveloping the head in his mouth, licking the slit more, bringing his head down Ghost envelopes more of Soaps cock in his mouth, pushing to the base

“Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good Si” Johnnys head fell back as he moaned, hands gripping the arm rests, resisting the urge to grip Simon’s hair and keeping his face pressed flush against his pelvis, Simon continues bobbing his head from base to tip occasionally removing his mouth entirely to kiss and lick the tip, relishing the state he’s put John in, head thrown back, chest heaving, hands gripping the arm rests so tight his knuckles turned white

Simon knew he could draw this out for a while if he wanted to, teasing Johnny sounded like fun, he wanted to hear the desperate moans fall from his lips, see him squirm because of him, Simon removed his mouth completely much to John’s dismay, his head moving to look Simon in the eye

“Why” he panted

Simon only smiled remembering what John had said only minutes prior “I wanted to look you in the eye when I said this, I wanna hear you, so last as long as you can”

This made John’s heart beat faster, his breathing hastening, cock leaking more pre cum, god, he thought using my own words against me grip getting impossibly tighter, when Simon licked the pre cum John let a moan escape

“yeah,” Simon teased “just like that”

With that Simon enveloped John’s cock completely in one go, making him moan, pleasure coursing through his body, Simon kept bobbing his head up and down John’s cock, every movement make him moan and pant louder, soon though John can’t take any more

“I-I can’t take much more Si” he pants “I’m gonna cum”

Simon doesn’t stop, he wants to swallow everything his Captain releases, and he does with fervor, swallowing every last drop, not letting any thing go to waste, when he’s done he rests his head against John’s thigh once more both their eyes glazed over, once heavy breathing calming down, when John leans over and picks Simon up to sit on his lap, holding him close, kissing him tasting himself on his lovers tongue

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Johnny picks up Simon, out the office, through the master bedroom and into the master bath, a heater already going making the whole room warm and comfortable, John set Simon down on counter but not before putting a towel down, he didn’t need his love being sat on a cold counter without pants or underwear

Softly, John speaks “I’ll start a bath, and we can clean you up yeah”

Not waiting for a reply he separates from Simon to start the bath, being extremely diligent to make sure the water’s temperature is perfect, once done he returns to Simon, holding him close, kissing up and down his neck while the bath fills

Simon had already been stripped butt naked, so when the bath was ready John put him in, but John still had almost all his clothes on

“You gonna join me?” Simon’s head lulled to the side to face John, pleading eyes he couldn’t say no to, not that he wanted to at this moment

“Aye, give me a sec” with that John undresses, he grabs a wash cloth before getting in behind Simon, head resting on his shoulder, large arms wrapped around the smaller man’s torso, kissing praises into said shoulder

Diligently, John starts to wipe Simon down, starting with his inner thigh, extra careful around the bite marks, but still ensuring they get clean

Simon sighed, content, leaning further into John relishing the moment

“You’re so good to me Johnny”

Pausing a moment as John processed what Simon said, “you’re so good to me, Johnny” why wouldn’t he be, in his eyes Simon deserves the world and John would do anything to make it happen, why would he think he deserves anything less

“I only give you what you deserve” John hummed “now, let’s get to bed, I want to hold you”

Should I cross post this to Ao3? I kinda want to.

I might

[hotvintagepoll]

Joe E. Brown (Some Like It Hot)—Where to begin? Despite from all appearances being perfectly average sized, his Little Guy energy is off the charts. His rubber face leaves Jim Carrey's in an exaggerated Looney Toons-style dust cloud. He was an actual cartoon character on several occasions. His calling card was just randomly SCREAMING. He was 100% down to marry Jack Lemmon. I could go on.

Brigitte Helm (Metropolis)— She’s a robot. She’s a communist revolutionary. She’s really bad at winking. She dances in the most awkward way I’ve ever seen in my life. She has emo eyeliner. What more could you want.

James Cagney (Yankee Doodle Dandy, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Public Enemy, White Heat, The Strawberry Blonde)—James Cagney is such a scrungler. He could dance, he could sing, he embodied the gangster role, he was a short king, he had curly hair, what more could you possibly want?? Something about his face just feels so Looney Toons to me. He's like a little bug and I'm observing him through my magnifying glass. I'm obsessed with his hair and his scrunging demeanor!!! He's the most guy to me of all time. I tried to draw him once and completely failed. You could crumple him up like a tissue and watch him float away in the breeze.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Joe E. Brown:

The open-mouthed smile where he doesn't show his teeth automatically catapults to him to the top of my scrungly guy list, and that's without the absolute self-satisfaction and rapscallion energy of the final scene in Some Like It Hot. But come on. Look at him. THAT is a scrungly little guy. You've got to believe me

Brigitte Helm:

[Editor’s note for video: tw for slave imagery, eyeball horror, freaky statues, death references—generally just go forth with caution if you’re sensitive to horror/horror adjacent imagery.]

James Cagney:

Whaddya mean I've gotta SUBMIT Cagney? You look up scrungly in the dictionary and there's a picture of him RIGHT THERE. He IS the scrungle. -SHORT KING 5'4 3/4 (1.65m) I could put him in my pocket -When he rolls down his car window (in Mayor of Hell) sticks his head out and makes some snarky comment (which I didn't hear because I was way too distracted) it's like struck by lightning, let me tell you -His hair is so wavy and sometimes it falls over his forehead and then I die a little -He plays The Public Enemy number one, everyone thinks of this as "the one with the grapefruit scene" but it is SO SO much more than that, it's also the one where he wears little striped pajamas -Multilingual (Yes, I'm the same person who submitted EGR and listed this earlier. Yes, this is a big thing for me.) He spoke Yiddish, guys and you can hear him speak it in a movie (Taxi) AND when the Warner Bros. tried to discuss him without him knowing they used Yiddish not realizing he'd understand everything -He talks so fast. Like. Staccatto. It's so fascinating -Loved animals & owned CHOW CHOWS (that's a very scrungly dog, c'mon) -Plays Bottom in Midsummer Night's Dream, that's the guy who gets turned into a DONKEY, nobody else could've played it like he did -Messed with Warner Bros. all the time, threatened to quit, told them he was going to go be a doctor instead -He does this little nose scrunch thing oh my god -Boy Meets Girl is a supremely underrated screw ball comedy and he has lots of silly little outfits in it and acts ridiculous the entire time -Was fascinated by farming and just puttered around on his tractor, like he's just a little guy! -There's a movie where he has a silly little mustache (I haven't seen it yet though) -They've dressed him up as bellhops, sailorsn cowboys and itty bitty gangsters [in movies] and frankly that should be enough -His first show biz job was a female dancer on the chorus line

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A second fanvid

A third fanvid

He is the SCRUNGLIEST of gangsters, it’s the role that made him famous, and by god that’s for good reason. He also plays a peculiar little guy in musicals and occasionally westerns, all with a particular flavor of scruffy city rat energy that you can’t help but adore!  

[juice-plums]

Absolute Animal

Sergei Kravinoff x !busty woman! reader

warnings: smutty, Rough sex, disrespectful love making, pussy stretching, virginity taken, let this man devour me!!

you had no idea why you were here, your stupid friends had dragged you to this extravagant bar, A bar where you had to dress all sexy and nice, You lowkey loved to dress up all sexy not for the men but for the jaw dropping stares you get from all men and women, The absolute confidence it gave you, and you had the not giving fuck face that let people know you were not fucking around. You were in a short, black tube top dress that accentuated your busty and voluptuous figure, you wanted to be a little more classier and slipped on black elbow length gloves on your hands, and why not? red bottom Louboutins high heels, cause you're a expensive lady that never settled for less, little did you know you had caught the eye of Sergei Kravinoff who was dining with his brother for his birthday.

You were sipping on a dry martini, listening to your friends chatter, and occasionally chiming in time to time, The Hunter's eyes never leaving you and your....figure as you conversed with your friends , he couldn't help it but he was a man and men's eyes tend to wander, you were taking a bite of the olive garnish that resting in your dry martini, your plump lips wrapped around the olive, kind of seductive in his eyes, you innocently chewed the olive, oblivious to the rugged rogue's stare, there was something about you, something that couldn't let him look away, there was something about your confidence that he found incredibly sexy and a little....arousing, He never had a lady that made him feel this certain way by just standing there.

One thing led to another, you headed to the bathroom and he sucked up the courage to follow you, you were innocently washing your hands and he silently stepped in, locking the bathroom door behind him, he could not help but stare at your plump rump in that damn black dress, the way it softly jiggled, he cleared his throat

"You're absolutely breathtaking"

He says, making you turn around, he startled you at first and then towered over you, staring at you, hungrily like a plump, meaty, lamb, you gulp softly from his words, you could practically hear the Russian accent seeping from his voice, like some melted butter that made goosebumps appear on your skin, you warily but sweetly smile at him.

“thank you, you're very sweet"

You had sweetly respond, looking his eyes, cold, stern eyes, then looked at his physique in that tux...damn, You softly shook your head, and sweetly smiled at him again, He had noticed your gaze and couldn't help but grin...smugly, he liked that this plump lady had guts and he liked that, he took a step closer to her, making her breath hitch softly cause he was so...sexy and nice to look at at,GOD WHAT AM I THINKING??, HE IS A STRANGER.

"you got guts, I like that in a woman"

He looked at her delicate features, she had makeup on which he especially liked, and he smelt her perfume, rich and gourmand kind of scent, made him want to devour you as your perfume filled his senses, he couldn't help but grin, you definitely liked what you were seeing now, You couldn't help but eye him again this time more brazenly, this time more flirty, making him chuckle.

"you know what you're getting into girly?"

He had asked, his Russian accent seeping through his words, making you melt like cotton candy, you had began to get all gushy and flirty innocently nodding at you look up at him with your eyes, and pouted your lips, making him chuckle again, this sweet lamb had no clue what was in for her, for the night, the more you looked at him the more your panties had heated up down there, something that only happened when you saw Captain America in his first movie, looking like a glazed donut coming out of that machine.

You and him were in a bathroom stall, together, making out softly first, his mouth dominating your, he could taste the sweetest of your lipstick, he grabbed and groped your big rump in your dress making you moan in delight, enjoying being manhandled this, making the damp spot in your panties get more visible, his scent was earthy and rich, continuing to kiss him, you ruffled his curls affectionately, he growled in delight, he just had to taste more of you he needed more of you.

he sat you down on toilet, hiking up your dress, you softly moan as he ripped your panties off, making you gasp, your slick pussy softly got wetter and your breath hitched feeling the cold air hit your pussy, without wasting time he dived his head, slurping your folds like a meal, making you moan, you lower the top of your dress, reveal your big breasts, you sexily fondled your breasts as he ate your pussy, he forced your thick thighs to squish his cheeks so he drowning in your pussy and he fucking loved it, your walls fluttered as he tongued your pussy, he was making you see stars

"ooh-ahh~, my pussy feels so good!~, Don't stop, make me cum all over your face!!~"

You had babbled, letting him fondle your big tits as he ate your pussy so good, this wasn't like anything you ever experienced before, not even your vibrators could replicate his sweet tongue invading your squishy walls, you sexily threw your head back, desperate to cover your mouth to conceal loud moans or words, he hungrily stared up at you, looking at your blissed out expression, he immediately didn't like how you were covering your mouth, oh no ma'am, he immediately stopped eating your pussy, making you whine

"oh please don't stop, don't stop, I wanna cum so bad, let me cum"

You babbled, he grins, standing up and sweetly kissed your whining mouth, he turn you around, you held onto the tank of the toilet played with your doughy ass some, making you moan softly and looked back, he unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, uncut cock that was a mere 9 inches, making you gasp at his size, his licked the top of his lip as he looked at your face, he rubbed his cock, letting a bead of pre-cum lube his cock up.

"w-wait,...be gentle, I never had anything that big in my pussy"

You softly begged, though your small pussy was leaking for his cock, even though you never never had any cock or dildos in your pussy, but your pussy needed this, Sergei spanked your big ass, making you gasp and look straight, your pussy leaked more from the contact. he grinned

���Your sweet pussy tells me otherwise,..look at her, just begging to be filled and stuffed with fat cock”

He grins, he rubs your pussy, making her wetter, you bit your lower lip, feeling so vulnerable and exposed, he spreads your tight pussy, and you braced yourself for his fat cock, he grabbed your hips and positioned his cock in between your thighs, burying his cock into your pussy instantly in one thrust, making you moan loudly, he gripped your hair in his fist, and that made you moan louder and bliss

“Oh fuck, okay, okay, you’re in me now,…oh fuck”

You uttered, your gummy walls fluttered around his cock, his huge cock bullying your pussy, he was like a wild animal who was going crazy for your pussy, you couldn’t get enough as your big breasts hit against the toilet tank every time he thrusted into your pussy, he hits your sweet spot making your scream bounce off the bathroom walls, he definitely loved making you scream out, he locked your arms behind you as he rutted into your pussy over and over again.

“You’re so deep in my guts!~, don’t ever stop, don’t ever fucking stop!~, oh fuck, oooohh fuuuck!!”

you moaned absolutely deliriously, your walls stretched deliciously to fit his cock, he grunts and groans louder like a lion, Sergei was absolutely destroying your guts as a whole, yelling cuss words in Russian as he spanked your fat ass, matching your pitch

“Such a perfect body, i’m gonna mark you all up and you’re gonna be all mine, all mine”

He lowly growled, bottoming in and out of your squelching pussy with ease, you absolutely loved being dominated by him, you need more of him, just him, you felt a bubble stir up in in your stomach, making you scream louder and louder in bliss, he hits that spot over and over with his cock, you let go and cum on his thrusting cock, he grunts feeling your gummy walls clamp around his shaft and immediately slams in, cumming in your pussy

“Take it, take it like a good girl, my little slut”

He groaned, his balls twitching as he forced all his cum into your pussy, You absolutely loved cream pies now,..his cream pies, you swore you would never see him again after this experience, but you were a liar and appeared in his bed every time you needed some good dick, you can’t ever quit him now…he was a absolute animal.

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ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Arthur Morgan Sex Headcanon’s

(High-Mid!Honor, Fem!POV)

I've been writing some up in these past few days. I will admit, some are more self-indulgent than others, but I also incorporated some of his confirmed characterizations in order to justify some of my HC's.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Arthur Morgan is versatile, with High Honor being a service top. He doesn’t believe he deserves sexual gratification, but finds it in giving pleasure to his partner. His whole life he’s been ordered around by people he loved, only knowing how to please others and not himself, which could manifest within intimacy in this way. Thus, if his partner is unsure, nervous, or bratty in their encounter, he’ll be a soft dom (thanks @rdr2enjoyer for reminding me of this term), but if his partner is a power bottom, he will be more submissive to adhere to their wants and desires- hence my description as him being versatile. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Definitely a pussy guy, hence his proclivity to eating out and fingering. Loves breasts and ass but can’t help a preference in feeling thighs squeezed around his head while burying his face inbetween his lovers legs. This preference only drives Arthur further to celibacy, knowing that he can’t always hold back the urge of wanting to fuck and spill all inside a sweet cunt. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Ever since the death of Eliza and Issac, as mentioned, Arthur chose to stay relatively celibate. But in the very few times he found himself intimate with a female partner, due to his fear of getting them pregnant, he opts for little to no penetration with his partner.  This results in often putting himself between their legs, his tongue sucking at their clit whilst curling his fingers to hit the spot they like, savoring their taste until inevitably they’ve came all over his tongue and drenched his chin. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Loves the idea of exhibitionism, but often has a hard time living out that desire. He wants nothing more than to fuck in front of a mirror, convincing his lover of just how beautiful he found their naked body, how beautiful they look taking his cock. Especially with a self-conscious partner; but, as we know, he is as well. Those small glimpses in the mirror convinces Arthur that he’s ravaging his lovers body, even if he’s being gentle, seeing his being so unclean from the blood spilled upon it and the scars from his winning-battles… He powers through the sex to get them to cum, but no longer feel the need to get off himself. He doesn’t deserve to, after all.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

His nipples are sensitive, but doesn’t like them being teased as it’s too ‘womanly' (this is still 1899, after all). Arthur is quick to still any purposeful ministrations upon them, only relenting if his partner is domineering and practically not giving him a choice, wincing and looking away all flushed as they’re rubbed and sucked. 

Some of these are a bit more on the... weirdly emotional side, aha, but I think Arthur is an emotional fucker- literally 😭 Definitely going to do more of these, they're so fun! Low Honor next for sure, even if it's not my favorite. Just have so many ideas brewing in my head! But I hope y'all enjoy these, sorry for the obvious preference in... his, Lol.

I hope the formatting isn't weird because I'm uploading this from my laptop and not my phone aha

[c-cobweb]

Hiii

So I have a request for doctor!charlie Mayhew x sexworker/pornactress!f.reader (only if your comfortable with this ofc) and reader often hang out with other colleagues on the back of the hospital and Charlie see them times to times but one day he found her on a porn site and became a little more friendly with her to have what he wants but she is just doing it for work.I’m so sorry I know it’s not really good explain English is not my first language 😭😭🙏

Love kiss kiss 💗💗🫶

𝓢ex favours ⋮ doctor charlie mayhew

ᡣ𐭩 . warnings ᯓ +18 mdni!, smut, doctor!charlie mayhew x pornstar!reader, mentions of male masturbation, dirty talk, p i v, kinda dom!reader, car sex. a/n ᯓ english is not my first language! also tysm for all the love to my last work, i love y’all🫶

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You said goodbye to your coworkers once you were dressed up and left the small recording studio.

The building in which that small recording studio was located was near the city hospital, so you went to the back of the hospital and lit a cigarette. Waiting for your taxi to arrive.

Several metres from you was Doctor Charlie, it was not the first time he saw you — rather he was watching you —, but you never paid much attention to him. Your face was familiar to him and he was sure he knew you from somewhere, but he never knew where.

Later that day, Charlie arrived home; exhausted from his long day at the hospital. After dinner and changing into more comfortable clothes, he grabbed his laptop and sat on the bed. He quickly went into incognito mode and then to his favourite website.

He was looking for the perfect video for a while until he saw it, he saw you. The miniature showed your face in close-up and the beginning of your perfect tits gathered in a lace bra.

Charlie didn't take long to take his semi-hard cock out of his sweatpants and began to caress it as he played the video.

. . .

The next day Charlie was waiting for you at the back of the hospital, as always. You wore a simple outfit, a tight tank top that slightly showed your pink bra and dark jeans shorts.

Before you could take a cigarette out of your purse, Doctor Charlie approached you and offered you one. “Do you want a cigarette?” He asked with his eyebrows slightly raised.

You looked at him from top to bottom, evaluating his physique. You could tell that he exercised because of his muscles, but his hair was thrown back and his all-black outfit betrayed him that maybe he was working in the hospital.

You shrugged before answering and grabbed a cigarette from the package that that attractive stranger offered you, “Okay, thank you” Before you could take your lighter he was already offering you his.

“May I?” He said bringing his hand with the lighter to your face as soon as you put the cigarette between your lips. You just nodded your head.

While he lit your cigarette, his eyes did not move away from yours, and when he saw that you did not look away, he smiled sideways.

“I’m Charlie, Charlie Mayhew” He finally introduced himself while leaning against the wall next to you.

After expelling the smoke from the first pout you took, you also introduced yourself, after an uncomfortable silence Charlie spoke again. “You know, your face is familiar to me, could it be that I've seen you around here before?” He played dumb, as if he didn't really know where he knows you from.

You smiled to yourself and let out a small laugh. “Oh, really? Yeah, maybe you've seen me around here before...” You replied by following the game. “I bet that you are a doctor” You guessed while inhaling your cigarette again.

“Exactly, I work in this same hospital,” he said referring to the building behind you. “And you, what do you do for work?” He asked innocently, running through your body with his gaze, appreciating your curves.

You snorse sarcastically, moving the cigarette away from your lips to be able to talk. “I think you know perfectly what I work for” You looked at him from your position with a playful smile.

“Yes, I may know,” Charlie replied, crossing his arms over his broad chest and lowered his head a little to look at your face.

“Be honest, Doctor Mayhew. What do you want?” You were sincere, you knew that that man wanted more than a simple friendship. “I know from experience that men who treat you well don't always have good intentions”

“You think you're very smart, don't you?ñ He let out a low laugh. “What do you think is what I want you?”

“Sex,” You whispered throwing the cigarette smoke on his face and then throwing it to the floor and stepping on it with the sole of your shoe. “Why do you think I should have sex with you?”

“Well; I'm tall, handsome, smart, I have a good job...” He began to list with his fingers. “And if none of that convinces you, I can pay you”

“God, no! I'm a pornstar, not a prostitute” You said giving her a bad look, but quickly your attitude went back to the way it was before. “But you're right, you're well built...”

Charlie was surprised when you grabbed his hand with yours and gave him a slight squeeze. “Let's go to your car”

Without asking questions, the man began to walk, taking you with him until you arrived at a gray car.

He opened the car with the key and pretended to open the pilot's door, but you stopped him by pulling his hand towards the back of the car.

You made him enter the back seats of the car first and then go up and sit on his lap, straddling him. Once you closed the car door from the inside and then brought your face closer to Charlie's and whispered on his lips “Kiss me”.

Doctor Mayhew didn't take long to obey your orders, joining your lips with his in a heated kiss. His tongue immediately made its way to enter your mouth while his hands walked along your thighs, then to your hips and finally to your waist, where the edge of your shirt unhook. “Can I?” He said slightly stretching from the garment.

You didn't let him do it because you immediately took your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor of the car and then unbuttoned your bra.

Charlie's eyes went straight to your breasts, admiring the beautiful shape they had “You don’t know how many times I touched myself looking at these tits”. His hands took them in and with his thumbs he traced circles around your nipples. “Don’t tease,” You demanded with a firm voice as you began to move your hips on his, brushing your crotch.

You intertwined your fingers with his hair and pulled him to have access to his neck. Quickly your lips went to his pulse point, sucking and kissing it, your actions made the doctor growl and moan under his breath.

His hands continued to massage your breasts and poke the nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, making you moan against his neck. Your hands were slowly going down from his shoulders to his chest and then to the waist of his pants, unbuttoning the belt and putting your hand in his boxers without warning.

While you massaged his member inside his clothes, he unbuttoned your shorts, lowering them down your thighs until they were on the floor of the car next to your shirt.

“Are you ready?” You asked with a cocky smile, taking his cock out of the confines of his clothes.

“Fuck, I’m more than ready, baby.” Charlie replied by pushing your panties to the side to expose your dripping centre.

Before putting him inside you, you spat on his member for more lubrication, giving him a couple more caresses until you finally went down on him. Charlie threw his head back and closed his eyes while growling, instead, you were already starting to move your hips from front to back in a torturous way.

His hands went to your hips to make you start moving up and down, bounceing on him. You rested your chest on his and arched your back to get a deeper angle, that way his cock touched all the right places inside you.

“Is this what you wanted?” You asked purring in his ear, starting to move faster.

“Yes, fuck, yes” He said moaning and growling. His hands went down to your ass to squeeze it and guide your movements. “I've fantasised so many times about fucking you...”

You smiled playfully and whispered again “It looks rather like I'm the one who's fucking you.” You left a sensual kiss on his cheek, guiding your lips to his neck again.

“You’re a bad woman,” He growled, complaining about your actions.

“Yeah, I’m bad, but you are enjoying it” You answered as you stepped back, resting your hands on his knees behind you.

In the new position you were in you could grab more impulse, so you began to move more agilely on Charlie.

You felt how his cock twitched inside you and how his breathing became more agitated, a sign that he was about to come. “Are you going to cum now?”

Doctor Mayhew could only nod his head and let out a small whine, he was desperate to reach climax.

But you didn't allow him yet, since you took his dick out of your pussy just when he was about to cum. “What are you doing?” He complained.

You began to massage his member as at the beginning, Charlie looked at you pleased but confused. “Do you really think I'm going to let you cum inside me?”

He licked his lips settling better in the seat to give you more access to his hard cock. “At least let me make you feel good too,” He whispered and then took his hand to your wet pussy.

And so you both started masturbating the other. Your hand went up and down on his dick, occasionally caressing the tip with your thumb. And Charlie caressed your clit while two of his fingers were immersed in your wet centre.

The doctor was the first to finish, doing it on your hand. His chest rose and fell quickly and his head was thrown back. His fingers, motionless inside you, but he didn't take them out of you.

You began to move your hips again, fucking yourself with his long digits. Seconds later you came on them.

You were both still, trying to regulate your breathing. After coming down from the cloud you were in, you began to pick up your clothes from the floor to put them on, also taking a handkerchief out of your bag to clean your hand.

“Well, thanks for the quickie.” You said once you were presentable and you opened the car door to leave.

“Wait,” He said grabbing your wrist. “Let me drive you home”

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SAY LESS @thejudiciousneurotic

putting this under a read more,,,,,,,, uhHHhhHH ANYWAY I DO THINK HE'D BE A BRAT

This is basically NSFW so proceed with caution

[dazzelmethat]

A very rough Sesshomaru in a woman's kimono. Well he was always wearing a furisode so I just threw in an obi on it. I may fix this up or not.

[bleeding-hart]

some sketches

based on @theicarusconstellation's writing

I keep thinking of details I left out and stuff I need to fix but if I let myself do that I'm going to go insane so we're leaving it at this

Also some Sirius because they're a fucking king and we love them (I very strongly hc them as genderqueer and using any pronouns, but specifically he/they/she/it)

The dress was a bit of a failure but hey it looks like fabric at least I think maybe