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18+ Titus Danforth x fem!reader — no spoilers!
Titus prefers you sit on his lap while he smokes his cigars.
He loves the feeling of your weight and soft curves on his thighs.
Sometimes, the two of you sit in silence while he smokes, letting the events of the day settle in, especially if there was a rather tough kill.
Other times, he can't help but wind his arms around your waist and lock you in his grip. He'd fondle your breasts, ass and everything in between while grinding his cock against you.
He'd order you to untie his ascot and put your hands behind your back. With arms securely tied by silk fabric, you're vulnerable and subject to his capricious whim.
"You're so pretty like this." Titus muses with a timbre like grinding stones. "Bound and at my mercy."
Smoke billows from his lips as he plucks the cigar from his mouth. The bitter vapor burns your eyes and makes your throat seize.
"The sweetest offering I've ever received."
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i think it's really funny that dexter's hallucinations show brian with different hair. he is predicting his brother will get a haircut and what clothes he will wear. brian is like his barbie that he gets to dress up in his head
Worst seven minutes in heaven, ever!
Content warnings: Adrian Chase x Fem!reader, no use of y/n, 18+ mdni, making out, grinding, barely any plot except for the tiniest bit of angst at the end, desperation, clothed, high risk, the mask is OFF, not proofread.
Adrian shoved you through the bedrooms closet, pressing you against clothes and hangers, his hands all over your body as he tries to hide you away. Doors clattering as he slams them closed. The small space making the air stuffy and warm. Your heavy breathing isn’t helping much either. He’s ripping off the Vigilante mask just to slap a hand over your mouth when you gasp at the sight of him roughly manoeuvring you further into the already small space. Nudging together in the close proximity as you both look through the door slats to watch for danger.
omg normal people dni actual PERVERTS and DEPRAVED WEIRDOS with GROSS ABNORMAL EROTIC FIXATIONS only
gravity - mohabbot (Explicit) 4.7k words
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“Jack Abbot is a mature adult. Jack Abbot does not succumb to jealousy like men Samira’s age. Jack Abbot does not react to taunting like men Samira’s age. This is one of the many reasons that Samira likes him, chose him.
The man across from him smirks. “Does her leg still thump like a bunny when she c—”
Jack Abbot’s forehead connect with the man’s nose.
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AKA: Jack headbutts Samira’s shitty ex-boyfriend and ends up in the ER being treated for a concussion about it… while Samira is on shift. Oops.
i love mohabbot…. Like wow…. Inject that
The concept of Samira wearing Jack’s old army t-shirts!!!!!
when samira goes to jack’s house for the first time, the most unexpected thing is the books.
when she pictured jack abbot’s home it was most often a dark, nearly-habitable cave illuminated by a single bare bulb swinging from a chain, a wooden chair, and a table to hold his police scanner and various medical accoutrements.
so upon entering his house and seeing an ancient oak bookshelf overflowing with dog-eared and tabbed paperbacks she’s at least a little surprised. she supposed she thought jack was the same sort as her, no hobbies outside of their near pathological dedication to medicine.
but she traces her fingers along the spines, ray bradbury, cormac mccarthy, octavia butler, margaret atwood. names she recognizes but has never indulged in. things she should know like so many references embedded in culture but embarrassingly cannot even a conjure a vision of.
when she asks him about it he tells her the quiet hours are the worst. the time when his brain has little else to occupy itself with but a foreboding sense of panic. so he reads, sometimes watches a movie, but most often curls up in his overstuffed armchair and finds a little peace in panic that does not belong to him.
she falls asleep that night with his copy of slaughterhouse five on her chest, her thumb hovering over the neat scrawl of his pen in the margins.
but as per my last jack and samira posts what if he's having to go through watching a patient face a limb amputation and she's having to go through watching a daughter face losing her father and they're very much in each other's vicinity while having these hugely emotional experiences. what then.
i want attention so here's some mohabbot ddlg fic for u guys
to have an actor from a (crack) ship that has oh 10 minutes of screen time in one whole season of a show, explicitly say "oh yeah he definitely has a crush on her...he's flirting with her...he admires her" is such a fucking ruuuush shoot that shit into my veins babyy
The Seven Year Itch (1955) dir. Billy Wilder
Scarification by John Joyce at Scarab Body Arts