#the sewer writes

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

The way Soap would use military talk to get a reaction from you. He knows you're into it. So you're standing in the kitchen, maybe cooking something and you can hear his raspy voice from behind the corner "Got visuals on the target" and you're already grinning, wisely putting down anything that could make a mess. You hear slight shuffling and a whispered "Nice and stealthy boys", the next thing you know is him tackling you and immediately catching you in his arms, carefully lowering you to the floor. He crawls over you rasping: "Hostage secured", and presses his lips to yours but you both have to laugh. And it ends up being a messy kiss because you both can't stop giggling and grinning into the kiss. And when he breaks away because you're both smiling so wide it's just impossible to properly kiss, you put your hand on his chest and tell him: "You're a goof MacTavish". His smile softens and he replies: "Aye, your goof, that is."

#the sewer writes #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x gn!reader #soap mactavish x reader #gn!reader #john soap cod #cod soap x reader #the way it would be so ridiculous #he would always find a way to make intimate moments funny #sometimes it's just straight up funny #sometimes it ends up being hotter than anticipated

[cantsleepwithoutthesubway]

Heights for the Ultimate Turtles Forever

I got inspired by a series of posts on @misteria247's blog about turtle heights across different universes.

So I made these (using https://hikaku-sitatter.com/en/):

Some of the words got cut off, so I added them manually.

For those wondering/worrying if Bayverse Splinter would be taller than 2012 Splinter, good news! 2016 Leo is the same height as 2012 Splinter (6' 2") so Bayverse Splinter would be shorter.

Also, capitalizing their whole names makes them seem... I don't know, spelled wrong?

Is that just me?

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #subway rumbles #tmnt heights #ninja turtle heights #crossover material #2012 #2003 #2007 #1987 #2016 #2018 #Bayverse #sewer shenanigans #art reference #writing reference

[sewercl0wn]

Plot tables: Mapping out and organizing all your plots and storylines

Can't organize your plot and are juggling between several plot lines? I got your back, I present: Plot tables!

(I'm probably not the only person to use these, but I have no idea if these are commonly used and I just don't know about it or I actually did something with this)

Here's a loose example I threw together. It's just a normal table where each column represents a different storyline within the same story. It shows you roughly what should happen in each chapter / scene.

e.g., from the example table, we see that in chapter / scene 1, there's a chase scene where the police lose track of the criminal they're following, as well as in the same chapter we see character B and C break up.

It's nothing groundbreaking, but it's something I want to share considering the amount of people I see complaining about juggling 50 million storylines and having no orderly way to keep track of it

#writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing inspiration #your local sewer rat #navigation #writing tips #writing help #writing advice #creative writing #writing #plotting #writing plot #storylines #storyline #organizing plot #planning plot #planning a story #story planning

[sewinrat]

HEY HEY CAN U DO NYEN X READER IF THATS ALRIGHT? THERES LITERALLY NOOOOOO NYEN X READER FANFIC AND IVE BEEN LOSING MY MIND THESE DAYS.

You got it. I'll take one of my post as the plot since you didn't give me one. Not proofread.

*Reader has painted black nails(minor detail)

"Can you please stop."

Nyen demanded as he crossed his arms. He tries to hide his desperation and fear. He's supposed to be the top of the pets after all! But you... You just had to be on the goddamn vacuum.

"No. It's more fun to see you like this under me," you said smugly as you can in your bun form glory. Bun on the vacuum. Something that might not seem intimidating but it is to Nyen. "I'm not even under you!" Nyen hissed at you but didn't try to scratch you like he usually would. "You are now." Your pupils turn to slits, you were enjoying this a bit too much but this is after all a golden opportunity to see Nyen so scared.

To make things worse for Nyen, Nyon and Sebastian are watching this happening. This is humiliation. "You can't be on that vacuum for long!" He sneered at you, further hissing at you but still not doing anything. "I know. That's why I'm enjoying this while I can," a smug cat-like smile appears on your face.

___

After quite some time of torture(for Nyen), you finally get off the vacuum by Luther's command and now you're currently trying to butter Nyen up from the incident because he's giving you the violent treatment.

"Nyen~ Look at me!~" You meowed out in a whine as you try to latch onto his back with a hug. However Nyen was not having it so he yelled at you while baring his claws.. as in threatening you with a knife, "Go away!!" You whine out more with a loud mewl as you trace your sharp black nails across his back and arm gently, "I'm sorry~ I won't do it again~" He smacked you over the head harshly but it's not enough to really hurt you, "Stop lying!"

You just chuckled at him and wrap your arms around his waist, not minding the knife in his hands. Even if he stabbed you, you won't really die anyways and he'll have difficulty too target your face by the position you both are in. Nyen decided to give up for now and decided to smoke. At least he knows that him smoking can annoy just a tad bit.

And that's that. Silence then lingers between those two as they don't even bother to make a conversation to each other, except for a few banters and quick remarks of course.

"I should do that more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

#is this what you want #ranfren #nyen #nyen catman #randal’s friends #ranfren nyen #I can't write #request more if you like #Sincerely sewer rat #x reader #ranfren x reader #nyen x reader

[britcision]

Sometimes the whole entire story changes the second you ask how the random background NPCs got to where they are and why they’re doing whatever stock background thing they’re doing

This is called adding depth and happens when you stop thinking of background characters as objects and let them be people

It is also the sweet innocent disguise of overthinking and oh boy it is a fucking trap and still a very good time

#writing tips #writing advice #seriously give your world depth #think about why the background does what it dows #sometimes it’s just turtles all the way down #sometimes there are secret alligator sewer nuns

[izurathespookyskeleton]

Late as hell but here’s to another year of surviving in the Stobotnik fandom!🔥(and just a lil coffee guy from some time ago hehe<333)

just btw I’ve been writing for this fandom since summer 2022 and just got started on editing all the fics I have in my notes/docs… got some coming up :3

#stobotnik #fanfic #agent stone #dr robotnik #jimbotnik #I was a little pussy for months #almost 2 years of surviving in this fandom 💔 #I still gotta learn a bit abt tumblr… #I literally counted I have 20 fics in my docs… #writing #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie #i apologize for keeping all these to myself #been stalking and lurking in this fandom like a sewer rat #i love agent stone #<3

[cleric4vampire]

Aun (Durge) and Enver on a rooftop somewhere in Lower City, 1477 D.R.

I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer. (from Heaven by Mieko Kawakami)

#zoom into their faces and wail with me #it's still early days. gortash hasn't earned his flames yet #durgetash #gortash #durge #bg3 #oc: embrace!aun #They look very sweet but this happens during/after the events of Blood in Baldur's Gate. Aun just got done serial killing 💀 and was #running around in the sewers. She runs into Enver who she hasn't seen in two years (they had met under strange circumstances #and spent six weeks of the summer together before having to part). They don't have time to chat in the sewer and go their seperate ways. #Though neither said a word to the other - #they both end up at this dilapitated building where they spent of their time together that one summer. #(Have yet to decide who is there first.) #They spend another night on this rooftop together - looking out at the city - right on the cusp of *everything* changing. #I'm writing a proper thing about it but I got too excited I had to draw something #gortash x embrace!aun #my art

[jacksprostate]

It happens in Paper Street. Tyler is still gone. The building is oozing with monkeys, but on the upper floors where Tyler and I sleep, I am alone.

I am not alone.

There is two of me. I don't have a twin.

If there's two of me, then there might be two of Tyler.

Tyler would probably think killing myself to monopolize him and his clone is a step closer to bottom.

If there's not two Tylers, I have to kill him anyway.

All of this becomes clear to me in the time it takes for my clone to stare at me and shake his head and get his shit together.

I play it cool. I am so ZEN, he will not realize when I reach over to crush his windpipe.

I say, hey. This is weird.

"Yeah," he says, and my voice is way too loud coming from him. I don't like it. He needs to shut the fuck up. "Is Tyler here?"

I ask him, do you think Tyler would know why the universe broke? I ask him like he's asked me if Tyler would like to take a nice little shopping trip through the local designer stores and pay off the companies' tax breaks by giving hundreds to their check out charity.

I think Tyler would know why the universe broke, of course. He'd be the one to break it. Maybe this is another one of Tyler's little tests. This new version of me seems less certain of that fact, more like he's looking for his daddy's coattails, and now I really can't wait to punch his teeth out of his skull. He doesn't have the hole in his cheek, and I can see him watching it wink when I talk. He looks like a jealous rat.

We must both be Joe's Clenching Bowels.

I ask him, do you think we're different? Maybe there's a butterfly effect. Parallel universes. There has to be a reason he's so pathetic.

"I'm sure we are," he says, like he's telling his boss about sawing cross tips into bullets. Touching.

How'd you meet Tyler?

"On the plane. He gave me his number. Called him after my condo blew up."

I smile. I met him on a nude beach. He gave me his number. I called him after my condo blew up. Every word after nude turns my copy's face a bit ruddy, little tectonic nudges to the ring of fire.

"What were you doing on a nude beach?" he spits. "Gargling your boss's balls?"

Watching Tyler. Naked and sweaty, muscles flexing as he pulled around driftwood and pilings to sit in his own hand of perfection. I know I sound like a priest that wants to keep God for himself. I am.

"You're a fag," he says.

I think of my birthmark on my foot. I think of Tyler. I think of Marla. I think of how stupid this version of me is, to pretend he wouldn't get on his knees just for the chance of a taste of Tyler. Is that not how he got the kiss I can see on his hand? His Tyler must have had to lower his standards.

Best not to accuse others of things you're guilty of, I say. I'm willing to face any number of uncomfortable truths if it will get rid of him, I realize.

He's flustered. "No, no, it's not —" he waves his hands. "It's not like that with me and him. No."

Yes it is. It's not love as in caring, sure.

I step closer.

It's property as in ownership.

This must be why Tyler likes it. I see myself wither like a guy kicked in the balls on the first night he attends fight club.

I could be over that table every night for Tyler, I say. You would just be jealous. Just like you're jealous of Marla. Of that one pretty kid you probably pummeled into the ground too. Or did you not even have the balls for that?

Eliminate the competition. Face the truth only to drive it deeper into this jammed copy of myself. Win Tyler's affections. I have already seen the bones in my yard, I can tell, he has not.

One of us is committed. I pull my human sacrifices out of my pocket, throw them at him. One of us wants this. I get in his stupid face.

It's not you.

He swings at me, I'm fighting to the death.

"Tyler isn't here, is he?" he taunts me.

"Tyler left you."

"He doesn't want you anymore."

All things true, but maybe not once I kill you.

I am the abandoned dog, performing tricks so its owner will come home. I am myself, calling my father and telling him about graduating college, like it means fuck all to him. I am myself, pushing onto that next step on his list, anyway. Tyler's my new list, and he wants murder. I've known it. I'll face it.

He gets me in a headlock, hits me over and over, opening up that hole in my cheek. I go limp, drag him down, flip him over myself and grab his throat. I slam his head into the ground. It's soft, moldy wood, not concrete, so I have to start squeezing, instead.

Death will commence in five.

Five, four.

He's gasping, slamming his palm into my nose, breaking it over and over.

Four, three.

Three, two.

His body is shaking under mine. Seizing. He has the primordial strength of a man about to die, and I have the primordial strength of a man about to live.

Death will commence in two.

His eyes are rolling back. I can feel his throat giving in.

No more chance for breaths. It crumbles beneath my hands like the ribcage of a hummingbird.

No chances for evacuation.

Death commences.

Now.

On the upper floors of Paper Street, I am alone.

#fight club #my writing #book narrator vs movie narrator.... book narrator is more Committed imo #battle of the sewer rats #i prefer to avoid using slurs in my writing but I think at least one is literally entirely unavoidable with the narrator meeting himself #the book is also a lot darker overall. sorry movie narrator you never stood a chance this rat is larger than you #in case it isnt obvious though 99% of the book narrators thoughts are entirely and totally hypocritical #which is what makes this very funny to me #this is a silly lunch doodle for me basically #so dont take it too seriously

[tacagen]

ah yes. agent bishop, a well-known wedding enjoyer.

#dude i laughed so hard when i first saw the episode #why didnt they fucking put ch'rell with the same approving smile there as well. would be on the same level of surrealness. #did they like. straight up forgot the fucker's still extremely xenophobic and immoral back in 21st century after writing ff or #agent bishop #agent john bishop #tmnt bishop #tmnt 2003 #tmnt back to the sewers #tmnt btts #tmnt

[theghostisametaphor]

No wait, this works. Power of friendship beats the narrative, the narrative beats isolation (because it pulls you into the story), and isolation beats the power of friendship (bc your friends can't help if you isolate yourself).

#a voice echoing from a sewer #writing

[bluejay-makes]

pj party

#its like 4 pm in this image they have awful work schedules #ones a sewer inspector the others a line cook and smuggler #and theyre gay and trans so write that down #uriah #pascal #art #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital art #ocs #dungeons and dragons #dnd #drawing meme #pajamas

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Simon tries very hard to keep Ghost from coming home to you. Ghost has no place in your arms, in your shared bed or your bright apartment.

But sometimes Ghost clings to him. Sometimes the mission went on too long, was too intense and Ghost clings to him like an annoying tick that you can't get off without leaving the head in.

You know that it's hard for him. You know how much he tries to shake off the gruffness and distance he carefully builds up for missions. And you don't mind. Sometimes Simon's shadow, entereing your home with him, is Ghost shaped.

But Simon doesn't like it. Doesn't want to taint your light with Ghost, doesn't want to be anything than his best for you.

So you both found easy ways to convey when he is more Ghost than Simon. When he comes home and talks to you in short commands. When he comes home and flinches when you touch him without warning. He doesn't mean to. He knows you would never hurt him, but it happens anyway.

You started calling him Ghost when he's still in that mindset. And the shock of hearing your sweet voice use his callsign is enough to startle Simon back into existence.

He comes home, tired and weary, throws his bag into the corner and bangs his fist against the front door. Pent up, angry, aggressive, the adrenaline followed him home.

He hears your naked feet on the floor and sharpy turns around. He sees you, but can't shake off Ghost. You can see it in his stance and in his eyes, the rest of him hidden behind the mask.

He wants to tell you that he's back home but it's not Simon speaking when he says: "Mission complete." You smile, a timid, small thing. It tugs on Simons heartstrings. How much he missed your smile.

You take a step forward and see his stance get more defensive. The way your gaze softens even more cracks something inside of him.

"Welcome home, Ghost.", you say and he stills. Like a statue he stands before you and closes his eyes slowly. Deliberately keeping them closed long enough that if you wanted to you could hurt him. But you don't.

When he opens his eyes Ghost is gone. "Hi, sweetheart. Missed you. Missed you so damn much."

And you rush forward into his arms, wrapping yourself around him, protecting him from the cold and harsh reality of his life.

"I love you, Simon." It sounds so easy when you say it. As if loving him is natural to you.

With your arms around him, he rips off his mask and hugs you tighter, burrows his head in your neck. "I love you too, darling."

#simon ghost riley #simon x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon riley fluss #reader x ghost #the sewer writes #cod simon riley #cod ghost x reader

[digenerate-trash]

So … I get you won’t do Yan Morgan BUT HEAR ME OUT

Instead of keeping the cannon use a minigun as in make Morgan a divorced father/mother instead of a smelly rat eater that way you can alter Morgan and make them different from the original.

In short terms:

E.X.T.R.A B.R.A.I.N CELLS

Dilf Morgan??? okay, you know what I'll figure this out.

-DILF Morgan who is very insistent on comparing you to their kid even though you look nothing like them and they are several years older than you.

-DILF Morgan. who looks surprisingly good for his age, but his vibes are terrible he's very creepy and he smells like seaweed.

-DILF Morgan who insists on making sure that you get home safe by giving you care rides but also insists on a hug or kiss as payment for those car rides.

-DILF Morgan who is always out at the park. you can sometimes run into him on your weekends and he'll sit and talk with you for a while. Makeing sure to make his life sound as pathetic as possible so you feel bad for him.

-DILF Morgan who keeps insisting you join him for walks around the park or strolls along the beach. he's not a bad guy. Why don't you just listen to him? he knows more than you after all.

-DILF Morgan who would rather choke than see you with anyone else ready to hiss and spit at people who approach you even your friends

-DILF Morgan, youre not even sure why you even indulge this creep it comes to a head when he tries to get you to call him "daddy"

-DILF Morgan, you know he's getting worse when day after day he's making sure you're as close as possible to him. he rubs your shoulders when you're alone. he spends his time at the park trying to "tease" you but it's overtly sexual and upsetting.

-DILF Morgan, he's got no respect for your boundaries and when you get into his car to get a ride back to the orphanage he doesn't bring you there instead he stops outside of an unfamiliar house and you fight him when he drags you inside.

-DILF Morgan. he's never been this cold or quiet. it feels like he's trying to scare you as he pulls you through a stark empty home with nothing on the walls.

-DILF Morgan who slaps you whenever you make a sound. who breaks your legs when you try to leave. who crushes your ribs with his hands when he feels disrespected and takes pieces of you away when you refuse to play with him.

-Killer Morgan. turns out he never had a kid.

#trash writes #morgan the sewer dweller #yan dol #yandere #tw abuse #tw daddy #tw serial killers

[sewercl0wn]

Antagonists, anti-heroes, and villains: A how-to (part 1)

Antagonists are what arguably drive a story. From facilitating conflict and plot progression, to defining and shaping the protagonist. A well written villain could turn your story from meh to unforgettable.

manipulation_.

Good and bad isn’t black and white. A well written villain will bring intrigue to their points and make them appeal, even if you don’t directly support them.

For example, 1984 by George Orwell was greatly improved thanks to O’Brien - while I don’t think he is correct in anything he’s done, I was immersed in his reasonings and manipulative personality.

Taken from the book, I fully believe this following passage shows gaslighting and manipulative anti-heroes and the effect they have on the victim:

“...but the aim of this was simply to humiliate him and destroy his power of arguing and reasoning. Their real weapon was the merciless questioning that went on and on, hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him, twisting everything that he said, convicting him at every step of lies and self-contradiction until he began weeping as much from shame as from nervous fatigue. Sometimes he would weep half a dozen times in a single session. Most of the time they screamed abuse at him and threatened at every hesitation to deliver him over to the guards again; but sometimes they would suddenly change their tune, call him comrade, appeal to him in the name of Ingsoc and Big Brother, and ask him sorrowfully whether even now he had not enough loyalty to the Party left to make him wish to undo the evil he had done. When his nerves were in rags after hours of questioning, even this appeal could reduce him to snivelling tears. In the end the nagging voices broke him down more completely than the boots and fists of the guards. He became simply a mouth that uttered, a hand that signed, whatever was demanded of him. His sole concern was to find out what they wanted him to confess, and then confess it quickly, before the bullying started anew.”

Other examples include Mother Gothel from Tangled and Light Yagami from Death note

Knowing the importance of a manipulative character, here’s how to write one:

Seclusion. By secluding and isolating the victim from other influences that can counter the scheming tactics. By taking someone away from familiar settings and people, they are more vulnerable

Guilt tripping and (mildly) degrading comments. Even minor playful ‘jokes’ or ‘teasing’ can contribute. By making someone feel worse or making them feel in debt, they feel morally obligated to stick around. Some might call this ‘playing the victim card’ (Some manipulators might switch between victimizing themselves and being the bully. Whatever is most convenient at the time)

Trust. There has to be a level of trust between victim and the character before they make any moves. Someone is more likely to overlook manipulative advances from someone who has helped them, shared moments with them, etc,. The victim will logically be more likely to trust a friend more than a stranger.

Remember, this doesn’t always happen immediately. Manipulators may be skilled in their craft, but they aren’t magic. It can take take days, weeks, months, or even years for a character to manipulate their targets.

base it off real life_.

A realistic character is always more interesting that a 2d one. People have layers, caked upon each other. If you're having trouble to write your antagonist - base it off real life.

E.g. You want to write a clown serial killer, base it off The Joker from batman, or "Clown Killer Gacy" (John Wayne Gacy)

THIS ISN'T AN EXCUSE TO PLAGIARIZE! (And you don't wanna get sued from making it too similar to a real character) read this post to learn about how to avoid plagiarism

(tw: don't google this next guy if you're not comfortable w gore + murder)

All villains have motive, taking the example of Blake Leibel - he tortured and murdered his fiance because their newborn daughter was taking away all the attention, as well as stress from avoiding Russian mob bosses that were trying to get money back from his brother.

Analyze villains you like from your favourite books, animes and movies. Delve deep and do research!

this was long, so i’ll make more parts to this and link them here. hope this helps!

#writing #creative writing #writers block #Writing tips #writers #writers on tumblr #written #writeblr #writing help #writing prompt #writing life #your local sewer rat #writing inspiration #writing villains #writing characters #villians #antagonist #writing anti heroes #anti heroes

[sewinrat]

Can you do Randal x !escaping from an aggressive(attacking) stranger reader

ppleease

*Technically takes place in the 'pep in your step' video. Not proofread

The sound of rapid footsteps can be heard. You were running away from a stranger that just approached you and became aggressive so suddenly. You are now running away from them and they're chasing you. You cursed out the stranger mentally for ruining your day. When you're not paying attention, you accidentally stepped on a crushed pepsi can and slipped, "FUCK!"

You land on your knees and you hiss through your teeth as you can feel tiny sharp rocks leaving small cuts on your knees. Suddenly, you heard the bushes beside you rustling and you look towards it in anticipation, waiting for the stranger to popped out. However, instead of the stranger that you were running away from it's... Another stranger but with square glasses and medium length (orange-ish brown) hair.

"Eh?? It's a human!" He giggles insanely as you are still on the ground, this time confused at whoever he is. "What are you doing on the ground?? Do you like the taste of dirt too??" He continues on and he smiles at you with a big grin as he leans closer. You hesitated before you respond in quite desperate, "Uh no? Listen, I'm trying to get away from someone and I need to call the police! Do you know the nearest phone or station?" The boy laughs again weirdly and shook his head. "No~ but I got a better idea! Come to my house instead!" He offered.

Everytime he says something, he just makes you even more confused with his bizarre mannerisms. "Uhm why?" You tried asking as if that's gonna help. "You'll be safe I promise! You can be my new friend, plus Sebastian might have another human friend!" He offered like it's somehow a great deal. You are getting pretty annoyed by his shenanigans that you agreed. For some reason. I guess when you're bleeding out, you can become disoriented to think it over.

And that's how you got stuck in this situation. You have met Sebastian and both of you agreed that you both are currently unlucky. You also met Luther who immediately tells Randal to hand you some of his clothes because of how dirty you look but he also tries to show some sympathy. Not in a human way, more like in a pet kind of way. After all that, you're in a new set of clothes and are now laying down in a coffin as your 'bed' besides Randal's. You almost doze off until you felt Randal holds your hand. You know he has a cat-like smile while staring at you but you didn't because you had quite a long day.

"Heyy~ you never told me your name."

"It's [name]."

"Well, you are going to be my partner to play with from now on~"

"Great." You sigh in exasperation before laughing it off as you feel yourself slowly losing your mind. You both continue to hold hands in your sleep because he's not letting go that easily.

#i can't write randal well #he's an unpredictable rabid animal #ranfren #randal’s friends #ranfren x reader #x reader #randal ivory #ranfren randal #randal von ivory #request more if you like #Sincerely sewer rat #this was rushed I'm sorry

[umnitsa]

God can Larry Kline just-

Ughhhhhhh

I dunno how to describe how rough I want him to be with me.

Pouring gasoline on the fire

Summary: You teased Larry a bit too much and now have to deal with the consequences.

One shot, part of the Out of the frying pan, into the fire series. Just disconnected from the main story.

A/N: I don't even know, this ask just took me.

Pairing: Larry Kline x fem!Reader

CW: Oral (M receiving), degradation, dirty talk, Larry slaps you once <3

"You should not had teased me in a bad day, you little whore." Larry gritted through his teeth. His hand fisting your hair, he dragged you through the motel room; you whined, feeling yourself flooding your panties. "Now I'm gonna give you exact what you want."

You had your share of guilt, you had teased him, you just expected he would be in a better mood, he would receive it playfully. You didn't expect him to be so angry. But it wasn't a bad outcome... You didn't get to see this side of Larry enough.

He pulled you to your knees, besides the bed, and took his belt quickly, throwing it over the bed, then quickly opening his pants.

Larry held the base of his cock in front of your face, smiling down at you; he rubbed himself over your face. You looked at him wide eyed, your mouth half open, desperate for him to allow your touch.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Larry growled. "Showing your tits during that meeting, dropping everything on the floor and bending over... You weren't even wearing panties! Let's hope the representative didn't see how much of a needy slut you are."

You whined, licking your lips, and he smacked his cock, heavy and hard, against your cheek.

"You should start with my balls." He snarled, grabbing your hair and rubbing his face against him. You opened your mouth, eagerly licking between his balls. Larry sighs, pleased, pushing your face against him, his other hand moving on his shaft. "Don't worry, baby, I'd never share a treasure like you with that stuck-up old fart."

Larry pushed his cock into your mouth, holding your head. He started fucking your face, hard, just the way you like it. You looked up, your eyes filled with tears, and his expression changed. He had an intense expression, but a smile on his lips. He thrusted hard down your throat, but his fingertips slid ever so gently over your jaw, down your neck. He was doing it for your pleasure.

You moaned around him, gagging, and he pulled from you, leaving you breathless, on your knees. Larry tugged on your hair, making you stand up; he stopped and watched your breathing get more regular.

The slap was louder than it was painful, but the force of it made you turn and fall on the bed.

"Oh my god, baby, I'm sorry, I got carried on." He said softly, petting your hair, your face.

You turned to him, wide eyed, tears staining your cheeks, sweat, saliva and pre come drying on your chin.

"Green, Larry." Your voice sounded dreamy, almost unreal, as you invoked the code to inform him all was well, you wanted him to continue.

"Jesus Christ, woman." Larry grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, with a wide smile. "Needy slut. My favorite."

#mayor kline x reader #mayor kline smut #I think i am the first in this wild land #but damn #i love Cary Elwes and I can't help myself #come join me in the sewer #mayor of slutville #maycore #mayb writes