For that drawing of anti i did recently i used a female reference and kinda just went along with it and without realizing i made anti look kinda thicc and the amount of comments on it saying he is great lmao
by the way i’m working on a new series. just something i can add to during lunch and when i find little free times during/in between classes. hopefully it’ll be written in the next couple months, and maybe posted around thanksgiving or christmas??
bawson smut fic: prompt: “I can’t believe you talked me into this”
the lovely @mindykahling prompted me and this is what happened – originally, Mike and Ginny almost snuck into a pool so that fic is half written and I may end up finishing it anyway, cause why not? enjoy!
(dedicating this to @oddlyfamiliar because she’s great and deserves nice things <3)
“I can’t believe you talked me
The words are mumbled into her neck
as he sucks a mark that she will no doubt scold him for later. She giggles, glowing
They’d snuck out of the celebration,
the Padres had finally won the World Series, Mike Lawson was the proud owner of his hard-earned ring and was going to be making the announcement of his retirement from
baseball next week.
All of this was wonderful and what he
had been working towards his entire career but at the moment, he was far more gratified
by the whimpers he was coaxing out of the pitcher in his arms.
Since they got together they had been incredibly diligent to never cross a line anywhere they could get caught: never in public, never at Petco, even kept to themselves at away games. They didn’t so much as sneak a kiss over the course of the past two years. Mike figures with the season over and his retirement coming up so soon, Ginny decided to throw caution to the wind. Mike is having just a bit of trouble reconciling their usual strict rules with Ginny’s new found enthusiasm for exhibitionism.
“I barely talked you into it, it
was more of a suggestion which you happily agreed with, old man,” her voice is a
little hoarse and his hands tighten around her. They should not be doing this, this was not the time for them to out themselves.
“You’ve corrupted me,
rookie,” he works his way up her neck to plant kisses into her open mouth,
sweet and tangy from the cocktails she’d had.
Ginny’s body is loose and pliant against
his, she’s half leaning against the wall, half against him. She grinds into his hips, making his teeth clench and his patience wane.
She’d said she’d wanted to show him
something privately, a “retirement gift” of sorts, but the look on her face was
more than telling, enough for Mike to be suspicious of her motives. Turns out, she wanted to show him the lack of panties under her dress; she’d grabbed his hands and laid them on her ass, letting him feel where she was bare under the sheer fabric. Mike barely had the strength not to press her up against the wall and have his way
with her then and there, celebration and hoards of people be damned.
They were secluded but not hidden and
there was still a small voice in the back of his head that was worried about
getting caught. However, that voice was growing weaker and weaker the more he lost
himself in Ginny’s arms.
She gets impatient and grabs his hand, shoving it
under her dress and pressing him where she needs him. He gasps as he feels how wet she is,
her thighs sticky and glorious. His head almost knocks into hers as she shudders.
“Please, Mike,” she’s
begging and her voice is so wonderfully desperate in his ear. She’s rocking into his hand
and he caresses her because how could he not? She moans a little too loudly
when he thrusts two of his fingers into her; he brings his unoccupied hand
up to cover her mouth. He stills the hand between her legs and waits for her to
look at him.
Ginny always gets quickly lost in her
pleasure with him. He’d asked once if it had been like that with her other partners, because it’s like as soon he’s between her legs she forgets where she is and has barely any control over her
body and the sounds she makes. The first time he
ate her out her thighs had clamped so hard around his head his ears had rung
for minutes afterwards and she’d scratched his back so badly she’d needed to
put band-aids on a few of the marks she’d left behind. She’d been embarrassed
but Mike had been entranced, grateful, turned on, proud, completely and utterly in love.
She’d admitted she’d never
experienced sex like she does with him. Ginny had explained that
with him, she didn’t need to hold tight to her control because he made her feel safe and
adored. That subsequently led to him making love to her slowly and passionately; not
only to demonstrate his willingness in keeping her safe but to ground himself
as well. She’d always overwhelmed him, but hearing out
loud that he was the only one to make her lose her mind was devastating in the best way.
Mike found such comfort in her body and was ecstatic that she felt the same that he’d wanted to show her he cherished what she allowed him and would never take it
His palm is soaked and he presses himself, hard and hot, into her and he wishes they were anywhere else. He can imagine
so perfectly what it feels like to be inside her it takes everything he has to
wait until she looks at him. When she finally meets his eyes, coming out of her
haze, he smiles down at her, dropping the hand that was over her mouth and chuckling at the disgruntled look on her
face. When she tries to rock her hips again, he moves to pull his hand away from between her legs but she grabs his arm, keeping him in place.
God, he loves how unashamed she is in
how much she wants him. It makes him feel shaky, makes his chest puff out
and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up; makes him want to worship her
for as long as he can, as much as he can, whenever he can.
“Two choices, Baker,” he
watches as she squirms against him, eager and frustrated at his lack of movement,
“we leave right now, I take you home and make you forget your own name,
or we go back out to the party and continue to celebrate our win. Your
choice.” He selfishly rubs the heel of his hand into her, letting her know
She gasps and tries to chase the
feeling but he stills his hand again. She takes a few deep breaths and rolls
her shoulders. He’s completely unprepared when she smirks at him, pulls his hand out
from her dress and sucks at the two fingers that were inside her, licking her wetness
off him and moaning a little.
He almost falls over.
She drops his hand, rights her dress
as best she can and steps around him, leaning up to his ear, hot breath
washing over him and he shivers involuntarily.
“Meet you at the car in 5,”
and with that, she walks down the hallway, head held proud and unashamed. Mike watches as she throws a look over
her shoulder that makes him grin widely.
He takes a moment to gather himself,
licks his hand just because he can and dashes after her.
Thank you for all your support!!! >v<!!
You are all precious cinnamon rolls!! *hugs everyone*
I’ve seen people doing this, and I think that it’s a good way to brush up my skills!! So this activity is open to the HXH FANDOM.
Just reblog this with your preferred HxH character/ships! Details are good too!(what are they doing, where, bad pun ideas, imagine ur otp..) if not then…a random hxh character/ship haha
(4 character limit! If you want PT stuff I guess u could divide them into multiple ships:trouble trio,Feikallu…)
Reblogs before 1st of July will be valid! I might be slow in drawing tho…so please be patient!
1. No NSFW/Gore
2. I’m uncomfortable with certain ships/stuff, so if its making me uncomfortable…I might alter it a bit/drop a msg :D
3.Mild romance between ships are great!
(depends on the ship! Like leopika,merukomu hah)
I’ll add rules if there is more…but I guess that’s all for now!! Thank you!!!!! >:3c
Okay, so I saw this headcanon about demons copying Alcor and got super excited and meant to write a short drabble or something. It is now 7169 words, and Bentley got involved (because Bentley is amazing)