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ashes-writing · 2 years

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I know you have thots on Billy Loomis and I would like to know what they are (headcanon request; you can go spicy if you like 🔥) 😜

AHHH OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. But like also.. I wanna warn you now, this one got kind of.. well.. dark. Spicy, yes.. But also, dark. So, please feel free to skip out if anything I mention in the warnings is a hard no.

Again, thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart! I actually had fun playing around with this, despite the fact that it does get a little darker than most of the things I've written. Again.. If after reading the warning section you feel like this isn't for you, please don't feel like you're obligated to read.

This is not meant for minors, so minors, don't you fucking dare. Also if you're not into somnophilia, mentions of blood (period sex / blood kink), corruption kink / deflowering kink, vague hints of obsessive / possessive tendencies, pain kink, body fluids, biting / marking, voyeurism, mentions of possessiveness that might lend to m*rder choking / asphyxiation and spit you are not going to wanna read any further.

Tag List; Uh.. see, what happened was that there's nobody on my tag list for horror movies and stuff, and given the nature of what I laid out here, I uh.. Kinda felt like it was safer not to tag anybody without asking. But.. If you'd like to be on my tag list, please, by all means... Click the link below.

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✯ Bisexual af. Billy Loomis is bisexual af. I strongly believe that Billy and Stu had a little something going on behind the scenes. Or that if they didn’t, he at very least had entertained the idea and maybe even certain fantasies about his best friend Stu. He’s also still kind of dealing with / struggling with the fact that he is attracted to men and women, so yeah… Just putting that out there. This is something I've come to firmly believe about him. He's bisexual but he isn't quite comfortable knowing so. There are just certain things he does, there's a certain way he and Stu act together in some scenes of the movie that in the back of my mind always kind of made me think... Hmmm. There has to be more between these two idiots.

✯ Corruption / deflowering kink. I say this because the proof is right there in the movie with the way he lords it over Sydney that they either did or nearly hooked up. I feel like if he knew you were offering up your virginity it would absolutely make him go feral. The question is, after reading the rest of this little list… Do you really want him to? Because it’s… a little bit of a wild ride.

✯ Relentless with the teasing. R E L E N T L E S S. Also doesn’t care where you happen to be when it’s started bc he knows it’ll be finished. Whether it’s in a private corner of wherever you happen to be at the moment the mood strikes, the backseat of his car / your car, your room when he sneaks in at night.

✯ Somnophilia. If he knew you were down for letting him ‘use you’ while you’re sleeping and he’s laying there having gotten himself all good and worked up watching you toss and turn or the little sounds you make, oh my god. Ugh.. He’d be all over doing it in a heartbeat.

✯ His jealous streak, oh my god. Listen, this man is absolutely possessive / territorial af. We won’t talk about what he’ll do to the other person he feels is competition -another story for another day bc unaliving / murder and that’s not what you asked for and I’m trying to keep this lighter? Anyway..- Let me just say this. When he gets you somewhere private, he’s going to show you exactly who you belong to. You will be covered in handprints, bites, hickies, you name it. And he’ll keep going until your legs are shaking and you can’t form a coherent thought. The more you beg him to stop and let you recover the more he’ll insist you have ‘one more’ in you and persuade you to keep going for him. The jealous streak takes over and he’s only worried about one thing… How many times you scream for him and not the other person - who he’s either already dealt with privately in a gruesome way or will deal with privately and in a gruesome way - .. So.. Possessive as fuck.

✯ The possessive streak extends to protecting the shit out of you too. If he were to catch someone slipping something into your drink (I knowwww this isn’t dirty and you wanted my thots but I can’t resist, okay? I cannnnt.) he would not wait to address it privately, he’d start a fucking brawl right then and there that would inevitably end with Billy making them drink the spiked substance.

✯ Do.Not.Play. with this man. His anger is scary as hell and knows no bounds. I feel like this needs to be said despite the nature of the ask. Don’t pursue him because you think you want a bad boy because if you fuck around, you will find out. If he catches feelings, he gets way attached. And he’ll stop at nothing to keep you to himself. It’s a bit on the obsessive side and honestly, you should be worried. So please, for the love of God and all that’s holy just don’t play with him if you’re not prepared for the intensity he brings to the table.

✯ Okay, I’m done with the maternal warnings I feel I need to give you precious babes about this man, let’s get back to it… Billy Loomis loves pain. He loves to give/dish it out BUT… he loves to receive it most of all. So if you were to say… Take over… Bite him, slap him in the heat of the moment, pull his hair really hard, scratch hard enough to almost draw blood to the surface of his skin, holy shit. He’ll be putty in your hands.

✯ If he’s caught in the act he’s not stopping because he gets off on being watched. And if he finds out you’re into it too? Oh my goddddd.

✯ He is very charming. Very persuasive. The kind of guy who will smoothly talk you out of your clothes before you even realize that he’s done it. He’ll get you agreeing to God only knows what before you realize it, oh my god.

✯ Despite all of the above he would never ever take advantage of you against your will. He’ll only do exactly what he knows you want / can handle. It’s hard to restrain himself sometimes but he manages. Barely, but I digress. Consent is huge for him, as is trust. (For example, the way he reacted when Sydney rightfully suspected him of the murders, ya know.. He walked away angry and hurt). So.. if you guys do get up to any one of his numerous kinks, he will tell you to come up with a stop word and if you say it, everything comes to a grinding halt.

✯ He teeters on the fine line of being a switch. He’s dominant for the most part but he does possess sub tendencies on occasion. No mistakes made, he’s primarily dominant but, but.. It’s mostly out of habit/expectation and a slight huge discomfort at not being in control / handling the side of himself that wants to take it like a good little boy. SO… if you really want him to be putty in your hands, take control once in a while.

✯ Thinks it’s sexy to spit in his partner’s mouth. Will only do it if you’re into it or it’s something you want.

✯ Has a secret stash of Polaroids in his room of you/his partner of choice in various states of orgasmic bliss, all fucked out and practically drooling and they’re like trophies to him. Nobody is allowed to see/touch them but him and he uses them often to ahem… Take care of things on his own when the need arises.

✯ For all the ladies out there - vagina owners or otherwise.. Period sex. That is all. The guy isn’t afraid of a little blood, I mean… C’mon.

✯ Speaking of blood. He has a bit of a blood kink.

✯ Loves the idea of erotic asphyxiation. Loves the sensation of cumming while something’s on his throat and cutting his breath even shorter.

✯ Speaking of choking… The space between his thumb and index finger should bear the tattoo “Your throat here” because the guy fucking loves to choke in the heat of the moment. But again, only if you’re into it.

✯ Surprisingly, he’s very very good at aftercare. Very gentle, especially if this isn’t just a one time thing between you two. Will hold you, help you get dressed / take shower with you, etc.

✯ Very into the way certain body fluids look splashed across certain parts of your body. Absolutely fucking loves it. Also likes the way you/his partners moan when he pushes his fingers into their mouth after he’s done using them on you/his partners. Probably has a photo or two of this in his little trophy box.

✯ Dirty talk, oh my god. And the man is absolutely the filthiest at it.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Hi seb!! can’t sleep so I’m just thinking about being with sub!bob, sub!bradley, and sub!jake

they’re all naked and on their knees, lined up in a row with their hands tied behind their back. you make each of them suck on your strap, and whoever does it the sloppiest gets pegged 😵‍💫

hi my dear anon!! hghhhhhhh they do be on our minds. they would just be three perfect little play things <33

the notion that you’re there to use their cocks as you please drives them all feral for your praise and they’ll give you the sloppiest head known to man. it’s a hard decision, but i believe jake can give the best sloppy head as much as he likes getting it.

thank you so much for this thot my dear anon!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw

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dumbgothbunny · 2 years

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Another Steven Grant thot bc I can’t stop thinking about him; imagine he wakes up one night after a wet dream about you and he can’t go back to sleep bc he wants to eat your pussy so badly like he was in his dream and Marc’s trying to convince him to go back to sleep but Jakes laughing at how pussy drunk Stevens acting n thinking but eventually Steven gets the courage to just take ur night clothes down and eat you out like a feral man, and if you tried to pull his face away he would groan in annoyance before mumbling against your pussy how he needed to

Ahhh! And you’re a tad frantic. “H-hold on! S-Steven wait!” And he grunts into your cunt and looks up at you “what” “I -I “ and he just rolls his eyes and starts back up.

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shig-a-shig-ah · 2 years

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Horny shig thots! The ‘broke and roughing it’ days of the lov has so much potential for accidental intimacy with our dear leader. Being on the run, cramped quarters, sharing sleeping spaces to keep warm.

Just thinking of Tomura and reader not in a relationship yet but pining hard during this time and constantly having accidental moments of being pressed up against each other. Ending up on his lap in the getaway car, being squished against him hiding in an alley, winding up pushed against him in the tiny sleeping spot the league is crammed into.

Both of you getting more and more worked up with every incident but constantly being surrounded by the rest of the league, so you’re trying hard to resist but you’re both about to snap.

Oh my god oh my god yes 🥴

I love it too because it’s so easy to imagine Shig just getting more and more irritable. Constantly grinding his molars in frustration because it’s like every time he turns around there you are shoved up against him, driving him absolutely crazy in a way he can’t do anything about when there’s not a single ounce of privacy. Until one night he just loses it. Starts kicking everyone awake and growling for them to get the fuck out and yeah, it’s the middle of the night and it’s freezing out but everyone knows better than complain or argue when he has that feral look in his eye. And you’re scrambling to your feet ready to follow them all out into the cold, but before you can he’s barring your path with one arm and spitting between clenched teeth, ‘Not you.’

#you really do have some of the best shigaraki thoughts #gonna daydream about this now while i’m grocery shopping #lorlocks #ghuleh.answers

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ronnieiswriting · 3 years

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Sweet Dreams- Boxer!Paz x Baker!Freader

Inspired by the events of Foul (following straight after) and the Boxer Din AU created and written by the wonderful, amazing, brilliantly talented @djarinsbeskar! WC: 1,641 Tags: 18+, mentions of smut, its a smutty AU ya'll know the drill, sickeningly sweet fluff I have been driven to write this to deal with all my Paz thots- it will become very clear that I make up for the fact that I can't write hot smut by writing the softest shit. Excuse the lack of editing, also, its quite the mess x

After Din had stormed off with his “not-girlfriend” at Avika, Paz was more than ready to go home right then and there, thoroughly unwanting to deal with the feral frenzy that Din had stirred up in and out the ring. But there was no doubt that there would be more calls for blood. And even if that weren’t the case- even if Din wasn’t on the lists tonight- Paz had to stay.

It was his job after all. And one he enjoyed more often than not.

But when he thought about you, Paz’s priorities became trivial- like dust in the wind.

He hadn’t been dating you for long but he already knew that he was in deep. To Paz, you were the one that hung the stars in the sky; you, a hardworking baker with a smile that made his heart ache and hips that made his cock twitch. It was love, the realest he’d ever found, and every day he swore his gratitude to whatever force had sent him to you.

It was almost a taunt to watch Din leave Avika with his “not-girlfriend” tucked into his side- he’d been disqualified from any more fights that night but he couldn’t look any less content about it- when Paz had to stay behind with nothing but the thoughts of you waiting for him back at his place to keep him company.

To pass a bit of time between the words that were being exchanged between Boba and Din’s opponent’s trainer, Paz checked his phone- his mood instantly brightened when he saw a notification from you.

From: Sugar Cookie💖

Hey babe, I just got home. Did you feed Kitty yet? He’s begging me for food rn but I know he’s probs got a full belly and is just being a little gobble guts lol. sent 4:13am

I gave him a tinyyy bit of kibble to hold him over in case you didn’t. Kitty knows I can’t resist him. Sorry for messaging you at work btw. I know you’re busy xx Love you xx sent 4:19am

Paz checked the current time. 5:30am. Shit. He must’ve missed the buzz of the notification amidst the chaos. Usually, your shifts at the bakery ended closer to midnight but he knew you to be a hard worker, proud of the bakery you ran by yourself, and always likely to get caught up in a task until it was done to a high standard. It was just another thing for Paz to love about you.

His thumbs hovered over the reply box; you had probably already gone to bed, exhausted from your own long day of work. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb you but he pushed past that doubt a second later, typing out a response, softened when he reread your messages about his kitten.

“Vizsla!” Boba’s voice pulled him back into reality. “Are you listening at all? This does concern you.”

Paz managed an easy half-lie, fingers tapping away as he switched contacts and began typing another message, “I’m sending Din a text- trying to figure out what started all this.”

…

When Paz finally did get home it was pushing 8am. Expecting to find you curled up in his bed, comfortably asleep, he was shocked to see you as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. You were propped up against a wall of cushions on his couch with a book resting in your lap and his kitten snoozing on your chest. Head thrown back and peacefully still, he could tell you were fast asleep.

Just the sight of you, the shape of your body outlined by the drape of the blanket that was thrown over you, your features illuminated by the warm light of the lamp, the splay of your hair over the pillows- just looking at you relieved him of so much of the stress he had carried home. His eyes traced over your form, picking out the dip and curve of your hips, and he was struck again with the amount of love he had for you. He still couldn’t believe how quickly he had developed such deep feelings for you but that fact made them no less sincere. The softness and simple intimacy (whether that be primarily sexual or emotional) that your company alone promised never ceased to amaze him.

Trying to be as quiet as he could manage, Paz shut the door behind him, put his backpack down by the door, and crossed the room to kneel down at your side. He considered leaving you there for the rest of the night- if he did he could go take a nap and then come back and wake you up by eating you out before making you breakfast- but ultimately he wanted to, needed to sleep next to you… and he couldn’t manage that on the couch.

He got the best sleep when you stayed the night, your chest made a far better pillow and your arms though relatively small provided him with so much warmth that he would be more than content to sleep without any covers (which happened sometimes when you hoarded the blankets).

Paz let out a silent sigh and reached out to stroke the hair away from your face. You stirred in response and he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose, “Hey, baby, it’s just me.”

You let out a soft moan, eyes scrunching up before blinking open, looking up at him blearily, “Paz~”

His heart could have burst at the sound of your gentle voice laden with sleep. Carefully so as not to disturb your place, Paz eased the book from your fingers. The exhaustion was palpable on your face, the weight of many hours of work pulling at the edges of your eyes. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

You eased yourself up on the cushions, one hand bracing the kitten against your chest. “I wanted to stay up for you. I didn’t mean to doze off.” Fuck. Paz was slipping his arms under you faster than you could process and when he stood you were tucked against his chest, kitten, blanket and all. You didn’t even seem bothered by the shift, curling your fingers into the neckline of his shirt. The simple touch drove him wild- the burn of your warm skin against his throat like a blowtorch- and the fact that you seemed oblivious to that only made him ache for you more.

When he had gotten you halfway to the bedroom you spoke again in that voice that threatened sleep, “I would've been able to stay up for you if I didn’t have to spend three hours on a last minute order for a wedding cake.”

Paz opened the door with his hip. “You don’t have to say yes to every job you know.”

“I know- but the couple was so sweet, I couldn’t say no. Plus they paid me double and half on top because of the short notice.”

He laid you out on the bed and replaced the throw blanket with his thick quilt, kitten moving to curl up beside your head on the pillow. The comfortable setting was luring you quickly to sleep again but you were still determined to see him next to you before you shut your eyes again fully. When he didn’t immediately join you, you frowned.

Paz eased the crease in your brow with a kiss there, “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I just gotta take a shower.” He could have skipped one for now, knowing you wouldn’t protest his sweaty skin, but he wanted to be rid of the flecks of blood that had stuck to him, everything that had stuck to him from that ring, before he touched you. You started to protest but Paz silenced you with a searing kiss to your lips, “I won’t be long, I promise.”

If he had thought you would be back asleep by the time he finished he was fooling himself. You scooched backwards on the mattress and petted the space you made in front, “come here.”

Paz went willingly, instantly. He eased back the covers and shuffled in next to you, clad only in a pair of boxers, hands instantly finding your skin to greedily palm the warmth that radiated from you. You cozied up to him just as naturally, arms wrapping around his neck so that he could tuck his face against the crook of your neck. With the covers pulled over the both of you, Paz felt surrounded by your presence and it calmed any remaining stress he had.

Although he had reprimanded Din for taking a violent approach to defending a woman’s honor, Paz couldn’t deny the fact that he’d be just as likely to take a similar action if anyone spoke about you like that- just thinking about those vile, entitled words directed at you made his jaw clench subconsciously. And yet just as soon as that anger stirred up in him, it dissipated again, soothed by the thump of your heart against his chest and the delicate fan of air you puffed over his damp skin.

He was reminded of the first time he told you he loved you; not long ago, in the middle of a good hard fuck when he had you by the hip, lost in the emotion of your eyes to the point where his confession had come out as a babble that became a mantra that he punctuated with each thrust of his hips. You had been on the verge of tears then, overstimulated and shaking, when you returned the words to him from your own lips: I love you too.

“I love you.” Paz whispered.

You snuggled against him tighter, a sleepy sigh escaping you when his hands ran up and down your sides. “I love you too.”

#the mandolorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #paz vizla au #paz vizla #paz vizsla #paz vizla x reader #paz vizla x you #paz viszla #paz x reader #paz vizsla x reader #the mandalorian modern au #boxer!paz #baker!reader #boxer au #ronnie's actual writing

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thirstyandbeautiful · 3 years

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Our Dirty Secret, Pt. 6 daddy

PART ONE ~ PART TWO ~ PART THREE ~ PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SEVEN

Fuck me mate im so nervous. im leaving today

Lando Norris: I thot they were getting on bettr

They are. I’m just nervous to leave them alone together

you didnt see them that day. They were ready to kill each other

Lando Norris: Wats the worse tht can happen

Please don’t make me think about it

Daniel had been really excited, elated really to finally have summer break come. But now that it was here, and you were all back in Australia, he realized that you were all back on the farm, in Australia. You and Michael, living with him in the middle of nowhere land.

Which would’ve been fine if he didn’t constantly have the nagging feeling that he was living with two feral animals ready to rip each other to shreds at any moment.

And that probably wouldn’t even had bothered him much, he loved his little dysfunctional work family. At this point, it was something he was used to supervising. But he really wanted to go see his family, and they wanted to see him. In a rush of excitement during a FaceTime call, they’d invited him for a few days away on a family holiday a few hours from Perth. And of course, he wasn’t going to turn that down.

But now it meant that the two of you would be left unsupervised.

Blood, they’re gonna end up drawing blood. I can see it now-

Fair to what Lando had mentioned, the two of you had been better as of late. Ever since the huge blow up, you both seemed to be a bit more calmed down. You had been sad for a bit, maybe a bit more distanced, but Daniel had been really proud of how gentle Michael had been with you in the days that followed. But that didn’t mean that Daniel couldn’t be worried about what would happen when you both had no supervision.

So he did anything a pseudo-dad friend would’ve done, and decided to talk it out with the both of you individually.

“I’m serious.”

Daniel leaned forward on to the kitchen table, trying to convey his point with his serious face and stance. Michael had been ‘yes’ing him to death all week, and today, ‘the day of’, he was still doing it.

“So am I.” Michael nodded as he finally looked up at Daniel over his breakfast plate.

Daniel sighed and pulled the chair out to sit, he crossed his bare arms, the errant thought of how he probably should’ve worn something a bit more serious than his ‘YEAH RIGHTO MATE’ tank to get his point across.

“You can’t kill her while I’m gone.”

Michael paused his chewing and scanned Daniel’s face before he chuckled, “I don’t know why you’re worried about me, she’s way more likely to fly off the handle than I am.” He shrugged as he shoveled more eggs on to his fork.

“Says the man who almost got us both killed over a party?” Michael flinched at the reminder, “What was that?”

Daniel wasn’t an idiot. It was strange for Michael to put energy into being visibly worked up over a person. But he also knew that Michael had strange emotional tendencies that he hid better than the next person, but not from the person who spent almost every day by his side. So while he could see the response Michael was giving, he couldn’t figure out the cause just yet.

“What was what?” Michael huffed impatiently.

Right, just go fucking direct then.

“You want to fight her, you want to sleep with her, orrrrr?”

“Oh fuck off.”

Daniel rolled his eyes as Michael gave nothing away, “I swear one day the two of you will either kill each other or end up married.”

Michael scoffed and continued eating, not rising an inch to Daniel’s bait.

Daniel stared at him for a moment, waiting for the other Aussie to say something else, or maybe admit that he had a crush or a burning hatred for you.

“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed them as Michael continued eating.

He’d been trying to figure out the two of you for months now and every time he actually paid attention he felt like he got further away from understanding. The two of you fought like cats and dogs, but then there were times where you looked out for each other, played games together on long plane rides, joked, cooked and baked together. There was even a few times that he’d caught the two of you watching tv or a movie together, or coming back from a walk or hike together.

The two of you were completely capable of getting along. Which is why your inability to stay getting along puzzled him.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go talk to her. Forge a peace treaty between you two troublemakers.”

“It’s her, not me!” Michael called to Daniel’s back as Daniel rolled his eyes.

He could feel a headache coming, the precipice of it completely reliant on how this next conversation went. Stopping at your door down the hall, he politely knocked and waited for you to allow him in. You laid on the bed with your laptop in your lap, reclined and wearing shorts and a hoodie.

“What’s up?”

“M’gonna head out.” He leaned his head against the doorframe, his fingers curled around the door handle, “You’ll be alright here?”

“Yes, Daniel.” you drawled sarcastically, an almost identical response to your counterpart.

“I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable,” Daniel picked at a chip in the wood, “I know it hasn’t been very long since Michael said all that mean shit, and-”

“Daniel, really, we’re okay.” You said seriously, sitting up and pushing your laptop aside, “I’ve forgiven him, we’ve talked it out. We both took it too far, but we’re good now.”

“You don’t have to stay here on my account, I won’t even be here. And you don’t have to pretend to be comfortable for me either, I’ll set you up in your own place if you don’t-”

“Daniel.” you cut him off sharply, “It’s gonna be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Daniel asked again.

“Yes!” You laughed, “Now go, go see your family.” You scoffed at how Daniel was frozen in your doorway, “Okay, I swear to you, Daniel Ricciardo, that I will not kill your best friend.”

Daniel nodded and nervously giggled before he finally left your room. He heard you huff, but didn’t let himself feel bad.

“Oh my god, I thought he was actually gonna stay for a minute,” you whine into the phone, “you should’ve heard him going on and on...”

“I can’t believe you’re complaining about having a boss that cares about you, meanwhile you’re fucking his best friend all over his house.”

You cringed, “Don’t say it like that.”

“Do you guys even bother like wiping stuff down after you’re done getting down?”

“Well, we don’t make a mess.”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“I think I hear Daniel leaving, I gotta go-”

“Are you guys using condoms?”

“Bye!”

It was a false alarm.

Apparently, Daniel was packing, so you had to listen to his footfalls all around the house for the next hour, teasing you.

You purposely left your earbuds off and your music on it’s lowest volume after Daniel left your room. You strained your ears as you flitted through multiple dashboards online, while you waited to hear Daniel leave the house. Luckily, Dan seemed to have been even more eager than he originally let on, and put you out of your misery within the hour.

Now, it was game on.

You waited patiently for Michael to come, as you knew he would. A whole week to yourselves, you could feel yourself getting wet just thinking about it. A whole week for you both to get wild, to fuck each other stupid, why the fuck would you want to delay that.

So naturally, you got the party started without him.

Pulling off your shorts and panties, you pulled your hoodie down over your ass as you quietly walked through the house. It was very, very quiet, and you felt exhilarated at the thought that Michael could be anywhere. He could very well be messing with you as well.

Well then, if he wants to sit back and watch, let’s give him a show.

You plopped down on the chestnut colored leather couch and pulled your knees up to your chest so you could plant your feet on the ends of the cushions. With your legs bent and folded at your sides, you spread your knees to each side of your body and shivered as the cool air conditioned room blew against your damp core.

Gently stroking yourself, you eased one finger down your seam before you pressed your fingertip to your clit. Rolling it under pressure, you mewled as the pleasure began to take over your senses. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back before you reached down with bold hands.

One finger tip pressed to your entrance and the other at your clit, you teased yourself relentlessly. You wanted to be wetter than ever for what you had planned for Michael.

You could hear the footsteps coming and lifted one hand to your mouth, sucking on your middle finger before bringing it back down. Rubbing down your lips, you applied pressure and split yourself. Fighting a loud moan, you sunk your finger down to the second knuckle and rubbed your palm against your clit.

The footsteps were getting louder, but was so was the sound of your cunt swallowing your finger.

“Oh, you little devil.”

You smiled as you opened your eyes and took him in. He must’ve came back from a run, judging from his muscle tank, shorts and sneakers. You licked your lips as you also spied him growing in his pants.

“You ready for our vacation?”

He nodded numbly, his cock in his hand through his pants. You hummed as you slowly removed your finger, letting the wet slick glide be nice and loud for him. From the way his jaw went slack and his hand flexed around his bulge, you were getting to him.

“Follow me.” You told him.

You walked at a leisurely pace to your room, where you’d already gotten the bed half turned down with a decent amount of pillows propped against the headboard.

When you walked through the doorway, you crawled on the bed, the air in the room brushing against your cunt each time you lifted a knee.

Michael hadn’t even waited until you turned back around. He was right behind you and even tried to stop you before you could turn right side round.

“No, no, no,” you giggled, “lay back for me.”

Michael looked enchanted with his glossy eyes and his parted lips, mindlessly moving as your hand pushed him back against the headboard.

His hands petted the side of your legs as you threw one over his lap before you abruptly sat yourself on his massive erection. You both groaned as you ruthlessly grind on him. Pressed pussy to cock, you hoped your juices would stain his shorts.

Pressing your hand to his neck, he let you tip his head back so you could kiss his skin. You sucked on Michael’s neck as his large hands squeezed and pulled on the flesh of your body. He was handsy, and all over you.

Michael’s moan sounded pornographic so close to your ear. You whimpered as he squeezed your flesh hard and shoved you down on his stiffness.

“I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to look at me in the eyes for a week without blushing.” He growled, deep and sexy.

You reached behind yourself and gripped his forearms as best you could to pull his hands off of you. When you pulled away from his ravaged neck, he looked at you confused as you sat up in his lap. With just the littlest of pressure, your clit got friction from his clothes as he got nothing.

You smirked at him, “Maybe not, sweetheart.”

Michael looked up at you with his lips parted. You watched his pupils dilate as you lifted his beefy arms until his wrists were crossed behind his head.

“M’Daddy tonight.” You purred as you leaned yourself down towards his tilted back head.

“‘Kay,” Michael rasped.

You grinned at how easily he gave in and let go of his arms, “Undress me.” You commanded.

Michael’s hands were focused and steady as he pulled your hoodie over your head, letting your tits hang out in the open. He leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth, but you pushed your hand against his forehead, pushing it back as you rolled off of him and on to your back beside him.

“Didn’t leave me much to undress, did you?” He teased.

“You’re not here to talk,” you spread your legs and folded your arms behind your head, “make me feel good.”

Without a word of disagreement or sass, his hands touched your knees and pushed between your thighs to spread them.

“So impatient.” You muttered.

Michael looked at you for a moment like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. You winked at him as he lowered himself obediently to your waiting cunt. Just as his breath touched your lip, you interrupted.

“No, no, no skipping to the main course, baby. You gotta work your way to that.” You crooked your finger to him and teasingly groped your tit before curling your arm back behind your head again.

He glided up your body like a snake, and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You closed your eyes as he sucked hard and tugged on it between his teeth. In an encouraging gesture, he pulled your knee up over his hip so he could press himself to you. You groaned as his tongue dragged and swirled around your whole tit, covering it in his saliva so it would cool with the air and make you more sensitive. Showing your skin love, his lips pressed to the skin between your tits, gently licking and teasingly nipping the skin like it has a mouth for him to kiss.

By the time he got to your other tit, you were dry humping him. Just as enthusiastic as you were, he rocked with you, rubbing his still clothed cock against your warm, wet cunt.

“Can feel how wet you are through my shorts.”

You whimpered as he pulled on your nipple, “you sure that’s not you?”

He bit harder, making you squeak before you lifted your leg, opening yourself up more to his touch before you planted your foot against the curve of his hip and pushed. He looked up at you as you warned him.

“Behave, and don’t rush.”

His eyes blanked as he nodded. Satisfied with how obedient he was doing, you put your foot down and let him continue. This time, he wasn’t taking anymore speed bumps, his mouth trailed down your stomach to exactly where he wanted to start. Lips pressed to your inner thigh, he gently prodded your thighs up, lifting your hips so you were as open as you could be for him.

He held your inner thighs in his hands and massaged your skin as he admired the view. You watched as he followed every pulse and drip of your cunt as you began to clench and unclench, rock your hips back and forth. You wanted to show him how pretty your pussy was.

“Good boy.” You praised as he met your gaze, “Now get your reward.”

With a groan, he finally leaned in and pressed his tongue into your hole, making you gasp loudly as he penetrated you with his tongue. The long, wet appendage pressed around your walls as you contracted, while his hot breath brushed your clit with his beard. God, you loved his beard.

“Mouth so good, baby.” You praised as you moaned.

He hummed against you as he lapped your juices from you. You arched off the bed as his tongue swirled around your clit before he treated it just like your nipple.

You screeched and giggled from the overwhelming pleasure, “Oh my god, you’re good at eating pussy.” You grabbed his hair and tugged to make him lift his head, “Do you like eating this pussy?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled wickedly as you dropped back against the bed with your arms out, spread wide like your legs.

He lapped, teased and spat on your snatch, giving it all the attention exclusively with his mouth. He ate you up like no other man ever had before and made you see stars. He drove your pleasure like a rollercoaster, catapulting you to the tippy top before he eased you back down, just to return back to that peak and take it from you again.

“Make me cum, baby,” you panted finally, sick of being edged, “make me cum now.”

You had thought Michael was putting everything in it as he was, but evidently you were wrong. After telling him to make you cum, his mouth went into hyperdrive and he seemed to suck harder and licked firmer.

Your back arched and your whimpers got loud as your pleasure peaked again, but this time he didn’t stop and you could feel yourself about to be plunged over the edge.

When it came your vision went white. Your thighs tensed and shook as you came, drenching Michael’s mouth in the slick he’d been feasting on all afternoon.

You gasped for air as he kissed your pussy over and over, giving little kitten licks here and there. When he curled his tongue around your entrance, you knew he meant to amp you back up again.

“Enough, baby, enough.”

You almost laughed at the way Michael looked up at you, his mouth shiny with your juices and confusion in his big brown eyes. It didn’t stop you from shoving his head back though.

“You heard me, enough.”

He looked up at you and closed his mouth, his neck bobbed from swallowing. You wondered how thick his pride was, you were surprised he didn’t gag on it.

His hand skimmed your thighs, which were still splayed open, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

“You’ve made me feel plenty good.” you reassured him, “So good, I think I need a nap.”

And with that, you shut your legs and waved your hand, shooing him away.

“Look, I know I’m on probation with you-”

“Who’s in charge today?” You pressed.

He looked at you for a moment before his words came out breathless, “You are.”

“Good boy.” you giggled as he shivered, “Remember that and run along. If I want you later, I know where to find you.”

You rolled on to your side, your back to him and the door. You heard him hesitate, no doubt tempted by the ass you’d just thrown in his face, but he finally padded over to the door. Opening it and closing it softly, he left.

Rolling on to your back, you looked at the ceiling and laughed as you spread your legs to play with your tingling core.

The next morning, Michael climbed out of bed with a chip on his shoulder. It couldn’t really be helped, both because he knew he deserved his punishment and because somehow this woman had really burrowed her way into his sex drive, and now seemed to single handedly own it.

After her little display yesterday, he had left her alone, convinced that she would come to him by nightfall. He’d gone stir crazy in his room waiting until he’d finally called his anticipation quits late into the night. He’d tried to watch porn, tried using his imagination, he just couldn’t cum. It was like a string knotted so tightly that he couldn’t get loose on his own. It was infuriating.

But he hadn’t given in.

Which meant he was still paying the moment he woke up.

So he was tense through cooking and eating his breakfast, all the way to start of his meal prep. It was his cooking day since Daniel was expected back tomorrow. Technically, it was his last day to have you, so he knew you’d come to him. He wasn’t going to go to you.

He chopped up sweet peppers and pretended he chopped in a silent kitchen for peace, not so he could hear any movement from your side of the house. He was halfway through scooping the vegetables he’d diced into containers when he heard a door creak open, and your soft foot steps down the hall.

Michael cursed under his breath as he felt his back straighten, his shoulders lift, naturally broadening himself like a peacock about to strut. It was instinct, he told himself. Even though he was practically shaking when you entered his peripheral vision, fucking humming, as you pranced over to the couch and planted your perfectly shaped ass on a small love seat in the corner of the room.

He refused to look at you, but he could feel you staring at him as he struggled to scoop the vegetables up neatly. The silence dragged between the two of you, but the room felt electrified, like any quick moment could catapult the two of you together. He was so aroused he pressed himself to the counter for some relief. The constant beat of the knife slicing through vegetables and hitting the wooden cutting board echoed in the open floor plan. He felt hot, and rushed, but at the same time, for the first time in the past day, also in control.

“What's up?” you popped the ‘p’, and Michael could’ve smiled at the victory of you breaking the silence first.

As I expected.

What he didn’t expect was for you to get up and make your way over to him to stand by his left side, and leaned until your lips pressed to his ear. Just like that, all his control evaporated as quickly as his knife split the food.

“You can't focus babe?” you teased.

“M’fine.” He smirked, “You come here for something?”

Your hand abruptly pressed to his pelvis, and his hips jumped, rubbing himself hard against the countertop and making him hiss. You snickered condescendingly at him.

“You can't think of anything else but the way it felt to be between my legs last night, huh, Mikey? Did you fall asleep like this?”

Michael’s fast twisted with annoyance, “Shut up.” he growled.

Still breathing against the skin behind his ear, you leaned up so your lips brushed it and whisper, “Make me.” as bite his earlobe.

Michael’s patience snapped like a twig, and in an instant you’re grabbed and lifted off your feet. He pins you to the fridge before you’re roughly kissed. His lips are pressed to yours, his tongue slipping between your lips. When he leaned back from your lips, you tried to follow, but his hand comes up and wraps his hand around your throat. Slowly, he pulls you from the cold metal door and pressed you to the wall. You panted in his face, so turned on from being in the palm of his hand. Your breathing only got shallower as he leaned into your space and sniffed your hair.

Against the wall, he playfully growled and chuckled in your ear, “Oh, darling, you shouldn't have said that.”

“Can we move this to my room?” You asked sourly.

Michael chuckled before he took a step back from you, still holding your neck in his hand as he looked at your form. You had changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants, and while they complimented your figure, Michael knew what complimented it more.

“Take it off.” He said clearly before dropping his hand and looking at you expectedly.

You lifted your chin, making him grin, before you ripped your shirt over your head and shucked your pants down your legs. Standing before him bare, you allowed him to get his eye full before you walked right up to him until you were pressed against his clothed body. His chest rumbled as you reached up and put one hand on his shoulder while the other tilted his head down toward you.

“You can play big, bad Aussie all you want.” You whispered against his lips, “But we both know who’s in charge.”

Gasping, the room spun as you were quickly turned and pulled across the room, a hand pressed to the back of your neck until you were bent over the loveseat you had teased him from just minutes ago.

“Do you feel in control, love?” He pressed himself to your back, dominating you physically.

You bit your lip as you felt your pussy flood with want, “If I’m still getting what I want, yes.”

Michael’s hand let go of your neck, but your body didn’t move an inch. Behind you, you could hear clothes being thrown about, and there was no surprise when you were twisted back around, the back of your knees kicked so you fell to them. When you looked up, Michael smacked your cheek with his cock.

“This what you want?” He waved his cock in your face.

Not willing to submit to defeat yet, you leaned forward and pressed your tongue to the skin between his shaft and balls. He moaned and fisted the back of your hair, trapping your mouth against him as the weight of his cock fell on your head. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his dick all over your face as you sucked on the sensitive skin against your lips.

When you tried to drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, he yanked you to your feet.

“No, I don’t think you’ve earned my cock in your mouth.”

You whimpered as he still squeezed your jaw and spat into your mouth, making your tongue wetter without any cock on it. He fisted your hair in one hand while he stroked himself in the other. Facing each other, he pushed you down so you were bent closer to his other hand.

“Spit on it.”

The second his dick was wet, you were pressed back to your original position. You arched your back, popping your ass upward as you heard him spit on himself again.

“Ohhhhh,” you whimpered as his foot suddenly planted itself in front of your face on the couch.

Michael was going to fuck you into this leather, hard.

“Ahh!” you gasped as his thick dick pressed into you and split you open, his hips roughly and savagely pushing inside of you.

The pressure threatened to send you over the edge early as he forced you to adjust to him quickly. He fucked you with sharp shallow thrusts as he continued to fuck his way into you. He slipped deeper and deeper in you as you surrendered your body to him like putty.

Your pussy was sore from the days of play, and Michael seemed to be getting rougher.

“So fucking tight, still swollen from last night.”

You grunted as you reached under yourself and squeezed one of your nipples, “Was still dripping out of me this morning.”

“Yeah?” He drove his hips forward, spearing your cunt with deep, strong thrusts that had you pushing yourself up on your toes, “Yeah baby, raise that ass, I wanna be deep like last night.”

You whimpered loudly, which earned you a harsh smack. Somehow, you’d gotten away without a single semi permanent mark on your ass, but it still hurt to sit.

“Fuck,” he growled as he leaned over you, his weight pushed more on the foot next to your face, “I should’ve fucked your ass this week.” His thumb pressed to your other entrance as you moaned, “Yeah, I know, you would’ve loved it.”

“Mmmm,” you groaned, “next time.” you giggled, cock drunk.

Michael drove himself into you harder, clearly wanting to cum. You’d gone way past the usual dragging orgasms out of each other. Your orgasms came violently with how sudden they were, and you’d been racking up new records all week. From the way his hilt swelled outside the rim of your pussy, you knew his balls were drawing up to cum.

“Oooo fuck.” Michael growled before he suddenly pulled out of you and pushed his thumb inside of you.

You gasped, something like a screech, as your pussy clenched around air as your ass clenched around his thumb. It was so satisfying and yet so maddening as you moaned from the mix of pleasure and disappointment.

“Oh fuck, just let me cum!” You begged, “Please!”

“Please, who?” He slapped your cunt with his cock, “Please, who?” He repeated as he slapped you again.

“Please, Daddy!” You blurted out, not giving a damn.

“See?” he pressed himself back into you completely, his thumb still inside of you, “That’s all you needed to say, love.”

You had no witty responses, just a chorus of moans as you gave in completely. Your hips pressed forward into the couch and you could feel the wet around your open mouth on the cushion. The slick feeling of wet skin against skin made you high, and the feeling of Michael’s sticky body bumping into yours as he fucked you harder and harder, shoving you full of him was maddening.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes-” you chanted as you felt your pussy clench his member as you climbed to your peak.

“That’s it, baby, come on,” he groaned as he pulled his thumb from your ass so he could clench your hips with both hands and pull you to and from his cock, “cum on me, I know you want to.”

You cried out as you got closer and closer, and then suddenly your whole body tensed, from your forehead to your toes, and you came.

Michael leaned over you, his hand slapping down into the cushion as he loudly cursed and groaned as his cock throbbed like a heartbeat in your cunt. You gasped at how hard he was cumming, the hot streams of cum hitting your walls with some force. He groaned with each and every shot he filled you with.

His foot slid off the cushion, and suddenly you were both sinking and tumbling off the side of the couch and to the floor. Your eyes got glossy and you whimpered as your pussy contracted, looking for Michael, aching for him even though you could feel his cum still trying to figure out how to escape your pussy.

“Wow.” Michael sighed as he laid next to you.

You closed your eyes and giggled, “Maybe you should let me be in charge more often?”

“Nah.” You could hear the humor in his voice.

“Oh please,” you rolled to your side and poked his shoulder, “I know you liked it.”

“I liked it until I realized how slow you were.” He laughed when you gasped and playfully hit him.

“Such an asshole.”

“Well, I’m the asshole you’re stuck with so better be nice to me.”

“Yeah, we still got a whole week, huh?”

“Yup.” Michael agreed, “Daniel definitely loves his family time.”

Your head was turned towards his, but the view of his side profile gave nothing away. You knew that Michael got along great with Daniel’s family and friends, but you didn’t know how he really felt about it. Since you’d begun working for Daniel, you’d spent countless days in London, Perth, and everywhere in between, but you’d yet to see Michael take a day off for anything or anyone.

“How come you don’t visit your family when we’re here?” You asked gently, not wanting your words to be misconstrued for anything other than your pure curiosity.

“Don’t have any here.” He shrugged, “Everyone moved to London when I did with Dan.”

Your brows furrowed as you tried to understand, “So London is home for you.”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“But your fam-”

“Yes, my family is there, but my heart with always be here.” He told you softly, “Doesn’t matter where I live, where we go, Perth will always be my first love.”

“That’s oddly romantic coming from you.”

Michael groaned and turned towards you, shifting his body so he could press his face into the shag carpet under you. You laughed at his expense and waited for the next biting remark to follow, but it never came.

“Should’ve enjoyed it while you could have.” He muttered before he gracelessly flipped you on to your stomach and pressed down on your lower back as he straddled the back of your thighs.

“Michael!” You squeaked as you felt his member prod at your puffy entrance, “Wait- ohhhhhhhhh.” you moaned, all your worry about how badly your pussy would hurt tomorrow melted with the deep glide of his cock inside of you.

“Good girl.” he mumbled in your ear as he began to rock his hips.

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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How about the boys react to their s/o getting fake nails? Like just for fun and to scratch up their mans lol

Good morning! The thots continue!!!

18+

Gender Neutral

Din Djarin

Oh he's so into it, he's honestly a bit of a sadist with pain since thats the only physical feeling he's felt for majority of the time. So when he's just pounding into you and you rake your nails down his back he can't help but let out a whimper as his hips stutter and you feel his head drop on your clavicle.

Javier Peña

He thinks they're sexy, they just bring an added element of elegance to your hands. He also can't help but smirk each morning when he looks into the mirror at the faded nail lines going down his back.

Frankie Morales.

Thinks they are so pretty and will literally help you with anything so they dont chip or crack or break because he's obsessed with the feeling of your nails scratching at his head as he goes down on you.

Ezra (prospect)

He thinks they're a bit impractical for your line of work but the moment you scratch up his neck and into the base of his hair he just melts into your embrace. By by daddy, hello subby Ez.

Max Phillips

Well he paid for them so as long as your happy he's happy and when he sees your long blood red nails going up and down with your hand as you jerk him off and play with his balls he can't do anything but look up so he doesn't finish right then and there.

Pero Tovar

Heee doesn't really get it? "You took hours doing your nails instead of tending to the chickens?".....unfortunately yes? He's gonna get pissy until you seduce him into bed, gently massaging his shoulders and scratching down his bare chest as he releases a groan.

Marcus Pike

Another one that paid for your nails and even waited in the salon with you! Making small talk with all the workers, they adore him and always ends up giving you a discount. His favorite tho is feeling your long nails dig into his shoulders as you squeal out for him to go harder.

Agent Whiskey

He's gonna absolutely leech off the fact you got your nails did. Hes gonna always plop his head down into your lap, silently urging you to play with his hair. Well play with his hair until he's going down on you then you "go on ahead and grip the reigns all you need, sugar"

Dave York

Another one who likes the pain aspect of it. He will even encourage you to be harsher with your scratches by (consensually) degrading you or he loves to roleplay robber and sleeping...victim??? Don't word it like that David. He likes the aspect of play fighting, you've even accidentally scratched his face once and the smile he gave you was down right dark and feral as he snapped into you even harder

Zach Wellison

He loves it, please just rake your nails all down his back, mark him up let him know he's yours and want him. Theres always a tone of desperation with Zach, something deep down he's freaked out you won't want him anymore but that goes out the window as you ride him and scratch pink lines down his chest.

Omar Assarian

Hahahahahah. No. Well no and yes, really depends on what he has to do the next day. If he has training or a fight the next day? No. He doesn't need the extra insecurities of scratch marks and even hickies (he gets strict sometimes) but if its the weekend or there's nothing going on the next day mark him up all you want baby, show the world who this boxer belongs to.

Marcus Moreno

Ohh fuck he love them, once he sees your pretty little "claws" he's instantly thinking of not so pure ideas during lunch. He's gonna come home later at night, gently working you up to begging for him as you scratch at his scalp because he just keeps kissing, and leaving love bites on your thighs and lower tummy, avoiding were you need him. He loves to tease you.

#din djarin x reader #jack daniels x reader #javier pena x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #max phillips x reader #pero tovar x reader #marcus pike x reader #zach wellison x reader #omar assarian x reader #marcus moreno x reader #ezra prospect x reader #dave york x reader

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the-scandalorian · 2 years

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feral mando thought #2 with thigh riding except it’s you in this scenario. And there’s something about din being fully clothed and you completely nude that does something to the both of you (and vice-a-versa). But you climb up to see him at the controls, and he turns in his chair to face you once he hears you come in. And he’s sitting with his legs all spread and thighs all thick and you catch yourself staring. A modulated clearing of the threat breaks you from your trance and you ask if he’s busy and he shakes his head, beckoning you over with two gloved fingers and you go to stand between him, his hands coming to rest on your waist. I don’t know what conversation you have that leads to you fully naked and riding his thigh, but that’s where you are. Maybe you’re just needy and you tell him. And he’s telling you that you need to go to sleep, and you’re like, can you help me? And he’s like I can’t right now, I have some important things to do, and you’re all sadly like, “oh okay…” and turn to go back down. But he’s grabbing your wrist to turn you back to him, and says, “come sit here” And your clothes are off and now you’re making a slight joke about the initial cold contact of him, your bare body resting against his cool one, and it makes din’s heart slump a little, because of your discomfort, but you place your hand on his helmet and place a kiss where you think his lips would be telling him that it’s okay because you’re getting warmed up and you’re so turned on by this. and his gloved hands are squeezing at your waist helping you to rock back and forth, one hand eventually moving down to help you get off, the both of you looking down to see how your wetness sits on his beskar. His modulated voice praising you, and you slump into him your forehead against his helmet, panted breaths fogging it. His modulated voice asking, “sleepy?” When your pants relax and get more even. you smile lightly at that and nod, and he’s helping to adjust yourself in his arms. you shiver a little and he’s twisting his cape to drape around you. He lets you sleep there for a little as he turns back to face to the controls with you in his lap. He’ll wake you and help you dress in a little before sending you back down and into your bunk.

um okay wow

can i just say that you all have really and truly delivered on these feral!thots.. i was not expecting this and i am floored

i ESPECIALLY love him helping you get off then letting you sleep in his lap for a while because I AM HORNY BUT I AM ALSO SOFT

ALSO i am always a slut for a finger beckon--so A+ on that detail

#feral!mando #asks

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brandstifter-sys · 3 years

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Fight Not Flight

Word Count: 1466 (Ao3)

Pairings: TS Shorts Sleepxiety, background dukexiety

Characters: Remy, Andy, Virgil, Remus, Roman (mentioned)

Rating: T+

Warnings: Injury, hospital mention, panic mention, fighting, past virgil x andy, misgendering (assumed)

Remy returns home after a night on the town only to find an unwanted guest on his couch and his boyfriend covered in bruises. Andy is just glad he’s home to cuddle after the hellish night he had!

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It wasn't unusual for Remy to return home at odd hours of the morning. As long as he texted his boyfriend updates, he was good. Of course, he was used to his boyfriend texting back. This time, he had a good excuse—it was hard to hear the phone during a loud concert.

Remy expected his boyfriend would be awake, but he was not expecting to walk in and see Virgil, of all people, asleep on the couch cradling a stuffed octopus toy to his unbound chest. Remy scowled at the sight and marched down the hall to the bedroom. This was not okay.

"Gurl you had better not have brought that bitch here for a little one-on-one while I was out!" Remy hissed as soon as he entered the bedroom, not actually believing his own accusation. His boyfriend was lounging on the bed, covered in bruises including a black eye, and the bastard just had to smile at him.

"Nah, he needed to crash while Ree is in the hospital. Ro kicked him out so he could panic freely. You know that I don't want to get that close to my childhood best friend," Andy said with a shrug and winced. Even in his favorite pajama pants and a clean shirt, he was visibly uncomfortable.

"Details now!" Remy ordered and lowered his sunglasses.

"Well we went to the concert, and I swear the idiots were actually flirting finally and moshing. But then a total chode decided that Virge should free the tiddy and got too close. Let's just say that didn't go over well and there was a fight three against five."

"You got in a fight?" Remy gawked, s little bit unsure with his boyfriend's nonchalant tone. He could have been tired or emotionally drained. Neither one meant for an expressive anxious mess.

"Yeah, and I kicked some serious ass, at least until security threw us out and the fight kept going. You really don't want to be on Virge's bad side. The leader of the bitch pack was wailing on Remus. It was ugly and he was taking too many hits because Ree is feral as fuck."

"Gurl are you serious?"

"Yeah and the douche bag found a giant ass shard of glass on the ground and—let's just say after he used it he got his ass handed to him by a raging trans emo. And then the cops showed," Andy continued, flinching at the memory.

"The cops?" Remy gawked, "Andy you know those bitches are—"

"I didn't call them! But in this case I'm glad they showed. Remus got taken to the hospital, and Virge and I had to give statements. Then we paid the trash a visit, called Ro to tell him and get over there, had some serious panic, and only got back here an hour ago. I made V shower and set him up on the couch, I showered and dried my hair, and then you got home."

"Damn, and you worry about me hitting the club!" Remy jeered and sat down beside him, gently brushing his bangs away from his good eye. That impish twinkle was still there, even if it was hard to see.

"You don't go with friends who are more fight than flight, freeze, or fawn," Andy shot back and took his hand, pressing his busted lip to the palm, "And maybe I worry about you more than I worry about me."

"Mr. Tough Guy here, getting into fights to defend his friends and then getting all soft with his beau!" Remy teased and booped his nose gently. Andy snickered and shrugged.

"You make me soft in the best way, but if you want you can make me hard too!" Andy jeered and wrapped his arms around Remy's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Bruises are so not sexy on your face, try again later!"

"They hurt, babe. Kiss it better?" Andy mumbled and kissed his neck. Remy shivered and tilted his head back.

"Can't do that if you don't let go, babe!"

"Then I won't, you feel like paradise and I need a vacation tonight," Andy said and yawned, "Dreamland sounds good."

"Did you stay awake just for me?" Remy teased.

"Yeah, someone had to explain the situation with V. And you make it easier to sleep," Andy grumbled and hid his face in Remy's shoulder.

"You really need to rest, Boo!"

"Not without you, Kitten."

"Then let me get in my jams and take my meds, boo. Not gonna lie, you're getting a little clingy."

Andy snorted and let him go, flopping onto the bed with a wry smirk. Remy flipped him off and got up, sashaying out of the room.

He shut the door and strolled into the kitchenette, surprised to find the light on. Virgil was awake and staring at the electric kettle, waiting for it to finish. He was hugging that same octopus toy and holding the only mug Remy hated.

"You know you need to get that hotter for herbal tea," Remy said, making Virgil jolt. He set the mug on the counter and sheepishly rubbed his neck.

"I can turn it off and go to the convenience store down the street," he muttered and tugged on his toy's tentacle.

"No, hun, you are not going anywhere when you look like you might punch anyone who bumps you," Remy said and leaned against the counter. Virgil shied away and turned off the kettle. Remy wilted and fought back a groan.

"Okay, hun, truce time," Remy sighed, "Andy told me what happened to your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Do you want him to be?"

"Right now I just want him to pull through."

"Fair."

"I'll be out of here once it's light out—I know you don't want me here and I get it."

"I don't like it that he's still close to his ex, but I'm not that much of a bitch."

"It was back in high school before we were out. I never liked him that way, and the feeling was mutual."

"He never mentioned that part. He just told me you dated for a while."

"Yeah, I asked him not to bring up those times. He's been good about that—you have a great boyfriend. You shouldn't keep him waiting too long."

"Sleepytime tea is on the top shelf, but you can have some of the iced tea from the fridge if you want," Remy said and went for the pillbox on the counter and a glass he kept next to it.

He took his meds and left Virgil to get his calming tea, pleased that a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He went back to the bedroom and smirked at the lump under the covers. Thinking Andy was dozing off, he tossed his jacket aside and unzipped his jeans.

"If you wanted to put on a show I would have put on some music," Andy jeered tiredly and watched Remy blush. He could be so shy despite being a shameless thot.

"Who said anything about a show? Babe, it is so not the time!"

"Well don't hide in the bathroom, I wanna see my boyfriend being pretty without trying," he grumbled and nuzzled into his pillow, blinking up at Remy almost adorably.

"You," Remy scoffed and took off his sunglasses, "are so not playing fair, Boo."

"I'd cheat if it meant I got to have you, Kitten," Andy shrugged before yawning. Remy gawked and slipped out of his jeans and shoes. This man was too much!

"You better not cheat on me!" Remy shot back, trying to maintain his bad bitch composure. It wasn't working. Not when Andy was staring at him like he was a literal angel disrobing right in front of him.

"I won't do that—I would do almost anything for you—" he paused to yawn again, "—even take a shiv to the gut to defend you."

"You really need to stop hanging out with the trashboy. I don't want you getting shived," Remy sighed and pulled on his sweatpants. He crawled into bed while Andy snickered.

He yelped quietly when Andy wrapped his arms around his chest and pulled him close. He curled around his thot and purred softly, finally getting the cuddles he craved.

"And you call me 'kitten!'" Remy jeered and got cozy.

"Mhm, this tomcat loves his kitten," Andy mumbled against his neck, making Remy shiver, "safe kitten, rest easy." Remy snorted and rolled over.

Andy was already asleep, exhausted from his trying day. Remy smirked and placed a delicate kiss to his black eye, and then to his split lip. He closed his eyes and listened to Andy's rhythmic heartbeat, drifting off to his favorite melody—the proof his little nightmare wasn't a dream.

#remy sanders #andy sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #dukexiety #ts shorts sleepxiety #sleepxiety #remdy #there has to be a better ship name for these two and I will find it eventually #misgendering mention tw #violence mention tw #injury mention tw #stabbing mention tw #hospital mention tw #panic attack mention tw #sandyscribed #ask to tag

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ANON: ahah ahaha aha ah, high as a kite megumi anon here. i got another idea if u do not mind😗😳 l8 night thots be simple yet sophisticated...

so like i will reiterate that lowkey forcefeeding megumi who’s a blubbering red faced mess gets me going. sure u like to dope him to the max, but just making him eat in general? wow.. hes sat up against the headboard and u straddle his lap, treats in hand, saying megumi bby i made these special, just for u, why wont u have my special treats :( he tells u nono im not hungry im not hungry..head sorta drops to hang at his shoulder and he turns away just a little bit... opens his mouth right when u tear a bite sized piece of food and touch it to his lips. he doesnt rly have the strength to open his eyes anymore, he jus feels something near his mouth(its that oral fixation dude, maybe he thinks ur gonna let him suck ur fingies again) so he eats, n he eats, n he eats...after swallowing the first two bites he knows to open wide and wait for the next piece to go in. u ask him if he liked it and he jus giggles and says “more pls?”

YO I JUST GOT AN IDEA FOE SHOWERING WITH HIM HOLY FUCK

OK SO LIKE THERES A SEAT IN THERE IN THE SHOWER YEAH??? AND OK COCKWARMING YEAH???? ok solike ur afraid of him slipping and falling bc yeah it makes sense, megumi can stand but he can barely manage seeing where hes going and his legs wont rly do what he wants so he trips. bby is covered in sweat and other bodily fluids(u are as well) and so when u go in the shower to wash off, u place him on the seat in there and sit next to him(listen its a big shower and theres like those built in benches yknow) SO THEN HES ALL TOUCHY FEELY AND LAUGHY AND STUFF and u decide hey. my little puppy sit in my lap. BUT HERES THE THING. u got the strap im so sorry is that what its called and have HIM KINDA GET COCKWARMED !!!!!!!!! AND HIS MOANING JS ECHOING OFF THE WALLS AND UR LIKE shhhh megumi lemme jus wash ur hair and then ill take real good care of u, jus a few more minutes, and ur running ur hand thru his hair thats dripping water from the showerhead pouring down on both of u and he wants to move so bad but ur grip on his waist is enough to keep him still and both of his hands jus clasp around his dick and tries to get off that way but as we say, doped up megumi doesnt have much coordination or control after a while😩

What is it with the food bc like, I get it??? Inherently I like to feed people (I love cooking and baking and always try to get people to eat anyways I can’t help it) But this Megumi thing PHEW it has me acting up in a way I didn’t know what a thing!

Megumi strung out in your lap, after you really got him nice and just checked tf for everything, so you’re giving him something to eat. It’s been a while and poor baby has expended so much energy you gotta make sure he doesn’t get light headed right? But imagine giving him something of conflicting tempatures. Like fruit or something that’s been in the fridge. And him scrunching his face up being like “no…’tsk too cold…I- I can’t no.” Of course you run it along his bottom lip and that needy fuck opens his mouth hoping you’ll put something in it (god we’ve talked about fingers but like….full on just having him suck on a strap on/any sex toy ok my thoughts are, feral) and Megumi arguing the entire time in incoherent sentences to top it off but he keeps eating it. Praising him telling him what a good boy he is and just- asdfghjkl- I can’t explain it I gotta feed doped up Megumi

And- AHEM….YOU GENIUS WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT

Ok ok ok, lemme self indulge in a little kink of mine (idk if its a kink, i just know it feels good and I liked doing it) but you’ve got Megumi resting so nicely between your legs like a good boi. He’s sat all the way down on your strap on and kinda wiggling and moaning, cheeks flush red and his lips slightly parted bc all he can think about is his tingling body and your toy filling him up. But, instead of jerking him off, you use the shower head. Megumi embarrassed but you just keep hushing and cooing in his ear “Shh baby boy we gotta clean you up” “My puppy’s all messy I can’t let you sleep like this” “Let me clean you up.”

It starts as legit cleaning him off. Soaping up his stomach and lower body. Reaching around pressing that toy further into him, and lathering all over him. He’s fifthly you can’t get that back in your bed. So you’re washing him up and of course that strung out idiot pops a boner. Easier to clean right? So you play with him, all soapy and suddy and a moaning mess as he can’t really move with your toy up him. But got the feeling is incredible. Just to whimper and whine when you tell him you have to rinse him off. This is where it gets fun. Noticing he bucks up when the spray of water crosses his cock. And like most shower heads have a “massage” setting on them. So switching it up and teasingly running the water over his achingly hard cock. Megumi comes undone he is a sobbing overstimmed mess at this point. The water feels so good against the underside of his cock. He’s babbling nonsense and moaning up a storm even as you hush him. Fingers in his mouth might do something but the way he reacts to the water massaging his cock is something else. He’s groaning on your fingers, wiggling back on your cock and his poor cock is twitching up and down with the aid of the water stream and nothing else. You don’t think he’s gonna cum like this until suddenly he bucks his hips up and cries an incoherent version of your name. Body spasming as he cums hands free just from the feeling of the water against his cock and the way your toy pressed right up into his sensitive spot. I just- *chefs kiss* God I would pay to watch this with my life

#megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #threethirst

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mostly-megan · 3 years

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Megan,

Tell me more about Pioneer Frankie ❤️

Maybe he keeps watch one night over the camp and you show him just how much you need him in your tent? Maybe you can be very persuasive.... 😏

This was collusion, I messaged her a horny shower thot... 😘

Now it’s over 1k words and utterly feral and absolutely no proofreading... So, sorry y’all (Not that sorry)...

“You have the rifle, why don’t you just kill him and come in here with me?” Frankie snorts, dumping out the last bit of his coffee on the fire, “I’m not killing Mr. Andres. Peter has been nothing, but gracious to us. Especially given our...extraordinary circumstance, sweet girl.”

He turns back to you, chucking his knuckle softly under your chin to meet your eyes. He stares for a moment, taking in how sweet you look sitting only just in the open flap of the tent, wrapped in the quilt and wearing your fresh washed nightgown, glowing from the dying firelight. Your gaze is equally adoring as you take in his slightly undone shirt, displaying more of his broad chest, eyes glittering from the moonlight. But his eyes drop as he sighs, standing up and scanning around dutifully.

“As much as I would like to at this given moment. It’s been weeks since those bandits were by and almost as long as we’ve seen any other camps,” you watch as his gaze sharpens toward a small sound, arm flexing to prepare his rifle, but only seeing a field mouse skittering around. He relaxes back onto the log, leaning a bit on the rifle standing straight up between his knees.

You try to picture him in the uniform he showed you in the trunk, was this how he looked when he stood watch then? Trying to stave off boredom staring into the darkness for enemies? What things would a young man think of to distract himself? You feel your lips curl into a sly smile as a wicked plan forms in your mind.

Since he was the most experienced gunman in the camp, you were given the luxury of having the tent face away from the center of camp. It meant he could step out and aim out of direct contact with thieves, but also extra privacy. Your personal fire was the only thing facing you as Frankie situated himself to scan over the camp. No chance of anyone seeing you.

“But I need you, Frankie. Wouldn’t you prefer to be all warm in here with me? I know lots of ways we could keep off the chill,” he hummed an acknowledgment, but didn’t give much more of a reaction. You let the quilt fall, letting Frankie quietly take in how one sleeve had fallen down your shoulder to reveal more of your chest. His eyes seemed to darken at that peek of flesh.

Sitting on your knees, your hands lowered to drag the thin material of the nightgown up your legs, revealing your soft thighs as you leaned onto your elbows. Frankie’s breathing hitched, now turned to fully face you. He only would briefly spare a glance around, looking for bandits or other potential interruptions, you weren’t sure.

“Well, if you won’t come keep me warm,” the skirt now lay around your hips as you slowly spread your legs and moved your hands to pull your lips aside, revealing your glistening pussy for only him, “...then maybe I’ll have to do it all on my own.”

His eyes were blown wide, growing even darker at the lewd sight of you sprawling out needy for him. Were he a younger man, he’d have abandon this pointless endeavor and taken you right there. Your index finger slowly trailed to the engorged bundle just at the top and he shook his head, hoping in a last ditch effort to keep you from throwing him off of his mission. But you gave him that damned sweet smile and started circling it, dropping your lips into a delicate pout as the pleasure started to build.

You started to circle faster, staring right at him, losing a lot of your coherency and mumbling about how you wish it was his hands and it just wasn’t the same. You watched as he licked his lips, hands going white gripping the barrel of the gun and nostrils flaring. His low, rasping voice almost startled you from the dizzying feeling you were giving yourself, “Slide one inside you, honey, real slow for me.”

Feeling deliciously bold under his steely gaze, you gradually dip one delicate finger inside of yourself before curling it all the way to your knuckle. Your body arched into the movement as a soft whimper fell from your lips. You heard him swallow hard as the finger re-emerged covered in your juices. Building speed stroking as your other hand came up to play with your clit, you quietly moan Frankie.

He leans forward more, sinking the butt of the gun into the soil. His hand came up to his trousers, trying to resettle his hard length, but the friction of the movement make him gasp and groan. You were getting so wet, Frankie could see a small drop leave your finger to fall on the cloth floor of the tent. From the soft sounds of the night, he could just make out the obscene drag as you add a second finger and bite your lip hard to keep from keening.

You feel far too warm all over as the fire burns low in your belly. You only need a bit longer before they fully consume you, right there in full view of this hardened man, who you ached to have throw down the blasted rifle and touch you, bury himself inside of you. Hell, he could come inside you if he wanted, as long as he did something. You gasped at the low groan, almost growl, he let out. You, as it seems, did not keep those last thoughts to yourself.

“Francisco!” You slapped your hand over your mouth as he shot up from the log, staring over at Peter from a distant tent. “Go to sleep, I’ll take watch from here ‘til morning.” With a curt nod, Frankie practically dropped to his knees as you shifted in the tent. Not even bothering to take off his boots, he tore at his belt and fly while you undid the last few buttons on his shirt. Running your hands along the warm plane of skin and over his shoulders

“Christ, girl, you’re so filthy for me sometimes. Playing with that pretty pussy all lit up by the fire for me? Did it feel good, sweet girl? Teasing me like that while I tried to keep my head and stand watch?” You feel yourself clench around nothing as his thick length finally is pulled out from his drawers, hard and leaking from your little show. But he grabs your wrist before you can start to stroke him.

“Oh no, honey, you were playing around with me, you’ll have to finish it up like that.” He lets your hand go as he crawls over you, keeping his weight just above ad he slowly strokes himself. He’s so close to you that he could enter you with one solid thrust. His eyes are dark and determined, while his words soften, “Let me see you touch yourself again, sweetheart.” Your chest starts to rise and fall faster as your fingers return to your core, eyes fluttering as you feel the fires ignite again.

Shifting his gaze back and forth between your fingers and your face, you both seem to quicken your pace, desperate for your own high. “Mmm, good girl, look at you. I wanna see you come just like this, making all these sweet sounds as you try to fill yourself. Always so pretty when you come.”

He groans, circling his thumb over his tip as you whimper, thighs starting to shake from how close you are. “I look just like this thinking of you on nights you’re gone, Frankie. Leaving me all alone when only you can make me come so hard. Frankie, I’m gonna-“ He dropped his weight to one elbow, “I know, honey, come.”

Groaning as the wave of pleasure pushed the air from your lungs, your head was thrown back with your fingers slowing inside of you. Overcome by the sight, Frankie buried his face in your neck, stroking even faster as he murmurs words you can’t understand. He lifts his head and growls through his teeth as his body seizes, spilling his warmth right onto your pussy. You moan softly at the feeling as it slowly drips down your sensitive core.

Wrapping the both of you in the quilt as you catch your breath, Frankie pulls you to his chest, tipping your head to slant his lips to yours. Even after all of the sinfully delightful things you had done together, his plush lips still always make you heart skip in your chest. “Next time I leave to scout ahead, you should know this is all I’m going to think about, darlin’, “ he whispers against your lips. Both of you grin lazily. “You’d better, Mr. Morales...”

#frontier frankie #frankie morales x reader #temptation of bliss

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