#Mouthwashing smut

[presidentsdaughter]

note/tags - suicide but not jimmy.. just his mom, slight gore mention, some smut?, dry humping, jimmy is like early 20s in this.. start to a fic i couldn’t bother to finish, bad writing..

Jimmy’s mom is all over the walls. It’s like someone has set off a fucking party popper. She didn’t even have the decency to get him a banner.

Welcome home Jim! Congrats on getting bailed out! I knew you could do it!

Not even that. Not a single slice of cake. Not even a candle or a party hat or a gift box or a fucking hug. Whatever people get on their birthdays.

Jimmy stands there, jaw tight, unblinking as he looks over the mess she has made of herself, the house, and his life. She’s smoked all her cigs, drained every bottle, snorted anything fine enough to suck up through a straw, and he knows Mom, she’d never leave a needle behind. So the only thing she leaves in his name is this mess and this awful smell.

He toes at what is left of her, her legs bent awkwardly at the knee like a mistreated Barbie doll. Her face is this gaping hole that looks something like her bloody cunt the day she pushed him out. For a second he wishes that it would open up like the maw of a beast and swallow him whole, take him back to where he came from, and then he goes back to feeling nothing much.

It’s no biggie. Jimmy never liked her much. She liked Curly more than she liked him, but everyone likes Curly more than him. He’s a sole-crushed peach splattered on the sidewalk, picking up grit and dirt, and Curly is a fucking prized watermelon or a silver spoon, a real nice spoon, the fancy kind you only get out for guests—He’d come and use his polished edge to scoop Jimmy right up, shape him into something nice, clean him off and serve him for dessert.

Curly bailed him out. He drove Jimmy home in his nice new car, it smelt good and had his initials on the number plate. He did this all because he needs Jimmy to feel good. So he can go and tell anyone that’ll listen about his piss-poor junkie best friend. How he put him back on his feet. Curly is modern day fucking Christ and Jimmy is a crippled leper.

By his mother’s open hand is his father’s handgun. She’s named Mia after the chick in Pulp Fiction. Jimmy picks her up, gives her a once over, and tucks her in his back pocket for a rainy day. He goes to take a piss because he’s been busting for one ever since Curly picked him up, but the throbbing urgency numbed when he saw his fragments of mom’s skull dotting the carpet like milk teeth.

Jimmy takes his piss and then he notices mom didn’t even leave a single sheet of toilet paper behind. He shakes himself dry, returns to the couch where she lays limp, thinks of blowing off her tits and then decides she isn’t worth another bullet. Jimmy turns the gun to himself. He wonders if mom put it to the right side of her head or the left. Probably in her stupid whore mouth. She would let anyone in there.

“You’re joining the party, huh?” You’re standing in the doorway of his trailer, lukewarm and unsmiling, snapping your gum like this is no big deal. You’ve always been that way. Unaffected. Jimmy pulls the trigger and Mia jams. She’s an old girl. He forgives her. He just wanted to see you cry.

Jimmy doesn’t really think you would cry, but he likes the thought of it. You would look so fucking ugly when you cry.

“I found her earlier, heard the shot and came to check.” You’re wearing short shorts so short the inside of your pockets hang out past the cuffs. “But I thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

“Fuck you,” Jimmy says, arm dangling by his side. Mia clatters to the ground when his fingers lose grip.

“That’s not very nice,” you tell him evenly, sidestepping clumps of clotted blood to get to him.

Jimmy flops down beside his mom’s faceless body. She talked too much so the silence is kind of nice. He spreads his legs and you drape yourself over him, pressing your tits to his chest and sucking his tongue into your warm mouth.

“I didn’t forget your present.” You’re rolling your hips into his, the old couch creaks with the weight of all two and a half of you. His mom topples sideways onto his shoulder and Jimmy shoves her dead weight back the other way. Blood smears the arm of his shirt where she fell, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

“Oh, yeah?” Jimmy bites your neck, he feels the pulse of your hot cunt through those tiny shorts.

“Course I didn’t, saved the date and everything.”

He half expects you to dig into your bra and pull out a baggie of something, but you just offer him a half smile, giving a sideways glance to the stinking corpse.

[roadkills-demise]

Dad! Jimmy vs Dad!Curly

[some headcanons for Jimmy and Curly having an incestuous relationship with their respective kid.] tw: incest, these characters are probably more ooc than anything but see if i care, fem aligned.

They both fuck you, but for different reasons.

Jimmy fucks you and you think that's the only way he can express his love towards you.

Curly fucks you because he's obsessed with you to the point his 'paternal' love turns incestuous.

So Jimmy is a neglectful parent. If you go out for the whole night and get raped mid walk back home, he is so nonchalant about it. Like, as long as you're not pregnant-which would be a burden for him-you're good, he doesn't care. Then again, he rapes you too. All the time. If he's bored or just needs to get off, there you are: an available, tight pocket pussy that doesn't know how to say no to her daddy. And you feel loved when he does this, finally giving you the attention and "love" you so yearn for. As long as he's running his fingers through your hair when you're falling asleep after he wore you out, you're satisfied.

With Curly it's more of a guilty pleasure he allows himself. He'd never even initiate intimate touch in the first place if you don't do so first. You'd have to give him a signal-which, in his misoginistic mind, could be just wearing a skirt he deems 'too short for comfort'. Or if he's drunk, he'll sneak into your room and watch you sleep. If he's horny enough, he might jerk off to the sight of it, even start caressing you if he's feeling bold. Then, whenever you get to the dating phase, he's teaching you how to kiss. If you allow it, later he teaches you how to suck dick (fic about this in my drafts...), and he'd be honored to teach you how to ride him. Because in the end, who's a better teacher than daddy?

[dadsbongos]

last tin on the left

3.9 k words / warnings - not proofread, rape, pinv sex, fem reader, 1 homophobic sentiment from jimmy, JIMMY

summary - trailer park princess asks her scruffy neighbor, jimmy, to give her and her friend a ride to their concert. jimmy wants payment in flesh.

jimmy for @xyfanficarchive and daisuke for @toxycodone

“Hey, Mr. Zare!”

Must be eight, then. He loses track of time while sitting out on the elevated metal stoop to his trailer. Scratchy strapped jammy pants and a loose beater prevents none of the chilled morning air from sighing over him, blowing the steam from his cheap instant coffee into his face. One knee bent off the handrail with a cigarette dangling between two fingers. And both eyes locked on you as you bounce down the steps to your parents’ trailer,

“Early morning, huh?” you offer, positively beaming. Thighs glittering in the sunlight beneath that frilly little skirt. A bubblegum scrunchie folds neatly around your wrist.

“No school today?” he wonders, sizing up the pearly white polo tucked into your waistband. The neat sectioning of your hair in its style. Lips glossed and lashes combed darkly. He raises the light to his lips and fills his lungs with tar.

A soft, “I graduated!” peels out between bursts of laughter.

“Oh…” Jimmy flicks ash beneath the silver rail and watches it cascade onto the dirt lot below, “Guess I missed that.”

“I told my mom to invite you… She probably forgot.”

“Probably,” Jimmy snorts, “Or she doesn’t like me.”

You frown, “Why wouldn’t she like you?”

Lots of reasons could be given to land Jimmy on any shitlist belonging to any particular person in this park. Sometimes he ashes his cigarettes in old lady Lottie’s teeny plot of daisies. Riles up the burnout kid next over’s dog at night. Screams until he’s red in the face when he’s drunk.

“You and my buddy Curly might be the only people that do like me.”

Rather than acknowledge what he’s said, you merely beam brighter, “Ohhh, Curly! That’s the big blondie, right?”

Jimmy’s eyes slither along the bone of your shin, skimping right up your abdomen and lingering just at your cupid’s bow before finally meeting your eyes. He raises a brow at you, “You been eyeing the lug?”

“Not really! God, no, that’d be…” you laugh a little too hard, smile a skosh too wide and your lashes crinkle just a bit tighter than they have to, “That’d be so weird… he’s your friend! And isn’t he, like, way older than me?”

“Probably, he’s turning forty-two this year.”

Humming quietly, gnawing a cherry bottom lip, you nod as if any of this information is relevant, “Probably, yeah… uhm. Anyway!”

Jimmy slurps down more scalding liquid, flicking out more ash. This time at the toe of your squeaky sneakers. A greyed fleck smears over the rounded edge. When half his mug is empty, all air and brown ringlet stains, he rears straight into his smoke.

“Anyway… I was- well- I had… a question?”

“Did you?” he glances over your shoulder.

Your parents’ trailer is sleepy. Not even that stray your mother is fond of is curling around the corner, nosing for food. Every light behind the slatted windows out.

“Can’t ask your dad?” is grumbled between puffs.

“He already said no…” you lock your hands shyly behind your back, battling your eyes down at your neighbor and kicking a rock out from where it’d been buried in dirt, “I need a ride tonight…”

Jimmy’s brow ticks with annoyance. Hand tightening around the plain mug in his hand. Chest bristling with all the indignation singing to him to say something befitting of that abrupt request: fuck off no go die.

Sensing the ruthless rejecting ruminating on his tongue, you bring your hands up. Knotting them under your chin and jutting that fat bottom lip out like it’s got gold inside, “Please?! I’ll pay you back, promise!”

“With what money?”

“My friend’s got money!”

“Money you don’t have.”

“He already said he’d pay my dad, so I’m sure he’ll pay you too!”

“‘He’,” Jimmy scoffs, slotting his cigarette in his mouth and standing. Sucking out the last hits of tobacco before he crawls inside and slams the door in your face, “I’m not taking you and your boyfriend out to fuck.”

“Ewww, he’s not my boyfriend! And we’re definitely not- ugh, having sex. He’s my friend, we’re going to a concert together.”

“Why’d you waste money on tickets without planning a ride?”

“His mom said she’d take us.”

“He doesn’t drive?”

“No.”

Jimmy spits out the wasted stick and stomps it dead, guzzling the last mouthfuls of coffee before searing judgmentally, “Why not?”

“I dunno… just never learned.”

“Why doesn’t his mom still take you?”

Rolling your eyes, you groan out with folded arms, clenching with frustration, “Ugh! He pissed her off! He wasn’t doing his chores while she and his dad worked, so she called him a slacker and said forget it. We’re lucky he can even go out tonight still…”

“Where is it?”

You cringe, digging the toe of your shoe deeper into the earth, worming your lips around in a lock before seething. Teething glaring at him. Canines beared with utmost sympathy before you clip, “Flagstaff…”

“Bullshit. Two hours out?”

“Yeah…”

Jimmy glares at you without respite. Not refusing, and he lets it linger on purpose. He wants more than money. Doesn’t quite know what yet -or maybe that boil in his gut tells him he does, he just can’t choke it out as a word.

You’re a graduate though, apparently, so you’re smart, apparently, and you catch on. You must, because you’re chirping like a wounded bird, “Please, please, Mr. Zare, I’ll do anything!”

“‘Anything’?”

“Anything!”

Instantly, your payment is sealed in his mind. Whether you realize it or not -which, again, if you graduated you’ve gotta be smart enough to piece two and one and make three- you’re not owing him monetarily. That little polo from your mom’s closet is going to be on the bed of his truck. Or trailer. Or fisted into his hand. Or somewhere on the cold dirt far back into the treeline.

“Alright,” he dumps the gritty final skim of coffee over the side of his stoop, “When?”

“Well the show’s at eight, so like…” you twiddle your thumbs, suddenly skittish, “Five?”

“Your little friend has to be here by then, I’m not picking up some boy for you.”

“Okay!” you entirely ignore the sentiment of that statement, clapping excitedly with the teeniest squeal, “No problem, thank you! You’re the best, Mr. Zare!”

Fluttering down the dusty trail toward your family trailer, you wave him goodbye. Real kindly. Sugary sweet voice lulling across the short lot. Raised right- you don’t belong here, and you don’t belong in the passenger seat of his beaten muddy truck.

But you wind up there at 4:45 PM all the same, with some scrawny bleach-brained boy in a pink shirt on the other side of your arm.

The kid is babbling, rubbing his stomach. Jimmy is ignoring him, intentionally.

But you’re just sweet as fucking pie, always have to be, and you’re gently poking Jimmy’s bicep with those big batting eyelashes. Cutely murmuring, “Daisuke’s hungry… can we stop somewhere?”

Jimmy throws a glare through his peripherals, lips pursing, “Is he paying?”

Daisuke jumps, flushing, stunned before jerking his head in two chunky nods, “Yeah, man! I got it!”

‘man’ as if Jimmy is one of his fucking bros. He hopes this kid gets trampled tonight.

“Closest thing by is fine,” Daisuke adds, scrambling a hand through his grown out dyed hair. Nails raking through black roots as his head swivels for the nearest junk spot, “There’s a drive thru right there!”

Jimmy sighs through his nose, loud and overly apparent. The way anyone does when they want you to know they’re extremely irritated without having to say it, and fortunately for him everyone in the car is too young and nice to call him out. Instead, you and your friend just blink over at him wide-eyed as he swerves beneath the golden arches drive thru.

He waits exactly two seconds behind a blue BMW before veering leftward for the lot in front of the door. Grunting out complaints, something something too long, something shut-ins taking all day.

“Just get the hell out and order something,” Jimmy cracks the window and breaches his pocket, shaking loose a ricketing pack of Pall Malls.

Daisuke glances at you, shrugging. You shrug back. Whispers grate the back of his neck as he lights the end, watching it bleed out before plumes of smoke rise. Watching him watch the cigarette, is you -- through your lashes with both hands buried in the fabric of your skirt. Longer than the one from earlier, a little darker too. Purplish black. Maybe velvet material, he can’t be sure but what he does know is it stank like old lady perfume when you climbed into his truck.

“Do you want anything, Mr. Zare?” the kid asks, drawling it out a little too long. Spacey and full of holes.

Jimmy simply shakes his head. Doesn’t even thank him for asking.

Again, you merely shrug. Too young and too polite and too grateful for the two hour drive ahead.

Daisuke slinks out, promising to be quick. Waves at you through the window screen all cute like and cuts into the building. Leaving you and Jimmy and the stench of his smoking and a bird cawing outside.

“Uhm, did you think of the favor yet?” your leg starts bouncing, rocking the parked car in place.

“Stop shaking,” is all you get.

“Sorry…”

Jimmy kicks ash over the ridge of his window, glaring out through nicked glass. He fills his lungs just to have an excuse to not answer you. Not necessarily to put you on edge, but maybe to give you the idea of what he’s going to request. The longer the stilted silence goes on, the more awkward it gets; read between the lines, you fucking graduate, don’t you watch movies?

“Mr. Zare…?” you cross your legs, sinking down in the seat like some frail doll. Nails loudly clicking as you scrape them off one another. When he neither grunts or turns, you clear your throat: drier than sand. You try to swallow but only an eyedropper of saliva comes up. Teeth chittering, chest tight, you prod, “Uh… Mr. Zare?”

Your only acknowledgement is the brief dart of his eyes toward you. Lips still glued around the cylinder’s filter.

“You’re not, like, gonna ask for sex, right?”

Jimmy pauses. Plucks the smoke from his mouth to hang it out the window in one hand with the other braced on his knee. Head slowly swinging your way, brows furrowed and jaw clamped shut. Scanning you over with all the hurry of an old, fat dog.

“You, uh,” he croaks, very obviously observing the way your strapped top dips low into your cleavage. And your legs are bound in that dark skirt, with fishnets beneath. Your mom’s heels on your feet -a touch too big but you make them work, “You think I’m asking?”

When he says nothing more -not even a laugh escaping- you try tossing the line away. A quiet giggle choking through your teeth.

He just stares at you. Hawk-like. Or snake-ish. Shark-ey. Whatever he is, he looks like he eats meat.

Daisuke rips the door open with a greasy brown bag hugged to his chest. Without hesitation you spin in your seat and practically puke out,

“I have to pee!”

“Huh?” Daisuke steps back to let you out, “Why didn’t you go earlier?”

You plant two hands on the sides of the seat to shuffle out until Jimmy’s coughing, “Sit down. We’re gonna be late.”

Daisuke hisses through his teeth, “Sorry, I didn’t think I took that long…”

He slides in, caging you against Jimmy.

“No, really, I have to go,” you shiver into your boy’s side. Practically moulding into the gap under his arm.

“Hold it, you can go when we get there,” Jimmy reverses, completely skipping you over. Not glaring or ogling.

It makes you feel a little crazy. Paranoia clawing down your spine, interrogating your own memory of what he actually just said. If he’s genuinely that type? You didn’t think so, you don’t think so.

“Sorry,” Daisuke assumes your clinginess, your incessant shaking, is from that tightening coil in your bladder. Smiling at you full of apology before digging into the paper bag, peeling the edges back to show off his dinner, “Want some fries? Maybe the potato will soak up your pee.”

Grimacing, you can only sniffle at his innocence, “That’s not how that works, Daisuke…”

“It is with liquor.”

“Piss isn’t stored in the stomach.”

“It should be.”

“If you’re gonna keep whining, I can pull off in the woods,” suggests Jimmy, scratching through his scuff with hazy eyes. Said as an afterthought.

Similarly, without much thought, you nod eagerly and rake your nails into Daisuke’s arm, nodding, “Yes, please?! Yes, yes.”

Leaves and loose branches crunch beneath his crusty tires as Jimmy veers sideways, between two thick trees facing into the lush. Before he can even spare you a glance, you’re hurriedly sliding along the seat -- slamming into Daisuke’s side, knotting both hands in his shirt and fucking shoving him out of the truck.

You hiss up at him after slipping free, “Do you have to pee, Daisuke?”

“Not really…” he shrugs you off his arm, slanting back against Jimmy’s beaten truck.

“But you’ll have to, probably? Right?” you weasel a hand back into his. Clammy and shaking, you think he has to notice something is simply OFF. Your hand for one, and you’re pushing too hard, and you’re looking up at him like he’s going to bite you, “So why not just try now?”

“Ehhhh,” Daisuke squeezes your hand, cheeks flushing, and releases you with an airy giggle, “I don’t have to go, but I’ll stick right here for you.”

“Daisuke…” you whimper, lips warbling. At this point, you two might be able to run out faster than Jimmy could crawl from his truck if you just told him to speed for it.

“Hey,” jumping at the sudden grunt, your head ticks toward the man stretched over the wheel. Long arms around the bend and scowling at you through the window, his door popped with a leg poking free, “You gonna go or what? We’ll be late.”

He’s anticipating it, your loose lips.

“Uh, sorry…” you slither back, shooting Daisuke a glance he cluelessly blinks at before turning and dragging yourself beyond the treeline.

Beneath the hanging bush no rays of orange light kiss your face, you can barely make out the impression of your own quivering hand on a tree. Darkness warping the swollen vines of each trunk, overgrown grass braiding over itself as it tickles your knee. A buzz fwips beneath your ear, something bead-sized careening straight into your pulse before it loudly flutters back and zips away. Bark scrapes off into the creases of your palm as you brace to circle back.

Surely, you pray, surely Daisuke would understand when you’re hidden behind a tree and waving him into the woods. No way did he graduate with honors but he’s of sound mind, you assume. Or at least not so dense as to not read the upset crank in your face.

Rounding a few extra trees for safe distance, you slowly peek around an empty gap -- a clearing just wide enough to observe the crusted truck. Daisuke’s head is rolled against the passenger side window, eyes low and long fingers drawing patterns into the dashboard. You slide a few inches aside, neck craning in search of Jimmy only to find the driver’s seat vacant. Crouching does not unveil him beneath the truck. Sliding the opposite way does not reveal him laid in the bed. Not even his tattered boots can be seen scuffling between tires.

Darting with low knees, you snake over uncut grass and slick against the side of the truck. Rapidly tapping your knuckles on the side, spitting wind through clenched teeth,

“Psst! Psst!”

Jumping in his seat, Daisuke only smiles at you, “You’re back. That Jimmy dude left to go find you.”

“Good, c’mon, c’mon!” you rip open the side door, clawing into his shirt and lugging him toward you. Until he’s stumbling out over you, tripping on your feet and smacking his jaw into your shoulder.

Rubbing the sore joint, Daisuke frowns at you, “Sorry, Jesus- what’s your deal-?!”

“Shut up,” you hiss, whipping the pair of you around to run down the road until some unsuspecting trucker rolls up and saves you both.

Jimmy’s dead eyes stop you. Lidded and dark, jaw straight sans the unsymmetrical scar stretching over his cupid’s bow. Shoulders squared with a knife in his right hand. Blade glinting even as the sun fades.

“Uh, Mr. Zare?” Daisuke steps back.

Two steps. Two steps you should’ve curved towards nice old Lottie’s trailer instead. Two steps past the door to where your dad was passed out on the couch, where you should’ve groveled instead. Two steps is all it takes Jimmy to grab you by the arm, bruising his prints into your bicep while Daisuke watches with both hands raised.

“Does he touch you?” Jimmy doesn’t wait for a response, “Does he kiss you?” he nudges a chin towards Daisuke, “Show me, kid, show me how a man kisses his girl.”

Daisuke balls fists on either side and scrunches his eyes. Taking two fucking steps toward you and cupping your cheeks. Thumbs curving along bone as his soft lips press against yours. Absurdly chaste while there’s a knife in your back, he tastes like strawberry chapstick.

“Touch her, big man,” Jimmy’s jab dies as a snicker right by your ear, “Go on, she was gonna fuckin’ let you tonight anyway, right?”

Daisuke’s cheeks enflame, he pulls away just to hide his face from you again. Cheek to your forehead as he swallows hard. Palms oozing sweat against your face.

“I- I- I can’t……”

“I- I- I- I wasn’t asking,” Jimmy mocks, kicking Daisuke onto his back. The younger man ‘oofs’ and groans in agony while Jimmy wrings you into his side with one arm and the other swoops down to drag Daisuke over rocks and dirt until he’s propped against Jimmy’s truck tire.

His thumb sweeps along the curve of your waist almost affectionately and you feel bile burn the back of your throat. He spreads Daisuke’s legs with his boot and pricks the fold of Daisuke’s jeans with his knife, spitting for him to peel them off.

“Not hard yet,” Jimmy’s hand on your waist comes up to squeeze a tit, rough hands searing through your shirt, “With a pretty thing like this grabbing onto you? You gay?”

Daisuke keeps his eyes low, frantic fingers fumbling his fly.

“Help his ass out, baby,” he grunts in your ear. Cigarette stink wafting into your face.

Jimmy shoves you onto your knees, dirt flying up staining the material of your mom’s skirt. Jagged rocks skinning the palms of your hands. When you don’t immediately claw at Daisuke’s pants, the heel of his boot finds your ass to kick you forward. Scratching your nose against the teeth of Daisuke’s zipper.

Without any thought behind it at all, Daisuke’s hips jump against your mouth. The quietest ‘sorry’ slips out seconds later. When you try to pick your head up, Jimmy stomps it back down and encourages Daisuke to hump.

Lean thighs twitch around your head. Daisuke hesitates, then firmly plants both feet in the ground and mewls when his groin smushes into the fat of your cheek. You reach around his hip to at least shuck open the offensive material binding his cock rather than let denim serrate your face.

Half-hard and still pudgy, Daisuke flops out. He can’t look you in the eye whatsoever, preferring instead to let his gaze linger at your lips. That avoidant stare remains strong, even as he fists his pitching chub to feed into your parted mouth.

Tongue poking out to softly lave up from his balls to his reddening tip, already leaking over the bridge of your nose.

“Sorry,” Daisuke whispers, eyes clenched but he’s trying to coax you to take him into your warm mouth, “Sorry… sorry…”

A hard tug at the bottom of your skirt is the only warning you get before a second pressure at the hem drives upward. Sharp sounds of threads snapping race through the air as Jimmy cuts open the back and ribs the fabric aside to rip open your underwear. One thumb massaging down the seam of your cunt before finding your clit and circling absentmindedly.

His hand drifts away one moment and his cock prods your hole the next.

A warbled gn-hn-nyooooo bubbles out around Daisuke’s dick in your mouth, throat bobbing and squeezing his veins. Despite himself and you, Daisuke moans. Fisting a hand at the back of your head, yanking not to pull you off nor to push you deeper. Just because it’s about all he can do without pissing off Jimmy.

“‘Nooo,’” he mimics, throwing a faux sniffle and whimper out as he sinks inside you, “Fuckin’ wet for it, though,” his palm claps roughly on your ass, groping the scorching flesh and pulling you open to watch you suck him in, “Knew you were a skank, hah, coming up to the worst guy in the lot for attention. You wanted this shit, baby, didn’t you?” he knocks Daisuke’s hand on your head aside, replacing it with his own and pressing your nose into wiry black pubes, “Didn’t you?”

You just wanted to go to a fucking concert.

Daisuke gasps at the squelching sound of your pussy swallowing Jimmy inch by fat inch. Your throat constricts around him. He feels around the front of your neck, pushing on the protrusion of his weepy head like a button and the sensation makes globs of drool dribble down his chin.

Jimmy leans his weight on you from behind, calloused hands cutting up your sides and along the ridges of your ribs to fondle your tits. Laying his chest to your back, having the nerve to kiss along your shoulder and bite. Still forcing you down, as if you aren’t practically molten against Daisuke’s groin, until you’re snorting for air through your nose and Daisuke’s twitching in your jaw.

Cum splatters down your gullet and fucked deeper by Daisuke’s shaking hips before Jimmy wrangles you upright. Sinking tobacco-yellowed canines into the junction of your shoulder pending his own shivering, shuddering orgasm. All but snarling and barking like a dog, emptying inside you. Shallow cuts left in the wake of his blunt nails.

To really, really bind part of himself to -or inside- you forever; Secure this as the worst night of your life.

Jimmy stumbles back, pulling up his pants and rebuckling his belt before sliding back into the truck. A lighter clicks and a cigarette sizzles and Jimmy lets out the most ailed sigh you’ve ever heard.

Daisuke cries. Shrinking into himself miserably.

You climb into the truck, stapling tattered shirt and torn skirt to wherever they’ll remain and hide the rest of your dignity. Peeling seat scratching your bare ass as you softly ask,

“Mr. Zare… Can I borrow a jacket?”

Jimmy nods, throwing an arm around the back of the seat in search while exhaling smoke into your face. Eventually he finds and pulls out a dark green piece with silver buttons.

“Boy, get your ass in here and stop whining!”

Jimmy doesn’t wait until Daisuke has even shut the door after himself before whipping off the side of the road. And he doesn’t even ask if you still want to go to the show before taking you home.

Kissing your cheek.

Murmuring, “Nobody’ll fucking believe you, slut.”

You talk to the worst guy in the lot for attention, after all.

[luvologyy]

Older, just a little bit colder.

Jimmy x innocent/younger reader ˊˎ-

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

TW!: age gape! (readers in her early/mid 20s, and Jimmy is in his mid 30s.) Corruption kink? Idk sorry didnt double checkkk, innocence kink, Jimmy being a Lil perv, Jimmy being pushy, dark content, etc.

Nsfw! Mdni!! Ahh if you don't like what I write don't interact or leave hate 😁

Credits: divider by cafekitsune !🫶

At first, when you joined the crew, he didn't think much of you. He did notice when everyone would talk to each other, but you'd be distant and not really talk to anyone. He got a little curious.

★ he already has to deal with annoying tasks and the crew members. He hoped you wouldn't be as "annoying and bugging," as he said.

★ You're naturally submissive, listening to everything he tells you to do, “hey, y/n, could you grab that for me?” And without complaining or whining, you nod your head, “yes, sir.” This dude is pussy whipped already

★ he'll stare at you from afar, examining your body, seeing how your employee jumpsuit wraps around your curves. Imagining the most filthiest things about you, then when you'd catch him staring at you, he'd look away IMMEDIATELY like he did nun.

★ he started talking to you more and asking for you to do thingss.. for him. It'll start off innocent like basic stuff around the ship and work.

★ the more he talked to you, the more he noticed on how naive and innocent you were. Not knowing any bad things in this world or any dirty filthy things. He quickly took advantage of it girll

★ he asked you to sit in the cockpit with him, then.. he asked you to sit on his lap. You were skeptical about it, but he assured you it was fine. So you did. You knew he was older, had more experience, so you didn't think anything of it, You trusted him. And plus, he knew you wouldn't say no to him. He'd know you'd say yes to anything..

★ Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most innocent minimal of things to make him melt.

★ from my other headcanons, WE ALL KNOW Jimmy's a little pervert. You could make the slightest struggle noise while working or make the slightest facial expressions. He could feel the tent pitched up in his pants, yall..

★ he fantasizes about his hands on your thighs, your soft lips on his, or his hickeys on you. Just the sight of you looking all used up and tired will make him cum in his pants. 100%.

★ he'll watch you work, seeing the way you sit and squat on the floor, the way the fabric your uniform perfectly tightens around your ass. Yeah this dudes A PERVVV I TELL YOU

★ whenever you're not around, he'll sneak into your room and go through your things, like clothes or whatever. He'll find a shirt of yours or panties and steal them. YUP DUDES A PANTY STEALER!

★ once he gets comfortable around you, he'll start making Hella innopropriate jokes or comments about you while he's talking to you. He knows you won't understand, so it makes it better for him. He makes comments like "any guy that gets to fuck you is the luckiest guy on the planet." Or shit like "just looking at you gets me all horned up for you." Idk cringey shit like that💀

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

Curly being the one who can’t handle spice has me cackling .

Poll time

[caotictimmy]

if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏

[yoyomomiko]

omg you should definitely talk more about marking daisuke and the other way around 🙂‍↕️ i would love to mark him up

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: BITING; marking, hickeys, SUGGESTIVE (nsfw but not fully, so I guess mdni??), praising kink, small mention of dirty talking, small mention of bottom, submissive and soft dom Daisuke, cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(A/N): I was so embarrassed to write this but like UGH I'm obsessed with Daisuke so badly rn it's insane😣 Also I'm so sorry this is kinda short and rushed😢 -> m.list

★MARKING HIM

You have to hold a hand over his mouth, he won't shut up. He's whining and making so many noises❗

He's not really that much into you marking him, but he surely won't mind one bit

Leave a trail of hickeys and watch him PANIC.

He's so scared that somebody (Swansea) is gonna notice, and then scold him and also possibly you too😔

Imagine the look on his face while he realizes you left marks

IMAGINE PRAISING HIM WHILE YOU'RE NIPPING AT HIS SKIN THOOO

"You're doing so good for me," "Shit, mm, uh-huh..."

Sitting on top of him in one of your rooms and kissing him, leaving dark red marks trailing from his neck to his chest

He doesn't know how to cover them up, you gotta help him🥲

Like, he's gonna have something around his neck and when Swansea asks about it he's like

"Oh, you know, fashion."

He asks you not to mark him too high up because he's scared😔

Overall he enjoys it, not too into receiving from you but if you like it then he's all for it🙌

★MARKING YOU

Boy oh boy😍

When I tell you to get ready, to prepare yourself fully, then do it. Take a break, stare at the invisible camera for a second and then go back to reading.

UGH Daisuke is so fucking IN FOR IT

He loves loves LOVES giving them to you, he's so into it, it boosts his ego to see you all marked up by him🙏

Will gently kiss your skin before completely BITING into you, leaving so many dark purple marks over your neck and shoulders

Thinking about sitting on top of the desk in the utility room while Swansea is having his lunch break, making out with Daisuke, his lips all over your skin, leaving hickeys everywhere (might write a fic about this)

If you let even the slightest noise escape your mouth, he's gonna take it as a "go on"

Bottom Daisuke this, Submissive Daisuke that, WHAT ABOUT SOFT DOM DAISUKE??

Imagine just cuddling with him at night and he just buries his face in your shoulder. You think it's a cute gesture until you feel a slight sting and realize he's nipping at your skin (also might write a fic about this)

He's gonna gently kiss the hickeys he left on you to soothe you, he's just sweet like that😋

If you like it, TELL HIM.

"Am I doing good?" "Yes, very good-"

You can barely even talk because he's digging his teeth into you so much

He's gonna ask if he's doing good in between kisses just because🫶

Did I mention he's not big on dirty talking? I mean, he does it accidentally sometimes, but he just cringes whenever he tries.

BUT HE'S BIG ON PRAISING SO😝

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY WHILE AT IT

Will also leave full on teeth marks, just a heads-up, he's a vampire❗

Overall he likes giving marks more than receiving

"It's not accurate, that's not how Daisuke would be!!" idc these are MY headcanons so shoo😠

★yoyomiko ★miko

[quantum1mmortality]

omg uhhhh…

curly giving/receiving head headcanons??…

it’s so generic but I’m on the floor sobbing I’m desperate for more of this man, you’re an incredible writer and I love what you’ve written abt curly so far!!

I want to give this man the most world shattering head he's ever had in his whole life, like soiled sheets and fucking mind boggling orgasms. RIGHT NOW

Tw/cw; Afab!reader, cunnilingus AND filatio!!!! that's all I think

Not proofread

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Receiving

He whimpers.

No but like seriously, he does whimper. He'd be so caught up in the feeling that just slips out, along with him saying your name ofc 🤭

He'd be more of a sheet gripper than a hair gripper. Like I said in my marriage hcs, Curly tries his best to not be rough with you; and in his eyes, gripping onto your hair is being rough.

He mainly thinks that way because he's under the assumption that it hurts you, which he wants no part of. So, he sticks to what he thinks is best for you.

But sometimes he just can't help himself, the pleasure he's feeling overrules his own morals, and he breaks.

So every once in a while, he'll grab a hold of your hair and just.. push you down a little further and hold you there. It isn't his fault, he doesn't mean to! But he feels awful about it in the moment

Once he's finished, he's an incoherent mess. He's so fucked out he can't even form words properly, but after a few minutes he can say "thank you". Why does he thank you? He thinks it's nice; a gentlemanly thing to do.

He'll eventually apologize, just give him a few more minutes to compose himself.

Giving

Curly would be the type of man to constantly want you sitting on his face. And I mean CONSTANTLY.

He'd definitely use it as foreplay all the time. Even if you don't need it, he'll still insist. He probably gets more pleasure from it than you do.

Even though he doesn't want to hurt you, that rule for him doesn't apply when he's eating you out. His hands leave actual MARKS from how hard he's pulling your thighs down while trying to keep you still.

Do you guys remember what doja cat said about big noses? Curly would DEFINITELY position your waist in a way that your clit is resting on his nose. And then he'd use his grip on your thighs to rock you back and forth, as if you're riding it

As you can imagine it doesn't take long to cum after he starts doing that, and he's not letting a single drop go to waste. It's his favorite snack actually, he likes working for what he deserves 🤭

More often than not he'd ask to do it again, but it takes so much energy out of you that you physically can't sit up. It's like he's sucking the life out of you, both literally and metaphorically.

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A/n: Got me holding my breath I've been dreaming of this all night, thinking all the time about you hope that's alright

[stoopidpigeonxx]

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑶 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏. ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

CAPTAIN CURLY SMUT HEADCANNONS !! NSFW under the cut. MDNI.

(These are all completely random, not tied to any prompt. I just want more stuff about this guy cuz I love him) Fandom/characters: Mouthwashing, Captain Curly, other characters briefly mentioned.

Content warning: Smut (obviously), p in v, curlys packing, title kink, thigh-riding, face-sitting, size difference, manhandling, reader is AFAB, creampie, multiple rounds, riding, cursing, J*mmy.

-He's a grower, not a shower.

I firmly believe Curly is a distinguished gentleman, unlike J*mmy who would most likely brag about how big he is and end up only being like, 5 or 6 inches. Curly, however, will not mention his size until you see it for yourself. And when he sees your face, he panics. "Oh-shit, uh- i-is it gonna be too big for you? It's okay if it is, I should've warned you.."

He's four inches soft, uncut. I think he keeps himself decently groomed. He's not completely bare, but it isn't a forest. He's got a little v-line that's only visible when he wears sweatpants that you go absolutely feral over. When he gets hard, whoo boy. 9 inches, throbbing. He's got a cute little vein near his tip that you like to attack when you're sucking him off because it makes his thighs shake. He's got a little bit of a mushroom tip, maybe more rounded. Perfect for hitting all those good spots inside you. In short, he's big. (he tucks it, that's why he doesn't have a bulge in his sprites. Also I'm sorry trans-Curly headcannon people ;-;)

-"Need a seat? I'll volunteer."

VEEEEEERRRYYY into face-sitting. Very. Like, the first thing he wants when you guys get freaky is for you to sit on his face. He's not exactly sure why he likes it, to be honest, he just loves the feeling of you absolutely lose yourself on his tongue. He isn't worried about suffocating or anything, since he's a lot bigger than you, so don't be afraid to ride his face! he can handle it! But seriously, use this guy as a seat. He'd give you a few licks up your slit at first to warm you up (again, gentleman) before going for your clit. And when he gets it, he sucks. Hard. He'd also probably sneak a finger or two inside you to add extra stimulation, because he really wants you to come on his face. He desperately yearns for the sound of you screaming his name as your juices cover his face and tongue, letting you ride your orgasm out before lifting you off his face and setting you down. "Alright, sweet-stuff, my turn. On your knees, please."

-Save a Polle, ride his big ass thighs.

So... we've all seen his sprite. He's thick as fuck. He's got a booty and bigger tits than me. But he also has deliciously large thighs.. so use that to your advantage, because he's totally down with it. He likes using it as foreplay to get you wet enough to take him, and he just likes the feeling. He'll probably give himself a hand while you're doing it, or he'll just watch and leave the touching to you.

He isn't much for public sex, but if you're really horny, he'll let you get high on his thigh over his uniform and gently praise you when you come. It gives him a little buzz to be doing something like that in a risky situation, like while he's in the cockpit sitting at the control panel, or even in the commons of the ship with Daisuke in a few rooms away. When you do come, which isn't that long after, he'll kiss you all over your face and head and twirl your hair in his fingers, using his other hand to rub your ass or back.

"There you go, sweetheart, that's a good girl. Good job."

-Sir yes sir.

I know, I know. He gets called 'Captain' and 'Sir' for his job. But if its coming from you when he's balls deep in you.. It's an entirely different reaction.

"D-did.. you just call me- mgh..- Captain?"

It makes him ferociously horny to hear that title slip from your lips, so pray you'll still walk tomorrow. "Ooh, fuck, yeahhh. Call me that again, baby. Call me that again.. Uh-huh. Captain takin' care of this pretty lil' pussy, huh.."

He doesn't dirty talk that explicitly, but you calling him captain gets his creative juices flowing. Oh, also his come. Yeah..

Its also perfect teasing material. You two couldn't even be getting it on, you'd just sneak up behind him and kiss him on the cheek and say "Morning, Captain!" In that tone you know drives him wild. Boom, hard. Poor guy.

-Yeehaw!

favorite position? Cowgirl. For many reasons. One, he loves looking at your face while you ride his cock. The noises, the facial expressions you make, the way your tits bounce up and down with your hips.. He wishes it was a renaissance painting to look at every morning. He also just likes being able to hold you easily. When you're on his lap, its easier for him to snake a hand up and hold your hair out of your face, or to give your ass gentle love taps (he would never spank you, unless asked to). He's a very hands-on guy and wants to touch you, everywhere he can.

Of course, he doesn't mind the occasional doggy, or missionary, or hell, even a Full Nelson, because you KNOW he's able to hold you like that. Manhandling comes naturally with Curly. Gently, of course. He would never hurt you.

-Gets a little messy.

Curly's no one pump chump. He'll go for hours. Even if he's came inside you at least five times, he'll keep going. He's got hella impressive stamina. His motivation? Seeing your cunt leaking his seed when he pulls out. He wants you to still find it in your underwear 3 days later. No hole goes unfilled. He's not exactly a breeder, per-say, though he definitely wouldn't complain about getting you pregnant, he just likes seeing you in a state. He thinks of it as artwork, leaving you so stuffed to the brim. The next day, he'd pull you aside and give you a quick finger-orgasm, just to see if his come's still in there. When it leaks onto his fingers along with your own, he's a very happy man. "Ahh, look at that. Still got it in ya. Should fill you up even more later, hm?"

oof. my hands hurt. ;-;

[phosphostar]

Need to feel Curly’s beard while he’s eating me out ASAP

FUCK YES ANON OH MY GOD

nsfw IMMEDIATELY under the cut!!!

“oh- oh god, curly!” i whimper as his scruffy stubble brushes again my sensitive thighs, curly still not letting up. i’m on my.. my 2nd orgasm? 3rd? i have no fucking idea, he’s making me feel so good.

“my sweet sweet baby” he groans against my sopping cunt, lapping away at all the juices i can give him. he pulls away just before i cum again, and i whine out. both at the loss of contact, but just the look on his face. his baby blue eyes hazed over, chin and stubble soaked by my juices. fuckkkk he’s so beautiful. so so beautiful.

“you okay?” he asks, looking into my eyes as mr jaw slacks slightly. “hm?” i asked him, fucked out of my mind by just his tongue. “please keep going, captain..” i say, my voice hoarse. something flicks in his mind, and i can see it in his eyes. he slams his face back into my cunt, moaning and screaming out as he eats me out even tougher. this is gonna be a long night, and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

[th3cadav3r]

NSFW Mouthwashing Headcanons PT2–Back On Earth

content: kissing, oral, sex toys, spanking, name-calling, scent kink, implied marriage proposal, reader is female

author’s note: This takes place after the Tulpar lands back on Earth. This is also an AU in which the crash obviously never happened and Jimmy never assaulted Anya(because he would’ve been in jail by now). Lastly, please assume that the reader lives near whoever I’m writing about because realistically these people probably all live in completely different places

Daisuke

Almost immediately asked you out on a date, which eventually ended in him sneaking you into his house very late at night

Yeah y’all fucked. Very quietly cuz his parents were asleep in the room across the hall

You guys usually sneak in a few quickies every now and then at his house

It’s only when you invite him over to your place that you get to take it slow

Likes foreplay a lot, specifically fondling and kissing

Terrible at dirty talk and he doesn’t quite know how to respond to it either, so physical touch is usually what gets him in the mood

If his cat (Bonsai) walks in while you two are getting it on, he’ll immediately want to stop. He just feels so guilty doing that sort of thing in front of his baby

Sometimes cums way too fast, but he just keeps going like nothing happened

At some point after a passionate session, he asked you what exactly he is to you

And when you told him that you want to be with him and see where this goes, he couldn’t stop smiling

Another round shortly ensued

Anya

By the time you arrived back on Earth, you had already established a relationship with her. You moved into her house which meant pure, private, uninterrupted bliss almost everyday

It was actually her that introduced toys in the bedroom. She bought a vibrator and really wanted to try it on you, though she was definitely shy about it

You bought her a rose toy for her birthday. Needless to say, she came about six times that night, screaming your name the whole way through

Starts mumbling in Russian or in Mandarin (or wherever you headcanon her from) when she gets really into it. You never know what the fuck she’s saying and whenever you ask afterwards she’s too embarrassed to translate

Really likes when you trace your finger or hand down her back. Makes her shiver every time in the best way possible

Bites her bottom lip involuntarily when she’s excited. It’s literally the hottest thing ever when she’s on top of you, looking down at you while biting her lip

Always smells like powder. You definitely sneak in a few sniffs while kissing her cheek or her neck

Curly

Asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend shortly after returning to Earth, to which you of course said yes

You invited him over to your place, eager to see him again. And also eager to have him inside you…

Make sure you stretch before he puts you in missionary because he will have you bent in half

If you and him fuck, cancel all your plans for the next day because you will not be able to stand, much less walk

When he starts swearing like a sailor, you know you’re doing a good job

Often fucks you in front of a mirror while telling you how beautiful you look

Likes carrying you bridal style to the bedroom

Never turn your back to him. He will smack your ass every chance that he gets(you should totally get back at him by smacking his ass too)

He’ll never admit this to you, but he actually likes it when you take control. He likes the thrill of you initiating intimacy, kissing his neck and leaving marks like he always does to you. And he loves it when you ride him like there’s no tomorrow, not allowing him to move a muscle as you milk him dry

When he cums, he cums A LOT. An endless amount of thick creamy ropes. He’s a little embarrassed by it cuz he always makes a mess but you honestly can’t get enough of it

Swansea

You guys also had established a relationship while on the Tulpar and you move in together when you land back on Earth

Domestic life with him is amazing. Romantic dinners, relaxing evenings, and of course crazy old people sex

Loves when you surprise him by just randomly being naked. Like one day he came home late from work and you were just on the couch completely naked waiting for him and he was so flustered he didn’t even know what to say

Depending on the intensity of your escapade, his pet names will range from “doll” to “whore”

Likes holding down yours hips while kissing you everywhere

Usually only likes taking you in the bedroom or shower. But if you’re both in the mood for it, he won’t hesitate to bend you over onto the dinner table or kitchen counter

Kinda nervous when he first ate you out, but quickly learned how to do it well with your guidance. Now he likes to eat you out everytime you suck him off to make it even

Loves it when he’s fucking you and you start vigorously rubbing your clit. Seeing you desperately chasing your orgasm always pushes him over the edge without fail

Foreplay is slow and romantic, usually involving lots of sweet talk and caressing before getting into the action

Loves surprising you in the bedroom. And on one very special night, he surprised you with an engagement ring…

Jimmy

You hung out at his place a lot. Even when it was just supposed to be a casual date, it always ended with him balls deep inside you

Always makes you suck your fingers clean after he’s had them inside you

Has ripped countless pairs of panties and tights straight off your body whenever he got too impatient

Likes slapping your cheek with his cock

“Yeah, you like that don’t you? Tch, fuckin’ slut”

Definitely a head pusher. Of course you always get your revenge by pulling onto his hair and pushing his head into your core

Absolutely terrible at eating pussy. You really have to guide him through it because otherwise he will just lap at it aimlessly and completely ignore your clit

If you leave any article of clothing by his place, he will huff it while masturbating

Probably even cums on it before returning it to you(if he even returns it at all)

Likes to cuddle after sex with his cock still inside you. One night while doing this he whispers to you, “Fuck…I should really marry you some day”

[presidentsdaughter]

SOFTER, SOFTEST !

ft. curly x fem!reader

tags. piv, body worship sort of, rimming, big dick, tit job for like 2 seconds, creampie, size kink, scent kink, balls…

note. hai.. will get back to leon soon and I think mw fandom is lacking noncon and incest fics severely.. so i will get on that with jimmy. don’t know how to characterise him yet so ooc .. just infatuated with his breasts tbh i don’t know anything works in this universe LMFAO like idk just take this with a grain of salt.. for miss @pupwashing please ignore typos !! unedited :3

You miss Curly.

You miss him more than you did yesterday, more than an idiot misses the point, like a dick misses a wet pussy–You just miss him.

It has been four months. Twenty-one weeks. One-hundred and forty days. Three-thousand, five-hundred and twenty hours. Too many minutes, a hell of a lot more seconds, the closer he gets the further he seems to be.

Big numbers make it feel like you’re getting nowhere so you cut those twenty-fours into one day. One day and he’ll be home. One day and you’ll be in bed with his stomach crushed against yours, the warmth of his flesh searing yours, fucking him into next year, until he loses his halo.

Videos aren’t enough, photos don’t do him justice, toys don’t live up to the feel of a real dick. You miss that face he makes when he cums - it’s a block away from his crying face. You miss him face down, ass up, punching holes into his dignity one thrust at a time. God, you miss that dick, how he goes red all over, him in nothing but that stupid fucking smile.

One day, you tell yourself in the mirror that morning. One day, you tell yourself when you take your lunch break. One day, one more microwaved meal for one, one more lonely night.

It used to be a big deal, you think. The whole going to space thing. Curly says it’s no big deal, but you’re pretty sure that in your great-grandpa’s heyday it was impressive. You’ve seen videos of hoards gathering to watch a ship take off, to greet crews when they landed. Today, it’s you and a plump, older woman in her bathrobe waiting in the cold.

You could spot him in any crowd, glowing like a ray of light, mostly because he’s tall, partly because everything fades into abstraction when you notice how tight his uniform is. Good god. Did he get bigger? You’re starting to sweat, it’s hard to focus when your boyfriend is making a long-sleeved jumpsuit look naughty.

Curly’s hair is a little longer, blond curls licking the nape of his neck, falling onto his forehead, his eyes are so bright and his smile is white. He looks like a policeman’s emotional support dog. A really busty support dog. He scans the sad scattering of friends, family and drivers. You’re so taken off guard by the sight of his buttons popping you almost forget to wave at him.

He beams when you spot him, suitcase dragging behind him as he jogs over. Everything is in slow motion. Like that old movie - Baywatch. He’s so excited to see you, taking you into his big arms, shoving your face in his chest like he knows just where you’d like to be. You’re disappointed in your lungs when they beg for air, lifting your head and placing it on his shoulder instead. He smells like sweat, hotel shampoo and something metallic.

“Oh.” You open your eyes and spot Jimmy skulking behind him, an unlit cigarette between his lips. You narrow your eyes at him, and Jimmy does the same. Real shady guy, the type you’d cross the street to avoid. He’s always trailing after Curly like a bad omen. “He can’t come home with us, honey,” you tell him gently, not wanting to sound like a bitch.

Which you are.

You don’t want him smoking in your car, you don’t want Curly to invite him over for takeout because that means it’ll go on for hours and you won’t get your mouth on his big, stupid dick for another day.

“Hm? Why not?” Curly asks, pressing a kiss into your hairline, the tip of his nose bumping yours tenderly.

“I don’t have space in my car for both of you and the luggage, she’s small. What if she tips over? You’re heavy enough as it is.” You smile at him, cheekily, giving his newfound hips a squeeze. They’ve always been there, but now they’re like wow. It’s only been four months, is he on steroids? Did he get pregnant? He is glowing… God knows what’s up there in the atmosphere, some cosmic horror waiting to knock up your poor boyfriend.

Curly shrugs, offering an apologetic smile to his friend. “You heard the lady.”

Jimmy’s permanent scowl seems to deepen, cementing itself in his dermal layer. “Whatever, man.” He shoves his hands into his pockets, shoulders slumped as he makes a beeline for the phonebox.

He lifts his suitcase and loads it into your car and you watch his biceps flex. You see through his clothes, you remember every freckle on his back, mapping them out like stars, leading to those dimples low on his back, the perfect resting spot for your thumbs when you grab his ass. His body is so convenient. Like he was made to be fucked every which way.

“I missed you, I thought about you everyday,” he says against your lips, leaning in to kiss you over the gearshift. “I put your picture in the cockpit actually, Jim didn’t like it, but it kept me going.”

Always so earnest. You almost feel bad for missing his body more than him.

“Aww, Curly, honey,” you coo, pinching his cheek and cupping the other, “I missed you even more.” He nuzzles into your hand, eyes closed as you comb your fingers through his messy hair.

As much as you would like to indulge his sentimentality, you have no patience to spare. If you sit here any longer, you’re going to soak through your jeans and onto your leather seat.

You put the car in drive—

“Captain? Open up!” There’s a younger man knocking on the window, leaving his grubby handprints behind. “I wanted you to meet my mom!” His voice is muffled through the glass.

You lock the windows.

“Did you lock the windows?” Curly asks, lips downturned like he’s about to pout.

You unlock the windows.

“Of course not, baby.” You pat his head and grit your teeth.

They talk for fifteen whole minutes.

Thank you for taking care of him, he can be such a handful—Oh no, not at all, he was a joy to have—I’m glad he came back in one piece—He’s a good kid—Oh, I don’t know about that—Mooom—I’d be happy to have him back for our next long haul—Seriously, Captain?—

You squirm in place, shifting from side to side, thighs pressed together as your panties stick to your core. When Curly introduces you to his crew mate, you offer a strained smile and nothing more.

The window whirs shut. You make it home in record breaking time with four tickets and only a few points taken off your license. It doesn’t matter. You’re home, inside with the curtains drawn and Curly still has clothes on.

That’s not right.

“Take it off.”

“Huh?” Curly pushes his luggage into the corner, the top few buttons of his jumpsuit have come undone and you see the tuft of blond hair on his chest.

“Take it off, please?”

“My clothes?”

“No, your wig, baby.”

He laughs, good-natured, mild-mannered, and so fucking hot.

If he won’t do it then you will.

“I haven’t even showered—“ He starts, but you shush him with a kiss, murmuring a ‘good’ against his pink mouth.

When you part, spit keeps your lips connected, the string of fate or whatever. You go in for another, hands fisting the fabric of his collar, forcing him down towards you. Curly lets out a keening noise somewhere in the back of his throat like a dog scratching at the bathroom door.

“I know, my baby, I’ll give it to you.” You pout at him, thumbing his kiss-swollen lips and watching his eyes droop. “Oh no…” The buttons on his uniform when you try to open them.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles through a mouthful of his own spit, “cheap stuff.”

“I know, but you looked so good in it.” It’s a shame, but you need to see him bare, sweat as his only accessory.

“You think?” He near bats his lashes at you, stepping out of his uniform, and you swoon.

“God, yeah.” You push him down on the couch, Curly falls back with a soft grunt. It’s not very big, especially for a man of his size, but it’ll do for now.

His cock swells in his boxers, you feel it beneath you as you sit atop him, admiring the view below. The wide expanse of his chest, the sweat pooling in his collarbones, those tits. You don’t know what else they could be.

“Wow.” You take a handful of his chest, plucking his puffy pink nipple. “Look at these, I might have some competition.”

“Shut it,” he huffs out a laugh through his nose, and the tips of ears redden.

“I’m serious, baby, you’re, like, huge.” You can’t tear your eyes away from his soft flesh, moulding beneath your fingertips like dough, you could fuck them if you really wanted. “What happened out there?”

“Had a lot of spare time, I guess.” Curly smiles sheepishly, expression contorting when you bend your neck to suck his nipple into your mouth with a wet pop! His jaw slackens, and his cock jumps like it’s been given quite the fright.

You only have one complaint. His tan lines have faded. Floating through the galaxy for months on end can do that to you. You miss them, but you missed Curly more, so you’ll make do with what you have.

And you have more than enough. More than you can handle really. You can’t even get a grasp on his bicep, he’s stupidly big and your hand is on the smaller side.

You shift backwards, wet cunt dragging over his impossibly big bulge where only his underwear keeps you from him - you kind of admire your pussy for being able to take it. Your mouth moves on, hands still groping as much as you can of his chest as you lick the ridges of his stomach, it’s like he’s forged out of marble.

Softly, Curly rubs the back of your head, trying his very best to keep his eyes on you and not let them fall shut. You feel his stomach muscles rippling under your tongue. They contract when you trace around his navel, placing a sloppy kiss just below it, where a patch of curly hair leads to his wet cock.

His cock is drooling through the white fabric of his boxers, they’re soaked enough to be see-through, you spot the fat, pink head that has been missing your kisses. “You’re so wet, baby, is it all for me?”

With a pitiful noise, he tosses his head back and nods sadly. It’s funny to hear a man of his stature whine, but it suits Curly so well.

Your fingers hook in the waistband, tugging his underwear downwards until his fat cock springs out, it’s so fucking fat it weighs itself down. The leaky head twitches, pre dripping down his thick shaft, leaving a moonlit trail to his heavy balls. So full of seed they might burst.

“Oh… Poor baby.” You give them a gentle squeeze, and Curly’s eyes roll back into his skull, hips jolting upwards.

The urge to take it into your mouth right then and there is tempting, you hold back, you want to take your time with him. Make him feel special. You seat yourself between his thighs, one leg thrown over your shoulder so it’s easier to fit on the sofa. Your thumb runs along his pink slit, dribbling out pearly strands of pre that web between your fingers. Curly whimpers, biting down on his fist.

“These are cute.” You take note of his meaty thighs, how they’ve only gotten bigger, a comfier place to sit. The stretch marks don’t go unnoticed, streaking purple and pink along the milky flesh of his inner thighs like faded brushstrokes.

“Mmmph.” He blinks at you, pouty, lashes wet with impatient tears.

“Yeah, mmmph, I know, baby, be patient.” You’re a big, fat hypocrite.

His scent is stronger down here, clean and soapy, but the tang of sweat prospers, and the underlying smell of him. The smell of his pillow, the smell of his few-days old clothes, the smell of his towel after he works out.

A few more kisses here and there, using the flat of your tongue to lave over strips of his sinewy skin, leaving him spit-slicked and breathless and flushed. You hoist his other leg over your shoulder, he’s heavy, but you’re horny and it’s given you a sudden burst of vitality.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, gripping the top of the couch, one arm over his face as you lick up the seam of his balls, mouth latching to the swollen underside, where they feel heaviest.

Curly’s cock leaks into your hair, the weight brings it down to rest on your face, tip pressed into your hairline, dripping down the bridge of your nose like sweat while you make a mess of his balls. Stuffing them into your mouth one at a time, using your hand to give the lonelier one a squeeze when your lips are kissing up on another.

The kiss to his perineum is enough to make him moan. Curly knows what’s coming. You go lower, nose nestled into his balls, breathing him while your hands spread his ass cheeks apart to get to the spot you love most.

Curly’s hole is darker than the rest of him, not quite pink like his cock, ruddier. He’s tight and he smells good. So good. You’ve never minded the hair, you think it’s pretty cute. Curtains match the drapes.

Affectionately, you kiss his puffy rim, and it throbs.

He lets out a groan that is half mortified and half ready-to-blow-his-load.

“Sure,” Curly says, voice breaking as you circle his hole with the tip of your tongue. He tastes like him, musky and sweet and coppery. Curly is home and your tongue is in his ass where it belongs, wriggling its way past his pulsing rim, hopefully all the way up into his heart.

Your thumb and middle finger stretch to meet around the girth of his cock, stroking him slowly as you work open his asshole, tongue pushing back in when he pushes you out. Once you deem him wet enough, you push a single finger knuckle-deep and he cries out, hips bucking up off the couch.

Much to his dismay, which he shows in the form of a pained whimper, your hand leaves his cock to splay over his stomach and hold him down to the best of your abilities. “You have to stay still, honey.”

You feed a second finger into him, his hole squelching as you curl them inside of him. Curly clenches tight enough to cut off your blood circulation, sucking you back in when you ultimately pull them out with a lewd noise. He opens his mouth on instinct, pupils so blown out his light eyes seem dark, you push your fingers down his throat and he sucks.

“You’re so cute,” you mumble, watching him intently, he’s like a pin-up model of some sort. An X-rated action figure. “Taste good?”

“Not really,” Curly says. He’s so honest it makes you laugh. He shuffles back to rest his head on the arm of the couch, cock bobbing, still leaking like nobody’s business, leaving little droplets of wet in its wake.

It’s ready to burst, but you’re not done with him yet. You haven’t had your fill. When you spend half your time with your head between his thighs, you miss out on all the faces he pulls. So you spit on your tits to get them wet, his cock is slick enough, nothing should chafe when you squeeze his cock between them.

“Christ,” Curly grits out, brows knitting together, the second coming and he hasn’t even had his first.

“You wanna cum like this?” You ask, kneading your tits on either side of his cock, each time the tip pops up past your cleavage, it bumps your chin and leaves it slick.

“No…” He shakes his head, curls bouncing, sticking to his forehead, the hair near his nose is curlier with the added sweat. “Inside.”

“I can do that for you, babe.” You smile at him, acting like that wasn’t your plan in the first place, like you haven’t been dying for a warm creampie since he landed back on earth. You give the fat head of his dick one sloppy kiss, making sure to tongue his slit before you clamber on top of him.

It should be an easy task to get him inside, you’ve been wet for the last twenty-four hours, your pussy is throbbing like it’s got a heartbeat. Slick dries on your inner thighs and your clit is buzzing, a rush of arousal passes over you like a cold wave when you lift your hips to guide his dick into you.

Oh. Wow. That’s a stretch. 

In theory, you know big Curly’s dick is. It’s a fucking horsecock, and you have eyes bigger than your stomach. You always overestimate yourself. You think you’re gonna be just fine, then his fat tip breaches your little hole, no matter how wet, and you lose it, scrambling to grasp his shoulders as your body is racked with shivers.

Curly’s kind enough to steady you, big hands finding purchase on your hips. His needy noises get through to you, and you push on, sliding down and taking him to the hilt. His dick curves upwards into your cervix, rubbing the fleshy opening as you adjust to his dick after four whole months of nothing worthwhile.

He’s so big. You’re so wet, slippery pussy slicking up his cock, and making things easier for the both of you.

“I love you.” Curly shudders, looking right into your eyes like he’s afraid to blink and miss a single thing.

“I love you too,” you tell him, eyes on his tits.

He’s so deep, feet planted on the couch as he fucks into you, unable to help himself. You get it. You’re tight, warm, and wet. Better than his fist. Your pussy is noisy, squelching each time you bottom you, grinding your clit into his pelvis, feeling his cock twitch each time you tighten around him. The plap of his balls hitting your ass when enough momentum is built up.

Curly’s helpful, when he sees you tense up, throwing your head back and rolling your hips over and over, you want him deeper and deeper, he wets his fingers with your slick and rubs figure eights into your clit.

It’s just enough to make your toes curl—Oh, who are you kidding? You near blackout when you cum, moaning so loud you scare yourself. You see black. Like someone’s drawn the curtains in your mind, ending the show. Your nails dig into his skin, but he’s always put up with that like a champ.

“Holy fuck.” Shaking still, you blink to clear your vision, you’ve wet his navel and his tummy and the couch might be ruined. You don’t even remember when he came inside you. What a shame. Feels good though, still warm. Sighing, you lay against his chest, Curly’s soft cock slips out of your hole, resting on his thigh. “Welcome home, Captain.”

[goingdownondaisuke]

Can you write the tuplar crew with a s/o who can't control their volume in bed (🔞 nsfw)

ofc ofc!! thank u for ur request lovely anon!

(afab reader, she/her pronouns, nsfw under the cut!!)

anya ۶ৎ

gets very flustered when you won't shut the hell up

esp on the tulpar, will try to gently remind you to stay quiet while she's beneath you

and if that doesn't work, she'll slap her hand over your mouth and finger you a bit more roughly

its a bit different when you're riding her face, however

like before, she'll give you a small warning by squeezing your waist

and if you're still loud, she'll dig her long nails into your hips and thrust her tongue into you

...which is kinda counterintuitive but oh well

now, if you two are on earth and in the comfort of your shared home, make all the noise you want!!

she totally gets off to it

'no way im making someone as beautiful as her feel this good...'

"hey, shhh, keep it down a bit, yeah?"

curly ۶ৎ

regardless of whether or not you're typically loud during sex, you're going to be loud w curly, because man is he BIG

he knows you're gonna be loud so he usually fucks you in the cockpit or utility room, where it's a bit more soundproof

but of course he's gonna ask you to quiet down regardless bc who knows who could be lurking??!

he'll either tell you to bite your hand, cover your mouth, or he'll rip off your panties and shove them into your mouth

none of them work

for the rare times he'll take you in his room, he always has you face down and screaming into the pillows

he wants to see ur pretty little face scrunched up in the most blissful expressions, but goddamn he just dicks you down too well

a small (huge) part of him really just wants to fuck you anywhere and let everyone hear you scream his name

"fuck, princess, that feel real good, yeah?"

"god, so loud y/n."

daisuke ۶ৎ

it just swells his ego, tbh

he's just like, "wow, i'm making her make these sounds?!"

so cute

of course, he still wants you to hush, but isn't sure how to get you to without being mean

he'll try to be as sweet as possible, he'll run his hand up and down your waist or press his thumb to your lips while whispering little praises in you ear

"you feel so good, but please keep it down before we get caught!"

starts to get a little scared when you keep moaning and squealing at an excessive volume, genuinely has no idea what to do 😭

like curly, will also try to take you to more closed off places, mainly the utility room because it's not odd for him to be in there anyway

it's hilarious how panicked he gets when you two are fucking, one time he took off his hawaiian shirt and shoved it into your mouth

and surprisingly it did the job!!!!

"am i doing good? i must be..."

jimmy ۶ৎ

he totally gets off to it

so much so that he won't even do anything, he'll just let you scream

it happens so often that curly has to talk to the two of you about your volume

he even separated you two for a day, not like that was gonna do anything beneficial

like daisuke, but on a way worse level, it inflates his ego to no end

you'll be moaning loud as fuck and he's just there grinning in your face

he's not very used to women actually enjoying his dick as much as you do, they're typically just cheap whores or girls he's taken advantage of

but you?? coming and clamping around his cock as you moan into the air?? without being forced??

it makes him come like a thousand times quicker

"ooh, you like that dick? i know you do."

"yeah, let everyone else know who's pussy this is."

swansea ۶ৎ

he knows how to deal with youngins like you, after all, he has tons of experience from his wife

he gives your ass harsh smacks when you don't hush, and if that doesn't work he'll pull his thick cock out of you and chastise you while smacking it on your cunt

he's definitely a pussy slapper/clit pincher

orgasm denial orgasm denial orgasm denial

will also just straight up slap the fuck outta you if you keep on

he's so mean i kinda need him

he literally doesn't understand you, its so easy to shut up to him

prefers to have you ass up face down so you can make all that noise onto whatever surface he's fucking you on

dw he's super sweet afterwards, will gives you kisses all over and whisper praise and hdjidissk

"damn woman, can't be that good..."

"make a noise like that again and i'll leave you high and dry young lady."

[stxrryskys]

Twitter links for the MW crew :3 pleaseeeeeee (you don't have to ofc)

So boom there I was making MW Twitter links.... These are gunna be 2 to a character cuz ya girl doesn't watch that much porn. And YES this will include jambalaya but.. Nothing involving rape. THANK YOU.

Requests are open!

YOU NEED TO BE LOGGED INTO YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT FOR THESE TO WORK!

c/w: Rough fucking, oral (f) Cum visuals😮‍💨, tit sucking, thigh riding, AFAB reader for all.

Daisuke : let Daisuke show you how sorry he is!

Things have been stressful since the crash..this is a perfect stress relief

Curly: he's been stressed, he got a little carried away

Sometimes he doesn't realize how big and rough he is

Anya: you just wanted to take a break with your girlfriend!

Shes just so worried about everything, help her wind down, will ya?

Swansea: he can't control his morning wood anymore:(

Riding his thigh because he's just had a long day but you still wanna get off

Jimmy: plug your holes! All of 'em!

A bit excessive, no?

Thank you for reading!! Thank you for the request!

[luvologyy]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Jimmy/curly x F reader ˊˎ- (both separate)

CONTAINS: thigh riding - orgasms, squirting, oral fixations, daddy kink, finger sucking, degrading, twisted dynamic (specifically between jimmy and reader, can't write that man nicely) nicknames [bunny, sweetheart, sweet girl, baby]

Drabble, I worked a lil extra for you guys 👀

Reblogs and likes are always appreciated, baby ౨ৎ

Jimmy ★

"Nice and wet already, huh, bunny?" Jimmy says from above you, your pretty cheeks flushing over with warmth as his hands come down to grasp your hips.

The sounds of your whines and moans echoing in the cockpit, Your heart hammering in your chest, your eyelashes batting rapidly, your hands frantically holding onto his shirt. It feels wrong - so, so wrong to be naked atop of him, especially when he's fully dressed. You're so bothered - so embarrassed that you actually look like you're going to cry, your doe-eyes glistening with tears.

"You gonna cry, baby? You gonna cry when you cum all over daddy's pants?" His tone drips with mockery, and he has the audacity to laugh at you when you breathe out shakily, your hands trembling as you grip tighter onto his shirt. "So patheic."

“Please stop,” you whimper as he grinds your hips for you roughly, his uniform pants stimulating your clit shamefully. “It - it feels weird,”

"It feels good and you don't like it," jimmy interrupts plainly, his fingers toying with your lips, letting out a quiet hiss as your mouth instinctively wraps around them to suck. "That's my girl. My little bouncy bunny, bouncing up and down her daddy's thighs. Feel's good, doesn't it?"

Shamefully humming in agreement, you dip your head slightly, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers, sucking carefully. Perhaps it's because there's so much of him that you can't hold back. The folds of his uniform press against you harshly, the fabric stimulating your clit, and you pathetically whine against him.

Jimmy smirks, leaning back slightly to take you all in. He presses his fingers against your tongue, satisfied with just how well you're taking him - how you're grinding against him despite the shame and guilt that comes with it. "Come undone all over my pants, baby. I want the crew to see what a dirty little slut you are."

As you gasp against him, your little hips desperately rutting on his thighs, squirting all over him like you have no shame, he lets out a gentle low groan, You're going to do this all over again until you're an even more crying, weeping mess on his thighs.

Captain curly ᡣ𐭩

Thick thighs; strong thighs. Once weak and small, foreign to the strength needed to work and carry supplies around the tulpar, now tough and powerful. It's hard to drag your eyes away from him as he kneads moisture into his legs to soothe the aching from working.

When you two were in his room, he was already in his pj's. Curly sat on his bed. You watched him roll up his shorts to put lotion on his thighs.

"You starin' at me, sweetheart?" Curlys voice is slightly raspy and calming, his eyes not leaving his lap as he addresses you.

a slight flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. "No.." you lied, curly chuckles to himself, rubbing the moisturizer into his thighs in hard, circular motions, th

"Why dont you come sit, yeah?" He said, patting his moisturized lap. His thighs glistened with lotion. You fiddled with your fingers nervously, having second thoughts. Glancing at his strong thighs.

"Cmon, I know you wanna, sweetheart."

Curly stares at you, patting his soft thighs. Gesturing you to sit.

Godd his thighs were so strong. Flexing every time he roll his thumbs against a particularly tight knot, and you find yourself dreaming about what you could do with them. How good they could make you feel.

"You okay, sweetheart? Seem to be dozin' off slightly." You snapped back to reality, you nod your head. You walking over to curly and sitting on his lap.

Curlys hand slither into your hair, and you mewl quietly, your nose brushing against one of his thighs. You pepper a soft kiss to it, and he hums. ""Mmm. Sit on my lap for me, sweet girl, that's right - uh-huh, perfect."

It's a strange feeling at first. Curlys thighs are lotioned up, soft and glistening, and you find your body slipping subconsciously down his thighs. Your bottom half is almost bare against him, and you stifle an obnoxious moan as he steadies your hips so you don't slip anymore. The friction feels amazing, and you pout at his steadying, wiggling your hips side by side softly.

You hope he doesn't notice, but curly isn't stupid. He grins to himself as he softly begins to roll your hips up and down, pressing you hard against his thighs. Your arms wrap around him instinctively, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your senses overstimulated with his scent and the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under your cunt.

"Let's see how good I can make you feel, huh, sweet girl?"

A/n: Enjoy kitties 🫶

[sagesbard]

Can you please do NSFW daisuke head cannons please??

ofc ofc

NSFW MDNI

A whiner 100%

Anytime he's close he's just whining and whimpering about how good it feels.

As you went up and down on him the lewd wet sounds of your bodies echoing off the walls. "F-fuck baby, feels so so so good" Daisuke whines his hands on your hips like a fucking vice at this point.

He cries when he cums. No elaboration.

Overstimulate him and he's yours.

Ofc y'all talked about it before and explained what y'all wanted.

His choked out moans and cries were all you heard as your hand went up and down his cock. His hips jerking and jutting against your hand as tears streamed down his face. "Too good, gonna cu-um again" he whines as more spurts of cum shoot out of his cock, going all over your hand as you kept going.

He probably calls you mommy or ma'am in the moment, he just likes the thought of you having more control or power over him yk?

A/N: that's all I got rn the seasonal depression is starting to seep in but imma try to keep stuff coming out for y'all <3