#The Cowboy Ropes in A Bunny

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The Cowboy Ropes in A Bunny || Striker x Reader

pairings: striker x reader

tags: this fic contains slow burn, strangers to lovers but at the same time fuck buddies, and is not canon compliant. the reader has a name and set appearance. this fic is also 18+ mdni!

others: this is cross-posted on my ao3! so if you'd like, you can read it there too :) this is my first time writing something like this, so i would love to hear your feedback! reblogs and likes are appreciated :3

Chapter 1: A Bump on The Road

this chapter contains: light nsfw topics. mdni!

Rabbit Imps. One of the lowest ranking succubi from the Lust Ring, often seen in lower-end strip clubs where broke, horny demons can go for a cheap fuck.

Rabbits, famously called ‘Buns’, are around the same height as Imps. Their fur can range from one shade of white until black, but some buns come with spots across their body. Their scleras are red, irises are different shades of fainted pink, and pupils are white. They have small horns on the top of their head, while their ears hang lower by the sides of their face. Buns’ faces are generally round and small, paired with whiskers at the cheeks. Rabbits have three fingers and one thumb, each finger with padding underneath. Lastly, a Bun’s body type ranges from whatever the client prefers.

Since they’re so low on the class of succubi, they do and take anything it takes to make a living. Sex sells, don’t it?

So, here’s a day in the life of one of the most famous camgirls in all of Hell—you.

“Seeker…” You murmur the username as you play with the rim of your glass with your teeth.

You had just finished one of your streams and were checking the donations as you replenish your energy. ‘Seeker’ was, as usual, one of the top donors from your audience. He was a sweet talker, praising you with affirmations and calling you sweet names every time he ‘spoke’.

You remember when he first became part of your audience.

You were warming up the stream with subtle, dirty talk that was leading to a roleplay you had planned— when your notification blew up with his username.

‘Cut with the foreplay, sweetheart. I wanna see how pretty you bounce.’ It read—next to the highest amount of money you had ever received at the time.

You were so surprised. Then, to treat your new viewer as a thanks, you changed up the plan and pace.

He gave you another donation when you came in front of the camera with his name rolling off your tongue as a special mention.

He’s been in every stream of yours since.

It’s safe to say that he’s one of your sweetest donors too. Your service doesn’t just provide live performances, but you do pre-recorded personalized requests.

Seeker has asked for personal videos of you. He always asks sweetly in his messages. You remember the time he wrote that he wouldn’t even withdraw his money if you turn down one of his requests if it was too much to ask for.

You hum at the thought of him again.

Then, you shut your laptop and begin to remove the Ozzie-knows-what stained sheet off your bed. It’s a thick waterproof sheet that you put on your bed whenever you stream so you don’t have to wash your sheets every time. One of your favorite purchases.

You clean up the rest of the room and store your toys where they belonged. You take a shower to freshen yourself from all the sweat and sticky substance on your fur.

You step out the shower with your robe and walk over to tour vanity. You take a seat and look at yourself. You smile in the mirror.

There is a stereotype about Buns in the Lust Ring. It is said that because they are considered cheap fucks, many demons think they come with cheap looks. Though, it is the complete opposite.

You had short, soft fur. You were mostly white but the ends of your ears fade to black, your nose and tail is snowed with a bit of black, and, your favorite, your lower abdomen has a black patch that looked almost like a heart.

Your scleras were deep red, irises were a gray-pinkish hue, and your pupils were white. You have long, thick black eyelashes. You have two whiskers on each side of your cheek.

You were midsize, not skinny but just a bit chubby. Though, your cheeks are very plump compared to other Buns. Your hair is white, the length until just below your breasts.

You finished your skincare, confident with how you look. You pat your cheeks gently before standing up to walk to your cabinet. You put on something simple for the night, since you had plans to do grocery shopping.

You grab your bag and phone before putting on your shoes. You lock the door and leave your house after making sure to double check everything. You place your earbuds in and make your way to the supermarket.

You arrive no later than 15 minutes and take a grocery cart for your things. You get the necessities and a few treats for yourself before helping yourself through self check-out.

While you do have confidence in your looks, you don’t have much faith in your strength. Like most Buns, your physical strength wasn’t something to be amazed with. It was average, and it’s not like you went to the gym. You work up enough sweat doing your job already.

As you grip the heavy bags in your hand, your pace has significantly dropped. You walked slower now and as you were about to step outside, someone had collided into your side. Not having seen them, you stumble and fall onto the floor.

You wince at the impact and let go of the grocery to massage your back. Your pain quickly turned into annoyance as your head diverts to the demon who bumped into you.

“Ah, shit. Pard’n me, miss,” it says in a gruff voice.

You didn’t have the chance to look at who bumped into you, because the demon had bent down to the floor to collect your groceries. What you found weird was that it was wearing a cowboy hat.

‘A Wrathian?’ You think to yourself as you slowly reach to remove your earbuds and place them in your bag. “It’s… fine.” You reply, reaching out for any spilt groceries to place them back inside. “Just be careful next time,” You caution the demon while shrugging your shoulder.

It chuckles and moves to raise its head. You blink as you process his features.

He has pale-red skin. His features are sharp, but not intimidating. Though, rather intriguing. His scleras are a pale yellow with dark yellow-green rings surrounding his slit pupils. He has a small, black mustache accompanied with a gold fang sticking out of his sharp grin.

You didn’t see the way he looked at you briefly with shock when your eyes met.

“Didn’t mean to bump into you, miss. I was in a rush and I wasn’t payin’ attention of what’s ahead o’ me,” He explains, reaching down to grab a few of your grocery bags.

“Oh!” You blink your eyes as you watch him stand up. “Thank you for that.” You pick up the remaining bags as your other hand gestures to the ones in his. You stand up alongside him.

“My pleasure… and apologies,” He chuckles deeply, holding onto his cowboy hat.

You take a good look at him. He is definitely an imp, but he’s more on the tall side. His lower body is thinner compared to his broader upper body. He has short, messy ivory hair that cups his cheeks. His horns were the same color and pointed upwards.

You look down further and notice his tail is different from most imps you’ve seen. He has a long tail with black strips at the tip, but what really caught your eye were the spikes you could slightly peek at the base of his tail.

When you look back up, your guess that he is a Wrathian is further enforced with how he dressed up like a cowboy.

“Need any help carryin’ these ‘ome?” His offer breaks you out of your thoughts.

You blink up at him and smile politely. “Oh, that’s fine. You said you were in a rush anyway,” You reply, going to reach out for your groceries.

But he pulls his hand away.

“I was just in a rush to get home, but I don’t mind spendin’ a few minutes longer to help you,” He assures you. One of your ears twitch a bit, and you think for a few seconds.

It wouldn’t hurt to have someone else carry your groceries for today. Like, he did bump into you hard enough for you to fall.

“Well, alright.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“You can give me the other bags. Just lead the way back to yer place, pretty lil’ bun.” He offers his other hand out for you to hand him the groceries in your hand.

Your nose crinkles at the nickname. You hum slowly as you look at his hand. “Don’t call me that.” You raise a brow as you look up at him through your lashes.

His eyelids raise for a moment before it relaxes. “Pard’n me. So, just ‘miss’?” He hums at the end of his question.

Your brow relaxes and you hand him the rest of your groceries. “That’s good,” you tell him. “Ah, uh, thank you. Again.” Your attitude slips away for a second as you watch him adjust the bags in his hands.

“It’s nothin’. This hardly weighs a thing.” He demonstrates by casually swaying the bags in his hand without trouble. “Lead the way, miss.” He tips his nose forward to signal that you two should walk.

“Right,” you said, “I’m this way.” You turn your body back to the direction of your apartment.

It’s a quiet walk at first. You’re only walking a few steps ahead, but he has to take the smallest steps for you to keep staying ahead. This was your first time seeing an imp as tall as him. You’re curious.

“You’re from the Wrath Ring, right? What brings you down here to Lust?” You tilt your head a little in his direction, but it’s your eyes that, mainly, move to look at him.

“Long story…” He bites his lip for a second. “Let’s just say I was doin’ a favor for someon’.” He grunts. He looks down at you, but you evade his eyes by looking back forward.

You hum at his response.

“I see,” you said. “Well, welcome to the Lust Ring—where the most action you can get is helping a Rabbit with her groceries.” You make yourself giggle with your own joke, but your ear twitches at the sound of his husky chuckle.

“Real funny, miss.” He said, glancing down to meet your eye at the right time. You keep contact this time before looking away a few seconds later.

You take a turn and point to the building ahead. “That’s me.” You say, watching him look where you’re pointing.

He blows a low whistle. “Tall buildin’ you live in, miss,” he comments. “Bet you got a real, nice job down here.” He raises a brow with a small smirk.

You shrug your shoulders as you fetch for your keys in your bag. “You could say that.” Your tail flicks itself behind you, feeling cheeky about how he was correct. You did have a nice job.

You walk up the steps to the door and hold the door open for him to step inside. The two of you take the elevator up to your floor.

You lead him to your apartment door and hop your way to the opposite side of him. “Well,” you smile. “Thank you again for carrying my groceriesss..?” You realize you haven’t caught his name.

“Striker. The name’s Striker.” He lifts his hat briefly before setting it back down. “You, miss?”

You smile and tilt your head to the side as you introduce yourself. “My name’s Velvet.”

“Pretty name for a pretty woman, eh?” Striker chuckles and you giggle this time. You feel your cheeks flush a little, but dismiss it.

“Thank you, Striker.” You tell him. “Well, you can drop the groceries out here,” you motion to space in front of your door, “I’ll be bringing them inside myself.”

“Alright, miss.” His eyelids shut in agreement momentarily before setting down the bags. You both stand there for a few seconds of silence until you speak up.

“It was nice meeting you, Striker.” You smile.

“Same goes for you,” he chuckles. “I’ll be headin’ on home now.” He waves his hand while tucking his other into his pockets.

You hum before returning the gesture. “Well, get back safe.” You give him a small smirk “No more bumping into any more demons, alright?” You tease.

He snickers as he shakes his head, murmuring ‘yeah’s afterwards. “I’ll take note o’ that, pretty.” Your tail twitches at the nickname. “See you around.” He waves his hand again and you wave back with a smile.

You watch him turn the corner for the elevators before unlocking your door. You haul in your grocery bags one by one and take off your shoes once you were done.

You slip on your slippers and carry the bags further into your house. You were about to change out of your clothes until you remembered you hadn’t closed your blinds yet.

You walk over to your window to quickly pull the curtains closed, and just miss him.

Striker, having watched you close your curtain in the shadow of a nearby dumpster bin. His eyes followed as the silhouette of you backed away from the window, he guessed so that you could unpack your groceries.

[hearts-hunger]

omg should i go to the county sheriff's rodeo tonight 👀

[wildemaven]

sweetest heidi!! congrats on 1000 my lovely 🤍

can I request a main dish blind drabble?!

Pedro character: let’s gooooo Javier Peña or Jack Whiskey Daniels! chef’s choice 😉

numbers: 3 and 283

😘😘😘😘

losin’ you | jack ‘whiskey’ daniels

pairing: bull rider!jack daniels x barrel racer f!reader word count: 1287 content warnings: 18+ blog: some angst, reader and jack have history, some forgiveness but he has to work for it, reader has a rebound fling, reader rides a horse but no other physical descriptions, this is an AU, cursing, I think that’s it. notes: Kay! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to this!!! I hope it was worth the wait 💕 Shoutout to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for a specific line (I won’t give away which one it is)

It’s not a world you think you’ll ever be used to. Roaring crowds and blinding lights accompanied by the adrenaline rush as you race against the clock doing what you love. It goes against the quiet life you dream of having on some land, miles outside of the bustling town and an even longer dirt road entrance to deter solicitors. But it pays the bills enough to get by for now. 

Bouncing from rodeo to rodeo can be lonely, even with all the cheering from fans and their undying support. All in the name of making a living and a name for yourself with the hopes of becoming a champion barrel racer. 

Tonight is a little different. Run after run chasing the fastest time. Arena dirt kicked up straight out the gate. Weaving around the three strategically placed barrels, all sharp turns and calculated verbal cues to carry you past the line. 13.58 seconds was all it took to secure the top place at the end of the event. 

Instead of hiding out in your trailer with one of your two closest friends Bravo and Miller, who both happen to be a 15 hand Chestnut Quarter Horses, you allow yourself to revel in the celebration and enthusiasm fans are showering you with. 

The vibrancy in the air is palpable after leaving Miller to rest up in your trailer. An effervescence pounding in your chest— all your self doubt and fears dissipating into a plume of contentment. 

It’s a feat in itself meandering through rodeo dust and small crowds wanting pictures and messy signatures on your walk to pick up the grand prize shiny buckle and winner’s check, hoping to get on the road before the announcer calls the last event for the night. 

The sight of a cowboy loading your tack and saddles in their proper compartments has you stopping in your tracks. Watching as he moves about with familiarity. Feeding Miller his favorite treats, already loaded and secured in his trailer stall. Bridles and lead ropes hung on their designated hooks. Gooseneck hitched into the bed of your old pickup truck. 

Seemingly taking care of your long list of tasks effortlessly. 

“Congratulations, Sweetheart.” He says as he latches the tack room closed, his hand giving it a good shake before turning to look at you. 

“Jack—“ You’re sure he doesn’t miss the way your face almost lights up at the sight of him. Quickly controlling your expression to something a little more neutral despite wanting nothing more than to run into his arms. 

“The boyfriend ain’t around is he?” His voice tempered as he took a look around, expecting a six foot something man to walk out of the shadows swinging.

“Benny? Why? You wanna compare buckles, see whose is bigger?” You snark at him, tossing your earnings in the front seat of your truck. 

“Don’t wanna step on anyone’s boots if I’m not welcomed, is all.” Such a stark contrast from the man who would go toe to toe with anyone who so much as looked in your direction. 

You roll your eyes as you stalk past him to open the small trailer window to allow Miller to hang his head out. 

“No he ain’t around. Fell for some cute buckle bunny over in Austin. Besides— he wasn’t my boyfriend. Just a fun rebound, ya know since you broke my heart and all.” He can sense the hurt in your voice, looking to where you’re running your hand over Miller’s velvet nose

“Sweetheart, ‘M sorry.“ Jack says meekly looking to where his boot is dragging over the dirt, his tone barely audible with noise coming from the stadium cheering on the roping finals. 

You know he isn’t referring to Benny and the whirlwind of a fling that he was. Seeing other people, serious or not, was part of the agreement. Benny Miller was a good time for a short time, long enough to keep you distracted from the way your heart ached for Jack. 

“It’s fine. Besides, it got a little weird with his last being Miller, too. I was losing track of the amount of times he used the line ‘wanna take Miller out for a ride? And I don't mean your horse!’” 

“That wasn’t what I was referring to Sweetheart and you know it. I was talkin’ about that night. I’m sorry—“ Oh, so this is a real apology. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound so defeated in all the years you’ve known him. 

“Surprised you were able to get that big time ego of yours through the front gate. Now that you’ve got nothin’ holdin’ you back from all those sponsors and big money.” 

You chance a look over to him, propped sheepishly against your trailer, hands tucked in his pockets, too ashamed to look at you directly as you call him out. Not sure how long you want to drag this out and tell him how much you’ve missed him. 

“I came here to see you race. Watch you win big— jus’ like we always wanted.” He turns to meet your gaze. 

“We? I think what we wanted were two very different things, Jack. I wanted to win big doing what I love with the man I love. You wanted— what was it you said that night ‘take a break a break so you could figure things out’ among the other shit that spilled from that stupid mouth of yours.” You throw his words back at him as you stomp the short distance to him, causing him to straighten up in preparation for more of your own words. 

“I thought that’s what I wanted. Guess it took me losin’ you to realize I was wrong. I want you. More than the sponsors. More than the fame. I need you more than all of that shit combined, Baby.” He confesses sincerely. 

The warmth of his touch has your knees nearly buckling when he brushes some dirt with his finger off your cheek. 

“And so you thought you’d waltz your Mr. Professional Bull Ridin’ ass in here? Lookin’ all handsome wearin’ those blue tight jeans and my favorite denim jacket of yours. Hopin’ I would just take you back just like that?” You sound harsher than you intended to. 

“Well, I didn’t even think I would make it this far. I was sure I’d already be staring at your tail lights by now.” He quips, giving you a glimpse at that lopsided smile of his you’ve missed more than you should. 

You study him for a beat. Your eyes flitting across his face, each one of his beautiful features still as heart melting as always. 

Against your better judgment you kiss him. His lips molding perfectly over your own. Like a puzzle you once had and misplaced. Now found and situated where it belongs. 

“It’s gonna take more than an evening of groveling to get you outta the dog house— but it’s a start.” You flick the brim of his black felt hat, turning on your heels in the direction of the passenger side of the truck. 

He’s amused by your candor. The tip of his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, watching the way your hips sway a little more deliberately until you’ve reached the truck door. 

“If I remember correctly, the 8 second ride time only applied to the arena?” Biting at your bottom lip at the remembrance of the way he took care of you in so many ways. 

“Yes, ma’am!” His hat tipping with a slight nod. 

“Well, this truck ain’t gonna drive itself home, Cowboy.” Giving him a wink as you hoist yourself into the cab, watching the dust kick up behind him as he sprints to the driver’s seat. 

[snoopyearss]

Sin City | CJ's kinktober masterlist ⋆｡°✩🕸️🕷️✮⋆˙

I'm excited to announce that I'll be participating in kinktober for the first time this year!! I can't wait for you all to read what I have in store for the month of October. some of these themes are kind of intense. I'll put content warnings for each summary but please read at your discretion. anyway, enjoy!

comment “tag me” if you want to be tagged!

October 1st

Ride You Like a Rodeo - frat boys!satosugu x fem. reader - College AU!

a trope where two of the most popular and annoying (to you at least) boys in your university eiffel tower you at a costume party. cw: cowboy geto & gojo, un established feelings, frenemies to lovers?, eiffle tower, drug use, cunnilingus, petnames (bunny, angel, idk), praise kink, degradation kink, dumbification

October 11th

The BabySitter - nanami kento x fem. reader

the babysitter that Nanami hired is not as innocent as he thought she would be... cw: virgin, age gap (you're 22 he's 32), caught reading something naughty;), cunnilingus, teasing, spanking, punishment, blowjob, facial, p in v, name calling (slut mainly)

October 18th

Sin City - toji fushiguro x fem. reader

just a hitman looking to blow all of his money at the casino and spend it on his favorite stripper, you. cw: strip club, alcohol, drugs, smoking, crime, spanking, teasing, p in v, praise kink, degradation, size difference, rope bunny

October 25th

Scream - choso x fem. reader - Scream AU!

a killer by the name of ghost face is on the loose. paranoid, you make sure to lock all of the doors and windows to your place. so how was he able to get in? cw: fear, MDom, whats your favorite scary movie?, cunnilingus, p in v, blowjob, facial, choking, manipulation?, degradation

October 31st

His Plaything - sukuna x fem. reader - Mafia AU!

a trope in which you're sukuna's little play thing who satisfies all of his needs -- all of his needs. cw: mafia king, MDom, blowjob, praise kink, spanking, sukuna's mean (what else is new), degradation kink, fingering, vibrator, spit play, power dynamic

flufftober next maybe? 🤔

[fandomfluffandfuck]

we don’t talk about TJ Hammond and his fine twink ass enough.

That boy cries for Daddy and loves gettin’ tied up. When he’s drunk he whines and cries for Daddy to fuck him stupid and he takes it like a champ. He whimpers when Daddy won’t let him cum, talkin’ about how he’s been such a good boy, he just wants Daddy’s permission! If you get a vibrator anywhere near him, he leaks like a faucet and cries so pretty it makes you wanna give him whatever he wants because he’s just a sweet little prince! He’s Daddy’s good boy who wears a plug to Presidential events so Daddy can rail him in the bathroom with a decorative hand towel in his mouth because he’s a loud little thing. Crawlin’ into Daddy’s lap when he’s workin’, begging for attention because “Dadddyyyyy, I’m hornyyyy!”

Gettin’ red faced when someone asks why they’re late, stuttering around the truth when his legs are still wobbly. He rides like a cowboy, eyes rolled back and hair messy as hell because how can he care when he’s so fucking full? He blushes redder than Nick Saban’s gameday polo when Daddy asks about “What if the press saw you like this, sweetheart? All desperate and pathetic in my lap?” but he loves it. He stutters and protests, but he’s a whore for it. He loves the praise too. Adores it more than anything. He could get off on it alone.

You know he gets so sweet afterwards, too. Not with everyone, but after a good one where he really gets what he needs. He clings to you because “Daddy’s so warm…” and presses sleepy kisses to your cheek. He blushes and giggles in a way he will absolutely never admit to when you tell him how good he is.

Thoughts, S? I know your inbox is closed, I wish you all the best in school, but any spare time to have your mind plagued with that sweet little angel?

How am I supposed to have thoughts when this is so fucking good? My brain is scrambled.

It's about the entire picture that this paints, of course, but also... the fucking 🤌🏻details🤌🏻 I am a sucker for details and this has DETAILS. How have I never thought of TJ being tied up before? That boy is a fucking rope bunny for suuure 😮‍💨 The sweet little sounds he makes--whines and whimpers and cries and gasps. Abso-fucking-lutely. The way he leaks. Yup. The DECORATIVE HAND TOWEL. There's something so fucking specific there that I fuck with hard. Blushy and wobbly. Mmm-hmm. He is definitely all of those things. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

And I know you threw in a "you" there near the end, but I have to confess I was just thinking about TJ with this version of Chris Evans the entire time...

gif by @/annislittleshopofhorrors

Woof.

It wouldn't be Chris if it were TJ, though, so maybe he's some high-ranking political figure? A congressman (hey K 👀), a senator, or... maybe not politically intentionally but adjacently? Maybe, say, a body guard? Someone who has to stay close to TJ. Someone TJ feels safe with. Someone who has the privilege of being in a room, bathroom, or closet alone with TJ, no distractions or disruptions. Someone bigger. Someone rough yet kind and caring, and just what a pretty little thing like TJ deserves.

I don't know, maybe something like that 😏 Those are all the thoughts I can manage before drifting off into... other territory that will not fucking let me go if I explore it now, lmao.

Thanks for this delicious bit of writing, though!! Fuck. yeah.

[wannab-urs]

The Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 | Masterlist

Hello and welcome to the PMAMC 2024, a Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Event!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated and to everyone who interacted with these amazing fics. I had an absolute blast running this little event!

NOTE: Warnings are provided, please read them. Some of these are pure fluff, some are angsty, and some have potentially triggering elements. All fics are tagged appropriately and you are responsible for your own content consumption. MDNI | 18+

AO3 Link | PMAMC 2023 | #PMAMC 2024

Comandante Veracruz

The Bet by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n Word count: 2.7k

Dave York

Use Me by @theywhowriteandknowthings Warnings: Reader is a blank slate, no race, age, or other descriptive factors (reader can hold Dave up on the bed). Mentions of M!Masturbation; F!Masturbation; pet names (good girl, Sweetheart); Sub/Dom dynamics; Soft!Dom Dave; face riding; Swiping that nose like an Amex; a little bit of Switch action; derogation (Dave calls reader a slut, reader likes it); degradation kink; praise kink(if you squint?); use of "Sir" for Dave; anal play; use of butt plugs; lots of lube (it's necessary folks!); harness play; strap-on use; pegging; anal penetration with a dildo; food consumption (snacks); food mention (takeout food); aftercare; bathing; they're sappy married idiots in love. Word Count: 5.8k

Dieter Bravo

I'll Try Anything Once by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Warnings: Oral sex M and F receiving, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, unprotected PIV sex, pegging, cumplay, cum swapping, cum swallowing Word Count: 2.5k

Din Djarin

Beautiful Release by @prolix-yuy Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, IT'S PEGGING DIN TIME! Anal sex (m receiving), rough sex, sex toys, fingering (m receiving), handjob, frottage, blowjob, swallowing, cumshot, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mild dubcon (Reader isn't aware of Din's mental state and stops the session to re-negotiate boundaries), painful sex, sex as self-flagellation, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 4.1k

Ezra

Aquamarine by @for-a-longlongtime Warnings: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink).

Frankie Morales

On One Knee, On Two Knees by @beskarandblasters Warnings: f!reader, y’all get engaged, anal fingering, handjob, pegging, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, Frankie is a Good Boy™, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.6k

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Trussed Up by @wannab-urs Warnings: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of  “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client. Word Count: 2.5k

Javi Gutierrez

On the First Date by @max--phillips Warnings: Pegging, obviously. Also, first dates, potentially embarrassing scenario gone very right, oral sex (reader receiving), strap on blowjob, Javi's just excited to be there, and of course some softness thrown in for fun. Word Count: 2.1k

Javier Peña

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept Warnings: Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Moreno

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills Warnings: smut. pegging, anal, tit job, hand job, pussy job, sumata, prostate stimulation, anal fingering, sex work, coming untouched, praise kink, slight sub/dom vibes, subspace kind of, erotic massage, pining?? In my fic?? writer knows nothing about massages, many liberties taken. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Pike

Give and Take by @agentmarcuspike Warnings: pegging, use of a strap-on, reader doesn't have a penis, anal fingering, rimming, showering together, established romantic relationship (2+ years), lots of lube, wet wet wet (not the group), sweet sappy romance, cum play (?), coming untouched, pet names (baby, darling, good boy), begging a lil bit Word Count: 2.2k

Max Phillips

The Gift of Your Grave by @gasolinerainbowpuddles Warnings: POV switching, questionable consent if you squint due to inherent power imbalance, Max is serving cunt with side of a soft boi, pegging, butt stuff, angst, fluff, discussions about drug use/sobriety/coping mechanisms, my personal supernatural lore that exists bc I say it does, Frankie lacks confidence in himself until he embraces his super power sub status, using a dick like a pacifier (we’ve all been there), very loose workings of a dom/sub dynamic but mostly reward/punishment concepts and orgasm control Word Count: 8.1k

Maxwell Lord

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie Warnings: takes place in the 80s, fem!OC with no physical descriptions, gambling (pls don't), alcohol and references to it, descriptions of fake gore and blood, reader smokes, references to domestic violence and abuse, smut - pegging, anal fingering, come eating, praise. Word Count: 4.9k

No-outbreak Joel

Will You Show Me? by @eupheme Warnings: switch!joel and switch!reader, poly relationship, use of alcohol, light sub/dom elements, sex toys, references to threesomes, sexual photos, oral sex, anal play, pegging, joel teaches you what to do

Oberyn Martell

My Way by @lincolndjarin Warnings: five seconds of plot to build up to a whole lot of porn, pegging (obvi), medieval strap on, glass toys, fingering, oberyn sucks the strap, allusions to other partners, referring to a dildo as a cock, multiple orgasms, overstimulation if you squint, premature ejaculation?? idk he cums fast bc i'm a sucker for that, cum play, reader has brief penis envy idk if that's the term but yeah, spit as lube bc its the olden days or whatever, anal sex, soft & loving sex, sort of a gentle dom vibe from reader, they're married <3 <3 <3, aftercare, i didn't really edit this as much as i should have (i'm sleepy) so apologies in advance

Pero Tovar

The Mercenary and his Witch by @nerdieforpedro Warnings: slight misogyny (11th century people it would be weird if there wasn’t), mentions of whorehouses (it’s work - respect it), threat of violence, fingering (male and female), edging and teasing, biting, a sweet Pero?, ass play (with fingers), oral sex (female and male receiving), mentions of food (a Nerdie fic staple), pegging, cum massage and eating, aftercare Word Count: 4.8k

Post-outbreak Joel

A Bad Deal by @jksprincess10 Warnings: NON CON, DDDNE dark!reader, drugging someone without their knowledge, non consensual pegging, lots of degrading, slight somnophilia, pegging without prep, reader is crazy as fuck, mentions of blood, unprotected p in v, dom!reader, toxic relationship

Pre-outbreak Joel

Ripe by @hier--soir Warnings: pre-outbreak, set in the early 2000s, early thirties joel my lover boyy, bisexual reader, established relationship, that one shit stirring friend, brief alcohol consumption and piv sex at the onset, brief masturbation [m] in the bath, a little ass eating and fingering, a little spitting, pegging, dirty talk, praise, dildo is described as "your cock" multiple times, reach around hand job you will always be famous, they talk each other through it, the word hole is used 11 times but it feels like 100, also they're in love okay bye. Word Count: 5.3k

EXTRAS

-- here's all the fics that weren't included in the main event, but are just as delicious --

SNL Characters

Game Over by @magpiepills Mario x Princess Peach!Reader Warnings: pegging, anal fingering, dirty talk, drinking, flirting, butt plugs, use and abuse of video game imagery, crack fic, probably cringe. No use of y/n, reader is princess peach, but her hair, skin and body type aren’t described.

A Table for Two by @gasolinerainbowpuddles and @joelsgreys Mrs. Claudia Flores x the Italian Waiter x Lisa from Temecula Warnings: cracfkic, pegging, bad Italian accents, lots of culinary euphemisms, tiny font Spanish/Italian translations

Marcus Pike

Whatta Man by @atinylittlepain Warnings: this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

Ezra

Prospecting by @marisferasiop Warnings: Peg that space rat! pegging, anal fingering, anal toying, rim job, mildly degrading language, lil bit of overstim, cum as lube, cum eating, Ezra being a soft baby

Frankie Morales

My Boys by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: mmf threesome, established relationship, pegging, anal, fingering, oral (m receiving, hint at f receiving), soft dom reader, sub!Frankie, praise, pet names (babe, baby), fluff, feelings, no use of y/n

[wizisbored]

This image always reminded me of Lydia in the train..

im pretty sure this is about slack up your rope hangman which i did not in fact write, that belongs to my mate @bunnys-beetlejuice-blog, but if im getting temporary custody of the cowboys via tumblr inbox then uhhh fun fact big sandy faked her own death via strategicly planted blanks and tomato juice and is now living in vegas making it big off gambling. itll all fall through eventually of course but shes not a horse concerned with permenance. she'll find herself another grift some other place, and sometimes she'll still spare a thought for a cowboy in stripes, but it's fleeting. you guys should give me more of bunnys stuff im great at this.

[masterworm]

~Into post~

Call me whenever.

Ftm (on testosterone)

18 Dominant verse sadist

100% Gay

Single :P

Eng/PL

Prefer terms:

Owner, Master, Sir

MDNI!!!

DNI: transphobs, homophobes,pedo, zoophiles, racists

Kinks:

Bondage, pet play, degradation, scent kink, impact play, overstim, roleplay, religious kink, wax play, uniforms, blood kink, BHM, Twinks, somno, body writing, omorashi, voyeurism, humiliation, body worship, cowboys, vampirism, praise, hand job, pegging, dry humping, men moaning, orgasm control, biting, marking, panty smelling, medical play, free use, men boobs , breeding, receiving erotic photos/videos, Recoding/taking pictures while sexual stuff.

Limits:

Scat, ddlg, age play, detrans, pregnancy

Bdsm test:

100% Dominant

100% Master/Mistress

100% Owner

100% Rigger

100% Sadist

100% Degrader

98% Voyeur

84% Brat tamer

73% Primal (Hunter)

69% Experimentalist

47% Exhibitionist

44% Non-monogamist

35% Degradee

16% Rope bunny

13% Daddy/Mommy

11% Vanilla

0% Ageplayer

0% Brat

0% Boy/Girl

0% Masochist

0% Pet

0% Primal (Prey)

0% Slave

0% Submissive

0% Switch

[sebsxphia]

alone the same vein as this post, what kinks and positions do you think our beloved cowboy rhett abbott would love? (unless of course you’ve already done a post for that. if so, point me in the right direction 😌)

oh my love! leah! absolutely wonderful question! lets get into this 🥹💌

First and foremost, Rhett’s favorite position is cowgirl, reverse cowgirl or anything where you’re riding him. He takes the phrase, “save a horse, ride a cowboy” very literally.

He loves it in all aspects. He loves to lie back with his hands tucked behind his head and watch you give the ride of your life with a smirk on his face. Watching how you throw your head back and groan, bracing your hands on his torso to steady yourself. He knows if he wins a successful round at the rodeo, he’s getting this ride.

None the less, with cowgirl when he wants to take charge he still can. He can sit up slightly or place his hands on your hips and fuck up and into you so hard, that you collapse onto his chest, whining into the crook of his neck. He loves still being able to have that control over you, even when you’re on-top.

On the flip side, he loves reverse cowgirl because he can watch your ass bounce on his cock and give it harsh smacks until it’s welted.

Close to watching your ass bounce on his cock and spanking you, Rhett’s second favorite position is to have you bent over any surface he can find. Kitchen table, kitchen counter, bathroom sink, fence in the pasture, over your dresser, in the shower, in the bar toilets, anywhere.

His third favorite position is missionary or with your hips raised (like Bob), so he can fuck you so deep that he can feel himself in your stomach. This especially comes into play when he’s completely dominant over you and most likely has you tied up with rope and cowboy knots.

This moves into Rhett’s kinks. I’ve done something kind of similar here about how Rhett can be an absolute dog, but let me expand on some points and list his kinks.

Going back to the point before, bondage and rope play. He loves that he can tie you up however he wants and have you lying or spread out in any position for him to use you as he wants.

Rhett has called you a, “rope bunny” on multiple occasions.

Breeding kink. This is self explanatory. Rhett wants to fill you up with his cum, get your belly swollen and your breasts sensitive to the touch. You’re pretty sure he fucked you more when you were pregnant than before.

But, there is a softer side to it. Rhett wants a family with you and the making of your family comes with some nights making sweet love and whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you’d look filled with his cum.

CNC, BABEY.

Rhett Abbott is the biggest sucker for CNC and I’ll die on this hill. He loves being able to catch you off guard when you’re least expecting it and have you pinned down to the kitchen table with you squirming and begging underneath him that he’s too big, you can’t take him right now and his dinner will burn.

It definitely ties into his favorite position being taking you over any surface he can see.

You’ve woken up on multiple occasions to Rhett sliding his cock inside of you as he spoons you from behind, or with his face buried in between your thighs because you were apparently grinding your thighs together in your sleep and he just had to take care of you.

There’s definitely an aspect of role playing within that too. Not so much teacher/student or sexy nurse, but role playing with CNC. You’ve had a couple of fucks in the woods when Rhett has chased you down. All consensually agreed before, of course.

Which ties into Rhett being a dirty little vouyerist. He’s fucked you in the woods or in a field of wildflowers, but both of you know that no one would be around for miles to catch you both. What Rhett does get off with however, is watching you through a keyhole as you touch yourself. There’s a small part of him that loves to feel so filthy.

When Rhett is in this subby mood, he also enjoys you pulling at his hair. Even if his face is buried in between your legs, you tug harshly on his hair and he’s groaning deep against you.

Possession and marking come under the same umbrella, I feel. Rhett is incredibly possessive and with that he will mark you any way he can. With hickies or bite marks visible to anyone.

On the flip side, even if someone can’t see them, Rhett loves to spank you until your ass is welted and there’s a clear indent of his hand on your soft flesh.

Similar to that and as previously mentioned in the link above, Rhett loves to spit on you or in you. It’s part of the possession and marking you as his, but he also loves to degrade you by ordering you to open your mouth, allowing him to spit in it before you suck his cock, or let him mix his spit with his cum he just spilled inside of your mouth.

Again with the same link as mentioned above, edging you. Both in the moment, or teasing you all day.

Rhett’s dirty talk is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s sweet, occasionally condescending praise, mixed with the most depraved degradation towards you.

Similar to the spitting, he loves to degrade you and if you start crying from his cruel and mocking words? Well, it’s only going to turn him on more.

[rhettabbotts]

your rhett and stranger roleplay thots got me thotting…

texting rhett you won’t be able to see him before his ride because you have a surprise for him after. you’ve dressed up full buckle-bunny and meet him by his truck. you tell him you’d seen one of his other rides and were dying to meet him. he loves seeing you so needy for it, pushing your tits in his face and batting your lashes at him

rhett was kind of disappointed when you mentioned you couldn’t see him before his ride. he always got that good luck kiss from you and he swore that’s what made him win. you promised him it’d be worth his while if he waited and who was he to say no.

he won first, just like you knew he would, and you were nearly bouncing in your seat at the top of the metal stands waiting for him to head towards the trailers.

he wasn’t suspecting a thing, hat resting on the hood of his truck and his head hung low and he was presumably sending you a text to check on you and see where you were. his hair framed his face, the moonlight and yellow glow from the street lamp casted shadows over his body.

“hey, cowboy,” you shouted, walking towards him with an extra swing in your hips. his head perked up at your voice but his jaw quickly fell slack, mouth wide at the sight of you.

gone were the sundresses and cardigans you wore, a tight corset top and daisy dukes in their place.

rhett’s back straightened and he cleared his throat, tugging at his shirt collar as you approached him. your hands immediately landed on his chest the second you stood in front of him, laying it on thick.

“a little birdie told me you were back here. i just had to come see you and say hi,” your nails played at the exposed skin of his chest. you didn’t miss the way his eyes flitted down to your cleavage.

“darlin’,” rhett began but you cut him off swiftly.

“i’m just such a big fan. i’m probably your biggest fan, if we’re being honest. you’re just so good! i can’t get enough of watching you ride. the way you hold on to that rope… mmm.. i think it’s so sexy,” you rambled on, trying your best to be seductive. “i bet you’re really good with ropes. ain’t ya, cowboy?”

rhett cracked a smile at that. you knew how good he was with his ropes.

“well, little lady. i could show ya a thing or two if you aren’t that busy,” rhett muttered, finger hooking under your top’s strap and pulling it down some.

“i’ve got all the time in the world for you, big boy.”

[teardropwolf]

Next oc I'm putting up: Wrangler

Wrangler the lionhearted "cowboy"

Somewhere in his mid 20s

-hardly gets scared -friend to animals -never takes off his hat(it never breaks)

120 health 150 hunger 300 sanity

Kabobs are his favorite food.

His voice would probably be a folk guitar

Wrangler had... a rough past to put it lightly. He found the best way to deal with it was to read up on cowboy stories. He became obsessed with them so much he created his own cowboy persona. One day he was promised a life where he could live out his cowboy fantasies and he was never seen again.

He has a lasso that he starts with (he has no idea how to use it.) He isn't very good with it at first but he eventually gets the hang of it. Also starts with 3 rope.

Loses sanity when animals die in his inventory. Especially birds. (-20 for rabbits/moles/other creatures and -80 for birds.)

He can get close to birds and bunnies for a little bit before they fly/run away. He can also tame/domesticate beefalo faster.

He doesn't lose sanity in the dark or around certain monsters. He does very, very slowly lose sanity when around boss monsters, however.

Gets along with pretty much every survivor. Except WX. And Maxwell... And Woodie sometimes.

He doesn't have a southern accent. He doesn't even know what one sounds like. Still will try to talk like a cowboy anyway. Definitely says "Yee haw" a lot.

He pretty much never breaks character from his cowboy persona. He has already given himself a (less tragic) backstory since before he got into the Constant. He's able to keep it very consistent and even has it memorized.

Wrangler refuses to take his hat off. He loves it too much. To him, a cowboy absolutely needs one to complete their look. The hat is surprisingly durable and never breaks. While he isn't too happy about wearing armor suits, he'll still wear them for defense. As long as he can keep wearing his hat.

He may not be the brightest, but he's got a big heart. He loves to help others with anything. Hoping to take down baddies and keep others safe. Anything to make sure no one goes through what he went through...

His persona makes him seem confident, fearless and a bit reckless. He definitely talks cocky to his "enemies."(Any monster he's fighting.)

Wrangler isn't his real name. It's a name he chose for his cowboy persona.

He has no idea what he's doing

[starrayblogs]

writing masterlist ★

(requests are currently closed!) check this post for requests that you can send!

in case you are interested, here's my official wattpad and ao3 handles!

everything in this tag is under ✩ starraywrites

fandoms ★

ninjago ★

✩ ...

teenage mutant ninja turtles ★

✩ bayverse tmnt scenario > where the reader is affectionate, but does not know how to receive affection

✩ 2012 tmnt headcanon > where the reader accidentally calls their favorite turtle something they regret

lego monkie kid ★

✩ wukong courting hcs > how would sun wukong court his to-be spouse?

✩ flirting with wukong hcs > how would sun wukong react to being flirted with?

✩ kissing sun wukong hcs > what kind of kisses would the monkey king enjoy?

✩ date ideas with sun wukong > what kind of dates would sun wukong take you on?

✩ the monkey king's mommies > how would the monkey king's mother figures react to you?

✩ you and wukong's first kiss > how would your first kiss with sun wukong go?

journey to the west ★

✩ Unnamed Journey to the West AU > in where i shamelessly self-insert (kind of?)

mystreet ★

✩ Serenity Lives Next Door || Zane Ro'Meave x Reader (part i, part ii) > what happens when someone who takes your dream house unexpectedly lives next door?

✩ laurence zvahl x reader > you're confident in everything until it comes to your romantic feelings to one of your closest friends

hellaverse (helluva/hazbin) ★

✩ The Cowboy Ropes in a Bunny || Striker x Reader > so, here are the days in the life of one of the most famous camgirls in all of Hell—you. (part i)

undertale ★

✩ ...

fnaf: security breach ★

✩ ...

welcome home ★

✩ Bella Breeze Official Page > "For a cloud like her makes her Welcome Home's most laidback neighbor with a knack of flowers"

miscellaneous ★

✩ Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader (DISCONTINUED) (prologue, part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi) > a troll with a rock heart softens in the company of a certain cotton candy haired troll

✩ Chai? I Love Chai! || Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader > you surprise india's spiderman with your unexpected love and knowledge for indian cuisine!

personal ★

dnd ★

✩ Tia Valerie > my celebrity fire genasi celebrity oc

✩ Arcane > my scarred tiefling rogue oc who is doing their best to avenge their clan

self ★

✩ ...

ocs ★

✩ Bella Breeze > my welcome home oc who is a cloud with a knack for flowers

✩ Stella > my fnafsb oc who is a star-themed animatronic that handles the fazbear theater

✩ He Xiulan > my lmk monkie oc who is the big sister of the younger monkeys in ffm

[kaciidubs]

From the studio that brought you Cowboy! Changbin x City Girl! Reader

Presents: First Mate! Changbin x Captain! Reader

The ocean was rough tonight. The waves that once rocked your cradle now shook your twin bed violently. Yelling could be heard from the crew outside your wooden doors. Water slowly seeped underneath it. Storms were the worst at night.

You tried to go back to sleep, like you've done so many times before. Just then, a loud explosion rang your ears. The cannons were shot off...your cannons. You got out of bed and ran to the crack in the walls, the one you never told your mother about. Peaking through the sliver you was masses drop and ropes being swung.

The clashing of swords and smell of gunfire filled your room. You felt fear run through your body, but not for your ship. For the other.

Your mother was the captain of the Love Pirates, one of the most revered crews on the seas. She had you while in her position, claiming she would raise her daughter the way it should be, out on the open waters. The ocean was all you knew. Land was more far more confusing to you.

You were taught everything there was to know. How to sail, how to navigate, how to fight, and how to protect. One day this ship would be yours after all.

Then noises ceased...there was silence. Even the ocean seemed to understand the severity of the situation. Looking through your cracks again you saw it. Your mothers cutlass through the chest of a man you knew well, the captain of the Death crew.

Your mothers crew made quick work of what men were left, collecting them as prisoners. You knew their fate. Join the crew or be chum for the beasts of the sea. Just as you were about to turn away you saw him.

A small scared little boy. Clutching his homemade pig...bunny...something stuff animal in his arms. Your mother stopped the crew from getting near him. She kneeled and reached out a hand. With tiny uncoordinated steps, he accepted.

They disappeared into the captains quarters for the night.

🍑

(Unedited)

SRR STUDIOS BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER HIT!!

Oh my god Peachie the setup??? The establishing plot?!?! Young pirate reader seeing her mother take in a future first made Binnie??! THE INCLUSION OF DWAEKKI??

This is the trailer of all trailers, the one that leaves you hanging and thirsting for more once that release date gets announced. I'm the number one fan of Captain! Reader x First Mate! Changbin [Cowboy bini I sill love you boo <3]

[sadlampshde]

cowboy au beej and lydia is something that can mean so much to me

fic is Slack Up Your Rope, Hangman by the lovely @bunnys-beetlejuice-blog

ive been on a kick of reading all of their fics so expect either a bj deetz drawing next or an office au

[dirtyalpha-rat]

RAT (THEY/THEM)

25 years old, Capricorn, neurodivergent

Verse and switch in theory.. stone top in practice. Preference for doming— rediscovering my sub side!

Most of the posts I reblog, I’m day dreaming of being the dom &/or top. If that’s not the case, it’s normally marked 𓆏

Loving Mate and owner to my very bratty dog ( @omegapuppyslxt ) and proud protector of my obedient little bunny!

Non-binary, trans masc, Butch. Mostly t4t, poly, Violently pansexual.

DNI: MINORS! And no rape threats.

Please for the love of gods be LGBTQIA. If you’re not that’s cool but I am queer and this blog is about queer sex. I post about all genders, so feel free to come vibe.

Mutuals, Followers, and blog visitors are always welcome to stop by asks and say Hi! Looking to make kink friends, happy to flirt. Not looking for new partners, or serious play.

DM’s open for mutuals and approved asks only! Mutuals.. come get a lil kiss!

more info under the cut for the curious.

You may call me…

Rat, Sol, Sir, Alpha or Mutt if you’re looking for some trouble.

Open to others, just please refrain from using terms that lay claim (mine, my, etc.)

Terms I enjoy being described with: Cock, hole, (t)dick, cunt, chest. Strap!

Terms I’m not comfortable being described with: Tits, breast (we love that chest dysphoria!)

Things I adore…

(incomplete always expanding)

- Impact play (hitting, spanking, punching, slapping)

- Biting, marking, bruising, hickies!!

- Primal play, Chase, rough housing

- pet play!

- Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, knotting

- Roleplay (knight, goddess, cowboy, horror older then time, etc. I hold multitudes)

- complete power exchange, devotion, 24/7 dynamics

- Leather

- Humiliation, Degration, Praise, Embarrassment

- Bondage, rope work

- Corruption, soft somo, soft cnc, Intox (weed)

- Punishment, Rules, Chasity

- Care, pleasure, and leaving a scene feeling good

- And much more

Common headspaces

Sir (He/They)

Strict. Hard on rules, ready to train. Will devour you. Has already thought about how. Happy to get my leather gloves out to hit you, and even happier to have you clipped to my carabiner. Don’t forget to clean my boots down there, while you’re at it.

Alpha (They/Them)

Primal, Alpha/Beta/Omega-verse, smells like rain, woodsmoke, deep vanilla, and weed (probably). Soft dom. I am currently nesting with my Omega, Kander.

Knight (They/He)

A bounce between devoted, selfless knight who lives to protect their prince no matter the cost, and knight who will happily help a royal to mind their manners. I devote my love, and my life to my prince. I am loyal not to the crown, but to him. Always him.

Sol (They/Them)

Soft dom, or service top. Not mutually exclusive. Lay on my chest and let me pet your hair. Let me press against you, let me feel every inch of you. Realize you are safe in hands that know and love you, and that if you ask nicely enough you’ll get exactly what you want. You can bully me, perhaps put up a fight— maybe I’ll fold or maybe I’ll remind you why you love being mine.

I’m a writer, and I love role play so there’s probably about 5000 others. Inquire for more if you’re interested!

Boundaries 

- No DDLG/Age play, No scat, No hard cnc or rape fantasies in my asks and dm’s. We all have lines and we all have trauma. It’s fine for you, it is not welcome here.

- I will block ageless blogs. I’m being so fr ya’ll keep poking and I’m not playing!

- I love to be violent! Please do not be violent with me out of nowhere (get my consent first.)

- Do not force feminize me! I present masculine in my daily life and I’m still figuring out my relationship with my femininity. Don’t complicate it.

- MAPS, Pedos, terfs, antisemitics, actual real life fr misogynists, racists, minors, DNI!

If you made it this far I applaud you. Send me an ask and I will reward your thoroughness!

[wannab-urs]

Jack Daniels Masterlist

Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Save a Horse… or whatever - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, request  Word Count: 900 Summary: Whiskey got hurt on a mission and he comes into your lab to get patched up. Tags: Jack Daniels being allowed to speak, medical shit that is completely bullshitted, one mention of blood, some talk of like digging around in a wound, etc, Whiskey calls you Soda pop and Sugar. Technically you're Agent Soda. Brief descriptions of oral m!receiving. No use of y/n, reader isn't gendered (I don't think?)

Under Your Skin - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, pedrostories secret santa 23 Word Count: 3.5k Summary: You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? Tags: MMF, post season 3 of Narcos, AU where Jack gets kicked out of the Statesmen instead of burgered, Javi being bi and repressed, Jack being a bisexual slut, SMUT, MMF dynamics, oral (f receiving), javi being a dick, oral (m receiving), javi tries to hit jack, gay kissing (!!!), making out, face sitting, reader kinda gets used and likes it, nipple play, throat fucking, Eiffel tower moment, brief f masturbation, brief m masturbation, pet names (sugar, cowboy, baby, hermosa), truly unreasonable amounts of cursing i’m sorry i talk like this, and also unreasonable amounts of southern phrasing, again sorry I talk like this, unprotected PIV, creampie, cum eating, teasing Javi, actually 90% porn with like a little backstory, kind of enemies to lovers, they’re all ranch hands technically, also they’re all romantically into each other but also javi is dumb and jack can’t believe anyone would want him for more than sex haha oops :)

Trussed Up - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, PMAMC 2024 Word Count: 2.4k Summary: The stress of being a Statesman Agent, especially one in charge of the entire New York operation, gets to Jack sometimes. When he needs release, he comes to you. Tags: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client.

Villain - angst | AO3

Type: drabble, pedro boys prompt fills Word Count: 419 Summary: You catch Jack before he takes off to stop Eggsy and Harry from saving the world. Tags: some language, Jack being the bad guy (canon), briefly threatening vibes.