#request managed📬

[hoppingonjim]

Thinking about a threesome with March and Healy where Healy is the gentler, nicer one. Praising the reader and making sure she feels good and then March is the meaner one. Mocking and teasing and just being a dick. idk man I’m a slut and I want both

TLDR: requesting good cop/bad cop (good detective/bad detective?) threesome with March and Healy content 🙏🙏🙏

INVESTIGATE ! - jackson healy + holland march

note: so sorry for how long this took! kept rewriting it lmaoo. i love this request since i too, am a slut for both. (jackson more but sssshhh) hope this is good!

cw: afab! reader. dom!holland. soft dom!jackson. sub!reader. degrading, impact play, slight throat fucking, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v, oral male receiving, praising, 2/3 holes filled (my dream). reader is cuffed and set a building on fire, so arson i suppose.

“only such a fucking slut would be turned on by fucking cuffs. say it, say you're a fucking slut.”

“ease up there march, don't you think that's a little rude? she's still a lady.”

“she's a fucking slut.”

the mustache man is pounding into you. hard, aggressive. another blow is landed on your ass cheek, the supple skin stinging with every aggressive smack. you've got your hands behind your back, bound by the chilled metal cuffs. another smack on your ass and holland settles his hand onto the gradual vanishing print, his nails digging into the flesh in greed. all the while you were crying out, whimpers filling your tongue and air around you in pleasure as you continued to press your reddened ass against his hand. begging for more.

the bigger man is settled in front of you, his cock hard. his tip engorged, red, leaking with pre cum the more he continues to watch the porno unfolding in front of his own eyes. licking his lips, his eyes stalk your every move. every heave, every wavering motion, every gasp. a hand combs through your hair as a means to settle you, his lips in a mix of stern and pouty, “doing so good for him, princess. bet you're nice and tight- but i can't stop looking at these pretty lips of yours. you mind putting them to use?” for a brief moment his large finger grazes over every imprint, line and dent molded into your bottom lip, coating the tip in your spit for a brief moment. hungry eyes meet your cock drunk ones - you've barely been fucked- and you both realize he should've been in your mouth a while ago.

all he needs from you is a nod, and his tip is suddenly suctioned with your lips. the pressure already forcing a groan from his parted lips, his mouth surrendering to the grunts of pleasure. holland rolls his eyes at his, digging his nails harsher into your bruised ass. the feeling of your tight pussy clenching him is heavenly, even holland can't deny that.

jackson's groans begin to intertwine with your whimpers as praises fall droplet by droplet from his parted lips, “you're already doing so good, take a little more for me baby, c'mon.”

a scoff flees from holland's lips until he spanks you several times in a row, “fuck, you like having a fucking cock in your mouth? i thought sluts like you only existed in pornos- you should feel how fucking soaked she is healy-” his own hand begins to slightly sting as he revels in the way you arch your back, your whimpers vibrating against jackson's cock- pulling harsher groans from the man. thick fingers run through your hair as the enforcers hips begin to introduce a sensation of grinding.

“fuck march, shut up, she's doing so good for me, already doing so perfect, huh baby?” those rough fingers trace gentle patterns onto your cheek. you begin to bob your head along the thickness of his cock, drool slipping off your lips. collecting around your chin, falling onto the girth of his pre cum dressed cock. his lips are surrendering to helpless groans as he encourages your cheeks to grow hollow, his thumb pressing the dent carefully onto the full skin.

the hand on your cheek migrates to your flowing tresses once again. the sweat building up is greeted by his fingers, combing and treating your strands to comfort. pushing the orphaned locks away from your face, “give me those pretty little eyes, c'mon princess,” always obedient, you wear an innocent gaze as your doll eyes gaze up at him, doe-like, “fuck yes, you listen so good princess.” and he's already falling to his pleasure.

the man's tepid grinds morph into desperate bucks. you've barely scarfed his cock down the depth of your throat and he swears he's already seeing stars. to amp up his desperation, he gingerly brought his pelvis closer towards your nose, introducing your throat to the fullness of his cock. immediately you gagged, the soul patch clad man behind you, ruining you, smirking so broadly.

“i know you can take it, you're doing so good for me.. fuck princess, that's it, such a good girl.” all because you're eagerly deepthroating the muscle man, the sound of your choking delighting him twistedly above all.

meanwhile holland's ramming his cock ruthlessly into your soaked cunt.

every time. he's holding your hips, slamming your ass against his pelvis so you can feel him penetrate you deeper. all while displaying a perverted grin at the sound of slapping skin, “fucking whore- mouth full of one man's cock while you let the other fuck you. you gonna let me cum inside you? pump you full of my cum?”

and shockingly enough you nod. all holland needed was the green light. but before he finally gave into those twitching sensations, he tugged on a fistful of your hair, forcing you to just barely look back at him, “you look like such a fucking whore- fucking hell..” and with those words he slapped your cheek before releasing you. minutes before releasing his hot cum into you, biting his bottom lip harshly as he soaked up the wonderous feeling. his high feeling more serendipitous.

jackson doesn't go to your unneeded aid when holland slaps your cheek, mainly because his own cock is twitching relentlessly and he so badly needs to fill your throat with his cum. an uncharacteristic whine slips out from the crevices of his lips. his balls are heavy- god the man needs to cum, you can just see it. and he does after one subtle ram into your mouth, coating your throat in his seed.

“oh god, oh god.. swallow for me baby, swallow all of it. i know you can, you were so good.” his eyes remain soft as his finger slips down to venture the curvature of your jawline. his fingertip kissing every arising goosebump.

your obedience shines once more as you merrily swallow all of his cum, leaving his cock with a pretty pop of your lips. licking your lips afterwards, still yearning for any leftovers.

abruptly holland hugs you off of all fours and onto his lap, the new angle forcing you to cry out his name, “mr march! holy shit!”

a smirk remains on his lips but only seems to broaden as he raises your hips up before plummeting them back onto his cock, delighting in every scream that ran from your tongue.

“you're gonna cum on my cock you whore, c'mon, i know a desperate whore like you is just begging to fucking cum..”

jackson feels an impetus to lean in, his thumb crafting delicate circles onto your clit whilst he leans in, “c'mon darling, cum for him, you know you can do it. i know you can do it,” he whispers, his thumb kissing your sensitive, needy bud, coated in arousal.

words don't leave your lips, only moans and whines. a few screams entangled in the bunch. you can feel yourself clench around holland, your hips and thighs beginning to quiver with anticipation as your high comes knocking on the door of your mind. and you give in, letting the sweet release bombard you. holland can feel the intensity, he's groaning so loudly in pleasure. feeling pleased with your submissiveness towards every single one of his requests. jackson doesn't let up however, he assists you in riding out the high with palming your clit. his rough palm, the aged lines, adding onto the experience. the texture toying with your abused clit.

“oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god- oh mr march- oh mr healy.” everything is chopped however, leaving your mouth at different moments.

holland doesn't feel like sitting up anymore, and the man flops down. jackson meticulously brushes your hair once more, making your stunning face the focal point, “you were amazing darling, so so perfect.”

in all his sinful breathiness, with his cock still inside of you, holland speaks up, panting for anything that can relieve the lack of air in his system, his eyes still sinisterly sensual.

“don't think you'll get this cock though every time you light a building on fire.”

"mr march, can you take the cuffs off now?"

[hey-august]

NSFW Alphabet - Buggy

I've always wanted to do one for Buggy, but haven't. Soooo let's use it for requests!

📬 Send in a letter (or a few) me to do. Repeats are fine, as long I don't I run out of ideas. I'll also add everything to this post.

Aug 22 Update: The entire alphabet is complete! If there are any letters that you want to read more about, feel free to send them in a request!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Buggy's aftercare language is food. He'll stumble away, bowlegged and sticky, to get snacks if there aren't any around. And he'll come back arms full of anything and everything, plus a packet of crisps clenched between his teeth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Buggy himself, he’s most apt to admit that he likes his hands. They’re the hands of a pirate and a performer. Calloused and agile. Plus he has a thing for nail care and finds it soothing to apply a layer of lacquer in whatever color he’s feeling at the moment. The pop of color really stands out when his hand is wrapped around a thick cock. Or digging into a dripping hole. Fuck, and seeing how many fingers he can fit? Yup, definitely a favorite of his. For his partner, it’s their smile. Aw, sweet. Of course he loves to make them laugh. To see their joy radiate up to their eyes. Even the sad, somber smile they offer the clown in his moments of vulnerability brings him a bit of peace. But there are two specific smiles that knock Buggy head over hills. That pump blood to his cock and leave him feral. First, is the soft breathy smile that slips out when his partner is on top. When his partner pauses to let Buggy’s dick nestle into place, they let out the most dreamy sigh and smile. And Buggy is in heaven. The second smile is when their face is coated in cum. Pearls clinging to their eyelashes, dripping down their cheeks, mixing with the spit on their outstretched tongue. The moment they risk getting jizz in their eyes, just to look up at Buggy and smile gratefully, all he wants to do is paint them again.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

(1) Thick and creamy. A good amount, just right when spread across someone’s chest or face. Buggy’s cum gets a fair amount of distance at first, before it dribbles out the slit for the remainder of his orgasm. It’s a bit bitter and salty, since Buggy does not have the best diet.

(2) Doesn’t mind tasting or eating his own cum. Has done it before because he didn’t want to get up and find something to clean his mess with.

(3) Buggy loves to leave his mark by coming on his partner. Seeing their sweat mix with his cum is a wonderful sight. And if they scoop up some on a finger to taste? Fuck, he’s about to burst all over again. If they’re on their knees, mouth open and waiting, Buggy will “miss” more often than not. They just look so good with his cum dripping down their face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

(1) Buggy has masturbated in every room in the Big Top.

(2) Lets his disconnected wiener float around the bath like a toy boat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

(1) (I think I could talk about this for days.) It’s mixed. Sex? Intimate relationships? Buggy is not the most experienced there. He’s dabbled. Had a few auditions. A couple of callbacks, but none ever made it to curtain call. But Buggy is surprisingly experienced in regards to what he gets up to in his personal time. iykwim

(2) Not very, but his enthusiasm and willingness to learn make up for it. Shanks got his first kiss before Buggy, and Buggy asked him so many questions that the “process” was cemented in his mind by the time it happened. He wanted to be ready. He practiced leaning in, tilting his head, pursing his lips juuuuust right, and when to pull away. And he managed to succeed for his first kiss! Sure, he bit their lip too hard and drooled when pulling back, but he earned himself a second kiss. Plus a trip to second base. Okay, so that’s kissing and not sex. But Buggy kept it up. Learning what he can, paying attention to his partner, and doing whatever possible to earn those sweet rewards he deserves.

(3) Buggy knows the basics - where to touch, what feels good, where the little buttons should be. He gets the job done and it’s good. It’s fine. Like pizza - even bad pizza is still good. For the longest time, he did treat it like a job. Sex was a thing to be done to deal with those feelings. To tamp down those urges. To be part of a relationship. It was expected and, as a bonus, his balls were empty. It wasn’t until a certain relationship that Buggy started thinking about sex differently. Less selfishly. He started picking up on the smallest cues his partner gave - moments that made their breath hitched, when they leaned into his touch, how hot their skin was, how flushed,. That’s when Buggy started chasing their high, intent on giving them a trip that left their core aching, legs trembling, and body dripping.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

(1) Doggie for giving and receiving. Deep and it hits all the right spots. Maybe part of it is because of how often he's fucked in this position. Buggy doesn't always like the pressure that comes with eye contact. But when he's okay with being seen or he's craving to see what kind of lewd faces his partner is making, Buggy doesn't have to change positions. A simple rearrangement and his top half is right where it needs to be to see face to face, while his lower half stays and keeps the connection.

(2) Buggy likes to be on bottom. Ride him, pound him, just take care of him. Let him take a break from the spotlight for a moment (even if the show couldn’t go on with out him anyway). Even better when he’s seated. There’s something about the confines of a chair, luxury of a couch, or the power of a throne that gets his dick hard as a diamond.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Buggy the Clown is a goofy fucker. He never stops talking. He always has shit to say. At first, it was a defense mechanism. All the humor and shenanigans kept the real feelings away. How could things get serious if he treated everything like a joke? If people saw a clown, then he’d give them a clown. “Lick it like a candy apple.” “Fuck, you could swallow swords in my show with a throat like that.” “C’mon, I wanna see you juggle these balls in your mouth.” (“I may not be a lion tamer, but I am pussy tamer.”) It dies down over time, but never goes away entirely. Buggy will never pass up an opportunity to invite his partner to the circus tent in his pants.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For a dirty pirate, Buggy cleans up pretty well. A dusting of chest hair in a lovely shade of blue. A taunting happy trail under his belly button that looks damn near artistic when saturated and smeared with precum and sex. And below the belt, it’s usually trimmed, but always a nice field of fluffy blue. Sometimes he forgets or just doesn’t want to cut it shorter. Secretly, he likes watching his partner’s nose burrow into the curls when he’s balls deep in their throat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Buggy. Is. Smitten. He is head over heels, butterflies in his stomach, feeling a little nauseous during the deed. In the beginning of a relationship, he might be more hesitant to show that side of himself. There would be little signs, though. A clean towel, scented candles, nervous fingers that push strands of hair from his partner’s face, tender kisses that linger and melt. As Buggy gets comfortable, those gestures will grow. His adoration and devotion will come through in how he looks up at his partner through fluttering eyelashes, how he asks if it feels good, do they like it, how he says he wants to make them feel good. How hard Buggy works to hear his name on their tongue, sweet as a honey drop. Buggy’s endless dirty talk will grow softer, losing the rough edges and grit, until it tumbles out in a three word confession. It’s the first time he says it, but it won’t be the last.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Buggy is all for rubbing one out. It’s his stress relief. It’s also his self care, along with high shelf alcohol (stolen, of course) and some smokes, if he’s in the mood. He’ll even lay out a towel on the bed and take his fucking tiiiiiime. And because he has chop-chop powers, there’s a lot of things Buggy can fill this time with - not just wanking the wiener. When Buggy really wants to treat himself, that dick is going anywhere and everywhere.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

(1) …pegging. And double anal penetration. Buggy has fucked his own ass, no doubt about that. But to be stuffed with his own cock and by his partner? This clown is about to be out of commission for a few days. Only a few before he’s asking for it again.

(2) Mirror sex results in the best performances. Buggy rarely feels more like a star than when he’s watching his own lewd faces in the mirror while getting fucked. And Buggy is more than happy to take a backstage position when his partner is in the spotlight. Watching himself disappear into his partner, telling them to keep their eyes open, to move so he has a better view of the show - it strokes his ego hard and fast. But back to Buggy bent over in front of the mirror and drooling. There was one time his partner pushed the clown’s face against the cold silver and said to give himself a little kiss. What. The. Fuck. Licking and kissing the mirror and getting it dirty with spit and tears gave Buggy the most mind-blanking orgasm he’s ever had. In that moment, which stretched into eternity, he was a filthy fuck doll and more than okay with it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Semi-public places! Bar bathrooms, quiet hallways or alleys, empty community rooms. Being able to hear noise from nearby people gets Buggy all riled up. Or knowing that someone could show up at any point and see him and his partner doing the deed… Deep deep down, it’s a weird form of acceptance to Buggy - his partner is willing to risk getting caught fucking the clown.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Physical touch and compliments. Hoo boy, those get his blood flowing. A hand on his shoulder or bicep with a little squeeze - wow, you're really strong, huh? A thumb neatening the lines of his facepaint - which looks so flashy on him. His favorite? The one that makes him feral? Tugging his belt to pull him closer while making out will turn Buggy into a horny mess.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

(1) Earlier in a relationship - anything involving his nose is an absolute turn off. Buggy gets in his head, convinced that it's a turn off for his partner. Deep kisses, swapping spit and moans? His face between their legs? Buggy is trying his damndest to keep his nose from making any contact. The slightest brush and he freezes, ready to bolt. And heaven forbid his nose is bumped during sex and honks. Buggy is fucking out of there when that happens, disappearing in a flurry of limbs.

(2) CBT. It doesn’t quite do it for him and since Buggy can remove his own junk, it adds an extra layer of vulnerability that he’s not ready to deal with.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Buggy loves a sloppy blowjob. Loooooves giving and receiving those. Balls that are dripping wet with spit, lips and chin coated in drool, glazed glassy eyes. Hell yes. Eating pussy is one that Buggy needed some time to get into. He couldn’t really practice it on his own and his fucking nose seemed to get in the way more often. Eventually, it clicked. Seeing his facepaint smeared inside his lovers thighs makes him want to keep making a mess. Face deep in those wet folds, licking and eating like a ravenous dog. He’ll stay down there like it’s his fucking job.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. Buggy wants what he wants. When all the blood is in his dick, all thoughts are out of his head. He wants to fuck and to get fucked. Make it sloppy. Be messy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hell yes. Buggy is almost always down for something quick and dirty. It doesn’t satiate the hunger, it doesn’t push back the curtain call, but it takes away the edge. Sometimes, it doesn’t even matter if there isn’t enough time for a proper quickie. Fooling around is in Buggy’s name, after all.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but hear me out. Buggy’s interest in experimenting is driven by his image. Pirates swap stories and Buggy has all the best stories. Of course he does, he’s the greatest. And he’s done soooo many things. Really! Getting his dick sucked in a crowded restaurant - check. Stealing a chick from her boyfriend and fucking her in the bar bathroom - check. Then getting a blowjob from the boyfriend - check. Believe it or not, they all had a threesome afterwards and it lasted for days. Look, he still has the rope marks to prove it. Did that all happen? Abso-fucking-lutely. Really? Well…yeah. Sorta. Maybe some of it happened after the told the story. Buggy is a big believer in turning lies into truth. So yeah, Buggy will take risks to live in the reality he creates over stale beer. But he’s also down to experiment so he has more shit to talk about and prove he’s the best.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

(1) One decently long round and a short one later on. Buggy can commit to contributing to those. After that, he’s more prone to just laying there and taking it. Or letting his partner use his body to get them both off. Buggy’s dick is more than willing to go multiple rounds, it’s the rest of him that needs to rest.

(2) If he could, Buggy would go until he passes out. How long that takes depends on how stressed he is, if he actually did any work during the day, how much he’s had to drink, and how good of a dicking it is. But this guy will hump and grind until he’s teary and whining. Until his balls are so empty that there’s almost nothing left to release except a few pathetic drops of mostly-clear liquid. Hands grabbing at the sheets and his partner, practically begging for more while his pretty eyes can’t stay open for more than a second. No, no, no, no, no, he swears he can keep going. Please, please don’t stop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

At first Buggy wasn’t sure how he felt about toys, but he caved eventually. A dildo that he can use in place of his own dick so he can suck and gag on something while jacking off. Buggy also knows how to improvise. Need a gag? Or something to bind wrists? He has a bandana. Ropes and aerial silks are also available at the snap of a finger.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s accidental at first. Really. All those little touches, feather light and fleeting, it’s because Buggy is nervous. N-not because he’s unsure about what to do! Definitely not! He just wants to make sure his partner likes what he does. Yeah, that’s it. But all that hesitation, all those moments that don’t last anywhere near long enough, it all builds up. And his partner is only moments away from grabbing the captain’s wrist and keeping him where he needs to be

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This guy is loud. Just look at him! And he is always talking. Buggy cannot keep his mouth shut or the volume down. It’s just not in his nature. Taking care of himself? He’s panting and grunting, muttering to himself about how good it feels. Buggy is immersing himself in the fantasy and will play the role. In bed with his partner? Half the crew got alcohol poisoning from taking a shot every time Buggy shouted his partner’s name. Well, there is one time when Buggy is quieter. Still loud, but just loud enough. Early in the morning, when the sun wishes it could sleep in. When Buggy and his partner are wrapped around each other, entwined as one in a moment that only belongs to them. Any sounds, whispers, promises - it’s just for them and no one else.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

(1) Buggy has cockwarmed himself more than once. No, he’s not squirming because he’s nervous about the meeting.

(2) Sits like he does because his balls stick to his leg. Hehe.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

(1) It’s cute. A little more on the growing side, but there’s always enough showing to know that his partner will have a good time. When erect, it’s truly average length. But c’mon, Buggy can easily get his disconnected dick deep enough to roll eyes and curl toes. It’s thicker than average. Not impossibly so, but there’s a slight worry of lockjaw when blowing him for too long. And it’s wonderfully hefty. Buggy’s cock bounces so beautifully when it’s hard and twitching.

(2) Pierced nipples. Please. Simple barbells usually, with different ends - the usual balls, stars, and sparkley gems. He also has a set that looks like stars encircling his nips, and some with dangling chains for when he’s topless. Buggy has freckles on the tops of his shoulders from a lifetime of sun exposure. He also has spots of hyperpigmentation on his legs, arms, and back from deep bruises that healed but left their marks.

(3) Let’s talk about tattoos. Buggy has a few on his right upper arm and shoulder - mostly nautical themed and his jolly roger of course. There’s a rope knotted around his left wrist, as well. Back to his right side, the ink adorns the side of his chest and creeps down his ribs. Some (most) are shitty stick and poke tattoos. A few he gave himself, benefits of chop chop, and others came from crew members or vagrant pirates met along the seas. Whenever someone asks Buggy what his tattoos mean, he tells some elaborate story and they’re left wondering how much is bullshit and how much is truth. If any. Also. Sometimes Buggy “tests” his facepaint on his dick. A cannon and real Buggy balls. An elephant for the circus, with it’s own circus peanut. The he’s really pleased about is when he paints his penis to look like a clown. Of course. With a saggy bowtie. Buggy even grow out his pubes so the ween-clown had lush hair as well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

(1) Buggy is a horny dude, but not always for sex. Sometimes he likes the intimacy of it all. Naughty touches, steamy make-out sessions, a little grind here and there - they don’t have to end with sex, as long as he and his partner spend plenty of quality physical time together. But he does love having sex. At least once a day, although it might drop if he’s feeling too stressed (or he parties way too hard). And there are some days where he’ll spend the day in bed and raise the average.

(2) There are ups and downs, but let’s talk about the ups. There are times when Buggy is revved and ready to go at a moment’s notice. His pupils dilate and his pants get tight when his partner is near. Any chance he gets, Buggy is whispering (loudly) in their ear about finding somewhere more secluded. If they do slink away, it’s a quickie that’s composed of a handful of sloppy thrusts and the pirate is satiated for all of a few minutes before he’s groping their ass again. It’s a problem, really. For everyone with eyes and ears.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

(1) Too fast. Too fast. Buggy tries to fight it, really. But those eyelids are drooping as fast as his deflating dick after cumming. But back to the aftercare - the poor guy's growling stomach is guaranteed to wake him up juuust long enough to refuel.

(2) Soooo sleeeeeepy. He can’t help it, everything goes fuzzy after sex. Buggy wants to cuddle and drift off to sleep, but he also wants to stay awake. This results in sentences driving off into snores. Hands and legs twitching and jolting himself awake. Offended disagreements - he was not asleep! He was just resting his eyes. He's just resting his head on his partners shoulder for a moment.... *snore*

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

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Species: 💣︎♓︎⌧︎♏︎♎︎📫︎👌︎●︎□︎□︎♎︎ Human (approx. ≤ 1/16 ✞︎♋︎❍︎◻︎♓︎❒︎♏︎ DNA) [HEXALIAN]

Hexalia’s Mark: Pr□︎❍︎♓︎■︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ☞︎●︎□︎❒︎♋︎●︎ Pattern with Clo❖︎♏︎■︎ Animal Tracks (Stomach)

Blackblood Status: Infected (H♏︎❒︎♏︎♎︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎ry)

Blackblood ID: Subject 📁︎🖰︎📁︎🗐︎🗐︎⌛︎ (Trueblood)

In the ⬥︎♋︎🙵♏︎ of a recent incident (see ✋︎■︎♍︎♓︎♎︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ Report #S-B/F-2/59), H♏︎♓︎♎︎♓︎ 💧︎⧫︎♋︎♓︎♑︎♋︎ll managed to escape in the chaos. Her height in “base form” is about 📂︎🖮︎📁︎ centimeters, with a strong, stocky build. When she originally arrived in her a⬧︎⬧︎♓︎♑︎■︎♏︎♎︎ ♐︎♋︎♍︎♓︎●︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎📪︎ ⬧︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ♌︎❒︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎📪︎ ♍︎□︎●︎□︎❒︎♐︎◆︎●︎ ♒︎♓︎♑︎♒︎●︎♓︎ghts in her hair. It is likely that she will ♎︎⍓︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ♒︎♋︎♓︎❒︎ again, possibly a complete solid color, to di⬧︎♑︎◆︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎rself.

☟︎♏︎♓︎♎︎♓︎ was one of the many individuals brought into facilities from E❒︎⧫︎□︎■︎♐︎♓︎♏︎●︎d after the rise of Sub🙰♏︎♍︎⧫︎ 📁︎📂︎⌛︎🖰︎04-👍︎ [🏱︎♏︎⬧︎⧫︎♓︎●︎♏︎■︎♍︎♏︎]. While unlikely, given the amount of ⧫︎♓︎❍︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♒︎♋︎⬧︎ ◻︎♋︎⬧︎⬧︎♏︎♎︎, it is possible that she might return to her hometown. Staff Members in 💧︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎□︎❒︎ ☺︎ are advised to keep a tentative eye out for her now that ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♍︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ❒︎♏︎◻︎□︎◻︎◆︎●︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎♎︎.

Prior to her capture, she was a somewhat well-known cr♏︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎e on certain so♍︎♓︎♋︎●︎ ❍︎♏︎♎︎♓︎♋︎ ◻︎●︎♋︎⧫︎♐︎orms. Originally, her final post had been an episode of her main ♍︎♒︎♋︎■︎■︎♏︎●︎’⬧︎ ⧫︎♋︎●︎🙵 ⬧︎♒︎□︎⬥︎, apparently scheduled to automatically upload the morning after ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ♓︎■︎♓︎⧫︎♓︎♋︎●︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎♋︎◻︎◻︎♏︎♋︎❒︎♋︎■︎♍︎♏︎📬︎ 👍︎◆︎❒︎❒︎♏︎■︎⧫︎●︎⍓︎📪︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ♐︎□︎und two new videos, the first being an apparent cry for h♏︎●︎◻︎ ■︎ot long after her esc♋︎◻︎♏︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ⧫︎he most recent only bearing the ☼︎♏︎♌︎♏︎●︎⬧︎’ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♑︎■︎♓︎♋︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ●︎□︎◆︎♎︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎♍︎.

B♏︎ ♋︎♎︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎d: Her Blackblood, ■︎♓︎♍︎🙵■︎♋︎❍︎♏︎♎︎ ❄︎♒︎♏︎ ☝︎♋︎❒︎♎︎♏︎■︎♏︎❒︎, is a versatile Hu■︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ Class, able to summon lethal weapons and use them eff♏︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♏︎●︎⍓︎ ⬥︎♒︎♏︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎❒︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎■︎♏︎♎︎📪︎ ♋︎●︎□︎■︎♑︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ❒︎♏︎◻︎♏︎❒︎toire of magic summons. During her time in the Facility, she rea♍︎♒︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ◻︎♏︎♋︎🙵 □︎♐︎ ♒︎er Blackblood, meaning she is ful●︎⍓︎ ♍︎□︎■︎⬧︎♍︎♓︎□︎◆︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♓︎■︎ ♍︎□︎■︎⧫︎rol of her ♋︎●︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎■︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎ form. Approach with Caution, ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♎︎□︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ♒︎□︎●︎♎︎ ♌︎♋︎♍︎🙵.

Report any and all sightings to staff in Sector B and remain vigilant to ☼︎♏︎♌︎♏︎●︎ ♋︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎.

-Panda's- Notes: Psst, hey! I found a bunch of these in that box I mentioned before too. Most of them aren't this messed up though. This could be bad...

Panda's Extra Notes: A lovely cookie is in store for anyone willing to look into this gal. >w< My beta readers don't count. They're always allowed cookies.

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[hoppingonjim]

heyyy saw your requests are open and i loooove love love the way you write March!! maybe perhaps wanted to request smthn involving thigh riding (you mentioned smthn about it in the thing you wrote about what kinks he would have and it has been on the brain since i read it) perhaps with some brat taming vibes 😳😳

i need him in ways that are deeply concerning

note: i'm so sorry for the delay with this! i really didn't know how to focus on the thigh riding and brat taming but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much <3 cw: thigh riding. dom!holland. brat taming hints. holland shuts the reader up. sub!reader. afab!reader. degrading/mocking.

"no, no don't whine like a fucking baby, you did this to yourself."

brown and orange fill the background screen while he makes you rut against his slightly muscular thigh. the detective tenses himself, to only add to your pleasure. the muscles straining against your sopping folds.

he's got his finger nails digging into your shoulders as if to hold you down. discipline through half moons.

the man can’t help but smirk at you, “fucking pathetic, you humping my fucking leg. fuck.” and even if he indulges in mockery he can’t help but ghost his fingers up the supple flesh.

red lace dangles around your ankle as you quicken your own process. desperation coursing through you and forcing your movements to dig deeper. the coarseness of his leg is brazed against your slickness, small uh’s flee from your lips in unkempt strings.

one of his hands roames to your thigh, collecting back before landing a gentle blow. delighting in the way your skin reacts, bubbling almost. but nothing comes close to the way he just smirks at the sound of your whines. unable to sew words together.

it’s a predatorial gaze that sets itself on you. through heavy lidded irises you can tell. teeth sink into his bottom lip, heavy concentration on how he can reck you further.

both hands desert your hips, one grasping your thigh and the other combing through your messy tresses of hair. embracing disheveledness. if you aren’t a wreck by the end of this then he feels he didn’t try hard enough. in desperation to feel any sort of release you pick up the pace, growing chaotic with very rock against his meaty thigh, "holland- oh gosh.. i'm sorry sir, sorry for what i said earlier-"

two fingers move down onto your lips, thumb and pointer, trapping your words mid sentence back into the corridors of your mouth, "cum on my fucking leg you damn brat, show me how desperate you are." a pause follows his words to accentuate the way he snakes a hand around your messy moving body to land another blow- this time on your ass. the mustache man delights in the way you perk up at the slap, a yelp flying off your tongue with briefly bulged eyes.

it only propels you to move harder against him. though the man is lazy while you ride his thigh, his hands grow bored and find the back of his neck to be less laborious to touch. leaning back, he smirked, eyeing you intently. suddenly he decides bobbing his leg up and down will get you going faster. it's hard for him to resist you and not touch you, especially when you look so perfect on his thigh. begging your body for a release. he's got his leg bouncing at a rate that rattles your body.

your own hands dig into his upper thigh as you ride out the coaster he presents to you. the one that abuses your clit once you tilt yourself a little more forward, dig yourself a little more into his skin to have him feel all of you. mewls fill the room as the hand behind his neck needs to tug on your hair in one long tail. a harsh tug.

"fucking cum you whore, cum for me baby. mr march can't give you his cock till you show him how sorry and needy you are. c'mon, i know you're desperate enough. just cum."

and with every sentence there's a degrading chuckle to match his desired tone. he smears his laughter on your body while his eyes soak up the way you moan. and just to accelerate your need a little further he brings a hand down to mildly slap your clit. anticipating the way you'd momentarily shriek and adoring every minute of it.

a sea of moans drowns the room, a panacea crashing down on you. you ride the high through and out, enjoying every moment of it as you coat the surface of holland's thigh. and he thinks it's beautiful. his eyes feast - embodying a state of poverty with the way they intensified on the miraculous sight.

the hand he used to tug harshly on your locks moves to your cheek where he cradles the steaming skin, "princess needs my cock now, huh? are you a good girl? think you proved yourself?"

and all you can do is nod. quivering legs the only evidence you need.

[hoppingonjim]

only person on here who likes jackson more than holland.. get the eyes checked

idk i just think jackson is hotter? i love holland but jackson just.. he's my man. baby deserves head 24/7. don't think that means i need my eyes checked lmao.

[hoppingonjim]

Hi! Can you write a smut about Jackson getting a blowjob from reader in return to him beating up her stalker? Thank you!

summary: jackson helped you out, you've paid, but you know another way to show him appreciation cw: touch starved jackson, oral (m!recieving) afab!reader. sex in exchange (somewhat) for something else. dom!jackson healy. gagging & choking, swallowing, face fucking, readers a throat goat, jackson needs control.

note: i am so sorry if this didn't turn out how you wanted it to, i'm not the best at writing blow jobs although i do try.. if you want it redone i can certainly do that.

he was supposed to be on his way. the door was meant to be shut. his car was meant to no longer occupy the narrow driveway that belonged to you.

“you really helped me out mr healy, he couldn't stop bothering me.. now he is- i really do appreciate it. i want.. can i just-" you need to take a breath to fix up the right words, "i just .. i figured i could do something, maybe, to show you how much you helped me out.”

a saccharine tone is ringing in his ears now. it breathed curiosity into his lips, "you've paid me already." the ignorant man would laugh in your direction, a teasing shake of the head being gifted to you.

"let me suck your dick, mr healy."

the way he needs you is so much more than want. it's the way no hands have graced him since his ex wife. it's the way he cannot look at the collection of two playboys anymore due to boredom. and still the way he will never step foot into a store and ask for porn.

need is the only label he feels right with. you've backed him up against the wall. glossed wooden floors scrape your knees. he's finally about to feel need again, the pain is worth.

thick fingers interrupt the streams of tresses falling from your head. every wind delicate, intimate. licking his lips is the glass box for his nerves. the centerfold for worries, “you sure you want to do this? i haven't.. i might - cum - too soon. are you sure?”

the rasp registers sweetly in your ears, gravels a fine melody “that means i'm doing something right, mr healy. let me take care of you. let me repay you.”

for that moment he can only provide you a stiff nod. the soft stroking of your hair is put on pause for cautious grips of strand filled handfuls. nothing too hard, he doesn't want to hurt you. never before had he poured delicacy into his fists.

it isn't difficult for you to remove his jeans. the zipper isn't moody. collecting around his ankles, his baggy run jeans bunch in unison with his boxers. a deep breath as he comes to face the fact that he's exposed in front of you. your smile staring directly at his hard cock.

“darling,” he starts off, his voice hesitant but only slightly, “i.. can't take teasing. so you've gotta give mr healy something.”

that's enough for you. cherry stained lips wrap his tip gently. tightening carefully as one hand finds stability on his strong thigh while the other finds enjoyment in massaging his balls. the soft pink insides of your cheek envelope around his tip. ten years without affection towards his dick, and here you were, offering it up as an added bonus payment. like it was just nothing. his breathing no longer can uphold a smooth pace. by the milliseconds it grew bumpy. hitches lodging words in the barrel of his throat. the warmth of your lips deserts his tip for a brief moment until your tongue fills the void. swirling itself teasingly over his tip, brushing over the spilling precum.

where your mouth hasn't ventured your hands soon explore, he wouldn't whine about the loss of touch on his full balls. one hand begins to pump him with an increasingly tight grip. the strong man above you feels helpless against the wall, his head already tilting back as he battles with irises to stay applauding you. you've barely even touched him, you still have so much more to show him. pumping soon conjures into twists. each one abrupt before it becomes consistent. as much as you want to stay focused on his desperate cock, you'd rather flutter your eyelashes at the man above. the rugged man who's shaken hands with death too many times. brass and bruised. he swears to himself he can cum just by the exuberance of youth dashing around your pupils. the glint of mischief.

soon you made a show of swallowing the spit pooling in your mouth, opening wide to show off the glistening cock resting on your tongue to jackson, before your tongue wraps around and licks again, your eyes close for a moment to savor the taste, only to open again. eager as always. with your lips suctioned around his weeping tip you warm his thick cock. the very tightness leaves again, you're aching to just get the man a little wound up. again. you hold the suction till you leave his cock with a pop, returning back to the head to place a gentle kiss. a taunting one, nonetheless.

a low growl flees from his throat at the scene of you. his cock all red, head engorged in unfulfilled need. he doesn't want to be mean, but it's only slightly in his nature. and he falls victim again, “c'mon, don't tease me princess. just- just suck my dick. c'mon.”

how could a man go from warning you to begging?

with lips a sticky mess of spit and precum, you soon are smiling with half his cock stuffed in your mouth. where your mouth doesn't reach again you resume your pumping. each pump slow and wanting. your cheeks hollow as you begin to bob your head. a line of spit hanging recklessly from the bottom of your lip. jackson knows he can't be picky, but he needs more. he's got to have more. but your pumping quickens, the thought of his cum embellishing your taste buds an exciting one. the bobs quicken too, although you grow messier and less organized with each bob.

a scruff decorated jaw would fall leaving his mouth gaping. low groans are soaked up by the thin walls, surprising. the delicacy swimming in his hands dries up as desperation forces him to grasp. the gentle giant seems to be fading. a face etched with lines of fists displays a glare. inadvertently with his newfound tight grasp he pushes your head further down. the room jumps with the chorus of gags from you that follow, eyes already welcoming subtle ponds around the waterline.

but it feels so good. eagerly, you show him how fast you can suck him. beggarly you tighten your lips around his girth. jackson isn't a man of patience, he needs control. whines transcend into constant groans as he drags your head off his cock, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he witnessed your spit smeared lips growing puffier. then with no warning he shoves your head back down the length of his cock. all the way. you're unable to do anything but choke and welcome the lack of room in your throat. even his hips began to join in, savagely bucking themselves against you, introducing your throat rudely to his cock. it became a struggle to even breath, your nostrils flared wide.

he watched as your eyes became floods. mascara all ruined. slamming his cock into you over and over, the enforcer cradles your cheek in his palm. a thumb shakily casting aside stray hands of hair that fall from your disheveled ponytail. as your mouth lets his cock abuse your lips and throat, his thighs grow weak, trembling. as much as he hates it, he throws his head back. it doesn't take long before he's shooting his cum down your throat- but the thrusting halts. instead he uses a hand to strongly keep your head at the base of his cock, your gags and struggle to get some air in arousing him beyond belief, “that's it, be a good girl, take my cum. fuck yeah, take this damn cum. so good.. so fucking good to me.”

you're a good girl, and you swallow. his profanities fondling you as you take in all his release. throat coated in his cum. with gasps for any air you can get, you pull away. wetness painted on the inside of your thighs.

it takes him a moment for him to end his panting. the groans and growls waving goodbye to him once your mouth leaves his cock. softly, he adorns your cheek with his other hand, thumb grazing over the apple.

“you did so good for me.. so good. looked so pretty just now, choking on my cock. you like that? choking on mr healy's cock?”

the name you so often referred to him as haunts you, though you greet it with open arms, “i loved tasting you, mr healy.” collecting the mess of yourself, you stand up, still feeling like something close to prey beside him.

in a movement perhaps guised as loving, he pulls you in and houses your body within his arms, thick and brawny, ready to keep you by his heaving chest.

“no ones given me that in ten years.. maybe more- thank you holy fuck thank you.”