#strictly scandalous mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia

[ohtobeleah]

MICKEY GARCIA + BREEDING KINK = 😈😈

We’ve all talked about Bradley Bradshaw with a breeding kink, and we’ve discussed the idea of Jake Seresin discovering it—but what about Mickey Garcia? 

Warnings: This is Strictly scandalous, Smut ahead.

Well, if you ask me. Personally I think it’s a kink discovered after the fact and I think that you and Fanboy would be absolutely feral about it. 

Mickey Garcia had always tried to do the right thing in his life, he takes care of his house, his picket fence, his children and his wife—but the way he’s looking at you while you’re laughing at something Phoenix had said he can’t help but want to devour you, stuff you full, and leave you carrying yet a third Garcia child. 

“Excuse me Nix, can I borrow my girl here for a minute?” Mickey is smiling as politely as he can, a gentleman at heart and around his friends. But behind closed doors as of late? He’d been a feral man on a mission to get you pregnant just one more time. 

“Mick—where are we—?” 

“Bathroom, now.” Mickey ushers you through the crowded Hard Deck, his children are with your mum for the night, giving you two so much needed adult time. “It’s six o’clock, your ovulation tracker says it peaks at six, so—bathroom. Now.” 

“Okay but we have to be quick.” Giddy as teenagers, Mickey led you to the bathrooms, passing past his friends as colleagues like he wasn’t about to try and impregnate you. You’d been trying for a third for a while now and for some reason things just weren’t coming around as easily as your first and second had. Both accidentally, both very much loved and cherished. 

“I can be quick.” Mickey smiled as he followed you into the female bathroom, thankfully, no one was present as you rushed to the nearest stall, locking the stall door before Mickey's lips were on yours in a fever dream rush. “Only need five minutes mama—“ Both working to undo and pull up articles of clothing that weren’t needed. 

“You been taking your preconception tablets baby?” It wasn’t the sexy talk that you and your husband had been used to before you were trying for a third, but as Mickey kissed you? He moaned into your mouth as he cupped your cheeks. 

“Oh so fucking many—“ Mickey knew his way around your body, pushing his jeans just down past his ass, enough to have his boxer briefs tugged down and heavy cock springing free. “I liked the gummy version better though, capsules suck ass.” The childishness of Mickey's response had you giggling into his neck as he worked to lift you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed your back into the cubicle stall wall. “What about you?” 

“Every morning, every night.” You mumbled into your husband's mouth as he guided himself into you. Already slick and ready for him just from the anticipation and thought of making a baby at your favorite watering hole. 

“God that's so hot–” Mickey smiled as he sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “So fucking hot mama.” 

It's fast and quick and it does the job. Mickeys fucking into you all the while he cups a hand over your mouth to soften the sounds of your moans that were echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. He feels so good inside you but again, he was your husband after all. 

“Mick, Baby, faster–” Your panting against his palm as Mickey bucks his hips against you a little faster, hitting that spot he knows you like over and over as his balls slap against the curvature of your ass. “Want you to make me a mama again.” 

“Gonna flood you baby.” Mickey was quick to respond as he groaned against your neck, sucking against the pulse point he knows you love. “Love seeing you all full of my cum.” 

The two of you had a job to do, so when Mickey was feeling your walls begin to tighten around him, those velvet walls that sucked him in and milked him dry? He knew he was a goner. 

“Arruggh, Baby–baby, I’m close so fucking close.” There is a momentary lapse in judgment where Mickey forgets you’re both in the stall of the female bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck. he isn't concerned about the volume of his cries. “Holy shit—gonna cum all up in this pretty pussy of yours love.”

“Shit shit shit shit–” It was as if hearing the term of endearment that your husband chose to call you on a regular basis sent you into the stratosphere. Pushing yourself off the wall and stunballing back so Mickey could sit on the close toilet seat. “I’m there, I’m so fucking there baby!” Bouncing in your husband's lap as his length throbbed inside you, you reached between the two of you as Mickey's hands worked to guide your hips. “FUCK!” Playing with yourself with two delicate digits, Mickey glanced down to watch you as your mouth opened and eyes rolled, your head fell back as a mantra of sighs and pleas and his name in toe escaped. “Mickey! Ahh baby fuck, yesss—-auurrgghh–” That was all Mickey needed to hear as he fucked himself into you, he could feel his orgasm pooling at the base of his shift as he spilled and spilled. 

“Ahhhhhh–” Mickey hissed as he clenched his jaw, his fingertips digging into your hips as he came deep inside you. “Fuck mama, if this doesnt take im getting checked.” He sighed as you leaned forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. Kissing at his earlobe. “Can't wait to see you all swollen and waddling around again.” 

“You have a breeding kink for sure, Fanboy.” You taunted as you sat up, Mickey still buried to the hilt inside you, working to plug his load. “I have a good feeling about this one.” 

“If not we can just keep trying.” Mickey cooed, leaning in to kiss your sweet lips as his hands held you tight at your hips. Still straddling his waist on top of the closed toilet seat. “But yes, love breeding you, baby. You're just so pretty when you're pregnant.” 

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Strictly Scandalous Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

[ohtobeleah]

WSO Threesome with Bob and Fanboy cause WSOs do it better #strictlyscandolus

Because WOSs do it better indeed. They really do. Imagine it though. 

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut. Double Penetration.

It has to be a double penetration type situation because how could you not want to be stuffed to the very brim with both of them at the same time. I mean just think about it with me for a minute or two.

Bobs got you on his stomach, hes supporting you from behind while hes fucking slow and deep thrusts into your pukering ass. Laying on his back against your mattress, his feet pressed into the covers as he lifts his hips to shove himself a little deeper inside you. Disappearing into you like your ass was made for him and only him. 

“Ahhh that's it, pretty girl, I've got you–feels so good for me though, how about you touch yourself for me?” Bobs mumbling through his southern drawl as your head falls back against his shoulder, kissing your temple as you moan out a mantra of pleasure that is just music to Bob's ears. 

“Ahhh Fuck! Bob, baby, s’big.” You're curling your clit, collecting your own arasoul as you do before Mickey is groaning at the sight. Reminding you of what's to come. 

“I know, I know darlin but you’re taking me so good, isn't she Mick?” Mickeys been kneeling at the end of your bed, pumping himself to the sight of Bob Floyd fucking your ass as he holds your knees apart. 

“So good baby, but let's see how well you do taking us both together.” It's the slow crawl Mickey does up the bed that has you itching at the anticipation. “Tell me you want me.” 

“I want you Micky, so fucking bad.” You're babbling at this point, you'd say whatever either of them wanted you to say in order to feel them both. “Fuck me–” Its all Mickey Garcia needs before hes slapping the tip of his length against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Watching as you try to run from him, but Bobs holding you still on top of him. 

“Oh no, no don't you run from us, pretty girl, we’re just getting started with you.” Bob hissed as he felt Mickeys pressing in, stretching you out and stuffing you full, slowly, but surely burying himself to the very hilt of his cock. 

“AAHHH FUCK!” Crying out you gritted your teeth, revealing in the pleasure that washed over you like a fucking tsunami. “Yess–ahh fugh–s’good, so fucking good!” 

“You look so pretty between us, baby.” Mickey cooed as he reached for your cheeks, squeezing your lips together. “Are you our fuck hole baby?” You nodded frantically, like if you didn't answer immediately all of this would stop and you'd be left empty. “Are you our dirty little fuck toy?” Again, without hesitation you nodded frantically, moaning as both men drove themself in and out of your respective holes.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Please–please don't stop.” Mickey's grip on your cheeks with Bob's hands snacking around to choke you gently mixed so well, you couldn't breathe, couldn't see through the tears as your face turned hot to the touch from the lack of oxygen. “Please don’t fucking stop–!” 

“Fuck Bob shes just begging for more isnt she, so greedy.” MIckey thought he'd pick up the pace in response to your pleas, thrusting himself in and out of your perfect cunt as sat back on his knees, removing his hand from your cheeks to lock his fists around your ankles to keep them high in the sky. “Cant wait to see how you walk around base tomorrow, dirty fucking whore huh?” 

“Such a greedy thing, look at how well she's taking us Mick, so tight and stuffed.” Bob let his head fall back against the mattress as he bucked his hips, his hands cupping at your ass as he took your full weight. “So good baby, oh so fucking good for us.” 

It felt otherworldy, Bob and Fanboy fucking your holes like you were there toy, their plaything. You'd never felt so full, so stuffed. You were a sweaty mess between the two aviators that were fucking you so dirty and raw. 

“I wanna cum!” Crying you groaned as you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching. “I wanna cum so bad please please please–ahhh fugh!” 

“You hear that Bob, She wants to cum for us.” Mickey was unrelenting in his pace, never stopping for a second as he brought one hand down to press the pad of his thumb against your clit. 

“Let's give her what she wants, Fanyboy, let's make her scream.” Bob growled as he fucked up into your ass fast and hard. When Mickey was pulling back Bob was thrusting in, a perfect rythem had been set to send you over the edge. “Cum for us baby, scream for us, show us how well we fuck you sensless.” 

You were listening, but had lost the ability to formulate a proper sentence as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your jaw slacked. The back of your head hit Bob's shoulder as you came hard around Mickey's cock, clenching him to new extremes as your walls fluttered and your ass tightened. 

“FUCK!!!! Uuuhhhhh ffuugghhh yesss.!!” Trembling in between Mickey Garcia and BOb Floyd, they weren't anywhere near finished with you. Changing positions, manhandling you as you came down from the most intense high ever.  It was Bobs turn to have his way with you, and Mickeys turn to fuck your pretty ass. 

“Make sure you tell those pilot friends of yours that Weapons Systems Officers do it better baby.” Bob grinned as he leaned in to kiss your lips, thrusting into you without warning as you moaned his name into his mouth. 

“So much better.” Mickey did the same, shuffling beneath you, reaching around to guide himself into your ass. “We do it so much better.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd & Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

[ohtobeleah]

not sure if you're still taking concepts but i'm feral for some mickey smut. mickey picks you up from brunch with the girls and you're foaming at the mouth at how good he looks in his sunday athleisure. #StrictlyScandlous

Eeep okay so I was having a little brain malfunction today and I really wanted to write but I didn’t inherently feel like writing for any of the stories I have going on so I thought I’d just do like a strictly scandalous concept that was left over from the last round. I was in my Mickey mood. 

Enjoy: warnings: sexually explicit content ahead.

Mickey Garcia was a simple man, he didn’t need a lot of things in life to make him happy. He loved his family, hell without his family Mickey wasn’t exactly sure who’d he’d even be. He loved his friends, especially his Dagger Squadron—although Mickey had lived in many houses and seen a lot of places across the continental United States, he never truly felt like he was home until he found himself in North Island. 

Living up to the reputation and expectations bestowed upon him, Mickey loved a good Fanboy moment. He loved his Star Trek and his Star Wars and his Battlestar Galactica, hell he even dabbled with the Gilmore Girls which was a sharp left hand turn to what his usual self indulgent fiction was. 

But if there was someone who Mickey Fanboy Garcia loved more than anything or anyone else on the entire planet—it was you. He was your biggest fan. You were without a shadow of a doubt the love of Mickey's life and if the wedding ring that wrapped around his ring finger didn’t show a glimmer of the amount of love that coursed through Mickey's veins, then he had a real problem on his hands. Because the day you began Mrs Fanboy Garcia was the happiest day of Mickey's life. 

“Mickey!!” You bellowed from the top of the steps of the Hard Deck. “Guys! Mickeys here! I gotta go!” You’d been out celebrating Phoenix and her promotion with some of the girls. You weren’t a pilot, hell you weren’t even in the damn Navy, but it was cool that they’d always treated you like one of the guys and not just a spouse on the side. 

Mickey waited by the hood of his 2005 Honda CRV he was determined to run into the fucking ground before he upgraded, he’d gotten it second hand from a guy in Arizona and was determined to get his money’s worth. 

“Oh my god, babe? You good?” Mickey chuckled as a grin crept across his smitten face. “Here I’ll help—“ With a pep in his step and a quick jog to your side, Mickey was guiding you and you, your very drunk self—back to the car with a hand pressed to the small of your back and another one set in your open palm. “Mrs Garcia, you smell like a distillery.” 

“Uh, the girls introduced me to something very seductive yet fickle, a fair-weathered friend who seems friendly and benign at first but packs a wallop like a donkey kick and that is the Long Island Iced Tea.” Mickey looked far too good for you to not feel yourself getting a little slick in your panties, his hair had grown out, sweaty curls clung to the nap of his neck from under the baseball cap he wore backwards. Black on black shorts, and T had you feeling all kinds of ways. 

“Oh no—how many did you have?” Mickey laughed to himself when you lost your footing and he had to help steady you on the short walk back to the car. 

“I guess I didn’t mention the fact it was a bottom brunch did I?” Mickey lost all control of himself when he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “We never did find the bottom—“ You added, pouting your bottom lip out as you leaned against the car, waiting for your beautiful husband to open it for you once he’d finished laughing about the hangover he knew you were going to have tomorrow. “Where were you when I called?” 

In your time consuming every conceivable drop of alcohol that had been placed before you, the fact Mickey had been out hiking the trails around base with none other than Robert Floyd. He’d only just gotten back to his car when you called, tapping out of bottomless brunch. If you kept searching for the bottom the only thing you were going to find was the emergency department of Miramar Base Hospital. 

“I was out hiking with Bob–” Mickey cooed, Guiding you into the passenger seat. “Here watch your head.” It wasn't that Mickey thought you were incompetent, it was just he knew by the way you could barely keep yourself upright in the passenger seat that you had had far too much alcohol. He wanted to take care of you the best he could, keep you safe. Leaning over you and into the car, Mickey strapped you in. 

“Mmm you smell good.” Again, Mickey couldn't help but to laugh softly. He was a sweaty mess from running around in the sun with Bob. “Really good.” As Mickey clipped in your seatbelt, you leaned forward to kiss his exposed neck, sending a titlewave of goosebumps across his tan skin. “Taste good too–” 

“Minx.” Was all Mickey mumbled as he turned his head to kiss your lips, tasting the familiar but hangover inducing flavours of the Long Island Iced Tea. “Let's get you home huh?” 

“You look really good in that little athleisure moment, Lieutenant.” You knew your words were affecting your husband by the way he was fighting the hume that every so desperately wanted to take over the apples of his cheeks as he slid out of the car and shut the door behind him. 

“Lord give me strength–” He whispered to the heavens above as he walked around to the driver's side, it wouldn't be morally appropriate to give into your seductive ways when you'd had consumed enough alcohol to sedate an elephant or Hangman on an empty stomach at best. 

It was the longest car ride home ever for Mickey as he sat there and listened to you try and seduce him, his cock throbbed against his boxer briefs and left nothing to the imagination through the thin layer of material his shorts were made of. 

“Relly wanna fuck you in the back seat Mickey baby, dont you wanna fuck me?” Oh god yes he did. So much. 

“I love you, but you've had a little too much to drink baby, I don't wanna take advantage of you like this.” The gentleman as always, but you were feral. It was either a new callonge that had sent you into heat or it was Mickey's androstenone which realistically, was a naturally derived cologne that made you want to fuck his brains out. 

“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” You smirked, slowly taking your top off over your head as Mickey tried his best to focus on the road ahead. You were his fucking wife, the love of his life, his best friend. Mickey Garcia had seen your tits a million times before and he knew he’d see them a million times more, but every time you exposed them to him, he was mesmerised. Captivated by the trance your tits put him in. “You wanna touch me baby?” 

“So badly honey, but I gotta focus on the road, get you home safe.” Fuck this was pure torture and what made it worse was that Mickey knew that you knew he was a puddle of a man in your seductive hands. So when you took your bra off and flung it into the back seat, he knew you were up to no good when he felt your hand snake around his and guide it from the steering wheel to your chest. “Y/n–” 

“Touch me Lieutenant I’m so fucking wet.” 

“Babe!” Mickey couldn't help but to blush, he could feel the heat rising in his cheek and the blood throbbing in his length but he still did as he was told and squeezed your tit in the palm of his hand, as you held his hand there. “I'm trying to drive!” 

“And I’m trying to get you to fuck me because you look like an adonis right now!” As you giggled and bit down on your bottom lip, you slowly let go of Mickey's hand, revelling in the fact he kept his hand there. “You should pull over up ahead.” 

“We’re almost home?” Mickey frowned in confusion as you brought your hand up to cup over your mouth. “You okay?” 

“I need to puke–” You gagged, Mickey's eyes shot out of his head as he was pulling over, watching as you unbuckled your seatbelt and instead of climbing out of the car, climb into the back seat. 

“Y/n oh my god! I thought you were being serious! We’re five minutes from home!” Mickey groaned, not entirely sure how to navigate the situation playing out. But was he angry? No, this was the hottest thing ever. 

“You have two options here Flyboy, either get your ass back here and fuck me or sit there and watch me get myself off, but either way–I’m not leaving this car until ive had an orgasm.” Mickey paused, he knew he shouldn't when you'd had so much to drink, but then again, the roles had been revered on a number of occasions and you'd captured to his every request. Tossing up the options he’d been given, Mickey shut the engine off and made quick work following you into the back seat, climbing over the centre console to get there.

“You make me a weak fucking man baby.” Mickey mumbled as he took your lips hostage, loving how you giggled into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “A sinner if there ever was one.” 

“Fuck me good fuck me well flyboy.”

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Strictly Scandalous Mickey Fanboy Garcia

[ohtobeleah]

Leah, hear me out:

Mickey and scratching (think picking out his favorite color and having them paint it on your nails and him going feral and begging you to scratch him)

😳 i think i need to take a shower now bye

Oh and it gets even better when you’re on annual leave and can actually have acrylic nails!

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut Ahead.

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“Holy fucking christ–” Hangmans eyes are wide as they can possibly go when hes turning around to see Fanboy pealing his standard issue black T-shirt up over his head. The group had just finished for the day, hitting the showers before heading back to their respective homes. “What the fuck happened to you!?”

“Jesus–” Rooster to crooning, smirking as he dips his head to hide his indecent thoughts. “Mickey, it looks like you've been mauled by a rabid dog.” There's deep red raw lines trailing up and down the expanse of his back. Littered with tight muscles. The sweat he’d worked up from today's session only made the memories of last night even more vivid in his mind as he tried to focus on the drills they'd been running. But it was no use, not when he knew you were at home, enjoying your annual leave time with that pretty baby blue colour painted onto the acrylics you'd gotten.

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“Ohhh fuck!!” Mickey swore up and down that if he had been standing? His knees would have buckled and given out beneath him as your nails dug into the muscular flesh of his back. “Shit—yeah you like that huh sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop, please Mickey don’t st—stop!” The way you dragged your acrylics down his exposed back as you clung to him, biting at his shoulder to stifle your moans as he drove his length between your velvet walls, had Mickey Garcia hissing at the painful delight. Your act had your husband hearing colours and seeing sounds. “Baby—baby harder.” When you asked for Mickey to rail you just a little more he wasn’t sure he could, purely because of the way you were already raking his back to the point of drawing blood as he held himself above you. The headboard smacking against the wall.

“I got you sweetheart I got you—“ There’s a brief window of time that Mickey contemplates if he can handle you digging your nails into him any harder than you already are—but then he catches a glimpse at your o face and he’s suddenly in heaven with all the will power and determination to be your designated scratching post for the rest of his life: “You want me to go a little faster huh?”

“Yeah—wanna be fucked dumb.” Holy shit holy shit holy shit you’ve never sounded so hot. This annual leave had really helped you relax a little.

“I can do that sweetie.” Mickeys leaning down to take your lips hostage with his own. Thrusting into you at a merciless pace. With the change of pace comes a gasp that escapes from the depths of your soul that had Mickeys orgasm pooling at the base of his shaft. “Ohhh fuck baby, scratch me—“

“Huh?” You’re asking when you wrap your legs around the small of his waist. Using your heels to draw him in closer and closer.

“Claw the shit out of my back baby, I’m so fucking close.” It’s damn near painful the way Mickey is whining, but he grits his teeth as he fucks you feral and sweat drips from his curls down into your chest. “Ahhh fuck!” You’re drawing blood, pulling him down onto your chest as he exhales a guttural moan so pornographic it puts Owen Grey to shame.

The marks are still there the next morning, swollen and red raw for his fellow aviators to witness when he’s getting ready for a shower.

“Y/n got acrylics—“ Is all he says to explain himself. Rooster looks at Phoenix with a raised eyebrow. She just groans in response and hits his chest.

“Don’t even think about it Bradshaw—“

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Strictly Scandalous // Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

[ohtobeleah]

I don’t know who or how you’d make this work but this would be so hot for the next strictly Scandalous.

_ and _ blindfolding you and making you guess who’s eating you out/fucking you by technique and feel alone

I think we should play a little game with this one. I’ll write it with someone in mind and you have to try and guess who it is?

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

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“Look at her—“ Bradley growls from across the room. He’s stroking himself, giving himself some form of relief. He’s hard, the most painfully hard erection he’s ever had. “What are we gonna do with her?”

“Anything we want, Rooster.” Jake teases. He’s doing the same thing as Bradley, only he’s perched on the chair in the corner, eyeing you off through hooded emerald eyes like some helpless damsel he can do just about anything he wants to. “Just look at her.”

“Beautiful.” Bob's cooing. He’d been the one to bound your wrist, tie your ankles and blindfold you. “She’s so beautiful—“ Bobs still wearing his boxer briefs, but Mickey can clearly tell he’s straining against the fabric.

“Sounds even more beautiful.” Mickey adds, your whimpers echoing off the walls of Jake's guest bedroom. “Should I turn it up a little?” It’s not really a question, Mickey just wants to hear you moan out in reluctance.

“No no no—“ But it’s too late, Mickey is reaching between your thighs to press the button on the black hitachi strapped to your inner thigh. Bob was a craftsman as rope work. It’s pressed up against your clit, sending you into a tissy as the vibration kicks up. “Aaahhhhhh!”

Bradley jerks himself a little harder to the visual of you straining against the rope’s that held your arms above your head. Restricted to the back of the headboard. He’s throbbing, it damn near hurts how hard this is all making him.

“Fuck—“ Jake sighs out as he jolts his hips into his palm at the pressious sounds you make. “What a fucking sight this is boys—who would have thought it huh, Cyclones daughters a fucking whore.”

“Who wants to go first?” You can barely tell who’s talking, the four men who had practically kidnapped you out of the female locker room earlier that same Friday afternoon all sounded the same as you sprinted towards your first high.

“Let her come down from this first.” They can all tell by the way you're bucking your hips and straining against your restraints that you’re close. “Look at her, the Admiral's daughter.” There’s a hand that wraps around your throat just as your coil snaps. “Cum for us you dirty little whore—“ It couldn’t have been Bob who said that, no. He wouldn’t. But he’d choke you out for sure. Pressing his thumb and fingers into the side of your neck to restrict your airflow which made your walls flutter around nothing as you came.

“Ahhhhhh!! Fugghh—! Yes yes yes yes!” It’s muffled and needy and when the hand disappears you’re gasping at the extra oxygen. “Oh my god—“

“Right, so like I asked before—“ Everything sounded muffled. “Who’s going first?” There isn’t a split second that passes before the vibrator strapped to your inner thigh is turned off and you're relaxing into the softness of the mattress. Completely spent already.

“I will—“ One of the four men who’d come to you with his idea two weeks ago is quick to respond. “I’ll go first, I can see her dripping from here.” It wasn’t a lie, you could feel how slick you were, nectar dripping down your cunt to your ass.

There’s a moment where everyone is silent, you can’t see anything—so you’re listening for something, anything to tell you who’s going to have his way with you first. But the ringing in your ears is making it hard to distinguish who the fuck is actually talking.

“Ready for me?” One of the aviators who’d asked if you wanted to indulge in a few sexual fantasies asked as you felt the mattress dip, hands running up the expanse of your thighs.

“No—“ You whimper, but it’s really a yes. It’s always going to be a yes unless you scream out dagger. The agreed safe word.

“Too bad—“ You still can’t tell who it is as he blows cool air against your clit, spreading your lips with two fingers as you squirm and buck at the new sensations “Ah Ah Ah—no running sweetheart I got you.”

Before you could say anything in response, your cunt is being attacked, plump lips are attaching themselves around your clit as two digits are being thrusted into you.

“Oh fuck! Ahhh god, Mmmmhmmm—“ You’re already sensitive, already your walls are constructing against the thick digits. “Fuck! Fuck so good—ahhhhh”

“Taste so pretty, so sweet—too bad you’re a little whore huh? Being passed around like this, it makes me sick.” He’s mumbling against your overstimulated bundle of nerves, pulling back to slap a few small harsh slaps against your clit to have you withering in his grasp.

“AHH FUCK!” He doesn’t wait for long before he’s back at work, pumping his fingers in and out, lapping around at your cunt that’s gushing while his free hand pressing against your lower abdomen, holding you still.

The four of them had this planned, Rooster had even shaved his mustache just for this, he knew you’d be able to tell it was him just by that alone. But now there’s a scratching sensation against whoever’s upper lip is eating your out expertly and you can’t tell……because they all have facial hair, all shaved on the daily.

But as your coil begins to wind itself back, your muscles begin to tense in anticipation, you feel what could only be a class ring against the knuckle of one of the digits pumping into you. There’s a guttural groan escaping from the man between your legs, he’s trying to relieve some pressure, humping the mattress. There’s soft, sweat covered curls sticking to your inner thigh and as you cum hard on his tongue with a growl that has tears streaming down your eyes—he’s curling his fingers up into your velvet walls. Drinking in the taste of your orgasm as you let go of everything and squirt. Drenching him.

They all sound the same:

“Oh fuck save some for the rest of us Keys.”

“I’m fucking next, move, need to fuck that pretty cunt.”

“So pretty for us aren’t you beautiful?”

“We’ve got you all night Lieutenant, don’t think we’re done with you for a second.”

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[ohtobeleah]

👋 I saw that you said some of the strictly scandalous prompts are nasty… could we get a sneak peek of a nasty one? not of your writing but an actual prompt? I wanna see what’s coming down the pipeline 👀

These are three I worked on yesterday during my break (The WOS once I did sit there and write directly in front of my manager….)

They are drafted ready to go for Valentine’s Day Weekend. I have a lot to get through so I’m glade I’ve given myself two entire weeks to prepare myself. Last time we got five blurbs one Saturday and five on Sunday but I think given the time I’ve got I’ll have more done this time.

Also a little PSA, make sure you either charge your sex toys or buy new batteries….we’re gonna be enjoying yourself.

[ohtobeleah]

Hey guys. 👋 So I’ve been thinking—I’m going to open up a Strictly Scandalous concept weekend for the TopGun community.

(For those who may not be aware) <- This was the work I did for Sebastian Stan / Bucky Barnes.

✨ Strictly Scandalous ✨ is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me. There aren’t really any limitations in terms of kinks and turns ons. But obviously if there’s something I’m not comfortable writing I’ll express that (no kink shaming)

I’ll be posting the concepts received under the hashtag Strictly Scandalous// with whoever you’ve requested.

For this particular round this weekend I’ll be accepting requests for:

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Only one rule: If you send in a concept for this weekend please add the hashtag #StrictlyScandlous to the end of your request so I know it’s for this specific event.

[ohtobeleah]

Hey haven’t seen anything on stricktly scandalous about fanboy yet. How about slight voyeurism with mickey

Hope you are having an amazing day. Loving this blurb series !!

Yeah because I haven’t received anything about him! The invite was always open! I was sure @fanboygarcia was gonna blow me up or something but 🤦‍♀️

Not so much a part of strictly scandalous but if you ask again after this I’ll have it sorted for the next round.

I like the idea of you being a like a friends with benefits situation? But perhaps you two have a little blow out about something stupid and you go out of your way to make him jealous. Like finding a random dude at the Hard Deck to make out with in straight shot of him.

Touching this guy in ways you’ve touched Fanboy. He’s angry, and seething and so unbelievably hard that he’s pulling you away into the bathroom to remind you that your his and his only. 🥵

“What are you playing at?”

“Nothing Michael—“

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me?”

“Why were you watching? I didn’t know you were into voyeurism—“

[ohtobeleah]

Ohtobeleah Masterlist

~ A collection of my fantasies, desires, darkest thoughts and wildest dreams with the fictional characters I develop a borderline obsession with.

-> Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

-> Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

-> Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

-> Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

-> Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson 

-> Logan Howlett

-> Rhett Abbott

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Sebastian Stan

-> Steve Harrington

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Strictly Scandalous Strictly Scandalous is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me.

4K Celebration: Well. It’s creeping up. I’m preparing for a massive celebration! To celebrate the monumental milestone I’d like to do some prompt lists for you all. I’ve curated a bunch of prompt lists below with some instructions.

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist Thank You to @ailesswhumptober for providing us with this amazing prompt list for Whumptober this year.

Whumptober 2023 Masterlist Thank You to @ailesswhumptober for providing us with this amazing prompt list for Whumptober this year.

Top Gun Maverick: Valentines Day Special | I have posted an Offical Song Prompt List and have linked it with this post along with the general admission rules for anyone who is interested in submitting something for the celebration! Absolutely anyone with a creative bone in their body can submit a Blurb & or One-Shot. Moodboards and Art are also welcome!

[foreverrandomwritings]

The only 2 I need is them hot damn🥵🥵🥵

WSO Threesome with Bob and Fanboy cause WSOs do it better #strictlyscandolus

Because WOSs do it better indeed. They really do. Imagine it though. 

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut. Double Penetration.

It has to be a double penetration type situation because how could you not want to be stuffed to the very brim with both of them at the same time. I mean just think about it with me for a minute or two.

Bobs got you on his stomach, hes supporting you from behind while hes fucking slow and deep thrusts into your pukering ass. Laying on his back against your mattress, his feet pressed into the covers as he lifts his hips to shove himself a little deeper inside you. Disappearing into you like your ass was made for him and only him. 

“Ahhh that's it, pretty girl, I've got you–feels so good for me though, how about you touch yourself for me?” Bobs mumbling through his southern drawl as your head falls back against his shoulder, kissing your temple as you moan out a mantra of pleasure that is just music to Bob's ears. 

“Ahhh Fuck! Bob, baby, s’big.” You're curling your clit, collecting your own arasoul as you do before Mickey is groaning at the sight. Reminding you of what's to come. 

“I know, I know darlin but you’re taking me so good, isn't she Mick?” Mickeys been kneeling at the end of your bed, pumping himself to the sight of Bob Floyd fucking your ass as he holds your knees apart. 

“So good baby, but let's see how well you do taking us both together.” It's the slow crawl Mickey does up the bed that has you itching at the anticipation. “Tell me you want me.” 

“I want you Micky, so fucking bad.” You're babbling at this point, you'd say whatever either of them wanted you to say in order to feel them both. “Fuck me–” Its all Mickey Garcia needs before hes slapping the tip of his length against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Watching as you try to run from him, but Bobs holding you still on top of him. 

“Oh no, no don't you run from us, pretty girl, we’re just getting started with you.” Bob hissed as he felt Mickeys pressing in, stretching you out and stuffing you full, slowly, but surely burying himself to the very hilt of his cock. 

“AAHHH FUCK!” Crying out you gritted your teeth, revealing in the pleasure that washed over you like a fucking tsunami. “Yess–ahh fugh–s’good, so fucking good!” 

“You look so pretty between us, baby.” Mickey cooed as he reached for your cheeks, squeezing your lips together. “Are you our fuck hole baby?” You nodded frantically, like if you didn't answer immediately all of this would stop and you'd be left empty. “Are you our dirty little fuck toy?” Again, without hesitation you nodded frantically, moaning as both men drove themself in and out of your respective holes.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Please–please don't stop.” Mickey's grip on your cheeks with Bob's hands snacking around to choke you gently mixed so well, you couldn't breathe, couldn't see through the tears as your face turned hot to the touch from the lack of oxygen. “Please don’t fucking stop–!” 

“Fuck Bob shes just begging for more isnt she, so greedy.” MIckey thought he'd pick up the pace in response to your pleas, thrusting himself in and out of your perfect cunt as sat back on his knees, removing his hand from your cheeks to lock his fists around your ankles to keep them high in the sky. “Cant wait to see how you walk around base tomorrow, dirty fucking whore huh?” 

“Such a greedy thing, look at how well she's taking us Mick, so tight and stuffed.” Bob let his head fall back against the mattress as he bucked his hips, his hands cupping at your ass as he took your full weight. “So good baby, oh so fucking good for us.” 

It felt otherworldy, Bob and Fanboy fucking your holes like you were there toy, their plaything. You'd never felt so full, so stuffed. You were a sweaty mess between the two aviators that were fucking you so dirty and raw. 

“I wanna cum!” Crying you groaned as you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching. “I wanna cum so bad please please please–ahhh fugh!” 

“You hear that Bob, She wants to cum for us.” Mickey was unrelenting in his pace, never stopping for a second as he brought one hand down to press the pad of his thumb against your clit. 

“Let's give her what she wants, Fanyboy, let's make her scream.” Bob growled as he fucked up into your ass fast and hard. When Mickey was pulling back Bob was thrusting in, a perfect rythem had been set to send you over the edge. “Cum for us baby, scream for us, show us how well we fuck you sensless.” 

You were listening, but had lost the ability to formulate a proper sentence as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your jaw slacked. The back of your head hit Bob's shoulder as you came hard around Mickey's cock, clenching him to new extremes as your walls fluttered and your ass tightened. 

“FUCK!!!! Uuuhhhhh ffuugghhh yesss.!!” Trembling in between Mickey Garcia and BOb Floyd, they weren't anywhere near finished with you. Changing positions, manhandling you as you came down from the most intense high ever.  It was Bobs turn to have his way with you, and Mickeys turn to fuck your pretty ass. 

“Make sure you tell those pilot friends of yours that Weapons Systems Officers do it better baby.” Bob grinned as he leaned in to kiss your lips, thrusting into you without warning as you moaned his name into his mouth. 

“So much better.” Mickey did the same, shuffling beneath you, reaching around to guide himself into your ass. “We do it so much better.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd & Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

[ohtobeleah]

I seriously don’t pay Mickey enough attention

not sure if you're still taking concepts but i'm feral for some mickey smut. mickey picks you up from brunch with the girls and you're foaming at the mouth at how good he looks in his sunday athleisure. #StrictlyScandlous

Eeep okay so I was having a little brain malfunction today and I really wanted to write but I didn’t inherently feel like writing for any of the stories I have going on so I thought I’d just do like a strictly scandalous concept that was left over from the last round. I was in my Mickey mood. 

Enjoy: warnings: sexually explicit content ahead.

Mickey Garcia was a simple man, he didn’t need a lot of things in life to make him happy. He loved his family, hell without his family Mickey wasn’t exactly sure who’d he’d even be. He loved his friends, especially his Dagger Squadron—although Mickey had lived in many houses and seen a lot of places across the continental United States, he never truly felt like he was home until he found himself in North Island. 

Living up to the reputation and expectations bestowed upon him, Mickey loved a good Fanboy moment. He loved his Star Trek and his Star Wars and his Battlestar Galactica, hell he even dabbled with the Gilmore Girls which was a sharp left hand turn to what his usual self indulgent fiction was. 

But if there was someone who Mickey Fanboy Garcia loved more than anything or anyone else on the entire planet—it was you. He was your biggest fan. You were without a shadow of a doubt the love of Mickey's life and if the wedding ring that wrapped around his ring finger didn’t show a glimmer of the amount of love that coursed through Mickey's veins, then he had a real problem on his hands. Because the day you began Mrs Fanboy Garcia was the happiest day of Mickey's life. 

“Mickey!!” You bellowed from the top of the steps of the Hard Deck. “Guys! Mickeys here! I gotta go!” You’d been out celebrating Phoenix and her promotion with some of the girls. You weren’t a pilot, hell you weren’t even in the damn Navy, but it was cool that they’d always treated you like one of the guys and not just a spouse on the side. 

Mickey waited by the hood of his 2005 Honda CRV he was determined to run into the fucking ground before he upgraded, he’d gotten it second hand from a guy in Arizona and was determined to get his money’s worth. 

“Oh my god, babe? You good?” Mickey chuckled as a grin crept across his smitten face. “Here I’ll help—“ With a pep in his step and a quick jog to your side, Mickey was guiding you and you, your very drunk self—back to the car with a hand pressed to the small of your back and another one set in your open palm. “Mrs Garcia, you smell like a distillery.” 

“Uh, the girls introduced me to something very seductive yet fickle, a fair-weathered friend who seems friendly and benign at first but packs a wallop like a donkey kick and that is the Long Island Iced Tea.” Mickey looked far too good for you to not feel yourself getting a little slick in your panties, his hair had grown out, sweaty curls clung to the nap of his neck from under the baseball cap he wore backwards. Black on black shorts, and T had you feeling all kinds of ways. 

“Oh no—how many did you have?” Mickey laughed to himself when you lost your footing and he had to help steady you on the short walk back to the car. 

“I guess I didn’t mention the fact it was a bottom brunch did I?” Mickey lost all control of himself when he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “We never did find the bottom—“ You added, pouting your bottom lip out as you leaned against the car, waiting for your beautiful husband to open it for you once he’d finished laughing about the hangover he knew you were going to have tomorrow. “Where were you when I called?” 

In your time consuming every conceivable drop of alcohol that had been placed before you, the fact Mickey had been out hiking the trails around base with none other than Robert Floyd. He’d only just gotten back to his car when you called, tapping out of bottomless brunch. If you kept searching for the bottom the only thing you were going to find was the emergency department of Miramar Base Hospital. 

“I was out hiking with Bob–” Mickey cooed, Guiding you into the passenger seat. “Here watch your head.” It wasn't that Mickey thought you were incompetent, it was just he knew by the way you could barely keep yourself upright in the passenger seat that you had had far too much alcohol. He wanted to take care of you the best he could, keep you safe. Leaning over you and into the car, Mickey strapped you in. 

“Mmm you smell good.” Again, Mickey couldn't help but to laugh softly. He was a sweaty mess from running around in the sun with Bob. “Really good.” As Mickey clipped in your seatbelt, you leaned forward to kiss his exposed neck, sending a titlewave of goosebumps across his tan skin. “Taste good too–” 

“Minx.” Was all Mickey mumbled as he turned his head to kiss your lips, tasting the familiar but hangover inducing flavours of the Long Island Iced Tea. “Let's get you home huh?” 

“You look really good in that little athleisure moment, Lieutenant.” You knew your words were affecting your husband by the way he was fighting the hume that every so desperately wanted to take over the apples of his cheeks as he slid out of the car and shut the door behind him. 

“Lord give me strength–” He whispered to the heavens above as he walked around to the driver's side, it wouldn't be morally appropriate to give into your seductive ways when you'd had consumed enough alcohol to sedate an elephant or Hangman on an empty stomach at best. 

It was the longest car ride home ever for Mickey as he sat there and listened to you try and seduce him, his cock throbbed against his boxer briefs and left nothing to the imagination through the thin layer of material his shorts were made of. 

“Relly wanna fuck you in the back seat Mickey baby, dont you wanna fuck me?” Oh god yes he did. So much. 

“I love you, but you've had a little too much to drink baby, I don't wanna take advantage of you like this.” The gentleman as always, but you were feral. It was either a new callonge that had sent you into heat or it was Mickey's androstenone which realistically, was a naturally derived cologne that made you want to fuck his brains out. 

“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” You smirked, slowly taking your top off over your head as Mickey tried his best to focus on the road ahead. You were his fucking wife, the love of his life, his best friend. Mickey Garcia had seen your tits a million times before and he knew he’d see them a million times more, but every time you exposed them to him, he was mesmerised. Captivated by the trance your tits put him in. “You wanna touch me baby?” 

“So badly honey, but I gotta focus on the road, get you home safe.” Fuck this was pure torture and what made it worse was that Mickey knew that you knew he was a puddle of a man in your seductive hands. So when you took your bra off and flung it into the back seat, he knew you were up to no good when he felt your hand snake around his and guide it from the steering wheel to your chest. “Y/n–” 

“Touch me Lieutenant I’m so fucking wet.” 

“Babe!” Mickey couldn't help but to blush, he could feel the heat rising in his cheek and the blood throbbing in his length but he still did as he was told and squeezed your tit in the palm of his hand, as you held his hand there. “I'm trying to drive!” 

“And I’m trying to get you to fuck me because you look like an adonis right now!” As you giggled and bit down on your bottom lip, you slowly let go of Mickey's hand, revelling in the fact he kept his hand there. “You should pull over up ahead.” 

“We’re almost home?” Mickey frowned in confusion as you brought your hand up to cup over your mouth. “You okay?” 

“I need to puke–” You gagged, Mickey's eyes shot out of his head as he was pulling over, watching as you unbuckled your seatbelt and instead of climbing out of the car, climb into the back seat. 

“Y/n oh my god! I thought you were being serious! We’re five minutes from home!” Mickey groaned, not entirely sure how to navigate the situation playing out. But was he angry? No, this was the hottest thing ever. 

“You have two options here Flyboy, either get your ass back here and fuck me or sit there and watch me get myself off, but either way–I’m not leaving this car until ive had an orgasm.” Mickey paused, he knew he shouldn't when you'd had so much to drink, but then again, the roles had been revered on a number of occasions and you'd captured to his every request. Tossing up the options he’d been given, Mickey shut the engine off and made quick work following you into the back seat, climbing over the centre console to get there.

“You make me a weak fucking man baby.” Mickey mumbled as he took your lips hostage, loving how you giggled into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “A sinner if there ever was one.” 

“Fuck me good fuck me well flyboy.”

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Strictly Scandalous Mickey Fanboy Garcia