#flaco hernandez smut

[funkwhistle]

Flaco Hernandez Alphabet

Warnings: Read at your own risk - it's NSFW (exhibitionism, mentions of wax play, blood/knife kink, bondage - but only briefly)

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

Will always check on you afterwards

Whether it's just wrapping in you in some blankets to keep you warm to gently massaging your sore muscles; anything he can do to make you comfortable, he will.

Kisses everywhere — peppering you in affection and praise

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

Flaco loves your eyes first off — when you're all bundled up in furs they're pretty much the only thing he can see, and they light up whenever you catch a glimpse of him.

But also your legs, and how they always manage to get tangled in his own as you lay there

Or how you use them to hold him deeper into you as he fucks you

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Depends on his mood, usually loves staying inside you for as long as possible, if that includes coming inside you

But if you ask him, he'd more than happily cum over your stomach (even if he did grumble about how cold it was when he wasn't inside you)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves cock warming

He heard his men speak about one of the townsfolk doing it once, and Flaco will ask you to do at any opportunity.

Maybe the thrill of doing it in public does something to him, but he firmly believes it actually keeps him warmer

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Flaco refuses to speak of it, but guessing his legendary status he wasn't a virgin when you met him

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

mating press — nothing more to add

(and not mattress press)

google it at your own risk — on your own head be it

from something @mallr4ts said ages ago

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You often find yourself laughing at him, and how seriously he takes himself

But he has been known to laugh a little during sex (mostly when one of you falls over)

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

This man lives in the Grizzlies, do you think he has time to get a full wax?

But in all fairness, he likes to keep it neat (ish) down there

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eh, depends on — if he hasn't seen you in a while, then the softer side of him goes out the window, that man is nearly always turned on

But that's not to say he doesn't love some tender moments with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

Yes, of course — you're not with him for long, and it's either his hand or travel miles to find you

He's wanted to try mutual masturbation with you one day, but somehow your clothes are on the floor and his cock is in you before he can suggest it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned, cock warming, but he also loves edging you, possibly teasing you for hours until you practically begging for him.

He's heard of most things, but it often takes him a while to warm up to the idea of something new if you suggest it to him

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

I mean, the bed is almost the only thing in the cabin

But fireside on the floor is up there with favourite places — anywhere with you, he'd be happy

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

You taking the lead

Aside from just looking at you, he loves nothing more than you shoving him onto the bed and sinking yourself down on him

Or you pulling him somewhere for an intimate moment

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Hurt you, in any way

So wax play, blood or knife kinks are completely off the table

He would occasionally tie you up, but only to be fussing over your comfort for the rest of the time

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

Loves (and always has loved) to receive, your lips wrapped around his cock, gagging as it hits the back of his throat — there's nothing which makes the man happier.

But recently he's been going down on you as well, and with his lack of experience you've been helping him

And he's enjoying it more and more now, asking to go down on you without you even prompting him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Hazard a guess

Fast, loves the sound of his skin hitting yours, loud enough to embarrass his men outside the cabin

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

yes yes yes

Any moment this man is not having sex, he's thinking about it — so yes

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As mentioned, if you bring up something new with him, it takes him a while to warm up to it, but is willing to try a lot of things at least once.

“How can you say you don't like something without trying it first?”

But he does love the thrill of public intimacy

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Flaco brings this up frequently, worrying about how he can't keep up for more than one of two rounds now he's older, but you don't mind; he'll make you cum at least once before even thinking about himself

And this man will happily take a break until you're both ready again

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nope

I don't think they had vibrators in 1899

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Flaco loves to tease you, to drive you right up the edge before leaving you, whining, on the bed waiting for him

And his hands

Hands everywhere all the time, no mater if you were in front of people, his hands would find themselves stroking circles on your inner thighs whenever he could

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not as loud as you thought he'd be, but when he's got more used to you, he'll start being more vocal

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

While his sex drive is astronomical, he is very controlled about it, preferring not to visit brothels etc

(although in his youth and height of fame it was a different story)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

…

He knows he's bigger than average and will not stop letting you know about it

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

This is man practically lives and breathes sex

Do I need to say any more?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll check on you, but will often find himself snoring peacefully

Particularly after a long round

Something you find very endearing about him, always making sure to tuck him into bed, or curl yourself around him as he sleeps

(big thanks to @a-vast-african-plain & @oatcakebabie for correcting me about the mating press btw)

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[billythecryptid]

Modern!Flaco/F!Reader smut

I am no longer working on this, have at it, I barely made any edits or changes lol, the only difference is our man Flaco gets to get off as well. 

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"Bebita," Flaco calls out when he reaches over and feels you aren't in bed. The clock on his nightstand glowing 1:30. He sighed, every night it seemed lately. He rolled out of bed and padded down the hallway to find you in the living room perched on the edge of the couch staring off unseeingly. "Bebita," he hums softly. "Are you alright?" You nod but sigh heavily.

"Cant sleep."

"Well let's fix that," he murmurs, kneeling down in front of you. You meet his eye then return his smirk.

"And what do you suggest?"

"A glass of water and a quick orgasm." He winks.

He presses the sweating glass into your hand, the coolness brings you back just a little.

“Drink up bebita, then we can head back to bed huh?” You meet his eyes as you take a sip then smile in thanks. He cups your cheek, thumb lovingly stroking your cheek bone and you lean into it, turning and kissing his palm.

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"The way you look, you'd think you were the one that received all the pleasure from this."

He slips your legs over his shoulders before he hooks his arms around your thighs, mouth poised over your pussy as his eyes glisten with excitement up at you.

"I can't help…" he licks a broad stripe up your slit making your thighs shake. "That you have such a sweet little pussy." He licks again this time burying his tongue between your folds and flicking your clit. The sounds he is making are obscene, slurping, sucking and moaning against you, growling when you bury your fingers in his long thick black hair and tug as you writhe and call out beneath him.He brings his right hand around so he can slip his finger into your cunt making you whine.

He reaches with his left hand to pull your pussy lips back to expose your clit better, licking circles around it as he pushes another finger in. “Oh god yes baby,” your needy whine grows into a loud moan as he starts to pump his fingers and you run yours through his hair pushing it back from his face over and over collecting it into a ponytail in your fist. “ Yes baby, yes,” you cry as your hips start to buck at their own accord.

“That’s right, let Flaco hear how good that feels,” he hums against you. The hand not holding his hair reaches back to grab your pillow as he doubles his efforts and you feel your orgasm grow. “Ah, ah, ah baby I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you are practically grinding against his face, frantic as your orgasm builds. You can feel Flaco hum against you, pushing his fingers deeper and angling them just so. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you cry out each one going up another octave as your orgasm crests and your body goes ridgid, trembles rippling throughout your tense muscles. Your hips buck a few more times before you are pushing his face away over stimulated. Panting you drop your legs off his shoulders as you sit up a little pulling him by the front of his shirt closer for a kiss. His fingers are still inside you as he leans forward and you give a small cry when he gives them a small thrust, your face burns hearing them squelch but he only hums in pleasure.

“Fuck,” you gasp against his lips as he does it again.

“You got another one for me,” he coos knowing it makes you melt when he talks to you like this in bed. “Hm?” he nuzzles down your chin and up behind your ear. “You gonna cum again for Flaco?” he murmurs into your ear before biting and kissing at your neck. You nod frantically burying your fingers in his hair, keeping his lips on yours as he flexes his fingers inside of you. He loves the way you kiss, and has said as much many times. You are soft but demanding as you bite at his lips and coax his tongue into your mouth. He groans into it as your walls clench around his digits, pleasure recoiling itself tighter than before.

“You are so… what is the word…” he pulls back, eyebrows furrowing as he searches for what he’s looking for, fingers still working inside of you. Your chest warms at the cute look that takes over his face. “Insatiable,” he cheers then resumes his intensity as he leans back down and kisses you breathless before pulling back again. “You are insatiable, after this I bet you will beg for Flaco’s cock, yes?”

“You know me so well,” you gasp out a laugh as his words push you over the edge, your back arches and you shove his fingers free a loud cry leaving your lips. You feel him shift your hips with a tight grip on your thighs, as you are coming down. You are dazed but still take the chance to breathlessly tease him as he pushes your legs back,

“Whenever you’re read-” He thrusts into you, cutting you off, straightening up so he can press down deep inside you. You let out a loud unexpected moan, pussy clenching around the sudden intrusion. It all almost makes Flaco cum on the spot, and he coiled in over you, muscles going taut and trembling. He presses his forehead to yours and you both stare into each others eyes sharing breaths for a moment. You can grab his shoulder as he ruts and grinds down, you pull at his soft cotton sleep shirt whining desperate to feel his skin and he laughs helping you pull it off, straightening up so he can pull it over his head. He tosses it off to the side and you surge up to kiss his hands roaming over his hairy chest.

“Lay back, I want to ride you.”

You straddle his hips your knees barely reaching the bed, you let the straps of your nightie slip off and he pulls it down all the way to rest at your hips. You lean forward pressing your skin against his both of you making all sorts of mewling pleased noises. It had been a while since you’ve had time to do things like this, soft and slow and caring. He pulls you down so your chests are pressed together and thrusts up into you. You nuzzle against him relishing in the feel of his body hair as his hands roam your body.

“Jesus Christo, if you told me that I was going to grow old then find myself a beautiful wife I would have laughed. Even at just growing old-” you cut him off with a deep kiss. You hated when he talked like that, he wasn’t even that much older than you, just had a flair for the dramatic. He rolls the two of you then, arms boxing around your head as he slow as ever thrusts up into you. He breaks the kiss long enough to hear the beginnings of your moan before he swallows it down. He mouths down your jaw to bite your neck hard just how you like and you scream.

“Was that too hard, or did you like it?” he laughs kissing the pain away.

“Yes,” You cry out breasts pressing against his chest as he braces himself over you, arm slipping around your waist to lift your hips, you grab for a pillow already knowing and help him situate it under you.

“Was that to both?” He laughs again, before biting you one more time hips snapping against you, incredible deep at this new angle.

“Yes baby! Yes baby! Yes baby!” You scream as your hips grind against Flaco’s, your orgasm racing towards its peak. “I’m so close-” he pushes your legs back, sending white hot pleasure up your spine and through your limbs, “Fuck!” You scream grabbing his hands where they grip your thighs, throwing your head back mouth falling open.There is no sound, your lungs barely taking in air.

“That’s right, my slutty little princess, are you going to cum again? You going to cum again for Flaco?” He pulls one of his hands free so he can brush your hair back. “Look at Flaco when you come for him, come on, open those pretty eyes bebita.” You do your best to obey, as your orgasm pulses through you.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Please fill me with your fucking seed, please,” you turn your head fisting the blankets bringing some to your mouth to bite as you cry out in ecstasy. Flaco’s hips stutter as your pussy tightens around him tipping over the edge, bucking twice more before stilling, hips flush to yours, a long pleased moan leaving his lips. He presses his sweaty forehead to yours as the two of you work to catch your breaths.

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You snuggle down against his side, throwing your leg over his and nuzzling your face against his chest, his arm tightens around your back as he pulls you even closer.

“Feel better bebita bonita?”

“Much,” you tilt your head back, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back down, sleepiness washing over you.

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[neon-junkie]

sfw/nsfw hcs being flaco’s “pequeña esposa”? i’m so soft at the thought of being flaco’s wife bc i imagine he’s like john mulaney and will use any excuse to call you his wife if you’re married. i love the way you write him!

do you know how long i've been waiting for THIS request?? do you know how many headcanons i have about being Flaco's lady??? SO MANY. HERE U GO <3

Flaco gives me B I G Gomez Addams vibes; adores his wife, would do anything for her, dedicates his life to her, lusts after her every single day. Flaco fully devotes himself to you, because that's how women should be loved - that's how you should be loved.

Honestly, he started calling you his wife a few months after you two started dating, but not directly to your face.

He slipped up one day and said it by accident; Flaco made a passing comment to his men about you, "my wife should be coming up to see me this week!!!"

His men all looked at him with a grin, they know Flaco's just a big baby, but he'll never admit that to them. Needless to say, he brushed them off and went along with it, to the point that he now only ever refers to you as his wife.

Flaco really tried to hold back on proposing to you; he wanted to ensure you really want him, because we all know how that gunslinger doubts himself. He waited for just under two years until he finally burst and asked you, but he purchased your ring just after your one year anniversary, and has kept it safe in his inner coat pocket ever since.

He cried when you said yes, like full-on broke down and confessed that he's always been worried that he'd spend his final years alone, how he's so lucky to have you, all that good, mushy stuff.

And of course, Flaco cried so much at the wedding, so much at the honey moon. You had to pack extra handkerchiefs just so Flaco could use them.

He gawks over the ring on his finger all the time, and will sometimes take your hand in his just so he can look at your ring - it's as if he needs confirmation that yes, he has married you.

You once woke up in the middle of the night to find Flaco sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, hunched over slightly. You shuffled about, wondering what he was doing, only to find that he was just staring at his ring. He does this often, you're just not always awake to see it.

Flaco also loves using you as a threat. He knows you're a tough cookie, and you won't hesitate to knock a bitch out, and Flaco lives to see it.

If somebody upsets Flaco, he'll go "watch out, amigo. I'll set my wife on you."

They always laugh at him, to which Flaco will stand up to them (literally,) looking down and going "I might give you a chance to flee and sort yourself out, but my wife sure won't, and it'd be a real shame if you ever have to meet her."

Honestly, Flaco just jumps at any opportunity to say those words, and sometimes he makes his own opportunities. He'll go "my wife!!" whenever he sees you, or will turn to you and go "my wife?" just to confirm that yes, you're his wife.

"There she is!! there's my wife!!!!" :D

(NSFW)

When it comes to the bedroom, Flaco doesn't say it as often as you might expect him to. He loves saying it to show you off, which he does a lot, but he tends to pick other pet names when he's in bed with you.

Flaco has two horny moods: one where he just wants to raw you like crazy whilst calling you names like his whore, and another where he wants to be gentle and tender whilst he calls you his wife.

When he's in his tender mood, he'll shower you in affection and praise when he's in the middle of making love to you; he'll be rolling his hips, kissing along your neck, all whilst whispering about how much he adores you, how much he treasures you, how much light you've brought into his life.

Flaco can be quite the romantic, and sometimes you swear he's secretly a poet. Maybe he spent all his time in the mountains reading poetry books and fawning over you like a schoolgirl?

After sex, Flaco loves having you lying on his chest, spending some time pillow talking with you, as he fiddles with your hair between his fingertips. Sometimes you feel like a dog because he loves petting you so much.

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[the-historywhore]

Howdy Y’all! Here’s my very first request. This request is dedicated to my favourite Flaco slut @imarstoni ~ I hope you enjoy ☺️

WARNING: Contains Heavy smut.

“So, Chica, remember what you were saying about how you wondered what it would feel like to be pleased by two men?” Javier queried as he took two steps toward you, making the wooden boards of the hotel floor groan under the weight. You nodded, coyly to his question. “I thought I’d invite an old friend here, help me out” You avoided his gaze, a hand sliding slowly across his clothed chest - feeling for the tiny scars and nicks he’d collected over the years. You snatched his hat from on top of his head, his grin widening as you did so.

Creak~

You looked up to see a man slightly taller than Javier, entering the room and closing the door behind him, wearing a vibrant sombrero and a thick, furry coat that hung open to reveal his waistcoat underneath, he had a similar skin tone to Javier but he had a dark moustache adorning his face. “Cariña, I’d like you to Flaco, I met him up in the Grizzlies”.

You almost began to drool at the sight of the two Outlaws before you. A whimper escaped your lips as you tried to stop yourself from squealing in excitement.

“You were right Javier, she is quite a woman” Flaco Husked.

Javier approached you and began caressing your body, worshipping your very skin with kisses along your neck and jawline. You let out a sultry moan when Javier nipped at your earlobe.

“You know, Flaco, a gentleman should take his hat off in the presence of a lady~” you teased.

“I’m no gentleman, and I see no lady,” Your mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape as Flaco began to strip as Javier continued to ravage you. “I see a dirty little whore, who needs to be punished for that bratty remark.” You almost came on the spot, the thought of him punishing you.

“Strip for us, baby” Javier commanded as he took a step away. You did as you were told, like a good girl, unbuttoning the blouse you were wearing and throwing it to the behind you. Slowly sliding the skirt from around your hips and on to the floor, kicking it to the side. This was where you began to struggle, the adrenaline making your fingers fumble with the laces of your corset. Flaco huffed with impatience, stomping over to you and roughly pulling you towards him. He then unsheathed his knife, the blade glistening in the window light, before dragging it up the laces of your corset and cutting you free. As if that wasn’t enough, he yanked you free of the confines of your chemise before taking a step back. Your chest heaved with lust as the two men took in the view of your bare body.

Javier and Flaco walked towards you, Javier reaching a hand out to push you back and onto the bed. Their eyes were flaring with lust, their minds imagining what they could do to you to make you scream.

“Well, what to do with you now?” Javier asked, his hand hovering over his sheathed knife.

“Please! Just fuck me, one of you-!” You pleaded, before Flaco wrapped a hand around your throat, silencing you.

“Ay, ay, ay, Javier you got a bratty one here” Flaco crooned, slightly squeezing on your throat. “Javier, she’s your whore - how about you shut her up?” Javier chuckled at Flaco’s proposal, before pulling you up so you were bent over and your head was level with Javier’s bulge. You felt Flaco begin fondling and playing with your ass cheeks, god, you had to be dripping for him at this point.

“It’s all yours Chica,” Javier remarked. “I wanna fuck your face like the naughty girl you are”

Smack!

You felt a sharp pain on your behind, drawing a dirty moan from your lips.

“I wanna hear how much you want my cock, Princesa” Flaco grumbled.

“Oh, please! I want it, I know I don’t deserve it - but I need it so bad! “ your cried, making Flaco chuckled and begin to undo his pants. To occupy yourself, you focused on unbuckling Javier’s belt and unbuttoning his pants, you pulled them down along with his undergarments, letting his cock spring free. You whimpered at the sight of it. Girthy, and littered with veins that lead up to a blushing tip.

Suddenly, you felt the tip of Flaco’s dick press against your heat, making sigh drip out from your lips. You licked at Javier’s tip, holding the base with one hand and gripping his thigh to steady yourself with the other.

Your pussy stretched with Flaco’s size as he entered you.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried. You felt your walls pulsate around him. You continued lapping at Javier’s tip, drawing all manner of filthy moans from both of the men. Taking Javier into your mouth, you started sucking and licking along his shaft, alternating in order to give him the most enjoyable pleasure you could give him. Javier’s cock muffled your moans and Flaco ruthlessly slammed into your entrance from behind.

“Mierda, I love how your mouth feels around me” Javier moaned.

The air grew languid with the smell of sex and sweat droplets began to form on your body. A tight knot began to grow within your lower abdomen and you knew what was coming. As the man to your rear noticed your oncoming release, he grasped your hips and pulled them to meet your - slamming into you at an alarming rate.

“You’re a little slut, you know that? Cumming around the cock of another man?” Flaco condescended.

He then smacked your ass, which sent you over the edge - making your body seize up and your hips spasm with bliss.

“Oh, doll, we aren’t done with you yet” Javier chuckled. The two men switched places. Javier positioned at your rear entrance, and Flaco presenting his cock to you. You took it into your mouth and began suckling like your life depended on it. Javier pounded into you from behind, the pleasure building quickly as you were still tender from your last release. Your lovers hips slapped against yours, the wetness making a delightfully erotic sound as you tended to every vein on Flaco’s dick, feeling them pulsate in your mouth as you felt him reaching his end.

“I’m gonna fill your little whore mouth up with my cum, sí?” Flaco commanded, you groaned around his cock as he filled your mouth with hot spurts of cum. A mewl falls from your swollen lips as Javier grasps your hair in a tight fist and yanks it back so that your back is flush against his chest. Your mouth was now free to make all the filthy noises you wanted.

“Oh god! Oh fuck yes Oh!” You screamed as your lover pounded into you and began collecting that familiar ball of tension in the pit of your stomach. “Oh god! I’m close! I’m close!” You warned, but Javier’s thrusts didn’t falter, not until he approached his own release.

“Ay, mierda! Fuck!” He moaned just before his hips snapped against yours to bury his cock deep, filling you with warms strings of his release. Your hips spasmed once more, your eyes rolling back and your mouth hanging agape as you reached the end of your tether.

The room was now filled with heavy panting, before Flaco broke the silence, saying; “That the sort of thing you had in mind?”

You nodded, but you knew - it was way better than you had imagined.

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[camdentown-library]

𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

☕ = Fluff 🥯 = Smut 🥨 = Angst 🟠 = One-shot 🟣 = Headcanon ☀️ = Male x Female 🌙 = Female x Female

𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓'𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉

male!Eivor the Wolfkissed

Sober ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Eivor ☕🥯🟣☀️

Holding Hands ☕🟠☀️

You hurt me first ☕🥨🟠☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Ivarr Ragnarsson

Dancing with the beast  ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Ivarr ☕🥯🟣☀️

How Ivarr behaves when he falls in love with the reader ☕🥯🟣☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Sigurd Styrbjornson

Sleeping with Sigurd ☕🟣☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Basim Ibn Ishaq

Sharing clothes ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Basim ☕🟣☀️

Hytham

Sleeping with Hytham ☕🟣☀️

Yusuf Tazim

Are you cold? ☕🟠☀️

Ubba Ragnarsson

female!Eivor Varinsdottir

Tyr

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Federico Auditore da Firenze

Bartolomeo D’Alviano

Niccolò Machiavelli

Malik Al-sayf

𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Sean Macguire

🌺 + Sean ☕🟠☀️

Arthur Morgan

🥶 + Arthur ☕🟠☀️

Dutch Van der Linde

🤬 + Dutch 🥨🟠☀️

John Martson

Bill Williamson

Lenny Summers

Javier Escuella

Kieran Duffy

Flaco Hernandez

Josiah Trelawny

Eagle Flies

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Kung Lao

One, None and One Hundred Thousand ☕🥨🟠☀️

Liu Kang

Raiden

Fujin

Hanzo Hasashi

Kuai Liang

Kano

Erron Black

Kabal

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Thranduil

My guardian spirit ☕🟠☀️

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Lindir

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Helmut Zemo

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Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

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Sam Wilson

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Doctor Strange

Erik Killmonger

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Young Jun

Bolo

Wang Chao

Li Yong

Zing

Bill O’Hara

Richard Henry Lee

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[marybethsjournal]

Flaco’s Rules (Flaco x  virgin f! reader)

Summary: You come back from a long journey without telling Flaco beforehand and he teaches you a lesson.

Word Count: 2624

Warning: smut (also the first time I’ve written smut so lmk if I should write more or not lol

Here is the story link if you prefer ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29768013

It had been about a year since you and your brother had unofficially joined the Del Lobos. That was quite a long time to y’all, seeing as the two of you didn’t like to commit to other people, y’all had always rode alone. It wasn’t so hard to be an affiliate of the gang, however. You and Billy could go wherever you pleased and not communicate with the gang for weeks on end, as long as you brought money back to the gang and spoke to Flaco when you returned to the Grizzlies. The two of you weren’t exactly the typical Del Lobos affiliates, but you were quick and accurate with a gun and had never snitched before, so Flaco welcomed you and Billy into the gang rather kindly. 

This time, you and Billy had been gone for at least a month. You hadn’t intended on staying out that long, but a heist led you to France and it had taken forever to travel there. Upon your return, Flaco demanded to speak to you and Billy. Flaco always wanted to hear from you after your trips but when the Del Lobos told you that Flaco needed to speak to you, they passed along that he was much more tense, almost angry, than usual. Not much scared you in this cruel world, but an angry Flaco did.

You and Billy immediately set off to speak to Flaco in his cabin. It was a very short walk from the rest of the cabins, but the fear in the pit of your stomach made you walk much slower than normal. Billy seemed to have the same feeling.

“What do you think he’s going to say?” Billy asked you.

“He’s probably mad we stayed out this long? What else does he have to talk about? Surely he’s not calling us in to have tea, Billy.” you replied with a shakiness in your voice.

This apparently made your brother quite angry. His face went from fearful to enraged in half a second. 

“He doesn’t control us. He can’t tell us what to do. We will never be his workmen. We forge our own path.”

“I agree, but we accepted his offer of protection in the Grizzlies and he expects us to follow his rules, I suppose. Just try not to make a scene. I know how you are.”

“Fuck you, I’ll make a Hell of a scene. Just watch.”

“Billy, stop”

It was too late. The two of you had reached the door to Flaco’s cabin and instead of listening to you, your twin had bust through the door without warning. He always had been hellbent on destroying authority.

“Mr Hernandez, we do not have to answer to you! You think you are better than us but old man, you are far past your prime. In fact, my sister and I have racked up bigger bounties than you already. This superiority complex has to stop or else you will find a bullet between your eyes.” Billy word vomited at Flaco.

You had looked at Billy in confusion the moment he started talking. Superiority complex? Bullet between his eyes? What was this man talking about? Flaco eyes grew dark at the rude words and you cowered in fear, planning on what to do if Flaco tried to kill him.

To your surprise, Flaco began laughing. “Oh, the little boy think he can talk big to Flaco? He think he can scare me, huh? Puffing out your chest, thinking he is a man. You are pathetic. Leave before I shoot you, I will talk with the girl. She is more reasonable than you.”

Billy scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to, old man?” 

“Billy, go. You have disrespected him.” you said softly.

Billy huffed and puffed but he still ended up leaving.

“Now, what do you want, Flaco?” You asked. Your brother insisted on calling him Mr. Hernandez as a way of “keeping his distance”, whatever that meant, But you, well you had a sort of friendship with Flaco. You definitely had a soft spot for him. You didn’t feel anything but disdain for most men, but you liked Flaco. Maybe more than you would like to admit.

“You were gone for a long time.” he informed you, like you didn’t already know.

“I know, we didn’t mean to. We made our way to France for an art heist and we sure made you a lot of money. Would-”

“I was worried,” Flaco said softly, cutting you off. “I do not care about the money. Your cabron brother is right. You have big bounties on your head.”

You laughed lightly, not showing that you were taking his care for you to heart. 

“We can take care of ourselves. Been taking care of ourselves for well over a decade, since we were very little.” you told him, looking at your shoes. You didn’t like to open up to people

“You will have to tell me about that someday. When you are ready. Anyway, don’t care much for the jackass. But you, I care for you. How did your trip go?”

“Fine, made out with a lot of money. Billy’s cockiness got us a bounty over there. That’s a first for us, being wanted in multiple countries.” “Sounds like him.” Flaco chuckled warmly.

“It was good besides that. Ate a lot of the native foods and saw beautiful buildings. I liked it there.”

“Did you find a French lover? That is what they’re known for, eh? Love?”

You laughed at him. “I think that is just a stereotype. I was too busy anyhow.”

“Too busy for love? You have a lot to learn, but you are young and Flaco is old, so it makes sense you are not as wise. Surely you had boys following you around, though? You are very beautiful.”

“I guess so.” you responded awkwardly. Truthfully, several men had followed you around during your time there, yelling things at you that you were glad you couldn’t understand. You assumed they were lewd. It all made you so uncomfortable.

Flaco sensed something was wrong and, not knowing how to comfort you, changed the subject, although not one you particularly wanted to talk about either.

“You did disobey your part of the deal, though. You understand that, yes?”

“The deal?” You asked. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“The deal we made when you joined Del Lobos. When we gave you our protection.”

Oh, that. You didn’t remember there being any specified deal, much less that you couldn’t leave for an extended amount of time, but Flaco looked angry so you decided not to question him further.

“Oh yes, I do. I’m sorry we broke the rules, Flaco.”

“Do not call me that right now. We are not friends. I am your boss. You address me as such. This is a serious thing you have gone and done.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” the term felt foreign on your tongue. You didn’t answer to anybody like this.

“Yes yes. Good. You two need to learn. Your brother, I’m afraid, I can not reprimand because he will make me angry and I will kill him. Poof, no more Billy. But you, I think I can handle you.”

Handle you? What was that supposed to mean?

“I’m not sure I understand. I really am sorry.”

“Sorry is not good enough. I have leniency because you are young and stupid. Any of my men who would do what you did? I shoot them. But you are grown, yes? Old enough to know better?”

You and your brother didn’t explicitly tell people your age for security reasons, so it was a valid question on his part, although you felt you definitely looked old enough for that generally to not be a question. But you were pretty young and you looked it. 

“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t be so friendly with you if I was just a kid. That wouldn’t be exactly safe.” You tried to laugh but Flaco’s eyes were narrow and so unkind in that moment that you decided against it.

“Good, then you won’t have a problem taking your punishment.” He smiled wickedly.

“What punishment,?” you asked. Flaco furrowed his eyebrows. “sir?” you added.

He smiled once again, but didn’t let his stern exterior go. He sat down on his cot.

“Lay here.” he patted his lap.

“Oh I don’t think so” you backed yourself into his door. Flaco stayed where he was and looked at you patiently. He wasn’t stopping you from leaving. This was entirely up to you. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You could feel the immense tension between you and Flaco. Finally, you walked over and bent over his knee.

“Fine. I guess this makes sense. I did break the rules.” You were mostly reasoning with yourself, not Flaco.

“No, chica. Pull up your dress. You can leave your drawers on.” The request probably should have offended you, but you felt heat in your core at the thought. You tried not to show this on your face, however, and pulled your dress up before laying back down on Flaco’s lap.

“Such a good listener, you are. Wish you would have listened to my rules the first time.” his hand rubbed your ass through your bloomers before striking it abruptly. You yelped in surprise. What was more surprising was that it felt good. You’d never been spanked before, this was all new to you.

“Flaco-” you started.

“Shhh” he brought his hand down again, hard. If he kept spanking you this hard, your ass would be stinging for days.

Yet he didn’t relent. He spanked you seven or eight times, each one harder than the one before. Despite your best efforts, you involuntarily started to let out strangled moans. You cursed yourself after each one. You were in trouble with Flaco, not having sex with him. 

Flaco finally stopped and you assumed he was done. However, when you got up, Flaco pulled you back down by your hair. Ugh, why did that feel good too?

“You are not learning your lesson.” Flaco hissed, obviously frustrated, but at the same time it didn’t quite feel like he was frustrated with you.

“No I promise, Flaco.” he smacked your ass once more. “Sorry, sir.”

“I need you to pull your bloomers down.” he told you sternly.

“What? No.” You may be an outlaw, but you were still a lady.

He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna make you but-” you nodded at him, signifying that you were okay with it. You never thought you’d be doing this but for some reason, you trusted Flaco. Besides, you secretly wanted him to keep going.

Flaco was visibly confused as to why you had nodded but had made no move to pull down your bloomers. After a few moments, he took the hint and pulled them down himself. You immediately clenched your thighs together, praying that he couldn’t see how wet you were. That however, was a massive failure.

“I think you need to explain something, mi novia.” he said, in the meantime giving you two hard slaps on the ass.

“I don’t know what that means, sorry sir.”

“It means my girl.” he told you in a soft, husky voice.

You shivered at the words. You wanted to be his girl. You wanted it badly. And he seemed to be on the same page as you. He hadn’t done this because you did something wrong and he felt it strongly needed to be corrected. No, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

“I- well I liked it when you spanked me. I didn’t know I would, I’ve never been spanked before.”

“You’re inexperienced, huh?” Flaco asked, moving his hands from your ass to feel the wetness between your folds.

“Flaco!” you gasped.

“And expressive. I like that.”

“I’m just, oh! I haven’t done any of this before.”

Flaco pulled his hand back abruptly. He was silent and you, sure that you had done something wrong, sat up and looked up at him.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” he asked in disbelief.

“Ummm, yeah I am. I’m sorry, I suppose.” you got up from his lap and picked your bloomers off the floor, absolutely mortified.

“Wait, mi angel.” Flaco grabbed your arm. “It’s not a bad thing, not at all. I was surprised, is all. You’re a rough and tumble girl.” he laughed, but it was clear there was meaning behind his words. “Come back here, let ol’ Flaco make you feel good.”

You smiled and laid over him again, this time both of your intentions being clear. 

“How about you sit on my lap while I help you? So I can see your face? That should be sufficient payment for the pleasure I will give you, yes.”

You would have jumped over the moon if Flaco had asked you to at that moment, so of course you did what he said and sat in his lap with your legs spread.

You never thought you’d be here, Flaco fucking you with his fingers in his cold cabin (although you felt anything but cold at the moment). You had dreamed of it, sure, but this was real life. You had never considered that Flaco had been attracted to you, but now as you felt his dick strain against his pants, there was no denying it. 

Flaco fingered you at different paces depending on what he felt you needed based on your expressions. The higher and more frequent your moans came, the faster he went. When he felt it was becoming too much for you, he slowed down a bit, never losing his rhythm. He didn’t want to overstimulate you, at least this time. Flaco was good at this, surely very experienced, but you tried not to think about that. You focused on the feeling in the pit of your stomach and Flaco’s eyes, which were looking directly into yours. It was a bit intense, but it only added to the experience for you. He seemed to love it, biting down on his lip when you moaned particularly loud. At this point, his fingers were completely slick and you were fucking yourself back and forth on his fingers. The heat in your core was getting more intense and you were becoming desperate. You begged over and over for him to fuck you but he refused.

“No, angel, that is too fast. I have to come up with a way for it to be special.” More special than this? You wanted to protest but he kept fingering you the whole time, bringing you closer to your orgasm the whole time, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to argue back. Besides, a promise to get with Flaco again another time wasn’t so bad.

It didn’t take much longer for you to come undone. Between feeling Flaco’s dick strain against you through his pants and the swift rhythm of his fingers, it wasn’t longer before you threw your head back, moaning his name, and came onto his fingers. He smirked at the scene and kissed you quickly before removing his fingers. 

“You were so good mi novia,” Flaco praised you, before adding, “Now put your clothes back on before you catch a cold. You need to stay warm.”

“We can- we’re gonna do this, again, right?” you asked Flaco after you put your skirt and underwear back on and started to walk out the door into the cold.

“Like I could go through this life without having you again. Silly girl.” Flaco told you before picking up a piece of wood off his table and starting to whittle as if nothing had happened.

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[reddeadrevival]

Official “What I Write” Post

-Rules- (See a short FAQ here)

Please check if the ask box is open before sending anything in (It will be in the bio/description) and take a look at this post before too.

No Minors, this blog is 18+

If you are under 18 do not follow/interact with my blog at all or I will block you.

I don’t care if you’re a week away from 18, wait. If I see someone under 18 follows me I will block you. If I block you and you turn 18, message my main and I’ll unblock you.

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What I do:

Headcanons (See this post for the nsft-alphabet)

Match-Ups (See below)

Photo Match-Ups (See below)

Scenarios (Short Imagines/Oneshots)

When sending an ask:

I need more than just a pairing. I'm not a mind reader, I need to know what you want from me. Fluffy Headcanons? General Headcanons? Person A teaching person B "blank"? I don't need a whole plot but I do need something to work with. Don't just give me a pairing and tell me to do whatever cause I won't be able to.

If I don't get inspired by the ask, if nothing comes to me, I won't be able to do it. I don't want to force my brain because it won't be good content. That being said I will try my hardest before I give up.

If I can't do your request for whatever reason I will let you know either by message or by replying to the ask.

Do not send in your ask more than once or I will for sure not do it.

For Match-ups:

Physical description and some things you like to do/are interested in. Please also include sexual preference and gender so I know to match you with a cowboy or a cowgirl and what pronouns to use if needed.

For Photo Match-ups:

Send in a photo of yourself via submission (INCLUDE WHETHER OR NOT YOU WANT THE PHOTO SHARED IN THE POST. If you don't specify I will not include the photo in the post by default.) Obviously no need for description. See Above.

Please include who you would NOT like to be matched with (i.e. if you don’t want Micah as an option)

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Please note: I try to make my stuff gender neutral whenever possible (avoiding “she” and “he” and using “they” (or you) when I can unless a request asks for one or the other) Sometimes I write female only cause it’s easier for me, being a woman myself, especially with smut stuff.

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Who I write for:

🌟 means I think I'm better at writing these characters than the others

★ means I haven't written much for these characters (or at all) and don't know how well I can do them.

( ★ and 🌟 will change as I write more)

🌟 Arthur

★ John

★ Abigail

Karen

★ Tilly

Molly

Mary-Beth

🌟 Kieran

🌟 Micah

🌟 Bill

🌟 Javier

★ Dutch

★ Hosea

Sean

★ Josiah

Charles

★ Lenny

★ Sadie

★ Eagle Flies

Who I do not write for (could change):

Jack - any age (unless it's completely innocent I'm not writing Jack stuff)

Mr. Pearson

Miss Grimshaw

Uncle

Reverend Swanson

Leopold Strauss

Flaco Hernandez (nothing against him I just can’t write him)

I will write for pretty much everyone (if I can't do a certain character well I'll still attempt it still but I'll probably put a lil disclaimer about it).

I might do some of the above characters later on when I think I can write them better.

If anyone asks for an "everyone" post, the above will be included if I can think of anything.

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What I write:

Fluff

Smut

LGBTQ+ (♥️)

Poly relationships (more than 2 people)

Angst (this has moved up from the below list because apparently I’m good at being depressing, who knew XD)

Headcanons for AUs just specify the AU and what about it.

What I DO NOT write:

Non-con

Underage (Under 18)

Daddy kink (that just makes me super uncomfortable)

Watersports

Abuse

Incest (This includes Arthur/John or Dutch/Arthur)

(I may or may not add to the lists above as I learn of things I do and don't write about)

If there’s something or someone you want that’s not listed above send me an ask anyways and I'll let you know if I'll write it or not.

I don’t normally write for Character x Character, I mostly do Character x reader but that doesn’t mean I never do it.

I will do my best to write well enough and hope people enjoy ♥️

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Please note: There’s no guarantee that I’ll do all of the requests I get.

I am just one woman so it will take time for me to write when I have a lot in my inbox. I’m also human, sometimes I have no motivation or writer’s block.

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[yeetmetotahiti]

Masterlist

Fandom List:

The fandoms I will write for(this is going to be constantly being changed and updated)

Requests:

Caring for Arthur while injured

Sleeping(cuddling) with Arthur

Teen reader in the gang

Fishing and hunting with Javier

Robbing with Charles, Javier, and John

Mtl give a knife to a crab

Which gang members are ticklish

Javier pining for a new gang member

Sean, Kieran, Dutch, and Javier’s s/o being Australian

Which gang members radiate big or small dick energy

How each gang member plays with Jack

Javier and John with a southern s/o

Sean pining over a new gang member

New gang member snorting when laughing

Arthur helping reader date Sean

Javier with a half Mexican s/o

Javier and Charles with a Scottish s/o

Kieran and Javier fighting over reader

Arthur, Dutch, Hosea, Javier, and Charles seeing new gang member all dressed up

Gang members receiving a lap dance

Sean smut

Javier with an emotionally distressed s/o

Cooking with Javier

Javier and reader cuddling for warmth

Javier and Charles dating someone outside the gang

Medic who speaks Spanish when Javier first joins the gang

Arthur, Dutch, Javier, and Charles with a taller s/o

Arthur taking s/o’s virginity

Hosea and s/o with big age gap

Sean, Javier, and Arthur comfort an s/o with depression

The gang reuiniting after death

Some Javier headcanons

What the gang thinks of modern music

Romantic Eagle Flies headcanons

Reader with depression

Javier with his baby

Reader getting called short by Micah and not having it

A 15 year old joins the gang

Arthur, Charles, and Sean with a very insecure s/o

Dutch, Arthur, and Javier react to reader getting dying in bank heist

15 y/o member of the gang getting a score on their own

Javier and virgin reader

Arthur visiting Sean’s grave

Arthur taking care of injured female reader

Javier and reader share a bath in town

Headcanons for a girl dating Karen

Arthur and Abigail comfort reader with anxiety

Arthur and Dutch’s s/o has a voice kink

Javier’s s/o has low self-esteem 

Charles bringing reader out of their shell

Dutch fingering s/o under the table

Dutch with a virgin s/o

What type of s/o the entire van der linde gang would want

Low honor Arthur and male s/o having a baby

Arthur getting a new dog

Javier and Sadie meet again in Mexico

Charles falling for a female like Sean

Javier, Arthur, and Charles are dared to tell you about their feelings for you

Arthur with a hot tempered male s/o

John asking male s/o out

Josiah takes you out on a date

Arthur and male s/o with dog

Arthur and male s/o adopting a baby

Charles, Dutch, and Kieran with an s/o who draws them

Charles’ s/o cuddling Taima

Female in a poly relationship with Arthur and John

Arthur, Charles, and Javier’s s/o gets their horse stolen 

Arthur falls in love with a woman he went to collect debt from

Dutch falling for the gender neutral reader but their kid hates him

Cuddling with Charles headcanons

Being best friends with Kieran, Molly, and Swanson headcanons

Dutch with a short s/o headcanons

Javier and Dutch calming down a stressed out s/o headcanons

Charles patching up a young female gang member

Flaco Hernandez sfw and nsfw headcanons

Some more Flaco headcanons

Arthur being self conscious about his weight

Arthur, John, and Lenny catch their friend cheating at poker

Cuddling with Flaco headcanons

John’s s/o having a big dog

Some soft Flaco headcanons

Flaco’s s/o getting hit on

Flaco telling stories to a young outlaw

Arthur finding a lost foal

Bill smut hc’s

Flaco’s s/o hates his spitting

Nsfw and Sfw Flaco with a small s/o headcanons

Arthur and Charles with an s/o who has a condition that can be passed onto their child

Arthur and Copper headcanons

Top huggers

Stargazing with Arthur, Javier, and Charles

Romantic Lenny headcanons

Random headcanons

Random headcanons vol. 2

The gang at Disney World

If the gang made it to Tahiti

Dutch and Hosea’s voices switched

Dutch with an s/o with a big age gap

The gang as gifs part 1

The gang as gifs part 2

The gang as gifs part 3

The gang as gifs part 4

The gang as gifs part 5

If the gang had show horses

Dutch with a 19-20yr old s/o

Charles and Javier with an s/o who hates their face being touched

Dutch and Charles with an s/o who squeaks when they laugh

Eagle Flies with a shy s/o

Lenny having a huge crush on reader

Eagle Flies, Charles, and Lenny first kiss with a shy s/o

Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, and John before the gang expanded

Domestic life with Hosea hcs

Charles and Eagle Flies impressing a crush

Arthur with an s/o who found a foal

Arthur, Charles, and Javier with an s/o who sneezes cute

Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea find an abandoned child

Cooking Mexican food for the gang

Good Omens:

Their s/o driving just like Crowley

Finding out their s/o is another magical being

How Zira and Crowley spend a nice day with their s/o

What they do when their s/o is having a bad day

Aziraphale with an s/o who hates their face being touched

Sweet Aziraphale hcs

Aziraphale and Crowley playing Animal Crossing

Game of Thrones:

How they react to their s/o being just as skilled in battle as they are

Sandor being touch starved and letting you touch his face

Convincing Daenarys not to burn King’s Landing

Jon Snow s/o headcanons

Sandor reacting to seeing bruises on your hips after you’ve had sex

Sandor killing his brother then proposing to the reader

Sandor and reader go for a ride where reader gets hurt

Sandor accidentally hurting the reader

Podrick cuddling with s/o headcanons

Petyr in a relationship headcanons

Having sex with Sandor Clegane but he’s afraid to hurt you 

Lupin the Third:

Lupin, Jegin, and Goemon protecting their s/o

Jigen and Goemon with a hacker s/o

Slashers:

Nubbins Sawyer getting pegged

The Sawyers with a vegetarian 

Sawyer family wedding traditions

Kissing Chop Top headcanons

Chop Top with a goth s/o

Chop Top’s morning routine

Chop Top with a chubby s/o

The Sawyers at the lake with their s/o

The Sawyers with an s/o who has ADHD

The Sawyers as dogs

Jason and Chop Top out on a night drive with their s/o

The Sawyers with an s/o who can sing

The Sawyers with a hotheaded s/o

The Sawyers with an s/o who has a stuffed animal collection

The Sawyers with an s/o who doesn’t think she’s attractive

The Sawyers with an s/o who pole dances

The Sawyers as dads

The Sawyers with an s/o with a bad sunburn

The Sawyers with an s/o with depression

The Sawyer brothers proposing 

The Sawyers getting a lap dance from their s/o

Bubba, Chop Top, and Nubbins with a black s/o

The Sawyers with an s/o who defends them from a victim but takes it badly

Chop Top writing letters to his s/o while in Vietnam

The Sawyer twins in a shady motel room with their female s/o

The Sawyers with an s/o who twerks

The Sawyers with a housewife s/o

How the Sawyers celebrate their s/o’s birthday

The Sawyers going on a first date

The Sawyers reaction to their s/o saying “I love you”

The Sawyers with a jealous s/o

What pet names the Sawyers would give their s/o’s

The Sawyers scared after watching a scary movie

The Sawyers with an s/o with bad period cramps

The Sawyer brothers with an s/o who dies in front of them

Jason with a like-minded s/o

How the Sawyers relax with their s/o

My OCs:

Thomas Reed

Thomas’ face claim

Mood board made for my oc!

Thomas’ backstory

Info on Thomas

He gots a fish

New horse who dis?

Moar

Gang preferences

More pictures

Just some landscape pictures

Thomas the train

Rio Bravo

Ikaros

How he joined the gang

Just some more pics

ALL 50 questions about my oc because I’m stubborn and very tired now

Me and vannderlinde’s adventures

On who can call Thomas “Tom”

I got him a new Ardennes horse!

He got new clothes! Pt. 1 Pt. 2

My Yakuza oc

My Texas Chainsaw Massacre oc, Olivia

#masterlist #i know i got all the request on here im still looking for all the other non requested writing though

[neon-junkie]

Could we please have some more Flaco? Maybe Y/N gets snowed in the cabin with him and they spend a romantic night together (idk do whatever you think would go best, you don’t even have to take this request) I just really love the Mexican bby 🥺👉👈

hnnggggg i can’t resist Flaco requests, obviously. Here’s some gender-neutral reader smut for you <3

Yes, maybe you should have left when your gut was telling you to, but Flaco's still rambling on about his younger days, and he always puts on a show whenever he talks. He's theatrical without realizing it, with large hand movements, and a deep voice that can easily reach the back of any theatre. How can you not be captivated when Flaco is talking? It's impossible! The sound of the heavy snow outside soon disappears from your mind, and you're sat on Flaco's bed, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, watching as he strides around his cabin, telling you exactly why he doesn't get along with Jim boy Calloway. But Flaco's story is soon interrupted when both of you hear a thud in the distance, and Flaco is quick to wander over to the cabin door and peer outside.

  "Oh, it's only a tree," Flaco comments as he quickly shut the door again, his hat almost blowing off from the heavy draft. How he is so unfazed by this harsh weather is beyond you, but you begin to panic, knowing there's no way you can ride through that white hell, especially considering the snow is so thick that you can't even see the stairs.

  "My horse," you whimper, concerned for your mounts safety, but Flaco calms you as he assures that your horse is fine, that they've gone to find their own shelter.

  "My horse does it all the time, there's a cave not too far from here, an empty one... well, it's not now there are two horses in it," he explains with a laugh. Flaco has a horse? That's new.

  You allow him to brush your concern off your shoulders, but a shiver quickly replaces it. You realize how the temperature has dropped even more now there's a fresh, thick coat of snow surrounding the cabin, and blowing in through a few gaps in the wood.

"Come, sit," Flaco beckons you as he sits on the floor in front of the cooking fire after placing another log on.

  You sit beside him, watching as the flames begin to pick up, consuming the log Flaco has generously fed, and warming up the cabin within no time. Flaco begins to talk again, and as always, you sit and listen, unaware on how much your minor gesture means to Flaco.

  It's lonely up here, his men are usually out doing their own thing, and Flaco can't risk leaving the cabin for long, not with the price on his head and the Pinkertons on his tail. So, the sight of you tilting your head slightly and batting your lashes innocently, as Flaco continues to talk warms his heart. He knows your full focus is on him, and usually it feeds his ego, but tonight he blushes for once and quickly looks away, his words trailing off for a brief moment before he picks them up again.

  "Are you warmer?" Flaco questions, his eyes on the flames.

"Getting there," you reply.

  Flaco looks at you briefly, opening his mouth to say something, but turns away again. He keeps his eyes forward, watching the fire consume each log, before finally speaking.

  "This... this is nice, you know? I haven't had anybody to talk to in so long. I don't get many visitors, apart from the odd bear or a Pinkerton scout. But to have somebody... to have you sit and listen as I talk away... I really appreciate it," Flaco confesses, his voice soft and warm, but there's an obvious heartbreak in his words.

  You can't help but reach out and rest your hand on his arm, the thick but worn fur of his coat pressing against your palm, entwining between your fingertips. Flaco gazes down at your hand on his arm, and the rosiness returns to his cheeks again, only this time he doesn't hide it as he looks at you.

"I'll keep you warm, if you want," Flaco offers, and you nod in agreement as you shuffle close to him. He's a little hesitant at first, not wanting to cross any boundaries, but soon scoops you up and settles you in his lap. You curl up against him, your side pressed to his chest, your head in the curve of his neck, your legs tangled up with his. Flaco's hands wrap around your waist, cosily meeting in the middle. A gentle kiss is placed to the top of your head before Flaco rests his cheek there, his eyes falling shut, enjoying the feeling of finally having someone to hold, someone who cares, someone who will sit and listen, even if there wasn't a snow storm outside.

  There's silence for a while, yet it's peaceful. Sure, you can still hear the sounds of thudding snow around you, but it soon fades from your consciousness. All you're focused on is Flaco's deep breaths hitting the top of your head, his chest rising and falling against your body, and his heartbeat echoing in the distance.

You could have fallen asleep, if it wasn't for Flaco speaking up again.

  "I... I appreciate you coming to see me so often," Flaco confesses.

  "It's alright, you ain't gotta thank me. I like visiting you," you tell him, your eyes still shut.

  "No," Flaco sighs, and gently moves his hand from your waist so he can cup your chin. He tilts your head up, your eyes opening as they make contact with his. "I, uh, I really appreciate it..."

  Something in your gut tells you that he's trying to confess something important to you, something that needs to be said, but words are failing him. Can you be surprised? Spending all this time by yourself must really start to take a toll on your wellbeing.

  Flaco looks away again, but follows his gaze back to you as you gently cup his jawline and lead his head. He looks down at you, his brows not furrowed for once; this is easily the most relaxed you've ever seen him, and you know you're the cause behind his calmness.

He's mesmerized, softly smiling at you. You both know what's coming next, and you're happy on the unspoken agreement to meet in the middle.

  You've always hoped you'd end up like this, or at least end up curled on his lap one day. The kiss is a bonus, a bonus that makes you shudder as he moves his hands to hold you tenderly, his hat brushing against the top of your head as he moves, and his facial hair is a lot softer than it looks, you barely feel it brush over the sensitive skin above your upper lip.

  Flaco breaks the kiss so he can remove his hat, placing it on the floor beside him, and meets your lips again, only this time, he's hungry. His hands are trailing over you, soon settling on your thighs and tugging at them. You know what he wants, and you move your body to straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls your chest against his.

  His kisses are both tender and lustful at the same time, knowing exactly when to sigh against your lips, and exactly when to deepen the kiss. Flaco's large hands are trailing over you once more, only this time he's picking at all the fastenings on your clothes, picking at buttons, pulling at laces, guiding the fabric from your body.

You've only managed to unhook his bandoliers and gun belt by the time you're nude, and you seem to have forgotten about the chill outside; if anything, the cabin suddenly feels boiling.

  Flaco breaks the kiss as you finish fiddling with the fastenings on his coat, shrugging it off and taking a hold of you again. "Hey," Flaco softly calls out, "are you sure about this? I uh, I'm not quite the man I used to be..."

"Quit doubting yourself," you tell him, cupping his jawline and placing a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sure."

Flaco softly laughs, "alright," he confirms, and continues to massage and knead at every part of you. Flaco's admiring you, gazing and gawking over your body, then dips his head to kiss your neck as he keeps one hand firmly on your hip, the other moving down to your crotch.

His hand is roaming over you, getting a feel, exploring your body; he's attentive, noticing what touches make your knees go weak, and which ones you shy away from. Flaco moves his hand away so he can dampen his fingers, and then presses them against your entrance, slicking you up before slowly inserting a finger.

"Good, good," Flaco coos as he works his way in, slowly pumping his finger in and out, picking up a little more speed with every thrust.

Once you're ready, and Flaco knows you're ready since you're now a babbling, whimpering mess, struggling to stay upright over his lap, he slips another finger in. He's praising you once more, kissing along your collarbone and moving up your neck, his other hand gripping you firmly in an attempt to keep you upright. "Just a little more," Flaco mutters as he continues working you open, scissoring his fingers, stretching you to the best of his ability, ensuring you won't be in pain when he finally slides in.

You only have to say his name once and Flaco knows you're ready. He's grinning as he slips out of you, moving to his pants and unfastening them. You almost pounce onto him once he pulls out his cock, thick and flushed, pre-cum dribbling from the tip; he chuckles when you move his hands away to replace them with your own, pumping his shaft, getting him ready and earning beautiful moans.

"Come on," Flaco says as he rushes to unbutton his white shirt, tossing it onto his bed, and laying back on the floor. His coat is spread out perfectly, acting as a padded layer from the wooden floor.

You shuffle up his hips and find the right position, holding Flaco's cock steady and at your own pace, you slide down onto him. Flaco's grunting and groaning as you sink down, letting his hands rest on your hips. He swears once you're seated, and rolls his head back against his coat, shutting his eyes and sighing deeply. "It's been so long," Flaco comments, and you allow the larger man to have a breather.

Flaco's eyes are on yours again, and he's waiting patiently for you to take the lead, letting you ride him when you're ready. Once again, Flaco's moaning, watching in admiration as you ride him, your hands resting on his thick, broad chest, fingers entwined with his layer of chest hair.

You're slow at first, focused on how Flaco's length feels inside you; finally, you're making love to the man you've had your eyes on for so long, the man you trail up the snowy mountain for just to see under the excuse of work, the man who's been soft on you the second you stumbled into his cabin. Flaco has stars and hearts in his eyes, watching you explore him, and encouraging you to go at your own pace.

Once you're ready, you speed up, and Flaco's a moaning mess beneath you. It's not hard to miss the way his hips and thighs keep twitching, eager to press you against his chest and buck up into you, but he's a respectful man, one that has a big soft spot for seeing his soon-to-be-sweetheart on top of him.

Flaco eventually lets out a soft "come here," and beckons you to move your body forward, his arms wrapping around your waist. You can feel his legs move beneath you, propping his body into the right position, and he begins to buck up into you.  

The air is pushed from your lungs, Flaco's hard slam taking you by surprise, and he hums pleasantly at your reaction. He goes a little softer, rolling his hips up into you, holding your waist firmly, occasionally moving down to knead your ass. Flaco's now grunting and groaning, sending a flow of praise your way; when his eyes aren't scrunched shut, he's looking up at you, taking in your debauched reaction.

Eventually, you find it hard to stay propped up, and fall limp against Flaco's chest, your head snuggling into the curve of his chest. "Too good, huh?" Flaco asks in a cocky manner, laughing at the end of his words, and keeps his grin on his face when you nod in agreement.

Flaco speeds up his pace, bucking up into you, loving the way you've turned into a whimpering mess on him. You soon manage to peel yourself off Flaco's chest, propping yourself back up, only because your orgasm is on edge and you need to touch yourself. Flaco sighs when you reach down to play with yourself, sending words of encouragement your way, "close already? good, so am I."

You almost forget how to breathe when your orgasm hits, letting out a choked moan and clenching around Flaco's length. He's grunting and moaning, panting heavily as he slams up into you once more and holds himself there, spilling his load inside you. The cabin is almost silent for a while, just the both of you catching your breath and coming to terms with what's finally happened.

Flaco is the first to speak, patting your thighs and going "let's get cleaned up." Before you can slide off him, he sits upright, stealing a tender kiss from you; it's obvious that Flaco adores you, just from the softness yet eagerness of his kisses, and the way he gazes into your eyes before kissing your forehead sweetly.

Flaco helps clean you up, both of you pulling on some light clothing to sleep in, and Flaco is in bed before you, getting it warm with his coat spread over him, acting as an extra layer of warmth. You're pulled against his chest as you join him, snuggling up to the larger man, his body providing more than enough warmth to keep you toasty throughout the night.

"It's a good thing I ramble some times, huh?" Flaco softly comments.

"Yeah, and it's a good thing there's a snow storm outside."

"Mhmm," Flaco nods in agreement, his eyes falling shut. "We're snowed in, you might need to spend some time here."

"Oh, what a shame," you sarcastically reply, making Flaco chuckle.

Flaco places a kiss on your forehead, and you curl up to him a little tighter, falling asleep in his arms.

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[neon-junkie]

I would like to request a Flaco face fucking fic/headcannons with a male reader from the high and mighty MALLR4TS >w> Maybe m!reader surprises his big bf with a morning bj or smth 👀👀 wuv u <3

ahhhh I always get carried away whenever people request my faves xD here’s those headcanons for you, they actually came out gender neutral (didn’t feel the need to mention gender!) :0

Flaco isn't usually one to ask for anything in return; he's a giver, and he takes pleasure in seeing you fall apart from his touches.

It's a bit of a game for him, figuring out the right buttons to press, along with the right sequence of when to press them.

He gets off on knowing that he's the one making you feel like that, nobody else, just him.

So, for Flaco to ask for anything in return would be odd, really out of the blue, super duper rare, especially because you always satisfy him in multiple ways.

But he'll never turn you down. He's not stupid, why would he say no to a blowjob???

Flaco's a solid sleeper, as in he doesn't toss and turn often, but he's a light sleeper who wakes up at the slightest noise. He can't help it, but from the lifestyle he's lived, he's always on edge.

Flaco knows you though, even in his sleep, and he knows when you're getting up to use the outhouse, or just getting comfortable. His body doesn't bother waking himself up when you're on the move, but he obviously does become aware when you're getting close to him.

He's still sound asleep as you shuffle down the bed and begin palming at his length, massaging his semi-hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He's a natural radiator, and you provide him enough warmth that he'll tend to sleep only in boxers.

Flaco stirs a little as you free his length from the fabric, and sighs in his sleep as you lick up the base of his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and popping him into your mouth.

He's awake within seconds, rubbing at his eyes and blinking heavily as he lets out a groan, before finally looking down at you.

"Good morning," he says with a light laugh. "What have I done to deserve this, huh?"

His large palm rests on the back of your head, not pushing at you, but relaxing there as he enjoys the new addition to his morning routine.

If you really want to see Flaco fall apart, give him a blowjob. He sometimes starves himself from them, so when he does finally get one, the pleasure is tenfold and he turns into putty in your hands.

Flaco's not a morning person at all, he'll grumble and groan as he gets up, with awful bed-hair and heavy bags under his eyes. But waking up like this? Oh, this he could get used to.

He won't tell you, but this is such a large sign of affection to him. He loves you sucking his cock, but helping him wake up in the morning with this gesture? Flaco's all for it.

Like I said, he's polite, and you'll have to encourage him if you want him to fuck your face. If you directly ask him to do it, he'll sigh deeply before muttering "of course," and gets right to work.

He loves a sloppy blowjob, and he loves face-fucking, and if you combine the two for him then he'll forever be in your debt. Play with his balls whilst all this is going on, and he might actually start crying, it's just too much for him!

His thrusts vary, but they’re usually deep and somewhat slow. He likes to enjoy every second, every inch, and it’s going to rush his meal.

Flaco may have his head rolled back against the pillow with his eyes shut, breathing and groaning heavily, but he knows your stop signal and always instantly stops whenever you give it.

As always, Flaco asks where he can cum, and whimpers if you allow him to cum in your mouth. He's not going to last long, at least, not for the first round...

"Now it's my turn to return the favour..."

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[neon-junkie]

Can't remember if I sent this or not, so if this is a duplicate just ignore it, but how do you think Flaco would react to a fem S/O who is too small for his cock and they have to spend some sessions working her up to be able to take him? How would he react when she's finally able to take him?

The puny pussy committee is curious.

Thank you.

I never had this appear before so deffo not a repeat, but here you go ^_^

Flaco's an angel, as we all know. He's a very laid back guy, very understanding, will listen and follow your lead.

After all, he does want you to be comfortable.

His fingers are perfect for the job.

Some sessions he spoons you whilst slowly fingering you, kissing along your neck and whispering the sweetest praise in your ear.

Other sessions he'll go down on you, using his tongue to help lube you up and work you open, all still whilst attempting to praise you, even though his mouth is occupied.

"Just a little more for me, you think you can handle that?"

He waits for you to tell him when you're ready, and if he still doesn't fit, then it's back to smothering you in kisses and telling you "it's okay, we'll get there, don't you worry."

Flaco is a big boy after all...

But when you do finally fit, he's probably more excited than you. I can't explain it, but his facial expression is !!!!!!

"I told you we'd get there eventually! Now I'm going to show you how proud I am of you..."

He still follows your lead, fucking you however you want, constantly looking out for signs of discomfort.

He'll ask if you're okay every five minutes; he's really worried, he doesn't want to hurt you!

And once the deed is done, it's time for cuddles and a well-needed nap, where he'll continue to praise you and still check on you, worried you may have some after-pain.

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[neon-junkie]

The Wolf

Summary: You can't help that you're unaware of the thick scent you're letting off. But Flaco is aware. Flaco is well aware and he's going to do something about it.

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 3817

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Slight A/B/O/ dynamics, Marking, Manhandling, Creampies, Scenting, Pred/Prey, Height differences, Size kink, Multiple orgasms, Knotting, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Mating.

Notes: Ugh, another Flaco fic?? YES.  I've always had a pred/prey vibe from big Flaco, but that vibe went off the rails during that cutscene where Flaco calls himself 'the wolf,' so I just HAD to write this ;:)

It came to you as a surprise when Flaco told you that he'd be joining you for today's mission. "I'm bored and staying in this cabin is driving me crazy," he explained whilst shoving his knife into its holster and shooing you out the cabin, following closely behind. You had no idea that he even owned a horse, who happened to be hitched in the forest behind his cabin this whole time; he's just as stocky as Flaco with thick fur keeping his hooves warm. Flaco seemed to be in a rush today, despite knowing that the mountain men you were going after wouldn't be leaving any time soon. "Have you found those tracks? Come on, let's go. I've found some here but we can't split up. C'mon, hurry up," he'd barked over and over, making your brows furrow. For once, Flaco was being annoying, he seemed on edge, like something was getting under his skin and he just couldn't shake it off.   The first victims had been found and you and Flaco took cover behind a boulder on the other side of the river. Of course, you were intrigued to see how legendary his skills were. He assumed that you'd be taking the first shot, but once he saw the way you were crouched patiently beside him, looking up at him with excitement in your eyes, he felt his ego filling up and just had to impress you.

"Oh, you want to see what old Flaco can do with this thing, huh?" Flaco said as he lined up his rifle. "Watch and learn, chiquita." He took his time to shoot, clearly irritated at something; his finger continued to brush over the trigger but struggled to pull it, his eyes often locking on to yours as embarrassment began to cross his face. He missed. And he continued to miss almost all of his shots, growing more irritated by the second. By the time you found the last victims, Flaco had stormed ahead up the mountain with his sawn-off shotgun, blowing open the chests of those men. That's what they deserve for stealing off him. The ride back was almost silent. You had opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, only managing to say "are" when Flaco had cut you off and quietly mumbled "I'm fine," dipping his head down so the brim of his sombrero covered most of his face. "I wasn't expecting you to be the one to save my ass," Flaco told you as you both entered his cabin, stomping off the snow on your boots then stretching your hands out over the fire. You noticed that Flaco didn't go over to his usual place, instead, he leaned back against the pole in the middle of the room. His arms were crossed, eyes darting around the room before flicking them over to meet yours. "What's wrong?" you asked him. You thought he'd go on a tangent about whatever was winding him up, he's just an old man who loves to moan about everything and you enjoy it, though you have to hold back your laughter as he gets upset over the littlest things. "You," Flaco had replied, making your eyes go wide as you straightened up your back. You opened your mouth to begin apologizing for whatever you must have done wrong, but Flaco waved his hand before returning it to his crossed arms. "It's not your fault, you can't help it. Hell, you're probably not even aware of it," Flaco grumbled. Flaco stood up from his leaning position, taking a step over to you as he relaxed his hands by his sides. You turned slightly, moving a step away from the fire, your toes almost stepping on Flacos as you stand in front of him. That's where you are now, awkwardly standing there, looking up at a man twice the size of you. He's not exactly scowling, his brows are always slightly furrowed and he always has that pissed off expression, but you notice that there's definitely concentration in his face as he studies you. "You don't know what's wrong, do you?" Flaco questions. You shake your head innocently, worried that this is it; Flaco's finally fed up with you and is planning how to finish you off. "Hmm. As I said, you're probably not even aware," Flaco grumbles, walking past you and over to the door. He pushes his foot against it, jamming it fully shut and locking it. Has there always been a lock? You've never noticed that before? Your stomach begins to turn as Flaco turns back to you. Why did he lock the door? And why are you taking a few small steps back the more he comes towards you? He looks menacing, this giant of a man who's taking his time to pace over to you. Your ass bumps against something and you turn to see that you're now leaning back against his table with nowhere else to go. As you turn back, your gaze meets Flaco's who's almost got his chest pressed against yours. "I'm not going to hurt you," he tells you in a surprisingly soft voice, well aware of your panicked expression. "Chiquita, calm down. Flaco just wants to help," he tells you, calming your nerves. "What is it?" you ask him, still running through every recent interaction to pick out anything that might have upset him, but you find nothing. Flaco goes to dip his head down to speak more directly to you but he quickly straightens his back up, nostrils flaring as he looks around the room. He's got that irritated expression again, something's clearly still crawling under his skin. Flaco turns back to you and grumbles "you stink." Was that it? Did you smell? Was he so worked up because you hadn't had a bath today? You were a clean person, bathing regularly for somebody who's almost always on the road, but it clearly wasn't good enough for Flaco. He notices the way your head is tilting to the side and corrects himself. "I mean, you don't stink... you're clean, but..." Flaco attempts to explain, his hands moving as he talks. "That smell you're letting off, it's... distracting. I haven't smelt anything like that in such a long time, mostly because I never get any visitors up here, especially not ones who are clearly in heat," Flaco tells you, resting one hand gently on your hip as he speaks down to you. In heat? Oh shit. Your supplements had worn off without you somehow noticing, but Flaco had noticed. Flaco had definitely noticed. And it had been distracting him this whole time. That explains why he seemed so eager to get out of this little cabin with you, you were probably stinking up the room when you innocently came asking for more work. And he couldn't focus on any of his shots as you were stood beside him the whole time, batting your lashes at him as if nothing was wrong. Flaco notices how you're piecing everything together, finally understanding that your smell has been the thing under his skin this whole time. "As I said, you were probably not aware. Those supplements can really mess up your own sense of smell, huh?" Flaco says with a gentle laugh. You have no idea how he's aware that you were taking supplements, but it's not hard to work out if you're so unaware of your own scent. "Yeah, I didn't know. Sorry," you tell him. You were well aware of his hand on your hip, but you'd only just realized how big it felt on you, almost as if he could wrap both of his hands around you. It's probably your heat warping your sense of reality, but you can't admit that it's not a nice feeling. A very nice feeling, that feeling growing even more as you look back up at Flaco and meet his warm amber eyes.   "You're not going to calm down, are you?" Flaco asks as he twitches his nose. He's clearly trying to hold himself together, suppressing the urge to scoop you up and fix that problem between your legs himself. You're surprised he has so much self-control as other men that you've met in the past would have pounced on you the second you walked in all those hours ago. "I-" you go to speak, but a feeling between your legs cuts you off. Flaco's pushed his thigh between your legs, settling it gently against your crotch, and you find your hips slowly rutting against it. Your arousal is refusing to go down, your scent stinking up the room and you're finally aware of how badly you smell. Flaco's at his limit, tightening his grip on your hip as his other hand comes up to remove his hat, chucking it over to the chair he always sits on. Surprisingly warm lips are pressed against your neck, his moustache brushing against your skin in such a way that your senses begin to heighten. Your body feels so sensitive, picking up on every little thing Flaco does as you continue to rut against his thigh. Flaco bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and the whimper you let out makes his head spin and his cock throb in his pants. "I'm going to take you," Flaco grumbles against you as he continues to kiss along your neck. "I haven't felt like this in so long. You think you can just waltz in here, stinking up the place, and expect old Flaco not to fill you up, eh?"   Another hand on your hip cuts off whatever you were about to reply, and Flaco begins rolling your hips for you, grinding your crotch down hard on his thigh. The seam of your pants is rutting against your clit aggressively, building your orgasm the more he ruts you. Another mark is left on your neck, followed by a trail more; he's marking you, letting everybody know that you're his, that you belong to the Terror of the Grizzlies. And there isn't a single soul out there who would risk trying to snatch you away from such a man. Flacos head lifts up so he can finally kiss you, hungrily licking and nipping at your lips, turning them redder the more he kisses you. You break the kiss with a whimper, your head leaning forward to mewl in the curve of his neck as you grip onto his thick fur coat. "Good girl," Flaco praises you in such a perfectly husk voice that it pushes you over the edge, soaking your pants and dripping onto Flacos as you cum on his thigh. Flaco moves one of his hands off your hip so he can begin to palm at his own erection, and you catch the sight in the corner of your eye. He's just as thick as you thought, his cock pressed deliciously against the tight fabric of his pants. "You like what you see?" Flaco asks with a chuckle, noticing the way you're hungrily staring. at him. "Come on," Flaco says as he moves his thigh from you, pulling you over to the bed. "Get undressed," Flaco orders you, turning his attention to the fire. He chucks another log on it, trying to keep his cabin warm, despite it already being toasty in here. Flaco turns to see you pulling your undergarments off, letting them slip down your legs and fall to the floor. He licks his lips at the sight, yourself in the nude waiting patiently for his next command. Flaco kisses you again as he lays you down, your head settling on the pillow. His hands trail gently over your body, admiring every bump and curve, brushing over your nipples, and kneading at your thighs. He pulls off his gloves, chucking them to the floor, then runs his middle and trigger finger over your folds, chuckling as he admires how soaked you are. The sensation of your heat becomes painfully obvious the second Flaco touches you down there, your thighs instantly twitching as he continues to run his fingertips across your folds. You only have to sigh his name once for him to realize how desperate you are, sinking his fingers into you, two of them at the same time as he knows you can take it. They curl deliciously, almost instantly finding your g-spot. He massages the pads of his fingers over that spot, enjoying the way you squirm underneath him, your scent almost clouding his vision as his own cock throbs in his pants. "Mierda," Flaco sighs as you let out a whimper that makes his head spin. "I need to be inside of you," he announces as he slips his fingers from you, leaving you empty for a few short moments. You shuffle up onto your elbows, watching Flaco unbutton his pants and pull his throbbing length out. He's just as gorgeous as you imagined, his length agonizingly thick with a soft red tip, precum already trailing down your shaft. He's in too much of a rush to remove any more of his clothes, but the image of him fully clothed whilst you're in the nude is playing on that prey instinct inside of you. Flaco places one of his large paws on your hips, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to push his thick member into you. He's almost painful, making you gasp and moan as he slowly slides in, his eyes fixated on watching his length disappear inside of you. Once he's fully sheathed inside of you, he holds himself there for a few moments, letting out heavy pants as praise begins to flow from his lips. "Good girl. Taking me all the way in on your first go. That's my girl, isn't it?" Flaco mutters, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tries to hold back from thrusting into you, knowing that you need a few seconds to get used to his size. Flaco knows you're ready when you begin to whimper beneath him. He pulls his cock almost all the way out and slams down into you, pushing the air from your lungs, making your eyes scrunch shut as you let out a sound that makes Flacos instincts spin. He doesn't bother with slow and tender thrusts; he needs you, and he needs you now. His length begins to pump into you, continuing to push those sounds from you. Flaco has needed you the second you stumbled into his cabin, only he's been able to suppress those feelings, up until your scent accidentally flared up earlier. Your hands trail over his body, gripping onto his biceps, clinging onto his bandoliers, settling around his neck. You're a whimpering mess beneath him and Flaco both loves and hates the sight. "Stop squirming," he mutters as he continues thrusting into you. "Be good for me and take it, alright?" he orders. Flaco lets out a chuckle as he feels your walls clench around him from the way he's speaking to you. The room is already too hot for you even though you're in the nude, but you've noticed the way Flaco's beginning to sweat. He doesn't stop his thrusting as he straightens up his back and begins to swing his bandoliers over his shoulders, chucking them to the floor, eventually followed by his coat. He almost ripped his coat off, quickly becoming frustrated by all the fastenings, but he managed to eventually undo it. Flaco is left in his white undershirt and green bandana, his body radiating more heat than you've ever felt. He dips back down, towering his body over you, his head leaning down to continue leaving marks along your neck. Flaco had always told himself that he'd never mark anybody again, especially not in his 'old' age, but it's hard not to make you his own when you're mewling underneath him. "Mierda," Flaco grumbles again, leaving his head in the curve of your neck. His cock feels heavy, his balls slapping against you with every thrust; you know he's close. "I need to cum inside of you, alright? But I won't be giving you any little ones, I'll make sure of it," Flaco tells you as he dips his head up to meet yours, planting a quick kiss to your lips as he speaks. You've heard that some men are able to do this though you always doubted it, but you trust Flaco with your life, so you trust his word. Once you've managed to nod in agreement, Flaco grins and picks up the pace, making you whimper again as you had no idea he could go that fast. He's complained about his age before, saying his bones ache and his joints feel creeky, but you had no idea that when fueled by lust, Flaco could ignore his age and fuck like this. It boosts your ego, knowing you're the one who's turned him into this beast of a man. Flaco lets out a choked moan as he cums, filling you to the brim, making your walls tighten around him just from the sensation. He rests his head on your chest, panting and moaning, letting out a string of phrases in his mother tongue, though you're unsure of what he's saying. He whimpers against you for a good few moments, collecting himself and eventually lifting his head off your chest so his eyes can meet yours. Flaco dips his head down to kiss you, his breaths are still heavy but not enough to distract the kiss. As he breaks away, he sits upright and peels his shirt off after unfastening his bandana, throwing them to the floor. He finally reveals his stocky build to you, well-toned muscles with a thick coat of chest hair that trails down to his stomach and settles around the base of his cock. He leans down to kiss you again, moving his hands from your hips to wrap your legs around your waist. You know this isn't over. "I'm not done with you yet," Flaco confirms, large paws wrapping around your waist as Flaco pulls you up with him, carrying you over to the cabin wall. You can feel his load dripping from you as his cock slams into you again, making you let out a whimper. "Don't worry, chiquita. There's plenty more where that came from," Flaco says with a laugh, moving his mouth down to leave another mark on your neck. As Flaco pulls off your neck he gazes at the sight, enjoying the thick spread of purple marks across both sides of your neck. Anybody who goes near you will know damn well who you belong to; the other strangers you work for, the general store clerks, the stableboys, even the strangers on the streets. And that's exactly how Flaco likes it. You're his and his only. Flaco begins to thrust into you again, working your sensitive pussy so he can begin building another climax. His thrusts are a little slower this time, more focused on admiring you as his eyes meet yours. "You're my chiquita buena, aren't you?" Flaco asks, his grip tight on your ass as he holds you firmly against the wooden walls. "I am," you nod in agreement, enjoying the way Flacos expression turns into a cocky smile. "Go on, tell me," Flaco orders you. "I'm yours. I'm Flaco's girl," you repeat, making Flaco grin even more. "If you're my girl then who does this pussy belong to, eh?" Flaco questions. "You," you tell him. "But who am I chiquita?" Flaco asks. You remember a term that Flaco's called himself before, something that you thought was a joke, but it seems he meant it. "You're the wolf," you reply. "Very good, I'm the wolf," Flaco repeats with a chuckle. "And what do all those marks on your neck mean?" "That I'm yours, that I belong to the wolf," you confirm. "So good. So good for Flaco, aren't you? So good for the wolf," Flaco hums as he begins picking up the pace, pushing the air from your lungs as he begins pounding you again. The noises that both of you are letting out are loud enough to scare away any nearby bears; hopefully, Flaco won't have to deal with them for a while. You're a sticky mess between your legs, Flaco's fucking his former load from you, oozing from your pussy and dripping down onto his balls. Neither of you seems to mind, especially since Flaco had promised that he'd replace that load with a fresh one. For a man that always seems so grumpy, he's pulling some gorgeous faces; cheeks a vibrant red, mouth constantly parted, hair trailing over his eyes and slowly falling forward from his slicked-back style. It feeds your ego knowing that you have the pleasure of seeing him like this - you and only you. Flaco dips his head down to give you another kiss, his moustache prickling your lip in a way that feels oh-so-sensitive. "Flaco," you sigh as you break the kiss, his eyes meeting yours. "I know, I know. My chiquita is close, isn't she?" Flaco asks. All you can do is nod in agreement as you dip your hand between your legs to begin rubbing your clit, making your thigh muscles twitch, wrapped around Flacos stocky waist. Flaco hums at the sight, praising you, encouraging you. "You'll cum for Flaco, won't you?" he asks, and pleasantly hums again when you confirm that you will. "Ladies first," Flaco tells you, placing a kiss underneath your jawline, right on that sensitive spot that makes your head spin. Within a few more thrusts you're clenching around Flacos length, exhaling heavily as you enjoy another orgasm, your walls tightening almost painfully around Flacos thick length. Flaco lets out a grunt as he pushes his length all the way in and fills you up again, scrunching his eyes shut and burying his head in the curve of your neck, his dark hair flopping over his eyes. You feel the way Flacos cock swells up, your walls tightening a little too tightly, and the both of you know you're going to be stuck like this for a while. Neither of you mind and Flaco lifts his head up to brush his hair from his eyes and give you a tender kiss. He carries you back over to the bed, laying you down and managing to kick off his pants and boots. Thick furs are wrapped around you as you're pulled onto Flacos chest, your cheek resting against his pecs as his arms cradle you tenderly. Not many words are exchanged apart from the occasional "are you comfortable?" from Flaco, and you quickly find yourself lulling off to sleep, Flaco following shortly after as his body heat and the roaring fire keeps you warm throughout the cold night.

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[neon-junkie]

You posted recently about what it's like to smoke with some of the gang, could you do the same request but for Flaco?

ugh I’d do anything to share a joint with that man. Here’s some headcanons for you, gender-neutral reader, mostly sfw but a lil sprinkle of nsfw at the very end. Everything’s under the cut because of the obvious drug use lol

I’ve said it before, but Flaco is a big cuddler, and an even bigger one when he’s high.

He’s not a man who has much self-confidence any more, but he still has a lot of general confidence. And he’ll catch himself outrightly asking you “Hey, you wanna cuddle?” then instantly regret it, because ‘why would you want to cuddle with an old man like me?’

Speaking of his age, he’s definitely going to turn to you out of the blue and ask “Am... am I old?”

Cue speech where Flaco opens up to you about how he considers himself to be a lot older than he actually is, and how everybody forgetting about him has affected his confidence more than he’s willing to admit.

But once you’ve got past his sudden outburst where he fully opens up to you, he’s back to his normal, funny self.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that! I don’t know what came over me... It’s wrong of me to drop all that on you, amigo. I didn’t mean to bore you with my nonsense, now you can bore me with yours instead!!”

Time for cosy cuddles, and if you’re already dating, he can’t help but cover you in lots of little kisses.

His favourite places to kiss are your cheeks and temples, he’ll just roam around that area, covering you in little kisses until you start to laugh.

“What’s so funny?? Are you laughing at my affection??”

Don’t worry, he’s only joking, and continues to do it.

He doesn’t get the munchies too bad, but he somehow has the motivation whenever he’s high to cook a perfect meal.

Like, one that he’s usually too lazy to cook but really enjoys it. He just gets that sudden burst, and before you know it, he’s serving you his favourite food.

Modern Flaco will get the urge to show you his favourite movie, and you only know it’s his favourite because he mumbles all the lines under his breath. He thinks he’s being quiet, but he’s clearly not.

(NSFW) Flaco does get horny when he’s high, but he’s not one to push it. He’ll relax with you: talk, eat, sleep, whatever. But the second you come onto him, or when his patience finally runs out, he’s all over you.

He’s happy to admit that he’s been hard almost the whole time, he just wanted to enjoy some other things with you before doing this.

1% of the time he wants to just raw the hell out of you, and the other 99% he wants to have passionate sex.

He loves to tease, he’ll go as slow as he allows himself to, and the sound of you protesting and whining is music to his ears.

“Keep complaining, and I’ll go even slower!”

He’s covering you in kisses whilst this is happening. It’s his mission to kiss every inch of you, and he’s not gonna speed up his thrusts until he’s completed it.

Flaco’s always a sucker for a dimly lit, romantic setting, and he goes out of his way to set that mood when he’s high. Like I said earlier, he gets sudden bursts of motivation.

And once the deed is done, it’s back to snug cuddles until you both fall asleep together :)

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[neon-junkie]

Your recent post made me think of a bath fic👀you persuade Flaco to come take a bath with you but you actually make sure he gets a proper scrub down followed by spicy times 👀👀

finally, the bath fic!! i’ve not written any tender/loving stuff before, all my work is so dirty and sinful, so this was a nice and interesting change :0  

Female reader :) 

Trying to sneak Flaco into Strawberry was... hard. More than hard. He's a big guy and a heavily wanted man, but you both waited till the dead of night and had him sneak in and head straight upstairs whilst you distracted the receptionist with some silly nonsense, though he was definitely suspicious. How he got past the Sheriff's office was unbelievable, but the law in this town seems to constantly be asleep, so you're not really surprised. Either way, he's here now, settling into the tub whilst you finish stripping off your clothes, leaving them on a chair in the corner of the room. You turn to face the bath and Flaco's already staring at you, his arms resting on the brim of the tub with that mischievous look on his face.

"What?" you ask as you approach him. "Nothing, nothing," Flaco shakes his head, shuffling back in the tub so you have room to climb in. "You have that look on your face, Flaco," you tell him as you step in, trying to not tread on Flacos legs, even though he takes up far too much room. "I was just admiring you," Flaco shrugs. "Admiring, sure. I know what you're thinking," you say as you settle down, lying back against Flacos' broad, hairy chest, one of his arms coming to rest around your waist. "And what would I be thinking? hm?" Flaco asks you, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you lie your head back on his shoulder, enjoying the bubbles resting along your chest. "I'll have to find out, wont I?" "You will, if you're patient," Flaco teases, kissing your temple again. "I'm always patient. You on the other hand, hm, not so much," you tell him as your eyes fall shut. "Hey, I am patient... when I need to be," Flaco replies, his thumb rubbing gently against your waist. "Sure, sure," you shake your head. Flaco lets out a chuckle as he leans his head back against the brim of the bath, closing his eyes and enjoying your company. The fire is lit, the room glowing a dim orange shade as it's the only source of light. It's begun to rain outside, and you can hear the faint pitter-patter sound tapping on the window. There's a glass of champagne each on the bath rack, and you peek an eye open so you can lean forward and take a glass, resting back against your lover as you take a sip. You keep one hand on your drink, the other resting on Flacos thigh as you gently move your hand up and down him, enjoying the sturdiness of his structure. The two of you spend some time just relaxing, enjoying not being shivering up in the mountains despite having a hundred layers on. Maybe the two of you should do this more often, or move down to Thieves Landing where Flaco can move about so freely. The law dare not go there, though the Pinkertons might, but that's a discussion you'll have with him another day. You finish off your glass, leaning forward to place it back on the rack. As you lean back, Flaco puts his hand back around your waist, but he quickly trails down south. Your legs are already slightly parted, so Flaco's fingers easily slide onto your clit and begin to rub firmly. The plan was to bring him down here so he could enjoy a hot bath, but of course, the two of you knew exactly what else was going to happen. A sigh escapes your lips as Flaco continues to tease you, taking his time to slowly insert his trigger finger into you, the tip of it rough from all those years of gunslinging, which only seems to satisfy you even more. He gently hums as you moan, dipping his head down to kiss along your neck, his other hand softly holding your jaw as he tilts your head to the side. "Amor?" Flaco gently sighs. "Mhmm?" you ask. "You're far too good for an old man like me. Dragging me down that mountain just so you can give me a bath. And to think, when I first met you I called you a cabrona. Looks like I'm the cabrón for not letting you drag me here sooner, hm?" Flaco tells you between kisses. "You're not a cabrón, Flaco. A grumpy old man, yes, but not a cabrón," you softly reply, your eyes falling shut as you enjoy the way Flacos moustache brushes against your neck, his finger still curling inside of you. "What's the difference?" Flaco asks with a soft chuckle, sliding another finger into you, pushing a louder moan from your lips. "One of them is you, and the other is me," you laugh. "You're a grumpy old man?" Flaco laughs back, placing a kiss upon your temple. "I will be if you don't stop teasing me." "One of me is already enough. Come on, get out of the bath," Flaco orders you as he slips his fingers out, smiling at the way you whimper. "Why?" "I've been eyeing up that rug in front of the fireplace as soon as we walked in here. A more romantic setting than that derelict cabin in the snow, don't you think?" "Oh?" you smile as you look over your shoulder at him. "You're in a romantic mood?" you tease. "I am," Flaco tells you as he leans forward and steals a kiss. "Now get out of the bath so I can make love to you!" How could you deny such a request? You climb out of the bath, thankful that you hadn't got your hair wet yet as that was always a pain to deal with. Flaco joins you by the fire, sitting beside you, propping himself up with one hand, the other resting on your thigh. He quick to steal more kisses from you, the kisses quickly turning into a make-out session. Your lips are still occupied as Flaco lays you down, pinning himself over you. His hand slowly slides down your body, admiring every part of you, taking his time to reach your thigh that he wraps around his waist. The kiss breaks with a pair of moans as he slides into you, his hand trailing up and down your thigh as the other one keeps himself pinned up. "Always so tight," Flaco sighs as he kisses along your collarbone, slowly rolling his hips against yours, giving you time to relax as his length stretches you out. Once you're ready, you softly ask Flaco to start moving. He's usually so rough and feral, pounding you with all of his might, but tonight was different. Flaco continues to kiss all over your body, his moustache softly brushing against your damp skin as he slowly fuck you. Flaco feels romantic, sensual, as he makes love to you against an open fire, the heat of the flames and Flaco's large body keeping you warm. Within time, Flaco picks up the pace, though there's still a perfect roll to his hips, hitting your core with every thrust. Chills continue to trail down your spine, your orgasm building up slowly. Your eyes fall shut as you roll your head back against the rug, moaning loudly and squirming underneath him. Flaco moans at the sight of you enjoying his company; the sight of you alone is always more than enough to get Flaco off, but to see you like this, and to know that Flaco's the cause behind it makes his heart ache for you more than it already does. "Flaco," you moan, catching his attention as he lifts his head to look at you. "Hermosa," he sighs. "So beautiful."   Your eyes open as Flaco speaks. His usually swept-back hair is falling forward against his eyes, so you move your hand from around his neck to brush your fingers along his hair, holding it off his face. He gives you a warm smile. You can tell how much he adores you just from his eyes, always dark and full of lust. Your other hand comes up to cup his jaw, pulling him down against your lips once more. He slows his thrusts so he can kiss you, enjoying the taste of cheap champagne on your lips as it mixes with his tobacco flavoured ones. His hips pick up their pace again, and Flaco has to break the kiss to let out a moan, dipping his head down to rest in the curve of your neck. "You seem different tonight, my love. Are you alright?" you ask your sweetheart. Flaco moves his head back up to look down at you, propping himself up on one elbow as his other hand continues to trail along your thigh, often finding its way to your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm perfecto. I just..." Flaco trails off, his thrusts coming to a halt as his eyes wandering off to gaze at the fire. You cup his cheek and Flaco moves his head against your hand, his eyes coming back to meet yours. "Do you realize how much you mean to me?" Flaco asks. "What's brought this out?" you giggle, moving your hand off his cheek to brush his hair off his face again. "Ah, I don't know! Maybe it's the setting, enjoying a bath with you then making love to you by the fire," Flaco shrugs. "Maybe it's the fact that you look so good tonight. You always look good and you know it, but... I don't know," Flaco shakes his head. "I know what you're trying to say," you inform him. "Good, good. Maybe it's because it's our anniversary, and I just... I dread to think where I'd be without you, amor," Flaco tells you as he takes your hand from his hair, kissing along your knuckles. "Don't think about it then. I'm right here," you smile at him. Flaco places your hand back on his cheek, his hair now falling to the side, mostly out of his face. Your thumb rubs against his thick skin, over his wrinkles and the little scars he's gained from over the years. "Te amo tanto," Flaco warmly tells you, his words coming straight from his heart. "Yo también te amo," you reply. Flaco always grins whenever he hears you speak his native tongue. You picked up a few phrases here and there, and the first time Flaco heard you speak Spanish was when you called a stranger a 'hijo de perra' after they shot a hole in your hat. Flaco let out a heavy laugh, grinning from ear to ear as he told you over and over how good it was to hear you speaking his language. After that, Flaco would teach you phrases here and there, his phrases becoming more intimate when the two of you finally got together. Flaco leans down to give you another kiss as he picks up his thrusts again. He moves his head to rest in the curve of your neck, enjoying the way your hands roam his broad shoulders. You move one hand from him to rub at your clit, softly moaning. "Flaco, cum inside me, please," you beg. "Are you sure?" Flaco asks, his lips against your neck. "Yes," you reply with a small nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him into you more. "You're spoiling me here, chica," Flaco chuckles. Within a few more thrusts your walls tighten around Flacos length, moaning and shaking as your orgasm hits you. Flaco does the same, thrusting his cock deep inside of you as he spills his load. Flaco moves his head up to kiss you, both of you moaning between kisses as you ride your highs. Your ankles cross, keeping him deep inside of you as Flaco moves his hand off your thigh to cup the back of your head. Once the two of you have calmed down, Flaco rolls off you, slipping out as he lays on his back beside you. Both of you spend some time just lying there, catching your breaths, and enjoying each other's company. "I still need to wash you," you tell Flaco as you tilt your head to kiss his shoulder. "Aye, I really am a dirty boy now, aren't I?" Flaco asks with a chuckle. "You're always a dirty boy," you joke. You're the first to get up, picking yourself up from the floor. You check the bathwater and surprisingly, it's still warm, so you climb in, urging Flaco to do the same. He groans but gets up, shuffling in behind you. Both of you take your time washing each other, often getting distracted by kisses but eventually, you're both finally clean. Once you're dry and ready for bed, you head to your hotel room, enjoying the space the double bed provides. Although you enjoyed being snuggled up to Flaco in his single bed every night, it was always nice to have some extra room, along with a nice mattress and warm covers. Flaco snuggles up to you for a change, resting his head against your chest as you attempt to wrap your arms around him, though he's a little too big as your fingertips barely meet. Both of you fall asleep within minutes, more than satisfied with your anniversary treat, and looking forward to another round when morning comes.

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[neon-junkie]

Summary: Your men are dead but so are Flaco's, and it seems you have the upper hand as you're pushing him into the back of your bounty wagon, ready to transport him down to Strawberry's Jail. But after a bear attack in the night, your horses bolt and you're left to transport Flaco on foot. Will you manage to turn him in? Or is his constant flirting going to finally break you?

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 16,814

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Enemies to lovers, Bounty hunting, Slow burn, Trust issues, Smut, Grizzlies East, Bear attacks, Del Lobos, Camping, Snow, Huddling for warmth.

Notes: I maayyyy have gone and re-vamped my big Flaco fic so here’s a repost mwhahahaah

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