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characters I write for:
most (if not all) Oscar Isaac characters
ex. Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina), Llewyn Davis (Inside Llewyn Davis), Leto Atreides (Dune), Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage), Marc Spector & Steven Grant (Moon Knight), Blue Jones (Sucker Punch), Poe Dameron (Star Wars), etc.
Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass)
Owen Sharma (The Haunting of Bly Manor)
most (if not all) Pedro Pascal Characters
ex. Agent Whiskey (Kingsman: The Golden Circle), Din Djarin (The Mandalorian), Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
Sonny Carisi (Law & Order: SVU)
Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
The Corinthian (The Sandman)
if you have a question about whether I’ll write for a character, shoot me an ask :)
Hi, I'm French and I just wanted to let you know a "biquette" is actually a baby goat, not a lamb. The way you used it in your Armand fic works though, it's just not the right translation in the notes. Hope that helps!
thank you!! i took it from a random website 😭 what would be the actual translation for "my lamb"?
a/n: ......don't even ask; this might be lowkey ooc sorry
"pleeeeaase."
armand tutted in response, darting out his tongue to wet his thumb and pointer finger. he ignored your eyes boring into his cheek and turned the page on the script he was reviewing. and had been reviewing since he summoned you from rehearsal a half hour ago. "whining will get you nowhere, ma biquette."
"maître...." you tried.
"won't work, pet." he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him, long nails digging into your cheeks. "I told you. I must finish my edits on the new piece. you're here to keep me company." his tone conveyed disappointment, but the glint in his amber eyes implied otherwise.
he had called you up here a half hour before, bid you to strip your skirt and underwear off, and sit on his cock while he worked. and of course, you obeyed. you had done this before, but usually he gave in quickly and had you laid back on the desk within minutes.
you let out something like a disappointed whine and held eye contact with him. he stared back for a few seconds before returning to the script. sighing, you rested your cheek back on his shoulder, wrapping your arms tighter around his torso. "but rehearsal is almost over," you protested.
"and?" he asked, striking out a line and making a note in the margin.
"so everyone will be walking around the theater again..." you sat up again and faced him. "then we won't have the place to ourselves..." you wiggled your hips slightly.
"so?" a smile played at the corner of his mouth, but he continued to make edits.
you bit your lip, experimentally wiggling your hips around a little more, bracing yourself on his shoulders for support.
he raised an eyebrow, but made no move to stop you.
"wouldn't it feel so good?" you prompted, beginning to press kisses on available skin. "to lay me down and make love to me?" you darted your tongue out, intending to lick up and down his neck, when he grabbed you by your waist and had you pinned on your back on his desk, books and pens poking you.
"fine," he said, maintaining his disappointed tone despite the smile on his lips, as he unbuttoned his shirt. "you win."
warnings: public sex, NSFW UNDER THE CUT, poe may be slightly ooc but oh well
a/n: tbh the force awakens was on tv and i caught like 20 min of it and then decided to write this so happy kinktober
you really hadn't meant to be in this position. you had finished your mission on this planet, and were in the cantina, sharing drinks with some friends from the resistance. slowly, people excused themselves to head back to whatever lodgings they had found on the planet before everyone returned to base the next morning.
it wasn't even that you didn't have anywhere to go—poe had secured a room for you two in the inn down the street from the cantina. really, all that was to blame was the planet itself. you couldn't help it that this mission was on a desert planet, which was notoriously hot. it wasn't your fault that the heat meant poe had his shirt almost halfway undone, giving you a perfect, unadulterated view of the glistening beads of sweat dripping down the exposed skin. it also wasn't your fault that this mission had been so high-stakes that you hadn't had sex in a week.
so could you really be blamed when you let your hand rest on his inner thigh the whole time you were talking to your friends? or that you ignored his warning glance when you inched your palm higher? no. you couldn't.
now, here you were, pressed against the wall of the tiny cantina bathroom, poe balls deep inside of you, fucking you so good that the only thing keeping you upright was your cheek against the stone and poe's hands gripping your hips.
the bare skin you had been salivating over earlier was pressed against your back, and it was so hot you could feel the sweat sticking to you. but you didn't care. all you cared about was your boyfriend's thick cock slamming into you, a feeling you hadn't felt in a week.
poe kissed your neck, biting your ear lightly and making you squeal. you felt him smirk against your skin, and you reached out behind you to tangle a hand in his hair. you don't know where it came from, but while caught up in the pleasure of it all, you started rambling: "what time are we supposed to be back at base tomorrow? i think i promised rey i'd–"
"honey?" poe spoke up for the first time since you'd dragged him in the bathroom.
"hmm?"
"less talking. more fucking."
you smiled to yourself and nodded, having the wind knocked out of you when poe hit that spot inside of you that turned you into jelly. you focused on the wall again, trying to stifle your moans so the other patrons weren't privy to what was going on. or worse, if a member of the squadron had come back for some reason.
"gonna cum," poe said, shifting your weight to one arm while his other hand snaked around your front to play with your clit. "you first."
you whimpered, and poe caught you in a kiss, both to muffle your moans and to taste you. he felt you clench around him and he finished seconds later, kissing you through your aftershocks.
he rested his forehead against yours, kissing you softer and gentler now. "that's my good girl." he slowly pulled out of you, finding something in the bathroom to clean you both up with. "let's get you back to our room."
you still felt like jelly, which poe was used to. he smiled at you as you readjusted your clothes and held out his hand for you to take, which you did, obediently.
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once you were settled at the inn, snuggled in bed, poe answered your question. "we're expected back at base late afternoon tomorrow, and you promised rey you would–"
"poe?" you interrupted, rolling over to face him.
"yes, baby?"
"less talking." you shrugged off your side of the covers and straddled him. "more fucking."
warnings: spanking, oral (f!receiving), NSFW UNDER THE CUT
A/N: this just sorta came to me and i had to get it out
he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, not quite sure he's heard you right. "you want me to what?"
he knows you'll drop it if he says he's not interested, but he loves you and you make him feel young again, so for you, he'll try anything once.
you blush under his gaze. "joel. i know you heard me."
"i'm makin' sure i heard you right," he responds.
sighing, you bury your face into his chest, blush now spreading across your entire face.
"hey, hey, c'mon now." joel lifts your chin so you're looking at him, and you become less embarrassed when you see the love in his eyes. "i just ain't ever heard of it before. but we can try." he presses a kiss to your forehead. "anything for you, darlin'."
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minutes later, when joel has you over his knee, he thinks he gets it. he was still skeptical when his hand first came down on your ass cheek, but once he saw how the slick began to build between your folds almost immediately when his hand touched your skin, he was sold.
he spanks you until your ass is bright red, and then he lays you face down on the bed and kisses it better. and if his lips happen to trail over to your pussy, licking and sucking at your clit until you cum, gripping the bedsheets and screaming his name so loud you're scared all of jackson will hear it, then so be it. and if he cums in his pants at the sound of his name falling from your lips, then oh well.
so, yeah, he needs a little bit of convincing, but joel can see the benefits of spanking.
nsfw headcanons (miguel o'hara x f!reader x peter b parker)
warnings: threesome, piv sex, oral sex, praise, NSFW UNDER THE CUT
word count: 422
A/N: there's no gifs of peter & miguel together that don't have mayday in them and it feels unethical to have mayday anywhere near this filth
•of course, miguel sets a whole bunch of ground rules before anything happens
• partially because he's a little possessive over you, but mostly because it’s his way of ensuring peter is going to take as good care of you as he does
• it's a little awkward at first, peter cracking jokes and miguel totally stoic
•they have their differences, but once they're focused on your pleasure, they work together like a well-oiled machine
• miguel pressed against your back, fangs dancing across your neck as his hands hold your hips in place
• peter kissing you, your face cradled in his hands as he thrusts into you gently
• both of them praising you in their own ways
• “that’s it. that's my good girl. you’re taking us so well, baby” from miguel
• “you feel so good. feels so good” from peter, whispered into the crook of your neck
• spidersuits have been discarded haphazardly across the room to be dealt with later
• miguel’s stripped your clothes off with practiced expertise and glares at peter when he takes too long getting undressed
• miguel’s gotten much better at sharing, but sometimes he lets his jealousy get the better of him if he thinks peter has had too long inside of you (mouth or pussy)
• “enough, peter,” he growls, staring down the other man until peter relents with a “fine, fine, whatever you say, miggy,” grinning when miguel narrows his eyes at the nickname
• miguel knows it's not a competition, but he can't help but get a little cocky when you whine out his name instead of peter’s
• don't take peter for granted, though. he knows what he’s doing with his mouth, making you come undone multiple times on his tongue
• they like having you on all fours, miguel slamming into you from behind while you take peter in your mouth
• they end up working so well together that sometimes it gets to be too much and you need a break
• they immediately let up and give you room to calm down
• when you're finished, they are the KINGS of aftercare
• one of them will go to get you water or a snack while the other will rub your wrists and hips to soothe the marks they've left there
• then, if you’re in someone’s bedroom, both climb into bed around you, one pressed to your front and one to your back like earlier, and cuddle you until you fall asleep
tagging people who liked/commented on my post about this pairing that tumblr will let me tag: @marvellover98 @mothmorales @go-whovian-universe @gigachadcowboy @hearts4peterb @qxuevoral
❛ that's it. that's my good girl / boy. ❜
❛ what a perfect pout you have. ❜
❛ you have the perfect lips for kissing. ❜
❛ i can't stop thinking about your ass. ❜
❛ i love the way you moan for me. ❜
❛ you always know just what i need. ❜
❛ i'm going to show you off to everyone. ❜
❛ take it for me, i know you can. ❜
❛ you really know how to use your fingers to get me off. ❜
❛ you have no idea what you're doing to me. ❜
❛ who's my beautiful girl / boy? ❜
❛ i'm so proud of you for taking me so well. ❜
❛ i love the way you look when you're on your knees. ❜
❛ you're such a pleasure to use. ❜
❛ you're so beautiful when you struggle for me. ❜
❛ look how hard / wet / aroused you get for me, perfect. ❜
❛ you take my cock so well. ❜
❛ one more for me, you're doing such a good job. ❜
❛ your body was made for me. ❜
❛ you want to be a good girl / boy for me, don't you? ❜
❛ what a sweet little treat you are. ❜
❛ you're doing so good. keep taking it ... just like that. ❜
❛ look how beautiful you look all spread out and ready for me. ❜
❛ you're such a good girl getting all wet for me. you're all mine, aren't you? ❜
❛ you look so precious when you're needy. ❜
❛ that's it, just let go. let yourself feel good. ❜
❛ i can't get enough of you and how you make me feel. ❜
❛ the sounds you make when i fuck you are so hot. ❜
❛ you give the best head i've ever had. ❜
❛ i can't believe how good you are at that. ❜
❛ there you go, just like that. ❜
❛ that feels good, doesn't it? ❜
❛ you're doing such a good job. i can't wait to fuck you. ❜
❛ don't hold back. let me hear how much you love it. ❜
❛ i'm going to come if you keep doing that. ❜
❛ say my name, i love the way you say it. ❜
❛ you're all mine to use, aren't you? ❜
❛ you can do it, just a little more. ❜
❛ now be a good girl / boy and come for me. ❜
❛ damn, you look so amazing right now. ❜
A/N: just a little blurb inspired by steven's glasses bc they make me feral
word count: 844
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
also posted to ao3
Whatever volume of his Steven was poring over was probably very important, something for work or his personal interest. What was very important to you at the moment was the way his glasses fell on the bridge of his nose, the way he would every so often bite his lip, getting lost in his thoughts, or the way his tongue danced over his lips to wet them. If it were Marc or Jake, they'd know exactly what their actions were doing to you. But this was Steven. Your sweet, sweet Steven who had no concept of just how sexy every single thing he did was. He could roll up his sleeves a certain way and you'd be crawling out of your skin ready to jump him and be totally unaware. You loved that about him, but right now, all you wanted was for him to put the book down and study you on his desk instead.
He would follow the words on the page with his finger, your eyes trailing the movement from across the room. You had planned to walk to the park together and work on your separate activities while sharing a bench, like you often did, but the rain had other ideas. Your activity was long forgotten, thrown to the side in favor of watching Steven, but he was still engulfed in his, eyes devouring every word on the page except for every so often when he would stop to make a note.
He touched his finger to his tongue, wetting the digit to help him in turning the page. This by itself would have set you off, but coupled with the fact that he had looked up and smiled at you while doing so, totally unaware of the thoughts racing through your head, had you rushing across the room to him.
“Y’alright, love?” Steven asked, looking up at you over his glasses.
You nodded, eagerly, maybe too eagerly. “Yeah, yeah, ‘m fine.” You shifted your weight back and forth, unsure how to bring up the fact that you wanted him to pin you down and fuck you within an inch of your life.
Steven had closed his book and taken his glasses off, setting them down on the desk so he could better focus on you. “Are you sure? You look a bit jumpy.”
“Mhm, I just–” You paused when you saw Steven pause. He had the expression on his face that came when Marc or Jake were speaking to him.
When he returned to you, there was a faint blush on his cheeks. His eyes darted between you and where he had set his glasses.
You smiled inwardly, knowing one of the other boys had filled him in on what exactly had you so jumpy.
Steven stood, picking up his glasses and placing them on the bookshelf behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“One moment, darling,” he said, picking up the stacks of books cluttering his desk and moving them to the couch you had been sitting on earlier. Once he had moved them all, he lifted you up onto the desk where the books had been, slotted his body between your legs, and crashed his lips into yours.
You welcomed the feeling of him on you, the familiar heat of his tongue pressing into your mouth, and the weight of his body against your own. You grasped a hand in his hair and welcomed the moan he let out that was lost in between kisses.
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He had you on your back, both legs thrown over his shoulders, taking you apart with his tongue. Steven was gentle, and that's what was so tantalizing about it. No matter the pace he went, he always coaxed an orgasm out of you, if not multiple. And they were always mind-blowing.
As he licked inside of you, tongue curling the way his fingers would, his nose rubbed against your clit, still wet from the attention he had given it moments before. Steven liked to watch you come undone, partly because he loved looking at you, and partly so he could memorize every single expression you made as a result of his actions. He held your hand when you came, something he liked to do no matter what position you were in. It was sweet and intimate, a ritual during sex that you became accustomed, and even looked forward to, with Steven.
He rose from between your legs, hovering his body over yours so he could press kisses to your neck and shoulders. “You did so good, sweet girl.” Steven helped you sit up and readjust so your hips were almost hanging off the desk. He pressed his forehead to yours, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Can you take some more?” He asked, hand coming up to caress your cheek.
You nodded, pressing a kiss to his palm, but interrupted him while his other hand went to undo his belt. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong, love?”
You pointed to the bookshelf, and his eyes followed your finger. “Put the glasses back on.”
warnings: dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, bondage, spanking, handcuffs, gun mention, public sex mention, cockwarming
word count: 648
also posted to ao3
A/N: whoever made the executive decision to have this man be in his underwear for 80% of his scenes pls contact me so i can thank you.
• this is literally canon in the show but this guy has a daddy kink
• like the biggest daddy kink ever seen on planet earth
• it bolsters his ego to have you be that submissive to him, and only him
• also likes to be called “sir” but not as much as “daddy”
• calls himself daddy: “daddy’s gonna make you feel real good, sugar.”
• but what really gets him going is when you say it, especially when begging
• sometimes you use it casually so only he can hear when you're out at a restaurant and he SLAPS cash on the table to pay the bill and get you in bed asap
• highest sex drive
• you’re genuinely surprised at how many rounds he can go
• even if you aren't actively having sex, he wants his cock in you
• likes to sleep spooning & cockwarming
• ideally, he likes it when you fall asleep on top of him, with him still inside you, but that's uncomfortable for you so you rarely do it
• obviously a dom
• you've seen how scary he can be to other people, but there's a side of him that's reserved only for you, where you know he’s not going to hurt you, he just loves how much control you let him have over you
• LOVES putting you over his knee
• into bondage for sure
• one time he tried tying you up, but he got too impatient messing with the rope, so now he uses handcuffs
• he bought the gaudiest, fuzziest, pinkest cuffs he could find, and every time he secured them around your wrists, he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face
• likes cuffing your hands to the headboard so you can't touch him like you so badly want to
• also likes cuffing your hands behind your back when he's taking you from behind, because of the total sense of control he gets with you totally at his mercy like this
• when a heist or whatever related crime he’s decided to get up to goes well, his celebration is to fuck you
• if you happen to be there when he's actually committing the crime, sometimes he's so high off adrenaline that he wants to fuck you right then and there
• usually you tell him how stupid it is to fuck at a literal crime scene, but once or twice you've also been so caught up in it that you indulge him
• of course, he uses it as an excuse to cum inside of you, because “well, we can’t leave any evidence, now can we?”
• he once brought you a diamond necklace (you didn't ask how he’d gotten it) and fingered, fucked, and ate you out while you wore nothing but the necklace
• even if something goes poorly, his release is to fuck you
• he bursts into the apartment angry, and immediately has you pinned, your cheek pressed against the wall and his hips slamming yours so hard you’ll probably bruise
• on nights like these, he couldn't care less about your pleasure until he’s cum at least once
• after that, he might consider you, but often he’s much more focused on taking his anger out
• has fucked you in half of the bar bathrooms in the midwest
• you complain how nasty some of them are, but he clicks his tongue and says, “i’ve got you, baby girl” before lifting you up off the ground and hooking your legs around his waist
• if people complain about the noise, he’s got his gun shoved in your bag and is not afraid to point it at the intruder
• grabs your ass a lot in public
• he wants people to know who you belong to & he can't get enough of you
