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[sirxlla]

What about this one for raylan

Sending them dirty pictures

Sending Them Dirty Pictures (Justified Men)

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Warnings: Spicy

Prompt: above ^^^^^

Notes: Since it's just a general idea, I thought maybe I'd write for all of them.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Raylan Givens: Sometimes it was easier to get ahold of the damn president of the United States than it is to get ahold of Raylan but the second he saw that work is the last thing on his mind.

"Art, actually, we can start my suspension right now." Before he saw that picture he was trying to argue with Art about waiting to take his suspension. Now the only thing on his mind is the woman half naked in his bed.

Art's face filled with confusion. Raylan was never compliant, but he was not gonna question it if it got him to leave as he asked about two hours ago.

Raylan grabbed his coat and opened up his phone to glance at the photo you sent again, half naked in his bed in his Stetson, a smirk on your face. The text below it reads, 'Save a horse?'

He smiled and shook his head and very quickly started leaving the office.

"Where's the fire?" Tim asked with a teasing tone as he saw Raylan leaving the office faster than he'd ever seen him move.

Boyd Crowder: Boyd always wore spiffy clothes, so raiding his closet to put one of his blazers on with your lingerie was a pretty easy line of thought. You whipped out your phone and snapped a few photos of you in his blazer and some black lingerie picked up before sending them to him

Boyd was busy dealing with the dumbass that is Dewey Crow, he was pissed and tired of telling him over and over how to do the most simple tasks.

He opened up his phone and his shoulders fell as he relaxed a bit before texting you back.

"You don't know how much I needed that, Baby. You and some whisky. You stay right where you are, I'll be back home before the ice can begin to melt in our drinks." He pressed send and sent you that text, he was done with everyone's bullshit and only wanted to see you now.

"Now, Jimmy can you explain this to him slowly since it seems even the most simple tasks are rocket science to the smallest minds." He knew that if he stayed to deal with Dewey he'd end up with a dead body to dispose of.

"Will do, Boss." Jimmy responded as he escorted Dewey out of the bar. Boyd sighed and made his way back to your house. Where you greeted him at the door with a whisky on the rocks still in your lingerie and his blazer.

"Now Baby, you sure do know how to greet a man." A smile filled his face and he laughed a little. Boyd wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close, his other hand grabbing the whisky and downing it before guiding you back to your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours until he lowered you on the bed.

Tim Gutterson: You were cleaning the house a couple of weeks ago and found his dog tags and got the wonderful idea to take some naughty pictures in them. It's not like they were hidden or it seemed he would entirely mind.

You had found a bra and pantie set that was army green and camo online and ordered it as well as some white stockings. Almost like a pinup girl you took some photos, thank god you're good with a camera.

Today is your anniversary. He couldn't take work off for the day, not with them chasing Theo Tonin, but he'd be home around the same time he was every night.

You sent him a photo of you with a text underneath it...'Reporting for duty 🫡'

He groaned as soon as he saw that text, Tim was getting into his SUV after making a stop at the flower shop, he didn't have much for you for your anniversary due to him being so busy at work which he knew you wouldn't mind if he showed up empty handed but he wouldn't even remotely think about doing that. You deserve the very best.

Tim very quickly made his way home to you, entering the apartment, setting the flowers down, and making his way to you in the bedroom.

"Where did you even find those?" He laughs as he sees the dog tags resting between your tits. He slipped off his boots with a smile and crawled on top of you.

Clement Mansell: You sent him a photo even though you knew he was busy just to be a bit cheeky.

"Oh, Darlin', You know I'm busy. You lookin for a spankin?"

You giggled and rolled around in the fancy hotel bed that you two had spent last night in. He didn't hurry; it was his way of teasing you back, even though he was extremely eager to get back to you.

Clement arrived several hours later, a vase of flowers in his hand. He's always been so spontaneous; you couldn't tell if he fucked something up or if he was just being sweet on you, which is exactly what he wanted.

"Baby, you best wake up 'cause that is not a gun in my pocket." He pressed his hardness into your ass as you were sleeping, pressing kisses behind your ears. He rubbed your hips and pressed himself into you.

"Wake up, Darlin' before I make your ass as red as that lingerie you're sporting."

"It only took you a year and a day to get back, Clem." You smiled as you woke up and laced your fingers with his, a gasp left your lips as he flipped you over and hovered over you. Now that he was back with you he wasn't gonna wait a second any longer. Clement smiled as he kissed down your chest to your stomach and pulled your lace panties down with his teeth.

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[idembroiderthat]

With all the amazing new Goggins content, I’m hoping it pushes everyone to look up his other work and rewatch ‘Justified’ and get it popular again so we get a second season of Graylan, but this time they bring Tim back into the storyline, along with his husband and clever quips. Manifesting this for me ✨.

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[fire-na-seaparks]

Jacob Pitts, an American actor earned TV fame through roles in The Pacific (2010), Justified (2010-15) & Sneaky Pete (2017- 19). Pitts worke

Jacob Pitts is married, y’all. Scroll down through the nonsense and see. You can also find other articles online about the documentary on COVID- 19 his wife was working on, or is, or something. I know COVID is destroying the world, but I was too shook up by the marriage thing to comprehend much else.

[westernavenue]

Jacob got married 💗

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I’ve grown quite fond of Jacob’s nose dimple ❤️❤️❤️

[vctrywin]

party time! I don't know with these guys _(._.)_

[sirxlla]

Hello! Saw your requests were open and I'd LOVE to see some sleepy sex with the justified boys? I love the way you write for them!! 💚

Sleepy Sex (Justified Men)

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Warnings: Spicy

Prompt: above ^^^^^

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Raylan Givens: Raylan would slip in and out of your apartment like a damn shadow. He'd be there one minute and gone the next. Today has been a shitshow all around Kentucky; there'd been explosions, robberies, and a whole lot of other things going on, so Raylan asked if you'd stay home until things blew over.

Unlike every other woman Raylan dated or was with, you listened. You weren't gonna do stupid shit like Winona or that bartender chick; you knew when Raylan asked you to do something that nine times out of ten, he had a damn good reason. You were gonna be the damsel in distress just because you didn't listen.

Raylan pops into your apartment to find you. It's nearly morning, and it looks like you just woke up. He's surprised to find you here considering the past women he's been with, and the fact that you're here and had listened just makes him love you more. He smiles a tired smile, sets his Stetson next to the bed, kicks his boots off, strips everything else off, and kisses you deeply.

"Thank you...for listenin'; I don't know what I'd do if somethin' happened to you." He kisses your neck, his love for you growing as his appreciation of something so simple does as well. He knew he'd found the one now; everything about you is perfect in his eyes, and this just made him so much happier; it was such a simple thing all his exes took for granted; then they'd get hurt, and he'd have to save them.

He lays you back down on the bed, kissing you with love and passion. Raylan's tired after the long day, but right now, all he wanted to do was worship you and your body.

"Thank you." He whispered over and over as he kissed up your thighs, rubbing them with his slightly rough hands. Raylan pulls your panties down and continues his kisses upward, parting your legs gently.

His brown eyes glance back up at you and your face, which is now brighter than a firetruck; he smirks and licks over your core, watching your reaction. Your head falls back onto the pillow as he continues which causes his smirk to widen. You put your hand in his hair to gently massage his scalp as his tongue finds ways to touch different parts inside you that you didn't know existed.

You didnt know a simple thing like listening to him and doing as he asked could make him so damn passionate to please you but if listening meant anything remotely close to this you'd do it just about every time. Raylan made sure to touch all the right places and get you to make all the right noises. He kept going until you were physcially spent, the two of you spent the day in bed together watching shitty tv cuddled up together. You didn't have work because they gave everyone the day off, and he didn't because Art demanded he take a day to "chill out" after yesterday's debacle.

Boyd Crowder: Boyd getting home was just about normal nowadays, you'd be more worried when he was home at a rational time.

"Baby, you awake?" He whispered as he entered your shared bedroom, taking off his coat and unbuttoning his white button-down shirt. You tried to pretend to be asleep but your slight smile gave it away.

"Oh, no. She's asleep, how will I ever manage?" He said in a teasing manner as he continued to strip out of his very fancy clothes. Boyd crawled into the bed behind you, rubbing your hips through the lace of your panties, which, combined with his teasing, caused your smile to widen into a full-blown smile.

"I knew you wasn't asleep, Baby. You have never been the best actress but you're damn good at it when it matters." He kisses your neck slowly, nipping and biting gently at the skin below. Soft moans leave your lips as you reach your hand behind you to run your fingers through his soft hair.

"You did a damn good job getting those Marshals off my back and I'd say you deserve a bit of a reward." His fingers gently push under your panties to slowly pull them down.

"Just let me do all the work, Sleepin' Beauty." He slowly pushed in from behind, the both of you laid on your left side as he gently and slowly moved his hips. His right arm came around you and held your hip in place. Boyd was slow and gentle as he moved his hips. You're tired, and so is he, so it wasn't gonna be a marathon, more like slow and steady wins the race.

Afterward, he'd very gently move your leg and clean you up. His phone would go off, and as much as he'd love to ignore it and stay here with you, he needed to deal with some stupid shit one of his men dragged him into. Boyd would write a note about how much he loves you and how sorry he is. He isn't able to see your face when you wake up and set it on your dresser before kissing your forehead and leaving again.

Tim Gutterson: With Tim being the only decent sniper in the U.S. Deputy Marshal Service and with a mob-like psychopath out and about, they knew once they pinned him down, they'd need someone to keep an eye on him; that was about 26 hours ago. Art was supposed to have a replacement for Tim a while ago; Tim being Tim and used to shit like this, he told him he'd be okay waiting, so that's what he did.

You had called a few times and of course, he didn't answer, his phone is on vibrate, he heard it go off but had a feeling the moment he went to check on it that this lunatic would probably do some crazy shit and the last thing he wanted was more people to get hurt cause he checked his phone.

Of course, you're used to Tim not answering, and Raylan had told you "something big" was happening, so you figured, like always, your man was just playing Superman.

Tim got home late, and it was nearing 6:30, which is usually the time he gets up, so therefore he's tired but restless. He crawls into the bed with you and gently moves your hair out of your face, you stir and wake up a little.

"Hey, Stranger." You smile, half asleep as you kiss him gently. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Sweetheart." He doesn't hesitate to kiss back, and before the both of you know it, you're making out with each other, Tim's hands under the shirt of his you're wearing. He pulls your panties off your legs before he crawls on top of you, kissing your neck and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He's slow and steady but deep and hard; Tim always tries to make up for the lack of time he has with you on days like this. You tell him constantly that you don't mind because he's helping people and saving lives, but he can't get over the fact that you have to suffer for his shitty work schedule that can change at the drop of a dime.

He keeps his face buried in your neck as he whispers sweet nothings and apologies into your ear as he very slowly but perfectly takes you.

Between his words and the way he's making you feel, even if you were mad, you definitely wouldn't be now. You could never stay mad at him, especially over such trivial things; as long as he made it home, that's all that matters. The sex is just a plus, a really really enjoyable plus.

Clement Mansell: You woke up in the middle of the night for no reason or another but one thing was glaringly obvious, you're extremely horny. You could try to bother Clem or just leave it alone. 'I should just try to go back to bed.' You thought, but of course, to no avail.

Clement's arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer in his sleep which only increases the now throbbing feeling between your thighs as you picture the things the two of you normally do.

Your brain decided, 'fuck it,' and you climbed on top of Clem, straddling him as you brushed your nose against his to wake him.

"Well, if it ain't the most beautiful woman in my world and everyone else." He says with a sleepy smirk before glancing at the clock and wondering why you're up so early. "You alright?"

"No, I'm not alright. I'm horny and you were asleep. I tried to go back to bed but..."

"Now, you know I'd never turn that down." He pulls you down into a tired kiss, his hands splayed across your back as his lips very slowly move against his. Clement either slept naked, or in those tidy whiteys he'd always wear, but last night, he was exhausted and just stripped everything off.

You grind against him as you kiss him, careful of his black eye as you hold his face. He said he got his by a Marshal for no reason but you know him, there was definitely a reason...his smartass mouth.

The only thing between the two of you is your thin panties already soaked with the idea of him. You reach down and pull them to the side, slipping down onto every inch of him like you'd done before. He lets out a lazy moan. You already knew you'd have to do most of the work, but you were the one asking, so you don't mind.

The both of you lazily kiss each other; the kiss is sloppy but isn't without passion, love, and lust still wrapped up in between his lips and yours.

You gently rock your hips against him, the feeling starting to slowly satisfy the need for him. Clement's barely awake, he's been up for almost a good seventy-two hours before he went to sleep for maybe eight, and you'd woken him up. He holds your hip with one hand and the other gently rubs your clit in slow circles via his thumb.

He's too tired to care about his needs, only yours. You'd take care of him regardless, put his ass back to sleep if you have it your way and that's what you did. He had came, as did you, and Clement very quickly fell back asleep. Your walls shuddered a little as you took a minute to calm back down, smirked, cleaned yourself up, and cuddled back into your sleepy man, who already had drool coming out of his mouth.

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[fire-na-seaparks]

I’ve read the Marvel fan community is very warm & welcoming; tolerant, even, of possible dumbasses. That’s where I come in. I was so upset by Loki’s death that I had to repress it and ignore all things Avengers. I concentrated on getting Jacob Pitts a job (failed) & Sweet Pea an actual role on “Riverdale” (failed).( Through no fault of their own.) So last week, riverfail and pitt-less, I turned my lonely eyes to… 
Avengers:End Game. I’m going to see it Saturday at 11P, but first…….. 
Remember when these photos came out? Supposedly the beautiful Tom Hiddleston having a great time shooting a flash back scene for what they were then calling Avengers:4. But was it? Really? Just a flashback scene? I never bought the P.R from Marvel or the Russo Brothers or Tom Hiddleston on future plans for Loki. The idea that Tom H. was set to star in a Loki TV show sounded like too small a concept for the character and the actor. And who wouild kill Tom Hiddleston? I think there’s a universal ban on that. 
So can someone(s) tell me before I walk into the theatre Saturday night : Is there any chance my boy could be alive?