#thotty rants

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cock drunk reader and pussy drunk jake cock warming the day he returns from deployment with lotsss of degrading praise

He’d been on you the minute you both crossed the threshold of your shared home, he was to the bone exhausted and mentally drained and he just needed you in the most carnal of ways; it would heal any problem that ailed him he just knew it.

The two of you didn’t even make it to the bedroom, stripped down to nothing with your bodies pressed together. It was just a slow grinding of your bodies, hands and lips lazily roaming over each other as you both basked in the feeling of being connected so intimately.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes while you gasped and whined and Jake babbled over and over again about how much he loved you and how good you were doing, his sweet little princess rendered dumb and speechless from his cock, how wet you were and he’d barely even started. He loved watching you go completely stupid for him like this, unable to formulate a thought as you let him give and take pleasure.

It went on and on for hours, alternating between cuddling while you warmed his cock and dirty rough fucking with his hand around your throat and you came over and over until you were both spent. He couldn’t think of a better way to be welcomed home.

[majo-tsukiko]

You’ll never convince me that Elias doesn’t eat pussy. That man has the jawline of a thot. Male eaterrrr.

LOOK AT THAT REACHHHH MY GODS

Say YES. That’s all I wanna HEAR

[petite-amz]

Who you saving?

[sorchathered]

Not sure if you’re still doing thots but here’s one. Jake and innocent reader and reader discovering her kinks. Praise kink? Yes, definitely. Size kink? Maybe. Casually wrapping a hand around their neck while having a heated making out session? 😳

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Need I say more?

Most of your sexual experiences had been based on your partner’s pleasure, you enjoyed it but it never seemed to scratch the itch. Until you started seeing Jake that is. When you told him the first time he tried to go down on you that no one had gotten you off like that he burned red at the thought, who the hell could have you naked in their bed and not be focused completely on taking you apart? He made sure that night you came until you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and then gave you the dicking down of your life, he’d be damned if you didn’t look completely debauched before he came.

Once he’d started he didn’t realize the monster he’d created, you had been so vanilla about intimacy before but now that he’d told you he wanted to explore any fantasy you wanted it was open season. Sex in public places? Absolutely, if you were wearing a sundress he could almost guarantee you’d be completely bare underneath and ready for him to take you in some dark secluded corner where anyone might stumble upon you. But what really took the cake for him was when the two of you were on a two week vacation, mentioning in passing you wanted him to manhandle you, hold you down and fuck you hard, you wanted marks and bruises from it and he found himself painfully hard at the thought. That night he fucked you against the wall and the floor, bruises in the shape of his fingertips from how hard he gripped you, marks on your back from the friction against the wall and the glorious feeling of his massive veiny hand wrapped around your throat as he pressed just enough to make you lightheaded.

You’d be the death of him, he just knew it. But if ticking off your dirty fantasy bucket list was how he went out? Damn what a way to go, what a way to go indeed.

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Thots you say??? Bare with me on this one 🫣

You and Bob have been sneaking around for a few months. He isn’t hiding you, he just doesn’t want to get shit from Hangman. Especially since you are part of the squad and are the complete opposite of Bob - outgoing, snarky, and not afraid of putting Hangman in his place. But he knew Hangman wouldn’t ever let Bob hear the end of it.

One particular night at a get together at Hangman’s, drinks were flowing, the night was relaxed, and sweet Bob was wearing the nicest fitting chambray shirt with a pair of khaki shorts and you were wearing the cutest sundress. Hangman was being his usual self and hitting on you, which made you annoyed, because all you wanted was Bob. Eventually you go to the bathroom and send a text to Bob that you needed assistance with your dress zipper. One thing leads to another and you find yourself bent over the sink with Bob impossibly deep. Surroundings and a door lock forgotten leads to the squad wondering where the two of you went and Hangman being the one to find you just as you and Bob both hit your climax.

🥵🥵🥵

“You could’ve just told me what you wanted sweetheart, didn’t have to pretend something was wrong with this pretty dress.” He said as he nipped at your earlobe and thrusted harder into you, your hipbones would surely be bruised from slamming into the bathroom sink but oh my god you didn’t care, Bob had looked so damn good tonight and it had been a few days since the two of you had been together like this, you needed him in a way that made you feel crazy sometimes. Little squeaks erupted from you as he leaned down to toy with your clit and just like that you were cumming as you gasped his name over and over. Neither of you seemed to notice the doorknob jiggling, and definitely didn’t hear it creek open, that is until right as Bob bit down on your shoulder emptying his release in you a shellshocked Jake Seresin shouted out a slew of expletives. Both of you jumped to try to cover yourselves but it was too late, he’d seen it all and knew about your well kept secret. He’d slammed the door and rushed out, leaving both of you in giggles as you tried to quickly clean up and head back into the loud house party. Later that night when he had finally drank enough to have the courage to bring it up, you would let him know exactly why none of his little flirtatious attempts had worked over the past few months, Jake may have thought he was hot shit but Bob Floyd was not to be overlooked, his quiet demeanor simply a facade. He didn’t take your bratty attitude, knew exactly what to say and how to touch you to make you come undone in minutes and the man had the biggest dick you’d ever seen. Jake didn’t flirt with you again after that and he had a newfound respect for the WSO, maybe baby Bob Floyd wasn’t so innocent after all.

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Sunday morning thots with Bobby and reader just being so incredibly needy for each other but also SO tired after he came back from deployment the night before (and there was not much sleep to be had), yet they can't keep their hands off each other. which means sleepy, lazy morning sex filled with all the emotion they can't put into words 🥹

You couldn’t be sure if it was mid morning or not but you were so tired you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Bob had gotten off the carrier from a six month deployment at nearly two am, after debriefing and gathering his things you hadn’t made it home until almost 4, but the hour hadn’t deterred him from getting exactly what he’d been dreaming of every night in his lumpy metal bunk. He’d eaten your pussy for nearly an hour, sore jaw and aching knees be damned as he watched you writhe and cry until you were an overstimulated mess, and then finally gave you his cock until you’d come half a dozen times and he’d finished in you twice. You should probably get up to shower but you felt boneless, Bob’s warm body splayed on top of yours as the sun filtered through the blinds was just too good of a feeling to be bothered with washing off.

The only indication that he had awoken was the slow glide of his lips across your neck, tongue poking out to lave at your collarbone which sent sparks of desire through you. You ran your hands through his unruly sandy hair as he continued his ministrations, you gasped and threw your head back as you ground yourself up against him, you were already dripping for him from your trysts earlier that morning, finding it easy to raise your hips enough for him to slide right in with little resistance. He groaned and peered up at you, bleary baby blues still hooded from sleep, pressing himself impossibly closer so he could taste your tongue. It was all molten heat and slow thrusts, just lazily grinding into each other as you reveled in the pleasure of being together again.

“Welcome home baby” you said with a sigh as you both came down from your respective highs, Bob’s grin brighter than the morning sun as you both snuggled back into each other.

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No thoughts, head empty: just thinking about Bob Floyd and his gf/wife having makeup sex. I don't see this man initiating or getting into any fights/arguments, but maybeee his own insecurity or jealousy started this one 🥺🤭

I decided to make wifey be the jealous one 😈

Some new bartender apparently loved Bob’s faded dnd shirt and kept coming by to chat him up about his campaign, placing her hand on his arm or shoulder and laughing way too loudly at things he said that honestly didn’t even warrant that kind of response. She was being a little too flirty and he was clearly oblivious, normally it would’ve been endearing to see that he had no clue she was trying to get with him, but tonight it rubbed you the wrong way and you’d had enough.

You barely spoke a word on the ride home, poor Bob completely lost as to what had caused the disconnect between the two of you as you stomped into your shared home and promptly slammed the bathroom door. It was like a lightbulb went off moments later, he always seemed to be behind on social cues like that but he’d really just thought that girl was being friendly. He knew how to fix it, and he’d spend all night making up for it if he needed to, using his pocket knife to flip the bathroom lock open as he heard the shower kick on.

“Sweetheart? Can I get in with you?” He said quietly and waited for you to turn him down, but you were continuing the silent treatment. You didn’t say no so he peeled off his t shirt and jeans in the humid room and climbed in behind you, pressing his body to yours as he watched the tension slowly melt away from the contact.

You sniffled a little and it broke his heart, he’d only had eyes for you for his entire adult life, wouldn’t have a clue what to do with himself if he lost you, the thought alone sent a shiver down his spine. “Please don’t shut me out baby, I didn’t even realize she wasn’t just talking to me about the campaign. You’re all I want my sweet girl, can I show ya? I’ll make it up to you all night if you need.”

He made good on his promise and took you apart until the sun began to rise, and the next time the new bartender tried to talk to him about anything he made sure you were seated in his lap with his hands firmly planted on your ass. There was no denying that Robert Floyd was taken and his wife wasn’t the kind of woman to trifle with.

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Jake Thot- walking in on Jake with his dick in his hand either in the shower or on the couch and offering to help him

Whooooo weee I am here for this 🫠

I can totally see it-

You’d been on opposite shifts for nearly two weeks and his nerves were shot from a stressful day in the air. Scrolling through his hidden folder with all your naughty pictures and videos while he stroked himself on the couch, so focused on chasing the feeling and dreaming of your body on top of his that he didn’t notice you walk in. You’d been released early and rushed home to surprise him but oh what a pretty sight you’d walked in on. Jake was panting as sweat dripped from his brow, fisting his weepy cock while he watched a video of the two of you on his phone, you couldn’t stop yourself from walking forward, plucking the phone from his hands as he gasped in shock, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment at getting caught. “Oh baby, you poor thing. Let me fix it for you, been neglecting you huh? Need me to make it up to you?” You said sweetly as his chest heaved and jaw went slack, settling on your knees and taking his length into your mouth. Needless to say you both made up for all the quality time you missed on all night long. 🥵