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Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

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TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

#raven writes #i apologize for all of this #idk what came over me #i was possessed #and taylor refused to sedate me #javier pena x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier gutierrez x reader #joel miller x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york x reader #pero tovar x reader #din djarin x reader #max phillips x reader #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels x reader

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onboardsorasora · 7 days

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Girl, reverse age gap verse has eaten my brain. I can’t think of anything else. Do you have something more to share with this humble audience???? 😭

Oh bestie! I whipped this one up just for you (i hope it reads ok)

part 1 and part 2 999wrds.

Max slapped Daniel's ass as he walked by him in the narrow hallway and smirked at the blush and lip bite he was rewarded with.

Daniel walked into the bright afternoon of the paddock while Max took the stairs to the media room that he would be having his press conference in.

The questions were annoying and repetitive and he found his mind wandering back to his younger teammate and sometimes stress reliever. They hadn’t fucked, Max didn’t particularly see the need when Daniel was crawling on his knees or grinding in Max’s lap when he was having a particularly annoying day. Why would he take the time to do all that work when he was already getting off satisfactorily.

Daniel was needy for him and allowed Max to do what he wanted with him, he didn’t need to interrupt that understanding that they had. He saw the looks Daniel threw his way, the boy was terrible at hiding what he was feeling. And the blushing didn’t help. But Daniel wasn’t clingy at least, he knew where he stood and that was all perfect in Max’s world.

He smiled and left the media room, happy to get the fuck out of there and onto the rest of his business for the day. The paddock was bustling, it was just Thursday, so it was nowhere near as chaotic as he knew the rest of the weekend would be.

Bypassing a few mechanics and pundits, he found Daniel speaking animatedly with Lewis and Fernando. Max scowled behind his redbull can at the familiar look in Alonso’s eyes. Daniel giggled at something and Fernando rested his hand on the back of Daniel’s neck in response. Daniel bit his lip but didn’t stop the possessive hold.

Max walked over there, slotting himself between the two and ignoring the questioning look Lewis gave him.

He knew what they were doing and he wasn’t having any of it.

“Max, hey! Finished up already?” Daniel turned his full, happy attention to Max who barely stopped the victorious smirk from slipping onto his lips. Lewis and Fernando had a silent conversation in his periphery.

“Yeah, I was about to head to lunch– you coming?” Max licked the back of his teeth when Daniel stuttered sadly about his previously planned lunch with Helmut that Max already knew about. Daniel seemed contrite to not be able to spend the time that Max wanted to with him and the smirk that Max fought previously, finally settled. “It is of course, alright Daniel. Come see me after maybe?”

Daniel’s head bobbed aggressively as he nodded, a blush settling on his cheeks again. The silver of his braces caught the sun as he spoke. “Y-yeah, sure. I’ll come find you.” He backed away slowly, saying his goodbyes to Lewis and Fernando before he legged it off to the energy station.

Max watched him look back once before he was enveloped into the crowd. Lewis and Fernando were watching him when he turned to them. Lewis smirked and brought his hand together in a slow clap.

“I see we will have to try harder, Lewis.” Fernando smirked a shark smile. He eyed Max up the way he did on track, like a threat.

“I don’t think so, he’s got Daniel wrapped around his finger. But he’s a smart kid.” Lewis rubbed his beard.

Max rolled his eyes, he didn’t need to respond to their goading. But he could goad in return. “What? You two working together? Are pigs flying?”

“I guess we can just say that enemies fuck better.” Fernando shrugged, “your Daniel will soon learn this too.” He winked and Max scoffed before leaving them with a fake wave.

He made his way back into the garage, they didn’t know what they were talking about. Daniel was his.

Later, when he had Daniel on his knees in his driver room, Max heard their teasing filter in the back of his thoughts. His hand caressed Daniel’s sweaty curls, watching as honey eyes fluttered closed as he bobbed on Max’s dock. Max gripped the back of his neck, pressing his skin to erase the feeling of Fernando's previous touch. He grunted and slammed his hips forward, choking Daniel a little more. Watery honey eyes looked up at determined blue.

“So good for me.” Max whispered, thrusting forward again and again and Daniel clung to his thighs to steady himself. Max came in his mouth with a grunt and then flopped onto his couch. Daniel swallowed as best he could, wiping the rest off of his lips and chin. He scrambled onto Max’s lap when he motioned for him and tucked his face in his thick pale neck while he grinded against him.

Max held his hips while he chased his pleasure, he wanted to see his face. “Look at me.”

Daniel leaned back and Max watched the look of concentration deepen in the furrow of his brows. His grinding got more erratic and Max knew he was close, it never took him long to come.

“Good boy. There you go.” He praised and Daniel whined before stiffening.

“Max,” he moaned and leaned in to press their lips together. Max turned so Daniel kissed his jaw instead. They didn’t do that.

He helped him clean up before sending him to the adjoining bathroom. When he came back, Max was taking his helmet and gloves from his bag.

“Do you want to catch like dinner later or something?” Daniel asked from the doorway. Max didn’t look over at him.

“No, that's fine. I’m jumping on the sim later.” Max turned to see Daniel biting his lip in uncertainty, but he nodded.

“Ok, yeah nah. I’ll probably just watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds good.” Max grabbed his things and walked to the door, Daniel followed him out and slipped into his own driver room. Max winked at him and walked away to head back to the garage, he didn’t turn to see if Daniel watched him.

#some jealous/possessive max #been brainstorming with joey and i have ideeaasss #answered #anonymous #reverse age gap au #maxiel #max/daniel

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