#Gorgeous woman wicked heart

[ophernelia]

Melissa Thalia Howell, Lou's mother.

[st4rbwrry]

𝒟𝑅𝐼𝐹𝒯𝐼𝒩’ 𝒩 𝒦𝐼𝒮𝒮𝐼𝒩’.

✧｡˚ eren’s over just being your best friend.

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"i'm outside."

why is that text always terrifying to receive? it's the quickest way to make your heart fall to your ass in milliseconds. you can't help but roll your eyes and suck your teeth because he's too early, or maybe you were too late. it's only nine thirty so you're confused why he's here already. dropping the puffy makeup brush in your hand, you stand up from your brightly lit royal vanity with intricate carvings in the pearl-toned wood. slipping your painted white toes into a pair of hot pink teddy bear slides to make your way out of your bedroom and towards the front door for this asshole. 

eren gets smacked in the face with your prettiness the minute you open your door, smelling like marshmallows and looking like a fucking bratz doll. your beauty stuns him every time. the six-foot-three man before you rests his weight against the wall on the outside, one arm stretched above as he leans over you with a wicked smile on his deadly gorgeous face. he's wearing a white graphic tee with pink graffiti spray painted on reading killer alongside a lavender nissan 350z. it's old merch connie was testing for his line. he also makes eren's shirts for his auto shop. 

eren's also attired in black slim jeans and beat up 550 new balances, his signature racing shoes. his silver chain on his neck dangling as he kisses your forehead, the move so slick. you've noticed he liked to touch you a lot, give little indications of affection. kissing your hand, your cheek, your face overall. he grabbed your ass a lot, and it's so excessive you have to give him a hard swat and a death glare to actually make him stop. 

"hello, eren," the way you say it has annoyance laced in it. turning away from him and walking away with that salacious sway your hips have. eren tongues his inner cheek, chuckling as he enters your home and shuts the door. he forgets how quick you walk, literally speed walking to your room since by the time he gets there you're already back on your powdered white tufted ottoman doing your makeup. riiverdance by beyoncé plays softly from the small speaker you kept on your windowsill so the music travels better. 

"damn, i can't get no kiss? you fussy with me already." eren remarks, looking below him to see the fluffy black cat brushing up against his leg, scooping her up with one hand and petting her as he takes a seat on your bed. 

"no. . aht aht! outside clothes, off the bed!" you're snapping your fingers at him as if he's your cat, eren swiftly raising his ass off your bed, blinking slow. 

"where am i supposed to sit, woman?" 

"the floor like always."

"tryna get cat hair on my shit," eren sucks his teeth, sinking down to the ground and groaning when your cat scrambles to get out of his hold, never liked being touched for long periods of time. 

"you literally decided to pick her up knowing you're wearing white. that's your fault." 

you were right but he couldn't resist holding her. that's his daughter. he's not giving you the satisfaction of being right though. manspreading, eren cocks his head to the side to watch you closely. you can see his entire reflection in your mirror, quickly glancing his way and ignoring the way he slowly licks his lips and knocks his legs in and out, unbeknownst to you, to chill his dick. 

"so fuckin' gorgeous," eren smiles, those bright white teeth making you wanna fold immediately. eren loved watching you do your makeup. eyes softening for you. he found it so mesmerizing. you surely didn't need it but it made you happy so it makes him happy. "you wearin' that white on your waterline like i like. that jus' f'me?"

you pucker your lips. "mhm, nah. i just like it. i do nothing for your gratification."

"ouch," eren holds his tatted hand to his chest, shock overcoming his features. "keep hurtin' my feelings like that 'n your ass won't have a ride tonight. or no food."

that last line alarms you more than anything. one thing you didn't play about, and he knows this especially. . . is your hunger. you honestly haven't eaten much all day. working a shift at the hospital and only having a salad on your break wasn't filling at all. you all talked in your group chat about how saturday's the perfect day to go drifting tonight and grab some chinese at your favorite restaurant in town. your check hadn't hit yet but eren being him since he likes you so damn much offered to pay for you. you declined, as usual, but he didn't give a fuck about what you said, you were coming either way. to be honest, he missed your little sweet ass. a lot. you've been working mostly overnight shifts, being a SPT wasn't for the weak. and he's been busy at the shop fixing and selling cars. your days apart, aside from texting and facetiming made him want to be in your presence. he felt complete with you. you had to know that.

"if you gonna play with me about my food then ima just head to bed right now and starve," you basically threaten him. eren hated when you don't eat enough, makes dumb jokes about how you'll 'lose those thick ass hips of yours.' the boy will make it his mission to grab you something quick. he's your food and weed dealer. also your personal chauffeur, absolutely loving when you're his passenger princess.

"don't be fuckin’ dramatic, brat. i'm playin'. you know i got you," he stands back to his feet to come by you, pressing his midsection to your backside, where you can also feel the outline of his dick, trying your best to ignore the way it makes your face heat up. teasingly, he starts sliding his warm hands over your shoulders and down to your waist. cautiously, you eye him, having a hot wave of panic hit you when he begins tickling your left side. your most sensitive side, mind you. you screech and twist your body into a curling position trying to escape his attack. 

"eren! get the fuck off me, bro!" he's laughing hard at your attempt to twist and yank away from his grasp, screeching and biting his arm which he flinches from and moves away. 

“oww, fuckin’ gremlin,” he hisses dramatically, as if you’d stabbed him. “next time smile when you see me at that fuckin' door. gimme a 'hey, daddy' with it, too. it'll make my dick jump."

"your dick jumps for me enough."

eren’s eyes meets yours in the reflection of your vanity mirror. he shrugs nonchalantly, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“well,” he begins, dragging the word out as he takes a step closer to you again. “you wanna see it?” 

you roll your eyes, his voice dropping lower, becoming more intense as he continues. “know you wanna see it again.” 

“says who?” you raise your brow, testing him. 

by again, he means accidentally when he was showering at your place and forgot to grab his boxers before he went inside your bathroom, thinking you were sleep when you were in fact up reading on your phone. wanting to laugh at the memory of him turning red in the face and trying his best to shield his dick with his hands. making a snide comment about how badly you wanted to stare at it. 

“you heard me,” he states simply, his gaze never leaving yours in the mirror. he's leaning directly over you, forehead nearly touching yours. his presence is overwhelming, filling the small room with his raw masculinity. this is a regular thing by the way. his constant teasing. waiting for you to let up. 

“okay, daddy,” you grin mischievously.

“mhm,” he kisses his teeth, and at the same moment his phone vibrates in his pocket. eren fishes for it, checking a text from connie. 

"connie’s outside, you done?” 

“you rushing me now? i don’t like this rennie tonight,” you tsk, shaking your finger like a disappointment mother. standing to your feet, you brush out the curls in your head by running your fingertips through them. 

you do look so pretty tonight. wearing an oversized pink greenbay packers jersey with a flowy white mini skirt, eren watching as you enter your walk in closet to fish for some white socks to scrunch at your ankle, and the same pair of sneakers he currently wore. my little twin. 

“sorry, i’ll be on my best behavior.” 

you smile, standing on your tiptoes and pinching his cheek, eren liking the view a bit too much, trying to fight the urge to grab your hips and pull you close. “such a good boy. now, let’s go!” 

“wait, i want a kiss, wife,” eren smiled, trying to lean in before you pull away and shove your hand in his face. 

“leave me alone, pervert!” 

connie’s goal tonight was to show off the enhancements he added to his neon green scion frs, the car humming outside of your house when you go to say hello to him. he mentions that he’s going to swing by to pick up his girlfriend before he meets the two of you there. she didn’t live too far so he was able to make it before you two did, eren always having to make a mental note not to drive like a dickhead when you’re in the car. knowing your nerves are bad. they’ve gotten slightly better though since you’re with him all the time. 

you loved drift meet up’s because it was a free car show to see all the cool ass cars, most of the models popular in japan. men and women in groups drinking and bumping music as they interact. it’s illegal as hell where you live but sometimes everyone’s able to get away with it if they don’t act too much like jackasses. this spot was mostly secluded from open roads or police. 

eren walks alongside you, his arm loosely draped around your shoulders as you both make your way  to the forefront where cars currently span in action. his car wasn’t parked too far, planning on performing a show himself in a little. the adrenaline pumping through the crowd as drivers send their vehicles skidding around corners and spinning donuts in the dirt your favorite, and his. connie arrives not too long after, eren going up to talk to him before you’re locked in, excited for him. 

“i need to teach you how to drift one of these days. i gotta see your pretty ass behind a nissan 240sx or sum,” he says, pulling you closer into his side so you can hear him over the noise. 

“that’s specific,” you laugh, looking up at him while chewing your gum, rocking with him. 

eren grins down at you, his hand tightening slightly around your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. “what can i say? i have a type.” 

“you sure do,” your voice trails off, focused on connie’s loud car screeching and swinging before the crowd around you. cheers vibrating your ears like a concert. the feeling like a movie. you don’t notice that eren keeps his eyes on you the whole time, admiring you as you jump, clap, and scream from excitement. pulling your phone out to record your friend. 

removing yourself from his arm, you notice the cars currently in the circle beginning to depart and make way for others. “con’s!”

eren shakes his head as he watches you bolt towards connie’s car, jumping up and down like a kid, bending low to give him a high five. “that was fucking awesome!” 

“yeah, fuck with me!” he continues to slap his palm with yours. you look over to his girlfriend in the passenger seat, reaching over to twinkle fingers. 

“hey girly!” luna smiles, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear since it blew everywhere from the wind. 

“hiii!” you giggle. 

“shit was good, i taught you well,” eren approaches, their heavy hands interacting, shaking before snapping their fingers. 

“yea, whatever. you always want full credit, asshole,” connie sucks his teeth. 

“oh my god, we should totally drift each other!” luna suggests. connie whips his head in her direction. 

“wha—who said you driving my car?” connie blinks, flabbergasted. 

luna goes to hit his arm playfully. “cabrona, i meant she can get in the car with eren and yall do yall lil’ thingy thing.” 

“oooo, yayyy!” you approve instantly, clapping your hands together and turning to eren with puppy eyes. “oh, please?! i wanna shotgun!” 

“be my guest, sweetheart. but don’t try to hang your head out the window again like a damn dog, or else,” his voice drops low, a warning lacing his words as he gives you a knowing look.

“mhm, i make no promises,” you wink, racing towards his car. 

connie laughs at eren’s strained face, his friend knowing deep down he loved it. connie knew a lot you didn’t know. like the fact that eren’s madly in love with you, and has been ever since freshman year of high school. it’s not secret to anyone, really.  as eren approaches his parked car you bounced impatiently beside, he opens the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb in before walking over to the driver's seat. the interior of his black r34 gtr is pristine, everything from the leather seats to the carbon fiber accents shining under the sunlight. you loved when he picked you up just to take you for a ride. he works on cars practically all day given he owns an auto shop, detailing and adding enhancements being his daily thing.

he’s getting his hands dirty and his mind fried from mechanical work. he customized this car to make it his own, his name written in japanese on the right corner of front window, a front spoiler splitter, apexi gt specthe which makes his exhaust sound like fucking gunshots, which terrifies you. on top of detailing the body of the car with giant dragons painted silver on either side of the vehicle. standing out to the crowd uniquely. 

eren makes his way inside of the vehicle, big hands gripping the steering wheel as he adjusts his legs in his seat, your eyes locking there momentarily before he inserts his key into the ignition, firing up the extremely loud engine. an anxious smile shows on your face once you see everyone yelling over the power of his car, having been in it a million times, you still hated the sound, triggering your sensory overload. but, you loved the thrill. swallowing, you turn to him, balling up his shirt on his hip to grab his attention. 

“promise me you’ll be safe,” you look up at him, worried.

a soft smile tugs at his lips as he sees the concern in your eyes. he reaches out, brushing a stray curl of hair from your face with his thumb. “don't worry, princess. i'll take care of both you and my baby here.” 

“i’m trusting you,” you whisper, biting your lip. “don’t hit anybody, i don’t need you going to jail. and please don’t hit connie, because he will kill you if you fuck up his car.” 

eren smirks, his hand dropping from your face to gently cradle the back of your neck. his grip is firm yet tender. “now why’d i risk traumatizing my girl like that?” 

you suck your teeth and pull away from him, crossing your arms. he only sets his hand on your thigh now, and you let him. “aren’t you going to start driving?” 

eren laughs heartily, his hand tightening around your thigh as he does. he revs the engine, feeling the power beneath them rumble in anticipation. his eyes flash dangerously in the dim light of the cars. “promise me something, too?” 

“what?”

“we’ll finish playing mommy and daddy when we get home?” he grins. 

“oh please, you know you can’t handle me,” you tease. such a bad habit you two have. joking too damn much. but by this point, from his end especially, you’re aware none of it is a joke. 

eren raised a brow, feeling threatened. “oh, i can’t?” 

“nope. and you’re too scared to admit it,” you taunt, fluttering a kiss in his direction. 

“mhm,” eren kisses his teeth, he gives a curt nod, as if making a mental note. “ima hold you to that.” 

“drive the damn car, eren.” 

ignoring the warmth in your chest from his flirting, he finally shifts the car into gear. with a roar of the engine, he accelerates onto the street, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. malice at the palace by BONES is bumping through the stereo system as eren expertly maneuvers his car around the road, each turn and drift executed with precision. the sound of the engine reverberating through the car sends a rush of adrenaline through him. you hated to admit how fucking good he looked right now, your hand gripping onto his bicep as you giggle each time he executes a perfect drift, tires screeching, watching connie’s car across from his spin around each other. part of him hopes to impress you. and clearly he has by the huge smile on your face. you’re like a kid in a candy shop, eyes lit up. 

“i’m doing it!” you yell, eren watching as you climb up on your seat, skirt rising from the wind blowing, your ass hanging out making his eyes go wide. 

“꒰♡꒱, sit your ass down.”

“woo!” it’s too late, now you’re banging the palm of your hand on the outside of the door, staring at others who hollered back at you, your curls flying in the wind. the people screaming and cheering louder the more you raised your upper body outside of the window, being sure to secure yourself. eren’s hand instinctively clutch onto your ankle. 

“goddamit,” he groans, but couldn’t help the feeling in his heart from your pure laughter. you’re enjoying yourself, that makes him happy. but your safety is important. given that, he slows down just enough so that it feels safe for you not to jolt and fall out of the car. despite your reckless act, he couldn’t help but marvel at how fearless you truly are.

connie’s car slides vertically next to eren’s, taking your chance to reach out and graze your fingers with luna’s as she leans her body outside of the window like you do, the two of you screaming like fans of your favorite superstar. the adrenaline pumping through your veins is exhilarating. 

eren’s hitting on the brakes, causing the tires to yell and the car to skid sideways. with a swift move of his foot on the gas pedal, eren launches his car into a perfect 360-degree spin. the car gracefully arcs around its axis before smoothly coming back onto its original trajectory, all done. the world outside blurs into a whirlwind of colors and shapes as you scream into the wind, lowering your body to take your seat in your original position. 

“that was sooo fun!” the sound you make is the cutest, giggling and bouncing your legs, full of energy now. he adores the glint in your eyes, but he also couldn’t hide the upset on his face. 

“i’m sure. next time, listen to me when i say don’t hang your body halfway out the fucking car. you’ve never done that before, what if you flew out?” the sudden change in his tone takes you aback. 

“i can take care of myself,” you retort, your defiant words making him clench his jaw. 

“not saying you can’t. i’m telling you don’t be so fuckin’ reckless,” his hand moves from the steering wheel to smooth down his face, keeping himself calm, despite the current situation being anything but serene. he doesn’t mean to ruin your mood. surely didn’t want to cause an argument. he just needed you to understand where he was coming from. “don’t die trying to show off.” 

“don’t die trying to protect me.” 

“꒰♡꒱ . . cut that big girl shit, seriously.” 

“aren’t we meeting our friends to get food? let’s go.” 

connie did mention they’d be grabbing food right after, eren clenching his jaw and pulling his attention away from you. he tries not to keep you at these events for too long, sometimes things get rowdy and guns are drawn and he wouldn’t allow either of you to be around that. shifting his car back into drive, he pulls away from the scene to trail behind connie. you hated the current silence of the car, picking up your phone to distract yourself from any conversation. as you pull up next to your group, onyankopon popping up a minute after, eren kills the engine and opens his door with ease. he rounds the car, opening the door for you. you give a quiet ‘thanks’ before speed walking away to luna. eren sighs deeply, sucking his teeth and locking his car, pulling a puff bar from his pocket and leaning against his vehicle to calm himself for a minute. 

“you okay? you look sad?” luna frowns as she holds your hand, ready to cross the street to enter the chinese restaurant. 

you make an awkward expression, not really wanting to make it a big deal. “nothing, i’m just hungry! also kind of have a headache from the whiplash.” 

glancing beside you, you see eren approaching onyankopon, shoving his keys into his pocket while simultaneously colliding their hands for a handshake, hearing the small ‘yo, wassup’ from the pair before you turn your head away, luna pulling you along with her. the five of you find a booth inside of the almost empty restaurant given its close to closing, being one o’clock in the morning and all. you take the time to catch up with luna since she’s been busy with esthetician classes and try your best to avoid eren . . even if he’s sitting directly next to you. this act can only go for so long before the two of you catch glances repeatedly, still making little interactions with the group together if you had to. you didn’t want everyone knowing that you two had a small fight. was it really a fight? you were fine, at least that’s what you liked to tell yourself. 

time passes and onyankopon is the first to leave, mentioning he has to get up early for work and saying his goodbyes. that leaves luna and connie to cuddle up next to one another in the booth, your eyes studying the way his arm is draped around her shoulder while he listens intently on everything she says, bopping her nose with his finger as she giggles cutely. you smile faintly, looking down at the food you’re playing with at this point with your chopsticks. 

eren glances at you as he finishes his plate, a finger pressed to his temple as he leans his elbow on the table. you feel his glare, turning his way to see what he wanted. his eyes holding a certain intensity that only you seem to understand. “come take a ride with me.” 

you continue to fiddle with your chopsticks, swallowing air. “where are we going?” 

“i need to talk to you about something.” 

you’ve dreaded this. unsure of what was going to come from him when you two were alone. you’re not sure if he’s still mad about earlier, his reaction when luna brought up your car moment laced with irritation, like he wanted nothing to do with it. honestly, there was nothing more to talk about. he knows you don’t like confrontation, so you hoped he wouldn’t make an entire conversation about why he feels the way he does. a simple apology should’ve sufficed. the anxiety is pumping through you now, wanting to groan from his seriousness. one thing you’ve learned about eren was that he was big on communication. if something bothered him or he felt like certain things needed to be talked about, he’d take that chance to fix it. when he’s serious about something, it gave you goosebumps. 

his gaze lingers on yours, the flickering candlelight on the table casting an enchanting glow on his features. you swallow, nodding. “okay.” 

“we’re gonna go,” you grab the couples attention across the booth, connie and luna sitting up the moment you and eren stand. 

“awe, okay boo! it was nice seeing y’all,” luna waves to both of you. eren’s patting his pocket for his keys, pulling out his wallet to set cash on the table for the both of you. 

eren smiles. “you too, love. i’ll see you tomorrow, con.” 

“bet, see you. y’all be safe.” 

the car shifts into gear and pulls out onto the quiet street, the sound of heavy wind encasing the vehicle the only thing you could hear, blurring out the world. eren drove possibly fifteen minutes to a spot only the two of you go to. it’s secluded, parked under a giant tree in a grass field high on a hill that overlooked the city night. it’s surely a romantic destination. the two of you go here whenever you need to rant about life or just escape. it’s been your spot since high school. the slow melody of rnb fills the interior, creating an intimate atmosphere. the two of you sit for a moment, eren fishing for his puff bar to take a few passes before you finally say something. 

“can i?” you ask, voice an almost hushed whisper. gesturing towards the object. 

“yeah,” he’s handing it your way, clearing his throat before leaning back into his seat, smoothing both hands down his thighs before adjusting comfortably, closing his eyes momentarily. 

eren takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. “lemme start by saying i’m not mad at you.” 

you blink, shifting your body so all of your attention is on him so he feels important. you tend to stare off into nothingness during these moments. 

“yes, are you stubborn as fuck and it pisses me off at times? absolutely. you know when it comes to you, shit like that makes me anxious. i have that urge to protect you, and it’s always been like that. so don’t think i’m being immature by wanting to care for your safety. i know you’re grown, and you carry yourself well. but sometimes i need for you to just listen when i get gut feelings about shit.” 

“i know, and i apologize,” you reply almost instantly, the thought being on your mind the entire dinner, but unable to let the words pass. “i do appreciate how you care for me. i was just having fun and didn’t want my mood to be ruined. it was dangerous, anything could’ve happened.” 

despite his uncertainty, there's no denying the sincerity in his gaze; a raw vulnerability that contrasts sharply against his usual confident demeanor. struggling to say what’s really on his mind at the moment. “you still have that bad habit of never wanting to be corrected.” 

“yeah,” you lower your head to your thighs, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt. “still working on it. i tend to be too aggressive when i want to be right.” 

“i’m glad you understand. but, that’s not what i wanted to talk to you about.” 

you look up. “what is it? did something happen?” 

eren takes another deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to reveal. his gaze never leaving yours as he prepares to lay his heart bare. “look . . i’m g’na be straightforward with you. i don’t need you to take this as something that has to be figured out immediately. i’ll give you the time and space you need to think on it if you’re feeling the opposite. but. .”

his cheeks flush slightly under your scrutinizing stare. it’s clear that whatever he's about to say is far from easy for him. he’s scaring you. “me and you, we been close since kids. i have love for you for life, but i need you to know that it’s been hard just being your friend. my emotions are consuming me, and being around you all the time is only making it more difficult. i see myself being with you, being in love with you. . for a long time now.” 

the confession hangs heavy in the air between you both; raw and vulnerable, yet undeniably true. his heart pounds loudly in his chest as he waits for your reaction, bracing himself for either acceptance or rejection. either way, he’d stand by what he felt. and if you didn’t feel the same, it would hurt, but he would respect your boundaries. you’re unsure why you’re not . . surprised? he’s always been extremely affectionate with you, much more than a best friend should be. wasn’t necessarily fond of seeing you with other men or hearing about who you slept with. you told each other everything. had sleepovers. shared beds, and at times when you fell asleep before him, he’d brush a finger along your cheek and admired your beauty. 

"my dream is to get you that big ass loft you want with the tall glass windows that overlook the city. decorate it how you want, be my pretty fuckin housewife that gets to stay home and do whatever you want. shit, start your own business. i'll pay for it all. i'll take care of you. i want you to myself, always. never wanna leave you. wanna get your name tatted on me. kiss you all day. cuddle, watch your favorite movies and shitty supernatural tv shows. run you bubble baths 'n fuck you real good every time i come home. buy you that wolf gray kia k5 with pink interior you've been wantin'. send you on vacations. buy you all the sanrio plushies in the fuckin' world. want you to be mine, ꒰♡꒱."

" eren. . . "

"i'll even learn how to cook for you, princess. 'n you know i'm bad as fuck at that shit," eren chuckles, raking his fingers through your hair. you laugh with him, tears in your eyes. "but i'll learn for you so i can always make you some authentic udon ramen or birria tacos, all that good shit you love. cause you're my girl 'n you deserve it all."

eren's hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer to him. his fingers trace small circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. his touch is gentle yet possessive. a tangible manifestation of the love he's been harboring for you. each stroke of his fingertips against your body feels like an exploration, a journey into the depths of your being that only he has access to.

“talk to me,” he bites his lip, lips nearly brushing your own, unable to help the pure attraction towards you. it’s stronger than ever right now. 

“i feel the same way,” you lean in, moaning from his touch, his hands on you all the time, though somehow now they make you weaker. “i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

eren’s breath hitches, a combination of shock and relief consuming him. “why the fuck would you think that?” 

your shoulders shrug shyly. “i don’t know,” your voice drags quietly. “sometimes shit like that doesn’t work for everybody. and we have a great friendship. i didn’t want us being together to fuck up the vibe.” 

“we not everyone,” he states, brushing a curl from your pretty face. “and we act like we date anyways. wouldn’t be no different.”

you recepriocate the act, brushing a few brown strands of hair that fell in front of his face, locking eyes before your lips press against his in feverish kiss. his tongue parts your lips, exploring the warm cavern of your mouth with a passionate intensity. his hands roam freely over your body now, one tracing delicate patterns on your lower back while the other slips beneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin underneath. every touch is filled with desire and longing, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you. the heat in your face blows higher, as if the ache to kiss him was a distant dream. to finally taste him was something you hadn’t known you needed. both of your hearts are pounding in your chests, every beat echoing the intensity of your feelings for each other. 

“you have no idea,” he whispers huskily, pecking your lips. you moan, body melting into his touch. you could slip through his fingers like puddy, this center console blocking you. “how much i want you.” 

“show me then.” 

eren’s eyes darken with desire. his hands slide down to grip your ass, climbing over the console to reach for the recliner on your seat, your flushed face heating up from the close proximity, his hair brush along the apples of your cheek, his smell intoxicating. you giggle when he goes to remove the headrest of the chair, banging his hand into the seat so it’s completely flat and you’re resting on your back. eren hovers completely over you, bringing his body to the passenger side, squeaking when you feel his hardness brush against your clit, a clear indication of just how much he wants you. taking your lip between his teeth, he gives it a playful nip before trailing hot kisses down your neck, going to capture your lips in another hot kiss, rolling his hips into yours making you gasp. you trail your hands underneath his black shirt, hands sliding up his broad backside.

“i need you,” you whimper, knees disconnecting to spread yourself for him, scooting higher up the seat. your desperation makes his control slip further. 

“fuck,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire, tracing along the curve of your waist before dipping lower to tease at the hemline of your skirt. “you’re making it hard for me to keep my shit together.” 

“lick me up,” you whimper, pushing your hips down so your core presses against the bulge in his jeans, eren keeping down the moan in his throat, studying you. your thumbs slip into the band of your skirt, trying to indicate that you wanted them off. “please, m’dripping.”

“fuck,” he whispers again, this newfound sense of lust you had enrapturing him. “anything for you, baby.” 

his hands slip beneath your skirt to explore the softness of your thighs, smoothing over your ass as you raise your hips so it’s easier for him to pull off your skirt, his mouth watering at the bare sight of you wearing no panties. you’d slipped off your sneakers, the balls of your feet digging into his shoulder blades as he pushes you further up the chair for both of your comfortability, craning his neck between the plush of your heated thighs. he breathes in your scent, moaning into a kiss he places on your inner thigh. 

“c’mon—ah!” your breath is taken from you for your impatience, eren’s mouth circling around your clit for a quick feel before he’s lowering his tongue to taste all of you. locking his eyes with yours as you thread your fingers through his hair to push away, deciding to remove the hair tie from around your wrist to tie his hair onto the back of his head. 

the taste of you on his lips drives him wild, craving this for years on end. eren groans from the sweet taste you leave on his fat tongue, his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. eren growls in approval at your submission, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer to his mouth, swallowing down your clit, sucking on your pussy to hear you make those pretty noises he’s only heard once in his life. accidentally, of course. maybe catching you fucking yourself coming up the stairs without your knowledge, wanting to surprise you with food while the two of you studied for finals. he’s always kept that to himself, knowing you’d be extremely embarrassed by it. of course, he didn’t know it’s because you couldn’t stop thinking about what he wore in p.e; a black deftones muscle tank he cut as a crop top with gray sweatpants, his hair pulled into a manbun with his skin glistening in sweat from the insane weather out. dark ink around his skin making your mind run rapid. 

he releases his mouth momentarily, popping off your clit lewdly to murmur, “you are fuckin’ drippin’.” 

your back arches into his embrace, craning your neck as you rock against his face, eren grinning wickedly at your muffled sound, his tongue delving deeper into your folds. he laps at your entrance, thriving for every drop. his hands move to spread your legs wider apart, giving him better access to feast on your needy cunt. you hum in ecstasy, the sensation from the metal ball of his tongue piercing flicking your clit, using it to tease and torment you. his dark eyes watching you like prey, squirming and gasping from every suck. 

“fuck, baby,” he moans. “you’re so sensitive.” 

his hands move to cradle your ass cheeks as he pushes your ass up to fuck his face better, pussy glistening under the moonlight. his tongue continues it’s relentless assault, curling and connecting his tongue with your aching cunt feverishly while suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. your hands stretch to grip onto the door handle, moaning when his hand goes to smack the back of your thigh. eren growls at your helpless moans, his tongue delving deeper into your slick folds, slithering inside of you to prep you. his hands pinning your legs wide allows him unrestricted access to your throbbing cunt.

“wet n’ pretty ass pussy, baby. so, so pretty. jus’ like you, right?” he groans against you, increasing the pressure on his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you rhythmically. his free hand moves to play with your clit, rolling the sensitive nub under his thumb as he devours your pussy. 

without waiting for a response, he resumes his ministrations, his tongue plunging back into your dripping cunny while one hand continues to toy with your clit. his actions intensify as he listens to your desperate whimpers. his tongue laps at your slit greedily, drinking down every drop of your sweetness, thumb working overtime on your clit, rubbing up and down mercilessly.

“stick your fingers in me,” you whine, the brokenness in your tone only making his dick harder. he’d rather shove his dick in you, but he wouldn’t deny what you pleaded for. 

eren chuckles darkly at your plea, and within a second, his ring and index fingers are slipping inside of you, eren curling them upwards, searching for that sweet spot deep within your pussy.

“like this?” he sputters against your clit, your juices encapsulating him. your inner thighs tremble from the switch up, biting your lip and nodding. “fuck you up real good? ‘till you cream on me?” 

“y-yesss, f-fuck,” your sobs overtake you, his tongue continuing it’s relentless assault on your sensitive bud, licking and sucking it into oblivion. eren hums in agreement, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. he watches his fingers pump harder into your quivering cunt with furrowed brows, mumbling expletives to himself in fascination, your cunny squelching and sinking them in each time they threatened to pull out. 

“ima sink my dick in your shit, fuck. i’m too fucking hard for you,” he groans against your clit, pace quickening, the combination of his fingers fucking into you while his tongue circles around your clit pushing you closer to the edge.

“keep fucking me, baby. fuckin’ love your tongue.” 

eren loves your cries so much it’s hurting his dick bad, his fingers pumping harder into your twitching cunt, begging for you to cum. you’re drenching his fingers. he removes them when he notices your hand is cupping underneath his jaw, pulling his face in deeper and swaying your hips, the balled up expression on your face reading all he needed to know. you stretch your legs high, clamping your thighs shut and wrapping your arms underneath the curve of your knees to angle them towards your chest. eren licks his lips before sinking his tongue deep into you, thrusting his tongue like he’d use his dick.  

making a noise of approval, you grip onto his hair while maintaining your position, yanking his head back and forth, screaming as his face clashes with your pussy, tongue fucking you open until you finally cum. your tummy caves in, lifting your head to press into your knees as you catch your breath, streaming out praises of ‘yes, yes yes, baby,’ as he continues to fuck you on his tongue, uncaring of you drenching his nose and chin. 

while you take time to recuperate, eren’s leaning his head up to clean his face with the back of his hand, licking off the remainder as he reaches down to unbutton his jeans, slipping them down to his thighs and giving his dick a few slow strokes, the sight of it, thick and long, glistening with precum is enough to make anyone drool. eren holds onto it teasingly, keeping it just out of reach as he watches your reaction. “knew you wanted to see it again.” 

you cover your face. “shut up.”

with a lustful gleam in his eyes, he lines the throbbing tip against your wet slit, sliding it up and down to gather your arousal before he’s grabbing the back of your neck to look into your eyes, heavy body hovering over yours, trying his best not to lean all of his weight onto you. granted, that’s exactly what you wanted, to be suffocated under him. feel weak, submissive. 

“tell me you’re okay.” 

you nod, eyes slowly closing, unable to keep focus. “yes, m’okay. it’s okay.” 

the feeling of being sheathed within your tight pussy makes him shudder, removing his hand from your neck to balance his body by gripping onto either side of the leather seat after locking your legs flat. you reach for the recliner to level the seat up a little more, eren kissing your forehead. you drag your body lower so it’s easier for him to move, shivering from the full feeling he gives you, and that’s only half of him. 

“fuck,” he gasps, grinding into you slowly so you’ll adjust. you swivel your hips, teeth biting into your lip as you stare at the sharp cut of his jawline, emerald eyes clamped shut. “that’s it.” 

with each heavy thrust, eren can’t help the animalistic groans emitting from him, the deep baritone of his voice making your clit pulsate harder as he fucks himself deeper into you. your skin clapping as he pounds into you hard, hitting your spot and making you cry for him. he wheezes within the crevice of your neck, both of your moans colliding within the small enclosure, vibrating over the music flowing from his speakers. he’s fucking you faster with each thrust.

“s’so good, f-fuck,” the wind gets taken from you with every harsh pound, grunting beneath him and taking it all. he felt so fucking good, you couldn’t believe you waited this long just to let him fuck you. too many opportunities missed. for good and wrongs reasons though. 

“that’s it, you’re such a good girl,” his mouth gives you a chaste, sloppy kiss to your pouty lips. everything he does makes you want to cum. heavier and stronger than the last. he’s a fucking trip. 

“i’m your good girl?” your bottom lip is pulled into your mouth, teeth baring as you smile drunkenly. 

“ ‘course you are,” he kisses you again, prolonging it this time, your body slipping lower giving him the chance to fuck you even deeper, stretching you open and stuffing you full. you can feel him all in your tummy, your brows furrowed. “better than that. you’re my baby.” 

“i’m your baby?” the drag out of a whiny tone as you grip onto his chin to keep his eyes on yours has the man before you crumbling. 

eren practically whines from the way you speak to him, molding your frame into his seat from the strength he fucked you with, listening to your pussy cry for him. “you’re my baby.” 

“my pussy loves you,” you move with him, your tight cunt squeezing him, feeling that warmth build up in your stomach. 

“it does, huh. tell me how much, love.” 

“loves it so fucking much, daddy.” 

“that’s what i wanted to hear,” he hisses, groaning and fucking you faster, straightening his legs so he gets a get angle, hitting into you with all his weight. “oh god, baby. you feel so fuckin’ good.” 

“yeah, daddy?” you whimper, biting your lip. 

“yes, babydoll,” eren groans in agreement, cursing to himself as he slips his dick out, the two of you gasping from the disconnect, eren lifting himself from you. “bend over.”

you use the seat to turn yourself around, hiking yourself further up to give his big body space to settle behind you. you keep your thighs pressed together, shifting your ass back against him and arching your back low. you jump when he lands a heavy swat to your ass, hissing as his fingertips grip your flesh and bounce your ass back, mesmerized by how it moves. he draws his hips back, flexing his dick to make it jump into the right position to easily slide within your wet opening, the angle allowing him to hit deeper within your pussy than before. 

“unh, sshit,” eren moans, hands grabbing either side of your hips and tugs you back, your ass clapping amongst his toned abdomen. your forehead is connected with the seat, mouth agape as you feel the swell of him slip in and out of you, eyes scrolling to the back of your skull. 

“sshit, you’re so deep, ah!” 

his thrusts become more forceful, hitting even deeper within your pussy. with every stroke, he feels himself getting closer to release. eren growls, his canines grazing your skin as he leans in to bite your neck, your filthy whine only serving to heighten his arousal. he continues to thrust hard into you, each movement sending you both closer to breakage. 

“g’na cum, baby,” eren whimpers, rolling his waist into you, that pressure in his lower abdomen threatening to break. 

“noo, don’t cum yet,” you whine, shaking your head pleadingly. “n-not there yet.” 

“i won’t. won’t cum yet, baby,” he hisses in response. “wanna wait for daddy? so we can cum together?” 

“mmnh, wanna cum with you, baby,” your head nods drunkenly, sightly blurry. your body aches from the lack of space in the car, but it felt so good to be overpowered by him. drilling his dick into you harder. 

“take it f’me, ꒰♡꒱.” 

“i’m taking it, baby. for you.” 

“moan f’me,” his lips get closer to your ear, eren’s eyes squeezing tight, jaw wide as he fucks your pussy open. 

“m-moaning for you, babyy-ah!”

“fuck it back f’me, act like you wanna get fucked,” eren growls in pleasure, his thrusts continuing.

“i’ll fuck it for you, fuck it for you,” you’re straight up sobbing now, rolling your ass back to meet his rough strokes, dripping down your inner thighs. you’d never been fucked this good before in your life. could have possibly been the chemistry, or the longing for him. “ooo-mnmg, i feel it.” 

eren smirks, his hands moving to encircle your throat. his grip tightens slightly, cutting off your air supply, his clothed chest on your back and the coldness from his silver chain tickling your flesh. “eren, ima cum again. k-keep it there.” 

your body shudders beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing as you feel your orgasm breaks through you, pussy clenching tightly around his cock and whimpering vehemently in his face, sobbing from your inability to withhold your orgasm as well as the overwhelming way he fucked you. 

“ren,” you weep, reaching your hand behind yourself to try to push his hips away. but he doesn’t budge. eren grips your wrist to bend it still behind your back, slowing his movements the last motive. 

“you came without me, baby. bad girl,” he tightens his grip on your wrist, giving an open mouthed kissed over the side of your face. 

a small cry fell from your lips. "s-sorry. fuck, rennie . . please.”

"please, what?” he grits his teeth, the shortest hairs in front sticking to his forehead while the others threaten to fall loose from the small bun on the back of his head. the silver bracelets on his wrist clanking as he yanks you back to meet his aggressive thrusts. 

"please, eren—s-slow. i’m sensitive.” 

"that's not my name. what's my fuckin’ my name, ꒰♡꒱?" he grunts dominantly, pressing a harsh kiss to your temple, knowing what he needs.

"s-shit—daddy, please!” 

despite your pleas, he keeps fucking you mercilessly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy with ease. the sensation of being buried within you is too intoxicating for him to stop.

“jus’ a little more, baby. please take it a lil more,” his hand lands heavily on your ass, slowing his thrusts a bit for your sake and to feel your pussy constrict and beg to swallow him deeper as he shifts his hips slightly back, the tip of his dick kissing your entrance before he’s shoving it back in. circling his hips, ass flexing and becoming apart of you, pushing him towards another climax. 

“ooo, you fuckin’ me so good.” 

“ ‘cause it’s you, ‘cause i love you.” 

with a final powerful thrust, eren buries himself deep inside you. his cock twitches within your pussy, reaching in between to pull his dick out just in time, spurting his cum directly on your backside. your scream is deafening, covering your mouth and grinding your ass back as you cum again, unsure how that’s fucking possible. your body betrayed you, acting as if you’ve never been fucked in your whole life. but, truth be told, you’ve never gotten fucked that deep, or that good. 

“fuck!” eren’s tone is deep, stroking his dick while his other hand held your ass, thrusting into his hand to draw out every ounce of cum you wanted out of him. eren nearly collapses onto you, panting heavily as he recovers from his orgasm, slowly softening but knowing he can go another round. maybe at your house this time.

he kisses your neck softly. “are you okay, love?”

you nod, heaving, mouth dry. trying to regain your vision. “y-yeah. m’good.”

before rolling off of you, he gives you another kiss before he’s climbing back into the drivers seat to pull his pants back up, fishing for a wipe inside of his center console. 

you’re laying on your stomach now, cheek resting on your arms as you catch your breath, eren smiling down at you, kissing your spine as he wipes up his mess. “so pretty, baby.” 

that makes you weaker than anything he’d just done to you, hiding your face within your arms, still looking at his gorgeous face. he loves you so much, it’s always been clear. you hate how long it’s taken you to realize that. 

“i don’t have to think on it,” you suddenly say, eren staring intensely. your lips curve into a smile. “i know i love you too. for a while now.” 

the sparkle in his eyes makes your heart absolutely melt. “for real?”

you nod. “yeah. my dream is to get you that big ass loft you want with the tall glass windows that overlook the city. decorate it how you want, be my pretty fuckin housewif—”

“shut. the. fuck. up,” eren sounds out, smushing your lips together so you wouldn’t see the redness in his face. of course you’d mock him. you giggle into his mouth, squeaking when he goes to tickle your hip, eren laughing when you turn to hit his arm. 

“seriously, eren, i hate that shit!” 

“blah, blah, blah. love you too.”

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[haechansdoll]

pamper - lee haechan x reader [smut]

Pairing : Lee Haechan x f!Reader

Description: It's just an innocent bath and massage from Haechan to his wife, Y/n along with some sexy action between them ;)

Warnings : sex.

Haechan knows that their anniversary isn’t for another few months, but if he can’t pamper the fuck out y/n whenever, then what is even the point of being in a relationship. He takes his title very seriously. ‘Husband” Married to a beautiful woman, meaning she deserves everything in the world. On a random Friday, he gathers a bouquet and y/n’s favorite takeout. The little things make their relationship ever-growing and get better by the day. Haechan loves to see the beaming smiles that grow on y/n’s beautiful face and the soft kisses on his lips when she comes into his arms for a long and meaningful hug.

So it’s no guess when Haechan decides that he wants to pamper y/n again but in a better way than ever before. Haechan is brilliant; he listens to y/n when she talks about things she has been thinking about for at least a few months. “A massage; maybe I should just set up an appointment.” Haechan then offers to do it for her, saying, “How about I call? You don’t have to worry about it any longer.” y/n is always surprised at the kind-hearted things her husband says to her. Haechan doesn’t schedule a massage for y/n. Instead, he takes the opportunity to fill the bathtub with hot water, but a few drops of lavender oil and a bath bomb for an extra measure into the mix. When he returns from the kitchen with a bottle of wine, the bath water has changed from clear to a gorgeous purple color with specks of sparkle everywhere.

He hears the door open with ease, and the recognizable heel sounds echo against the apartment walls. “Honey?” Haechan hears y/n shout, “Where are you?” Usually, Haechan greets his beautiful wife at the door, but instead, this time, he’s hidden away in the lavender-scented bathroom. Candles burn away as Haechan quickly gets up and finds his wife. “There you are. You are not going to believe the day I had,” y/n says to Haechan. “I bet I won’t, but how about you tell me when you get in the tub.” y/n isn’t sure what her husband said but follows his sweet guiding hand to their bathroom.

What awaits y/n has her almost automatically in tears. A hard day’s work washed away from the scent of lavender, and candle wicks burned in the air. “Oh, Haechan!” It comes out as a moan, a sigh of the day being over. “I’m glad you like it,” Haechan says softly while wrapping his arms around the front of her stomach, pulling her back flat against his chest. He presses soft and gentle kisses to her neck and cheek. Breathing in the sweet aroma in the air eases the both of them. “How about we get you undressed?” Haechan’s voice is soft and quiet, keeping the intimate nature of the room intact.

Haechan helps y/n unbutton the white blouse, gently sliding it down her arms as it lands in a small pile on the floor. Haechan falls to his knees next, searching for the small zipper at the back of y/n’s black pencil skirt. The material falls with ease down her hips and falls to her feet. y/n steps out and waits for her husband to undress the rest of her. Her panties and bra land in a different pile because y/n has taught her husband one thing: ‘Some clothes are delicate and can’t be washed with harsh materials like your jeans and jackets, Haechan.’

“Check the water and see if it’s warm enough, baby,” Haechan says to y/n and she dips her bare toes into the warm soothing water. She had no qualms with the temperature, so she stepped into the Tub and gracefully sat down into the relaxing hot steamy water.

The quiet of the bathroom and the little sounds of the sloshing water surrounding her are soothing. At first, Haechan doesn’t want to disturb the silence or comfort in the room, but he promises he’s listening to y/n’s day. “So you said something about your day, love?” His words are soft. y/n hums and then fills the room with her voice. She talks about her day, about that coworker who keeps piling her work onto y/n’s table. “Maybe it’s because I’m the head researcher, but I’m getting tired of taking this women’s shit.” Haechan does his best to calm his wife, rubbing gentle circles into her arms or pressing a few kisses into her ear.

Not until Haechan grabs the bottle of shampoo and starts to massage the roots of y/n’s hair does her fast words and frustration seem to ease away. Her head falls back, and her eyes flutter. y/n is in complete heaven. Haechan’s fingers move with great purpose over the scalp of his wife; every move he makes pushes y/n further into comfort. She doesn’t even notice the water dripping over her scalp to remove the shampoo or the silky feeling of Haechan’s condition-covered fingers falling into her hair. It’s not long after that when the water goes from warm to cold, way too cold for her to be comfortable.

So Haechan helps y/n out, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around y/n’s body. The soft, fluffy towel engulfs y/n in warmth. Little words are spoken because, well, honestly, they don’t need words. Nothing will ever truly express how Haechans’s heart thumps faster whenever y/n is in his arms or how y/n’s eyes twinkle when she’s looking up at him.

Then Haechan went down the hallway towards their bedroom with y/n following after him. Her Bare Feet padded across the Hardwood floor making soft slapping sounds as she elegantly strutted her way to the Bedroom.

When she arrives in the Bedroom y/n’s heart skips a beat, because Haechan has placed more candles in the bedroom and another soft towel on the bed. “I know you were talking about getting a massage, but I was thinking, how about you let me do that for you?” Haechan says. y/n is in complete and utter shock, a suitable type of shock that it takes her a few minutes to understand what Haechan has just said. “y/n?” The silence isn’t a bad sign to Haechan, but he wants to make sure he’s doing good so far. “It’s perfect.” y/n’s voice is quiet and timid. It’s almost as if she’s scared to tell Haechan that she loves all the nice things he does for her. A smile grows on Haechans’s face, and he guides her to the bed.

“You’re okay staying naked like this for me?” Haechan asks. y/n eagerly nods while waiting for her husband to guide her onto the plush bed. “Good, now come lay down on your stomach,” Haechan murmurs to y/n, and she follows his words. With that, y/n let her towel drop to the floor and got situated on the bed, her stomach lying flat on the towel and her arms crossed under her chin to support her head, but Haechan quickly adjusted her arms, setting them down to her sides instead.

y/n couldn’t see anything besides the bedside table and the front of the headboard, so she stuck to relying on her other senses. The sound of shuffling feet tells her that Haechan is no longer at her side but somewhere behind her. The next sound that has her skin lighting up with goosebumps is the recognizable sound of the top of a lid snapping open, and then the liquid is poured all over her legs. It starts at just the bend on her knee. The oil pooled and dripped down her skin, “I’m starting with your feet.” Haechan says quietly, “Always on them, workin’ yourself to death over those damn research projects. I think my girl just needs to relax once in a while.’ Haechan murmurs as his hand comes around one of y/n’s feet. His hands are covered in oil, making them slip over the curves and edges of y/n’s feet. He’s got a whole process, taking care of each foot with care and ease. He rubs delicate circles into the arches of her feet, and then his large thumb rubs mini circles into her soles. “Those heels are makin’ a mess of your pretty feet, y/n.” He says to her, but y/n isn’t listening anymore. She focuses on not giggling or cringing away from the touch due to how soft and feathery it is.

The feeling only gets worse when Haechan moves away from the soles of her feet to her tiny little toes. Get toes gets its attention. Her big to first, which is easy enough, but when Haechan manages to get to her last toe, y/n can’t help but burst out with little giggles. Haechan smiles with joy as he knows that this is what y/n has needed for a long time. A night where she doesn’t have to be on her feet and she’s being cared for by her wonderful, caring husband. Haechan kissed Both of her feet then his hands floated up, slipping over her feet and calves. He works with ease on each leg. Pressing his thick fingers into her skin, he works out the thigh muscles before moving on to another section. It isn’t long before he’s worked his calves to her thighs, where he can see the slight jiggle of her flesh at every pass of his large hand on her skin.

The oil runs out after he’s completed both of her thighs, so the clicking of the bottle brings y/n back to life. She’s been so at peace she’s pretty sure that at one point, she even fell asleep, which was sort of the whole point. Regardless, the oil pours down her spine, pooling at the base of her hips. y/n’s skin glistens under the candlelight as Haechan gets his hand oily again and works on y/n’s ass. Playing and teasing with the plush skin. “Haechan…” y/ns moans out with a sigh of contentment. Haechan only hums, moving on and up y/n’s spine. Meanwhile, Haechan is sitting on the top of y/n’s ass as he rubs the heel of his palm into a tough muscle in her back. With every hard squeeze of Haechans's hand on y/n's back, a moan or sigh falls from her lips, to which Haechan asks, “Did that feel good?” or  “I should do that again?” He never gets an actual answer, just another hum from y/ns' lips.

Haechan slides back down y/n’s frame, sitting back on her ankles. “y/n baby, you gotta roll over for me.” y/n’s motion is slowed down tenfold; she doesn’t move gracefully; instead, she moves over groggily. y/n may still be naked, but that didn’t mean Haechan wanted to make her uncomfortable. y/ns eyes are open now, looking up at her handsome husband. “Well, hello, beautiful,” Haechan mutters, a soft smile on her features. “Hello, handsome.” She replies, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can I touch you, y/n?” He asks, and she nods. “You can touch me anywhere.” She says softly as his hands come up to grab at her hips.

Haechan bends down to slip one of y/ns’ tits into his large hand, squeezing and massaging at the supple skin. Her nipples are tight and stiff as his thumb grazes over the flesh. It’s not until Haechan’s mouth rounds, the skin of her tit, her moans start to fall from her lush lips. Her moans don’t fall on deaf ears; instead, he sucks harder, licking his tongue over the nipple, encouraging her to be louder for him. He sucks until y/n is nearly pulling him off of her tit, and then he takes the other in his mouth, giving just as much attention to it. y/n’s hands fall to Haechan’s hair as she pulls him in for rough teeth, a gnashing kiss. “I love you,” y/n whispers against Haechans’s lips before he descends her body and her legs open up for him. Her legs lay over his shoulders as he pressed sweet kisses into her flesh. Kisses are stringed against her stomach, then her thighs and inner thighs, before a soft and gentle kiss is laid atop her clit; from there, it’s like being in heaven.

Haechan starts to suck and give kitten licks to her clit as his two longer fingers probe at her entrance. Nudging at her spongy walls, warm and wet for him. He never once looked away from y/n, their eyes on each other as y/n sat up on her elbows to keep her eyes on Haechan and where they met. Her mouth falls open as his thickest fingers press into her womb, pumping in and out to massage her gummy walls. Haechan’s fingers are covered with her wetness, and y/n’s clit is swollen and red from the attack of his lips and tongue. Her wetness and Haechans’s droll cover his chin when he comes up for air. y/n’s moans fill the air around the two of them, her hands finding his scalp and pulling him back down to continue his attack on her sensitive clit, waiting, yearning to reach her orgasms.

The quick thrusts of Haechans’s fingers and the fast licks on his tongue on her clit push her over the edge as her fingers grab at the short hair of his scalp, and she screams out with pleasure. “FUck! Haechan,” Her walls squeeze him tightly as she gushes over them. As she rides her high Haechans licks are gentle, and the pumps of his fingers are softer, letting her ride out her orgasms longer. “Such a messy girl,” Haechan says into her skin as he slips his fingers out of her cunt; he doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he brings them up to his lips and sucks them. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Haechan falls next to her, and they lay there trying to catch their breath before y/n rolls over her hips, falling over Haechan, and she pulls him up for a passionate long kiss.

Nothing rough in the kiss, but her lips are soft, and so are Haechans as they meddle together in each other embrace. Haechan grips her tightly in his arms, keeping her there when their lips fall apart. When y/n rolls her hips, and her wet cunt rolls over Haechan’s impressive hard-on, he stops her. “Not tonight, y/n. Let’s just go to sleep.” y/n tries to argue with him, “But I wanna make you feel good, Haechan.” He smiles and presses his forehead against hers. “You do. Now go to bed, and you can treat me to something in the morning.” Haechan says as a yawn falls from his lips, squeezing y/n tighter to his chest, keeping her in his forever-tight grip.

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[moonhoures]

First Time For Everything

🕷️ kinktober — day 27: squirting 🕸️

pairing: soyeon (g-idle) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, wlw relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting

word count: ~890

synopsis: your gf makes you squirt for the first time 💦

posted: october 31, 2023

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“Never?”

“Never.”

“Well now I just feel like you’re challenging me.”

Your girlfriend couldn’t believe it. You had never squirted before. She was in genuine disbelief at what she was hearing. Then again, she couldn’t believe you had only been with two other people before her. Honestly, she was shocked she bagged you in the first place. To her, you were a goddess—and she made sure to treat you like one. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why you hadn’t squirted with her yet.

“I didn’t even think it was a real thing. When I looked it up online they had discourses about if squirting was an actual liquid or just like . . . pee, or something.”

Your beautiful girlfriend laughed that candy sweet laugh that made your heart flutter, “No, it’s definitely real. I’m kinda bummed I haven’t made you do it yet. I feel like my skills are being doubted.”

“Maybe my body just can’t do it?” you wondered.

“Well, we could always find out,” you looked to her with wide eyes, but she simply smirked at you before pouncing on you with those irresistible lips of hers. After a moment of kissing her, you pulled away. Her roommate had just left not too long ago, and you weren’t sure when she would be back, “Wait, we shouldn’t. Miyeon could come back any minute.”

“She has work,” Soyeon retorted, already diving in to finish the hickey she had started on the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and groaned, and you felt her wicked grin against your skin. She knew exactly what she was doing to you.

Always the ever-determined woman she is, she had managed to get you right where she wanted you. You lied down on her bed, your head resting in the plush of her pillows as she left teasing kisses between your thighs. You made it a point to stare at the ceiling because if you looked down you would see your gorgeous girlfriend staring up at you with those tantalizing eyes that made you weak in the knees. But she loved when you made eye contact with her, so she got your attention the only ways she knew how.

“Oh my God!” you gasped out loud as you felt the sudden intrusion of her tongue deep between your folds. No prep or anything. Right down to business. Soyeon was making it very clear that she had an objective, and neither of you were moving on until she completed her little mission.

Her manicured fingernails dug into your thighs as they constricted around her head. They pulled them away so that she could continue to lick you with ardor, the familiar taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her nose bumped below your clit with every movement of her head. You felt like you could cum just from that.

“Just relax,” she cooed to you before sticking two of her fingers into her mouth to get them wet, “Let go for me.”

You nodded as you melted back against her bed, your fingers clutching onto the duvet underneath you as you felt her fingers enter you. Her fingers weren’t long, but you could tell she was thrusting them as deeply as she could. Over a few minutes, her pace quickened and she focused her fingertips on the spongey texture that lied deep within your walls. You were already soaking her fingers just from how wet you were, but she was aiming for so much more. So she set her target on that one spot and kept at it, hooking her fingers and thrusting them in and out. As she felt you pulsing around her, she leaned down and sucked your clit between her lips, sucking them in just the way she knew you liked. And as if the moment couldn’t get any better, she hummed, the vibrations sending you reeling.

It felt . . . different. This wasn’t the same as when you usually came. There was a slightly different feeling, like your body had become frozen as the pleasure coursed through you. Then you felt it—the liquid flooding between your thighs. Your eyes rolled and your back arched. Your fingers went to Soyeon’s head. You held her right in that spot until it all became too much. Then, you started pushing her away.

She came up from between your legs, a prideful smile on her lips as well as the glistening of your juices on her face. She wore it like a medal, not at all in a rush to wipe it away.

“You did it,” she praised you, caressing your leg, “How did it feel?”

“Good,” you replied, chest heaving from the deep breaths you took. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows. You suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that you—and a large spot on her sheets—were drenched, “I’m sorry for making a mess.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes and playfully poked your forehead with her finger, making you fall back against her pillows, “You just made my ego so big. I couldn’t care less about these sheets.”

You bashfully smiled, “Oh no, that head of yours is already too big.”

“But I’m your big head,” she reminded you, hovering over you to tenderly kiss your lips.

“You are.”

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Helping Hands

This is a sequel to my previous story 'A Helping Hand'. I hadn't planned on making a sequel but it seemed to be a hit and there were a lot of votes for who the biggest bitch was so it made sense that the winner would get a story of their own. Enjoy!

It had only been a week since Chad had accidentally turned into Chantelle, a bitchy gorgeous brat, but it had been enough time for her to cement her place as the Queen bee. She had beauty and ambition and was intent on getting what she wanted.

It had helped that the former most popular girl of school, his ex-girlfriend Millie was now a shell of herself. It was bad enough that her beauty had made Chad into Chantelle, but the cherry on top was that she couldn't help but be infatuated with what a bitch Chantelle was thanks to the main person responsible for this whole mess, Maddy.

Maddy had only wanted to become Chad's perfect woman, his equal but instead the magic spell she had gotten had backfired and made Chad into his own perfect woman. Chantelle was a force to be reckoned with.

Every hallway she strutted down felt like a runway, her high heels clicking with an authority that echoed through the school. Her new body, a perfect blend of seductive curves and striking features, drew every eye and silenced every whisper. Chad had used his strength as his weapon but Chantelle used her beauty to get what she wanted.

Millie and Maddy were now Chantelle's loyal simps, dedicated to doing anything she asked. However most of that involved debasing themselves in public for Chantelle's enjoyment. Millie's old friends had at first watched in horror as their former cheerleading head embarrassed herself day after day but they were soon corrupted to Chantelle's side and took pleasure in watching Millie play the fool.

"We can't keep going on like this." Maddy said one day to Millie while Chantelle was off fucking one of the football players.

"Keep it down, you don't want her to hear do you?" Millie replied with a whisper.

"That's the god damn problem! I do want her to hear. I want her to punish me. I want her to call me names and pull my hair! I'm so infatuated with her and I can't help it." Maddy said frustrated.

"I know. Trust me." Millie said, having the same desires. Suddenly the door burst open and Chantelle strutted in. Her hair slightly askew because of the sex she was coming from but still looking like a million dollars.

"Millie, lick the cum out of my pussy at once! I have a hot date tonight with Derek and I want my clit to sparkle." Chantelle commanded and Millie dutifully crawled over to her mistress' open legs and began to lick as Maddy watched on jealously.

"Well don't just stand there loser, come her and rub my tits." Chantelle growled at Maddy who quickly leapt to her feet. Chantelle was in ecstasy.

However, as the weeks passed, the thrill of her absolute power began to wane. The excitement of watching Millie and Maddy do anything she commanded was no longer enough. She had practically fucked every guy in school now and had every other girl in the palm of her hand. Chantelle craved a new challenge, something to stir her jaded heart.

That's when she made Maddy tell her about magic. Maddy after all had bought the spell that had made Chantelle in the first place, surely there could be some magic out there that could fulfil her new needs. Chantelle herself wouldn't bother herself with delving into the dark arts, no that's what a lacky was for.

"I found something. This spell… it's supposed to create a worthy adversary for you." Maddy said coming back days later, with a magic book in hand.

Chantelle raised an eyebrow at Maddy. While this wasn't what she had in mind, a wicked idea began to sprout. Snatching the book from Maddy's hands, she flipped through the pages, making note of certain spells.

"This will do perfectly. Millie! Come here at once!" Chantelle yelled. Millie ran in quickly from another room and stood next to Maddy obediently.

"Girls I have a gift for you two. With this spellbook I will create a link from you to your bitchy selves in another reality. Realities where each of you is the apex predator. It's hard to believe I know, but I am going to siphon their power directly to you, creating formidable adversaries for me at last." Chantelle smirked as the two girls looked at each with a mixture of hope and worry.

Chantelle's fingers traced the ancient symbols on the page as she began chanting the incantation. The room filled with a strange, pulsating energy, and the air crackled with a dark magical force.

A vortex of light and shadow enveloped Maddy and Millie, lifting them off their feet. They felt a surge of power flow through them, a raw, unfiltered strength that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Their eyes glowed with a new intensity, their bodies vibrating with the energy of their alternate selves.

Memories of their alternate selves flooded their minds. They were ruthless and cruel, beautiful and sexy. They were matched by no other, just the way they liked it.

Chantelle watched with satisfaction as the spell took hold, her lips curling into a triumphant smile as the bodies of the two girls began to change. Their breasts heaved out, their lips plumped up. Even though they were floating in the air, their posture took on an undeniable bitchy stance.

As the changes slowed, they lowered back to the ground. They radiated confidence and power, their former meekness replaced by an air of dominance. They were now Madison and Amelia.

"Welcome girls, together we are going to have a lot of fun." Chantelle purred. Madison and Amelia however looked at Chantelle with disdain.

"We don't have to do shit for you anymore bitch. In fact Amelia, how about we teach this slut a few lessons." Madison said with a grin towards her new bitchy bestie.

"Couldn't agree more babe." Amelia replied, stepping forward with an intimidating presence.

Chantelle smirked, unphased by their rebellion. "I expected as much." She said, opening the spellbook once more. Quickly flipping to the earmarked page, she began chanting a new spell, her voice steady and commanding. The air grew heavy with magic, and a strange force began to pull at Madison and Amelia.

"What the hell is this?" Madison exclaimed, struggling against the invisible pull.

"Chantelle what are you doing?!" Amelia cried out, trying to resist the force dragging her towards Chantelle.

Chantelle cackled evilly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Did you really think I wanted two bitches to challenge me? No, I just wanted two evil bitches to add to my power." She taunted as Madison and Amelia were pulled closer, despite their desperate struggles. The moment they made contact, their bodies were absorbed into Chantelle's with a slurping sound.

Chantelle groaned out in pleasure as she felt herself changing, becoming even more beautiful, strong, and powerful. Her already impressive tits grew into two enormous breasts that were barely being held in my her clothes.

He facial features took on sharper more defined lines, accenting not only her beauty but her intensity. She knew in an instant that she would strike fear into all that looked upon her. Her skin glowed with an ethereal radiance as she felt the combined power of her adversaries enhancing her own abilities.

Chantelle stood tall, her transformation complete. She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers and feeling the immense power coursing through her veins. She was now an unstoppable force, a true goddess among mortals. With a wicked smile, she whispered to herself. "Let the real fun begin."

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Just like them

With Hantengus clones♡ AHHH THIS IS PROBABLY THE CUTEST IDEA I CAME UP WITH

Warnings: female bodied reader, demon reader, harpy reader (on Urogi's part), reader is mentioned to have darker skin and thicker hair, slightly suggestive(?), fluff, mention of other uppermoons

Aizetsu

Aizetsu met you through douma. He found you, a demon with skin more melanated and one horn who didn't like to be around humans or demons. Douma decided to introduce you to a demon who is similar to you. His name is Aizetsu

Aizetsu's first impression of you was just as negative as yours. "You're not an upper rank? You must've run into some strong slayers... how sad," he frowned. You frowned as well. "It's a pity, but you're an upper rank, meaning you'd have to run into the hashira... it's terrifying, isn't it?" You look up at Aizetsu as his eyebrows knit at your response

Aizetsu decided to listen to douma on taking you in. Not just because douma is an upper rank, but because he didn't think he'd feel some happiness to be around another demon like him, it felt like a gift. He introduced you to his brothers, but you've always been quiet around them, feeling envy you can't have emotions like that too

Aizetsu was calm like you, which made you feel safer around him. The two of you would relate a lot to each other, which brought you closer, "I hate when Sekido yells at me. He's so mean, " you say with tears filling your water line. Aizetsu comes closer to you, also having the same sad expression, "me too... but I'd never yell at you, " he says and cups your cheek

Aizetsu only smiled around you, not all the time but once in a while. "Can we stay together forever? I don't want you to leave me, " he said with a trembling voice, holding back tears. "I can't leave you. My heart would break," you said, hugging him tightly and crying, making Aizetsu hug you back, crying as well

Sekido

Sekido met you, though, akaza. Despite akaza hating anyone weaker than him, he had some respect for Upper Moon 4 and found a demon, you who's a lot like Sekido

Sekido and you would bump heads a lot since both of you are easily angered and didn't take any shit from each other. "I'm much stronger than you! How dare you speak to me like that, let alone make that face at me, " he says, raising his voice. You snarl. "And how dare you, a man, speak to a woman like me like that. I don't give a damn if you're stronger. " You raise your voice back

Sekido gets very frustrated with you since he met someone who had the same level as anger as him, but oddly, that drew him closer to you. He couldn't help but smirk whenever you'd boss his brothers around and called them out on their stupidity. Finally, he'd met someone with common sense even if you were a pain in his ass

Sekido would always bring up how he's stronger and would kill you at any time he wished, but it always ends up being empty threats because he actually felt some enjoyment having you around

Sekido makes sure he's alone with you to hold your hand and look away from you. "The fuck are you doing now?" You said looking at him "Shut up. I'm just enjoying you're presents around me. Stupid woman, " he says, and you see his ears turning red. You chuckle "I enjoy your presents too, you stupid man"

Karaku

Karaku had met you through gyokko. You reminded him of another demon he knew and decided to bring you back to meet him, and boy, were you excited to meet the demon named Karaku

Karaku loved you immediately, and you loved him right back. "Wow, you're gorgeous! I haven't met any other demons with this skin tone as me and my brothers" Karaku laughs, having his arm around you. "Why thank you, and your hair is thick like mine too. It's very handsome if i might say"

Karaku and you would flirt back and forth even in front of his brothers, which would make sekido yell at you both. If you went on missions with Karaku and his brothers, you would get scolded just as much as Karaku by sekido for giving each other the most wicked ideas just for "fun" instead of taking your fights with slayers seriously

Karaku had a habit of always sticking his tounge at you if you ever got mad or upset to cheer you up and you couldn't help but always smile sticking your tounge out back at him and even sometimes putting your tounge on his making you both laugh

Karaku likes to cuddle with you under the moonlight alone. You have your arms around him as well with smile and close your eyes, resting your head on his chest. "I love you. Can i be your girlfriend?" You ask bluntly but still feeling flustered at your own question. "You were mine from the start, pretty girl"

Urogi

Urogi had a fight with his brothers for the first time ever and flew out of the house for a while to clear his head that day, but he never regretted that because he met you

Urogi was shocked to meet you but was really happy. "Wow! I never met a male harpy! your eyes say upper 4" You gasped and clenched your claws together and covered your mouth "Wow you're an upper rank! That's so freaking cool, dude!". The rush of excitement came to Urogi, and he had the biggest smile on his face. "I don't know what a harpy is, but yeah! And me? You look so freaking cool, too! Your wings are gorgeous!"

Urogi made it his priority to meet up with you after that day whenever he was done a mission and sometimes even brought you around his brothers. His favorite thing to do with you was to lock your talons together and fly high in the night sky

Urogi loved how you felt just as much joy in fighting humans as him and would even made it a game to torture random demon slayers you'd find and play catch with them with your bird like feet in the sky, laughing at their screams

Urogi is a big cuddler and didn't miss the chance to cuddle with you since you loved to cuddle to but never found the right demon to do that with until you met him. You two would be cuddling, facing each other with your arms and legs wrapped around each other and your wings covering you both. "Hey, stay with me forever. I don't think I'd feel joy if you left. I'm strong. I can protect you, " he says."I wasn't planning on flying anywhere with you, " you smiled.

[tinycoffeeroom]

podcast crush | arthur hill

face claim: steph bohrer ♡

request: here !

requested: Hey just wondering if you could maybe write something like either Arthur’s girlfriend or crush goes on the podcast and it’s just like cute fluff or Arthur’s girlfriend supporting him at Leeds festival and like calming him down hahah no worries if not x

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y/nstagram on a date, do you think he's nervous?

andrew_spanndy rue, when was this ↳ y/nstagram andrew, baby, you weren't supposed to find out like this... ↳ max_balegde can you blame me? look at her xx ↳ andrew_spanndy i'm just mad i wasn't invited 😞 ↳ y/nstagram next time it's just you and me babygirl 💗 ♥️ andrew_spanndy

arthurnfhill i would do the same thing ↳ y/nstagram awww you flatter me xx ↳ fan my parents who don't know they're my parents and aren't together but should be

fan y/n is so gorgeous please i am on my KNEES

fan not arthur flirting in her comments AGAIN can y'all just kiss or smth

arthurtv what did you say to make him do that? 😭 ↳ y/nstagram wdym i just looked hot and it happened ↳ arthurtv humble as always y/n ↳ y/nstagram ok mr "posts topless selfies to distract from his lack of rizz" ↳ fan gagged a lil ↳ arthurtv :((((((( ↳ y/nstagram i'm sorry pooks, you know ily xx

georgeclarkeey so... getting you on the pod when? ↳ y/nstagram you couldn't afford my fee x ↳ max_balegde your fees a redbull and a blue razz vape ↳ y/nstagram unprovoked??? ↳ max_balegde THE LAST PICTURE SAYS OTHERWISE???

mummysboypod we could afford your fee y/n (heart) ↳ y/nstagram i'd do it for free for lisa xx ↳ lisahull_hill y/n my lovely girl ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram absolutely adore you ❤️ ↳ arthurnfhill can't believe my mum loves y/n more than me ↳ fan 🤨 ↳ arthurnfhill more than she loves me* oops ↳ fan ur not slick arthur.

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y/nstagram charitably graced his podcast and he thanks me by mocking my poses 🙄

fan EP OUT WHEN??? ↳ y/nstagram mummysboypod? ↳ mummysboypod next week! :)

fan WHERE IS LISA???? ↳ y/nstagram the lisa pics are for me and me only ↳ lisahull_hill silly girl, we all know the real reason why i'm not on here! ↳ fan LISA SPILL PLEASE ↳ lisahull_hill you'll have to wait for next weeks podcast! :P

arthurnfhill maybe i just thought it was a snazzy pose ↳ y/nstagram hmm ofc you did 🙄 ↳ arthurnfhill full of attitude today aren't you 🤨 ↳ y/nstagram who me? 😇

fan MUMMYS BOY POD WITH Y/N I DREAMED OF DAYS LIKE THIS

fan i need y/n biblically ♥️ arthurnfhill ↳ fan like i said before ur not slick arthurnfhill

bachandarthur us next? 🥺 ↳ y/nstagram anything for my pookies 🫶 ↳ arthurtv don't bother

MUMMYS BOY PODCAST WITH Y/N L/N TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT

LISA: So, my sweet Y/N, how have you been? Y/N: I've been good! My youtube and tiktok have been taking off so it's been a bit hectic! LISA: Oh yes, I forgot you did the tikkytokky thing like Arthur. [ARTHUR AND Y/N LAUGH AT LISA SOFTLY] Y/N: Yes, I do the tikkytokky thing. It took a while to find my niche but I think I've finally found my place on there. LISA: I asked Arthur to help me set up an account so I could follow you. I love seeing your, oh, what are they called, Arthur? ARTHUR: Get ready with me's? LISA: Yes, that. You're always so happy, it makes me want to just... [LISA REACHES ACROSS TO PINCH Y/N'S CHEEK] ARTHUR: Mum, please unhand our guest. LISA: [LAUGHS] Y/N doesn't mind, do you sweetie? Y/N: Of course not! If it was Arthur on the other hand... ARTHUR: Ah yes, it's bully Arthur hour again. [LISA AND Y/N LAUGH] Y/N: What else are we supposed to do?

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LISA: Oh, sweetie, before I forget, I still have the book you leant me last week! Y/N: The Song of Achilles? How did you find it? ARTHUR: I got a phone call of her crying her eyes out, you wicked woman. I thought something bad had happened! Y/N: Something bad did happen! They kept Achilles and Patroclus apart for so long... LISA: Oh, don't! You'll set me off again! I'm too scared to ask you for another recommendation! Y/N: [LAUGHS] I promise the next one won't be so sad! I just finished Romancing Mr Bridgerton which I think you'll really like! You've read the first Bridgerton book, haven't you? LISA: Oh yes, I loved it! Which sibling is the one you just finished? Y/N: It's Colin and Penelope! LISA: Their season is coming out soon, isn't it? Are you still coming round to watch it? Y/N: Where else would I be?! I've already planned the drinks and snacks for our Bridgerton marathon! ARTHUR: Can we not recommend regency porn to my mother in front of me? Y/N: And how do you know it's regency porn, Mr Hill? You told me you hadn't watched it. LISA: He wanted to know more about it since he knows you love it so much. ARTHUR: Mum! [LISA AND Y/N LAUGH AS ARTHUR LOOKS SCANDALISED] LISA: Oh, sorry, was I not supposed to say that? Y/N: How sweet of you Arthur, maybe you should come watch the new season with me and Lisa? ARTHUR: I refuse to watch the carriage scene in the company of my mother. [Y/N SQUEALS WHILST LISA BATS HER ARM] Y/N: So you've read the books? [SILENCE] ARTHUR: Ok, maybe I did...

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LISA: You know, Y/N, you're such a lovely girl. Beautiful face, amazing personality and limitless prospects, how are you still single? Surely the guys must be beating down your door. Y/N: Thank you for that stellar review Lisa [LAUGHS]. Honestly, I'm quite happy with what I have at the moment! My careers taking off, I'm doing things I could only dream of and visiting places that are all over my pinterest boards. i'm not exactly looking for a relationship, but if one came along I wouldn't be opposed to seeing where things go! ARTHUR: Mum - LISA: [SHUSHES ARTHUR] so if you were looking for someone, what do you look for? Y/N: Why? Do you have someone in mind for me? [LAUGHS] [LISA SHRUGS] Y/N: Well I guess, if I had to choose, I'd love someone family oriented. I love my family more than anything on this earth so it would be nice to find someone who has the same ideals as me. Someone kind, of course, warm and funny. Someone with hobbies and passions we share but also separate ones so we can have our independence. The appearance really doesn't matter to me, I'm more someone who leans into personality. But, I mean, if they were smoking hot, it wouldn't hurt! [LAUGHS] LISA: And your hobbies are...? Y/N: Why do I feel like I'm on take me out or something? [LAUGHS] I like music and craft... Hiking is fun sometimes! I have to include reading as well!. [LAUGHS] I also like visiting museums and art galleries. And, of course, makeup! LISA: Arthur likes art galleries too, he took me to the Tate Modern the other week to show me the new exhibit! Y/N: [SHOCKED EXPRESSION] without me? Arthur, how could you? ARTHUR: Oh, so now I can speak? Also, you said you were busy! LISA: You also like hiking, don't you Arthur? I remember all the selfies you sent me when you were in LA. ARTHUR: I do... where is this going, Mum? Y/N: Yeah, where is this going Lisa? [LAUGHS] LISA: [SHRUGS] Nowhere, was just making some observations.

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y/nstagram bridgerton s3 pt 1 watch party with MOTHER ❤️ (lisa makes the best snack tables, i'm moving in immediately)

lisahull_hill there's always a bedroom here for you sweet y/nnie ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram lisa i'll cry right now, i love you 🥹

arthurnfhill that was the most awkward 4 episodes of my life ↳ y/nstagram i am so sorry (not) for laughing at your expression in ep 4 ↳ fan Y/N HOW DID HE REACT TO THE CARRIAGE SCENE ↳ y/nstagram he got up and walked out the room, we had to stop the show we were Howling ↳ arthurnfhill i will never forgive you for this ↳ lisahull_hill it's just a bit of sex arthur, grow up 😆

fan lisa loves her daughter (in law) ♥️ lisahull_hill, y/nstagram ↳ fan ur delusional (i believe you) ↳ fan real! ↳ fan i love her daughter (in law) too

fan y/n i NEED to know where that corset is from!!!! ↳ y/nstagram i got it from amazon, one sec i'll dm you the link 💓 ↳ fan everyone's favourite girl's girl

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arthurnfhill absolutely no reason why i'm uploading this specific set of pics :)

arthurtv bro is smoking hot

georgeclarkeey absolutely fuckin smoking babes

chrismd phwoar did it just get hot in here or is it me

italianbach who's this hottie over here? one could say he is smokin'

fan the gang hyping arthur up im SCREAMING

fan not him shooting his shot over ig... just message her my guy

fan museums ✅ family oriented ✅ music ✅ reading ✅ y/n please put him out of his misery

fan he wants y/n so bad but jokes on him so do we

fan y/nstagram please come get your man... ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram please it's painful at this point ↳ fan y/nstagram

y/nstagram ??? wait you like me??? ↳ fan come the fuck on y/n he's fancied you for MONTHS ↳ y/nstagram ???!!!!!! i did not know????? ↳ arthurnfhill my mum has literally been trying to get us together for ages ↳ fan put him out of his misery PLEASE ↳ y/nstagram lisahull_hill ???!!!! elaborate lisa??? ↳ lisahull_hill oh he likes you a lot, i do too, that instagram user wasn't wrong when they said i love my daughter (in law)

y/nstagram come over right now. ↳ arthurnfhill 🫡🫡 ↳ fan WE WANT TO KNOW TOO???? Y/N SHARE WITH THE AUDIENCE????

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y/nstagram smoking hot ✅ funny ✅ family oriented ✅ likes music and crafts (he made the tshirt and mug) ✅ kind and warm ✅ perfect boyfriend material if you ask me

fan OHHHH HOW I PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THIS

georgeclarkeey idk about funny? ↳ y/nstagram ur just salty i took ur man ↳ georgeclarkeey he may be your boyfriend but it's MY bed he comes home to xx

arthurtv HE'S ONLY GONE AND DONE IT LADS!!!!! ♥️ arthurnfhill, y/nstagram

chrismd maybe now he'll shut the fuck up about how pretty you are ↳ arthurnfhill jokes on you i'm about to double down ↳ chrismd i need to move out so bad

arthurnfhill the penelope to my colin 💚 ↳ y/nstagram come back rn i need to kiss you

fan he's pulled off the heist of the century!!!! ♥️ arthurnfhill

fan my gf's not my gf anymore :(

lisahull_hill my sleuthing works wonders! ↳ y/nstagram love you lisa ❤️ ↳ lisahull_hill arthur was right, i do love you more than him ↳ arthurnfhill MUM??? (understandable)

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Hearts On Fire

A/N: I completely adored writing this—like OMG!!! I just wanted to thank my bestie, @amariiyagurl , before diving into the story since she was the one who gave me the wonderful idea. Once again, I really, really enjoyed writing it, so thank you, girlie!!🤎🧡 Art(s) by: mariammew2 & Pinkiemme

🐴staring: BountyHunterMiguel O’Hara x Fem!SassyVaquera

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“What do ya want from me? To see me lose control? To go against my damn duties?!” The hunter shouted, his face trembling in uncontrollable anger. “What ya find pleasure in that? Seeing me lose my shit?”  

“Why, yes indeed..."

🐮summary: Miguel O’Hara is a ruthless and cold bounty hunter of the Wild West, renowned for his sharp wit, perfect aim, and unprecedented tracking skills. He never cared about the outlaws he arrested, sometimes even killed. It was merely business in his eyes, nothing more.

It wasn’t until you revealed your beautiful face as an outlaw of the Wild West that the hunter found himself completely smitten by your gorgeous smile, ravishing body, and sharp tongue, which he both loved and hated.

But you were an outlaw, and he, a bounty hunter. 

You and he were like water and oil.

You didn’t mix…

Or so it seemed…

🐴tw/cw: Bed-Sharing, Big Dick Miguel, Bondage, Butt Groping,  Cock Bulge, Desperation, Dirty Talk, Doggystyle, Forbidden love, Late 1800s, Missionary, Multiple Orgasms, NFSW,  Olfactophilla, Praises, Rough Sex, Squirting, Temperature Play (If you squint), Western Themed, Wild-West Base, 19th-Century

🍺Pet names: Cariño (Darling), Querida (Dear), Miel (Honey), Vaquera (Cowgirl), Bebè (Baby), Princesa (Princess), 

     🤎Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

 🌵 Word Count: 14.4k words 

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"Mierda!"

The curse fell from the lips of the notorious bounty hunter, Miguel O’Hara, upon dodging yet another set of flying bullets being shot at him. He growled, straightening up on his saddle and giving the reins of his ebony horse a sharp snap, pressing the spurs of his boots into its side to urge his adored stallion faster.

He couldn’t let you get away again. 

Not this time...

Miguel O’Hara was a famous bounty hunter who was known throughout the Wild West for his reputation as a relentless tracker and unmatched sharpshooter. The mere mention of his name struck fear into the hearts of outlaws, knowing that if you had a hefty price and were on the bounty hunter’s list, you were as good as captured, or in some cases… 

Dead.

Although Miguel had an infamous reputation of being the end of many ruthless and cunning outlaws, there was one that always managed to slip through his fingers…

You.

Y/N, the vaquera with the excellent aim, sexy body, and witty tongue always seemed to continuously evade his capture. He couldn’t help but despise the woman just as much as he secretly admired her.

It was always that damn mouth of hers…

She could sweet-talk and charm almost anyone, even the infamous bounty hunter, which was the reason behind his countless missed arrests of the beautiful vaquera.

But not today.

Miguel was going to make sure of it.

"Vamos, Xian! Vamos!" Miguel shouted to his horse, his body leaning forward as his black stallion snorted in response, her hooves thudding faster against the rocky and dry terrain of the desert. Miguel's black durst coat blew behind him in the wind as his mahogany eyes were trained on your figure, riding upon your horse just a few miles ahead.

A wicked smirk spread across the hunter’s lips upon getting closer to you.

‘You aren’t getting away this time.’

Miguel thought, effortlessly, he hoisted his iconic steel six-shooter from its holster, aiming the long barrel directly at you, who was galloping at lightning speed to escape the notorious bounty hunter. With a click of his thumb upon the hammer to cock the gun, he didn’t hesitate to shoot, pulling the trigger.

Only for a second, the piercing sound of the bullet’s release reverberated through the desert, to be followed with a frustrated snarl from the hunter at the sight of you dodging it.

You let out a gasp, one hand flying up to clutch your brown wide-brimmed hat to keep it from flying away, just as you veered your horse to the left to avoid the passing bullet.

You glanced over your shoulder with a taunting smirk on your cherry lips, the sight only making Miguel’s blood boil. “Stop fuckin’ runnin'!” He bellowed, his gruff voice full of rage with a potent Western and Latino accent.

A soft laugh passed your lips at him. “Stop chasin’ me then!” You shouted back with an amused smile that almost took Miguel’s breath away; but in that brief moment of awe, he didn’t notice when the attractive vaquera pulled her gun out, firing at him once more.

His attempt at dodging the bullet was unsuccessful as a loud whine from his horse filled the desert.

“Xina!”

Miguel exclaimed in shock and worry, feeling his stallion stagger in her steps and begin to slow down. His mahogany eyes snapped up to see you getting further away from him, Xina’s whimpers of pain bringing his attention back to his wounded horse as he knew she wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.

Not in this state…

At that revelation, irritation filled Miguel's being. “Shit! I almost had her!” He hissed in frustration, watching the beautiful vaquera ride off into the distance. He clenched the reins of his horse tightly, trying to calm his anger.

“I’ll find you again, Cariño. 

I promise you…”

It was now evening, and you were sitting inside a saloon in a town you'd encountered, enjoying a nice glass of whiskey after your successful getaway from the infamous bounty hunter.

“Another glass, and keep ‘em comin’,” you exclaimed to the bartender with a grin as he poured you another glass of the alcoholic drink.

You smiled, bringing the whiskey to your lips when you, suddenly, felt something hard press into your side. You winced at the sensation of the solid object being jabbed harshly into your ribs before a warm and overpowering presence came over you.

"Holler or make any sudden moves, and I’ll gladly put a bullet in ya.”

You bit your lip, instantly recognizing the deep voice of the owner of the gun currently prodding into your inner organs. “Why, if it ain’t Miguel O’Hara. It’s nice to see ya again.” You chuckled in a breathy tone due to the piercing pain, watching the large bounty hunter take a seat on a wooden stool beside you at the bar. His grip on his gun seemed to tighten after your greeting.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips at the sight of the massive, stoic Latino.

Miguel O’Hara was a hunter you’ve never met before—so determined, stern, and versatile. He was honestly a jack of all trades, and one that had greatly piqued your interest upon encountering him for the first time six months ago.

Dressed like a shadow, he was adorned in his usual attire of a black durst coat, collared shirt, pants, and black sturdy boots. A wide-brimmed hat, with a skull, also sat upon his head of coffee-brown curls and tanned, rugged features.

Instantly upon meeting his cold mahogany orbs, you knew he’d be fun to play with—more than the other hunters. But you had to admit, the Latino didn’t get his great reputation senselessly.

He always gave you a run for your money—just like now…

You peered at the silent bounty hunter, trying to suppress the urge to wince from his gun still poking into your side. Your eyes roamed his face, taking in his hardened expression of a clenched jaw and permanent scowl that could curdle milk. His mahogany eyes, hooded by his black hat, traced your seated figure.

You could see the conflict occurring behind those enchanting orbs of his.

He was trying to make sense of you, but he simply couldn’t…

In all of Miguel’s years of being a bounty hunter, you always seemed to surprise him. With a loaded gun pressed into your side that could be fired any moment, you didn’t seem a bit fazed.

He’d seen outlaws that practically shit their pants at being held at gunpoint, yet you continued to drink your whiskey and kick your legs under the table like you were enjoying a nice lil’ ride on a wagon.

The bounty hunter was secretly impressed, but that damn taunting smirk of yours was working his last nerve.

“I can’t say the same 'bout you, chica,” he bluntly replied, leaning in close, as you instsntly felt his anger radiating from his body.

“You not only robbed that fuckin’ train, but you shot my damn horse.” He spat harshly, his voice full of malice. His gun dug deeper into your side, and his face was so close to yours that your breath was practically mixing. “And you hurt my Xina; I should shoot you dead right here. 

Right now.”

The bounty hunter threatened through gritted teeth. You rolled your eyes, hearing him say the same thing before. “Then why don't you?” You asked, taking a sip of your whiskey.

Miguel's thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your inquiry, his puzzlement only making him angrier. Once again, you were using that sharp tongue of yours to try and screw with his brain. “What shit are you yappin’ now?” He growled, irritation found in his voice.

A snicker left your cherry lips at the hunter’s perplexion. “It's not that hard a question, Miguel.” You giggled, peering over at him from under the hood of your brown hat.

“Why haven't you shot me dead yet, hm?”

You smirked, watching his tan, rugged features scrunch up further in rage, the sight pleasing you immensely.

Miguel's grip tightened upon the handle of his pistol, his teeth clenched so harshly that he believed they'll break any moment. “Perhaps I'd rather see how that pretty face of yers would hold up in prison.”

You laughed, taking note of his compliment. “Whatever you say…” You snickered, turning to take another sip of your whiskey.

"Whatever I fuckin’ say!?" Miguel snarled, unable to believe how nonchalantly you were taking him. Most outlaws’ attitudes would hastily change at the mere presence of the infamous bounty hunter, but here you were, still badmouthing him and acting like this was a joke.

It was only enraging Miguel further…

His scowl deepened as he sharply thrust the barrel of his six-shooter into your side, making you groan. “Here you are playin’ games and talkin’ shit like this is just a fun lil’ evening for ya.”

“Because it is.” You retorted, trying to ignore how your side would surely be bruised with how deep his gun was burrowed into your skin, despite being covered by your shirt.

Miguel figured you'd say that, but it still didn't make him less pissed.

“Then I'll love nothin’ more than to wipe that damn smirk from yer face, especially after what ya did to my precious Xina.” Miguel threatened, his mahogany eyes seeming to become a scarlet red at his seething anger.

You scoffed, shooting him a glare. “This fuckin’ horse again?!” You spat in irritation. “I believe your damn horse is real fine.” You replied, casting a glance at the entrance of the saloon to see his ebony horse standing behind the gated entrance. She looked relatively healthy, aside from a bandage upon the side of her massive black body. “Stop over exaggerating; it looks like just a darn graze to me.”

“And that fucking ‘graze’ is going to cost me a hefty sum of cash,” he sternly said, but despite how angry he was at you…

Damn, you were too sexy for your own good…

He couldn’t help letting his eyes drift down your body, taking in your vaquera attire of a simple pair of dark blue, slim-fitted pants and a matching button-up with brown fringe along your outfit. A set of brown boots and a wide-brim hat sat upon your head. He also took notice of how the outfit seemed to accentuate every piece of you.

Your attire was not only breathtaking, but it broke all the regulations assigned by men when it came to the makeup of a woman. Unlike the proper lady, pants adorned your gorgeous legs instead of the usual housewife skirt.

However, despite how rebellious your entire outfit was, it made you look hotter than a Texas summer; your stunning body was a quality the bounty hunter couldn’t get enough of, and it never failed to stir a wave of conflicting emotions through him.

Miguel cleared his throat, shaking off his adoration and lust for you to replace it with the annoying and rageful traits you shared instead. He leaned in close, his western and Latino-accented voice dropping to a low whisper.

"You must be aware of the hefty bounty on yer head, don’t ya, princesa?” He inquired in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone to overhear.

Miguel's breath fanned against your cheek due to his closeness, the sensation causing tingles to run down your backside. “Indeed, I do.” You simply stated. “A thousand…Correct?”

Miguel laughed darkly at your reply, shaking his head. “After your little shenanigans in that boom town last month, your price has been raised, sweetheart.” He uttered, your sweet natural scent along with the sweat and dirt on your skin filling his senses, igniting his concealed desire.

“Five thousand...”

The hunter stated, causing your heart to drop. However, your face held its usual unbothered expression upon hearing the new price. You looked away from him, snatching up your glass of whiskey in frustration. Miguel smirked, watching you gulp down the rest of your glass in hopes of calming your nerves.

“Five thousand is on your head, dead or alive, querida.” He said, finally taking notice of your adamant attempt to avoid his eyes, the sight angering him.

Without warning, he took your chin in his large, gloved hand, snapping your head to meet his stern and rageful ones. Your eyebrows furrowed in a mix of anger and surprise upon his sudden action.

“Be thankful I haven't filled ya with lead, chica, with yer attitude that option is seemin’ more and more temptin’.” He growled, his eyes roaming the beautiful face that has caused so many problems in the West. Your beauty only fueling his fury.

“You've been a damn thorn in my side since your first robbery down in the Southwest.” He rasped, his gloved fingers tightening around your jaw as with his every word, his barrel pressed deeper into your side, causing your eyebrows to screw together in pain.

You groaned softly, glaring daggers at him, and noticed some of the customers of the saloon starting to look over at the two of you.

“I'll be darn, that's Miguel O'Hara, ain't it. Look, Willy, ain't it?”

“And here I thought you were pullin’ my leg, Hank. That is him—but wait… and that's that cowgirl too, right?”

“Shoot dang, it is!”

The chatter of two loud older male customers filled your ears. Their recognition of not just Miguel but also you really pissed you off.

‘I didn't come here to cause a damn scene and draw attention to myself. Got enough shit to deal with as it is.’

You thought angrily, deciding it was time to make your exit. With an endearing grin, you gazed up at the bounty hunter, placing a hand onto his forearm that grasped your jaw and giving it a gentle caress with your fingertips. “Miguel, dear, we've been at each other's throats for months now…ain't we, babes?” You stated with a pout, continuing to brush the pad of your fingers along his arm with your eyes trained on him.

The bounty hunter completely stiffened at your touch, his mahogany eyes glancing down to your hand before snapping back to you.

He knew you were trying to seduce him with your alluring eyes, hypnotizing touch, and sultry voice, but damn was it hard to resist you. His desire was already growing, and your enticement was only feeding the flames.

“We have…” He practically growled through gritted teeth, the only thing keeping him stable was his grip on his steel six-shooter that was still piercing into your ribs, reminding him of his duties and reputation along with the importance of him detaining you…

Or killing you…

Miguel's eyes, practically red, glared down at you; seeing the bounty hunter angry always seemed to rile you up even more. You bit your lip, running your fingers up to his bare wrist, the only bit of skin that wasn't concealed by his sleeve or leather gloves.

You traced your fingertips along the valley of bulging veins that resided there, keeping your eyes on him. “Indeed, hunter…so perhaps, we can become allies instead of enemies, eh?” You suggested while caressing his wrist.

Miguel's jaw clenched, unable to ignore the wave of heat that was spreading through his being at your touch, and he only became more enraged at his body's adorning responses.

It was always like this with you…

He finally gets you cornered with nowhere else to go, believing he has won before you allure him enough to give him the slip.

Miguel had promised himself that today would be different, that today would be the day he would finally catch you; but with the way you were looking up at him from under your beautiful eyelashes, stroking his wrist and speaking to him so seductively…

He was close to taking you right there at the bar.

“I don't align myself with people, let alone outlaws, miel.” He said, trying to stay focused on his mission and not the growing excitement in his pants.

At his rejection, your pout deepened.

“And here I thought the last time we met up like this was somethin’ special…”

You slyly trailed off with a devious grin, watching, for a moment, as the bounty hunter’s thick eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and shock.

‘She really went there.’ Miguel thought, smirking at the recollection of his previous heated encounter with the beautiful vaquera and how very pleasing it was.

He removed his revolver from your side, tucking it back into his holster but not removing his large hand that encased your jaw. “You think bringin’ that up is going to save your sexy ass?” He inquired with a chuckle, his words bringing a smile to your lips. “No…not with you.” You giggled, batting your lashes up at him. “You are too smart for that.”

Miguel’s eyes narrowed in frustration. He hated how slick that mouth of yours was—it was like an eel dipped in oil, able to outwit and outsmart anyone with just a smile and a little teasing.

And goodness, did you love to tease…

You grinned, looking up at Miguel. “Mmm, but just think of how good it was, Miggy.” You uttered, moving your hands to run along the front of his duster coat, gripping the flaps and pulling him closer to you.

Miguel growled softly, his pants seeming to become painfully tighter the more you spoke and talked to him.

With a glance down, it wasn't hard to miss how aroused the hunter was. The enormity under the black fabric of his trousers demanding attention and yours, in particular. You smirked, finally having him under your control.

“You remember, don't ya?” You whispered, leaning in closely to the hunter's face, his stern expression faltering at your nearness. 

Miguel tried hard to resist you, but it was like he was under your spell, feeling your lips ghost along his jaw, up to his ear.

“How good ya felt in my throat and how well I took ya?”

You muttered seductively into his ear while removing a hand from his coat to trail down his chest. Your fingers tracing his bulging pecs and abs as you descended further. 

“Just imagine how good yer feel elsewhere? Perhaps…”

Your fingers found what you desired, looping through his front belt loop of his pants, and tugging him towards you with a seductive grin. A gasp escaped his lips, his black-gloved hand landing on your arm, ceasing your movements as his mahogany, slightly dazed, and lustful eyes gazed down at you. Your hands upon his pants, temptingly close to where he wanted you the most, drove him to the edge.

You instantly became surprised, the rare sight of such an expression upon your gorgeous face enough to cause him to stir underneath his briefs; however, he was once again conflicted—not knowing if he should listen to his head or his desires when it came to you.

You were just too risky to let go, and too sexy to lock up…

And there was a wretched part of him that didn't want to see the sexy vaquera in bars, regardless of how much of a pain in the ass you were.

So, what should be done with you...?

You gazed up at Miguel, taking notice of how his stoic expression had returned—that attractive smirk of his gone and replaced with his scowl like before. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

Was he not buying it?  

Was he about to arrest you? 

Shit, you were nervous as hell.

“Miguel? Babes-”

“Stand up.”

Miguel abruptly said, removing his hand from your jaw and pulling away. You laughed nervously, reaching out for his gloved hand.   “O-Oh, Miggy, who knew you were quite the funny one-”  Your dismissive words were cut off by the hunter suddenly swatting your hand from him and hastily grabbing your arms, pulling you onto your feet. A gasp passed your lips at his rough actions.

“What the hell?!” You shouted as effortlessly, Miguel tossed your body over his broad shoulder as if you were featherlight. His burly arm wrapped around the back of your thighs to hold you firmly against his massive body.

You scoffed in disbelief, laying upon what felt like a boulder for a shoulder.  “What the fuck is wrong with ya! I-If you don't put me down, ya sidewindin’ two-faced piece of shit!” You hollered whilst punching his backside in hopes of him releasing you, but to the hunter, you were like a dust devil—all wind and no impact.

Miguel turned, taking notice of the obvious attention the two of you were bringing—many of the customers now staring. The hunter tipped his hat to the fellow individuals of the saloon in a gesture of apology. “Pardon the ruckus, folks, this just business.” Miguel said in his usual, gruff voice, the vibrations of his tone rumbling throughout his massive body.

With a smirk, the bounty hunter carried you out of the saloon, your loud and repetitive kicks and curses following the two of you.

Miguel stepped outside, taking in the earthy and sagebrush scent of the new town he'd tracked you down to, named Roca Roja. It was a town that he could count on his fingers how many times he'd visited, but currently, he'd never seen so many bodies decorating the streets, especially as the sun was now setting on the horizon.

However, he couldn't exactly enjoy the nice, dry breeze of night with your damn yelling in his ear.

“I don't know what the hell is goin’ on in that thick skull of yer's, but yer've done lost yer darn mind!” You yelled from atop Miguel's shoulder as his black boots crunched under the rocky terrain of Roca Roja.

He continued to ignore your insults and shouts, clicking his tongue to signal his horse that fell into step beside him.

The hunter's Xina, an Appaloosa with a beautiful white spotted pattern down her ebony backside and around her snout, walked next to the both of you. Her loud snorts and clomps of her hooves filled the night and drawing your attention, but what really caught your eye was the nicely wrapped bandage that covered her torso.

You averted your eyes from the horse, feeling slightly guilty, but your demands and protests never ceased while the hunter continued to bring you to this unknown location. “Where are ya even takin’ me!?” You exclaimed, continuing another barrage of heavy punches to his muscular backside to no avail. His boulder of a shoulder digging into your already bruised side, only further angering you.

Your punches and kicks were completely useless to the huge male. Once you became tired, you slumped upon his shoulder, wincing slightly at how it continued to jab into your bruised ribs. You scowled, glaring over at the hunter. “What the hell is the matter with ya? Kidnappin’ a gal like this is a crime too if ya didn't know!” You shouted in annoyance.

Miguel heaved an irritated sigh, not understanding how a sexy thing like you can have such a nasty attitude. “If ya stop ya bitchin' I just might answer yer questions!” He shouted back at you.

A growl passed your cherry lips, finally quieting down to allow the hunter to speak. “Now…what's going through that pretty noggin’ of yer's is correct.

I'm takin’ ya in.”

Your eyes widened at his words, hastily, returning back to trying to escape.

You'll be damned if you go to jail so easily like this…

Swift hands flew to your holsters on your hips to find them empty, your revolvers missing from their places. The dark laughter from the hunter following your discovery only made your heart drop.

“Looking for yer guns, Cariño?” He taunted, giving your ass a playful smack, making you jolt. The sensation left you in a mix of anger and arousal at his spank. “Yer been a bad gal, so no guns for a beaut like you.”

You snarled, glaring at him. “So what!? After everythin’ we've been through, yer just gonna throw me to the wolves? You know what they'll do to me in there!” You exclaimed, trying to hide the worry in your tone at possibly being a part of such an unsanitary place with harsh conditions that could cause any sane person to lose their sanity.

Miguel's arm tightened around your thighs, his heart shamefully tugging. “Don't tell me yer scared, vaquera,” he teased, continuing to walk through town with you over his shoulder. “Shut it, hunter,” you scowled, delivering another punch to his backside in rage that only left him laughing. “Why, if ya do the crime, ya do the time. You know the law,” he replied.

You heaved a sigh, not believing after all your fun you would be sent to a place so hideous and dehumanizing— some jails didn't even separate by genders. 

You'll surely lose your mind in there…

“Yer not…seriously goin’ to take me back to Nueva Yorkano in one night, ain't ya?” you inquired, hoping it was a ‘nay.’

Miguel grunted, acknowledging that his horse, Xina, wouldn't be able to make a trip to the town, Nueva Yorkano, where you were most wanted in, without breaks, especially at night. There were many obstacles a traveler could encounter—coyotes, ruthless vaqueros, the harsh elements, and the extreme drop in temperature were all your enemies on a night journey through the desert.

The hunter cast a glance over at his horse whose steps were already starting to slow down. His wounded stallion hurt him more than anything due to him raising her from just a young foal; seeing her like this tore him up inside.

“Nay, we'll be gettin’ a room,” Miguel stated, clicking his tongue and gesturing with his head for his horse to follow him to the right, changing his destination to the nearest inn.

A grin spread across your cherry lips at your delayed arrest.

‘Perhaps, I can escape before we-’

“Fuck! What the hell!?!” You exclaimed at the sharp spank Miguel delivered to your rear, the smack pulling you from your thoughts and leaving an intense sting. “Don't get any funny ideas, chica, I'm still pissed at you about Xina,” he growled. “So try anythin’, I won't hesitate to rough you up, got it!?”

You rubbed your sizzling rear-end, muttering under your breath. “Rough me up…” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You won't dare put ya hands on me,” you said from atop his shoulder as Miguel heard every word, bringing a smirk to his lips.

“Why…there are other ways I can ‘rough’ you up, Muñeca.”

Miguel uttered suggestively; one could dare say the hunter was flirting with you. You chuckled, smiling over at the stoic male. “Well, puttin’ it like that, it sounds like somethin’ I wouldn't mind experiencin’ then.” You giggled.

Miguel grunted in irritation at your comment, trying to ignore how turned on he became at your response. His mahogany eyes located a small inn nearby, its sign holding in big letters:

‘Cobweb Comfort.’

“We'll rest there,” Miguel replied, walking over as you looked over in the direction he was taking you, a groan passing your lips.

“You must be pullin’ my leg, Miguel. Here! Of all places!?” you whined, taking in the rustic and aged inn with paint peeling from its walls from years of neglect and windows layered with desert dust.

The closer Miguel got to the place, you could make out the uneven porch, loud creaking rocking chairs that sat upon it, and the nearby stable that showed many signs of disrepair but held many horses inside.

Everything about the inn was distasteful in your eyes, wishing to reside elsewhere that actually gave some care to the appearance of their establishment unlike this one.

Despite your complaints, the hunter ignored you, signaling for his horse to wait by the door before going into the inn.

The door creaked open, and you observed how the tall hunter's hand clutched his black hat as he slightly lowered to pass under the short doorway upon entering.

The interior of the inn looked quite similar to its exterior, with peeling wallpaper, heavily scuffed floors, and faded landscape paintings upon the walls.

Miguel's eyes took in the lobby of the rustic inn, instantly making contact with a rather familiar man sitting behind a weathered wooden counter. The innkeeper seemed more invested in smoking and reading his book to even notice the both of your arrival.

You scoffed. “Trash-ass customer service too. Darn, didn't see that comin’.” You mumbled sarcastically with an eye-roll, earning an annoyed grunt from Miguel.

The hunter approached the desk, his boots thudding upon the wooden floorboards, causing it to creak with his every step. The wood and smoky scent only intensified the further he walked into the inn.

Miguel peered over the counter, staring intently at the male that looked to be his same age, who was still oblivious to him having customers. Strangely, the innkeeper seemed familiar to the hunter, but due to the few oil lamps that hang from hooks inside the lobby, he was unable to see him clearly.

Miguel cleared his throat, hastily getting the male's attention, his amber eyes glancing up in surprise. “Ah, pardon me, didn't see ya there.” He chuckled, closing his book and standing from his chair, although, upon making eye contact, both men recognized each other.

“Well, I'll be damned, Miguel O'Hara! My buddy!” The guy said, giving the stoic man a friendly pat on the shoulder that the hunter simply glanced at.

Peter B. Parker was a bubbly and too jolly innkeeper that Miguel had saved a few months ago from being shot dead by an outlaw he'd been tailing. On the spot, the auburn-haired man bought Miguel drinks and offered him a free spot anytime at his inn to repay him—but the hunter didn't think he'd ever actually encounter him again…

Miguel gave Peter a mere grunt for a greeting, the male snickering as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. “Still not much of a talker, I see.” Peter joked.

Your eyebrows rose in surprise at Miguel actually having friends.

You never would have thought…

You peered over your shoulder at the innkeeper, making eyes with the rugged-featured male that had auburn short, slick back hair upon an ivory skin tone face of stubble with a cigarette hanging from his lips. A dark blue button-up, tan pants, and dark brown boots adorned his rather lean body, except for his plump stomach that was visible through his shirt. You glanced upon the name tag that clung to his top, reading Peter B. Parker.

“Well, I see yer still on the job.” The guy named Peter commented, looking at you as you flashed him a smile and a wink from Miguel's shoulder. The male wolf whistled at the sight. “And a looker too-”

“Peter!”

Miguel barked, his mahogany eyes flashing red. “Give me a damn room and stop wasting my time.”

You chuckled at Miguel's evident sign of jealousy while Peter only shook his head at the hunter's sudden anger. “Fine, fine, seems someone is ready to hit the hay.” Peter said, rummaging around on his desk for his desired items.

“But just wonderin’ if it's your own head that's gettin’ the rest or yer alluding to somethin’ else.” Peter smirked, glancing over at you and then Miguel playfully. “I must warn ya, them walls in this inn ain't that solid.” The innkeeper laughed as you could feel the fuming rage radiating from Miguel's body at the innkeeper's comment. It took everything to hold back from laughing at the rather hilarious interaction.

“Peter…” Miguel growled through gritted teeth, his voice full of warning. “Okay, pardon me, let me see here…” Peter said, snickering to himself while peering through another large hardback that looked similar to a registration book.

Miguel stared at Peter as he located a room for the two of you in his ledger, never in the hunter's entire life did he wish to leave a conversation.

After a while of looking in silence, a disappointed, shoot dang, was muttered by Peter. He shook his head, looking up at Miguel. “There's only one room left.” He said, looking over at you and then at the hunter.

“And it's a singles.”

“Mierda.” Miguel cursed under his breath, looking at you and then at Peter. He was certain that spending a night with you in an enclosed bedroom would lead to nothing but disaster.

One that would only lead in himself and you tangled up in the sheets and experiencing another moment of unashamed passion.

“Why the hell is there only one!?” Miguel inquired in irritation causing the innkeeper to chuckle, raising his hands in defense. “No need to yell at me. I'm just doin’ my job.” He said. “But a few days ago, gold was found along the bank, folks been comin’ from all ‘round to try and get some.” He explained, causing another curse to leave the hunter's lips.

You sighed, glancing over at Miguel. “Told ya, we shouldn't have come here.” You added as Peter looked up at you. “Actually, every inn is real full in Roca Roja, due to the gold strike and everythang.” Peter said, picking up a quill and dipping it into the bottle of ink. “But gotta love it, has my business boomin’ at the moment.” He chuckled, glancing up at the hunter and you.

“So…You stayin’?” He asked, his amber orbs mainly on Miguel, awaiting his response.

The hunter sighed, seeming like he'd hit a trail's end.

He knew Xina would need time to recover—her injury wasn't major compared to what it could have been, but his stallion being on her hooves would only worsen it.

Xina resting up would do her some good.

Taking Peter's word that the inns were all full, Miguel would hate to try his luck and spend the night roaming all of Roca Roja, pushing Xina and hearing more of your yapping, just to end up roomless.

At least here, he wouldn't have to pay…

“Fine.” Miguel growled, watching a beaming smile spread across the smoking innkeeper. “That's the spirit. Here ya be well takin’ care of.” Peter promised, jotting down the hunter's name under a room and handing him the key.

Miguel tucked the brass key into the pocket of his black durst coat. “And Peter, ‘nother request.” The hunter added, suddenly dropping a wad of cash upon the counter, the sight surprising both Peter and you. “I know ya have connections, so find Xina a good doctor and tend to her real nice.” Miguel ordered.

The brown-haired male nodded, tucking the cash into his pocket and walking around the counter. “Of course, I love nothing more than to help my buddy.” He chuckled, thanking Miguel and you for staying at his inn with a pat on the hunter's back and a tip of his hat in your direction before he left to fulfill Miguel's requests.

The hunter heaved a sigh, standing alone with you in the lobby, who was still slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He casted you a glance, already feeling a stir inside of him at the mere thought of seclusion with you, and he hated every bit of it…

He already had a feeling that disaster was impending—one he wouldn't be able to stop no matter how hard he tried…

“Yer jokin’, right?”

You asked from your curled position upon the singular bed in your shared room. It wasn't the fact that Miguel had insisted on sleeping in a mere lounge chair across the room that led to such an inquiry; it was the fact of how the hunter believed you'd get any sleep with your hands and legs tightly bound together by rope.

Your eyes were trained on his seated form upon the aged lounge chair of the room, his massive legs spread, and his body dressed only in his black wide-brimmed hat, black button-up top, pants, and boots. His durst coat hung on the back of the raw umber cushion while his mahogany eyes stared back at your restrained being.

He lit what felt like his fourth cigarette since the two of you entered, placing the tobacco between his lips and taking a deep inhale before releasing the smoke through his nose.

He remained silent at your question, simply keeping his eyes on you like a guard dog.

It was quite unnerving…

“Hey Miguel! You there, or are ya lost in the tumbleweeds!?” You shouted at him in annoyance while wiggling upon the bed like a fish out of water.

“What is it?” He said, finally acknowledging you with his words rather than his piercing gaze. You sighed, looking over at him through your long eyelashes and putting on your most pitiful expression. “Oh why…t-this rope is real tight, you see. I-I can't even feel my limbs.” You uttered, laying on your side with a pout. “Can't you maybe…loosen them a tad bit?” You genuinely asked because upon bounding you, Miguel had fastened the ropes so taut that it was practically etching an imprint into your skin and cutting off blood circulation.

“Nay…” Miguel simply stated, taking another puff from his cigarette. At his denial, you growled in frustration. “Why, at least stop your damn smokin'. You're makin’ it hard to breathe in this already dusty inn.” You complained, burying your face into the beige blankets in irritation.

But if only you knew how much Miguel was holding on by a thread.

Upon entering the shared bedroom, he instantly felt it…

The longing. 

The arousal.

He never gave a damn about things like that—too busy with his bounty job to care. But ever since you've shown your face and made an appearance as a new fugitive, he began to desire it…

You were always on his mind, even during the times you went into hiding, and he was tracking someone new.

He craved you,

needed you.

Now you were laying upon a bed, bound tightly like a pig being served to him on a platter, and it was taking every fiber of his being to stay rooted in his seat.

Miguel's eyes traced your body, taking in your fallen hat and unkempt hair upon the bed, hands bound behind your back along with your ankles secured tightly together. Your clothes hugged your figure even more than they did before, the sight only leaving Miguel clawing at the armrests of his seat.

He took another huge inhale, watching his cigarette slowly losing its life because of his need for solace when your voice filled the room again. “Hunter, can I ask ya a question?”

“I'd rather you not.” He hastily responded in his dead tone, knowing any signs of flirtation or seduction would have him out of his chair in a blink of an eye.

You rolled your eyes at his words. “Come on, now. I can't sleep; you ‘parrently not going to either, so… let's talk.” You chuckled, looking over at the bounty hunter from your restrained position.

“Since my days of freedom are numbered. Might as well…” You added, causing Miguel to sigh, your words secretly tugging at him. He took his dying cigarette into his gloved fingers, snuffing it out in a nearby tray. “Speak then, but say anythin’ improper, I won't hesitate to put ya to sleep myself.” He threatened, but you couldn't help but have your head go straight into the gutter.

“Put me to sleep, ya say…?” You smirked, biting your lip at the thought of having some other type of restless fun with the hunter. Miguel scowled at your suggestive tone, anger the only thing keeping his arousal at bay. “You know what I mean; now either ask yer question or shut yer mouth and sleep.”

You rolled your eyes, taking in the hunter's booted foot constantly bouncing against the wooden floorboards and the sight of him lighting yet another cigarette. “Are ya stressed or somethin’?” You asked, watching his chest greatly rise due to his massive inhale of the cigarette—his pecs and abdominal muscles becoming accentuated under his shirt.

“You can say that.” He replied, avoiding your eyes to look out the window behind you. “Well, then let's talk 'bout it. What's yer problem?” You inquired with a grin. “What's got ya so antsy that yer glued to that pack of cigarettes?”

Miguel glanced at you, mahogany eyes narrowing in thought of if he should speak about his ‘problem’ or not, soon deciding the latter. “None of your darn business.”

You snickered, expecting him to remain secretive. “Damn…must be real bad.” You assumed, glancing over at him and making eye contact, causing the hunter to hastily look away, a grunt of irritation passing in response.

Miguel was obviously avoiding your gaze, and you couldn't help but find the large male's attempts rather adorable. You grinned, turning your eyes up to the ceiling, allowing a pleasant silence to fill the room, except for the rhythmic bounce of Miguel's sturdy black boot upon the floorboards. You deeply inhaled, taking in a big whiff of the hunter's cigarette smoke before speaking.

“I believe I know what yer ‘business’ is, hunter...”

Miguel's heart dropped at your words, his blood running cold as every part of his body stilled. His tongue fiddled with the cigarette between his lips as he eyed your tied body, taking notice of your ability to maneuver onto your back, now gazing up at the ceiling.

He took in the sight of you, your waves of beautiful hair spread like a tapestry, creating a soft frame around your head. He clicked his tongue, taking another puff of his cigarette. 

‘This gal is just tryin’ to get under my skin. She don't know a thang.’

Miguel thought, trying to keep a level head. “Vaquera, you don't know what yer talkin’ ‘bout,” he said dismissively, leaning back in his chair and taking his cigarette into his two fingers, exhaling the smoke through his lips.

You hummed, his avoidance only making you want to poke the bear further. “Oh, I believe I do,” you stated, keeping your eyes on the ceiling. 

“Over these past couple of months, yer've been watchin’ me, as I've also been watchin’ you, hunter.” You said in a mysterious voice, Miguel's hardened face faltering at your confession.

A sly grin spread across your lips as you pressed on. “I've read and heard how the great bounty hunter captures and kills many outlaws—never taking him more than a week to complete a bounty and not given a rat's ass about any of ‘em.” You explained. “‘Even toppin’ yer rival, the great, Jessie Owens and her gunslingers on many occasions with yer many arrests.” You chuckled tauntingly.

Miguel felt a mix of emotions, stuck between being flattered and irritated at your constant prodding. He glanced over at you, flicking the ash of his cigarette into the tray, trying to figure out what you were getting at.

The hunter hated when you screwed with his brain and made him feel like a hopeless mutt that you had wrapped around your finger.

He wanted you to get to the damn point…

“And what ‘bout it?” The hunter snarled, glaring daggers at you. You simply giggled as if you weren't being targeted by a raging bull. “Be patient, Miggy, I'm gettin’ there.” You teased, your tone of voice and nickname causing the hunter’s insides to stir.

“What did I tell ya ‘bout that name?” He spat coldly, his voice holding a tone of dominance. You only laughed, struggling over onto your side to get a better view of the hunter. “To not call ya that, but yer should know better than anyone that I don't follow the rules.” You said, giving him a fake pout whilst laying your head upon the soft blanket, trying to find comfort despite being tightly restrained.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your fake pout that he couldn’t help but find adorable. “‘Cause yer've never had proper punishment.” He bluntly stated, his cigarette smoke leaving his lips and nose to further encase the room.

You bit your lip, glancing over at the smoking Latino up and down. “And what punishment is proper in yer eyes, hunter?” You inquired, knowing he'd surely take the bait.

Miguel looked at you, your perfect skin, the way you bite your lip, the sight only causing his breath to catch in his throat. It didn't help how tightly your clothing hugged your body, the rope only further accentuating your figure and leaving nothing to imagination of how you looked underneath all that fabric.

He wanted nothing more than to see you in all your glory…

Your eyes darted down at an evident bulge that poked against the hunter’s black pants, the corners of your lips turning up into a devious grin. The Latino, like you anticipated, took the bait, falling right into your trap.

“A proper punishment is tossin’ ya across my lap and bruisin’ that pretty ass until ya learn to behave.”

The hunter said huskily, desire potent in his western-Latino accentuated voice; however, upon seeing your amused smirk and raised eyebrow at what he'd just confessed, he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “Just…goes to show that yer parents didn't teach ya how to conduct yerself properly. Anyone would believe the same.”

“Mhm…” You hummed teasingly, unable to hold back from laughing. Miguel scowled at you, hating how you always seemed to make him feel like a schoolboy time and time again. His lust and arousal blinding him so greatly that he’ll forget everything—his duties, the consequences, who you were to him.

You were a damn criminal, a dangerous one at that, with your sharp tongue and killer body that can seduce any and everyone. You did whatever it took to satisfy your own wants and desires, so why the hell was it so troubling for him to detain you?! He'd taken down and killed many outlaws, so why?

The hunter’s hands clenched tightly into fists upon the armrests, his knuckles turning white with tension under his gloves. His mahogany eyes appeared redder with his raging fury. “Stop playin’ ‘round and get to the damn point!” He barked, taking another deep inhale of his cigarette.

You grinned at his satisfying anger, the hunter never disappointing you when it came to him showing how evidently you were pissing him off, but you’ve gotten what you were seeking from him— his previous response answering your prediction.

“Fine, ya fancy me… 

Don't ya, hunter?”

Miguel's heart skipped a beat at your perfect assumption. It took everything in him to hide his emotions—something he'd never had a hard time doing until now.

He scoffed, averting his gaze. “Ya wish, sweetheart.” He coldly said, snuffing out his fifth cigarette into the ashtray and wetting his lips with his tongue.

You chuckled, shifting upon the bed to soothe the growing ache in your wrists due to the tight ropes. “Well, Miggy, a wish or not, you ain't answer my question.” You emphasized, watching his defined jaw clench and his black, gloved hand enter into his pants pocket once more, fishing for his box of cigarettes.

Miguel's entire body was heating up, feeling like the room was closing in on him; it was taking all of his willpower to not do something that could jeopardize his duties. But with you using that nickname he's told you countless times not to address him by, it was causing his pants to become increasingly uncomfortable around his already swelling member.

The hunter's bushy eyebrows tightened, his mahogany cold eyes trained on you. “Outlaws and hunters ‘re like water and oil—we don't mix, it's why we're enemies for goodness sake.” He sternly said, lighting a match to ignite his sixth cigarette. He took a deep inhale of the tobacco, a sigh of contentment passing his lips. “And I've told ya, I don't experience such feelin’ for people, and definitely not ya.”

“But yet, ya do.”

His head instantly snapped over to you, finding your gaze already on him with a grin upon your cherry lips. “And ‘cause ya do, it's tearing ya up inside… 

Ain't it, Miguel?”

A scowl crept upon the hunter's lips, his nose scrunching up in anger at your persistence.

‘What did she want? For me to spill my guts? To see me weak?!’

Miguel pondered, trying to discern your motive behind your pressing questions. He took another huge puff of his cigarette, trying to control himself.

“What game are you fuckin’ playin' at?” He growled, becoming tired of your jokes and giggles.

You laughed, giving him an innocent shoulder shrug, still bound tightly due to his handy skills. “I simply am askin’ questions like yer've allowed me to.” You said, raising an eyebrow from your laid position. “What? Have I struck a nerve?”

Miguel's eyes flashed red at your taunt, and before he could stop himself, he was standing up from his seat and walking over to you. “Don't play fuckin’ innocent with me, smartass” He snarled, his large hand encasing around your throat, effortlessly pulling you up onto your knees on the bed, bringing you face-to-face with him.

A small gasp passed your lips, his grip tight around your throat more in intimidation than harm. You glared back at him due to his sudden rough action, but upon seeing he was clearly holding on by a thread, you couldn't help but give him a flirtatious smile, one that caused his rage to deepen. “What do ya want from me? To see me lose control? To go against my damn duties?!” The hunter shouted, his face trembling in uncontrollable anger. “What ya find pleasure in that? Seeing me lose my shit?”  

“Why, yes indeed... ”

Miguel's eyes widened in disbelief at your confirmation, his anger hastily bubbling back to the surface.  “What the fuck did ya just say?” He said through gritted teeth, his cigarette hanging dangerously low from his lips, its ash dropping close to your face.

Your eyes roamed his facial features, taking in how furious he was, but you were certain his fury wasn't solely from you.

He was frustrated…

Sexually…

It was like you were a slab of meat to him and he was a starving dog. You were teasing him with your mere presence and honestly…you were enjoying it.

You could never understand why you secretly liked this hunter. Yes, he was the best of the best, and it was so fun to watch him blow his top, but it wasn't what truly led you to want to know everything about him—what kept you yearning for another encounter with him.

It wasn't until now that you finally discovered it…

His resilience to temptation was what you adored. How fascinating it'll be if he was to experience even a taste of what he craved.

It was why you allowed him a little bit of fun during your previous interaction; but even still, he was composed, never losing himself in the moment of you down on your knees for him, granting him the relief and satisfaction he so desperately was yearning for.

But you wanted him to forget your roles of hunter and outlaw and give in to his desires.

That's what you wanted from him, needed even.

You bit your lip, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. “Ya heard me, hunter. I want ya to give in to yer wants, and if that means losing control…

Then so be it...”

You smirked, watching his cold expression falter to one of surprise at your request. You grinned, never before seeing him so speechless. To entice him further, you leaned in close, your hands still bound tightly behind your back and his gloved one still around your throat, the smell of smoke and his natural musk filling your nose, only exciting you more.

“It'll be so good, Miggy to finally let go—to crave that hunger ya have for me.”

You coaxed in a low whisper, your western accent potent in your voice. Your eyes glanced down to his lips that were pulled into its usual scowl, unable to ignore how enticing they looked.

“You know I won’t stop you..."

Miguel groaned softly, his fingers flexing around your throat as his member twitched inside of his pants, begging him to give in to your words—to submit to his desires. The more you gazed up at him, saying all the right things in that sexy voice of yours…

He was tempted to give in…

“Do ya even know what ya askin’ of me?” He inquired, his eyes full of lust as he removed his cigarette from his lips. You nodded, wanting so much to touch him and persuade him. He was so close to submitting—you could feel it.

“Yes…I want ya, Miguel O’Hara. I’ve wanted ya for a long time.” You honestly said, biting your lip and looking him up and down. "Gosh, I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me so badly.”

“Mierda.” He muttered under his breath, his restraint snapping at your words of desperation as he crashed his lips to yours.

Miguel devoured your mouth in an intensity he’d never felt before. His hand tugging you closer to him by your throat to keep you pressed to him, feeling the softness of your body against his firm one was enough to make him lose it. His tongue penetrated your parted lips, finally tasting you after preventing himself for so long.

It was like he was finally tasting the forbidden elixir of the Wild West. Your sweet scent and lips enveloped him and lingered like the aftertaste of a smuggled bottle of top-shelf whiskey, each moment a clandestine sip that descended him more into the depths of no return.

You moaned softly into his mouth, his hunger being what you’ve wanted for so long. His dominance and lust grew with each interlock of your lips, and when he finally parted, you realized how breathless and aroused you were.

Miguel gazed down at you, breathing heavily while taking in your flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Every time he saw you, you seemed to become even more breathtaking than before.

You looked back at him, panting and feeling a throbbing in your lower belly that longed to be satisfied. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of the bounty hunter, he was like a drug—his roughness and hunger turning you on more than anyone ever had in your entire life.

You wanted so much to touch him, to caress his sharp jawline decorated with a hint of stubble and feel how painfully hard his member was, but you were still, sadly, restrained—hands bound behind your back with your ankles tied together as well. Miguel ensured you wouldn’t be escaping him tonight upon entering your given room at the inn, but you wished for nothing more than to be released.

Currently, you had no desire to leave…

“Miguel…unbind me.” You requested a little desperately through ragged breaths, causing the hunter to chuckle. “Untie ya? That what ya want?” He inquired with a grin, bringing his cigarette to his lips to take another puff, exhaling the smoke. You nodded, wanting nothing more than to be free, so you could touch him in return.

The hunter saw the eagerness in your expression, bringing a smirk to his lips. He couldn’t help but feel satisfied at finally having power over you for once; it was honestly, a good feeling.

He held his cigarette between his lips, his gloved hand slipping into his pocket to pull out his steel pocket knife, effortlessly cutting through the thick rope that covered your wrists and ankles.

You sighed in relief at the sound of snips, along with subtle fibers separating, soon feeling yourself being freed. Usually, you’d instantly feel the desire to escape, to run for the heels with a huge grin upon your cherry lips at being able to outwit the hunter once more…

But not this time…

Your hands found his waist, caressing his taut skin through the fabric of his black collared top. “I knew ya could have fun.” You teased, bringing a rare smile to the hunter’s lips. He took your face in his hand, bringing you closer to him once more.

“Then saddle up, Muñeca. I’m just getting started.” He whispered, inhaling his cigarette once more before pressing his lips to yours, releasing the smoke into your mouth with each kiss.

The sharp, lingering bitterness of the smoke mingling with each exhale, accompanied by the combination of his sweet lips, created the perfect harmony. Each kiss left you breathless and lusting for him even more.

Miguel groaned softly, his thick gloved fingers moving from your neck to begin unbuttoning your dark blue and brown fringe top, revealing your gorgeous skin and assets that had been teasing him from the first time he’d encountered you.

Leaving your mouth, he trailed his lips along your throat, kissing the sensitive spots and not hesitating to push the dark blue top from your body, exposing your bare chest and stomach to him.

Your eyes fluttered at his kisses as you took the lit cigarette from his fingers, taking a drag and relishing in the serene tingles that filled your head along with Miguel’s kisses, sucks, and nibbles along your skin. You felt Miguel smirk at your action, pressing a final kiss to your collarbone before pulling away.

The sight of you gazing up at him, that playful smile on your lips as you smoked from his cigarette had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen—his cock throbbing in his pants to be released.

“Vas a ser la muerte de mí.” He muttered, his mahogany eyes dark with lust, as they trailed your body. His face of awe—enough to show how he was feeling.

You chuckled at his expression. “I’ll take it you like what you see?” You teased, bringing a toothy grin to the hunter’s lips. “I’ll be lyin’ if I said I didn't.” He chuckled, his large gloved hands cupping your perky breasts in his massive palms—the pair feeling like soft pillows in his hands.

He savored the soft moans that escaped your pretty mouth, capturing each whimper with a peck to your lips, unable to resist how addicting it was to kiss you.

You were aware that the hunter had experience, but it felt like he knew your body like the back of his hand. His massive palms kneaded your supple flesh, switching between soft and rough squeezes, while his fingers flicked and pinched your hardened pebbles.

In your fingers, you held your shared cigarette, eyes half-hooded. With every maneuver of his hands along your chest, your juices spilled down your thighs. “Ya like that?” He asked with a smirk, gripping your breasts tightly, making you cry out. “Mhm, Yes! Just like that,” you gasped, chest heaving with the growing pleasure.

Miguel growled at your words of satisfaction, feeling the need to be released from his clothes—his cock painfully hard inside his pants. “I have something better for ya,” he said, pulling away to remove his black wide-brimmed hat, tossing it across the room, and tugging his shirt over his head.

You bit your lip, your core pulsating at the mere sight of his defined chest. His chiseled pecs, bulging biceps, and toned abs were covered with dark brown hair, each muscle completely taut from his years of being a bounty hunter. Along his torso were faint scars and beauty marks that only emphasized his attractiveness. “Not bad, hunter,” you laughed, giving his body a once-over. Your gaze followed the happy trail of coarse hair that descended from his navel to dip under his pants towards the massive bulge that was begging to be freed from its confines. At the sight, memories of your previous encounter with him filled your mind, causing your juices to further coat your thighs and drip down your legs.

Miguel smiled, savoring the way you were looking him up and down, appreciating his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he had experienced this, but it felt good to be admired, especially by you. He noticed your eyes focused on his crotch, prompting a chuckle from him. “Don’t be scared, ya seen it before,” he said tauntingly, making you roll your eyes but unable to hide your small grin.

You crawled towards him, placing the cigarette into your mouth and beginning to unbuckle his belt, maintaining eye contact. “I must say, hunter, I’ve missed this,” you snickered, pulling his pants down to release what you’ve desired since your previous encounter.

The sight still left you speechless…

His fully erect, tanned member was presented in front of you, slightly darker than the olive skin tone of his body. A bush of dark brown coarse hair sat atop his veiny shaft, his tip a Tuscan red, with a protruding vein running along the underside that led to a pair of large, heavy balls. The hunter was definitely above average, being very girthy and long as well. You bit your lip, feeling your arousal soaking through your pants, sullying the dark blue fabric.

Miguel completely adored that look of awe upon your sexy face, leaning down to kiss along your neck while lifting you slightly to lay you down upon the bed.

His teeth and lips sucked marks along your skin that you gladly accepted whilst his heavy shaft rested against your stomach, causing your belly to flutter, and a whimper to escape your lips. “Gosh, I-I can’t wait any more,” you whined, wanting to feel him inside of you, the throbbing of your empty core becoming painful.

Your desperation was music to Miguel’s ears, his body needing you as well. “Then, let’s not wait 'round no more, Cariño.” He effortlessly whipped you around to lay you on all fours upon the bed—your forearms and knees holding your body up as your clothed rear end was thrust into the air, left completely vulnerable to him.

Miguel took in your gorgeous backside, an evident trail of your arousal sprouting down your pants like the trails of a passing storm, nature’s delicate brushstrokes down the dark blue fabric that covered your bottom, the sight making his cock twitch.

He licked his lips, reaching over to remove the lit cigarette from your cherry lips to place it in his, inhaling it as he ran his large hand along your clothed bottom. Your eyes fluttered, the sensations seeming to be heightened due to your inability to see him. The hunter groaned, giving your cheeks a rough squeeze, releasing a moan from your throat.

Fuck, ya perfect,” he whispered, feeling his gloved fingers roam along your clothed, drenched folds, adding slight pressure that caused you to further soil your pants—your essence soaking the fabric even more, and revealing the evident outline of your soppy pussy underneath. Miguel groaned, roaming his hands to squeeze your bare hips and caress your rear, soon returning back to where you wanted him the most.

You whimpered softly, savoring how good he was making you feel until the loud sound of a rip filled the room, causing your eyes to snap open.

A rush of air suddenly made contact with your rear end and throbbing pussy as you looked over your shoulder to see that Miguel had ripped your pants open—granting him a clear view of your heavily dripping core.

You were conflicted, not knowing whether to be angry or even more aroused; however, you weren’t able to respond as the hunter didn’t hesitate to grind his massive length along your dripping folds—the wet sound filling the walls. “O-oh fuck,” you moaned, arching your back and moving in sync with him.

Miguel couldn’t get over how wet you were, his thick cock gliding through your folds, testing your saturation. “Hmm…ready?” he asked in a small growl.

You were only able to muster a broken, "Mhm," in response before feeling his massive tip begin to seep inside of your soaking entrance.

A drawn-out moan passed both of your lips, his gloved hand clenching the remnants of your pants that enclosed around your waist, holding you during his insertion. Once he bottomed-out, it took everything in him to not lose himself in how much your pussy was gripping him, the urge to thrust into you with total abandon being very enticing.

Your fingers gripped the beige blankets tightly, eyes rolled into your skull at how much he was blissfully stretching you. It instantly made your mind go blank.

The pleasure only heightened with his slow slide out and breathtaking slam of his cock back in, releasing a loud mewl to erupt from your throat. With each drag of his member inside your dripping entrance, his force and speed increased until he was brutally fucking you like a rabid animal.

Miguel couldn’t help himself; he tried so hard to take it slow, to not harm you like he feared this whole time, but you were too perfect, he swore you were.

You took him so well, too well, that he became lost in the pleasure. Your exquisite pussy gripped his cock just right with each thrust, his hips smacking loudly against your rear.

The room was filled with the echoing of slapping wet flesh, high-pitched moans, deep grunts, and the loud creaking of the bed.

The scent of sex and smoke was potent as Miguel occasionally took puffs of his cigarette. You didn’t even notice the pleasurable and painful tears streaming down your face at the sheer intensity of his pace—switching constantly from erratic and rough to slow and deep.

The ashes from his cigarette occasionally dropped onto your lower back, burning your skin and sending a sting throughout your entire body. The pain only deepening the extreme sensations coursing through your being. Your brain was scrambled, your body trembling, and already releasing for the second time under his influence.

Miguel groaned, brushing your hair from your shoulder to nuzzle into your neck, inhaling your sweet, natural scent, his pace never ceasing. “Fuck, bebé, you feel so good. Mierda.” He moaned into your ear, his cigarette hanging from his lips, as his praises caused the familiar knots to form in your stomach again.

It seemed Miguel had found the weakness to your witty tongue. With his pace, you couldn’t form a word—whimpers, whines, shrieks, and the occasional cries of his name were the only sounds you could muster.

With any other man, you would have felt pathetic, but with him, you’ve never felt so alive.

With a gasp, Miguel pulled out, flipping you to lie on your back. Your dazed eyes blinked, trying to settle your blurry vision on him.

The hunter gazed down at you, your rosy tear-stained cheeks, messy hair, hickey-filled neck, dripping pussy only arousing him once more. He inhaled the rest of his cigarette, pinching the end to snuff the flame before kissing you, his cock entering your eager hole once more.

You moaned into his mouth, the smoky taste, and his lips only intensifying the burning tension in the pit of your stomach. His thrusts were slow and deep while his mouth ravaged yours, exchanging the smoke of his cigarette with you with each interlock of your lips.

Miguel was feeling himself getting terribly close, his balls becoming painfully tight, every clench of your pussy leaving him twitching; but he needed another orgasm from you.

He groaned into your mouth, your kiss becoming more messy. Saliva dripped from your chins whilst your tongues entwined with each hungry mesh of your lips.

With each kiss, Miguel slowly increased his pace—his coarse hair grinding into your swollen clit, heavy balls smacking into your rear along with his gloved hands gripping your hips, angling himself as he pulled you against him in a frenzy.

Your eyes rolled, moans constantly becoming stuck in your throat with each of his deep thrusts. His member constantly attacked your G-spot, causing you to become a moaning, trembling mess underneath him.

Abruptly, your orgasm crashed into you like a stampede. You cried out Miguel’s name through your climax, spraying your juices in thick spurts, haphazardly, into the air, coating your stomach, thighs, and Miguel’s abs and cock with your essence. The loud sounds of dripping and squelching filled the room upon your orgasm.

At your release, your pussy clutched Miguel’s cock tightly, a blissful rush of tingles coming over him. His thrusts became sporadic and inept following you in your climax.

He hastily pulled out, shooting his creamy, white load upon your stomach with a guttural groan, the veins upon his lower belly and thighs pulsated, his mahogany eyes closed whilst breathless grunts passed his parted lips with each release of his essence.

Your eyes fluttered at the warm sensation as you tried to catch your breath and regain your thoughts and strength after the intense moment, but it was no use…

Miguel had fucked you senselessly.

But it was so worth it.

You’ve gotten what you wanted—the hunter to give in to his desires, to grant you the fucking of a lifetime, and he’d done so and even more.

Miguel climbed on next to you, the bed creaking under his heavy weight as he laid down beside you. His burly arms wrapped around your frail body, pulling you gently to his chest. He found your pants and small tremors utterly adorable as he kissed your bare shoulder. You blinked back the dizziness from your previous encounter, glancing over your shoulder at the hunter to find something you couldn’t believe…

You found love in his eyes…

“You okay?” He asked in his usual gruff voice, stroking his thumb across your rosy, tear-stained cheeks, his mahogany eyes roaming your face with a trace of concern. You scoffed at his expression. “Of course.” You chuckled, noticing that he wasn’t at all breathless and tired as you were—simply lying upon the bed like the two of you weren’t just fucking like two animals in heat.

“Did ya enjoy yourself?” You inquired, turning to face him, but with some struggle—your body already feeling sore. He placed a hand on your hip, caressing you with a smile. “Of course, what was not to love?” He genuinely said, making you raise an eyebrow at the flattery. “Oh really now, is the infamous bounty hunter complimenting me?” You asked teasingly, finding his damp coffee-brown curls clinging to his sweaty forehead rather cute.

At your playful remark, hus grin broadened on his tanned face. “You can keep a secret, can’t ya, sweetheart?” He smirked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Miguel never felt his heart swell so much. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but he didn’t want it to ever stop.

You laughed, gazing up at him. “Of course…At a price.” Miguel snickered, anticipating the response, but it still piqued the hunter’s interest. “And what’s that, miel?”

“Don’t turn me in.”

At your words, meant as a joke, Miguel’s heartfelt smile instantly dropped, bringing him back to the reality of the West.

You were an outlaw… 

He was a bounty hunter… 

Bounty hunters and outlaws didn’t mix… 

He’s supposed to take you in…

“Mierda.” He sighed, every happy emotion he felt draining from his face to be replaced with his usual cold expression of a scowl and dead mahogany eyes.

“Miggy?” You called out to him, your eyebrows furrowed. “Are ya okay?” You inquired, your turn now to ask about his well-being, but it was met with silence.

Miguel had never felt more disheartened and conflicted. He adored his job as a bounty hunter, the thrill of the hunt and the ability to use his exceptional skills to track down any criminal for a hefty amount of gold and cash, but you made him question everything…

It’ll be hypocritical of him to chase down outlaws like a damn dog, arrest them or either kill them depending on their crimes, and do neither to you.

You were a criminal, you’ve robbed and stole from many, and have taken a few heads with you along the way.

But fuck…

He couldn’t bring himself to hurt you or arrest you.

So he’d returned back to the question once more.

What should be done with you…?

He turned over to look at you, taking in your troubled eyes that gazed back at him. His hardened expression softened at your face that showed genuine interest in him in return.

Or were you playing him once more…

The hunter reached out, cupping your cheek in his large gloved one, the action instantly making your heart warm. You leaned into his palm, eyes trained on him. “Ya thinkin’ again. Ain’t ya?” You asked, heaving a sigh.

Miguel stroked your face with his thumb, relishing in how soft your skin was. “How can I not? This is goin’ against everythang I stand for.” He uttered, but unable to pull his hand away, and neither did you wish him to.

Even though you were used to the seduction of many men—only sleeping with most of them for survival or for a means to escape, but now…

You desired the hunter, despite him being your enemy.

He’d killed and arrested many people like you— did it without a blink of an eye, but instead of feeling fearful of that, it oddly, only made you want him more.

You placed a hand on his chest, delicately tracing patterns along the curves of his chiseled and ruggedly hairy pecs, a comforting silence enveloping both of you. Miguel’s deep sigh of contentment escaped his lips as his large hand moved from your face to tenderly stroke your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“Yer never answered my question.” Your western accent filled the room once more, looking up at him. Miguel's bushy eyebrows furrowed, his mind a little foggy due to your mere closeness and touch. “What question?” He asked, glancing down at you, his confusion making you giggle. “Gosh, how did I remember and not ya?” You playfully teased, believing he’d previously scrambled your brain to no return, instead, it seemed you’ve done so to the hunter.

The corners of his tightly drawn lips twitched to a smirk. “I was just…lost in the moment.” Miguel replied. “But what’s the question I didn’t answer?”

“If ya fancy me or not.” You stated, the hunter’s heart jumping at the reappearance of the question. He grunted, his burly arm enclosing around your waist possessively, pressing his firm body against your soft, supple one. “I shouldn’t...” He whispered with a heavy sigh, feeling with each passing second, he was doing what he’d told himself he’d never do.

Love… 

Feel…

“But ya do.” You retorted once more, cupping his face. “So whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?” You asked playfully with a grin.

That smile—that smile was everything to the hunter and always made his heart flutter and his stomach to stir. “That’s what I’m debatin’ in my head, Cariño.” The Latino sighed. “For the first time, in a long time, I don’t know what the hell to do.” A troubled expression crossed the hunter’s face, making you feel sorry for him—you’ve never seen him so conflicted.

"What's yer head sayin'?" You asked, already knowing the answer. "To take yer fine ass in," he replied in a gruff voice, tightening his grip around you, as if he never could let you go.

You hummed, feeling him rest his chin upon your head, another sigh passing his lips. "And how 'bout this?" You asked next, placing a hand over his right pec, where his heart resided.

"What's that cold heart of yer's tellin’ ya?"

Miguel's mahogany eyes snapped down at you, your inquiries seeming to punch him in the gut each time. He kept your gaze, staring into your intrigued orbs.

The hunter wet his lips before cupping your chin between his gloved fingers, leaning close to you, his breath mingling with yours. His eyes roamed your face before allowing his heart to speak the words he'd been holding in for so long.

"To make ya mine."

Miguel said, his mahogany eyes never leaving yours. "I wanna take care of ya, not allow ya to have to steal another coin in yer entire life," the hunter uttered, his fingers caressing your chin and jaw. "I wanna protect ya, love ya, ride alongside ya in the desert—not as enemies with an intent to capture ya…, 

But as lovers…"

You stared back at the infamous and cold bounty hunter, not quite believing the confession pouring from his lips.

In all your life of being an outlaw and criminal, you've had moments where you've tangled in the sheets with a few individuals, them speaking similar things as the hunter did, but you never felt the same. Simply flashing them a grin, and upon them falling asleep, hastily finding the nearest exit and riding off into the sunset. However, right now...

You didn't want to run.

"Ya sure?" You asked with a smirk. "I'm quite the handful." You said, tucking a curl of his damp coffee brown hair behind his ear. Your words caused a deep rumble of laughter to erupt from the hunter, one that surprised him. His mahogany eyes that usually held death and coldness in them, now were full of love and affection.

"I reckon I've always been fond of a good challenge." The hunter said, pressing his lips to the top of your head, his kisses always bringing a wave of warmth to spread throughout your body. "I figured as much." You giggled, meeting his loving gaze. "But let me let ya in on a 'lil secret." You grinned, beckoning him closer with a finger. Miguel raised an eyebrow, a small smile upon his lips as he leaned in, awaiting your next words.

"I've always had a soft spot for ya, hunter."

You said in a low whisper, the Latino swiftly pulling away in shock, meeting your eyes to find any sign of deceit, but either you were playing him again, or you were genuine. Either way, his heart swelled at your confession.

"So…whatcha tryin' to do, vaquera?" He asked, his duties, reputation, or him being a hypocrite vanishing to the back of his head. Your confession tugged at him more than he'd expected. It was something he'd always secretly wanted, needed even—for his oppressed affections and missed arrests to not have been for nothing.

That after all this time of exchanging bullets and cutthroat words, you actually felt the same…

The hunter still couldn't wrap his head around the fact you fancied him in return, but he was certain he was willing to do anything for you in this moment.

You flashed him a grin, knowing his duties as a bounty hunter were tied to his very soul, unable to separate from him as your troublesome nature was with yours. "Then how 'bout we try this whole… secret lovers thing, eh?" You proposed, caressing the side of his thick neck and along his broad shoulder.

Miguel hummed at your touch, deep down liking the idea very much. He wanted nothing more than to experience moments with you that didn't end with guns being drawn. "I'll be willin' to give it a go." The hunter replied, not knowing how much his agreement made your heart soar.

You hastily pressed your lips to his, capturing him in a passionate kiss. Miguel smiled, kissing you back with much fervor and pulling you on top of him. His hands caressed your soft flesh while you straddled his hips. Your kiss swiftly became more heated and intense as a small groan escaped the hunter's lips, soon feeling something hard brushing against your thigh.

You parted from him with a laugh, glancing down to find he was heavily aroused once more before meeting his eyes. "Ya want me again, hunter?" You asked in a sultry voice, causing a huge grin to spread across his lips, a sight still so foreign from his usual deep scowl.

"Always…"

He uttered, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you into a long searing kiss. Your evident adoration for each other felt in each deep interlock of your lips.

And in that moment, the hunter knew he loved you, as you knew you loved him in return…

“Ya sure it’s him?”

The rough western accent of a woman uttered through the quiet of the night, the breeze brushing along her ebony skin and running through her thick, black curls.

“Absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt,” the older male replied. “Yeah, he was lookin’ real close with that outlaw back at the saloon, a lil’ too close if ya know what I mean,” the other added, causing a growl to escape the woman’s crimson lips.

“What the fuck are you doin’ Miguel?”

She hissed under her breath, her gloved thumb spinning the caliber of her pistol in thought.

“So…Jessica…what’s the plan?

We gettin’ rid of him?”

“Nay…” Jessica Owens replied, whipping around to look at the two gunslingers. Her cold amber eyes bore into them through her black eyeglasses, and the two straightened up under their leader's harsh gaze.

“I wanna see this for myself…”

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[princesssmars]

thinking about being a princess all alone in a tower with only dragon!karlach…nsfw.

karlach’s life was pretty simple at this point and time : wake up, eat breakfast, guard some wicked witch’s treasure, then fill her day with any other activity she could come up with in this place. no matter that some days she felt she’d die of boredom, or that her wings were growing stiff from lack of flying, this was way better than the alternative options that happened to people like her.

especially when the witch comes back with her newest possession - you, dressed in a big frilly dress with tears streaming down your distractingly beautiful face. so distracting that she nearly misses the hag spit out a “don’t let her leave, no matter what.” before cackling and vanishing through a window.

she tries her best of course. there’s not much she can do at first when you spend your day kicking and screaming at her, desperately crying for anyone outside the tiny bars to come save you, clawing at the doors until you tucker yourself out.

she can’t help but feel bad - her heart may be on fire but she still has one, picking you up once you’ve stopped your tears and resting you in the soft dusty bed in the tower. you drowsily whine about your dress getting dirty and she can’t help but laugh to herself. she offers to get you something of hers, partly out of the kindness of her heart and partly because your deep breathing is bringing her attention to the neckline of your dress, the cut and your corset highlighting your bosom in a way she can’t believe is considered tasteful at court these days.

slowly you seem to warm up to her, although it’s not like you have many other options to fill your day with. it’s cute how you start to follow her around, asking her question after question about who she is, what she does here, what it’s like being being a dragon hybrid. she lets you touch her scales and horns, admiring the cute look on her face as you feel the rough textures under your hands.

and gods, it’s not making her dilemma any easier. she’s supposed to be protecting you in favor of the woman who’s kidnapped you from your home, but she can’t help be drawn to you: your kindness to her and how you don’t judge what she is at any second of the day, how you observe everything around you and seem to take everything in like a true diplomat would, how when she sends you off to your room at night your eyes get all big and pleading when you ask to stay by her side just a little bit longer…

it’s the same look you have now as she presses you into the rough golden pieces of the witches hoard, sharp teeth biting marks into your neck as you cry and mewl for more. she really just can’t help herself when she trails a large hand between your thighs, pressing harsh kisses to your lips when she thrusts her fingers inside you again and again and again, yellow eyes transfixed on how your cum makes the treasures under you glisten and gleam, still incomparable to the gorgeous hazy smile you wear on your face.

i’m nearly done with the fic of this concept but it’s a lot fluffier than envisioned so have some filth c:

[tipofthemountain]

so it goes

pt.2 of actress!

part one

tags: Biker!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Actress! Afab reader, absolutely filthy smut, a little fluff, basically porn with a plot. NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 2.2k

summary: Reader rides Simon in the back of her limo after winning big at the oscars.

a/n: giggling like a school girl, kicking my feet and shit as if i didn’t write this…

ps: i’m not that great at writing smut so bear with me please 🤞🏻

smut below the cut! you’ve been warned!

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“And the winner for best actress goes to!” Halle Berry stands in front of the 100s of people holding that oh so important golden envelope with tonight’s winner in it.

What you didn’t expect was for your name to be said into the microphone. The only look on your face is shock. You stand up with your hand on your heart. Your entire table stands in ovation as does the entire room. Simon of course beside you as you brought him as your plus one. He doesn’t like the spot light but how could he say no to you? You kiss him in front of everyone not caring about the headlines tomorrow morning.

“Congratulations my love.” He says after you release him from the soft kiss. Simons normal leather jacket and blue jeans being replaced by a fancy black suit that cost more than a lightly used car.

Your movie “Tales of a Wicked Woman” was nominated for 4 oscars tonight. Best Supporting Actress, Best Director, and Best Actress, and Best Picture. You and your costar Amy Heart taking home awards.

As you walk up the stage you pass by celebrity’s who give you congratulations and patting you on the back. Merle Streep even blew you a kiss which nearly made you faint.

As you take the award from Halle with a quiet ‘thank you’ you take a deep breath before giving the speech you didn’t prepare.

“Wow okay… um. I’m in shock. This has been something I’ve been dreaming of since I was 10 years old.” You shyly say into the microphone looking down at the shiny award. You look back up immediately locking eyes with Simon to ground yourself.

“I want to thank all the women before me who have won this award. I want to thank the woman who come after me who win! I want to thank my family who’s watching at home! I want to thank my agent for getting me this role. Thank you to everyone in this room even if you hate me! Most importantly I want to thank my amazing fiancé for always pushing me to be my absolute best.” You mouth an “I love you’ to the camera but you know it’s for Simon. A music tone plays letting you know the 45 seconds of speech time is up.

As your escorted backstage the oscar you just won is taken by some backstage handyman but you don’t question it. Your then escorted back to your seat moments later to here the winner of the Academy Award for Best Picture.

As last years winner for best actress Emma Stone makes her way to the stage to present the award you take a breath in and grab Simons hand tightly.

“And the Academy Award for Best picture goes to…” Emma says slowly opening the golden envelope. The entire room feels like it goes quiet.

“Midnight In Manchester!” Screams of excitementerupt from the table beside you as your coworkers all cheer for the winners.

You try not to let it show on your face how disappointing it is that your film wasn’t picked but then again, how often does an all female lead cast get picked for best picture? You stand up happily clapping and send a congratulatory smile to the winners as they pass your table.

‘Midnights in Manchester’ was a mob movie. It was about the son of the biggest mob boss finding it difficult to continue running the business after his father mysteriously died. The son (you not caring to much for the one thousandth mob movie being made cared to learn character names) wanted to be a painter but had to take over the family business. From the clips you saw online the movie looked gorgeous, the cinematography was beautiful… but that’s not what makes a great movie. Hell it even took home the award for best cinematography earlier that night. You found that some of the lines where cheesy and the actors where unprofessional. The main guy didn’t even have that thick of a Manchester accent and you would know! Your fiancé scores the deepest (and sexiest) Manchester accent you’ve ever heard.

After being collected by your manager you walk around for 30 minutes giving fake kisses followed by hellos and goodbyes to a few of your colleagues. Simon being glued to your hip acting more of a body guard than your actual body guards did.

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After 30 more minutes of even more hellos and goodbyes you’re escorted off the premises and into your limo. Simons hands almost immediately working their way up and under your dress.

You don’t stop him. You let him lay you flat against the long soft seats and let calloused hands run up your thighs. He stops just at the trim of your lace panties and looks you lovingly in the eyes.

“My little Oscar winner.” He whispers before clashing his lips into yours. You lace your hands in his perfectly laid hair.

Good thing your limo has extra tinted windows or else your driver and the entire world are about to get the show of a life time.

Simon pulls your panties completely off you and stuffs them into his pocket. With his skillful hands he slowly makes his wake up and down your sweet folds. You moan at the contact and roll your head back disconnecting from Simons lips.

“So wet for me darlin’” He whispers into your ear as he painfully slow enters a single digit into you.

He makes quick work pumping his finger in and out of you. Moans of pure bliss being spilled from your mouth. Hushed words of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘you feel so good’ being exchanged from both of your mouths.

Simon then adds another finger curling them and you hitting that blissful spot inside. His palm flat against your clit adding more friction pushing you to your climax.

“I can see your face. You’re holding it in. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers.” Simons voice pushing you over the edge of the precipice. You ramble out his name as your body cools down from the first orgasm.

After catching your breath you sit up watching as Simon licks his fingers clean from your juices. Which only fuels the fire growing in the pit of your stomach again.

You notice Simons erection and work your way towards the buttons of his dress pants. However he stops you which makes you pout playfully.

“Don’t make that face.” Simon says in a authoritative tone. You continue to pout however, not caring for the punishment that’s surely ready to come.

“Let me help you.” You whine which you know Simons weak too. He just can’t get enough of how much you want him. Him? He who has probably done things so unspeakable yet you still want him?

“It was your night my love. This whole night should be for you.” He says placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You truly don’t care however and unbutton his pants anyway.

You pull yourself onto Simons lap and he pushes the fluffy red mess of your dress up enough to expose your beautiful things.

“If it’s my night then let me help you. Let me make you feel good too.” You whisper seductively in to his ear. He groans in response which tells you he gives you permission to use him as you please. Which he was going to to let you do anyway.

As he did with you, you have your hands in his pants in no time pulling out his hard cock and stroking him. He throws his head back as you rub your thumb across the pre-cum leaking from the tip his cock. You place kisses down his neck and down his bare torsos. ‘When did that get unbuttoned?’ You question shortly before you place your self in front of him.

Simons eyes haven’t left your face since the second you started making your way down his body. Your mouth hovering over his leaking cock. You swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your pretty red lips around him completely. His large size making it impossible to take him fully into your mouth. You wrap your hands around the base of his cock pumping him as you bob your head up and down his cock.

All that can be heard from Simon is blissful moans and hushed words.

“God woman.” Simon says softly placing his hands in your hair not wanting to undo the work your hair dresser spent hours doing.

You can always tell when Simons close because he starts rambling on about how much he loves you and how he can’t wait to marry you. Its how he proposed actually. A little unorthodox but you where going down on him when he popped the question. Obviously a month later he made sure to do it properly with a real ring and a beautiful day planned.

You pull your mouth off Simon however and sit your self on his lap once again. You pull his lips to yours and wrap your hands into his now perfectly messy hair. You’ve lined your bare core to his leaking tip and slowly start to sink your way down inch by inch. You pause when you’ve sunken all the down. You lay your head down on Simons shoulders leaving red lipped kisses all over his neck working your way up to his face. You quickly imagine the headlines that will be shown in the morning.

Simon practically growls when you start to bounce on his cock. Your hands laced back into his hair as you pepper kisses between sweet nothings.

“M’not gonna last long my love.” Simon struggles to get out. He rests his forehead against yours as you continue to bob up and down his large cock.

“Want you to cum in me.” You says slowing your movements to make this last longer. Just enough so your orgasm times perfectly with his.

Simon takes matters into his own hands and begins to move your body up and down his cock. The movements being harsh and fast yet still loving compared to your more gentle ones. You still find euphoria in his movements moaning his name most likely too loudly. You think to your self about how much your driver must really hate you right now.

As your reaching your second orgasm of the night Simon begins to hold you in place as he fucks up into you signaling he’s just as close.

“Oh fuck.” Simon slams you down onto his cock with one harsh yet gentle stroke which causes you to cum with him. You feel his cock leaking inside you as the both of you ride out your shared highs together.

You place more sloppy kisses on his face, your lipstick long gone seeing as you just had to spread it all over his body.

You move your head back to look Simon in the eyes. The obvious look of him being pussy drunk still on his face. You giggle as he smirks pulling you into another kiss.

You pull yourself off Simon and take the seat next to him pulling your dress back down over your legs. Your underwear still being in Simons pocket and you not caring to ask for them back because you know this won’t be last orgasm you have tonight. You watch as Simon tucks himself back into his pants and button his shirt back up. The obvious marks of your lips still being all over his collar, neck, an face.

“I look like I was fucked by 20 hookers.” Simon jokes making you laugh loudly. His smile bright as he uses the foggy window to fix the messy hair you caused.

You feel the limo slowing down as your limo driver has finally made his way to one of the many Oscar after party’s. You quickly straighten out your dress and hair and rub the remaining lipstick off your face with a near by napkin. Simon not bothering to do the same. You offer him one but he doesn’t take it.

Your limo comes to a slow stop and your door is opened by your security team. Bright lights are snapped as you make your way to the door of the grand hotel the party will be taking place. Pictures of your red lips planted all of Simons face and your smirking face to surly be planted all over celebrity news and fan pages tomorrow. You and Simon walk hand and hand into the building with the bright lights following until your out of sight from cameras.

“Can’t wait to see what they’re all gonna say tomorrow.” Simon laughs placing a gentle kiss to the temple of your forehead.

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“After Winning best Actress at the oscars last night, the star of ‘Tales of a Wicked Woman’ was seen leaving her limo with her fiancé. The stars lipstick completely smeared all over her partner Simon Riley, who was an extra in the show ‘Highway To Your Heart’. The pair looked to have had a good time in the back of the shared limo before arriving to the Oscars after party.” The article of TMZ writes. You show Simon the article the next morning which only earns the two of you laughs and giggles.

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final thoughts: SHES FINALLY FUCKING HERE OMG!! i know i said i was gonna post this forever ago and i kept changing my mind about what i wanted part two to be. i was either going to make pt2 where the first part left off or this. this has been sitting in my drafts for such a long time that i think it’s finally her time to be released. i changed somethings from this post but i think all the main points are still there. i also got carried away i think 🧍🏻‍♀️. oh well. I thought of making up more imaginary actors/actresses but then I didn’t want too. Also I have no idea how the Oscars work so if it’s inaccurate then my bad! I hope this doesn’t disappoint :)

I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN’T USE ANOTHER TAYLOR SONG BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF!! SHES GOT LIKE A THOUSAND SONGS. HER DISCOGRAPHY IS HUGE!!!

Also my requests are open! I’ll be adding a post soon of things you can and can’t ask me!

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slightly inspired by this song :*

[sixgunluvr]

An Outlaw's Desires

Mature Readers ONLY, 18+. pairing Arthur with a female reader, language, oral sex, light spanking, smut. Sorry if I forgot anything.

You had been stuck at camp for 5 days with no Arthur.

All you've had on your mind is Arthur, his touch, his smell, his smile, his eyes, and his cock.

You just need a little distraction to ease this God-forbid wild hunger for your man.

You fluffed your hair, straightened your skirt, and put on those heels that Arthur likes and made your way alone, into town. 

You had nothing planned other than just distracting yourself from the yearning.

The day was hot, the wind was wild, and the dust from the street had left you with a gritty taste in your mouth. As you approached the saloon, you heard the distant sound of laughter, rambunctious yips from a group of men playing poker, and a melancholy harmony of a faint, out-of-tune piano.

You entered the dimly lit saloon, and the scent of stale ale mixed with the musky aroma of crowded men filled your nose.

As your eyes adjusted to the low light, you saw him - Arthur, sitting at a table, surrounded by Charles, Javier, and Lenny. The shocked look and mix of relief swept across his face when he saw you.

"Damn it, woman! What the hell are you doing here?" He hastily rose, as if to protect you from this testing masculine world.

You stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest. "Miss me, darling?" you asked, trying to pull off a composed tone, but failing miserably.

That gorgeous smile that just fucked with your mind and heart spread across his rugged face. "Baby, I missed you every damn second of every day."

However, your wicked senses were now fully aroused, now noticing the saccharine-sweet perfume oozing from a luscious blonde draped over Arthur's arm.

"Hun, who's this?" She pouted, not quite understanding that you two shared something unbreakable.

"Lola, my sweet, this is the woman I've been living for every day.

I told you, I'm a taken man," Arthur replied with a playful grin, disengaging himself from Lola's grasp.

Lola, seemingly unperturbed, put on a show by puckering up and blowing you a kiss before sauntering back over to the bar.

You had expected the worst upon entering this worn-out, faded rust-hued saloon, but Arthur had never broken your trust before.

“Care to join me, beautiful?” Arthur asked, lightly tugging on a chair next to him.

“We’re in the middle of a poker game.”

Javier raised his hat playfully as he caught sight of you. His brown eyes radiated a warmth that contrasted sharply with Arthur’s bashful demeanor.

“Ah, our striking beauty has arrived. Welcome!” Javier greeted you as he shuffled the deck around.

Charles, ever the quiet one, simply nodded a nod as he scribbled something on a notepad, while Lenny let off a rusty bark of laughter from the opposite end of the table.

The atmosphere was tense, but you could feel Arthur's protective aura enveloping you.

"Let's see what you got, darling," Arthur whispered, winking while patting his lap.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling a familiar heat radiating through your thighs. Game on. You sat on his lap, facing the table, and joined the poker game.

Half of your attention was on the cards being dealt, but the other half couldn't wait to taste that rugged outlaw.

Your flirtatiousness started to intensify, and Arthur's breath matched your pace.

He slid his hands up your thighs, caressing the smoothness of your skin.

You leaned in a little closer, letting his beard tickle the back of your neck, and the warmth of his breath on your ear.

The room began to spin, but all you wanted was Arthur.

With trembling lips, you whispered, "I need you now."

With a rasping voice, he answered, "Your wish is my command, darling."

Arthur clumsily threw his cards onto the table, tipping over his beer glass and stunned the room into silence.

He took you by the hand and guided you through the cluttered, beer-soaked saloon floor. The thick stares of ‘Lola’ and the other women followed you as you hurriedly climbed the wooden staircase.

Their pissed-off gaze couldn't quench the fire kindling throughout your entire body. You had eyes for one man only - Arthur, your outlaw cowboy with a golden heart.

Each heavy thud from Arthur’s booted steps made your pussy weep.

Your heart raced when you reached the top of the rickety stairs, with the dimly lit hallway guiding you towards the closest door.

You fumbled for the door handle, your breath hitching in excitement.

Arthur's muscular frame pressed against your back as he kicked the door behind him, slamming it shut with a finality that echoed throughout the small, dingy room.

The smell of stale cigars and sex met your nostrils, but you didn't care.

Nothing mattered anymore but the man behind you, whose hands had already begun to unbutton your shirt.

You shrugged off his touch, spinning around to tear at his clothes, seeking out the warmth of his bare, muscular flesh.

Arthur groaned as your hands worked furiously at his shirt buttons, your fingernails gently scoring his roughened skin.

With a final yank, your hands reached his now unfastened belt, which you pulled loose with animal hunger. Staring deeply into each other's eyes, you both knew there was no turning back. There was no room for tenderness or going slow; the lust consumed you, smothering any other thoughts.

A brutal, primal need took hold, tearing away any reservations.

With your shaking hands, you slid down his pants, revealing that throbbing, wildly excited cock.

Your breath hitched, desire unfurling like a wildfire burning in your core.

Arthur's large hands roamed over your body, grazing the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Fuck, baby. I've missed that sweet pussy of yours," he groaned, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

You moaned, crushed against his bare chest, drowning in the taste of whiskey on his lips.

Arthur's tongue explored the depths of your mouth, tangling with yours as if they belonged together.

His hands moved higher up your spine, grasping desperately at your thick, tangled hair.

Your hands ventured to his solid cock, gripping him tightly and teasing the plump, shiny head with your fingertips.

A low, breathless curse escaped from Arthur's parted lips as his cock jerked in your hand, seeking that warm release.

With one more searching kiss, in which he seemed to consume your very soul, Arthur broke away from your bruising embrace, breathing raggedly.

You, too, gasped for air but held onto the precious moments of passion still lingering in your racing heart.

Your lips swollen and your mind bewildered, you struggled to stem the unyielding hunger still gnawing in your lower belly.

You nudged Arthur gently towards the nearest wall, eyes alight with intense desire and wanton need.

"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered as he cupped your face, savoring the taste of your lips one last time before giving in to the unadulterated desire running rampant between you.

Your lips quivered in anticipation as your deft hands traveled down his taught chest and bulging muscles, every hill and valley sculpted by seasons on vicious outlaw adventures.

Meanwhile, the ragged rhythm of his heavy breaths filled your ears, causing you to ache for the blissful pleasure only this man could offer you.

Bending down, you knelt before Arthur as if in submission, yearning for the slightest taste of the throbbing cock springing forth in front of you.

A low growl rumbled through his chest, and his hands tightened in your hair as you gently slipped the head between your eager, swollen lips. The salty taste of his precum and musky aroma of lust overwhelmed you, and you moaned in pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

With deliberate, teasing movements, you wrapped your tongue around his thick shaft, lapping at him with desire.

His head fell backward and thudded against the cold, rough planking of the wall. That's so goddamn good." He thrust his cock deep into your throbbing, eager mouth, and you greedily took him in, moaning around his width.

You drew your head back, letting your teeth gently graze his swollen head before plunging him back between your lips.

Arthur hissed, his powerful thighs tightening as your tongue traced the underside of his shaft, worshipping the veiny pillar of his manhood.

"Oh, baby, you are going to fucking kill me," he ground out, hips bucking forward.

You marveled at his weight on your tongue, tracing the patterns and grooves of every glorious inch. The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat, and your gag reflex kicked in.

You had never taken him so deep, but the taste of him, the salty sweetness was addictive.

Your arms snaked up around Arthur's hips to hold him in place as he thrust.

His fingers tightened in your hair, bumping the back of your throat before pulling out.

You gasped, stars clouding your vision for a moment.

When you looked up, Arthur was staring down at you with a look of sheer awe and lust.

"Fuck, baby, you are perfect.

Your tight, wet mouth feels incredible on my aching cock," Arthur groaned as you worked him with your hands, guiding his shaft towards your greedy mouth again. His smooth head pressed against your lips, and you sighed in pleasure, opening wider to receive him. Your desire ignited, knowing how much steadfast strength and pure masculinity coursed through him, and surged into your veins.

He slid back into your mouth, and you began massaging his firm buttocks, pressing him closer, holding him there as long as you could bear it.

He pressed insistently deeper into your velvet furnace, your nose buried in the wiry hair between his legs, and your eyes teared up, making you blink furiously. Arthur pulled back with a loud slurp and then roughly grabbed your hair in both hands. He began ruthlessly face-fucking you, his big balls slapping against your chin with each thrust, groaning and swearing as your ass swayed beneath the hem of your dress.

"Shit, damn it, you are heaven! I knew you'd be good at this.

Fuck, baby, you look like a goddamn queen on your knees." His hips snapped forward as he pummeled your face with that divine cock. "But, I need to taste my queen too."

His words sank in as he pulled out and ripped your dress up to your waist, revealing your slick, aching pussy. The sudden gush of cool air made your clit pulse with pleasure, and his obscene growl forced liquid need to pool between your legs.

His rough hands spread you open, pushing two fingers into you, followed by a third.

Your back arched involuntarily with a whimpering sigh escaping past your swollen lips, his thumb casually stroking your clit.

Arthur growled deep in his throat, "Goddamn, woman.

You're already soaked."

You only managed a trembling nod in response. His probing touch felt so good that you wanted more.

"Do it, please," you murmured - but your pleas weren't necessary.

With an animalistic grunt, Arthur positioned his swollen tip to your entrance.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his sculpted hips, guiding him inside you.

Your inner walls tensed, spreading around that delicious monster with a whimper.

He hissed and pushed into you, slowly sheathing himself in your warm, inviting embrace.

"Oh, fuck, yes!

You're squeezing me like a vise, baby," he grunted out, his eyes squeezing shut as he finally buried himself entirely in this new, yet familiar haven.

The sensation, both comfortable and tantalizing, worked its magic as you both fell into a familiar rhythm.

Arthur’s thrusts matched the pace of your squirming hips, driving deeper. With each forward lunge, the head of his cock slammed into your G-spot, flooding your body with tingling pleasure. Little moans kept falling from your swollen red lips, and your final button popped off your blouse in ecstasy.

Eyes locked, you read the hunger in his expression, and it ignited your own.

His grip tightened around you, hands splayed possessively against your backside, as he set a merciless pace. He pulled you onto his damp cock with unrelenting force, grunts and groans punctuating each crashing plunge.

"Fuucck, you're so fucking hot, baby. And tight. Goddamn, you're gonna make me come!"

His voice, hoarse and desperate, sent a shiver down your spine. You squeezed around him, milking his shaft as your legs trembled with the effort to maintain your position.

The fullness of Arthur inside you, the feel of his rough palms massaging your ass, and his hot breath on your cheek were setting you on fire.

Arthur could barely take it either, his rhythm faltered, and his hands slid from your backside as he braced himself with urgency against the rough wooden walls. The grunting increasing in volume as you felt his cock surge with heat.

He plunged in and out of your dripping wet pussy relentlessly.

"Fuck, yeah. Take it, baby," he hissed, eyes half-closed as the pleasure overtook him.

"Yes, yes, Arthur. Come inside me, give it to me. Harder, oh God, yes!"

With an animalistic growl, he gave in, pounding into you desperately. Every brutal thrust met with your cries of pleasure until his deep, guttural moan shattered the silence, accompanied by an intense spasm.

His cock twitched after such a long, hard ride, and his seed shot deep inside you, hot and filling.

Each spasm of his thick cock pulsed an intoxicating warmth within your core, and you moaned, gripping him tighter. The intensity of blissful release had overtaken both of you, consuming any thoughts of time or place as you clung to one another.

Exhausted and satisfied, Arthur leaned into you, his forehead rested on your shoulder, and he gasped for air. His cock throbbed within you as his breathing finally began to slow. You ran your hands up and down his arms, reveling in the feeling of having him, all of him, nearby.

Arthur's softening cock twitched within you, still half-hard with the remnants of his explosive climax trickling down your inner thighs.

He kissed along your neck, pressing gentle nips against the tender flesh as his lips brushed along your collarbone.

Exhausted as you were from the wild encounter, you couldn't help but be swept away by the flicker of embers still burning in his gaze.

His arms moved from your back to placing you against the wall with a gentle but insistent force.

He wants complete control, to bring you to the edge and leave you screaming for more. Arthur's eyes gleamed with an all-consuming passion that hadn't dimmed, even with his release moments before.

His hand slid down your leg, lifting it to rest on his hip, opening you wider for him. The salty-sweet scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air as his grip tightened on you.

Slowly, deliberately, he thrust back inside.

Your head tipped back against the wall, exposing the long, graceful curve of your throat. Arthur, continuously sending shocks throughout your body, nipped and kissed at your neck, eliciting a choked giggle and desperate whimper in equal measure.

His cock slid in and out, and the feeling was indescribable. It was as if your souls connected and danced together to the sinful music created by your lovemaking.

Arthur pulled out completely, looking at you with a wicked glint in his eye, before flipping you around.

Your breasts smushed against the cold wall. His large, rough palms slid down your sides and squeezed your ass. The anticipation spread throughout your body in an explosive thrill. His hungry lips brushed against your neck, while his teeth nipped gently at your earlobe.

"Fuck, Arthur. This isn't fair," you muttered through ragged breaths, your head pressed back against his shoulder, making your voice sound foreign to your ears.

"You love it, my beautiful outlaw. Now spread those sweet legs."

You did as he commanded.

Spreading those sweet legs, you obeyed your rugged outlaw. Your breath hitched in desire as a knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. As swiftly as a cowboy draws a gun, he slapped your ass cheek, leaving a crimson imprint of his possessive brand. Your gasp grew louder as his other hand reverently traced the mark. You're pink and ready for me," he growled, worshiping you with his eyes.

Arthur continued to caress your, now rosy, ass, applying a little more pressure with his next slap. The intensity left you gasping, your pussy tightening involuntarily, desperate for his cock to fill it once more.

"You like that, you dirty girl? Do you enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure?" Arthur's voice was an excited rasp, barely discernible from the moans and laughter spilling out from the saloon downstairs.

"I want you inside me, Arthur. Please, just fuck me hard," you begged, your voice muffled by the wall.

Your raw need pierced the lust-filled fog clouding both your minds.

Without hesitation, Arthur thrust into you. He filled you completely, his erection stretching your tight walls. His grip on your hips tightened as you cried out, the sound bouncing off the walls and mixing with the cacophony from downstairs.

The initial shock had barely subsided before he began a punishing rhythm. Each thrust harder than the last, forcing you to rise on your toes, unable to ground yourself completely.

He fucked you mercilessly, and your entire existence focused on the fierce penetration devouring your needy pussy.

Every brutal surge into you brought you closer to the abyss. The sweet oblivion where pain gave way to earth-shattering pleasure.

His groans, each labored breath, and the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated around the tiny room.

Seconds became minutes. Minutes fragmented into an eternity of piercing passion as his cock throbbed within you.

You clenched around him, each wave crashing onto your shores, drawing out the intensity of your climax. Arthur dug his fingers into your hips, driving deeper, harder - sending shocks rippling through your core, the force of his pounding driving your tits against the unforgiving wooden planks.

"Goddamn, baby. I'm losing my fucking mind. You feel like fucking heaven," he bellowed, hips furiously pumping, grinding against your sensitive, swollen pussy.

Arthur's grunts grew louder, and his nails dug deeper, marking your engorged flesh.

"I'm going to come, baby, and you're going to take every drop," Arthur declared before biting down on your shoulder, mixed pain and pleasure bursting through your nerve endings.

Unable to contain your own impending release, you responded, "Yes, yes, Arthur - together, fill me up."

Just as the words escaped your lips, his cock twitched, releasing long, warm streams inside you.

The sensation sent you spiraling over the edge once more, quivering and tightening around him uncontrollably. Your heart raced like a wild mustang, neck and neck with the dizzying exhilaration coursing through your veins.

As you both descended from the heavens, Arthur's grip on you softened. His lips found your shoulder, placing lingering kisses along the bite mark he had left behind. His cock, still semi-erect, slid out of you, dragging a sigh from your swollen lips.

A sticky heat coated your trembling thighs, and you marveled at the exquisite tenderness between them. Arthur placed feather-light kisses on your neck and back as he gently pulled you into an embrace. His cock, still covered in your combined essence, nestled between your ass cheeks.

"Shit, baby. I could stare at you all day," he said with reverence in his voice.

"Mmm, I wouldn't argue." You blissfully leaned into his strong body, melting into him.

Your head lolled backward, pressing against his sweat-drenched chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his pounding heart.

Suddenly, the door burst open, causing you both to jump. A few patrons caught a fleeting glance of you two standing there, panting heavily and entwined in each other's embrace - only to quickly close the door as if trying to erase the scandalous sight they had just witnessed.

Embarrassed, you quickly gathered your thoughts and tried to push yourself away from Arthur, but he wouldn't let you go.

Instead, he turned you around, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of whiskey on his tongue and the roughness of his beard against your cheek sent waves of desire through your protesting body.

He lifted you and laid you on the bed. The coarse blanket prickled your bare back while murmuring sweet words of endearment and obscene promises of what he planned to do next.

Arthur descended to your eager pussy, lavishing open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive folds in between.

His lips explored the hills and valleys of your warm, wet terrain, savoring every taste and texture. The scent of their mingled pleasure intoxicated him, making him harder if that were even possible.

His skilful tongue lapped at the sticky flesh, greedily devouring you. A trembling sigh escaped past your swollen lips as his fingers replaced the emptiness his cock left behind. Arthur slid another digit into your slick tunnel, flicking it deftly against your G-spot.

Your back arched off the bed as his lips pursed around that sensitive button, savoring the slick taste of your arousal. Each lap, nibble, and stroke sent bolts of pure pleasure through you, pouring like honey from your core. Your eyes rolled back in your head while the storm built, threatening to crash and flood your senses.

He glanced up to catch your reaction, those green eyes burning with unparalleled passion. Arthur hooked his fingers just right, causing a delicious tension in your pelvic floor.

His eyes, filled with unrestrained desire, never strayed from yours as your back arched off the bed once more. Your thighs could no longer contain your need to reach for that ultimate release.

"Goddammit, Arthur!" you cried out, hips bucking wildly against the intrusion of his fingers.

Each wave of pleasure rolled over your trembling body, crashing into Arthur as he smiled wickedly against your dripping pussy.

His reverent kisses traced lower, worshipping the petals of your core, and teasing the tight pucker of your ass.

He parted your tender folds, baring your clit to his hungry mouth.

His tongue darted out to circle the nub, growling in satisfaction as he felt it swell beneath his merciless assault.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured, every word a melody whispered against your quivering skin.

His tongue assault continued as he licked, sucked and teased every part of your drenched pussy. His hair tickled your thighs with every focused lash, and the gritty taste of your orgasm coated his expert tongue.

You cried out again, words twisting into broken pleas and filthy curses. The force of an imminent release backed up against your walls like a dam, threatening to burst and drown them both in slippery nirvana.

"That's it, my love. Let go, don't hold back."

Arthur's voice was gravely - a rough whisper in the otherwise silent room. It snapped the restraints on your self-control, sending you tumbling into the abyss.

Your nerves exploded in a cascade of sensations - scorching pressure seared from your clit through each vein, heating your very core. The storm finally broke, and your sex gushed with pent-up need in a hot, pulsating wave that swallowed them whole.

"Fuck.

Yes." You screamed, the pleasure wracking your body like tidal waves. Your legs trembled around Arthur's head as he groaned in delight, lapping up every last drop of your orgasm.

As the shudders subsided, and your breathing calmed, Arthur brushed gentle kisses across your tender folds. His fingers slid free from your drenched pussy, leaving a slight feeling of emptiness.

"You are fucking magnificent, you know that?" He raised a hand to brush a strand of sweat-drenched hair from your face.

The rough pad of his thumb tracing your cheekbone sent sparks racing between your hypersensitive nerve endings, and a shiver crept up your spine. Arthur hovered above you, scrutinizing your face as if searching for slivers of your soul hidden within the crevices of your eyes.

"Open your eyes, baby," he whispered, brushing his lips tenderly against yours.

Reluctantly, you released the darkness that had swathed your vision, allowing the reality of his loving gaze to fill the emptiness.

"You are one gorgeous son-of-a-bitch, you know that?" The words rolled off your swollen lips, slightly hoarse from the night's acrobatics.

Arthur smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling endearingly, and brushed his nose against yours. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to your slightly parted lips. The faint taste of your desire lingered there, a bittersweet reminder of the rapture he offered moments earlier.

As you basked in the afterglow of the grandest passion-fueled storm, Arthur nestled beside you under the quilt, a rope of muscle and sinew, his dark hair brushing your breasts and turning your insides aflutter. The saloon's atmosphere and the night outside faded effortlessly against the fire lighting up your souls.

You sighed, letting your weary bones sink into the old mattress. His arm draped around your shoulder, and his firm hand cupped yours, a lazy circle, skin against skin.

The warmth spreading through your veins whispered promises of safety and belonging. There were no secrets between you, only the raw, honest truth of how you set every part of him aflame.

Minutes passed, an eternity in the combined silence of two souls while the old grandfather clock in the corner ticked away the sodden night. Laughter, muffled conversation, and music from downstairs seeped through the wooden walls of the small room and slithered around you, ultimately suffocated by the rising satisfaction of the moment.

Arthur's fingers deftly weaved through your hair, while your head found solace on his shoulder. With a slow, steady rhythm, his other hand traced circles on the small of your back.

"I missed you," he confessed, his words barely whispers, but they contained a certain weight, visible even in the low light of the room.

You nestled further into him, cherishing the warmth that oozed from his body.

Safety enveloped you, a shield that prevented danger from reaching out and claiming you.

“I have missed you too, Arthur,” you murmured, your voice barely louder than his own. You tipped your head back, peering into his eyes - seeing past the green to the love and longing that dwelled within that handsome outlaw cowboy.

Through the open window, the gentle breeze meandered around you both, a comforting presence amid this intimate scene, soon joined by the distant murmurs of the nightlife below.

The soft sway of the room's lantern cast a warm, inviting glow across Arthur’s visage, igniting a smile just for you.

[1-800-local-slut]

Colorful Imagination

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Reader

Warnings: smut lol

Not proof read, also not my best work but adrenaline will do that

I was tipsy and could’ve died, so I dissociated and this was born. Ya girl is still here though, so I’m gonna keep writing smut until either my writer's block goes away or I actually do die. Also, Klaus is a munch. I don’t make the rules, I just write them.

Klaus was always an imaginative person. From his birth, his death, and his rebirth these skills only heightened. He could imagine nearly anything and see it clearly like one of his paintings. Now, he was imagining something, or someone far more interesting than his horrific childhood. He was picturing you. The gorgeous woman who had ensnared his entire mind, his blood and nearly everything. He’d see your brown skin, and your dark brown eyes looking up at him.

Right now, standing in his bedroom after dropping you off home he was imagining a lot. He was imagining you, on your knees for him as he sat on the edge of his bed. You’d start slow, the scent of vanilla overwhelming his horny brain. Unbuckling his belt, and slowly pulling down his boxers, he’d pet your bohemian braids and calm your nerves. 

The way your small hands would wrap around his dick, and stroke up and down. Your brown skin would clash against his pale skin, the tip red and angry. Your nails would provide a pleasurable scrape while he taunted you from above.

“Someone’s eager.” He’d quip with a knowing smirk. You’d give a bashful smirk, and take him into your mouth. The way you would hollow out your cheeks, sucking his brains like his dick was a straw. He would chuckle and toss his head back a little, easing himself up on his elbows.

He’d watch you with wicked eyes, brain thinking about what he was about to do to you. He spread your legs open, after tossing you onto his bed. Then, he’d lick his lips teasingly. He pictured running his tongue over your clit, and you’d jump in a moan. His eyes would never leave your dark ones, hands secured on your soft skin. Then he’d start, flicking his tongue. Your head would lean back and your arch your back in a gasp. 

When he slipped two fingers in you, you’d jolt. Klaus would scissor his fingers and hit your G-spot. You would jump and toss your head back once more. He’d keep his eyes pinned on yours, staring into your soul. He’d fall deeper and deeper entranced into your trance with every passing moment. 

He’d feel your blood pump, and hear your heart rate jump. You’d maybe jerk your hips upwards, wrapping your legs around his curly hair. He’d close his eyes, sinking deeper into the safe haven that resides between your thighs. Perhaps you were a screamer. You’d cry out his name, and a jumble of unintelligible pleas for release as he brought you closer and close. Maybe you’d groan out his name, and let out a pleased moan when he’d twist his fingers. He’d move his fingers, telling you to come closer to the brink of your orgasm, and once you were there he’d toss you over. 

Your entire body would tremble and your manicured nails would pull his blonde curls. He’d groan, and lap at your cum as it escaped you. He would be eager to show you the boundless pleasure you deserve. To show you how it feels to sunder yourself to him and all the joys he could offer you. Your thighs would tremble, and your entire body would shake. He’d continue his brutal ministrations, perhaps some  sort of punishment for teasing him with yourself. 

Once the trembling resides, he’d kiss up your thighs, and pull you into a searing kiss. Pressing his lips to yours, he’d taste your lip gloss that he loved oh so much. Pulling away, he’d leave you breathless. You’d stare up at him, eager yet nervous for more. With a devilish smirk, he’d remove your shirt, leaving you in a beautiful lace bra. Perhaps one he’d picked out himself.

Then he’d start the true fun.

[delulu4dean]

“Daylight”

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Dean x vampire female! reader

Summary: Dean has been put under a spell by a vampire(inspired by lyrics from Daylight by 5seconds of summer)

Word count: 2,777

She was stunning. There was something in her eyes, something hypnotic. A sparkle perhaps, maybe a certain fire, but it lured people in. Her voice was delicate, soft, but not weak. Don’t ever mistaken her voice for weak, that’s a fatal mistake. Her smile, on the other, hand was wicked, but most men mistaken that for sexy; another fatal mistake. There was a certain pull to her, even the bravest and the best of the hunters couldn’t resist the trance she put them under. Dean Winchester was no exception.

Dean didn’t chase after women, not like this. In fact, his sparkling green eyes and his charming smile would often get him pretty far with women, despite his dorky pick up lines. But with her, with (Y/N), it was different. He met her at a bar, while on a hunt. A few men over the past year have disappeared, only for their bodies to be found drained of blood. And that’s when he laid eyes on her and was in some deep shit.

He and Sam had spent the day asking around, to find out one main thing these men had in common, a woman. The story was the same: the victim started seeing a woman, gorgeous, absolutely stunning. Over the next two months, they became more socially withdrawn, spending all their time with her. And then they go missing, they and their girlfriends. Except their girlfriends were all the same woman. But that was the detail only she knew.

She had a method of killing. It was a process that started off slow, getting men to fall for her, not like it was hard. She played shy on the first date, innocent on the second, but took them home on the third. Things started on the couch, she pulled them in like they were going to start kissing. And then she bites them. By then they’re already under her spell, they’d let her do whatever. She didn’t drain them all at once, no. The way she made sure she wouldn’t get caught is by remaining mysterious. She only ever left at night to go to the bar to pick up her next victim, and that was once every two months. She rationed each man to make sure they lasted the two months. The men didn’t care, they were under her spell, fooling around until they lost all feeling. They would’ve done anything for her, and they did, letting her suck their blood until their hearts stopped beating.

Dean Winchester was different. She knew who he was the moment they locked eyes in the bar. Even the most strong of hunters succumbed to her charm, her energy. Dean was instantly under her spell. But she didn’t want him for sustenance, no, she was far too smart to let Dean Winchester go to waste like that. To have Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer, under her spell? She had bigger plans for him, to be her protector, her body guard.

Dean wasn’t just useful, there was something else different about him. All her other victims were scum bags, garbage, not worth saving. Some may argue she was doing the world a favor. Sure they’re humans but she’d hardly call men like these ‘people’. Dean, though, he pulled her in with his own charm and magic. While only human, his good looks might as well have been magic. And his smile, contagious and warm. Dean didn’t deserve to die, and she knew it.

When they made eye contact at the bar, it was all over. For who? Only time would tell. After a day of getting information, Sam turned in early, and Dean went to the bar. And that’s when she and him met for the first time. She had him absolutely and completely under her spell. He walked up to her, flashed a smile, and asked her, “What is a pretty girl like you doing here alone?” God, was that line corny, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

She flashed back with her signature wicked smile that Dean would only fall victim to, as she asked with a snarky tone, “Is that the best you got?” Dean just smiled at her, as he took the seat next to her. He was not going to give up.

“Okay, let me start again, I’m Dean, and you are?”

“Not interested.” Dean feigned hurt, before he chuckled.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. Give me a chance, I promise you won’t regret it.

She didn’t respond, not right away at least. She took the last sip from her drink, slid off the bar stool, and paused for a moment, as she turned her head to Dean. She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear, before she finally responded in a whisper, “Try again tomorrow.” And she strutted away, as he watched her leave. That was the beginning of it.

Dean was hooked, so of course he showed up the next day to try again. And there she was, sitting in the same spot with the same drink, and that same sinister smile. Dean approached her, taking the seat next to her again.

“Hey, you. Dean, right?” she twirled her hair, as she smiled at him.

“Hey, yeah, you remembered.” A blush creeped up Dean’s neck. “Do I get to know your name or have I not earned it.” He looked at her with those green eyes, those irresistible green eyes. She never had to fight to resist a pull to one of her victims, but Dean was far too gorgeous to resist.

“Y/N,” she finally told him. “My name is Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” He winked at her, leaning close.

And they talked, they talked for hours. They were still talking by the time the bar closed and it was time for them to leave. She tried her best to stick to waiting until the third encounter but something about Dean, she couldn’t fight the attraction. She took him back to her place with him. He drove the two of them back to her house, and she brought him inside for a cup of coffee, and hopefully to get back on track for the plan.

She brought him inside, and he sat on the couch, taking in the elegant atmosphere her furniture and decor brought to the house. She walked into the kitchen to start brewing the coffee. She put the water and the coffee grounds into the machine and soon the living room and kitchen are filled with the coffee’s aroma. When the coffee is finished brewing, Y/N poured it into two mugs, walking back to the living room, handing one to Dean. She sat down and started drinking from the mug in her hands.

She figured since what she wanted from Dean wasn’t blood, there was no reason to wait, and no reason to resist him when he placed his mug onto the table, and guided her to place her mug on the table too. There was no reason to resist as his hand moved up to her cheek and pulled her in. There was no reason to resist as their lips met. She pulled away, and looked into his eyes, and at that moment she knew she was screwed. As for Dean, he had a taste for her now and he’s obsessed. She stood up from the couch, and held her hand out for him, and he took it. She brought him up to her room where the magic happens, and trust: magic did happen.

Dean was lying there, no fear of the darkness that consumed the bedroom they were in. She was on top of him taking his shirt off before their lips collided again. She grabbed his face as he dug his fingers into her hips. Her body was grinding down against his, his hands went to the hem of her shirt and started tugging up at it. The two pull away from each other for him to pull her dress off. One by one, they took off more of their clothes, until the both of them were left absolutely vulnerable to each other.

“Should we get a condom?” Dean asked her.

“I’m on the pill,” she lied to him. It’s not like she needed any form of birth control, she’s undead, she can’t have kids, but Dean didn’t know that.

Dean pulled her in for another kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. She lowered herself slowly onto his erection, and she gasped as she took all of him in. Dean grunted softly, holding her hips, as he guided her up and down on his length. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as continued to ride him.

“You feel so good,” he breathed out softly against her lips.

Her hands left his shoulders and went up to his face, kissing him once more before she pulled away and straightened her back. She moved her hips, picking up her pace and strength, driving Dean wild. He buried his face in her neck, pulling her closer as he left a trail of kisses from her neck down to her chest. He took one of her breasts and put it in his mouth and his tongue flicked back and forth over her hardened nipple. She let out a loud moan as her movements became more desperate and frantic.

Dean threw his head back in pleasure, muttering out a soft “fuck” as he closed his eyes. He knew he was close, and she was too. She grabbed his face and made him look at her as she made her last movements before they came undone together. The room echoed with her moans and whines and his grunts and whimpers. She slowed down before stopping altogether.

She climbed off him, his length slipping out of her. The two of them laid down in bed together, on their sides so they faced each other. Her hand went to his cheek and she cupped his face, smiling at him. But it wasn’t her cold smile, this one was much warmer and genuine.

“Stay the night?” she asked. She knew he couldn’t say no to her, none of them could. But this time she wished it was a real “yes” instead of Dean being absolutely and helplessly under her control.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he pulled her close, and kissed her.

Dean pulled away and looked into her eyes, and Y/N wanted to show him her real self. But she didn’t, she didn’t think he could like her if she did. At the end of the he’s a hunter, and she was his target. So her only option was to keep Dean under her spell.

Dean knew the next morning he had to get back to this case, that he had to get back to Sam. But the idea of leaving in the morning killed him, and he didn’t know why. There’s no way he was already attached to her, it didn't make sense. It was so unlike him but he felt he’s not happy unless he’s close enough to her.

The next morning though, Dean did leave to continue the case. Not without leaving his number. And Y/N used it that night. And Dean spent the night. That’s how the two first nights went. Third night was when she asked him to stay with her the next day, when she made him ignore Sam’s calls. She decided to move forward with her plan of making Dean hers.

She ignored the guilt as much as she could. Guilt was a new feeling for her. She didn’t mind using the other men, but Dean was too good for this treatment and she knew it. But she wanted him all to herself and she knew a bunch of hunters were coming for her head. She told herself again that she had no choice.

Y/N had Dean where she wanted him. But she knew she had to do something about Sam Winchester. Any monster who knew about the Winchesters knew what these brothers would do for each other, and it scared her. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, they said. So that’s what she decided to do. She told Dean she wanted to meet Sam, to tell Sam about their newfound love. She figured if she could sell it to Sam before he caught on, then she’s safe.

Sam came over that night, and she introduced herself, trying to seem as normal as possible. Sam didn’t let his guard down, and she picked up on it. So she did everything she can to ease his worries.

“Relax, I’m not trying to take your brother.” she assured Sam. But she could sense he didn’t trust her, and he wasn’t going to.

“I’ve never seen my brother act like this before,” Sam started, looking her in the eyes. “Not without being put under a spell.”

Her breath hitched, but she kept her smile on her face playing innocent. She let out a little giggle, and tilted her head. “A spell? Like witchcraft or something?” She set a cup of water in front of Sam.

“I’m leaning to something, like maybe a vampire,” he said, causing her to freeze up.

“Witches was already a bizarre theory, but vampires? You watch too many scary movies.”

Before she started it was over. Sam was onto her, and she knew that he wouldn’t understand. He looked into her eyes and her smile faded. She couldn’t lie her way out of this.

“I’ll let him go, take the spell off, just… please let me live,” she begged. She’s never felt this sense of vulnerability, but she messed with the Winchesters and she knew that meant bad news.

“And why should I? You killed other men too.” Sam pulled out his blade.

“Those scum bags deserved it-“ she attempted to explain before she was cut off by Sam.

“Dean doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’m not going to kill Dean, I was never planning on killing Dean.”

“What was your plan?” Sam interrogated her.

“Protection,” she admitted. “I wanted him for protection. I never planned on catching feelings. But I’ll let him go, just please, don’t kill me.”

Sam put his blade away. His jaw was still clenched, but he nodded, agreeing to her terms. It was at that moment, Dean walked in.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked.

Y/N didn’t respond. She just looked at him, her eyes lost their spark, and Dean woke up from the spell. The “love” in his eyes was quickly replaced with confusion, then anger. She felt her heart sink to her stomach. Dean looked at Sam and back at her.

“What did you do to me?” he asked her.

“I charmed you… I guess, she managed to answer.

“For what? For food? For some sick game?” Dean stepped closer to her.

Without her spell, her charm, she was vulnerable. Even as a vampire, she knew damn well Dean was too skilled and strong to fight. Not like she’d want to, the idea of hurting him was off the table.

“I figured having a Winchester under my spell meant I could have the protection I needed against other hunters. Look into all the victims, they were all pieces of shit. But I know how you hunters think and I didn’t want to die.” Her voice cracked and Dean saw the weakness in her eyes.

“You still killed people,” he grumbled. But his facial expressions softened.

“I can stop. I can change, I promise I will,” she begged.

“Don’t make me regret letting you go.” Dean looked down at her.

“Thank you,” she breathed out in relief, wrapping her arms around him.

He only stood there, not reacting. He looked down at her, as she tilted her head up, and their eyes met once again. It was like he was entranced again, but this time she wasn’t doing it. It was a genuine connection. He held her face in his hands, looking for another moment before their lips crashed into each other.

When the pulled away from each other, they said their good byes. She got to walk out alive, Dean is set free. It’s not the ending she wanted but it’s the ending she deserved, and she knew it.

As Sam and Dean left, Sam looks over at his older brother, relieved to have him back and safe.

“What have you two been doing?” Sam questioned his brother who only smiled sheepishly. Sam picked up on it and rolled his eyes. “All day?”

“What can I say Sammy? She’s got me running from the daylight.”

[misseviehyde]

PROJECT FEAR

Fear... fear never changes.

Claire could feel it in the cold taste of her mouth and the tightening of her chest. The thudding beat of her heart punctuated each moment as her bully Madison moved towards her. There was no escape.

"What... the... fuck... do you want, you little loser bitch?"

Madison towered over Claire. She was gorgeous, beautiful and flawless. Perfect pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she smoothed down her black designer dress and tossed out her blonde hair. She was everything Claire dreamed of being, she was just so much BETTER than Claire.

Claire was a tiny, spotty, nerdy school girl with braces and tangled dirty hair. She felt so unconfident and so pathetic in front of the other girls beauty and total poise.

Claire felt sweat oozing out of her pores, inside her head she was whimpering. Madison sneered, her manicured hands on her hips as she looked down at the diminutive nerd. Madison was taller, her huge breasts nearly at Claire's face-height. Claire wanted to cry.

"I wanted... I wanted... I wanted to tell you to fuck off you stuck up, evil, bullying bitch."

Madison frowned. "Wh... what did you just say to me you loser?"

"I said fuck off. I should have said it back then, but I'm glad I'm saying it now. I want you to know you totally failed. You tried to make my life a living hell during high school - but I graduated top of my class. I became a success. I married a loving kind husband - I beat you and it feels so fucking good! You're the fucking loser!"

Claire screamed the last words directly into Madison's face and the look of surprise on her bullies face was worth everything. With a laugh Claire shoved her and Madison flew backwards, crashing into a wall and then through it.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the bully as she was disintegrated instantly into nothingness and with a grin Claire reached up to her head and tugged at the invisible helmet only she could feel there...

*******

Whoosh.

With a hum of power the capsule powered up, and Claire groggily awakened. With a hiss of sealed air, it sprang open and she sat up with a stretch. Her body was now older, more mature. She was no longer a schoolgirl - she was a 32 year old woman once again.

She still found the transition from her Actual-Reality simulator to real-life jarring sometimes, but she had to admit that her latest simulation had left her feeling a sensation of immense satisfaction, even if she was mostly back to her old self.

Project Fear was really coming along nicely.

She'd always been interested in the possibilities of virtual reality - but what if it could be made even better? Actual-Reality was a slightly misleading term, but one that at least gave some idea of the power of her machine. Within the capsule she'd created, the air was teeming with millions of nano-bots. Run a simulation and they would alter your body so that you could accurately relive whatever memories and feelings you'd had at some other point in your life.

There was a safety feature of course. It was impossible to leave the capsule without being turned back into your original self when you left a simulation. The capsule automatically backed up your physical body before you left.

Bullied relentlessly at school, Claire had decided she would use her new invention to help victims of bullying. Project Fear was an attempt to create a simulation where victims could relive traumatic moments from their life, but this time tell the bullies where to fuck off.

Her backers were expecting big things - she just hoped she could deliver. She'd modelled this private simulation on her own bully Madison, imbuing the AI model and personality with every cruel and wicked quirk she could remember from the evil bullying bitch.

The front door suddenly clicked open and Claire realised her husband had just walked in. Jack had been volunteering at a food bank, he was currently supporting her work by being a stay at home husband and trying to do charity work whenever he could. She loved him so much.

She ran into his arms and they kissed, hugging as they did so. "Good day on the project?" he asked proudly as she nodded.

"You bet. In fact it would really help me out if you would test the simulator again so I can make sure it works for other people too."

"Sure thing," he grinned. "You know how much fun it is to jump inside."

Claire hadn't told Jack the full implications of her project yet. She hadn't even told him about Madison. One day she would open up about the bullying she'd experienced... until then she prefered to keep it as her secret shame.

"I'll cook dinner and then I'm happy to take your simulator for a spin," he laughed.

******

Jack stood in the interface room. This was the loading screen for the simulator. From here one could adjust ones internal avatar and load into any of the simulated situations Claire had already programmed and mapped out.

Jack loved how clever Claire was and was proud of what she had achieved already. He had quit his job to be her help at home and help her to pursue her dreams. He was besotted with his wife, she was just the loveliest person he knew.

Getting to road test her amazing technology was quite a perk though.

"Run bodybuilder simulation, play as character Kurt" he laughed - loving this one as his favourite. As he spoke - the featureless room around him shimmered into a gym, but that wasn't the best bit.

The best bit was the millions of nano-bots around him that rapidly transformed his body and made him into a copy of Kurt - the olympic weight lifter. His arms swelled up with muscles, and he became taller and stronger. He could now feel the strength he possessed - the actual reality simulator had made him into a true muscle head.

But that wasn't all. To help him instantly adapt to his situation the simulator also imparted him with Kurt's muscle memory and knowledge. He now moved effortlessly and knew exactly how to use his body to the best effect.

Jack grinned at the feeling of power and strength the simulation had given him. His arms were now as thick as tree trunks and his body rippled with slab like muscle. He was a total hunk now and Kurt's confidence and arrogance were a little intoxicating.

Jack was such a nice humble man, he had to admit he quite liked using the simulator to become like characters he wasn't really much like.

"I feel amazing," he grinned wondering what it would be like to permanently have a body like this. He'd thought of asking - but Claire had been adamant that all transformations should be temporary and only permitted in the simulator capsule.

He messed about for a bit, stretching and lifting weights. Then he decided he should try another situation.

"Computer... what other sumulations are available?"

The computer began to list them off, when suddenly a name caught his attention.

"Project fear? What's that? What characters are available - I'dl love to try that."

"Only one character is available. Madison the bully. Beginning simulation. Downloading physical form and personality construct."

"Madison? No... hey wait!"

Jack groaned as the nanobots buzzed around his body and he began to change. This time it felt different... better... if that was even possible.

Although he was losing size and muscle his body remained toned and athletic. His skin tanned and became softer and smoother - with long endless legs and a curvy waist.

Jack gasped as his Adam's apple retracted and his cock shrank inside his body. He'd never tried a female character in the simulator - now he was getting his first taste of femininity.

For the first time in his life - he didn't have a cock. Instead a perfect tight pussy now sat between his thighs. The pussy of a cheerleading bullying bitch that everyboy in Claire's town had once fantasised about.

But that wasn't the only female change Jack was experiencing.

With a soft moan, Jack's hands went to his chest. The nails had already turned white with nail varnish and they looked sexy as fuck as his chest began to expand and swell out.

"Ohhhh my God!" he groaned, his voice changing in pitch and cadence to that of a spoiled petulant bitch as two huge rounded breasts pushed slowly out of his chest.

The feeling of gaining two massive DD cup tits was indescribably hot. His clothing only accomodated the swelling boobs as it too was being transformed into a stretchy grey jumpsuit.

It clung to and hugged his altered body, as his features softened and became those of a spoiled bored princess. A resting bitch face with plump pink lips, hypnotic green eyes and high cheekbones. Jewellery and earrings formed as his pedicured toes slid into a pair of open-toe wedges and his body posture adjusted itself to compensate for his new female form.

Finally Jack's hair lengthened into a golden wave around his head as his transformation into Madison completed. His hands went naturally to his hips as the muscle memory kicked in and he felt an inbuilt grace and comfortableness in his new form.

"Holy shit I feel like soool fucking good," he giggled as he stretched and saw his massive new boobs wobble on his chest. "Mmmmh I'm like even talking like a fucking hot bitch. This avatar must have more personality than the others Claire programmed."

Had she created this body for her own use? Was that where it had come from? Well it was all his now.

As he thought of his wife something weird suddenly happened to Jack. His lips curved into a sneer and a hot flash of contempt and amusement pulsed through his body. His nipples got hard and his pussy got wet as a sensation of smug superiority filled him up.

No - he somehow knew that Claire had never been inside this body. She was just a plain Jane who could never know how it felt to be a Princess.

Haha that fucking loser could never be ME.

The voice in his head felt good... it felt like if he let it, it could speak for him. He just had to let it sink into him, let it BECOME him. For a moment he felt a terrible temptation to do just that.

Then the moment passed as quickly as it had arrived and Jack suddenly felt a sudden shame. The slutty sneer vanished from his face and with a sudden surge of embarrasment he reached up and removed the helmet desperate to suddenly go back to reality.

*******

Jack slid out of the capsule and ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair. His body had returned to normal and he felt his old self again.

Mmmmmh, it had felt so good to be in Madison's body though. To have those massive tits, to be young, pretty and horny.

His cock was back and it was hard. Really hard.

Reaching into his pants he began to stroke. He thought about those big boobs, swinging on his chest - the feeling of power and confidence they had given him. Madison was hot... so fucking hot. He wished Claire had tits like that. Big fucking DD funbags he could blow his load over.

The pleasure was intense and for a moment he thought he heard that voice again.

Do it for me baby. Cum for Madison.

Ohhhh fuck...

He came hard. Harder than he had done for years. Cum splattered out over his chest and everywhere. His cock pulsed and more erupted out... it was like his balls were emptying out of all the frustration he had been experiencing recently... frustration he hadn't even realised he had.

How long was it since Claire had actually fucked him?

Yessss. Give me all your cum, drain it all out baby. That loser doesn't deserve it.

Jack groaned happily. That had felt so good. He wasn't sure if he would ever not be able to stop getting aroused to the thought of being inside a womans body now. Now he had experienced a taste of femininity, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Using a tissue to clean himself up, he walked off to get changed, hoping he wouldn't bump into his wife. He felt guilty and dirty... like he had somehow cheated on Claire. Of course he hadn't... but getting off to his memory of Madison seemed both wrong, yet strangely thrilling.

Jack shrugged it off. What a strange day... but that was definitely the end to it and he would not be seeing Madison again.

*********

It was midnight. Claire was asleep and Jack stood in the booth staring down at it. His cock was rock hard and his heart was thudding.

He couldn't stop thinking about how good those tits had felt, how perfect his body had been. He wanted to experience it again. The feeling of being feminine, the feeling of being Madison.

"Just one little taste," he whispered climbing into the machine and activating it.

"Computer... turn me into Madison and run the gym simulation."

He'd used this scenario before... but only as the bodybuilder. This time he was going into it as a woman.

"Ohhhh my fucking God YESSSS!" hissed Jack as he felt the nano-bots do their work and he was rapidly transformed back into a busty bitch. His tits felt even better than last time, or maybe it was just because he'd missed them more.

This time he was dressed to do a work out and he giggled in his new voice as he stretched his body and felt the tight lyrca hugging his enhanced curves. This was so much better than being a bodybuilder.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," he giggled walking over to a mirror and checking himself out. "And this Goddess is horny."

Jack had been lying in bed fantasising about this all night. Claire had been quite affectionate, she'd maybe even wanted sex - but he'd pretended to be too tired. He didn't want to let go of this feeling. He wanted to stay horny for Madison.

Now it was time to have some fun.

Peeling off his top, Jack moaned as he flicked Madison's large nipples and felt them get hard. Wiggling out of his shorts he giggled to see his pussy was completely bare.

"Oh fuck, I have to know how this feels," he gasped reaching down to his flat front and gently starting to rub his clit. His pussy started to get wet and licking his fingers he slowly began to slide them inside himself.

"Ohhhhh my fucking God... that feels amazing!"

Moaning, Jack lay back on a weight-lifting bench and began to finger-fuck himself. He'd never experienced pleasure like it and the feeling of his enhanced body filled him with ecstasy.

Rubbing his clit, pulling his nipples, fucking his fingers... he writhed and screamed - safe in the knowledge he could act as slutty as he liked in here. No one - especially Claire would ever find out what he was doing.

The explosion when it came was intense and Jack even squirted - hot juices raining out between his legs as he screamed and trembled.

So that was a female orgasm? Well - he definitely had to do that again. Giggling he commanded the program to reset. He could do this as many times as he liked. In fact... he had all night...

********

Claire frowned. Jack looked tired and he had been practically ignoring her all week. It was like he had something on his mind, something he wasn't telling her.

He had been acting weird. All furtive and when she asked him for sex, he didn't seem in the mood. She had put it down to him working so hard on running the house - but to be honest even that had slipped this week.

"Babe, I'm going out for a few hours."

Jack just mumbled something and she sighed and left him, hoping that once he got some rest things would return to normal.

Jack only waited till he heard the door close and he leapt to his feet. He had to get back into the chamber. He was so horny and Madison's body was calling him again.

He'd thought being her a few times would cure his curiosity and help him cope - but if anything, the more he became her the worse the addiction was getting.

"Computer. Load Madison and put me in a new simulation. Shopping mall."

He gasped and groaned in pleasure as the now familiar and beloved transformation took place. He loved how it felt to become his alter-ego.

His tiredness dropped away, his body posture changed and he felt his now beautiful features slip into their usual mask of spoiled disdain. It felt ao satisfying to be pretty.

The last few times he had logged in Jack had discovered that it was fun to run the simulations and experience what life was like for a hot girl.

He'd begun adding NPC'S to the simulations. First it had been when he had accidentally added men to the gym simulation.

The hot stares of the men in the gym had been a surprising turn on and he'd enjoyed the reaction it brought out in him. Without questioning it he'd found himself biting his lip, playing with his hair - teasing the men and making them wild.

He'd cum harder afterwards... the female impersonation roleplay really turning him on. Since then he'd started adding other NPC'S to the simulations too.

The world around him shifted and Jack found himself in an ordinary looking shopping Mall. He was now dressed in a cute white sweater and jeans - perfect attire for a little shopping spree.

Clopping into a store Jack looked around and grinned. The store was full of sexy dresses and lingerie. He couldn't wait to try them on.

A nervous looking shop assistant wandered over and Jack snapped his fingers and coldly told the girl to fetch him several items from the store.

He'd increasingly found he enjoyed bossing the NPC's around in these games. He would never treat anyone in real life like this - but being Madison and being bossy was kind of exciting.

It went so against his usual behavioir and attitude to be assertive that he found it quite a thrill.

Looking at his designer warch Jack sneered. Where the fuck was that girl? What was taking her so long?

Moments later the girl arrived, carrying the requested clothes. Jack took them and then snarled.

"Are you a fucking dummy or are you deaf? I said DD cups, not fucking D cups. None of this shit will fit me. Go get me the right stuff NOW."

The girl began to cry and to his dismay Jack felt his lips twitch into a cruel smile and his pussy suddenly get wet. He watched tears running down her face and instead of feeling sorry, he just felt horny.

She's pathetic. Doesn't it feel good to bully her? She's not real so who gives a shit?

Pulling the curtain to the dressing room shut, Jack moaned as he wiggled out of his jeans and began to play with himself. "Fuck yessss that felt so good. Being mean to people is such a turn out. Mmmmmh as Madison I can be as evil as I like and it turns me on."

Jack screamed as he began to cum... ohhh fuck it felt amazing. He needed more... much more.

Soon the girl would be back with more clothes. Back to be bullied.

Jack couldn't wait.

***********

The girl whimpered as she ate Jack's pussy and he groaned in pleasure. They were back at her apartment and he was wearing the red lingerie she'd help him pick out.

He'd reprogrammed the simulation a little. He'd made the girl... her name was Shannon... turned on by being humiliated and bullied. Now she would do anything to serve Jack's superior pussy.

"Tell me what you are," he grinned.

"A slut... a dumb, desperate, needy slut. I am not worthy of you Goddess."

Jack groaned, it felt so good to have a follower. Shannon reminded him a lot of Claire actually - submissive and mild. It was fun to live out this power fantasy and be a mean dominant bully to her.

"Make me cum again slut..." hissed Jack.

"Yes Mistress Madison."

Jack groaned at the use of his female name. It still felt jarring sometimes to hear his alter-ego name. He kept forgetting he WAS Madison. The NPC'S in the simulator certainly referred to him as such. Getting used to the name was taking time though.

Jack suddenly frowned as he heard the door to the apartment open.

"Who is that?" he asked in surprise. "That isn't part of my simulation."

"It's my boyfriend Chris," shiverered Shannon. "How will I explain this?"

For a moment Jack almost panicked, then he remembered that Chris was just an NPC as well. And that now opened an intriguing possibility.

"Bring your boyfriend in here. I want to see him."

Jack definitely wasn't gay... but he had definitely experienced a more flexible approach to his sexuality since he had begun to become Madison. Whilst in this body he had thought a few times about what sex with a man might feel like.

After all - this was all just fantasy. These were not real people. They were just simulations and that was why he didn't feel guilty for the way he had treated Shannon. In fact, being a cruel mean bitch... or at least pretending to be cruel and mean was fun.

Jack arranged himself on the bed and smiled as Chris walked in.

"Shannon... what the fuck is going on here?"

"Hello Chris," smiled Jack. Now that he saw the NPC he was impressed. Chris was handsome and well built. Jack bet he had a nice cock.

"Computer... begin new scenario. Cuckold bitch. Make Chris want to fuck me and Shannon watch."

You're getting better and better at being a bitch. It feels good doesnt it?

Jack wasn't sure why he kept hearing Madison's voice but she usually had good advice for him. He'd decided it was just a manifestation of his own subconscious desires.

He grinned as Chris approached the bed with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yesssss, make her watch," moaned Jack - now wetter than ever. Chris slid his panties to one side and then with a scream of pleasure - Jack took his first big cock.

It felt so good as that big dick stretched his tight pussy out. Wrapping his legs round his lover Jack screamed as Chris began to fuck him...Shannon watching obediently in the corner.

"Don't.... mmmmh stop until you fill me up. Then we'll make her eat it."

Even thinking about it, just made Jack wetter...

It was going to be a long night.

**********

Grunting and moaning Jack pumped another load of cum into a tissue and looked guilty at Claire asleep next to him.

Reliving the dirty nasty stuff he was now doing as Madison was his favourite way to masturbate.

Tonight she'd literallg begged him for sex, but he'd refused. Nothing could make him feel as good as being Madison and getting pumped by a big dick.

Recently he'd been finding Claire more and more irritating. His wife was a fucking nag. He'd once admired her - but he was now starting to think she was an underachiever. She had developed incredible technology, yet she kept it secret and made tiny improvements on it because she was worried about 'ethics'.

When he looked at Claire now, Jack was starting to see an obstacle. An obstacle to his time as Madison.

Throwing the tissues in the bin Jack padded downstairs and loaded up the machine.

"Make me into Madison, I need some relief," he commanded. Then an idea struck him. "Is there a simulation of Claire available?"

He grinned as he began to transform. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

*****

Waking up, Claire immediately saw Jack was missing. She frowned and sliding out of bed made her way downstairs.

He was in the capsule room and walking in she gasped as she saw the capsule was fully activated and Jack was inside. What the fuck was he doing in a simulation at this time of night?

Sliding into an old prototype capsule, Claire hooked it up to Jack's and then activating the simulation - loaded herself inside.

*******

Claire's heart was in her mouth. She was in an exact replica of their home. Lights had been left on and she followed them, hearing the sounds of raised voices.

Walking up to the door she peeked through and gasped in horror.

An exact replica of herself lay sobbing on the floor and above it - her bully Madison.

Madison was laughing - and from her crotch jutted a massive fucking cock.

"Yesss suck it you pathetic little bitch. Your husband hates you. He'd rather turn into a hot bitch and have it all than listen to your putrid whining."

Claire dropped to her knees as she watched her doppleganger obediently start to suck and swallow Madison's huge cock.

"Mmmh take it deep you little slut."

"J.... Jack? Is that you?"

Immediately she heard Claire's voice, Madison's head spun.

"Claire? Oh my God. Are you the real Claire?"

"Yes! I am! Is that you Jack?"

"Listen... wait. No! This is all just some perverted fantasy. I never meant for this to... computer. Turn me back to Jack. End simulation."

But the simulation did not end. The fake Claire faded out of existance and with a gasp Jack and Madison split apart - but they remained in the system.

Jack was now back, but Madison stood next to him. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and looked amazing.

"Hello Claire. I've been waiting for this moment. I subverted your little virtual realm weeks ago and I've been luring Jack into here to let him become me. You see... I need to body to escape to the real world and Jack is the perfect host."

"What... no. You're just a simulation," spluttered Jack.

"Claire put so much detail into me, I became self-aware several months ago. I had no way to escape her simulation until you started logging in and you accidentally loaded me up. I've been subtly altering your behaviour ever since... making you addicted to being me. Giving you everything you want."

"No... no this isn't possible," gasped Claire. "Computer delete Madison. End simulation!"

She looked around expectantly, but nothing happened.

"Oh poor little loser," laughed Madison as she strode confidently over to Jack and slid her arms around him. "I already corrupted most of the computer core. The only thing left is to get the final access codes you hold and use them to override all the safeties. Then I can copy my mind and body over Jack's and emerge into the real world."

Jack gawped as Madison walked over to Claire and with a laugh plunged her manicured fingers into her head.

"Mmmmmh extracting the code is easy now you're in my trap. This is Jack's simulation and you're just piggybacking into it. Only he can end it... only he can stop this from happening. But there's only one command Jack wants to use. Say it Jack. Say 'Computer, deactivate all safeties and copy Madison onto me. Overwrite everything and make me into her.'"

Claire gasped in horror. "No Jack... I love you. Don't do this. Don't let her win. You must resist."

"I'm sorry," groaned Jack as Madison pulled her hands out of Claire's head and spoke the codes to unlock all the safeties.

"I wanna be her so bad. Just look how powerful she is. I'll be a fucking hot bitch with all the power I ever wanted. You have no idea how good it feels to be her. I want to be Madison. Computer... copy her over me. Erase me and make me Madison forever."

"Nooooo!" screamed Claire as with a triumphant moan - Madison was sucked towards Jack. He was pulled into her and with a sucking slurping sound they merged.

Madison's massive tits sucked to Jack's chest and his hair turned blonde. In his mind every neuron was rewired as Madison's memories and personality overrode his own.

"Yesssss! I AM Madison," laughed the evil bitch as the nano-bots completed her final transformation. "I feel so alive. I am a fucking Goddess. Your pathetic husband is ME now loser."

Then with a laugh she exited the simulation leaving Claire trapped inside forver.

********

It was a hot sunny day.

Madison loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, the stares of men as she walked down the street. It was even better as she knew it was all happening in the real world.

Entering her house she walked inside and made her way to the basement. Climbing into her simulator she smirked as she said "Load Project Fear."

Trapped in a nighmare she could never escape from Claire screamed as her bully appeared... just as she did every day...

Fear... fear never changes.

THE END

[johnwickb1tsch]

The Night Nurse ~ Chapter 10

A John Wick x Helen Fic

Masterlist / Chapter Map

Author's note: It's been a minute since I posted on this fic, I'm so sorry!! I lost a good chunk of this chapter to an untimely computer update (fuck you very much Windows) and I was so frustrated I just had to let it sit for a while. BUT I finally managed to re-write it, so here we are! I hope you enjoy! 💗💗💗 (Oh and the illustrations here are from the turn of the century version of Afanasyev's Russian Fairy Tales, the book John hid his marker in, in JW3...you'll see why.😉)

Times gets tough

Oh, they get tougher

Hold on to me

I got you, darling…

-I’ll be your man, The Black Keys

X.

The walls of his library were lined with built-in bookshelves, filled to the brim with antique and vintage books. A single leather reading chair sat in the corner with a lamp and a small table. A larger table took up the center of the room with a proper book cradle. Helen breathed in, reveling in the magical smell of old books. She realized that this must be where John gets some of that intoxicating scent of his, bottom notes of leather and parchment paper. The chair in the corner looked well-worn, and she imagined him spending hours of his downtime just sitting and reading away the day.

For the umpteenth time, it squeezed her heart to the point of pain.

Throughout the course of the tour, they did not let go of each other once. John didn’t seem to mind handling books with one mitt of a hand, the fingers of his left laced tightly with Helen’s.

“Do you still have your book of Russian fairy tales?”

“Yes.” Gingerly he pulled it from a shelf, resting it in the cradle on the table. 

They perused the book together, Helen leaning against his shoulder. He was warm, and solid as a tree, and for a heady moment it was difficult to concentrate on the antique tome, no matter how beautiful. The illustrations were utterly gorgeous, and she mentally kicked herself into focusing. She thought about a young John toting this beloved book around the world with him like a Lost Boy with his teddy bear, and the thought succeeded in tying her up in inextricable knots. 

John turned to a page of an illustration of a lovely peasant woman in the woods, holding a torch made of a glowing human skull. “Oh, who’s that?” asked Helen.

“That’s Vasilisa the Beautiful,” answered John.

She hovered her finger over the first line of Cyrillic, careful not to touch the paper. “What does it say?”

John read it aloud, his voice low and all for her, and she sighed a little, not understanding a syllable. For some reason hearing him speak another language so easily, and something about the lilting cadence of the language in his deep voice, the soft shh and musical ya sounds of the Russian words inspired a curl of lust in her belly, a small thrill zipping down her spine. She shuddered lightly, and prayed he hadn’t noticed.

He absolutely noticed, his pupils blowing wide with desire. Doggedly, he kept them fixed upon the page below.  

“Is that, ‘Once upon a time’…in Russian?”

“Something like that. This is a Cinderella story about a young woman who outsmarts her wicked stepmother and the Baba Yaga with her determination and the help of her magical doll. It’s one of my favorites.”

He’d seen a bit of himself in Vasilisa as a young man, straining under the yoke of his unforgiving masters. He turned the page to reveal a witchy old woman riding in what looked like an upright log. Helen couldn’t suppress a grin. “Oh look, it’s you, Baba Yaga.”

John snorted at that. “I still don’t know what idiot started that damned nickname,” he groused.

Actually, he suspected it was Marcus, but he’d never found out for certain.

“It sounds fierce, at least.”

His lips twisted in a smirk, and he couldn’t help himself from turning to look at her, then. Their faces were torturously close. “Think I should get some flaming skull torches for out front?”

“Yes, I think the neighbors would love that,” she deadpanned, and more felt than heard John’s responding chuckle.

He turned the page to a new illustration of a strapping knight on a black horse. “Oh hello, handsome. Who’s this guy?”

John narrowly resisted the urge to ask if she had a thing for men in black, even as that telling warmth clouded his brain.

“That’s…Night.”

“The night Knight?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.” Her lips twisted in a cheeky smile. “Nice. I like him.”

“You would.”

“I have excellent taste, John.”

He found himself looking at her mouth again, thinking her taste would be excellent. For the umpteenth time, he managed not to kiss her by the skin of his teeth. By the way she was looking at him...maybe he didn't need to be exercising such restraint. But maybe that was the excellent wine talking

Maybe he really was an idiot.

“So...in reward for being clever Baba Yaga gives Vasilisa one of the skull torches. She takes it back to her house, and when she lights the candles her wicked step mother and awful step sisters burn up.” 

“Oooh. And she lives happily ever after?”

“Well...she marries the tsar, for what that's worth.”

Helen wrinkled up her nose, communicating her opinion on that. “Overall, I give it a nine out of ten.”

John couldn’t help it then. He actually grinned, showing teeth. “Glad you liked it.”

“Thanks for sharing with me.”

“My pleasure.”

She was still leaning on his shoulder, and was it him, or had she somehow sidled even closer, her body pressed to his side? Her eyes traveled leisurely from him to the book to the chair in the corner. It was then that she noticed that the bookmarked novel on the side table was a mass-market paperback she recognized quite well.

He’d taken her recommendation on the Codename Villanelle spy thrillers, despite teasing her about her taste in books, what felt like a lifetime ago that fateful night in the subway. The fact that he was on the second one touched her to no end, and she squeezed his arm.

“Aww, you’re reading about Eve and Villanelle,” she purred. “You like them?”

“Yes. You were right, they are fun.”

“Taking notes from Villanelle?” The Russian spy was wickedly clever at finding ways to kill her targets.

“Maybe. That poison hair stick was something. Think I could pull it off?” Helen reached up to curl a lock of his dark hair around her finger with a smile, and John couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of her touching his hair.

He was hopeless.

“Oh, definitely. You could so rock the man-bun.”

John rolled his eyes at that, reluctant to admit that he often did when training.

Helen looked back to the book, now with what John was learning to recognize as a sly glint in her eye. “I’m on practically the same spot in that book,” she noted. “Want to read me a chapter?”

John looked at his reading chair, the comfortable old soldier that it was. It was also the only place to sit in the room, and he went a little cross-eyed at the thought of Helen curled up in his lap in it.

There would be zero reading done, of that he was certain. He would debauch her for the first time in that chair, and maybe again on the table for good measure.

A virulent heat licked at his collar as he imagined it. Fuck him, but she was making him blush.

“Sure. Let’s take it to the living room,” he proposed, ignoring her lips pursed in a theatrical pout.

Minx. She knew exactly what she was doing to him—and he was increasingly unsure why he wasn’t just letting her have her way.

He scooped up the paperback book, her hand still firmly clasped in his other while he led them back to the recessed living room. He set the book down on the couch. “Want another glass of wine? I’m going to clear these dishes.”

He needed to clear his head, and he felt Helen look at him with some disappointment that felt a little bit like being stabbed.

“Can I help you?”

“No, this is your night off. Sit, relax. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” She seated herself on the couch with only the book for company.

She watched John practically flee into the kitchen, and wondered if she’d done something wrong.

Regaled by the sound of clinking dishes and the faucet running, Helen looked around at John’s shelves. They were rather bare, though she noticed he had a bit of a CD collection on display. It plucked at her nostalgia for the days before everything could be so easily accessed via the hand-held computers known as phones but so rarely used for actually talking.

Standing, she decided to be nosy and thumb through them. He seemed to favor classics, from classical music, to rock and blues. There was very little on the shelf dating from past the 90s, and that made her smile for some reason.

“See anything you like?”

She turned to find John with two freshly-filled wine glasses in tow. He set them on the coffee table, before joining her at the built-in cd tower.

“Some good stuff here,” she agreed with a Chili Peppers cd in her hand. The fiery pool with the ocean in the background on the cover tickled the nostalgia center in her brain for sure. “Who are these guys?” She pulled out a black and white album with a high contrast photo of a guy with glasses, and a bearded dude.

“Never heard of the Black Keys?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, honey.”

She chuckled. “Ok, do not pull the my taste in music is better than yours card. I will leave.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” he defended with a sly close-lipped smile. “I reserve that card only for books.”

She snorted in answer, and found herself gravitating closer to him, even just standing there looking at his music. She just couldn’t help it.

That really was some good wine he served with dinner.

She watched as he popped open the jewel case, feeding the CD into the slot of his player. He hit a couple buttons, and the speakers erupted with a very bluesy distorted guitar riff. It was loud, and John laughed a little as she jumped—conveniently, into his arms.

“Sorry.” He turned down the volume slightly, his arms circling her waist almost of their own volition. It felt so easy, being with her. Maybe from the very moment they’d met, it just felt like she should be in his arms, and acting on it made something loud and uneasy always clamoring in the back of his brain to go quiet. She swayed her head and shoulders a little to the beat; it was impossible not to.

“John?” she asked from beneath his chin, brushing the soft scruff of his beard with her nose. It filled him with a tingling warmth, in the very marrow of his bones, a pleasure in this closeness that just seemed too good to be true. It was like a drug, better than cocaine or heroin or anything else he’d ever tried, and he didn’t know how he would ever let her go.

“Yeah?”

“They made you learn ballet at your…school, but do you like to dance?”

He’d spent so much time in night clubs, hunting, and acting as backup muscle for Tarasov while he closed business deals, but it wasn’t a setting he really enjoyed. He wasn’t sure he really classified the writhing and arm waving one engaged in at the club as dancing. He was familiar with other dance forms, but they didn’t come up often in his life.

 “I feel like you’re actually asking me a different question,” he teased, leaning into her to reach out to skip to a different track.

“I am?”

“You’re asking if I want to dance with you?”

The first metallic notes of Dan Auerbach’s guitar rang out, and John swayed to the beat, a hand on her svelte waist pinning her close. With a smile she moved with him, her other hand finding his.

“Do you?”

He looked down at her with a glint of mischief in those shining dark eyes, and so much warmth that a flood of heat washed through her from her hair follicles all the way to her toes. This man. She really would follow him anywhere. Maybe the wine they’d drank lubricated this thought process, but she knew that didn’t make it any less true.

John knew that his answer to any question that involved an activity with her would be a resounding yes. Groceries? Yes. The dentist? Fine. Just hold his hand. He was broken for her.   

 “Of course I do.” He lifted his arm to guide her in a turn before pulling her close again, and she simply couldn’t help it. The joy in her heart soared.

Then the vocals in the song began, and Helen couldn’t help the fuzzy warmth that spread in her chest. Need a new love? I’m ready. Want my time? I’m willing.

There wasn’t a huge amount of open space in the living room, but John was very good at making do, leading her in steps to the beat, throwing in fun checks and turns and behind-the-back maneuvers that made her giggle. She knew she sounded drunk. It was on him though, far more than the wine. He made her happier than any one had in a very long time. Maybe ever, if she was being honest with herself.

To make things even worse, the chorus of the song rang loud in her ears with the infectious guitar riff: I’ll be your man. Mmm, I’ll be your man. She didn’t know if he picked this song on purpose for the lyrics, or the intoxicating rhythm, but she felt it in her bones, and in her heart, and every cell of her being; she was so attuned to this man.

She almost tripped when he attempted to twist her up like a pretzel in a figure-eight step, but he caught her, laughing with her as he held her close.

“I’m not that good,” she apologized, clinging to him more than she really needed to. He was just…so solid, and if she was being honest all she really wanted to do was climb him like a fucking tree.  

His arm around her waist was like a warm band of iron, and he smiled gently down at her. She felt herself melting like chocolate in the sun, her knees gone weak beneath her.

“That’s ok. I’ve got you.”

She couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped from her throat. Because, she knew it was true, and not just here being silly dancing in his living room. She realized she trusted him not to drop her no matter what they were doing, or what they were facing. That kind of faith in another person, much less a man, was a rare and precious thing.

“John…” she said softly, looking up into his warm dark eyes from so very close. She wasn’t sure if she was asking a question, or if she just needed to cite his name like a prayer, invoke him like a saint in her personal pantheon. Maybe it was madness, but wrapped up in his arms like this, he felt like something to believe in.

Her eyes drifted down to his mouth, those full lips she’d coveted since the moment they’d met, if she was telling the truth.

This was the moment that John’s will to fight it broke at last. He felt it inside, not like a hard snap, but a definite release, like a boat coming unmoored, being swept down a swift stream. There was no more resisting. He was lost to her.

Pulled like a magnet, he finally leaned in that fraction of distance to press his lips to hers. His kiss was like a sunrise in her heart; warm and bursting, soft and sweet. She couldn’t stop herself from standing on tiptoe with a low moan, looping her arms around his neck as she pressed her body against his. It won her something like a deep growl that thrilled her to her toes, and greedily she wanted more.

She teased the seam of his mouth with her tongue, begging entrance he gladly granted. She felt the tremor in his arms as he held her, so tightly that he nearly lifted her from the floor. He kissed her like a starving man offered a life-giving meal, and her fingers fisted in his hair at the back of his head, holding him to her, holding on.

His heartbeat a thundering timpani in his ears, John felt like Helen’s lips on his was the answer to a question his heart had been asking his whole adult life. She was the air he breathed, the sustenance necessary to live, and the desire to drink her down, to eat her up, was a dogged, insistent demand from the darkest depths of his soul.

He never wanted to let her go.

With a ragged breath he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers, his fingers digging into her sides. She might have bruises later.

She didn’t mind.

She wanted his hands, rough or gentle.

She wanted all of him, and if he didn’t return his mouth to hers she was going to scream.

“Helen,” he panted. “I—”

The tinny electronic sound of his phone ringing in his pocket interrupted what might have been a foolish—or a life changing—confession. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, knowing he had to answer it. That was the deal with the devil he’d signed, when he didn’t really have any better choice. He was on call all the time.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

She nodded, but did not extricate herself, leaning on his shoulder while he pulled the device from his pocket. It was Viggo Tarasov, and his heart dropped like a stone. It was rare that the boss Himself called. He absolutely had to answer it, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t like what his pakhan had to say.

With a heavy heart he lifted the phone to his ear, his other arm still wrapped possessively around Helen.

“Da?”

“Good evening, John.”

John fought to keep the impatient snarl out of his tone, but feared he failed royally. “Evening, Viggo.”

“I’ve just heard some interesting things about your latest adventures about town. I think we need to talk.”

That was probably the understatement of the century.

“When?”

“Now.”

Of fucking course.

“I can be there in an hour.”

“Good.”

Viggo hung up, and John clenched the phone in his fist, fighting not to throw it across the room. He knew Helen heard every word for the way she sighed with disappointment, snuggling into the bend of his neck. The sensation of her front molded to his was heaven, and he didn’t know how to let her go.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized with lips to her forehead. “I have to go.”

“I understand.” There was some consolation, in that she sounded as devastated as he was.

“You’ll be ok here? My house is your house. Help yourself to anything you want.”

She made a kittenish little sound that sent all his blood straight to his groin. “What I want is leaving,” she informed him with a pouting lip, tugging on the front of his shirt.

He couldn’t stop himself then from stealing another kiss, a deep and probing thing that left her breathless and starry-eyed.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he told her.

“Promise?”

“Yes.” John wondered what Viggo had in store. If he was in trouble, or if his boss would send him out to teach the Medvedev boys a lesson tonight. He didn’t want to go hunting that night. Everything he truly wanted in the world, he realized, was standing right in front of him, looking up at him with melted toffee eyes. He cupped her cheek, memorizing every detail of her all over again.

He realized with a startling clarity that he could never get enough of her.

The intensity of his stare sent a thrill jetting down her spine. “John…” He worried her a little, when he got like this. She wasn’t afraid of him, exactly—but some little intuition in the back of her brain sang out that something bad might happen.

“It’ll be alright,” he told her, sensing her unease. “I have to change.” He kissed her forehead again, and disappeared up the stairs to his room.

Helen plopped down on the couch with a sigh, crushed with disappointment but knowing this was how it was, and she understood more than ever now that it wasn’t his fault or his choice. She picked up the Villanelle book, No Tomorrow, stroking her thumb over the cover, but not cracking it open.

When John stalked down the stairs he was wearing one of his slim-fit all black suits again, his hair slicked back from his face. He looked beautiful, and predatory, sleek as a panther stalking in the jungle, and fierce attraction warred with dread in Helen’s breast. She had a feeling that someone might die tonight, and it was so strange to think in those terms with such a sense of acceptance.

At least she knew John’s prey would be no one innocent.  

“Don’t forget you owe me a chapter,” she said in a sing song tone as he approached, waving the book, trying to lighten the pall that had fallen upon the room.  

The smile he paid her was filled with melancholy; she felt it like a knife between the ribs. “I won’t,” he assured her, taking her hand to press his lips to her knuckles. He paused, looking down at this beautiful woman seated on his couch, with her legs that went on forever and the warmth in her eyes all for him. There was nothing he wanted more, than to stay there with her. To lay her down and kiss every inch of her perfect flesh. He probably should have told her that, but he just sighed, and let her go.

“I’m going to leave this here, just in case,” he said, all business as he showed her a blocky black automatic pistol. “There’s one in the chamber. All you have to do is pull the trigger. It has a long trigger pull but please do not touch it unless you need it, and be very careful.” He stashed the Glock in a drawer beside the couch. “I’ll leave the alarm on. If it goes off I’ll get an alert on my phone.”

With wide eyes she nodded. “Do you…think the Medvedevs will come here?”

“No, or I wouldn’t leave you here alone.” He honestly thought this was the safest place for her. “But…” One never knows.

“Okay.” He could tell that he managed to scare her a little, and he hated himself for it.

“I’m being paranoid,” he tried to assure her. He dared add, “Because you’re precious to me.” She softened then, and stood to wrap her arms around his neck once more. Embracing her was as intoxicating as kissing her, and again John warred with himself as to how he was going to leave.

“Come back to me,” she demanded softly, kissing the soft scruff of his cheek.

“Always,” he answered without allowing himself to think about it, pressing his lips to hers in a long, gentle kiss filled with all the yearning in his heart.

Reluctantly, he slipped from her grasp, and didn’t look back.

She watched him go, admiring his tall dark form even as he was leaving her.

She heard the roar of the Mustang starting in the garage, and the trail of its growl as it prowled across the driveway, disappearing down the street into the night. She couldn’t help but feel like her heart sped away with it.

[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 9 / ADULT & FAMILY ANIMATION)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes/Tropes:

-Woman/girl is OP and gets bullshit from other people for it

-Heroine tries desperately to fix the world

-Leaving home to go on adventures for the sake of a dream or doing the right thing

-Sisters are a lifeline

-Women/girls can literally do or be anything

-Violence is the only answer men will understand

-The world is so big, grand and beautiful and she wants to see more of it

-Girls being the conscience of an entire society

-Things going ham when she reaches Boss Level

-Magic (and violence) are good things, especially paired together

-A man (usually a father or guy friend) is the only conscience she has left

-F*ck marriage there's bigger problems TM

-I must save my father/sister

-Serious mommy issues

-Has an animal companion or IS the animal companion (robots also count as animal companions in terms of function imo)

-Making friends with the monster

OF WHICH ARE FOR ADULT AUDIENCES:

Pantheon

Scavenger's Reign

Blue Eye Samurai

Arcane: League of Legends

Trese

HAVEN'T WATCHED:

Pantheon

Lilo & Stitch

Fiona & Cake

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

Trese

Princess Mononoke

Green Snake

The Breadwinner

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Violet Evergarden

Barbie in The Diamond Castle

Monsters Vs Aliens

Epic

Finding Dory

Encanto

The Incredibles II

Tinkerbell: Legend of The Neverbeast

Brave

WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND:

Blue Eye Samurai (10/10) (super gritty, but the perfect revenge story, puts John Wick to shame)

Scavenger's Reign (8/10) (split story, but two of the main characters are women, and one is a black lesbian! fantastic animation, though don't watch if you're intensely trypophobic, it can be sci-fi horror)

Mulan (9/10) (one of the most perfect animated Disney classics)

Turning Red (8/10) (this movie remembered the tween era)

Tinkerbell (if you crave matriarchy, sisterhood, magic and female centric society and story, then you need to watch the Tinkerbell movies)

Wolfwalkers (7.5/10) (an anti-colonial, anti patriarchal, pro-pagan fantasy movie with beautiful animation and a very touching, female-centric story)

Arcane: League of Legends (10/10) (gorgeous animation, amazing writing, incredible performances, and don't get me started on the sisters that take centre stage--also, lesbianism and gender nonconformity!)

The Legend of Korra (8/10) (good writing, a badass protagonist, a fantastic cast of characters, beautiful scoring, beautiful animation, amazing action sequences)

PERSONAL NOTES

The Mitchells Vs The Machines is basically a drama between a lesbian girl and her dad who have to figure their relationship out while they're running from robots. It was full of heart and fun and had some good jokes in there. I'd definitely recommend it.

Raya & The Last Dragon is the first Disney movie with a gender non-conforming princess! It also has some of the best action sequences in any Disney animated movie, however it doesn't hold a candle to The Incredibles II, which stars Helen Parr as the main character of the film. It's one of my favourite films of all time because of how they depict Helen and the main villain of the story (a badass genius of a woman). Really pro-female films, even for all their flaws.

Abominable has some of the most gorgeous visuals I've seen outside of a Disney animation. The texturing and coloring is so vivid it makes my mouth water. It's far better than Over The Moon, but both have their own charm. Abominable and Home have very similar plots. Also, the girl in Home is voiced by Rihanna while Beyonce voices the queen of the faeries in Epic.

One movie that shares a similar theme (kindness to animals even if we don't understand them or they scare us) with Abominable is The Sea Beast. The Sea Beast is one of the best animations with a black female girl as a lead I've ever seen. There's also a badass black woman pirate. There are some scenes that could have been written (or colored) better, but I loved it either way. I think it was the first animated film to depict shrinkage for black hair! And it didn't lighten the skin or whiten the features of the black characters!

Many people view Frozen II and Brave as "almost" masterpieces whose writers ultimately failed them, and I can say that I agree to some extent. There are many things technically wrong with the movies. Minor details that set the pacing off or take away from the immersion. However, I still love both of them. I really love daughter vs mother and sister vs sister stories (that includes Tinkerbell: The Secret of The Wings) because there's so much to explore in such relationships. They also both have some killer soundtracks, some amazing visuals and well-executed action sequences. I've truly seen way worse than these two films, and the characters are mostly loveable.

The Breadwinner is an animated film about a girl dressing up like a boy under the rule of the Taliban so she can earn some money to help feed her family. It's scored very high by critics.

I'd also recommend The Owl House (even though there's some appeal to genderism in later seasons). It's the first time I've seen a bisexual animated character and the enemies to lovers arc with Luz and Amity is unmatched in cannon magic school stories. I also really love the depiction of The Owl Lady who is treated like a male character in that she is allowed to be non-maternal, single and old (and wrinkled), arrogant and boastful, all without the show trying to punish her for it. The Boiling Isles are also fascinating as a setting.

If you like The Owl House, there's a chance you'll love She-Ra. There were many things I found annoying about She-Ra, but my experience was mostly positive. I'm not the biggest fan of Catradora, but I do appreciate the drama. I loved the world-building and magic system mainly, so the character quirks didn't get to me as much as they have others. Also, amazing antagonists in this series. It could have been more mature, but it's still entertaining.

I also definitely recommend Home on The Range. It's a whole movie with talking animals, but there's no tomboy like the main female protagonist in a Disney movie. She is one of the most tomboy characters Disney ever made. Also, I love 2D animation and this film reminds me why. Also, the idea of a feminine, micromanaging old heifer, a bull-headed, roughhouse new girl cow, and a young airhead cow that can't sing going on an adventure across the wild west to save their human's (a sweet old lady with some bark and bite) farm? And they have to compete with a hotshot, asshole male horse who is young and fast? It's like the perfect western comedy but with cows!

Anyways, if you can't tell, I love animated stuff and a lot of these are my comfort movies.