#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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[midn1ghtsworld]

Forbidden Fruit

(Chaehyun x Male Reader)

It was well past midnight and I was about to head to my room for some much-needed sleep after a long, gruelling day at the office. As I walked through the living room, I noticed the TV was still blaring away. Curiosity got the better of me and I peered over the couch to see who was still awake at this ungodly hour.

To my surprise, it was Chaehyun, my sister-in-law, sprawled out on the cushions, fast asleep. I was about to reach for the remote to mute the volume and tiptoe out, not wanting to disturb her slumber, when I froze mid-motion.

In the flickering light of the TV screen, I couldn't help but notice the tantalizing glimpse of Chaehyun's creamy thighs peeking out from under her oversized shirt. The fabric had ridden up as she shifted in her sleep, revealing the luscious curves of her legs. My eyes zeroed in on the sight, my mind conjuring up vivid images.

I'll be honest, I've always found Chaehyun impossibly attractive. The way her shirt clung to her ample breasts, hinting at their fullness and the hardened peaks of her nipples. How her plump ass practically begging to be grabbed. I've caught myself daydreaming about her more times than I care to admit, imagining all the wicked things I'd do to that gorgeous body given half the chance.

But those filthy thoughts always came with an overwhelming wave of guilt and shame. Chaehyun was married to my older brother, my dead ringer of a twin. She treated me with affectionate familiarity, always greeting me with a warm hug and a genuine smile. I was the little brother she never had. Having such taboo desires about a woman I cared for deeply as a sibling figure felt so wrong. Like I was violating some sacred trust.

Now, seeing her vulnerable and exposed, her sleep-slackened body calling to me like a siren song, it was taking every ounce of willpower not to pounce on her right then and there. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as my cock swelled and strained against my boxer. Fuck, the things this woman did to me without even trying.

I knew I needed to flee before I did something unforgivable. But then Chaehyun suddenly lay on her back, causing her oversized shirt to ride up - exposing her smooth, taut stomach and the shorts that were straining to contain her creamy, thick legs.

I knew I should look away, but I couldn't tear my eyes from her nubile form sprawled out before me. My heart raced as I drank in the sight of her, my mind clouding with lustful thoughts. What kind of brother-in-law was I, gazing at Chaehyun like this while she was innocently sleeping? But I was powerless to stop myself.

Chaehyun moved her arm above her head. The movement sent her shirt creeping further up, revealing the bottom of her breasts which swelled out invitingly. I swallowed hard, my breathing growing ragged. My hand itched to reach out and touch her, to explore her soft curves and feel her skin against mine.

I knew it was wrong. Chaehyun was my sister-in-law, practically family. Engaging in any sort of lustful behavior towards her was completely inappropriate. But try as I might, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her alluring body. My cock was already starting to swell and strain against my boxer as I imagined how her breasts would feel in my hands.

"I know this is bad," I muttered under my breath, even as my hands moved to undo my boxers and pull out my throbbing erection. My dick sprang free, twitching with need and already leaking precum. "But I just can't help myself."

Kneeling down beside the couch, I carefully lifted the hem of Chaehyun's shirt, exposing her full, heavy breasts. They looked so soft and inviting, capped with rosy pink nipples. I groaned softly at the sight, my cock pulsing with desire.

Unable to resist any longer, I guided my hard shaft between Chaehyun's bountiful tits, shuddering at the exquisite sensation of her warm, pillowy flesh enveloping me. I started thrusting, fucking her tits with long, smooth strokes. Chaehyun panted softly in her sleep, completely unaware of the naughty act I was performing.

"That's it, Chaehyun," I whispered breathily, my hips picking up speed as I chased my pleasure. "Let me do this. Your tits feel so good wrapped around my cock."

I could feel my balls tightening, signaling my rapid approach to orgasm. A few more strokes and I was going to explode all over Chaehyun's perfect breasts. At the last second, her eyes fluttered open and she let out a startled gasp.

But it was too late. With a guttural groan, I buried my shaft deep between her tits and erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Chaehyun's surprised face. My seed splattered across her cheek, some of it landing in her open mouth.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" Chaehyun sputtered, her eyes wide with shock and disgust. She tried to push me away, but I quickly pinned her arms above her head, holding her in place. "S-stop! Let me go! How could you do this to me?"

"You're just so fucking sexy, Chaehyun," I growled, my lust still burning hot despite having just orgasmed. I nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. "I couldn't resist. I had to have a taste of you."

"You're my brother-in-law!" she protested weakly, even as her body trembled beneath me. "This is so wrong! We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Shh, it's okay," I soothed, even as I ground my softening cock against her stomach, getting hard again at the feel of her warm skin. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret."

Chaehyun sobbed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and mixing with the cum still splattered on her face.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," I promised darkly, licking the shell of her ear. "I'm going to show you pleasure like you've never experienced before. You're going to be begging me for more."

"No!" Chaehyun protested, trying to push my hand away. "I'm your sister-in-law! I'm married to your brother ! This is sick!"

"Does this feel sick?" I growled, pinching her nipples roughly until she whimpered. My other hand slid down her quivering tummy, slipping beneath her panties to cup her mound. Chaehyun squirmed and bucked her hips, lashes damp with tears.

"Please," she begged. "Please don't do this..."

But her cries only spurred me on. I ducked my head and captured one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down hard enough to make her yelp. Laving the abused nub with my tongue, I slowly dragged my mouth down the valley between her breasts, kissing and nipping every inch of silky skin.

Soon I reached her panties, which were already soaked through with her treacherous arousal. "You're wet," I taunted, hooking my fingers in the waistband and yanking the flimsy garment down her thighs. "Not so unwilling after all, hmm?"

"Stop!" Chaehyun sobbed, trying once again to close her legs against my prying hands. "I don't want this!"

But her body betrayed her, hips canting upwards needfully as I parted her glistening folds with my thumbs. Inhaling deeply, I groaned at the heady musk of her desire. "You smell delicious," I rumbled before I buried my face between her thighs and dragged the flat of my tongue up her dripping slit.

"Ahhhn! Nooo!" Chaehyun wailed, hands fisting in my hair as if to push me away. But as I sealed my lips around her-sensitive pearl and suckled it between my teeth, she choked out a ragged moan. "Oh god... oh f-fuck..."

Her entire body began to shake and tremble beneath me, back arching sharply off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through her. She tasted divine, sweet and musky, uniquely female. I couldn't get enough.

"Please..." Chaehyun panted, tugging frantically on my hair. "I can't... I'm gonna..."

I doubled my efforts, determined to push her over the edge to oblivion. Lapping and flicking faster, I thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her weeping core, curling them just so. At the same time, I sucked hard on her swollen bud, grazing it with my teeth.

Ahhhn! N-nooo! Oh god...oh f-fuck..." Chaehyun came undone with a screaming cry, thighs shaking and clamping around my head like a vice. Slick inner muscles rippled and contracted around my plunging fingers as she gushed into my mouth. I lapped up every drop of her release greedily.

She tried to push me away, her hips bucking. But I just growled and clamped my hands around her thighs, holding her in place as I continued to eat her out. "Please! Stop! I can't believe you did that to me!" Chaehyun cried, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

I released her pussy with a wet pop and stared up at her, my face glistening with her juices. "Shhh, just relax," I soothed, stroking her thighs. "You're going to love this, trust me."

Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I showed her my huge, aching cock, flushed an angry red and leaking copiously from the swollen tip.

Chaehyun's eyes went round as she took in the impressive size, her mouth falling open. "It's too big," she whimpered, shaking her head. "You'll never fit, you'll hurt me..."

I gripped myself in one hand, giving a few slow pumps as I drank in her frightened yet fascinated expression. "Shh, don't worry baby. I'll make it fit. I'll make you stretch around every thick inch until you're ruined for any other man."

"I can't! It's too big! You're going to rip me apart!" She tried to scramble away but I grabbed her hips, stopping her. "Just feel good, Chaehyun. I'll make you feel so fucking good," I purred, rubbing the broad head of my cock up and down her soaked slit. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, still trying to resist even as her body betrayed her, a fresh gush of arousal covering my thick shaft.

I notched myself at her entrance and began to push inside, slowly, steadily. Chaehyun gasped and winced, her walls clenching around me. "Ooohhh it hurts!" she panted. "Please, I can't..." But I didn't stop. I kept pushing, stretching her open, until I was finally buried to the hilt inside her. "Fffuuucckkk...so tight," I groaned, savoring the sensation.

I groaned, feeling her pussy mold around my shape. Chaehyun whimpered beneath me, her face screwed up in discomfort. But she didn't tell me to stop this time.

I pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a smooth, deep rhythm. Chaehyun's pussy was like velvet, squeezing me like a fist. It took every ounce of my restraint not to blow my load immediately.

As I fucked into her, Chaehyun started to moan and pant. Her cries of discomfort turned to whimpers of pleasure. "Please..." she gasped unsure of what she is pleading for.

Emboldened, I started thrusting harder, faster. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Chaehyun's eyes rolled back and she arched off the couch, her pussy clenching around me in mini-orgasms as I pounded into her.

"N-no... Fuck!!!" she roared, meeting my thrusts with her own. "Ahhhhh, N-Noooo! I'm gonna cum again!"

"Yes Chaehyun, cum for me... Cum on your brother-in-law's cock..." I growled filthily in her ear. Her thighs started to tremble and then she was coming, her pussy spasming around me as she keened her pleasure. I felt her walls start to quiver and clench. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep and ground my hips against hers.

"G-god! Ohhhhhh!!" Chaehyun screamed as she came hard on my cock.

Chaehyun collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving. She looked utterly fucked out, her hair a mess, her pussy puffy and dripping.

"You thought we were done?" I smirked, starting to buck my hips on her sensitive entrance. She gasped as I started to fuck her again, her pussy clenching.

"Enough, p-please. I'm tired," Chaehyun whimpered.

But I paid no heed to her protests.

"Ahhhnnnngg!" Chaehyun wailed, her back arching off the couch. "You're so big! You're splitting me in half!"

I didn't pause, I started pounding into her with animalistic fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with Chaehyun's wanton moans and my grunts of pleasure.

"L-Let me go...I can't take anymore..." Chaehyun sobbed, tears running down her face.

But her body was telling a different story. Her pussy was clenching greedily around my pistoning cock, sucking me in deeper with each thrust.

"I'm cumming," I announced, my voice strained. "I'm going to cum inside you, Chaehyun. Do you want that?"

"Please no," she begged frantically, shaking her head, her face contorted in a mix of lust and desperation.

I just smirked down at her, pounding away at a furious pace. At the last second, I pulled out, my cockhead pulsing and leaking at her entrance. Chaehyun's eyes flew open in shock.

"Wrap your legs around me," I instructed, shifting her into position. "And put your arms around my shoulders."

In a daze, she complied. Using her momentum, I suddenly lifted her up off the couch, sheathing my entire length inside her with one smooth motion.

"Oh my god!" Chaehyun shrieked at the sudden penetration. Her legs instinctively locked around my waist, holding tight.

I stood there for a moment, reveling in her warmth. The new angle allowed me to reach even deeper. She felt incredible, like velvet heaven.

Opening my eyes, I met her wide, disbelieving gaze. Her mouth was slack with arousal.

"Look at me when we cum," I demanded gruffly.

Pivoting, I laid her back down on the bed, my hips never leaving hers. I hitched her ankles onto my shoulders and started to move again.

It was a new level of intensity, my thick cock driving into her clenching pussy. The force of my thrusts made her heavy tits bounce wildly.

"Fuck, you're so deep! I'm going to cum!" Chaehyun wailed, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I could feel my orgasm building, my shaft throbbing and twitching inside her. I pounded into her sopping wet cunt, the obscene sound of wet flesh filling the room.

"Yes, cum with me! Take my load!" I roared.

With a guttural groan, I exploded inside her, my hot seed flooding her unprotected womb. Chaehyun let out a silent scream, her mind short-circuiting from the force of her own climax.

She went completely boneless beneath me, her eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness from the sheer pleasure.

I came down from my high slowly, my softening cock slipping out of her abused hole with a wet pop. A small puddle of our combined juices leaked out onto the sheets.

Carefully, I shifted Chaehyun to lay properly on the bed. She looked so peaceful and beautiful in her post-orgasmic state. I couldn't help but feel a rush of male satisfaction at marking her so thoroughly.

I slowly pulled out, watching my load slowly dribble out of her used cunt. I cleaned her up as best as I could and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down gently and covered her with a blanket.

As I stood there looking at her peacefully sleeping face, I felt a twinge of guilt. What I did was unforgivable. I had betrayed my brother's trust and taken advantage of his wife.

But as I looked down at her voluptuous body, at her huge tits rising and falling with each breath, at her pouty lips and long lashes...I felt my cock start to harden again.

No, I couldn't. I couldn't do this again. I quietly left the room and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were dark with lust and something else - obsession. I knew this wasn't over, not by a long shot. I would have Chaehyun again and again until I had my fill.

But I had to be careful. If my brother ever found out, he would kill me. I had to make sure to cover my tracks.

I would wait until Chaehyun was alone again, until I could have her sweet, curvy body all to myself once more. And I would make sure to fuck her so thoroughly, so completely, that she would forget she was ever married.

[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.

[[ hiiiiiiiii, It's been a while - how have you been??]]

[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."

[notapradagurl7]

thinking about megan domming her short gf

Your Fantasy….

A/N: ouuu, I like this one. Thank you for this lovely anon. I hope you like it!🫡❤️

Black Fem! Reader x Megan Thee Stallion.

Summary: See Ask, being Megan’s short girlfriend, she asked for your consent if you wanted her to dominant you.

Taglist: @henneseyhoe @thecapodomme @keyera-jackson @playgurlxoxo @hurleys-world @megamindsecretlair @sweettea-and-honeybutter @sageispunk @onyxstones-world @satoruya @urfavblackbimbo @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @xblackreader @lesbiantreehugger @caashmoneynae @planetblaque

Warnings: a dominant Megan, slight teasing, head (fem reviving) sex toy(strap) dirty talk, praise, short fic.

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You lay on your stomach against the soft bed with the light pink blankets, swinging your feet at the tall woman who stood prettily in front of the full-length mirror. Smiling

She spends the night at your house for the start of summer simply because she misses you so much. Your smile, your laugh and your sense of humor.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful,”

Megan giggled and stepped toward you, kissed your lips sweetly. You hopped off the bed and stood in front of you, looking up at her with a smirk.

You were only 5’2 which you’ve grown to love when you once wished to be tall as a kid. Your locs pulled up in a bun and melanated skin.

While Megan was a lot taller than you which was an experience all on its own. Standing at 5'10, she had a commanding presence that made your heart race every time you were near her.

"What are you smirking at, little one?" Megan teased, her voice low and playful.

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. "Just admiring my tall, gorgeous girlfriend."

She laughed, a sound that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "You think you can sweet talk me into getting what you want?"

"Maybe," you replied, your voice dripping with sass. "But I know you love it."

Megan stepped closer, her body radiating heat as she leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You know I can be dominant if you let me, right?"

Your breath hitched at the implication. You had talked about this before, the idea of her taking control. But hearing her say it made you feel a rush of excitement. "I...I wouldn’t mind," you admitted, your cheeks warming up.

"Good, because I want to be little bad for me" she smirked, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You swallowed hard, feeling a thrill run through you. "What do you have in mind?"

Megan's gaze darkened with desire as she walked you back toward the bed, gently pushing you down onto the soft blankets. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she said, her voice smooth and sultry.

You nodded, the anticipation building in your chest as she climbed on top of you, her weight comforting yet thrilling. "Megan..."

"Shh," she interrupted, placing a finger over your lips. "I want you to be quiet and just enjoy."

With that, she began to shower you with kisses, trailing her lips down your neck and across your collarbone. Her short hair swung over her ear.

"You're so beautiful, baby," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "I want to hear you say it."

"I’m beautiful," you breathed, already lost in the moment.

"Good girl," she praised, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now let's have some fun."

She pulled down your shorts and panties, lifting your grey tank top. Your titties bounced out and gently she palmed them, As she took off her clothes, leaving the both of you bare underneath the dim lighting.

Megan’s thumb rolled over your clit and you gasped softly, her tongue gliding up and down on your wet folds, slurping and swallowing your essence, dripping down her chin.

“Your pussy tastes so good, so beautiful..” Megan moaned.

She continued her delicious assault, causing your back to arch off the bed with pleasure.

"Megan," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in her hair. "Please, I can't take much more."

She looked up at you with those sultry eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, but we're just getting started, baby. I want to make you feel incredible."

With that, she dove back in, her tongue working magic as she focused on your sensitive spots. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building as she expertly brought you closer to the edge.

"That's it," she murmured against you, sending vibrations through your body. "Let go for me."

You could hardly think, the sensation overwhelming as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "Megan... I’m going to—"

"Not yet," she interrupted, pulling back just enough to catch her breath. "I want you to hold it for me."

Your heart raced as she reached for the strap she had brought along, securing it around her waist. "You trust me, right?" she asked, her voice low and commanding.

"Of course," you replied breathlessly, your body aching for her.

"Good," she said, positioning herself between your legs. "I want you to feel every inch of me."

As she pressed inside, a moan escaped your lips, the fullness taking your breath away. "Oh fuck, Megan."

"Look at you," she praised, her voice dripping with affection. "So perfect for me. Just relax and let me take care of you."

She began pushing his hips, perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside you. “S-shit, yes! You fuck me so gooddd!” you cried out, hands balling up in the blankets.

If only she could your walls clenched around her, she could only see your pussy clench around it. Your wetness gushed on the sheets below, gripped your thighs and looked down at her.

“Is my girl feelin' good huh?” Megan teased, biting her plump lips. Feeling your nails scratch at her back and thighs, she groaned at the pain.

“So good, baby, so good!” You hollered, throwing your head back in pleasure. Pulling her down by her neck for a kiss.

“P-please, I want to ride you!”

She immediately gripped your hips, lifting you up and watched your body shake against hers, your arms around her neck, pulling you close to her, Moving her hips upwards at a new pace, “Fuck! Fuck! Megan!”

Tears rolled down and burned your cheeks, your breasts pressed against hers, nipples touched. “Damn baby?" she asked, her breath hot against your ear.

Her juices pooled around her thighs, mixing with yours. Making a mess on the strap everywhere, “That pussy is so tight,” Moaning loudly with you,

The rhythm steady and intoxicating. Your body responded eagerly, the tension building once more.

"So good... I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," she encouraged, her pace quickening. "I want you to come for me. Show me how much you love it."

The pressure in your core grew more intense, a delicious burn that only she could ignite. "I’m going to—"

"Now, baby! Let it go," she commanded, and with that, you shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out her name. Your essence poured into everywhere, with her still inside. The two of you collapsed in the same position.

Megan pulled out of you, and you moaned in a shaky breath, heavily breathing with you. She took up the strap and cleaned it with a disinfectant wipe, placing it back in the bag.

Her gaze fixed on your blissed-out expression. "Look at you, so beautiful when you come apart like that," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You lay there, panting, feeling completely spent yet utterly fulfilled. "You’re incredible," you managed to say, your body still buzzing from the intensity.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, her thumb brushing against your cheek. "And you’re mine," she whispered, holding you close.

“You’re mine too Meg,” You shot back with a smirk.

“Of course I am,”

As you both settled into the afterglow, you smiled. You stood up and ran into the bathroom, taking a bath while Megan took a shower.

Changing into fresh clothes and changing the sheets, cleaning up immediately before snuggling up in the bed.

Tonight had been everything you had dreamed of and more.

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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:

[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.

[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

Geta Bloody Geta

Emperor Geta x future Empress!Reader

warnings: This fic is for those who are 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI! obsessed!Geta, switch!Geta and Reader, oral (f receiving), cum eating, jealous and possessive!Reader, mass murder, beheading, nudity, unprotected p in v smut, cock riding, praise and body worship (no specific bodily descriptions like size, skin color, etc), simp!Geta, breeding kink (exactly the breeding kink you’re thinking of), creampie, profanity, etc.

summary: Emperor Geta has asked you to be his future Empress, but still has yet to break the news to his concubines that their services will no longer be needed. You decide to get rid of them yourself since he’s seemingly too stubborn to give them up quite yet himself.

Emperor Geta never thought he’d find the right woman to make his Empress, no one he’s met ever felt like the perfect match for him. It was why he sought sexual pleasure and companionship from his many concubines instead, they were the perfect substitute for the lack of an Empress.

That was until you came into the picture.

When Geta first laid eyes on you, he thought you were a goddess sent by the gods themselves. He knew then that you were to be his future Empress and the one to bear him his heir. He enjoyed the sexual experiences he had with his concubines, but none of them were as stunning as you were, he just knew that you would bear him the most gorgeous son in all of Rome.

When Geta first approached you, it would be a lie to say that you didn’t immediately want to drop to your knees in front of him. The way his eyes were filled with a feral desire and need for you had you almost in a puddle, but you weren’t going to give into his desires that easily. You wanted him to work for it, beg for it. Emperor or not, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted on a silver platter, you wanted to show him that not everything he desired would simply be handed over to him.

You played your little cat and mouse game with him for weeks before you finally got him where you wanted him, on his knees begging and pleading with you to marry him. It was quite the sight and you knew that no one else has ever gotten him on his knees like this, he was too prideful and domineering to show any sort of submission to anyone. You were the only exception, that’s how badly he needed you.

“Please, I beg of you, deliciae. There’s no one else in the entirety of Rome with whom I want to marry, to bear me an heir.” His chocolate orbs were filled with a different kind of desire and need, this time they were more desperate and pooled with fear of rejection. He didn’t know what he would do if you inevitably turned him down after all his hard work in chasing after your heart.

You gave him a fond smile, your hand reaching out to gently brush your thumb against his cheek, your first ever show of affection towards him. And just when he thought he was going to get his answer, your smile turned into a wicked smirk and your eyes darkened with your own desire. “Why don’t you try a little harder, yeah? Worship me. Worship the ground I walk on and then I will give you the answer you’re looking for.”

Geta’s breath hitched in his throat at the way you demanded him to worship you, looking up at you with his adorable, lost puppy eyes. Usually he never allowed anyone to talk to him in such a way, to force him into a state of submission in order to get whatever it was that he wanted, but coming from you didn’t stir the anger in his chest like it should have. You really did have him wrapped around your finger when it should have been the other way around.

His few long moments of silence made you let out a disappointed tsk, your hand which was previously caressing his cheek now firmly gripping his jaw so you could force his chin up to meet your gaze more clearly. “Well? Are you just going to sit there looking like a lost pup or are you going to do as I fucking told you?” Your fingers pressed into his jaw, causing it to slightly part as he stared up at you with now taken aback orbs. He wasn’t expecting you to show such a dominant side, but he wasn’t against it. In fact, he fucking loved it.

With a firm but gentle grip of your wrist, he pried your hand off of his jaw, not once breaking eye contact with you as he brought your hand to his lips and started peppering kisses across your knuckles. “My treasured Goddess...” He began in a soothing tone of voice, releasing your hand so he could lift and hold the skirt of your dress up to take hold of one of your sandaled feet, slowly sliding the sandal off so he could lift your pampered foot to his mouth. “My beautiful gift from the gods...” He continued before starting to trail kisses from your foot up towards your knee, his plump lips soft against your skin. “It would be the biggest honor of mine if you became my Empress.”

His lips began trailing higher and higher, his gaze not once breaking yours as we worked his way up, not even when his lips pressed against your awaiting pussy. It was your turn for your breath to catch in your throat as his tongue swirled in circles around your clit, your jaw slack as you stared down at this powerful man on his knees before you doing just as you asked. He knew exactly what you meant when you told him to worship you. You opened your mouth to speak, but what came out was a strangled moan instead when his tongue invaded your spongy walls, your head tossed back and fingers curling through his hair as he licked into you with fervor.

“Gods, your pussy is a delicacy. I have not tasted such a saccharine taste ever before in my life.” He moaned into the wetness of your center, nudging his nose against your clit as he inhaled your sweet scent. Another pleasant moan passed his lips before he was diving right back in, licking and sucking in ways that could be considered sinful in the eyes of others. Your own moans only spurred him on, his fingers digging into the plushness of your thigh while his other hand rested at the small of your back to keep your hips pressed against his face as he ate you out like a man starved.

“G-Geta, I’m gonna--” You gasped as pleasure coursed through you, your fingers fisting in his hair and hips bucking against his face as you nearly lost all resolve. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” You moaned, tilting your head back down to watch as he devoured you, the renewed eye contact sending you spiraling towards your orgasm. “Goooooooods!”

Geta moaned as your release flooded his tongue, lapping up and swallowing every drop you gave him, not wanting a single bit of it to go to waste. After giving a soft kiss to your pussy, he started kissing back down your leg towards your foot again where he slipped your sandal back on, setting your foot back down onto the marble floor before dropping his head down to start kissing the floor around where you stood. “My perfect Goddess, you are all I need. You are the only one worthy to be my Empress, to bear me my heir. Please, marry me and I will worship you for as long as there is breath in my lungs.”

You beamed brightly at that, gazing down at the puddle of a man before you. You had him right where you wanted him. You of course were going to accept his marriage proposal, anyone would be delusional to tell this man no, but you had one stipulation you needed to set before you gave him your answer. “Look at me.” You demanded in a more dulcet tone this time, waiting for him to look up at you before continuing. “If you want me to marry you, then there’s one thing I need you to do before I do.”

“Yes, yes. Anything you want.”

You dropped to a knee so you were at the same level as him, your hand reaching out to grab a hold of his jaw again, a sternness in your eyes as you expressed your stipulation to him. “No more concubines. If I’m to be your Empress, my pussy is the only one your mouth, fingers, and cock should be touching, the only pussy that should be on your mind, got it? If you don’t like that, then you can say goodbye to me forever.” With that, you stood back up and turned to walk away, but he stopped you with a gentle grip on your dress.

“Wait.” As much as Geta absolutely disliked those terms, who was he to deny you when you were the only one he wanted as his Empress? If that’s what you wanted in order to marry him, then he was going to suck it up. It was going to be hard for him to give up all that wonderful pussy, especially his favorite concubine Bellona, but it was your heart he was after afterall. “I’ll give them up, alright? You’re worth losing so much pussy for. Especially since yours tastes the most divine anyway.” He sighed, moving to stand up himself now. “Just...give me some time to break the news to them. Please? They’re not going to take it lightly.”

“They can get the fuck over it.” You declared with a fire in your eyes before finally walking away, taking one final glance over your shoulder to find him standing there as if his world just came crumbling down, giving your eyes a roll in response. “My answer is yes, by the way. Just in case I wasn’t clear.” With that, you sauntered out of sight, heading towards your chambers to turn in for the night. If he didn’t end things with his concubines soon, you were going to do it for him. If he was to be yours, then he was to be only yours.

~

It was a week before you were set to marry Emperor Geta and what did you find out through Emperor Caracalla? That Geta was still fucking his concubines. You were furious with him for not respecting your wishes, you felt betrayed by him, that perhaps you weren’t what he wanted afterall. But it was too late, he’d already expressed his desire to have you, so he was going to have you as his Empress whether he wanted you now or not and you were going to show him the consequences of not ending things between him and his concubines when he said he would.

You tracked down each and every one of them, found out where they slept, and then slaughtered them in their sleep. Except, of course, his favorite concubine because he was currently balls deep inside her in his own chambers. You could hear her over exaggerated moans the closer you got to his chambers, your fingers curling tightly around the handle of your knife with jealous rage. How dare he fuck her in the bed you’re meant to be in?

Geta didn’t hear nor see you slip into his chambers, too focused on the way Bellona’s pussy swallowed him and squeezed his cock as she bounced up and down. His gaze was fixated on the sight and nothing, not even her, could tear his gaze away. Or, that’s what he thought. It was only when her bounces ceased and blood began spewing down onto him that he finally looked up to see you kneeling at the foot of his bed soaked in the blood of his other concubines and quite literally cutting off his favorite one’s head.

Her body slumped backwards against you once you removed her head from her torso, holding it in your hand with the tight grip you had gotten in her hair before starting to stab her in the chest and stomach over and over and over again, getting out all the rage that you had. After tossing the knife to the floor, you shoved her body to the side before throwing her head at Geta, glaring at him with all the anger you felt towards him. You could have gone and killed him too, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so when you’d fallen so deeply for him.

“The blood of your concubines is on your hands, Geta. Had you done as I requested as your Empress-to-be, they’d all still be alive, but no, you just had to be selfish and stubborn by keeping them around up to a week before our wedding. And now? Now I’m second guessing marrying you.” That was a lie, but you weren’t about to admit that. You needed him to see how upset you were that he broke your trust. You started to leave, but Geta was quick to jump off of his bed and reach for your arm.

“Wait, please! Please don’t go.” He frowned, not even caring that he was now covered head to stomach in blood. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t think you understand just how hard it is to give something up that I’ve had for years, but I promise you I was going to break the news to them come the day before our wedding.”

“Do you really think that would have been good enough for me? All this time you could have spent your time sleeping with me, but you chose to be with her and them instead. That just shows that you don’t actually want me.” It was hard not to frown after admitting that, looking at him with heartbroken orbs. You intended to stand strong while confronting him, but it was becoming hard to do so. Your resolve was shattering.

“I do want you.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” You slapped him across the face, your anger rising all over again. You were starting to grow sick of his lies. If he wanted you like he said, he would have ended his relationship between his concubines a lot sooner. “You spent weeks chasing after my heart all love sick and obsessed and yet you couldn’t do the one thing I fucking asked of you.”

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, fucking whimpered, before dropping to his knees and gripping onto your gown, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve seen out of him yet. “I want you, I love you, not them. Never them. They were nothing but tools for pleasure. You? You’re the one who owns my heart, the only one worthy of bearing my heir. Please, my love, please forgive me. I’ll make it up to you in any way you want.”

Just seeing the desperation in his gaze, written all over his face, made you want to cave then and there, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. You wanted him to see that you weren’t like other women, you weren’t the type to immediately submit and give in, you were quite the opposite. You were going to make him submit to you. “On your feet.” You demanded, gazing up at him once he stood tall before you. “Clean that whore’s pussy from your cock and then get back on the bed.”

Geta quickly nodded in response, using his discarded robes to wipe his cock clean before moving to sit back where he was prior to you coming in and killing Bellona. You lifted her body up from where you tossed it aside on his bed and sat it on the floor against a wall with her head in her lap, making sure she was facing the bed even though there was no life left in her to even watch what was about to happen.

“Now,” you turned back towards Geta, ridding yourself of your blood soaked garments. “You’re going to sit there as I ride your cock and you’re going to praise and worship me while I do, you’re going to thank the gods for sending you your Empress and then you’re going to thank me when I claim your cock with my cum. Got it?”

“Yes, Goddess.” He breathed, his darkening orbs taking in the sight of your breathtaking body once you stood nude before him. “gods, you’re perfect.” He reached his hands out for you, prompting you to start crawling onto his blood drenched sheets and making your way onto his lap, humming as his hands started exploring your body. “Forgive me for disobeying your wishes, I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”

You hummed in response, not giving him a direct acceptance of his apology but instead grabbing his cock in your hand and stroking up and down the length of it, your gaze fixated on the angry red tip. “Do as I said and you will be forgiven.” You immediately sank down on his cock then, pulling the most guttural moan from his throat as he tossed his head back to stare up towards the gods.

“Oh! I haven’t felt such a divine pussy in my life. I will never stop thanking the gods for you.” His hands gripped onto your waist, holding on for dear life once you started to bounce up and down in a way he’d never felt before. Your movements weren’t fueled by lust, they were fueled by something far superior to lust, something he wasn’t used to coming from the opposite sex. “That’s it, claim my cock. It’s all yours, my Goddess. All fucking yours.”

“That’s right. You and this cock are mine. Only fucking mine.” You growled, reaching to grab his jaw which had him moaning deeply as you forced his gaze onto yours, increasing the force and pace of your bounces. “You were made for me just as I was made for you, don’t ever forget that, Geta. Don’t let it slip through that thick skull of yours.” You squeezed his jaw harshly, which only had him moaning even more.

“Yes, Goddess. I’ll never forget it. Gods, you feel so good on my cock, such a perfect, sweet, tight little pussy. I don’t deserve it, yet here you are giving it to me so graciously. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He tried his best to keep his gaze on yours, but the urge to drop it and watch as your pussy bounced along his cock was far stronger. “She’s the best and--, fuck, prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen. And she’s all mine? Thank the gods.”

You leaned forward to start kissing him hard and with possession, your hand gripping his jaw now dropped down to wrap around his neck, pulling a choked moan from his throat as you gave it a squeeze. “Keep those praising words up, you’re making your pussy so happy doing so.” You murmured with a smile, giving a hard nip to his bottom lip. “I bet she doesn’t compare to any other pussy, huh?”

“Absolutely not.” He moaned as he shook his head no, one of his hands staying on your waist while the other moved to grope at your breasts. “I regret not doing this sooner, had I known my Empress-to-be’s pussy was the best in existence I’d have kicked my concubines to the curb the day I met you. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, closing the space between your mouths and kissing him again, this time with more passion and affection, pouring every ounce of love you had for him into the kiss. “I forgive you. I hope you can forgive me for killing your concubines.” You murmured, both of your hands now cupping his face as you continued riding him.

“Fuck, I don’t care about that. Besides, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen watching you quite literally beheading someone over me. You know how bloodthirsty of a man I am.” He smirked, his hand on your waist moving to your ass so he could squeeze and smack the supple flesh. “Your jealous rage is one thing I never want to forget.”

“Mmmm it only shows when it comes to you. I’ll never kill for anyone else, you are the only one worth killing for.” You smiled before leaning back to start bouncing with more purpose, your jaw going slack as the building pleasure started to rise even more quickly. “I want you to cum with me, Geta. Want you to get started on fucking your heir into me.”

“Goooooods!” He moaned, one hand holding firmly on your waist so he could start thrusting up into you while his other started circling your clit with his thumb, pulling a squeal of pleasure from your throat and tight squeezing of your walls around his cock. “That’s it, squeeze my cock. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Mhmmmm, so good! Gonna cum, Geta!” You whined, lowering your gaze to where your hips met and watching as he rubbed at your clit. It wasn’t long before you were coming undone above him, head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull as you gushed heavily around his cock, his name leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Thank you, my Goddess! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The feeling of your pussy clenching his cock as you came was absolutely ethereal and it sent Geta right over his own edge, guttural groans and growls erupting from his throat as he spilled his seed into your womb, his cock twitching each time your walls milked him dry. “That’s it, take every last drop, give me my heir.”

You collapsed on top of his chest after a minute, heavy, out-of-breath pants passing your lips as you laid your head against the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself before tilting your head to look at him. “I forgive you, by the way. I was always going to, I just had to teach you a lesson first.”

“The lesson was very much so learned.” He chuckled, gently cupping your chin between his fingers to tilt your head a little more so he could lean in to kiss you deeply, smiling at your sigh of content. “Stay with me tonight? We’ll have to clean up a bit, but it will be worth it.”

You nodded at that, giving him your own smile as you nudged your nose against his. “I would love nothing more than to spend the night with you. I want to spend all the nights with you, covered in blood or not.”

And you did. From that night forward, you spent every moment of every night with him spent in his bed either cuddling, making love, or getting absolutely railed by him as he fucked his heir into you. It was his mission to get you pregnant before your first month as his Empress came to an end, which he succeeded at with days to spare.

Emperor Geta got his Empress and his future heir, so he was happier than ever. And he had the gods to thank for that.

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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?

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

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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 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

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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

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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)

[naeverse]

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

      🌵preview: 

“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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[jeridandridge]

I Want Something Bad

This wound needs more salt! College Years installment from anon request 🤍

This shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as it is. The alarm clock on your nightstand ticks away, the moonlight coming through the floor to ceiling window of your bedroom makes you sigh. Melissa was flying in tomorrow afternoon and for some reason you felt sick. Maybe because the last time you saw her it felt like a goodbye. Maybe because six months ago she was married and you were out of the country, unable to face those fears and desires you had regarding the woman.

Tossing and turning you shift to face your nightstand, hand resting on your pillow as you eye the silver picture frame that sits on the dark wood. Melissa had clung to you during graduation that day. Sat together in the chairs your heart jumped into your throat when her fingers laced with yours, eyes forward on the stage of the auditorium. Outside in the sun she wrapped her arms around your waist squeezing you so tightly you were sure you’d be bruised. Six hours later you were driving away in the dark headed back to your childhood home, tears in your eyes and your hands shaking on the wheel at the thought of her going off and marrying someone else. You still wanted her even now.

Morning comes sooner than you’d like it to. The warmth from the morning sun through the window warms you, hoping it was a good omen for the rest of the day. After a shower and a cup of coffee, you feel almost normal again as you get in the car for the Portland airport. During the drive your mind wanders, would Melissa be different now? You hadn’t seen her in almost a year, she was married and set to start teaching with a full life in Philly.

Getting closer to the pick up terminal you can’t help but smile when you see the redhead walking towards the car, sun glasses on and a Philly sweatshirt as always. Pulling into the line you put the car in park, hardly able to get out before Melissa is in front of you wrapping her arms around your neck. The smell of lavender hits your nose and her ring clad fingers bury themselves in your hair.

“Well hi,” you chuckle almost nervously, hands resting on her back.

“Hi yourself, big shot.” The redhead chuckles squeezing you tightly.

Letting go of your best friend you smile when she lifts her sunglasses, finally able to see those gorgeous eyes.

“I’m an intern not a big shot.” You chuckle putting her suitcase in the trunk closing it with a thud. “You ready to see what Portland has to offer?” You grin.

“Let’s get goin, hon.”

Settled in the car Melissa smiles at you, her hand reaching for yours where it rests on the center console. Eyes flicking down from the road you move your hand to reach for the radio,turning it up a bit to drown out the thought of that gold band and the man you despise. You felt as if it would burn if it touched your skin. “I’m happy you’re here finally. You ready to start work next month?”

Eyes on the road you miss the hurt in her eyes as she brings her hand back to her own lap. “I am, Kristin Marie even gave me a mug for my desk.” She chuckles.

“Aw, the wicked witch has a heart.” You tease. The thought of you being on opposite coasts hurt, but now you could throw yourself into your work opting to climb the social ladder at your current art gallery. Even if it was an internship you planned on running elbows with as many higher ups as you could.

The first afternoon and evening with Melissa goes well enough, you take her to your favorite coffee shop and bookstore knowing she’d enjoy the cozy atmosphere. Throughout the day you couldn’t help but dodge every touch she attempted to make on your arm or lower back, so much so that you almost dropped your coffee when her fingers brushed your elbow to rest her hand in the crook of your arm on the walk back to the car. You wanted her, you wanted her bad and you knew you could never have her.

You’ll just have to sit in it for this week.

“Hon, you better let me cook for you while I’m here.” Melissa breaks the comfortable silence as you two stand in the elevator going up to your apartment.

“I can’t turn down a Schemmenti meal.” You chuckle unlocking the door. “I stocked up on groceries last night.”

Inside Melissa goes through the fridge and cabinets pulling out everything she might need for a nice meal. It felt… nice, normal even after so much time spent having awkward phone calls two time zones apart to be moving around the kitchen together. As you wash the vegetables while the redhead prepares sauce, you glance up with a smile.

“So, have you managed to teach Joe how to cook anything yet?”

Melissa scoffs shaking her head. “No, he’s either at work or he comes home and sleeps.”

Turning back to the task at hand you hide your eye roll looking down at the cutting board. Typical. This was the man that threw a fit when he lost at beer pong for crying out loud. Of course he wouldn’t help his wife cook.

Melissa continues to stir, eyes landing on your back boring into your soul.

“I’m surprised you brought him up.”

Glancing over your shoulder you meet jade eyes. Composing yourself you shrug. “He’s your husband, I do know the guy.” You chuckle.

It’s quiet for a moment, the sound of the blade landing on the cutting board with each chop makes your palms start to sweat.

“You don’t like him.” Melissa states plainly, no malice in her voice as she keeps her eyes on the stove.

Biting your cheek you take a breath before lifting your head. “Hey,” you get her attention meeting her eyes with the best smile you can muster. “I’m happy for you, Red. I really am.”

It made you want to vomit saying those words but if it made her happy that’s all you care about. Jade eyes crinkle at the corner just as they always did, and that was the end of that.

Through dinner and the rest of the night you find yourself relaxed with your oldest friend. The tension that had been there is gone, even enough for Melissa to curl up into your side on the couch. Her right hand rests on your Jean clad thigh as you mindlessly watch a sitcom on tv, making comments here and there about the show. You wanted this all the time. You wanted to come home and make dinner with Melissa sod badly. To cuddle up with her on the couch after a long day so badly.

You’re brought out of your love drunken haze when the phone rings on the table behind the couch.

“You gonna get that, hon?”

“No, let it ring.” You hum not caring enough to answer the phone at ten o’clock on a Friday night.

The machine clicks, and a smooth female voice comes out. “Hi, sweetheart! I guess I missed you. I was calling to see if we’re still on for drinks Tuesday night. Give me a call soon, bye!”

As soon as you hear Lena’s voice coming through the speaker you feel Melissa stiffen against your side.

“Well she sounds like fun.” Melissa chuckles with a tight smile.

Keeping your eyes on the tv you shrug. “She’s a curator for the gallery, I’ve been seeing her for a couple weeks.”

“You didn’t tell me?” Melissa pulls back looking at you. “Cmon, hon. What she like?” She asks with a quirked brow.

You’d seen this look before many times all throughout college, she puts a smirk on but the excitement doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Well…” you start off in another cycle you’re sure will continue for as long as you know the redhead.

[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!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! love ya lots!

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slightly inspired by this song :*

[aziraphales-library]

hihihi sooo i finished season 2 of good omens and i have noo idea where to start when looking for fics as there are like soo i need some recommendations for beginners :3

i’m a big sickfic and hurt/comfort enjoyer, that’s mostly what i read lmao. i’m pretty open to anything except nsfw fics!! i like uhh coffee shop aus and like calm chill stuff.

thank you so much to either of the mods for reading this and maybe answering this!!! love ur guy’s account <3

Hello! I am still baffled by the idea of "beginner fics"—just jump in! We have #fandom classics you could start with if you want, and we have #hurt/comfort, #sick fic, and #coffee shop au tags. Here are more coffee shop fics to add...

Coffee and Tea by Chemery (T)

What if Good Omens but coffee shop AU with some angst and fluff mixed in?

The East Wall by Aloe_Vera13 (G)

Crowley owns a 24/7 coffee house near Aziraphale's university, he is immediately interested in the cute linguistic student coming for coffee late into the night. ------------ “Okay, I’ll have the ‘French Kiss.’” Aziraphale paused for a moment before adding, “The latte.” He pointed at the menu for extra clarity, feeling his face heat up. “Coming right up, angel.” Crowley smiled as he turned around, just missing as Aziraphale’s light pink blush turned up to practically magenta.

Tea For Two by ICanSingNoRequiem (T)

Aziraphale is living his life in London's Soho District when he's summoned to the sleepy town of Eden to settle the affairs of his recently deceased childhood friends.

Coffee Breath by midnightdragons (M)

He stared, mouth half-open, at the stranger he had collided with, and became momentarily frozen in place as his barreling heart caught up to his fretting mind. The (man? woman? neither? well, there was a he/they pin clasped to their sweater, so at least he had that to go off of) person who he had just crashed into, knocked onto their arse, and made spill coffee all over their things, was undeniably and irrevocably the most gorgeous creature Aziraphale had ever laid eyes on in his entire life. Just his luck.

A rather cliche but cute human AU story with bookshop owner!Aziraphale, plant shop owner!Crowley, and a meet-cute involving spilt coffee, with angst but also lots of fluff because we all need a cute little story sometimes. Featuring a bonus chapter with their "first time."

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

The Defiant Houseplant by corvidae9 (M)

A professor doing his best to start over and a barista still flogging himself for mistakes of the past meet cute and hit it off like a house on fire. Excellent! Now can they make something sweet out of their broken bits and partially healed lives with the help of a small band of odd and oddly familiar friends? (and frenemies?) (SPOILER: Yes. The answer is yes. Absolutely. Hallelujah and amen.)

- Mod D

[coffeeshib]

wicked thing, carved into my heart - chapter 2

There is a woman between the window and bed. Next to her is a side table, with an opened bottle of wine and a half-empty glass. Agatha sits nonchalantly on a vintage armchair. In a low ponytail, her head is bowed down resting on her hand, long fingers stretched out. Elbow on the arm of the chair, legs spread lazily. She’s dressed in a pristine white dress shirt with dark purple suspenders and sleek pants. The first two buttons of her shirt are unbuttoned, deliciously exposing her collarbone and neck. Her sleeves are rolled up all the way to her elbows, her long forearms bare. What a sinful, delectable display. She is a blend of gorgeous and handsome, soft and sharp, ethereal and darkness. She looks so powerful like this, like a statue of an old God. Rio’s mouth runs dry, arousal flickering low in her gut. She simmers with want and ache.

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