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So, last November I got to try my hand at Alchemy
Maddalena Rumor, in the Classics Department of Case Western Reserve University came to have dinner with us and mentioned she'd just successfully turned silver gold.
She had an alchemical recipe from a 7th century BCE cuneiform tablet from the library of Ashurbanipal. She'd been working with Rekha Srinivasan, from the Chemistry Department to see if they could translate the cuneiform, identify the substances mentioned, and then try the recipe to see if it worked.

They traveled to the British Museum to examine the tablet up close. By studying the partial strokes along the edges, Maddalena could make some educated guesses about missing words. Rekha, in turn, could use the descriptions of the substances to make some guesses about what they might be. Then they could start testing their best guesses with experiments.
This is complicated by the tendency of alchemical texts to use code words or inside jokes to describe materials or techniques. Something like me making a recipe that calls for 2 Legs and 1 Arm of Policeman and my friends all knowing it means 2.5 ingots of Copper.
I know the word alchemy comes from the Arabic al-kimia and that it eventually developed into chemistry, but I've always associated it with the worst of the Dark Ages in Europe--charlatans or wannabe magicians in smoke-filled, poorly lit cellars full of of mummified animals and just generally gross stuff that is not my jam.
I'm wondering now if that's because medieval alchemists were reading a lot of things literally that weren't meant to be taken that way. There's a reference in one of Maddalena's article's to a rare case where "human excrement" called for in a recipe is revealed to actually mean "garlic." I can see a lot of ancient alchemists laughing up their sleeves.
I had just learned during a trip to Naples the previous summer that the alchemy of Renaissance philosophers like Pico Della Mirandola was very different from the stuff in the basements of Prague. Instead of dreckapotheke, they were translating texts from the Ancients Greeks, texts that were perhaps based on the very tablets from the 7th Century BCE that Maddalena was studying. I promptly begged to observe her next experiment.
She very graciously said yes, so I went down to a lab at Case and I wish I had taken better notes, but I did not, so what I've got is a bunch of pictures, and I'll have to go back and badger Maddalena for details.

These are the ingredients for the next round of testing.

They will be mixed into a solution in the flask on the right and then heated on a burner.


Then silver tablets will be dipped into the solution:

And turn gold!

Not *into* gold. That was not the plan. Hope you aren't disappointed.
If you thought the object of alchemy in those dark basements in Prague was turn to lead into gold, yeah me, too. And maybe it was, but the alchemy of the ancient Near East seems to have been more clear that transmutation wasn't on offer. After reading some of Maddalena's articles, I now know there were four main practices of alchemy back in the day: coloring silver gold, making a silver alloy that still looked like silver, coloring glass to look like precious stones, and dying wool purple without using those expensive snail shells from Tyre.
I talked about alchemy a lot (really, a lot, everyone was very patient) at a recent writing retreat. Erin Bow called it the Science of Knock Offs.
There are multiple ancient sources that say that this "holy and divine art" (hÄ hiera kai theia technÄ) was taught to mankind by fallen angels who were sharing the secrets of heaven. I know it seems ridiculous that an all knowing divine being is going to focus on the Secret Science of Knock Offs, but the more I I think about it, the more I can see it.
ARMUMAHEL: We will share with you the great mysteries of heaven!
MANKIND: . . .
ARMUMAHEL: I can save you some money on purple dye.
MANKIND: YAY!
SAMYAZA: So how did the secret sharing go today, Armumahel? Did they ask about the language of birds? The control over monsters of the deep?
ARMUMAHEL: I told'em how to make glass marbles look like sapphires.
SAMYAZA: You do know Enoch is writing all this down. His book is going to be stuck in the apocrypha and we're going to be laughing stocks.
ARMUMAHEL: I promised to tell them tomorrow how to turn silver gold.
SAMYAZA: Ah! Transmutation of matter! That's a good one!
ARMUMAHEL: No, not transmutation. They just want the silver bowls on the alter to be yellow and shiny.
SAMYAZA: . . .

My shiny yellow tablet. : )
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Goss v. USA Cycling, Inc., 193 N.E.3d 599 (Ohio App. 2022)
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Diamond continues to shine: New properties discovered in diamond semiconductors
Diamond, often celebrated for its unmatched hardness and transparency, has emerged as an exceptional material for high-power electronics and next-generation quantum optics. Diamond can be engineered to be as electrically conductive as a metal, by introducing impurities such as the element boron. Researchers from Case Western Reserve University and the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign have now discovered another interesting property in diamonds with added boron, known as boron-doped diamonds. Their findings could pave the way for new types of biomedical and quantum optical devicesâfaster, more efficient, and capable of processing information in ways that classical technologies cannot. Their results are published in Nature Communications.
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i am a former student of case western reserve university, and i am appalled to learn that they have been mass-arresting pro-Palestine demonstrators
i am ashamed that i ever gave CWRU money
free Palestine, fuck case western, fuck the zionists
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dancing with wolves.
pairing. glen powell x male reader.
word count. 8.8k.
summary. journeying from town to town provided glen a solitude heâd always dreamed of. however, since meeting you, it was all he could complain about.
content warning. smut, western!au, top!glen, yearning!glen, loner!glen, bottom!reader, prostitute!reader, love confession, established relationship, passionate love-making, gagging, deep-throating, handjob (r!receiving), blowjob (r!giving), spanking, overstimulation, milking, anal penetration, breeding.
Cases of whiskey and cider were stacked in a column of two. Six units per beverage, twelve in total as Glen triple-checked the count and label. Though heâd never made a mistake in his deliveries before, it was his vigilance that maintained his good repute amongst the townsfolk. His attentiveness and efficiency in deliveries allowed for trust to be built between him and the towns heâd distribute to.
Months and more, the head of these establishments heâd work with didnât seem to mind Glenâs uptight and reserved nature. Rather, they were used to it. Penned him as âGunpowderâ because of their inability to see through him, as if the smoke from deflagrated gunpowder had impaired their vision.
As long as the goods were delivered in mint condition, who was to complain that the brooding man marched right on out after receiving his payment without uttering a single word?
Not to mention, his sturdy build was a warning itself to those whoâd dared.
âNearly doubled the shipment from last time.â It was an observation noted to himself. A low mutter that the owner of the saloon caught with a smile, because frankly, the mustached man was known to run the folkâs ears off.
There was a reason why he owned a saloon, and not Glen.
He dropped his payment into his drawstring bag and tucked it into the inside pocket of his shirt. Crime was growing rampant, even in a bustling town like New Vale where a dust storm couldnât ward off its folks from drinking into the night. Glen wasnât sure what to make of it. Whether to call them idiots for ignoring the highly alarming signs of bandits gradually killing their way to the west, or brave for living their lives without a single regret.
One wouldâve had the same vacillation between labeling Glen as an idiot or a man, for traveling 40 miles and more in his saddle, while the threat of murders loomed over his head. âGod damn, I did! Business been growinâ ever since weâd expanded to include the whores. The fellas canât keep their hands off of them!â Glenâs ears pricked up from the way the shorter man described the main attraction to his saloon. The man was practically ascending to heaven, tugging on the straps of his suspenders to ground him to the wooden flooring while he boasted about how much of a brilliant man he was for charging patrons by the hour, and taking a percentage of a prostituteâs pay.Â
All Glen could do was watch in stoic disgust while the man relished in his own pride, in his own greed.
Though, only for a few seconds before a feeling of guilt and shame took over Glenâs conscious, calling him out on his hypocrisy, on this selfish desire that all the men in the saloon had collectively shared.
He wasnât much of a better man than the drunkard swaying in his seat, completely shit-faced with a shot glass in his grasp.
Glen tucked his hands into his pockets, leaned to the manâs ear, and lowered his voice to a hush. âThe boy in today?â
Coincidentally, he felt a spare coin in his left pocket. The silver ridges scorched his skin like it had come straight from the devilâs fountain, prodding his urges.
âShould be cleaning out back, but Iâll let âem know youâre here. You know his room.â The man collected the single coin with a smug grin and tipped his hat. âNice doing business with ya, and⊠get yâself a drink. On the house. Iâm beginning to treasure your presence.â The march of his steps out to the back were resonant, even with the ragged rhythm of the piano blaring in Glenâs ears as he walked for the stairs.
- - -
The room was left as Glen remembered it.
The thin walls closed in on the oil lamps mounted on the walls. It didnât take much to light up the room. As bright as candles could be lit, it only emphasized how truly compact the space was. Glen couldnât imagine that no more than two men could be comfortable standing in this lodging, let alone reside in it. Luckily, Glen was a simple man. He hung his coat on the wall and took his boots off, a much needed relief from the compression at his feet, and he felt satisfied sitting on the miserable mattress. Not from the space, no. Not when he could hear other patrons like him revel in their own pleasure, albeit muffled by the thin walls.
No. It was because he got to see his boy again. Twice a month, like how it had been for almost a year now, and Glen could feel the two weeks of labor thanking him as a huge weight seemingly lifted off his shoulders.Â
Traveling from town to town and shipping out whiskey and cider didnât take much of a toll on his body like herding cattle, but it was uninspiring. Sight-seeing was tranquil, but the sun was beating down on him harder this month. It was tiring. Always on his saddle, on his feet, and now with the threat of robberies ramping, on the defensive, all without so much of a break.
It was lonely.Â
And though it was his own fault, it made the moment of seeing his boy all the more special.
Touching you was even more cathartic than heâd like to admit.
Two hard knocks, a beat, then three more, and the door opened.
âYou sleepinâ already, Bighorn?â You teased, chuckling to yourself when you could see Glen rise from his position as you locked the door.
Bighorn. The endearment made Glen chuckle.
Glen watched you come into the light as his elbows supported his body, legs extended to stretch the tight muscles in his thighs and calves. A button-up and suspenders, your typical attire as a novice cook. It had to be illegal to look this striking in hand-me-downs covered in flour.
âA second longer, and I wouldâve demanded for a refund.â Glen quipped with a simple grin. It was all natural, his body responding to your approach by gathering himself onto his feet. You worked him in mysterious ways. Every step you took, Glen met you half-way.Â
Yearn weighted Glenâs heart to match the heaviness of your boots scraping against the floor until you stopped. He stopped in his tracks after, your wide smile reflecting off of his simpler grin, and Glen remained silent, taking you all in with the removal of his hat.Â
It wasnât the first time his eyes ever tracked a man, nor was it the first time his heart ever sped up, but you had this power, this presence, that made him feel anew with the way you looked at him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest close to his own.Â
Surely, he knew he wasnât going crazy feeling like his affection for you had shot up like a bull for the past month. And the month before that.Â
And the month before that.
âAnd I wouldâve made it up by makinâ sure you get the best sleep of your life. Howâs that sound?â You met his eye level, unabashedly smiling wider than you had ever greeted him before.Â
He felt flat, like heâd been hit by the train itself. A sharp jolt that sent goosebumps all over his skin, and it was like you read into his soul, because your hands roamed around his body, warding off the tiny prickles over his skin with a caress to his broad chest, over his forearms, against his neck.
It didnât take long for Glen to realize you were the curator of the bumps on his skin.
âSounds like an overpromise...â Glen chuckled along with you, his larger hands feeling up your waist, backside, then to your arse, where they felt perfectly at home in his palms. His gaze was just as curious, peeking at the collar of your shirt that revealed the smallest amount of your neck. To your lips, marveling over ruby flesh heâd often daydream about while riding across the plains.
It was becoming a routine. Where the weeks leading up to the end the month felt like the world had a vengeance against you, and this month was surely taking out its worst out on you.
âYou got a haircut.â Glen noticed the shorter length of your hair, pushing it back with a swoop of his hand. He then took ahold of your jaw, maneuvering it cheek by cheek to stoically marvel over your cut.
âWas gettinâ hot. Boss man didnât like how it collected sweat.â Your fingers worked around his collar, unfurling the fold, then folding it back into place. âYou like it?â
âI can see your face clearer. You look good.â Glenâs fingers raked through your hair once before messily ruffling it. You responded with a shove to his chest, knocking him back onto the bed with an unexpected laugh. âGuess I didnât need to worry about whether you were eating or not. Christ, you gettinâ stronger too.â
A dull ache settled in his chest. He wanted to say something more than, âYou look good.âÂ
No, it fit you. The trimmed hairs on the sides matched how blunt you could be.Â
âYou bring any gifts for me?â
âYouâre sweaty, and that makes me aroused.â
âYou pushing 40. That only makes me want you even more.â
âNo one can fill my mouth like you do, Glen.â
On the contrary, it also framed your face like you were an angel who didnât spout nonsense that would render him speechless. Though, heâd gotten used to that now. It made you all the more endearing, how someone could look as passive as you, have a mouth like that.
âBastardâs been pushing more tasks onto me since business been growing. Same pay too. Man is too cheap to hire another employee. Donât think I look any different though.â It took all the energy out of him to not sigh when you straddled his lap. He was swelling nicely beneath you, harder and thicker the more you rut your arse against him. âOr⊠maybe youâre just getting weaker?â
Glen rolled his eyes. âDonât get so cocky, boy. Wouldnât want me to beat it out of you, would you?â Your breath hitched when his palm struck down on your left ass cheek as a warning. It was effortlessly done, yet the subtle sting was more than enough to pull a groan out of you.
You brazened yourself, narrowing your eyes into his drawn gaze as you leaned closer, and pulled him halfway up by the collar. âNot if you call that a beatinâ.â Your lips grazed against his, and just when Glen leaned closer, you pulled away and resumed your ruts, pushing your arse back onto his palms simultaneously.
âYou gonâ regret that.â It was animalistic. The way you drove your hips into him, and the way Glen desperately responded back, groping your ass hard and pushing you flushed to his groin, to the weight of his bulge. He buried his groans into your neck, biting a patch of skin that would draw out whimpers in between your taunts.Â
âI ainât regret nothinâ-â A loud yelp slipped from your mouth. His palm suddenly came down on your ass again. Harder, like the snap of lighting had bit into your skin. It shuddered you to think that it had hurt as much as it did while you were clothed. Yet, that didnât stop you from unbuckling and drawing out your belt, and then Glenâs.Â
âThat the best you got? Like a bee-sting. I ainât impressed.â You muttered into his neck, kissing at the hot flush of skin after stripping you and Glen down to undergarments. Gradually, you worked his top off, licking and kissing every show of skin that would meet your lips, until he was deliciously bare-chested before you.
âIâll break your damn ass if I have to.â Glen said through gritted teeth. His arms were folded behind his head, cushioning it while he watched your mouth worship every contour of his body like he was a king. Your mouth would latch onto one side of his ribs, suckling on a freckle, while the other admired his abdomen with several, drunken strokes. It took the trail of his stomach hair to pivot your mouth lower, to slip your hand into the opening of his drawers until it was inevitably full with Glenâs semi-hard cock, meaty and thick in your palm.
âYou spendinâ the night?â Your ears perked up at the sound of his groans, your gaze followed the source. He was clearly desperate for more than the laze of your strokes as your grasp was loose and open, favoring to feel around his cock than against.Â
âThatâs what I paid for.â His hips bucked once you began massaging his cock, throbbing harder in the palm of your hand.Â
âIâll make sure itâs worthwhile, then.â With one hand continuing to knead at the tender muscle, you stripped the drawers off of his body, tossing it onto a pile of clothing in the corner.
âLook at me when you talkinâ.â It came out more aggressive than heâd like it to, but your eyes lit up when he caught your gaze, a smoldering smile plastered across your face while you stroked him with your knees pressed to the mattress.
âYou stressed or what? Donât usually talk like this to me.â Stripping yourself bare, you resumed tending to his cock after, gulping at the unholy sight of the meaty tool drooling with a thick and ample amount of pre-cum that would surely stain the flooring if you hadnât caught the sticky rope with your tongue.
You looked extra handsome tonight, Glen thought. Maybe it was the haircut working wonders on him. Making him act all crazy like heâd been bewitched. One strand of hair fell delicately over your forehead when you spat on his cock, and had your grasp around him not remind him, he wouldâve forgotten to breathe.
âJust been thinking about my boy. Couldnât stop thinking about you.â You lapped up his cock while he struggled to pour out his words. It was like molasses, the way heâd pause himself to say the right thing so he wouldnât scare you. Coincidentally, you seemed to be enjoying the taste of his pre-cum like it was molasses as well, sucking it out him with sunken cheeks.
âCouldnât stop thinking about filling that filthy mouth of yours with even more filth.â He hissed as you began tonguing his slit.
âYâknow how much I love the taste of your seed.â You dragged your tongue over the head, polishing it with several needy sucks, while your gaze maintained on his. One hand was wrapped around the shaft to hold Glen steady, and the other was cupped around his heavy balls, stretching and fondling the loose stretch of skin.
âI know. You like how itâs warm in your mouth, donât you?â The grasp around his thick cock tightened. Fingers pressed into his veins, stroking the aroused muscle while your mouth worked on his glans, plump and swollen against your lips.
âAnd how salty it is. Taste better than your whiskey.â Sweat and musk had built up in the thick hairs of his pubic, in the crevice of his glans as you inhaled his scent. The smell of his cock made your own swollen unbearably hard.
âYou like my cock too. Like how heavy it is on your tongue.â He had his fingers running through your hair, keeping any strands from obscuring your eyes as you watched him, just as he had been watching you.
âNothing better than feelinâ my dirty mouth stretch because of the size of it. Can barely wrap my hands around your tool. My asshole struggles too, if not more.â
You loved sucking on the head. It was tender in your mouth, leaking with salt that made your tongue dance into the slit for more. It was beautiful to look at too. Every now and then, youâd slip him out of your mouth to marvel over the glistening view of his cock, swollen in your own spit.
âYet it donât stop you, does it? You keep sucking with that hot mouth of yours. Fucking with that tight ass of yours.â He sat up to stretch his hand from your neck and then down to your spine, repeating the affectionate gesture when heâd reach the limit of his mobility.
âYour cock is my liquor.â You held his gaze with pride, proudly slapping his wet cock across your cheek, against your lips, onto your tongue, because you werenât ashamed for desiring men.Â
You werenât ashamed for needing Glen.
No amount of prejudice can suppress your very existence.Â
âYou doinâ a whole lot of talking, and not a lot of sucking.â His hand was strong on the back of your neck, massaging as if it would warm your throat up.
You purred, finding the increasing pressure on your neck welcoming as it naturally opened your mouth back up. Your tongue teased Glen for a little longer. Patience had been wearing thin, you could see it in his eyes as they hardened over the lazy trail of your tongue, unbearably sliming at the underside of his heavy cock. His grasp on your neck was clutching, pulling at your tender skin to maneuver you north and wrap your mouth back around him. But you were resisting. You were going to suck his cock on your own terms, on your own accord, flaunting your tongue over his stiffened pole to warm him up because you had all night with him.
You were beautiful like this, working your spit over his cock with your hand, while you silently leaned up for a kiss. He granted those rubies of yours a chaste peck, then another to the dried drool at the corner of your mouth, then another, a fulfilling kiss to your mouth that had drawn out simultaneous groans from the both of you because it was unapologetically more than lust.
You stroked his cock harder, to the warmth of his tongue as it slipped inside of you, keen to explore the cavern that had made his cock feel so glorious, to explore the mouth that often sent Glen into a spiral simply from his own imagination after the very minute he would depart from you.
His heart was beating, accelerating like it had soles to run on, and all it took was the palm of your hand caressing his chest in soothing swoops to ground him back to reality, to the kiss that had been broken in favor of you returning back to your original position between his legs, mouth agape and taunting as ever.Â
âOnly because I want you to hear what it sounds like when Iâm swallowing your cock.â With those final words, you slid his cock into your mouth without letting your gags falter you.
His cock was heavy, maintaining the girth from base to tip as you took more of him after every cycle. Tears brimmed in your eyes when youâd choke on one attempt of slotting him down your throat. Then they dripped, rolled down your supple cheeks, when youâd work yourself through your gags until your throat closed in around his tool. Youâd lie there with your throat stuffed to the brim, your lips clamped shut from the very base despite the fur of his pubic hairs tickling your lips to open back up.
Your ears rattled from your conscience begging you to end your torture, but watching Glen marvel at that mouth of yours made you endure the looming threat of fainting all the more worthwhile.Â
âChrist.â Drool spilled from either side of your mouth as Glen helped you stabilize with a palm to your nape. He gently pushed at the sound of your gags, keeping you situated against his groin in case youâd pull away. âYou know how to make a man happy, donât you?â
âMmfghââ It was pointless responding, but Glen expected it. You always had to get the last word. The last sound.Â
He maneuvered you by the neck, pulling you back then forward again, your throat making ungodly sounds around his cock in midst of doing so. Occasionally, heâd meet you halfway and thrust himself into your gags, churning the arising saliva that foamed in your mouth back down your air duct, making you choke in the process.
âYou miss my cock that much, boy?â
âMmff-guh!â
Heâd pull you back just in time, his cock releasing from the tight hold of your throat like a cork barricading liquor, and you didnât waste a single second to fill your lungs again with the arousing air.
âYou gonâ kill me with that thing, bastard.â Your spit resembled fizz that would spew out from opened cider. Glen kept it to himself, but he thought you looked dashing like this. Flushed in the face, cheeks stained by dried tears, nostrils stung with sniffles, youâd collect your composure quickly after, brazen yourself as if nothing had happened, but from the tremors in your hands, you were dismantled despite working your hand on him again.
âToo much for you?â He asked, reaching over with a hand to knead at the center of your throat. Glen didnât show many moods, but you were well aware when he was either aroused, angry, or concerned, simply by the movement of his brows.Â
You lifted your chin upon the warm of his hand greeting you, grinning at the raise of the manâs brows. âI jest. Too much? Yes. But thatâs the fun in it. Not knowing when to stop because Iâm so addicted to you.â
âShould be a poet. Youâd know how to charm people with your words.â He sighed into your mouth when he pulled you over, kissing you delicately while one hand lowered to gather his cock and yours in one hold, stroking the throbbing masses.
Glen was never too fond of feeling like this.Â
This warmth that was similar to downing liquor, yet not quite as strong or as scorching as to the sensation of aged spirit burning his insides.
It was foreign. The heat liked to spread around his body, the aftermath of hot rain heâd reckon. It was steaming inside of him. Pleasant and restful while his muscles eased. He felt like those biscuits heâd eaten for morning, noon, and evening. Buttery, warm, and pillowy.Â
That feeling only happened when he was with you.
It was unnerving how much power you held over him without you even realizing. How heâd weaken under the light of your smile, or even the dazed stare of your eyes, where Glen often found himself concerned with for the remaining month as the shadows beneath your eyes would grow with every visit.
You shouldnât have that effect on him, because no one has managed to ignite such feelings inside of him. Yet you have, effortlessly so, without missing a single beat, and it was alarming to realize that his solitude had become unbearable since youâd came into the picture.Â
Frightening, where his solitude would feel like abandonment had something ever happened to you.
âPoets donât make a home.â You whispered lightheartedly before breaking into soft, hushed moans, where Glen would happily devour as you resumed kissing him with tongue, running your hands over his muscles in meantime.
âAnd whoring yourself out does?â He sat up, pulling away to raise a questioning brow.
It was naive of you, but Glen knew better than to lecture you in the meantime. He hadnât seen you in a month and he wasnât letting a simple discourse interrupt that.
You shrugged, kissing at the underside of his jaw after he pulled you onto his lap. His hands were on your hips, his cock rubbing between your ass cheeks. âNo, but at least I get fucked hollow out of it.â
âForget what I said. If your mouth is this vulgar, I canât imagine what youâd write on paper. Youâd end a famine with folks dying from shock at your smut.â Without warning, one finger slipped inside of your hole. You clenched from surprise, but eventually welcomed him in with the languid kisses Glen would provide on your neck, on your shoulders, and on your chest.
âThatâs a good thing, ainât it?â You arched forward into his embrace, pushing your ass out as Glen twisted another finger inside of you, stretching your hole with two fingers. âI saved the worldâŠâ You moaned out in a manner that sent tremors down Glenâs spine. To his cock, when he stuffed another finger inside of you, and curled deep into your resistance. âDonât do too much. Wanna feel you.â
âYou silly.â The keening sound you give out rendered him speechless, along with the dew of your body and face, thinly layered with cold sweat of your own desires. Your hands braced on Glenâs shoulders as he pistoled his fingers inside of you for a little longer. Twisting, spreading, turning, curling, throttling, until you begged for him, in whispers, in hot kisses that muffled your sounds incoherent.Â
But Glen was an attentive man; tasting your tongue to feed off of your words, urging you to repeat with a smack to your ass. You would, desperate and delirious as you pushed your ass into the sting of his palm.
âCanât take it anymore. I need you inside of me. Câmon.â You reached behind to stroke his cock with your spit, simultaneously pressing his shaft between your rump.
âYou actinâ like you donât get hollowed out daily.â Glenâs touch was tender on your cheek, holding the left side delicate in his palm, while his hips moved against your hand and grind, taunting your patience.
âNot like this. Always thinkinâ about you when someone else fucking me. They donât do it like you.â It came out as a whine, a needy sound as you angled his wet cockhead against your pucker, dangerously pressing when you lifted your hips.
âThey donât satisfy you like I do.â A statement, rather than a query.
âThey donât...âÂ
Glen was good at casting doubt on people.Â
Lies were often evident through the eyes. Novice liars either looked away, or stared too intensely like they were trying to convince themselves.
Your gaze yearned, lingered in search for Glenâs blessing. He held your gaze for a moment, catching a glimpse of stars in your pupils like he wasnât aware that it was the candlesâ doing. Getting lost in your eyes wasnât warding off the warm feeling in his body. Rather, it began manifesting a smolder, burning more despite kissing you once to fan it away, to make the light in your eyesâthe way you looked at him disappear.
He pulled away quickly to look into your eyes again. Burning now, he was burning.Â
Again, his lips sealed over yours, and then he pulled back to stare.
The stars winked.
Again.
A few morphed as one, seemingly emptying the space in your pupils.
Again.Â
No, Glen was wrong. They werenât emptying space.
And again.
They were creating space.
He began witnessing the birth of a few more stars after every turn, crystal-like as they glimmered in your pupils once you smiled at his behavior.Â
Glen was in silent hysteria, finding himself spiral from one look youâd given him. It was different. Completely unlike anything youâd ever spared him. It felt true. Pure. Honest.
Loved.
There was no way out. He couldnât find a way to escape if heâd tried. Burying his face into your neck didnât work. You smelled like bread dough, ones youâd been kneading in the back of the kitchen. Ones he had eaten and marveled over before even meeting you.
Simply closing his eyes had no effect either, as your hand was on his cock, chasing after the throbbing with patient strokes.
âThey donât.â Glen repeated after you, a confirmation into the underside of your jaw.
Glen was never a man who lost. At least, he never lost without putting up a fight. When he spared you one more glance at the sound of your groan, he felt himself crumble and completely melt. He couldnât see it, but he could feel it. Feel himself melting until all that was left was for bone to be rattled with as you sank yourself back onto his lap, hands braced on his shoulders while you welcomed his cock inside of your cavity, inch by inch
âYouâre an angel, yâknow that? Every time I see you, I feel like my sins been washed away.â Glen ran a finger along your taut rim, marveling over the way you looked right now, bouncing on his cock, over his lap, your cock swinging in for the ride. He harbored his moans into the crook of your neck, fogging your skin with the warmth of his breath, until youâd break into cold sweats.
âIronic, ainât it? What loving a man can do?â You groaned and grunted with exertion as you worked your way lower in tiny thrusts. âThey donât make love to me like you do, just as I donât make love to them like I do for you. â You confessed with conviction, and let gravity weigh you down onto Glenâs cock, taking him into your sturdy body. âOnly you.â
Glen didnât hear that right, did he? Loving someone? It was difficult to concentrate with the way you were working his cock. It was a glorious feeling being back inside of you, compact and warm like how heâd remember breaching you.Â
You felt so stretched, uncomfortably yet pleasantly filled when youâd lift your hips until only the cockhead remained, and rammed his cock back in with a strong drop of your ass. Your forehead rested on Glenâs, and you could feel every puff of breath heâd exhale. Hear the restraints in his panting as you tied your arms around his neck, and let your weight push him flat onto his back, properly straddling him.Â
âYou love me? What you talking âbout?â He didnât have the will to stop you. You were so eager, absolutely high on your arousal as you rode his cock with desperate rhythms, but he needed to address the revelation, for his sanity.Â
First off, you beat him to the punch. Had it originally played out in his mind, Glen was the one to confess about his feelings, not you.
âWhat? I-I ainât say nothinâ âbout that.â It mustâve slipped. You didnât know when, or how, or maybe Glen was a mind reader because you definitely didnât say that, did you? You rocked your lower body in quicker ruts, hoping it would distill any remaining questions, and looked off to the corner, silently cursing at yourself.
âYouâre lying.â His grip on your hips was sudden, making you come to a pause.
âI ainât lyinâââ Your brows furrowed, exasperated at the interruption. Luckily, Glenâs cock was still hard inside you, somehow throbbing even more as you witnessed something clicked within him.
Glen took ahold of your body, arms secured around your waist, before stepping off the bed and carrying you to the lone rocking chair in the corner of the room. âSo, you hate me?âÂ
âWhat? No, I donât hate you. YouâIâGlen, put me down.â You groaned when Glen sat down on the chair, the position driving his cock impossibly deeper into your body.
He refused despite your attempt in wriggling yourself free. You were strong, but Glen was stronger, tightening his arms around you. âThen what is it? I want to know how you feel before I feel like a fool for loving you too.â
Though, not like he had to hold you with much strength considering your bewilderment stunned you in place. âWhat? You love me?â
âYou tellinâ me you donât know? What was all that âmakinâ loveâ speech about?â He was just as perplexed as you were. His chest felt heavy with disappointment. Heâd been overthinking it, hadnât he? Glen was a liar, someone who tried to convince himself of the impossible.Â
âIt felt like you were making love to me. Donât mean that I thought you actually did.âÂ
âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â
A deafening silence as you two stared at each other. You were about to leave his lap, only for him to bound you back to him at the last second.
âWell, I do. I love you.â Glen stated matter-of-factly, a peculiar tone to his official confession, you couldnât help but chuckle at it.
âBighornâŠâ You sighed, surrendering into his arms with the slouch of your body, your chest colliding onto his. Frankly, the thought of being with Glen made you happy, yet nervous at the same time. âYou know it donât matter whether I love you or not. Nothing is gonna happen beyond this. Nothing can happen, unless you wanna risk your life. Mine too.â
âThatâs something Iâm willinâ to do. Iâve risked my life traveling plains, through towns, carrying expensive liquor. Nothing I wonât do for you.â Your heart felt like a pond with thrown rocks skipping across the surface of water.
âAbsolutely not, and that ainât the same. How you gonâ love me when youâre ten feet underground because of the fact that you love me?â You crossed your arms, frowning at his persistence because⊠well, it was working. More rocks began breaking the solitude of the pond.
âFrom the heavens, hopefully. Can leave you with my horse. Got a ranch back at home too. Can leave you with that. Youâd have a house like youâd always wanted. Carry on with my business.â Pure dreams. That was all they were. Dreams.
âThatâs only if I ainât buried with you, Bighorn.â As much as you seemed resistant to Glenâs imaginations, you found yourself picturing a better life for you as you buried your head into his neck, listening to his tales. Living on a ranch like heâd described. Cattle and sheep would run free while you struggled to keep up with Glen as you joined him on this new lifestyle. It would be hard work, but by dawn, youâd slip into bed with Glen after dinner, and deem that it was all worth it in the end.
âAt least weâll be together, one way or ânother.â He kissed you at your neck, laving your skin in the weakest kisses, almost like he was beginning to surrender to your defiance. âSo, you love me? You love me too?â
âIâBighornâGlenâŠâÂ
Heâd come a long way since youâd met him. Describing him as quiet was an understatement. He refused to make small talk when you led him into this room for the first time. It was a quick exchange, a shameful one as Glen power walked out of the saloon without sparing you a single glance. Now, he often spent nights with you, refusing to let go of you even in the deep of his slumber. In retrospect, you couldâve left when you had the chance. You had many opportunities even, to find a better life in the next town, and the next.
The thought of having Glen disappear from your life felt like death itself, so you didnât, knowing that he would eventually down the line.Â
A year later, and he hasnât.Â
Love makes you do crazy things.Â
âYou know I love you, Glen.â You rubbed his chest sweetly, forewarning him of the disappointment youâd never relieve him from. Tears formed at your waterline, threatening to leak, so you pressed your face deep into his neck, wiping them against his skin. Your heart felt heavy, like it wanted to burst out of your chest to stop you from pushing him away. It wouldâve killed you, but at least it wouldâve saved Glen the disappointment. âI love you too. Iâm glad we sorted that out, but weââ
âNo, stop. No more. I love you.â He cut you off with a sudden kiss, whispering into your mouth after. âI love you, and I need you, you understand me?â His palm was back on your rump, kneading at the tender, yet toned flesh, while the other hand pressed his growing erection back to your pucker again, prodding. âNo more buts.â
âButââ Your breath hitched when he slid himself in again, stretching you out like before, yet it felt like an endless slide, digging all the way into the deepest part of your body, like Glen was going to cradle your heart, until he was rooted deep inside of you, balls flushed to the cleft of your ass.
â(M/N), Iâll take care of ya. Whatever happens, Iâll take care of it, you hear me?â Glen cradled your head, kissing at your cheek while you returned to burying it in between his shoulder and neck. âLet me see you.â
âH-hmm, m-mhmââ His cheeks burned as you made those wanton noises in midst of revealing yourself before him. Flushed in the face, cheeks stricken with tears; one wouldâve mistaken you to be ill. Though, in a way you were. Youâd been struck by incurable illness that was love.
Glen clicked his tongue, frowning in wonder. âSo, so, so pretty. You look so pretty.â He began thrusting into you, resuming where you two had left off. âYou look even prettier now that Iâm making love to you, you know that?â
âYou love me.â You bit your lip, holding back moans because you needed to hear it from Glen again, hear of his devotion for you.
âI love you.â He whispered through grunts, spreading your ass cheeks wide, and you pressed your body forward, arching your ass out as his thrusts ramped up. His cock slammed up into you with raw passion, devoting his remaining strength to holding your ass up, and making himself work for you, all in the name of love.
âI love you.â You repeated between needy whimpers. You soon began to bounce up and down, hands braced on Glenâs shoulders, while you joined his thrusts with your own movements, meeting him halfway. His large cock reared you from behind like a hammer to a nail, pummeling you without break, without the chance to let you breathe.Â
It was rather the opposite, to knock the breath out of you.Â
You watched close, mouthing at Glenâs neck, then jaw, until you reached his lips, where youâd let hungry moans delicately fall into place. Glen found you breathtaking as you lost your mind with primitive lust.Â
âYou belong to me, you hear me?â Glen said simply, his features calm. âNo one else fucks you like I do.â
Your arms tightened around his neck for a hug. Glen seemed absolutely serene in his love, with you on his lap, fucking yourself into his cock. On the other hand, you were absolutely wrecked. Glen was fucking you harder, knocking guttural moans out of you on each thrust. Your own hole clenched when Glen lifted your ass up, pulling his cock completely out of you until you were squeezing nothing but warm air. Heâd expertly dip a finger inside of you, to feel how stretched you were, play with your rim because of how swollen it had gotten, before stretching you back to capacity as he brought you back down on his cock, and onto his upward thrust.
âNo one makes love to me like you do.â You panted through his batter, each syllable of word rattling in volume as you had absolutely no sense of it. Glen hummed in agreement while he fucked your ass and jerked your cock all at once. He was taking care of you.
You knew what he meant in the long run; tending to your injuries if youâd happen to fall off his saddle, hosing you down with water when youâd take a dive in the lake, feeding you the last bit of his biscuit because he never liked seeing you hungry. A life far from neglect as Glen had made you realize that you and him shared the dream.
But for now, he was taking care of you. Meticulously so as Glen remembered all the spots that made his tongue taste sugary when youâd moan in his mouth. Glenâs thumb caressed your frenulum, using the pre-cum your cockhead had been spitting to slip his touch in the tightest crevices. The pad of his thumb sailed smooth over the neck of your glans, flicking, pressing, rubbing at the swollen flesh of skin. You sounded so sweet and looked so serene under Glenâs touch, a complete antithesis to how youâd normally present yourself.
Glen was familiar with the roll of your eyes; from the way youâd interact with displeased customers at the bar, or from his demand to hold you throughout the night. But would you hold it against him if Glen revealed that he preferred seeing the whites of your eyes from being fucked impeccably in the ass? With his thick cock, battering your insides until youâd remember the shape of his cock? The motion of it all, digging deep into your ass, into your guts, pummeling through your need to clench hard around him, failing to pause him from hitting that sweet spot, or else youâd spill. Your hands curled into his chest as they were braced on the sweaty surface, and youâd never felt so desired, especially with your reflection in the vanity staring right back at you, providing you a simple glimpse of how beautiful you looked to Glen.
Youâre a dirty bastard, Glen reckoned youâd confront him with, only before bending over the mattress and spreading your ass cheeks for him. You lucky that Iâm as well, Bighorn.
No. No, you wouldnât hold it against him.Â
You were perfect.
âClose.â You warned, then dropped your head lower to kiss him on the lips, spilling your moans into his mouth in midst.Â
Your hips bucked into his fist while simultaneously rocking back into Glenâs cock. His hold on you was secure, clutching to keep you as close to him as possible. You toyed with your nipples, pinching and tugging on them, and Glen accepted those gestures as a silent invitation for him to wrap his lips around one nub at at a time, suckling on the perky bud until youâd gone swollen. Youâd join his lips for another kiss in gratitude, thanking him with your tongue as it explored his warm mouth, licking into his panting, his grunts, his devotion for you. You swallowed his spit after, and your fate with Glen was sealed and optimistically beyond your control.
âYou look like an angel right now, but your holeâs the devil. Squeezing around my cock like this, holding me so tight like youâre afraid Iâm âbout to pull out of ya. Christ, youâre so tight. You my dirty angel. My sweet devil.â His hand had abandoned your cock in favor of taking your ass into both palms and spreading them like before, fucking his cock up into you.
Your eyes shared pleasure with his, only your pupils had seem blown since heâd started angling his hips in a way that sent tremors to your body. With your cock in your hand, you gazed down at Glen with dazed passion, lips parted to warn, yet only little sounds had come out instead. âGlen. Christââ His cockhead tickled your sweet spot at first, a brief brushing that you didnât think much of other than the fact that it made your body tremble. But Glen persisted, shifting his body against your gorgeous, helpless, and needy body, and fucked your tight body with force, teeth-bared, sweat beading on his forehead. Your mouth fell open, and your face slackened with unadulterated pleasure. âDamn you, Iâm gonna comeââ
Glen shuddered, witnessing your gaze blur in and out in an attempt to focus on him as he was on the brink of his control himself. âDo it,â he urged you. âI want you to. Come from my cock. Gonna come too, inside of your hole.â
You wailed when Glenâs strong thighs slammed into your sweaty ass. A thunder of delicious sounds: your wails and his growls, the bruising smacks of flesh to flesh, the hard rocking of the chair, scraping against the floor; they created a symphony that was nearing a crescendo. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Glen pounded up into you, and your ears blared with sounds of Glenâs pleasure. Your fist pumped your cock until your forearms began to burn, veins pulsing through to power you to your high.
He was gutting you, hollowing your hole out until it would recover just in time for his next visit. Youâd remember him for the remaining weeks, his cock pummeling you until your melodic cries had shifted from want to euphoric need.
âGlen..!â You yelled.
Glen kissed you deeply and bit your lower lip, one hand steeling you by the nape to hold your forehead to his. He doesnât plan on letting go. Watching you like this, submerged in unconditional pleasure, was just as gratifying as hammering into your prostate. âYou feel so good, angel. Look at you. Look at that pretty smile, youâre so happy to be filled with my cock.Â
You were so full of cock, of Glenâs cock, and you cried from it. Cried from how Glen was taking care of you so well, back to fisting your cock, kissing your neck, pounding your insides out.
Love has never felt so good.
Finally, you came with an arch of your back. Glenâs fist released just in time for thick and heavy ropes to splatter on his chest. Glen stiffened, his eyes daring back and forth between the exhilarating expression on your face and the obscene visual of your cum flooding Glenâs fists as he wrapped his hand back around you, and worked you through your orgasm.
âM-mmfgh, come insideâ Need it. I need you.â With your eyes on his, you leaned down to kiss him and take his hands into yours for balance, raising them over his head. They were sticky shut from layers of your cum, but that only made it more thrilling as you rode him. You lifted your hips and brought it down without a single pause, burying his cock inside of you to the hilt.
âAngel, fuckâ Iâm coming.â
You swallowed his growls, warnings of the inevitable, yet you accelerated like you didnât hear, slamming your ass down repeatedly, chasing after his high. His hands suddenly grasped hard onto yours, sponging cum out from the locked hands and letting it trail down your arms, and his hips bucked. You could feel his thighs flex, see rapture possess his very being as his gritted teeth no longer could contain the trumpeting sound of his moans, his muscles pulsing. With one more press of your ass, you buried Glenâs cock and felt him come inside of you. Heavy and thick as his hot seed stained your walls. Creamy like butter, when you slowly milked him inside of you with gentle rhythms of your hips. It felt sublime, having your insides contain Glenâs devotion for you.
âYou the devil himselfâŠâ Glen groaned and his body twitched as you emptied him of seed, stopping once you were satisfied. He then released your hands to embrace your waist, letting you slump into him with relief. Your head rested on his shoulder, and your eyes closed shut.
âYou really mean it? Youâd wanna live on a ranch together, or something?â You asked, feeling his heart come to a calm with your palm providing soothing strokes to his chest.
âHave I ever lied to you?â He turned, pressing his nose to yours. One hand caressed the small of your back, and occasionally would fondle your rump. Warm and plump in his grasp, he couldnât help that he was in love with every aspect of you.
You thought about his question for a moment, pursing your lips before shaking your head. âNo.â
âThen thatâs your answer.â He assured with a kiss to your lips. âWe ainât gotta do it now, or the next month, or the month after that. When youâre ready. Just wanted to know I want a future with you.â
âMe too...â You muttered, playing with his chest hair to distract the sudden conflict youâd been harboring from him.Â
Silence filled the room for a moment as he watched you intently. You picked up his hat from the floor and fit it on yourself.Â
âThereâs that âbutâ again. Whatâs the problem?â Glen chuckled, his heart racing again despite maintaining his composure. He playfully flicked the rim of his hat down, making it tilt on your head, and cover your sight line.
âHeyâYou ainât gonâ like it.â You adjusted the hat, sighing in defeat when Glen watched you with vigilance.
âWhat?â He sat up, making you straighten your posture in turn.
âThink the sheriffâs not gonna like the sound of me quitting.â
âYou kidding?â
âNope.â You pursed your lips again, then sighed. âHeâs bossâs most loyal customer. Pays well too. I mean, I donât know. I may be wrong, but⊠think he likes me beyond what I do for him. Buys me gift from the city and all.â
âWell, heâs gonna have to prove it. I ainât leaving without a fight. Not until Iâm dead, and even then, Iâll be watchinâ over ya.â
âYou a mad man.â
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this might be a strange take but as someone who was groomed and who had what i would call an "elitist" mindset towards it, zako really seemed like it was about that mentality. of knowing you were playing with fire but feeling like you were above it. and for that i was really attached to it for the 2 hours it was out. the more logical side of me KNOWS its more likely a play off mimukawa nice try but i would love to believe it was meant to cater to a different audience than loli-cons. what's your take on the fiction vs reality of it? do you think westerners are just overreacting
I think you're interpretation of the song is valid, and pretty interesting tbh! I had not thought about that at all, and it's a case for letting people interpret the song in their own way. Instead of kowtowing to the loudest, most offended people. I also think the fact the creators literally took down the song amid backlash is pretty strong evidence they didn't make a song "for lolicons". They obviously did not anticipate this reaction, Channel admitted to having reservations, and tried to make Yuuki somewhat older-looking in the video. Whether you think she does or not, is up for (good faith!) debate. I do think she does not look like the literal box art version of the character, but that's kind of beside the point.
there is no fiction vs. reality debate because there are no real human beings harmed in the making of this song. Like, full stop. The "well kaai yuuki has a child VA" shit doesnt hold water cuz that person is an adult now anyway, and there are plenty of other songs featuring her that go wayyyy beyond this one. Like it's just something people reached for out of convienence. Same for "it violates her TOS!" like no one gave a fuck about Kaai Yuuki's TOS before it became a convenient cudgel in this particular situation.
The thing is, no one can have conversations about stuff like this in good faith because you are immediately labeled some kind of monster for trying to have any kind of nuanced opinion. Any dissent from "this song/movie/book is irredeemably evil and your sick for defending it" is taken as proof that you are a pervert monster. It's such a clear example of people, willfully and gleefully, diving into reactionary thinking without a shred of thought.
When really, I do think having an actual conversation about lolicon causing you discomfort is totally normal, and it's a pretty reasonable response to this stuff! But people can't just say that, they have to burn the whole thing to the ground, in the name of "protecting kids" or whatever bullshit they come up with. I don't actually like a good portion of Miku art for the same reasons people didn't like Zako! There was art going around on twitter of Miku with a literal binkie in Her mouth like a baby, and that shit was kind of weird! But I just didn't engage with it, that's it. People whipped each other up about the "harms" of this song, when simply not liking or engaging with it at all would have been the normal thing to do.
Freak outs like this do not protect anybody from anything. My big hot take is that having a moral panic about literally anything has more potential for actual harm than whatever it is people are panicking over. You simply cannot make rational, thoughtful decisions that prioritize protecting people from abuse when you are in a panic, or listening to people who are in a panic. You just can't!! It's not how shit works!
I know I have other asks about this, but I'm kind of trying to answer here, definitively, and let the topic dissipate. I'm glad I got the video downloaded, and we'll see what they release to appease all the weirdos who freaked out about the song. People objected to both the video and the lyrics themselves, so I don't know how they're going to come out with a new version that isn't radically different than the original. We'll see.
#vocaloid#zako#hiiragi magnetite#I myself am getting annoyed at constantly litigating this song but i liked this ask and appreciated it
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Ohio Appellate court upholds release for injury from bicycle race reviewing the steps needed to analysis the release by the courts.
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Rechargeable lithium-ion batteries power everything from electric vehicles to wearable devices. But new research from Case Western Reserve University suggests that a more sustainable and cost-effective alternative may lie in zinc-based batteries. In a study published recently in Angewandte Chemie, researchers announced a significant step toward creating high-performance, low-cost zinc-sulfur batteries. "This research marks a major step forward in the development of safer and more sustainable energy storage solutions," said Chase Cao, a principal investigator and assistant professor of mechanical and aerospace engineering at Case School of Engineering. "Aqueous zinc-sulfur batteries offer the potential to power a wide range of applications -- from renewable energy systems to portable electronics -- with reduced environmental impact and reliance on scarce materials."
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WHAT IS A KISS?
a kiss is defined as touching with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, reverence, or greeting. kissing doesnât have to be innately sexual or romantic.
FROM WHERE DID KISSING ORIGINATE?
there are some supposed theories that kissing began as something maternal. either from mothers chewing up food and spitting it directly into their babiesâ mouths, or because infants use their lips to touch things as a result of breastfeeding.
the earliest form of kissing is dated back to 4,500 years ago in ancient middle east, around modern day iraq and syria. in the vedic sanskrit texts, itâs believed that kissing began as rubbing ur noses as to breathe in each otherâs air.
WHAT DOES A KISS SIGNIFY?
well⊠that depends on the culture. the ancient vedic sanskrit texts describe kissing as âinhaling the soul,â so it was reserved as something incredibly intimate.
the romans had distinguished forms of kisses depending on the context of whom they kissed, but they also were responsible for popularizing kissing as a sexual act.
kissing as we know it isnât done by half of the worldâs cultures. instead, humans often perform some variation of nuzzling, as do other mammals. kissing with the lips thought of as mainly a western thing.
for that reason, iâll be speaking from my own cultural lens. i live in the west, and i love to kiss. whether the kiss is chaste or due to being aroused, i love to kiss! but today, iâll be speaking about kissing in a romantic or sexual context. so keep that in mind.
PLANET VOCABULARY
kiss. ruled by venus, as itâs a means of expressing affection / love / desire for another using the lips to touch. itâs not innate to use the tongue, although, deep kisses usually make use of the tongue.
lips, touching, affection, love, & desire are also all ruled by venus.
in particular, lips are taurean. as is the tongue, but the tongue also shares rulership with gemini/mercury. this is a similar case for touching. touching is venus and mercury.
affection is libran and 5H (affection has roots in the word to mean âto influenceâ. itâs very libran to be influenced by others, lmao).
love is 5H/7H, venutian. as is desire. although, for desire, i can see martian (or maybe solar influence). desire has roots in a word meaning âstarâ or âconstellation.â itâs a bit more fiery compared to the other words.
the soul is lunar, 1H. spirit is mercurial, 1H, 3H, as it origins in the word meaning âbreath.â
thereâs also an asteroid simply named âkiss (8267).â many hellenistic astrologers do not work with the extended list of asteroids, but i find myself to blend both traditional and modern ideals as i see fit. so i think the kiss asteroid should be used.
SUMMARY OF RELEVANT PLANETS & HOUSES
venus (taurus, libra), 5H, 7H, 1H, moon (cancer), mercury (gemini), mars (aries, scorpio), kiss asteroid.
i feel stronger about mars having rulership over âdesireâ than the sun because desireâs etymology dealing with stars and constellations is telling considering stars / constellations are only chartable at night. but venus & 5H overall
now that weâve defined our key terms, we can examine how to identify the act of kissing in the chart. this is an accumulation of my own personal theories.
KISS (8267) ASTEROID
the first and obvious recommendation would be to look into ur kiss asteroid, since itâs a celestial body for kissing. the sign tells u how the energy is expressed. the house tells u of the surrounding conditions informing how itâs expressed. and the aspects made to the body just tell u about how the energy of the body is expressed as well.
example. kiss in capricorn will not function the same as kiss opp saturn. although, theyâll share some qualities. for example, kiss in capricorn can mean the native is a slow kisser, a shy kisser, a tame kisser, or a kisser. for hours.
but kiss opp saturn can mean that the native feels ashamed when kissing so it delays them from being able to comfortably do so, as they feel internal tension. even if they want to kiss.
this doesnât account house placements. a kiss-saturn opp in the 1-7 houses will be different compared to one in the 5-11 houses.
i feel like itâs a bit of an extra step, but u can also observe the placement of the kiss asteroid in the venus persona chart. i even think the houses can tell u where u like to be kissed. 1H is on the face, 2H is on the lips or neck, and so on.
then u could also read the kiss asteroidâs persona chart. read it as a natal chart specifically for how u kiss, ur ideal of a kiss, what u donât like. etc. all of the planets have their significations ïżœïżœïżœ even if u donât think it would. ie, saturn can show u shame relating to kissing. moon can show what makes u feel secure and safe. venus can show how kissing pleases u. etc.
NATAL CHART
venus is going to be the second most obvious for me. itâs the planet of love. the planet of lips. the planet of affection and physical affection. of course u would read it for kissing.
in the natal chart, itâs quite simple.
a weakened venus may not enjoy kissing.
an afflicted venus could or couldnât enjoy kissing. that depends on whether the venus is strong or weak. but the afflicted venus may experience difficulties while kissing or some discomfort.
a blessed venus could be someone who enjoys kissing a lot, & tends to have good experiences with it too!
how u can determine whether or not ur venus is strong/weak or afflicted/blessed is through examining if u have any placements in taurus/libra, the condition of that planet (so, for example⊠is it a moon in taurus or is it a mars in taurus?), look to the condition of ur venus especially. is it rejoiced? is it combust? what planets is it aspecting? what house is it in? etc.
the 1H-7H tells u of ur soul and ur partnerâs soul. these houses are innately connected. obviously and again, look at the conditions of the lords or planets placed if there are any. but ruler of thumb⊠if u want a real kisser for u⊠look to the 7H too. look at ur moon. this is ur soul, ur intimacy. observe its conditions.
PERSONA CHARTS
i think u should cast synastry or composite charts of the venus personas in question. where venus/mercury falls in the charts will tell u about the sensation of touch.
maybe in regular synastry yâall got venus conjunct/trine venus. which is really easy overlay (at face value). but maybe in ur synastry/composite of ur venus persona charts, yâall got saturn opposite venus. this helps deepen the context of how venus is expressed between u two.
look at venus of any ascendant persona chart to see the soulâs expression of love and thus physical touch, desire, and so on. when u align ur ascendant personas, where do yâall ascendants fall in each otherâs houses? this is how the soul inhaling could also be read. u can do the same for the moon persona, as the moon is associated with the soul too. and iâd recommend casting a venus persona within the ascendant persona. then look at mercury within that chart. how does ur soul like to be touched? how about ur partnerâs?
u could also see the overlay between their natal chart and ur venus persona or vice versa. see if thereâs alignment there.
as i previously said, the moon persona + ascendant persona chart will inform of the soul. observe the 2H to see how u âgive and receiveâ parts of urself / others in that way. but iâd recommend looking at the venus persona chart within the moon / ascendant persona, then looking at the 2H.
in the venus persona chart, i feel like mercury and venus will also be used to determine whether or not u like tongue-kissing. also other factors.
SYNASTRY & COMPOSITE
now⊠whether ur partner enjoys kissing or not is irrelevant if u think they suck at it.
for heightened desire, having mars aspecting mars, mars aspecting moon, or mars aspecting venus does a lot. whether itâs synastry or composite. i donât really read mars for sex, but mars as a root / sacral energy planet, i think it had a lot to do with emotions that are feverish and intense. personally, i donât even think itâs worth kissing if there is no mutual desire.
venus aspecting venus is gonna be a yes from me. also a trine or sextile aspect between venus and saturn can show yâall kiss for a long time
venus-1H⊠it carries. likewise, venus aspecting benefics or aspecting the sun/chart ruler of the composite chart. itâs gon carry.
as kissing was describing as âinhaling the soul,â i would like to discuss the soul (re: kissing.) thisâll be significant for synastry/overlay/composite, in my opinion. because ur soul alone will be represented by the 1H. but synastry/overlay/composite tells u how ur soul interacts with the soul of a specific other.
for that reason, the planets that inform the 1H will tell u how ur souls are inhaled by each other. even if the ascendant is of a malefic (sun, saturn, mars), that doesnât mean yâall canât kiss well. what are the conditions of the lord, the ascendant itself, what are the planets present, etc.
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hello! could I ask for a list of cat breeds(not all, but generic and well-known breeds)? along with their personalities and health issues linked with each breed.
Writing Notes: Cats & their Personalities
Some cat breeds are closely associated with specific behaviors.
Ragdolls - often viewed as relaxed, friendly and affectionate.
Russian Blues - considered more intelligent and reserved.
But a new study published in the journal Scientific Reports is the first academic paper to investigate whether felines actually show breed differences in behavior and how, or even if, these traits are passed down from one generation to the next.
As Nick Carne writes for Cosmos, researchers from the University of Helsinki drew on data detailing around 5,726 catsâ behavior to identify patterns among breeds and gauge heritability.
Overall, the team found that different breeds do in fact behave in different ways; of these behaviorsâincluding:
activity level,
shyness,
aggression and
sociability with humansâaround half are inherited.
The starkest differences among breeds emerged in the category of activity.
The smallest differences, meanwhile, centered on stereotypical behavior.
Prolonged or repetitive behaviors, like pacing or paw chewing, with no discernible purpose are called stereotypies.
In some cases, these abnormal behaviors are actually self-destructive.
âSince the age of about two weeks, activity is a reasonably permanent trait, whereas stereotypical behaviour is affected by many environmental factors early on in the catâs life as well as later,â Hannes Lohi, study co-author and lead researcher of the University of Helsinkiâs feline genetic research group, says in a statement. âThis may explain the differences observed.â
To estimate behavioral traitsâ heritability, lead author Milla Salonen, Lohi and their colleagues focused on 3 distinct breeds:
Maine Coon
Ragdoll
Turkish Van
The scientistsâ full research pool included feline behavior questionnaire responses regarding almost 6,000 cats that accounted for 40 different breeds.
As Lohi explains in the statement, the team had ample data on members of the three breeds, as well as the chosen catsâ parents.
Additionally, Lohi says, the trio is âgenetically diverse.â
The Maine Coon is related to Nordic cat breeds and landrace catsâdomesticated, locally adapted varietiesâ
while the Ragdoll is related to Western European and American cat breeds.
The Turkish Van and the similarly named Turkish Angora appear to have separated from other breeds at some point in the distant past.
Salonen et al. (2019) surveyed Finnish cat owners on their catsâ behaviors, which included:
"tendency to seek human contact,"
"aggressiveness towards human family members, strangers, or other cats," and
"shyness towards strangers or novel stimuli."
In total, 5,726 cats were studied. The researchers then separated these cats into 19 breeds.
The researchers controlled for environmental factors including âweaning age, access to outdoors, presence of other cats,â and general characteristics (sex, age of cat) in their analyses.
They identified the breeds corresponding with the 10 following behavioral traits:
Aggression Toward (Human) Family Members
Most aggressive toward family members: Turkish Van and Angora (1st); Korat (2nd); Bengal, House cats (i.e., cats that are not selectively bred), Devon Rex (3rd)
Least aggressive toward family members: British Shorthair
Aggression Toward Strangers
Most aggressive toward strangers: Turkish Van and Angora (1st); Korat, Devon Rex, Russian Blue (2nd); Burmese and Burmilla, House cats, and Ragdolls (3rd)
Least aggressive toward strangers: British Shorthair, Persian Cats, Cornish Rex
Aggression Toward Other Cats
Most aggressive toward other cats: Turkish Van and Angora (1st); Korat (2nd); Bengal, House cats (3rd)
Least aggressive toward other cats: Persian (1st); Devon Rex, Maine Coon, Siberian and Neva Masquerade, Ragdoll, Norwegian Forest Cat (2nd)
Shyness Toward Strangers
Most shy toward strangers: Russian Blue (1st); House cat, Bengal (2nd)
Least shy toward strangers: Burmese and Burmilla (1st); Cornish Rex (2nd); Persian, Abyssinian, Norwegian Forest Cat, Korat, Saint Birman (3rd)
Shyness Toward Novel Objects
Most shy towards novel objects: Russian Blue (1st); House cat, Turkish Van and Angora, Bengal, European Shorthair, Siberian and Neva Masquerade (2nd)
Least shy towards novel objects: Persian, Cornish Rex (1st)
Likeliness of Seeking Human Contact
Most likely to seek human contact: Korat, Devon Rex (1st); Oriental breeds (Balinese, Oriental Longhair, Oriental Shorthair, Seychellois Longhair, Seychellois Shorthair, and Siamese), Abyssinian, Russian Blue, Maine Coone, Cornish Rex (2nd)
Least likely to seek human contact: British Shorthair (1st); St Birman, European Shorthair, Persian (2nd); Siberian and Neva Masquerade, Ragdoll, Norwegian Forest Cat (3rd)
Activity Level
Most active: Cornish Rex, Korat, Bengal (1st); Abyssinian (2nd); Devon Rex, Oriental breeds, Burmese and Burmilla (3rd)
Least active: British Shorthair (1st); Ragdoll, Saint Birman (2nd); Siberian and Neva Masquerade, Persian, Norwegian Forest Cat, European Shorthair (3rd)
Wool-Sucking Propensity
Most likely to suck wool: House cat, Norwegian Forest Cat, Turkish Van and Angora, Maine Coon
Least likely to suck wool: Russian Blue (1st); Persian (2nd); Ragdoll, Cornish Rex, British Shorthair (3rd)
Excessive Grooming
Most likely to groom excessively: Burmese and Burmilla, Oriental breeds
Least likely to groom excessively: Persian, British Shorthair (1st); Norwegian Forest Cat, Siberian and Neva Masquerade (2nd)
Behavioral Problems
Most likely to have a behavioral problem, according to owners: Oriental breeds, Persian
Least likely to have a behavioral problem, according to owners: British Shorthair, European Shorthair
Interestingly, house cats (i.e., cats that were not selectively bred) were more aggressive and shyer than purebred cats.
The researchers note that such a finding may not be due to genetic differences. Although house cats and purebred cats in the study were similar in their current environment, they could have differed in their early life. Cat breeders may be especially inclined to carefully socialize kittens as they prepare them for sale or for show.
The researchers also found that the heritability of the studied behaviors was moderate, ranging from .40 to .53, which is similar to the previously estimated heritability of behaviors among dogs. This number indicates that approximately half of the variance in cats' behaviors can be attributed to genetic variations in the population. Therefore, nature appears to play a non-trivial role in catsâ personality.
Finally, the researchers identified correlations among both physical and behavioral traits in cats.
For example, more sedentary and longer-haired cats were less inclined to seek human contact. The researchers suggest that Ragdoll breeders, for instance, may have chosen to breed calm cats that would be fine with being handled and brushed by humans. Calm cats are also less active and thus may be less inclined to seek human interaction.
Although nature matters, nurture cannot be dismissed. Certainly, the human role in a domestic catsâ disposition is significant in multiple ways, shaping both their genes and environments.
Some Common Health Issues
Least aggressive: Ragdoll - Regular vet checkups are crucial for a Ragdollâs health, as they might be prone to certain genetic issues including hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (thickening of the heart muscle), environmental and food allergies, and bladder stones.
Most cuddly: Maine Coon - It is a native breed that developed naturally over time. Despite this, there are still some genetic health issues to watch out for such as: Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, Hip Dysplasia, and Spinal Muscular Atrophy
Most active: Devon Rex - Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM), Polycystic Kidney Disease, Hip Dysplasia, Luxating Patella
Least active: Exotic Shorthair - Health problems that their brachycephalic features can cause include:Â Jaw deformities, Breathing issues, and Eye problems; and Persian - Well-bred Persian cats can be healthy and robust. But there are still some Persian cat health issues you should be aware of: Polycystic kidney disease, Brachycephalic syndrome, Progressive retinal atrophy
Bravest: Abyssinian - They are commonly prone to: Gingivitis, Patellar luxation, Hyperesthesia, Renal amyloidosis, Pyruvate kinase deficiency
And some fun infographics I found for you:
Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 â More: References â Writing Resources PDFs
Hope this helps with your writing!
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Hearts On Fire
A/N: I completely adored writing thisâlike 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!!đ€đ§Ą Art(s) by: mariammew2 & Pinkiemme
đŽstaring: BountyHunterMiguel OâHara x Fem!SassyVaquera
      đ”preview:Â
âWhat do ya want from me? To see me lose control? To go against my damn duties?!â The hunter shouted, his face trembling in uncontrollable anger. âWhat ya find pleasure in that? Seeing me lose my shit?â Â
âWhy, yes indeed..."
đźsummary: Miguel OâHara 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 wasnât 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.Â
You and he were like water and oil.
You didnât mixâŠ
Or so it seemedâŠ
đŽtw/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
đșPet names: Cariño (Darling), Querida (Dear), Miel (Honey), Vaquera (Cowgirl), BebĂš (Baby), Princesa (Princess),Â
     đ€Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I
 đ” Word Count: 14.4k wordsÂ
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"Mierda!"
The curse fell from the lips of the notorious bounty hunter, Miguel OâHara, 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 couldnât let you get away again.Â
Not this time...
Miguel OâHara 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 hunterâs list, you were as good as captured, or in some casesâŠÂ
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 fingersâŠ
You.
Y/N, the vaquera with the excellent aim, sexy body, and witty tongue always seemed to continuously evade his capture. He couldnât help but despise the woman just as much as he secretly admired her.
It was always that damn mouth of hersâŠ
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 hunterâs lips upon getting closer to you.
âYou arenât getting away this time.â
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 didnât hesitate to shoot, pulling the trigger.
Only for a second, the piercing sound of the bulletâs 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 Miguelâs blood boil. âStop fuckinâ runnin'!â He bellowed, his gruff voice full of rage with a potent Western and Latino accent.
A soft laugh passed your lips at him. âStop chasinâ me then!â You shouted back with an amused smile that almost took Miguelâs breath away; but in that brief moment of awe, he didnât 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.
âXina!â
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, Xinaâs whimpers of pain bringing his attention back to his wounded horse as he knew she wouldnât be able to keep up with you.
Not in this stateâŠ
At that revelation, irritation filled Miguel's being. âShit! I almost had her!â 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.
âIâll find you again, Cariño.Â
I promise youâŠâ
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.
âAnother glass, and keep âem cominâ,â 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 Iâll gladly put a bullet in ya.â
You bit your lip, instantly recognizing the deep voice of the owner of the gun currently prodding into your inner organs. âWhy, if it ainât Miguel OâHara. Itâs nice to see ya again.â 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 couldnât help the smile that spread across your lips at the sight of the massive, stoic Latino.
Miguel OâHara was a hunter youâve never met beforeâso 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 heâd be fun to play withâmore than the other hunters. But you had to admit, the Latino didnât get his great reputation senselessly.
He always gave you a run for your moneyâjust like nowâŠ
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 couldnâtâŠ
In all of Miguelâs 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 didnât seem a bit fazed.
Heâd 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 lilâ ride on a wagon.
The bounty hunter was secretly impressed, but that damn taunting smirk of yours was working his last nerve.
âI canât say the same 'bout you, chica,â he bluntly replied, leaning in close, as you instsntly felt his anger radiating from his body.
âYou not only robbed that fuckinâ train, but you shot my damn horse.â 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. âAnd you hurt my Xina; I should shoot you dead right here.Â
Right now.â
The bounty hunter threatened through gritted teeth. You rolled your eyes, hearing him say the same thing before. âThen why don't you?â 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. âWhat shit are you yappinâ now?â He growled, irritation found in his voice.
A snicker left your cherry lips at the hunterâs perplexion. âIt's not that hard a question, Miguel.â You giggled, peering over at him from under the hood of your brown hat.
âWhy haven't you shot me dead yet, hm?â
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. âPerhaps I'd rather see how that pretty face of yers would hold up in prison.â
You laughed, taking note of his compliment. âWhatever you sayâŠâ You snickered, turning to take another sip of your whiskey.
"Whatever I fuckinâ say!?" Miguel snarled, unable to believe how nonchalantly you were taking him. Most outlawsâ 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 furtherâŠ
His scowl deepened as he sharply thrust the barrel of his six-shooter into your side, making you groan. âHere you are playinâ games and talkinâ shit like this is just a fun lilâ evening for ya.â
âBecause it is.â 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.
âThen I'll love nothinâ more than to wipe that damn smirk from yer face, especially after what ya did to my precious Xina.â Miguel threatened, his mahogany eyes seeming to become a scarlet red at his seething anger.
You scoffed, shooting him a glare. âThis fuckinâ horse again?!â You spat in irritation. âI believe your damn horse is real fine.â 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. âStop over exaggerating; it looks like just a darn graze to me.â
âAnd that fucking âgrazeâ is going to cost me a hefty sum of cash,â he sternly said, but despite how angry he was at youâŠ
Damn, you were too sexy for your own goodâŠ
He couldnât 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 couldnât 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, donât ya, princesa?â 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. âIndeed, I do.â You simply stated. âA thousandâŠCorrect?â
Miguel laughed darkly at your reply, shaking his head. âAfter your little shenanigans in that boom town last month, your price has been raised, sweetheart.â He uttered, your sweet natural scent along with the sweat and dirt on your skin filling his senses, igniting his concealed desire.
âFive thousand...â
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.
âFive thousand is on your head, dead or alive, querida.â 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.
âBe thankful I haven't filled ya with lead, chica, with yer attitude that option is seeminâ more and more temptinâ.â He growled, his eyes roaming the beautiful face that has caused so many problems in the West. Your beauty only fueling his fury.
âYou've been a damn thorn in my side since your first robbery down in the Southwest.â 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.
âI'll be darn, that's Miguel O'Hara, ain't it. Look, Willy, ain't it?â
âAnd here I thought you were pullinâ my leg, Hank. That is himâbut wait⊠and that's that cowgirl too, right?â
âShoot dang, it is!â
The chatter of two loud older male customers filled your ears. Their recognition of not just Miguel but also you really pissed you off.
âI didn't come here to cause a damn scene and draw attention to myself. Got enough shit to deal with as it is.â
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. âMiguel, dear, we've been at each other's throats for months nowâŠain't we, babes?â 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.
âWe haveâŠâ 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 youâŠ
Or killing youâŠ
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. âIndeed, hunterâŠso perhaps, we can become allies instead of enemies, eh?â 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 youâŠ
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 seductivelyâŠ
He was close to taking you right there at the bar.
âI don't align myself with people, let alone outlaws, miel.â He said, trying to stay focused on his mission and not the growing excitement in his pants.
At his rejection, your pout deepened.
âAnd here I thought the last time we met up like this was somethinâ specialâŠâ
You slyly trailed off with a devious grin, watching, for a moment, as the bounty hunterâs thick eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and shock.
âShe really went there.â 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. âYou think bringinâ that up is going to save your sexy ass?â He inquired with a chuckle, his words bringing a smile to your lips. âNoâŠnot with you.â You giggled, batting your lashes up at him. âYou are too smart for that.â
Miguelâs eyes narrowed in frustration. He hated how slick that mouth of yours wasâit 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 teaseâŠ
You grinned, looking up at Miguel. âMmm, but just think of how good it was, Miggy.â 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.
âYou remember, don't ya?â You whispered, leaning in closely to the hunter's face, his stern expression faltering at your nearness.Â
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.
âHow good ya felt in my throat and how well I took ya?â
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.Â
âJust imagine how good yer feel elsewhere? PerhapsâŠâ
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 conflictedânot 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 upâŠ
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 returnedâthat 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? Â
Was he about to arrest you?Â
Shit, you were nervous as hell.
âMiguel? Babes-â
âStand up.â
Miguel abruptly said, removing his hand from your jaw and pulling away. You laughed nervously, reaching out for his gloved hand.  âO-Oh, Miggy, who knew you were quite the funny one-â 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.
âWhat the hell?!â 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. âWhat the fuck is wrong with ya! I-If you don't put me down, ya sidewindinâ two-faced piece of shit!â You hollered whilst punching his backside in hopes of him releasing you, but to the hunter, you were like a dust devilâall wind and no impact.
Miguel turned, taking notice of the obvious attention the two of you were bringingâmany of the customers now staring. The hunter tipped his hat to the fellow individuals of the saloon in a gesture of apology. âPardon the ruckus, folks, this just business.â 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.
âI don't know what the hell is goinâ on in that thick skull of yer's, but yer've done lost yer darn mind!â 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. âWhere are ya even takinâ me!?â 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. âWhat the hell is the matter with ya? Kidnappinâ a gal like this is a crime too if ya didn't know!â You shouted in annoyance.
Miguel heaved an irritated sigh, not understanding how a sexy thing like you can have such a nasty attitude. âIf ya stop ya bitchin' I just might answer yer questions!â He shouted back at you.
A growl passed your cherry lips, finally quieting down to allow the hunter to speak. âNowâŠwhat's going through that pretty nogginâ of yer's is correct.
I'm takinâ ya in.â
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 thisâŠ
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.
âLooking for yer guns, Cariño?â 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. âYer been a bad gal, so no guns for a beaut like you.â
You snarled, glaring at him. âSo what!? After everythinâ we've been through, yer just gonna throw me to the wolves? You know what they'll do to me in there!â 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. âDon't tell me yer scared, vaquera,â he teased, continuing to walk through town with you over his shoulder. âShut it, hunter,â you scowled, delivering another punch to his backside in rage that only left him laughing. âWhy, if ya do the crime, ya do the time. You know the law,â he replied.
You heaved a sigh, not believing after all your fun you would be sent to a place so hideous and dehumanizingâ some jails didn't even separate by genders.Â
You'll surely lose your mind in thereâŠ
âYer notâŠseriously goinâ to take me back to Nueva Yorkano in one night, ain't ya?â you inquired, hoping it was a ânay.â
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 encounterâcoyotes, 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.
âNay, we'll be gettinâ a room,â 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.
âPerhaps, I can escape before we-â
âFuck! What the hell!?!â You exclaimed at the sharp spank Miguel delivered to your rear, the smack pulling you from your thoughts and leaving an intense sting. âDon't get any funny ideas, chica, I'm still pissed at you about Xina,â he growled. âSo try anythinâ, I won't hesitate to rough you up, got it!?â
You rubbed your sizzling rear-end, muttering under your breath. âRough me upâŠâ You scoffed, rolling your eyes. âYou won't dare put ya hands on me,â you said from atop his shoulder as Miguel heard every word, bringing a smirk to his lips.
âWhyâŠthere are other ways I can âroughâ you up, Muñeca.â
Miguel uttered suggestively; one could dare say the hunter was flirting with you. You chuckled, smiling over at the stoic male. âWell, puttinâ it like that, it sounds like somethinâ I wouldn't mind experiencinâ then.â 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:
âCobweb Comfort.â
âWe'll rest there,â Miguel replied, walking over as you looked over in the direction he was taking you, a groan passing your lips.
âYou must be pullinâ my leg, Miguel. Here! Of all places!?â 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. âTrash-ass customer service too. Darn, didn't see that cominâ.â 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. âAh, pardon me, didn't see ya there.â He chuckled, closing his book and standing from his chair, although, upon making eye contact, both men recognized each other.
âWell, I'll be damned, Miguel O'Hara! My buddy!â 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 himâbut the hunter didn't think he'd ever actually encounter him againâŠ
Miguel gave Peter a mere grunt for a greeting, the male snickering as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. âStill not much of a talker, I see.â Peter joked.
Your eyebrows rose in surprise at Miguel actually having friends.
You never would have thoughtâŠ
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.
âWell, I see yer still on the job.â 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. âAnd a looker too-â
âPeter!â
Miguel barked, his mahogany eyes flashing red. âGive me a damn room and stop wasting my time.â
You chuckled at Miguel's evident sign of jealousy while Peter only shook his head at the hunter's sudden anger. âFine, fine, seems someone is ready to hit the hay.â Peter said, rummaging around on his desk for his desired items.
âBut just wonderinâ if it's your own head that's gettinâ the rest or yer alluding to somethinâ else.â Peter smirked, glancing over at you and then Miguel playfully. âI must warn ya, them walls in this inn ain't that solid.â 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.
âPeterâŠâ Miguel growled through gritted teeth, his voice full of warning. âOkay, pardon me, let me see hereâŠâ 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. âThere's only one room left.â He said, looking over at you and then at the hunter.
âAnd it's a singles.â
âMierda.â 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.
âWhy the hell is there only one!?â Miguel inquired in irritation causing the innkeeper to chuckle, raising his hands in defense. âNo need to yell at me. I'm just doinâ my job.â He said. âBut a few days ago, gold was found along the bank, folks been cominâ from all âround to try and get some.â He explained, causing another curse to leave the hunter's lips.
You sighed, glancing over at Miguel. âTold ya, we shouldn't have come here.â You added as Peter looked up at you. âActually, every inn is real full in Roca Roja, due to the gold strike and everythang.â Peter said, picking up a quill and dipping it into the bottle of ink. âBut gotta love it, has my business boominâ at the moment.â He chuckled, glancing up at the hunter and you.
âSoâŠYou stayinâ?â 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 recoverâher 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 payâŠ
âFine.â Miguel growled, watching a beaming smile spread across the smoking innkeeper. âThat's the spirit. Here ya be well takinâ care of.â 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. âAnd Peter, ânother request.â The hunter added, suddenly dropping a wad of cash upon the counter, the sight surprising both Peter and you. âI know ya have connections, so find Xina a good doctor and tend to her real nice.â Miguel ordered.
The brown-haired male nodded, tucking the cash into his pocket and walking around the counter. âOf course, I love nothing more than to help my buddy.â 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 itâŠ
He already had a feeling that disaster was impendingâone he wouldn't be able to stop no matter how hard he triedâŠ
âYer jokinâ, right?â
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 unnervingâŠ
âHey Miguel! You there, or are ya lost in the tumbleweeds!?â You shouted at him in annoyance while wiggling upon the bed like a fish out of water.
âWhat is it?â 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. âOh whyâŠt-this rope is real tight, you see. I-I can't even feel my limbs.â You uttered, laying on your side with a pout. âCan't you maybeâŠloosen them a tad bit?â 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.
âNayâŠâ Miguel simply stated, taking another puff from his cigarette. At his denial, you growled in frustration. âWhy, at least stop your damn smokin'. You're makinâ it hard to breathe in this already dusty inn.â 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 itâŠ
The longing.Â
The arousal.
He never gave a damn about things like thatâtoo 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 itâŠ
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. âHunter, can I ask ya a question?â
âI'd rather you not.â 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. âCome on, now. I can't sleep; you âparrently not going to either, so⊠let's talk.â You chuckled, looking over at the bounty hunter from your restrained position.
âSince my days of freedom are numbered. Might as wellâŠâ 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. âSpeak then, but say anythinâ improper, I won't hesitate to put ya to sleep myself.â He threatened, but you couldn't help but have your head go straight into the gutter.
âPut me to sleep, ya sayâŠ?â 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. âYou know what I mean; now either ask yer question or shut yer mouth and sleep.â
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. âAre ya stressed or somethinâ?â You asked, watching his chest greatly rise due to his massive inhale of the cigaretteâhis pecs and abdominal muscles becoming accentuated under his shirt.
âYou can say that.â He replied, avoiding your eyes to look out the window behind you. âWell, then let's talk 'bout it. What's yer problem?â You inquired with a grin. âWhat's got ya so antsy that yer glued to that pack of cigarettes?â
Miguel glanced at you, mahogany eyes narrowing in thought of if he should speak about his âproblemâ or not, soon deciding the latter. âNone of your darn business.â
You snickered, expecting him to remain secretive. âDamnâŠmust be real bad.â 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.
âI believe I know what yer âbusinessâ is, hunter...â
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.Â
âThis gal is just tryinâ to get under my skin. She don't know a thang.â
Miguel thought, trying to keep a level head. âVaquera, you don't know what yer talkinâ âbout,â 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. âOh, I believe I do,â you stated, keeping your eyes on the ceiling.Â
âOver these past couple of months, yer've been watchinâ me, as I've also been watchinâ you, hunter.â 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. âI've read and heard how the great bounty hunter captures and kills many outlawsânever taking him more than a week to complete a bounty and not given a rat's ass about any of âem.â You explained. ââEven toppinâ yer rival, the great, Jessie Owens and her gunslingers on many occasions with yer many arrests.â 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 pointâŠ
âAnd what âbout it?â The hunter snarled, glaring daggers at you. You simply giggled as if you weren't being targeted by a raging bull. âBe patient, Miggy, I'm gettinâ there.â You teased, your tone of voice and nickname causing the hunterâs insides to stir.
âWhat did I tell ya âbout that name?â 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. âTo not call ya that, but yer should know better than anyone that I don't follow the rules.â 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 couldnât help but find adorable. ââCause yer've never had proper punishment.â 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. âAnd what punishment is proper in yer eyes, hunter?â 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 gloryâŠ
Your eyes darted down at an evident bulge that poked against the hunterâs 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.
âA proper punishment is tossinâ ya across my lap and bruisinâ that pretty ass until ya learn to behave.â
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. âJustâŠgoes to show that yer parents didn't teach ya how to conduct yerself properly. Anyone would believe the same.â
âMhmâŠâ 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 heâll forget everythingâhis 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 hunterâs 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. âStop playinâ âround and get to the damn point!â 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 youâve gotten what you were seeking from himâ his previous response answering your prediction.
âFine, ya fancy meâŠÂ
Don't ya, hunter?â
Miguel's heart skipped a beat at your perfect assumption. It took everything in him to hide his emotionsâsomething he'd never had a hard time doing until now.
He scoffed, averting his gaze. âYa wish, sweetheart.â 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. âWell, Miggy, a wish or not, you ain't answer my question.â 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. âOutlaws and hunters âre like water and oilâwe don't mix, it's why we're enemies for goodness sake.â 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. âAnd I've told ya, I don't experience such feelinâ for people, and definitely not ya.â
âBut yet, ya do.â
His head instantly snapped over to you, finding your gaze already on him with a grin upon your cherry lips. âAnd âcause ya do, it's tearing ya up insideâŠÂ
Ain't it, Miguel?â
A scowl crept upon the hunter's lips, his nose scrunching up in anger at your persistence.
âWhat did she want? For me to spill my guts? To see me weak?!â
Miguel pondered, trying to discern your motive behind your pressing questions. He took another huge puff of his cigarette, trying to control himself.
âWhat game are you fuckinâ playin' at?â 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. âI simply am askinâ questions like yer've allowed me to.â You said, raising an eyebrow from your laid position. âWhat? Have I struck a nerve?â
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. âDon't play fuckinâ innocent with me, smartassâ 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. âWhat do ya want from me? To see me lose control? To go against my damn duties?!â The hunter shouted, his face trembling in uncontrollable anger. âWhat ya find pleasure in that? Seeing me lose my shit?â Â
âWhy, yes indeed... â
Miguel's eyes widened in disbelief at your confirmation, his anger hastily bubbling back to the surface. âWhat the fuck did ya just say?â 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 frustratedâŠ
SexuallyâŠ
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 honestlyâŠyou 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 himâwhat kept you yearning for another encounter with him.
It wasn't until now that you finally discovered itâŠ
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. âYa heard me, hunter. I want ya to give in to yer wants, and if that means losing controlâŠ
Then so be it...â
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.
âIt'll be so good, Miggy to finally let goâto crave that hunger ya have for me.â
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.
âYou know I wonât 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 wordsâto submit to his desires. The more you gazed up at him, saying all the right things in that sexy voice of yoursâŠ
He was tempted to give inâŠ
âDo ya even know what ya askinâ of me?â 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 submittingâyou could feel it.
âYesâŠI want ya, Miguel OâHara. Iâve wanted ya for a long time.â You honestly said, biting your lip and looking him up and down. "Gosh, Iâve never wanted someone to fuck me so badly.â
âMierda.â 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 heâd 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 youâve 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 youâve gotten a taste of the bounty hunter, he was like a drugâhis 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, restrainedâhands bound behind your back with your ankles tied together as well. Miguel ensured you wouldnât 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 leaveâŠ
âMiguelâŠunbind me.â You requested a little desperately through ragged breaths, causing the hunter to chuckle. âUntie ya? That what ya want?â 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 couldnât 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, youâd 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 moreâŠ
But not this timeâŠ
Your hands found his waist, caressing his taut skin through the fabric of his black collared top. âI knew ya could have fun.â You teased, bringing a rare smile to the hunterâs lips. He took your face in his hand, bringing you closer to him once more.
âThen saddle up, Muñeca. Iâm just getting started.â 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 heâd 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 Miguelâs 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 heâd ever seenâhis cock throbbing in his pants to be released.
âVas a ser la muerte de mĂ.â He muttered, his mahogany eyes dark with lust, as they trailed your body. His face of aweâenough to show how he was feeling.
You chuckled at his expression. âIâll take it you like what you see?â You teased, bringing a toothy grin to the hunterâs lips. âIâll be lyinâ if I said I didn't.â He chuckled, his large gloved hands cupping your perky breasts in his massive palmsâthe 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. âYa like that?â He asked with a smirk, gripping your breasts tightly, making you cry out. âMhm, Yes! Just like that,â you gasped, chest heaving with the growing pleasure.
Miguel growled at your words of satisfaction, feeling the need to be released from his clothesâhis cock painfully hard inside his pants. âI have something better for ya,â 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. âNot bad, hunter,â 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 couldnât 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. âDonât be scared, ya seen it before,â 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. âI must say, hunter, Iâve missed this,â you snickered, pulling his pants down to release what youâve desired since your previous encounter.
The sight still left you speechlessâŠ
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. âGosh, I-I canât wait any more,â you whined, wanting to feel him inside of you, the throbbing of your empty core becoming painful.
Your desperation was music to Miguelâs ears, his body needing you as well. âThen, letâs not wait 'round no more, Cariño.â He effortlessly whipped you around to lay you on all fours upon the bedâyour 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, natureâs 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,â he whispered, feeling his gloved fingers roam along your clothed, drenched folds, adding slight pressure that caused you to further soil your pantsâyour 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 openâgranting him a clear view of your heavily dripping core.
You were conflicted, not knowing whether to be angry or even more aroused; however, you werenât able to respond as the hunter didnât hesitate to grind his massive length along your dripping foldsâthe wet sound filling the walls. âO-oh fuck,â you moaned, arching your back and moving in sync with him.
Miguel couldnât get over how wet you were, his thick cock gliding through your folds, testing your saturation. âHmmâŠready?â 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 couldnât 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 didnât even notice the pleasurable and painful tears streaming down your face at the sheer intensity of his paceâswitching 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. âFuck, bebĂ©, you feel so good. Mierda.â 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 couldnât form a wordâwhimpers, 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, youâve 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 paceâhis 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 Miguelâs name through your climax, spraying your juices in thick spurts, haphazardly, into the air, coating your stomach, thighs, and Miguelâs 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 Miguelâs 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 useâŠ
Miguel had fucked you senselessly.
But it was so worth it.
Youâve gotten what you wantedâthe hunter to give in to his desires, to grant you the fucking of a lifetime, and heâd 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 couldnât believeâŠ
You found love in his eyesâŠ
âYou okay?â 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. âOf course.â You chuckled, noticing that he wasnât at all breathless and tired as you wereâsimply lying upon the bed like the two of you werenât just fucking like two animals in heat.
âDid ya enjoy yourself?â You inquired, turning to face him, but with some struggleâyour body already feeling sore. He placed a hand on your hip, caressing you with a smile. âOf course, what was not to love?â He genuinely said, making you raise an eyebrow at the flattery. âOh really now, is the infamous bounty hunter complimenting me?â 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. âYou can keep a secret, canât ya, sweetheart?â He smirked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
Miguel never felt his heart swell so much. He didnât know what he was feeling, but he didnât want it to ever stop.
You laughed, gazing up at him. âOf courseâŠAt a price.â Miguel snickered, anticipating the response, but it still piqued the hunterâs interest. âAnd whatâs that, miel?â
âDonât turn me in.â
At your words, meant as a joke, Miguelâs heartfelt smile instantly dropped, bringing him back to the reality of the West.
You were an outlawâŠÂ
He was a bounty hunterâŠÂ
Bounty hunters and outlaws didnât mixâŠÂ
Heâs supposed to take you inâŠ
âMierda.â 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.
âMiggy?â You called out to him, your eyebrows furrowed. âAre ya okay?â 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 everythingâŠ
Itâll 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, youâve robbed and stole from many, and have taken a few heads with you along the way.
But fuckâŠ
He couldnât bring himself to hurt you or arrest you.
So heâd 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 moreâŠ
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. âYa thinkinâ again. Ainât ya?â You asked, heaving a sigh.
Miguel stroked your face with his thumb, relishing in how soft your skin was. âHow can I not? This is goinâ against everythang I stand for.â 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 menâonly sleeping with most of them for survival or for a means to escape, but nowâŠ
You desired the hunter, despite him being your enemy.
Heâd killed and arrested many people like youâ 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. Miguelâs 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.
âYer never answered my question.â 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. âWhat question?â He asked, glancing down at you, his confusion making you giggle. âGosh, how did I remember and not ya?â You playfully teased, believing heâd previously scrambled your brain to no return, instead, it seemed youâve done so to the hunter.
The corners of his tightly drawn lips twitched to a smirk. âI was justâŠlost in the moment.â Miguel replied. âBut whatâs the question I didnât answer?â
âIf ya fancy me or not.â You stated, the hunterâs 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. âI shouldnât...â He whispered with a heavy sigh, feeling with each passing second, he was doing what heâd told himself heâd never do.
LoveâŠÂ
FeelâŠ
âBut ya do.â You retorted once more, cupping his face. âSo whatcha gonna do âbout it?â You asked playfully with a grin.
That smileâthat smile was everything to the hunter and always made his heart flutter and his stomach to stir. âThatâs what Iâm debatinâ in my head, Cariño.â The Latino sighed. âFor the first time, in a long time, I donât know what the hell to do.â A troubled expression crossed the hunterâs face, making you feel sorry for himâyouâve 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 tellinâ 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 desertânot as enemies with an intent to capture yaâŠ,Â
But as loversâŠ"
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.
"SoâŠwhatcha 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 evenâfor 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 sameâŠ
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.
"AlwaysâŠ"
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 returnâŠ
âYa sure itâs him?â
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.
âAbsolutely, without a shadow of a doubt,â the older male replied. âYeah, he was lookinâ real close with that outlaw back at the saloon, a lilâ too close if ya know what I mean,â the other added, causing a growl to escape the womanâs crimson lips.
âWhat the fuck are you doinâ Miguel?â
She hissed under her breath, her gloved thumb spinning the caliber of her pistol in thought.
âSoâŠJessicaâŠwhatâs the plan?
We gettinâ rid of him?â
âNayâŠâ 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.
âI wanna see this for myselfâŠâ
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The Best News of Last Week - May 15, 2023
đ - Now It's a Paw-ty
1. World's oldest ever dog celebrates 31st birthday
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The Illinois General Assembly has passed a bill that would help community college students transfer to public universities.
It would ensure that certain classes taken at community colleges could be transferred to any higher education institution in the state. Some schools currently only count community college coursework as elective credits.
4. Brazilian President Lula recognizes 6 new indigenous territories stretching 620,000 hectares, banning mining and restricting farming within them
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Indigenous leaders welcomed the move, but said more areas needed protection.
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An experimental âpeanut patchâ is showing some promise for toddlers who are highly allergic to peanuts. The patch, called Viaskin, was tested on children ages one to three for a late-stage trial, and the results show that the patch helped children whose bodies could not tolerate even a small piece of peanuts safely eat a few.
After one year, two-thirds of the children who used the patch and one-third of the placebo group met the trialâs primary endpoint. The participants with a less sensitive peanut allergy could safely tolerate the peanut protein equivalent of eating three or four peanuts.
7. Critically endangered lemur born at Calgary Zoo
The Calgary Zoo has released pictures of its newest addition, a baby lemur. The zoo says its four-year-old female black-and-white ruffed lemur, Eny, gave birth on April 7. The pupâs father is eight-year-old Menabe. The gender of the pup has not been confirmed but the Calgary Zoo says the pup appears bright-eyed and active and is on the move.
The black-and-white ruffed lemur is registered among the 25 most endangered primates in the world, due mostly to habitat loss and hunting.
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