#fucking cowboy ass bitch

[alexxcatboy]

hai.... pls draw Norm Allen bein gay pls pls

idk what ur wantin from me but i would've drawn him shirtless tits out slicked up in oil smoochin up on me(n) if this was twitter dot com

[fauvester]

tigerghost universe crossover raises a niche but inch resting possibility of a django de los muertos/dark danny teamup... man talk about two villains who could WALLOP their respective heroes

[paradoxunknown]

….

DON YOU GIVE KENNY HIS FUCKING PHONE BACK RIGHT NOW YOU WHORE.

[notastartrekfan]

I'm sorry but trip tucker meeting a bunch of the Deltans and getting so horny he had to work out profusely is iconic and it's only made funnier by the fact that this happens again with Orions when he's on the NX-01

y'all think kirk was horny trip was out here getting turned on by every alien he meets

[todayisafridaynight]

*kicks a ball through your window and runs away giggling*

HELLO?

[butchdykenormallen]

so i. im not well

[lilithland]

imagine you live in a really small farm town, with absolutely nothing to do, the only thing to do in such a small town is to drink and fuck

so that’s exactly what you all do, one of your friends has a giant farm, with a barn that’s pretty empty with nothing but hay

it’s saturday night and you’re halfway to wasted on some homemade moonshine

the girls at the barn all wear some variation of jean shorts so short that their booty cheeks hang out, cropped flannel shirts tied in a way where their tits are also exposed, and cowboy boots

you’ve opted to ditch your normal cowboy hat for some braided pigtails instead

“i think it’s time to play some musical chairs” someone slurs behind you

the barn erupts in a roar of cheers, everyone hooting and hollering

you chug the rest of your moonshine, ready to fuck your neighbors and friends

everyone around you starts to get ready, some of the girls start pinching their nipples and pulling their tits out more, some opting to ditch their shirts all together, you see one girl’s hands sneak inside her shorts

you hike your shorts up a bit more so your ass hangs out more, you also choose to undo the button at the top, flashing the skin just above your leaky hole

you also untie your top, the scraps of your shirts hanging down to just cover your nipples, the rest of your body is on full and clear display

while you and the other sluts get ready, the guys have taken their seats around the circle, all of them stroking themselves to get their cocks nice and long and erect

someone starts the music and the girls begin to circle the men, the round officially started

the first round is always blow jobs, the first guy to breed a bitches throat is out, but that pair can fuck however the man wants while the rest of the game plays out

the music stops and you rush forward to the man in front of you

you drop to your knees, not even bothering to look at who you’re about to give head to

the dick in front of you is luckily not the biggest in the group or the smallest

the small ones tend to finish fast and the big one would’ve been too much to start off with

you lick a long stripe up the underside of the cock in front of you, you look up and make eye contact while you swirl your tongue around the tip

it’s your sister’s boyfriend, he groans and puts his hands on the back of your head

he lets you stay in control for now, both of you not wanting to be out on the first round, but the pressure at the back of your head reminds you who really is in control

you pop his tip into your mouth before quickly removing your mouth, you spit on his cock before using both hands to spread your spit up and down his full length

you make eye contact again as you take him into your mouth once more

“hands up” he commands, a little confused you raise both hands above your heads, he uses one hand to hold both of your wrists together, his other keeping a firm hold on your head

“just your mouth, slut”

you continue to suck him off, relaxing your throat so you can get his whole length into your mouth, you keep reminding yourself to breathe through your nose

you start to gag a little as he fucks your pretty face, tears and saliva starting to overflow, before he really starts to treat you like the whore you are, you hear a loud moan to your right and the round is over

the cock from your mouth is removed, but before you can get off your knees, he squeezes your mouth open and spits into it and forces you to swallow

“good girl”

some girls start to remove their bottoms, you included, the next few rounds are all in the pussy, or the ass if the man decides to switch it up

round after round you play, managing to just barely stay in the game, riding dick isn’t your favorite but you’ve cum twice already

some men play with your clit, some grope and abuse your tits, some finger your butt while pounding into you

the more you play, the more you fuck, the hornier you get

you make it to the final round, your personal favorite

instead of the cunts circling the men, the two fuckdolls left in the game get on all fours and get blindfolded

the men circle the girls and when the music stops the first girl to squirt wins the game

by this point you’re naked, your girl cum and girl juice leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs

you get blindfolded and assume position, a bitch ready for her mounting, the music starts and you wiggle your butt in excitement

the music stops and before you have time to process anything you feel fingers in your breeding hole

you’re confused as to why you weren’t immediately stuffed with cock, you moan none the less as you get a rough finger fucking

there’s three fingers in you moving at a brutal place, a second hand snakes around your front, rubbing your clit expertly

your tongue is hanging out and you’re a drooling, moaning mess

a fourth finger is roughly added and you scream in pleasure and pain, still overstimulated from the prior rounds, you rapidly approach climax

just before you’re able to finish the fingers are ripped out from you and the delicious pressure on your clit is taken away

you scream in frustration, your orgasm ruined

before you can even start begging to be filled you feel the biggest dick you’ve ever felt in your life poking at your fuckhole

you almost cum from that alone

hands are gripping into your hips so hard they’ll leave bruises, it takes some effort and it feels like the dick being stuffed inside of you is never ending

eventually whoever is behind you bottoms out

giving you no time to adjust, they pull out all the way before slamming back in, you’re roughly fucked and split open on the monster cock behind you

you can’t do anything except simply take the fucking you’ve been given like a good bimbo slut, you feel like you’re going to be split in half, your insides are on fire, but you don’t want it to stop

one hand leaves your hips and finds purchase around your throat, the pressure of being lightly choked bringing you pure ecstasy

his other hand pinches, gropes, and slaps all over your used body

you’re readjusted and the new angle allows for the man behind you to fuck you deeper and right in a spot you didn’t even know exsisted inside of you

his roaming hand ends up on your clit again, rubbing hard and fast, a little more pressure is added to your throat, a bite on your neck sends you over the edge and you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before

as you’re forced to ride out one of the best orgasms of your life, you feel hot, thick ropes of cum fill your walls

you momentarily black out from the insanely erotic feeling, when you come to you’re still being pumped in and out of

you’re declared the winner of the night, along with the man who still has not stopped breeding your fuck hole

[eclipsecrowned]

anyway. julia has a deep and abiding respect for certain operatives who preceded her. if you mention their names, she will parrot them back in a tone of pseudo-religious awe. jason h*dson?! helen p*rk?! kate l*swell?! she understands the leaps and bounds they made in the game and has done as much digging into their careers as she can.

and then, there is the name that, if mentioned in her presence, will earn no such respect, no such admiration. her voice will be one of utter contempt as she growls,

'russel fucking adl*r.'

[d3stinyist1red]

out of everyone on yandere town, yan cowboy is definitely my favourite <3

YESSS IKR HES SO CUTESYY

yan cowboy who wants you to ride him badly

yan cowboy who first meets you when you stumble upon his farm, literally the cows were gonna jump ur ass until he popped up

"hey there, sweets! What'cha doin' around here?" He asks, looking at you with a tilted head as he pat the cow's head. "U-uh, sorry i just-" you got interrupted by the cowboy laughing at ya.

"ma, why do you seem so nervous? It's alright!" He said grinning down at you, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and introduces himself.

yan cowboy who is now ur buddy, talking to you every second of his fucking day like damn lil bro chill

yan cowboy who you began seeing everyday, coincidences piling up. No matter where you went, he was there, lingering just at the edge of your vision.

yan cowboy who wants you to ride with him and his horse everyday, holding onto your waist as he leads the horse on where to go, your back to his front, slowly rubbing himself against you.

yan cowboy who is a possessive and jealous freak. Any interaction you have with others, specifically other men, makes his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. He might not say anything at first, but you’ll notice how quiet he has gotten.

yan cowboy who confronts you about the man you were hanging out with earliar

"Hey darlin', what was that man tellin' you? Why were you talkin' to him? Do you think hes better than me? Sweets, im sorry. Darlin' lets talk about this, okay?"

"boy i literally just asked him wheres the nearest wingstop"

"why? are you hungry? Because I have some meat for you could eat-"

yan cowboy who makes you the center of his world, if you dont talk to him hes GONNA AND WILL have a bad day, grumpy and pissed off until you talk to him

yan cowboy who has a garden his mother owns, and always gives you flowers, your favorite ones

yan cowboy who literally every woman wants bc hes fine asf, strong, and BRO HES SWEET TOO LIKE HELLO??? but he only needs you. Whenever hes talking with another woman, he always drifts his eyes away from her to try to find you, not paying attention to whatever the woman was saying

yan cowboy who literallys gets so hard whenever he sees you bend down to get some strawberries you planted, already knowing he was gonna fist himself inside his car

yan cowboy who always gives you handwritten notes

"hello n/n! I might not be able to see you today because of my mother telling me ive been slacking off since ive been leaving early from farming. But darling, you know I can't stay away from you for so long! I need to see you! Anyway baby, I left you some cash, treat yourself, aight babes? - Your lovely cowboy <3"

yan cowboy who sees you growing some plants in the hot sun and immediatly panics, he runs over to you with an umbrella. A UMBRELLA BRO

"darlin'! Its so hot out here for you to be outside! Come inside, love!"

"bro ive only been outside for 3 minutes"

"3 minutes too long! Now cmon and rest! Ill do the work, lovely!"

yan cowboy who helps you when you barely started growing plants and stuff, guiding you with his hands ontop of yours, his chin on your shoulder.

yan cowboy who sees you carrying a heavy bale of hay, and immediately scolds you

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you lift the bale of hay, determined to carry your weight on the farm. Your cowboy always helps you with everything like bro i could be independent too hoe. You’ve seen him do this like a thousand times, and you’re confident you can handle it too bc ur a bad bitch period

But before you can take more than a few steps, a shadow falls over you, and you feel a firm hand on your arm. You glance up, and lowkey you were scared it was gonna be schoolboy69 lowkey but nah their infront of you was your cowboy, eyes narrowed in a mix of worry and frustration. He was practically glaring at you, mad that you picked up something without his help, even if you picked up something as heavy as a bag of cookies he would be mad and see red like alpha dawg sigma 4000

“What do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?” His voice is low, but you still heard the irritation in his voice.

“I’m just helping out,” you say, trying to brush it off as no big deal. “It’s just a bale of hay, I'll can handle it.” You said shrugging, about to walk past him until you felt the heavy hay get off your shoulders in a quick manner.

that lil bitch took the hay and walked away but not before blowing u a kiss and saying "i love u n/n, get ready for tonight bc imma need u to blow my back OUT-"

yan cowboy who always is complimenting you, doesnt even matter if your in ur christmas pjs from 2016 he will say "id lowkey eat you out in that"

yan cowboy who is ur obsessed boy who luvs you more than he should<3

yan cowboy who is ur such cowboy who couldnt be more lucky to have you with him! <333

GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BITCHESSS

GUYS YALL COULD SEND REQUESTS BUT ITS GONNA TAKE A LITTLE BIT BC IM STILL WORKING ON OTHER DRAFTS LIKE THESE

GUYS WHO HAS YAN WINDERBREAKER MANHWA BOOKS PLS I NEED JAY JO AND OWEN

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

TAKE YOU DOWN A PEG ─── neil lewis ✧𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I want you. Your bones. Your body heat. The bite marks your teeth leave. To see how bad and beautiful those eyes look beneath me." — Beau Taplin.

pairing. sub!neil lewis x reader

summary. gumshoe video’s got a rude customer who neil can’t seem to ban…

warnings. swearing, voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, semi-public sex, breathplay, oral sex (m), cockwarming, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

word count. 5.3k

a/n. the hardest thing about writing this was scouring letterboxd for obscure films that i think neil would foam over. pls don’t beat me to death if my film references miss the mark 😭

Neil loves his job. Seriously, seriously, he does. It's completely self-satisfying, his personal passion project that’s taken up a large amount of his life, and brings him the uttermost joy of allowing him to do what he does best: recommend films. 

Gumshoe Video is like his fucking baby, and he takes care of it, immensely; he wipes down every tape every Sunday, he sweeps the floor and rearranges the furniture, he organizes the tapes almost constantly, and he does his hardest to provide stellar, passionate - if almost annoying - film advice. He wants the reviews up on this place, alright, otherwise it feels like he’s letting his baby down. 

Now, if there’s one thing Neil hates about his job, just one minor, teensy weensy thing, it’s probably you. You, the rude customer who came in three months ago and has come in everyday since. 

The day you and Neil Lewis met was one just like the rest. Gumshoe Video was promoting old spaghetti westerns; Neil was wearing a cowboy hat and opening deliveries from a video tape shop in Calabasas that had closed down; you were coming off work and were daydreaming, dizzily entering shops to get your mind off the irritatingly mundane job you had. Unlike Neil, you fucking hate your job. 

You had entered Gumshoe, browsing lazily through the Film Noir section, when Neil sprung up like a weed behind you, speaking animatedly about how the best film noir’s had to be Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, or Double Indemnity, and if you’d ever watched them before. 

As Neil blabbered on, your left eyebrow became increasingly raised. Finally having enough of him, you spoke. “So, are you one of those guys that talk all over the girl and ask them if they’ve ever seen Citizen Kane, or if I can even name five Ingmar Bergman movies for you?”

Neil spluttered, flustered with being confronted about his obsessive cinephile talking habit of carrying the conversation away like a track runner in a relay race going off with the baton in the wrong direction. “What? I was just —“

“— name dropping film noir’s, ‘cause I’m some ditzy, uncultured bimbo bitch who mistakenly walked in, right?” You said, rolling your eyes. Later, in retrospect, you’ll wonder if you were too rude; then, you’ll remember you don’t give a fuck, you were having a bad day, and Neil Lewis had one hell of an annoying face. 

Neil’s face grew offended, an irritated furrowed brow wiggling onto his features. “If you don’t want to watch what I recommend, you don’t have to!” he exclaimed, arms up placatingly in the air. 

“Uh huh, okay, and you don’t have to shove your pretentious cinephile knowledge up my ass.”

He just stared at you, boring his bright blue eyes into your own, face contorted so exasperatedly you might as well have climbed up to the stars, plucked the moon from the sky, and used it as a pillow. 

My god, Neil thought. Are you just a rude customer? Or did you get off on berating small businesses like a sadistic freak?

After a moment of you two staring each other down in the fluorescent artificial light of Gumshoe, both looking terribly affronted, you left. 

Neil would then rant about this “insane customer” for at least twelve hours straight to anyone who’d liste. The next day, the distasteful experience was extremely close to thereby fully exiting his mind, but didn’t, because you, yes, you, walked in again. 

You shot straight daggers with your eyes at Neil, but your expression became soft, demure, and gentle when you saw Jonathan manning the register instead. You trailed through the aisles unperturbed, Jonathan too busy sporting a hangover from working the late shift at that obscure speakeasy copycat bar (in which, as often as possible, he would sneak a shot to stay awake) to recommend films. 

In any case, that was Neil’s job, and Jonathan leaned over to whisper in his ear: “Neil, man, do me a favor and please distract that customer -- fuck, this headache’s killing me…”

Neil protested, shaking his head rapidly. “That’s her.”

“Her who?”

“Her! The - customer who -- who yelled at me!” 

Jonathan blinked blearily, clearly still too incapacitated to think about the matter much. “She yelled at you… and she’s back. Here. And why exactly is that…?”

“To yell at me s’more, probably!” Neil whisper-shouted incredulously. 

Suddenly, you broke Neil and Jonathan out of their not-so-quiet argument by slamming down Gumshoe Video’s copies of Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard, and Double Indemnity. The irony did not miss Neil - honestly, it was a little on the nose, even for him. 

“Thought I’d see what all the rage was.” you explained “sweetly”, gesturing to Neil as you spoke, indignation seeping through your every word. Your grudge was, well, mostly unexplained, ‘cept for the fact you yourself were an avid cinephile, had watched those three movies more than you could count, and did not take Neil’s “have you watched these before” kindly. 

Thus started you and Neil’s long-winded rivalry slash animosity slash terribly caustic back-and-forth correspondence. 

You keep coming to Gumshoe Video, because, despite your anger towards Neil, you fucking adore the place. The films are downright amazing, the atmosphere is like fucking heaven with the walls lined full of video tapes, decorated in classic film props, campy lifesize cardboard cutouts making you jump at every turn, and Gumshoe Video’s concept is insanely different (and lightyears better) than the corporate monolith that is Media Giant. 

He keeps coming to Gumshoe Video because, again, Neil loves his job, and treats Gumshoe like he carried it for nine months and has been lovingly raising it for the five years it's been open. 

From that first incident, you and Neil’s relationship twisted a little into something like this: you come in, insult him on whatever costume he’s wearing, return the tapes you rented the other night, argue with him for exactly an hour and a half on the couch, insult him for another ten as you browse the store, ignore his film recommendations, and rent three more movies. 

He waits for you to enter, wears the ugliest costume he owns to visually assault you, gladly takes the tapes back, argues with you for 1 and ½ hours, fires back retorts as you insult him, recommends movies he thinks will make you jump out your apartment window, and gives you your movies. 

You’re the minor, teensy weensy headache Neil experiences everyday, but at least, at the very least, Gumshoe makes daily dollars from your rentals - kinda like the payback or relief fund a town gets after a hurricane’s run through it. 

But, (somewhat?) shamefully… there’s a reason Neil doesn’t just ban you from the store and live his life without ever thinking of you again. 

This reason occurred to him a month ago, when he was in the backroom, pasting barcodes and information stickers on tapes that were yet to be placed in the store. You were looking for the washroom, awkwardly stumbling through the back hallway of Gumshoe Video, and since you couldn’t find Neil — he, in spite of the nature of your relationship, trusted you to look around and rent the tapes by yourself, having done it several times while arguing with him at the counter — you had to brave through it alone.

Now, the thing about the room Neil was in — more of a shoe closet than a room, honestly — was that it was locked from the outside, and he didn’t have the key. The key was currently in the hands of one Lucien, who had gone to buy takeout for the two of them because of the late night cataloging of new tapes ahead of them. 

And… he was taking about a hundred years to come back because he was trying to get the cashier’s number at their usual Chinese restaurant. 

Anyway, imagine this: you’re looking for the washroom, and the door to a small room is propped open. You enter, don’t think much of the small stack of empty tape boxes acting as a door stopper, and let it close. The light in there is dim, just a shitty little ceiling light; Neil turns, tapes in his hand; you turn, after closing the door. 

Finally, remember: the room is more of a shoe closet than a room.

“Jesus -- christ!” Neil yelped, startled at your sudden appearance. “What  -- the hell are you doing here?” 

“I take it this isn’t the bathroom?” You murmured, ignoring his question and shifting uncomfortably. Seriously, the tape closet was only meant for one person in it at a time. 

If the lights were brighter, you would’ve seen how hard Neil rolled his eyes; they almost rolled out of his head. “Well, I don’t think so, given the lack of toilet, sink, and light, no.”

“Well, Neil,” you purred, hot breath curling around the sensitive skin of his neck, “maybe, just maybe, you should have a sign for the bathroom, so I don’t have my tits any closer to your face than I want them to.” You said this sweetly, voice husky, low, and oddly sultry, but Neil knew better than that: you probably wanted to fucking kill him right now.

You were right, though; your tits were flush Neil’s bandy chest, the heat between you two growing the longer you were this close in proximity. 

“Now get me out of here,” you said quickly after, ignoring how warm Neil felt against your body. You’d turned so your back faced him, hands twisting at the silver knob of the door - which, Neil honestly didn’t know why was there, considering it didn’t fucking work. 

Neil sighed. “The door locks from the outside.” 

“What?” You said, distracted by leaning down to press your weight against the door like it was just sticky. Moments later, “…What?” you all but shrieked, hands falling from the knob, turning to face him once more. 

And, again, if the lights were brighter you’d have seen Neil’s face better: he was bright fucking red, because, apparently not accounting for the small space of the room, you’d leaned and obliviously had your ass pressed right against him. It didn’t help that his large, warm hands, having long since dropped the tapes he was labeling, hung near the flesh of your rear, having nowhere else to go in the limited space.

Neil thanked the small mercy God graced upon him that there wasn’t any kind of friction, so his soft cock remained just that: soft, and barely noticed by you. 

“The door locks from the outside.” Neil repeated breathlessly, the amount of air in the shoe-box room being incredibly small, too small to share between the two of you. 

“Fucking…” You cursed under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. “So, what, we have to stay here ‘till someone busts us out? What’re you gonna do if I go batshit and eat you or something?”

“For one, Lucien isn’t going to take that long to come back. Anyway, why’re you assuming you’ll overpower me - what if I go batshit and tear into you?”

You snorted, like the connotation he could overpower you was completely implausible. “Neil, Neil, Neil,” you repeated nonsensically, before lifting a hand up to his shoulder and digging your nails into him, the fabric of his shirt obviously not thick enough to distort your strength. “I could have you pinned down in less than a minute. I do other things than watch movies all day, unlike your lanky ass.”

Neil merely let out a chagrined laugh in response, hands clammy at the thought: you pinning him down— he then shook himself mentally, about to slap himself upside the head. Fucking hell, this situation was doing things to him. 

“You don’t believe me?” You retorted with a raised brow. Swiftly, your hands curled around Neil’s wrists, pinning them behind him and pressing his back against you. “How about now, huh?” you whispered softly in his ear, making his head swim. 

Your chin rested on his shoulder, your nose brushing against his neck, and it took everything in Neil not to let out a breathy keen — this was all too much for him: your touch, your voice, and the apparent dawning on him that he found you terribly, massively, attractive. 

“Fuck, I, er - - um,” Neil scrambled for a response, when the door to the tape closet suddenly opened. Your hands released him immediately, and you strided out, breathing in deeply. 

On the other side stood Lucien, plastic takeout bag in one hand, closet key in the other. “What happened to you?” he asked confusedly, as Neil filed out after you, gaze trained on your stretching figure walking off. 

“We got, uh -- locked, in the- in the tape closet.” Neil murmured, thoughts still fuzzy from your rough touch. 

“With her?” Lucien shuddered, handing Neil the chinese takeout bag sympathetically. “You need this food more than I do.”

So, there it was. Neil’s reason. He would’ve called you an insufferable bitch that he never wanted to see enter Gumshoe Video ever again hundreds of times by now — if your sensual voice insulting him didn’t get him all tight in the pants. 

He began having thoughts — thoughts of you. You, whispering vulgar, humiliating words in his ear, your hands carding his hair, pulling tight against his scalp, selfishly making him do whatever you wanted him to do, no matter his pleas. 

The fantasy was unlike anything Neil had dreamed up before, having always believed it should be him on top, him controlling the situation, him dominating — but it wasn’t a bad one. He’d come faster than he ever did before, just by imagining you were rolling your hips into his own… your strength pinning him down… your lips brushing past the shell of his ear, telling him he was so fucking dirty, so filthy for being this needy. 

However, that was all just a vague, distant pipedream, especially with how you seem to actually hate him. All the interaction he’d had with you consisted of poisonous, irritated words, insults and curses — which had him feeling both incredibly turned on, and sick at the fact he was attracted to you just by being mean to him. 

Sometime after that, nearing the end of the work day, Neil was the only one left there: Jonathan had taken the morning shift, and Lucien was, surprisingly, on a date with the cashier at their usual Chinese restaurant place. Looks like he succeeded in getting her number, while Neil had been pressed against you in that tiny tape closet, moments away from getting a hard-on. 

So, Neil was the only one there - and you were the only customer there. Your daily routine of stopping by and verbally attacking him was late today, so it was nearing midnight when you and Neil sat on the couch and began arguing. 

“I’m sure your “manly” ego isn’t at all pathetic and easily hurt by the superiority of Mia Farrow’s performance in Rosemary’s Baby.” You spat, leaning into the diverse array of old throw pillows that sat on the couch day after day. 

Neil rolled his eyes, hands up in the air animatedly. “My manly ego - and I don’t enjoy the sarcasm nor the air quotes you’re using - isn’t pathetic, nor easily hurt! Mia Farrow just wasn’t better than John Cassavetes was. I stand by the fact they were equal.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh, your hand coming down on Neil’s knee to dig into him angrily. “Neil, I don’t expect you to understand her performance - I don’t think anyone does, not with that little cinephile brain you have. Do you do any thinking up there, or is it just The Treasure of the Sierra Madre on rewind?”

Neil flushed, both at the insults and how your hand was on his fucking leg. “What about you? What is it that makes you keep coming back here if you think my opinion is so… worthless and entitled?” 

You grit your teeth, leaning in closer to him. “Because, Neil, this is the only other video tape shop for miles, and I will not be caught dead at Media Giant. Trust me, I despise this - “arrangement” of ours, far more than you do.”

He huffed, his gaze trailing over your features, unable to come up with a response: he was too busy focussing, trying not to zero in on how your face was inches away from one his, your fingers oddly inching up his thigh. 

“Don’t go making this about me. Why is it,” your continued, hands traced dizzying circles into the fabric of his jeans, “that you don’t just kick me out? I come in here, day after day, berating you, ignoring your recommendations… shouldn’t I have been banned a long time ago?”

Neil gulped. “You’re still a - a customer, one who rents daily I might add—“

You smirked up at him. “Don’t lie to me. I know Gumshoe’s doing just fine… and I heard you, y’know? Last week… in your office.”

“What? What are you talking about?” He stammered out, racking his head for what he might’ve been doing in his office— fuck. 

Fuck, he thought, mind racing rapidly, he thought you had already left by the time he started— 

“I heard you, hiding in your office… stroking yourself, moaning my name.” 

You’d rented just one tape last Friday, for a movie date with a guy from work, and you almost left - before realizing Neil took your membership card and never gave it back. You waltzed back in, and to your obvious surprise, Neil wasn’t at the register. 

“Neil?” You called out softly, trying not to spark an argument with him that would span hours, because you were trying to show up to this date on time. 

You walked down the back hallway, and found his office door, which had a gleaming NEIL LEWIS printed on its foggy glass. 

Your hand had almost reached for the handle, his name on the tip of your tongue, when you heard a needy whine slip past the door. Shocked, you lingered and pulled your hand away, pressing your ear against the pane to listen closer. 

“God, fuck,” you heard Neil curse, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. “Need you so bad,” you heard him whisper to no-one but himself, before a low moan belted out of him. 

Your face grew warm, immediately, flushed at the news that Neil-fuckin’-Lewis was jerking off, in his office, mumbling your name. You squeezed your eyes shut, continuing to listen to his pretty voice, and after several moments of your lust-riddled mind drinking in his sweet noises, how he was so focussed on his pleasure while completely oblivious to your listening in, you found one of your hands coming up to tweak your erect nipple — fuck, his stuttered little moans had your cunt pulsing with utter need.

Neil was getting close, you could tell, hearing him buck into - what you assumed - was his wooden desk, sloppily muffled mewls leaving his mouth. 

You were biting down on your lip, hard, an incredible amount of self control in place. The man was so horny, sounding so fucking submissive it drove you insane: just the thought that he’d bend to your will and do whatever you wanted made your legs clench.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending who you ask, you felt your phone begin buzzing in the waistband of your modesty shorts - probably the date you were late for - and you had quickly fled. 

“Oh, jesus,” Neil blurted out now, alarmed, immediately in the flight part of fight or flight. “I- whatever you heard, I can - I can explain, really, so please don’t—“

Your hand gripped his thigh, keeping him from getting up. “Hey, hey, shh,” you said, bringing a finger to your lips. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I know, just as well as you do, how bad you want me.”

Truly, Neil couldn’t control himself that night. You had walked in, wearing a delicious little dress with a sweetheart neckline, strolling around in 3-inch heels, cooing mockingly at his costume for that week’s theme — a criminal wearing nifty little handcuffs to promote the double feature promotion of crime films and dramas — purposely leaning down to make him feel smaller than you. 

Neil had flushed, looking away, willing himself not to let out a needy groan at your get-up, instead silently checking out your tape rentals and quickly handing them back to you. After you’d walked out of the store, he’d dashed to his office, feeling the tent in his pants grow warm, aching. 

Quite similarly to how he felt now, your eyes coursing over his entire form, so close Neil felt himself sinking into the couch. 

“Look how fucking hard you are already.” you whispered, hand drawing away from his thigh and reaching for the bulge in his jeans, palming him between the fabric. “Does it turn you on? The fact you got caught?”

Neil’s breath hitched. “Fuck, please, I—“ 

“You’re so pathetic.” You said, laughing at him. “I can feel how big you are, such a thick cock, and all you know how to do with it is beg.”

Your plush lips were curled into a cheshire grin, baring your sharp teeth at him, and Neil was ashamed at how badly he wanted those teeth to press painful bites into his sensitive skin. 

He was about to whine again, plead desperately, but he shut up when you slipped off the couch, sinking to your knees, fingers undoing his belt buckle and fly. Shifting his jeans down, you dipped your hand down the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out: it was angry, hard and begging for release. 

But you wanted to tease him before you got to the good part. First, your warm breath fanned over his cock, making him jump, trying to rut up into your mouth, and your soft lips slipping past his leaking head had his hands tugging at your hair, trying to pull you closer to him. 

You thinned your eyes and got up, hand pressing his cheeks together and forcing his jaw open. You spit into his mouth, then patronizingly patted his face, “Do that again and I won’t touch you - I’ll take my tapes and leave you a needy fucking mess on this couch.”

Neil groaned, your spit foreign and hot on his tongue like lava. “God, I… I just wanna — want you so bad.” 

You tutted, sinking back down on your knees to face his rock hard length up and pressed flat against his abdomen. “Not yet. You haven’t earned it, you desperate fucking pervert. D’you know who jerks off in their office to someone they barely know? Fucking perverts.”

He leaned his head back, a moan leaving his lips at your insulting choice of words. It felt like you were torturing him, but his body wanted nothing more than you. 

Your lips then ghosted past him for another moment before you started your assault on his strained cock: you laid tentative kitten licks all the way down his length, enjoying how he squirmed under you, wanting nothing more but your wet mouth around him. Then, without warning, you took him in your mouth whole, tongue dragging and curling around his cock. You devoured him salaciously, hollowing your cheeks, sliding his cock in and out of your full mouth at an alarming speed, hitting the back of your neck with each thrust. 

Your tongue felt heavenly on his cock: wet, warm, and sticky, lapping at him without stopping. Your teeth grazed against him lightly, and Neil’s back arched into your touch. 

He was practically convulsing now, drooling as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the pure pleasure you were inflicting on him with no split second or moment for him to regain his composure. You wanted to see him fall apart, come undone just by your mouth, he realized, and he wanted to let you, wanted to let go — but, as fast as you’d taken his hard cock into your mouth, you let him drop from your lips. 

“Why did you - please, fuck -- why did you stop?!” Neil whimpered noisily, head rolling onto his chest to look down at your face: lips plump, faint tear tracks running off your cheeks, your gagged spit falling from your chin. 

“I oughta take you down a peg, Neil. Show you what a dumb fucking loser you are, pretending you’re so confident, so dominant, like you know everything there is about movies.” You responded nonchalantly, getting up and shedding your panties and leggings. 

“M’not dumb,” he whined, looking at you through heavy lidded eyes, “god, you’re killing me here.”

“You’ll live,” you grinned, climbing on his lap and lining your wet sex with the fat head of his cock. Then you descended down on him, watching blissfully as his cock disappeared into your folds.

Neil’s hands wrapped around your waist, burying his face into your neck. He mewled against your skin, drunk on your tantalizing scent, lips wet with drool and leaving a slick trail. 

Despite your dominance in this situation, completely controlling Neil’s pleasure, you couldn’t control your own: Neil’s cock felt fucking good, long and thick in all the right places, a curve that arched right against your cervix, veins rubbing against your walls pleasantly. He stretched your cunt completely, making you wince, but there was still pleasure there, the feeling of your crevices being filled with his fat cock making your toes curl. 

After a moment of getting used to his cock, you rose back up, then sunk down, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Neil’s head shot back, a labored cry leaving him as you set a steady, almost too slow pace, torturously sliding his cock in and out of your tight hole. 

Your hands trailed across his still-clothed chest, and you grieved the chance lost to have stripped him, your touch teasing him every step of the way — but having him deep within you was probably better. 

“Your- fuck, you’re so -- so soft,” Neil squeaked below you, revelling in how you took him, bottoming out each time like it was nothing. 

You simpered at his words, how helpless he was, succumbing to the pleasure; to you. “Knew you were,” you slammed down on his cock, making Neil choke, “pretending to be arrogant. You just needed someone to put you in your place.” 

Neil hadn’t realized it wasn’t a rhetorical question until your hand came up to his hair, tangling through his locks and tugging. “Who d’you belong to? Who put you in your place?” you murmured lowly. 

He whimpered at your roughness, leaning into the sofa obediently. “You! You own me,” he pleaded, desperately chasing his own pleasure. 

“That’s it,” you said, shutting your eyes, bobbing up and down on his cock faster. Your ass bounced above him, and Neil’s hands rested on the flesh of your rear, massaging you. 

Greedily, Neil tried to thrust into you, but you weren’t having any of it, deterring his attempts by pushing him so he laid flat on the couch, your hands pinning his wrists above his head, the new position pushing him deeper into you. 

“You stay down, you dirty fuckin’ loser,” you said caustically, but your actions said otherwise: your walls were squeezing around him needily, your cunt sucking him in so far you could feel his balls brushing against your clit. 

The tip of his cock brushed past your g-spot each time you rutted into him, and soon enough you felt it: that pulsing, that heat, that familiar coiling within your insides. Neil was reaching it too, his face flushed pink and his breathing as heavy as it was back then, in the tape closet. 

You began thumping down on him, your fingers tightening around his scalp. Your pace had gotten feverish, bordering feral, both your minds focussed on one thing: release. You could feel your cunt tensing, your mind going foggy, and then, there it was: your pleasure ran through you like electric current, shocking your body. You felt numb, tingly like when the blood flow to your arm gets cut off for a moment, making your pace stutter. 

You didn’t stop, however, riding out your high on his cock, bouncing up and down on Neil’s thick length. He felt fucking delicious, piercing you in all the right ways, and you adored how malleable he was right now: so horny and submissive he stopped speaking and was merely letting dirty moans leave his mouth without any protest. His gaze, his focus, was elsewhere, lost in the deep haze of pleasure your cunt was subjecting him too. 

You leaned down, pressing small love-bites onto his skin like he’d fantasized so many times before, and it broke him out of his stupor. “Did you think of this, in your office?” you whispered, “did you think of me, my tits bouncing, your cock deep in my cunt?”

“Ugh,” Neil groaned, reveling in how your seductive voice sounded like music. He was much, much closer than he thought, and when you licked up his jaw, your hot breath on the shell of his ear making him sweat, your cunt still fucking him roughly, he let go. 

You felt it first, the familiar liquid bursting past his thick head and painting your fleshy walls creamy, like a new coat of alabaster that Gumshoe desperately needed. 

“So good, so wet,” Neil groaned, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours. You stared at him, watching his lewd expression throughout his entire high, waiting for that beautiful blue gaze of his to open and face you again. 

“I’m milking you dry. Look how fucking full you’ve made me, you filthy pervert.” You were taking him for every drop he could offer, and it was delectable. 

You two were heaving now, both coming down from your highs. You’d effectively ruined the couch, your slick soaking the cushions and his jeans, as well as his come, which was leaning out of your still-stuffed hole. 

“I think you’ve gotta replace this manky ass couch, Neil,” was the first thing you said, your hands sliding down from their grip in his hair to his pink cheeks, rubbing his skin delicately. 

His eyes opened, watching you carefully. “It was about time,” Neil shrugged breathlessly. “Do you… do you actually - hate me?” he continued, murmuring self-consciously. 

You laughed, but it wasn’t sharp, not at him like before, no; it was tender, like a scarf Neil wanted to wrap around him in the winter time.

“I never hated you,” you murmured, tone reverent, “you’re just a little, how does it go…”

“Presumptuous?” Neil finished for you. 

You nodded, then grasped at his shirt and pulled him from the couch so he was sitting upright again. “Jus’ wanted to, ahem, “take you down a peg” like I said earlier..” you trailed off, cheeks growing warm remembering your earlier behavior during sex. 

This was all very new, to the both of you — you, in all your relationships and flings, were not the dominant partner. You guessed there was a first time for everything.

Then, you were about to get off his lap, but Neil held you steady on his cock. “Don’t go,” he said simply. “I’ve got Brief Encounter in the player, if you want to, y’know…” 

He wasn’t hard anymore, but it just felt good, cozy, having you two talk and regain your composure with him filling you nicely. It felt right. 

You smiled, a gummy, blissful smile. “Okay. I’ve actually never seen this,” you said, turning to face the tv, wincing slightly. 

“Really?” Neil said, an amazed joy seeping into his voice. 

“I’m joking,” you snorted, and you could practically see Neil pouting behind you. “But I don’t think we’ll be paying much attention…” you purred, clenching your thighs around his length. 

“Jesus fuck,” Neil groaned behind you, hands coming under your shirt, “you’re exactly like those movies.”

“I’m even better, baby.” 

[chrissdollie]

︶♡︶ OKAY, BET!

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"he's tryna get in mad dawg's pants brotha eughh.." your friend nathan snorts. the small market & cafe you and your sister-like friend madi work at is quiet, similar to most days. a few regulars drop by occasionally and update you and the girl about their life before driving off in a fresh, sick car. however, it's a little different today. you hear a childish whisper from your boyfriend's brother, matt, after returning from a lunch break and locking your customized pink honda. nate snickers next to matt, distanced away from madi and a new customer sitting in the cafe. his eyes catch yours from the mini market with a cheeky grin before waving his hand low to invite you over. your hand clutches a brown paper bag filled with lunches for you, madi, and your boyfriend's gang. speaking of your lover, the youngest triplet walks out of the messy male restroom with damp hair, clearly from fixing it up. chris' bored frown is quickly replaced with a toothy smile and a wink upon your entry.

you hurriedly rush past the unfamiliar guest to your crew, handing them their sandwiches out of the bag. "hey mama." chris brings up a hand to your cheek, pecking your glossy lips in greeting. "hi baby." you sweetly smile after pulling away before turning your head towards the stranger. "who's that? never seen him before.." you whisper with pinched eyebrows once your head snaps back. nate shoves a cold-cut sandwich into his mouth, eyes flickering between you and the counter where the blonde-haired individual sits. matt quietly thanks you for lunch and grins at the scene. the boy shrugs, "i dunno-- just showed up outta nowhere. he's got pretty eyes though." he jokes, taking a bite of his sandwich. you giggle lightly, turning around again to watch the madi and the guy interact. "man, he's got a nice cut." nate muffles through a full mouth. chris slaps his bare arm chuckling, "chew your food dumbass". the two playfully bicker as you stare at madi, searching for any signs that may show she's uncomfortable. she seems fine until that bitch salem struts in with her stupid ass ponytail and fugly cowboy boots. she drunkingly plops down on the stool next to the blond, a goofy smile spreading across her face as she pulls shades off her face.

"my, my!" her voice cracks loudly with madi scrunching up her nose. "i've never seen you before. you from outta town?" she smirks, tapping her hot pink nails against the counter melodically.

madi scoffs, annoyed. flicking a strand of hair out of her face, she turns to the four of you knowingly. you sigh, tugging the front of your boyfriend's black tank. "go get her" you fold your arms as your head spins to look at chris. he groans. salem always has a problem with any new people. she's childishly defensive of "her" territory. stupid, yeah. chris brushes past you guys to salem where he pulls her off the stool, matt following behind him. "oh-- hey guys! is this our new pal? the new buddy? fuckin' weirdo i say, tryna FUCK MADI, YOU WEIRD ASS!" salem begins to screech as the two triplets grab ahold of her arms. their faces are stone cold having been through this far too many times before. the blond gets out of his chair, throwing money on the table with an icked expression befire he waving to madi and walking out of the cafe to his car. "BETTER FUCKING RUN, PUSSY!!" salem continues to yell. chris and matt drag her to the back of the building into a tiny office. they throw her on the chair while nate comes up from behind you to grab a water bottle.

"why the fuck are you drunk at 1pm?" chris spits, taking the bottle from nate and shoving it in her hands, tired of dealing with her shit. like he does madi, he considers salem a sister knowing her since their teenage years. unfortunately, that's the main reason why he keeps her around. "you don't turn your back on family", as he says. as you stare at the pitiful girl, you think, if it were your choice, you'd kick her to the curb without a second thought. she's never liked you anyway. you bite the inside of your cheek, watching her rub up against your boyfriend, pushing her drunken state. chris had always made sure she knew her boundaries. don't worry, he's not totally clueless. he's been aware of her feelings for him, but she just doesn't care. the girl abruptly snatches the front of chris' tank into her fist, standing up after slamming the water bottle onto a desk. you roll your eyes, dropping your arms by your side ready to interfere. "alright, alright, that's enough."

the four of you standing around salem turn around to the sight of jimmy sturniolo, the triplets' father. the man who runs this business and had street raced for years before quitting when he reached a mature age. his thin long sleeve is covered in oil from fixing up cars. "hey dad." the two triplets greet him unanimously. jimmy adjusts his cap before slapping his boys on the back as hello with a fatherly smile. "miss yn.." he playfully gasps and bows. you grin back toothily while wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing the side of his wrinkly face. he holds his hand to your cheek with sweet adoration before clearing his throat and turning to salem, nate, and now madi in the office. everyone stays quiet, watching jimmy as he stares back at everyone else blankly. that is until he claps his hands and rubs them together. "race tonight on 4th. i'll be there watching." he smirks, ruffling matt's already messy hair before striding out of the store.

"yo mads, what's up with that dude that was here?" nate wiggles his eyebrows, grabbing a capri sun from the employees' mini fridge. the girl rolls her eyes with a shy smile, shrugging her arms lazily as her silky hair falls behind her. "he just comes around sometimes. it's no biggie, he's nice." she says giving you nervous side glances. you hide your knowing face by turning to a frowning triplet. "hey youu." you poke his cheek with your finger. he hums in response, wrapping both arms around your waist and swaying you away gently. "m gonna race t'night." you state, looking up at the boy while you hold onto him. he sighs, dropping his head onto your bare shoulder, fluffy brunette hair brushing against your skin. "babe.." chris starts. you cut him off almost immediately, "i know, i know! but listen, i'll make sure everything is good, 'kay?" the boy picks his head up, looking down at you while he thinks. you raise your eyebrows hopefully, squeezing onto him a little tighter.

finally he exhales dramatically, throwing his head back. you smile widely. "fine, but i'm checking everything twice!" he pinches the side of your waist. you giggle, giving him a quick kiss. "thank youuu! i'm gonna beat your ass so bad." you grin at the trace of pink lipgloss you left on his lips that he doesn't care to wipe away.

chris scoffs, "okay missy. you wanna bet on that?" he challenges with daring eyes. a loud interruption from one of your boyfriend's employees catches chris' attention. "yo! andre wants the engine fixed boss!" the brunette sighs with a curt nod. you rub your glossy lips together while he reverts his blue eyes back to you, shrugging his sweaty shoulders with disappointment. "duty calls sweetheart." he plants a sweet kiss that was only supposed to be for a second onto your mouth, but you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip teasingly.

grinning playfully, you begin to pull away when a hand lifts from your side and reaches to the back of your head, dragging you back in. chris sucks on your tongue nastily while massaging your waist with his resting hand. then he abruptly pulls away grinning with a string of saliva holding onto both of your mouths. he licks the spit off his pink lips with his long tongue before dropping the rough hand from the back of your head. your pretty lashes flutter back at your boyfriend's smirk dazedly, fixing your little pink skirt from where his hand left. "bye baby." he finishes pulling out a toothpick from his denim pocket and tugging it between his lips before smacking your ass as he walks by you with a chuckle. with smeared lipgloss, you smile gently. that is until you remember the race. you call out to him, "wait! how much are we betting?"

your boy smirks as his head cocks around , still keeping a fast pace. “5 times you gotta make me cum okay?!” that horny loser you call your boyfriend yells back, his hand cupping his mouth. your eyes widen making a “shut the fuck up!!” face. chris giggles before turning his head back around and heading out the door. five times huh? you shake your head with a stupid grin and return behind the counter, picking up your brown paper lunch bag when you do. your eyes scan up to your pink honda parked infront of the cafe. you smile confidently. "okay, bet!"

chris had tweaked some parts of your car before the race. fixed little things here and there, practically perfected your precious vehicle. you pull up to your designated spot right before the starting line. the large crowd forming cheer at the sight of your pretty car and you inside. you being your sweet, bubbly self, you roll down the passenger window to blow a little kiss to the onlookers and betters. engines around you revving, excited cheers, disgusting catcalls, the sounds were all too familiar. most would argue that a sweet girl like you doesn't belong in this type of area. you used to think so too, but you'd proved your worth here. most people don't fuck with you, not just because of your boyfriend's status, but your true threats. one time, some whore said she'd give chris head since you lost a 1v1 to her friend. you scoffed, telling her you'd slash her tires if she tried. guess who had to visit the repair?

your moment of attention fades into the past when your hot ass boyfriend turns the corner of the street in his glossy orange toyota supra. his black bulletproof tinted windows roll down to flash his toothy, smug, panty-dropping smirk to the audience. one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm wraps around the passenger seat's head, his muscles flex beautifully. your eyes wander all over him. he looks gorgeous, to say the very least. the flag girl pops her bubblegum, a knowing chuckle leaving her mouth. "you winnin tonight?" she cocks a brow with a questioning eye. the egotistical brunette lets a "tsst" past his lips, picking up a can of pepsi from the console. "is the sky fucking blue?"

the flag girl chuckles, sticking her tongue out before heading back to the starting line. your boyfriend's head turns to you with hearts in those blue eyes. "whooo, you're lookin stunning, baby!" chris whistles, fanning himself with his hand playfully. you giggle, fluttering your lashes unconsciously. it was true, you always dress all out for races, from glittery pink eyeshadow on your lids to the chunky mary janes on your lace stocking-covered feet.

"what's a lil thing like you doin here?" an unfamiliar voice calls out to you. a taller viewer next to him smacks the man's chest lightly with a startled face like he just asked the most unimaginable question ever. his head shakes with annoyance before turning his head to you with a sigh. "my bad doll, he ain't from these blocks." you smile. "doll", a sweet nickname given to you from chris and spreading throughout the streets. your attention turns back to him, currently checking all his mirrors. your thighs clench, remembering his words from earlier in the day. whether you win or lose, it's gonna be a good night.

nathan enters your vision as his blue nissan pulls up next to chris. he throws you a friendly wink before getting situated. one more person to go! you adjust your tiny pink miniskirt just before pulling lipgloss out of your purse and reapplying, puckering your glittery lips in the mirror afterward. you hear tires coming up from behind you. you quickly glance to the right to see the final driving you're up against. your little smile drops to a frown almost immediately. "hey princess." salem waves teasingly, both hands gripping the steering wheel. your eyes dart to the figure in her passenger seat. "who's the hunk?" you nod to the guy. she turns her head before rolling her eyes. "i dunno. we're gonna fuck when i win though!" the girl makes direct eye contact with you, biting her lip as she arches her back, her tits pressing into the wheel. her mouth drops open widely, eyes clamping shut pornographically. the man next to her laughs dryly, both hands resting behind his head.

"i'm surprised you could even get in." your sugary voice sasses in reference to the $2,000 buy-in. she scoffs, however not getting to bite back when the announcer waves his hands. you drop the conversation, locking in. hands on the wheel, you look at chris one more time before the race begins. he's already looking at you, a hand on the gear stick. "i love you, best of luck." he comments simply. you dopily smile, "i love you too."

"alright, ready..."

your hand reaches to your gear stick.

"set.."

the mob of people whistle and cheer, most crossing their fingers that they consume more money than they've lost. you're ready, craving the extreme acceleration, close encounters with violently crashing, sharp drifts. the risk is what you race for.

"goo!!"

the flag drops simultaneously when you drop your foot on the gas sharply. the four of you take off, tires screeching as you speed down an empty road leading into the city. it's intense when you reach it, turns fast and swervy. you check your mirrors and see salem following you like a lost puppy. you grin with a scoff. poor thing. you step on your pedal harder, speed rising past 140 miles per hour. you turn into an alleyway, cruising through the tight space with ease. bye bye salem!

you make it out the backstreet, spinning the wheel acutely. you slide into lanes of cars, your favorite part. you hum excitedly, weaving through the vehicles scattered around. you purse your lips noticing nate and chris up not too far ahead. "alrightyy!" you beam, taking a hand off the wheel to fluff your hair. accelerating, you gain on the two boys. they switch lanes fast, and you almost forget which way you're going. cars honk annoyingly at you three, driving at higher speeds than usual. "fucking street racers!" you hear behind you distantly. a clump of traffic catches your attention, races are normally well into the night so this doesn't happen. "dang it." you whisper, swerving onto another road. this'll slow you down for sure, and you have no doubt in your mind that chris will somehow make it past the clutter, the way he knows how to drive.

you make it back onto the track you're familiar with when salem pulls up right next to you. you curse under your breath, using your accelerator and revving your car. you pace ahead just to see chris passing the finish line, and nate not too far behind. you exhale, using all the boost you have left to speed ahead, beating nathan past the finish line by just an inch. “damn!” the boy yells, slamming his palms onto his wheel. you slow down, watching chris climb out of his car as the crowd swarms around him with congratulations. he flashes his toothy smile, lifting the designer shades from his face. he looks so good like this, city lights reflecting onto his chain and belt buckle. he's handed a cash envelope which he proudly takes, thanking the host who begins rambling to him.

though chris' head spins around, looking for you. he almost immediately catches your eye with a satisfied grin, walking away from the person talking to him without a word. he comes up to your rolled down window, leaning on the sill. he waves the orange envelope as nathan and jimmy come up behind him. "let's go celebrate, drinks on me!" chris exclaims, jimmy patting his back with a proud smile. "congrats!!" you smile, leaning over to give him a sweet peck. he cheeses against your lips when you pull away, remembering your bet from earlier in the day. "uh, actually i left something in your car babe. jimmy do you mind driving mine?" you ask innocently, batting your lashes at the older man. he waves his hand, "no problemo doll." chris winks knowingly, your eyes darting from his shyly.

you and chris hop into his toyota, driving off to the bar where everyone was supposed to meet. "what did you 'leave in here'?" he mocks, one hand on the wheel and the other on your revealed thigh. you giggle, grabbing the hand on your thigh. "chrisss.." you mutter in defeat. suddenly he pulls into a partially deserted spot away from all the buildings. he puts the car in park, ripping off his seatbelt.

"well it looks like i gotta get my second reward huh baby?" chris grins, eyebrows raising teasingly. you purse your lips with an agreeing hum before clumsily shuffling over to his side of the car, lifting the armrest back as you do. with a chuckle, the boy lifts both arms to reach behind the seat, staring down at your face right infront of the noticeable bulge in his pants. you gawk hungrily as you unzip his jeans, dig past his boxers, pulling his hard cock out. he hisses quietly before laying a hand down against the back of your head gently. his eyes soften for a second, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, his hand grabbing your chin softly. "hey," he directs your eyes to meet his. "you tell me if it's too much, kay?" his thumb rubs against your cheek delicately as you smile warmly. "okay."

your gaze falls back on the delicious sight before you, your mouth watering. you blink hazily, mouth opening slowly. you give the slightly dripping tip a little stroke when chris' head falls back against the seat, teeth digging into his bottom lip. it's been a while since you went down on your boyfriend, he usually prefers to give you head under normal circumstances, but tonight is all about his pleasure. you stick out your tongue to lay it flat against the head of his dick, the precum sticking onto the pink muscle. you suck as gently as you can, spit beginning to drip out of your mouth. the boy's hand goes back to your head, lightly pushing you down. your mouth opens wider, taking in more of him. he sighs heavily, eyes squeezing shut. "fhuckk, g-good girl. such a good girl, mama." he pants, small grunts falling out of his throat.

you moan contently against his cock, the vibrations scrunching up your boyfriend's face blissfully. you remove your mouth and replace it with your soft hand, finger pressing against his tip while you turn your head to the side to lick a long stripe along the base. "o-oh god.. yesss, fuck!" the brunette mutters, teeth gritting as his hand rubs the back of your head comfortingly. you go back to sucking him off, deciding to speed this up as you feel your panties getting stickier as seconds pass. one of your hands pump the length you can't reach with your mouth while the other slides down your body to your crotch where you rub your clit in small circles. of course chris notices, a cheeky grin spreading across his gorgeous face. "this gettin you off baby? ahshhitt, 'm gonna take care of you in a sec, doll. s'close.."

you're making such a mess on his dick, it's disgusting. saliva dripping down his girthy length while he fights the urge to rut his hips up into your mouth. “oh god i’m gonna cum.” he groans, wiping strands of hair out of your face. you pull your head up slightly with tears down your face to swirl your tongue in circles on his tip. and just like that, his load spurts down your throat. he hums contently, eyes squeezed shut. you slurp what's left of his release before getting off him with a popping "p".

you wipe your bottom lip with your manicured finger, staring at the mess you've made chris with a lustfully fuzzy head. you dumbly whine, pushing your skirt down your legs. chris chuckles, "yeah i know what y'need sweetheart, c'mere." he coos, patting his lap and scooting his chair back so you have space to climb onto him. your skirt is thrown behind you onto your seat before latching onto your boyfriend's beefy arms like a koala. he gently kisses your puffy cheeks, hands resting on your hips as you hoist yourself above him. you glance at your boyfriend's face that's filled with love and longing. you needily crane your neck down to smash your lips onto his. he grunts in surprise before slithering his hands down to cup your asscheeks. it's all teeth and tongue really, he sucks on your tongue sloppily, devouring you as much as possible.

"won it f'you."

you moan into his mouth, thin panties brushing against the head of his dick. chris brings a thumb to your needy clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. you were already dripping just from tasting him, the stimulation on your pearl only adding to your arousal. you whine, unintentionally rolling your hips onto his finger. his arm moves from your hip to wrap around your waist, holding you more securely. you quietly squeal and squirm when he applies harder pressure. you let out tiny strings of "mm"s as you slowly sink down onto his big dick. he watches with hungry eyes, cooing, "doing so good honey."

"so full-- inside me.." you babble, hips finally pressing against his as you bottom out. your face twists in a mix of pain and pleasure as chris sighs in relief, hands at your hips again. he lets you get used to him, leaning forward to distract the small feeling of pain while you get used to his length. he sucks on your cute wet lips that gush out drool while your hands come up to grab his face. his hips uncharacteristically buck up at your soft touch. you pull away from his lips to whine loudly, his head pushing against your chest, hand pulling down your shirt to reveal your perky tits. he groans, smushing his face onto one, latching his lips on the bud and sucking roughly. "chriss.." you moan, your hips starting to move. he praises you with a mouthful of boob, "start movin' baby-- yeah, good girl.. ride this dick." he spits out any thought in his mind as you start to pick up the pace.

"gonna make you feel good, baby!" you whimper, bouncing on his cock with all your strength. he grunts, head pulling away from your chest. you're not usually on top, you and chris both prefer him taking care of you. but shit, you're doing so well right now. "my girl must've been waiting all day huh?" he teases, though you don't see through his pestering. "yeah.. all day." you shut your eyes, the squelching of your slick getting louder as you wear youself out. "looked s-so good winning, chris." his heart swells with pride, an strong rush flowing through his body. he sits up straighter, hands gripping your sides and ruts himself up into you. his feet plant on the floorboard of his car, pounding up into you as hard as he can. sweat drips down both of your foreheads, moans in unison. you cry, your back arching against the steering wheel. "oh fuck." chris whispers, watching you come undone. he rubs your clit again and licks a long stripe up the valley of your tits. "ohmygosh, m gonna--" you whine.

"i know, angel. want you to cum, it's okay." he utters smoothly.

he feels you squirting around his cock, completely soaking his lower half and the seat. watching you only pushed him over the edge further, releasing hard inside of you. you moan happily, feeling his warm liquid spill into your body. your face is flushed, hand sliding down chris' abs while he sputters out curses, dick still throbbing even after cumming. "so good, love you baby." you kiss him, licking his teeth. your lower half starts to move again, rolling against him. with a gentle hand, he pulls your face off his. "nono, we gotta get home. not gonna fuck you in here again, gotta do it good." he rambles, grabbing your skirt from your seat. "three more times, remember?" he smugly grins, flashing his pearly whites. you shyly smile, resting your head on his shoulder. "okay." you whisper as he rubs your back with a large hand. he kisses your head, not bothering to move you when he moves the gear stick to drive. "how about later we go get that designer purse you wanted?" he beams, loving being able to treat his girl in any way he can.

its finally outt!!!! after a month of saying i was gonna release it oopsies... anyway! hope u enjoyed, ending was kinda rushed but oh well. i kinda just realized that i never did anything with salem regarding to her crush on chris... sorry abt that!! ♡

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[saberlight1]

exes and oh’s — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, Y/N usage, established relationship, possessive!billy, arguments, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: im starting to think i have a problem.. 3 fics in one day lmfao. this one was based off of this request— thank you anon. i hope you all enjoy this one <33

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Ever since the day Billy had asked you to be his, he had thought the constant bugging of men around you would come to an end. But it seemed to be that the Bonney man only noticed those men’s stares towards you even more.

He sat at the bar you currently worked as he watched yet another man eye you from the corner of the room. It made his blood boil, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on his shot glass.

“Baby, leave the glass alone.” You teased with that charming smile that made him weak in the knees. “It ain’t done nun’ to ya,”

He put it down, your soft southern accent making his anger simmer down in a instant. “Sorry, honey.”

“What’s got you starin’ daggers over there?” You re-poured his now empty glass with whiskey.

“Them men starin’ at you.” His eyes darkened as he looked at you through his brows, his fingertips circling the rim of the shot glass.

Your tongue darted out across your bottom lip at his admission, his words making a deep want towards your outlaw settle in your gut knowing how protective he was of you.

“They can look all they want, darlin’.” You tried to ease his anger with a gentle voice. “You’re the only one that I’d ever let touch me—you know that.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” He murmurs as he leans back, his eyes boring into yours.

“Hey, foxy..” One of the men he was talking about now stood in front of you, slurring his words. “You’re mighty fine, mind if we.. talk somewhere privately?” He winked, making you want to throw up. “I’d love to see how you look under them fine clothes of yours,”

You looked him up and down in disgust. “I’m alright, sir. Got someone else in mind for tonight,” You looked at Billy from the corner of your eye, your cowboy smirking up at you. You sighed as you went to grab the drunken man’s glass to refill—he was still a customer after all.

His grueling grip caught your wrist before you could even grab the glass—almost pulling you over the bar.

“You little bitch, can’t take a real man, huh?” He spat as you let out a yelp, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Back the fuck off.” Billy’s menacing figure appeared from beside the man, throwing the man back by his shoulder, causing him to fall on his ass.

He groaned, but was back on his feet within seconds. “The fuck it mean to you, huh? I wan’ her, so she’s mine.”

The second the man finished his sentence, Billy’s fast fist made contact with his jaw hard, the man being back to his spot on the floor. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ say those words about her.” He hissed, leaning down to place more punches to the man’s bloodied face. You watched in a mixture of horror and admiration—mostly admiration.

The man below him only let out a cackle in return. “Oh, I see. She’s your whore,” He spat blood into Billy’s face, and you swore the whole room stopped at his words.

Billy’s cocked back arm stopped at his words, and within seconds his pistol was pointed at the man’s forehead. “What did you just say?” He yelled. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you—”

You grabbed his forearm, pulling him back up. “Billy, please—” He turned to you, panting as you tried to calm that wild look in his eye. “That piece of shit ain’t worth it, c’mon, baby.” Your eyes flickered between his, and after a moment, he sighed before relenting and putting the gun away.

“Yeah, gotta get your bitch to sort out your favors—” The man continued to talk shit, but Billy cut him off with a swift kick to the ribs.

“Shut the fuck up.” Billy rasped out, looking down upon the man.

“C’mon,” You pulled his hand, taking him to the room in the back. You were glad it was around last call—the bar being mainly empty. You sat him down on some old crates before you turned to grab the spare med-kit you had hidden back there months prior.

Once you had everything ready, you held your hand out, signaling Billy to hand you his cut and bruised knuckles. He did, knowing better than to argue with you on the matter.

Your heart sank in your chest when you first saw them. “Billy, you’ve gotta stop gettin’ into fights over me.” You whispered, your eyes not leaving his hand.

His other hand reached out to angle your jaw so your eyes would met his. “Darlin’, I’m never gon’ stop fightin’ for you. You know that.” He shook his head with a smile. “He ain’t even get a lick in—I’m fine.”

“I know you can handle yourself.” You mutter in reply. “I just don’t like seein’ you hurt. Regardless of how bad—I don’t like it. Nor do I like watchin’ you put yourself in danger for me.” You retort with a pointed look.

His gaze lowered. “Now, lady, let’s not pretend you haven’t done the same. I’ve witnessed some pretty crazy cat fights after hours at the boardin’ house,” He teased, his hand now cupping your jaw.

You sighed, trying to fight back the smile that threatened to break free. “Jus’ please, be careful.”

“Always am.” He leaned forward to kiss the frown off your face, his hands sliding down your body in order to squeeze your hips.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to your body as you smiled against his lips.

He pulled back, leaning his forehead onto yours. You both sat there for a couple of moments, enjoying the comfortable silence.

You placed one last kiss to his plump lips. “Alright, let me see that hand of yours.” You asked, and when he placed it into yours, you got to work. You disinfected and bandaged it to ensure it wouldn’t get an infection. “That should do it,” You whispered as you finished tying the cloth, leaning down to press a kiss to his knuckles. “Thank you for defendin’ me, honey.”

You swore that even in the darkness of the room you were currently in that you could see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I’m always gon’ defend you, baby.” He whispered, pulling you up by your hand to place you in his lap, his arms slithering around you as he placed a kiss to your cheek. He went quiet for a moment before he turned to grab something. You looked at him questionably when you saw that glint in his eye.

He smirked as he placed his signature hat onto your head. “There.” He admired his work as he fixed your hair, styling it to compliment the hat. “That should tell all those fuckers that you’re mine.”

Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip at his words as your eyes flickered between his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You whispered, the tip of his hat hitting his head as you leaned in to reconnect your lips again.

He didn’t mind—he thought it looked better on you anyways.

[blondwhxrewrites]

what about mattheo with a werewolf s/o? Like imagine being like all worked up and horny before a full moon and having angry pre-transformation sex with him

(I’m actually in love with this man)

You tell him your a werewolf, and the first thing he asks is, 'So does that mean we are like considered as mates or some shit?'

By the way he already knew, because my boy is EXTREMELY observant. He just never told you because he wanted you to be ready to tell him. When he figured it out he immediately sat his ass down at the library and read every single book on werewolves he could find.

He's doing everything he can to support you

He isn't at all afraid of you and dude would square up with werewolf you with no hesitation because he has no sense of self preservation

(also I'm adding my own werewolf system because fuck JK Rowling imma do this my own way 😤)

He finds out that werewolves won't hurt the people that they consider 'mates' or a part of their 'pack', and he is taking full advantage of that. 

He sees your werewolf form for the first time and it's literally just a giant wolf and he's standing there like 🧍while you're just wagging your tail all happy because OH MY GOD ITS YOUR MATE 🥰

You have a little spot in the dark forest where you transform and he'll come and visit you.

You bring him the corpses of the animals you hunt and he'll just awkwardly pat your head, and praise your hunting skills

https://pin.it/fEKdLztSL

(this link is an accurate representation of what werewolves look like because ain't no way am I gonna let them be that ugly shit from the prisoner of Azkaban)

You get extremely clingy and possessive the days before a full moon. It's not just towards Mattheo, it's towards your friends too because your senses see them as your 'pack' and you gotta protect them and make sure they are okay

You literally growl at people

Person: GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH

Mattheo: She don't bite

You: *Growls*

Person: YES SHE DO

You also get extremely horny and Mattheo lives for it

You wanna fuck? Mattheo is down and ready to be used 🫡

He is your man slut

You get aggressive during the act and end up biting him on the neck and shoulders and he is wearing those marks proudly. He's strutting around Hogwarts proudly marked as yours 💅

During those days before the full moon, he will be your subby little manwhore

Anything for his princess 🤷

You wanna suck his dick and call him a good boy? He's melting into a puddle of goo. He becomes all blushy and shy because he loves being praised 🤭

Eating your pussy like a man starved.

Please sit on his face and suffocate him (:

You wanna ride him? Bros staring at you in awe while he watches your ass bounce up and down on his cock in reverse cowboy.

My boy is just along for the ride 😁

[the-muppet-joker]

Damn my dude, you are such a loser!

Don't you EVER say that to me again. You hear me? This is probably the most fucked up thing a person has ever said to another person on anon on Tumblr. What the fuck. This hurt my feelings so deeply that I have no choice. I am going Dark Muppet on your ass. I am so, so sorry that I must do this.

*The floor opens up beneath you and you realize you are being suspended by a rope. It is lowering you into the Joker Juice below. Its acidic green glow sends shivers down your spine. 'Oh fuck', you think. As you are slowly disolved into slime and ooze, you hear a distant chanting over your screams. When did you start screaming? You cannot be sure. The entire cast of the muppets stands around the edge of the vat you are being lowered into. They are singing the Muppet Show theme song in perfect harmony. Like a choir of felt angels. It is beautiful. Just before the acid reaches your eyes, you look at Kermit. He is not singing. He slowly shakes his head at you. The disappointed look on his face will haunt you for the rest of time. You done fucked with the wrong Muppet, cowboy. Sayonara, bitch.*

...

((You have become Joker Soup.))

Well. I hope you've learned your lesson. Never say a mean thing on the internet ever again.

[mummel-art]

cowboyverse dashboard simulator

dashboard simulator based on my cowboy ocs because yes

💣bpd-cowboy follow

bitches hate me for my undiagnosed bpd swag. and also the killings but that's less important

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🦩 bluerpastures follow

i did not kill my husband of 10 years just for "tradwives" to become trendy again

👢 kiddthekid follow

why is my mother posting murder confessions on the hellsite?

#she does have several valid points but hellooo #girl #you are not immune to getting arrested in your old age of 57 mother #also is that what happened to my father?

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🚂 railroadontherun follow

living our best life in argentina with @veteran-outlaw! #travelblog #outlawblr

💣bpd-cowboy follow

@/doneanddusted is literally dead.

🚂 railroadontherun follow

this aint about her

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💣bpd-cowboy follow

was it casual when i took you with me on multiple robberies and showed you the freedom your husband never gave you? was it casual when we danced next to our bonfire and watched the stars? was it casual??

🦩 bluerpastures follow

well i dont know, was it casual when you looked for me even after i betrayed you? was it casual when i gave you a place to stay? was it casual when you were the closest thing to a father figure my son had?

🪶 veteran-outlaw follow

not the gatekeeping??

for your information there's many reasons someone doesn't have a wanted poster, whether they hide their face during robberies (smart if you have a family to care for!) or they just don't get seen as a serious enough threat no matter how hard they try. also some people on outlawblr are literally just starting out.

gatekeeping only separates us further

🦩 bluerpastures follow

exactly! thanks @veteran-outlaw!

i, for example, dont have a wanted poster anymore because my charges were dropped in exchange for information i gave to protect my family

🪶 veteran-outlaw follow

nevermind i take it back, didnt know i was defending a class traitor

💣bpd-cowboy follow

what the fuck happened to my post

#also for your information im the one blue betrayed and its fine imo #well. it did kinda cause my best friends death #but how was she supposed to know that

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👢 kiddthekid follow

anyone else think that growing up an hour away from any other kids their age and almost exclusively playing with ranch-hands when they were growing up might have fucked up their development a little or is that just me?

#might have also been the cheap ass smokes my moms boyfriend let me smoke when i was like 7 #who knows #city slickers dni #where are my fellow ranchkids at

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[kayesfanfics]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Warnings: Smut, cursing, AFAB! Reader, not proof read. Soft, maybe ooc Striker

You stumbled into the hotel room with your boyfriend, both of you tipsy from the bar down the street and both of you horny, grabbing at each others hair and clawing at each others backs. Striker kicked the door shut behind him as his lips never left yours, removing a hand from your hair to lock the door before you pulled him further into the room. You both tripped over the others feet, desperately undressing yourselves and the other. You tugged Strikers bandana off his neck as he shrugged his jacket off, both of you toeing your boots off as you fell back onto the bed. Striker smiled down at you as he began undressing the rest of himself, before he grabbed at your pants and nearly ripped them off of your body.

“Yer tellin me yer all hot n’ bothered cause of that random ass chick droolin’ over me?” He asked in a teasing way, breathily laughing as you grabbed him and tugged him so he was on top of you, your lips attaching to his neck. He groaned as you did so, clawing at your back as you sucked a dark hickey into the side of his throat.

“That bitch kept undressin’ you with her eyes and ya knew it, ya prick.” You growled into his ear, before kissing the hickey you just left on him, reattaching your lips to leave another hickey.

“Aw, dollface, ya know I don’ got no eyes for no one but you.” He grinned as his hand tangled into your hair, pulling at your hair to try and pry you off of his neck. “Hey, quit that shit and listen ta me for a sec.”

He tugged again and you let go of him, looking up at him in the eyes. He had a playful smile on his face still, but his eyes were a bit softer as he caressed your face, making you blush both from the gesture and the alcohol.

“I don’ love nobody but you, ya know that, right? Only reason I even acknowledged that bitch was to rile ya up, lil’ lady.” He said as he kissed your lips, down to your neck, to your bare chest, sliding down onto his knees on the floor as his kisses trailed down to your core. You moaned when he kissed your clothed pussy, before sliding your underwear off and tossing them aside with the rest of your clothes strung about the hotel room. He kissed and gently but the insides of your soft thighs, squeezing them with his hands to keep them apart as you bit your lip at his actions.

“Striker…” You moaned, your hips bucking up a little, desperate for his touch where you wanted.

“Lemme take my time, doll. So impatient…” he smirked up at you, loving how needy you were for him. “Wanna show ya yer the only girl fer me.”

You propped yourself onto your elbows to watch him kiss and suck hickeys into your thighs, licking over them when he finished and moved on to the next one. After a while, he finally put his mouth to work on your cunt, starting out sucking your clit, making you fall back and arch your back off the bed.

“Shit! S-Striker! Holy fuck!” You moaned as his tongue licked up and down your folds, his grip on your thighs tightening as they threatened to clamp around his head. He groaned into you, sending vibrations up your body and making you whimper as you tried to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to get kicked out of another hotel because of it.

You gasped when you felt his tongue slip into your hole, your hands flying to grasp at the sheets beneath you as your legs pressed against his hands, the pleasure beginning to become overwhelming. You panted out his name and several curses as he ate you out, letting go of one of your legs to finger you while his mouth worked at your clit.

“Baby, fuck! I’m gonna…oh my fuck!” You screamed as the coil inside of you snapped, your body trembling as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Striker licked you out through it, and cleaned you up with his tongue before standing up to lean over you, chuckling at your already fucked our face.

“Aw, you ain’t already tired are ya, sweetheart?” He asked as he brought his two fingers up to your mouth, pushing past your lips to let you taste yourself on his fingers and suck them clean for him. You nodded your head ‘no’, to which he smiled, “Good. Cause I want ya to ride me like a good girl, m’kay?”

It was your turn to grin smugly at him, flipping him over and kissing him passionately before pulling away from him.

“Well then get on that bed, cowboy.” You smirked, getting off of him to find his hat and put it on your head while he slid up to the middle of the bed, laying down and stroking his cock as he watched you crawl on top of him, your soft thighs caging him in as you leaned down to press your chest to his and lock your lips with his. With the hand not supporting you, you replaced his hand on his cock and stroked it for him, a moan escaping his mouth as his tongue danced with yours.

You eventually pulled away to sit up, aligning yourself with his cock and slowly sinking down into it. You both groaned at the sensation, Striker folding an arm behind his head to enjoy the show, the other rubbing your thigh comfortingly as you adjusted to him. You slowly started to lift yourself off his cock halfway before sinking back down, getting faster and easier as you went on. His eyes squeezed shut and he bared his teeth as you picked up the pace, the hand on your thigh digging it’s claws into your skin, making you hiss. Your hands found their way to his chest, using it to hold yourself up and to squeeze his pecs, your hips rolling and bouncing on him. Striker looked up at your breasts bouncing in his face, moaning as the sight and a hand reaching up to grope at them, the other still digging into your thigh. The both of you panted and moaned loudly, screaming each others names and cursing to yourselves from the pleasure you felt from the others body.

“Mother…fuck! Shit, Y/N! I’m close!” He warned you, head tossing back as you continued to grope at his body and riding the life out of him. “Goddamn, sweetheart, you’ve gotten good at this!”

You smiled proudly as you watched him stumble on his words below you, his usual smug smirk gone as his eyes slightly rolled back into his head. You bounced slightly faster, both of you whimpering at that as you both reached your highs, Striker’s hips shooting up into yours as he filled you, causing you to moan loudly. When you both calmed down, you fell back onto the bed beside him, not caring about the mess between you as you caught your breath. Striker kissed you on the cheek and stood up after a few minutes of settling down, going to bathroom and grabbing a washcloth to clean you up, before he tossed the now dirty rag and got right back into bed with you, pulling you close to him as he pulled the covers over both of you.

“Still jealous?” He asked, his cocky smile back on his tired face. You rolled your eyes, making him laugh before tilting your head to kiss him. “I’m teasin’ ya, pumpkin. I love ya.”

“I love ya too, I guess.” You grinned back at him, kissing him again as you cuddle into his warm body.