➜ 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - Running a Saloon is no easy task. You keep gaining the attention of many interesting figures; namely, a quiet yet cocky outlaw, who has no problem being chased. He especially had no problem, fucking you while on the run.
𝜗𝜚 word count: 2k , [art cr: k4enyu on twt]
★ ⋮ 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ⸝⸝ : explicit content +18 MDNI , f!reader x emo!cowboy , strangers to lovers , one night stand , riding/cowgirl (duh) , unprotected p in v sex , creampie , exhibitionism , dirty talk , corny dialog , subtle back and forth
You've always had a magnet for trouble around these parts; You've never been the type to back down.
In the small dry town, You've managed to occupy a simple yet entertaining life under the beaming sun and above the dirt paths. You ran the Saloon, where you've encountered your fair share of problems. From rowdy drunkards, to persistent Casanovas, you've learned who to approach and who to stay away from.
The Sun was high in the sky, signaling to you that it was almost noon right about now, and that usually a rush of patrons would arrive in the next hour. Other than that, It was relatively quiet around this time, until you heard the old creek of the swinging wooden doors.
"Welcome." You greeted instinctively, not even sparing so much as a glance up to see who came in. You knew everyone in town; it came with the territory. And if it was a new face, you never care enough to truly start some conversation. So you keep yourself occupied with the clear glass in your hand, cleaning it to prepare for that afternoon rush.
There wasn't any response which was to be expected, as the old floors let out whines with each heavy footstep. When the customer sat on the barstool in front of you, your eyes finally moved up to be met with dark ones.
Truth be told the first thought that crossed your mind, 'woah, this fella is mighty fine.' The second being 'how is he not hot wearing all dark clothing at this time of day?' But you refrain from vocalizing those thoughts. "So, what will it be, hm?" You ask casually.
"... Somethin' strong." The man answered after a moment of thinking about it, his eyes never leaving your figure.
You raise an eyebrow at his almost exhausted tone, not only that but the way he looked at you in return. I weren't sure if you label him as another pervert or a drunk fuck just yet. Nevertheless, you turned to fix him a drink. "It ain't even noon, and you're already having a bad day?" You shot back,
"Eh, something like that."
The Saloon fell quiet once more, with the exception of the sound of alcohol hitting the glass. You took the moment to glance at him once more, assessing; his long dark wavy hair, his equally dark eyes that were shadowed by the rim of his hat. If you were better off, you'd probably send him away just with how suspicious he looked, but then again you were confident in your ability to handle yourself. You've made it this far afterall, and more importantly, money is money.
You skillfully slid the drink over to him, and hummed your usual two cents, "Well, chin up, no point in sulking all day."
You watch him raise the glass to his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing with the few large gulps he took. After, he set the drink back down and let out a sigh, almost as if that drink was exactly what he needed, before he smirks, his voice low, "Yeah? Well, ain't you a sweet thing? Worrying about me."
You ruffled at the comment. You couldn't even tell if he was being sarcastic or making a sorry attempt to flirt with you.
You were about to shoot back with a comment of your own when you heard shouting from outside. It sounded like faint arguing; something along the lines of, "I haven't seen anything!" "Don't lie!"
Your body tenses up at the commotion; something wasn't right.
As troublesome this small town was to you, you've never dealt with anything too serious, aside from dealing with romantic advances from old drunks. But looking out the window it looked like the local sheriff and other town folk were outside, and that was bad news to me.
"Shit." You hear the man grumble, kissing his teeth in annoyance rather than urgency. Paying no mind to the chaos outside, he looks at you rather calmly, "You got somewhere I can lay low for a bit?"
Your head whips back to the cowboy, confusion written all over your face. You couldn't comprehend how he could be so calm, and more importantly how he could ask something like that right now. Your thoughts were running a mile a minute, and before you could even think whether or not you should even answer, he was already moving.
"Hey! Y-you hold on-" Your voice was swiftly cut short, his hand grabs a whole of your wrist, (as if you BOTH had somewhere to be) his gaze fixed on his goal: the closest right behind the Saloon's bar table. To him it was the perfect place to hide out until the authorities gave up their search. To you, it was a disaster waiting to happen.
Next thing you knew your chest was pressed against his, as you were pulled onto his lap in the dimly lit storage closet, far too small for both of you to get some space from each other. You could smell the sharp scent of alcohol clinging onto him along with a faint smell of dirt and grass.
You open your mouth, only to get cut off once again, with him squeezing your thigh, his expression focused on the closet door ahead, listening carefully. If you strained your ears enough you could hear the continuation of shouts from outside over the sound of your own combined heart beats and breathing.
The close proximity you found yourself in was unlike anything you've ever experienced. You have been able to de-escalate bar fights and subtly protect others in your own way, but this... this finally answered what you should be labeling him as,
He finally had enough of listening for the source of this predicament and glazed back down at you, with a lazy smirk, "So, I guess we're stuck here for a while."
Yeah he was definitely a pervert.
Your eyes narrowed onto him, clearly he wasn't as stressed about the situation at hand more than he probably should. Even worse was that you got roped into this, "Now who's fault is that?" You huffed quietly, trying to find anywhere else to look. "Are you always this impulsive?"
The cowboy only snorted softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back, bringing you impossibly closer, whispering in your ear, "Heh, sorry, darlin. Didn't think they'd keep chasing me." His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, and sent a shiver down your body. You couldn't help but squirm involuntarily, grinding down on his lap.
His hands tightened their hold around you as he let out a muffled groan against the crook of your neck, "Mhm... let me make it up to ya." He mumbles in that low southern draw, before his hips buck upwards, just once, a silent offer. He claims it's for you but, the proximity reminded him just how deprived of physical touch he was.
Always on the road, wild and free, yet no one to satisfy that insatiable hunger, that natural human desire.
The small space suddenly felt unbearably hot with tension and need. You were starting to feel affected too, especially with his stiff bulge rubbing against you.
Common sense tells you to simply leave him and report him to the authorities for whatever crime has him being hunted down.
But you were in a similar position, with work at the Saloon all the time, and that stubborn refusal to take a break, you were just as pent up as he was.
Your hands grip on to his clothes tightly, your throat feeling like sandpaper from anticipation. Common sense suddenly flew out the window. The deliberate roll of your hips, desperately searching for the friction your clothed pussy needed, and you just managed to choke out a reply, "I-I... Please..."
The dark haired man lets out a satisfied moan, as he kisses your neck feverishly as his hands roam around your waist. Your hands grip onto his shoulders for support, as you tilt your head to the side, allowing him to go further.
His hands trail down to the waistband of your flared jeans, slowly tugging them down like the tease he is. His slowness only edges you on, your panties probably soaked beyond belief while you undo the buckle of his belt.
Like a game of tug or war, clothing was thorn off of each other's bodies; the tension that lingered in the air, sharply rose as your lower halves were increasingly growing more bare.
Just as you were about to sink onto that man's hard throbbing cock, the world had its own plans, as the voices that seemed so far away suddenly grew closer.
Your body froze. You had practically forgotten all about the sheriff who was looking for the man you've gotten yourself involved with. You were internally panicking, and yet when you looked back at him he seemed so calm it was almost annoying.
With a confident look, he leaned closer, his hands gripping your hips, "What? You scared, darlin? He whispered, his voice dripping condescendingly.
"You can take it can't you? Just gotta be quiet 's all."
The way he spoke as if it was some challenge, definitely made you more competitive.
Voices muffled in the distance, made the fact that law enforcement could find the two of you in here, in this position, more obvious. However, if only made your body heat up with need, your pussy aching; begging to be filled.
Finally, you braced yourself, as your slick hole slowly took the length of dick.
Your warm insides were already fluttering around him, trying to accommodate to the size. You had to bite your lip hard enough to stop the filthy noises that would have escaped otherwise.
"Yeahh, atta girl.." he groans softly, letting you adjust. He wasn't bothered by the risks this posed but rather, more excited by this fact.
His thumb rubs the plush of your thigh, almost conforming before whispering in your ear, "Come on, fuck me." He leaned back afterwards, giving a clear expectation; he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, you had to earn it.
"B-bastard... Mmm Fuck-" You whimper and complain, and yet you wasted no time lifting your hips before nesting right onto his cock again.
You keep up your pace, a pattern of feeling empty before being filled so deep, again and again, driving you insane. The sound of slapping skin and wetness starting to be your focus rather than the search going on outside the closet.
The cowboy, watching you riding on his cock so desperately lets out rough grunts, feeling your tight warm walls around him, squeezing on every time you manage to take it deeper, "Look at you... taking me like this..."
"Maybe I should come back again... and ngh- fuck ya over that bar table.. Bet you'd like that." He muttered.
You cunt clenches around him, starving for more stimulation. After what he managed to whisper into your ear, staying quiet was nearly impossible. The voices were still oblivious to what was occurring behind closed doors as they spoke.
Your thighs burn and tremble as you bounce up and down on his cock, the smell of sweat and sex filling the closet. You felt his tip press against that sweet spot that was enough to extract a sharp gasp from you, "Ah! Nghh..."
The gasp echoes through the closest, and you immediately halt your movements.
Your folds flutter around his dick in protest of your pause, yet you were holding your breath, hoping that no one heard that.
The dark haired man watches you tense up and listen to see if they would get caught, but the stillness made him restless.
After a beat of silence, his hands grab a firm hold on your hips and lift you up and back down, watching his cock disappear into your cunt, feeling your ass smack against his pelvis.
"Wh- Mmm...! what if they hear-"
"Don't care. Just- let me give this pretty pussy what she wants..."
Your breath is nearly stolen from you, with every time he pushes your body onto it. Your heart stutters in your chest as you feel a swirling knot in your stomach. Your brain feels like it's becoming mush as your pussy squelches with every deep thrust.
As he feels you tightening around him, he grits his teeth, desperately trying to hold back. Bouncing you off of his length, he looks up at your cock-drunk expression.
He knew you were getting close, and he wanted it all, to witness you fall apart because of him.
"C-cumming...! Don't stop... please!" You were already seeing stars, your eyes rolling back as the sound of your moans, and the plaps of skin smacking against skin fill the room. With one last thrust, you were coming apart, your walls tightening around him as you rode out your orgasm.
"That's it... cum for me sweetheart." He groaned, but the dark haired man didn't let off. Instead, he started bucking his hips into you, causing that pleasure he was seeking as you came down on him. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you hold on to him as he finally spills his warm cum into your hole, gritting through his own orgasm, "S-shit... so so tight..."
The closet fell quiet, once filled with the sounds of intimacy now filled with heavy breathing as you try to catch your breath and come down from your high.
You found yourself clinging on to his body, refusing to let go after a vulnerable experience, as you buried your face into his shoulder, "S-so full..." you whined, more to yourself than anything.
Your voice coming out muffled, but he didn't seem to mind, as he held you close just as tight. Despite his exhaustion he still had the energy to comment, "Yeah..? Guess I did a good job then."
You huffed, but didn't say anything in return, letting the quiet moment play on. Almost too quiet now that you think about it. As if you were forgetting about something.
The closet door finally cracks open.
Your heart stops. That's what slipped your mind.
You didn't truly think anyone would find you, and in definitely not while you had an outlaw's dick still balls deep inside you. This was a harsh punishment practically waiting to happen.
You slowly turn your head to meet your awaiting doom.
Your eyes locked on to the sheriff: his eyes wide, drops of sweat falling down his forehead as he swallowed. Hard.
And as your gaze flickers down, you were met with a sight you certainly wasn't expecting either:
A huge tent in his pants, the tip drenched in precum. He was also hard.
Behind you, the outlaw simply smirks at the sight as his length swells inside you. Great, now he was hard again too.
It was clear that your day was far from over.
➜ oc , choso kamo , levi ackerman , geto suguru , shota aizawa , hitoshi shinsou , giyu tomioka , l lawliet , and your favs!
a/n : this started off as a joke(YEEHAW) but, boy did i get carried away. 😅 I hoped you enjoyed the little plot twist (?) Should I make a part 2?? 👀
★ ⋮ 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ⸝⸝ : veil inspired , fluff , more than friends less than lovers , caleb xia x blind!reader , might be ooc ,
Caleb, who you shared a strong bond with since you were small children. Growing up side by side, helping each other explore the vast world only amplifies this.
Caleb's favorite thing is to take care of you. He does it in such a way that doesn't undermine your ability but only shows his care for you. He bends down to buckle the clasp of your heels before you even get the chance to think about it, promptly teasing you with the usual, "I got ya pips." Or a simple, "You don't have to lift a finger."
Caleb, who was honest about how he sees you. It was one of the things he was confident about. Whenever you are getting ready for an outing or even just dressing up to feel good, his response is instantaneous, "absolutely lovely. " It was always that soft yet genuine tone that made your heart flutter effortlessly. Caleb could be honest with himself around you without a second thought.
Caleb who always offered his arm and encouraged you to lean on him. Especially out on walks in the park under the blue sky and cool breeze, he doesn't care what others assume about the two of you. Out in public some may believe you were lovers, others see siblings, even just friendly acquaintances. It didn't matter what the outside thought as long as he had you to himself.
Caleb who describes the things around you in his own Caleb way. As you walk with your arms linked together, you can hear the chirps of birds in the trees and giggles of children, and he makes sure you are not missing any detail. And by details it's usually things like, “I love it when you make that smile.” Or “Aw you're adorable when you make that face.
Caleb who spends the whole day with you, just how you like it. He lets you plan out everything, whether you want to go out shopping, out to eat, or just walking together aimlessly, he'll do it with you. He stays right by your side, not pushing or pulling you, but at a pace that becomes "ours."
Caleb, who can't imagine being without you. He's possessive in ways that you're completely oblivious to half of the time. Whenever he has to be away from you, that feeling of longing settles inside him, and the only cure is you. Whenever someone else gets too close, he's suddenly grateful that you couldn't see his dangerous glare and matched with an unsettling smile. (Somehow you could tell anyways; You've know him too long to miss it)
Caleb, whose body you knew like the back of your hand. When the sunsets and the day is done, you're right beside him, close enough to smell that sweet scent of cinnamon that clings on him. Your hands never fail to cup his face, as your hands roam over his features. You memorized every little line on the palm of his rough hands, the curves of his soft cheek bones, and the slope of his collar bone, where the cold metallic chain of his necklace always lays.
Caleb who's eyes soften whenever he watches you use your hands to envision him. His own hands rest on your back, rubbing soothing circles. Whenever he sees you like this, his worries are put to rest. He had always desired more than what he thought he was deserving of, but when he thinks about your touch, your bravery, just everything about you he can finally set his doubts aside.
Caleb, who's relationship with you was more than anything words could describe. A veil between what the world saw and what the two of you did. A veil between friends and lovers. A veil that only you and Caleb could see through, and meet each other right where you wanted.
➜ a/n: this is written for a friend of mine;tagged below , probably super ooc , it's a bit rushed but pretend you don't notice it , #firsttimewritingsmut
"Y-you're so beautiful..." Gregory whispers, slowly placing soft kisses from your stomach to the plush of your thighs, leaving behind a trail of faded black lipstick marks. He was met with a needy hum, your hips buck up instantly when you feel his warm breath between your legs, your slick pussy begging for attention.
You can feel your body burning with his contact as well as his refusal to give you the touch you so desperately craved. Gregory wanted to take his time with you, leaving his possessive mark wherever he could put his lips on.
He could tell that you were growing impatient, those delicious whines filling the otherwise silent room. He kisses just shy from where you needed him the most, relishing in your quiet sounds of desperation. Watching you squirming, all marked up with his lipstick as a whole new level of satisfaction.
"Mm... May I, darling..?" he finally asks just above a whisper, his voice practically cracks with need for a taste. Your eyes glazed down to meet his dark violet ones, feeling your heart stuttering wildly, and before you knew it you were already nodding. The shaky breath he let out was all he could do in response, before his tongue began lapping up those sweet juices from that drenched cunt.
Wet and sloppy sounds filled the chamber as you gasp, your head tilting back in pleasure. Your legs opened themselves even wider for him, desperately trying to case that pleasure for even longer.
His mouth attacked your poor pussy with precision, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud with a soft hum that sent vibrations through your warm body. "S-so goood..." You praised, your eyes hazy and your mind clouded with sex. "Haaa.. Gregory, fuck-!" You began before your breath was stolen from you as he stuffs two of his fingers into your greedy hole, stretching you out using scissor-like motions, as he continued to eat you out like a starving man.
His tongue and those long fingers of his was a dangerous combination. As he licks long strips along your pussy, his digits were pumping in and out of you, causing your toes to curl. It was even worse (better) when he would switch it up without warning; his tongue shoved in the softest place he knew of, while his thumb rubs rough circles on your hardened clit.
"Don't stop..! Please.." You whine, and he doesn't. Not even when is cock strains against the fabric of his pants, dripping with sticky precum.
His other hand moves to brush the monochrome strands —that slightly obscured his vision— away, his dewy eyes never losing their intense focus on your expressions. He was observing every twitch, every shaky whimper that escaped, just to see how he was pleasing you; how gorgeous you were when you were a total mess because of him.
"Gergory... c-cumming.." You warn as your moans crescendo and your body tenses up, a clear sign that your were arriving at your peak. Gregory lets out a muffled groan while he nods and doesn't stop, your sweet sounds were like music to his ears. Even when he could feel your pussy tightening around his fingers, he only continues to pump them further, his fingers curling up against your gummy walls.
Your eyes shot up beneath your eyelids, body trembling and breathless, yet you still felt Gregory's tongue sucking on your swollen clit without mercy or his patience from before. You're practically sobbing at this point, holding on to whatever was in reach to attempt to steady yourself.
You were shaking from overstimulation, your thighs squeezing around his head tightly. Gregory was right where he wanted to be: suffocating between your legs, tasting that sweet orgasm on his tongue, and witnessing the art that was your voice. He let out a soft groan in your pussy, his cock pulsing before white ropes of cum stain his tight pants.
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the distinct scent of sweat and sex and between you. Gregory finally pulled away, his temple leaning on your thigh and glancing up at you. You could see how smudged his makeup was and how out of breath he was, while he could see how you were completely covered in lip shaped patterns, shaking from stimulation.
