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[mariistic]

SAVE A HORSE (RIDE A COWGIRL)

cowgirl!shauna shipman × martinez!reader

synopsis: In a town ruled by reputation, temptation is a dangerous thing. A reckless farmhand, the mayor’s daughter, and a desire that refuses to stay hidden—some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. But Shauna Shipman was never one for the rules.

warnings: ambigous gay sex, strap usage, slight dirty talk, she's so hot I need her, headcannons, sort of a forbidden love trope.

🪓 : your father throws a welcome-home party at the town saloon, and that’s where you first see Shauna. She’s leaning against the bar, whiskey in hand, her hat tilted just enough to let you see her smirk.

"Didn’t think the mayor’s daughter would be back."

🪓 : She’s got a reputation—reckless, quick-tempered, with more than a few conquests under her belt—but there’s something about her that makes your breath hitch.

🪓 : you try to ignore her. You fail.

🪓 : Shauna makes it her mission to get under your skin, teasing you about being too proper for a place like Wiskayok.

🪓 : She finds any excuse to be around you—offering you riding lessons, tipping her hat whenever she sees you in town, flashing you that damn grin that makes your stomach flip every time you see it.

🪓 : You tell yourself you’re not interested, but you catch yourself watching her at the stables, her sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing as she works amongst the horses, sweat dripping down her bare sunkissed skin.

🪓 : One night, after yet another town festival, she catches you alone outside. “You keep starin’, sweetheart,” she murmurs, “Makes me think you want somethin’.” Before you can stop yourself, you kiss her.

🪓 : It’s slow at first—secret glances, lingering touches, stolen moments behind buildings where no one can see.

🪓 : But Shauna isn’t one for restraint, and neither are you.

(NSFW under the cut !!)

You sneak out late at night to meet her—riding behind her on her horse, holding onto her tighter than necessary.

She takes you to the abandoned barn on the edge of town, where no one will find you. There, in the dim light, she kisses you like she’ll never get enough.

“You sure you want this?” she murmurs, fingers tracing the curve of your spine. And you do. More than anything.

Shauna is rough, unrelenting, yet impossibly gentle in the way she takes you apart. The barn is warm, the scent of hay and leather filling your senses as she presses you against the wooden walls.

Her strap stretches you open slowly, agonizingly, as her hands grip your hips, keeping you exactly where she wants you. “Look at you,” she mutters, voice husky, “Mayor’s daughter, takin’ my cock so fuckin' good.”

You whimper, clinging to her, overwhelmed by the way she fills you, the way she moves—deliberate, teasing, until you’re begging her for more. Her fingers etched across your hips, bruising them the harder she grips.

Shauna only laughs, pressing her lips to your ear as she thrusts deeper. “Didn’t think you’d be this needy, sweetheart.”

She doesn’t stop until you’re trembling beneath her, wrecked and breathless, her name the only thing on your lips.

When she finally pulls away, she grins, tilting your chin up so you meet her gaze.

“Hope you know I ain’t lettin’ you go now.”

[jameshetfieldsno1writer]

1999 james jerkin it to a photo of a random girl PLEASE and like he’s saying nasty shit

Hands all over

A/N: I fucking need that beefy man SO BAD.

Tw: Smut, masturbation, 1999 James, degration, kirk is a filler character.

Word count: 500!!

Pt.2 here

James’ hands flew through images and pages from the concert, his eyes hungrily searching. He saw her during last nights concert, her face and body stunning as her hair was styled beautifully, long brunette tendrils cascading down her back. His frantic flipping stopped as he settled comfortably on the 38th page. There she was—her eyes, staring up half lidden, her mough agape slightly as if taking a shaky gasp of air. She was fucking mesmerising to him.

James pulled himself free, his length slapping against his stomach as he sighed in relief.

“Ffuck, m’gonna make a mess…” He whispers to himself, grabbing a cloth by his bedside table.

James’ hands trail down to his cock, lazily stroking the head as he feels spurts of precum come out. “Fuckin ssshit…curse this fucking arena and their ‘no meet and greet’ rule—could’ve been in you instead of on my fucking own,”

Soft whimpers leave his mouth as he kicks his heels into the floor. He has a show in an hour and he doesnt wanna perform with a raging erection.

He starts stroking, fast and hard. He keeps a consistent pace, his hand moving with the tempo of his breath. James feels himself twitch in his hand, the veins on his cock rubbing against his hand, throbbing painfully as he groans out again. Curses leave his mouth as he imagines your head taking his length down your throat, the gagging you’d do. He imagined spreading your asscheeks, pinning you roughly to the bed as he rams into you, making sure you can’t walk for a week straight.

His arm comes up to cover his eyes, hoping the imagination takes him somewhere good and pleasant.

“Mhmph god~,” James moans out, hoping to anything tangible that his bandmates in the other room didn’t hear him. “Sssoo..sso fucking pretty—pretty fucking slut…”

He starts stroking himself faster, his heaving getting louder as he spits into his hand to lessen the friction.

“Fucking whore..” he whines, “should’ve been your mouth instead of my hand—“

James is delirious, trying so hard to get off, his erection practically invading all his thoughts. His head is thrown back against the couch as his hand moves vigorously. With one last heave, he feels ropes of cum come out of his dick, splattering on his stomach and the furniture.

“Oh shit…if only it was in her—wouldn’tve made such a fucking mess“ James mutters to himself as he sighs, slumping into the seat with bliss, ignoring his cum on virtually every surface—

——————————————————————

“James have you tried the-“ Kirk swings the door open to the communal room, only to be met with the sight of James’ cock fully on display, still wrapped tightly in his hand. Kirk pauses, assesses the situation, then immediately goes,

“DUDE on our fucking couch?? That was my favourite couch man…now its got your fuckin cum all over it—“Kirk throws his hands up in frustration. “Couldn’t you be a civil bastard and jerk off in the damn toilet like a normal fucking person—?!”

James grins, taking his cum filled hand and grossly flicking it at Kirk, which made him flinch because nothing spells “im completely sane” than your bandmate throwing their arousal at you.

“Man i was hard, do u want me on stage with blue balls?—“ James sniggers, struggling to put his half-hard dick back in his pants.

Kirk reaction to the couch surprised james, considering his whole manhood was out for anyone to see. Kirk sees the photo in james’ hand, then huffs out.

“If it helps, shes comin to our show later, i saw her in line.” Kirk sighs out, pointing at the photo as he sees James’ eyes widen. “Maybe just maybe…you got a chance at an encore with her—and forget what i was gonna ask you about because im not dealing with..whatever this is”

James laughs, before waving a ‘see ya’ to kirk. He’s definitely lookin forward to later.

[kxsagi]

JELLO KURAAA omg ive been so busy and had exams back to back i miss drawing my man anyways while taking a break from studying for my physics exam i drew a quick sketch of isagi with extra swag cuz why not!!!

REI.

I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR ISAGI ART AND YOUR ART STYLE.

btw i do hope that exams are going well and so is studying, please make sure you are resting enough, taking care of yourself, and living a balanced life! 🤍

YOU ARE THE BEST GIRLIE 🫶🏻

[pothepandashotnoods]

SMASH SO HARD RAAAHHHH

[slidingtroughf1]

Smash.

[sweet3nerrr]

fit asffffff

[bazpire]

TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND

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[i-love-def-leppard]