luscious thighs

  • Jimin: *looking for a chair* oh no, where ever will I sit
  • Yoongi: *gesturing to all the empty seats* literally anywhere, every seat is emp-
  • Jimin: *sitting on Jungkook's lap* oh well, I guess I'll just have to settle for this
Heavy Petting (M)

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Genre: Smut, Cathybrid! AU

Word count: 4k

pairing: Jimin x reader

Warnings: rated M, sexual content, language, cat/human hybrid, (reverse?) thigh riding, sub!Jimin

A/N: part of cathybrid!BTS miniseries!

others:  Yoongi   |   Taehyung

fluffy drabble based on this oneshot

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The Advantages To Never Skipping Leg Day

1. You Look Great In A Pair Of Tight Trousers.

2. Your Legs Look Sexy In A Skin-Tight Square Cut.

3. You Balance Well On A Slippery Surface, Whilst Looking Alluring In Budgy Smugglers.

4. Legs Are The Key To Endurance, Speed, And Stamina On The Rugby Pitch.

Never Skip Leg Day!

Woof, Baby!

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Who Needs A Kit?

It Looks As If Kieran Foran Has Sucked His Shorts In Training Today, As He Shows Off His Toned Legs, Muscular Hindquarters, And Thunder Thighs, All The While Demonstrating Incredible Stamina, Strength, And Overall Athletic Skill.

Woof, Baby!

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Bad Girl

Originally posted by sweetramenwonho

(Wonho fluff/angst/smut depending on alternate ending)

“Come on sweetheart, I think it’s home time.” 

Wonho said, just loud enough so you could hear him over the loud pop music in the club as he extended his hand down to you. You were laid on the floor, laughing hysterically at yourself for trying to dance sexy and falling over, almost snapping your heels. The world was spinning so fast, your feet dangling in the air and everything seemed so funny; you didn’t want to go home, you weren’t even tired. 

“Nooo! The party hasn’t even started!” 

You whined, pouting your lips at your boyfriend who seemed incredibly sober compared to you. Maybe you had drank a little bit too much but Wonho didn’t have to be such a party pooper. The man could be so over protective sometimes. Jooheon was standing next to him, trying to fight his grin; apparently it was just Wonho that didn’t think your tipsiness was hilarious. 

“Baby, you can barely stand up. Let me help you up or I’ll make you. I’m not joking jagi.” 

Wonho tried taking your hand but you shook it off, throwing a drunken tantrum like a child, whining that you didn’t want to go home. Wonho definitely wasn’t lying about making you leave. He had such a serious look on his face; he didn’t care what other people would think. With his huge muscles, Wonho found it easy to lift you from the floor and haul you over his shoulder. Instantly, your stomach churned as the nausea hit you. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, Hoseok refused to put you down until you were put in the taxi with your seat belt buckled tight. Your boyfriend sat next to you, knowing you were in a mood with him for making you leave but he found great relief in knowing you were safe. 


Hoseok carried you up to your shared bedroom and laid you down on the bed. You had to admit that the fluffy pillows felt extra good as your head began to thump, along with your sore feet. 

“Don’t move baby. I’m going to get you some water.” 

Hoseok said softly, his deep chocolate eyes glistening and his smile lighting up your life as always. Your eyes followed his perky behind as he started to leave and the the inevitable stage two of drunkenness kicked in; arousal. 

“Wait! Don’t go!” 

You pined after him. Hoseok rushed back to you, worried something was wrong. 

“What is it baby? You want me to take your shoes off? Want some painkillers?” 

Damn, he was so cute and hot when he fussed over you. You couldn’t stop staring at his angel face, his strong, veiny arms, his thick, luscious thighs. 

“You look so pretty…Hoseok, kiss me.” 

Hoseok couldn’t help but chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh no. None of that tonight baby. You’re too drunk and you’ve been a bad girl.” 

But him calling you a bad girl only made the desire between your legs become stronger, making you groan frustratedly. 

“But..but..I want to. I won’t be drunk anymore. I’m sober right now!” 

You lied and it was painfully obvious to your loving boyfriend who was grinning at you. 

“The answer is no baby. I do however need to undress you and get you ready for bed.” 

Hoseok sat you up and began to unzip your tight fitting dress. Just the sound of the zip made your heart skip a beat. How was Hoseok undressing you so erotic? You heard him gulp. You knew he was being a perfect gentleman, even though you didn’t want him to be. The thick bulge in his tight jeans was a tell tale sign that he was feeling the same way and fighting his urges. His fingers fiddled with your bra before it fell from your body and exposed your breasts. With the alcohol still in your system, you didn’t care about your modesty. Instead, you threw yourself at him, wanting him to fuck you so badly. Your boyfriend looked so gorgeous, he smelled amazing. You’d never wanted him so much before. On top of his lap, you claimed his lips, kissing him hard as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. The bulge beneath you was perfect for you to rub your aching clit against. You hoped Hoseok could feel the wetness of your panties. 

“Baby.” 

He groaned, pulling himself away from you. 

“Baby, no. This isn’t right. You’re drunk. I refuse to take advantage of you, no matter how much I want you.” 

He sighed loudly, lifting you off him. He looked frustrated and guilty; all he wanted was to take care of you. He wished you knew how much you meant to him and why he was doing this; he’d feel like a monster if he had sex with you without your proper consent. The feeling between your legs was almost unbearable but yes, if someone asked you where you were then you probably couldn’t remember. You were too drunk but it didn’t lower your desire for the man that was squeezing makeup remover on to a cotton pad. 

“Now, where’s my jagi?” 

He cooed with that magical glint in his eye, wiping the cold pad all over your face, gently across your eyes and lips. Your boyfriend bit his lip, trying his best to take everything off and finally, you looked like his girlfriend again, just as beautiful without makeup. Hoseok wiping your makeup off made you feel tired. Yes, stage 3 of drunkenness: exhaustion. You could pass out anywhere when you were drunk. Your eyelids felt heavier with every yawn. Hoseok’s heart melted, thinking you looked so damn adorable. 

“Where’s Hoseok?” 

You asked tiredly before grabbing a pillow and cuddling it. Wonho laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching you grow more tired, relieved that you weren’t still trying to have sex with him. 

“I’m right here Princess. Are you sleepy baby?” 

He asked softly as he leaned over to run his fingers through your hair. You took a moment to process the question before nodding, making Wonho smile from ear to ear. He managed to get you to drink some water before undressing himself and climbing in to bed with you. The man was exhausted himself, drunk (Y/N) was incredibly cute but hard work.

                                         -Alternate ending-

Hoseok sat you up and began to unzip your tight fitting dress. Just the sound of the zip made your heart skip a beat. How was Hoseok undressing you so erotic? You heard him gulp. You knew he was being a perfect gentleman, even though you didn’t want him to be. The thick bulge in his tight jeans was a tell tale sign that he was feeling the same way and fighting his urges. His fingers fiddled with your bra before it fell from your body and exposed your breasts. With the alcohol still in your system, you didn’t care about your modesty. Instead, you threw yourself at him, wanting him to fuck you so badly. Your boyfriend looked so gorgeous, he smelled amazing. You’d never wanted him so much before. On top of his lap, you claimed his lips, kissing him hard as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. The bulge beneath you was perfect for you to rub your aching clit against. You hoped Hoseok could feel the wetness of your panties.

“Baby.”

He groaned, pulling himself away from you.

“Baby, no. This isn’t right. You’re drunk. I refuse to take advantage of you, no matter how much I want you.”

“Take advantage of me Hoseok. Please. Please I need to be fucked so bad.” 

You begged, your hands running under his shirt, caressing his hard muscles as you grinded on his crotch. Lust, you could see it in his eyes. He wanted to, hearing you beg for it was driving him crazy. 

“Over my knee.” 

He said gently but authoritatively, making you stop instantly. 

“What?” 

You asked with wide eyes, your heart pounding as much as your head. 

“I said get over my knee, now.” 

He repeated. What was he going to do? Was he going to satisfy your cravings? Oh, but Hoseok didn’t sound pleased with you. He thought you’d been a bad girl. With clammy palms and a racing pulse, you climbed over Hoseoks knee, his erection wanting to break through his jeans. 

“I’m going to spank you for your behaviour tonight. You will not get pleasure from this. Tomorrow, when you’re sober and well rested, I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy until it hurts. You will cum for me until you’re sore, understand?” 

You were lost for words. All of a sudden, you’d sobered in seconds, trying to comprehend what he wanted to do. Hoseok took hold of your hair and pulled your head up so your eyes met his dark, powerful stare. 

“Understand?” 

He questioned again. 

“Yes. I understand.”

You managed to croak out. 

“Good girl.” 

You gasped as Hoseok let your hair go, knowing his hands were free. For once, you were thankful that your panties were still on and were going to lessen the pain of Hoseok’s hand. 

“This one is for disobeying me when I asked you to get up tonight.” 

He said before bringing his large hand down on your left butt cheek and slapping it hard. 

“Agh!” 

You winced, hissing through your clenched teeth. You soon found out that he wasn’t going to go easy on you; Hoseok was more than angry. 

“You humiliated yourself and me there and then went on by trying to initiate sex when I explicitly told you no.” 

He balanced the redness on your behind by hitting your right cheek. The sound of the slap rang through your ears. You could feel your buttocks burn and blush yet you still had to squeeze your legs together to ease your arousal. His hard on digging in to your stomach really didn’t help; you squirmed under his hand. 

“Hoseok, I’m sorry.” 

You panted, secretly wanting more. 

“And you told me you understood that you weren’t going to get pleasure from this but your juices are fucking dripping through your panties on to my erection that you gave me.”

You could swear he hit your behind harder with every point he made. 

“Such.” 

slap!

“A.” 

Slap! 

“Bad.” 

Slap!

“Girl.” 

Your heart had never pounded so hard before. Your behind was on fire. Your eyes were teary and all you could think of was the arousal between your legs, screaming for attention. After what seemed like a life time of stillness and silence, Wonho spoke softly. 

“What I’d do to kiss your red ass better but this is all part of your punishment jagi. I love you, so much, never forget that. It’s just sometimes you can be such a bad little girl.” 

Like you were a piece of fragile china, he lifted you from his lap and back on to the soft, plush bed sheets. 

“I’m going to get some cream to put on your cute butt and then you’re going to get plenty of rest for tomorrow. We’re both going to need it.” 

The Line Between Right and Wrong // Vampire!Wonho x Chubby!Reader Smut

Warnings // Voyeurism, male and female masturbation.

This is also kind of takes place in the 1950′s (well it’s not modern)


This couldn’t be that wrong, could it? Sure, a vampire watching an unsuspecting human through her window was an invasion of privacy, but I was her mate. Surely that made it a little okay, right? She just needed a little protection, whether she liked it or not. This was a dangerous neighborhood, fraught with muggers and sleazy vampires, and there was no way that I was going to leave her alone in that environment. She smelt too sweet and warm, corruptible, taintable. An absolutely devastating scent to a vampire and an unfortunate scent for a human to have. Terrible creatures are drawn towards the most innocent and pure; their blood is sweeter than sin, forbidden and untouched. She had caught the eye of every single vampire we came in contact with while on our date, making me feel obligated to stay and watch over her a little bit after I gave her a short and sweet peck on the lips and she thought I left. I couldn’t leave a lady in danger, that would be far worse than what I was doing now.

So I wasn’t doing this for my pleasure. I wasn’t staying just to see her longer, to admire her when she didn’t know I was watching. I was just making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt and that she was safe. My stomach didn’t flip when I saw her walk upstairs and into her room, flicking on the light and setting her purse down on her desk. I didn’t smile when she twirled around her room with her arms spread and a smile on her face, or when she flopped down onto her stomach on her bed, burying her face in the pillow and letting out a cute excited little shriek. I didn’t feel flattered knowing that I was the cause of all of her adorable excitement. 

When I first came to pick her up I had been stunned by her appearance, I looked her up and down (She would never know, it was far too subtle for a human to pick up), not quite used to her unapologetically beautiful and soft features. She was round, curves everywhere, chubby flushed cheeks, puffy lips, doe eyes; all put together with a creamy white dress that fell around the middle of those luscious thighs. Her neck was exposed as was a lot of her chest, her cleavage tastefully displayed. Truly a magnificent creature, representing the best her kind had to offer. We had gone on a simple date, walking through the park arm in arm and chatting about this and that, talking about our weeks as we hadn’t seen each other for a bit. I told her about the antics of my coven mates, how Minhyuk had tricked Hyungwon out of a bag of blood just by saying that the pretty girl at a local shop that he had had his eye on had been hurt, causing him to run out of the building frantically. We continued the date like that, strolling through the darkening paved path. I of course noticed the eyes on us, the way we were being watched by many vampires, wondering why I hadn’t just killed her yet. I had decided to take her back home after one vampire had tried to lunge at her and kill her, and had he not have been held back by his mate whom could see the bond between us, he would have. I walked her all the way to her front door and before leaving I had lightly tilted her face upwards and pressed a soft kiss to her pretty lips. Her heart had sped up before my action, she knew it was coming, and when I actually did it her heart skipped a beat and fluttered in her chest as she let out a breathy laugh. An absolute angel.

I suddenly caught the tendrils of a sweet scent that vaguely reminded me of hers, but it was different in some way. It was warmer, more primal and almost more tempting than the scent of her blood. I furrowed my brows and studied her form, trying to figure out what it was. She was staring up at the ceiling, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth and her chest was heaving, making her breasts slightly bulge out of the top of her dress that she had yet to take off. I trailed my eyes down her form and the source of the smell became more apparent. She was grinding those beautiful thighs together, her hands hovering unsurely above them. She slowly opened them, trailing her fingers gently on the inside of them, getting close to the seam of her pretty lace panties.

I should turn away. I should really turn away. But I couldn’t find my resolve, not when she was standing up out of the bed and slipping the zipper down on the back of her dress, slowly slipping it down her body and tugging it off her hips when it clung to her supple skin. Not when she crawled back onto the bed and laid with her legs spread and her feet planted on the bed. Nor when she glided her fingers down the swell of her bra clad breasts, down the swell of chubby skin on her tummy, stopping right at the top of her panties and repeating the circuit over and over again. Why would I look away from pristine art? 

This was inappropriate. I shouldn’t be seeing this, not when we aren’t married. It didn’t matter that we had been exclusive for almost 8 months. It didn’t matter that I had been alive for almost 140 years. It didn’t matter that I had seen the bodies of naked women on numerous occasions. This was Y/N. A completely different woman, a completely different dynamic. I needed to go. 

“Hoseok…” She sighed, causing my head to shoot up, thinking that I had been caught. Her eyes were closed however, and there was an obvious wet spot in the center of her underwear. She shot up in bed and reached behind her to undo her bra, sliding it down her arms and throwing it off the bed, exposing her gorgeous breasts. She grasped one firmly and kneaded it, leaning her head against the wall and gently scratching the fingernails on her other hand against her clothed center. She let one of her fingers slowly circle her little nub, tearing a whimper from her throat and causing her hips to cant upwards, indulging in the simple action before quickly pushing her underwear down her legs. I slowly palmed over my now straining erection, feeling little pinpricks of pleasure that usually would not affect me too much, but when I was bombarded by the lewd images of my lover, my mate, indulging in one of the most primal acts that a human could participate in and reducing herself to her rawest form, I was a mess.

She was thinking of me. This precious little angel was thinking of me in order to pleasure herself. And her body? Her bare body was more exquisite than one I had ever seen before, skin smooth as silk with stretchmarks and dips of cellulite that only added to the imperfect perfection of her being. I knew I could get closer. I needed to. Before I had time to overthink my decision I quickly crossed her yard and climbed up to her little balcony. I made myself comfortable on the ground in front of her window, hiding myself in the shadows despite knowing that she wouldn’t even feel my eyes on her unless I let her. I could hear her more clearly up here, could see the way her tender and swollen folds glistened with her essence and her little hole clenched around nothing but air. Little hums of pleasure were passing through her lips, her form wiggling against the sheets and her heart was hammering away in her chest, reminding me of the presence of blood in her veins, her fragile humanity. Reminding me how easy it would be for me to hold her hips down on the mattress and to taste her, give her immense pleasure, not stopping until she was an absolute mess, wrecking her pretty little pussy until my tongue, my fingers, my cock, were the only things she thought of. Spilling inside of her, filling her up with my essence, my scent, marking her as my own. 

“So good. Why does this feel so much better when I think of you?” I held my breath, going deathly still and not even daring to breath.

This wasn’t the first time.

The thought of her getting off to me every night, the thought of me being on her most erotic fantasies, caused a hot and overwhelming burst of pleasure to shudder through my being and my desperate attempts at freeing my aching shaft from my pants were hindered by my now shaking hands. A little human, a helpless little girl compared to my age, was overwhelming me. I barely managed to conceal the snarl that threatened to tear out of my throat, my instincts telling me to pleasure myself while I knew my mate was receiving pleasure. I took a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts, focusing on the first task at hand; freeing my erection from my pants. Once that was taken care of, I turned my attention back to my illicit and immoral affair. She was whimpering now, visibly trying to restrain herself from quickly rubbing her little clit, slowly trying to work her way up to prolong the pleasure. She was dripping wet, her musky scent now permeating throughout the crisp night air possibly attracting every single vampire in the near vicinity and my hand lazily pumping my cock to the pace of her slow circles would probably delay my abilities to protect her from them, but I didn’t care. Not when her heart was hammering away in her chest and her whimpers were turning into keens of pure want, she was begging for things to speed up, begging me even though she was only fantasizing and she had complete control over the situation. 

“Come on kitten, a little faster.” I was aching for things to speed along too, the very sight of her was too much teasing for me to handle, the rest of this was unnecessary. I was embarrassingly close, I couldn’t remember the last time that I got this close this quickly. I could see her sopping little hole clenching over and over again, practically begging for something to nuzzle its way inside and fill her up, giver her something to nudge her little spot, to push her into an orgasm that was obviously desperately needed, either that or she didn’t have a lot of experience with putting herself on the edge and forbidding release. With an almost heart wrenching sob, she jerked her hand away from her swollen lips, her hips desperately bucking up to find the missing stimulation and she pinched and tugged at her nipples, keeping her hands busy so she could calm down. It was obvious to see that just slowing down the little circles wasn’t enough to keep her off the edge, and her frustrated little pout was adorable. I removed my hand from my shaft as well, instead rubbing up and down my thighs, wanting to keep my hands busy as well. 

“Hoseok please. Please.” She mewled and I smiled, The fact that I was still on  her mind making me feel giddy. 

“Aish… Why are you begging me? Precious girl.” I bit my lip, almost giggling at the absurdity of this situation. I was watching my little beauty masturbate to thoughts of me, on the verge of begging her to continue so we could both get off, and she was in her room begging me to let her continue, as if I would have a problem with that. 

She continued touching herself again, now rubbing quick circles, just trying to get off, not wasting anymore time on teasing or prolonging the pleasure. I matched my pace easily with hers, feeling the familiar clenching in my lower gut, and I hoped that I could hold off my release. I wanted to watch her reach completion, what was the point of all of this if I didn’t get to see it?

“Hoseok I’m close. Really, really close.” She was proving to be a quiet lover, not letting her voice reach any higher than a breathy whine. No matter, I could still hear every single noise her body produced, from her pounding heart to the slick sounds of her fingers grinding over her clit. A truly sinful symphony, one that only my ears will get to hear. Her legs started to shake and her mouth was parted open with her eyes clenched shut, no sound being made by her mouth.

And then, she was cumming.

Her back arched off the bed and her thighs closed around her hand, grinding her pretty pussy against her chubby hand, little hums of pleasure escaping her lips along with tiny whimpers of my name. Her little mewls sounded so pure and gentle, made her seem so small and helpless, like she couldn’t handle all of the pleasure she was going through. It almost made me want to curl up in bed with her, replacing her hand with my own, making sure she got the absolute most out of her orgasm. Her fingers would curl up in my shirt and she would try to yank me closer, and I would let her, allowing me to hear her pleas and whimpers directly in my ear, her breath fanning across my collarbone, the warmth of her breasts pressing into my chest. I would push her, make her take everything I could give her, until she was crying, until the inside of her thighs was an absolute mess and she was almost raw from the friction, until she was begging me to stop and I would just give her one more, and I would gather her shaking form into my arms and I would love her. Rub her back and sides, tell her that she was such a good little girl, her little hands somehow sneaking into my pants and grasping my shaft…

“Oh fuck.” I threw my head back and softly hissed, my hips slowly thrusting my cock into my fist, the thin ribbons of white allowing me to comfortably ride out my high, my whole body tensing and I harshly bit my lip to contain the snarls of pleasure, my fangs coming out on instinct and nipping into my skin. Instinct to mate, instinct to claim, didn’t matter. I wanted my teeth in her. As I came down from my orgasm, I steeled my resolve and barely resisted breaking in there and taking her, sinking my teeth or cock into her I wasn’t sure, fighting against primal instinct. When I judged that I had myself under control again, I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my head from it’s upturned position, noticing that she was in the bathroom now, cleaning herself up and I decided to do the same, tucking myself back into my pants and taking a folded hankie from my pocket and wiping the cum off my hand, looking around for any that landed outside of her window and wiping that up too. I eased back into the shadows, preparing to stay there for a little while longer. Until she had been asleep for at least a couple hours. 


“Good morning, Gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” I gave her a gentle smile, holding open her front door and ushering her out.

“Like a baby. How did you sleep?” She giggled at this, and I sent her a sly wink, telling her that I slept just as well, deciding to play along with her joke. I was plagued by the lewd images of her arching her back in pleasure, her whimpering my name in ecstasy. She was chatting away while locking up her door, but I wasn’t listening, I was completely captivated by her soft and warm gaze, the warmth of her cheeks, the pillowy softness of her lips, and when she made to walk past me I gripped onto her fleshy hips, effectively holding her in her place, directly in front of me. I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, letting my hand glide down her neck and cup her chin. I gave her a second to take in my features, much like I was doing to her, also allowing me to take in her quickening heart beat as I slowly leaned down, pressing my lips against hers in a sweet kiss. Her hands slid up and down my arms, causing my lips to twitch up into a smile, but I pressed on, trying to hold the kiss for as long as possible, until I lightly drug my fingers up and down her neck, eliciting a light giggle that made her pull away. She was panting and blushing, her heart hammering away in her chest. There was so much love and devotion in her eyes and I had no doubt that if my heart still beat, it would be louder and faster than hers. She tucked herself forward into my chest, nuzzling into my neck and inhaling the scent of my cologne and skin. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling her scent as well. I tried to pull her away from me, afraid that I was the one keeping her there, but she whined and dug deeper into my chest.

“You sweet little girl.” I held her for a little while longer until she pulled away, blushing and fixing her hair and dress.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to touch you.” I giggled and pressed another kiss to the side of her head and I guided her off of the steps, amazed by how much love one could hold for another, and after the events of last night, my love did not change. It only grew deeper.

Aftertaste

Originally posted by jitonic

Characters: Youngjae x Reader

Requested 💕

Genre: Smut

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“They can’t hear us baby” He assured as he quickened his pace slightly, still making your first time together as sensual as possible.

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Prompt; McCree with a plus-sized southern redheaded fem s/o. @redpandapple


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McCree–

° When it came to you and McCree, it seemed like you were two pieces to a matching set. Both your accents were as smooth and sweet as honey and many of your Overwatch teammates could just sit and listen to them all day. And it didn’t help with McCree’s rugged good looks paired with your dynamo beautiful face and body, many people stared at the both of you when you walked hand in hand down the street.


° McCree just couldn’t ever keep his hands off of you. Your full chest, voluptuous hips, thick thighs, paired with those stellar eyes and full lips. And THAT hair. That auburn hair the shone fire colors in the sunlight. And smelled like honeysuckle shampoo. How could he be expected to keep his hands to himself when he had you, his perfect bombshell, around him all the time! And with that mantra repeating in his head, he would slide a hand up your thigh when you sat next to each other. Arm around your waist when standing. Hand always in yours when walking. He just couldn’t help it!


° However not everyone saw perfection incarnate when they looked upon you. And that’s okay with you, as long as they weren’t rude about it. But sometimes that didn’t always happen and you knew how to handle that too. It was always about keeping your poise, keeping your dignity and respect about handling the shit that came your way. And if McCree was there to hear someone say something negative about you or to you about yourself, god help them.


° The two of you liked drinking contests. Between each other mostly, downing one shot after another until one caved. You went to the bar and got your regular seat after you returned from missions. The bartenders knew you. Other regulars of the bar knew and adored the both of you. And sometimes people even gathered around to watch the epic shot contest. You always won but that didn’t bother McCree. The whiskey was lined up and both of you casually took your first shot and clinked them together.


° “To us, darlin’” McCree grinned, his sultry smooth voice like a blanket over your ears as you lifted the glass and tilted it towards him, before you shot it back and slammed the glass down. He did the same, turning the glass upside down and pushing it to the side. You both did this for while, laughing with one another and every now and again leaning forward on the table and kissing passionately. You just couldn’t help it. That sculpted face called to you, and the tickle of his beard on your drunk face made you giggle and smile into the kiss which he absolutely adored.


° Highkey plans on tickling you somewhere else with that goatee in the morning when you both woke up. Sex always after the drunk is what you had agreed on. It helps cure hang overs.


° But your kiss was interrupted when you heard snickering reach your ears and you slide open one eye to see two young men staring at the two of you, obviously talking amongst themselves about the two of you. You pulled away from the kiss, but ignored them, maybe it was just the PDA. McCree gave a pout at the lack of you on him action but perked up when you rose another glass and he did the same. However more laughs came to your ears and McCree picked it up this time as well. He didn’t turn around as he wondered what was so damn funny. Your eyes rose again to the two men as one of them called out.


“Those beer goggles must be thick!” One stated, blowing up his cheeks as you looked at them but suddenly your eyes rolled back into your head in the most sassy, most attitude as you rolled your eyes at his comment. They continued to make jokes, McCree turning his head to look over his shoulder, an aura of hatred and annoyance coming out of his every pore. He placed a hand on the table as he was about to push himself up to deal with the two but you had already been on your feet. McCree looked up at you.


° Come on darlin’, they’re not worth it.“ He stated, but you walked over to the two men anyway, McCree not too far behind in fear of you getting hurt. However he gave you just enough room to handle it.


° You greeted the two men with a killer smile, before you kicked out the stools from under them but on their way falling to the ground, you caught their hair in each of your hands and forced their mouths into the corner of the bar until they both had the wood in their mouth, top teeth biting down on the woodtop, looking at you with worry and fear. You held their heads there, and spoke to them quietly. Your southern accent washed through their ears as you spoke.


° "Eva heard of biting the curb?” You asked gently, “Similar to this position you boys are in right now, howeva its on concrete and you get a stomp to the back of the head. That shit would kill ya. Now this right here is similar, save you won’t get a stomp and I won’t kill ya. Just break every single one of your top teeth outta your jaw and knowing my boyfriend there,” nodding to McCree who looked at the men unamused and pissed off, “He’d make ya eat those teeth. Now, before I really hurt ya, you have the opportunity to pay your tab and get the fuck out of out bar with that stupid shit,” you stated, a chill to your voice as you let go of their heads and the men scrambled, throwing money on the bar top and high-tailing it out of there. You took a deep breath, a smile decorating your lips. “Next rounds on me, fellas!” The bar hollared back its thanks and McCree came up behind you and kissed all down your neck and back up to your face while he hugged you tightly.


° “I knew there was a reason I loved ya, honeysuckle,” he cooed, kissing the sides of your head next as he then pulled you back to the shots on the table. You happily obliged, taking shot aftet shot. As McCree got drunker, his hand travelled further and further up those thick luscious thighs.

Originally posted by meilingziegler