Mikey madison imagines

U are a murderer!

if a killer why so hot??

Amber freeman x g!p reader (girl w penis)

reader and amber are 18 in this

!tw!

Smut, spanking

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned warehouse where you had chosen to confront Amber Freeman. You had always known her to be dangerous, a whirlwind of chaos wrapped in a captivating smile. But now, her actions had crossed a line that you couldn't ignore.

You found her leaning against a rusty pillar, arms crossed, the faint glimmer of her knife tucked into her waistband. She looked up at you with a sly smirk, as if she were challenging you to confront her.

"Did you come to play?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

"Play? Is that what you call it?" you shot back, stepping closer. "You're a murderer, Amber."

Her smirk widened, unfazed by your words. "I did what needed to be done. They had it coming."

You clenched your jaw, a mix of anger and desire swirling within you. "You can't just take lives like that. Someone has to hold you accountable."

Amber's eyes darkened, and she pushed herself off the pillar, closing the distance between you. "And who do you think you are? My judge?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your own desires battling with your need for justice. "No, but I can punish you for what you've done."

Her breath hitched at your words, and you could see a flicker of excitement in her eyes. "Oh? Is that so?"

You didn't wait for her to respond. You grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the center of the warehouse, the tension thick between you. You pushed her down onto a nearby crate, the wood creaking beneath her weight.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" you asked, your voice low and commanding.

Amber raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning. "What are you going to do? Spank me?"

"Something like that," you replied, feeling a thrill at the control you had over her.

With a swift movement, you straddled her hips, pinning her down. She looked up at you, a mixture of challenge and arousal in her gaze. You leaned down, brushing your lips against her ear, whispering, "You need to learn that your actions have consequences."

Before she could respond, you began to tease her, your hands exploring her body as you pressed your weight against her. You felt her breath quicken beneath you, the thrill of power coursing through your veins.

"Please," she murmured, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her bravado. "I can take whatever you dish out."

You smirked at her confidence. "We'll see about that."

You pressed your body against hers, your lips finding hers in a heated kiss. It was a battle of dominance, and you reveled in the way she melted beneath you. As the kiss deepened, you pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.