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STALKER

Reader x Andrew “pope” Cody smut MINORS DO NOT READ THIS IS A FUCKING WARNING

I MIGHT HAVE CROSSED SOME LINES

The idea came from a edit on tictok by

(abbots.good.leg) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hTqXy8/

Au: pope has been stalking you for months now. And the last time you saw him was in prison but you didn’t know him well you were his brothers lawyer .

One night going into your apartment he couldn’t hold his urges.

Sorry in advance, blood warning, everything will be consensual just not the stalking who can really consent to that, p in v , fantasies , female pleasure, pinning , spit , dirty talk , language, mentions of death, soaking , mentioning of job, dirty thoughts , jerking , fingering

Again sorry if this is bad I’m rusty.

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You were just getting out of work the office was making you head spin. Being a lawyer wasn’t easy for anyone. But the thrill at the end winning a case good or bad was everything. You looked around for a cab but there was nothing you decided to take the subway instead the ground was wet because of the rain lucky for you it stopped or did it?

It started pouring down getting your clothes all wet it was a bad day to wear a white button up with a black bra. But you hadn’t had time to wash your other clothes because of how busy this case was. You ran down the steps quickly trying not to slip as you got to the bottom. You slipped anyway but a man caught you. “Oh my..thank you I’m so clumsy” you said looking at the man his face was hidden behind a baseball cap and a hoodie he had another jean jacket over that. “No problem sweetheart, just be careful you could really hurt yourself” he said his voice was deep definitely from Southern California. Which you didn’t hear every day sense you were in New York. You nodded “thanks again” you said walking away you looked back he just stood there watching you or at least you thought sense you couldn’t see his face.

You swiped your card then walked past a bunch of men who whistled at you as you rolled your eyes.They comments about your appearance. You just ignored them and acted like you didn’t hear. “Boys these days no respect” an older woman said as she stood next to you. “Trust me at my job it happens all the time but if I walk over to them now saying I want them they’ll panic” you said with a smirk reassuring her you were alright just annoyed.she gave a small smile at you “good dear” she said.

The subway was coming you could hear the sound of it rumbling as you went back-and-forth on your heels, filling your hair, dripping down your back from the rain. Your heels made it a tapping noise, and then a gust of wind came through when the subway went through. The doors clicked open and you stepped in with the other lady finding a seat as others got off. You sat down crossing your legs and leaning back feeling the warmth from the previous person sitting there. The lights flashing by as the subway started to move. You honestly rather be in a cab even if it was longer the subway always made your stomach feel weird.

Your stop came and you got off giving the old woman a small gesture smile before leaving. Your heels hit the concrete making tapping noises and you prepared yourself to walk up slippery steps and going out into the rain.

Andrew’s pov

You got out late like normal but just in case he always came a hour earlier. Afraid to miss you. He was glad he didn’t. He saw you running in the rain to the subway which wasn’t normal. But there was no cabs around. He didn’t like this there’s bad people in those subway trains. He didn’t want you to get hurt. Don’t be stupid y/n he thought to himself as he followed. He put his hood up stepping into the streets following you as you ran into the same puddle as him. You ran down the steps slipping he caught you.

“Oh my..thank you I’m so clumsy”

“No problem sweetheart, just be careful you could really hurt yourself”

He thought about how careless you were sometimes but thank god you had him to look after your every move. He thought of himself as your guardian angel.

The first time he got this feeling to protect you, it was October 10th, you were visiting him in prison to ask him as witness for another case you were working for his brother baz. And man did he fall for you. You wore this tight pencil skirt and black vest covering your goods so perfectly he was drooling and stuttering the whole time. You asked him questions about himself and you really listened he never really had anyone do that to him. You gave him a smile that damn smile was burned into the back of his head. “Thank you for time Andrew it really means a lot” you said wrapping everything up. “Any..time sweetheart” Then it hit him he was worried about your safety out in the world without him, a sweet girl like you could get hurt. The bad things guys do to girls like you.

You needed him.

Now it was a year later he got out 7 months ago and he’s been watching you ever since he got out. He was so happy you were safe and still working. He didn’t like how you were going out with so many different guys. Luckily you never took them home ever well actually he never let a second date happen. He’d find out everything about the guy and then track him down then beat the living shit out of them or just warn them never to speak to you again. The beating where for the ones who kissed you on the first date. Who kisses his girl right in front of him? He knew you didn’t know any better but one day you’ll know so it’s not your fault. He’d meet them before you did and take them into an ally and start punching till he heard broken bones or saw enough blood to make the blood drive happy.

Don’t get him started on your friends encouraging you to do one night stands. It made his head pound from all the anger seeing the text come through. And yes of course he hacked into your phone to make sure you were okay and to see who you were texting. But your friends need to stop encouraging that behavior it’s embarrassing at least his good girl didn’t fall for it. He knew you were one of the good ones.

His favorite part of the night was when you were asleep alone in your apartment. It was so easy making a copy of your keys it’s like you wanted him too. He loves watching you sleep it’s so peaceful. But one night you couldn’t sleep. You were distracted by something frustrated even. You had nothing on but a big t shirt and your black panties. You opened your legs wide and started touching yourself rubbing your clit and folds like no one has ever touched you before you were so hungry for an orgasm. Andrew just sat in your bathroom and watched you as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers slowly going up and down following your pace till you went faster. “That’s it good girl cum for me”he whispered in the other room cuming all over his hands wishing it was deep inside you. Watching you cum was the best thing he’s ever seen and he saw it a couple times by now but each time you did he make sure to steal your panties that you came in.

Now present day

He heard the boys talking about you and it drew him up a wall he tilted his head trying not to be full of anger. They’re talking about his girl like that he should kill them he thought. He thought about gutting them like pigs. But you stepped into the subway and he followed staying at the far end watching your every move. When your stop came you got off immediately and he followed all the way to your apartment in the rain. Now he had to wait for a bit before following you upstairs. So he grabbed a coffee and sat under a bench that had a roof over it for the bus stop. He watched you from your window getting ready for bed. “First she showers, then eats, then gets Dressed then brushes her teeth then…skincare and reads for about a hour till she passes out”he said to himself as he looked at your window. You did all the things he said you were a creature of habit. And he knew the rhythm of it.

You laid in bed looking at the text messages from Derek a guy you were seeing but he hadn’t texted you in 2 days. This was the 3rd guy to ghost you. You honestly started to think you were the problem. “What did I do wrong?” You said to yourself shutting your phone off. You climbed into bed after doing your nightly routine. You were so tired from the day you fell asleep immediately.

Andrews pov

He went up to your apartment, walking up the stairs, unlocked your apartment door, and then shut it behind him, leaning his back against the door as he looked around he saw your light in the kitchen that you had just in case you needed a glass of water he thought it was very cute.

 he slowly walked into your bedroom seeing the light from outside shining in he saw you sleeping in your bed peacefully he thought you were so beautiful. He walked over as you wrapped your leg around the blanket as you were getting hot while you were sleeping. he saw that you were only wearing panties in a big T-shirt in the view made him very happy he started to grow hard.

He was enjoying the view until his intrusive thoughts won. He pulled your panties to the side and started playing with your pussy rubbing clit making you moan. He was doing this for about five minutes until you realized in your deep sleep what was going on . It shocked you.

He got it just in time and climbed on top of you and pinned your arm back behind your back.

“ please don’t scream I just wanna make you feel good”

Your pov

And also quickly and you took a moment to think he saw his face realizing it was Andrew Cody, who they call Pope. He was a witness that you were interviewing for his brother‘s case.

What he didn’t realize that you were realizing that you had a fantasy about this years ago about a hot man breaking into your apartment, fucking living daylight out of you.

“Please let me”

He was begging.

He liked it when men begged.

This whole time he was still fingering you hitting the right spot each time no man has ever done that to you .It causing you to moan and not think straight so you nodded. The next thing you knew he was taking off his shirt you saw his freckles all over his body and his abs were like a soldier’s abs. he flipped you over pulling your panties down and went right for your pussy. He started eating you out like your pussy was the air He had to breathe. He started off slowly, licking, and then devouring your folds, licking your hole, watching you moaning, and going nuts above him.  he was making him harder and harder you could tell as he was stressing into the bed.

You felt not coming in your stomach. “ that’s a pretty girl come on my face. Use my face use me” he said as you started to come all over his face, rubbing it against his face he was moaning, tasting all of you.

You pulled away and had a big smile on his face. He leaned in and began to kiss you making you taste yourself, stuck his tongue down your mouth, making a dance with your tongue, filling it with all your juices.

“ I’m not done with you yet. I’m gonna stretch your little pussy out”

You gasped as his tip sprung out of his boxers hitting you sensitive clit. He spit on his mouth rubbing it on his tip then hitting your clit a couple times. Making you squirm underneath him.

Andrews pov

Andrew was in heaven

He pulled your big T-shirt off of your body and leaned back down sucking on your nipples licking so softly. He smirked at your moans. Without giving you warning he pushed his thick tip into your entrance. He pushed into your slowly going into deeper. He went on his knees and held your legs by his side. He opened them up more making open yourself up. “Fuck Andrew”

Your moans made him thrust faster not caring if you adjusted yet “mhh..you’re so tight for me..you hear how wet your pussy is getting on my cock”. He said thrusting deep making you feel his pre cum dripping down your ass. You felt every vein on his cock and he felt every time you clenched around his cock.

“Such a good slut , you were begging for me to do this to you the first time we met i could see it in your eyes baby”

He said reaching down grabbing your throat squeezing it. He was choking you out and rubbing your clit at the same time. He was also watching your tits bounce up and down he was getting closer to cuming because of the view he had.

He felt your clench hard around him. This man broke into your home and now he’s fucking you like he owns you in that thought you started gushing from your hole. You were so turned on letting this man own you. He was a dangerous man too but you didn’t care at the moment. And he loved how your body was trusting him he knew it would.

“I’m close daddy! Andrew I’m gonna cum”

You moaned so loudly making him thrust faster and faster and harder.

“Cum for me, cum on my cock show it how much you love it. Soak it baby..”

He said as you released yourself onto him while he rubbed your clit faster. You almost screamed his name as he grabbed your ankles and thrusted as fast as he could sweat going down his face as his face went red. He came so Deep inside you letting out moans and little thrust pushing the cum deeper so it didn’t spill out.

“Fuck!..I love you” he said spilling more cum into he didn’t realize how much he had for you as he fell on top of you letting his cock soak in your pussy.

Sorry it’s filthy

[rangerxoc]

Reader x Andrew “pope” Cody SMUT MINORS DONT READ

Reader is at her family cabin for summer break from college and everyone. She’s all alone till a stranger comes by and things turn for the better.

WARNING, ok i haven’t wrote anything sense i was like 14 but im 22 now so bare with me if you read this! Sorry i’m rusty. I just wanna write something im also at work.

Warnings… smut, p in v , bj, he’s a munch,age gap reader (20-25) he’s 45, blood mentioning, reader is female, body type is mentioned also unprotected sx

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You always, ALWAYS went to your family’s cabin. You were packing your things up for the trip. “Why do you have to leave me” your best friend Blake said from 3rd grade said as she was sitting on her bed. “ I need to get away from all this..my mom is literally having an affair my dad is acting like it isn’t happening and they keep…me away from the world they keep sheltering me away…im suprised the they left me go to the cabin alone…but you can come if you want” you said with a smirk on your face knowing she’d say no. Even though you did need a friend really badly. With everything going on at home you needed a break and summer was her so you finally got a break from college. You didn’t even party at school because you were so focused on getting good grades and getting out of school then moving far away. “Absolutely not.. mosquitoes ..fish..no men in sight.” She said rolling her eyes jokingly . You rolled your eyes and put your backpack on. “I’m happy about all those things..well scratch the mosquitoes” you smirked till she said…

“No wonder why you’re still a virgin..” she said getting up from your bed and walking out your room and walked you to your car. You were a bit taken back you didn’t make the for guys ever one because the guys at school were not close to your type. You actually didn’t know what your type really was. You never really thought about it, of course you played with yourself a bit here there when you were stressed at school but never really pictured yourself with anyone. Maybe sometimes you just pictured a hot guy you saw on a show. You got to your car and got in “have fun without anyone..loser”Blake teased she always acted better than everyone it drove you insane but she was a good friend deep down she’d kill for you if she had too. “I will have fun ima go swimming naked” you said turning your car on and driving off leaving her laughing. Your drive was a hour away so you stopped at a gas station to get some water and snacks.

You heard a man behind you talking to someone who seemed to be his brother the conversation seemed intense but you didn’t wanna get involved. So you paid once it was your turn in line. “$25.50” he handed the man money and grabbed your stuff. “Craig we only have 25 miles left relax..” the man said but you ignored it. You went to your car and got in started to drive off you saw two other guys one who looked 16 the other looked 27 blonde hair down the his neck. They watched you drive off it made your stomach turn but you kept driving and checking if anyone was following luckily they didn’t.

“I swear I’m never going on vacation with you again pope!” Craig said leaving going to the truck “awe did I hurt someone’s feelings..because I’m not letting you snort your feelings” Andrew said smirking smirking as he ran his fingers through his hair. He saw Josh and Deran. “Can we not do this , on this trip we finally don’t have baz with us and we don’t need to be fighting.” Deran said annoyed. They both nodded and stayed quiet as they went into the truck. Not even 5 miles later they popped a tire.

“FUCK FUCK…FUCK!!!” Craig said yelling trying to get the tire off on the side of the road. Andrew leaned his body on the truck crossing his arms and his legs crossed as he was looking down at his boots “and everyone says I have anger issues” he said mumbling a bit with some sass. Craig just looked up at him and gave him a glare not wanting to fight anymore. “Someone should look for a good camping spot for now..I just finished calling triple A and they aren’t gonna be able to help up till tomorrow” poor Joshua said as they all turned their heads to him looking pissed off like it was his fault. Deran snapped his head back at Craig “who the fuck doesn’t have a spare tire on there 250,000 truck!” He said so pissed off “we’re supposed to be by the beach by now but nooo!” He was really annoyed because everyone had been arguing for the last 6 hours and now he was ready to kill somebody. “We had to go to a different beach to surf when we live right next to a beach..”

“I’ll go look..you guys stay here” pope opened the back door of the truck grabbing his bag and his gun tucking it in the back of his jeans. He didn’t say anything but that and started walking down a path he saw a little bit back.

You were in the cabin and the sun was still out so he dropped everything off and went down by the lake that was a 2 minute walk away. You had towel your water bottle a Dr Pepper of course and a book. You got to the water and looked around everything was so quiet.

You started stripping down till you were naked you only did this one other time last year. You stepped into the water it was warm not freezing. It hit you knees then your thighs then you dived into the water swimming down then back up. Kicking your feet and running your fingers through your wet hair. You swam around went towards the small water fall. You felt free and safe till you turned around seeing a man standing near your towel. “Fuck” you whisper into your teeth swimming still.

Andrew kept walking he got to this cabin and went up and knocked on the door not seeing anyone but a car. He got no answer he walked over to the car and felt the hood it was warm. His eyebrows frowned as he looked around “HELLO!” He yelled no answer. He licked his lips and saw another path it looked like there was foot prints in the sand. So he followed then he was gonna ask whoever owned the place if they could stay there or help at least. He walked the two minutes and saw the stuff on the ground then saw the 20 something year old in the water. “Fuck” he whispered not in a I want her way in a she can’t help us way. He saw the Harvard law hoodie on the ground and her shorts and he saw her panties also he raised his eyebrows. “Sorry to bug you sweetheart…my brothers and I just got a flat on the main road and I saw what I believe is your cabin looking for some help..see my brother is a idiot for not having a spare” he said as you swam close he couldn’t see her body yet he didn’t know if he wanted too or not yet but her face was quite beautiful. “I don’t really know anything about cars..” you were swimming in the middle now as he was just staring at you.

“Why is he staring?” You asked yourself “oh that’s fine ..you need a swimming buddy?”he said tilting his head as he was reading your face a bit. You covered your chest as you looked at your stuff his eyes followed yours. “Uh..no I’m good..I came out here to be alone..” you said wishing you didn’t say the alone part you were afraid something bad was about to happen. But then he sat down. Did he not hear about the wanting to be alone?

“Yeah I get that I don’t wanna go back to those idiots…you seem like good company..and you’re smart I see Harvard law..impressive” he smirked as grabbed your Dr Pepper and opened it. “Hey that’s mine!” You said still in the middle of the water. “What are you gonna do you’re in the water naked..” he shrugged and took a sip he smirked watching your eyes roll he got up “here I’ll make it fair” he said putting the drink down he slipped his backpack off and took out his gun which made you hold your breath but he put it down on his bag like it was nothing. He started unbuttoning his shirt. “You don’t gotta do that…” you said so confused and nervous at the same time. “I already started” he smirked as he took both his boxers and pants off after kicking his boots off. He had freckles all over him his hair was nice and curly he looked clean but you saw all the cuts and bruises on him. He was a dangerous man. Not to mention he was also huge downstairs and he wasn’t even hard..yet. He jumped into the water diving in actually. He didn’t get too close.

After he got into the water Andrew saw her body under the water he could tell she was trying to hide your body he didn’t get why the was one of the best bodies he’s seen in awhile. He swam up to the top of the water wiping his eyes and nose he just stared at you . Like he was reading her mind. The more he looked at you he liked you. “How old are you?” He asked as he got a little closer to you. But you swam back a bit “old enough” you said testing the waters. “Old enough to be by yourself naked? How about old enough to be fucked?” He saw you blush so fast he smiled tilting his head. “Oh shit …you’re a virgin?!” He said a bit suprised after seeing your naked body. “Am not!” You said quickly “oh baby don’t start lying to me.” He said quickly back as he swam right up to you. You smelt like vanilla and coconut. He tried not to sniff you but you smelt so good. He felt him twitch a bit. “Fuck me” he thought to himself.

You froze when he got closer he was so handsome to you now that he was close. His face his muscles his hands. You caught your breath. Your heart was pounding. “I am. A virgin..” you gulped as you felt his big hands grab your hip right under the bone. Your eyes looking into his light brown eyes almost green. He nodded not saying anything else his other hand went around the back of your neck. He raised his eyebrows looking at your lips then eyes you nodded giving him the yes to kiss you. The second his lips touched you, you gave in. He pulled you in closer wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked a bit feeling your body against his. He grabbed your ass squeezing the side on your left while his other hand behind the back of your head. Keeping your lips together the wet kisses felt amazing.

You had kissed guys before but this was a Man kissing you. He was following you trying not to be rough he pressed his head against yours pulling from the kiss. “Do you wanna stay a virgin or no?” He asked looking deep into your eyes as he waited for an answer. You were so confused so many emotions your pussy was screaming no you didn’t. Hell even your nipples we’re begging. You gulped as you looked away for a second then back at him “no..” you saw him smirking again. He let go of you and swam to the edge he waited for you as he laid your towel out. “Lay down” he said as you swam to the edge you didn’t realize how wet you were till you got out of the water you were still nervous as he looked at your naked body but it made you feel better when you saw his cock growing hard.

“Yes sir” you said as you laid down on your back. He rolled his eyes back into his head getting turned on by your words. “This is messed up but what’s your name?” He asked as he lowered himself down to your feet. “Y/n” you said chuckling a bit. He chuckled too “well y/n ima eat you out if that’s okay?” He said slowly opening your knees as your feet were flat on the towel. You nodded answering your question “Such a pretty pussy..you know that. This is the best pussy I’ve ever seen beautiful” he said lowering his face to your right thigh. He couldn’t help but smile seeing you holding your stomach and holding your breath. “Shhh baby relax I’m not gonna hurt you ima make you feel so good i promise” he started kissing down your thighs more as he got closer you closed your eyes and then felt it felt him slowly licking your clit. Slowly you bit down on your lip as he continued to lick. “No baby I wanna hear those moans”. He looked up seeing your eyes closed you nodded you just didn’t wanna embarrass yourself. He started licking again going into your folds your moans starting coming out. Which made him groan as he loved the taste of you feeling how wet you were getting in his mouth. You buckled your hips up as he continued the moans got louder. “Fuck ..that feels so much better than my fingers” you said as he chuckled.

He started devouring your pussy groaning yearning for more. He gulped it all down licking your hole as he wanted to go deeper inside. He couldn’t stop himself till he noticed you started to buckle more and started riding his face up and down. “That’s it sweetheart fuck my face”he said going faster and faster trying to get you to cum. You felt your stomach knotting not like being your face was hot and flushed as you were trying so hard to reach that high. You were drooling and moaning feeling his hands move up to your breast as he played with your nipples sending waves to your clit. Then you felt the release my gosh did it feel freeing.

He was holding his breath as he started licking you clean you were so sensitive now as he continued to lick everything “you taste so good sweetheart i could eat you all day” he said pulling back for now he now wanted to stretch your pussy out. You were catching your breath as you saw him hovering over you. “That felt so good..” you gasped feeling his tip on your clit he looked at you with hunger. You felt his tip go to your folds you nodded saying yes. Which didn’t take long he slipped his tip in and out of you seeing if you could handle it. You looked down watching as he spit on his hand and started covering his cock with his spit. It was way better than porn you thought. You looked up at his face seeing him watching you.

“Your tits bounce so perfectly…i really think the universe wanted me to fuck your perfect body today baby” he said shoving his cock into causing you to whine. “Shh baby deep breaths I got you baby don’t worry.. I got you” he said letting you adjust for a second and slowly started thrusting in and out. You held onto his arms that were on each side of you. “That’s it baby take my dick like a good girl.. it’s only gonna hurt for a moment don’t worry I know I’m too big for you right now but soon your body will enjoy it” he reached down rubbing your clit softly. “It’s starting to feel good sir” you said in that moment he started thrusting a little faster. You legs went up around his waist “you’re so fucking tight baby oh ..fu-uck” he said moaning as he held himself up with one arm tapping his hand on you clit with the other. You went on your elbows letting your legs down opening them wide for him you wanted to watch him go in and out. Your tits bouncing up and down and all around made him go faster he loved your tits so much. “You keep clenching around me like that I’m gonna cum so deep inside you baby..fuck that sounds so good cumming in you and watching it come out”. You moaned at the idea of being filled with this strangers seed.

You got a bit cocky “cum in me daddy” you said smirking he felt you clenching around him. You looked into your eyes as he grabbed your throat. He went faster your stomach started to knot again “fuck don’t stop”

“Call me daddy again, please baby I cum so deep into your tight little pussy say it now” he said choking you lightly “please daddy cum in my pussy..please I beg you daddy” you said as he started to cum so deep in you your high came he rubbed your clit so fast you started to cum while he was cumming. “FUCK” the both of you said at the same time. “Damn baby..you’re so good” “I’m really glad you came to the lake”

“I’m definitely not leaving you..” he said as he kissed you again finally pulling away “you’re mine now baby” he said kissing you again “sir i don’t even know your name..”

Im not proof reading this so my bad if i fucked up. I hope you enjoyed.

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the car creaked faintly as Tommy shifted back into the cramped rear seat, shoulders brushing the ceiling, long legs twisted awkwardly to make room for you between them. the night outside was pitch black, the street empty, only lined with houses and lamp posts. his car windows tinted to hell and back, no one could see in, not even if they walked up and pressed their face to the glass. and Tommy knew it. he smirked as you crawled in after him, your knee brushing his thigh, your breath already a little heavier

he pulled you close, palm against the small of your back, his other hand already pushing up under your shirt like he couldn’t wait another second. you straddled him, knees planted on either side of his hips, his belt buckle cool against your inner thighs. the seat wasn’t built for this, and he definitely wasn’t either Tommy was all limbs and broad shoulders, but he made it work, gritting his teeth as his head tilted back against the window with a quiet thunk

“you always bring condoms” you murmured, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slowly, tracing your nails over the tight muscle of his stomach

“Yeah” he said, his voice a low rasp “didn’t think we’d need one tonight.”

you kissed him slow at first, then deeper, his tongue curling against yours. you were already grinding down onto the hard bulge straining in his jeans, feeling how warm he was through the fabric, how badly he wanted this. his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing, thumbs pressing in

“need you Tommy” you said against his mouth

“no condom?” he asked, already knowing the answer, but his voice trembled like he had to hear you say it

“no condom.” you breathed. “i’m on the pill. doesn’t matter to me”

but it mattered to him. you felt the way his chest hitched, the way his breath caught and he stared at you. Tommy loved you in all the messy, selfish ways he could. no condom between you just skin, warmth, and the kind of intimacy he never had with anyone else. to Tommy, unprotected sex meant he had you in a way no one else did, like this wasn’t just fucking, it was something deeper. more personal, only yours and his

he unzipped his jeans with a grunt, hard cock springing free flushed and already leaking. you reached between you, wrapping your fingers around him, stroking slow, watching the way his head lolled back against the seat “shit” he whispered, jaw tight “you’re really gonna let me…”

you shifted your hips, teasing your entrance over the thick tip, soaking wet and ready “Tommy I always let you.” you whispered “plus want you to feel everything.”

and he did. you pushed down slowly, his cock stretching you open, inch by inch, both of you gasping from the pressure, the sting, the closeness. your nails dug into his shoulders, his hands trembling on your waist as he filled you to the base

“F-fuck” he groaned, hips twitching up “you’re so warm… fuck, I can feel everything.”

“supposed to” you said “this is just for us.”

you started moving, slow and grinding, taking your time, rolling your hips as you watched his face with each pass of your slick walls around him “Ah fuck yeah, like that, just like that” he gasped, fingers bruising on your hips. his cock throbbed inside you

the car rocked gently, quiet creaks and breathy moans filling the space. you leaned in and kissed him again, he kissed back just as hard, tongue pushing deep, groaning into your mouth as you tightened around him. his thighs slightly shook beneath you, his stomach tensed, his hands couldn’t stop gripping you like he might never get to again

“you feel so good” he said, barely holding on, voice cracking “taking me so good.”

you clenched down, hard, watching his eyes roll back, his head thumping the window again “you like being inside me raw, don’t you?” you murmured, lips against his jaw “like knowing it’s just us, nothing between us.”

he nodded helplessly, hips jerking up to meet each bounce “y-yeah, fuck. yes, yes. I love it, love you like this, so much-”

the air inside grew thicker and heavy. the windows were fully fogged now, no view of the street or sky just the two of you. Tommy’s back was sticking to the seat, sweat along his temples, sliding down the side of his neck. he looked like he was coming undone, and you naked in his lap, thighs straddling him, your body slick and flushed moving on him like you belonged there.

you’d done this before, more than a few times. it wasn’t new, but for Tommy? it always felt like the first

there was this look he always gave you right as you started to ride him like he was watching something private and intimate and his alone

his hands slid up, palms warm as they cupped around the sides of your neck, his thumbs brushing under your jaw, not tight, just holding there. you came down slow, and his mouth parted into a soft sound

“Ffffuck…”

his head tipped, resting against the window, the fogged glass cool against his temple. his jaw slack, breath coming in ragged. he stared at you like he couldn’t believe you were real, like having you this way, without anything between you, wasn’t just a good fuck, but something that gutted him. he’d told you once, half drunk and flushed, that it always felt special when he came inside you. he knew it was stupid. knew it was just sex, casual, whatever.

but still, he pulled out every single time

and now was no different. even with your pussy clenching around him, even with his cock soaked and twitching deep inside, even with you whispering against his neck “Just cum in me Tommy. it’s okay, I want you to” he couldn’t, wouldn’t

he shuddered, teeth gritted, arms tensing as he suddenly pulled you off with a low gasp. you grunted as he slipped free, sticky and aching and frustrated, but you knew what was coming. he wrapped one hand tight around the base of his cock, jerking himself fast, desperate, with slick sounds

you watched him. sweat dripping off his nose, chest rising in sharp, ragged breaths. eyes locked on you. his other hand was still cupping your neck, thumb stroking softly over your pulse

“I f-fuck, I wanted to…” he choked voice cracking “…wanted to cum in you so bad-”

“you could’ve” you murmured, rubbing your hand up his chest, kissing his throat “I’d let you. I always let you.”

“Yeah” he groaned, head falling back again “but that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

then he came, with a stifled groan, thick white ropes spilling over his knuckles, coating his hand, dripping onto his stomach. he squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched, trembling all over like it broke something deep in him every time he did this

you kissed his cheek, sweetly, softly. like none of this meant anything more than what it was

and that’s what fucked with him the most

he wiped himself off with a napkin from the glovebox, still panting, and you shifted back to sit beside him.

Tommy stayed like that, arm draped across his lap, watching you out the corner of his eye. he’d been ready for this all night, hadn’t touched himself since last week. had spent hours pacing his room, changing his shirt, debating whether to clean the car. all of it because he knew, just knew, he’d get to have you like this again

he hated that you didn’t seem to feel the same ache afterward. because for you, it was just sex, good sex. but for Tommy, it was a way of saying everything he couldn’t say out loud, every word he swallowed, every glance he held too long, every night he dropped you off and had to pretend he wasn’t going to miss you the second you walked away

the car was quiet again except for the sound of your breathing, heavy, uneven, sweetly out of sync. both of you were naked, the leather seat beneath your skin warm and a little sticky with sweat. your thighs still trembled slightly from how fast he’d pulled you off him. Tommy sat beside you, posture slumped, chest still rising and falling like he hadn’t quite come down yet

his cock still half hard, twitching against his stomach, slick and flushed. you could feel the warmth of it when you leaned against his side, your shoulder brushing his bicep. he hadn’t lasted long, and he knew it. you felt him shift beside you, that tiny movement of guilt washing over him before his hand reached over, fingers gently stroking up the soft inside of your thigh

“I didn’t mean to finish so fast” he said quietly “You didn’t even- fuck I’m sorry, I just…”

you turned to him, eyes half lidded “It’s okay” you said, but your hand came down to his anyway, brushing the back of it softly. you intertwined your fingers, then spread your legs a little more open with a slow shift of your hips

“I still want to”

that was all it took

Tommy leaned in, his eyes moving down your body, then back up to your face as if double checking you were still here, still soft and warm against him. he kissed you once slow, intimate and then slid his hand down between your legs

his fingers were warm, spreading your folds apart, dipping into your entrance with a quiet wet sound that made both of you inhale. he groaned softly under his breath as his fingers curled inside, stroking that spot that made your breath hitch instantly. his head dropped down, lips grazing your collarbone, then dragging lower.

he kissed down your chest, tongue flicking lazily across your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, warm and soft and gentle. you gasped, hand tightening on his shoulder, the other bracing against the seat as your hips started to rock into his hand. he was good with his fingers, so good, finding that rhythm quick, curling them just right, thumb circling your clit in slow passes

“Mmnh… fuck Tommy” you moaned, head tipping back against the seat. his buzzed hair scratched softly along your belly as he moved lower, his mouth kissing a trail across your stomach, soft open mouthed kisses that left warm marks on your skin. he looked up at you from under his lashes, face flushed, lips parted as he worked his fingers faster

your thighs trembled, pussy clenching down around him, his free hand came up to hold your side, holding you as your orgasm began building up. you felt his cock twitch against your leg, still hard, rubbing against your stomach every time your body shifted against him

“oh my god, Tommy right there yes, yes-”

you finished with a soft cry, hips bucking into his hand, walls pulsing around his fingers, thighs squeezing tight around his wrist. your nails dug into his shoulder, and he didn’t stop just slowed it down, coaxing you through it

when the tremors faded, you slumped against him, fully relaxed now, cheek to his chest, breathing in the musky sweet scent of his sweat and yours mingled. his arm came around you instinctively, holding you close, like you were something he couldn’t let go of. your giggle broke the quiet. soft and breathless, the post orgasm haze making everything feel a little brighter

“What?” he asked smiling, still a little dazed

you leaned over him, your bare chest brushing against his, the tip of his cock sliding slick along your stomach again. he groaned under his breath at the contact, but didn’t move, just let you shift until you were half in his lap again. you reached up, your fingertip pressing into the fogged window beside you, slowly drawing something

a heart. small, and lopsided

Tommy stared at it, then at you

you turned back, chin resting on his shoulder “It’ll disappear in a few minutes anyway.”

he nodded slowly, smiling like he wasn’t swallowing down a thousand words

he wanted to ask if you ever thought about what this could be, what he could be, if you gave him more than just these nights

but he didn’t, he never did

because what was the point? you always kissed him sweetly when he dropped you off, fingers lingering on his arm, that little grin like you’d just shared something intimate and sweet but now it was time to say goodnight. he’d watch you walk up your steps, wave over your shoulder, disappear inside

and then he’d sit in his car for another ten minutes, hard again, and heart twisted

he knew he’d do it all again next time, and the time after that

been thinking heavily abt bsf!Tommy… song was BLASTINGGGG when i wrote this can u tell ☹️

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Time is a flat fuckin’ circle 😂

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𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜; ༄.°

✰ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: poison by bell biv devoe (4:21) // 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ " she'll drive you right out of your mind, steal your heart when you're blind - beware she's scheming, she'll make you think you're dreaming. " ꩜ .ᐟ

bob reynolds (thunderbolts*) - this. man. praise kink (you telling him he's doing good and being a good boy will set him off and he'll be hyper fixated on making sure you feel good and he's the one giving it.), oral fixation (will live in-between your thighs if you'd let him "you taste so-- so good, mph--" almost like he gets off on it, which he kinda of does), cum play (you cannot tell me that he isnt absolutely messy when it comes to his cum, loves to smear it, loves to taste it when you shove your fingers in his mouth, loves to eat it out of you.) spit play (the man drools, you can't tell me that it doesn't become apart of sex. like him absolutely drooling when kissing you, going down on you - literally has to wipe his mouth when you give him head) constantly needs confirmation during sex that you want this and it feels good. tit play (little wrote a drabble on this, will suckle on your tits while staring at your face the entire time to make sure he's doing good, i guess mother issues kind of comes in here - but lets not get into that) pegging (i will die on this hill, I WILL DIE HERE. and that's all i have to say)

the void (thunderbolts*) - PATHETIC. MAN. the void isn't a big strong man he's a physicalisation of depression, he has a massive degradation kink (honestly receiving and giving), BONDAGE. (he may be restrained but he'll still dig into your deepest fears because it's literally the void - "you're nothing" "needing me to satiate that thirst cause bobby can't do fuck all." "fuck, i need you."), bob's spit kink doubles tenfold when void is fronting with void its pure filth and wetness, he likes to spit in your mouth or directly onto your cunt just because he can. he likes being punished for being a prick and knows how much it amuses you for him to put him in his place and make him writhe. overstimulation (whether it's giving or receiving he likes the deprecative nature of it and how easily either one of you and immediately crumble from touch alone.) edging (likes to spit out insults and shit while you edge him, but if he's dominant he'll edge you multiple times CAUSE. HE'S. A. FREAK.)

sentry (thunderbolts*) - worshipping (you can't look at sentry and tell me that he isn't into you worshipping him like the god he is), vocal kink (he likes to mock your moans during sex and tease you a shit ton "yeah that feel good, right there?" while you're literally babbling beneath him), a mix of degradation and praise ("look at you so perfect, squealing on my cock like the whore you are.") overstimulation ("you were just beggin' to cum a minute ago...") begging kink (he likes watching you beg and whine for him to touch you or even give you attention, something about it turns him on having this control over you.) bondage (if he's had a bad day and doesn't want to put up with you being all touchy feely but still needs a good fuck, he'll tie your hands back or maybe even wrap a piece of cloth over your mouth.) very clear dominating and submissive roles (sentry doesn't sub, like ever - he's a physicalisation of bob's confidence/high, sentry think he's superior to you and isn't afraid to show that.) face-fucking (the sheer spit and mess of it all turns him on so fucking hard, especially if you touch yourself during the course of it - ofc that spit kink is back) sorry dacryphilia (he loves to see you sobbing from pleasure from him. just him.)

bob floyd (top gun: maverick) - eye-contact (he likes to watch you come apart and understand that he's the one doing it), l oves praise hates degradation he just wants to be told he's doing good and can die happy like that. somnophilia (since he has to leave early in the mornings a lot, soft morning sex when you literally are still half asleep will suffice for bobby.) likes to be used by you, (will willingly just lay down and let you use him to your hearts content while he grips onto you and whines "mph-- feels so good.. so warm." half of the shit he babbles just comes out without a second thought.) tit play (he likes to suck and feel them, even just having a hand touching it while he falls asleep. that's it. LOL) exhibitionism (he's a busy man, which means you both have to settle for quickies in bathrooms, closets or the barracks at top gun - the two of you barely get undressed) title kink (bob thinks it's dumb, but he loves when you call him lieutenant in bed - it gives him a burst of confidence)

rhett abbott (outer range) - breeding kink (he likes to watch it pour out of you and shove it back in with his fingers, "gonna fuck you till it sticks.") oral fixation (he loves shoving his fingers into your mouth, or watching you grab his dangling necklace when he's overtop of you and of course the obvious head that he loves to give literally anywhere, his truck, the shower, hell even in the handsome gambler bathroom) brat taming kink (if you run your mouth he has no hesitancy to put you in your place and mock you while you're whimpering and babbling beneath him) cum play, cowboy kink (i actually have no idea if this is a kink or not but idk how to phrase it, like you wearing his cowboy hat during sex) cockwarming (just sitting on his lap practically writhing as he does work or as you watch a movie, his mouth ghosting your shoulder "don't move a fuckin' muscle.") smoking kink (ik that rhett doesnt smoke in the show, but like.. i'm into it - like letting you take hits of his cigarette while you grind your hips into his on his lap.)

calvin evans (lessons in chemistry) - eye-contact (he analyses you like a science experiment whether he's between your thighs, or sinking deep into you he taps your thigh or side to get you to look at him and keep eye contact, "eyes on me.") exhibitionism (will fuck you in his lab, in a closet or anywhere in the laboratory after everyone has gone home) breeding (he wasn't one for marriage or committing, but ever since you came into the picture he's insistent to keep you here, there's also something about it so territorial that he likes.) breath play (he likes to tease and scold, so before even remotely touching you he sticks to soft kisses and his breath keeping you on edge as he ghosts your neck or stomach - even your pussy.) somnophilia (same predicament as bob, he has to get up early for his rowing and run - if he wakes up and he finds you practically grinding against him or wakes up with his cock throbbing, he'll slip under the sheets and eat you out until you stir awake or push your panties aside and kiss your neck and shoulders) loves having control over you during sex, feeds into the entire experiment thing.

miles miller (bad times at the el royale) - mommy kink (i love pathetic sad men and miles is the definition of that - he is literally so embarrassed and shy about it though.) exhibitionism kink (like having sex in the lobby and stuff when things are slow, though will NEVER record you), watching/DIY porn kink (but he will watch you play with yourself, half the time its your idea because he's too afraid to vocalise it.) bondage (put one of his ties in his mouth or wrap it around his hands and he's yours, melting into putty on the floor as you feel and touch him - but whines that he can't touch you back.) controlling kink (he likes you to control him during sex, telling him what he should and shouldn't do and he has to ask you if he can cum or even touch you while he does.) which kind of feeds into him letting you use him, especially after a rough day. blindfolding kink (he likes being depraved from his senses, unsure of what's going to happen next - this tied with bondage and he's literally yours to play with and he's so fucking into it, this is when he's the most turn on because he thinks you've left the room until he hears the squelch of your fingers in your pussy from across the room - also tying into the watching kink.) ..ahem, pegging. that's all i have to say on the matter

ben mears (salems lot '24) - watching kink (you're his muse, he'll watch from afar with keen eyes while you touch himself infront of you, massive teasing kink but mixed with praise cause his aim at the end of the day is making you feel so good and cared for.) edging (he likes to take his time, watching every reaction and never wanting it to end - always wanting to watch you.) somnophila (after escaping salems lot, ben has nightmares a lot and wakes up in the middle of the night - then he sees you next to him and it's oddly comforting, seeing you wearing his shirt to bed, your hair splayed across the pillows and he cant help but move closer and push your shirt up a little and fuck your thighs) blood kink (but solely under the connotations of vampire!reader, cuz ofc we're into that - he likes how your teeth puncture his arms, shoulders, neck and thighs - smearing the blood but placing a kiss to the wounds as an apology, "you just taste so good.." )

todd stevens (the line) - mmm douchebag frat boy president, my favourite. i will chew on his BONESSSS !!! smoking kink (me and @zottts have talked so much about this, todd would REFUSE to let you touch any drugs/smoke anything - but would make a habit of smoking a joint during sex, and would coach you how to smoke one/shotgun the smoke into your mouth.) cockwarming kink (likes to tease this way, planting you on his cock in the back of a party, or sitting you on his lap and just making you sit there and punishing you if you move a muscle - probably incorporating smoking into this as he teaches you how to smoke while trying to keep still from writhing on his lap.) watch kink (literally have a fic coming out about this, i love his fucking watch - imagine him fingerfucking you with that hand and you just look at that expensive piece of shit on his wrist and how he looks so good with it on.) title kink (pulling out the president card, that's it. "be good for your president, sweet girl.") filming kink (he fucking loves it, he'll set up his camera on his bedside table or hold it in his hand - he makes you watch it, "don't look away, see how good you look taking my cock, baby?", todd would probably give his phone to you and make you record him while he goes down on you, yes the camera is shaky, yes you can hear every breath you make, but its so good. he'll watch the recordings of you in a meeting with no volume on, a pledge has probably seen him doing that and was so confused but shut up. he'd jerk off to the video afterwards with his shirt in his teeth so he can listen to your sickeningly delicious moans) corruption kink (if he sees how reserved/shy you are when you meet eachother, he's hellbent on corrupting you into being into the weird shit he is - it takes a while but he likes to tease you for it.) - i am so sorry for this one being so long wtf

jordan weaver (skincare) - jordan is pathetic, he can be dominant sometimes but that's RARE. majority of the time you put him in his place and he goes along with it. oral fixation (loves you shoving your finger into his mouth or letting him suckle your thumb as you ride him, loves you sitting on his face - it helps him not think, which he already doesnt do a lot of, chewing on his necklace if he's above you too) temperature play (read a fic about this, changed my life - him using ice and dragging it over your pussy and nipples, but it turns him on so hard if you place a piece of ice into your mouth before sucking him off.) exhibitionism (loves to fuck wherever as long as its with you, in your car, in the bathroom, in the shower, even literally having a picnic in a park late at night - he'll pull you onto his lap and take you right then and there.) filming kink (i will die on the hill of jordan being a cam boy, he'll slowly open his computer thats next to him on the bed while your head is slung back - and hit record while thrusting into you, he has and will send you videos of him jerking off if you're not there with him.) dumbification (jordan likes how you belittle him and treat him like himbo he is during sex and just gets off so hard on it, literally just nodding and babbling to everything you say about him.) loves being called a good boy, thats it LOLL

harrison knott (press play) - this one is going to be tiny because i don't think that harrison is that big of a kink person, he likes traditional sex and doesnt like things compensating for what he can do just fine. so he's vanilla as fuck, but to quote my friend "you can be vanilla and still love pussy ❤��", so i say oral fixation - will beg you to sit on his face or go down on you because he gets pussy drunk and loves the taste of you on his tongue. i feel like he's also very possessive of you, if you're talking to another guy - he'll make sure you remember who you are with at the end of the night.

rocco (riff raff) - is it just me or is rocco rlly underrated, i barely see any content about him LMAOO anyways!! breeding (HE'S A FAMILY MAN. you cannot tell me that he isn't into this shit, he loves to shove his fingers into your mouth covered in his cum, and literally being like "what's a condom?" LMAOOO) exhibitonism (literally in his truck, maybe after a heated argument he literally just pulls you into the backseat and doesn't care who sees the two of you - also fully just having sex infront of a window or mirror so you can see it all and have that added risk.) spit play (loves grabbing your chin and making a show of spitting in your mouth before pulling you into a kiss - love to spit on your clit directly before eating you out/rubbing his tip over your core and loves when you spit onto the tip on his cock, some kind of corruption thing) squirting kink (when he first makes you squirt he's literally hyperfixated on it, eager to make you do it and again and again, because i think that rocco is a freak LMAO)

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Ughhh Bob with a breeding kink 😓😓😓

Like him just letting go and going all caveman brain about it after begging you to just let him pretend it'll take😖😖😖

bob’s pull-out game is genuinely awful. like, laughably bad.

which is how you ended up insisting on condoms in the first place—not that it ever stopped him. he’d find ways. not in a sleazy, frat-boy kind of way, not with lines like “i’m allergic to latex” or “it doesn’t feel the same”—no, bob’s excuses came soaked in something too sincere, almost sweet, if it weren’t for how calculated it ended up being.

“jus’ wanna be close to you,” he’d murmur, voice all thick and needy from where he lay slotted against you, his whole body tacky with sweat and arousal, a gleaming sheen of it covering every inch of skin like lacquer. his weight always followed—not rough, but whole. he liked collapsing on top of you after he slid in, his arms hooked under yours so he could wrap around your back, chest pressed to yours, breath fanning against your ear as if the closeness wasn’t just desire, but some primal need to merge. be inside and on top and around you all at once.

you never got the chance to argue. half the time the condom was off before you’d even realized he’d unrolled it—pulled off between sleepy kisses and soft “please”s, left sagging and useless somewhere near your hipbone. once, he didn’t even bother pretending. you caught him, right there in the bedroom light, jabbing something—his key? a paperclip?—into a row of condoms like he was testing for weak spots.

“bob,” you’d said flatly, and he blinked up at you, all wide-eyed innocence. like he might lie. like he might not lie.

“…thought i saw air bubbles,” he mumbled. his cheeks flushed. his fingers fidgeted. you knew damn well he was lying. knew it, and still did nothing.

because what were your options? fight? withhold sex? as if that would’ve been possible with the way he looked at you, touched you, moaned so gratefully every time he was inside you, like it healed something. instead, you started taking birth control—not as rebellion, but as quiet damage control.

you didn’t hide it. didn’t even think to mention it. why would you?

then came the morning—early, light still soft and blue through the windows, your legs sore, your thighs sticky with dried cum. bob behind you with one arm around your waist, trailing down the stairs like a sleepy barnacle. he didn’t even try to untangle, just followed, skin warm and clinging as you went through your morning routine.

you grabbed the small bottle of vitamins, handed him two, and he popped them without looking. a routine. natural. his chin rested against your shoulder as you reached for your birth control.

instinctively, he held his hand out again.

you hesitated. glanced at him with a faint smile.

“do you plan on getting pregnant anytime soon?” you teased.

his brows pinched, lips parted just slightly.

“birth control,” you clarified, still smiling.

and just like that, his expression shifted. confusion first. then something deeper—quiet, raw. hurt, maybe. or worse: betrayal.

his arm fell away from your waist.

“…you’re taking that?” he asked, voice low, soft. as if the question pained him to ask.

you turned, brows drawing together. “yeah. i didn’t think—”

“but why?” his voice cracked. “why would you do that?”

you turn toward him fully now, your lower back pressing against the counter edge, cool marble grounding you—but only barely. you can feel the way he watches you, gaze heavy and warm, like it might scorch you if you held it too long. he isn’t mad. not really. there’s no raised voice, no cruelty. just this awful, quiet hurt, like you’d taken something from him he didn’t even know he couldn’t live without.

and maybe you had.

the pill still sits between your fingers, tiny and pale in the soft morning light, like it’s nothing—just 3mg of synthetic hormone—but his eyes are fixed on it like you’re holding a loaded gun.

you open your mouth to explain, to give him something gentle and sane and logical, but the words clog up behind your teeth. the kitchen feels darker now somehow. close and still. like it’s holding its breath for you.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, the words barely there. you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for. but you mean it. that’s the worst part.

“i—i don’t want you to be upset. i love you. you know i love you. i’d do anything to make this better—”

his voice slices through your chest, quiet but wrecked. “throw it away.”

you blink. “bob—”

“please,” he breathes. “just throw it away. right now. i’ll feel better. i promise. i’ll feel better if you just—just let me—” his voice cracks around the edges, fraying like old thread. “i need to.”

you glance at the counter. at the pill. and you set it down without a word.

he breathes in like he’s just surfaced from under water.

his hands are on you again—gently first, palms warm and reverent at your hips like he’s still afraid you might back away—but you don’t. you let him close the distance, let him slot his body between your legs as he leans in to kiss you, deep and messy and grateful.

“i wanna be inside,” he mumbles against your mouth. “don’t wanna wait. let me… please—let me stay this time.”

you nod, not even realizing you’re nodding until he sighs like it’s relief and drops to his knees.

your sleep shorts are gone in seconds. no teasing, no preamble—just his mouth on you, warm and wet and desperate, tongue working like he’s trying to unravel something inside you, hands wrapped around your thighs like handles, pulling you open as if you owe it to him.

he licks until your legs shake, until your voice breaks, until he’s practically whimpering into your cunt, nose buried so deep you wonder if he can even breathe. when you finally try to push him back—half from overstimulation, half because you need him in you already—he doesn’t budge.

“you taste different when you’re not on the pill,” he murmurs, drunk off it. “sweeter. like your body knows.”

you don’t even know what that means. you don’t care.

“bob—fuck, come on, please?— do it for mommy”

that does it.

he rises like a wave, chest flushed, breath ragged, cock already slick and leaking through his briefs. he tugs them down with a frustrated groan and nearly cries when he presses against your entrance—his forehead drops against your shoulder, his voice high and fragile.

“gonna come so deep,” he moans, sliding in inch by inch. “gonna stay there, i swear—i’ll stay in you. don’t want it to leave.”

your hands thread into his curls, nails dragging at his scalp as he bottoms out. he’s trembling, hips stuttering already before he’s even pulled back. “i’ll be good. i’ll be so good. just wanna give you something—wanna fill you, please, let me—”

the counter digs into your spine. the kitchen lights feel too bright. and still, none of it matters except for him.

he starts fucking you slow at first, rolling his hips up into you like he’s memorizing it—like if he gets the angle just right, your body will take him in and keep him there. his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, sweat slick between your bellies, every wet slap echoing too loud in the quiet morning space.

you can feel it when he gets close—when the whining gets louder, the thrusts more erratic. he’s babbling again, forehead pressed against your cheek now, voice ruined.

“make me a dad,” he gasps. “let me—please—fuck, i wanna come in you so bad—wanna give you everything—i’ll stay inside forever if you let me—please—”

you pull him in deeper. his body jerks.

then he’s coming—hard—right against your cervix, crying out into your neck, hips twitching with every desperate pulse of cum spilling into you. you can feel it, hot and thick, pooling where you’re still joined. he doesn’t pull out.

doesn’t even try.

instead, he slumps forward, cock still hard inside you, panting against your throat. “don’t move,” he whispers. “i’ll fuck it in deeper. just—lemme stay here.”

and you do.

you don’t even reach for the pill.

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Please

Lewis Pullman as Rhett Abbott in Outer Range S1E3: The Time

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To Love Is to Antagonize | LT. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd | Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], teasing, slow build, slow burn?, sly glances, shy Bob, not so shy Bob, rough, loving, talks you through it, reader wears a bikini, no descriptions of the readers body, horny bob, frustrated bob, shirtless bob, unprotected p in v, you have to keep quiet, hand over mouth, bob knows what hes doing, bobs hand on readers body, truth or dare, mention of boobs, breeding kink? consensual!

Summary: A camping trip with the squad is the perfect opportunity for you to get to know Bob a little better. But, of course things can't ever be easy. Nat decides that the best way for you to finally get to jump, Bobs bones is if you antagonize him until the shy, polite part of him gives way to the feral, dirty minded freak he really is.

A/n: I had to split this into individual parts as editing a huge chunk of text actually almost fried my brain. Only the first chapters are posted here because this fic is LONG. There is a link HERE, and at the bottom of this post to the completed fic on AO3. Enjoy!

This fic is inspired by the plan ; robert 'bob' floyd by @geminiwritten, I couldn't stop thinking about it, I think it changed my brain chemistry. Give it a read! If you haven't already!!!

Word Count: 29,075

Not my gif, if its yours and you would like me to remove it just ask <3

I think this is one of the longest, fully completed fics that I have ever written. I don’t even care if there are mistakes and if it’s shit. I had so much fun writing it and I am fucking proud that I finished it!!!

Chapter 1:

The late afternoon sun slanted through the half-open blinds, painting the cluttered room with warm, golden light. You were sitting cross-legged on the scuffed hardwood floor, your backpack propped open beside you like a hungry mouth, methodically sorting through the piles of camping gear strewn around you.

Phoenix, your roommate and perennial mischief-maker, lounged on the mussed bed, idly tossing a balled-up sock in the air and catching it with a flourish. Their dark eyes danced with suppressed laughter, and you could practically see the gears turning in their head.

"Hey," Phoenix said suddenly, a grin spreading across her face like a slow sunrise. "You notice how Bob's been acting around you lately?"

You looked up from your packing, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. "What do you mean?"

Phoenix snorted, rolling her eyes with exaggerated patience. "Come on, don't play dumb. He's been all flustered and tongue-tied, tripping over himself whenever you're nearby. It's adorable, really."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile as you turned back to your gear. "He does not."

"Does too!" Phoenix retorted, sitting up with a smirk. "I bet he's got a massive crush on you. He's just too shy to make a move."

You scoffed, reaching for a rolled-up sleeping bag and tucking it into your backpack with a little more force than necessary. "You're imagining things. Bob's just… Bob. He's like that with everyone."

"Nope. I know what I see," Phoenix insisted, leaning forward with a conspiratorial wink. "Mark my words, something's gonna happen on this trip. All those long, moonlit walks in the woods? The romantic campfire stories? It's the perfect setup."

You crossed your arms, giving Phoenix a skeptical look. “Hardly romantic—the whole squad's going to be there. Plus, Bob’s just shy. He’s like that with everyone.”

Phoenix grinned, leaning back on her elbows, unshaken. “Exactly. That’s what makes it even more adorable. Shy guys are always the most intense when they finally get the guts to make a move. And trust me, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It’s not just friendly.”

You rolled your eyes, stuffing a few more socks into your pack. “He’s probably just nervous. It’s a big trip, big group—don’t overthink it.”

Phoenix snorted softly, eyes narrowing playfully. “Nope. I think he's got it bad—secretly scripting long walks, staring at your profile while pretending to be lost in thought. Trust me, I’ve seen those little glances—you’re not that oblivious, right?”

You let out an exasperated breath, shaking your head. “Please. It’s all in your head. Bob’s a nice guy, but I think you’re reading way too much into it.”

Phoenix sat up, her expression turning playful but insistent. “You’re missing the signs. Those subtle hints? The way he fidgets around you, trying to hide how much he’s staring? That’s crush 101. And I’m telling you, something’s gonna happen—probably accidental, probably sweet. But definitely happening.”

You sighed, feeling a mixture of amusement and awkwardness. “You’re impossible.”

Phoenix grinned wider, crossing her arms exaggeratedly. “Hey, I’m just saying—if I were him, I’d be too nervous to say anything directly.”

You blinked, caught between amusement and a little flutter of nerves. “You’ve got enough confidence for both of us.”

Phoenix leaned in slightly, a sly smile curling her lips. “Maybe. Or perhaps I just know how these things work. The subtle signals, the waiting game. Trust me, this trip’s going to turn into something pretty interesting.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Even if you’re right, it doesn’t matter. Bob’s far too shy to admit anything, even if he’s got a crush. He’s polite and nervous—he wouldn’t make a move, not even if I practically waved it in his face.”

Phoenix’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin tugging at her lips. “That’s precisely where you come in. You just need to drive him absolutely insane—that’s how you’ll get his attention.”

You looked at her, skeptical. “What? How?”

Phoenix sat forward, excitement laced her words. “Listen—I’m talking about just enough teasing, a little flirtation. Show him a little more of that smile, a little suggestive glance now and then. And the best way? Giving him glimpses of your cleavage—nothing crazy, just enough to make his head spin. Make him realise what he’s been missing.”

You felt your cheeks flush but tried to stay nonchalant. “You want me to flirt with him?”

Phoenix winked, eyes glinting with scheming amusement. “Exactly. You’re gorgeous—what’s the worst that could happen? Just enough teasing that he starts second-guessing everything, wondering if you’re interested. When he finally gets it—trust me, the guy’s a man, manners can only hold him back for so long.” She grinned wider. “You’re the one who’s got the power in this game. Just give him enough glimpses, enough softly spoken hints, and watch him unravel. He won’t be able to resist eventually.”

You raised an eyebrow, struggling not to smile. “You want me to blue-ball, poor Bob?”

Phoenix snorted, batting you lightly with the balled-up sock. “Please, it’s not about torturing him. This might be the only way to get him to actually admit he likes you.” She paused, eyes sparkling. “Shy boys never just come out and say it. You have to make it so obvious they can’t help themselves. But honestly, isn’t that half the fun?”

You snorted, cheeks warming. “So I just flirt him into a confession?”

She grinned, clearly enjoying herself. “Exactly! Shy boys are always so much fun—every glance, every accidental brush, it drives them wild. It’s adorable. Besides, you like a chase too, don’t you?”

You shrugged, not trusting yourself to meet her gaze, though you felt that flutter of anticipation. “Maybe. Just a little.”

Phoenix nudged your leg with her foot, her grin impossibly wide. “Trust me. If you want him to make a move, this is the way. It’ll be fun for both of you.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now. “You’re dangerous, Phoenix.”

She winked. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Just start with a few smiles and a little less hoodie—he won’t know what hit him.”

Chapter 2:

The gravel crunched beneath your boots as the squad clustered in the busy car park, vehicles parked haphazardly, gear spilling out. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow, shadows stretching long as everyone prepared to head into the woods.

Jake sparred with Bradley, both bouncing on their toes, fists raised. Jake’s grin was wide, teasing as he threw quick jabs, while Bradley’s smirk matched his playful aggression, both clearly enjoying themselves.

Reuben was doubled over, roaring with laughter, while Mickey stared at the map, eyebrows raising as he took in the scene. “Wait, wait—what? So, we’re hiking before setting up camp? I thought we just show up, pitch tents, and chill,” Mickey said, shaking his head with a weird mix of surprise and annoyance.

Reuben chuckled, smacking Mickey on the back. “Dude, you seriously thought they were just gonna drive us here and call it a day? Nah, buddy. You gotta earn your s'mores.”

Mickey looked genuinely puzzled, crossing his arms. “Nah, I just thought—y’know, a chill weekend. I didn’t expect a full hike before we even set up.” He shrugged, a wide grin curling his lips. “But, hey, I’ll survive. Just didn’t plan on breaking a sweat today, that’s all.”

Phoenix leaned casually against a van, arms crossed, enjoying the scene with her usual mischievous smile. She shot you a quick glance, clearly amused. “Well, Mickey, think of it as pre-camping cardio. Nothing like a good hike to kick off the weekend, right?”

Meanwhile, standing near the back, Bob was perfectly still. His backpack was already on, buckled tight, everything arranged with military precision—every strap and pocket exactly in place. His gear was spotless, each item meticulously packed, as if he had just stepped out of uniform instead of the chaos of the car park.

He watched quietly, calm and composed, like he’d seen it all before—the sparring, the teasing, the group’s playful fuss. His gaze flicked over Jake and Bradley still going at it, Mickey’s reaction, everyone joking around, but his posture remained steady, as if ready for whatever unfolded next.

You caught his eye for a split second, and he offered you a shy smile before awkwardly shifting his focus back to your teammates. His demeanour was as sharp and precise as his gear—completely at ease, almost military in how ready he seemed to face whatever came.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm amber glow over the busy car park. Vehicles scattered in every direction, gear spilling out like a jumble of chaos. The smell of fresh pine and earth drifted in the air as everyone started to gather their packs.

Natasha, or Nat as everyone called her, pushed off from the van with a confident grin. "Alright, folks, let's get moving before the sun dips too low. No dilly-dallying—get those boots clicking."

She glanced around at the excited crowd, her eyes twinkling. “You all good on your gear? No forgotten snacks or emergency marshmallows?” she added with a mischievous wink.

Jake clapped Bob on the back, a friendly, almost teasing gesture that made Bob straighten his glasses and adjust his already pristine gear with practiced precision. He let himself be led by the group, his posture steady and military-precise, ready for whatever was coming next.

The others grabbed their packs, slinging bags over shoulders and exchanging quick, energetic glances. With a collective nod, they turned toward the trail leading into the woods, footsteps crunching on gravel as they began their trek.

Natasha’s eyes shifted from the group to you. She sidled up quietly, lowering her voice so just you could hear. “Hey, have you packed everything we agreed on for Operation Flirt with bob until he breaks and jumps your bones?”

Your eyes flicked to her, and she grinned mischievously. Without missing a beat, she leaned in close, whispering with a conspiratorial wink, “You know… the whole mission to make Bob think he’s missing out on the best thing that’s ever happened to him’”

She gave you a playful nudge. “Think you’re ready for it?”

"As I will ever be." you replied with a shake of your head and a soft smile.

The trail narrowed as you followed the group into the shade of the pines, leaves crunching beneath your boots. When you’d packed with Nat, she’d settled on your hiking outfit with gleeful precision: tight black cycling shorts that clung to your thighs and left nothing for the imagination, paired with a slick, supportive sports bra—probably the most engineering you’d ever worn under your clothes. You’d thrown a zip-up hoodie on top, tugged just low enough to almost hide the curve of your breasts, though not quite.

Nat had eyed you critically before you left, giving a brisk nod of approval. “Perfect. Athletic, strategic, and just distracting enough. Plenty for him to think about while pretending he’s focused on the route.”

Now, as the hike stretched on, bits of sunlight filtered down through the branches, occasionally catching on the bare length of your legs or the hint of your silhouette beneath the hoodie. Each time the trail bent, or you adjusted your straps, you felt eyes on you—Bob’s eyes, in particular. He tried valiantly to keep his gaze front and centre, but every few minutes, he’d look your way, glasses glinting, cheeks suspiciously warm, quickly shifting his focus back to his boots.

You feigned obliviousness, letting your conversation drift loosely around Nat, Mickey, and the others ahead. A casual laugh, a stretch overhead to fix your backpack strap, revealing just a sliver more skin. Bob, walking beside you, never said a word about it. But the hush in his throat, the way he fumbled with his water bottle, the uncharacteristic distraction in his step—all gave him away.

His composure stayed in place by sheer force of will, but every so often he'd fidget with his gear, or awkwardly clear his throat, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

The trees finally opened onto the edge of a small lake, sunlight flickering silver and gold across the rippling surface. The campsite itself was tucked beneath a tall stand of pines, the ground carpeted with needles and moss so soft it muted every step. Birdsong drifted down from somewhere high in the branches, and the water lapped gently against the stones lining the shore. To one side, a weathered fire pit marked the heart of the clearing, already circled by flat-topped logs and half-buried stones for makeshift seating. Across the water, a distant ridge glazed in late-afternoon light promised privacy and peace—your group the only intruders on a scene so still it almost felt untouched.

Mickey shrugged off his pack with a huff, bending from the waist and letting it fall with an exaggerated grunt. “Honestly, that was at least twice the walk it looked on the map,” he groaned, but his complaints trailed off as he turned to the water, unable to hide a wide, genuine smile. “This is gorgeous, though. Totally, worth it.”

The others scattered, Jake and Bradley immediately making a beeline for the fire pit, clapping each other on the back as they poked at the charred logs and debated how best to arrange things. Reuben was already eyeing the shoreline, calculating the best spot to drop his gear and maybe sneak in a stone-skimming contest before dark. Bob, immaculate as ever, had set down his pack and was surveying the perimeter—probably cataloguing landmarks and escape routes, you thought, amused.

As you stretched your arms and let your muscles relax, Natasha sidled up, her face bright with playful intent. She nudged your side, voice low and brimming with delight. “So,” she whispered, not even glancing at the lake, “did you see the way Bob couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole hike up here? He’s lucky he didn’t walk straight into a tree.”

You shot Natasha a sly look, unable to keep the smile off your face. “How long do you think it’ll take before he finally snaps and says something?”

Natasha grinned, eyes sparkling as she surveyed the group’s bustling chaos. “That depends. If you’re planning to keep up the subtle torture, I’d give it another day. But if you really want to push him over the edge…” She arched a brow in your direction. “You did bring that absolutely scandalous bikini, didn’t you?”

Heat crept into your cheeks—part nerves, part excitement. “Maybe. Though I might need a bodyguard if I actually walk out in it. It’s barely more than a couple of strings.”

Natasha barked a quiet laugh. “Perfect. Honestly, after the day we’ve had, a dip in the lake is non-negotiable tomorrow morning. I want to see if Bradley and Jake can actually swim, or if they just flex near the shore.”

You nudged her side, lowering your voice. “You’re just hoping Bob short-circuits.”

“I’m hoping everyone short-circuits,” she shot back, grinning. “We’ll swim, you will act normal, and I will watch Bob for a reaction. Tomorrow?” She glanced up at the fading sun. “I’m thinking coffee by the lake at sunrise. Possibly an early swim—just the two of us. That’ll set the mood for the whole day.”

You spun an innocent look her way. “You mean, Operation break bob, phase two?”

Natasha’s grin grew wicked. “Exactly. Tonight campfire, stories, and just enough flirting that Bob can’t sleep. Tomorrow, bikini entrance and a whole new level of distraction. Ready for it?”

You looked out at the water, sunlight gleaming off the small ripples, feeling anticipation buzz along your skin. “Absolutely. Let’s make this a trip to remember.”

Chapter 3:

The path down by the lake rippled with the gold of the lowering sun. You tugged your hoodie back on, leaving your pack behind for the short walk, and Bob fell into step beside you. Before you’d even left the rough mossy boundary of the campsite, he paused and crouched beside his pack—already arranged in a neat, regulation-perfect stack. With practiced ease, he unzipped a small pocket and pulled out a slim foldable saw, testing the hinge before stashing it in his back pocket.

You blinked, caught somewhere between admiration and amusement. Of course, Bob came prepared for everything, but it still surprised you—the rest of you just grabbed sticks and hoped for the best, but Bob had clearly thought this through.

He glanced at the tree line with a quiet sort of certainty. “Best place for dry wood’s usually up by the rocks,” he said, as the two of you stepped out into the deepening green. “It stays out of the wind and the ground drains faster. Less likely to be rotted.”

You shot him a sidelong smile, letting the admiration show just a little. “No wonder Nat keeps you as her back seater,” you teased, falling into step beside him as you followed the trail toward the rocks. “You’re like a human survival manual—she’ll never let you out of her sight with skills like that.”

A faint flush crept up Bob’s neck. He ducked his head, but not before you caught the ghost of a proud, shy smile flickering across his face. “Well, she likes things to run smooth,” he mumbled, adjusting his grip on the saw. “It’s easier to be prepared. I like making sure nothing gets missed.”

You nudged him lightly, grinning. “And here I thought you just wanted an excuse to show off all your special gear. Very impressive.”

He laughed softly, the sound low and genuine, glasses slipping a fraction down his nose. “Trust me—if I was showing off, I’d have brought the portable espresso machine.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Next trip, then?”

This time, he glanced over, braver somehow. “Deal.”

The rocks tumbled in mossy clusters, and Bob scanned the ground until he found a branch that looked promising. He appraised a fallen pine, then knelt, rolling up his sleeves with a practiced flick. The muscles in his forearms flexed beneath golden skin as he braced the saw and set to work.

You let your gaze linger, indulging for just a moment—the slice of his jaw in profile, the almost methodical way he worked, each motion deliberate. There was a quiet concentration to him, the steady back-and-forth of the saw and the way the light caught on his dampening hairline. If Phoenix could see you now, she’d be snickering in the underbrush.

Bob paused, breath shallow, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “This wood is stubborn,” he said, not quite meeting your eyes, chest rising and falling with the effort.

You offered him a teasing smile, stepping closer but not quite taking over. “I’m impressed. Honestly, I thought you were all brains and field manuals—but you’re not so bad with your hands, either.”

He glanced at you then, startled, and for a beat you let your gaze drop—lingering, suggestive—before you grinned and bent to begin gathering the cut branches. Bob coughed, looking suddenly desperate to concentrate solely on the saw, but you didn’t miss the flush creeping up his neck again.

Your mind wandered wickedly: there was something undeniably hot about Bob like this, strips of sunlight freckling his arms, intent on the task, something less shy and more commanding taking over as he worked. If this was what a camping trip could offer, you’d gladly volunteer for wood-gathering duty every time.

You let your fingers graze his as you reached for a branch, close enough that he’d feel it—a quiet spark under the guise of teamwork. He flinched slightly, then immediately pulled his hand back, cheeks flushed.

“S-sorry, that was—my fault,” he stammered, though you both knew it wasn’t. He looked at the ground as if willing it to swallow him.

You fought the urge to smile, a quiet satisfaction blooming in your chest. Phoenix would have a field day if she could see him now.

He collected himself and cleared his throat, not quite meeting your eyes. “I think we’ve got enough,” he managed, stacking the freshly cut branches at his feet. “We should, um… gather it up and head back.”

You nodded, biting back a smirk. If your goal was to gently rattle him, you were definitely on the right track. Without another word, you stooped to gather the wood—close enough that your shoulders touched for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. As you straightened, you caught the brief hesitation in his peripheral gaze, his eyes lingering at the edge of your hoodie for a moment too long. You pretended not to notice, busying yourself with the smooth rhythm of stacking branches.

Then you started back toward camp, feeling the heat of his stolen glances still trailing after you all the way through the dappled light.

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Lewis Pullman P!links pt5

MINORS DNI

fucks hard

punishing you with clothespins

Making him be quiet

you guys couldn't even make it to the bedroom

making you feel good using his fingers

needed you in the car

During one of his interviews over zoom he let you have some fun

don't make a sound

made him frustrated

what happens when you mouth off

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LEWIS PULLMAN AS ↴ OWEN TAYLOR — THE STARLING GIRL (2023)

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LEWIS PULLMAN & DANNY RAMIREZ as Robert 'Bob' Floyd & Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

TOP GUN: MAVERICK | 2022

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the nanny (ra)

summary: rhett just wants to spend a little time alone with amy's nanny after spending his day trying to fix the fence the tielersons had damaged.

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: 18+, minors dni, pre-established relationship (it's a pretty fresh relationship, the reader only returned to wyoming six months ago), nanny!reader, not cannon to the show at all so you can read it if you haven't seen it, no use of y/n but the reader is referred to as pretty girl, baby, doll and princess, sex outdoors, praise kink, fingering, ass grabbing, dirty talk, p in v (unprotected), not edited

notes: another fic for another new guy. rhett is my second favourite cowboy and i have wanted to write something for one of lewis's characters for a long time now. i'm also in the process of writing a much longer fic for rhett too. anyway, let me know if you liked this and if you would like some more. my asks are always open, so don't be afraid to pop in with some feedback or just to say hi 🫶🏻

“There's my pretty girl,” Rhett mumbled, finding you alone in the Abbott’s old barn opposite Red, an appaloosa, who was greatly enjoying the attention as you reached your hand over the stall door, rubbing between his chestnut coloured ears. You shouldn't have favourites, but this old charmer was definitely yours.

He takes you all in, sweeping his eyes over the pale yellow sundress, with straps tied flimsy around your neck Rhett was sure would come undone with one quick tug, and down to your worn in cowboy boots. Something about the dirt on them had the corners of his lips ticking higher. It was a reminder that your years in the city hadn't changed you completely. Inside your heart, you were still the girl who spent your summers cooling off in the lake, following Rhett and your brother through fields with grass stains on your knees, and sat in the stands at Rhett's first ever rodeo, hands covering your eyes so you wouldn't see him hit the ground after only being on the bull for five seconds.

“Foods nearly ready,” Rhett says, and you turned your head to flash him a smile, his heart skipping a beat every time you did. He was so lucky to have you and he didn't take that luck for granted. “Mom's tried making that salad you like.”

“With the strawberries in it?”

He nodded. “That's the one.” You gave Red one last stroke and turned to Rhett, who was already wrapping his arms around your waist. “Still not sure about that, by the way,” he says, pulling you closer.

You tip the brim of his hat back, uncovering his eyes and all the beauty within them. “That's because all you eat is meat and potatoes.”

“Hasn't done me any harm yet.”

“Yet,” you repeat back to him. “Even cowboys have to eat their greens.” Rhett chuckles, soft and light. “Did you get the fence fixed?” You wrap your arms around his neck, locking your fingers together.

“Nearly,” he grunts, his jaw ticking. The Tillersons would lie and say they had nothing to do with the snipped wire and damaged fencing, but Rhett knew it was them. “Dad wants Perry and me to go out and replace a few of the posts. Better they be done now before winter inevitably comes.”

“I can ask Ford to see if he can lend you a hand?”

Rhett shakes his head. “Your brother's got enough on his plate. When's Lilly due?”

Your eyes light up. “In six weeks.”

“Excited?” The question was unnecessary, Rhett could see it hanging off every feature, and he'd be lying if the smile you bore wasn't infectious. It tugs on the side of his mouth, forming a half-smile.

“Weren't you when Amy was born?”

“I was happy for Perry, but I sure as shit didn't know how to be an uncle.” His thumb strokes along your jaw and you tilt your head, melting into his soft touch. “Still trying to figure it out.”

Your lips brush lightly against his stubble jaw. “I'd say you're doing a perfectly good job at it. Amy loves you.” You go to step away from him, but his hands remain firmly on your hips, face scrunched up and mumbling something under his breath about not wanting to leave yet. “Rhett,” you giggle, shaking your head. “Come on, your mom probably needs some help with dinner.”

“Amy's helping her and Perry and Dad are grilling the steaks,” Rhett protests, walking you one stumbled step after another, moving you both further backwards into the barn. You squeal, laughing as you tighten your arms around his neck, nearly tripping onto your ass. And the barn stall feels hard behind your back as you finally make contact. “I haven't seen you all day,” he speaks in a low voice.

You shrug, nonchalantly. “I've been busy.”

“So I've heard. Guitar lessons?”

“Just the basic stuff.”

“You know she's going to hound Perry nonstop for a guitar, right?”

“I still have my first guitar,” you mumble, “she can have that.”

“They don't give awards out to nannies, you know?” Rhett teases, stroking his thumbs in slow circles up and down your sides.

“But I'd win them all if they did.”

Rhett chuckles. “Damn right, you would.”

His hand curls around the back of your neck, holding you still. His eyes are trained on you, with the briefest of smiles hugging at the edges of his lips. Nothing around you matters when he looks at you like this. And damnit was it too easy for you to get lost in those blue eyes.

They spoke a language you had been trying to learn your whole life.

“No one up at the house needs us right now,” Rhett says, lowering his voice to a tone that sends a shiver down your spine, your arms freckled with goosebumps. His hands slip down to grip your waist. “It's just you and me-”

“-and Red,” your smart mouth adds.

“Yes,” Rhett turns to the horse, who had turned away from you, no longer interested in who was in the barn if he wasn't receiving attention, “and Red.”

“Your mom will send someone looking for us, if we're not back in time to eat with everyone else.”

“I'll be done with you before that happens.”

Your hands slide down to his chest, your throat bobbing as you swallow hard. “Oh.”

He licks his lips, the thin upper lip parting from the bottom as he cracks a faint smile. “Oh,” he echoes you, adding a short chuckle to the end. He leans down, and his mouth finds yours. “Wanted to do that all fuckin’ day, doll,” he confesses, breaking the kiss just as quickly as it began.

He guides the tip of his nose down the column of your throat, his dick stirring in his wranglers as he breathes in cherry notes of your perfume. And you knock his hat off, tugging hard on his long hair, whimpering out into the barn as he greets your collarbone with a soft bite.

You go with a squeak, Rhett's hands gripping your hips harder and turning you to face the stall. The corners of your lips tick higher, hugged by a grin that knew exactly what was to come next.

This wasn't your first rodeo, and the risk of getting caught always made this hotter.

“Such a pretty dress,” Rhett drawls, nose buried into your neck, “on a pretty girl that I'm about to ruin.”

Taking a fistful of your dress, he hikes the hemline up, exposing the backs of your thighs to the elements of the barn.

He lifts his eyebrows. “Panties today?” Rhett only asks because the last time you wore this dress, you had simply ‘forgotten’ to wear them.

“You don't like them?”

“Oh, I like them, baby,” he replies, licking his lips with greed. His thumb traces over the white cotton and lace. “She always does look so pretty when you dress her up for me.”

He kicks your feet apart, widening your legs, and you submit fully to his control. You were going to do everything he tells you to, even if that did go against that fierce independence that's been a part of you for as long as you could remember. He bends your body and you turn your head so your cheek is pressing against the wood, straining your eyes so you can watch behind you.

Your breathing comes out choppy as he hooks his free hand into your panties, dragging them down just low enough to give him enough room. “Rhett,” you whimper, feeling him slide a couple of fingers between your legs. They leave an ache as he retracts his hands to give his fingers a quick clean.

“Already wet,” Rhett groans, his breath fanning across your neck. “Dirty girl. I haven't even started and you're dripping f'me.”

“Please, Rhett.”

He unbuckles his belt. “What do you want?”

“Anything,” you beg, “please, do something!”

“Gonna need you to be specific, princess.” Rhett moves his hand back between your legs, rubbing your clit in slow circles. He teases out faint whimpers and you almost forget his original questions. “What will it be? My fingers? Maybe my tongue?” He withdraws his hand again and you whine at the feeling of him gone. “Or could it be that you're desperate for my cock?”

A moan falls past your lips feeling the blunt end of his cock pressing against your pussy. “Yes. Fuck, yes. That, Rhett.”

“Say it,” he demands, continuing to guide his tip up and down the seam, your body jerking as it hits the little bundle of nerves. Wetness collects on the head and he jerks it down his shaft. “Say, I want your cock.”

“I want your cock,” you reply instantly, cheeks flushing at how desperate you sounded.

“A little louder.”

“Rhett, please!” A whine rips from your throat. “I already said it!”

“I know,” Rhett chuckles, pushing into you with one hard thrust. The intrusion takes your breath, and you gasp and moan at the familiarity you feel as you stretch around him. It’s addictive. “I just like to hear you beg,” he says, speaking against the shell of your ear, “you always sound so pretty when you beg for it, doll.”

He draws back, hands on your hips to hold you steady, and he groans at the wet sheen left behind on his shaft. He slips back in, going in harder this time, slamming himself forward. Your hands shoot out, slapping against the wall, as he does it again, over and over, getting lost in all that was you.

“Rhett,” you moan. His name rolls so easily off your tongue. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard.

“Doin’ so good for me,” he grunts, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to face him.

His mouth crashes down on yours, his tongue rolling across yours in dominance. You couldn't help but clench around him every time he took your mouth like this.

“And when you do that?” He breaks away, a guttural groan forcing its way past as his eyes roll back.

Quickly, your mind had become mush, and there wasn't much you could say other than “yes,” and “Rhett.”

“You gonna come, baby?” You nod, sobbing what was close enough to answer.

Satisfaction rolls through him, knowing he could turn someone who was so beautiful and smart into a sobbing mess. A pretty, sobbing mess. He grips your hips harder and picks up the pace, his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot that twisted and tightened the coil inside you.

“Touch yourself,” Rhett grunts, sliding one hand up your back and over the back of your neck. His hand curls, fingers moulding to the shape as he grabs at your throat, holding you in place. “Come with me.”

Your hand leaves the wall, getting lost between your thighs, as the other is trying to grasp at the wood. “Fuck,” you breathe out, your clit slick and swollen beneath your fingertips, rubbing it in fast circles, until the dam finally breaks. “Oh, my god…”

Rhett follows you, his body unable to hold off any longer as your pussy clenches his cock. He spills into you, your name floating off his lips like a prayer. “This is heaven,” he mumbles, heading falling forward, pressing into your neck as the last of him empties. “It has to be.”

You'd agree, but you were too breathless to find your voice.

He fixes himself back into his jeans and leans down, pulling your panties back up and smoothing your dress out. “How we doing this?” He asks, spinning you around to face him. “I'll distract my family and you sneak upstairs?”

“Not the most romantic aftercare I've received,” you laugh, “make sure to save me some of those rolls, though?”

He kisses your cheek. “If Perry hasn't already eaten them all.”

tagging: @livinginastory

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Girlies… why are we and bae fighting?

LEWIS PULLMAN as Todd Stevens The Line (2023) || dir. Ethan Berger

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Lew😭 I love how apologetic he is.