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Delicate

"I never knew such beauty existed in the world,"

Pairing: Kili Durin x fem! Reader 

Genre: smut, romantic

Word count: 2.8k 

a/n: This is a sweet and short one 😋 a quickie 

It is a dark night as Kili is sitting by the fire, surrounded by the rest of the dwarves who are asleep. While he is just looking into the flames, trying his best to keep his guard up and not fall asleep. Suddenly, he hears a suspicious motion in the bushes. He grabs his axe tight, slowly approaching.

“Who is it?” he whispers in an angry tone. “Reveal yourself!”

You step out from behind a tree, eyes narrowed at the dwarf in front of you. “Don’t be too loud, you will awaken your friends.”

He holds his axe up in a defensive position, ready to swing if necessary. “And who are you to tell me what to do, elf?” 

He looks at you in disbelief and suspicion. His eyes widen as he suddenly remembers his manners. “And what are you even doing here?”

“Calm yourself, I pose no threat to you.” You cautiously move closer to him, hands up to show him your lack of weapons. “Prince Kili, my name is Y/N.” 

He hesitantly lowers his axe but remains on guard. Looking you up and down, his grip on the handle remains tight. “What are your intentions here, then?”

He asks, his voice laced with suspicion and distrust. He can’t help but be wary of you, as elves and dwarves typically do not get along.

“My Lord Elrond sent me to keep an eye on you all.” You cross your arms under your chest, stepping closer. “I am only here to keep watch, you’re falling asleep so I figured I should take over for you.”

“Keep watch?” Kili laughs bitterly. “As if I believe that. You probably came here to gather information for your elven king.” 

He glances over at his sleeping comrades, making sure they’re still asleep. “I don’t need an elf spying on me while I rest.”

You take a seat next to him, crossing one leg over the other. “Just rest dwarf. I will not spy on you.”

He grumbles as you take a seat beside him. He still doesn’t trust you, but he’s too tired to be constantly on high alert. 

He leans back against a tree, keeping his axe close, and closes his eyes. “You better not try anything funny, elf.”

“Rest.” You command him, eyes on the horizon as you watch for any threats. Kili begins to drift to sleep, his head falling onto your shoulder.

"Mmm..." he mumbles, too tired to protest as his head hits your shoulder. 

He struggles to keep awake, but his exhaustion wins. He drifts off into a deep sleep, his breathing slow and steady.

He mutters something incoherent as he leans more into your shoulder, shifting closer in his sleep. 

Despite your tense body, Kili keeps sleeping peacefully against you, his warm breath against your neck.

He moves again, his head now resting fully on your lap. He makes a comfortable noise as he nuzzles against you in his sleep.

His hair brushes against your leg as he subconsciously wraps an arm around your waist.

You reach down, brushing your fingers through his hair gently. As you’ve followed the company on their journey, Kili has caught your attention, and your affection, perhaps even your heart.

He sighs contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair, his body relaxing under your touch. 

His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, pulling himself closer to you. Even in his sleep, he seems to enjoy your comfort.

“You’re quite sleepy aren’t you..” you murmur, head falling back against the tree as you trail your fingers down his back.

The feeling of your fingers tracing down his back sends a shiver down his spine, causing him to stir slightly in his sleep.

He looks up at you, his eyes hazy from grogginess. “Wh-What’s going on?” he mumbles, still half asleep.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep Prince.” You hush him, your hand going from his hair to his lips.

He blinks a few more times, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. He realizes he's lying on your lap, and that your hand is now on his lips. His cheeks flush a slight shade of red.  

"W-What are you doing?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. A small rabbit jumps out of the bush, capturing both of your attention. He watches the rabbit hop away, his thoughts distracted for a moment. 

He looks back up at you, his hand still resting on your hip. He realizes the situation he's in, his head resting in your lap and your hand still on his lips.

His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as he tries to sit up, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being so close to you.

"I-I'm sorry," he stutters, trying to gather his thoughts.

You push his head back down into your lap gently, “Don’t worry, you must be well rested so just go back to sleep.”

He tries to protest, his cheeks flushing even more with embarrassment. "But I-I can't just lie here in your lap like this..." he stutters, trying to push himself up again.

“You won’t be caught cuddling with an elf.” You reply, fingers tangling in his hair once again. “They are all asleep.”

His protests die on his lips as he feels your fingers in his hair once again. The soothing sensation causes him to relax slightly, his body losing some of its tension.

"But still...it's not right..." he mutters, his voice weakening as he leans into your touch.

“Not right?” You question, eyes scanning his features.

He shifts slightly in your lap, avoiding your gaze.

"F-For a prince of dwarves to... to lie in the lap of an elf..." he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. He glances up at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“So your status..” you begin, amusement in your tone. “Because you’re a Prince I should not lay my hands upon you?”

He looks up at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. "I-I...well, yes..." he stammers. 

He shifts again in your lap, his body betraying his own words as he unconsciously leans into your touch. "...we dwarves have our own rules and traditions you know," he mutters defensively.

“I see,” you grin. “So why are you still holding on to me, Prince?”

He freezes as your words sink in, his eyes widening in realization. 

He looks down, seeing that his hand is still resting on your hip. He quickly considers pulling it away, but his grip is firm, and he can't seem to let go.

"I-I..." he stutters, trying and failing to find an excuse. "I...I don't know..."

His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as he avoids your gaze, embarrassed by his own actions.

“You are quite adorable,” You brush your thumb over his cheek, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “For a dwarf of course.” He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since waking up. 

He can't help but notice how stunning you look, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. "Dwarves are not adorable. We are fearsome warriors. Feared across the land."

You lean forward, your gaze locked on his. “I couldn’t possibly fear you, not when you’re here in my lap like this.” Your eyes fall to his plush lips, tongue flicking out to wet your own lips.

His heart races in his chest as you lean closer to him, your gaze fixed on his lips. He can feel your breath against his face, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

"You...you should fear me," he protests weakly. "I'm a dwarf and a Prince at that..." He can't help but glance at your lips as well, his own tongue darting out to mirror your own actions. 

“Would you prefer I stop?” You breathe out, gulping slightly as you brush your thumb over his lips, wanting him closer.

His breath catches in his throat as your thumb caresses his lips. He can feel his resolve weakening, his body betraying his mind as he leans closer to you.

He shakes his head, his voice a soft whisper. "No...don't stop..." You dip your head, lips finally making contact with his.

He gasps softly, his eyes widening in surprise. But he doesn't pull away, instead melting into the kiss.

He reaches up, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He kisses you back hungrily, craving more.

He quickly shifts his position, straddling your hips as he deepens the kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close against him. 

He kisses you with a passion and intensity he didn't know he possessed, his tongue exploring your mouth as he desperately craves more of you.

You pull back, gasping for air, your face contorted with pleasure. “Kili..”

He looks down at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to calm his racing heart. 

Hearing you say his name sends a thrill down his spine, and he can't help but smile at the sound of it. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek.

"Say my name again.." he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

A possessive growl escapes his lips as you say his name again, his teeth sinking into your neck just below your ear.

He's drunk from the taste of you, intoxicated by the sound of his own name on your lips.

You let out a shocked moan, feeling his teeth against your sensitive skin. “Kili, right there..” You gasp.

He smirks against your skin, satisfied with your reaction. He plants kisses along your neck, his hands roaming your body, unable to get enough.

He whispers your name between kisses, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want you," he mutters, his words muffled by your skin, "I want you so badly."

“But my prince,” you tease. “Didn’t you say it was improper? A dwarf prince and an elf?” Your fingers trail down his abs.

He grumbles in protest, his body responding to your touch. He shivers as your fingers trail down his abs, his heart racing.

"Shut up, elf," he mutters, his voice betraying his true feelings. "You're just too damn alluring. How could I resist you.."

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours again. He eagerly kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his body presses against yours. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him.

He mutters your name between kisses, his body reacting to your touch. "You're driving me insane," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I want more."

He lifts you effortlessly, placing you on his lap as he continues to assault your neck with kisses. His hands roam your body, tracing every curve and contour, desperate to feel as much of you as possible.

"You're so soft.." he mutters, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "So damn soft."

“My prince… I need you.” You brush your fingers against his back. Your hips grind on his, causing soft gasps to leave your mouth. 

He groans as you grind against him, his body responding instantly to your movements. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he presses his own hips against yours.

"You drive me wild, you know that?" he mutters, his face buried in your neck as he kisses and bites at your skin. “You’re so damn perfect."

Kili’s grip tightens around you, his breathing erratic and shallow as your bodies move in sync with each other. He pulls back, his eyes searching yours with a fiery intensity. 

"I never knew...an elf could make me feel like this," he admits his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. "You're more than I could have ever imagined, Y/N."

You lean in, capturing his words with a kiss that's equally as passionate as the ones before. As your tongues dance together, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of the fire and the beating of your hearts.

Your hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. You pull away from the kiss, panting for air. "And you, Kili, are more than I could have ever hoped for."

He smiles, his cheeks flushed with emotion. "Is that so?" He leans in, whispering in your ear. "Then perhaps we should find a more... private place to continue this discussion?" His hand slides down your back, resting at the base of your spine.

You nod, unable to find the words to respond. The air is thick with anticipation as you both stand, Kili's arms around your waist, supporting you as you navigate the sleeping forms of his companions. 

The stars above twinkle down at you, seemingly aware of the secret unfolding beneath their gaze.

You lead him to a secluded spot, your heart racing in your chest. The night is cool, but the heat between the two of you is enough to keep you warm as you lay down together, the soft grass cushioning your bodies.

He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and trepidation. "I've never felt this way before," he confesses, his voice thick with emotion.

You stroke his cheek, reassuring him. "Neither have I."

With that, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours once again, sealing the bond that fate has woven between you. The whispers of the night envelop you as you explore each other, breaking down the barriers of prejudice and tradition that once stood firm between your kind.

Kili's hands tremble as they glide over your hips, gently lifting you to help in the process. He kisses along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he works to remove any barriers between you. 

His eyes never leave yours, he asks for permission with every touch, ensuring you're as eager as he is.

Once your legs are bare, he traces the soft skin of your inner thighs with his calloused fingertips, sending waves of desire through your body. His gaze is intense, filled with a passion that's been kindled in the fire of your shared moments.

With your consent, he shifts his weight, aligning his body with yours, the heat of his arousal evident. He swiftly slides out of his own pants, he kisses you deeply, his hand moving between your legs to touch you intimately. You gasp into the kiss, arching your back at the contact.

He whispers reassurances, his thumb circling your sensitive spot as he prepares to claim you in the most primal of ways. The tension builds as he slowly, carefully, pushes into you, feeling every inch of resistance give way to his insistence.

The moment he's fully inside, he stills, giving you time to adjust to his size. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, needing to feel all of him. The world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the sound of your mingled breaths and the rhythm of your hearts.

As he starts to move, the only word that passes between your lips is his name, a silent mantra of desire and need. The stars above seem to pulse with every stroke, echoing the passion that burns between you.

The dance of your bodies becomes a symphony of whispers and gasps, each movement a note that crescendos into a crescendo of pleasure.

Kili's eyes widen with surprise and satisfaction as he feels your muscles tighten around him, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure overwhelms you. His own climax is close, driven by the intense connection and the sight of your passion. 

He increases his pace, his own need building as he whispers your name in your ear, his movements becoming more urgent.

The world around you shatters into a million sparks of light as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of it. Kili's own release follows swiftly, his hips stuttering as he fills you completely, his face contorted in a silent shout of pleasure.

You cling to him, your breathing ragged and your heart hammering in your chest. He collapses against you, his weight a comfort as the aftershocks of your shared ecstasy roll through your bodies.

For a long moment, you both remain still, your hearts beating in sync as you catch your breath. Then, with a gentle smile, Kili brushes the hair from your face, his eyes filled with affection. "I never knew such beauty existed in the world," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

You return the smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that's more than just the afterglow of passion. "Neither did I, my prince," you whisper back, your eyes shining with happiness.

[cowboybeepboop]

Red

"Now, now, darlin', We're not done just yet.”

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.7k 

Summary: You’re playing football with the team and Jake gets a little worked up, he goes to cool off but you have plans of your own. 

a/n: Glen Powell is always on my mind guys 😣 i can't escape him

No one on this team is more of a flirt than Jake Seresin, he’s been all over you since the day he laid eyes on you. It’s not that you don’t enjoy the attention but you know better than to give into him. Although your fight is starting to waver. He might be a flirt, a real player, but damn is he perfect.

He is, to say the least, an attractive sight—and that was what annoyed you the most, his perfect smile, the way he'd smile your way, making your heart skip a beat, his cocky demeanor, and the way he looked in his flight suit. 

The beach football game was in full swing, the sun was shining and the team was split into two. You wore a red bikini top and some shorts, and you stood out from the rest of the men as one of the two women in the group.

Hangman was having a really hard time focusing on the game, his eyes constantly traveling to you. The sight of you in your red bikini top, and shorts, your legs on full display. He constantly found himself getting distracted by your body, especially the way your curves looked in the clothing. He was struggling to keep his cool while playing the game but he still was playing decently, however, he kept sneaking glances at you in your lovely attire.

As you moved to block the pass, you noticed Jake was distracted, very much distracted. His eyes were practically glued to your body, it was obvious that he was struggling to focus on the game, the way your body looked in your outfit was driving him insane, he was finding it hard to resist the urge to just stop playing and just look at you instead.

“Are you distracted Hangman?” you quip with a slight smirk. 

Hangman's eyes snapped up from your body and he quickly regained his composure. "Distracted? Me? Never" he replied with a cocky smile, trying to act unaffected. His eyes still lingered on your body for a moment before he quickly looked away.

“Oh really?” you brush your hand against his hip, “You look like you’re imagining me without my top.” Hangman's breath hitched when you brushed your hand against his hip, a shiver running down his spine at your touch. And as you walk away, giving him a suggestive glance over your shoulder, he couldn't help but let out a low, quiet groan.

"God damn you" he muttered to himself as he watched you walk away, his mind replaying your words over and over, the image of you without your top on now burned in his mind. 

Hangman's eyes were fixated on your chest, watching every move as you jumped up, the way your breasts bounced and the way your body moved. He was trying so hard to focus on the game, to ignore the way you were distracting him, but the more he tried, the more his thoughts became filled with only you.

He shifted uncomfortably in his shorts, feeling them becoming tighter and more restricted as his mind filled with thoughts of you, the way you looked in your bikini top. 

As the game ended and your team won, you turned to look at Jake, only to find him looking incredibly distracted. It was obvious that he had been struggling to focus on the game in the last few minutes, his eyes had been constantly on you, the way you moved, the way you looked in your bikini.

"You okay over there, Hangman?" you ask with a knowing smirk, enjoying the effect you were having on him. Jake's eyes snapped up to meet yours, and he quickly cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said with a cocky smile, though his voice was slightly strained. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to act nonchalant, but he couldn't help the way his eyes drifted down to your body again, taking in your appearance.

As the team sits on the beach with their beers, enjoying the sunset, you notice Jake stealing glances at you, his eyes wandering to your body every now and then. You smirk to yourself, knowing exactly what he's looking at.

And when you catch his gaze, you pull your hair back, revealing your collarbone to him, a subtle yet deliberate tease. Hangman's eyes widen slightly, his gaze immediately drawn to the exposed skin, his mouth going dry at the sight.

Jake mumbles something about going for a swim, adjusting his shorts as he walks towards the water. You catch a glimpse of the subtle movement, noticing the way he's trying to hide the aching bulge.

As he enters the water, he lets out a sigh of relief, hoping the cool water will help calm his arousal. But looking around, he catches sight of you sitting on the beach. 

You quickly slip out of your shorts, aware that Jake's gaze was fixed on you. You could feel his eyes on you, watching every move you made. The thought of him watching you made you feel a little bit daring.

As you stepped towards the water, you made sure to move slowly, giving him the full view of your body in your bikini, the evening's light emphasizing your curves and making you shimmer.

“Thought I would join you.” As you stepped into the water, a shiver ran down your spine from the coldness, immediately bringing a sense of goosebumps on your skin. But still, you continued to approach him, your eyes full of mischief.

Jake's eyes followed your every step, his gaze tracing the contour of your body, the way your bikini top moved as you adjusted it, his breaths becoming more shallow as you neared him.

“You seem really worked up there, Seresin.” you tease, stopping in front of him. 

Jake took a shuddering breath, trying to keep his cool as he replied with a smirk. "Worked up, honey? Never."

But his response was strained, his voice hoarse as he struggled to maintain his composure with you standing so close. His eyes were raking over your body once more, taking in the sight of you in your bikini.

“So then, you wouldn’t mind if I swam topless?” you raise an eyebrow, watching his reaction. Jake's eyes widened at your suggestion, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his face. 

He tried to keep his cool but couldn't help the way his mouth went dry at the thought of you with no top on. "I... uh... I'd actually prefer if you did." he managed to say, his voice gruff and his eyes fixated on you, hungry and full of lust.

“Tsk, of course you would.” you turn your back to him, “Then why don't you do the honor and untie me.” Jake swallowed hard, his eyes following you as you turned around, showing him your back and the strap of your bikini top. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his hands itching to touch you, to feel your skin against his.

"You really don't need to ask twice," he said, his voice low and hoarse. He took a step forward, his hands moving to the strap on your back, his fingers slightly shaking from excitement and anticipation.

He slowly untied the knot, his eyes never leaving your body, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing second. Jake's eyes were transfixed as the strings dangle at your side, his hand moving closer to your bare skin, yearning to touch you, to feel your body against his. 

But he held back, waiting, waiting to see if you would pull it from around your neck, anticipating the moment when he could finally let himself touch you. "God damn.." he breathed out, his eyes raking over your bare back, his hands twitching by his sides, holding onto the last bit of self-control he had.

“You’re holding back a lot better than I anticipated.” you tease, turning to face him. Jake's breath hitched at your touch, the feel of your finger gently pressing under his chin to make him meet your gaze sent a bolt of electricity through him. 

He tried to keep his cool, he really did, but the feeling of your hand on his skin and the sight of your bare chest in front of him was driving him insane. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on yours, his voice hoarse as he replied "You have no idea how much I'm holding back, darlin'.."

Your hand trails down his chest, fingers tracing his muscles as you move closer. “I don't want you to hold back Jake.” his eyes darkened with desire as you stepped closer, your bodies almost touching.

He took a ragged breath as your words registered in his mind, "You... you don't?" he managed to breathe out, his voice low and gruff, his body tensing under your touch. You shake your head, a small smirk still painted on your lips. You tuck your bikini top in the waistband of your bottoms, making sure not to lose them. 

“I’ve been teasing you for a reason. Don’t you know how impractical it is to play football in a skimpy bikini?” you brush past him, treading further into the water, beckoning for him to come closer. 

"You have been a tease.. a very good one," he said, his voice low and hoarse with lust. He followed you into the water, his steps becoming more eager as you beckoned him closer, his body aching to touch you.

You stop moving once the water covers your chest, turning to face him once again. “And you’ve been very good at keeping your hands to yourself.” 

Jake couldn't take his eyes off you, watching as the water covered your chest, making your skin glisten in the soft lighting. Your words snapped him out of his trance, his hands itching to touch you, to feel your skin under his palms.

He took a step closer, his hands reaching out to touch you, gently tracing your collarbone with his fingers, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. "I've been trying real hard, but you're making it damn near impossible" he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

You shiver at his touch, hands moving to his hips as you grip him softly. “Then stop resisting your urges, Jake.” 

Jake's breath hitched as your hands move to his hips, gripping him softly, the contact sending a bolt of electricity through him. Your words echoed in his mind, the small permission giving him the last push he needed.

"You really want me to stop holding back, darling?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at you, his hands beginning to move, tracing the curves of your body.

“I want you to fuck me.” your fingers dig into his skin as you kiss his chest. “Right here, in the water.” you gaze up at him, eyes full of desire. Jake's breath caught in his throat as your words hit him, a sharp intake of air as the desire in your eyes and your kiss on his chest made his body tense with need.

"You... you're killing me, woman.." he breathed out, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your body closer to him. "Right here, huh? In the water?" he asked, his voice rough with lust as he looked down at you.

“Mhm..” you wrap your arms around his neck, your hardened nipples pressing into his warm chest. “Right here, out in the open.” Jake groaned as your arms wrapped around his neck, your body pressed firmly against his, your nipples hardening against his chest. The feeling sent a shiver of desire through him, his control slipping further and further.

He grabbed your hips, holding you tightly against him, his voice low and gruff as he replied, "You're wicked, darlin'..." he captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his body responding to your presence, his need for you growing.

Jake's hands grasped your thighs firmly, gently guiding them to wrap around his waist as the water reached your hips. His strong arms supported your weight effortlessly as he kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth with a passion that mirrored the heat building in your core. 

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping the strands as he deepened the kiss, his desire for you unmistakable. The taste of saltwater mingled with the sweetness of your lips, adding a wild, natural flavor to the intensity of the moment. Your legs tightened around him, your body instinctively drawing closer, craving the connection as the cool water enveloped you both. 

The sensation of his bare chest against your skin, the feel of his cock pressing against you, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore were the only things that existed in your world as the kiss grew more urgent, more demanding.

As the kiss grew more heated, Jake's hands slid down to your ass, cupping it firmly as he began to move you both further into the water, the gentle waves now reaching your waist. He knew everyone was around, but the lust in your eyes and the feel of your body against his was too much to resist. 

The water swirled around you, obscuring the lower portions of your bodies as he began to grind up into you, his hardened length pressing against the fabric of your bikini bottoms. You gasped into his mouth as the sensation shot through you, your core already soaked and eager for more. 

The coolness of the ocean water didn't dampen the fire between you; if anything, it made the heat of your bodies stand out even more, a stark contrast to the surrounding elements. The way he held you, the way his body moved against yours, it was like he was claiming you right here and now, and you couldn't get enough of it. 

Your nails dug into his back, urging him closer, the friction between you growing more intense with each passing second. The world around you melted away as your focus narrowed to the two of you, the passion in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jake broke the kiss for a moment, his breaths heavy and eyes filled with a primal hunger. He slid his hands down to the waistband of his swim trunks and with a quick motion, slipped them down, his erection springing free and poking into your clothed pussy. He groaned at the sensation, the fabric of your bikini bottom the only barrier between you two. 

His hand slid between your thighs and with a gentle yet firm tug, he slid the fabric aside, exposing your bare pussy to the cool ocean water and his eager length. He leaned back in, capturing your mouth in another fiery kiss as he positioned himself, the tip of his erection nudging at your entrance. 

You moaned into his mouth, the anticipation building, your legs tightening around his waist as you silently begged for him to fill you. Jake's hands gripped your ass tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed himself closer, the water rushing in to fill the space between your bodies. 

The pressure was unbearable, the need for him to be inside you growing with each pulse of your heart. And with one final, desperate kiss, he thrust into you, the feel of your warmness enveloping him making him groan with pleasure.

With a groan of pure pleasure, Jake began to slowly guide your hips on him, his powerful thighs flexing as he thrust up to meet your movements. Each stroke was measured, deliberate, as he filled you completely, the friction of your bodies moving together in the cool water sending waves of heat through your core. 

His kisses trailed down from your mouth to your neck, along your collarbone, and to the tops of your breasts, leaving a trail of wetness and desire in their wake. His teeth nipped at your sensitive skin, eliciting gasps and soft moans that only served to spur him on. His hands roamed over your bare back, tracing the lines of your spine as he felt your muscles tighten and release with each movement. 

The sound of your moans and the feel of your tight pussy gripping him was driving him wild. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he wanted you, how much he needed this, as his hips met yours in a steady, passionate rhythm. The water around you grew warmer, churned by your vigorous movements and the heat of your passion. 

Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body responding to his touch as if it had been made for this moment. His eyes locked on yours, watching the ecstasy build within you, feeling the tension coil tighter with every gasp for breath. His strokes grew more urgent, his kisses more demanding, as he claimed every inch of you, leaving no part of your body untouched by his desire.

Jake's body tensed as his own release grew imminent, his hips bucking up into yours with a desperation that mirrored the need in your eyes. He could feel your warm breath on his shoulder as you buried your face into his neck, the soft moans escaping your lips music to his ears. Each stroke grew more demanding, his cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy with a slickness that only added to the urgency of the moment. 

The water around you swirled with your movements, the waves lapping at your bodies as the intensity grew. His fingers dug into your ass, holding you in place as he drove into you harder, faster, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps. He knew you were close, could feel the tremors in your legs and the way your nails dug into his skin. His movements grew erratic, his need for release overpowering his control. 

The sound of your moans grew louder, yet not loud enough to reach the shore, your body tightening around him as you reached the peak of pleasure. With one final, deep thrust, Jake let go, his body shuddering as he filled you with his warmth, the feeling of your orgasm milking him dry. 

You clung to him, your breaths mingling as the waves of pleasure washed over both of you, leaving you both gasping for air and weak in the knees. The world around you ceased to exist as you both rode the waves of your climax, lost in the moment of pure, unbridled passion.

His face was buried in your hair, his breath hot on your neck as his chest heaved with exertion. He was silent for a moment, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves and the distant chatter of the others on the beach.

Finally, he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze roaming over your face as if he was seeing you for the first time. You cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing his cheekbones. 

He watched as your legs unwrapped from his waist, a pang of emptiness filling him as he felt you move away. Jake wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as his hands roamed over your body, tracing the lines and curves as if to memorize every inch of you. 

You press a soft kiss to his lips, one much less intense than your last few. Jake responded to the softer kiss with equal tenderness, his lips molding gently against yours. The intensity of the moment had subsided, replaced by a quieter, more intimate connection. 

He savored the feel of your mouth on his, the taste of your lips, the way your bodies fit seamlessly together. His hands held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry to deepen the connection further.

“Jake,” you murmur his name while pulling back, one hand going to retrieve your bikini top. “Can you tie this back on?” You hand him the small piece of fabric. 

Jake's eyes flutter open as you murmur his name, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He watches as you hand him your bikini top, his fingers brushing against yours briefly before he takes it.

"Of course, darlin'" he replies, his voice still hoarse from the previous moments.

He stands in the water, holding the bikini top in his hands, his gaze lingering on your bare chest for a moment longer before he turns his attention to the task at hand. The gentleness of his touch sends a shiver down your back as you lean into his body. 

Jake's fingers move deftly as he ties the bikini top on your back, his hands brushing against your skin as he works. He can feel your body shiver under his touch, the reaction making his heart thump a little faster.

As he finishes tying the final knot, he lets his hands drift to your waist, holding you against him. His chin rests on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Done, darlin'"

“Mm, thank you.” You pat his chest as you pull away from him, closing your eyes before you plunge into the cold saltwater. 

As soon as you ducked into the cold water, Jake's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back up to him. He pulled you tight against his chest, relishing the feel of your body pressed against his.

"Now, now, darlin'," he drawled, his voice dripping with charm. "We're not done just yet."

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he let his fingers trail up and down your spine. "Can't have you floating away on me just yet."

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Forever and Always

"That's it," he husks, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Good girl."

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: After an argument, there’s only one way to make it up.

a/n: This is a short one, but hopefully it’s good 🙏 Let me know if you have any requests or send me a message if there’s anything you’d like to see! 

The car ride was tense and silent after you got into an argument outside the restaurant after your date. You stared out the window, your breath forming a foggy cloud on the glass as you gaze out into the night. 

He gripped the wheel tightly, frustration etched on his face, the air was thick with silence. Every now and then his gaze would steal glances at you, the tightness in his jaw belying the emotions he was trying to keep in check. 

The car rolled on, the only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional rumble of the road. He wanted to say something, *anything*, to break the uncomfortable silence, but his pride and anger would not let him. It was a constant battle in his mind, between apologies and stubbornness.

You could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him. You could sense the anger and frustration radiating off of him, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being the first to apologize.

He gritted his teeth as you continued to ignore him. He couldn't stand the silence, it was driving him crazy. His fingers drummed impatiently on the steering wheel, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to say but couldn't. 

Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore. With a gruff huff, he spoke up, his voice edged with irritation. "Are you really going to give me the silent treatment all the way home?"

Staying stubborn, you continue to refuse to acknowledge him. At this point it’s purely because *he* should apologize if he wants to fix things. 

He couldn't help but scoff at your continued silence. He knew you, he knew your stubbornness, and he also knew that it would take a lot for you to cave in first. 

When his hand landed on your thigh, his touch was firm, his fingers gently kneading into your skin through the fabric of your dress. He let out another huff, this one more frustrated than the last. "Come on, you can't just ignore me forever."

“Not forever, but for now.” You mutter while pushing his hand off your thigh, shooting a glare his way.

He rolled his eyes as you pushed his hand away, that damn stubborn look on your face making him want to both shake you *and* kiss you. He returned your glare, his own filled with equal parts irritation and desire.

When he placed his hand back on your thigh, he squeezed it a little harder this time, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. 

You reach for his hand again before he stops you. He catches your hand before you can push him away again, his grip firm yet gentle. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand captive in his.

He lets out another sigh, a mixture of frustration and resignation in his voice. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

He brings your hand up to his mouth and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your hand. Your body softens at his affection, feeling the anger leaving your body. 

“You’re just as stubborn,” you huff out as you look over at his perfect face, his annoyingly perfect side profile, his strong jaw, he’s so frustratingly perfect. 

He chuckled at your response, a low rumble deep in his chest. "Damn right I am."

His eyes flicked over to you, his gaze roaming over your features, taking in your perfect face, your pouty lips, the way your hair frames your face. He's equally as frustrated but also impossibly drawn to you. 

"But I'm not the one giving you the silent treatment." He brought your hand up to his lips again, peppering tender kisses across your knuckles.

“That’s only because you hate the quiet.” You sigh out as your gaze wanders back out the window.

He chuckles again, but it's a softer, more affectionate sound this time. He knows you're right - he does hate the quiet, especially when it comes between you two.

He keeps your hand in his, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. He's quiet for a moment, then speaks again, his voice much quieter than before.

"I'd rather hear you yelling at me than have you ignore me, you know." You turn back to him with a soft smile. 

“You love the sound of my voice that much?” He returns your smile, his gaze softens with fondness.

"You have no idea." He replies, his voice low and earnest. "Your voice is like music to me. The sound of your laugh, the way you say my name, even when you're yelling at me. I can't get enough of it."

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb still tracing its slow circles on your skin. You lean over to press a kiss to his jawline using your free hand to slide down his chest.

He lets out a low, content moan as you press your lips to his jawline. He turns his head to the side slightly, giving you better access.

At the same time, your hand trailing down his chest makes his breath catch in his throat. He's never been able to resist your touch, and the proximity you've just created is making him ache for more.

"Oh, you're gonna play dirty, huh?" He murmurs, his voice a little huskier than usual.

“Anything to make you apologize first,” you whisper against his skin, trailing soft kisses down his jaw.

His hand tightens its grip on yours as you trail kisses down his jaw, each one igniting a fire within him. He lets out a shaky breath, his other hand clutching the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

"You're cheating," he mutters through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice steady. "But I have to admit, it's working."

He shivers slightly as your touch and your lips explore his neck, his resolve quickly crumbling. 

“I’m cheating? I thought it was just.. using my assets.” You murmur into his ear before settling back in your seat. 

He lets out a low growl, his frustration from earlier now mixed with a heady dose of desire. You playing the seductive card is not playing fair, and you know it.

He turns to look at you, his gaze darkened by lust and the remnants of annoyance. "You're going to pay for that," he mutters, his voice thick with gravel.

With a hard swallow, he tries to focus on the road again, but his mind is now overrun with thoughts of what he wants to do to you when you get home.

“Bring it on then,” you smirk as you let go of his hand, trailing your fingers up his buff arm. 

His breathing becomes laboured as your fingers dance over his arm, sending a wave of heat through his body. 

His grip tightens on the wheel again, his knuckles turning white. He's quickly running out of patience. The combination of you touching him and being so close to your apartment is driving him crazy.

As he pulls the car into the parking lot, the tension in the cabin is undeniable, a mixture of irritation, desire, and anticipation.

You pull his face toward your own, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. The moment your lips crash against his, he practically melts. The tension and resistance he'd been holding onto all night crumbles beneath the force of your kiss.

He responds greedily, his hand gripping the back of your head, tangling in your hair. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring and possessing with a need that was purely primal.

He breaks the kiss to gasp for air, his breathing ragged and labored. "We need to get inside." He groans, his voice husky and filled with need.

You smile against his lips as you press another soft kiss to his. He lets out another low moan, the sound a mix of desire and frustration.

"Tease," he mutters through gritted teeth before all but scooping you out of the car and slamming the door shut behind him. He holds you tightly against him as he makes his way to the apartment, his mind a wild storm of thoughts and emotions. 

The moment you step through the door, he pins you against the wall, his hands roaming all over your body. His knee slips between your thighs causing you to moan quietly. Your own hands wander his body as you pull him closer.

He groans against your neck, the sounds you're making driving him wild. His knee applies just the right amount of pressure between your thighs, causing your moans to grow louder.

His hands travel over your curves, gripping and squeezing, desperately trying to get closer to you. His lips assault your neck, leaving a trail of scorching hot kisses. "Damn it," he growls, "the things you do to me."

“Mm more…” you moan out, “I need more.” Your hips grind against his knee as you try to get more friction.

He growls at the feel of your hips grinding against him. The sound of your moan sends a shiver down his spine, a low, primal response rising within him.

His hands grip your hips, pressing you harder against him, his knee applying even more pressure between your legs. "You want more, baby? I'll give you more, but you gotta say please."

“Please Ty, please.” Your moans become more desperate as he continues to tease you. The sound of you moaning urgently, pleading for more, unleashes something primal within him. Your use of his nickname, coupled with the desperation in your voice, snaps the last bit of self-restraint he has left.

His knee applies more and more pressure, his large hands guiding your hips to grind against him at the perfect angle. "That's it," he husks, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Good girl."

With a snarl of need, Tyler abruptly lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. The intensity in his eyes is almost scary, but you know it's all for you, all because of you. 

The room spins as he sets you down on the bed, his mouth claiming yours again in a bruising kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting. His hands are everywhere, unbuttoning your dress, slipping it off your shoulders, exposing your bare skin to the cool air and his hot touch. 

The argument seems a distant memory as passion takes over, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the thundering of your hearts in the quiet apartment. 

Tyler's hands continue to roam, his touch feverish and hungry. He kisses you deeply, his tongue dueling with yours as the last of your dress slides to the floor. Your own hands are equally busy, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. 

As the fabric falls away, revealing his chiseled torso, you trace your fingertips over his muscles, feeling his heart pound beneath your touch. The bed dips as he hovers over you, the heat of his body searing yours, setting every nerve ending alight. 

His eyes never leave yours, a silent apology and promise in their depths as he whispers, "I'm sorry," against your lips. And even though it's not the grandiose gesture you were expecting, the sincerity in his voice, in his touch, is all the apology you need. 

The tension of the night unravels into an explosion of need as you kiss him back with all the emotion you've been holding in, your bodies speaking a language that needs no words to convey the love and desire that burns between you.

The intensity of the moment reaches a crescendo as Tyler's hand slides up your bare thigh, gripping it firmly as he kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. You arch into his touch, your breath hitching as his thumb grazes the edge of your panties. He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark with passion, and says, "You're mine."

The possessive tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you nod, your voice a mere whisper. "Yes, I'm yours. All yours." The words hang in the air, a declaration that seems to release the last of the tension from the evening. With a fierce growl, he hooks his fingers under the elastic of your underwear and pulls them down, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze. 

Your legs part willingly for him, and he settles between them, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he kisses a path from your knee to your inner thigh. His hand glides up to cup you, his thumb finding your most sensitive spot, and you can't help but cry out, your hips jerking up to meet his touch.

He knows exactly how to make you squirm, how to make you beg, and he uses that knowledge to his full advantage, teasing and tormenting until you're on the edge of sanity. And as he brings you closer and closer to the brink, the anger from earlier is replaced by something much more potent - love, desire, and a fierce need to claim you as his own, to erase any doubt from your mind that you are indeed his. 

The world outside the bedroom fades away, leaving only the two of you, entangled in a dance of passion and apology that somehow feels more intimate than any words could ever convey.

The heat between you is palpable as Tyler's thumb continues to rub slow, tantalizing circles over your sensitive spot. Your breaths become shallower, your chest heaving as the tension builds. "Ty, I need..." you breathe out, unable to form coherent sentences. His eyes meet yours, a silent question, and you nod, desperate for release. 

He leans down, his warm breath fanning over your skin before his mouth closes over you, his tongue swirling and flicking, making you cry out with pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming, and you clutch at the bedcovers, your body writhing under his expert touch. 

Each stroke of his tongue sends shockwaves through you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. With your orgasm still echoing in the air, Tyler's eyes flicker with something other than anger for the first time since the argument. The raw, primal need in his gaze sends another wave of heat through your body. 

He kisses a path up your stomach, chest, and neck before claiming your mouth again, his tongue delving deep, sharing your taste with you. Your legs fall open wider, inviting him in, and he takes full advantage, sliding his hips against yours. The feel of his hardness pressing against your softness makes you whimper into his mouth. 

The need for more is overwhelming, and you reach down to unbuckle his pants, desperate to feel him inside you. He groans against your lips, his own hands helping to free himself from the confines of his clothing.

With a final tug, his pants fall to the floor, and he's naked before you, his body a sculpted masterpiece of desire and restrained power. The sight of him sends a thrill through you, and you pull him closer, needing to feel all of him against all of you. 

He kisses you deeply as he enters you, filling you in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you moaning his name again. The tension of the night shatters into a million pieces as you move together, each stroke a silent apology, each kiss a promise to never let anger come between you again. 

The world outside the bedroom ceases to exist as you lose yourself in the rhythm of your bodies, the argument forgotten in the haze of passion that burns between you. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, Tyler's powerful strokes become deeper and more urgent, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the desire play out on your face. 

Your breaths mingle, your bodies slick with sweat, and your fingernails dig into his back as the intensity of your connection grows. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, a testament to the passion that has overtaken you both. 

You meet him thrust for thrust, your hips rising to meet his, your own desire a mirror of his. The tension of the evening has transformed into a fiery dance of forgiveness and lust, each of you giving and receiving in a symphony of carnality that speaks louder than any words ever could.

The world outside the bedroom falls away, and in this moment, there's nothing but the two of you, tangled in a web of passion that promises to heal the rift that had briefly threatened to tear you apart. As you reach your peak together, your bodies shuddering with the force of your shared release, you know that no matter what challenges life throws at you, your love is strong enough to conquer them all.

As the waves of pleasure ebb away, Tyler collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into the warm embrace of his arms. Your hearts pound in unison, the rhythm matching the pulse that still echoes between your legs. He kisses your forehead, the tenderness of the gesture a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had just consumed you both. "I'm sorry," he whispers again, his voice thick with emotion. 

You look up at him, the love in your eyes clear and unmistakable. "It's okay… I’m sorry too.” you murmur, your voice still a little shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. You stroke his cheek gently, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips. "I love you," you say, and the tension in his body relaxes further. 

He kisses you again, this time a soft, lingering kiss that speaks of love and promise. The silence that follows isn't filled with anger or frustration, but rather a comforting warmth that blankets the two of you as you lie tangled in the sheets. 

The argument seems like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours and the reassurance of your love. Tyler tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer, as if afraid you might vanish. 

His hand runs through your hair, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheekbone. "I love you too," he whispers back, his voice a quiet rumble. And in that moment, all is right in the world again.

[cowboybeepboop]

Glen Powell Masterlist<3

Since I write so much for Glen Powell I figured I might as well create a masterlist for y'all!

Also my requests are always always open so feel free to send any my way! It can be anything or anyone 😛

Tyler Owens:

Dazed

Wild ride

The chase

Forbidden

javi/ty req

Always been you

Lost in you

hidden relationship req

jealous req

Fling

ride

preg

scarred

Oblivious

Jake "Hangman" Seresin:

Old friends

Masseuse

Addicted

angst req

Heated

Sugar

Desire

Hawaiian Hangout

[cowboybeepboop]

Dazed

“Princess, we really have to sleep now.”

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, romantic, friends to lovers

Word count: 6k

Summary: You share a bed with Tyler while on the road.

Warnings: Slow burn????, miscommunication trope, oral: male and fem receiving, p in v, unprotected sex.

a/n: Hope y'all enjoy <3 My requests are open, as always!

The engine of the battered pickup truck rumbled, a steady rhythm that matched the thump of your heart in your chest. Raindrops danced across the windshield, each a brief sparkle before the wipers swept them away. Tyler Owens, your best friend and the internet's favorite Tornado Wrangler, gripped the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the road ahead. The headlights carved a tunnel of light through the dark, storm-soaked night. His profile, silhouetted against the dashboard's glow, was as familiar to you as the back of your own hand.

In the backseat, Boone and Lily were lost in their own world, their voices a low murmur of excitement recounting the day's chase. The electricity of the storms had carried over into their banter, their laughter echoing off the plastic interior. You couldn't help but smile at their boundless energy. They were the yin to your yang, the thrill-seekers to your analytical mind.

The truck's tires crunched over gravel as Tyler steered into the motel parking lot. The neon sign flickered above, casting an eerie glow over the puddles that had formed in the dips of the asphalt. Raindrops tapped a staccato beat on the metal roof as the wind picked up. The motel looked like a tired old warrior that had seen too many battles, but it was home for the night. Tyler put the truck in park and turned off the engine, the sudden silence punctuated only by the distant rumble of thunder.

You grabbed your backpack and climbed out, stretching your legs. Your knees popped from the hours spent in the cramped space. Boone and Lily followed, their excitement not dampened by the rain. You all dashed towards the office, the cold air biting at your skin. Inside, the warmth and the smell of stale coffee greeted you. The clerk, a woman with a beehive hairdo, squinted at you over her glasses. She looked like she'd been there since the dawn of time, her expression a mix of boredom and skepticism.

While Tyler checked in, you pulled out your phone, the screen lighting up your face in the dimly lit room. A flurry of notifications fluttered down, a mix of weather updates and messages from your friends and family worrying about your safety. You quickly typed out a reassuring reply to your mom, promising to stay safe and out of the storm's path, despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You felt a pang of guilt for not calling her sooner.

As Tyler approached, a single key dangled from his calloused fingers, catching the light. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the air between you felt charged. The tension in your relationship was as palpable as the storm outside. He smirked, the corner of his mouth tugging upward, and you couldn't help but feel a jolt of attraction.

"Looks like we're bunking together," he said, his voice low and gruff. "They only had one room left." Tyler's smirk widened as he saw the mixture of emotions flash across your face.

The close quarters of a motel room for the night were bound to create a test of boundaries and emotions. "Don't worry," he added, a hint of genuine reassurance in his voice, "I can always sleep on the floor if you're uncomfortable." Although the offer was sincere, a part of him hoped you'd say no.

“Are you sure you won't mind sleeping on the floor?” you were secretly grateful that he suggested it, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep if he was in the same bed as you. You walk toward the stairs, heading to the room with Tyler hot on your heels.

Tyler chuckled under his breath at your concern. Of course, he didn't want to sleep on the floor, but he could tell you were relieved by the offer. The thought of spending the night so close to you made his heart race, but he'd never admit it.

"Nah, it's no big deal," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant, masking the disappointment as he followed you up the creaking stairs. "I've slept in worse places."

The motel room was small and cramped. The only source of light came from a single, flickering bulb in the ceiling, casting a dim glow across the room. You jump onto the bed, immediately relaxing into the mattress with a sigh.

“Thank you.” you murmur, voice muffled by the bedding. Tyler chuckled again at the sight of you on the bed, your body sinking into the cheap motel mattress. He leaned his tall frame against the closed door, watching you with a mixture of amusement and something deeper.

"No problem." He said, his voice betraying a hint of fondness beneath his typical gruff exterior. "You deserve a comfortable night's sleep after dealing with me and those storms all day."

“Dealing with you is easy,” you turn over on the mattress, stretching out your limbs with a soft moan.

Tyler's eyes traced your form as you shifted on the bed, the soft moan escaping your lips sending a jolt of electricity through him. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the effect your casual movement had on him.

"Easy, huh," he teased, his voice slightly strained. "That's good to hear. Sometimes I think I drive you crazy."

“Nah, not at all.” you sit up, grinning at him. “Don’t tell anyone else but you’re my favorite.” you slip out of your shoes.

Tyler's heart skipped a beat at your words, his rugged exterior faltering momentarily. He quickly regained his composure, a smirk spreading across his handsome face as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.

"Oh, am I your favorite, huh? Sounds like I've grown on you." He teased, leaning a shoulder against the wall, the soft glow from the light highlighting the sharp line of his jaw.

You giggle in response, “Close your eyes, I need to change.” you reach for your bag, pulling a t-shirt out. He groans in protest, but closes them nonetheless. You pull at your wet clothes, slipping out of your shirt and pants.

Tyler's breath hitches in his throat as he peeks through his half-closed eyelid, his gaze raking over your bare back. The air in the room suddenly feels thicker, charged with an undertone of want he can't quite ignore.

He quickly snaps his eyes shut, his heart hammering in his chest. He tries to ignore the images now seared in his mind, the way your skin had appeared in the dim light, the faint curve of your silhouette. You slip your t-shirt on, covering up your damp skin.

“Okay, you're good to open your eyes.” you smile warmly. “We should get your floor bed set up before it gets too much later..” you yawn softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs still bare.

Tyler opens his eyes, the sight of your bare legs sending another jolt through him. He quickly looks away, trying to regain his composure and focus on the task at hand. "Right," he says, his voice gruff. "Let's get that floor set up."

He grabs an extra blanket from the closet, shaking it out as he walks over to the floor next to the bed. He lays it down, his movements slightly stiff and awkwardly, his mind still occupied with the images of your naked back.

You help him put things together, placing the towels on the floor for some padding and placing a pillow down for him. “You’re sure you don't want me to sleep on the floor?”

Tyler waves away your concern, his usual rough demeanor slipping back into place. "No, it's fine," he reassures you, a hint of stubbornness in his voice. "You take the bed. I've slept in worse places."

He sits down on the makeshift bed, testing the thickness with a hand before laying down and folding his arms behind his head. You turn the light off and slip under the covers, “Okay, Goodnight Ty.” you murmur, voice soft as you cuddle into the sheets.

Tyler watches as you settle into the bed, the dim light casting shadows across your face. He swallows hard, the urge to reach out and touch you almost overwhelming.

"Good night," he replies gruffly, his voice thick. "Get some sleep."

He shifts on the floor, the makeshift bed feeling even more uncomfortable now that you're so close yet so far. He turns over, facing away from you, the silence in the room deafening.

Almost 30 minutes have gone by with you restless and shivering with the coldness of the room. You toss and turn in the bed, mind focused on Tyler laying on the floor, you sigh while biting down on your lip. You move to the edge of the mattress, looking down at his body.

“Tyler?” you whisper his name, reaching down to touch his arm gently. “Are you still awake?” Tyler jolts slightly at the feel of your touch, his senses on high alert. He'd been trying to sleep, his mind stubbornly refusing to quiet down, especially with you in such close proximity.

He turns over, his gaze meeting yours in the dark. The shadows of his face are sharp and defined, his eyes reflecting the scant light. "Yeah," he replies quietly, his voice gruff. "I'm awake. What's wrong?"

“I can't sleep…” you mutter, “I’m too cold...” Tyler's expression softens at your words, his gruff exterior melting away. He can hear the note of vulnerability in your voice, the quiet admission of discomfort sending a pang through his chest.

"You’re cold?" he asks unnecessarily, already knowing the answer. He hesitates for a moment, his mind battling with his body’s need to be close to you. He sits up with a sigh, pushing the blanket off him. "Move over."

You scoot over, giving him space on the bed. Tyler stands and crawls into the bed next to you, the mattress shifting under his weight. The small bed suddenly feels even tinier with his large frame next to you. He lies on his back, keeping a small gap between the two of you.

"You're always so damn cold," he mutters, wrapping an arm behind his head. "You gonna be able to sleep now?" you move to his side, cuddling into his body as you rest your cheek on his chest.

“Mhm,” your legs press into his as you exhale contentedly. Tyler's eyes snap open as you cuddle into his side, your soft body molding against him. A rush of sensations wash over him, the feeling of your skin against his, the weight of your head on his chest. He stiffens slightly as you press your legs into his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through him.

He tries to steady his breathing, trying to ignore the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room. "You're... comfortable like this?" he asks, his voice slightly strained.

“Are you not?” you pull away slightly, looking up at him with widened eyes. Tyler's heart clenches at your question, the sight of your wide, concerned eyes looking up at him sending a pang through his chest.

"No," he replies gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. "I'm not uncomfortable...just..." He pauses, trying to find the words. The truth is, he's struggling to cope with the onslaught of emotions swirling inside him.

The feel of your body against him, your soft scent swirling around him...it's too much, and yet it's not enough. "Don't move.." you cuddle back into his side, breasts pressing into him as your hand rests on his abdomen.

Tyler's breath hitches in his throat as you press into him, the feel of your body against his, sending his mind reeling. He curses internally, his body reacting against his will, the heat in his gut flaring hotter.

He tries to concentrate on breathing, to not give in to the desire coursing through him. "Just... stay like this for a while..."

Tyler watches as you fall asleep, a mixture of relief and disappointment washing over him. He had been fighting the entire time to keep his feelings under control, his body yearning for you in a way he hadn't felt before.

Tyler's eyes are fixed on the ceiling, the silence of the room broken only by your soft breathing. He's hyper-aware of every movement you make, his senses on high alert.

As you shift away from him, turning onto your side, his body instinctively follows, moving closer to yours. Without thinking, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against his body. You unconsciously press back against him, your ass rubbing against his crotch as you cuddle into his warm grasp.

Tyler clenches his jaw, his breath catching in his throat as you press back against him, your firm backside grinding into his groin. Unbidden, images flood his mind, his body reacting eagerly to the contact.

"Jesus," he mutters, his voice gruff and strained. "You're driving me insane..."

He clenches his fist, the feel of your body against his making his mind spin. He tries to shift away, to give himself some distance, but your warmth is drawing him in, making it impossible to think straight.

His words startle you awake, along with the hardness pressing into your body. Your eyes widen as you realize the position the two of you are in, breathing quickening.

Tyler immediately curses himself as he feels you stir in his arms, realizing he had spoken aloud. He can feel your body stiffen against him, the change in your breathing sending a mixture of desire and panic through him.

He quickly pulls away, disentangling himself from you as best he can. He sits up on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Sorry..." he mutters gruffly, his voice thick with tension. "Didn't mean to wake you.." you turn over looking at his bare back. You feel warmness pooling in your stomach as your eyes flick over his twitching muscles.

You reach out, brushing your fingertips over his spine. “Ty?” Tyler's body tenses as he feels your fingertips brushing against his spine. A shiver runs through him at the contact, his body responding eagerly despite his turmoil.

He's hyper-aware of your presence behind him, your touch sending a jolt through his body. The heat radiating off his skin is almost palpable.

"Yeah?" he replies gruffly, his voice hoarse. His shoulders are taut, muscles bunching under your touch.

You sit up, resting on your knees as you come up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. “Where are you going?” you murmur, cheek pressing into his shoulder.

Tyler's breath catches in his throat as you wrap your arms around his waist, your body pressing into his back. The feel of your skin against his, the gentle warmth of your cheek against his shoulder...it's all he can do not to turn and pull you into his lap.

Tyler's breath hitches as you wrap your arms around his waist, the feel of your body pressed against his back sending a shot of heat straight through him. He's painfully aware of your closeness, your scent filling his senses, your skin warm against his.

He stiffens instinctively, his body struggling to reconcile the overwhelming desire with the need to keep control. "Nowhere," he mutters gruffly, his voice low. "Just need a minute..."

“A minute?” you run a hand down his abs, fingertips brushing over his muscles. “Should I give you some space?” you murmur.

Tyler's breath hitches again, your touch leaving a trail of fire on his skin. He clenches his jaw, every nerve ending in his body screaming for more of your touch.

But he knows he needs to maintain control. He can't give in to the raw desire coursing through him. "Probably.." he manages through gritted teeth, his voice strained. "Need to cool off.."

You reluctantly pull away, laying back on the bed with your back to him once again. Disappointment written on your face as you hug a pillow, cuddling into the sheets.

He turns, watching as you hug a pillow, cuddling into the mattress. He fights the impulse to reach out, to pull you back into his arms. Instead, he clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Hey..." he murmurs gruffly, his voice softer than before. He reaches out a hand, gently placing it on your shoulder. "Don't... don’t take it the wrong way, okay? It's not you. It's... me."

“It’s okay..” you slip out of bed, heading toward the bathroom. Closing the door you sink down against it, silently cursing yourself for what happened.

Tyler watches as you head into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. He exhales deeply, scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration. He can’t stand the thought of you closing yourself off from him, the sight of you pulling away feeling like a punch to the gut.

He stands and walks over to the door, gently knocking on it. “Hey... can I come in?” you stay silent, resting your chin on your knees as you move away from the door. Incase he tries to open it.

Tyler hears your silence, the lack of response causing his heart to sink further. He takes a deep breath, his knuckles rapping on the door again.

"C'mon... you're freakin' me out here," he tries to joke, his voice strained. "I just need to see you, to talk to you. Just for a minute. Please..."

“The door is unlocked…” you murmur, voice nearly a whisper.

Tyler's heart skips a beat as he hears your soft voice, the sound like music to his ears despite the circumstances. He slowly turns the handle, pushing open the door. He steps into the bathroom, his gaze immediately falling on your form huddled on the floor. He drops down beside you, keeping a small space between you.

“There you are,” he says quietly, relief flooding through him at the sight of you. You bite your lip, staying curled up seeking comfort in your own body.

“Can..” you begin, voice cracking. “Can we just pretend nothing happened?” You keep your gaze trained on the floor.

Tyler's stomach drops at the sound of your cracked voice, the words sending a pang through him. He knew you were upset, but he hadn't expected your request.

He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "No," he murmurs, his voice firm yet gentle. "I don't want to pretend, not about this. Not with you."

“Tyler..” you murmur, grabbing his wrist gently as you pull his hand away from you. Tyler's hand tingles at the feel of your hand grasping his wrist, the touch sending a jolt through him. Despite your distance, he can't help but crave your touch.

He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his emotions in check. "No, listen to me," he says firmly, his eyes glued to yours. "We're not just gonna gloss over this like it's nothing. Not after what happened."

“But nothing happened.” you protest, avoiding his gaze. Tyler's frustration flares at your protest, his eyes narrowing.

"Nothing happened?" he echoes, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? You were in my arms, pressed against me, and nothing happened?" He huffs in frustration, raking a hand through his hair. "Dammit, you’re pissing me off. Stop acting like this doesn't mean something."

“But *you* don’t want it.” you murmur, turning your back to him once again. Tyler's anger immediately extinguishes at your murmured words, guilt seizing him like a vice.

He reaches out, grabbing your shoulder to turn you back towards him, his grip gentle but firm. "I never said that," he refutes, his tone sharp. "I *do* want you. You have no idea how badly I want you…"

“But you,” you sigh, turning to face him. “Then why did you want me to give you space? I thought..” your eyebrows furrow as you trail off.

"Because, I'm trying to keep my head straight,” he begins, his voice strained. “You drive me crazy, you know that? The way you feel in my arms, your scent, your skin against mine... It's like I'm losing control when I'm near you." you look up at him, eyes vulnerable as you chew on your bottom lip.

Tyler's heart clenches as he looks into your vulnerable eyes, the sight sending a wave of protectiveness through him. He gently brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, stilling your nervous habit.

"Stop biting your lip," he mutters gently, his voice gruff. "You'll make it bleed." you open your mouth to protest, but find your mind clouded with his touch.

Tyler watches as your mouth opens, the sight sending a jolt of heat through him. His thumb rests on your lip, the skin of your mouth unbelievably soft under his touch.

He swallows hard, fighting the mounting tension between you. "Don't tempt me…" he whispers, his voice strained. "You've no clue what you do to me.."

“Tyler..” you move closer to him, eyebrows furrowing. “Please, don't push me away this time..” you cup his cheek, lips hovering over his. A shudder runs through Tyler at your proximity, and he almost gasps aloud as your lips hover millimeters from his. His pulse races, his body begging for more of your touch.

“You're killing me,” he mutters hoarsely, his hand coming up to rest on your wrist. “I'm trying… to be good…” He closes his eyes, fighting against the overwhelming urge to close the distance between you with a kiss.

You press your lips to his in a gentle kiss, hesitating to move any closer until he reacts. Tyler lets out a low, guttural sound as your lips meet his, his mind momentarily shorting out. The sensation of your kiss sparks a fire within him, every nerve ending singing to life.

His hand tightens around your wrist, holding your hand against his face. He responds to the kiss tentatively at first, his lips moving against yours in a feather-light touch. But as the tension mounts, so does the desperation in his movements. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips.

You moan as his tongue fights with yours, settling on his lap, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. Tyler groans as you moan into his mouth, the sound driving him wild. He slides his hands around your waist, settling you on his lap.

He feels like he can't get close enough to you, his hands clutching at your sides as his tongue explores your mouth. He pulls you against him, his body pressed against yours, desperately seeking more contact.

You pull back, gasping for air. Tyler follows your mouth as you pull back, unwilling to let you go. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he gasps for air.

He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" he murmurs huskily, his hands still gripping your hips.

“I want you,” you slip your hands into his hair, pressing your chest against his. Tyler's breath catches in his throat as you tangle your hands in his hair, your body pressing against his. The feel of your chest against his is maddening, his body responding instantly.

"You have me," he murmurs, his words a guttural response. His hands roam your body, desperate to touch every inch of you. "You have me completely, sweetheart."

“That's not what I mean,” you whine, guiding his hands up your shirt as you press kisses to his neck.

Tyler groans as you guide his hands under your shirt, the feel of your skin against his driving him wild. Your kisses on his neck send a shiver through him, his breathing becoming faster and more erratic.

"What... what do you mean then?" he asks, his voice strained as his hands explore the bare skin of your torso. You pull your shirt away, exposing yourself to him fully.

“I want you.. To stop trying to control your desire..” you look at him with a needy gaze.

Tyler's eyes darken as you pull away your shirt, his gaze drinking in every inch of your exposed skin. The sight of you, bare before him, sends a jolt of pure, primal desire through him. He inhales sharply, his hands gripping your hips, his voice strangled. "Are you... are you sure about this?" he manages to ask, resisting the wild urge to claim you right there.

“Please don’t make me beg,” you bring his hands to your breasts, your hips grinding down against his with desperation.

The feel of your hips grinding against his elicits a guttural moan from deep in Tyler's chest, his hands involuntarily squeezing your breasts.

He grits his teeth, his body taut and strained. "You're... damn, you're gonna kill me," he growls, his voice thick with barely-controlled lust. "I need you... but I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart..."

“Ty, please. I need you..” With a feral groan, Tyler scoops you into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He strides out of the bathroom, the urgency in his steps echoing his racing heart. Gently, he sets you down on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight.

Your eyes lock with his, the heat between you threatening to set the room on fire. He leans over you, his hand sliding under the pillow to prop your head up, his gaze never leaving yours. The intensity of his stare sends a thrill down your spine, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Rain continues to pound against the motel window, the rhythm of the drops mirroring the thunder of his heart. Tyler's rough, calloused thumb traces the outline of your panties, the fabric already damp from your arousal. He leans in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming you as his own.

You arch your back, pushing your breasts against his chest, the friction causing a delicious ache. He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your neck, and whispers, "You're mine now, understand?" His voice is a mix of demand and passion, leaving no room for doubt.

With a need that seemed to have been building for an eternity, Tyler slides out of his own damp clothes, his eyes never leaving you. His movements are swift and sure, a silent declaration of his intentions. He kneels between your thighs, parting them gently, and your breath catches in your throat as his warm mouth descends on your center.

The sensation of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch. His touch is tender yet insistent, as if he's been craving this moment for just as long as you have. He laps at you with a passionate hunger, exploring every fold and crevice with a finesse that makes your eyes roll back in your head.

You moan, your nails digging into the mattress as he worships you with his mouth, your body responding to his every touch, his every caress. The storm outside seems to echo the tumult within the room, the thunder a backdrop to the symphony of your gasps and his murmurs of satisfaction. As Tyler's tongue works its magic, the only thing that matters is the here and now, the fiery connection that burns brighter than any lightning bolt.

As the storm outside rages on, Tyler continues to taste the sweetness of your release, his tongue lapping at you greedily. Your body shudders and arches off the bed, your nails digging into the mattress as you cry out his name.

He grips your hips tightly, not letting you pull away from the intense pleasure he's giving you. His eyes meet yours, dark with lust and satisfaction as he watches the ecstasy play out on your face. You're lost in the moment, your climax like a powerful tempest crashing over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake.

As the last waves of pleasure subside, Tyler kisses his way up your body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along your skin, savoring every inch of you. His strong arms lift you off the bed, cradling you as he stands, his eyes never leaving yours, the heat between you more potent than the electricity in the air outside.

With a renewed sense of urgency, you shift down Tyler's body, your eyes never leaving his. You take his erection in your hand, the heat and firmness of him making your stomach flutter. His eyes widen, his breath catching as your touch sends a shiver through him.

You lean in, placing a gentle kiss on the tip before taking him into your mouth, your hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Tyler's hips buck slightly, his eyes squeezing shut as a groan rips from his chest. The sound is like music to your ears, spurring you on as you deepen the kiss, taking him deeper into your mouth.

His hands find their way into your hair, his grip tightening as your tongue swirls around his length. The storm outside seems to crescendo with every stroke, the thunder echoing the beating of your hearts in perfect harmony.

His breathing becomes ragged, his body tensing with each movement of your mouth, each flick of your tongue. It's a dance of passion, a silent conversation of need and want, and Tyler is powerless to resist the siren call of your touch.

You continue to suck him off with an enthusiasm that speaks of a deep-seated desire, your eyes locked on his as the storm outside mirrors the tempest within the room. Tyler's hips stutter, and with a ragged groan, he pulls your lips away, his chest heaving.

He captures your mouth in a desperate kiss, his hands moving to cradle your face as his body tenses. His cock throbs in your hand, and with a few more strokes, he releases a hot, thick rope of cum that you catch in your palm. His grip on your face tightens as he gasps into your mouth, the taste of him mingling with the saltiness of the air between you.

The storm outside seems to hold its breath, the thunder pausing for a moment as if in awe of the power of your shared passion. His body relaxes, and he collapses back onto the bed, pulling you with him.

You lay there, panting, your heart racing as the storm outside slowly begins to abate, leaving in its wake a tension-filled silence filled only with the sound of your intertwined breathing. The room is a cocoon of heat and desire, the air thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come.

With the storm outside now a distant rumble, Tyler pulls you closer, the warmth of your bodies melding together as one. His strong arms encircle you, and you feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against your chest, matching the tempo of your own.

He gently rolls you onto your side, spooning you as he lays his head on the pillow, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "We need to get some rest," he says, his breath warm against your neck. "Tomorrow's another day of chasing storms, and I need you by my side."

His words are a comforting balm to the storm of emotions swirling within you, the passion of the moment giving way to a gentle, post-coital haze. You nod, nestling deeper into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. His grip tightens for a brief moment before loosening slightly, allowing you to breathe, to feel the weight of his love surrounding you.

You close your eyes, your body finally relaxing into the welcoming embrace of sleep, the steady beat of Tyler's heart lulling you into a peaceful oblivion. The motel room, once cold and uninviting, now feels like home, the thunder outside a gentle lullaby serenading the beginnings of a love that promises to be as fierce and unpredictable as the storms you chase together.

As your ass brushes against his now hardening cock, Tyler's body stiffens and he groans softly into your ear, his breath hot and shaky. You feel his need, his want, and your own desire stirs once more, a sweet ache blooming in your core.

You reach back, your hand finding him, and guide him to your wet, welcoming entrance. He's thick and heavy in your hand, and the anticipation is almost too much to bear. You lean into him, pressing your back against his chest as you align him with your body, feeling his heat and his need.

With a gentle push, you invite him in, the feeling of him filling you up making you gasp. Tyler's arms tighten around you, his breathing hitching as he sinks into your warmth, the storm outside a distant echo to the tempest of passion within the room. His hips move in a slow, steady rhythm, the sound of rain and thunder mingling with the slap of skin on skin.

You moan, the pleasure of his possession a sweet agony that sends waves of ecstasy through you, your body moving in perfect sync with his, the storm outside a testament to the intensity of your union.

The tender strokes of Tyler's cock inside you elicit moans that grow increasingly needy, the tempo of the storm outside matching the rhythm of your bodies. Each thrust is a declaration of his love, a gentle reminder of the passion that burns between you.

His fingers trace the curve of your hip, his other hand cupping your breast, the softness of your skin a stark contrast to the hardness of his grip. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he worships your body with his own. The tender love in his touch is a stark contrast to the wildness of your earlier encounter, yet the intensity of your connection remains unchanged.

Your hips rock back to meet his, the slickness of your arousal guiding him deeper with every movement. The storm outside may be fading, but the storm of passion within the room shows no signs of abating, the thunder a constant reminder of the powerful bond that you've forged.

Tyler's rhythm picks up, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that matches the dying storm outside. You feel him swell inside you, his strokes growing more intense as he hits your g-spot with every thrust. The pleasure is so intense, your eyes roll back in your head, and you let out a strangled cry.

The storm's final roar is nothing compared to the thunderous crescendo of your orgasm, your body tightening around him, your muscles clenching him tightly. Tyler grunts, his own release imminent, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into you, one last time, burying himself deep.

With a final, guttural groan, he spills inside you, his hot cum filling you up as your walls pulse around him. The room falls still, the only sounds are the steady patter of rain and the rapid thump of your hearts, synchronized in the aftermath of your passionate storm.

He stays inside for a while, kissing your shoulders and neck gently before he pulls out. “Princess, we really have to sleep now.” He sighs softly, laying on his back and pulling you to his chest.

Your cheek presses against his shoulder as you cuddle closer. “Mhm, fine.. Goodnight Ty.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” he kisses the top of your head.

[cowboybeepboop]

The Reading Rooms

Time for the weekly round-up! The response to this last week was INCREDIBLE! I hope the writers listed got some amazing comments and plenty of love because they deserve it!

Always remember to heed the warnings posted by the individual authors. What I'm happy to read may not be what you're happy to read, so I take no responsibility if you find something you're not into.

And finally, Tumblr is a community. Reblog, gush like you've never gushed before - I promise you, the authors below will love it, and love you for it! We write because we love to, but we share our work because we love the community of it. If you read something you like, let the world know! 💕

The List

This week was a busy one! I've been trying to get the next chapter of For Your Consideration finished, and I also posted the first part of a new miniseries - Breakfast.

On reading, I actually read some non-Bucky related stuff this week (shocker!).

Roy Kent / Joaquin Torres / Bob Floyd

This absolute gem Blood, Mud and Everything In Between by @roseandxanderfics featuring Roy Kent and an F!Rugby Player.

Come A Little Closer by @yourauthorjen featuring Joaquin Torres and F!Reader

The magnificent @marvelwitchergilmore killed it with two Joaquin fics I read this week: Where it Hurts and One Night

Sweetness by @cowboybeepboop featuring Bob Floyd x F!Reader (so, so cute, I am becoming a Lewis Pullman girlie)

This cute friends to lovers with Bob x F!Reader by @withahappyrefrain AND also The 5 Times You Flirted with Bob (I LOVE the TGM gang in this one 🥰)

And then, of course, there was SO MUCH BUCKY this week. So much.

Busy Woman by @wbellab (which also has part 2 linked, so be sure to read both!) (F!Reader)

Sneaking Around AND admitting feelings for Bucky by @fanficgirl429 (F!Reader)

Guys.... I have a thing for the suit. I read two fics about the suit. in the suit?! by @delicatebarness and the new uniform by @buckysouvenir (F!Reader, both insanely hot. It's the suit, it's killing me.)

Y'all - have you read declassified by @dreamwritesimagines?? You need to. If Congressman!Bucky gets your vote (yes, yes please) then this is for you because it's PERFECT. Off you pop, go read it now. Three parts so far and I am ITCHING for more. (F!Reader)

We're all into our Tower fics again (🤘2012!) so Interim Measures by @cheekybarnes should be on your list! (F!Reader)

When @mandoalorian starts the notes with "eventual smut and there will be a lot of it" ... well, sign me up. It's the start of if this is war, i surrender (F!Reader)

@sunday-bug has got a glorious Stucky x F!Reader fic Their Little Spitfire

@lessersole has a really great Congressman!Bucky fic which features Matt Murdock (yaay!) Bridging Boroughs (F!Reader)

Everything's Just Perfect by @ama3003 - soooo good, I'm a sucker for an exes fic! (F!Reader)

If we're calling him Sergeant, I'm here for it pals. Hey, Sergeant by @marvelwitchergilmore is sooo good!

I literally read this because I loved that @little-miss-dilf-lover wrote the words "chub on" and I couldn't stop giggling. Nevertheless, Morning Wood was phewww so good!

GIRL DAD BUCKY?! @flowersforbucky, my love, mine all mine was gorgeous 😍

@daxisyzz gave us Light After the Shadows and fluffy, lovely Bucky.

You might recall my excitement about there only being ONE BED!! in this @fanfictiongirlie fic Perfect - which also has a part 2 linked!

Finally, we all need to show Skittle some love over at @mrsbuckybarnes1917 because she finished Plus-One Problems this week - 106k words!! An absolutely bonkers achievement 🙌

I think that was it for this week 😅 I mean, there's probably more. My notes app and my google doc reading lists are not it - I can't keep up! And trying to save stuff in my 'likes' doesn't work either. Also, I wrote this on my laptop this week not my phone. Much less stressful 😂

Happy reading, gang. Enjoy this bloody gorgeous gif I just found. I'll be rewatching it for the foreseeable.

[cowboybeepboop]

Lewis Pullman Masterlist

since Bob from thunderbolts is getting so much attention right now I thought I'd create a masterlist just for him 😛 Also if you guys want to see any other of his characters let me know! I also take requests always

Robert "Bob" Floyd:

Yellow

Bimbo

Sweetness

Robert "Bob" Reynolds:

Delight

Rescue

Rescued (aka rescue p2)

[cowboybeepboop]

Delight

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful… My pretty baby."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Reynolds x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Pampering Bob turns into much more. 

a/n: As always, send me any requests you might have!! I love writing them, also, if anyone would like to be tagged in anymore of my Bob/Lewis Pullman fics let me know!!

For the past 14 months you've been acting as sort of Bucky's assistant, helping him to keep track of the new avengers and keep Bob company when the team goes out for missions/training. This being one of the days where just you and Bob occupy the tower.

When the rest of the team has left for training or other missions, the tower always feels a bit different. There's a certain tranquility, but there's also an underlying sense of loneliness that lingers in the air. And that's exactly how it feels today.

Bob, who spent most of the morning in his room meditating, walks downstairs to the main area, rubbing his tired eyes. He notices you sitting on the couch, and for a moment, there's a shyness in his gaze that betrays his otherwise soft-spoken nature.

"Good morning, Bob!" you greet him with a friendly yet sleepy smile. Bob gives you a small smile back, the tiredness in his eyes still evident.

"Mornin'... you’re up early," he replies in his soft, slightly timid voice. He walks over to the couch and sits down next to you. It's clear he's a little disheveled, his hair sticking up in odd directions and his clothes slightly rumpled.

"Bucky woke me up when they left," you groan, stretching your arms in front of you slightly. "He's so loud." Bob chuckles lightly, nodding his head in understanding.

"Yeah, he can be a bit... enthusiastic first thing in the morning," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. He then looks at you, his eyes still tired but a little bit of curiosity now in them. "And how about you? Did you sleep well?" he asks, tilting his head slightly, the gesture almost making him look puppy-like.

"I could've used some more sleep but that's okay," you turn to face him, a mischievous smile on your face. "Hey Bob, I've got an idea.." Bob raises one eyebrow, a little glint of intrigue in his eyes. 

"An idea, huh?" he says, his voice still soft and somewhat timid. "What kind of idea? Should I be worried?" He gives you a half smile, clearly curious but also a bit nervous at the same time.

"Oh most definitely!" your grin only grows, "Stay right here, I'll be back in a second." you pat his shoulder before scurrying off to your room. Bob watches you go with a mixture of confusion and amusement in his eyes. He stays seated on the couch, his tired gaze fixed on the spot where you disappeared. Quickly you grab things you can use to pamper the man; face masks, razors, tweezers, etc. 

When you return with your supply of 'pampering' items, Bob raises both eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his expression. "What's all this for?" he asks, eyeing the items you've laid out in front of him. There's a touch of apprehension in his voice, as if he's both curious and a bit wary of what you've got planned.

"I'm gonna pamper you today," you grab the fluffy headband and slip it over his head, brushing his hair back and revealing his handsome face. "Just trust me and relax," Bob's eyes widen slightly as you slip the headband onto his head, and he looks a bit taken aback by your sudden desire to pamper him. 

"Pamper... me?" he says, the word sounding a bit foreign on his tongue. There's a mix of uncertainty and curiosity in his expression, but he trusts you enough to go along with it. "Alright..." he says softly, attempting to relax his tensed shoulders, "I'll try to relax. Just... don't go full makeover on me, okay?"

"You're too pretty for makeup, Bob," you giggle, slowly putting a mask on his face, fixing it to fit his features.  "Now we'll let this sit for the next 15 minutes," you slip one on your face to match, relaxing back into the couch as you flip through movie options on the tv.

Bob looks a bit self-conscious when you compliment his looks, a hint of a shy smile playing at the corner of his lips. He tentatively touches the mask on his face, feeling its unfamiliar coolness against his skin.

"So, what kind of movies are we looking at here?" he asks softly, his eyes darting to the Tv and then back to you.

"Lets see..." you murmur, spending all of the 15 minutes trying to find a movie with Bob. "Okay, is this one alright?" After a long and arduous browsing session, you finally settle on a movie. Bob leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable, his mask still on his face.

"Yeah, that one looks fine," he replies softly. There's a hint of excitement in his eyes, a break in his usual tired expression. 

As the movie begins to play, he looks over at you, his gaze betraying a mix of gratitude and a hint of unease. "Thanks for... this," he says, gesturing to the mask on his face.

"Thanks for letting me do it," once both of your masks are off to the side you begin to mess with his eyebrows. "This is gonna hurt a little bit," you tweeze a couple hairs earning a small hiss from Bob. 

Bob winces a bit as you start to work on his eyebrows. He's not used to physical pampering, but he can't deny the fact that it feels kinda nice.

"Okay, ow, ow, ow," he mutters softly, flinching a little with each pluck of a hair. Despite the pain, he tries to keep still, a mixture of discomfort and resignation on his face. After a few moments of tweezing, he lets out a soft sigh. "Are you almost done?"

"Just a few more minutes.." you murmur, moving to straddle him, your ass softly resting against his thighs as you continue focusing on his face. 

At first, Bob's eyes widen in surprise when you straddle his thighs, clearly not expecting the sudden proximity. A hint of pink appears on his cheeks, and he gazes up at you, his expression a mixture of flustered and confused.

"Uh... okay," he mutters softly, trying to keep his composure even as his heart rate quickens just a bit. Bob takes a deep breath and tries to focus on anything but the way your body feels on his, the close proximity making him slightly flustered.

Bob's breath hitches slightly as your hand grips his cheek, turning his face from side to side. He's clearly unused to being handled so gently, and the closeness of your face to his sends a shiver down his spine.

"Um... uh.." he stutters, words failing him as his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips. The contact between your body and his, the way you so confidently invade his personal space, it's both unsettling and exciting to him.

"Is something wrong?" you shift slightly on his lap, looking at him concerned. Your hand gently caresses his face. Bob's heart races at your gentle touch, his pale cheeks flushing a pinkish hue. He looks up at you, the closeness of your face bringing a mixture of tension and vulnerability in his expression.

"No... nothing's wrong," he mutters softly, his tone betraying a hint of nervousness. He's clearly overwhelmed by your proximity, the feeling of your body on his lap, the way your hand gently caresses his face. His eyes dart to your lips, then back to your eyes, and he swallows hard.

As you shift on his lap, Bob's hands instinctively find their way to your waist, gently gripping it as if to steady you. His touch is tentative, almost reverent, as if he's touching something precious and fragile.

Heat pools in your stomach as Bob holds onto you, your hips mindlessly moving down on his ever so slightly before you catch yourself in the act. "Oh, uh, sorry I'm slightly restless." you try to awkwardly brush it off.

Bob doesn't miss the way your hips move down on his ever so slightly, his grip on your waist involuntarily tightening a bit in response. The action sends a jolt through his body, and he swallows hard, his gaze fixed on you.

"It's... it's alright," he mutters softly, his voice slightly huskier than usual. He tries to hide the effect your closeness has on him, but there's a hint of desire in his eyes that betrays his composure.

Bob's eyes darted to yours, searching for any signs of objection, his own eyes filled with a tentative hunger. He starts to grind his hips upward, almost sneakily at first, as if testing the waters. His erection grows with each subtle movement, pressing against you through his sweatpants. His breathing becomes shallower, his hands on your waist guiding you in a rhythm that matches his own. 

The atmosphere in the room changes, growing thick with unspoken desire.

Your head falls onto his shoulder, your breath hot against his neck, small gentle moans leaving your parted lips. “Fuck, Bob.” You quickly stand up, taking a few steadying breath as your set your stuff onto the table. 

Bob's eyes widen at your sudden decision to stand, disappointment and confusion clear on his face. "Wait, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. 

He's still a bit flustered, his cheeks flushed and his arousal clearly visible through his sweatpants, but he's more confused by your sudden change in demeanor. He reaches out to grab your wrist, his touch tentative, "What are you doing?"

“I’m just cleaning up a bit,” you slide out of your shorts and underwear, biting your lip as you move back between his legs, fumbling with the waistband of his pants. 

You take a deep breath, your eyes darkened with lust, and lean down to kiss Bob deeply. His hands move from your waist to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. He kisses you back with a passion that surprises you, his tongue exploring your mouth eagerly. 

You feel his hands begin to slide down your thighs, urging you to straddle him once more. You oblige, settling over his lap, aligning your body with his. He pulls your shirt over your head, exposing your whole body to the chill air. 

With a grind of your hips, you feel the head of his cock nudge against your entrance, still covered by the fabric of his pants. The anticipation is agonizingly delicious. Bob's hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down just enough to free his erection.

You sink back down onto his lap, the tip of his cock teasing your wetness. He groans into your mouth as you take him in, inch by inch, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly as you adjust to the feeling of his length inside you.

With a needy whine, you rock your hips back and forth, savoring the feeling of him stretching you open. Bob's grip tightens on your ass, guiding your movements as he thrusts up to meet you, his eyes never leaving yours. 

The sound of your skin slapping against his fills the air, along with your increasingly desperate moans. You lean back, placing your hands on the couch cushions for support, and grind down on him, taking his entire length with a shuddering gasp. 

The new angle hits your g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Bob's eyes glaze over as he watches your breasts bounce with each movement, and he can't help but reach up to fondle them, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. 

His hips buck upwards, driving into you with a fervor that matches your own, your wetness making each stroke smoother, each thrust more urgent. With a surprising surge of strength, Bob stands up with you still impaled on his cock, his arms wrapping around your waist to support you. 

He carries you over to the nearby armchair and gently lowers you down into it, your legs draping over the sides. He positions himself in front of you, his muscular frame towering above as he takes over the pace of your lovemaking. 

Your eyes widen in a mix of awe and arousal at the display of his power, feeling utterly dominated yet cherished in his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer as he begins to thrust into you with a gentle yet firm force. 

Bob's movements are calculated, each one hitting the perfect spot within you, as if he's reading your body like a map of pleasure. You lean back, arching your neck, and he takes the opportunity to kiss and suck along the delicate skin, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. 

Your nails dig into his back, leaving faint marks as you scratch him in your passion. The sensation sends a thrill through his body, spurring him on as he continues to fuck you with increasing vigor.

The sound of your moans and the wet slap of your bodies echo in the quiet room, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing second. You take one of his hands and bring it to your mouth, sucking on his fingers before tracing them down to your clit, guiding him to give it the attention it craves. 

His touch sends waves of pleasure through you, and you feel your orgasm building, threatening to overtake you at any moment. Bob's eyes never leave yours, watching every expression of ecstasy that flits across your face. He adjusts his angle slightly, and you gasp as he hits that spot again and again. 

Your breath comes in pants and gasps, your eyes glazed with lust. His own need is palpable, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. But he's determined to bring you to the edge first, to hear you scream his name in pleasure. 

As you ride the wave of your climax, you can't help but bite down on his neck, leaving your own mark on his skin. His groans of pleasure only serve to push you higher, your body clenching around him as you come. 

The sensation of your tightening pussy is too much for Bob to handle, and with a final, powerful thrust, he joins you in release, his hot cum filling you up as he spills over the edge. For a moment, the two of you stay like that, panting and trembling in the aftermath of your shared passion, before he gently pulls out and sits down beside you. 

You lean into him, your bodies sticky with sweat, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.  Bob's heart is racing and his breathing is ragged as he holds you close to his chest. He's completely dazed by the intensity of what just happened, the room still filled with the evidence of their passion. 

He gently brushes some sweaty strands of hair out of your face, his touch now tender and loving, a stark contrast to the heated passion of moments ago. "Fuck, you’re so beautiful… My pretty baby." he whispers, his voice a soft, reverent tone.

[cowboybeepboop]

Rescued

"Um, I...I need to clean up."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Reynolds x fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Summary: part two of my Bob smut 🥴

Warnings: unprotected sex, needy Bob, slight angst, idk

a/n: I’m obsessed with writing about him 😣 I need Lewis Pullman like a teenager needs their vape 😩 as always send any requests you might have my way! I’d love to get some more done 😛

Part one :

A couple days have passed since you and Bob shared your intimate moment together, and you’ve been avoiding him like hell. You knew that you shouldn’t have gone that far with him, he needed a friend and you felt like you took advantage of his loneliness.

Rubbing a hand over your tired eyes you stand in the kitchen, you haven’t been sleeping or eating much, avoiding the whole team is one of the most impossible tasks you’ve ever had. The clock reads 3:30 am, a small mess of dishes are left in the sink and the trash is overfilled.

“Fuck.” You run a hand through your messy hair, quietly beginning to do the dishes, a chore that’s been neglected recently.

Bob quietly creeps into the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes fixed on your form as you work on the dishes. He can see the tension in your shoulders, the heavy bags under your eyes, the way you avoid looking at him. It’s not hard for him to guess what’s going on.

He hesitates for a moment, watching you as you try to ignore him. He stands there for a few minutes, debating with himself, before finally deciding to say something. "You...you look tired."

“Oh, Bob.” You breathe out, part of you has been craving his company, craving the sound of his voice and then the other part of you feels immeasurable guilt for pushing the boundaries of your friendship. “How come you’re up so late tonight?” Pushing down your thoughts and feelings you try to pretend that nothing is wrong.

Bob can sense the shift in your demeanor, the way you're trying to act normal. He takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes fixed on you, searching for any signs of what's truly going on.

"I couldn't sleep." he murmurs softly, his gaze roaming over your exhausted form. "Just felt...restless."

“Is there anything I can do for you? Anyway I can help?” Keeping your eyes focused on the sink you don’t even notice Bob creeping toward you, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Bob stands right behind you now, close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating through his thin t-shirt, his hands still fiddling with the material. He stares down at your back, his voice soft yet slightly hoarse, "Well...there is one thing..."

The feeling of him so close sends a comforting tingle down your spine, his cologne, deodorant, shampoo, all of it is filling your senses and putting you at complete ease. “Yeah? What’s that Bob?”

Bob takes a step closer, his chest now pressed up against your back, his breath warm on your neck. He places one of his hands on your hip, lightly applying the barest amount of pressure to turn you towards him.

"I could use some...company," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Bob can sense your hesitation, your guilt, and he's not having it. He steps even closer to you, his body practically pressed against yours now, his fingers gently gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"No," he murmurs roughly, his eyes locked onto yours, "Don't you push me away."

“What happened before, that was a mistake.” You know he’s better off pushed away from you, he needs friends, a *family*, not you, not this. “I should’ve never pushed those boundaries with you, it was a mistake,” You turn to face the dishes again, letting the warm water run over your hands.

His expression falters, a pang of pain shooting through his chest at your words. That's it? A mistake. Like that night was nothing, like he was some kind of fool to let his walls down around you.

Bob feels his mind wandering, thinking of all the negative things about himself, what things could make you act like this. He can’t think straight, he’s hurt, but more than anything he craves you. His arms find their way around your waist, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. “Please Y/N, don’t do this to me…” he whispers.

You lean back into his embrace, head falling over his shoulder a small moan escaping from your lips at the feeling of his breath against your skin. “Oh Bob,” his hands slide up your shirt, wandering your skin, his touch needy and desperate.

He can't help himself, his body craving your touch, his hands roaming over your skin, like he's trying to memorize the feel of you. He trails kisses along the column of your neck, murmuring against your skin, "You...you don't regret it, do you? Being with me like that."

His hands cup your breasts, as he pushes your body forward, bending you over the counter. “No, not at all.. I don’t regret anything with-“ you lose track of your thoughts, the feeling of his erection pressed against you sending your mind reeling. “With you..” you murmur, soft pants and moans leaving your lips as his hands continue their wandering.

Bob's hands continue their trail over your body, his touch becoming more and more desperate with every passing moment, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. "Good, that's...that's good." he murmurs against your skin, his lips never leaving you as they press soft kisses along your neck.

His fingers fiddle with the button of your pants, slowly popping them open to reveal the fabric of your underwear, his mouth moving to your ear, your name a breathy whisper, "Please, tell me you still want me. That I'm...enough."

“God.. you’re so much more than enough,” you moan, hands moving to help remove your underwear. “You’re all I need,” your cunt aches for his touch, body shaking with every move he makes.

"Please…let me make you feel good. Let me keep you. Let me show you...what you do to me," Bob murmurs gently in your ear, his words sending another shiver down your back. "Please, don't push me away," he whispers, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "I'll...I'll show you."

As the fabric of your underwear slides down your legs, Bob's need for you overpowers his timidity. His hands, though gentle, are insistent as they explore the curves of your ass, gripping each cheek firmly. He leans in, his face buried in your hair as he whispers, "You're so beautiful."

His desperation manifests in the way his thumbs trace the line where your thigh meets your pelvis, his fingertips brushing against the wetness of your arousal. Despite his tentative touch, there's an urgency in his voice, a raw hunger that wasn't present before.

His breath hitches as he finally dips a digit into your folds, teasing and testing, as if seeking reassurance that you still crave him. The tender intimacy of the moment is palpable, his touch a silent plea for you to not deny him.

Bob's finger circles your clit with a gentle yet urgent stroking motion, his thumb pressing down firmly on the sensitive nub as he watches your reaction in the window over the sink. The sight of your face contorted in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted in a silent gasp, fuels his desire even more. He's desperate to erase any doubt between you, to prove that what happened wasn't just a fleeting moment of weakness.

His other hand snakes around to the front, his thumb brushing over your clit as two of his fingers slip inside your wet, eager pussy. You're so wet for him, and the feel of your tightness around his fingers is almost too much. He can't believe he ever doubted your feelings for him.

His strokes become more deliberate, his touch more confident, as he watches your body respond to his every move. The sound of your moans fills the quiet kitchen, mixing with the faint splashing of the faucet and the occasional clink of a dish. He feels your muscles tighten around his fingers, and he knows you're close.

His thumb presses harder, his fingers pumping faster, as he watches you climb closer to the edge. And when you finally do, your body arches back into him, your hand flying to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds of your orgasm, he feels a sense of triumph and relief wash over him. For this moment, at least, you're his, and he's yours.

Bob's need for you is palpable as he guides you away from the sink, turning off the faucet with his elbow, not once breaking the connection between his body and yours. He lifts you onto the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his waist as he steps between them. He's still fully dressed, but you can feel his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts, his hands trembling with anticipation.

With a gentle but firm grip, he lifts your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, his eyes drinking in the sight of your bare breasts. He lowers his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and biting gently, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive peak. You arch into him, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer as he gives your other nipple the same treatment.

The sound of fabric ripping fills the room as he impatiently pulls down his shorts, revealing his thick, hard cock. He lines it up with your dripping wet pussy, and with one swift, needy thrust, he's inside you. His hips rock against yours in a rhythm that's both gentle and rough, the kind of desperate claiming that leaves no doubt about his feelings for you. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he fucks you, his breathing harsh and ragged in your ear.

Your body responds instantly to his touch, your pussy clenching around him, drawing him deeper. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, making it impossible to ignore the connection that's been building between you since that night. The kitchen counter digs into your back, but you don't care, the pain only heightening your pleasure as he fucks you harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with an urgency that speaks of his need for you.

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice hoarse with desire, his breath hot and panting against your skin. His hand moves between your legs, his thumb finding your clit once again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. You're so close, your entire body tightening around him, your nails digging into his back as you hold on for dear life.

And when you finally cum, it's with a loud cry that echoes through the empty house, your pussy spasming around his cock, milking him until he follows you over the edge, his own orgasm shaking him to his core. He collapses against you, his body weight pressing you into the cold countertop, his cock still buried deep inside you as he gasps for air.

Bob's body shakes against yours, his breaths ragged and labored, both his hands resting on your hips. He's still nestled between your legs, his head resting on your shoulder, his lips pressed against your neck. He doesn't move, doesn't say anything, he just stays there, his body completely enveloping yours.

Slowly, his body starts to relax, his breathing begins to even out. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours. There's a vulnerability there, a hint of fear that everything that just happened was just some fever dream. "Please don't pull away from me." he whispers softly,

“I won’t.. not anymore, I promise.” You cover his face with kisses, gentle and sweet.

Bob relaxes into your touch, savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin. His grip on your hips loosens as he straightens up, his body no longer pressing you into the countertop. He glances down, a hint of embarrassment on his face as he realizes he's still inside you, his cock slowly softening.

He blushes as he looks down at where your bodies are still connected, his voice a soft whisper, "Um, I...I need to clean up."

[cowboybeepboop]

Rescue

"Please, p-please, I want you to make me feel good."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Reynolds x f! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Needy and whiny Bob, kind of a dom fem reader, oral m! recieving 

a/n: Sorry chat.. This is such a ramble, but I  LOVE BOB omg Lewis Pullman is on top!!! As always, send any requests you have my way! I will write for any fandom or character, but I would especially love some Lewis Pullman character requests 😛

Bob stood in the dimly lit room, a flickering fluorescent light casting eerie shadows across the sterile walls. His arms were shackled behind his back, held tightly in place by Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, a woman who radiated calculation and control.

He felt utterly isolated. No one was treating him with any kindness; he was merely an object to them, a tool to be used and discarded at their convenience. After his shift into Sentry and then the Void, she’s kept him locked up in this damn room. 

The room he was kept in was small and confined, barely large enough for him to move a few paces in any direction. The air was thick and stale, almost stifling. There was no comfort here, no human kindness. It was as if they wanted him to feel isolated and forgotten.

Bob looked around the room, his eyes darting from corner to corner. The only sound was the steady hum of the fluorescent light and the occasional clink of his shackles as he shifted his weight. He tried to take deep breaths, to keep his fear and anxiety at bay, but it was getting increasingly difficult.

While he could use his powers, he’s simply just too scared to bring out the void again. So instead, he spends his time pacing his tiny concrete room. The fluorescent light overhead flickered intermittently, casting strange shadows on the sterile walls. 

Every now and then, he would glance up to see if the light was about to go out completely. 

He was exhausted. 

Not just physically, but mentally as well. The constant fear and anxiety of being in this small space with no human contact was taking its toll on him. He could hear footsteps in the hallway outside, but no one came to visit him. 

They weren't even giving him any food.

After Valentina realized she couldn’t *use* him for what she wanted, she decided not to deal with him at all, assuming he would be too fearful to try and escape. Plus, if he did use his powers against her once again, she would just hit her kill switch. 

You'd been working with Bucky and the "Thunderbolts" to rescue Bob from Valentina's capture. This plan only works if everyone works together, which, for the most part, they've been doing pretty well, at least until you became involved. 

Creaking open the door, you hold your breath as you step into the small and dimly lit room, the sound of your footsteps on the cold concrete floor making the space feel even more claustrophobic. The room is barely illuminated by a single flickering fluorescent light above.

As you enter, you notice Bob pacing the length of the room, his arms shackled behind his back, looking exhausted and tense. He glances over at you, his eyes widening slightly as he realises that someone has entered.

"You're Bob?" Your voice is gentle while you creep over to him, eyes roaming over him, taking in his timid stance. 

Bob pauses in his pacing as you approach, his body tense and wary, but he nods slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes, I’m Bob,” he says softly. He studies you warily, his eyes darting to the knife between your teeth before returning to your face.

"I'm Y/N, I'm gonna get you out of here, alright?" You slip the knife into your pocket, skillfully you begin to pick the locks on his shackles, which are surprisingly weak for being meant to hold someone with his powers. 

Bob looks at you with a mix of surprise and relief, his eyes widening slightly as you begin to pick the locks on his shackles. "You're...you're here to help me?" he whispers, his voice cracking slightly.

He watches you with a sense of awe as you work on the locks, clearly impressed by your skill. The locks seem to come undone surprisingly easily, given the fact that they're meant to hold someone as powerful as him.

"Of course, I'm here to help you." You smile sweetly at him, brushing your fingers against his shoulder, offering some comfort, waiting for Bucky's all clear signal. 

Your touch seems to momentarily surprise him, and he flinches away from it, before realising that you’re trying to help him. He gives you a small, hesitant smile back, clearly not used to any kind of human contact in this place.

As you wait for Bucky's signal, the tension in the room continues to build. Bob glances around the room, his eyes darting to the door, clearly anxious to get out of here as soon as possible.

Bucky lets you know that it's time to move, you carefully pull out your knife again, preparing for any necessary defense. "Come with me, Bob, stay close and hold onto this just in case." You hand him the blade, pulling out a small gun as both of you move toward the exit. 

Bob takes the blade from you, holding it tightly in his hand. He follows you closely as you move towards the exit, his footsteps quiet behind you. He’s clearly on edge, glancing around the room as if waiting for someone to come bursting through the door.

The gun in your hand is a reassuring presence for him, and he sticks close to your side, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of danger. As you reach the door, Bob places a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You'll p-protect me, right?" he whispers.

"I'll keep you safe," you respond gently, using your free hand to pat his hand that's resting on your shoulder before moving forward. Putting your focus back on getting him out. 

Bob nods at your reassurance, his hand remaining on your shoulder for just a moment longer before pulling away. He takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to steel his nerves as you move forward, your focus now fixed on getting him out of this place.

Together, you move through the building, keeping an eye out for any guards or obstacles in your path. Bob keeps close by your side, gripping the knife tightly as he follows you, his eyes darting around nervously.

With Bob safely in the back of the vehicle, you let out a ragged sigh of relief. The adrenaline that had been rushing through your veins starts to wear off, and you suddenly feel the overwhelming tiredness of the rescue mission catch up to you.

As soon as the vehicle starts moving, you look over at Bob, who is now sitting next to you, still clutching the knife in his hand. He seems just as exhausted as you are, if not more, his eyes tired and weary.

Brushing your fingers over his hand, you gently pull the knife away from his grasp. "You're safe now, Bob, I promise." The team knew that Val wouldn’t come after them, not with their hold over her, so it would be an easy trip back. 

Bob doesn't resist as you take the knife from him, his grip loosening as soon as your touch. He looks up at you, his eyes weary and tired, but there's a glimmer of trust there now, a hint of vulnerability that he couldn't have shown before.

"Thank you," he whispers softly, his voice hoarse. "Thank you for getting me out of there."

"Of course," you grin at him, scooting closer to his side so he can rest against your shoulder. "You should rest, close your eyes."

Bob looks at you with a tired expression, seeming hesitant for a moment. But then, as if too tired to resist, he starts to lean into your shoulder, his head heavy against your body.

He lets out a weary sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to relax, finally feeling safe in your presence. "I...I haven't slept in days," he admits quietly, his words slurring slightly with exhaustion.

"You deserve some good rest, Bob." You run your fingers down his arm, attempting to lure him to sleep.

Bob's eyelids seem to grow heavier with every passing moment, his body sagging against yours as fatigue washes over him. With your gentle touch, he seems to relax further, his breathing beginning to even out as he drifts closer and closer to sleep.

He mumbles something, a single word that escapes his lips in a tired slur. "Safe," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

A few weeks have passed since you all successfully rescued Bob, and thankfully, Valentina never tried to take him back. You sigh as your training with The Winter Soldier ends in another defeat, lying against the exercise mat, you take a few steadying breaths.

Bucky stands above you, a smirk on his face as he regards your defeated form. He offers a hand to help you up from the mat, his grip firm as he pulls you to your feet.

"Not bad," he says, eyeing you up and down. "You're getting better." Despite your defeat, there's a hint of pride in his voice, as if he's impressed by your improvement.

You catch a glimpse of Bob outside the room, letting go of Buckys hand and ignoring his compliment, you practically skip over to him. "How are you doing this morning, Bob?"  

Bob looks up as you approach, a small, shy smile forming on his lips as he sees you. "M-morning," he manages, his voice soft and tentative. "I'm, uh, I'm alright," he says, running a hand through his messy blond hair. He glances down at the floor, then back up at you, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before darting away.

"Wanna grab breakfast with me?" you grin sweetly, stretching and cracking your back. 

Bob nods shyly, a slight flush on his cheeks as he watches you stretch, his eyes darting away quickly when he realises that he was staring. He shoves his hands into his pockets, looking every bit the shy, awkward, but sweet man you're beginning to learn he is.

"Uh, yeah, that sounds nice," he replies, barely managing to meet your gaze. He's clearly trying to hide his nervousness, but failing miserably.

"Here, let's grab something from the kitchen, and then we can watch a movie in my room!" You're giddy at the thought of spending more time with him, you’ve been doing everything you can to get him more comfortable with you. 

Bob nods eagerly, his eyes lighting up at your suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds great," he says softly, a small smile on his lips. He follows you eagerly as you lead him toward the kitchen, his footsteps light behind you.

"Movie in your room?" he asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. "J-just the two of us?"

"Yeah, why not?" You grab some cereal for both of you, focused on the small task at hand. 

"Uh, no reason," he says sheepishly, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks again. "I just, uh, didn’t expect it to be just the two of us." He fidgets nervously as he follows you back to your room, his hand occasionally clenching and unclenching at his side.

You open the door for him, gesturing for him to walk in. "Well, we can keep things purely PG," you tease as you shut the door behind you, which is more a less a goal of yours than anything else. 

You find him simply irresistible; his kind, sheepish demeanor gets you weak in the knees. The two of you have never been alone in a private space very long before, so this opens up the opportunity for more than just friendly interactions.

Bob's cheeks visibly redden at your playful comment, and he lets out a small, nervous chuckle as he steps into your room. He looks around, taking in the space with a sense of curiosity and wonder. It's clear that he's a bit out of his comfort zone.

"Purely PG," he repeats, his voice cracking slightly. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, waiting for you to lead the way.

"Come sit," you plop on the bed, patting the mattress beside you. "We can find something together," your heart races as you notice the flush of his cheeks. 

Bob hesitates for a moment before slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. He sits on the edge of the mattress, his body tense and stiff as if he's afraid to get too comfortable.

He glances at you, his cheeks flushed red, as he tries hard to avoid your gaze. "Uh, sure," he stutters, his eyes darting around the room. "What do you like to watch?" he fumbles with the sleeves of his shirt. 

"I like comedy, shit to take my mind off of... Well, all of this." You scoot closer to him, reaching over his lap for the remote on the other side of him. Your breasts slightly brushing over his thighs with your swift movements. 

Bob's eyes widen and his cheeks flush bright red at the unexpected contact, and he tries hard to keep his gaze averted.

He lets out a soft, strangled noise, something between a whimper and a gasp. There's a brief moment of tense silence as he tries to recover his composure, his body completely stiff under your touch.

"You can relax, y'know," you grin as you turn the TV on, enjoying his reaction to your subtle touches. "I don't bite, Bob."

Bob blushes even harder at your words, his body slowly starting to relax under your touch. He tries to laugh it off, though the sound comes out as more of a nervous cough. "I know, I know," he stutters, his eyes flickering over to you before darting away again.

You find a random movie, glancing over to him, you question, "Is this okay?" Bob nods, his body visibly relaxing a bit more as he hears your words. He risks a glance at you, a small, shy smile appearing on his lips.

"Yeah," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is...yeah, this is fine." He shifts a little closer to you, his thigh now lightly brushing against yours, as he focuses on the movie playing on the screen.

Butterflies fill your stomach as you notice the small gesture he makes; it's nothing crazy, but it's the first time he's really initiated anything between you since the day you met.  

Bob seems to realise what he's done, and he quickly stiffens up again, his cheeks reddening once more. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression a mix of nervousness and shyness.

"Uh, sorry, I, uh...sorry," he mumbles, his gaze darting back to the screen. 

"Hey, it’s okay! Don't worry about it at all." You both begin eating your breakfast, your eyes wandering to him every once in a while to admire his adorable features. 

Bob seems to relax a bit more with your reassurance, his body slowly unclenching as he starts to eat his cereal. He notices you glancing at him, and every time you do, he can't help but feel his cheeks heat up again.

He steals glances at you as well, his gaze darting over to you every now and then, his eyes lingering on your face for just a moment before darting back to the screen. There's a growing sense of comfortable intimacy between you two.

With a sigh, you push the empty bowl to the side, content with the feeling of fullness, you lean back on your arms with a small yawn. Bob finished eating his cereal as well, placing his bowl beside yours. He glances at you as you lean back on your arms, a slight smile on his lips as he hears your yawn.

He looks more relaxed now than he did when you both first walked into the room, his body no longer as stiff as before. "You tired?" he asks softly, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looks at you.

"Yeah, Bucky kicked my ass in there," you groan, thinking back to the morning training. "He always does." 

Glancing over to him, your lips curve into a small smile as you move to rest your head in his lap. "Is this alright with you, Bob?" You’re making some sneaky moves, which you know you shouldn’t, but fuck, the way he looks at you has your body aching. 

Bob blushes furiously as you rest your head in his lap, his body stiffening for a moment before relaxing again. He tentatively places a hand on your shoulder, his touch light and gentle.

"Yeah," he mumbles, sounding a little breathless. "I… I don't mind." He seems surprised that you're being so close to him, but there's a hint of pleasure in his eyes as he looks down at you.

"You're so cute," you give him a slight teasing response, nuzzling into his warmth as you relax, eyes slowly fluttering shut.

Bob blushes even harder at your words, a soft, startled noise escaping his lips. He's not used to being called cute, and your teasing comment has thrown him off slightly.

He feels a pleasant shiver run through his body as you nuzzle into his warmth, and he unconsciously starts to stroke your shoulder gently with his hand. "Y-you're the one who's cute," he mumbles, his words coming out a little indistinct.

It was your turn to be flustered now, his response catching you off guard. "Yeah? You think so?" You bite down on your lip, fingers tracing small shapes into his thigh mindlessly. 

Bob seems to realise that he's made you flustered this time, and he can't help but feel a small sense of pride in it. He looks down at you, a small smile on his lips as he notices your fingers tracing shapes on his thigh. 

He subconsciously moves his hand from your shoulder to your hair, his touch light and tentative as he starts to run his fingers through it. "Yeah," he says softly, his eyes flickering away from yours briefly before returning. "I...I really do think so."

Bob's breath hitches slightly as he feels your hand moving further up his thigh, your nails grazing him, sending a wave of tingling through his body. He tries to keep his composure, his eyes darting away from you for a moment as he struggles to control his reaction.

"S-stop that," he mumbles, his voice shaky and uneven. "You're teasing me," he practically whines the last part.

"Teasing?" you question, knowing exactly what you're doing, fingers getting achingly close to his crotch. 

Bob lets out a soft whimper as your fingers get ever closer to his crotch, his eyes widening as he looks down at your hand. His cheeks are flushed red, and his words come out as strangled stutters, "You know you're teasing me."

His body is tense under your touch, every muscle coiled taut as he tries to control his reaction to your actions.

"Is it okay?" You shift slightly, lips pressing gentle kisses onto his clothed thighs. "Can I touch you, *tease* you like this?" your fingers continue their wandering, slowly inching closer and closer to his cock. 

Bob's breath hitches at the feel of your kisses on his thighs, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to control the sensations coursing through him. His hands clench and unclench, and he can't help but whine softly under his breath.

He nods, his head tilting back just a bit, and his voice comes out as a strangled whisper, "Yes, yes, it's okay. You can, uh, you can touch me like that."

You fumble with the waistband of his sweat pants, slowly exposing his lower half, eager to taste him, to take care of him. "I wanna make you feel good, Bob..." Your lips continue their torment, but this time against bare skin. 

Bob's breathing becomes more ragged as you start to expose his lower half, his body quivering under your touch. He lets out a soft gasp, his eyes wide and fixed on you as you begin to lay kisses on his bare skin.

"Oh, God," he manages to groan out, his thighs trembling with anticipation. He wants you just as badly, his words coming out in a breathless, needy whisper, "Please, p-please, I want you to make me feel good."

You push Bob's boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. Your eyes rake over the length of him, admiring his size and girth before you lean in closer, letting your warm breath tickle his skin. 

Bob's entire body jolts at the sensation, his cock twitching in anticipation of what's to come.

You wrap your soft, warm lips around the tip of his erection, your tongue swirling around the head as you gently suck. Bob's hands instinctively grab onto the bed sheets, knuckles turning white with the effort it takes not to touch you. 

You can hear his muffled gasps of pleasure as you slowly take more of him into your mouth, your teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin. Your hands come up to gently caress his thighs, the smoothness of your skin gliding against his. 

Increasing the pace, your tongue dances around his shaft as you take him deeper, your throat muscles tightening around him. You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge with each stroke, his hips bucking slightly as he tries to keep still.

The wet sounds of your mouth working him fill the air, mingling with Bob's breathy moans. You're thorough in your ministrations, not wanting to leave any part of him untouched. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping in rhythm with your mouth, your other hand gently cupping and playing with his balls.

Bob's breathing becomes more erratic, his moans growing louder as you work him closer to climax. His thighs quiver under your touch, and you know he's close. You look up at him, eyes locked with his, the intimacy of the moment almost too much to handle.

With one final, deep suck, you feel his cock pulse in your mouth, and with a strangled cry, he releases, his warm seed filling your mouth. You swallow it all, not missing a drop, the taste of him lingering on your tongue as you pull away, giving his sensitive tip one last lick before sitting back with a satisfied smile. 

Bob's body goes lax, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to catch his breath, a blissful expression etched onto his face.

The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, and the sight of his spent cock against his stomach is incredibly satisfying. You lean up to kiss him, sharing the taste of him on your lips, and whisper, "I told you I'd take good care of you."

Bob's mind is completely overwhelmed by pleasure, his body trembling beneath your touch. He can barely form coherent thoughts, his whole world reduced to the sensations you're bringing him. Your name escapes his lips in a breathy moan, and he clings to the bed sheets tightly, trying to anchor himself to reality. 

When you finally pull away, he pants heavily, his body flushed and spent. He looks up at you, his expression one of pure bliss, and he can barely manage to speak, his voice rough and low as he whispers, "You're...you're incredible."

Here’s part 2 😛

[cowboybeepboop]

Sweetness

"I care about you, more than I probably should."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: You finally find out the real reason behind Bob’s protective side. 

a/n: I saw Thunderbolts* yesterday, and I’m craving more of Lewis Pullman 😛😩

This team gets on your nerves, whether it’s Hangman’s cocky asshole attitude or Roosters constant issues with Mav. Somehow you’re always getting in the middle of something and you’re tired of these damn pushups. 

Bob is your weapons systems officer. He’s sweet and nothing but kind when it comes to you. It’s frustrating, though, because you know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but you don’t need him to stick up for you. 

It feels like he pities you, he challenges hangman when he says asshole things, he defends your choices when Mav questions you. He just doesn’t understand that you can speak for yourself. 

These dog-fights with Maverick have almost been the death of you. Maybe you’re an overachiever, but you’ve never needed to keep redoing and redoing exercises. It’s never been an issue for you to work in a team, but Hangman refuses to. 

“Fuck!” you slam your hand against the dash of the plane, tears building in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you sigh away the anger, letting your head fall back against the seat. Bob tenses in the seat behind you as you land the plane. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” his voice rings out, bringing you back into reality. 

“Yep. Let’s just get this over with.” Your tone is more firm than usual, irritation filling your veins as you exit the vehicle. 

Hangman begins spewing his usual bullshit, cockiness radiating off him even though you just lost. Bob argues with Hangman in the background as you ignore them, getting ready to get those damn pushups out of the way.

The only thing you need right now is an ice-cold shower and whiskey on the rocks. You’re pulling your uniform off your shoulders while walking toward the bar, Bob is hot on your heels, along with Rooster and FanBoy. 

“How’s it goin’?” Bradley wraps an arm around your shoulder, the familiarity of his touch doing little to ease your annoyance. You shift out of his embrace, not wanting to talk to anyone. 

Bob and Rooster make eye contact, shrugging as they notice your strange mood. “You got this one, Bob?” he nods in response, following after you once again. 

“Y/N?” he settles down next to you at the bar, shifting his weight as you stare down at the counter. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You ignore him, taking down your drink in one gulp. 

“I’m alright, Bob, just.. Annoyed.” you sigh, glancing at him slightly. He nods in response, fingers fumbling with his beer bottle. 

“Did-” he begins before you cut him off.

“We were so close, Bob!” your tone is laced with irritation, “We almost got him and then you got, distracted.” You roll your eyes, sliding the glass to the side. 

“I know.. I know and I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that, you shouldn’t have needed to do all those pushups because of my-” you glare at him, everything he does just annoys you, he’s so nice even when you don’t deserve it. 

“Why do you take the blame for every little thing?” Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re hot, irritated, and red hot. “Leave it alone, Bob.” You storm out, admittedly a little childish, but you need the fresh air. 

Sitting down on the porch, you breathe in the scent of sea water, the wood creaks under a pair of boots next to you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to do anything to frustrate you.” his tone is the same soft and gentle one per usual. “If I can do anything, say anything, get you anything, please just let me know. I wanna help, we’re a pair, Y/N,” he says, settling down next to you cautiously. 

“Bob, you’re annoying me.” You groan, hating the butterflies in your stomach, and his heart drops as he straightens up. Your words sting him a little more than intended, and you see it in his demeanor. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that..” you trail off chewing on your lip while watching him fumble with his hands.” I didn’t mean to, you dont deserve that, it’s just frustrating to have you constantly siding with me, being so nice, and sticking up for me.” you groan.

“I know you mean well, but I can fight my own battles Bob.” you sigh, shifting uncomfortably as you look him over. 

Bob looks down at his hands, the sound of his fingers cracking fills the air as he processes your words. He hates your irritation being directed at him, but he knows you’re right. He’s been a little overprotective lately, and you’re feeling chafed by his kindness. It’s not what he wanted.

“It’s just…” Bob pauses, his mind struggling to find the right words. “It’s not about thinking you can’t fight your own battles. I mean, I know you can.” Bob leans back, resting his head against a pole.

“I know we’re a team, but we haven’t worked together like this before, not on a mission this important.” you sigh, resting your face in your hands. "I just wish you wouldn't make me look so weak in front of everyone, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I need pity, Bob." You shut your eyes, taking steadying breaths.

Bob's eyes widen slightly, finally being able to grasp what is going on. He's been treating you like you're fragile, and you're getting fed up. It hits him like a truck, and the guilt instantly seeps into his bones.

"I know... I know, you're strong," he says, the shame evident in his voice. "I don't think you're weak, and I *don't* pity you." Bob's fingers twist together, frustration with himself bubbling up within him.

Bob rubs his face, he’s always had a crush on you, ever since he laid eyes on you. For Bob, you’re not just a talented pilot and a teammate, you’re smart, strong-willed, independent, and absolutely gorgeous.

His protective nature stems from the fact that he cares about you, a little more than he should. He’s scared of losing you, of getting you hurt, and it shows in his overprotectiveness and constant apologizing.

“I’m sorry, Bob, I shouldn’t have held this against you. Hangman is the one who left us to fend for our own. It’s not your fault.” You lean closer to him, brushing your shoulder against his. 

Bob's shoulders tense up for a moment, caught off guard by your sudden apology. Your touch, even as simple as your shoulder against his, has his heart beating faster. He relaxes a little, feeling relieved that you're not as irritated with him anymore.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice soft as he relaxes his tense shoulders, he takes a deep breath. "But I still want to apologize for being so overprotective."

“I guess I just don’t understand why you’re so protective when it comes to *me*,” you scan his face, eyes wandering his features. “I know we’re friends outside of work, but.. I just don’t get it.”

Bob's heart leaps into his throat, his mind racing with nerves. This is the moment, the one he’s been scared of for the past few months. He’s always liked you, but he’s kept it to himself because of his shy nature, and he was afraid of ruining your friendship.

He takes a shaky breath, his fingers trembling as he fidgets with them."I…uhh"  Bob struggles to find the right words, the truth on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah?" you question, scooting closer to him, basking in the gentle heat of his body.

Bob's heart pounds in his chest, his cheeks heating up from your close proximity. He can smell your perfume, and the closeness makes his knees weak.

"I… I care about you a lot," he manages, his voice shaky, eyes refusing to meet yours. Bob's hands twitch with the nervous energy that courses through him, his fingers clenching into fists and unclenching rhythmically.

"A lot?" Your cheeks turn a slight pink. "In what way, Bob?" 

Bob's words get stuck in his throat, his breath hitches as he looks up at you, your eyes burning into his soul. He swallows hard, unable to hold your gaze, but at the same time craving it. 

"In every way imaginable," he breathes out, his heart pounding against his ribcage, "I care about you, more than I probably should." This is it, all or nothing, he can't back out now.

You take in a shaky breath, eyes focusing on everything but him as his words echo in your mind.

Bob watches your face, his heart in his throat as he waits for your response. The silence between you both is loud, making him almost sick to his stomach as he waits for your reaction. He’s so desperate to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling, but your expression is unreadable.

"Please say something," he mutters softly, his hand twitching to reach out and touch you, but his fear stops him.

You clear your throat, standing up and stretching, and your heart is racing in your chest. Being with Bob, it's what you want, but what if it changes things or makes both of you unable to go on the mission? Your mind is reeling, and you begin to pace. 

Bob follows your movements with his gaze, your nervous behavior making his heart ache. He knows he messed up, he should have kept his stupid feelings to himself. Now he's just made everything awkward.

With you moving around so much, unable to sit still, he stands up as well, worry etched across his face. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't-" his voice is trembling as he tries to apologize, but you simply start pacing.

You shake your head, "You don't need to apologize, Bob." Turning back to him, you take a few steps until you're right in front of him again. 

Bob stands still, his heart practically beating out of his chest, as you walk closer to him. Your proximity takes his breath away, and he can’t tear his eyes off your face. All he can focus on is your every move, the way your lips are slightly parted, and how your cheeks are tinged pink.

He has to fight the urge to pull you into his arms and hold you close, but the nervousness in his veins keeps him rooted to the spot. "Y/N..” he breathes out, his voice low and unsteady.

"Bob," you whisper, "Please.." Your words, your simple plea, are all it takes for Bob to snap. His brain short-circuits as every thought about consequences and missions leaves his mind, replaced with one sole desire. *You.*

In the blink of an eye, his hands find your waist, and in another, he's pulling you flush against him. His lips crash into yours with a desperate need, as every pent-up feeling, every piece of suppressed desire is unleashed.

Your hands reach up to his face, gripping his face as you pull him closer, desperate for more. 

Bob is completely lost in the moment, his hands exploring your waist, your back, your face, trying to touch every inch of you. Your touch ignites something within him, and his kiss deepens as he presses his body against yours.

He pushes you backward until your back hits a wall, his hands gripping your hips as he cages you against the surface, his kiss still feverish, hungry, desperate.

You pull away reluctantly, gasping in a few breaths before speaking. "Bob, we need to go.. I *need* you," you whisper, kissing his face and neck. Bob lets out a soft groan at your words, the feeling of your kisses sending tremors through him, the need in your voice making his knees weak. 

"Go... where?" he breathes out, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you closer, afraid that if he lets go of you, you'll disappear. He wants you badly, the mission forgotten in a haze of desire.

"I have a place," you practically moan, enjoying the desperation in his touch. All coherent thoughts leave Bob's mind as your moan is like music to his ears. He practically whimpers against your touch, the need for you nearly overwhelming.

"Lead the way," he mutters, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your neck before reluctantly releasing his grip. Even though he's letting go of you, his hand takes yours, unwilling to lose physical contact.

With your hand in his, Bob follows you to the secluded spot you've chosen, his heart racing in anticipation. The gentle squeeze of your hand reassures him that this is what you want, too. Once you're both inside, the door clicks shut, and the tension in the room thickens. 

You turn to face him, the hunger in your eyes matching his own. His hands trace the curve of your waist, pulling you closer as your mouths find each other again in a passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless. 

With no more words needed, you both stumble over to the bed, the need for each other overwhelming. Bob gently lays you down, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbutton your shirt. His touch is reverent, his every move filled with a passion that has been building for so long. 

You help him, pulling his shirt off over his head, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against yours. As the fabric of your clothes falls away, Bob’s eyes roam over your bare skin, tracing every curve and dip with a hunger that’s been building. 

His hands rough yet gentle, his kisses leaving a trail of fire down your neck as he unclasps your bra. The coolness of the air meets your heated skin, sending shivers down your spine. He worships your body, his hands exploring every inch with a passion that leaves you trembling with anticipation. 

The feel of his bare chest against yours is electric, his skin smooth and warm as he kisses his way down to your stomach. You gasp as his fingers find their way under the band of your pants, unbuttoning them with trembling hands. The touch of his skin against yours sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you arch into his touch. 

His eyes meet yours, questioning, and when you nod, he pulls your pants down, exposing you to his hungry gaze. His eyes widen with awe, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of you, fully exposed and desiring him. 

His thumb brushes against your inner thigh, sending a rush of heat to your core, making you whimper. His touch is soft yet demanding as he explores you, his eyes never leaving yours, drinking in every reaction you give him. 

You're both lost in the moment, the only sound in the room being the ragged breaths and soft moans that escape your lips. Bob leans in, his mouth replacing his fingers, and your world explodes into a symphony of pleasure. 

His name becomes a chant on your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your legs wrapping around his head as you pull him deeper into your warmth. The intensity of the moment reaches its peak as Bob's tongue meets your center, his strokes firm and precise. 

You moan deeply, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on as the pleasure builds. He's relentless, his every move calculated to push you closer to the edge. His hands are everywhere, caressing your breasts, teasing your nipples until they're peaked and sensitive. 

The sound of your breathy pleas and the wetness of your desire driving him wild. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough. You're soaking wet for him, and the scent of your arousal fills the air, making him crave you even more. His mouth is a masterpiece of pleasure, teasing and sucking, swirling and flicking, until you're panting his name and your body is tightening around his tongue. 

You're close, so close, and just when you think you can't handle it anymore, he slides a finger inside you, the pressure inside you building until it snaps. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, making your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. 

You scream out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.

Bob pulls away, his face flushed and his eyes dark with lust, as he watches the aftershocks of your climax ripple through your body. He quickly removes his pants, his cock standing at full attention. The sight of him sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you ache for him. 

He positions himself over you, and with one swift thrust, he's inside, filling you completely. Your legs wrap around him as he begins to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. 

The feeling is indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain, of need and satisfaction, as he stretches and fills you over and over again. Your eyes lock onto his, and it's as if you're seeing him for the first time, really seeing the depth of his feelings for you, the desire and love that he's been hiding.

The friction is perfect, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body with every movement. You rock your hips up to meet his, desperate to get even closer. His hands are everywhere, holding you down, caressing you, making sure you feel every inch of him. 

Your bodies move in a dance that's been choreographed by months of tension and unspoken desires. Each stroke is a promise, each touch a declaration of his feelings.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another deep kiss, your tongues tangling as your bodies move together in perfect sync. The sound of your skin slapping against his fills the room, mixing with the desperate moans and gasps that escape both of your mouths. Bob's pace quickens, driven by the passion that fuels him, and you can feel him getting closer to his release.

You're so lost in the sensation that you don't even notice when the second orgasm starts to build, creeping up on you like a thief in the night. It takes you by surprise, stealing your breath away as it crashes over you, making your body tighten around him. Bob groans into your mouth, his release following closely behind, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his warmth.

You collapse onto the bed, your bodies still entwined, hearts racing, and skin slick with sweat. The room is silent except for the sound of your panting breaths, both of you trying to come down from the high of finally giving in to the passion that's been burning between you. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, grounding, as you bask in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy.

Bob pulls out gently, collapsing beside you, and you roll over to face him, your eyes searching his for any signs of regret. But all you see is love and satisfaction, mirroring your own emotions. You reach out, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and he smiles at you, the tension of the day forgotten as you both drift into a contented silence, the kind that comes from knowing you've found something real in a world full of danger and uncertainty.

Bob's mind is spinning as he shifts to lie there next to you, completely stunned by the intensity of what just happened. His fingers gently trace patterns on your skin, a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes in the blissful expression on your face. Every nerve ending in his body is buzzing, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him.

"That was..." he finally manages to breathe out, his voice thick with emotion, "That was amazing." Bob's heart still races, his head reeling from the intensity of the connection between you both.

You nod breathlessly, resting your face on his chest, cuddling close against him.

[cowboybeepboop]

category is wet cat man named bob played by lewis pullman

THEY’RE HAVING A BOB OFF

[cowboybeepboop]

Masterlist <3

okay guys i finally caved and made one, there's a lot and I'm always looking to expand! send any req my way <3 Also this will be updated everytime I make a new post!!

Twisters:

🤠🌪️Tyler Owens

Wild ride

The chase

Forbidden

javi/ty req

Always been you

Lost in you

hidden relationship req

jealous req

Fling

ride

preg

scarred

Oblivious

🔭💻 Scott Miller

Sweet Surrender

Hidden passion

Love Sick

shy reader req

Javi's sis req

jealous req

virgin

biting

blowie

blowie p2

Temptation

💻Javi

My Dearest

Take me higher

Top Gun Mav:

🕶️Hangman

Old friends

Masseuse

Addicted

angst req

Heated

Sugar

Desire

Hawaiian Hangout

🥜Bob

Yellow

Bimbo

Sweetness

🐓Rooster

Through the window

Marvel:

🦁Kraven

Temptations Game

Perfection

Hunted

Crave

🐺Wolverine

Rough

Needy

🦾Winter Solider

Brawl

♟️Bob Reynolds

Delight

Rescue

Rescued (aka rescue p2)

DC:

🦸‍♂️Superman

Doting

Release

Kiss the chef

Late Night

LOTR/TH:

🪷Kili

The only one

Infinite

🧝‍♂️Thranduil

Fields

🧝‍♂️Legolas

soft

👑Thorin

Magic

Twilight

👨🏼‍⚕Carlisle

Patience

👮‍♀️Charlie

Sherrif

Stranger Things:

🍦Steve Harrington

Midnight betrayal

R u mine?

Late night fantasy

HOTD:

Aemond

Mod AU

Pet

[cowboybeepboop]

Oblivious

“Dammit woman, can’t you see how much I want you?”

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader 

Genre: smut, romantic and fluffy

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Shy and painfully oblivious reader and Tyler who is head over heels for her, desperate for any shred of attention. 

Warnings: Slow burn, Tyler being obsessed with reader riding him, lots of unprotected sex, sex in the show, p in v sex, riding him in his truck.

a/n: I don't really have much to say about this one tbh. But as always, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you have any requests!

As Boone’s younger sister you’ve obviously met Tyler countless times before, although you’ve always been a little too shy when it comes to him almost as if you’re trying to keep your distance from him. But you practically *begged* your brother to take you along this tornado season even if it meant being cramped in a car with Tyler for countless hours on end. 

You’ve been trying to make it as a photographer and capturing a storm is a beautiful opportunity. You keep your attention trained on everything but him, desperate to keep your infatuation with him a secret. 

Tyler has become restless when it comes to you, ever since he’s met you he has been overly flirtatious and yet you seem immune to his advances. While on the road he figured he would finally have his opportunity to make a move on you, but you’re still not budging. 

As you sit in the backseat of his truck his eyes are constantly shifting from you and the road, Boone shoots him a knowing grin. His shoulder brushes Tyler as he warns him to keep his eyes on the road. 

Tyler glances at you one more time, taking in your beauty before returning his eyes to the road, gripping the steering wheel tighter and giving a quick side eye to Boone.

He was a fairly impatient guy and the fact that a beautiful girl was sitting in the seat behind him and he hadn’t gotten her to look at him twice is beginning to frustrate him. You flip through the pictures you took earlier, gaze trained on the camera, oblivious to his gaze. 

“Hey,” Boone waves his hand in front of your face, catching your attention. 

“Yeah? What's up?” you look up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. Tyler’s body tenses when he hears you speak. A simple and basic sentence but it sounds absolutely angelic coming from you. His eyes glanced up into the rear view mirror, watching your soft smile.

He didn’t know why he cared so much about getting your attention but he did. He just wanted to hear you speak again, the sound of your voice already making his heart beat a little faster.

“Wanna trade seats with me?” he smirks in Tylers direction. “You can get a better view of the sky up front.” you nod in response, a soft tinge of pink painting your cheeks at the thought of sitting next to Tyler. 

Tyler’s ears perked up at Boone’s words. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought of having you sitting right next to him. He could already imagine the look on your face as you gushed over the beauty of a fresh storm in the distance.

“Good idea.” He replied, his eyes once again locking with Boone’s in the mirror. He could tell his friend was up to something but at the moment Tyler couldn’t care less. He pulls over at the gas station so he can get more fuel and so you can switch seats. 

You settle down in the passenger seat as Tyler fills up his tank, camera equipment set on the floor next to your feet. “Boone?” you glance back at your brother. “Are you up to something?” 

Boone turns to look at you from the backseat, a smirk plastered on his face. “Me? Up to something?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his messy brown hair, knowing full well what he was doing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He teased. He leaned back in his seat again, pretending to be engrossed in his phone.

You chew on your bottom lip, silently cursing yourself for the drunk confession where you told him how you felt about his best friend. Your crush on Tyler has kept you more reserved and silent this whole trip because everytime he talks to you it sends a shiver down your spine. 

Tyler hops back in the driver's seat, starting the ignition. Tyler notices the conflicted look on your face as he buckles his seatbelt. He raises an eyebrow at you, curious about what you were thinking about so intently.

As he starts the engine again, he steals a quick glance at you, his eyes roving over your form. He couldn’t help it, you were just so damn pretty.

“Everything alright?” He asks in a soft tone, trying not to be overly flirty just yet.

“Mhm.” you glance out the window, reaching for your camera to flip through your pictures once again. Tyler’s eyes remain on you as he begins to drive. There’s a brief silence in the car, broken only by the sound of Boone’s music playing softly through the speakers.

Finally, Tyler breaks the silence with a question. “Can I see the pictures you’ve taken so far? I’m curious.”

“You're driving.” you brush him off almost effortlessly, eyes still glued to the device. Tyler bites his tongue, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He couldn’t tell if you were completely ignoring him on purpose or if you were too obsessed with your camera.

“You can just pass it to me, ya’ know doll.” He says, trying to hide the slight annoyance in his tone. You shake your head, setting the camera in your lap, words caught in your throat at the pet name. 

“I.. I can show you later.” you murmur, eyes wandering out the window. His lips curled into a smirk as he saw your reaction to the nickname. He knew he was getting close to his desired goal of unraveling you.

He let out a sigh as you once again dismissed him. “Later, huh?” He glanced over his shoulder to look at Boone, who looked amused by the interaction.

As the day comes to an end, Tyler stops in front of the motel. You both watch as Boone quickly exits the truck, leaving the two of you alone in the cab. Tyler watches as Boone leaves the car, a smirk on his face when he realizes his friend purposely left the two of you alone.

He turns back, eyes locking onto you again. The atmosphere in the car suddenly felt heavy, the silence almost deafening.

“You never showed me those pictures, doll.” His voice was low and a hint of mockery laced his tone.

“Oh, right.” your hands tremble slightly as you lean to him, showing him the camera. “I got a few good shots..” He leaned in closer as you held the camera up for him to see. A flicker of excitement shone in his eyes as he looked through the pictures sending a rush of desire down your spine.

“These are pretty good.” He said, and he was being honest. Not that he knew much about photography, but the photos looked great to him. 

His eyes flicker down to your lips for a second, watching you take your full bottom lip between your teeth in a manner that’s more tempting than you realize.

He tears his gaze away from your lips and back to the camera, making it very apparent that he was trying to stay focused on the pictures.

As he continues to try to flirt with you, you feel your heart sinking into your stomach. It feels like he’s unknowingly teasing you, leaning into your fantasy of him wanting you the way you want him. 

“You’re..” you trail off, eyes falling to your lap. “Tyler stop messing with me please, you’re starting to hurt my feelings” you *knew* he was just being friendly but he was giving you false hope. His frown deepens as you say that and his eyes widen in surprise. 

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. You really thought that he was just messing around with you, that he didn’t have actual feelings for you.

“Dammit woman, can’t you see how much I want you?” his hand cups your cheek, bringing your face to his. 

He moves your face gently, using his thumb to tilt you up towards him. He can’t help but notice how soft your skin is under his touch and he almost sighs at just how right you feel in his hands.

His voice comes out as a gentle whisper, his eyes searching your face. “What do I have to do to make you understand?” You notice the desperation in his eyes, finally realizing that he's *always* been trying to flirt with you.

“Oh,” you practically gasp out the word, reaching out to pull him to you by the collar of his shirt, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. 

He nearly groans at the sensation of your lips against his. The feeling he had been so desperate for was finally becoming a reality. He responds to your gentle kiss immediately, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you so you’re almost in his lap. 

His lips move hungrily against yours, needing you to understand just how truly desperate he was for you. He deepens the kiss, wanting to taste more of you. He feels like a starving man trying to get as much as he can. You move to straddle his hips, hands going to his shoulders as you settle on him. 

He groans at your change in position, his hands immediately moving to your hips to keep you in place. He had to bite back another moan as you settled down onto his lap, the feeling of you being so close to him was almost too much to handle, his hips shifting up against yours.

“Doll..” He pants out against your lips. “Finally starting to understand now?” you nod, leaning in for another kiss intoxicated by his taste. He eagerly returns it, his tongue running against your bottom lip, searching for entrance. 

He wanted more, needed more.

He pulled you tighter against him, his hands gripping your hips almost possessively. He could feel himself growing hard with you sitting on his lap, he had to force himself not to moan at the feeling.

He nipped your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he spoke. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this.” you moan, hands sliding down his chest as you look at him dazed. 

He lets out a low, guttural growl at the sound of your moan, the noise was like music to his ears. Hearing you make those sounds for him was the best thing he had ever experienced.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

He leaned forward, attaching his lips to the soft skin of your neck, sucking and biting gently. He wanted to leave his mark, wanted anyone to know that you were his. You moan again at the feeling of him leaving soft hickeys on your neck, head leaning back to give him better access. 

“Tyler,” you whine his name, hips moving against his in desperation to feel more of him. He growls again, the sound low and guttural as he feels your hips grinding down against him. It was all too much.

His hands move from your hips to your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. He can’t help it as his hips roll up, desperate to feel you against him.

His teeth graze over your neck, leaving a trail of dark marks as he sucks gently. “Doll.. you’re torturing me.” His voice is a low, desperate moan against your neck. Your hands move to his belt, pulling it away, working to free him from his jeans. 

“Ty, I want you..” your eyes are darkened with desire as you kiss his lips hungrily. 

He nearly moans at the feeling of your fingers on his belt. Hearing you call him ‘Ty’ in that desperate tone was driving him crazy.

He can’t help himself as his fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, his grip almost bruising. He knew he was going to leave marks but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Say it again..” His voice is a low rumble against your lips, hips moving to press up against you. He was coming undone under your desperate touch. 

“Ty, please..” You slip out of your panties, your skirt bunched up at your hips as you pull his jeans down. He moans again at the sound of you begging in that desperate, needy tone that he loves. 

He could barely focus through the fog of lust and desire as he watched you move. “God-“ His hips bucked up involuntarily against you as he groaned out your name, “-you need to stop doing this to me.”

You slide his erection out of his boxers, thumb sliding over his tip, spreading his precum around. ”What am I doing?” you feign innocence, loving the way he's just as desperate as you are. He could barely speak, your soft thumb against him had him writhing in pleasure. The feeling of you wrapped around him was almost too much.

He groans out a curse as his hips buck upwards once again. “You know exactly what you’re doing..” He manages to say in a strained tone, “Don’t act all innocent.” he groans. 

Tyler’s eyes flutter shut at the exquisite sensation of your hand wrapping around him, his breath hitching as you stroke him with a gentle, teasing touch. “Fuck, doll...” he murmurs against your ear, his voice thick with need. 

His hands tighten on your thighs, urging you closer as he feels the warmth of your body surrounding him. The way you touch him is like a sweet torment, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through his veins. His hips buck up into your soft hand, his body begging for more. 

With a groan of pure desire, Tyler’s hands guide your hips to his, aligning himself with your slick entrance. His eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of the moment setting every nerve in his body alight. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowers you onto his throbbing length, watching with rapt attention as your eyes widen and your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. The sensation of you taking him in, inch by inch, sends waves of pleasure crashing through him, and he has to fight the urge to slam you down and claim you fully. 

Instead, he lets you set the pace, savoring every moment as your warmth envelopes him. The truck's cabin feels like it's on fire, the air thick with lust as you both hover on the precipice of release. 

Each time you move down, the pressure builds, and he can feel the head of his cock stretching you, filling you up in a way he’s dreamed of for so long. His eyes never leave you, the connection between you palpable as you both begin to rock in a silent symphony of passion, the leather seats of the truck creaking in rhythm with your muffled moans and his labored breaths.

With a whimper of need, your head falls to Tyler's shoulder, your body trembling with each gentle movement. His fingers dig into your thighs, urging you on as he feels your inner walls tightening around him. Your breath is hot against his neck, silently begging him to take over. 

Tyler understands the unspoken plea, his own need burning like a wildfire within him. He takes control, his hands moving to your hips and guiding you up and down his length with a rhythm that makes you gasp. 

His kisses turn fiercer, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispers, "Ride me, doll. Show me how much you want this." Your nails bite into his shoulders as you obey, the pressure building with each stroke. 

The tightness in your stomach coils tighter, your moans growing louder as you chase the release that seems just out of reach. Tyler's grip on you is like steel, his hips meeting yours with a force that speaks of his own desperation. 

He can feel your body tensing, the sweet tremble of your thighs telling him you're close. "Come for me," he groans, his voice a rough command that sends you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, making your body convulse as you cry out his name. 

He follows you, his own release hot and powerful, his hips jerking upwards as he empties himself into you. Your bodies come to a rest, hearts pounding in unison, the storm outside forgotten in the intensity of the one you've just weathered together.

As the aftershocks of your shared climax subside, you bury your face into Tyler's neck, gasping for air as the pleasure washes over you in warm, delicious waves. His hands are gentle on your skin, stroking and caressing as he holds you closer, savoring the feeling of your body against his. 

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the passion that still thrums through your veins. The storm outside seems to have quieted, as if it too has been sated by the electricity that crackled between the two of you. 

Tyler's grip on your hips loosens slightly, but he makes no move to let you go, his arms instead wrapping around your waist to keep you nestled in his embrace. 

His breathing is ragged, matching the erratic rhythm of yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he whispers, "God, I've wanted this for so long." The admission sends a shiver down your spine, making you realize that maybe, just maybe, this isn't just a fleeting moment of passion. 

Maybe there's something more here, something that could last longer than the brief, fiery lifespan of a tornado. But for now, you're content to simply exist in this moment, wrapped in the arms of the man who has held your heart hostage for far too long.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Tyler pulls you off his lap and sets you back in the passenger seat, his own breathing still ragged from the intensity of the moment. You watch, slightly dazed, as he tucks himself away, your own body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. 

He turns to you, his eyes dark with desire, and whispers in a gruff voice, "Come back to my room with me?" The question lingers in the air, thick with unspoken promises of more passionate moments to come. 

You nod, your cheeks flushed with excitement and anticipation. Tyler's eyes never leave yours as he opens the door and helps you out, his hand firmly grasping yours. The rain patters against the pavement, mimicking the pounding of your heart as you walk towards the motel room, ready to explore the depths of your desires together.

Once inside the motel room, Tyler's hunger for you only grows stronger. He tugs you into the bathroom, his eyes never leaving yours as he impatiently strips away the layers of clothing separating your skin from his. 

Each article that falls to the floor feels like a barrier shattering, revealing more of your beauty to his eager gaze. When you're both bare, he takes a moment to drink you in, his eyes raking over every inch of your naked body. His hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, and his mouth follows the trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. 

You whimper under his touch, your body arching into his as he whispers sweet nothings that feel like poetry against your skin. The heat of his touch is a stark contrast to the coolness of the tiles beneath your feet, but it's a delicious sensation that makes you crave more, he pulls away quickly stripping out of his clothes. 

With the shower now a steamy cocoon of warmth, Tyler guides you inside, the hot spray cascading down your bodies, mingling with the warmth of your shared passion. He kneels before you, his eyes filled with an insatiable hunger that mirrors the way your heart races in your chest. 

His kisses begin at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending a fresh wave of shivers through you as he worships every inch of your body. His tongue traces a path upwards, his teeth gently grazing the soft flesh, until he reaches your stomach, where he places feather-light kisses that make you quiver with anticipation. 

He cups your breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking over your nipples, making them peak and your breath hitch in pleasure. Then, his mouth is back on yours, the water rushing over your entwined forms as he kisses you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours. 

With a gentle yet firm push, he pins you against the tiles, the heat of the water a stark contrast to the coolness of the wall, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. His touch is demanding, his body pressing into yours, leaving no doubt about the depth of his desire. 

With a growl of need, Tyler lifts you off the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His erection presses against you, the intensity of his desire unmistakable as he pins you against the tiles. His mouth claims yours in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless, his tongue delving deep as if he can't get enough of your taste. 

The feeling of his bare skin against yours is electric, sending bolts of pleasure through your body with every touch. Your fingers dig into his hair as you kiss him back with an urgency that matches his own, your legs tightening around his hips, silently begging for more. 

His cock nudges at your entrance, the promise of what's to come making you whimper with anticipation. Tyler's eyes never leave yours as he lowers you, inch by inch, onto his thick length, the sensation of being filled by him once again sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. 

The water streams down your faces, mingling with the sweat of passion as you both gasp and moan, lost in the throes of a desire that seems to have no end. Your movements become more frantic, your hips rolling and grinding against his, the need for release building like a storm ready to break. 

Tyler’s hands grip your ass, guiding your rhythm, his own hips driving into you with a fierce need that makes you feel wanted and cherished in a way you never have before. The sound of the water and your muffled cries fill the small bathroom, a symphony of passion that seems to echo the tempest raging outside.

Tyler's grip on your ass tightens as he lifts you slightly, his hips driving into you with a fervent need to feel you come apart in his arms once more. His movements are powerful and relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your nails dig into his shoulders. 

The water from the showerhead cascades down your bodies, creating a steamy haze that obscures the rest of the world outside of your entwined forms. His eyes never leave yours, watching the pleasure build in your gaze as your moans grow louder, your breaths coming in shorter gasps. 

He whispers filthy encouragement into your ear, his voice a gruff growl that sends shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension in his body, the strain of his muscles as he holds you up, fucking you with a passion that's as intense as the storms he chases. 

His strokes become faster, deeper, until you're riding the edge of a second orgasm, your body begging for release. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, your walls clench around him, and you scream out his name as you shatter into a million pieces, your climax sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like a tempest. 

Tyler's eyes darken as he feels your contractions around his cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he follows you over the edge, filling you up with his hot cum, his body shaking with the force of his own release. 

The only sound in the room is the steady patter of rain against the window and the harsh beating of your hearts, a testament to the intensity of the moment that has forever changed the dynamic between you and Boone's best friend.

As your orgasm subsides, Tyler carefully pulls out of you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that takes your breath away. He holds you by the waist, keeping you steady as your legs threaten to give out beneath the weight of the passion that's just overtaken you. 

The water from the showerhead runs in rivulets down your bodies, mixing with the remnants of your shared release. He turns you around, placing you under the warm spray, and begins to wash you, his touches gentle and full of love. 

His soapy hands glide over your skin, washing away the sweat and passion as if he's trying to cleanse you of the barriers that once stood between you. He lingers on your breasts, his thumbs caressing your sensitive nipples with a tender touch that makes you shiver anew. 

His hands travel down your body, over your hips and thighs, his gentle strokes feeling like a declaration of adoration. You lean into him, letting him support your trembling body as he worships you with his hands, his eyes never leaving yours in the steamy embrace of the shower.

It's a moment of pure connection, a silent promise that this isn't just a fleeting affair but the start of something beautifully tumultuous, a gentle, loving rain that nurtures the newfound bond between you. The world outside the motel room seems to melt away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of the water and the heat of your love.

With trembling hands, you turn around to face Tyler, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest, which is heaving with the aftermath of your shared passion. His skin is warm and slick from the shower, his heart thundering beneath your lips. 

As you reach for the soap, your eyes meet his in the steamy haze, and you see the love and adoration reflected in his gaze. He kisses your forehead, a tender gesture that sends a fresh wave of warmth through your body. You begin to wash him too, your hands gliding over his defined muscles. 

Each stroke feels like a declaration of your own desire, a silent promise that you're in this together. His eyes never leave you, his own hands coming up to cup your face, holding you in place as if he's afraid you might disappear. 

The water runs over his body, washing away the soap, but the connection between you remains unbroken, as strong as the storm that brought you together. The intimacy of this moment is more potent than any kiss, more profound than any touch. 

It's a silent confession of feelings that have been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. And as you stand there, naked and vulnerable in the warm embrace of the shower, you realize that no matter what the future holds, this night has changed everything.

The steam from the shower clings to your bodies as you both step out, the cooler air of the motel room sending a shiver down your spine. Tyler takes a towel, wrapping it around his waist before approaching you, his eyes dark with desire. 

He takes another towel and gently begins to dry your skin, his touch lingering on your curves, as if committing every inch of you to memory. His eyes never stray from yours, and the intensity of his gaze makes your heart race anew. Once you're both sufficiently dried, he takes your hand, leading you out of the bathroom and to the king-sized bed that seems to call out to you both. 

He pulls back the covers with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours, and guides you to straddle him as he lays back, the softness of the mattress giving way beneath his weight. Your legs are on either side of his hips, and you feel his erection pressing against your thigh. 

The warmth of his skin against yours sends a thrill through your body as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His eyes are locked onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he sees is the same fiery need reflected in your gaze. With a soft smile, he pulls you down, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that's as gentle as it is demanding. 

The passion that burned so fiercely in the shower is now a slow, simmering heat that promises to consume you both as you begin to explore each other once again, the storm outside now a gentle reminder of the tempest you've just ridden together.

With a seductive arch of his eyebrows, Tyler silently begs you to ride him again, his thumbs brushing into your hip bones, urging you to take control. The tender touch sends a shiver of anticipation through your body, making you eager to comply. 

You lean down to kiss him, your breasts pressing against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. With a knowing smile, you straddle him once more, feeling his erection nudge against your folds. His eyes never leave yours as you position yourself, the connection between you palpable and intense. 

As you sink down onto him, Tyler's eyes roll back in his head, a low groan escaping his lips. Your bodies meld together as if they were made for this very moment, his thickness filling you completely. The storm outside seems to echo the passion that swells within the confines of the motel room, the thunder a testament to the power of your desire. 

The rain taps a gentle rhythm on the window, setting the pace for your lovemaking as you rock your hips against his, both of you lost in the symphony of pleasure that you've created together. Each movement sends a jolt of electricity through Tyler, his eyes never leaving yours as you set the tempo, grinding down on him with a need that matches his own. 

His hands glide up your body, caressing your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure to your core. Your breath hitches in your throat as his hips rise to meet yours, the friction building into an unbearable crescendo. 

With a gasp, you arch your back, pushing your breasts towards the ceiling as you take Tyler's length fully inside you. Your hips bounce with an increasing tempo, each movement sending a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. Your hair cascades down your back, sticking to your skin with the heat of the room. 

Tyler’s eyes are glued to the sight of you, his jaw clenched as he watches you ride him. He can’t believe this is happening, that you’re finally his, that you want him just as much as he’s always wanted you. His hands glide up your torso, supporting your weight as you move faster and faster, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing in the room. 

His eyes darkened with lust as you lean back, giving him an unobstructed view of your bouncing breasts, the pink tips of your nipples peaked with desire. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge, his body tensing beneath yours. 

But he doesn’t want this to end. He wants to savor every second, every touch, every moan that escapes your lips. So he grips your hips, holding you steady, and thrusts upwards to meet you, pushing deeper, harder, driving you both closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back with each of Tyler's deep, powerful thrusts, your moans growing louder and more desperate as his thumb finds that sweet spot between your legs. He circles your clit with a gentle yet insistent pressure, expertly building the tension within you. 

Each touch feels like a spark igniting the flames of your desire, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release. Your hips rock against his hand, matching the rhythm of his strokes, the friction driving you wild. His eyes never leave yours, watching as the pleasure overtakes you, a smug smile playing on his lips as he feels your walls tighten around him. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your passion, the storm outside seemingly in sync with your shared ecstasy. Tyler's breathing grows ragged, his own orgasm approaching as he feels you getting closer to yours. He whispers your name in a gruff voice, urging you on, his eyes filled with a fiery need that sends shivers down your spine. 

Tyler’s thumb continues to circle your clit, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches the ecstasy build in your expression. Your breath hitches, your body tightening around him, and with a final, powerful thrust, you cum hard, your muscles spasming as waves of pleasure crash through you. 

Your orgasm seems to trigger his own, and with a guttural groan, he fills you up with his warmth, his body stiffening beneath yours. The sound of the rain beating against the window is the only thing that pierces the quiet of the room, the only indication that there’s anything in the world beyond the two of you.

With your body still trembling from the intensity of your climax, you collapse onto Tyler’s chest, your heart racing in time with his. His arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against him as if he’s afraid to let go. 

His chest heaves with the effort of his own orgasm, his breaths coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the gentle patter of the rain. The warmth of his embrace feels like a blanket, comforting and secure, as the aftershocks of pleasure pulse through your body. Your forehead presses against his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you listen to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. 

[cowboybeepboop]

Old friends

"Fuck, you're incredible," 

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman” Seresin

Genre: Smut 

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Your friendship turns into a passionate night together.

a/n: I’m not too sure if people are still craving Glen Powell the way I am, but this man plagues my fucking thoughts day and night 😔

Jake arrives at your doorstep, knocking on the door with a smile and a bag in his hand. He's dressed casually, with a comfortable hoodie and jeans. "Hey, I brought some snacks," he says as he greets you warmly.

You pull him into a quick hug, it’s been a few months since you last had some time together. “Jake, I’ve missed you.”

He returns the embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I've missed you too," he says, his voice warm and genuine. "It's been a while." He steps inside, following you into the living room.

“Too long.” You murmur as you plop down on the couch. “You get to pick the first movie.”

Jake grins and takes a seat next to you on the sofa. He places the bag of snacks on the coffee table and starts rummaging through it. "Alright, let's see..." he ponders for a moment before pulling out a DVD. "How about this one? It's a classic." He shows you the title, eager for your opinion.

“Sounds great.” You smile, relaxing on the plush couch.

Jake puts in the DVD and sits back down beside you, making himself comfortable. As the movie starts, he casually slings his arm around the back of the sofa, just behind your shoulders. His proximity is comforting and familiar, like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together.

You press your cheek into his shoulder, cuddling into his side as the movie starts. Jake subconsciously shifts a little closer, enjoying the feeling of your head on his shoulder. 

He steals a glance at you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. The movie continues to play, but his focus seems to shift, his thoughts wandering slightly as he steals subtle glances at you from time to time.

As you nuzzle against him, Jake feels a flutter in his chest. He bites his lip, trying to appear casual, but there's a hint of a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He glances down at you, feeling a mix of nervousness and affection. He's always had a crush on you, but he had never mustered the courage to tell you.

You groan, unable to get comfortable in this position. With a sigh you move to lay your head in his lap, letting out a soft sigh as you relax.

Jake's heart skips a beat as you lay your head in his lap. He stiffens for a moment, not expecting the unexpected touch. But then, he relaxes, his body melting into the cushion of the couch. 

He tentatively reaches out, his hand hovering above your head for a brief moment before slowly, gently, he gently begins to brush his fingers through your hair.

You let out a quiet moan as his fingers brush through your hair. Jake swallows hard at the sound you make, feeling a jolt of electricity go down his spine. He continues to run his fingers through your hair, his touch tender and soothing. He steals a glance at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and something else, something deeper.

A sex scene comes on the TV, making both of you tense as the sounds of moans and skin against skin fills the room.

Jake's hand freezes above your head, his mind racing as he attempts to maintain a casual demeanor. The room seems to grow hotter, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He glances down at you, trying to gauge your reaction to the scene unfolding on the screen.

You take a shaky breath feeling heat pooling in your stomach, your hand subconsciously squeezing Jake’s knee.

Jake's breath catches in his throat as he feels your hand on his knee. The gentle squeeze causes him to shift slightly in his seat, trying to hide the growing tent in his jeans. He clears his throat, his mind torn between watching the movie and the feel of your touch.

You clear your throat as the scene finally ends, cutting to a less intense one. Jake takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. The heat in his cheeks hasn't subsided, and he's acutely aware of every movement you make. 

The scene on the screen has changed, but his mind is still reeling from the previous one. He slowly resumes threading his fingers through your hair, his touch slightly rougher than before.

You scoot back your head getting a little too close to his erection. Jake’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels you move, his heart rate quickening. Your head is now directly in his lap, dangerously close to the situation happening below his belt. He tries to maintain his cool, but it's a losing battle.

"Uh, watch out for... um," he stammers, his voice huskier than usual.

“Hm?” You question, moving slightly to look up at him. Jake's eyes widen as you tilt your head back, your gaze meeting his. His breathing becomes more labored, and he tries to keep a stoic expression, but the tent in his jeans is becoming increasingly harder to hide.

"You're, um, getting a little close," he manages to say, his voice betraying a hint of restraint.

“Close?” You question, shifting your body a little more to face him, your eyes locking on his erection. “Oh..”

Jake's face flushes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He's acutely aware of your gaze on his lower region, and he's losing the battle against embarrassment.

"Yeah... um," he stutters, his breath catching in his throat. "Just... maybe, uh, be careful?"

“Yeah.. right..” you sit up awkwardly shifting your gaze as you put space between the two of you. Your cheeks a bright red as you adjust the blanket on your lap. 

Jake tries to suppress a feeling of disappointment as you move away from him. He adjusts his position on the sofa as well, trying to subtly hide his predicament. The tension in the room is palpable, and he steals a glance at you, trying to read your expression.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to suppress your growing arousal as you steal a glance at Jake’s.

Jake notices your subtle shift in position, and his eyes darken with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He can't help but notice the way your thighs press together, and his own body responds in kind, his jeans growing even tighter. 

You slightly shift closer to him, craving the warmth of his body. “Jake.” You whisper softly.

Jake's heart thumps in his chest as he hears you utter his name. He turns to look at you, his gaze locking with yours. The desire in his eyes is undeniable, and he can't help but lean closer towards you, his body silently begging for your touch.

"Yeah?" he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

You let out a long breath, chewing on your bottom lip as you slip your hand on his lap, fingers getting dangerously close to his bulge.

Jake lets out a shaky breath as he feels your hand on his lap. His entire body stiffens in response, and he closes his eyes for a moment, trying to maintain control. But when your fingers edge closer to his bulge, his breath hitches in his throat, and he can't help but let out a faint moan.

"Mmm... what are you doing, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice strained and thick with desire.

“Jake.. I,” you turn to face him, fingers brushing over his erection.

Jake's body jerks involuntarily at your touch, a low moan escaping his lips. He sucks in a breath, his hips instinctively shifting slightly forward into your hand. His eyes meet yours, the desire in them undeniable.

"Mmm... baby," he manages to say, his voice wavering. "Please... don't tease me."

“Not teasing..” you unbutton his jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down, your hands shaking slightly in anticipation.

Jake's body trembles, his breathing ragged as he feels your hands working on his jeans. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can hardly believe this is happening. He reaches out, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, gently squeezing it.

"Oh, god," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need.

You free his length, mouth watering at the sight of him. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

Jake blushes at your words, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. He's never been this aroused in his life, and hearing you compliment his size sends a wave of heat through his body.

"Mmm..." He lets out a strangled moan as he feels your eyes on him.

You press a kiss to his tip, your eyes fluttering shut as you continue pressing kisses to him. You stick out your tongue, pressing it to his length, nearly moaning at the taste.

"Fuck," Jake groans, his hips stuttering forward into your touch. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, his grip tight as he struggles to control his response to your mouth. He's never felt anything this intense before, and his body is on fire with pleasure.

He throws his head back, his eyes shut tight. The feeling of your lips on him, the brush of your tongue, it's almost too much for him to handle. He can feel his precum leaking out, and he tightens his grip on your hair.

“Mm…” you murmur, the sound sending shivers down his body. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, head bobbing as you take him in further.

Encouraged by your enthusiastic response, Jake's hips begin to move in rhythm with your mouth, his breath coming in harsh pants. His hand tightens in your hair, guiding you deeper, and he can't hold back the string of curses that fall from his lips. 

"Fuck, yes... just like that," he whispers, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. The sound of your muffled moans around his cock only spurs him on, and he can feel himself getting closer to the edge. 

You continue to suck him off, the heat in the room growing more intense with each passing second. His hand is a vice in your hair, his hips rocking up to meet your mouth as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock. 

Jake's moans become louder, his body tensing as he feels the orgasm building deep in his core. He can't believe how amazing this feels, how perfect your mouth is around him.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, his voice strained and desperate. You nod, taking him in deeper, eager to taste him.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jake releases into your mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him, and he lets out a long, shaky sigh. His grip on your hair relaxes, and he opens his eyes to find you looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Fuck," he says, panting. "That was..." He trails off, unable to find the words.

You lean back, licking your lips. "Good?"

He nods, his cheeks still flushed. "More than good." He looks at you with a newfound hunger in his eyes. "But I want more," he says, reaching for you. “Need more..”

Jake's hand slides up your thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of your shirt before finding their way under the fabric. His touch is electric, sending waves of heat through your body. You lean into him, eager for more, as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a passion that leaves you breathless. 

With a low growl, Jake lifts you up and flips you onto your back on the couch, his body covering yours in a possessive embrace. His kisses become more demanding, his hands roaming over your body as he unbuttons your shirt and unhooks your bra. 

Your breasts spill out into his waiting hands, and he cups them gently before taking one in his mouth, flicking your nipple with his tongue as you writhe beneath him. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, eliciting gasps from you, and he smiles against your skin, feeling your body respond to his every touch. 

His hand slides down to the waistband of your pants, and with one swift movement, he unbuttons and unzips them, pushing them down your hips along with your panties. You lift your hips to help him, desperate for him to explore further, and he obliges, his hand slipping inside to feel the wetness that's been building since the moment he sat down next to you. 

Your legs part instinctively, inviting him in, and he groans against your neck, his desire spiraling out of control. He kisses a path down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake until he reaches the apex of your thighs. 

His eyes lock with yours, a silent question in them, and when you nod eagerly, he lowers his head and tastes you for the first time, his tongue delving into your folds, making you buck against his face. Your nails dig into his scalp as he licks and sucks, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. 

The world around you fades away, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the feel of Jake's mouth on your pussy. You're so close, so very close, and you know that this night will change everything between the two of you.

Jake's tongue dances around your clit, his movements deliberate and skilled. Each flick sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your legs shake. You grip the couch cushions, your breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps as the intensity builds. "Oh, Jake," you moan, arching your back, "right there."

He groans against you, the vibration of his voice sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your core. His tongue circles your clit before plunging into your wetness, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he grinds against the couch. 

The pressure is building, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Jake's eyes flash up to meet yours, a look of pure desire etched on his face. "Cum for me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. 

He sucks on your clit, and with one final, desperate pull of your hair, you fall over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Your cries fill the room as he continues to lick and suck, prolonging the sensation until you're nothing but a puddle of pleasure beneath him.

When the waves of pleasure finally recede, Jake kisses his way back up your body, leaving a trail of wetness on your skin. He takes your mouth again, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. "Fuck, you're incredible," he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust.

You smile against his lips, your heart racing. "So are you," you pant, your hands sliding down to his hips, pushing his jeans down the rest of the way. His cock springs free, and you reach for it, stroking it gently.

Jake groans, his hips bucking into your touch. "I need to be inside you," he says, his voice a desperate growl.

You nod, your eyes wide with need. "Yes," you whisper, spreading your legs wider in invitation.

Jake reaches into the pocket of his discarded jeans, pulling out a condom. He rolls it on with shaking hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, with one hand on the back of your knee, he guides your leg up and enters you in one smooth, deep stroke.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he fills you completely, the sensation of being stretched and filled by him almost too much to handle. He starts to move, his hips rocking into yours in a steady, powerful rhythm. 

The friction sends sparks shooting through your body, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you move with him, meeting his every thrust.

The tension builds again, hot and urgent, and you know that this time, you'll be falling together. Jake's grip tightens on your leg, his strokes becoming more erratic as he feels his own climax approaching. "I'm going to cum," he grunts, his eyes locked on yours.

"Me too," you whimper, your body tightening around him.

With a final, desperate push, you both reach the peak, your orgasms crashing into one another like waves against the shore. You hold onto each other tightly, riding out the storm of pleasure until it subsides, leaving you both panting and spent on the couch, surrounded by the scattered remnants of your clothing.

For a moment, you just lay there, bodies entwined, hearts racing in sync. Then, Jake pulls out and collapses beside you, his arm draped over your waist. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admits, his voice still thick with passion.

You snuggle into his side, a smile playing on your lips. "Me too," you whisper, your eyes drifting closed as you let the aftershocks of pleasure wash over you.

The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, as the two of you lay there, basking in the warm glow of your newfound intimacy. This night has changed everything, and you can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

[cowboybeepboop]

Infinite

"Always and forever, you're mine,"

Pairing: Kili Durin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Romantic smut

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: You're in a secret relationship with the dwarf prince, one full of nothing but love.

Warnings: kind of angsty? Idk forbidden love, soft kili, unprotected sex

Kíli had never truly been in love before - sure, he’s had his little crushes here and there. But never something so serious, with his blood almost burning as he thought of your face, his heart skipping every other beat when you were near.

After several long months of secretly sneaking off with you, always behind his uncle’s back, he approached you with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, darling.”

“My love…” you murmur against his neck, cuddling into his embrace.

Kíli tightens his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair with a deep inhale. Your sweet, flowery scent makes his mind hazy - it is all he can think of besides how much he adores you.

“Do you know how hard it is to wait for you?” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “I dream of you all the time, and all day, all I want to do is see your beautiful face again…”

He pulls back just so he can cup your face in his hands. “You’re all I ever think about…”

His gaze drifts down to your mouth, and his own lips curl into a smirk. “I've been wanting to do this all day…” he murmurs, leaning down and tilting your chin up to press a firm, lingering kiss onto your lips. 

Your lips reply eagerly, your hands gripping his sides as you press against him. “I have missed you as well. It has been far too long since I’ve been in your embrace.”

Kíli closes his eyes gently as he savors the taste of your kiss, a low hum of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. 

“Mm… you’re so perfect…” he says softly, rubbing his thumbs along your jawline. “And it really has been too long. I can’t go another day without you in my arms.”

He gives another tight squeeze and pulls your body flush against his, as though he can’t get you close enough.

He moves one of his hands behind your head, burying his fingers in your hair and tilting your head back so he can bury his mouth against your neck.

“I need you…” he breathes, pressing hot kisses and soft bites along the length of your neck, leaving the skin red. “More than I need air. How am I supposed to get through days without you here with me…?”

“Lover…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut with the contact. “I do not wish to sneak around any longer..” your hand cradles the back of his head.

Kíli’s face buries into the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin as he tries to calm his aching heart at your words. 

“I… I don’t either,” he whispers back, pulling away from your neck to nuzzle his face against your ear. “But my uncle… he won’t understand. You know how Dwarves feel towards Elves…”

“My heart belongs to you until the day I take my last breath.” Your fingers tangle in his hair. “I wish to stay with you, in your arms.”

Kíli lets out a small sigh as your hand slides through his hair. He lifts his head again, looking down into your eyes longingly.

“You’re mine… you’re all mine,” he murmurs, tracing the pads of his fingers over your jaw. “And if I could, I would never let you leave my arms again. But…”

His mouth twists into a tight frown. “My uncle would have my head if he found out about you. He’s a stubborn old Dwarf who holds his grudges with a burning fire.”

“My love,” your gaze meets his, tears falling down your face. “I cannot make you choose, but I wish you would.” You breathe out.

Kíli’s heart feels as though it might break right there. He closes the distance between you, his hands immediately reaching up to cradle your face gingerly between them, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your face.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. “I can’t lose you. But he’s my family… the only family I have left… if I defy him and lose his support…”

He lets out a shaky sigh, letting his hands slide downwards until they’re clutching at your wrists.

“I know..” you murmur softly. You bring your hand to his face, fingers dancing over his tanned skin.

Kíli lets his eyes fall closed as you touch his face, leaning into the touch like a starved dwarf. 

“You make it sound so easy… defying my family, my kin, my brother…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours gently.

“I do not wish for you to defy them.” You sigh, desperately trying to find the words. “But loving me is the problem.. for it is against his will.”

Kíli’s face twists at your words. He knows that what you’re saying is true - it was against Thorin’s will. Thorin would never accept an Elf for Kíli to love.

“But I do love you,” he says back fiercely, leaning back to look into your eyes desperately. “I love you so much… I can’t just stop loving you… I *never* could…”

You press a gentle kiss to his closed eyes, your touch soft and almost ghostly.

Kíli’s breath catches in his throat as your lips press to his eyes, gently squeezing your wrists gently. He feels as though you’re a dream - too beautiful to be real. How could he ever let you go?

“Please,” he whispers, opening his eyes again to look at you desperately. “Please, don’t leave. I can’t live without you…”

“Love..” you breathe out, at a loss for words. In all of your endless wisdom, you still cannot find the solution to your predicament.

“Do not cry, my dear.” You wipe the warm tears from his cheeks, your own threatening to fall.

Kíli’s breath shakes as you touch his face again, and he swallows thickly, trying in vain to halt the flow of tears.

“How am I supposed to *not* cry when you’re about to leave me…?” he mutters shakily, his hands gripping your wrists desperately, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you bite back your despair. “Kili..” you sigh his name, voice barely above a whisper.

Kíli lets out a small whimper as you pull him into your embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck quickly as if to hide the tears that continue to run down his face. 

He grips at your back, holding onto you like a drowning man gripping for a lifeline. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so broken - so weak - before.

“You can’t leave…” he mutters again, his fingers digging into your back as he speaks. “Please… don’t leave me…”

“Kili..” Every time you repeat his name, Kíli’s heart aches fiercely. His fingers dig into your back more desperately, pulling you as close to him as he can.

“Please…” he mutters, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short gasps. “Please don’t leave… don’t go… I’ll die without you…”

You pull back from his embrace ever so slightly, guiding his hand to your chest. “My heart beats for you, only you.” Your other hand traces soft patterns into his back comforting him.

Kíli closes his eyes as your hand leads his to rest against your chest, feeling the steady thumping of your heart against his palm. It’s an almost soothing sensation, reminding him that he’s *not* dreaming - you’re really here with him, in his arms where you should be.

He lets out a shaky breath as your fingers work their way across his back, and he finally raises his head again to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t…” he whispers back, his voice thick with the sound of tears. “Don’t go…

“I will stay by your side, as long as you wish me to.” Your resolve drifts away, your desire for him outweighs the desperation for more than a secret relationship.

Kíli lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart starts to thump against his rib cage. You’ve just said exactly the words he craved to hear, his shoulders sagging with pure relief. 

“I will always want you by my side…”

His hands move to your hips, his thumbs massaging gently into the bare skin just below your shirt. He swallows thickly, his eyes darkening as he suddenly drops onto his knees in front of you.

His hands slide up your side, his lips immediately finding your stomach and leaving a line of soft kisses there.

“Meleth nîn..” you gasp, his kisses leaving you breathless and craving more.

Kíli’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers gently tracing up your abdomen as his lips continue to press against your skin. He lets out a small moan as your soft gasp reaches his ears, the sound adding to his growing desire.

“Say it again…” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your bare skin just below your ribs. “My darling… say that again…”

“Meleth nîn, your touch undoes me.” You moan, head falling back in pleasure.

A shiver of pure lust runs through Kíli’s body as you moan for him again, and his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. His hands slide higher up your body, his fingers dancing across your stomach, up towards your chest.

“I want to undo you… I want to drive you wild, love…” he mutters, leaning in to press his lips to the bare skin between your breasts. “I want to *break* you…”

You let out soft noises, your body trembles with his touch. “Such lewd words my prince.”

Kíli lets your words encourage him further, his tongue darting out to lave against the bare skin of your stomach before his mouth wanders higher. He bites down on your skin gently, his teeth just barely breaking the surface.

“Filthy prince, aren’t I?” he mutters, giving another bite against the skin of your belly. “And you love me for it.”

You lower yourself down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Kíli immediately leans into the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth to dance with yours. He groans with pleasure at the sudden shift in position, lowering himself against you on the grass until his hips press against yours.

He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes raking over your body as he moves to press kisses against the side of your neck. “I want to make you mine… I want to take you here… now…” he whispers against your ear.

“My love..” you moan, feeling his hand slide between your thighs.

Kíli groans as he hears the sound of your moan, and can already feel himself starting to harden at the sound. He moves so that he can press his hips even more into yours, rubbing against you needily. 

His hand slides further between your thighs, his fingers tracing along the skin that’s not being covered by your clothing.

Kíli’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, feeling the heat emanating from your core. He whispers, “I need to feel all of you, my love. Tell me you want this, tell me you’re mine.” His voice is filled with urgency, his desire for you burning like wildfire within.

"Yours," you pant into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch. "Forever yours, Kili." His hand slides into your pants, his fingers seeking your warmth eagerly.

The words are like a key unlocking his restraint, and he responds by kissing you with a passion that feels as though it could set the entire world ablaze. His hand slides further into your folds, his fingers now coated in your slickness as he explores your most sensitive areas with a gentle, yet insistent touch. 

His movements are tender but firm, as though he's afraid you might vanish from his grasp at any moment. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure increasing as your breaths turn into soft whimpers of pleasure.

"Mm," he groans against your mouth, his arousal growing as he feels you react to his touch. "You're so wet for me, so beautiful... I can't wait to taste you."

With a final, lingering kiss, he pulls away from your lips and moves his mouth down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he goes. 

His hand continues to work between your legs, his fingers teasing and exploring as he goes lower, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the pleasure build on your face. 

His other hand moves to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

His gaze devours your body, his eyes dark with need as he kisses his way down your chest, pausing to suck on your nipples before his mouth reaches the waistband of your pants.

With a growl of desire, he unbuckles the belt and unbuttons the fly, pulling the fabric down to expose your quivering stomach. He kisses and licks his way down, his hand still playing with your wetness as his tongue darts out to taste you. 

You moan deeply as he finally brings his mouth to your sex, his tongue sliding over your clit in a way that makes your legs shake. His kisses are now replaced with the feeling of his mouth and tongue, his movements growing more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of release.

Kíli groans into your heat, his mouth never leaving the sweetness of your folds as your thighs tighten around his head. His tongue laps at your clit with fervent strokes, the sound of your moans echoing in the quiet glade like a siren’s call to his soul. 

The pressure of your legs only fuels his hunger, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he worships your body with his mouth. The scent of your desire fills the air, making his arousal ache painfully in his breeches. 

His movements become more feverish, his tongue flicking and suckling, as he tastes the sweet nectar of your passion. Your body tenses, and he knows you’re close. He doubles his efforts, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud as he pushes you towards the precipice.

"Kili, I..." Your voice trails off into a keening cry as the orgasm sweeps through you, your back arching and your nails digging into the dirt. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure as your legs quiver around his head.

Finally, when you collapse against the cool grass, boneless and panting, Kíli pulls back, his mouth glistening with your essence. He smirks up at you, eyes dark with satisfaction and desire. "Mine," he whispers, his voice thick with lust, "Always mine."

Kíli slides himself between your trembling thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires the flushed beauty of your post-orgasmic state. He fumbles with the ties of his own breeches, finally freeing his erection which juts out proudly, aching for the warm embrace of your body. 

The anticipation is almost unbearable as he lines himself up with your entrance, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he gives it a slow, firm stroke. He leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he starts to press forward, the blunt tip of his cock parting your folds. 

You moan into the kiss, your body instinctively responding to his touch as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with his thick, hard length. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of your union as if it could be the last.

Kíli's eyes never leave yours as he pushes deeper, his cock stretching and filling you completely. His movements are slow and tender as if he's afraid of breaking the spell that's wound tight around the both of you. 

Each inch feels like an eternity, his passion building like a crescendo in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he starts to move with a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart. 

His hips rock into yours, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to ignite within you. Each thrust is a declaration of love, a silent promise that no matter the cost, you belong to him, and he to you. 

The world outside the glade fades away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance as old as time itself. With every stroke, Kíli claims you more thoroughly, his love and desire a physical force that resonates through every fiber of your being. 

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of your union the only music playing in the symphony of passion. 

With the intensity of his love and desire driving him, Kíli's movements become slightly more erratic, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Despite his best efforts to prolong the moment, the passion overwhelms him, his body shaking with the effort to maintain his control. 

He whispers your name like a prayer, his hips thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a passionate fervor that speaks louder than any words could. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you as palpable as the heat of your bodies pressed together. 

The slick sound of your union fills the quiet glade, punctuated by your breathless moans and his grunts of pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips, guiding you to meet his every thrust, his body demanding release. 

The sensation of his hardness pounding into you sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your climax threatening to build again. Kíli knows he's close, his breaths coming in harsh pants against your skin, his eyes dark with a primal need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. 

He whispers sweet promises and dirty confessions against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fights to hold back his release, not wanting this stolen moment of pure ecstasy to end. 

But the need is too strong, and with a final, desperate moan, he buries himself deep within you, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning through the sky, his warmth filling you as he surrenders to the overwhelming love that consumes him.

"Forgive me, my love," Kíli murmurs against your neck, his voice heavy with passion and regret as he realizes his own climax has come first. "I wanted to make you feel good first, to give you pleasure before I took mine." 

His hips slow their rhythm, his cock still pulsing deep inside you as his orgasm subsides. He kisses the tender skin of your throat, his grip loosening slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his eyes searching yours for any trace of disappointment.

"No, no, Kili," you whisper breathlessly, shaking your head. "You never need to apologize for loving me like this." Your voice is a soft caress against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. You feel his cock thicken within you, his passion not yet sated.

"Take what you need," you encourage him, your hips rocking gently against his to show you're ready for more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and Kíli's eyes flare with renewed desire. 

He groans, his hips moving with more urgency, his love for you a potent elixir that fuels his need. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips as he starts to thrust again, his hands tightening on your hips. 

Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a silent conversation of love and need. Your desire builds once more, coiling tight in your core. "Again, my love," you breathe into his ear. "Take me again." The words are a catalyst, igniting a fresh wave of passion in Kíli. 

Kíli feels your muscles tightening around him, your body's sweet embrace urging him closer to the edge as well. He can't help but groan into your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he picks up the pace. 

His strokes become more deliberate, aimed to hit that spot deep within you that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. His own climax builds the pleasure from your tightness around him almost too much to bear. 

His hand slides back up to find your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he continues to thrust, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip to hold you in place. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice low and demanding, "I need to feel you cum around me, my love."

The intensity of his words sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through you, and you can't help but let out a sharp cry as your body obeys his command. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls contracting around his cock as you ride the peak of ecstasy. 

Kíli's eyes widen in amazement as he watches your face contort with pleasure, feeling the tremors of your release through your entire body. His orgasm follows swiftly, his cock pulsing as he releases himself deep within you, his love and passion a physical force that resonates through the both of you. 

His movements slow, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he leans in to kiss you gently, his love for you shining in his eyes like the stars above. "Always and forever, you're mine," he whispers against your swollen lips.

[cowboybeepboop]

Pet

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Keep reading. I expect you to do a thorough job."

Pairing: Modern Aemond x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smutty smut

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Your boss prevents you from keeping your mind on your job.

Warnings: Soft-ish Aemond, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, possessive Aemond. 

a/n: This is technically a part 2 but I think you can read it as a stand alone. Hopefully y'all enjoy and as always send any requests you have my way <3

Aemond didn't look away from you as the worker left the room, his eye focused on you like a hawk. He could feel your squirms, your attempt to get away from him. 

As soon as the door clicked shut, his grip on you tightened, pinning you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. 

"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I'm not finished with you yet."

“But.. Sir, I should review the papers.. make sure they’re up to standard.” You murmur, trying to at least get some of your work done today. 

Aemond pulls you onto his lap, positioning you so that you're seated on his leg, and you're suddenly aware of the heat and firmness of his body under your hips, the way his muscles flex when he moves. 

"Read the work," he says, his voice a commanding rumble in your ear. "But don't move. Understood?"

“Y-yes sir..” your eyes scan the pages but your mind is distracted by his touch. 

Aemond's fingers trail up and down your thigh, teasing and light, sending shivers up your spine. He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, knowing that you were trying to focus on the work, but your mind was already wandering. 

He leaned his head down, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhaled deeply, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses. "Focus," he whispered, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Read the work like a good girl."

“Okay, I’ll focus..” you mumble, stiffening as you try to follow his commands. He spreads your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive skin. 

Aemond's fingers continue to dance over your sensitive skin, the light touch almost ticklish. He could see the way you stiffen, trying to stay focused on the work, but he could also see the way your eyes kept darting to the side, his touch having an effect on you. 

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Keep reading. I expect you to do a thorough job."

“Of.. of course Sir.” You bite back a moan, leaning back into his chest.

Aemond's hand on your thigh stills abruptly, giving you a little squeeze of warning. He could feel you leaning back into him, your body responding to his touch, and he knew that you were struggling to keep your focus. 

"Careful," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Don't get distracted. I want you to stay focused on your work. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

“No, not at all.” You reply, narrowing your gaze at the pages as you struggle to keep your focus. Aemond’s fingers find your wetness, pressing into the warmth of your bare pussy. 

Aemond didn't look away from you as the worker left the room, his eye focused on you like a hawk. He could feel your squirms, your attempt to get away from him. 

As soon as the door clicked shut, his grip on you tightened, pinning you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. 

"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I'm not finished with you yet."

“But.. Sir, I should review the papers.. make sure they’re up to standard.” You murmur, trying to at least get some of your work done today. 

Aemond pulls you onto his lap, positioning you so that you're seated on his leg, and you're suddenly aware of the heat and firmness of his body under your hips, the way his muscles flex when he moves. 

"Read the work," he says, his voice a commanding rumble in your ear. "But don't move. Understood?"

“Y-yes sir..” your eyes scan the pages but your mind is distracted by his touch. 

Aemond's fingers trail up and down your thigh, teasing and light, sending shivers up your spine. He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, knowing that you were trying to focus on the work, but your mind was already wandering. 

He leaned his head down, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhaled deeply, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses. "Focus," he whispered, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Read the work like a good girl."

“Okay, I’ll focus..” you mumble, stiffening as you try to follow his commands. He spreads your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive skin. 

Aemond's fingers continue to dance over your sensitive skin, the light touch almost ticklish. He could see the way you stiffen, trying to stay focused on the work, but he could also see the way your eyes kept darting to the side, his touch having an effect on you. 

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Keep reading. I expect you to do a thorough job."

“Of.. of course Sir.” You bite back a moan, leaning back into his chest.

Aemond's hand on your thigh stills abruptly, giving you a little squeeze of warning. He could feel you leaning back into him, your body responding to his touch, and he knew that you were struggling to keep your focus. 

"Careful," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Don't get distracted. I want you to stay focused on your work. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

“No, not at all.” You reply, narrowing your gaze at the pages as you struggle to keep your focus. Aemond’s fingers find your wetness, pressing into the warmth of your bare pussy. 

You try to focus on the paperwork, the words on the page blurring slightly as Aemond's slim finger starts to move inside you with a painfully slow rhythm. The sensation is maddening, a stark contrast to the quick, hard thrusts from earlier. 

Your breath hitches, and you try to keep your voice steady as you murmur, "I'll do my best, Sir." Each word is a battle, each syllable a test of your concentration as his finger slides in and out, a silent reminder of his dominance. Aemond's smirk widens as he watches your effort, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. 

"That's all I ask," he whispers, his other hand coming up to cup your face, turning it towards him. His thumb traces your cheekbone as he adds, "But remember, Y/N, your pleasure is secondary to your duties." His words are like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of your position in this game. 

You nod, biting your lip to keep from crying out as his finger moves even slower, pushing you to the brink of frustration and arousal.

As you struggle to keep your focus on the paperwork, Aemond's second finger joins the first, stretching you and filling you with a sense of fullness that's just shy of overwhelming. You bite your lip harder, your eyes scanning the lines of text without truly seeing them. 

The sound of the pages flipping is the only outward sign of your effort to maintain composure, as inside, you're a whirlwind of desire and need. Each slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, making it almost impossible to concentrate on the words in front of you. 

You swallow hard, trying to keep your breathing even as you feel yourself getting wetter, his fingers moving with a purposeful, maddening slowness that's driving you to the edge of sanity. "Just...just a bit more, Sir," you manage to murmur, hoping against hope that he'll increase the pace. 

But Aemond seems content to watch you squirm, his smirk never leaving his face as he enjoys the power he holds over you. "Keep reading, pet." he whispers, his voice like a caress against your ear, his fingers never changing their rhythm. 

The tension builds, a delicious agony that has you balancing on the precipice of release, desperately trying to ignore the way your body responds to his touch. It's a battle of wills, and you're not sure who's winning.

The sudden addition of his last two fingers sends a shock of pleasure through your body, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. The pressure is intense, almost painful, but the way your body responds is undeniable. 

You feel yourself stretch around him, your muscles clenching and releasing in an involuntary wave that makes you moan. "Fuck," you breathe out, the word slipping from your mouth unbidden. Aemond's smirk turns into a full smile, his hand stilling for a moment to let you adjust to the new sensation. 

"Keep reading," he whispers, his voice a dark promise of more to come. You force your eyes back to the paperwork, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside you, the way they twist and curve, exploring every inch of your slick heat. 

Your voice is shaky as you try to continue, but you can feel the climax building, the pressure growing with every slow, deliberate movement of his hand. "I... I can't," you admit, your voice breaking as you lean back into his chest, desperation clear in your eyes. "Please, Aemond, I need... I need..." But he's relentless, his fingers moving in a steady, torturous rhythm that keeps you on edge without letting you fall over. 

"Keep reading," he commands again, his voice firm, and you know that there's no escape from this, no release until he decides to give it to you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, your eyes scanning the pages without truly seeing them. 

The tension in the room is palpable, a silent symphony of need and power that seems to crescendo with every beat of your racing heart. And all the while, his fingers work their magic, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, until you're not sure if you can take it anymore.

You finish reading the last page of the report, setting the file down with trembling hands. The room feels hot, the air thick with the scent of your arousal. "No mistakes, Sir," you whisper, hoping he'll allow you the release you so desperately crave.

Aemond's hand doesn't leave your body, instead, he starts to move his fingers faster, his thumb circling your clit with a precision that makes you gasp. "Good," he murmurs in approval, his voice a dark promise. "Now, let's see if you can handle this."

The sudden increase in speed sends shockwaves through you, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. The friction is intense, your body responding immediately to the delicious pressure building within you. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, eyes squeezed shut as you try to focus on anything but the pleasure threatening to consume you.

"Look at me," Aemond commands, his voice a low growl. You open your eyes to meet his, his blue eye burning with a fierce desire that matches your own. "I want to see your face when you come for me."

Your eyes lock onto his, your breath coming in ragged pants as his fingers continue their merciless dance. The room spins around you, the only anchor Aemond's gaze, holding you in place as you spiral closer to the edge. The tension coils tighter, your muscles tensing as you fight the overwhelming need to let go.

And then it happens, the dam breaks, and you're lost in a flood of sensation. You scream his name, your body arching as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and exposed in his arms. His fingers don't stop moving, riding the waves of your pleasure until the last quiver subsides. Only then does he pull his hand away, leaving you gasping for air, your skin damp with sweat.

He smirks, watching you as you struggle to regain your composure. "Very good, Y/N," he says, his voice still that deadly calm. "Now, let's get back to work." The command is clear, but the way he says your name sends a shiver down your spine. 

You know that this isn't over, that he's only just begun to claim you in every way he can. And as you slide off his lap, legs wobbly, you can't help but wonder what other games he has in store for you today. 

Aemond watches you slide off his lap, his eye following your every move. He can see the way your legs tremble, the way you struggle to keep your composure. He can feel the power he has over you, the way you respond to his touch, his commands.

"Remember, Y/N," he says, his voice low and silky, "Your pleasure will only come when I permit it."

“Yes Sir, of course.” you grip the side of his desk, steadying yourself. “Then shall I return to my desk?” Aemond smiles, his gaze never leaving your face. "Yes, you may return to your desk. But remember, you belong to me, Y/N. Every part of you."

He watches as you grasp the side of his desk, struggling to gain your balance. The sight of you, so disheveled and vulnerable, arouses him even more. You nod as you silently leave the room, pulling yourself together as you settle in your chair, mind spinning. 

Aemond watches you go, his eye never leaving you until you're seated at your desk, trying your best to compose yourself. He knows the effect he had on you, how he's put you completely under his control.

He watches you for a moment, taking in your flushed face and the way you're squirming in your seat. A smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he turns his attention back to his own work, knowing that he will have you again soon, when it suits him.

One of your male coworkers comes to the edge of your desk, leaning over to gaze at your flushed cheeks. “Rough morning?” he hums, expression suggestive. 

“What do you need?” you murmur, eyes not even raising to meet him. 

“Well, I couldn’t help but *overhear* you and the boss earlier..” he brushes your hair behind your ear, earning a darker flush of your cheeks as you pull back from his touch. 

“So what?” you smooth your hair down, leaning back in your seat. Aemond, sitting at his desk, overhears the conversation. He can see the way the coworker leans over your desk, his touch on your hair sending a wave of possessiveness through Aemond. 

He doesn't like the way the man is touching you, speaking to you so intimately. He watches as you pull away from the man, noticing the way your cheeks flush even darker. His hands clench into fists as he restrains himself from marching over and claiming you right then and there.

“I was just wondering if it’s only the boss you’ll get intimate with, or if you’re any man's game?” His implication causes you to shoot out of your seat, glaring at him coolly. He doesn't like the way the man is speaking to you, the way he's suggesting that you're some sort of toy to be played with.

His jaw clenches, his hand gripping the edge of his desk tighter as he watches the scene unfold. He can see the man's smirk, the way he clearly gets a rise out of you.

“I believe you should watch your tongue.” you bite out, walking into Aemonds office and slamming the door behind you.  Aemond watches you storm into his office, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the room. He can see the fire in your eyes, the obvious anger you're feeling.

He rises from his chair, his movements smooth and measured as he crosses the room to where you stand. His eyes rake over your form, taking in the flush of your cheeks, the way your chest is heaving.

“I’m sorry for my outburst, Sir.” you sigh, running a hand through your hair as you set the file on his desk. Aemond's gaze never leaves your face as you place the file on his desk. He can see the way your hand shakes slightly as you run it through your hair, the way your anger has clearly not subsided.

"You have no need to apologize," he says, his voice calm and steady. "That man was out of line, speaking to you in such a manner. He will be reprimanded for his behavior."

“Sir, I don’t think that is such a great idea. It might make things worse.” Your voice is a gentle challenge, yet your expression is soft. Aemond raises an eyebrow at your words, his expression becoming a little more commanding. 

"Are you questioning my judgment, Y/N?" he asks, his tone stern but not unkind. He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, his eye boring into yours. "That man disrespected you, spoke to you as if you were a toy to be used. He must be taught that such actions are not tolerated."

You press a soft palm to his chest, “If you do, he might try to file a complaint with HR. He could claim that you're favoring me and it would get me in trouble..” 

Aemond's expression softens slightly as you press your palm against his chest, his eye fixated on yours. He can sense the logic behind your words, the way you're trying to protect yourself from any potential harm.

He considers your point for a moment, his gaze hardening as he thinks it through. "You're right," he finally concedes, his voice softer than before. "We can't risk him making a scene and causing trouble for you."

“I’m right?” you tease, eyes lighting up with his words. Aemond's lip quirks up at your tease, a small hint of a smile touching his lips. 

"Yes," he says, amused by your response. "You're right, as I said. Your reasoning is sound." He presses a little closer, his hand coming up to rest on the curve of your hip. "But don't let it go to your head," he warns, his tone playful yet commanding.

“I like this softer side of you, Mr. Targaryen.” your hand slides down his chest, fingers digging into his waist gently. 

Aemond's eyes darken at your words, his body reacting involuntarily to your touch. He can feel the press of your fingers on his waist, sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

"Don't get used to it," he growls, his voice a little huskier than before. But there is no malice in his tone, only a hint of amusement at your playful teasing. You stand on your tippy toes, pressing a sweet kiss to his surprisingly soft lips. 

Aemond is taken slightly off guard by the sweet gesture, the tender press of your lips against his own. But he quickly regains his composure, his hand tightening on your hip.

He returns the kiss, his lips molding against yours in a gentle yet dominant way. He can feel the heat building between you, the electric connection that always seems to be there when you're together.

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