#rodeo drawls

[ann1-wr1tes]

Save a Horse, ride a Cowboy

Synopsis: You make the mistake of placing Leon's cowboy hat on your head and you have no idea what the "Cowboy rule" is...

Warnings: Smut, Adult themes, filth

Word Count: 2,692

A/N: Cowboy. Leon. Two of my most favorite things.

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Your eyes dart around the entire space around you as your ears are drowned out by cheers and screams for the person who was currently riding a bull. Your friends thought it would be fun to go see a rodeo and so far it had been fun.

You got to see tons of people getting hurled off bulls which was entertaining in itself but you also couldn't help but agree with your friends when they all started to gush over how "hot" some of the cowboys were. Everywhere you looked you saw bandannas, flannels, cowboy hats, and flared jeans. You felt a little bit underdressed wearing your usual jeans and t-shirt but it was still fun getting to see all the hot cowboys and Southern charm.

As your friends ranted about this one man they saw who was about to ride a bull, you found your eyes stuck on someone else. Your eyes were glued to this one cowboy who was busy trying to calm the bull down enough to get the rider on top.

You couldn't see fully from where you were sitting but you could see the man's pretty blonde locks sticking out from underneath his cowboy hot and his crystal blue eyes that narrowed in concentration as he coaxed the bull into temporary peace. You didn't want to admit that you were drooling over him but you knew your friends would tease you if they saw how much you were staring at this guy.

Soon the rider is situated on the bull and a gunshot rings through the air. The gate that leads to the field is kicked open and within a second the bull is running out and thrashing wildly with the rider on top. You can audibly hear all the "ooohs" and "ahhs" as the rider holds on. Your friends are all squealing and cheering themselves as the man almost gets thrown off.

Then with another flail, the rider is thrown off the bull and ends up painfully tumbling onto the ground. As soon as that happens there are people going onto the field to scrape up the rider from the floor as others go to subdue the bull.

You can't help but cheer and holler as well as a smile comes to your face. What a show.

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After the rodeo was over you wanted to conclude the evening by venturing to a nearby bar. It seemed like a lot of the people from the rodeo came as well as you noticed that once again you were surrounded by Southern accents and cowboy hats.

Your little group made their way to the bar and started to hover around it as the bartender asked everyone what they were getting. As soon as the orders are taken you are about to pay but as soon as you are about to give some cash to the bartender you are interrupted by a thick southern drawl.

"Drinks are on me, darlin'."

Your head turns and you are met with the same face you were admiring earlier. The fluffy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and oh…you could see him much better now and god did the man look heavenly in the candlelight that emitted from the bar.

You could now make out the stunning facial features of the man and you could feel your heart speed up tenfold when your eyes grazed over his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. The way the cowboy hat sat on his head made something buzz inside you.

You are broken out of your thoughts when you hear your friends snicker from behind you. The man even seems to notice your sudden shock as a subtle smirk comes to his face.

"You don't need to do that." you smile nervously as the man's eyes rake over you. You think you might have gotten lost in those eyes. "But thank you anyway."

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. Something as pretty as you should have all the men 'round here buyin' your drinks." He winked at you making your cheeks heat up. Your friends snickered again but you ignore them with a small roll of your eyes.

"The name is Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy." he introduces while holding out his hand. You take it and introduce yourself in return and you're immediately caught off guard when Leon goes to press a kiss against your knuckle.

You were so relieved when you finally got your drinks. You thought you were about to combust just by being around Leon. Leon on the other hand was relishing in your flustered looks and shy behavior, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

Though soon your shy, flustered behavior was pushed back by liquid courage. It was sped up by how quickly you were drinking your beers but soon you didn't even notice how you were practically leaning into Leon, muttering things about the rodeo and how hard it seems to ride bulls.

"I mean…I thought the guy was gonna be dead…how he got flung off that thing.." you murmured to yourself with a silly grin as you looked up at Leon.

"Well ridin' is all in the hips sugar~" Leon hummed while leaning back on his elbows. Your stomach fluttered at the suggestive tone and you took another sip of your beer to try and quell your nerves. In an attempt to change the subject, your eyes dart to his hat and a smirk starts to pull at your lips.

"Y'know you look great in that hat…" you compliment as you eye it. Leon chuckles and gives you a smile that has you wondering why it makes your heartbeat pick up.

"Is that so?" he asks. You nod but there's a glint of playfulness in your eyes as you look at the cowboy hat.

"I think it'd look better on me though~" your hands reach out and pluck the hat right off of Leon's head and you place it on yours. You adjust it and tilt it just right on your head like it was on Leon's and then you look at him with a wide grin.

"Well, how does it look?" You ask. Leon seems frozen for a moment as his mind starts to comprehend what you just did. You notice the sudden hesitance for a moment and you almost think that you did something wrong but a smirk soon returns to Leon's face and there's an amused look as he flicks the brim of the hat up.

"It suits you well sugar, but do you know what happens when you put on another cowboy hat?" he asks.

Suddenly you're hit with confusion and it reads all over your face as Leon chuckles. Even the bartender seems to laugh a little and he quickly turns around and starts to clean out glasses when you look at him.

"No…?"

"Well, we have a rule called the Cowboy Rule. If you wear the cowboys hat, then you have to ride the cowboy." Leon explains calmly before taking a swig of his drink. You blink in surprise and you can feel the blush start to creep onto your face. You look down at your drink to hide it.

"Oh," is all you manage to croak out. Your throat suddenly feels incredibly dry. You feel a hand hook under your chin you meet Leon's piercing gaze. His eyes are filled with amusement and it sends shivers down your spine.

"If I do then can I keep the hat?" you cheekily ask. The corners of Leon's mouth tug up and it causes your insides to flip. Your heart begins to beat quicker.

"Wanna find out?" Leon says as he leans forward until his lips are barely inches away from yours. It takes everything in you to not close the space between you two. Instead, you nod your head frantically hoping that he understands your silent request for more.

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Hungry hands rake across your body as your own hands run down Leons. The feeling of his skin against yours makes every single nerve in your body burn as you slowly unbutton his shirt and he reaches for yours as well. Your bodies collide together like magnets practically, there's such a strange pull that seems to be between you two as your mouths clash together.

Leon's teeth nip at your lower lip and you moan softly as he slides his tongue past your lips and deepens the kiss. In return you rake your hands through his blonde strands, tugging lightly when Leon's hand trails along your sides, going down to rest on your hips.

The cowboy hat still sits on your head as you lean back, breaking the kiss to sit back on your haunches. The sight in front of you was heavenly. Leon was laid back, his legs slightly parted, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and exposing his chest, then of course there was the glassy, lustful look in his blue eyes as his swollen lips were slightly parted.

The entire image made your cunt flutter with need.

You take off the hat for a moment and place it back on Leon's as you yank your shirt up and off your body and then your hands work to unbutton the rest of his buttons on his shirt. As soon you are done, Leon slips his shirt off and yanks you back on top of him by your hips.

In that action, your hips accidentally roll against his causing you both to have a moment of pleasure from the friction.

"Fuck darlin'…need to feel more of you.." Leon huskily utters as his hands tighten around your hips a little more.

With a hum of agreement your rest your hands on his chest and go to straddle his lap a bit better so that your heated core is pressed right up against his erection that is straining through his jeans. Teasingly, you roll your hips again and you both let out a long moan.

"Shit…stop teasin' me," Leon mumbles, his voice rasping and rough as it sends shivers down your spine. You giggle breathlessly, pressing your hips harder against the bulge in his jeans, grinding a little more.

"Why would I stop? I wanna see how many pretty noises I can get out of you cowboy." you coo.

Leon growls in response as he roughly pulls you back towards him, slamming a searing kiss to your mouth. This time he moves his free hand down and it slips down your jeans, finding your clothed clit and he rubs small circles against it. Your hips buck in response and you let out loud moans against Leon's lips.

"That's it baby…let me hear you." He grunts.

It's practically music to your ears as you rock your hips against his fingers as he continues to rub your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Leon suddenly pulls his fingers away and you whine. You're left with nothing but the ache between your legs.

In desperation, your hands fly down to Leon's belt buckle and you start to undo his belt as quickly as you could.

"Easy there honey, I'm not goin' anywhere." Leon chuckles. He replaces your hands with his and soon he's tugging his pants down along with his black boxers to reveal his hardened cock. Its springs to life and slaps against his stomach.

You groan at the sight of it. It's big and thick and you almost want to take him in your mouth until his hands are already working on your own jeans.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You kick them the rest of the way off and reposition yourself on top of Leon. Right as you are about to sink down onto Leon's length he interrupts you.

"I think you're forgettin' something.." Leon takes his cowboy hat off and puts it back on top of your head, tilting it just right.

"Beautiful." Leon breathes in a low tone.

"I think it looks better on you." You smile as Leon's hand grazes over your cheek and tucks a stray hair away from your face.

"That's nonsense, it looks stunnin' on you." He smirks and his thumb drags up and down your jawline, gently rubbing your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even more as he leans in closer to you, your noses brushing against one another.

You rub your slick folds back and forth on Leon's tip and slowly sink down onto his length, letting out moans at the stretch.

"L-Leon… it..so much" You pant between clenched teeth, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

"It's okay sweetheart, let me help.." he coos. The hands on your hips slowly start to help you roll into his, making sure to go slow and his grasp was decently gentle as he helps you build up a good pace.

"It's all in the hips sugar…." Leon whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine.

Soon on your own accord, you start to ride him faster. It catches Leon off guard as waves of hot, blinding pleasure course through his veins. He throws his head back with an audible moan as you bounce up and down on his cock.

"Good girl, keep rollin' your hips like that.." Leon praises, his voice rumbling low in his chest.

You nod and do as you are told, your body starting to twitch against Leon, your hands clenching onto his forearms tighter as he starts thrusting upwards, trying his best to push himself inside of you and meet your steady rhythm.

A whimper escapes your mouth as Leon sits up, connecting his lips to your neck. One of his hands trails up your back and plants itself on the nape of your neck as his lips suck and kiss your sensitive skin.

Your mind is spinning, your heart beats furiously. There are no words that can describe how amazing it all feels. Especially as the euphoria grows and the knot in your belly tightens. Leon, in his own desperation to chase his oncoming high, continues to buck his hips up into yours wildly from below.

His head has fallen back against the pillow as he feels your cunt tighten around him.

"Jesus…you feel so good darlin'." Leon groans in appreciation. You don't say anything, only moaning loudly and moving your hips with more vigor. The sounds from your mouth cause Leon to shudder as he watches you move against him. The sound of his name falling out of your mouth is driving him crazy and you look so damn pretty in his cowboy hat.

After a few more moments of bliss, you finally come undone releasing all of the fluids onto Leon's cock as your eyes roll back into your head and you slump down on top of Leon. Leon helps you along by moving his hand down to toy with your clit as you shudder from the waves of your orgasm.

"Look at you, you pretty little thing. So beautiful.." he grunts.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck as he holds you to his chest while burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Your breathing is heavy and you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, feeling warm all over your body after your climax. Leon sighs as he starts to rub small circles into your back.

"Damn sweetheart, you may just be the death of me." he coos. A soft smile forms on your lips. Your head rests firmly on his chest, and you peer up at him.

"Does that mean I can keep the hat?" You ask with a sheepish smile.

Leon chuckles and rests a hand on your hat-covered head.

"Yeah, I 'spose so. It suits you."

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon x reader #leon smut #resident evil x you

[fettuccin-e]

Patience Long Gone

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding obviously, praise, dry humping (yeah that's right nobody gets naked), Jackson!era, Joel talks dirty yeah I said it (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: Ayo first Joel fic and it's during Kinktober ofc. I have been reading too many Joel fics to not partake in the old man thirst okay. And also have you seen this gif??? I want to ride that man's thigh like its a rodeo okay!! (For the month I have been following this list by flightlessangelwings!)

He can’t fuck you like he wants to, not right now. And God, Joel wants to, so badly. But there’s no time. There’s never any fucking time.

He hadn’t minded the hustle and bustle of Jackson when he and Ellie first arrived. He’d been grateful for the distraction, for the feeling of being useful again. He’d been grateful for the patrols, the odd repairs around town that didn’t require any socializing, content in his solitude with Ellie safe and sound within the town’s walls.

And then he’d met you. Sweet, soft, you, that doesn’t take any of his bullshit, forces him out of his shell with your sharp wit and endless patience. You, who Tommy introduced to him as the town veterinarian, until you became so much more. You, who asked him to fix your doorframe so, so sweetly, and not five minutes into his work, dragged him into your home and into your bed.

He never truly left.

But there’s no time to treat you like he wants to, fuck you like both of you need. There’s always something else, a threat at the border, an emergency in the stables. He hasn’t seen you cum in weeks, and the thought makes him shudder. He has the most beautiful woman in this entire godforsaken world, and he can’t even find the time to make her feel so fucking good.

It’s one of those few moments where you both are home, exhausted but not nearly tired enough to sleep. You’d crawled into his lap like a damn cat, planting yourself on his thick thigh, all languid grace and allure that has his cock aching in his jeans.

You curl two fists into his shirt, pulling him to your lips, and fuck, this is nothing like the stolen kisses you share in the spare moments you find with each other. This is water in the desert. This is life, not just survival. You’re so fucking soft against him, you scent invading his nose.

“Missed you,” you breathe between kisses, “Missed you so much, Joel.”

He groans, curling his fingers into your hair. He licks softly at your bottom lip, begging wordlessly for you to open for him. You do, without hesitation, and moan in a way that has his head spinning as he licks into your mouth. 

“God, sweetheart,” he grumbles as you break apart for breath. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Missed you too, sweet girl, been missin’ you so fuckin’ bad.”

He lets his hands explore you, roaming down your back, up under your shirt to feel that soft, soft skin. He paws over the curve of your ass, and he can’t help but smirk into your mouth as your hips buck forward.

“Needy,” he drawls, but he pushes on your ass again, making your hips buck forward along his thigh. Fuck, it’s good, the way you moan so pretty for him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he croons. You nod so hard he thinks your head may fly off, but you seem to think better of it far too soon for his liking, shaking your head, as if to dismiss the very thought of chasing your own pleasure.

“I’m supposed to help Maria- fuck,” you curse as he leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. “I’m supposed to help Maria with the horses, Joel.”

“She can wait,” he growls, and he pulls on your hips, dragging you up his thigh. You keen involuntarily, the seam of your jeans pressing so hard, so perfect into your clit. “Just want you to feel good, wanna make you feel good.”

His voice is dark, a rasp that has your pussy soaking through your panties. He’s so big, so broad, and his thigh is providing a kind of pressure against your cunt that you haven’t felt for so long. It’s too much of a temptation for you to ignore. You pull your hips back again in a slow, sure drag, before humping back forward. You tuck your face into the crook of Joel’s neck as you let out a high-pitched whine.

“Good fucking girl, sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs, “Don’t that feel nice?” 

You nod frantically into his skin, hands fisting into his shirt so tight your knuckles go pale. You hump your hips forward, again and again and again, moaning as your clit throbs in your panties. Joel’s grip remains tight on your hips, helping you along, pressing you down harder. Your head swims, tears springing to your eyes.

“Need to cum,” you gasp, wriggling your hips in desperate little grinds. “Need to cum so fucking bad, Joel, fuck- I’m, I need it, ah-” You feel desperate, needy, unable to string together a sentence is you hump Joel’s thigh like an animal.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, grumbling and wonderful. “I’m gonna make you cum right now, okay sweetheart? And when you get home tonight, I’ll be here to do it again and again, right baby?” The thought has you aching, desperately humping into his jeans. You’re so close, you’re so fucking close.

“I’ll lay you down in our bed, sweet girl, and I’ll eat that pretty cunt out like you deserve, fuck, haven’t tasted you in so fucking long.” Joel pulls you along his thigh as he speaks, flexing the muscle underneath that makes the pressure so much more devastating. “And then I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, fuck you full of me, baby. I’ll keep stuffin’ you full, make you cum so much you soak the sheets through, and I’ll just keep goin’, right baby? God, I’ll make sure you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow,” he snarls his words, a violent, primal promise that has your body quaking in his hold as you cum against his thigh.

You sob with the force of your orgasm, curling into Joel’s solid body as he holds you through it, cooing into your ear how good you are, how gorgeous you look. It’s like you can’t suck enough air into your lungs, trying to get ahold of yourself again. Joel never lets you go, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally regain control of your breath, your body, you can only tilt your head to his lips to kiss him softly, gently. 

“You didn’t get to cum,” you whine, and Joel chuckles at how forlorn you sound. His beautiful, perfect girl, so caring, so doting.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “When you get home tonight, I have plans for both of us that’ll have us wrung fuckin’ dry by mornin’.”

#you know what they say #save a horse etc etc #love you joel love you love you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #tlou smut

[theharddeck]

do you wanna make somethin' of it (Robert "Bob" Floyd x fem!reader)

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader (no y/n)

synopsis: turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.

word count: 10.4k

warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI: audio porn, a truly unhinged amount of dirty talk, overuse of pet names, bob's raging size kink, overstimulation via vibrators (and otherwise), unprotected PiV sex, an unrealistic number of orgasms, some dumbification, as can be expected.

A/N: this is way late bc i had to make sure the people who reblogged the moodboard were legal, thanks everyone for the patience and support! esp thank you @hangmanssunnies for being so encouraging, @sometimesanalice for being a gem and betaing thank you @laracrofted for coming up with bob's (ahem) inspirational reveal, and thank you everyone else for letting me be feral. there were a couple people who reblogged the moodboard but I couldn't tag them, so for the record, if you ask to be tagged, pls do make sure you're taggable AND ALSO THAT YOU HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO I AM NOT KIDDING. the title is from Jo Dee Messina's 90s country bop, "Do You Wanna Make Something Of It" -- okay enjoy!

You paused, halfway into your flight suit, looking down at your phone. 

It was probably a bad idea to open an audio erotica app forty minutes before you had to be in the debriefing room with the rest of the aviators in your unit. 

But. 

You were ovulating, your vibrator was charged, and you’d just gotten a notification that BullRiderRhett had posted a new audio.

Before you knew it, you were grabbing your headphones and folding your flight suit by the door, leaving your tank top and sports bra on, but shimmying out of your panties. You set an alarm on your phone, connected your headphones and opened the app. 

Quickie During the Rodeo

After my ride, I don’t have much time before they call up the winners…but you look so damn good in that sundress. We have to be quick, though. [M4F] [Short Audio] [Established Relationship] [In Public] [Strong Language] [Moaning] [SFX]

Yeah, you thought to yourself, that’d do. 

You slid into bed, pulling a muting blanket over the lower half of your body as you settled into your bed and clicked play. 

Immediately, the sounds of a rodeo pushed through your headphones. 

You heard the shuffle of hundreds of feet, a rowdy crowd cheering, and distant country music over a speaker. You could almost imagine the dusty air, the smell of fresh hay and sweat, and the clamor of barrel racing in another arena. 

There was a steady clanking of spurs as a pair of boots walked towards you. 

“There y’are,” a low voice said, the perfect combination of fond and gravelly. You heard a shuffle of fabric, and a soft inhale, like the cowboy was wrapping you in his arms. Your eyes fell closed so you could immerse yourself in the fantasy. 

“How’s my girl doin’?” he asked, his voice muffled like he had buried his head in your shoulder.

You never responded verbally to these things; it broke the illusion to speak to an empty room, but you liked that Rhett paused, as if waiting for your answer. 

“Ah, well, I always ride better when I know you’re in the stands, cheerin’ for me,” he said. He had such a fantastic voice, low and soft, with this drawl that was so unpretentious and alluring. His canvas jacket rustled like he was hugging you tighter. 

“Just let me hold you for a sec, yeah?” he asked, as the ambient sounds of the rodeo seeped back in. You found yourself just listening for the sound of Rhett’s breathing over it, a slow and steady rhythm that was deeply centering. 

You heard when his breath caught, followed by a shuffling sound and a choked gasp from the cowboy.  

“Whoa, whoa,” Rhett’s voice was warm with surprise and delight. “Cut that out, darlin’, we can’t, they’re gonna call me back–”

His voice broke off on a low moan that had you biting your lip. 

Why did guys in real life never moan? 

It was such a pretty sound, deep and masculine, and full of desire. It was one of your favorite things about Rhett. Your hand slipped under the blanket, rubbing over your pussy gently, getting yourself used to the pressure. 

“Darlin’,” Rhett’s voice had gotten deeper, like a warning. “Ya can’t tease me like that, ‘s not kind.”

Your hips shifted at that voice, and Rhett laughed, low. 

“Y’just can’t help yourself, can you, sweet girl?”

It was your favorite pet name he used, just the way he said it. You were obsessed with the gravel in his voice, the melodic twang coupled with a gentleness that belied all his ruggedness. It was like he was being quiet to make sure no one overheard him, like his words were for your ears only. 

His spurs clinked as the noise of the rodeo faded, as though he was leading you somewhere away from prying eyes. A second later, there was a gentle, wet sound, like he was kissing you. 

How would he taste, you wondered. Would his lips be soft? Or would they be chapped? Would he be ravenous, turned on from the adrenaline of the ride, or would he be slow, savoring your taste? 

You turned on your vibrator, on a low and warming setting. You traced it lightly over your pussy,  acclimatizing, as Rhett’s voice and the soft vibrations sent a heat under your skin. 

Rhett’s breathing was heavy, like being near you made him breathless.

“Shameless,” Rhett chided, amused and fond. “I know I can’t stop you, but I’m not about to let anyone see ya like this. You’re mine.” 

Your hips canted up into the vibrator, spurred on by the idea of being his. 

“Oh, you like that, huh, sweet girl?” Rhett practically purred, his voice like a caress, “You like being mine?”

Rhett’s words washing over you, and vibrator’s motions met less resistance as you felt yourself growing wet.

“What if I…” he asked, and you heard fabric shuffling, like he was reaching down and under your dress. “Fuck, darlin’, are you wet for me already?” 

You pressed your lips together to trap in a whimper. 

You knew it was formulaic, but that didn’t make you less turned on. In this fantasy, you were Rhett’s girlfriend, you were already wet for him, you were needy enough to risk being caught to have his dick inside of you. 

“Ya sure about this?” Rhett asked, and you could hear the intensity in his voice. Like he needed you too, just as desperately. “Yeah? Yeah, me too…fuck—yeah, feel me through my jeans. Feel how hard I am for you.”

You turned the vibrator up, imagining the rough texture of denim against your pussy. How hard Rhett would be, how good it would feel to rock up against the dirty fabric. Probably not the most hygienic, but he’d be so hot, even through his jeans, impossibly tempting.

“Go on, take me out,” Rhett directed, his voice a low whisper. 

He moaned in your ear as a belt buckle came undone, and your head fell back as you circled the vibrator over your clit. God, he sounded so good, he sounded unraveled. You imagined the weight of him in your hand, and you shifted your hips, wishing you could feel the heat of him. 

“Shit, okay. We hafta be quick,” Rhett panted. “I know, I know, turn around for me, darlin’. Brace yourself against the wall here…Christ, you look so good like this…ya ready for me?” 

You couldn’t help yourself; you slid a hand down your body, changing the angle of the vibrator so you could run a finger through your folds. 

Rhett held his breath, like it was too good, too much, and you waited.

Then came his strangled, relieved exhale, and you pushed a finger into yourself as you imagined him sliding into you. 

“That’s right, sweet girl,” Rhett praised, his voice breathless, awed. “Let me into that tight pussy, nice and easy...”

Your mouth fell open as you imagined him filling you. 

Would he be thick? Long? Maybe a slight curve to his cock? Cut or uncut? You licked your lips, your mind spinning with possibilities, your fingers a paltry imitation of the thing you wanted so badly. 

“Ah, that’s it, that’s it,” Rhett murmured, and you couldn’t help but add another finger. “Such a good girl, for me, aren’t ya?”

You wanted to be his good girl. 

Rhett was breathing hard, and the rhythm of it was perfect. You circled around your clit with the vibrator, and you were panting now too, your hips canting up as you fucked yourself on your fingers. You could imagine him driving into you, his hips thrusting his cock into you. It would be thick, you decided, broad and heavy. 

“Ah, you’re taking me so well,” Rhett grunted. “You were made to take this fat cock, weren’t you?” 

His breaths were coming faster, and you could hear him slamming his hips into yours. You could imagine his balls swinging, could imagine him driving into you to reach that spot your fingers just couldn’t brush against. 

“This pussy feels so good, darlin’,” Rhett whispered, “the way you’re clenchin’ around me…”

Your thighs fell farther apart as you tried to time your fingers’ thrusts to his cadence. He was grunting after each thrust, this beautiful soft sound of exertion and pleasure.

A faint cheer rose above the sounds of your panting; another event had concluded. 

“Shit, we hafta hurry, they’re gonna–” Rhett broke off, his hips snapping faster. “C’mere, let me play with that clit, let me feel you–fuck yeah, clench around me, just like that.” 

You turned the vibrator up, your fingers faltering inside of you at the increased vibration and his words. Rhett’s grunts were getting higher pitched, a delicate thread of need seeping into them and you were going to lose your mind; it was perfect. 

“Ah, such a good girl,” Rhett groaned. “God, I don’t deserve you, ya feel so good…are you close, darlin? Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you cumming on my cock, will ya do that for me?”

You were bucking into your hand, chasing a release that had come on so fast, so strong and you were so damn close, you just needed–

“There ya go,” Rhett breathed, his voice tight. “You feel–oh, sweet girl, don’t stop clenching me like that. Oh, you’re gonna make me cum with that tight pussy, fuck, are you gonna come with me, darlin’? Please come with me, please…”

You pumped your fingers in time with his pleas, Rhett’s voice growing hoarse as his hips sped up. You were so close, he sounded so good, you were almost there. 

“Feels so good…Ah, I’m coming, I’m there– ah, shit,” Rhett moaned, his voice choking, and you orgasmed along with him, collapsing back into the pillow. 

Your legs shook and you jerked the vibrator away from your sensitive clit, stroking gently over your pussy with your other hand and easing yourself down.Your body felt like it was humming and you turned the vibrator off, sated and pleasure drunk.  

Something about Rhett always had you timing it perfectly, feeling so in sync and so primed, and when he came, it was like your permission to. 

Rhett was groaning softly in your ear. 

“So beautiful, darlin’,” he whispered. “God, I’m so lucky, look at you…so damn beautiful…”

The audio would fade out in another few minutes and you fumbled for your phone to turn it off, and turn off the just-in-case alarm that you’d set. 

There was a bittersweet moment with audio erotica that didn’t exist in traditional porn– aftercare. Instead of just ending a scene, most creators seemed to enjoy winding down with their listeners, saying soft things, silly things, fond things. It straddled the line between soothing and demoralizing, and you couldn’t say you loved the contrast between the care in Rhett’s voice and the emptiness around you. 

An emptiness that was interrupted by a loud pounding on your door. 

“Hey, I can see your light under the door,” Bradley called from the hallway, “you better not still be asleep! If we’re late to Mav’s briefing you know he’s gonna have us doing laps around the tarmac.”

You stuck your tongue out at the ceiling on principle, grateful for the quiet of your vibrator and the distance between the door and your bed.

“Calm your tits, Rooster,” you yelled back, “I’m practically ready.”

“Damn better be,” you heard Bradley say, loud enough to be heard, soft enough to know he wasn’t actually pressed.

You gave yourself another ten seconds to revel in that perfect orgasm, and then swung your legs over the side of the bed. You cleaned yourself off quickly, dressed even quicker, and were out the door in no time. 

Some might even say, with a pep in your step. 

“Told you,” you muttered as you walked by Bradley’s row in the debriefing room, on time, and he huffed. 

You settled into your normal seat, waving good morning to Callie and lifting your chin at Mickey, who grinned back at you. Bob was in the seat next to yours, as you’d all agreed early on that WSOs had to stick together, and you bumped his shoulder with yours as you sat. 

The sweet man smiled, a hidden thing, and looked away quickly. 

Sometimes, you felt like you knew there was more to him than he let on. 

You’d seen him in action, seen him make split-second decisions that kept him and Phoenix in the air. You’d seen him crank out 200 pushups with Jake and Javy like it was nothing. But at the same time, he never seemed to hold your eye for longer than strictly necessary, seeming more comfortable to address the floor (unless someone pushed too hard, and he’d snap something so sassy it’d make you bite the inside of your mouth to keep from laughing). 

When you’d first met him, you’d thought he was cute, in an Old Hollywood leading man kind of way, soft muscles and deep eyes.

You’d wondered if maybe you made him nervous. You’d thought maybe there was interest in those ocean blue eyes, but time went on, and he remained sweet and polite and kind. He was the same to you as he was with everyone else, and you were led to the reality that he was just an incredibly decent person. 

Crushes came and went like water, especially in a group as gorgeous as the one you flew with, so you let him have his secrets. 

The lights clicked off as Maverick strode to the front of the room, already talking and clicking his way through some kind of demonstration. 

The hours in the room flew by.

By the time he finished, your head was spinning with a blur of parameters and calculations and mission expectations. You knew pilots felt the same way about your job as you did about theirs, but you were always grateful that at the end of briefings you only had to worry about systems and odds, not about flying a plane. As you were dismissed, everyone crowded to the center aisle, trying to get out and to the hangar as quickly as possible. Someone sneezed, or someone pushed someone; Harvard dropped his coffee.

It wasn’t full, and you were all in flight suits anyways, but you still startled when it fell, splashing over the row you were sitting in. Black coffee flew over seats and notebooks (thankfully no phones), and someone laughed as Harvard’s attempts to catch it just served to further empty the cup. Bob took the worst of it, on the end of your row.

"Ah, shit," Bob muttered, and you froze. 

It wasn't that Harvard's spilled coffee had ruined Bob's notes, and yours too. 

It wasn't that everyone in the briefing room was looking back at your row in surprise. 

It wasn't even that Bob had sworn, even though you'd never heard anything harsher than "gosh" from the WSO's lips. 

It was that that cuss, in that voice, in that same mumbled tone, had pushed you to orgasm four hours ago. 

“Alright, it’s just coffee,” Maverick called over the clamor. “We’re burning daylight, people, come on.” 

Harvard was apologizing profusely, someone was passing paper towels out, but you felt completely out of your body, in shock. 

Bob was BullRiderRhett.

The WSO who asked for ginger ale when everyone else did shots at the Hard Deck, who cleaned his glasses when he got nervous, who stayed up all night to help Payback’s kid put together a Lego Statue of Liberty last time he was in town …was the guy who had talked you through the last few months of orgasms. 

(Yes, you had an annual subscription).

(Yes, you deserved it). 

When you let yourself back into your room at the end of the night, it still felt surreal. 

In retrospect, you should’ve been a million times more dialed in– you’d had a $73 million machine under your hands, and the only thing on your mind all day had been this revelation.

How had you never noticed before?? 

Now that you were thinking of it, Bob did have that slight accent when he was tired, or when he was mad enough at something stupid Jake said…but what were you even supposed to do with this knowledge?

You moved through your skincare much the same way you’d moved through most of the day – on autopilot. 

A knock on your door startled you. 

“Now’s not the time, Bradshaw,” you called, automatically. 

“Uh,” called a too-familiar voice, “not Bradshaw.”

You winced at your reflection in the mirror, trying desperately to decide if you recognized Bob’s voice from countless drills or from your Favorites list. You crossed your arms across your chest, your sweatshirt dragging against the hem of your pajama shorts as you slouched over to the door. 

“Robert,” you announced, as you opened it, mentally smacking your palm against your forehead. You had literally never called him Robert; what was wrong with you??

Could’ve been worse, you mused. 

You could’ve said ‘Rhett’.

“Hey,” he said, and if he was thrown by the use of his full name, he didn’t show it. 

He looked the same. 

The same, but in the way that had made you catch your breath when you first met him, when you were relieved that he was so unassuming and kind, because if he’d been any kind of authoritative, it would’ve debilitated you. 

Tonight, he’d clearly showered after drills. 

His hair was freshly combed and still damp, darker than normal. A tendril fell in front of his glasses, leaving a small line of fog against the outer corner of one of the lenses. He was in a plain white tshirt and light sweatpants, and you made yourself stop from looking further because you were not about to objectify your friend just because you now knew that he could dirty talk with the best of them. 

And now you were thinking about that.

“Are you mad at me?” Bob asked, and it snapped you out of your spiral. 

He was frowning at the sill, his hands shoved in his pockets, and his chest tight. There was a purse in between his eyebrows, and you really could not understand him, because how could a man who was objectively gorgeous, subjectively sweet, be this adorable? He looked up and the moment your eyes met, you looked away. 

“No,” you said quickly, clearing your throat. “Of course not. Obviously.”

“I mean, not obviously,” Bob said, rubbing a sneaker against the carpet in the hallway. “You practically sprinted out of the briefing this morning, refused to speak to me over comms during drills, and you won’t look at me for more than two seconds, and that’s normally someone else’s line to me.”

It was a weak joke, but it was funny, and you could hear in his voice that he was trying to set you at ease, and that really only made you feel worse. 

So you stepped aside and held open the door, not really trusting yourself to say anything else. Bob looked nervous, and you wanted to tell him it was you, not him, but instead you waited in silence as he stepped into the room. 

You only had the light over the sink on, and the room was in soft shadows, but you thought it might be more weird if you turned on a light, like you were calling attention to it. You shut the door and Navy rooms didn’t really come with guest furniture, so you gestured to the foot of your bed, while you paced. 

“This is going to be awkward,” you warned him, glancing in his direction, and wishing you hadn’t. 

He was sitting on the foot of your bed, as directed, legs spread slightly and his elbows resting on his knees. You could see the muscles of his shoulders through the tshirt, and his eyes seemed especially bright, in the dim light from the room. 

“Okay,” Bob said easily, and you appreciated that he wasn’t rushing you. Maybe he was starting to understand that this was something you were working through, rather than something he had done.

You switched directions, walking the length of the room, and then the length again. 

You had to say it.

You’d just have to say it, and that would explain it, and then it would be out, and then you could figure out how to move forward. Bob was a problem solver, like you, and you were both smart enough to figure this out. You were also both adults. You could just say it. 

You stopped in front of him, and Bob sat up a little straighter, like he wanted to be sure he was being respectful to the weight of whatever you were saying. God, he was such a good person, why did you have to be such a creep. 

“Iknowaboutbullriderrhett,” you said in a rush, clasping your hands in front of you. The words seemed to echo around the room and you stared at Bob, waiting for him to react. 

He didn’t, not really.

He nodded, slowly, and you watched him process the day through the lens of your revelation. 

“So, you’re disappointed it’s me,” he said, like he was clarifying, and you shook your head.

“What?” you asked, confused, and Bob shrugged.

“Like if you were expecting a ranch hand from Wyoming, I get it, it’s weird that it’s just me.”

You blinked. “That…that’s beside the point; I feel guilty, like this is a weird invasion of privacy, and isn’t that what you should be asking, anyways, is if I’m going to tell anybody? I won’t, but–”

Bob shook his head, his expression still pretty guarded. “Whose opinion do you think matters to me more than yours?”

And how the hell were you supposed to respond to that?

“What?” you managed again. 

Bob looked at you.

It was maybe the longest uninterrupted eye contact you’d ever had, and you weren’t sure if it was because he initiated it, or if something was different. But it made you curious, it made you stop rambling, it made you be still, and let Bob look, because you liked how he was looking at you. 

He smiled, that familiar, bashful, expression, and it calmed you slightly. 

It wasn’t like there was a demon possessing your friend, it wasn’t a dark secret, it was just a part of him that he didn’t bring out at work. His smile reminded you that you knew him, that you trusted him. 

Then his head fell to the side, his eyebrows lowering behind his glasses, his expression turning inquisitive as he said, “You didn’t answer my question.”

It was still Bob. 

But his voice was lower, his voice was softer and you knew that voice, but seeing it fall from petal pink lips was a revelation and you shivered. You pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt down over your palms, hoping you could disguise it, but Bob saw it anyway. 

Of course he did. 

He could calculate projectile trajectories while at supersonic speed; of course he could see when his voice made you shiver. The expression on his face turned smug, and that was new, that was nothing you’d seen before and you were pretty much infatuated with it immediately. 

Objectively, Bob was the best. 

You knew it, everyone knew it. This was maybe the first time you’d seen him look like he knew it, and something like pride blossomed in your chest at the thought that it was because of you. 

“I’m not disappointed,” you said honestly, and Bob smiled fully.

That was how he should always be, you decided, proud of himself, pleased by you. 

He pushed himself off the bed. 

He walked towards you slowly, slow enough that you could tell he was giving you time to back away, or tell him to stop, but you sure as shit weren’t going to do either. 

Instead, your head tilted back as he came to stop in front of you.

“We have two options,” he said, almost conversationally, like you weren’t this close to melting into a puddle at seeing this side of him. “One: I go back to my room; we’ve learned something new today, but we go on like normal. Or–”

“Or,” you chose, not waiting to hear what the second option was. “Whatever ‘or’ is, that’s the one I want.”

It truly didn’t matter; if the choice was him walking out the door or not, you wanted whatever made him stay. 

He huffed an exhale of a laugh, a soft sound that you’d heard a dozen times but it still made your breath catch. You’d grinned fondly when you heard it over comms, after Callie calmly roasted Jake, you’d shivered when you heard it in your headphones, but now that Bob was physically in front of you, you thought this was the best iteration of it. 

“What do you like?” he asked softly, and it felt like a loaded question. 

Like maybe he was asking which audios, or maybe the themes, or if him, in front of you, was enough. The room felt suspended, like someone had paused the film of your life and you could see everything outside of yourself. The heat in Bob’s eyes, the way his fingers, held loose at his side, twitched slightly, like he wanted to reach for you. The way your own breath caught, like you were careful not to break a spell, like you wanted it to never break. 

You kissed him. 

You probably could’ve been more graceful about it, but he was standing just there, and you needed to know, needed to feel him against you. You reached for his arms, your hands grasping above his elbows to pull him down and press yourself closer. 

He was so soft. 

The moment your lips brushed over him, you felt him bending, moving. His glasses bumped into your nose as he adjusted and then his hands were on your waist, spreading over your back and how had you never noticed how big his hands were? They felt huge, and his chest was strong and warm as he pulled you into him. 

You could smell his shampoo, something earthy and sweet, and it was intoxicating how pure it was. He didn’t feel pure. He felt hot, kissing you back with an urgency that stole your breath away. Bob kissed you with certainty, with earnestness, and you were obsessed.

You pulled back, staying in the cradle of his arms, needing to be this close when you answered the question he’d asked. Long lashes fluttered against the tops of his cheeks as you broke the kiss, and Bob pulled in a long breath through his nose. When he opened his eyes, the blue of them was so bright, cutting. You didn’t know how he held it all, his sharpness and softness, gentleness and intention. 

“Can I show you?” you asked. 

He blinked, the motion slow, as he looked between your eyes, trying to focus with you so close. You saw the corner of his mouth turn up in that bashful smile, and his arms around you tightened slightly.

“Show me,” he said, your question but now a command, and your mouth went dry. 

His voice sent a flush of heat over your skin, and whatever he wanted, you’d say yes, for this man who was your friend and your fantasy, and asking you so nicely. 

It amazed you how you didn’t feel nervous. 

This was arguably the most intimate situation you’d found yourself in in a hot minute, but instead of nerves or anxiety, you could only think of how much you wanted Bob to see how much he affected you. From that first moment you’d met him, to the crush you’d packed away, to the voice that haunted your dreams, you wanted him. And you wanted to see how that would affect him. 

You walked over to the sink, grabbing the vibrator from where you’d left it after you cleaned it this morning. Bob walked back over to the bed, taking up his original post at the foot of it, but his eyes never left you. He toed off his sneakers, and you slipped out of your pajama shorts, leaning over to arranging pillows against the headboard. 

You climbed into the bed and rested your back against the pillows, nudging Bob’s thigh with your toes before you bent your knees. He turned himself to face you, his long legs unfolding outside of yours. It was like he was being careful not to touch you, and you liked that this was how it was going to start– just his voice and your pleasure. You hoped once he saw what a tight string was tied between the two, maybe he’d get a little more involved. A part of you wished that you’d deepened the kiss earlier, but it was just as well to have the anticipation of it.  

It was ridiculous that you were already turned on. 

You’d had eight hours to come to terms with the fact that Bob was Rhett, but as he sat across from you, it was like his gaze was scorching you. His bright eyes ran over you hungrily, and you rolled your neck, enjoying being the object of his gaze. 

You’d been bold when you suggested it, but now the silence of the room seemed to stretch. You wondered if you should ask Bob to talk, or if that would be weird. Bob looked at you, his damp hair falling in front of his glasses again, and he brushed it aside absently. 

“Is this where you lay, when you listen to me?” he asked, his eyes tracing over the simple bed, the regulation bedding, the pillows you’d brought in to spruce it up. His voice was low, curious, and now that you were listening for it, you could hear the traces of a drawl, hanging on the edges of it.

You nodded, unable to look away from him, and his nose flared slightly at the confirmation.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, and it washed over you. It was such a simple compliment, but the truth of how he said it, like every fiber of his being meant it, warmed you. 

“God, thinking about you…” he trailed off, “just lying here, looking like this…getting off to my voice…do you touch yourself first? Pet that pussy before you use your toy?”

Your mouth actually fell open hearing Bob Floyd say ‘pussy’ so casually. 

And he said it sitting in your bed, his eyes on you, his voice dropping into a deep drawl and yeah, you were going to do whatever he asked. 

You shifted slightly, a hand falling between your thighs to press over your clothed cunt. You cupped yourself, loving the way Bob’s eyes followed your hand with rapt attention. The kiss, his words, his eyes…you weren’t wet yet, but you could feel your body warming, turning towards Bob. 

“Love that you take your time with your pussy, warm her up, slow. ‘s not a thing you have to rush, not when the building feels so good. And I bet you feel so good, don’t you, so soft and warm…”

It didn’t feel slow, not with how hot Bob’s voice was. How good it felt to have him in the room with you, not just an empty echoing in your ears but physically here. You continued to tease yourself over your panties and you felt when they grew damp, when your arousal slowed your fingers, made the fabric slick.

“Fuck,” Bob breathed, and you whimpered. 

The sound was involuntary, a reaction to seeing sweet, wholesome, Bob swearing over the sight of you. It made you feel regal, and if you had to guess, pulling sounds out of you made him feel the same. At the sound of your whimper, Bob’s eyes dropped to your mouth, and you watched the tip of his tongue push through his lips, as he wet them. 

“Ah, you sound so good, too, I can’t believe–” he broke off, laughing quietly. “Can’t believe I’m jealous of my own damn self. How many times have I made you cum, and I’ve never gotten to see it?”

It was your turn to laugh, not quite willing to reveal how much you listened to BullRiderRhett. 

“That many, huh?” Bob’s voice was smug, and it was such a good sound on him. You ground your wrist over your clit, pressing into the hard bone, craving the friction.

“Take your panties off,” he said, “touch yourself, not the vibrator yet.”

You followed his instruction, pulling up your legs to peel off your panties and resettling. You extended a leg down the bed, pressing inside of Bob’s long leg, as you trailed your hand between your thighs. At the first brush of skin against your sensitive folds, your head tipped back against the headboard. 

It was just your hand, but with Bob here, it felt like it was almost his. It was his bidding at least, and you explored yourself leisurely, dragging your fingers through your wetness.

“Yeah, that’s right, bet you feel so good,” Bob said, his voice so low. “Feel yourself, sweet girl, tell me how it feels.”

You gasped, your hips rising in a pavlovian response to the endearment. It was somehow even more overwhelming when it was Bob who spoke it over you, here, in the flesh. When he could see that your skin prickled, that your breath caught, in response to him. 

“Say it again,” you whispered, hoping he’d understand, and when you looked back at him, the expression on his face was one of adoration and hunger, awe and need. 

“Sweet girl?” he asked gently, but his eyes were so dark. “You like being that for me, don’t you? My sweet, sweet girl.”

You nodded weakly, your fingers suddenly not enough. You rubbed over your clit, trying to stop the truth from spilling out of you as heat fanned out through your body from your touch. 

“Yours,” you corrected weakly, and you scrambled for the vibrator and switched it on, using the intense humming of the toy as an excuse to hide from Bob’s reaction to your admission. 

You felt one of his hands wrap around your ankle, and his long thumb stroked from your heel up to the joint. It was the perfect touch, and just grounding enough to keep you from being overwhelmed by the vibrations. 

“You sound so pretty,” Bob murmured, “those little whimpers you make, fuck.”

Were you whimpering?

You felt like you noticed everything a bit too late, too loud. You realized you were pulling the vibrator over your cunt in a mimicry of the strumming motion Bob’s thumb was tracing on your ankle, and your hips canted up. Pleasure swirled in you, hot and tingling, but you felt something missing. 

“Bob,” you panted, god, how were you already panting, “I need–”

You turned the toy higher and broke off, writhing. 

“Darlin’, love you saying my name like this,” Bob drawled, and it was a proper drawl now, and how he said darlin’ made you feel like you might combust. “Can’t believe I get to see you like this, you look so good…knowing this isn’t your first time working yourself to my voice, makes me so damn jealous.”

You whined, pressing the vibrator more firmly against your skin, your hips starting to grind into it. 

“Tell me,” you asked, your voice reedy, and Bob huffed a laugh, like you didn’t even have to ask. He ran a hand over his thigh, coming to rest at the seat of his sweatpants and you bit your lip as he adjusted himself through the thin fabric. 

“So damn jealous,” he repeated, “thinking how many orgasms I’ve missed. How many times you came when I asked, how those thighs would tremble as you fucked yourself thinking of taking me…fuck, honey, you’ve heard me cum, and I’ve never–”

A moan pushed its way past your lips, as you realized that the groans and grunts and needy noises that you got off to weren’t incorporeal: they belonged to Bob. 

You looked down at the foot of the bed where Bob was watching you greedily. His eyes roamed over your spread legs, the twitches in your thighs, the slackness in your jaw, and you looked at him too. His pale skin was flushed, color in pink splotches high on his cheeks, and his lips were parted. His chest rose and fell as he drew in deep breaths, and when he shifted slightly, you moaned again. 

“Can you touch yourself?” you asked, almost shy, wanting to see him. You felt good, so insanely good, but the thing you’d always loved about the Rhett audios was how much pleasure it sounded like he was getting too. There was something so hot about knowing you were the root of someone else’s desire and pleasure, and you wanted so badly to be that for Bob. 

“You’re gonna have to wait just a little longer, sweet girl,” Bob said, but he ran a hand over the thigh of his sweatpants, adjusting himself again, and your hips bucked up of their own volition. You guessed he was wearing underwear under his sweatpants because you couldn’t see an outline, but the idea of his dick hanging that far down his thigh had your mouth watering. 

“Wanna see you,” you protested, hearing a sound like a pout in your voice and Bob’s hand on your ankle tightened. He looked at you hard, and you knew he was gambling, trying to decide if he wanted to play a card.

“I know, sweet girl,” he said, licking his lips, “but you have to earn my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back and your core clenched at those words. How many times had you heard Rhett tease you with that? But it was different now, because Bob was here. Because he was real, and his cock was real, and however many times you’d wondered about Rhett, your curiosity could be sated in Bob. 

When you lifted your head to look back at Bob, he was slackjawed, watching you writhe. You were practically humping the toy, chasing an orgasm that suddenly felt so much closer. The vibrator felt stronger than normal, or maybe you were more sensitive, but you felt your climax building, and your thighs started shaking. 

“I wanna see you,” you repeated, and it sounded pathetic, but it was true, you did. In a moment, this had switched from getting off in front of your friend to needing your friend’s dick, and you didn’t know how Bob knew it but he did. 

He readjusted his grip on your ankle and before you could react he pulled. 

You slid down the bed, your thighs parting around where he now kneeled; he braced himself over you, and you whined, needing his touch. He kissed you, his mouth wide and plundering, slanting his lips over yours. You moaned into his kiss, so different from the soft gentleness of your first embrace. This was Bob kissing you, and his tongue delved into your mouth and you opened for him. 

“I’m too greedy for that, sweet girl,” he whispered, his lips against yours. “I know if I get between these thighs I’m going to lose myself, and I want to see how much you want it. I wanna be here, fully here, the first time I get to see you cum.” 

He reached down, and you felt his hand trace over yours. You’d nearly dropped the vibrator when he pulled you down the bed, but now Bob tightened your grip, and guided it back to your cunt. You keened as the vibrator pushed between your folds, and Bob followed your lead, wanting to see how you fucked yourself for him. 

It was better with him. 

His strong hand bracketing yours, his other at the back of your neck, holding you steady. His hand was on yours but he brought his face close to yours again, and you drank in the reality that he was here, this close, holding you. His breath was hot against your skin, and his glasses were fogging up from how hard you were breathing. 

“So are you gonna let me see it, darlin’?” he asked against your skin, and that voice, coupled with his touch, nearly had you there. “You gonna come for me, let me see what it looks like when my sweet girl gets off with just my voice and the toy we’re using on her? You’re almost there, honey, I can see it, come for me come on now–”

He sounded so good. 

His voice was perfect and soothing and it felt like a dream but it wasn’t, it was real. He was holding you, feeling you, breathing the same air and working you. You’d never been so aware of your body and how it was tuned towards someone else. You cried out his name as you came, your back arching and your free hand fisting in Bob’s tshirt, reminding yourself he was there, he was there, he was there. 

You felt like you were floating. 

Pleasure coursed through your body and you could feel it pulsing in your fingertips, beating in your heart. You became slowly aware of the room around you. The air felt cold against your sweat-dampened skin, the hum of the refrigerator was the only noise other than your hard breathing. Bob was still over you, and he’d pulled the vibrator away from you, switching it off without really looking, running a soothing hand over your hip. The hand at the back of your neck was firm, holding you tightly so you could feel him. 

“How’re ya doing, sweet girl?” he asked softly, and you felt him press a kiss to your cheek. “Did that feel good?“

You hummed in agreement, words still beyond you. His voice was so gentle, but had a raspy edge, like he was thinking over the last several minutes, holding them in his mind.

“You did such a good job for me,” he murmured, and you turned into his touch.

He was like sunshine, wasn’t he? 

Just warm, and good, and you wanted to bask in him and his light like a dryad. His eyes darted away once he realized you were looking at him, and it made your heart skip a beat, that he could somehow be shy after coaxing you through one of the hottest orgasms of your life. 

You were trying to think of how to say “your turn” in a way that wasn’t corny or cringey, but what you came up with was, “Can we keep going?”

Bob’s eyes snapped back to yours, and the world seemed to pause for a moment, hovering. Waiting, hoping, and Bob’s chin dipped, just slightly, and all was right. 

“Baby,” he said, in the low, perfect, voice, “I’d like nothing more.”

When he kissed you, you were both smiling, somewhat giddy, and any nerves that had gathered during that pause dissipated, as you kissed his smile-thinned lips. 

You shifted slightly, pushing yourself back up the bed and pulling Bob with you. 

He moved easily, his long body spanning over yours, pressing you back into the mattress with the most delicious pressure. His hands were wandering, then, delicate fingers tracing over your sweatshirt, and when he lingered at the hem of it, you pushed him off. You didn’t want to be patient, didn’t want his chivalry, and so you pulled your sweatshirt over your head before you had time to second guess yourself. 

The way Bob looked at you, you wished you’d done it sooner. 

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he stared at your chest and you pushed yourself off the bed by your shoulders, so you could reach behind you and undo your bra. The moment the garment fell off, Bob’s hands were on you, his wide palms cupping your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut at his touch, humming in the back of your throat as his fingers explored you. You felt the bed shift as he moved, and you gasped when a warm breath ghosted over your bared skin. 

Bob kissed down from your sternum, wet kisses over you, and by the time he reached your nipples, he was practically lapping at your skin. You whimpered as his mouth closed over your nipples, his tongue swirling over you as his hand teased your other breast. When he hummed, you felt it all over, the soft vibration over your skin. 

“Bob,” you gasped, and he moaned. 

“Ya sound so pretty,” he whispered into your skin, “somehow better than I imagined.” 

Your breath caught as his mouth moved to the valley between your breasts, and he laved the same attention to the other. He couldn’t have meant that how it sounded. As incomprehensible that this was happening, it was wilder still to think that he had imagined this, as you had. 

“You thought of me?” you asked, your own voice sounding nearly breathless. 

“Honey,” teeth grazed over your nipple, and Bob chuckled, that beautiful low laugh. “Who do you think I’m talkin’ to when I make those audios?”

His lips closed over you again, but the swirling of his tongue wasn’t enough to distract from the words he’d just uttered. 

He wasn’t done, either. 

“Y’know how many nights I’d wondered about the taste of your skin,” he murmured into it, “or what your tits would feel like in my hands? What sounds you’d make when I kissed you, how soft you’d be, everywhere? If you’d cry, or moan, or laugh when you came, or how you’d say my name…” 

Your hand wound back into his hair and you pulled him back up to your mouth. This kiss was desperate, so much unsaid between the both of you. So much longing, so much wondering and now it was here. You couldn’t explore each other fast enough, and you were clawing at his clothing, trying to feel as much of his skin as possible. Bob was just as eager as you were, pulling off of you to shuck off his tshirt and sweatpants, and you reached for his glasses. 

He blinked at you slowly as you pulled them off of him.

This sweet man. 

He was so focused on you, his eyes so intent even as he struggled to focus, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. You leaned over to place them carefully on your nightstand, and when you came back to the bed, Bob’s arms settled around you in the most comforting embrace. 

You loved the feeling of his skin. 

He was so soft, pale skin covering deceptively strong muscles, and you were obsessed with the dichotomy. Your hands greedily traversed over his broad shoulders, thick biceps, taut stomach, and when you got to the hem of his boxers, you felt his breath catch as he shifted over you. 

Fuck. 

You’d thought it might’ve been a trick of the light, or a trick of sweatpants, some kind of trick, but under your hand, Bob felt hung. Your fingers rubbed over the bulge in his boxers, and Bob’s head dropped to your shoulders. 

“We don’t have to–” he started, and broke off when your touch reached the end of him. You were just tracing the shape of him, but your breath caught when you felt his fat head, the cleft at his tip, even through the thin fabric. 

“We do,” you said, swallowing quickly, not even trying to hide the way your thoughts were racing, “I really hope you have a condom, Floyd, because we really, really have to.”

He huffed, and then he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, pushing himself off you and reaching down to feel around the ground for his sweatpants. You loved that he had a condom on him – not because it meant that he was expecting this, but because it just confirmed for you that Bob was the type to look at birth control as shared responsibility, not just a matter of whether a gal took the pill or felt like risking going without. He fumbled for a moment, and you couldn’t help yourself. 

While he was distracted (admittedly, this was probably a task you could have thought of while he still had his glasses on) you leaned over and traced your tongue over his collarbone. He smelled so good, and you could just taste the salt of his sweat. Bob’s breath grew ragged, and you loved the sound of it, kissing up his neck and finding that tempting spot where you could feel his pulse. You loved how frantic it was, loved the steadiness of him. 

He found the condom.

You shifted back to your elbow, watching with blatant interest as he shoved his boxers down his thighs, tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom onto his dick. 

Holy. Shit. 

He looked like a work of art. 

A beautiful flush had worked its way across his chest and throat, the tendons on his arms and hands stood out in stark contrast, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his cock. He really was that big. 

“What is it?” he asked quietly, and your eyes darted back up to his face to find his brows furrowing slightly, since he couldn’t read your silence or your expression.

You pushed yourself up to kneeling on the edge of the bed, Bob still standing beside it, and reached for him. He stepped into your embrace easily, mollified by the shared warmth between your bodies, as you reassured him with soft kisses wherever you could reach.

“I thought it was a line,” you admitted, somewhat embarrassed at how wantonly you’d just been staring at him. “Just a cliche ‘oh, you want to choke on this big dick’, but…but you’re actually, you know…”

Bob smiled, somehow bashful, as you pitched your voice lower in an approximation of Rhett’s drawl. 

“Is that an offer?” he asked, and oh you liked this side of him– teasing, relaxed, a little cocky. 

And the thought of choking on him…it was a really great fantasy. He’d hurt your jaw something fierce, but you wanted to see if you could draw those breathy whimpers out of him. Figure out what your tongue could do to him, see how much he could take, push him a little further, and make him cum down your throat. 

“Honestly,” you said, and yeah, your throat was dry just from the thought of it, “I really want to try that, sometime.”

At your tone or your words, you couldn’t be sure, Bob’s hips pushed forward slightly. With the height difference of you kneeling and him standing, his cock brushed against your ribs. You were both suddenly so aware of him, his thick cock resting between you, and Bob’s hips pushed forward again. 

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, and his hips slid back, slowly. His hands were on your waist, holding you still as he ground against you. Your mouth fell open at the heavy motion, the promise of it, and the duration of it. 

“You’re so big,” you whispered, another truth that should’ve sounded like a cliche, but instead was just a fact. 

“You’ll fit me,” Bob said, with such confidence and certainty that suddenly you didn’t care if it was in your mouth or between your legs, you needed him in you. 

“Please,” you asked, and Bob groaned, actually groaned, like you asking was the best thing he’d ever heard. His hands were so tight on your waist, like he needed that control and you knew how you wanted him. 

You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, and then turned back to the bed, your hand sliding up towards the headboard, your ass lifting like an invitation. Bob wasted no time, climbing back over the bed and shifting you so you were lengthwise on the bed again, and then draping his long body over yours. Your head rolled between your shoulders; he felt so good. Warm and strong, and all around you, and then you felt his big hand between your thighs. He opened your thighs gently, and then a thick finger traced between them. 

“So wet,” he murmured, so close to your ear, and you shivered. “You’re gonna feel so good around me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, words failing you in your anticipation. But Bob wasn’t in a rush. His calloused finger teased through your folds, smearing the remnants of your orgasm up over your clit, playing with your cunt, until you were shaking. 

You whimpered, your arms trembling as you braced yourself on the bed. You pushed your hips back into his touch, and you felt Bob’s breath shutter from his chest pressed to your back, but he didn’t move any faster. 

“Don’t rush me, honey,” Bob said, his voice low, and you tried to hold still, you did, but his teasing was too much. 

He alternated between spreading your folds, circling your clit, dipping his finger into you just enough to tease you, then pulling back entirely. You felt like you were aching, desperate for him, needing him. Bob spread you open with one hand, and you felt his thick head at your entrance, seeking. You saw the hand that wasn’t playing with your clit drop down to the bed beside yours as he braced himself, and you pushed your hips back, weakly. 

“Ask me nicely, sweet girl,” he said, his voice so low, and you swear you nearly came on the spot. 

“Please,” you managed, your voice sounding entirely too weak, “please, please, I need to feel you–”

You broke off when he pushed into you. 

A steady, overwhelming pressure as that beautiful, enormous cock pushed into you. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets as he stretched you out, the gentle, even pressure nearly blinding. He was so thick, you felt like you could feel his heartbeat, like you’d been lit on fire, and the only thing you knew you needed was more, more. 

Your head dropped to the sheets, even as your hips worked weakly back into his, welcoming him despite the burn. 

Bob’s hand covered yours, his thick fingers tangling with yours on the bedsheets, and you felt cherished, you felt wrecked, you felt perfect. 

Fuck, he felt so good. 

You were full to the point of overwhelmed, and you realized he’d stopped pushing, was fully seated inside you. You felt so connected, so whole, even though you were heaving like you’d run a marathon. 

Bob‘s nose traced your cheek, his soft lips kissed your jaw as his breath tickled your ear. “Does that feel good, darlin?” he asked. 

You nodded, wordless, it felt like a dream come true. You felt every inch of him in you, every inch of him over you, and it was perfect.  

“So,” Bob whispered, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear, “what do you say?”

“Thank you,” you moaned, you’d never been so grateful for anything in your life. “Feels so good, fuck, thank you–”

Bob groaned, and his hips pulled back before he slammed back into you. His thrust would’ve pushed you up the bed, except for his body over yours, holding you steady.  

“Sweet girl, it’s like you don’t want this to last long,” he said, almost angry, and the sound of his voice had your eyes rolling back in your head. He sounded so good, he felt so good, he was so perfect, you were so full… “Like you’re trying to drive me mad with this tight cunt, with those sweet little whimpers, you feel so good, baby.”

You couldn’t do anything. 

You were a molten mess of heat and driving need, your body aching and craving and sated by the thick cock pressing inside of you. Bob was thrusting so deep into you, his fat cock head prodding against a spot you distantly registered wasn’t made up, but might’ve been, for how perfectly he was hitting it. You weren’t aware if you were making sounds or just lying there, all you knew was how fucking good he felt in you, how you needed him to never stop. 

“Feel so full,” you gasped, and Bob pushed into you again.  

“Damn right,” Bob muttered, his voice dark, “full of my dick, like you’re fucking meant to be. Gorgeous girl, bent over, taking my cock like you need it.”

You whimpered, clenching around him. “I do, I do,” you babbled, “need you.”

Bob moaned, and it might’ve been the prettiest sound you’d ever heard. How was he real? How could he be this good, this kind, this fucking hot??

The sounds in the room were dizzying. 

Bob’s hips slapping into your ass, the squelching sounds where you were joined, your gasps and his breathy grunts. It was perfect, and you felt the heat around you condensing in your core. 

He knew, somehow. 

The fingers that had been spreading you for his cock, moved to the top of your cunt, teasing over your clit. Your legs jerked, your mouth dropping open as Bob circled your clit, his fingers tracing over it, gently pinching it and coaxing you higher. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you panted, heat and need rising. 

“Christ, please,” Bob said, his voice so earnest, so dear, as you pushed back into him. “Let me feel it, sweet girl, let me feel this pussy I’ve been dreaming about. Want to feel you milking my cock, so damn good, you can do it, come on…” 

He pumped into you once, twice, and you shattered. Your legs gave out, shaking, and then Bob’s hands were on your waist again, holding you up. You moaned his name, trembling and lost, and he held you, ever steady. He kept working into you, his thick cock pressing into you, like he was the only thing tethering you to this pane, and you felt drunk off of him. 

“There it was, that was beautiful…fuck, you’re so hot, that feels so damn good. You sounded so gorgeous, sweet girl, you did so well…”

You moaned as his words coaxed you back. 

He was still pumping into you, that steady, punishing pace and you were so sensitive but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He felt so strong, so hot, so close to you and you needed it. Needed him. His thick arms cording around you, his strong grip digging into your hips, his fat cock stuffing you, you never wanted it to stop. 

“You’re so good,” you whispered, needing him to know. Not just how he felt, or how he sounded, but who he was. How he was, and how much he meant. 

Bob’s hips stuttered.

You were aching, you were spent, but you tightened your core and clenched around him. 

“Baby,” he groaned, “I’m close you can’t–”

You rolled your hips. 

Bob grunted, and then he was moving, faster than lightning. He swept your hands out, pushing you down by your shoulders into the mattress, his body draping over yours. You turned your head to the side, and like he knew, he was there, kissing you. 

It was sloppy, it was messy, but your lips and tongue tangled together, like you both needed the sweetness of a kiss to balance the savage way Bob’s hips were fucking into you. 

Each press of his hips ground your pussy into the mattress and the pressure was so fucking unreal. You moaned into him, and Bob seemed drunk off the sound, off of you. You were so overstimulated, so out of your body that pleasure was the only thing that made sense. Only the way his hips rubbed your clit into the mattress, only the way his cock was stroking into the deep part of you, only the way he was panting against your lips. 

“You’re everything,” Bob whispered, just a breath away. “So much better, so much – fuck, you feel too good. Will you come for me again, sweet girl? I want to feel it so bad, need another one from you, can you do that for me?”

You shook your head, wrung out, but you felt it building anyways. Fuck, how was that possible? But Bob’s thrusts, the pressure on your clit, the weight of his warm body, the need in his eyes, it was driving you higher. 

And then. 

And then he got close. 

He broke off from the kiss, his thrusts growing almost frantic. Each breath he drew ended on a gasp, a soft whine that reached deep into your gut and set off something primal. He was fucking into you but he was whimpering, and you knew he needed it, needed you, like he said. He moaned, a needy, beautiful sound, and before you could feel his orgasm, yours broke over you. 

You collapsed into the mattress, Bob covering you, and you distantly heard him getting louder as your thighs shook. He sounded so pretty, those sweet moans and the desperate gasps driving you mad. The world was just molten heat, desperate thrusts, echoes of whimpers and you faded into the vacuity of it. 

When you came back, you were on your side. 

You were drenched in sweat, you both were, and a sheet was covering you from the cool room. Bob had taken off the condom, you noticed absently, and had pulled your sheet up over both of you, tucking you into his chest. His arms were warm around you, and when you exhaled, you watched the blond hairs on his forearms blow back and forth.  

“How’re you doing?” Bob asked softly, and you could weep. It was him, so familiar, so gentle, and so much better than any recording, any fantasy, anything. Your arm swung halfheartedly in his direction. 

“You jerk,” you sighed, “you’ve ruined my subscription.” Bob chuckled, the bed shaking with his deep laugh. “Think you can content yourself with the real thing?”

You shifted, turning to face him. In the dim light of the room, he somehow still managed to look like an angel. His soft eyes were unfocused, his mussed hair was snarled from your fingers, and he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

You leaned over to kiss him, Bob’s lips already thinning on a smile. “I think I can manage,” you said.

//

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chances are high i'll do a part 2/followup with both of them recording an 'overheard' audio...let me know! comments and reblogs are the surest way to make that happen 💙

#bob fucks #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd smut #robert bob floyd #misskielwrites #International Bob Floyd Fucks Month

[bruciemilf]

AAAAAA, okay. So, I forsee some heat in the near future for this take, but. The Waynes, -- or at LEAST Thomas, -- being southern on some form. You think that means their gothic roots are erased? FOOL.

It just means that Thomas Wayne most definetly walked out with a tall, black rodeo hat, covered in sparkles, shimmering from head to toe, and somehow rizzed up a former british intelligence member.

Martha and Alfred are the freaks here tho; for instantly melting for a man who uses "ya'll".

Also; Imagine being Clark Kent, snarkily saying " bless your heart" to Batman, and that motherfucker doesn't miss a beat before saying.

" It's blessed enough, sweetheart" in a Georgia drawl. I'd kill myself.

#bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #text #batman #text post #thomas wayne #clark kent #superbat

[marksbear]

Could I ask for 141 with a southern male reader? I’d like to know what the boys would think of a heavy southern drawl (cowboys are all the rage now a days lol)

Wish I could write more, but I don't have much time rn. But I wrote as much as I could and on my blog theres more fics about y'know cowboy/southern reader

141 BOYS X SOUTHERN MALE READER

Price is probably the least bothered by your accent. But he is interested by it. It's not everyday that he hears a southern accent like yours.

He secretly likes the silly nicknames you give him.

Anytime the team has a free day or something you'll take him to see you ride at a rodeo.

He probably knows how to ride a horse so you and him would spend time together riding around valleys and mountains and hike and camp. Like some brokeback mountain type shit.

As you two grow closer one day you'll just plop down your cowboy hat on his head and just walk away like nothing happened. Like your hat would just be a symbol of y'alls friendship when you give it to him.

He's not a messy person, but when it comes to arguing and he hears your accent thickens as you argue with the person, he'll watch from afar only stepping in when it becomes heated.

You teaching him how to use a lasso and how to make a lasso.

He likes to playfully correct your grammar when you say things. "Ain't isn't a word L/n."

He likes to help out on your ranch/farm from time to time.

Likes to call you outlaw.

"It's hotter than a witches cooch ain't it soap?" *Soap stares at you like your were some fucking weirdo.* Your guys first ever conversation.

From that day forward y'all became the most annoying duo inside the whole military.

Steals your cowboy hat and boots all the time.

"Yer got a ol' lady at home or what?" Soap asks in a teasing tone.

Him laughing his ass off if you ever get thrown off a bull/horse.

If you have a ranch and you invite him over he would not help at all with chasing/ hurdling cattle. But he does help you groom the horses and milk the cows.

Him not trying to giggle while you scold him, because your accent is thicker and louder every time you do it.

Likes to poke fun at your accent even though he cannot be talking like at all.

Watching you in awe as you lasso an enemy and tie them up as if they were just some light sheep.

If you like to chew on wheat straw he'll side eye you a couple times as you just mind your business.

At your ranch he'll make a little competition to see who can lift more hay barrels.

Likes to watch you argue because you have a small temper and can be angered easily. So he just likes to see a good southern brawl from you.

He was finally at peace once that he heard a familiar accent from where he was from.

The boy was thrilled to hear an american accent let alone a southern one. He was over the moon.

He probably grew up with people with a southern accent so once he heard yours he knew he had to get you on his side.

He knows how southern people get with their temper and feelings so he tries his hardest for you to not hate him like the others do.

Slowly you two begin to bond.

And once you two become friends y'all begin to hang out. He knows alot about farm animals and etc so he would help out at your farm/ranch. He loves taking care of the crops and all that.

The others on the team call you crazy for trusting him, but with your small temper you shouted at them with your accent coming in full force.

You calling him "City boy." while he calls you "Cowboy."

Him picking up your accent and words.

Since your accent begins to rub off on him he'll start calling you"darling." or "sugar."

Slowly tries to make you betray the team with him. He wouldn't force you, but he'll just go on and on as to why you should side with him.

THE END

#phillip graves x male reader #philip graves #cod graves #graves x male reader #graves mw2 #mw2 x male reader #john price #john price x male reader #captain john price x male reader #captain price #cod x male reader #cod mw2 #x southern male reader #x cowboy reader #x male reader #male reader #the bear club

[aothotties]

Country Boy!Jean x Reader

Word Count: 1199

Warnings: MDNI, Swearing, pet names, Car sex (kinda), Cunnilingus (F. Receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, creampie.

Notes: y’all Rachel did her mf thing with this one. I also had to re-upload it, because tumblr hid it.

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One thing you absolutely loved was a country boy. The southern drawl, jeans with the cowboy boots, you loved it all

That's how Jean got you tangled in his web. He approached you at a fair while you were with your friends and you've been hooked ever since.

One night Jean asked you to join him at a rodeo. You were hesitant to go at first but after some smooth talking he was eventually able to convince you to go.

You put on your best rodeo outfit and waited for him to come pick you up

Jean held your hand as you walked through the crowd of people

“You know you’re the prettiest girl out here tonight right?” He said as he looked over to you

“Jean stop” you said as you giggled

He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and blushed

You enjoyed the night with Jean going from booth to booth getting snacks and drinks and watching bull rides. There was one area where you were able to ride a horse and Jean walked beside you as you rode.

The night ended and Jean walked you to the truck and opened the passenger side door.

“Hope you had a great night pretty lady” he said as he hoped in the drivers side

“Any night with you is a great night” you responded

Jean placed his hand on your thigh and started driving towards your house

As he sped down the road Jean’s hand slid further up your thigh

“You look so good tonight. The prettiest little cowgirl” he said as his hand got closer to your crotch

You squirmed in your seat and your body got hot, you knew exactly what little game he was playing

“You look pretty handsome yourself Mr. cowboy” you responded as you spread your legs to give him access to your cunt

Jean rubbed you lightly through your pants and you grinded onto his hand. You couldn't wait to get home, knowing exactly what was about to happen

As soon as you got through the door he slammed it shut and lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. His lips crashed onto yours and you passionately kissed as he carried you up to your room

“Mm jean – slow down, take your time” you said between kisses

“Can’t, need you now princess” he responded as he laid your body down on the bed

He tore the thin fabric of your small shirt and before you could even protest his lips met yours again. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and intertwined it with yours

As he kissed you he fumbled around with your belt until he was able to unbuckle it. He then slipped off your black jeans, your panties coming down with them

Jean kneeled down, face-to-face with your throbbing cunt

“She's glistening for me darlin’” he said as he ran a finger up and down your wet hole

He lapped at your cunt greedily causing your back to arch off the bed. Your hands found their way to his hair, you didn't care about ruffling his mullet all you could do was whine and moan from the pleasure.

He didnt stop until you were shaking and cuming on his face. Jean slurped up every drop

“Fuck- you taste as good as you look princess” he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

He began taking his own clothes off and you laid there in anticipation

He grabbed your legs and turned you so you were face down on the bed. He lifted your ass in the air and lined his thick cock up with your soaked hole.

He slid in slowly and you both let out a sigh as he bottomed out

“Fuck jean-” you moaned into the blanket under you

He started moving his hips back and forth fucking you at a steady pace. He was a mess behind you. Grunting and moaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him

“You're sucking me in mama” he moaned

He quickened his pace and his strokes got deeper. He was hitting that sweet spot and you were being pushed closer to the edge

“Just like that papa, feels s’good” you whined

You started matching his energy and began throwing your ass back onto him. The clapping of skin could be heard throughout the house, luckily you lived alone

You gripped the blanket and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were about to cum for him

“Jean, baby, im cuming” you whined as you approached your orgasm

“Good girl, cum for me baby” he said in response

Your legs shook and you saw white as you came. Jean smirked because he knew nobody else could fuck like this

He picked you up off the bed and lifted you into a full nelson. He bounced your body on his dick, his tip was brushing your cervix.

The feeling was too much, you were drooling and seeing stars

“Papa, too much , i c-can't” you whined

“Awe princess i know you can take it” he said and he continued bouncing you on his dick

“Can’t papa, too much” there were tears running down your face, it was all too much to handle

He giggled at the sight of your fucked out expression

“Ok mama, it’s okay” he said as he put you back down on the bed

You thought you were getting a moment to catch your breath but Jean had other plans

He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders. Your gold anklet with the “J” on it was dangling next to his head

He slid back into you without giving you a moment to adjust. Your hand went to his abdomen to try and get some relief but he was having none of that shit

“Move your hand mama” he said sternly

You did as you were told and let him continue fucking you

Jean was going crazy at this point, fucking you like a mad man. Both of your bodies were covered in sweat and you both were moaning loudly

You grew closer and closer to your orgasm and he could feel you spasming around him.

“Fuck- keep squeezing me like that mama and ill fill this pussy up” he said through gritted teeth

“Cum with me papa” you moaned in response

Jean kept going and you both neared your orgasm. Once again your eyes rolled back and his head fell back from the pleasure

You released your orgasm on his dick and squirted on his abdomen as he came inside of you

He slid out and gave you both a second to breathe

“Fuck princess, that was so good” he said but you were too fucked out to speak

He smiled at you and grabbed a wet towel to clean you up

He spent the night at your place and you both watched movies until it was time to sleep

You cuddled up next to him and he placed a kiss on your forehead

“Goodnight papa” you said as you dozed off.

“Goodnight mama” he responded before closing his eyes

Rachel

#aot smut #aot scenarios #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot imagines #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean smut #jean x y/n #aot x female reader #aot x y/n #aot x black y/n

[attapullman]

Handsome Cowboy | B.F. + R.A.

Summary: An innocent trip for bread turns into meeting your boyfriend's doppelganger you can't get over.

Word Count: 470

Warnings + Notes: 18+ only mdni, gn!reader, smut mentions. This is the ending for a much longer fic that I ended up not loving, but a lil jealous Bob is such a treat I still wanted to share. It's like a baby fic with zero context 🤷‍♀️

The market feels like it’s all a dream as you make your way back to the parking lot. So similar, but so different. It’s not until you’re steps from the door that Bob points out you forgot the bread. He makes a mad dash back for it, politely waiting in line to pay behind some teenagers before joining you again. Your sweet boyfriend who packs you into the truck with a kiss to the temple before setting off to his parent’s house, bread on the console.

The entire drive home you can’t shut up about the handsome cowboy buying beer.

It blows your mind how similar Rhett looks to your Bobby. Still reeling at how their eyes are the exact matching shade of sapphire - Bob’s more mellow compared to Rhett’s storming gaze. The same broad shoulders, but a different swagger in their steps. Just as handsome as you, babe, you muse with a wink from the passenger seat. You amusedly make a joke about the sex appeal of cowboy hats and the tips of Bob’s ears turn vermilion.

However many miles later (long enough to talk about Rhett’s big silver buckle the entire length of a song on the radio) you’re finally back at Bob’s parent’s farm and sneaking through the back door like teenagers to not wake them. He places the bread in the cute little white bread box before tiptoeing upstairs with you. While sharing the guest bathroom to get ready for bed, you slide your hands around his waist from behind and peck Bob’s freckled shoulder. 

“Have you ever considered growing stubble?”

In the mirror, Bob gives you a look - as if the military would allow that - and goes back to brushing his teeth. He’s never seen you this worked up about someone who isn’t him and the jealousy is consuming. You’re fully riding this cowboy train. All starry-eyed and dreamy smiles while you finish washing your face and excuse yourself to the guest room. Feet swinging over the edge of the bed as you compare and contrast your sweet, clean cut WSO and the rough-around-the-edges bull rider you happened across. Part of the appeal is the cowboy’s ranch drawl, an accent that only comes out of your boyfriend on special occasions, like when he’s between your legs.

Your attention is diverted by a figure at the open door. Bob looks at you from his spot, face contemplative and serious behind his glasses, hip popped against the doorjamb in his checkered pajama bottoms. He isn’t sure this is going to work but he’s desperate. You smile at him, curious.

“One summer in high school I went to a rodeo and  bought some boots and a Stetson. They’re in the garage. If I put them on and make you cum, will you please stop talking about the handsome cowboy?”

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[minhosimthings]

Rodeo Ride

Symphony Smut Series Day 9: Lah Pat and Flo Milli's Like a Rodeo Ride

Lyric: He love how I ride it, hop on a dick I made him get excited

Pairings: Husband!Changbin × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, sub!reader, hard!dom!Changbin, office sex, sex on a chair, missionary, rough sex, swearing, dirty talk, dry humping, needy reader, VERY sex deprived reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: day 9! Woah we're almost halfway through this series now and I'm finally doing Binnie. I really couldn't think of anyone better for riding that Changbin for some reason

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Changbin was a simple man.

Wake up, get dressed, kiss your amazing wife goodbye, get to work, do said work, come back, kiss wife again, and then cuddle with her until the morning and you gotta repeat it again. And he liked this life. What else does he have to ask for?

And yet, men never understand the workings of women's sexual systems do they?

"Bunny I'm going to be late today." Changbin looked up at you sitting opposite to him, hastily arranging his tie as the maids took away his plate.

"Again?" You slammed your fork down, glaring at him. It wasn't that you didn't love your husband enough to let him go to work and make his decisions, but sometimes your pussy needed some food.

"I know, I know." Changbin chuckled, an awkward attempt to ease your tension, "But I've got to. Got a meeting today, I can't let the employees be alone without their boss now can I?"

"But Binnie...." You drawled out, making your lips onto a pout which you knew could never make him say no to you.

"How about this?" Changbin leant over to you, caressing your lip with his finger, before pulling you in for a short yet sweet kiss, "Stay awake till I come back, and I'll fuck a baby into you."

"Tempting." You said, folding your arms, "You promise?"

"Promise." Changbin replied, before quickly scampering off to his car, leaving you all alone, once again in the mansion.

"How much longer, how much longer." That's what went in your mind till about three o'clock. Waiting for Changbin really was a task, as the minutes ticks painfully away, it felt like eternity.

This was a punishment, you were convinced, whatever you had done in your past life to deserve this, you were regretting it. Were you being dramatic? Maybe. But we're you going to stop? Absolutely not.

And that is the story of how you turned up at Changbin's office building, wearing a furry black coat which reached down to your ankles, with nothing inside. Well almost nothing, you thought, as you looked down at the lingerie set Changbin had gotten you for your fifth anniversary.

Smirking to yourself, you entered the elevator and pressed the cold button upto Changbin's office, on the topmost floor.

Oh he was going to have fun today.

"Bunny? What are you doing here?" Changbin's eyes lifted from his paperwork as you entered his office, quite a large space, "And why are you closing my curtain blinds?" His last words were ended with a smirk to his face, casually sliding his wheely chair away from his desk.

"I miss you Bin." You say, the sound of your heels clacking the floor as you slowly approach him like a snow leopard approaching it's prey, "I really miss you."

Changbin's words caught in his throat, as his eyes lay sight on you.

Oh he was fucked.

He began to regret all his work now, how he had left his pure baby all alone with no dick to fullfill her sweet pussy.

"Come 'ere." Changbin pulled you into his lap, taking the fur coat and throwing it aside, "It's good you came during lunch hour, otherwise I would have been dead by now."

Your ass was rubbing against his hard dick, making him having to stifle his moans. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past five years. "God I've missed this" he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting Changbin's movements. Making sure you were still there and this was no his imagination, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. Thank god for his desk having a barrier.

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were in his office, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud that he had to remind himself the walls could listen, he bit his lip trying to silence himself.

"Ahh fuck darling you're so good for me" he moaned, feeling your pussy rub against his dick.

Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. Changbin grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and he could feel his cum in his stomach when-

"Bunny why'd you stop?" Changbin looked up at you with widened eyes, disappointment filling him, "Do you wanna be a bad girl today?"

"Hmm maybe" you said, giggling and slipping a hand onto his dick, gently stroking it, making Changbin moan again.

“ Get on my thigh.” He orders you, pulling your panties down, leaving you in naked. He groans at the glistening wetness staining your thighs before placing his thigh in between your legs.

“Sit.”

The moment your pussy makes contact with his bare thigh he can’t help but groan. “Soaking my thigh already, who knew you were this desperate?” He mutters, your head falling into his neck as your hips begin to move.

The drag of your clit against his muscular thigh causes you to whimper, pressing yourself harder. His large calloused hands guide your hips, moving you up and down his thigh.

“That’s it bunny, doesn’t it feel good?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure. You nod dumbly, moaning out his name as he tenses his thigh.

“Who would’ve thought I could fuck you dumb without putting my cock in you? Just so needy for me.” Changbin brushes some hair behind your hair, holding your face to look at him whilst he smiles sarcastically.

"Bunny, my pants are fuckin soaked" he said, eyeing the huge wet spot that were creating, "Such a filthy little slut riding my thigh like that"

His eyes scan your face, admiring the light flush smattered over your cheeks and the way your eyelids flutter shut with every grind against him.

“Want you to cum, can you do that? Cum on my thigh and then I’ll fuck you senseless right here bunny.” He groans, your arousal audible now with each drag. Your legs begin to shake with exertion, Changbin taking over and continuing to grind you into his thigh, muscles tensing sporadically.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise despite the build up, head thrown back with a moan and eyes rolled back. “Oh god, Bin, please.” You moan out, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

“There we go, good girl.” Changbin groans, his thigh absolutely covered in you. He holds you still, allowing you to catch your breath. Changbin places a soft kiss on your cheek, leading you to look into his eyes, pupils clouded with lust. He smirks.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. Fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the desk, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest.

“I need you,” he groans, aggressively, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don't wanna be away from you.” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“fuck bunny” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. " have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“Bin—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. So embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“Fuck me Bin!,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, Bunny,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the morning before office, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

“Bin…I-I need you please.” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. Such a mess in such a small time.

“mhm? ahh— mm fuck!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. You’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” The desk was shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

You almost screamed as you let go, cum shaping around his dick perfectly, as he slowed down, his chest rising up and down.

Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got some towels and cleaned you up, guiding you towards the office's bathroom.

"I got some clothes in the second drawer." He set you down on the counter, "I'll come home early today alright?"

"Your pussy isn't done yet."

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[manwrre]

i desperately need some rancher or cowboy!billy in my life. i’m talking tall and buff and sososo golden; from the sun-toned ringlets of his hair, to the scars and stretch marks across his arms and hips. i want him slaving on the ranch all day in the heat until he’s freckled just about everywhere.

i want him burning— smoldering eyes and this lopsided grin that promises nothing but white-hot pleasure. and he’s known for wearing his trademark, black leather pants with flaming red stars on the ass because he knows that he’s got it. he knows that they accentuate his thighs and grip his backside just right and drive at least half of the backward town’s population absolutely wild.

he’s also the perfect mixture of foul mouthed and dripping with sugary sweet charm. i mean, on average, he’s just so quick-tongued and crude and cusses just about anyone to tears. but when he really wants it, he drops his voice into this honeyed, little southern drawl and calls everyone ‘sugar’ and ‘doll’. he’s been talking guys and girls outta their drawers for as long as he’s been apart of this rodeo.

and he’s got a temper that he’s inherited from his sonofabitch daddy but attracts everyone because he glitters like his mom’s creek-caught gold. he’s daring too, of course, so he bull rides and sharpshoots and is always up for a bar fight.

i can imagine him and city boy!steve meeting for the first time. like, billy’s all

“lookin’ a lil lost ‘ere, sweetheart. town’s about two miles back that way.” he nods off in the direction that steve’s come from, steadying his horse.

and steve just frowns at his mocking tone, squinting up at him in the summer heat.

“i’m not lost— i’m just looking for the head rancher. have you seen him?”

“whaddaya need him for? ‘stole your girl or somethin’ because we settle that out on the street, not at a man’s job.”

and it honest to god feels like steve’s being toyed with; like billy’s making fun of him. he’s got this pinched look going for him and embarrassment makes him snap,

“you know what, it’s actually none of your business so if you could just point me in his direction, i’ll be outta your hands and on my way.”

and billy’s amusement spreads across his entire face this time; his smile shattering his cheeks, like cracks on a sidewalk. he’s all,

“except, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. you want the ranch hand, well you’ve got his undivided attention,” with this shit-eating grin and yk, just titters.

as you can imagine, steve gapes and catches himself and billy thinks both, “wow, this guy’s an ass” and “he’s cute, in a baby calf kinda way” and unbeknownst to each other, that’s the start of ‘em.

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

I got thinking about this soon after I woke up, what would the BAU Team think/react to having a member on the team who you never see without a cowboy hat on/tall and built from hard work and can shoot fast like those gunslingers(he's been shot before but acts like its a normal thing)

Warning: gunshot wound

They were honestly starting to believe you were unbeatable, or at the very least a video game character. You always had your hat with you (cattleman to be specific), you took it off inside - out of respect - and when greeting people. Otherwise, it was firmly planted on your head. To feed into this stereotype, you even used a revolver and (they thought) you were something out of every cowboy movie ever - Penelope even started calling you Gunslinger.

Three cases in, you were separate from the rest of the team (having gone on a coffee run) when Garcia phoned with the address for the unsub. So, you went in, alone. You had taken a bullet to the shoulder on your right arm (annoyingly, your dominant hand), but still you managed to shoot the unsub. When that didn't seem to stop him and he tackled you to the floor, you managed to battle him off with one hand and then handcuff him. All before the team got there, five minutes later.

You winced, holstering your gun as you placed your hand against your shoulder, putting pressure against the wound as you glared at the unsub in front of you.

When the team did arrive, they stared at you in shock, shoulder bleeding sluggishly through the gaps in your fingers as you looked at the unsub. "He's got a gunshot wound to the arm, he should be fine." You said. "I'm also going to need to get looked at - gsw to the shoulder as well."

"You okay?" Emily asked, shooting you a look.

You tilted your head slightly in a nod, "I'm fine," You answered, "Don't offer him any deals," Morgan snorted slightly in response.

"How are you so relaxed right now?" Spencer asked, you shrugged.

"This isn't my first rodeo," Derek snorts loudly (trying to cover it up when Hotch gives him a warning look), "It just stings a bit,"

"You're like next level human," Emily states, "I wouldn't be surprised if you were made in a lab."

You rolled your eyes slightly, "No, Ma'am," You grinned, deciding to lean into your drawl a bit, "Y'all just get pampered too much," You laughed when the team rolled their eyes simultaneously at you.

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[darkdemeter]

WOLF AND CONSORT: THE WEIGHT OF BARGAINS UNPAID

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN #1 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Mafia! Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — Short, I know, but I did get a little carried away with the darker aspect...

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION — Overall 18+ content, minors DNI! — post-kidnapping — Threats of death, endangerment and some abusive violence towards a minor (teenager) — general depictions of mafia violence — dark! reader — adult language — use of pet/nicknames ("Sweets") — cough obsessive/yandere type reader — I think that's it?

— NEXT COLUMN

SUMMARY — This isn't your first rodeo handling a rat caught in the trap. On the outskirts of New York, away from prying eyes, you've set into motion a plan to show Tony Stark that you are not to be trifled with. However, like an angel, Wanda comes to the rescue of your little captive. As per your fashion, in exchange for his freedom, she is expected to repay the debt of your kind deed. After all, the weight of bargains unpaid can be very hefty the longer they take to pay up...

  Thump. Thump. Thump. 

  There are layers to the darkness he finds himself trapped in. The first masks eyes laden with tears that streak the hollowed paths of his face. The second surrounds him at all sides, in all directions, its atmosphere impairs his capabilities to remain calm, bandana pulled tight between his teeth and his limbs bound by the restraint of squeezing threads of plastic.

  For time unknown is spent in the two layers of darkness, nose running with no hope to see the light of day again, forever bound to live out the remainder of his existence in the void that thrums deep and low, occasionally swerving left or right and dragging his weight to crash against one of the four walls of his black box cell. 

  As for the third layer of darkness, he’d rather spend this era of purgatory in the trunk, if it meant he never had to encounter the third again. 

  Tires slow to roll over the crunching of gravel, each second reminding him of the sound of bones being snapped and dismantled. The car’s movement halts but the car’s engine continues to rumble deeply, oiled and purring like a cat, he hears the slamming of doors. 

  “Mmf?”

  Feet paw the gravel in near tandem of each other, moving in pairs of five in total. Clatter of metal emits from the darkness in front of his face and with a croak of the lock mechanism, the mouth of the trunk lifts upwards. 

  His once vocal, muffled pleas fall dead and bandaged by the damp cloth between his teeth. Eyes flooding with tears that mark his vision in a blur, spots of clear force him to meet his captors. Their eyes bear down upon him a weight that leaves his lungs burning in desperate hunger for air. 

  But it's the shadowy contours concealing most of your visage, eyes aglow and gaze eerily heated like burning coals.

  “Peter, was it?” you drawl in question behind a wall of teeth. The falsehood of your smile brings a wave of nausea to swell in the pit of his stomach, as bile churns the remnants of his last meal, and the ringing in his ears throbs louder. 

  One of the men raises his arm and the barrel of a handgun forcefully kisses the rubbery flesh of Peter’s cheek, tear, blood and sweat stained. His body follows the natural course of instinct in his given position, muscles flinching harshly. 

  “Should we do it right here, Boss?” The voice of the gunman is roughly chalky through the tunnel of his throat. 

  “Not in the fucking trunk,” you hiss sharply, hand shoving the gun away. Peter momentarily catches a glimpse of the curved points of your claws, unsheathed and ready to rip and render anything fragile. If there was one thing he remembers in these final moments, it’s the few lessons his mentor warned him of. 

  One of which is that with you: everything is fragile. And frankly, you couldn’t give a single shit about being gentle.

  “No. I have something else planned.” Your hand grapples the fabric of his shirt, bundling it together tightly and you rip him from the trunk, his body floundering because of the zipties digging into his skin, burning him red with irritated marks. 

  His body is thrown to the ground, back colliding into the metal rigging of the bridge’s rail. He wheezes and coughs as the air is pressed viciously from his lungs, mouth covering hindering his progress to recover his lost breath. 

  His eyes squint under the buzzing light overhanging the bridge section, dodgy in the way it flickers momentarily, brown hair tousled messily from his rough treatment in the time spent in your custody. 

  “Put some weight on him,” you order as you procure a small case from the inside of your coat. 

  Two of your men retrieve something from the trunk, chuckling amongst themselves, Peter’s eyes fixate on the coarse threading of rope looped into a noose on both ends. The other heaves a grunt as he hoists a large mass of concrete into his arms. Peter’s heart pounds harder and faster until his rib cage is bruised on the inside, relentless in its state of panic, the two men fix his legs together with one knotted loop, the other then tied around the hulking brick. 

  “Plmmf! Dmmf dmm mmph!” Old teary rivers on the verge of drying are renewed, fresh and warm. “Plmmf– plmmf dmmph!”

  The men back away from him as you move forward, steps slow with preciseness in mind, you stoop down to his level. His head falters until his chin meets his chest, shoulders bouncing with his pitiful sobs. 

  “Don’t waste your breath, kid,” you tsk with the butt of your cigarette pressed between your lips. You pause to bring your lighter up, flame dancing mere inches away from his face, a faint overlay painting the canvas of your face. Even with that blaring light above, your features remain ominously impenetrable from his point of view. 

  Perhaps it’s because that’s how he sees you. As pure darkness. Evil incarnate. 

  With the end of your cigarette lit, your chest expands widely, shoulders engulfing Peter in shadow that threatens to swallow him whole, his pupils shrunken beyond comprehension of their existence. The scent of his terror brings about an amusing invigoration to the wolf’s side, the selfish need to hunt all things prey. All things weak. 

   The smokeline traverses upwards in a spiral as you next exhale, each pattern of the wisps unique. You pull the butt from your lips in silence as you offer a puff to the young man before you, to which he equally answers in his own quivering quietness with a shake of his head. The action reminds you more of an animal twitching. 

  Your shoulders roll back and the ridge of your browline rises up with a roll of your eyes. Another cloud of smoke is absorbed into the chasm of your chest, and this time, you huff the smoke into his face, his nose wrinkles as he coughs at the rancid smell of ashy, burnt tobacco. To add atop of the passive attack, your thumb taps the stick and the specks of ash cascade over his lashes that bat away the searing sting from his already reddened eyes. 

  “Y’know, I don’t like it when I catch rats scuttling around where they don’t belong. It’s not nice to eavesdrop on conversations you have no part in. No less, record it.” Beneath the octave of your tone is a breeze of airiness, a facade of hurt and your brows pitch up. When Peter gives no response, the facade vanishes, lifted to reveal the cold malice of your very existence. 

  “Did Tony send you to find out what we’ve been up to since the treaty?” Your hand lashes out and Peter’s voice, straining against the cloth, reaches out into the hollow of night with a raw, throat shredding scream. Your clawed fingers pinch the thinly layered bubbles of his cheeks, grip armed with the ability to threaten him that his jaw is a moment away from being unhinged with a single snap. 

  “Do I look like someone you can fuck with?”

  “M–mf…” The structure of his face shudders with a ‘no’ response. “Then why were you snooping around in that warehouse, kid?”

  The crease of your nose twists into a sneer when Peter does little to entertain your question with any sort of answer, you sigh as you move to stand up again, grip still locked around his face, he squirms as he’s hoisted up by the extension of your strength. 

  His tearful eyes grow in size, the whites reflecting the blinking light above, he hollers out a string of smothered screams. 

  “You’ll serve as a warning to him. Let him know that Clan business isn’t to be toyed with by the likes of him.” 

  Peter begins to writhe around in his fight to break free to no avail, body floundering, his back presses over the railing. He trusts that the weight tied around his ankles won’t keep him grounded even if you let him go, the power to thrust him over the ledge as easy for you as taking a breath, he watches behind another blur of tears - perhaps the last before his vision is overwhelmed by water - you take in a long drag of your cigarette, eyes stern and callous within its shadowed veil. 

  He’s hanging on the verge of a slow and agonising demise, to be tortured as he must fight for air he will never have again, in a battle futile to win he tries to take solace that there may be a white light at the end of death’s tunnel. A fleeting hope of a promise that with his suffering, there will be peace. 

  Rolling over the gravel, a second car pulls off to the road’s side some distance away, beams of the saving light finally bathe over what Peter could not see before. Horrors of your visage, tales a many circulating its distinctively haunting mark on the soul, once concealed in the darkness forged into your very nature, now paints the deeply etched sculpt of your furrowed brows. Below are the thinned form of your eyes that holster within them intentions dangerously untamed, and the recoiled muscle of your lips bearing sharpened points, untainted by violence and bloodshed for now, jaw set hard.

  Your head bends off towards the side with a raspy growl tumbling through your clenched teeth. There's movement in the dark, wandering about as blackened shadows as they come upfront to meet with you. Your men take to preparing themselves, hands idle over their guns, they each whine and growl in a rumbling chorus backdrop. 

  “Let him go, Y/N,” says the accented allure of her sokovian tongue. 

  “Ah, well if it isn’t the poster child herself.” Mouth turning into a grin with a husky chuckle bouncing in your throat, eyes roaming the scale of her body up and down, you play into the extra mile and feign loosening your grip on the boy for a split second. You take sickening delight in the display of her body flinching. 

  Interest peaked, you purr lowly, “Why should I?”

  “He’s just a boy. Please, he’s harmless to you.” 

  Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth at this. How sweet she is, to come to the boy’s rescue, to save him from the clutches of a fate beneath the waters. Sweet and naive. You once again make your threat known, subtly pushing him that bit further over the edge. He makes to pull his body forward but you disable any attempt for him to secure even a shred of his safety. If those around you desire to push the bounds of your mercy, then you shall oblige in demonstrating the repercussions of such low thinking intelligence and blind haughtiness. 

  “Harmless,” you scoff, “A boy who knows too much about something he—”

  “Please…,” she gasps. Oh, how that one word resounds in the night air clouded by rapids of fog. Muscle constricts around bone trembling in that same rushful, perverted delight. Never has such a sound - a singular word - been spoken so rawly and compassionately that it riled you deeply to the core, nor has any prior experience with company ever given you the dark stirring revelation you find before yourself. 

  Your eyes roll back to find hers, tongue tracing the sharp curves of your teeth. 

  Your men are silent, compliant to remain loyal and obedient despite the granted mercy you bestow upon the boy. Of course, they’d come to understand - or rather respect - your… fascination with the very woman who bargains nothing in exchange for the very clemency over Peter’s life. Your eyes pursue their focus on the darling woman whose green eyes bear to yours with such bewitching compassion. With claws hatching through rope and skin cutting plastic, Peter’s bruised features contort into a whirlwind mixture of relief and pain as he’s released from his bindings.

  “Looks like you won’t be holding your breath, kid,” you huff. His knees wobble and his weight stumbles like a newborn pup, unsteady in his advance towards Wanda. She leans in close to his ear, plump lips moving before Peter continues on, moving towards the sanctuary of his saviour’s vehicle, another’s silhouette guides him safely into the back seat. 

  When she makes to swerve on her heel does she catch your fatal drawl with tongue beating the back of your teeth in a vocal, scolding fashion, finger wagging side to side. 

  “I’ve a reputation to protect, Sweets. I want compensation for your little stunt.” 

   For the second time, she gasps, “Excuse me?”

  “I’m not a charity of mercy, Miss Maximoff.” Your head lays back slightly as you kink a finger at her in a gesture to bring to the table her payment. “So, what will you offer in return for the kid’s safety? Otherwise, with a snap of my fingers I’ll have my boys here drag him out… and I’ll hold the little fucker underwater until he drowns.”

  “You… monster.” Her eyes break from yours, torn down is her resolve to stand before you and remain unshaken. Given this, the wolf’s nature takes hold and you stalk towards her, each step precise with predatory attentiveness. It’s not until you stand inches from her that she recognises that she’s let the wolf creep upon her. That she has succumbed to being your prey. 

  You continue, voice laced softly with a coo, “Then you know not to cross me, Sweets. So I ask again, what’s your offer?”

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[palioom]

better than flowers

summary: on your first day off together in a while, Jack had promised to go buy new flowers for the garden with you. but seeing you in the morning, he suddenly has other plans in mind.

pairing: jack “whiskey” daniels x f!reader word count: 4.5k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); some swearing, unprotected p in v, inappropriate use of a lasso; bondage; spanking; cum play; facials (but not the beauty kind); thigh riding; oral (m receiving)

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It was finally her first day off this week, excited to get to some stuff she had been planning for a while.

With spring rolling around, she had really wanted to buy some new flowers for the flowerbeds, new decorations for their little house on their farm. Just some things here and there to switch it up a little, even though Jack would not like it too much. He simply wasn’t someone who cared for these things much and he liked the way things looked right now.

Anything for his sugar, though.

He finally had a day off as well, but decided he would join her later when she would get decorations for the outside, knowing they would only start bickering once she started picking out things to place around the house.

Secretly he loved it. The stupid plants and cowboy themed things she picked with a bright smile on her face that could melt any man’s heart.

The house had turned into a little bit of a jungle ever since she moved in, with horseshoes and cowboy hats on the wall.

He had to admit that it held a certain charm.

But when he had woken up this morning, some time before her because damn, these missions had fucked up his sleep cycle worse than a bull could fuck up a wooden fence, he really had not been in the mood to go shopping.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than spend the day in bed with her, finding a rodeo or two much more entertaining than tidying up the flowerbeds.

So when she walked past him in the kitchen as he still ate his breakfast, he couldn’t help but stare at her ass, adjusting himself in his jeans as he leaned back.

This woman could turn him into putty within seconds.

“Sugar, don’t you think you can just stay home today?” He asked, watching her grab a sausage off his plate before moving along. “This bull needs his pretty cowgirl here today.”

“And this cowgirl needs some new flowers.” She said, grabbing her bag with a smile. “We still have time later, I just need to get this done, Jack.”

Kissing his cheek as she passed by again, he couldn’t help it.

He’d barely spent time with her at all lately, Statesman keeping him too damn busy, and he just wanted one lazy day. 

They could buy flowers any other damn day of the week.

As she walked to the front door, he took his lasso from his jeans and with one expert throw, he had thrown the rope and loosely tightened it around her middle, making her stumble for a moment.

She turned around to him, raising an eyebrow while laughing.

“Jack, are you serious?” She made an attempt to take the rope off of her, but he only tightened it a little more with a smirk.

“You know I am, sugar.” Jack said, pulling her towards him.

She laughed, letting him pull her for a few steps before she walked away again, loosening the rope.

He could be so ridiculous sometimes, trying to catch her like their animals out on the ranch.

But he was quick, once again tightening it and pulling her in.

This went on a few times, until her arms were firmly at her sides and she giggled when he pulled her into his lap.

“Now, sugar, why do you think you can keep slippin’ away from me?” He asked, his southern drawl more present now and one of his hands wandering over her thigh.

She sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Baby, I really need to go out. We have all night and tomorrow as well.”

Jack chuckled, loosening the rope just a little bit, so she could move her arms. “Just admit you don’t wanna spend time with your favourite cowboy, darlin’.”

She wiggled free of the lasso, her hands cupping his cheeks before she kissed him.

He could be such a pouty idiot sometimes, trying to charm her with his big brown eyes. And usually it worked, but today she really wanted to make their ranch look prettier after such a bleary, grey winter.

“We both know that’s a lie, Jack. Just let me do this, please.” 

Getting up from his lap, the lasso fell to the floor. She went to leave again, stealing another sausage from his plate and walked away from him.

Oh, was he fed up seeing her walk off, gathering the rope in hand and preparing to throw it again.

Catching her, a giggle leaving her despite her annoyance and how tight he was already tying the lasso.

He got up, pulling her close as he walked towards her.

“Don’t walk away from me again or we’ll have to do somethin’ more about it.” Jack drawled, stepping close to her, hand on her waist.

Cocky smile on his face.

That admittedly had her feeling hot, the words sinking directly to her abdomen, making her groan in annoyance.

She could hardly ever resist his charm, and he was damn good at what he did.

He knew.

“Jack, seriously. I just wanna get the flowers and stuff, please.”

Unable to move much, she let him pull her closer by her waist, noses barely touching as he leaned in.

“Store’s still open tomorrow, sweetheart.”

She groaned again, the sound of protest swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her, still smiling.

He knew he had her, she was just too damn easy to catch, figuratively and literally.

Melting into him, she got an idea. If she just played along for a moment, she could possibly get him to let her go so she could bolt to the front door and out to her car.

She wanted to spend the day with him, but he knew how much she had been talking about redecorating things once spring rolled around. The way the farm looked just didn’t excite her that much anymore.

“Fine, I’ll stay.” She sighed when he pulled back. “Can you just untie me?”

He raised a brow at her. “Don’t you dare play some tricks with me, sugar. You know what’s gonna happen.”

Putting on her most innocent look, looking up at him with wide eyes, she made him chuckle. Jack probably knew what game she was playing, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of a game of cat and mouse.

He untied her, and for just a moment, he thought she actually wouldn’t do anything, just standing there, purse slung over her shoulder, still pouting.

But then a grin broke on her face, mischievous and daring, running to the front door as fast as her feet would let her.

Until she felt the thin rope around her again, this time painfully digging into her stomach as he pulled her back with such a force that made her lose her balance, purse falling to the ground as she stumbled backwards.

She inhaled sharply when she crashed into his solid chest, another chuckle rumbling through it as he took her wrists, tying the rope around it.

“C’mon, Jack!” She whined, struggling against his grasp but knowing it was fruitless. “You’re mean.”

“Really thought you could just outrun a cowboy with a lasso, sugar.” He laughed, kissing her neck, making her shiver. “Thank Christ you’re pretty.”

She scoffed, turning her head to look at him. “Now that's just fucking rude.”

Loosening the lasso around her body, he kept the grip on the knot between her wrists, manoeuvring her over to the sofa, laughing at her noises of protest, at the little huffs.

In reality, she was quite turned on by his talent with the rope, how he could throw his lasso and catch something moving even several feet away, how he knew so many knots.

It was really helpful sometimes, like right now, her will to go shopping overpowered by the will to stay here with him, have him tie her up some more and fuck her after.

“Sugar, how often do I gotta remind ya to stop swearin’ so much.” Jack said, stopping in front of the sofa, his fingers wrapping more rope around her arms into simple but effective ties.

“You remember the first word I ever said to you was ‘fuck’, right?” She laughed, humming when he tied the last knot, testing its strength briefly. “Don’t act so fucking surprised.”

Pushing her down onto the sofa by her shoulder, he laughed. “Yeah, I shouldn’t. Still love teachin’ you some manners.”

Staring up at him, she could feel the throbbing between her legs, pressing them together in search of some relief.

Pupils blown wide, she watched his hands move to his belt buckle, just resting them there.

Like he was teasing her, knowing what she wanted.

He smirked, seeing her squirm already, struggling to take her eyes off of his fingers.

“Where’s that mouth of yours gone, sugar?” Jack asked, tapping her cheek lightly wirh two fingers, her eyes snapping up to his. “You’re so quiet suddenly.”

All she could think about was how much she wanted him now, just the ties on her arms behind her back enough to let her forget about these damn flowerbeds.

“Jack, please.” She breathed, lips parted.

His fingers fumbled with the buckle a little, not opening it yet. Just teasing her some more as her eyes went down again, a desperate look on her face as she watched. 

It was adorable how she squirmed, moving her shoulders a little to alleviate the faint pain that was starting to set in, rubbing her thighs together to find friction.

How he could just play her right and she would turn into putty in his hands.

“Is she really that impatient and desperate?” He asked with raised brows, nodding down at her middle. “Bet it’s Niagara Falls already.”

“Fucking hell, Jack.” She groaned, his words annoying her as much as they turned her on.

As did the tapping he did on the buckle. Slow, gentle taps, driving her crazy.

“Think I gotta wash out your mouth a little.” He said, finally opening the buckle, so slowly that it felt like torture. “Though I’d argue it’s less of a punishment and more of a reward, ain’t that right, doll?”

She nodded, licking her lips.

“Of course you’d love that. Sometimes I forget just how much of a dirty girl you can be, always bein’ so sweet and batting your eyelashes at me when you ain’t running away.”

Opening the button on his jeans, he watched her shift closer, her head tilting back to look up at him with pleading eyes.

“And now you’re tryin’ to make me weak with your big, beautiful eyes.” He sighed, shaking his head a little. “You’re driving me crazy, woman.”

“Yet you love me.” She grinned, eyes moving back to his fingers, watching as he slowly opened his pants, taking out his already hard cock.

Surging forward, one of his hands came to rest on her shoulder, keeping her where she was. A whine of protest left her, seeing him so close, already leaking and an angry red, and not being able to take him into her mouth.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” Jack said, wrapping his other hand around the base of his dick, lightly tapping the head against her cheek a few times, smearing the precum into her skin. The whimper that caught in her throat made him laugh quietly. “First you don’t want to stay and now you’re cryin’ ‘cause you can’t have my dick?”

“C’mon, Jack, please.”

He shook his head, giving her cheek another tap.

Fuck, he felt so heavy.

“I think you’re bein’ ungrateful, darlin’.” Another tap, on the other side now. “Open your mouth, tongue out.”

She did as told, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue a little, hoping he would finally let her taste him.

But he simply tapped her tongue with the fat head of his dick, then let it rest there.

“Lookin’ real pretty like this, darlin’.” He said, smirking.

A mean smirk, loving the slow torture, feeling her tongue move slightly, shifting his hips forward just a little to give her hope before pulling back again with a laugh.

He tapped her tongue again, watching as some saliva dripped down the tip of it and onto her dark pants.

“Jack, please, know you wanna fuck my mouth.” She said, swallowing hard after she pulled her tongue back in.

“That’s what you want, darlin’.” Jack said, taking a small step back, noticing how her body flinched in protest. “I enjoy teasin’ you ‘til you cry for it.”

She whined in annoyance, stomping her foot weakly as she grew impatient.

“Now, sugar, stop throwin’ a damn temper tantrum and say thank you for once like a good girl.” He said, stepping closer again and pressing the tip of his dick against her lips. “If I hadn’t caught you like one of the bulls outside you’d be starin’ at peonies and hydrangeas instead of my dick right now.”

She hummed, opening her lips a little to let her tongue glide over the slit, tasting the salty precum and making him groan.

“Thank you, Jack.” Still annoyed that he was teasing her like this. Even though she probably deserved it for wanting to leave instead of staying with him the first day they had for themselves.

His fingers curled into her shoulder, raising a brow. He knew she only said that to get what she wanted, and he couldn’t believe that it worked, her soft lips just feeling too damn good on him.

“Now you’ve got some manners.” He huffed, watching as she took the tip into her mouth and sucked on it. “Don’t seem very grateful, though, doll.”

“But I am.” She said, voice a little muffled around the tip of his dick. “Your dick’s better than flowers.”

Her words made him laugh, shaking his head.

He let her take more into her mouth, moaning when she hollowed her cheeks, her tongue working against him, feeling the prominent vein running along the underside of his cock.

“That’s a good girl, knew you’d rather suck dick than buy some goddamn flowers.” He said, one hand wandering to the back of her head, just loosely gripping her hair but not guiding her. 

Jack pressed his hips forward into her mouth in time with her movements, keeping them shallow, denying her the entire length of him.

She hummed, looking up at him as she bobbed her head, watching the muscles of his jaw work, trying to take more into her mouth when his fingers curled into her hair, holding her back.

Her brows furrowed in a silent question, stopping for a moment.

“Darlin’, as much as I enjoy this, you don’t think I’ll stuff my dick down your throat as a thank you for runnin’ away.” He chuckled, his other hand coming up to stroke her cheek. “Let’s see, if you do a pretty job suckin’ me off, I might just forget all about you tryin’ to run away from me.”

Her eyes sparkled at the thought, wondering if he had something planned. She wouldn’t put it past him to deny her his dick inside of her if that meant he could see her squirm for a day or two.

“‘Course you’d love that, darlin’.”

Another hum, affirmative this time before she continued, making him groan.

What a pretty damn mouth she had, taking him in as far as he allowed her to, before pulling back and only teasing the tip of his dick with an almost devilish smile.

All while looking up at him with those big eyes, making him unravel faster than he wanted to, her wet mouth and talented tongue just too much to resist for long.

“Just like that, sugar. You’re too damn eager sometimes, cowgirl.”

He laughed and she would have joined in if she hadn’t been so focused on trying to make him cum, feeling him throb in her mouth, knowing he was close just by the groans and whimpers that left him. His furrowed brows, the way his hand pulled tightly on her head now, the sting making her feel even wetter in her pants.

She was sure she was soaking through them at this point.

His words only helped, spurring her on and she knew he held back, not wanting to give in to what she wanted, now that she had changed her mind after being so stubborn.

Jack couldn’t hold back any longer, right when she flicked her tongue over the sensitive head again, right over the slit, the first ropes of cum landing in her mouth before he pulled out with a hiss.

Painting her face with his cum, her eyes closing as she gasped, tongue sticking out to catch more of it with a smile.

Warm and sticky on her face, she wished she could use her hands to gather it and taste it all, swallowing the little she did catch with a satisfied hum before he guided the tip of his dick into her mouth again.

“My sweetheart is such a dirty thing.” He chuckled, catching his breath as he admired her face, the way she swirled her tongue around him before releasing it with a small pop. “But I’m still quite upset about you runnin’ away.”

She watched as he sat down next to her on the sofa, legs spread wide, dick softening. Patting his thigh, he looked at her with a raised brow.

“How’s your arms, sugar?” He asked as she shuffled closer to him, his hands reaching out to help her stand before unbuttoning her pants for her. “Still good?”

She nodded, swaying a little as he pulled down her pants, shaking his head with a soft laugh when he saw the wet patch on her underwear. 

“All good, feels nice.” She said quietly, whimpering when he pressed his thumb against her clothed clit, her eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, Jack-”

She needed him, right now. Her pussy aching for him as she stood there, one of his hands steadying her against her hip as the other pressed against her in small movements.

“All gushin’ for me, sweetheart.” He said, looking up at her as he continued, her shoulders moving against the restraints on her arms. “She must be aching.”

“Yes, Jack.” She whined, biting her lip. His touch wasn’t enough, she needed more from him. “Could you please-”

He removed his hand, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. A protesting whine left her, even as he helped her step out of her pants, then took off her boots as well.

“Sweetheart, stop complainin’.” He said, leaning back and guiding her to straddle his thigh, keeping his hands on her so she wouldn’t lose balance. “You’ll get what you want, but you gotta show me how much you wanna apologize for tryin’ to run away from me.”

She huffed, balancing herself on his thick thigh, the rough material pressing against her clit just right as she moved her hips just a little.

“You’re so hung up on that.” It was difficult to move without steadying herself with her hands, trusting him to keep her secure on his leg. “I just wanted to- Fuck!”

One of his hands raised to give her a sharp smack on her ass, enjoying her gasp before she hissed, looking down at him with narrowed eyes.

“Mouthin’ off when I got you all tied up for me, sugar.” He chuckled, smoothing his rough hand over the flesh. Her hips kept moving on his thigh, making her whimper and moan as she soaked him. “Did ya really think this was a good idea?”

She shook her head, concentrating on how good the denim felt against her clit, speeding up just a little.

“You’re soakin’ my thigh, darlin’. What a good girl you are.” Jack watched the dark spot on his jeans, right below where she kept moving back and forth. “Bet you’re achin’ for my cock?”

She nodded, licking her lips to try and gather some more of the cum still on her face.

Fuck, she looked beautiful like that, covered in his cum.

The sight made his dick twitch, coming to life already as he watched her ride his thigh, not holding back on her sweet sounds.

“I need you, Jack, please.” She moaned, hissing when another smack landed on the other ass cheek. “Please!”

He bounced his leg, unable to bite back the laugh that left him as she lost balance for a moment, getting caught by him before she fell backwards.

The sting hurt, but it quickly melted into a pleasurable pain, making her hum.

“Now ya need me suddenly.”

Her movements grew erratic, close to the edge, just needing a little more.

“Jack, can you just-”

She was cut off when he pushed two fingers into her mouth, pressing down onto her tongue as she stopped for just a moment, noises of surprise muffled around his thick fingers.

His other hand slapped her ass again, urging her to move, resting on her waist after to keep her steady.

“Can’t believe you got the nerve to ask me to do anything when you didn’t even want this in the first place.” Jack said, massaging her tongue as he moved his fingers in and out just a little bit, clearly enjoying her moans. “Not before you sucked my dick, anyways. Seriously, sugar, what were you thinkin’?”

Whatever she tried to respond was muffled, brows furrowed as she came closer and closer to the edge.

Then it hit her, when he bucked his leg up into her, grazing over her clit just right, crying out around his fingers as she came.

Gushing all over his jeans as she shook, forcing him to slip his fingers out of her mouth to steady her, head falling forward.

“There she is, my cowgirl showing she can ride.”

“Fuck- Jack, fuck!” She whimpered, her hips coming to a stop slowly. “Please, I need you.”

He chuckled, leaning up to kiss her.

Her arms flinched, wanting to move forward, wanting to touch him. The ache in her shoulders ever present but also feeling good, just like the sting on her ass.

“Not your flowers, darlin’?” He joked, reaching up to swipe a bit of his cum off of her cheek, pressing the finger against her lips.

She sucked it in eagerly, humming as she cleaned it off. Letting her tongue flick over the rough pad of his pointer finger.

“My sweet cowgirl.” He cooed, removing his finger from her mouth again. “Lookin’ so pretty covered in my cum.”

The words made her whimper, her mind putty at this point. All she wanted was his cock inside of her, looking at it resting against his belly, already hard again.

“Still good?” He asked, tugging at the rope tying her arms together, smiling when she nodded. “Good girl, I think you feel sorry enough for what you did.”

Jack helped her move off of his thigh, laying her on the sofa, cheek pressed into the soft cushions, ass in the air and her back arched.

Kneeling behind her, he smoothed his hands over the red marks he had caused, making her whine when he squeezed the soft flesh of her ass.

“Gotta tie you up properly again some day, sugar.” He said, pressing the fat head of his cock against her dripping entrance. “You look so sweet with some rope on you.”

She nodded, mind hazy as she pushed slightly back against him, earning another smack on her ass.

“Goddamn impatient, sweetheart.” He tsked, pulling her against him, entering her with one fluid motion as she cried out. “And so messy, too, pussy dripping and my cum smeared into the sofa.”

One hand wandered to the knots around her arms, the other staying on her hip, loving the way she looked in front of him, eyes screwed shut, desperate for him to move.

Slowly he started a rhythm, long but harsh strokes, letting her body move forward each time, pulling her back against him by the ropes.

“Ain’t this so much better than buying fuckin’ flowers, darlin’?” He asked through gritted teeth, her moans and whimpers growing louder. “My hard cock inside your tight, little pussy?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Won’t run away again.” She whimpered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.

Another slap, making her yelp.

The sting only helping to build her back up.

“Always so damn loud when you’re mouthin’ off, speak up, sugar.” His thrusts became harsher, losing his rhythm. “Can’t hear you over how fuckin’ wet you are for me.”

Becoming aware of the obscene sounds, it only turned her on more, thrusting back against him as well as she could.

“Won’t run away again.” She repeated, louder this time.

So damn close.

“Fuck me so well, Jack. Please!”

The hand on her hip wandered down over her stomach, finding her clit. She clenched around him hard when he began to rub tight circles into it, watching her mouth fall open, one of her eyes opening to look back at him.

With such a lust and desperation in her eyes, it was enough to push him over, coming with a loud groan as his hips met her ass one, two more times before stilling.

Taking her with him, her pussy pulsing around him as she came again, burying her face in the sofa to muffle her moans, tears spilling over.

His fingers on her clit too much combined with his cock inside of her, her legs shaking violently.

“That’s my girl, damn, you did well.” He breathed after a few moments, removing his fingers from her clit before his hands smoothed over her sides and over the skin he could reach on her back.

At this point, the pain did become uncomfortable, wiggling her fingers, feeling how cold they were.

“Untie me, please.” She said, resting on her cheek again to look back at him. “Hurts a little.”

Too exhausted to form full sentences, mind swimming.

She felt him carefully untie her, relieved when she could move her arms again, stretching them in front of her.

Jack slowly pulled out, leaning back to watch his cum dribble out of her, onto the sofa.

“Gonna have to look for a new sofa too, darlin’.” He chuckled.

The sight made him groan, hands smoothing over her ass again as she carefully laid down on her side.

Exhausted, gathering her breath.

“Thanks, Jack.” She said, one of her hands finding his and squeezing it. So warm compared to hers still, tingling as blood started flowing through it again. “Better than flowers.”

He squeezed back, her fingers so delicate in his palm.

“Gonna draw us a bath, what d’you think, darlin’?” He asked, watching her face light up. “Gotta get you cleaned up, as much as I love to see my favourite cowgirl get messy.”

She laughed, nodding.

“‘M your only cowgirl.” She mumbled as she watched him get up, grabbing a blanket to cover her body with.

Promising to be right back, he brushed some hair from her forehead before he left, leaving her on the sofa.

This definitely was better than flowers.

They could wait a day or two more. Maybe even a whole week if he kept tying her up like this, catching her with his lasso.

So much better than flowers.

#jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey imagine #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal imagine #kingsman #kingsman golden circle #my writing

[bruciemilf]

What if Alred was Thomas Wayne's body guard but Thomas was too busy with med school to take care of himself so Alred started cooking and cleaning for him and made sure he was a functional human being. When Martha came along they both fell for her then slowly for each other until something happens and they're all in love and happy with each other. Sadly Martha is just as "bad at being a functional human being™" as Thomas. Alfred assigns himself as the butler even though he's the grand embodiment of a house husband and when Bruce comes along he realises that Bruce got double the "bad at being a functional human being™" from his parents but he loves his son no matter how hopeless he is.

AAAAAA, okay. So, I forsee some heat in the near future for this take, but. The Waynes, -- or at LEAST Thomas, -- being southern on some form. You think that means easing their gothic roots? FOOL.

It just means that Thomas Wayne most definetly walked out with a tall, black rodeo hat, covered in sparkles, shimmering from head to toe, and somehow rizzed up a former british intelligence member.

Martha and Alfred are the freaks here tho; for instantly melting for a man who uses "ya'll".

Also; Imagine being Clark Kent, snarkily saying " bless your heart" to Batman, and that motherfucker doesn't miss a beat before saying. " It's blessed enough, sweetheart" in a Georgia drawl. I'd kill myself.

#bruce wayne #thomas wayne #dc #dc comics #alfred pennyworth #pennywaynes #clark kent

[potofstewie]

Cowboy

The Lowdown: Yer cowboy has been working hard at his Rodeo Competitions so It's only fair to reward him for a job well done.

The things to know: AFAB! Reader, oral (m. recieving), cowboy, creampie, praise praise and more praise, swears, petnames, breeding kink, reiner being the beefy cowboy he is, dom! Reiner, encouragement (take a shot every time you read the word "yer")

Pairing: Cowboy!Reiner x Black f!Reader

W/C: 2.4K

A/N: I had a cowboy Reiner fic that was originally supposed to be a surprise for @chrollohearttags cause to me she's the head honcho for all things Country!Reiner and I wanted to dedicate a lil sumn sumn for her enjoyment but the brainrot got too strong and I told her lmao. I tried to write this as country as I could so hope y'all enjoy!

THIS JUMPS STRAIGHT INTO THE SMUT SO EVERYTHING IS UNDER THE CUT AS A PRECAUTION

“There you go, Darlin’. Nice and easy..that’s it.” With a soft gag, your mouth finally reached the base of Reiner’s dick, nose brushing against his dark fuzz. A deep groan resounded in his chest as you moved your head, taking him all to the best of your abilities. His large, work worn hands grabbed the back of your head and moved you faster, soft gags leaving your pretty and fucked out throat. “That’s my baby..” Another groan left Reiner’s lips as your acrylic nails lightly grazed his thighs, the light touch sending shockwaves into his body and causing him to slightly lean back on the bed. 

He loved it when his sweet girl rewarded him for a job well done after every rodeo. Every time he would compete he’d always wear that black cowboy hat you loved so much and would always snatch a gloss covered goodluck kiss from you right before getting out there. That’s how y’all met in the first place; at one of his rodeo competitions when he was about to take his turn in steer wrestling but started late once he saw you looking at him with those hypnotic eyes. He could’ve lost because of you but no matter how many times he thought back on it, he would lose a million rounds if it meant he could even stand next to you, two million for you to say hi to him. 

For you, something about seeing such a burly man kick up the dirt as he held onto the horns of a running bull for dear life and seeing him turn it on its back did something to you. Especially when he’d get up, covered in dirt and send a lil wink your way, a giant grin decorating his sweaty face. To the other ladies in the roaring crowd, they all swooned and screamed to high heaven anytime he was eyeing the crowd, hoping and praying that he’d cast a smile or loving gaze their way. But little did they know, all that sweet smilin’ , winkin’ and even cheesy blown kisses were all aimed on you. 

You loved all the aspects of this cowboy, but seeing him in action added a lil something extra to your love. The way he lifted hay bales with ease, how he always looked good even when dirt or mud covered him. How the veins and muscles of his arms flexed and bulged anytime he lassoed a loose bull, concentration and furrowed brows on his face. All that and more had a hold on you something fierce. But those things hit you even harder whenever you two got intimate after a successful Rodeo. It was a ritual at this point and you both loved it.

“Look at me, sugar.” Obeying the command that was drenched in his honey coated Texan Drawl, you gazed up at your cowboy through tear heavy lashes; muscled and hairy chest heaving with every groan and grunt that he gave out, nonverbal praises that made your pussy flutter. A sly smile was present on his reddened face, his black cowboy hat sitting neatly on his head. “There’s those pretty eyes I love so much. You look so perfect right now, baby, I love it.” With a soft push to your head, your mouth met with his pelvis bone once more, his hands keeping you there for a few seconds before easing up on you. “Good girl, doing so well fer me. You always know how to treat me right fer a job well done..” A soft hum in agreement left your throat as you felt your pussy throb at his saccharine words. 

With a soft pop, your sweet cowboy released himself from your warm and inviting mouth; libidinous hazel eyes watching the sticky mix of spit and precum slowly travel down your chin. You released a satisfied hum as you wiped your lips with your thumb before licking it, big doe eyes not once leaving Reiner’s face. Your cowboy ran a rugged hand down his face, absolutely enchanted by your gaze and the lewd act you did. No words were necessary on what he wanted to do next, a flash of determination on his flushed face was all you needed to see to rise up from your kneeled position. 

Straddling him, Reiner’s pink lips crashed into your two-toned ones with fervor as his rough hands kneaded your plump ass and positioned you right where he wanted you. A sweet moan escaped your lips as you felt his leaking tip slowly enter you, your warm cunt inviting him eagerly despite the tight squeeze. “Fuck Rei…s’too big for me..” You whined softly while his hands squeezed your waist, pulling you down gently. No matter how many times y’all fucked, you could never get used to his size; his thick and veiny dick always made it feel like your first time. 

“You can do it baby, I know you can.” Taking his hat off and placing it on your head, another grunt left his mouth as he tried to keep himself under control, your tight grip on his cock practically urging him to thrust wildly upwards. Even though his lifestyle as a cowboy called for him to be aggressive and strong majority of the time, Reiner can’t help but be absolutely gentle with you as if he was handling delicate flowers. In the world of rodeos and farming, you were the only source of gentleness that he craved.  “Always doin’ right by yer cowboy..” And with his last word Reiner released a low moan as you finally took him in all in, cock twitching at the enveloping warmth and the soft whine that escaped your plump lips. 

Scooting back on the bed and laying down, the cowboy’s burly arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer, lips instantly attaching to yours as he slowly thrusted upwards. Soft moans that left you were timed with each deep thrust, your pussy gradually getting used to his size. “Always cheerin’ me on at my Rodeos..wearing that cute pink hat I got fer you, fuck...you know how to treat a man, right mamas?” His deep and sultry words felt as though they were seeping through your skin and traveling down to your pussy, a tightening grip on his cock being a nonverbal answer to his words.

“Mmmnh, Reiii I- Ah!” Your whine was sharply interrupted as you felt Reiner’s hips snap up with force, his tip kissing your cervix. With a tighter hold on your waist, he pistoned his cock into your dripping pussy, your cream coating his length in a matter of seconds. Your once soft mewls escalated into loud gasps and moans as the noisy claps of your ass meeting his skin filled the air. Holding onto his chest for dear life, you couldn’t help but let your mind turn into mush with every powerful thrust your cowboy rewarded you with. The squelching of your stretched out pussy did nothing but encourage your cowboy further, his hazel eyes not once leaving your face and drinking in your fucked out expression; an agape mouth and furrowed brows decorating your beautiful face. 

“Shit mama, yer makin’ a mess on my dick..You feel good ridin’ yer cowboy?” Reiner’s tantalizing voice that you loved so much called out to you and you tried your damnedest to answer but your voice was pushed out of you with every bruising kiss his cock gave to your cervix. A sharp slap was gifted to your ricocheting ass evoking a yelp from you before you felt a calloused hand rub the now sensitive spot. “Answer me baby..tell papa how yer feelin’..” A deep moan left your burly cowboy as he squished your heated cheeks to focus your lustful gaze on him, his free arm holding you with an iron grip keeping you in place. 

“Feelsh sh’good papa..got me creamin’ for you..” You let out with a sugary sweet whine that melted your sturdy man to the core. Pleased with your slurred answer, he let go of your face and slapped your ass once more sending a shock through your body. 

“Damn baby, yer pussy feels so good taking me in like this..o-oh shit..” The cowboy let out a choked moan escape him as he reveled in how good his dick felt being squeezed by the tight confines of your gaping cunt. You didn’t know how much more you could take, your tear-blurred vision gaining black spots as you felt your orgasm approaching steadfast. With Reiner’s hands snaking their way down to your ass to spread your cheeks apart, you found your opening and sat up slightly; acrylic nails digging into his chest as you held on for dear life. Keeping his fast and aggressive tempo, Reiner could tell from your screwed shut eyes that you were close. 

“C’mon sugar, don’t close ‘em..I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum all over this dick..” His smooth like whiskey voice had a vice grip on you as you opened your eyes as best as you could, your lids only peeling back halfway causing you to bask in all that man’s glory; hair sticking to his forehead and that ever so sly smirk plastered on his face. “There you are, pretty..” With a choked gasp, you felt him reward you with another sharp thrust; your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but your ravenous need to feel him fill you up to the brim with his hot and sticky cum. 

“O-oh fuck, Daddy..’M gonna- ahh..you’re gonna make me c-cum!” Your declaration ended in a halted moan as your big cowboy watched with pride as your brown eyes rolled back into your head. You could feel your intense orgasm shoot out like a bronco leaving its pen. Your manicured nails dug deeper into his haired chest as the invigorating feeling washed over you tenfold. “Fuck! Reii!”  You panted heavily through your lips. Fucking you through your orgasm, Reiner soaked up the loud whines your throat released. He welcomed the spasms both your body and sweet pussy gave to him, pushing him closer to the sweet edge. 

“That’s it darlin’ just keep cumming on that dick..” Words of encouragement engulfed your heated ears as Reiner’s thrusts became harder and sloppier, his own release building up for departure. “Yer gonna make daddy cum all in yer pussy..you want that mama? You wanna get filled up? Wanna carry my f-fuucking kids?” Still reeling from your orgasm you lolled your head in quick nods, his words sending shocks of excitement to your abused pussy. “Gonna look so fuckin’ good with them tits filled with milk..gonna make you look so good, s-shit y/n..”

As if a coil snapped within him, your cowboy’s hips finally stilled as the thick white ropes of his cum painted every bit of your walls; a loud, guttural groan rumbling from his muscled chest as he sloppily thrusted a few more times, trying his hardest to milk every last drop from his heavy balls while also trying to keep every single drop from leaking out. After one last deep thrust, Reiner panted heavily, hazel eyes unfocusing on the ceiling. 

Giving out a slow, sensual groan you leaned down and peppered your cowboy’s neck in hot, syrupy kisses; nipping on his bobbing Adam’s Apple as he heaved for air. “Fuck baby..” His words vibrated your lips as you gave him a small hum, his rough hands traveling up and down your smooth brown back. Chuckling, he fixed his lopsided hat on your head, a small smile gracing your lips at the sweet and tender action. 

“You look so sexy with my hat on. I should make you wear it more often.” He mused softly as you rubbed his chest, delicate fingers running over the crescent marks you left. You lifted your tender ass, feeling a sliver of cum leak out from you. Your cowboy sighed a soft moan at your readjusting, hands resting on your ass as you sat back down with the length of his cock nestled in your folds.

“Mm, you think so muffin?” You said slowly, mimicking his Drawl and moving your hips back and forth with one hand on his hat as if you were bull riding. A low whine came out of Reiner’s mouth as he furrowed his eyebrows, his cream covered dick hungry for another round. 

“Shit..yeah baby..” He confirmed with a low grunt as your sensitive clit glided over his dick. A sweet moan escaped you as you felt your bundle of nerves shock you with more waves of bliss as you kept riding your cowboy. Nothing but soft moans and lewd squelching filled the room as you continued to rub his cock; his swollen tip sometimes poking inside you again causing pleasure filled groans to leave your throat. “Don’t stop..shit..keep ridin’ daddy like a good cowgirl..” One of his rough hands caged your hand that was still on his chest, the other hand firmly grabbing your waist. 

With you both feeling near painful sensitivity, your orgasms creeped up faster this time, matching your picked up pace. Reiner cupped both of your breasts as he felt his cock twitch with the oncoming release. “Fuuck y/n..I’m so close baby, keep going..shit..” You released a saccharine moan as you soaked in his dirty words, your clit throbbing in response. 

“Mm, me t-too Rei..you’re gonna make me c-cum again..” You whined as his thumbs rolled and pinched your hardened nipples, your mind once more turning into lust drenched mush. With another roll of your hips, your shared orgasms finally arrived with forceful moans; his nut decorating your folds and his pelvis as you contracted on his messy, cream covered dick. 

“Right there darlin’, your pussy feels so good doing that on me..” He said softly as you rode out your high, fatigue starting to settle in your bones. “C’mere mama, you done mighty fine by me..” Being lassoed by his honey covered drawl, you leaned down and sloppily kissed him, lips grazing over the stubble on his face. Putting his hat to the side, his hands traveled from the small curls on your neck down to the small of your back, fingers lightly grazing your skin the entire time. With a soft, wet smack your lips separated with a string of saliva between them. 

“Y’know I love it when you do well by me, right ma?” He said softly as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat. You giggled softly and nodded as you felt your cowboy’s big arms wrap around you, giving your torso a light squeeze with his words. “Relax for a moment cause in a bit your cowboy wants to go again, ya heard?” 

“I heard you loud an’ clear, Cowboy.”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[femmeslashed]

Horseback

Maggie Greene x F!Reader

Content/Warnings: Explicit (18+) Smut, Sex toys. Word Count: 1k

When Maggie asked you to take a ride to town for supplies, you figured she meant in a car. Or any vehicle. There are plenty of vehicles lying around in the farm. But of course the farmer's daughter had to take a horse, which you've never ridden before so, instead of taking two, she coaxed you to just ride along with her on her horse. She also promised to teach you another day. 

The sun shines bright hot above your hat. You're seated behind her, as Rodeo steadily trots along the pavement. Your hands are secured around her waist. You can feel the heat of her body behind the thin fabric of her shirt. Along her exposed nape, drops of sweat trail down and all you want to do is stick out your tongue and lick them. Only Maggie knows how to make a girl forget how fucked up the world is. 

You place your chin in the crook of her neck instead, and she glances at you briefly with a smile plastered all over her face. 

“Told you, you'd like it, sweetheart,” she drawls. 

“I don't know… My legs are starting to hurt.”

“That's what you said the other day too when you were straddling my thigh.”

“I guess I'll have to get used to it.”

You both laugh as Maggie pulls on the reins to have Rodeo stopping in front of the pharmacy. She secures the horse reins to one of the columns upfront while you instinctively glance around the ghost town, hoping there'll be no surprise attacks on this beautiful day.

You make your way inside and slowly check out the shelves with a list in hand to pick up only what you need. 

“Are you good here on your own?” Asks Maggie. 

“Yeah, I can handle myself. Why? Where are you going?” 

“I wanna check out something at the dollar store. It's right around the corner.”

“I'll go with you. There's no need to split.”

“No, we'll finish faster this way.”

“Okay, just be careful.”

“I can handle myself too, hon.” She lifts the brim of her hat and leans forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips. “I won't be long. I promise.”

You smile at her as she walks out the door. You observe her through as she disappears to the side and goes back to the task at hand. You find almost everything that was written in the list and put it in your pack. Then you go around the counter to see if there's something else you can take and find a pack of mints at the bottom. Unopened. You grab that for yourself and pop one into your mouth while you wait for her outside. 

“Should we check on her, Rodeo?” you pet his fuzzy head and wait a couple of minutes before seeing her turn the corner. 

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

Her face splits into a smirk, “yeah, I did.”

“What is it?” 

“It's a… Surprise. You'll have to wait till later.”

Though you're really curious to know, you acquiesce and hop back on the horse just like before. 

It takes a few hours from the time you return to the farm until you’re all alone again. Maggie tells you to wait for her in her room. You freshen yourself up and rid your body of clothes, leaving on just a pair of panties and tank top. Maggie does the same when she finally sets foot in the room. She secures the lock and excitedly tells you to close your eyes and lay back on the bed.

You feel her form shifting over you, placing a couple of kisses here and there on your stomach before slowly taking your underwear off.

Opening one eye, you smile and she catches you.

“Shh, said close your eyes, baby. You’re about to find out.”

Letting out a sigh, you obey and wait in anticipation to see what she had planned. A beat after, you feel something hard and round pressing at the juncture of your hips.

“Guess what it is.”

“A… hairbrush handle?”

“Close.”

“A microphone?”

“It looks like it, but it’s not that. C’mon, you can tell.”

“I… I’m not sure…”

The object starts softly vibrating against your folds.

“What about now?”

“Oh,” your eyes flick open. “That.”

“That indeed.” Maggie smirks. She’s shifted on the bed and now is lying beside you while her hand gently handles the purple vibrator.

“Where did you find that?”

“The dollar store. It used to be a pickup point. Figure people send shit there that they didn’t want to be delivered home. I check a ton of boxes and jackpot. Got a couple more interesting things we could try later.”

“Hmm,” you listen to her as your folds collect the arousal from the mind-numbing vibration of the toy. 

“You like that huh?” She smiles against the corner of your lips as she sets a faster vibration. “Gonna have so much fun with you.”

You grab her forearm as she captures your mouth letting you float into a cloud of pleasure that gets gradually more intense as the tip of the vibrator gingerly moves into your opening.

Maggie tongue swirls in your mouth as the toy goes in and out slowly. You feel it hit right on your g-spot making you moan in her mouth.

AS the speed rises your body squirms on the mattress as your breathing falters.

“Mags, I’m gonna… fuck…” your back arches as you grind against the hard surface of the toy.

“I know baby, come for me.” She pulls the hem of your tank top down to uncover your chest, and heads down to suck on your nipple while you reach the final stretch home. 

Your eyes close as your legs start trembling and all of a sudden you're taken away by the powerful vibration of your own orgasm.

“Please, stop,” you wiggle away from the toy as it becomes too much to handle.

“Shh, shh, it’s off. It’s off…” Maggie carefully takes it away as all your juices drip all over her linens.

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[shockinglysubmissive]

Cowboy Hat

Taishiro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, cream pie

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It was humid, and the stench of sweat was all around you. But none of that mattered. All you cared about was watching the ‘Masked Cowboy’ ride a bull. Quickly rising in popularity for never revealing his face, being 7 feet tall, and being one of the greatest bull riders, everyone wanted to either be him, or be under him. And you were no exception. But you had something no one else did.

It had been about 5 years since you had returned to your hometown, but nothing had changed. Especially not your lovable giant best friend, and long time crush, Taishiro. The two of you had kept in touch while you were gone, but it had slowly fizzled out over the last year as he got busy with something he wouldn’t tell you. Around the same time, you had seen an up and coming bull rider from your hometown, who had an eerily similar build to your large friend. You had your suspicions, but nothing was ever confirmed, especially not by him.

When you heard that there was a rodeo at the same time you were on vacation from work, you just had to make a trip to confirm what you already knew deep down.

“Tai, Hey. I know this is the second voicemail I am leaving today. I just wanted to let you know I made it home. Would you maybe want to catch the rodeo together?” You offer to the machine. As you hang up, you kick the comfortable plane shoes you were wearing off for some older beaten up shoes that could survive the mud and dirt around you. It doesn’t take long before your phone is ringing.

“Hey! I’m so glad you are back. I can’t make it to the rodeo tonight. But maybe we could grab some breakfast in the morning?” Taishiro’s southern drawl makes you smile.

“That sounds good. It’s a shame you can’t make it though. Now I am going to be all alone in the crowd.” You sigh softly, hoping to crack his mask and have him reveal something.

“Stay safe alright? If any drunk guy gets all handsy, you let me know, got it?” He says simply, not giving you what you wanted.

“Of course I will be safe. I did grow up here, I learned how to handle myself, remember?” You tease, walking around your family farm. “Hey. The reception is getting bad. I will swing by your place in the morning for breakfast, sound good?” You ask, hearing the crinkling of static before a slightly broken ‘Yeah’ breaks through.

-

You push through the stands, stepping over discarded trash. The bench was disgusting, but most people were standing anyway, so you joined them. Groups of women whisper about the things they would do given the chance to be with the masked man. You can’t help but roll your eyes, knowing if your suspicion was correct, you would be the one living those dreams.

Other riders take their turns, but it is the final rider that peaks your excitement.

The cowboy hat on his head attempts to cover the mess of blonde hair, and a black mask covers most of his face. Golden eyes, and a charming smile are all you can see. But you would recognize that smile anywhere. It has been in your dreams since you were a teenager. The muscles in his arm flex as he keeps himself steady, his body rolling and reacting to the way the bull bucks. Your eyes stay trained on his body, and the way he seems to know exactly how the bull will buck and prepare for it.

The event finally ends and you follow the swarm of women to where you assume the masked rider is. His back is to you and he is leaning down to talk to a woman, shaking his head.

“Sorry, Miss. I don’t drink, so I will pass on beers in the field. You stay safe though. I heard the tics are viscous right now.” He politely declines, eyes darting around trying to find a break from the growing group.

Making your move, you lunge and grab the hat off his head, placing it on your own as he looks to see who it was.

“Hey… Give that-” His tongue fumbles over itself when he sees you, as beautiful as ever, wearing his hat. His cowboy hat.

The hat is damp with his sweat, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. “What? Does it not look good on me? Have I turned too much into a city girl?” You fake confusion, knowing the real reason his words failed him.

“Course it looks good on you, darling.” He swallows hard as his eyes scan every inch of you, trying to look respectfully as he practically undresses you with his eyes. “Just… you remember the saying. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

“Oh I remember. Why do you think I grabbed it? Had to make sure I was the one going home with you.” You wink.

-

After giving his hat back and breaking away from the crowd, you end up in the bed of his truck, looking at the stars.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asks bashfully, large arms wrapping around your torso to hug you to his chest.

“Is that a joke? Tai, you are the only 7 foot tall man in this town. Plus, that smile. I could never forget that smile.” You look up at him with a smile, reveling in the way the moon lights his face. “At first, when you started distancing yourself, I thought you had found a girl.”

“Told you, I would wait forever for you to come back to me. And you did. I just didn’t want you worrying about me while you were off at college. So I didn’t tell you about my training, or interest in bull riding.” His voice is soft, and you can feel the rumbling in his chest as he speaks. A comfortable silence falls between you both.

"Seeing you again… was a shock in a good way. You look even more beautiful than I remembered… and in my hat… could've stopped my heart." He speaks again after a few minutes. You trace the curved brim and bite your lip.

"I do owe you still, I mean, I was wearing your hat, but I never rode the cowboy." Your face heats up feeling his body stiffen behind you. "Unless you want to put that off until tomorrow. You must be sore and tired after earlier."

Strong arms turn you to face his chest. "I've been waiting for the day I would get to see you above me like that. But I'll warn you, I'll be leaving you far more tired and sore than I am." He laughs softly and moves you to straddle his lap. His large hands easily manage to work your pants off, pressing a calloused palm over the curve of your pussy. "Let me warm you up. I don't want to rush into this and you don't enjoy yourself."

His index and ring finger spread your lips, allowing his middle finger to circle directly over your clit. Golden eyes read your every move, analyzing just how much pressure to use to make your eyes flutter shut. His middle finger dips down to gather your slick to make the glide over your clit even smoother.

"Does this feel good?" His question dripping with the need of validation, wanting nothing more in this moment than to make you feel good. His free hand kneads the flesh of your ass, letting his large fingers dig in hard enough that it will leave a bruise.

"So good." You bury your face in the crook of his neck, grinding against his hand. Your hands grip the front of his shirt as he works you slowly towards the edge. Moans fall from your lips, along with praises of how amazing he is making you feel. You expect him to pull his hand away, but to your surprise, he is slipping a finger into your twitching hole.

"We aren't done yet, darling. That was just to get you nice and wet for me. Now I need to make sure this tight hole will be able to take me." His voice is soft in your ear. Slowly, he adds a second finger, curling them up towards your pelvic bone. When his fingers find that spot inside you, you turn to putty in his hands. "That's it. Just relax. You're opening up so well. And do you hear how wet you are? It's fucking sexy."

His praises bury themselves deep in your mind, spreading throughout your entire body and giving you a fuzzy happiness. The hand not working you towards another orgasm trails up your spine. It roams your back, rubbing circles over tense muscles.

"I'm gonna make you cum on my hand, then on my cock. Think you can handle it? 3 times in a row can be a little much." His voice pulls your attention back to his face. Head tilted slightly to look at you, a loving smile spread across his face.

"For you, I can handle anything. I want it all." You assure him, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. "Just like that Taishiro~"

It takes everything in his power not to cum from the sound of his name being moaned by you. He keeps working his fingers inside you as your second orgasm floods through your body. Swallowing hard, he finally caves, letting his lips crash against yours. After your initial surprise, you quickly give in to the kiss, letting his tongue explore yours.

When you come down from your high, he removes his hand from your dripping cunt, lifting his hand to his mouth to get a taste of you. From just one taste, he is hooked, knowing he will never be truly happy without you and your pussy in his life. He couldn't help the groan that rumbles deep in his chest from the way you taste.

You don't know why, but you have an overwhelming urge to kiss him and taste your cum on his lips. One of your hands moves to glide through his messy hair, some of the soft strands clinging to his forehead. Once you are able to focus, you shift off his lap, pushing his shirt up and doing your best to free his erection from his jeans.

He lifts himself up and tugs the fabric down, finally releasing his neglected cock. The slight breeze catches his precum soaked tip causing him to moan. You sit back on your heels and look down at him. Enthralled by the sight before you, you allow yourself a few moments to just look.

His body was toned from years of manual labor, and his skin stretched smoothly over the muscles. Blonde curls stick to his forehead, and his golden eyes hidden by half closed lids. His dick, now resting against his stomach, matches the rest of his body. Well above average size, and oh so pretty to look at.

"You can touch me. You don't have to just stare." He teases lightly, seeing the wide eyed stare you were giving him.

Your face flushes slightly, leaning forward, your fingers wrap around the shaft. He was heavy and warm in your hand, giving a comforting sensation. Giving him a few slow pumps, you move to hover over him. Brushing his tip between your folds, you let your slick lube him up. With each forward glide, his tip nudges your sensitive clit and makes you shudder. Once adequately covered in your slick, you start the challenge of fitting him deep within you.

"Go slow, darling. Don't want you to hurt yourself, and I'll feel good as long as you're touching me." His strong hands hold your waist, preventing you from dropping down too quickly. "Nice and slow." As you take all of him, his eyes drop down to your stomach, seeing the bulge of his tip pushing deep against your insides.

Your eyes squeeze shut, hands resting on his shoulders as you start with subtle movements. His tip kisses your cervix as you lean forward against his chest. A frown appears when you feel one of his hands leave your back. Before you can react, his cowboy hat is being placed on your head.

"You were missing the hat. It really looks good on you. Now I'll be remembering this image every time I put it on." He smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist again. With his arms around you, he half guides your movements.

"Taishiro~. You feel so good." Your walls tighten around him, trying to pull him back in each time you lift off of him. Gaining confidence, you grind against him as you fuck yourself on him.

"Keep moaning my name. I could cum from just the sound of that alone. Love hearing how it is me making you moan like that." His voice waivers slightly as the heels of his boots dig into the hard plastic of his truck bed. It takes serious effort to not grip you tightly as he nears his release, fearing if he does, he will hurt you.

"Fuck~ I'm going to cum so hard, Tai." You moan against his shoulder, feeling an intense orgasm building within you. "I want to feel your cum dripping out of me." Looking up at him with begging eyes, it would be cruel for him to deny such a request.

His breathing turns to short, shallow pants as he hugs onto you for support. Your orgasm tears through you, catapulting him over the edge. His body goes rigid and his eyes roll back. He wasn't sure if the stars he was seeing were the ones in the sky, or from the most earth moving orgasm he has ever had.

You set a hand on his cheek, placing gentle kisses on the corner of his mouth. "Can we do this every time I wear your hat?" You ask softly.

"We can do this whenever you want." He smiles lovingly at you, coming back to his senses as he gently lifts you off of his softening cock. Using gentle movements, he tucks himself back into his pants and eases your clothing back on you. Once dressed again, he pulls you to lay on his chest.

You both lay in peaceful silence for a few minutes. "Taishiro… I love you." You mumble, only half awake and listening to the beating of his heart.

"I love you too darling."

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