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send you away, major gale cleven
pairing: major gale cleven (masters of the air) x black fem oc (eden marie cleven)
content: eden is anxious about having to be separated from her husband when he reveals that he has to serve in England.
an: I was burnt out from writing elvis content, but, now we're on masters of the air content, yay!
“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta go.” His voice was a song sung by an old church choir; soothing, warm like her mama’s hugs, then it got disruptive. Like the snares of the drums as the song reached a climax. “They need us in England.”
The pained look on her face would be engrained in his mind forever. There would be no way for him to forget it. Her thick eyebrows eat in a deep frown, pushing the rest of her features further down. Her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, glistened with tears. She refused to blink. The gentle rivers would transition to monstrous waterfalls with no dam to keep them at bay. And her lips, full and swollen from tender kisses, quivered as she clenched her jaw to keep her composure.
“For how long?” Her voice was quiet. Gale sighed heavily and ran a heavy hand through his hair. If he had an answer, he’d give it to her. But, his silence spoke loud enough. She hummed and brushed his hand off her lap and began to trudge upstairs. A defeated sigh came from him.
“E,” Gale called out. He followed her up the wooden steps. “Eden!”
His large hand palmed their bedroom door that threatened to push him out. The lamp on her side of the bed was on, the blankets on the left side were pulled back, and she stood in front of the mounted mirror brushing her freshly pressed hair. Her sad expression had morphed into one like stone. He could see her jaw tick as each second passed.
Gale took slow steps toward her. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Her husband, whom she’d only been married to for six months, was being shipped off to England to assist them in bringing down Germany. How coulde she not be upset?
Gale stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His advances didn’t keep her from wrapping her hair and tossing her satin scarf around her head. He leaned down, nose brushing against the shell of her ear. Eden’s breath hitched. His lips followed, pecking at the sensitive area below her ear. He pulled at her skin with his teeth and she whimpered softly, her hand falling on top of his. “Gale…” A warning.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “Please.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after some time. “I knew what I got into when I married you but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared, Gale!” Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. So big and blue, they were. Filled with sympathy and remorse.
“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, but still! I gotta send my husband away and I don’t want to think about the day where someone could knock on the door telling me--”
Gale shushed her softly and pressed her body against his in a tight embrace. His warm hand gripped her chin and tapped softly. She met his eyes. “So let’s not think about that. I leave in three weeks. We’re gonna focus on making these three weeks worthwhile, and we’ll cross the other bridge when we get to it. But I’ll always be with you one way or another, you know that, darlin’. You do know that, don’t you?”
Eden nodded. Gale raised an eyebrow. “I know, baby.”
Gale hummed and drew invisible lines along the bare skin other thigh. The lace of her slip tickled her leg. His hand inched up slowly. “How about we practice for that final send off?”
Eden smiled knowingly and broke away from him, peeling the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders her bare body on display. “C’mon, we’ve got all night.”
All night indeed.
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can I call you rose? major john "bucky" egan (masters of the air) x black fem oc (amelia egan)
content: a flashback to one of the first interactions of bucky and amelia. inspired by the song, "can I call you rose?" by thee sacred souls.
an: I've been on a writing kick lately. bask in it now before I go back into hibernation lololol. on a serious note, this was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it.
Local pubs were common safehouses for the men of the 100th. A place where they shed their military prowess at the door and cloak themselves in normalcy for a few hours.
Over 40 men crowded the dark pub; drinking, singing, and conversing joyously between themselves and the women scattered throughout. His eyes scanned around the room. Gale was whispering in the ear of a pretty blonde, who giggled like a school girl and Curt was dancing in the corner with a brunette with a gentle gaze. He chuckled to himself and knocked back the remainder of his drink.
John clenched his jaw and pushed himself off the rickety old couch. He whistled a soft tune as he trudged toward the bar. He's been disciplined (somewhat), having only drank two glasses. Gale would be so proud.
"What can I get for you?" asked the person behind the bar. Her back was turned to him, which made him scoff in amusement.
"Eyes in the back of your head?" John dropped his glass against the countertops. Her shoulders hook in amusement. She turned and pressed her forearms against the counter. John's eyebrow raised in interest.
"Something like that." Her dark eyes fell to the pins and badge against his chest. "What are you drinking, Major?"
"Whiskey." She plucked the glass from his lingering fingertips and refilled the glasses. His gaze was on her as she floated behind the bar with ease. It wasn't completely rare to see a woman bartending, but it was surely uncommon, nonetheless.
She looked damn good doing it, too. Her dark, pressed hair was tied back by a baby blue bandana, showcasing her beautiful features. She wore black tailored pants that complimented her figure and a black sweater. Her manicured nails clicked against the glass as she dropped it into his awaiting palm.
"Here ya go. Enjoy, Major."
He winced. That aspect of him was shed at the door. "John." His correction was gentle, but she heard the stern understones.
"Is that appropriate?" She questioned.
He shrugged and took a small sip of his drink. "It is because I said so. Now you," he leaned forward. "What's your name?"
He rose painted lips parted, but closed once she saw a smile creep on his lips, "What?"
John's tongue massaged the inside of his cheek. He asked, "Can I call you Rose?"
Her head jerked and he eyebrows furrowed. "Rose? Where'd that come from?"
John leaned back and tossed his arm over the neighboring chair. "Cause you're real pretty. You look sweet, especially with that dimple, and your perfume is...kinda strong. Smells like flowers."
She tried to fight the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth Her brown eyes bore into his blue ones in awe.
"In that case, I will let you call me Rose. But, my name is Amelia."
John smiled. "Amelia Rose, see how pretty that sounds?" Amelia giggled and he swore it was the greatest sound on earth; an angelic song.
"Does everyone call you John?"
He shook his head. "Most people call me Bucky."
Amelia shook her head. "Then John is reserved just for me, yeah?" An indescribable emotion flashed through his blue eyes, but, she could tell he was satisfied, nonetheless.
John held her gaze as he brought his glass to his lips once more. "We've got a deal, Miss Amelia Rose."
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"Rose, darlin'." Amelia turned at the sound of her name. She knew that voice all too well. It visited her during her dreams and soothed her to sleep in the evenings. A gleaming smile spread across her face. She dropped her rag and turned to face the door.
"Hi Johnny," she greeted softly. The seductive undertones in her voice, paired with the nickname had the eyebrows of Gale and Curt raise. John met her smile with a grin.
"I'll catch you boys in later. Rose, baby." John jogged toward the bar. Amelia met him halfway. He wrapped his uniform-glad arms around her waist and she sank into his embrace. His lips grazed the shell of ear. "How've you been, honey?"
It'd been months since their first meeting. They saw each other twice after that; another evening at the pub and a date. He took her on a date and surprised her with a bouquet of lowers; a dozen red roses.
For three months, their relationship progressed through a series of letters. She had more than she could count, all stashed safely in a box under her bed, handled with tender care.
"Good. Missed you. Glad you made it back in one piece." Amelia said, running her fingers across his pins and badge. "Do you want anything?"
John shook his head. "No. I'm here with the guys, but I'd prefer to talk to you without a drink. If that's alright with you."
Amelia laughed lightly and grabbed his hand. "Coffee it is."
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"How long are you here?" Amelia asked, passing Johna ceramic coffee mug.
"Should be a month, but it's subject to change. But..." John's eyes lit up with hope. "I was hoping to spend some time with you if you'd like. Heard they've got a fun carnival going on tonight. You've yet to beat me in a game."
The young woman chuckled, remembering the intensely competitive game of cards they played every Friday up until he left. She smiled bashfully and nodded. "Of course."
John winked. "It's a date, Rosie."
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Callum Turner & Austin Butler in Masters of The Air (2024—)
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sweet goodbyes, major john egan
pairing: major john “bucky” egan (masters of the air) black fem oc (amelia egan)
content: john is being shipped to England to serve in the war; his departure comes with sweet goodbyes
an: callum turner is my new white boy of the month, yay!
“Close your eyes, darlin’. You can’t keep trying to fight sleep.” His voice warmed the deepest parts of her insides. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t fight to dopey smile that crept along her lips. She whined in objection, ignoring how her eyelids fluttered.
“I don’t want to sleep,” she murmured, words slurred and almost incoherent. Her hand ran down the lace neckline of her white nightgown; a gift from her mother-in-law from her wedding night. Her hand then traveled over to his dark hair, massaging his curls. “Want to stare at you alllll night.”
His soft chuckle forced her eyes open. He caressed her warm cheek “That’s nice, doll, but you should get your rest. I gotta be out early in the morning. Gotta have coffee together.” It was a ritual. Every morning, he’d wake her up at the break of dawn with a steaming cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. It was a simple gesture, but it was what she grew to love. Cuddled in the sheets, sipping from their mugs and feeding each other spoonfuls of hot oats. She’d have to get used to eating by herself.
She huffed in disdain. John chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around her body. He pressed a firm kiss against her cheek, then her nose, then her lips. She returned his advances immediately. Her hand gripped his neck as she pulled him closer. “Amelia…”
Amelia’s leg crept along his waist and she silently urged him to take the hint. He whispered a gentle, are you sure, against her lips, which she replied with her hips pressed against his.
John gripped the plushness of her thigh and pushed it back, slotting his body between her legs. Her breaths were heavy and quivered with desire. His large hands clenched the fabric of her nightgown, pushed it up her body, and tossed it across the room. “I love you, you know that?”
“Mhm.” Her mind couldn’t create a coherent sentence with him touching her so delicately. “I love you, too.”
The moon shone through the curtains. Amelia felt the weight of sleep finally pulling her down. Her husbands presence comforted her as his whispered declarations of love lingered in the air. Reluctantly, she stopped battling drowsiness and succumbed to its authority.
The warmth of his love wrapped around her like a blanket, and the anticipation of their morning ritual brought a bittersweet smile to her lips. She couldn’t help but savor the small moments she had left, knowing that tomorrow would be different.
Yet, within their tender embrace and exchange of affections, their love was a solidified anchor that promised a new daw filled with cups of coffee and the joy of each’ other’s company.
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million dollar man | rhett abbott
description: in which a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy rescues a young waitress who’s down on her luck
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warnings: 18+ ONLY, age gap (rhett is in his mid 40s, reader is in their 20s), mentions of sex work, workplace harassment, financial troubles, a little ageism, smoking, unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, begging, choking, creampie, i think that's it?
pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader
notes: this is one of my longest stories to date. it started out as a simple smut scene and then it turned into an entire backstory. rhett has gray hair in this because i said so. i'm also dedicating this to my fellow old man fucker in arms, @rhettabbotts <3
It was late July. The air was hot and sticky, but the crystal water of the swimming pool was cool on your exposed skin as you sank down into its depths.
You couldn’t help but let out a long, blissed-out sigh, your eyes drifting shut at the feeling of the ripples washing over you. You couldn’t remember a time in your entire life when you’d felt this relaxed and at ease. Not a care in the world, floating through the water as if you were suspended in a dream.
And you were, really. A dream that had been made a reality by the man sitting just a few feet away from you, cigarette smoke swirling around him like a halo as the sunlight illuminated his figure, making him appear like an angel. And as far as you were concerned, he was just that: an angel. One who had saved your very life.
Rhett Abbott was a very powerful man. You couldn’t fully wrap your mind around just how powerful he was. It was something he never discussed with you, insisting that he didn’t want his demons tainting you.
While he had always been nothing but loving and kind to you, you had witnessed the ruthless side of him a few times, namely when he’d rescued you from your old life.
Rhett had come rolling into town in his Silverado, just passing through, and he met you at the hole-in-the-wall diner you waitressed at. You’d never forget seeing him for the first time. Tall and broad, tan Stetson balanced atop his head. A pair of worn Levi’s with a white T-shirt on top. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.
He took his hat off as he took a seat at the counter, revealing a head of graying hair that sent your heart quickening in your chest. Then he smiled at you. You shyly offered him a menu, but he shook his head. “I’ll jus’ have a black coffee, ‘n two eggs, over easy. Toast, bacon, whatever you put on your usual breakfast plates. Please and thank ya.”
His voice caught your attention. Deep and low in his throat, lilted with an accent you couldn’t quite place. But it was clear he was from out west, that much you could tell.
“Of course! Anything else?” You asked as you scribbled his order down on your pad.
He considered it for a moment and then he said, “Some jam for the toast, if it ain’t a bother.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his politeness, despite his rough exterior. His shining blue eyes were gentle as they regarded you, and you found yourself distracted by them. You’d never seen eyes so blue. They looked like the ocean. You’d never been, but you’d seen pictures of water that was so blue it was breathtaking. His eyes were even prettier than that.
“C-comin’ right up,” you finally responded, realizing you were allowing your mind to wander.
You turned and put your order in with the cook before you quickly moved to pour a cup of coffee. Everything was going just fine until you turned and miss-stepped, sending yourself careening forward. To your utter horror, the mug of coffee slipped from your hands and hit the counter, splashing all over the man, effectively staining his white shirt.
You gasped sharply, steadying yourself before your hand shot up to cover your mouth. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?! Did it burn you?!” You were shifting into a panic, scrambling to grab a handful of bar towels you kept behind the counter. You rushed around, intending to help the man clean up the mess.
You were so wrapped up in your panic that you didn’t realize that he wasn’t angry with you at all. You were simply so used to customers, and your manager, being rude to you that you just expected a hostile reaction.
But just as you approached him, he slowly stood, and suddenly, a pair of steady hands were resting over top of your own. You looked up in surprise, only to find those crystal blues gazing steadily down at you.
“Hey now, don’t fret none, it was just an accident,” he assured you, and the deep velvet of his voice calmed you instantly, bringing you back to yourself, renewing your focus.
You stared at him in confusion. “I just spilled hot coffee on you, and you aren’t angry?”
He shook his head, gently taking the bar towels from you to dab at the stain himself. “Ain’t no use gettin’ angry over somethin’ you didn’t do on purpose. I got plenty more of these white shirts where this one came from. And I’ve had worse injuries than a measly little burn from some hot coffee. I’m fine. Promise.”
You let out a sigh of relief, your tense shoulders falling relaxed. “Oh, thank goodness. I really am sorry, though. I’m so clumsy.”
He moved to wipe up the mess from the counter, completely unbothered by it. But he was bothered, however, by the implications of your response. “You have people get angry at you often?” He asked.
You paused, considering your answer. “Well…some of the men that come in here aren’t very nice. Cranky truckers and whatnot. If you make a mistake they tend to get pissed and take it out on you. And my…” you glanced around to make sure no one was listening, “boss, he’s not the nicest guy out there. He says I’m too clumsy for my own good.”
Something flashed in those blue eyes. You swore they darkened a shade. “Huh. Well, they’re all fuckin’ assholes. You’re just doin’ your job.”
You were floored by his behavior. You’d expected him to insult you for your mistake, to call you some degrading name, like you’d been called so many times before. But instead, he’d offered you kindness and understanding.
“Thank you,” you earnestly replied.
He shrugged, taking a seat again on the stool he’d previously been perched upon. “‘s basic human decency to be nice to your fuckin’ waitress. ‘specially when she might have half a mind to spit in your food if you treat her like shit,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
You couldn’t help but smile at that, finally turning to gather up the coffee-stained towels and rounding the counter again. As you tossed the towels in a bucket nearby so you could wash them later, the cowboy leaned forward, still eyeing you.
“I’m Rhett, by the way,” he informed you.
You shyly gave him your name in return. “It’s nice to meet you,” you said.
“Likewise,” he echoed. His exterior seemed so rough. There was a tattoo of a steer skull inked into the skin of his left forearm. His face was fixed with hard lines, and although he still appeared youthful, you could tell he was older. Mid to late forties, if you had to guess. His eyes held untold stories, things he’d experienced that had turned him into the rough man he was today. But his exterior was misleading, because behind it, he was warm and kind.
You didn’t know it then, but this was the start of something bigger than you ever could have imagined. This man, with his ocean-blue eyes and velvet voice, would soon become your knight in shining armor.
Until then, the spell between you was quickly broken when you heard “Order up!” which caused you to jump in surprise.
You giggled softly at your own jitteriness, and quickly turned to retrieve Rhett’s food from the serving window, thanking Anton, the cook, as you did so. “Here you go! Need anything else?”
“Just a coffee refill,” he replied with a knowing smile.
“Oh! Of course! Sorry, I got so distracted!” You exclaimed in embarrassment as you hurried to pour him another cup of coffee, this time making sure not to spill it on him.
“Thank y’ kindly,” Rhett said.
“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else!”
You busied yourself with sorting clean coffee mugs back into their respective stacks, all while Rhett tucked into his food. You found yourself wanting to speak to him further, to ask him questions about himself, but you were afraid of being a bother, and you were afraid you were misreading his kindness as an invitation to talk to him.
He’s just being nice, you thought. He doesn’t actually want to talk to me.
Besides, your boss, Martin, was just in the back. If he saw you bothering a customer he’d flip his lid and use it as an excuse to yell at you. It didn’t take much to piss him off, and for whatever reason, he seemed to particularly have it out for you. The least he was involved, the better.
Some might question why you kept this job if you were being mistreated by your boss. The fact of the matter was, you had no choice. You were desperately trying to keep up with your living expenses and rent to avoid being evicted from your home. You were severely behind on your utility bills, to the point where the city was going to start shutting things off if you didn’t pay up.
You were living paycheck to paycheck, barely staying afloat. This waitressing job was the only one you could get in this tiny town, and you didn’t have the time or resources to go hunting for a better-paying job. This was your lot in life, and you were trying to make due. However, you weren’t sure how much longer you could go on.
You tried your best to keep your head down and do your job, but with the way your boss behaved, and the way this town seemed to have it out for you, it was difficult. You seemed to have garnered a reputation, and you weren’t quite sure how it had started. You heard the way people talked about you when they thought you weren’t listening. Whispers of what you got up to after the sun went down. Accepting money from men in return for sexual acts.
The truth was, you were not involved in sex work. The only thing you could think might have started the rumor was the fact that Luke Jones, the sheriff’s one and only deputy, had propositioned you for sex once, and when you turned him down, he went off the rails and berated you in front of the whole diner. He must have decided to spread rumors about you behind your back, which had done great harm to your image, and changed the way people treated you. If the cops said you were bad news, everyone believed them,
You hated this tiny, conservative Christian town, but you were trapped with no escape.
Rhett Abbott was the first person who’d been genuinely kind to you in a long time. There was no judgment in his eyes as he looked upon you. Not even after you’d embarrassed yourself and spilled his coffee. It made your heart warm in your chest, and you decided that maybe this work shift wasn’t so bad after all.
Then he was asking you for a coffee refill and you were trying to hide your smile as you turned to grab the well-used coffee pot.
“Thanks,” he said with a nod and a crooked smile. It made your knees weak.
But the spell between you was soon broken by the sound of your name being gruffly spoken. You jumped, nearly spilling the coffee you were still holding. Rhett watched you, his eyes narrowing as you scrambled to put the carafe back in its place and rush to the back.
There was a man back there, and just by the time of his voice, Rhett could tell he was no good. He put two and two together and realized the man was your boss, who you’d already mentioned having a short fuse.
Rhett was a lot of things. He’d committed acts he wasn’t proud of. He had many enemies. There were those who would pay money to see him dead. But one thing he was not, was an abuser. He didn’t mistreat people just for the hell of it. And just from interacting with you, and seeing the way you reacted when you spilled his coffee, he could tell you had suffered a lifetime of mistreatment.
And that was when he found himself considering something he never thought he’d do. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he’d been bashed in the head one too many times. Either way, he wondered if you would let him take you away from all of it.
He wasn’t sure why he was so enamored by you. He’d only just met you, and if he offered to take you away right then and there, he was sure you would say no. So he didn’t say anything. But he decided that he was going to remain in this godforsaken town a few more nights, just to see how things played out.
He hadn’t done much good in his life, but if he could rescue you from your unfortunate circumstances, maybe it would make up for all the years of sin and wickedness. Maybe he could do right by you. Give you the life you deserved, protect you from harm, give you freedom.
Until then, he wouldn’t jump the gun. He would wait patiently, and swoop in when you needed him to. Although, now seemed like a pretty good time to do that. He could hear your boss shouting, and it sent heat boiling beneath his skin.
But he resisted the urge to go back there and tear the man apart. He didn’t want to scare you, and such a reaction would be overkill, especially when he’d only known you all of forty-five minutes.
A few minutes later, you came back to the front, very obviously trying to make it look like you hadn’t been crying. At that point, Rhett had finished his food, and when you saw it, you quietly spoke to him.
“All ready to finish and pay?” You asked, avoiding eye contact.
Rhett leaned forward over the counter, lowering his voice. “Shouldn't let ‘im treat you that way.”
You paused, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes. You managed to lift your gaze to his, your bottom lip quivering. “I have no choice. It’s either work this job, or end up on the street.”
I could take you away from all this. Those were the words on the top of his tongue. But he refrained. Now wasn’t the time. “Yeah, well, he’s a goddamned prick. Y’ deserve better.”
You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching in your chest. His kindness and understanding were unfathomable to you. Why on earth was he being so nice? And that’s when your brain threw a negative thought at you that made everything come to a screeching halt. What if he was only being kind because he wanted something? He didn’t seem like a creep, and he hadn’t made you feel uncomfortable in the slightest. But what if he was just good at hiding it?
“Why are you being so nice to me?” The words came out before you could stop yourself.
Rhett leaned back in his seat, grabbing his Stetson before he rose to stand. “Because you look like you could use some kindness. And I don’t believe in mistreatin’ service workers just for the hell of it.”
He dug out his wallet and tossed a $100 bill onto the counter, which more than covered his measly $10 meal charge. Your eyes went wide, and you looked up at him just as he placed his hat on his head. “Keep the change. Buy yourself somethin’ nice.”
Then he was gone, leaving you flabbergasted in the middle of the diner. “Ninety fuckin’ dollars,” you whispered to yourself in amazement, referring to your tip. You snatched the bill off the counter and quickly rang it up, placing the money beneath the cash tray to be put in the safe later, and taking out $90 in cash for yourself. He told you to keep it, so that was what you were going to do.
You thought that night would be the last time you ever saw Rhett Abbott. Thought that he appeared like one of those guardian angels you’d heard people talk about, just to give you a little help along the way, before disappearing into thin air.
But the very next night, he walked through the door of the diner again, and your heart began to race in your chest. He was real. Flesh and blood, standing right in front of you.
He looked just as good as he had the previous night. Except this time, he’d ditched his coffee-stained white shirt in favor of a blue button down, tucked into his jeans with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his strong forearms, that steer tattoo still on display.
He took his hat off and sat at the bar, and he gave you that crooked smile of his. It made your knees weak, and you set down the stack of plates you were carrying just so you didn’t drop them.
The diner had a few customers that night, so you couldn’t focus all of your attention solely on him. Nor could you talk freely, for fear of other patrons overhearing.
But he was still as charming as ever. “Hey,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “miss me?”
Actually, yes. “I thought you were just passing through,” you said.
He shrugged, resting his elbows on the counter. “Changed my mind.” He held eye contact with you, and it made your heart race.
You shook off your dazed expression and whipped out your order pad. “What’ll you have?”
“How’s your French toast?” He asked. So he was a big fan of breakfast for dinner, it seemed.
You shrugged. “It’s pretty good. I’d recommend the pancakes though, Anton makes the batter from scratch and they’re fluffier than a cloud.”
Rhett’s smile grew wider. “Alright then, I’ll have a stack of ‘em. With a couple of scrambled eggs this time. And black coffee.”
You couldn’t help but smile in return. “Sure thing. And I’ll try not to spill the coffee on you this time.”
That smile turned into a grin. “Thanks, ‘preciate it.”
That was, unfortunately, as far as your interaction went. You handed him his coffee and then got whisked away to serve food to other customers. A family of five walked in, and seeing as how you were the only waitress on the current shift, you had to take care of them.
Rhett noticed this, and his brow furrowed. It was hardly fair that you had to do all of this by yourself. Where were the other waitresses?
When you made your way back to the counter to grab his order and hand it to him, he stopped you with a question. “You’re doin’ all this by yourself? Where’s your help?”
You grimaced. “There’s usually only two of us working at night but the other girl has been sick in the hospital so she’s called off a few nights in a row. My boss won’t hire anyone else either so it’s all on me.”
“The more you tell me bout that son’bitch, the more I don’t like him,” Rhett grumbled.
You shrugged. “Just somethin’ I gotta deal with. You need anything else?”
He wanted to continue the conversation, but he didn’t want to keep you from your work and get you in trouble, so he simply requested some pancake syrup and let you get back to your duties.
That night, as he left the diner, he gave you another large tip, and you cried over it, not understanding why he would do such a thing. In this place, you were lucky to even get a dollar or two as a tip.
After those first two nights, Rhett quickly became a regular. Each night he’d walk through the doors, take a seat at the counter, and order breakfast for dinner. And each night, you’d talk to him, and find yourself growing more and more enamored with him with each passing hour. He continued to leave large tips, and it made you think that he had to be rich. No one could afford to throw money around like that.
But it didn’t feel appropriate to ask him about his money, so you kept your questions to yourself. You fell into a routine of expecting his presence every night, and appreciating those generous tips.
The entire time, however, Rhett was watching you, and he noticed a few things. Of course, there was the way your boss treated you. But he also noticed how some of the customers treated you. They were impatient and short with you, and it only served to make you more frazzled, resulting in a few mistakes on your part.
You would always apologize profusely and come back to the counter holding back tears. It sent the heat of anger blossoming through Rhett’s chest. He couldn’t stand to watch this much longer. And thankfully, he didn’t, because his opportunity to give you a better life came one night when the diner was particularly busy.
A group of younger men, one of which wore a deputy’s uniform, were picking on you. They would make comments each time you tended to their table, and Rhett caught wind of every word. Their behavior filled him with such rage that he took his hand off of his coffee cup, for fear that he would crush it in his own grasp, just from his anger.
He was tempted to step in, but he waited. The next time you walked up to the counter, he caught you. “I can take care of them assholes for ya,” he offered.
“What?” You asked, unsure of what ‘take care of’ meant in this context.
“Teach ‘em how to be respectful. ‘Cause they sure as hell ain’t respectin’ you right now. ‘Specially that fuckin’ cop.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay. They’re just playing around. Don’t pay attention to them,” you brushed it off. But he could tell it was bothering you.
The final straw happened when you walked back over to their table, and one of them stuck out his leg and purposely tripped you. You let out a yelp of surprise and went down. Thankfully, you were only carrying a pitcher of water, but the water went everywhere, including all over your white top.
Quick as a flash, Rhett Abbott stood up. “Enough!” His voice boomed through the diner, and everyone went dead silent, including the boys who’d been picking on you.
The cowboy approached the table, kneeling to reach for your hands. He locked eyes with you and calmly asked, “You okay?”
When you nodded, he pulled you to your feet, and without hesitation, he shrugged out of his denim jacket and put it around your shoulders so no one would be able to see through your wet shirt.
“Go outside,” he said to you.
“But-”
His piercing eyes caught your gaze. “Go. Trust me.”
And you did. Maybe you were foolish for it, listening to this man you’d only known for the better part of a week. But when Rhett told you to trust him, you somehow knew you could. You hugged his jacket to your body and you walked out of the building and into the cool night.
Back inside, Rhett was seething. He stared at the group of men, and without a word, he reached across the table and grabbed the napkin canister, yanking the top off and dumping the stack of napkins into the lap of the deputy. “Clean up the mess,” Rhett gruffed.
The boys snickered. “Not my fault this place has clumsy waitresses,” Luke, the deputy, said.
Rhett growled, and suddenly, he had Luke by the collar. “Clean up the fuckin’ mess!” He barked. Then he slammed the man back down into his seat.
“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, jumping back out of his seat as Rhett marched back to the counter to grab his hat. “You realize you just assaulted an officer of the law?!”
Rhett remained silent as he fished out his wallet and pulled out a single $10 bill, slamming it down on the counter. Then he turned, his eyes dark and stormy.
“I don’t give a shit. Next time, I’ll do a lot worse.” Then he put his hat on his head and sauntered outside.
He found you leaning against the outside wall, and when you saw him, you wiped at your cheeks, trying to hide the tears. He sighed softly, boots crunching against gravel as he neared you.
“Thanks for that,” you whispered.
“Mm,” he hummed in response. You were both quiet for a few moments before he spoke again. “Listen, maybe I’m bein’ too forward, maybe I’m fuckin’ crazy, but what if I said I could take you away from all this?”
You looked at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. He was as serious as could be. “What?”
“I could. I know I don’t look like much, but I got some money. Got a place out west. Lots of land, horses, cattle. Nice house with a swimmin’ pool in the back. But the thing is…it’s real empty. It ain’t fit for a lonely old cowboy. But it could be a home, with you in it.”
Your eyes widened. There was no way this was real. There had to be a catch. Maybe you were dreaming. Yeah, that was it. This was a dream and you’d wake up any minute, curled up on your broken-down old mattress in your tiny, ill-repaired house.
“I’ll let you sleep on it, if ya need. But I’m tellin’ you right now, you deserve better than this town. It’s like fuckin’ quicksand, it’ll suck you in and you’ll never get out. Believe me, I know.”
“Why?” You asked. “Why would you do this for me?”
Rhett shrugged. “Because I can see you need help, and I have the means to give it to ya.”
You stood there, speechless, your eyes wide and watery. “This isn’t real,” you whispered. “You’re just a dream and I’m gonna wake up soon and you’ll be gone.”
“Ain’t no dream, sugar. I’m real and I’m offerin’ you a fresh start. Don’t need to give me an answer right now, you can think about it, but-”
To hell with it. “Yes,” you cut him off.
His brows raised. He hadn’t expected you to say yes so quickly. Before he could speak again, you continued.
“Why the hell not? I’ve got nothing going for me here. I’m gonna die in this Podunk town if I don’t get out right now. So yes, I’ll go with you.”
Rhett tilted his head, caging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Alright then. We can leave tomorrow if y’ want. My place is in Wyoming, it’s gon’ be a long drive.”
You wondered what he was doing so far away from his home state. And in the back of your mind, you knew this was potentially the most foolish decision you’d ever made. What if he was a serial killer who was going to dump your body in some ravine somewhere? But as you looked into the kindness of his deep blue eyes, you knew that those fears were all in vain. This man was not here to harm you. He was here to rescue you.
So you took a headfirst leap of faith and let him.
That very same night, you walked back into that diner, tossed your apron onto your boss’s desk, and told him, “I fuckin’ quit.”
You ignored his overdramatic pleading, tuning him out when he shouted after you. You left it all behind and came back outside where Rhett was waiting, smoking a cigarette. When he saw you, he stamped out the cigarette and pushed off of his truck, which he’d been leaning on.
“Well?” He asked.
“I quit. Maybe I’m stupid for doing this, but I trust you, and I’ll go wherever you wanna take me.”
And that’s how it all started.
He took you back home that night, insisting upon it after you told him you’d been walking to work to avoid the cost of gas and car maintenance.
His truck smelled like him. The faint scent of cherry tobacco, and a cologne that smelled like vetiver and cedar. It was strangely comforting and you found yourself at ease wrapped up in his scent.
When he pulled up outside your shabby little house with its unkempt lawn, you felt a little embarrassed about your living situation. But if he judged you for it, he made no indication.
“Pack what’s most important to ya. I can have a moving company come and pack up the rest and ship it to my place.”
You hesitated before you climbed out of the truck, reality finally hitting you in the face. “Rhett…you should know I’m sort of…in trouble. I owe money. I’ve got overdue bills, and people I borrowed money from. If I skip town I’ll be in big trouble.”
Rhett gazed at you, and the yellowish light cast from a nearby street lamp made his eyes look dark, almost brown. “Don’t worry about all that.”
“But-”
“I said I’d take ya away from all this. I mean it. You come with me, and you won’t have to worry about anythin’ ever again. I can promise you that.”
“I can’t ask you to take care of my problems for me.”
“You aren’t askin’ me to. I want to.”
You stared at him in disbelief. There was no way this was real. But your heart was telling you to trust him. If he said he would take care of things, then he would.
“Okay,” you relented.
“Alright then. I’ll see ya tomorrow mornin’, around 7 if that’s okay with you.”
You nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. I’ll see you then.”
Then you slipped out of his truck and slammed the door shut behind you. He waited in your driveway to see to it that you got safely into the house before he finally pulled away.
Once you were inside, you pushed the front door shut and leaned back against it, reeling from what had taken place in the last few hours. Had you really just agreed to run off with this man? Were you crazy? Had you gone completely bonkers? Maybe, but strangely enough, you also had a sense of peace. Somehow you knew this was the right decision.
So you set about packing a duffel bag with your necessities, and by the time morning came, you were waiting out on your front step for Rhett to arrive.
He pulled up at 7 o’clock on the dot, and he climbed out of the truck to greet you. “Mornin’.” His kind smile sent a fuzzy warmth rushing through you, as if you’d just sipped a glass of bubbly champagne.
“Morning,” came your response. He graciously took your bag from you and placed it into the bed of his truck. Then he opened the passenger door for you, and you climbed into the confines of the vehicle.
“Y’ hungry?” He asked after he’d settled into his side.
As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, and you gave him a sheepish look. “I haven’t eaten yet.”
“I’ll fix that.” He pulled out of your driveway and headed into town, there he stopped at Royal Donut, the local donut shop. He took you inside and let you choose whatever donuts you wanted. You walked out of that shop with a dozen assorted favorites, cups of coffee, and some other bakery items.
It was more than you could ever eat, but Rhett spared no expense. And as he drove, you happily ate your fill of donuts, a treat that you never bought yourself. He seemed pleased that you were enjoying the sweet treats.
And thus began your trip to Wyoming with a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy.
The further away you got from that shitty town, the more at ease you felt. You relaxed into the leather seat of Rhett’s Silverado, and you let yourself forget about your problems for just a little while.
You found Rhett incredibly easy to talk to. He had this way about him that made you want to talk to him. You wanted to know more about this man who’d walked into your life and whisked you away. This was the kind of thing that only happened in movies and storybooks. It didn’t happen to small-town girls who led flat, broke-down lives.
And yet, there he was, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting atop the gearshift, looking like a dream with his hair haphazardly brushed back with his fingers, wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, with an ornate belt fastened around his waist.
There was a pair of black cowboy boots on his feet. You never thought you’d find such a thing attractive, but you did. He was every bit a cowboy as you could have imagined. Open pack of Marlboros in the cup holder. Pistol in the glove compartment. Dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror.
He told you the dreamcatcher was given to him by an old friend named Joy Hawk. “She passed a few years ago. Every time I look at it I think of her.”
You admired the colorful beads, watching as the feathers fluttered from the air conditioning. Someday, you would find that same dreamcatcher beside your bed, because Rhett noticed you admiring it so much that he decided you should have it. But until then, it would remain dangling upon his rearview.
During that lengthy road trip, you talked about anything and everything. You revealed some details about your life and explained why you had a negative reputation, of sorts, within your town.
“You mean that fuckin’ asshole that tripped you spread rumors that you were tradin’ sex for money?” He clarified, his hand tightening on the steering wheel.
“I-I think so. That’s the only reason I can think the rumor even got started. His pride was hurt when i said I wouldn’t sleep with him.”
Rhett ran his tongue over his teeth, breathing in deeply. “I shoulda beat his ass like I wanted to. Fucker deserves it.”
You shook your head. “What you did last night was more than enough. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to get arrested on account of you defending me. I’d feel so bad,” you said.
“I wouldn’t’ve gotten arrested. And even if I did, they’d let me go after I made a phone call.”
You looked at him curiously. “Why? You famous or something?”
“Not really. Won a couple bull ridin’ circuits. Own a cattle ranch. I just have good connections. And a good lawyer.”
Something about his answer made you think he was being modest. With the way he threw money around so freely, and the way he was dressed, you knew he was more wealthy and powerful than he was letting on. But you chose not to question it further. If he wanted you to know more, he’d tell you.
Instead of talking about his status, he changed the subject. He talked about his family, and how rocky his relationship was with them.
“It all fell apart when I was in my early 30s. Found out my wife was cheatin’ on me with my brother.”
Your jaw dropped at his revelation. “Oh my gosh. With your own brother?! That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”
He shrugged. “I got over it. But it took me a while. I spiraled pretty hard after it. Did some shit I ain’t proud of, all because I was angry. But that was a long time ago. I’m in a better place now.”
“You never remarried?”
“Nah. Just never found anyone I wanted to settle down with. Maria, my ex-wife, tried to rekindle things but I never could look her in the eye again after what she did. So I just put all my focus into buildin’ a life for myself. Rode in a few rodeos. Built a house. Been runnin’ a cattle business for the last decade. Haven’t had time for anyone special.��
“Except for me,” you quietly murmured.
He smirked, nodding in agreement. “Except for you, little darlin’.” Then he paused. “‘s alright if I call ya that?”
“Yeah. I like the sound of it.”
From that moment on, you became Rhett Abbott’s little darlin’, and everything changed. You wondered what made you special. What made him decide, fifteen years after his marriage went down the drain, to open his arms to someone else?
You’d never understand, but you didn’t have to. Rhett had pulled you from the miry pit you’d been sinking into, and you would be forever grateful to him for it. You didn’t know it yet, but he would soon lavish you with everything you could ever want or need. He would provide for you beyond your wildest dreams, and you would wake up every day and thank your lucky stars that he had walked into that shitty hole-in-the-wall diner and swept you off your feet.
Now you were on your way out west to his big ranch to start a new life. You had no idea how he was going to work out all the details. There were still so many loose ends you had to tie up in your personal life. To anyone else, this decision probably seemed like the most foolish decision you could’ve possibly made. But to you, it felt like fate, so you decided to take it as such.
Instead of worrying about those things, you allowed yourself to be in the moment, getting to know Rhett during all those hours in the truck together. He got you whatever you wanted to eat along the way. Fries, milkshakes, your favorite treats. You felt a little bad that he was spending money on you, but at the same time, it felt nice to be spoiled, so you allowed yourself to bask in it.
The trip took twelve hours in total, and toward the end, you fell asleep with your head resting against the window. A few hours later, you woke with a start when you felt the truck pulling to a stop.
“Shh, you’re alright,” Rhett’s low cadence filled your ears. “Just pullin’ into the drive.”
Suddenly, you were very much awake as you realized what you were looking at. You’d finally arrived, and although it was dark, you could see that the property was large. And the house you were approaching was bigger than you could’ve imagined.
Your eyes went wide. So he was rich, rich.
You were essentially speechless as you climbed out of the truck and followed Rhett to the front door. There was a motion light that had turned on as soon as he pulled the truck to a stop, illuminating the front of the large house. It was designed to look like a rustic cabin, but much bigger. Wood beams framed the expansive porch. Even the front door was wooden. A few rocking chairs decorated the porch. Green fern plants hung from the ceiling, creating a whimsical feel.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting his home to look like, but this exceeded your wildest expectations. You drank everything in as he took you inside, standing there dumbly in the entryway as he reached over and flipped several light switches on one switchplate, illuminating the front of the home.
An entry area with a plush rug stretched out before you. It opened up into the main living room, which was furnished with two leather couches, some comfortable-looking overstuffed chairs, a bearskin rug, a custom coffee table, and so many more odds and ends that made it feel like a home.
“Whoa,” you whispered to yourself in amazement. Your own home looked like a tattered shoebox compared to this. “How is this real?”
Rhett smiled at your wonder. “It’s real. Built it myself.”
Your eyes went wide as saucers. “You built this?!”
“Not by myself, I had a lotta help, but yeah. C’mon, let me show you where you’re gon’ be stayin’. I’ll give ya a tour tomorrow, I’m sure you’re wiped out and want some sleep.”
You were in fact wide awake, but you let him lead you up to your room anyway. You followed up up the wide, wooden staircase and up to an open hallway, complete with wooden banisters. It overlooked the main floor of the house and gave you an idea of just how big the place really was.
On your way down the hallway, you passed a few different rooms, and you noticed that one had a nameplate on it with the name Amy etched into it. You wondered if it was too forward to ask him about it, but the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.
“Who’s Amy?” You asked as you trailed after the man.
He glanced back at you. “Amy’s my niece. She don’t stay here much anymore, she’s grown, and she’s off backpackin’ through the Appalachian Trail with her wife, last I heard. I just kept her room the way it was in case she ever needs to stay with me.”
You nodded in understanding, and you wondered if she was the daughter of the brother that Rhett’s wife had cheated on him with, but you didn’t ask any more questions. You already felt like you were imposing enough as it was, and you felt it was rude to interrogate this man who’d just invited you into his home out of the goodness of his heart.
You didn’t have time to continue your questions anyway, because Rhett stopped at the end of the hall and opened the door to another bedroom, motioning for you to step inside. The first thing you noticed was its coziness, with a large, plush rug covering most of the floor. The bed was queen-sized, set inside a bedframe made of logs.
There were rich oak nightstands on either side of the bed with ornate wrought iron lamps. There was even a flatscreen television mounted to the wall across from the bed. But best of all, there was a large, stone-hewn fireplace along the far wall. You were blown away. It was the nicest bedroom you’d ever seen. And the bed looked so inviting. Maybe you would finally get a good night’s sleep and wake up without any lower back pain, as you were prone to.
“Rhett, I…” you started, but you couldn’t form the words.
He smiled as he walked over to place your bag atop the bed. “Don’t mention it, little darlin’. For now, I want ya to get some sleep. Bathroom’s right over there,” he motioned toward a door on the other side of the room. “Should be toiletries and whatnot in there. My housekeeper Kira usually keeps everythin’ stocked.”
Your brows shot up. He had a housekeeper? It only made sense, seeing as how the place was so big and he was only one person. Even so, it was a lot to process. How on earth had you gotten so lucky to meet this guy? It still felt like a sick joke that God was playing on you. But you’d enjoy the joke for as long as you could.
However, there was no joke. No one was pulling a fast one on you. Rhett Abbott was a sincere man who truly wanted to help you, a poor waitress down on your luck. And help you, he did. After you got settled in that night, he set about doing exactly as he told you he would; taking care of things.
Over the next few weeks, he began the process of having all of your things moved to his place. He worked behind the scenes to cover all of your financial expenses. He paid any outstanding balances and bills you had, down to the very last dime.
In just a short amount of time, your entire life changed. You went from barely keeping your head above water, to floating atop the same water on a pool float with a mimosa in hand. Rhett became your protector, your provider, the best thing to ever happen to you.
Gone were the days of worrying if you’d have enough money to buy groceries or pay your electric bill. As the months went by, Rhett provided everything you could ever need or want. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, food, hygiene products. He spared no expense and he was more than happy to lavish you with those things.
He’d well and truly become your savior, and you would be forever grateful to him for giving you a chance when no one else would.
As time passed, and you fell into an easy routine of life with the gray-haired cowboy, you found yourself falling in love with him. Being in his presence felt so safe and warm, and you became drunk off of that feeling. You couldn’t help but fall head over heels, and he was there to catch you when you did, confessing that he, too, loved you.
It felt natural. It felt right. And Rhett hadn’t allowed himself to love anyone in this way since his marriage had fallen apart. Even then, he never truly knew what love was. He’d only married Maria because he was afraid of being alone. A lot of good it had done him, because he’d ended up alone anyway.
But all of those events in his life had led him here, to you, and he realized then that it was all worth it. The pain, the suffering, the hardships he’d endured were simply molding him into the man you needed him to be. Taking care of you gave him purpose.
He pledged himself to you, promising that he would take care of you for as long as he lived, and even after, he would see to it that you didn’t have to worry about a thing. You would be financially set for the rest of your life. It was a concept that was so foreign to you that it was difficult to wrap your mind around.
Money would never be a concern for you ever again.
But for you, it wasn’t about the money. Of course, the financial stability was wonderful, but you came to the conclusion that you would be happy with Rhett no matter your situation. Rich, poor, anything in between. You were content with all of it as long as he was by your side. Not only was he your savior, but he was also the love of your life.
He had so much to teach you, from all the years of life he’d lived. He’d seen so much in his forty-five years, he had many stories to tell, and you eagerly listened to all of them. As time went on, he opened up more and more.
You were curious as to how he made so much money. He didn’t tell you all the details, but the gist was that he raised and sold cattle, and it had become a wildly successful means of living for him. Before his livestock business, he was a bull rider. You’d seen the medals and trophies in his office. He was modest about his riding career, but his awards boasted of national fame in the rodeo circuit. He was one of the best there was.
He explained that he’d had to give up riding when he was still young. “Most guys get ten or so years in the circuit. I got seven. Fucked up m’ shoulder and wrist one too many times. Got to the point where I couldn’t hold onto the ropes anymore. My last ride damn near killed me, I thought I could handle it but I lost m’ grip and went down. Landed me in the hospital for a month.”
He showed you the various scars and injuries he’d suffered during his riding career. His shoulder was littered with aged scars, which were from extensive surgeries he’d undergone just to be able to use it still.
After that, you spent many a night massaging lotion into that shoulder, just to give him some temporary relief of the pain he still suffered. He was grateful for your gentle touch, and he found himself marveling at how he got so lucky to find someone like you.
But life wasn’t all rhinestone cowboys and star-spangled rodeos. While he made an honest living with his job, he had his fair share of issues when it came to his wealth. After his divorce, he’d spiraled out of control and gotten himself in trouble with some powerful people.
Those days were behind him, and he’d since paid his dues, but he still had those enemies who would jump at the chance to see his success go down the drain. Particularly the neighboring Tillerson ranch.
The Abbotts had a long history with the Tillersons. And that history had carried on through each generation. Rhett’s father, Royal, had been dead for the better part of a decade, and the Tillerson patriarch, Wayne, had been dead for even longer. But his sons were still alive and kickin’. And they’d do anything to knock Rhett down a few pegs and gain the upper hand in the business realm.
Rhett had fought tooth and nail to get where he was today. He was the son of an impoverished cowboy, he had extremely humble beginnings and was always told he wouldn’t amount to much. But he’d proved everyone wrong just by succeeding. Because of all the blood, sweat, and tears he’d put into his livelihood, he was especially protective of it, and never allowed anyone to threaten what was his.
You knew Rhett was protective. You had seen it early on when you first met him, when he defended you against those boys in the diner. But you saw it again one day when you faced his competitors one night at a rancher’s event.
He told you that you didn’t have to go. “Don’t want ya to feel obligated, little darlin’.”
“I want to go, so I can support you,” you insisted. “Besides, I couldn’t pass up seeing my man dressed up all fancy.”
He smiled shyly. “If you’re sure, then okay.”
“I’m sure. Plus, it’s high time I let everyone know you’re off the market, right?”
Despite your upbeat attitude, part of you was nervous. Rhett had told you how some of these people behaved, and how judgmental they could be. You were afraid of what they might say when they noticed how much younger you were than Rhett.
But your relationship wasn’t something you wanted to hide. To hell with what others thought, or at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. You wanted to walk in on Rhett’s arm and have him show you off.
And that was exactly what you did. Rhett bought you a new dress, a deep blue to match the shirt he wore. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He wore his nicest pair of jeans, the blue shirt with a bolo tie around the collar, his most expensive belt, decorated with his favorite buckle that was polished to perfection. His silver hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a jet-black hat atop his head.
He’d never looked more beautiful, and you couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be called his. You walked into the event that night with your arm looped through his, butterflies of nervousness fluttering in your belly.
“You’re gon’ do just fine,” he quietly assured you. You smiled and squeezed his bicep in thanks.
And you were just fine. Until it came time to meet people. You were content to keep to yourself, safely tucked into Rhett’s side. But everyone noticed you, because it was a rarity for him to come to an event with a plus one.
It was Luke Tillerson’s wife, Camilla, that took it upon herself to find out who you were. “Who’s your little friend, Rhett?” She spoke up.
Little friend? You didn’t like her tone. But Rhett didn’t let it affect him. He tightened his arm around your waist and replied. “This here’s my girlfriend,” he introduced you.
The woman made a face, eyeing you up and down. You immediately felt scrutinized. “Oh, how…cute.”
“She is, ain’t she?” He said, gazing down at you lovingly, purposely ignoring her implication. But he could tell you were bothered, he could see it in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, pressing yourself against his side.
You’d never felt so out of place in your life. These people were all filthy rich. They’d been born into wealth. Surely they would see you as Rhett’s charity case if they knew your background.
“Abbott!” A male voice suddenly interrupted the conversation. An older man dressed in an expensive suit and sporting a stereotypical handlebar mustache approached Rhett, and before you or Rhett could protest, he whisked him away, claiming he had someone for him to meet.
This left you entirely alone with Camilla. Your palms grew sweaty and your muscles tensed. You were afraid she was going to start prying into your business. And sure enough, she did.
“You’re awfully young,” the woman remarked, idly sipping the expensive cocktail she held between her manicured fingers.
“And what about it?” You asked, immediately defensive. You’d been afraid this would happen.
“Oh, don’t take it personally, hon. I just didn’t think Rhett would stoop to such a level. I mean, what are you, mid-20s? He must have been incredibly desperate.”
You bristled, your skin growing hot beneath your dress. “I really don’t appreciate that,” you gritted out. “He isn’t desperate. It’s not like that.”
Camilla laughed it off. “Oh, you sweet child. You don’t get it, do you? He’s having a midlife crisis. You’re only a phase. Once he gets sick of you? He’ll drop you like a bad habit. He’s only interested in one thing, and it’s not your brains or pretty face.”
You wanted to throw angry, biting words right back at her, but you were speechless. You couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman to speak so boldly to someone she’d never even met. You could feel tears welling in your eyes, and although you willed them to go away, they wouldn’t.
“H-he’s not like that,” you whispered, repeating yourself. You had been with him for nearly a year. Not once did he ever display the tendencies she was describing.
“Honey, I’m just trying to warn you so you don’t get hurt when he gets bored. Go find a man your own age before it’s too late.”
Those tears welling in your eyes began to make their way down your cheeks before you could stop them. You couldn’t fathom how someone could be so cruel. Camilla said something else to you, but you didn’t hear her. You were too overwhelmed, too hurt. Your immediate instinct was to find Rhett. With your breath coming out in short, shallow gasps as you tried to hold in your tears, you turned, your blurry eyes scanning the room for him.
But Rhett had already seen you, and he was making a beeline for you. As soon as he appeared in your line of sight, you knew he was going to come to your aid. He’d been watching you warily from the corner of his eye as he talked to a potential new business partner, because he knew how Camilla Tillerson was. She’d never grown out of her high school mean-girl phase, and she thought just because she was Mrs. Luke Tillerson she could behave whichever way she wanted.
When he saw your shoulders tense, he knew something was wrong, and he excused himself to come to you. And then you turned, and there were tears in your eyes. It set off alarm bells in his head, and his chest tightened as anger welled up inside him.
As soon as he reached you, he was pulling you close, and you let yourself melt into the safety of his arms. Rhett had it handled, you didn’t have to worry anymore. “The fuck did you say to her, huh?!” He demanded.
Camilla’s eyes widened. “Nothing! I was just trying to give her some friendly advice, woman to woman.”
Rhett glared at her. “Like hell you were. You really gon’ stand there and insult my gal? And ain’t it convenient that you waited ‘til I walked away to do it?”
“Hey, there a problem here?” Another voice chimed in. This time, it was Luke’s.
Rhett sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, your wife. Tell her to keep her big mouth shut.”
He ignored Luke’s dramatic reaction, opting to instead end the argument and tend to you. He tucked you under his arm and he led you out of the room. You didn’t see it, but he made sure to hold his hand out behind him as he went, his middle finger in the air to get the message to Luke and his wife across.
Once he had you outside, he led you to the truck, where he stopped to let you pull yourself together. You wiped at your wet cheeks, and he kindly gave you the handkerchief he always kept in his pocket to help.
“How can someone be so mean?” You whimpered softly.
Rhett fought the urge to go back inside and start yelling. It wouldn’t help anything, and it would only get him banned from the event altogether for acting like a fool. Instead, he focused on you. “What’d she say to you, baby?”
You sniffled, staring down at the handkerchief as you gingerly folded the fabric over itself. You relayed the words Camilla had spoken to you, and you watched as Rhett’s jaw tightened, his chest heaving slightly.
“That fuckin’ bitch,” he gritted out. Then he grimaced apologetically. “‘scuse the term, I don’t like to call ladies names but that one deserves it. I can’t believe she’d do that to ya.”
“It’s what I get for thinking I could measure up to all this. I’m nothing compared to all those people in there. They’re filthy rich and I’m just fuckin’ trailer park trash!”
In an instant, Rhett had your face in his hand. “Don’t you dare start talkin’ like that about yourself. I ain’t gon’ stand for it. You got just as much a right to be there as anyone else.”
“Do I? Or am I just your arm candy?” As soon as you said the words, you regretted them.
“You know that’s not true,” he lowly said. “You’re not a fuckin’ object, alright? You’re a brilliant human being and I’m sorry the others can’t see that.”
You wanted to say more, but you were too emotional. “Can we please just go home?”
Rhett sighed softly, but relented. “We’ll talk more about it later.” And then he opened the passenger door of the truck and allowed you to climb in.
Camilla’s words and attitude had really gotten to you. You knew what she said about Rhett wasn’t true, but there was still that nagging voice of insecurity that made you think it was true.
What if he did eventually get bored of you? What if he didn’t even love you and he truly was only interested in you for what you brought to the table sexually? Those were all lies, and you knew that. But the longer you let them fester, the more tortured you felt.
When you arrived home that night, you went right up to the bedroom without saying a word to Rhett. He stood at the foot of the steps and watched you go up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he sighed tiredly and sauntered over to his extravagant liquor cabinet.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go before he poured another, and then made his way upstairs to where you were already getting ready for bed. He decided to give you a few moments of silence before he tried talking to you again. You obviously needed a little time.
Instead, he busied himself with getting ready for bed himself, shedding his clothes and slipping into a fresh pair of underwear to sleep in. Then he finished off his whiskey before he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
It wasn’t long before he was settling into bed, all while you were still busy at your vanity, going through your skincare ritual. He gave you that time to yourself as he cracked open the book he’d been reading the last few nights, perching his reading glasses on his nose as he did so.
A few minutes later, you joined him in bed, slipping beneath the plush covers. He didn’t waste another moment as he quickly set his book aside. “We need to talk this out.”
You sighed. “I know.”
“Do you? Because I don’t think y’ do.”
You looked at him with a furrowed brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Listen, I ain’t the best with words, but…I don’t think you know just how much you mean to me. I don’t give a shit what Camilla Tillerson says. She’s wrong, you hear me? You’re not just some phase that I’m gon’ get bored of. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You make me a better man and I’m forever grateful, you hear me? So fuck what all them prissy, starch-collared cowboys think. Because I know the truth. And the truth is that you’re the love of my life. Nothing’s gon’ change that.”
At his earnest confession, your eyes welled with tears again. “Oh, Rhett,” you whispered. You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him.
“I love you, you hear me, girl? I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.”
And somehow, you knew he would.
His confession eased your fears, but there was still that little insecure voice within you. However, somewhere along the way, you determined in your heart that you were done caring about what people thought.
You loved Rhett, and he loved you. You weren’t going to hide that. So you continued attending events with him, walking in with your head held high, proud to be standing by your man’s side. You didn’t let anyone talk poorly about him, or yourself. You stayed far away from Camilla Tillerson, and you refused to listen to comments that she or her family made toward you. What they thought didn’t matter.
Rhett proved his love to you over and over again. He showed you that what you shared was real and true. That you were the only one for him. And it wasn’t long before he pledged that love to you with a ring.
You were married in the woods. You wore a whimsical dress with a crown of flowers in your hair. You even got Rhett to wear flowers in his hair. You said your vows under an old weeping willow, with the local pastor officiating. Rhett’s niece Amy and her wife flew in to witness the marriage, and his mother Cecelia, who was well up in years, but still just as lucid and fiery as she’d ever been, came too.
It was a quiet, intimate ceremony. And after it was all said and done, Rhett treated you to a honeymoon in the mountains, in a little log cabin built for two. It was blissful and dreamy and everything you ever could’ve hoped your honeymoon to be.
He treated you like a queen, and you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was it for you. There was no one else you could imagine spending your life with. He’d found you at rock bottom and offered you a steady hand to hold, slowly pulling you to your feet and building you up until your old life was but a bad memory.
With Rhett, you wanted for nothing. You were loved, provided for, protected. He was the greatest gift you’d ever been bestowed, and you cherished him every waking moment.
Now, whenever there were business events to attend, you walked proudly by his side, displaying the beautiful ring he’d placed upon your finger, letting everyone know that you were the one that had made Rhett Abbott believe in romance again after all these years of wallowing in his own loneliness.
Your life together was sweet, and it went down easy like a spoonful of honey. Gone were the rough days and the fear of wondering if you’d end up living on the streets. Now, you woke up every morning to the sun streaming through your windows and your husband’s strong arm slung across your waist, and you silently whispered a prayer of thanks to the universe for it.
That was exactly the kind of morning you’d just woken up to. It was early, especially to be awake on a Sunday morning, but you were alert as could be. Beside you, Rhett was still sleeping peacefully, the sheets slung loosely over his naked hip, his silver hair mussed against the pillow.
Sundays were his day of rest. He wasn’t above doing hard labor, and could often be found working out in the fields with his ranch hands. But Sundays were reserved for rest and spending time with you. Usually, you would gently wake him, but because it was early, you decided to let him rest a little longer. He deserved it after a long and arduous week.
Instead, you slipped out of bed and went to get into your swimsuit so you could jump into the in ground pool in the back. Although the sun had barely been up that long, it was already quite hot outside, and you were eager to take a dip in the cool water to start your day.
You donned a white bikini. It was simple, but it was Rhett’s favorite. Particularly because the straps wear easy to untie and gave him easy access to the body that he loved so much. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, because you knew he would be delighted to wake up to the sight of you in your skimpy bathing suit clinging to your wet skin.
As you sneaked back through the bedroom, he was still sound asleep, and you left him be. You padded through the house with your feet bare, the air conditioning cool against your exposed skin as you went, raising goosebumps in its wake.
But the second you stepped outside, you warmed right up. You stopped to grab a beach towel and a bottle of SPF in the outdoor cabinet near the door, and then you took a moment to put on the cream, allowing it to soak in for a bit before you stepped toward the pool and dipped your foot in, shivering at the coolness.
Sucking in a breath, you finally went for it, quickly lowering yourself off of the concrete edge and plunging straight into the water. You squeaked at the cold shock, but moments later, your body grew used to the temperature, and you relaxed, closing your eyes for a moment before you swam to the other edge of the pool to grab a large innertube to float around on.
You pulled it over your body and then rested your arms over the inflated edge, breathing out a sigh as you let yourself float around aimlessly. You rested your head atop your hands, letting your eyes drift shut as the water gently lapped at your body. It felt heavenly, and you relished in every moment of it.
You couldn’t believe that this was your reality. A giant in-ground pool in the middle of a glorious ranch in Wyoming. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined you’d be in this position, but here you were, all thanks to your million dollar man.
“Thought I’d find y’ out here.” Speak of the devil.
You smiled, lifting your head to take in the sight of your husband. He was dressed only in the white underwear he’d worn to bed, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander brazenly, drifting toward his crotch.
“Mornin’, Daddy,” you sighed.
He raised a brow as he stopped at the edge of the pool. You eagerly swam toward him, and he leaned down to kiss you. “Mornin’, little darlin’. Sleep okay?”
“Like a baby.”
He smiled, kissing you again before he turned, opting to take a seat on one of the soft lounge chairs. You watched as he reached into the side table that stood beside the chair, pulling out his pipe set. You couldn’t help but bite your lips as you watched him ready the old pipe. It had been given to him by his grandfather, and he only used it once in a while. It was intricate, hand carved and passed down through the generations.
He noticed you eyeing him, and he smirked. “What? I’m feelin’ fancy this mornin’, sue me.”
You shook your head. “Oh, no, keep going. You know how sexy I think you look with a pipe.”
He rolled his eyes as he pressed a scoop of cherry tobacco down into the pipe. “Yeah. Sexy like a fuckin’ grandfather.”
“Exactly.”
He snorted in laughter. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot who I was dealin’ with. My wife loves old men.”
You giggled in response. “Hey, I only have eyes for one old man, and that’s you.”
You shared a good-natured, knowing look with him before you spontaneously turned and dipped back into the water. Rhett leaned back against the lounge chair, taking a puff from the pipe and letting the smoke curl into the air. He watched you through hooded eyes, admiring the way your body moved in the water. He noticed that you were wearing his favorite bikini of yours, and he couldn’t help but groan low in his chest.
You swam about for a few more laps, all under Rhett’s watchful eye, before you finally decided to get out of the water. You felt his gaze on your body as you emerged from the pool dripping wet, bathing suit clinging to your skin. Your nipples were prominent beneath the fabric against your breasts, and Rhett could see it clearly.
You grabbed the towel you’d set out early, using it to dry your body, right in front of your husband. You turned to catch his cool blue gaze, and the way he was looking at you made you weak in the knees. He stared right at you as he brought his pipe back to his lips, and this time, when he released the smoke, he created smoke rings that floated up into the air.
God, did he really have to make everything so sexy?
“What’s’a matter, honey?” He teased, a twinkle in his eye.
“Nothin’!” You peeped, shaking your head as you finished trying off.
He smirked again, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. Then he leaned back, spreading his legs. You had full view of his cock, and those heavy balls of his, barely hidden by the fabric of his underwear. You swore you began salivating, and he wasn’t even hard yet.
“Come sit on daddy’s lap, little darlin’.”
Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play. Without a word of protest, you tossed your towel aside and climbed into his lap. He set his pipe in its cradle so both of his hands could rest on your hips. “Look so pretty, glimmerin’ like a fuckin’ diamond,” he mused, admiring your damp, shimmering skin.
You leaned in, searching out his lips, and he obliged you, kissing you languidly. In the process, you lifted your hand, discreetly tugging at one of the ties on your bikini top. When you parted, the top conveniently fell, revealing your breast.
“Oh, oopsie!” You exclaimed.
Rhett rolled his eyes. “Yeah, oopsie.” But he brought his hand up to untie the other side, and then the back. With ease, he plucked the fabric from your body and tossed it aside, revealing your chest. “Much better.” Then he surged forward, opening his mouth to swirl his hot, wet tongue around a nipple.
You gasped lowly when he closed his lips around the little bud, suckling softly. “Know I can’t resist these fuckin’ gorgeous titties,” he growled, teeth nipping at you.
“I know,” you gasped, “‘s why I wore this set.”
He grinned at you as he made quick work of untying the bottoms. “I figured. Dirty little slut, know exactly how to get daddy goin’, don’t ya?”
He went back to mouthing at your breast, his other hand coming up to knead at the one he wasn’t laving his tongue all over. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him as you relished in the feeling of his teeth gently scraping against your nipples. It sent shockwaves of pleasure crackling along your spine, and you could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.
Rhett was obsessed with your tits. He always wanted his hands or his mouth all over them, and you were more than happy to oblige.
“Can’t get enough of ya,” he murmured, his large, warm hands squeezing your ass. “Mind if I fuck t’ out here, baby? Or would you rather go inside where it’s cooler?” He was always so considerate of your comfort.
“Out here,” you gasped as you pulled his mouth to yours, your fingers threading through that silvery hair. “Don’t wanna wait.”
He hummed in amusement. “Impatient lil thang,” he drawled.
“Can’t help it,” you sighed as you positioned yourself so your pussy was against his slowly hardening cock. “Need my daddy right now.”
He growled low in his chest. “Yeah? Poor baby, daddy’ll give you what you need.”
You whined in response, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you began to rock your hips back and forth. His big arms came up to wrap around your torso, and you basked in the feeling, eyes drifting shut. You felt so safe, surrounded by him. The sweet scent of cherry tobacco was comforting, paired with the scent of his shampoo, and the natural, intoxicating musk that could only be described as Rhett.
You could get drunk off of his scent alone.
When he realized you were inhaling him, he hummed knowingly. You were like a little puppy, the way you always sniffed at him. He found it endearing.
But then he felt your cunt soaking through the fabric of his underwear, right against his cock, and he forgot all about that cute little quirk of yours, his brain short-circuiting.
Above him, you could feel him growing harder and harder against you. It was your favorite feeling, because when he was hard, he grew so big. You’d never forget the first time you saw his hard cock. You had meekly questioned how it was going to fit inside you.
Now you took it like a champ, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still like to talk it up and tell him how big he was. You knew how much it got him going.
You looked down, and whimpered pathetically when you saw him growing between your legs. Almost frantically, you began rutting your hips more quickly, building friction.
“Hey now,” Rhett drawled, “slow down there, baby. We got all mornin’, ain’t no rush.”
He tipped your chin up to kiss you again, and you shivered in his arms. “I know. But I wan’ you now. Need to be full, need your fat fucking cock inside me.”
Rhett’s eyes widened at your brazen language. He wasn’t shocked by it, he just wasn’t used to you being so bold right off the bat. Usually, it took getting you a little worked up for the filthy talk to start, but he was already getting your unfiltered desires and you’d barely even begun.
Before he could reply, you were scrambling to get his underwear down his legs. Moving quickly, he aided you, yanking them down the rest of the way and kicking them aside.
Without warning, your hand was on him, stroking him to full hardness as he grunted in surprise. You leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from your pursed mouth, right onto the shiny, pink tip.
You used it as lubricant to stroke him further, but within seconds, he was gently pulling your hand away. He then reached between your thighs and slid his middle and ring fingers inside you, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat. “Gotta get you ready,” he murmured, and suddenly he was fucking his fingers into you hard and fast as you squealed and fell forward against him, the obscene wet sound reaching your ears.
You weakly grasped at his arm, unable to speak, but you knew if he kept going you’d end up squirting all over him. “Da-d-daddy!” You managed to squeak.
And then, all at once, he stopped. He pulled his fingers from you and used your slick to further lube up his cock. You watched, salivating as the tip began to glisten with precum. Eagerly, you reached down, swiping your finger over the slit and smearing it around.
Rhett gasped, shivering at the sensitivity.
“So pretty, Daddy,” you mused, admiring the glimmering hardness beneath you.
“S’all for you, little darlin’,” he rasped. Then he grabbed your hips, arranging you properly before he aligned himself with you. “Let’s see if this needy pussy is ready f’ me.”
He ran the plush tip over your aching clit, and you trilled softly, closing your eyes in anticipation. Then, finally, you felt him as your entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he began to push into you. Little by little, your anatomy stretched to accommodate him. You could feel every vein, every twitch, and it already had your eyes rolling back in your head.
“‘ere you go,” he praised, his eyes fixed on the place where your bodies met. “Just a little further. C’mon honey, I know you can do it.”
At his encouragement, you sank down all the way, until you felt his balls pressing against you and you’d taken him down to the hilt. Then you glanced down and smiled proudly. “I did it, Daddy. I took the whole thing!”
Rhett beamed. “Atta girl. Takin’ it like you were made to.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the skin. “You wan’ do it by yourself or do ya need Daddy’s help?”
Your brow furrowed as you considered the ultimatum. “I wanna try to do it by myself first.”
He nodded, leaving a kiss to your knows. “Alright then, go ahead. Take what y’ need.”
You placed your hands on his big, broad shoulders and began to slowly move atop him, using your thighs to lift yourself off before sinking back down. Rhett’s own hands found purchase on your thighs, lovingly squeezing at the flesh, enjoying the feeling of you building your own rhythm.
As you did so, he dipped his head forward again, mouthing at your breasts, tongue swirling around each nipple. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, taking in every sensation you felt.
The stretch of his cock inside you, the shock of his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh, the feeling of his hands, calloused from years of work, resting on your thighs. His presence was so big and manly, surrounding you entirely. You felt so safe, like nothing in the world could harm you.
“Love you, Daddy,” you breathed as you began moving faster, focusing on the task at hand. Up, down, swivel your hips against his. A steady rhythm that you stayed with, periodically tightening around him as you did so.
“Love you too, baby.”
Rhett watched you above him, his eyes shining like the stars. You were so beautiful like this, slipping into the throes of pleasure. He wished he could have this moment etched in gold and display it on the walls of his home.
Your soft whimpers filled his head, swirling around like the smoke from his pipe. The sweetest music to his ears. He ran his hands along your body, as if committing the feel of your soft skin to memory.
“So pretty like this, ain’t ya? Usin’ Daddy for your own pleasure.”
At that, you moaned, opening your eyes to gaze into his own. “Feels so good.”
“I know. I can feel you gettin’ wetter.”
And he could. Your arousal had begun to drip down against his balls, and you were so slick that you had to focus on being careful so you didn’t accidentally take him too deep and hurt yourself.
But soon, your thighs began to burn, and you grew fatigued from doing all the work. You’d bitten off more than you could chew. You needed help.
“C-can you take over, please?” You asked.
“Already?” He cooed. “I thought for sure you’d last longer. You’re just a pathetic little thing, ain’t ya? Need Daddy’s help with everything.”
“Yes sir,” you agreed, nodding your head and gazing at him with doe eyes.
“Don’t worry. I gotcha.” His hands tightened around your hips, and suddenly, he was moving you up and down on his cock with his sheer strength. You gasped loudly, immediately falling forward against his strong chest as he did so.
You felt every inch stretching you, splitting you open. Your mouth parted to let out your unabashed moans and whines, already so blissed out that you were drooling against his chest.
He began shifting his hips up to meet yours each time he brought you down, jarring you as he fucked you fast and deep, fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass.
But he didn’t let you get too used to that position, because it wasn’t long before he was suddenly pulling you off of him. You squeaked in protest, looking at him in confusion.
“Want you on y’re hands and knees,” he gruffed. He slipped out from under you, and you watched his hard cock bob as he got up, glistening in the morning light.
He had to arrange you how he saw fit, because you were too preoccupied staring at his dick. Then he was behind you, clutching your hip with one hand while the other aligned himself with your cunt.
In one swift but careful thrust, he was back inside you, and you all but howled against the lounge chair. He lifted his hand to swat your ass, leaving a brief sting that was soothed by his gentle palm.
Then that same hand rested on the small of your back as he pushed you all the way forward so your face was against the cushion. Then he began to roll his hips forward, and you whined at the feeling. This angle was so much more intense, and he felt even bigger somehow.
“S’big, Daddy!”
“I know. Poor little pussy’s just stretchin’ so wide to take me. I don’t know, think I should pull out and make you take m’ fingers instead?” He pulled his hips back, and you gasped, immediately reaching back to grab at his arm.
“No! I can take it, promise! I’m a big girl!”
“Are you? And here I was under the impression that y’ were just a little thing.”
“No! Please!” You begged.
Then he thrust forward, and you let out a wail into the open air. Good thing no one could hear you back here. “Alright then. Wan’ you to lay there and take every last inch of Daddy’s dick.”
And you did. He fucked you hard and fast, and you clawed at the cushions for purchase, your mouth open, your eyes screwed shut. It felt like heaven, and you were certain you weren’t even on Earth in that moment. You were floating above yourself, watching your husband claim you as his.
Again, drool spilled from your mouth, this time soaking the fabric of the cushion beneath you. You moaned and squealed and cried out, wonderfully blissed out.
But all too soon, Rhett was switching positions again. He pulled out of you once more, and this time, you wailed. “Daddy, no!”
“Be fuckin’ patient,” he huffed as he turned you onto your back. “I’m gon’ give it back to you.” He shoved your knees up toward your chest, and then he was inside you again, stealing the breath from your lungs.
This time, he pressed the weight of his body against you, keeping you grounded as he began fucking into you. A hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides, not to cut off airflow, but blood flow. Within seconds, your head was going woozy, and Rhett grinned down at you.
“Filthy little slut. Bet you’d come right now just from my hand around your throat if I let ya.”
You would, because you’d done it before. However, that wasn’t his goal in that particular instance. He simply wanted to watch the way your body reacted to it. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open, leaving you in this state of pure, unadulterated bliss.
He felt you tighten around him, and he grunted, pushing his cock even deeper. Your hands clutched at his flexed forearm, nails digging into the skin, sure to leave marks. He growled and grunted above you like a goddamned animal, fucking you within an inch of your life, and you took it like the good girl you were.
And then you felt it. The tip of his cock brushed something inside you that sent you into orbit.
“That’s it. Look at’cha. Got your eyes rollin’ back in your fuckin’ head.” Then he grabbed one of your hands and brought it down to your lower abdomen. “Feel that?”
All you could do was squeak in reply.
“‘S Daddy’s cock inside ya.”
At that, you let out a deep keen, tears beginning to stream down the sides of your face. You sobbed and moaned and made all sorts of sounds that you might’ve otherwise been embarrassed about, but Rhett couldn’t get enough.
Then his scruffy face was nuzzling into your neck, and his teeth were nipping at your pulse point, and you swore you were going to black out from the glorious intensity.
“D-d-” was what came out of your mouth. He knew what you were trying to say.
“What is it, huh darlin’? What’s my baby need?” Suddenly his fingers were at your aching clit, rubbing short, sharp circles, and you jolted against him like a live wire, pussy clamping around him. “Oh, that’s what you needed. Poor thing, Daddy was neglecting that sweet little clit. I’m sorry.”
He kissed you, swallowing your cries as he pumped his hips in time with his fingers at your clit. That, paired with his free hand still around your throat, you knew you were a goner.
“Go-gonna c-c-come! Please D-Daddy can I–”
But you didn’t even have to ask. “Come.”
And you did. You tried to scream, but it died in your throat. Instead, your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Rhett stayed close, his forehead pressed to yours as you fell apart around his pistoning cock.
You were free-falling, plunged straight into the depths of an orgasm so fiery and all-consuming that you lost yourself to it. You were not of yourself. You were on an entirely different plane of existence, vibrating with crackling electricity, as if you were a bolt of lightning flashing through the sky.
The molten heat surged through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. And Rhett held you the entire time, your body trembling fiercely in his arms.
It took some time to come back to yourself, and when you did, you found him gazing down at you, his eyes as clear blue as the sky above him. He let out a breathless laugh. “Hey there, darlin’. Welcome back to earth.” He’d slowed the movement of his hips just to let you recover.
“I…wow,” was all you could say.
“That was intense, huh?”
You nodded, your eyes watery.
“You okay to keep goin’? Or do you need a break?”
“I-I think I’m…okay.”
But that didn’t convince him. “Look at Daddy.” You lifted your eyes to his gaze. “I need a for-sure answer. Can I keep goin’?”
“Yes,” you finally answered with confidence. “Wan’ you to keep going, please Daddy.”
He smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Good girl, that’s all I needed.” Then he kissed you before he leaned back, pushing your knees toward your chest again.
And just like that, the switch was flipped, and he slipped right back into that harsh dominance, as if it was a well-fitted glove. Suddenly he seemed so much bigger above you, and you felt tiny. It made your heart sing.
Slowly, he began to move within you again, and you whined, closing your eyes at the delicious stretch. Rhett leaned back to admire the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole, and the creamy ring of your cum that now decorated the base of his cock.
He reached down, swiping his fingers against the base and gathering your slick before he brought those same fingers to your mouth, sliding them past your lips. “Tastes so good, don’t it?” He murmured lowly, and you nodded in agreement, eyes wide and watery, gazing up at him with such trust and adoration.
He leaned in to kiss you, tasting your cum on your lips. He stayed close, wrapping your legs around your waist and pressing his chest to yours. He began to fuck you deep and slow, rutting into you. This allowed you to feel every inch, every spasm, everything.
He caged you in with his big strong arms, protecting you from the word. You were so safe. So secure. Rhett would protect you from all harm.
“You mind if Daddy fills y’ up, baby?”
“Please,” came your whisper.
“Good. ‘Cause ‘m close.”
With his mouth against yours, he began to pick up the pace again. Quick but deep thrusts, cock battering that spot inside you that made your toes curl. It was inevitable that you’d come once more before he did, just by the way he had you feeling. A steady pressure had begun to build deep within the core of your being, and eventually, it would have to be released.
Then his fingers were at your sensitive clit again and you were mewling into his open mouth. Stars danced in your eyes, on your skin. You felt like you were part of a glittering galaxy.
Your arms found their place around your husband’s shoulders, and you held tightly to him as he went a little faster, a little deeper. Building and building and building. And you were already growing closer by the second. You knew your end was almost upon you.
“Daddy!”
“Go ahead.”
This time, when you came, it flooded from you, soaking Rhett’s cock, dripping down beneath you onto the lounge cushion. It was his turn to have his eyes roll back in his head, and he fucked you through it.
“Fuck, got this pussy squirtin’ all over me,” he hissed, slipping out of you to run the tip of his cock rapidly over your clit, prolonging your orgasm and making you cry out.
Just as you came down, he slid back into your still-spasming cunt, grunting at the tightness that surrounded him. He gripped your thighs in his strong grasp and his focus shifted to chasing his release.
Beneath him you were so far gone that all you could do was lay there and take it, still writhing in bliss, silent, pleasured tears falling. Your head was swimming, you felt as if you were floating through time and space.
“Look at me,” Rhett’s lilted baritone filled your fuzzy head, and you opened your eyes, locking your gaze with his. “Gon’ fill your pretty pussy up. Want you to take it all like my good little darlin’.”
You nodded, eager to take his load. His movements quickened, hands clutching you tight as he thrust forward hard and fast. You held onto him to keep yourself grounded, body trembling, hovering on the brink of being too overstimulated to handle much more.
And then, finally, you felt it. Rhett gasped, mouth falling open as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He kept his hips flush with yours, cock spasming within you, spilling the heat of his release into the deepest part of you. And you took it all gladly, body relaxing entirely at the feeling of him claiming you. You’d never tire of it.
He gradually came down, his body falling limp above you, though he still kept himself from pressing his full body weight into you. His softening cock was still nestled inside you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to keep him there a little longer.
“M’ good girl,” he cooed down at you. “Took that so well.”
You smiled dreamily up at him. You didn’t quite have the wherewithal to speak, but that was okay. He didn’t need you to speak. Gingerly, he moved to slip out of you, but you whined in protest, not wanting to part from him.
“Y’ gotta let me go, honey. Can’t stay like this forever.”
“W-want you close,” you whispered.
“I know, and you can have me. But I gotta get you cleaned up first. And it’s gettin’ hotter by the minute, I ain’t about to let my pretty little gal get heatstroke on my account.”
He kissed you sweetly as he pulled his hips back, shushing your cries. You hated the initial empty feeling, especially when you were feeling fragile like this. But Rhett was quick to soothe you.
“Up ya go.” He lifted you to your feet, and you wobbled a little, still woozy. He secured a steady arm around you and guided you back into the house.
It was much cooler inside, and it felt good on your heated skin. However, you hardly even registered what was taking place, you were still feeling floaty. But Rhett had it handled.
He guided you upstairs, where he made sure you used the bathroom and took a quick shower just to rinse off. You didn’t have to make any of the decisions for yourself, because he did it for you, knowing you couldn’t handle trying to clean up by yourself. You needed this form of aftercare for your own well-being.
A little while later, you were clean, and dressed in one of his old rodeo t-shirts. You felt a little more like yourself, albeit a little fuzzy. Rhett had just finished helping you put lotion on your legs, and he was smiling up at you from where he knelt on the floor.
“I’ll bet you’re hungry after all that work,” he teased.
You hummed sleepily. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“How do some blueberry pancakes sound for my little darlin’?”
It was your turn to smile. “Sounds so good.”
“Alright then, let’s head on downstairs. You’re also gon’ drink yourself a nice glass of water while you’re waitin’ for your food. Ain’t gonna have you dehydratin’ on me.”
You hummed in agreement and allowed him to lead you out of the bedroom and back downstairs. He kissed the top of your head as you went, and you sighed happily, feeling at peace.
You were led to the kitchen, where you sat at the round table and waited for your husband to prepare your breakfast. As promised, he slid a glass of water in front of you and encouraged you to drink it. You sipped on it as you watched him move about the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how good you had it.
Spending the morning being fucked by the pool, and having breakfast made for you? The old you could never have imagined this would be the case. You were eternally grateful that life had given you a second chance and allowed this man to come to your rescue when you needed him most.
You had faced a lot of adversity in your life, but now, it all seemed worth it, because it led you here.
Rhett truly was your saving grace. The yin to your yang. The moon to your stars. He was your million dollar man, and you wouldn’t trade him, or his love, for anything else in the world.
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Can I request fairy giving mob!bucky a blowjob?❤
Love your stories
no big deal
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Content Warning: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader, mature themes, idiots in love, smut (blowjob), fluff. Set pre-wedding!
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a/n: discovered this rly far down in my drafts, it was practically fully written so i just finished it off. i missed writing for buck and fairy, hope u all enjoy <3
"You wanna what?"
A polite smile rests on your red-painted lips as you sit up straight on the chair opposite him, as though you've just proposed the most casual business idea. You're wearing a white button-down and a grey pencil skirt, paired with the black Louboutins he bought you last Christmas. "Didn't you hear me?" You ask him.
When you surprised him at work with a visit during your lunch break, Bucky guessed you just wanted to hang out, or that you needed his help for something. But what you actually came to talk about was the last thing on his mind.
Bucky uncrosses his legs before leaning forward in his chair and narrowing his eyes. "You want to give me a blowjob?"
"Yep," You chirp. "What time are you free today?"
"Fairy, what the fuck?" He sputters, baffled. "Are you high?"
You pout, widening your eyes. "Please, Jamie?"
"Stop that," Bucky orders you sternly, doing his best to ignore how hard your begging is making him. "Tell me what's going on, now."
Letting out a sigh, you sit back. "I need to practice how to suck dick," You admit lowly. "I... I've never done it before."
"What?" He asks with a scoff. "But you've been with plenty of guys - your body count's probably higher than mine."
"Okay, that is not true," You counter, before shrugging. "But I've still never sucked a dick. I mean, guys have asked, but I always just... said no."
That makes him snort. "You are hilarious," He says between chuckles, before his face becomes serious. "Have you ever been eaten out?"
"Of course; I'm not a complete prude," You scoff.
"So, let me get this straight: guys give you head and you just... never return the favor?" He questions you with a smirk. "I respect it, fairy."
"But I need to learn how," You say with frustration. "One day, someone's gonna ask, and I'm actually gonna want to - but I won't know how."
"And so you wanna practice on me?" Bucky asks you with a quirked brow.
"Exactly!" You confirm.
"Won't it be weird?" He presses. "You know, seeing as we're friends, and all?"
"Pfft," You wave your hand flippantly. "What's a blowjob between friends? It'll be fine. You're just helping me out. I wouldn't feel comfortable doing it with anyone else."
He stares at you for a few moments, contemplating your offer. On one hand, this is everything he's ever dreamed of. Most of his fantasies begin with you on your knees in front of him - but he didn't think it would ever actually happen. What if it makes things weird between you? He's constantly making sexual jokes and flirting with you, but only because he knows you'll laugh it off. This is real.
"Don't look so worried, Barnes," You say nonchalantly. "It's for educational purposes, and who knows? You might even enjoy it."
You're gonna be the death of him.
"Alright," He utters, trying his best to appear unfazed. "Fine. Whatever you want; no big deal."
"No big deal," You repeat with a smile, before clearing your throat. "So, when do you wanna do it?"
Right now. Right fucking now. Tell her to get on her knees and fuck her fucking face right fucking now, Buck-
"Tonight," He says, ignoring his wild thoughts. He doesn't wanna scare you off, and he wants to do this properly because he respects you too much for it to be quick and sleazy. "Come over to my place; we'll have some privacy."
Feeling your stomach flip as it all becomes real, you nod. "Okay. I'll see you tonight, then."
"Okay," Bucky replies with a nod and a small smile. "Tonight."
"Hi."
Bucky looks you up and down and a smirk blooms on his lips. "Hey, fairy. You look beautiful."
"Thanks," You reply coyly while walking into his home. He takes your jacket and hands it to his butler before leading you into the dimly lit lounge.
"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks you while your stomach bursts with butterflies.
With warm cheeks, you can't hold back your grin and nervous laughter. "This is so weird."
Bucky holds your chin, staring down at you. "Why is it weird?"
"Because... you're being all... sexy," You say, unable to meet his eyes.
"You think I'm sexy?" He asks with a cocky smirk, before leaning closer. "I think you're really fucking sexy, too."
Swallowing thickly, you blink up at him. "Are we role-playing right now?"
He doesn't answer you, and instead places both hands on your hips before pulling you closer. Scanning your face, he lets out a loud sigh. "So, you wanna be a big girl, hmm? Think you can handle my thick cock in your throat?" He questions you coyly.
A squeak escapes your throat as your heart thuds in your chest. "Buck."
He tuts, playfully pouting down at you. "Aw, it's okay, baby. I know how desperate you are to suck me off. Daydreaming about how it'd stretch your pretty lips apart. How do you think it'll feel on your tongue?"
Nervously, you take hold of one of his arms. "I... I don't know."
"Tell me what you imagine, baby," He orders you gently. "When you think about it, how does it feel?"
"I- I guess... soft," You whisper. "But hard, too."
"And how does it taste?" He pushes, cupping your face and forcing you to keep your eyes on him.
There's only one word that comes to mind, and you can't help but say it. "Good."
Bucky feels his dick twitch at your answer, as he chuckles darkly. "What a slutty little girl you are," He mutters. "Can't believe nobody's taken advantage of your desperation to be fed some good cock, yet. You are desperate, aren't you? Say it."
With a shaky breath, you lower your voice. "I'm desperate, Bucky."
"For what?" He presses firmly as his eyes darken.
"I'm desperate to have your cock in my mouth," You manage to say, blinking up at him.
"Oh, I know, fairy baby," He mumbles arrogantly, before leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose. "As much as I'd love to fuck your face and ruin your throat tonight, I'm gonna let you take it your own pace."
Your heart races as you nod. "Okay, Bucky."
Five minutes later, you're kneeling on a pillow on his bedroom floor while he's sitting on the edge, holding his hand out to you.
"Kiss me, baby," He murmurs.
You falter a little at his request. "That wasn't part of the-"
"Kiss me and I'll get nice and hard for you," He says firmly. "What good's a soft dick?" All it would take is for you to glance at his crotch to see that he's definitely not soft, but he just wants an excuse to kiss you.
With a sigh of defeat, you reach up, planting your lips on his. He's quick to force his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place. Admittedly, you feel yourself getting wet as he gropes your body, stroking your skin and squeezing your ass. Your hand trails down his chest and to his boxers, where you rub his boner.
"Oh, fuck," He whispers, bucking his hips up. "I'm so hard for you, fairy."
A shiver runs down your spine and you slowly get back down onto your knees, until your face is eye-level with his crotch. He sits up and watches as you fumble with his zipper, pulling it down and taking out his big, hard cock. Your eyes widen at the size of it, and your stomach flips.
As you graze your fingers over it, Bucky shudders. "No teasing, baby, c'mon," He whispers.
You grin up at him before pressing a gentle kiss to his tip, making him smirk.
"How about you make it a French kiss, huh?" He suggests coyly. "Go on, fairy. Put it in your mouth. I promise you'll like it. I swear."
With a deep breath, you part your lips and slowly place it on your tongue. It feels foreign in your mouth, but you gather your wits and let it slide over your tongue.
"Oh, yes," Bucky whispers, throwing his head back. "Just like that. Take as much of me as you can, baby."
And you do. You squeeze your thumb as more of his cock fills your mouth, wincing when his tip hits the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you slowly slide your mouth back off him, making him groan. Your eyes flicker up to him and you repeat the action, taking as much as you can into your mouth, a little more each time.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Bucky whines lowly, placing his hands on the back of your head. "Doing so well, fairy. Fuck."
A sense of pride fills you as you reduce him to a moaning mess beneath you. Bucky's always been a sexually intimidating man to you, so it feels good to be able to pleasure him. It feels powerful.
"You sure you never done this before?" He utters lowly, stroking your hair. "Fuck, baby. Oh. Just like that. Keep doing that."
You keep your eyes on him, taking everything you've learnt from porn and doing your best to apply it. Your legs squeeze together as you feel yourself getting wet, getting off on the fact that you're getting him off.
"So fuckin' good, baby, fuck," He mumbles, running his hand through your hair. "Don't think I'm gonna last much longer if you keep going like that. Shit."
You speed up your movements, bobbing your head up and down as you take more and more of his length, growing more confident by the second. A few more moments pass before Bucky sucks in a sharp breath and his legs tense up.
"Baby, I'm-" Suddenly, he finishes in your mouth, taking you by surprise. You do your best to remain calm and swallow his cum as it coats your throat. Bucky shudders, pulling on your hair while he mutters low groans. "Oh, fairy, you're so fucking good to me."
Once he's done, you pull your mouth off him and immediately grin. "Was that good?" You ask, practically bouncing on your knees.
Barely recovered, he lifts up his head and looks down at you, raising a brow while he breathes heavily. "Good?" He repeats incredulously before reaching down and picking you up, sitting you down on his lap. "Fairy, that was fucking incredible. Are you sure that was your first time?"
"It was," You confirm with a smile, feeling proud of yourself.
He brings his thumb to your chin and wipes up a stray drop of cum before bringing it to your mouth. You part your lips and take in his thumb, sucking it clean.
"Fuck," He whispers, already sporting a semi.
"Thanks for letting me do that," You whisper, resting your hands on his shoulder.
"Thank you," He counters with a soft scoff, before raising a brow. "You sure you're okay with everything that just happened?"
"Absolutely," You confirm firmly, giving him a sly grin. "It's no big deal. We're friends; it's fine."
"Yeah," Bucky utters, not so sure he believes that your friendship will be the same after tonight. "No big deal."
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A Day with Duckie (Sequel to Three Generations)
Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Rooster is a Dad; Female Reader with No Name or Physical Description, No Y/N, Third Person POV; OC Bradshaw Kid without Physical Description (minus a reference to his smile being similar to Rooster's)
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Summary: Maverick takes Kai to the zoo for the day and finds out why Rooster was so insistent upon needing a babysitter.
Part of Three Generations Universe
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About three months after the mission, the Bradshaw family permanently moved from Virginia Beach to San Diego. And they even moved into a house that was only a seven-minute drive from Maverick’s small residence. So, Maverick was over just about every other day. He tried to not encroach on their family time, but Rooster and his wife assured Maverick that they loved having him around.
And the free babysitting offers.
Rooster’s wife always sounded worried that she was completely inconveniencing him when she asked Maverick to pick Kai up from daycare or watch him for a few hours, but Maverick hadn’t turned them down once. He already missed so much time out of Kai’s life and Rooster’s, so any opportunity that he had to spend with either of them, he was going to take it.
And today, Maverick was going to take Kai out to the zoo for the day. Rooster texted him a few days ago, practically begging for Maverick to watch Kai for a few hours, and even offered to pay him. As if Maverick would take any money for watching Grandbaby Goose.
Gliding through the relatively quaint streets of Miramar, Maverick hummed a tune to himself as he made his way to the Bradshaw family home. He pulled into the driveway and parked his Kawasaki beside the Bronco. Turning off the engine, Maverick reached up to undo the strap of his new helmet that Penny bought him only a month ago.
It followed an afternoon where Kai was learning how to ride his bike and gave his mom a bit of sass about not needing to wear a helmet since ‘Mav doesn’t wear one.’ And, so, every time that there was even a chance that Maverick would see Kai, he wore his helmet. Penny even somehow got one customized to replicate the markings on his pilot helmet.
Walking up to the Bradshaw house, Maverick knocked on the door and waited patiently to be let inside. A few seconds later, Rooster opened the door. But before Maverick could even greet him, he was attacked by a very excited four-year-old with seemingly limitless energy.
“Mav!” Kai screeched happily, wrapping his little body around Maverick’s leg.
“Hey, Kai,” Maverick chuckled, stumbling back a little bit. “You excited to go to the zoo?”
“Yeah!”
“And what do you say to Mav for taking you to the zoo?” Rooster asked his son, in that classic ‘parent giving a lesson’ tone.
“Thank you, Mav!”
“Anytime, Kai,” Maverick chuckled, ruffling Kai’s hair.
“Thanks for taking him again,” Rooster replied, letting Maverick hobble inside with Kai on his leg. “We really appreciate it.”
“Stop thanking me for it,” Maverick told Rooster with the classic grandparent tone.
“Can we go?” Kai pleaded, grabbing Maverick’s hand and tugging it a bit.
“Kai, wait a second. Your mom’s still packing your bag,” Rooster stated somewhat firmly. “And you need to put some sunscreen on.”
Kai let out a sigh, but stopped tugging on Maverick’s hand. When Rooster walked off to grab some sunscreen, Maverick squatted down to Kai’s height and motioned for him to come closer, like he had government secrets. Kai quickly perked up and cupped his little hands around his ear for Maverick to whisper his ‘secret.’
“Don’t worry. The zoo’s not even open yet. We’re not missing out on anything,” Maverick assured Kai, poking him in the side.
Kai let out a little giggle and curled away from Maverick, rubbing his side. But the smile on Kai’s face quickly dropped when he saw Rooster returning with sunscreen in hand. Kai didn’t fight his dad, but he certainly pouted through the whole thing. He even shot Maverick a look that screamed ‘see what I have to deal with?’ that made Maverick have to hide a chuckle behind his hand.
As Rooster was finishing up with Kai’s sunscreen, Rooster’s wife walked into the room with a small bag for the day. She greeted Maverick with a wide, kind smile and a quick squeeze of a hug.
“Thank you again for taking him to the zoo,” Rooster’s wife stated as she handed the bag over to Maverick. “He’s been dying to go since we moved out here.”
“Any time,” Maverick assured her, putting the bag on his shoulder.
“Can we go now?” Kai called loudly, sliding out of his dad’s grip easily due to the sunscreen.
“Yeah, you can go,” Rooster replied, handing the bottle of sunscreen over to Maverick. “Behave for Maverick, okay, Kai?”
After a quick set of goodbyes and Kai all but dragging Maverick through the front door, they headed out for the day. Rooster handed Maverick the keys to his wife’s car, which was the car with Kai’s car seat already in it. Maverick set up Kai in his seat and put his little backpack down on the ground before walking around to the driver’s seat.
“Alright, talk to me, Duckie. Am I clear to maneuver?” Maverick asked Kai as he started the car.
Kai made a dramatic show of whipping around to check the driveway and the road for any sign of cars or other hazards. And Maverick, although he already knew that he was clear and was going to triple check for any dangers anyways with precious cargo in the backseat, waited patiently for Kai to finish up with his thorough check.
“You’re clear, Mav!”
“Copy that, Duckie.”
~~~~~
The zoo was rather full on a nice Saturday, but Maverick and Kai intended to have a good time anyways. Kai was still bursting with energy and pointing at everything that he could see and identify. And even though his identification skills were not always accurate, he certainly sold his story.
Kai waved to his ‘Uncle Coyote,’ even though the animal in question was certainly not Javy Machado and was actually a wolf, not a coyote. He also practically screamed in greeting to ‘Grandpa Goose,’ even though the animal was actually a spoonbill.
Maverick was having a wonderful time and happily snapped plenty of photos of Kai for Rooster and his wife in front of just about every exhibit. They made their way through the penguins, the big cats, and now they were on their way over to the reptiles. And, of course, they had to stop by the grander bird exhibits before they left.
Walking around the outside exhibits, Maverick led Kai by the hand as they entered the tortoise area. However, Maverick quickly noticed a frazzled looking zookeeper diverting people further down the path. And when Maverick saw what the tortoises were doing, he quickly understood the situation.
“Let’s keep walking, Kai,” Maverick tried to urge Kai, but Kai inherited his father’s stubbornness.
“But I want to see the turtles,” Kai stated, tugging a bit on Maverick’s hand. “They’re right there.”
“Oh, yeah, they are,” Maverick chuckled nervously, sharing a look with the flustered zookeeper. “Alright, we saw them, so—”
“—What are they doing?” Kai asked curiously, turning to the zookeeper.
“Um,” the zookeeper grunted out, forcing a smile, “they’re, uh . . . they’re just playing with each other.”
“Oh,” Kai held out, nodding along. He turned to Maverick with an innocent smile. “I saw Mommy and Daddy playing like that!”
The zookeeper let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp and slapped a hand over their mouth. A set of heads swiveled over to Kai and Maverick as Maverick tried to not let his eyes pop out of his skill. Maverick didn’t get embarrassed often or severely. But holy hell, he wanted to get away from those stupid turtles or tortoises or whatever the hell they were in that exact moment.
And, well, maybe he figured out why Rooster was so desperate to have someone babysit Kai.
“That’s . . .” Maverick trailed off, unable to find the right word to use. After a few more moments, Maverick quickly whipped around and pointed over at the next exhibit. “Oh, look, Kai, there’s some ducks over there!”
“Where?” Kai asked, whipping around too.
“Oh, you just missed them, but they went this way, come on,” Maverick replied, dragging Kai with him.
“Okay!”
~~~~~
After a dinner of burgers, fries, and milkshakes and a quick stop at a hardware store, Maverick and Kai returned to the Bradshaw family home.
The sun had already started to set, but there was still a glow of light left in the day. Kai was a bit sleepy, so Maverick scooped him up and carried him inside. Kai insisted that he was old enough to not take a nap, but his energy still seemed to have a limit. At least after 5 PM.
The door was already open for him by the time that Maverick walked around. Rooster stepped outside, dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a casual tank top. He smiled softly when he spotted Kai half-asleep against Maverick’s shoulder.
“You tuckered out, Kai?” Rooster called out to his son.
“No,” Kai protested sleepily.
“Alright,” Rooster replied with a light chuckle, taking Kai into his arms.
“I got a you, Daddy,” Kai stated, picking his head up as he transferred hands.
“A me?” Rooster asked, sounding confused.
Maverick opened the bag that he was carrying and held up a brand-new stuffed rooster from the zoo gift shop. Rooster let out a light laugh before pressing a kiss to the top of Kai’s head.
“Yeah, you did, bud,” Rooster agreed as he headed inside. As Maverick stepped inside behind Rooster, Rooster’s wife walked over.
“Hi, Kai. Hi, Mav, how was the zoo?” she asked kindly.
“Well, I can’t speak for Duckie, but I had a great time,” Maverick replied, smiling proudly.
“Was it fun, Kai, honey?” Rooster’s wife called again, rubbing his back soothingly.
“Good,” Kai mumbled out quietly.
“Ok, let’s get you to bed,” Rooster’s wife stated, pulling Kai into her arms and heading for the stairs. She shot Mav a smile and a small wave. “Thanks for taking him, Mav.”
“Any time,” Maverick replied, returning the nod. Once Kai and his mom were out of earshot, Maverick turned to Rooster. “But I have one last gift for you.”
“What? What gift?” Rooster asked, sounding confused.
Maverick led Rooster out to the car and pulled out a bag from the trunk. Handing it over to Rooster, Maverick motioned for Rooster to open it. Rooster shot Maverick a look, but begrudgingly opened the bag. Pulling out the door lock that Maverick bought him, Rooster took about three half-seconds to register what the gift was, before turning pink with embarrassment.
“He told you?” Rooster groaned, holding a hand to his face.
“Well, apparently there were two tortoises who were ‘playing’ like ‘Mommy and Daddy’ at the zoo,” Maverick replied, folding his arms over his chest. “He forgot about it in about three seconds, but I thought that I should get you a lock. Just in case.”
“You cannot tell anyone,” Rooster begged Maverick, grabbing his shoulder gently. “Mav, I’m dead serious. My wife wouldn’t even look at me for a day after that.”
“I won’t,” Maverick assured Rooster. “Just wanted to spread the embarrassment.”
“You know that I can’t bring this inside, right?” Rooster replied, holding up the lock.
“I’ll leave it in your car,” Maverick stated, plucking it out of Rooster’s hand and putting it into the Bronco. Chuckling to himself, Maverick shook his head, far too proud of himself and this little joke. “You know, if you and the missus needed some alone time, you could have just said that. I babysat you all the time so that your parents could—”
“—Mav, as much as I would love to talk about that,” Rooster interjected, causing Maverick to laugh. “But thank you for watching Kai. We really appreciate it. And he really looks up to you and likes spending time with you.”
“I’m always here if you guys need me,” Maverick promised, nodding curtly. “And tell Duckie that I’ll have the side car attached to my old bike in about a week.”
“I will,” Rooster returned, before he paused. “Wait, what!?”
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Three Generations - Rooster
Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Rooster is a Dad; Female Reader with No Name or Physical Description, No Y/N, Third Person POV; OC Bradshaw Kid without Physical Description (minus a reference to his smile being similar to Rooster's)
This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.
Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission
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Sequel: A Day with Duckie
Maverick remembered the text that he received from Ice about four years prior to the mission.
The kid’s married.
Three little words that felt like bullets straight to Maverick’s heart. Bradley was married. Married. Maverick shouldn’t have been surprised, really. Bradley was more than old enough for marriage. Especially for a naval officer. But it still hurt, it still stung that he wasn’t there to see it.
Ice gave him Rooster’s wife’s name but he couldn’t find many photos of the two of them together. Rooster’s wife’s profiles were all set to private, but Maverick did find some photos posted by one of the bridesmaids. He printed them out and hung them up in his hangar, next to his old photos of Rooster. Even if he cried like a baby while he did it.
It wasn’t until after the mission, when they were sitting alone in their hospital room together, that Maverick had a chance to ask Rooster about his wife.
“You got married?” Maverick asked Rooster quietly.
Maverick gestured to his own left ring finger, which made Rooster fiddle with his gold band. Staring down at his wedding ring for a moment, Rooster tried to figure out how to respond properly to Maverick’s question. Nodding slowly, Rooster turned back to Maverick.
“Yeah, I did,” Rooster answered quietly.
“Congratulations,” Maverick replied softly.
“Thank you,” Rooster returned, fiddling with his ring again.
“How did you meet?”
“She was in the Navy. She worked in intelligence, though. We met through mutual friends and I asked her out. We went on a date to a karaoke bar and never looked back,” Rooster explained, smiling at the memories. “I asked her to marry me about two years after that.”
“And you’re happy?”
“Extremely,” Rooster replied without missing a beat. “Her and Kai, they’re my whole life.”
“Kai?” Maverick asked curiously.
Rooster, seemingly realizing his slip, shrunk a bit into himself. He looked nervous. Incredibly nervous. Fiddling with his wedding band again, Rooster slowly turned back to Maverick.
“Kai is my son.”
“You’re a dad?” Maverick asked, unable to stop the emotion from dripping into his tone.
Not only had Maverick missed Rooster’s wedding, but he also missed the birth of Rooster’s child, and all of the little milestones along the way. And that ache in his chest quietly intensified, though Maverick tried to not let it show.
“Yeah, I am.”
Rooster reached for his phone, pulled up a photo, and passed his phone over to Maverick. He grabbed Rooster’s phone and stared down at the photo. And Maverick would have been lying if he said that he didn’t get a little choked up at the sight of it.
Rooster and a woman that Maverick knew was Rooster’s wife were standing together with a little baby boy sandwiched between them. A little boy that had his father’s smile—albeit one with a few missing teeth—and a matching Hawaiian shirt. Rooster’s wife smiled widely at the camera with her cheek smushed against the top of her son’s head.
And Rooster looked happier in that photo than Maverick had seen him since before Carole passed, even though Rooster wasn’t looking in the direction of the camera. No, Rooster was far too busy smiling at his little family.
“Are they coming to see you?” Maverick asked, handing the phone back to Rooster.
“Yeah, uh, their flight lands tomorrow morning. Phoenix said that she would pick them up from the airport and bring them here,” Rooster explained, placing his phone aside. Rooster paused before turning back to Maverick. “And . . . can you . . . can you not mention the part about me defying a direct order and everything that happened afterwards?”
“I won’t,” Maverick promised, earning a thankful nod from Rooster. “But, at some point, Brad, I think that you should be honest with her about it. As much as you can, given the sensitive information, anyways. Not that I’m in any position to give anyone marriage advice but . . . you should be honest with your wife.”
“I will,” Rooster returned quietly. “It’s just that she gets really stressed when I’m in the hospital. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”
“Are you scared about her reaction?”
“A little bit,” Rooster admitted honestly.
Maverick chuckled, reminiscing about how Goose always looked when he was worried about telling Carole about whatever shenanigans they got into back in the day.
“I’m sure that you’ll be fine.”
~~~~~
Maverick and Rooster were discharged from the hospital the next day.
Phoenix, along with Rooster’s wife and Kai, were supposed to pick them up. Rooster spotted Phoenix’s car and walked after it. The passenger door flew open and Rooster’s wife. She walked around the car to see that Phoenix was helping Kai out of the back seat.
Kai slid out of Phoenix’s car and immediately perked up when he spotted his dad quickly making his way over. But knowing her son, Rooster’s wife snatched him by the back of his shirt before he could run out into the parking lot.
“You have to hold Mommy’s hand when you’re in the parking lot,” she reminded her son.
She looked up and down the road before leading Kai across it. But once Kai safely stepped up onto the sidewalk, she released his hand and let Kai run to Rooster.
“Daddy!” Kai yelled happily, running into Rooster’s waiting arms.
Bradley bent down and scooped Kai up. Holding Kai to his chest, Rooster pressed a kiss to Kai’s hair as he rocked his son back and forth in his arms. Almost like Rooster was trying to soothe himself with his son’s presence.
“I missed you so much, Kai.”
Rooster pressed another kiss to Kai’s head before turning to his wife. She looked like she was trying to hold it together and just barely managing it. But when she caught Rooster’s gaze, she let some more emotion show. Wordlessly, Rooster held out an arm to her and she immediately ran into his embrace, officially reuniting the family of three.
“I’m alright,” Rooster assured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m okay.”
As Rooster reassured his wife and son that he was fine, Maverick walked around them to stand beside Phoenix. After his wife and Kai were soothed, Rooster turned to introduce them to Maverick.
“Guys, this is Maverick. Mav, this is my wife,” Rooster stated, wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist.
“The man who pulled your papers?” Rooster’s wife asked sharply. Maverick winced at her tone.
“We got past that,” Rooster assured his wife, which caused her to immediately relax.
“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you then,” she replied with a much warmer tone. Rooster’s wife walked over to give Maverick a proper hug that Maverick was happy to return. “And to put a face to the name after all the stories.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Maverick replied, releasing Rooster’s wife.
“And this is my son, Kai,” Rooster added, bouncing his son lightly on his arm. Smiling at his son with complete and utter adoration, Rooster nudged him in the side. “Kai, this is Maverick.”
“Hi,” Maverick greeted Kai softly.
“Hi,” Kai returned shyly, resting his head on Rooster’s shoulder.
“Mav’s a pilot like me,” Rooster explained to his son, causing Kai to pick his head up again. “And he used to fly around with your Grandpa Goose.”
“Really?” Kai asked his dad, earning a nod from Rooster.
Kai stared over at Maverick with newfound curiosity and Maverick tried to not choke up at the clear similarities between Kai and Rooster. Kai wasn’t so much his dad’s twin, but he had that same expression and look in his eye that Maverick saw all the time on a younger Bradley. Offering a small encouraging smile to Kai, Maverick decided to approach.
“Yeah, your Grandpa Goose used to sit in my back seat,” Maverick replied, nodding along. “And he was the best at what he did.” Trying to not burst out into tears at the fact that he was talking about Goose while Baby Goose was holding Grandbaby Goose, Maverick managed a small smile. “Your grandpa’s callsign was Goose. Your dad’s is Rooster. What bird do you want as your callsign, Kai?”
“Mommy calls me ‘Duckie’,” Kai informed Maverick, ending his sentence with a giggle.
“Yes, because he’s impossible to pull out of the water once he’s in,” Rooster explained, shaking his head playfully at his son. “And he pretends that he can’t hear us.”
“No,” Kai giggled, clearly lying.
“He’s also a great liar,” Rooster quipped, tickling Kai’s stomach.
Kai squealed and pushed his dad’s hand away, but he couldn’t stop giggling. And Maverick tried to not burst out into tears again. Baby Goose had a baby. The little baby that he used to babysit and take for extra ice cream had a little baby of his own now.
God, Maverick was getting old.
~~~~~
After spending the day with the rest of the Dagger Squad, Maverick and the Bradshaw family of three retired to Maverick’s quaint residence in town. Rooster grew up in the house after Carole’s death and his old bedroom was perfectly preserved from that time.
It was only about a half an hour before Kai’s bedtime when Rooster approached Maverick in the kitchen.
“Can you watch Kai for a second?”
“Yeah, of course,” Maverick agreed, nodding along immediately. “But why? Where are you going?”
“I just thought that I should tell her,” Rooster explained, keeping his voice low. “There were too many close calls as it was with the rest of the Dagger Squad, so I need to tell her. About the mission and . . . my little stunt.”
“The couch is very comfortable,” Maverick joked, earning a tired sigh from Rooster. “You’ll be fine.”
“I hope so,” Rooster replied, straightening up.
Rooster thanked Maverick before the two rejoined Kai and Rooster’s wife out in the living room. Rooster managed to find an old Connect 4 game in the cabinet and his wife tried to teach Kai how to play. They were sitting around the coffee table with Kai studying the layout closely.
“Can I play with you, Kai?” Maverick asked, moving to sit down beside Kai.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, not taking his eye off of the board.
Maverick saw Rooster lean down to whisper something in his wife’s ear before she nodded. Turning to Kai, Rooster’s wife leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder, causing Kai to look up.
“Behave for Maverick, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Rooster and his wife got up and headed out of the room to talk. Kai turned to Maverick once his parents were out of sight.
“Why did they leave?”
“They just needed to talk about some things. Adult things. Nothing fun,” Maverick stated, causing Kai to nod with a slight pout. Maverick moved to take the seat that Rooster’s wife was sitting in and picked up a yellow piece. “Did you take a plane to get over here, Kai?”
“Yeah,” Kai stated, smiling up at Maverick.
“Do you like flying?”
“Yeah.”
“Has your dad ever taken you flying before?” Kai shook his head dramatically, causing Maverick to nod along. “You just fly with your mom then?”
“Yeah. Daddy gets scared,” Kai informed Maverick, leaning on the coffee table.
“Well, it’s a little scary when you’re a pilot and someone else is flying the plane,” Maverick replied, very well acquainted with the control freak tendencies that popped up when a naval aviator flew commercial. “And your daddy just wants to make sure that you and everyone else is safe.”
“Mommy tells him to relax,” Kai replied, emphasizing the word with a wave of his hand.
Kai must have seen his mom do that exact routine at least a thousand times because he seemed to know the part by heart. He had the expression, the wave of his hand, and the tone down perfectly. Maverick couldn’t help but laugh.
“Does he listen to her?” Maverick quipped, failing at hiding his amusement.
“Sometimes,” Kai answered with a giggle.
“Like you?”
“Yeah.”
Maverick was about to ask Kai another question when Rooster’s wife’s voice echoed around the house. The door to Rooster’s old bedroom did little to muffle the shock and sheer incredulousness of Rooster’s wife’s question.
“You did what!?”
“Have you ever seen the moon, Kai?” Maverick asked the toddler, quickly getting up to his feet.
“Yeah,” Kai replied as Maverick scooped him up into his arms.
“Well, looking again wouldn’t hurt,” Maverick reasoned, setting Kai on his hip. “And maybe we’ll even see a few stars too.”
“Oh-kay,” Kai agreed with a sigh, laying his head on Maverick’s shoulder.
“And where was your brain during all of this!?” Rooster’s wife snapped loudly.
“Yeah, let’s go look at the stars, Kai,” Maverick stated quickly, hurrying out the back door.
“Was that Mommy?” Kai asked, staring back at the house.
“No, I don’t think it was her.”
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He’s Mine
Summary: Every year there is an event held in New York for the people in the mafia. Being the wife of Kylo Ren, the head of the mafia is no easy task especially when a certain person gets under your skin for being with Kylo. Luckily with a little help of the Knight of Ren, you made it clear to that person that Kylo belongs to you.
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summary: being jealous of a cat is stupid, so why is rafe glaring at your cat.
"your damn cat scratched my hand!" rafe exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. he pointed at the tiniest scar ever. you could barely see it.
you rolled your eyes and kept playing with merlin, who seemed to enjoy his mom's attention. rafe swore the stinky monster was challenging him. and the little patience he had was running out.
"it's because you kicked his toy in the garbage can." you tried to reason with rafe but he was unmovable.
"well, that stupid toy and your stupid cat were in my way." he kicked another toy of merlin, making the pet hiss.
"isn't daddy so mean?" you purred, giving him a kiss, which only made rafe complain louder.
not only did merlin despise him, peeing on his shoes and jumping on him every time he tried to kiss you but he was also stealing all your attention from him.
"first of all im not this devil cat's dad," he put his hands on his waist, exasperated "and i'm the injured one, so why are you not paying attention to me?"
you let out a giggle, finally letting merlin scurry away, before pulling rafe's hand "come here, you big baby."
rafe had barely any time to sulk before he felt something warm and liquid on his sock "fucking merlin peed on me, again!"
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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐬. || 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 @little-diable — 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
Three years ago, your husband picked up a case that had changed the trajectory of his career, and your relationship. Nights were no longer spent dancing in bars, but instead leaning over documents under the lamplight, sipping at cold coffee that had been left sitting on the desk.
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𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫. || 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝/𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, “𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲” 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
“Where is my husband?” You asked, heels clicking on the marble floors of your penthouse.
“He’s not home yet, Mrs. Ren,” the maid was apologetic.
You frowned, checking your watch. He should’ve been home, but work was keeping him once again. Kylo’s job involved many late nights, leaving you alone in the luxurious penthouse, yearning for your lover. While you certainly didn’t feel neglected, you wished you had more time with your husband.
“Shall I start dinner?” You turned to her.
“No, that’s alright. I don’t know when he’ll return. Do get a bottle of red out of the cellar though, please.”
She nodded obediently, and you excused yourself back to the master suite. You laid your coat over the back of a chair, setting your purse and shoes down with it.
More than anything, you wished that Kylo were home. Work was stressful for you both, and you ached to blow off some steam and relax with your lover.
You dimmed the lights, slipping out of your suit and hanging it in the fabulous walk-in closet that you’d been given. You missed Kylo, unable to wait for him as you crossed the floor to the king sized bed. You dropped into the white sheets, reaching into your bedside drawer until your fingers found what you searched for.
You pulled the vibrator out, parting your legs and turning it on. Your head fell back on the pillows as you touched the buzzing head of the wand to your clit, shuddering as you absorbed the stimulation. Your eyes fluttered shut, memories filling your mind of Kylo fucking you in nearly every position imaginable.
Soft moans spilled from your lips as your nerves ignited, the vibrations spreading through your pussy and radiating to your fingertips. You imagined Kylo fucking you, having you draped over the desk in his office, ignoring his work for once.
“Kylo… Kylo, fuck me,” you moaned, arching your back as you came around the pink silicone pressed against your throbbing sex.
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Kylo came home from a demanding day at the courthouse, to the maid holding two glasses and a bottle of wine.
“Mister Ren, your wife has requested these for you,” she chittered, handing him the expensive drink.
“Thank you. Where is the woman of the house?” He questioned, and she shrugged.
“In your suite, I believe. She’s only just arrived home a few moments before you.”
“Take the rest of the evening off, you deserve it,” he said kindly, earning a meek thanks before she rushed out, as intimidated by Kylo as everyone was.
He took them, walking back to the bedroom to meet you, though he was surprised by the sight of you naked on the bed, masturbating and moaning his name. Kylo’s arousal immediately rushed through him, his suit growing tighter as he stood in the doorway, watching your nefarious activities.
“Enjoying yourself, darling?” His voice startled you out of your post-orgasmic bliss, your eyes snapping open.
“Kylo, you’re home!” You gasped shyly, tossing the toy aside and sitting up.
He crossed the room, setting down the bottle and glasses before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Let me see,” he held your knee, prying your legs apart as you flushed in embarrassment.
You opened your mouth to speak, the words getting lost in your throat as he knelt down between your thighs, his tongue flattening against your soaked folds. Kylo ripped a strangled scream from your lips as he lapped up the mess you’d made of yourself, overstimulating your swollen clit.
Your fingers tangled into his dark curls, pulling hard and writhing beneath him, trying to escape his sinister tongue. Kylo tortured you into bliss, making you cry and scream the name of the lawyer, thrashing in the sheets and pulling his hair. You were panting and trembling as he finally let you go, lying beneath him, out of breath and overstimulated.
“I missed you, Kylo,” you murmured, running your hand over his strong bicep.
“I missed you darling. I’m sorry about the late nights,” he apologized, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.
You turned, catching him in a real kiss, parting your lips as his tongue slid into your mouth. He smiled into it, making your stomach erupt in butterflies.
He reached for the wine, pouring it into the glasses while you sat up next to him. You took one, smiling as he watched you drink.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered shyly.
“Because I adore you.”
You turned your face into his chest, making the man laugh. He never quite understood how you could be so shy and dainty after committing such sins for him.
The wine soothed your frayed nerves, calming you down from the intense high you were riding. He was eager to get out of his own clothes— and expensive Gucci suit— and join you in nudity.
“I want a proper fuck,” you said, standing as he undressed and walking out to your open balcony, stepping onto the veranda.
He grinned, grabbing the bottle off the small table and following you to the hot tub that rested on the balcony, high enough no one on the ground could see you, but still out in the open, a feature you found arousing.
You pressed a button, making jets and bubbles swirl in the hot water as you sank in up to your shoulders. Another glass of wine later, Kylo’s hands were all over you.
You sat on your husband’s lap, completely naked except for the diamonds in your ears and on your finger. His large hands were groping your breasts, tugging and pinching just to hear you moan and arch off his chest.
“I fuckin’ missed these,” he hissed, kissing bruises onto your throat.
“Kylo, I need your cock,” you moaned, so horny you could hardly contain yourself, trying to grind on his lap.
“Filthy girl,” Kylo teased, gripping your jaw and planting a messy kiss on your mouth.
He pushed you forward, bending you over the edge of the hot tub, your knees on the bench. A jet was positioned to spray directly between your thighs, an intentional choice made by your deviant husband.
Kylo slapped your ass, watching you jolt forward, earning more pressure on the jet. A shudder wracked your body, along with a pathetic whimper that had his cock hardening.
“Please.”
“Please what, darling? Be good and let me play with you a bit longer.”
You dropped your head to rest on your folded arms, your moans muffled as he spanked you a few more times. It was because you’d been touching yourself without his permission, though it was left unsaid. The hints of pain only left more arousal stirring between your hips, riling you to the point of writhing desperation. He turned your ass rosy, dipping his fingers down between your slick folds every few strikes, teasing you for being aroused by the spanking.
You were practically delirious with need, begging Kylo to fuck you, making it harder for him not to give into your demands.
“Shh, shh. I’m going to give it to you, and you’re going to take it all like a good little wife,” Kylo shushed you, wrapping a hand around the column of your throat.
He ground against your curved backside, nearly making you sob before you felt him line up at your entrance. You gripped the edge of the tub, moans silenced by his grip on your throat as he fucked into you in one fluid motion. Kylo was huge in every aspect, splitting you open like the first time even after years of being together. His cock filled your channel, brushing against places that had stars dancing in your vision and electricity sparking through your nerves.
“Daddy,” you whimpered— the endearment making Kylo thrust harder and faster, your hips colliding with the edge. Your back bowed, pushing your chest out further in a display of filth.
The water pressure was constant against your clit, making your thighs shake as Kylo pounded into your cunt. A cigarette hung from his lips as he squeezed your hips with his hands, burying himself fully inside of you as he came. Your scream echoed off the balcony as you tumbled through your third orgasm of the evening, unable to hold back after the feeling of his come being fucked into you. The head of his cock brushed your cervix, hitting deep as Kylo continued with sloppy thrusts. You squealed and wriggled in his arms, unable to stop him as it became too much, the jets on your pussy, him filling you, and come leaning down your thighs, all as you fought for oxygen against his palm squeezing your throat.
“There you go, darling. Taking my cock so well,” he praised, feeling you come against your own will, white-hot and intense.
“Daddy, too much,” you sobbed weakly, shaking in his arms.
“Hush, you’re done,” Kylo swallowed your whimpers as he pulled out, leading you back on his lap away from the jets.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, hands holding his forearms for stability, though Kylo would never let you fall.
He soothed you with gentle kisses to your face, meeting your lips tenderly.
“Let’s wash off and have some dinner. I’m proud of you,” he spoke lowly, helping you out of the hot tub, carrying you to the shower and setting you down on shaky legs.
He allowed you to clean up while he cooked in the marble kitchen, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up on his forearms. He looked handsome that way, dark hair falling in waves to frame a sculpted face. He smiled up at you as you entered, pulling you into a hug.
“Do you have to go back to the courthouse tonight? To meet your client about the case?”
“No, darling. The ADA is taking care of it. Told them I had to come home to you,” Kylo’s deep voice comforted you as you buried yourself in his chest, arms wrapped around his wide torso.
“Thank you.”
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The Camerons’ Family Vacation
Rafe Cameron/F!Reader
Rafe just wants to spend time with you, even if it has to be outside in the cold. He certainly doesn’t want to go back to the cabin where his family is bound to take your attention away from him.
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Warnings: Fluff. (Love)sick Rafe. Mention of past addiction. Rafe is just adorable, and I love him, really. Definitely OOC Rafe, though. Is Rafe possessive, or does he just want to spend time with his girlfriend? Suggestive content.
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“I’m not giving you my coat, flower.”
Rafe was determined to stand his ground. He was not to succumb to your pitiful gaze and your pouting lips. Not this time. No matter how much he wanted, no matter how pretty you looked with snowflakes in your hair and doe eyes pleading with him to do your bidding.
When he asked you to come with his family for their annual vacation in Aspen, he told you to pack warm clothes. He told you.
He knew you got cold even in early summer when all the other girls on the island were donning their prettiest swimsuits and the boys were shedding the preppy shirts their fathers no doubt made them wear. And it wasn’t like he didn’t do the same every year. But not you. No, you were coming over for your dates and hangouts instead of waiting for him to pick you up, just so you could rummage through his wardrobe and steal his favorite sweater. You always looked ridiculously cute with your attire of shorts that barely peaked from beneath the fabric and his green sweater with sleeves that hung way past your fingertips.
It was his favorite sweater because you were his favorite girl. Not that he’d ever tell you that. Not with the way Topper and Kelce were constantly teasing him for being a simp and the way you were laughing with them, teasing him. Those moments always put a smile on his face - you and his best friends.
Which leads him to today. Rafe always brought his best friends with him if only to make being with his family more bearable. Always. But somewhere between last year’s summer when he started talking to you after some asshole had made you cry and this winter, already a little over a year in a relationship with you, he had decided that if Kelce and Top made Ward’s constant biting remarks and offensive comments tolerable, you’d make all his days pleasant. It was the only possible deduction because since he started spending time with you, everything seemed better. Brighter. More meaningful.
There was this other thing, too. His family loved you. He was a little jealous at times even, not that you’d ever catch him saying that. Not of you, but of them. Sarah was constantly coming to his room when you were over, asking to go grab a coffee or go hand wit her and her pogue friends (not that Rafe would ever let you come close to those dirty pogues). Wheezie had made you her designated play date partner. Even Rose would invite you to go shopping with her. And all of that meant less time for Rafe to spend with you, basking in your presence. Less time of your gentle voice lulling him, of your bright smile litting up his day. Less time to spend with his favorite, delicate flower. Oh, but the worst of them all was Ward.
The first time you came over to Tannyhill, his father had thought you were just a friend of Sarah. And just like with any of her friends, he went beyond himself to make a good impression. He asked you if you wanted anything if you were comfortable, and how was your family doing - not that he even knew who they were. Once he said that Sarah wasn’t home yet, you seemed to realize that he didn’t know you were here to see his son. When you stammered that you just wanted to know where Rafe was, you could see how his smile dropped a little. And even though he remained polite, there was this newfound coldness toward you. His smile was a little tighter, his questions fewer. And soon after that he just upped and left the room without even saying goodbye as if you were a piece of trash a loved kid brought in - disgusting, but unerasable.
That same evening, Rafe had gotten the shouting down of his life about “that gold-digging girl” that was with him only because of the Cameron’s fortune. Because in his father’s mind, no one would choose to be with Rafe for anything but the money.
After that, Rafe resolved himself to his father never approving of you. And while if this was something new, if you hadn’t been dating for a quarter of a year already, he might have dumped you just to appease his dad, now he just knew that what he had with you was far more important than his father’s expectations of him. So in no certain terms, he told Ward to fuck off.
Despite all that, you won over his father in a matter of weeks. Even when he was outright rude to you, you’d remain kind and patient. You’d listen to him talk about Cameron Development, about the maintenance workers he employed in the estate and on the boat. Even about golfing with the other Kooks. Maybe you were the only person to actually listen to Ward’s business ramblings. And at the beginning, this wasn’t good enough for his father. He saw it as you trying to steal business secrets and contacts of his clients, and he made sure he told Rafe exactly what he thought of your “schemes.” Then, once you gathered all your courage, you started piping up with suggestions and solutions to problems that even Ward hadn’t noticed. And while this wasn’t taken very well at the beginning, too, all seemed to change once his father caught you praising his firm to one of his potential clients. A very tough client that only you seemed able to convince of the merit of making business with the Camerons. After that night, Ward’s attitude towards you completely changed. In his own words, you were “kind, smart, ambitious, and far too good for the likes of his son.”
Since then, his father had only two modes when it came to you - either trying to play matchmaker with kooks that he deemed “worthy enough” of you, or he’d beg and plead with you to stay with his son. For as much as his father didn’t show it, he loved Rafe. And he’d never seen Rafe as healthy or as happy as once when he started dating you. You had even helped him wean off of the coke. Not that it was easy. Since the very beginning you had told him that if he was to do this, he had to do it for himself, not for you. And he did. He did want to do it for himself. Because he wanted to be stable enough to grow and to create a space for you to grow along with him, too.
So it wasn’t even like he had much of a choice when it came to you accompanying them to Aspen. If he hadn’t asked you, he was sure someone else would have (Ward had asked you to come with them a month before Rafe but you’d never tell him that). And you were overjoyed when he did. Rafe would never forget the look on your face. The way you lit up and jumped into his arms.
He knew that despite how many times he told you to never care about his family’s opinions of you, you still wanted them to like you. So he appreciated how happy you were that his family accepted you, even if he reminded you that he’d stay with you no matter what.
The price of being so adored by his family was that he now had to constantly share you. And God forbid, he put his foot down about the issue in Ward’s company. His father would go on a tirade that you weren’t Rafe’s (even if you were), so he had no right to stop you from socializing with the other Camerons. But Rafe didn’t want to stop you. He just wanted to spend time with you.
Which led him to where he is now. If there’s something that his entire family was fond of, it was skiing. So while he did want you here, because the thought of being apart was physically painful (like this constant ache where his heart was supposed to be), he also did it in the hopes of getting some time with you. Especially considering that you didn’t actually know how to ski. But it seemed luck wasn’t on his side, or maybe you were just too lovable because while his family would usually spend every waking hour skiing, this year Rafe found them lounging around the cabin, waiting on you to play board games and drink hot beverages. So for the last couple of days, Rafe begged you to go on a walk with him. He knew that you didn’t particularly like being cold and wet and freezing to death (even if you’d burrow into his warmth in the height of summer with the excuse of the nights being “chilly”) but he just wanted one damn day without having to implore for a minute of your attention.
So currently he was too well aware that his family was waiting for the minute you’d step back in the cabin like some kind of crows about to steal away something so bright from him.
“But Rafey… I’m cold.”
No. No, he could not, he will not, give you what you want. Not this time. And it was simply not fair for you to call him that way! You knew how much he pretended to hate it and how much he actually loved it.
“Flower…” He groaned roughly. You hadn’t walked for more than twenty minutes. And he knew you well enough to sense that if he gave you his coat, you’d pity him and insist to go back to the cabin. And then his family would win. “I told you a hundred, no, a thousand times to dress warmly.”
And then he heard it. The quiet sniff. And logically, Rafe knew that it was from the cold. That he didn’t make you cry, because he never had, just like he promised himself that he never will, once he started dating you. And yet the sound broke his heart. Because for some reason, there was an emotion driving him that he didn’t want to name yet even if he knew it. For some reason, he couldn’t stand the thought of not meeting his girl’s every need.
And with a deep sigh, Rafe Cameron took off his thick wool coat and wrapped it around you. And because you looked especially pitiful shivering slightly under the fabric and still quietly sniffing, he also took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck.
Of course, he knew what was about to follow. And there it was. You giving him this long look through thick eyelashes, scanning his figure now only clad in a thick sweater and ski pants, shaking your head and murmuring something too softy for him to hear.
“I can’t have you like that, babe. You’ll freeze to death. Let’s go back to the cabin and stay home.”
It was funny. The way his heart dropped at the words, knowing his family would intercept you. And the way the same dead organ soared, jumping out of his chest once you took his hand in yours. And when you rubbed circles onto his skin with your thumb, it made him shiver.
With each step to the cabin, Rafe tried his best to prepare himself. Here’s to another day without you. It was humorous how he invited you so you could spend more time together and yet he felt like you were less with him than in the Outer Banks. He knew it was not your fault, of course. He knew that you were the sweetest human being alive and couldn’t say “no” to his family. But he still felt bitter about it, even if you never saw it.
When your fingers wrapped around the door handle of the cabin, he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He tugged on your hand until you were facing him, and dipped so he could taste your lips.
It never stopped surprising him, how soft your lips were. How sweet, how delicate. How just with a stroke of his tongue, you liquified in his arms, turning into a complete mess. Now was no different. Today you tasted of the hot cocoa you had drank earlier and a sweetness that was entirely you. Rafe stepped forward, trapping you between him and the door. Your kiss wasn’t one of dominance, instead, it was a gentle exploration. While Rafe was always hungry for you, he never wanted to rush your intimate moments together. No, he wanted to enjoy everything to the fullest. Which made him such a tease. Even now he was sneaking his hand around your neck softly, not to choke but just to stroke the gentle skin, heated from his scarf. It made a tremor run through him, how silky your skin was.
The deeper he kissed you, the more you felt like falling into a bottomless pit. If just a few minutes ago you were cold, now you were almost unbearably hot. And then Rafe just had to do that thing with his tongue where he gently licked the top of your mouth. And suddenly you were moaning his name.
“R-Rafe… We should… ah– we should go inside.”
Yes. Inside. Rafe had completely forgotten why he kissed you in the first place. To savor you before you were taken away from him again. He didn’t like that prospect very much, especially now that he had you in his arms.
And just as he was about the protest, you opened the door and Rafe knew to separate himself from you.
When he entered the living room, he noticed that none of his relatives were there. But before he could question it, he felt your much smaller hand tugging on his, leading him to your bedroom. And he followed you as he’d always do.
The second the door closed behind you, you dragged Rafe down by his collar and kissed him just as deeply as he had moments ago. And while lost in the kiss, you sneaked your arms under the fabric of his sweater and tugged it up, so you could undress your gorgeous boyfriend.
“Flower–” but there were your lips on his neck, sucking and nibbling on the gentle skin, making Rafe shake with restraint before he could even get a word out.
“F-fuck, flower… You know how much I’d love to do that, do you, but ah– my family might hear us and I think my family would kill me if I were to… uh– “taint” my gorgeous girlfriend.”
Rafe expected a lot of things after saying that, but certainly not your giggle that soon turned into a full-belly laugh. You almost doubled over on the floor even. And Rafe couldn’t help but flutter a bit with the sound just like his heart did.
“Rafe, you silly goose. Your family’s not here. Yesterday they said that they’d drive down to the town so they could buy more food…”
Then you seemed to realize something and became flustered.
“Plus, I’d never, I’d never sleep with you with your family in the other room!”
Now it was Rafe’s turn to laugh. His pretty, pretty girl. He was always surprised how innocent you could act sometimes as if just a day before coming here he hadn’t ravished you in his room while everyone was home and Ward had business partners over.
“Oh, flower, but you’ve been sleeping with me every night since we got here!”
That seemed to make you even more embarrassed as you looked at the floor, fidgeting with your fingers.
“You know what I meant Rafey.”
“Well, then, pretty girl, looking at that my family’s not in the other room, what would you say we got back to our previous activities?”
And you would. You would love to let Rafe have his way with you. It wasn’t even very much allowing it as it was enthusiastically participating, too. But during your conversation, you had noticed that Rafe was shivering slightly and it didn’t seem to be due to your little make-out session. No, it looked like the cold had seeped deep into Rafe’s bones and you were suddenly dragging him to bed, even if for far different purposes than he hoped.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. You caught a cold because of me.” And before Rafe could stop you, you were darting out of the room, preparing him tea and grabbing blankets from the other rooms to pile on top of him. The second you were once again beside him, your fingers were ghosting his forehead, checking for fever.
“Flower, please. It’s okay, I don’t even feel sick.”
It was like you didn’t hear him at all, just gathering medicine, a thermometer, and all things you deemed necessary to take care of him.
“Are you okay, baby? Do you want something? What do you want us to do?”
“Well, I know the perfect way for you to warm me up.” Rafe wiggled his eyebrows.
“Rafe Cameron! Don’t you joke around when you’re sick! You might get pneumonia for all we know!”
But all your boyfriend did was shrug, lift the covers and wait for you to get in bed with him.
“What do you say we just cuddle, my pretty flower?”
You nodded and both of you almost fell into each other in a way filled with familiarity. You with your head on his chest and an arm around his torso, and him with his chin resting atop your head and an arm wrapped around you.
“Rafe?”
“Hm, pretty girl?”
“I just want you to know that I’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you, flower.”
You felt Rafe placing a feather-like kiss on the top of your head and for a while it was quiet, both of you lost in each other.
“You know, flower, all I wanted for this vacation was for us to spend time together. And while I hoped to engage in some more interesting activities under the covers, I’m happy that now I’m sick, you’d play the sexy nurse and pay attention to me.”
Your heart broke, hearing that Rafe had felt neglected since you two came here. But you quickly pecked his lips and murmured like a sacred oath: “I always pay attention to you, pretty boy.”
And Rafe knew the name of that reason, that emotion that always drove him when it came to you. And finally admitted it to himself, safe in the heat of your body.
He loved you.
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If your taking requests could you write buzzcut Rafe cameron x reader
Rafe being wiped for reader + reader being his passenger princess
No one is allowed to drive or sit in the front except her. If his going to a party with his friends they need to sit in the back because the front seat is her's
And if he is ever looking for a new car she needs to go with him so she can pick the one she likes couse it's "there" car and his girl needs to love it otherwise it's returned before you can blink
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I absolutely love this idea! I hope I haven't completely butchered it x
Passenger Princess
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings - Fluff, small moment of pain.
As requested above
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Ever since your first date, Rafe didn't let anyone in the front seat. He would happily feel like chauffeur if it meant that the front passager seat was always yours.
"In the back, man," Rafe told Topper as he opened the passenger door.
"Wh. What?" Topper frowned, looking into the car and finding Kelce already sat in the back, who shook his head.
"Get in the back." Rafe looked at him like he was stupid.
"You can't be serious. It's just us three"
"It's my girl's seat"
"She's not even here," Topper protested and looked to Kelce for help.
"I tried, my dude. Just go with the crazy, " Kelce shrugged.
"She will be later, and I don't want you musty ass on it." Rafe was deathly serious as Topper stared at him, like he'd grown two heads. "Get in the back or find another way,"
Rafe had offered them a lift to the main land as he was going to pick you up from a night out.
"Jesus, girl got you pussy whipped" Topper grumbled as he climbed into the back.
"How's that whiplash from Sarah feeling?" Rafe immediately shot back with a smirk as he glanced back in the rear view mirror.
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The front seat of his car was truly yours. The glove box held your favourite hand cream and lip gloss, along with a few snacks. Which you happily munched on after Rafe picked you and Sarah up from the club.
You had been on the main land, celebrating a friends birthday. You had texted him that you were done way before the night was planned to be over. The crowded club, the music, and the lights all too much without him there. Even when Rafe arrived with Topper and Kelce, you just wanted to go home and what his girl wanted, she got.
"You good, baby?" He asked, glancing over at you as you had made yourself comfortable.
You nodded as you sat curled up his jacket while his hand rested in your thigh, his thumb gently stroking your exposed skin.
As Sarah slept in the back, you gently ran your nails on the up the back of his neck, lovely that his buzzcut gave you better access to his scalp. Your nails made him hum and smile.
"Thank you for getting us, handsome," you said softly and kissed his cheek as you leaned over the centre console.
"Of course, I would come get you, baby." He took your hand and kissed your knuckles as he watched the road.
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"Rafe, why are we at a car showroom?" You asked, as you sipped on an ice latte he brought you on the way.
He just smiled at you as he pulled into the parking lot. Every expensive make of car you could think of was there, all brand new and ready for Rafe to buy.
"Honestly, baby. Why are we here?" You asked, getting out of the car as he held the door open for you.
You felt very undressed in your crop top and shorts, while Rafe looked perfectly in place with his checkered shirt, chinos, and designer shades over his eyes.
"We are getting a new car, baby girl." He smirked and wrapped an arm over your shoulders as he walked you towards the showroom doors.
"Good afternoon, Mr Cameron. It's a pleasure to see you again. How may I help you?" A middle-aged man, in a perfectly ironed suit and tie, greeted Rafe.
"Help my girl with whatever she wants." Rafe politely shook his hand before resting his hand on your lower back.
The salesman was a little taken aback but quickly recovered and nodded before happily showing you to any car you liked the look of.
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You loved Rafe's new car. It had all sorts of amazing controls that you happily played with every time you were in the car.
You loved the led lights on the floor and the way the speakers sounded. The heated seats and air vents were set just right for your comfort. It was so perfect that for the first week, you asked Rafe to go for a drive almost every day.
On a very hot day, you found a fault with it, but you didn't want to tell Rafe. You desperately tried not to wince every time you moved.
"What's wrong, baby?" Rafe asked, noticing how tense you were. You hadn't moved to play with the studio or grab your drink for a little while.
"Nothing." You smiled at him and played with his hand that had been in its normal place on your thigh.
Rafe looked you up and down before humming. Once it was safe to pull over, he did, turning off the engine and facing you.
"Something is wrong. What is it?" His tone was gentle but demanding.
You sighed, looking down at his hands. "You know. You know, I absolutely love this car, right?"
He nodded and gave you an encouraging look to continue, "But? I feel like there's a but there"
"But." You sighed. "The leather seats aren't the most comfortable with shorts on"
Most comfortable was an understatement, with the leather having been in the sun and you in shorts. It felt like the back of your thighs were on fire.
Rafe frowned before getting out and coming around to your door "Get up, baby"
You shook your head, scared you would leave a layer of skin behind.
"Babygirl, I can't fix the problem if you don't get up," He said softly.
Moving off the seat was just as painful as you imagined. You winced in pain as you took Rafe's hand before looking to see the damage. Surprisingly, the seat was clear of skin, but damn, did you thighs burn.
"Jesus, baby," Rafe squatted down and gently touched your sore skin.
When you whimpered, he placed a gentle kiss on both before standing up. "Stay there"
He quickly opened the boot and grabbed the hoodie he always kept in the car for you. He placed it on the seat, making sure every bit of leather was covered before letting you back in the car.
Your plans for that afternoon changed there and then. Rafe drove right back to the showroom and demanded fabric seats in any pattern and colour of your choosing.
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He’s All That
Summary: Bob has always been shy, which has gotten in the way of meeting folks. So, his friends decide to give him an impromptu makeover.
Shoutout to @liz-allyn who came up with this idea and said “Abby, how have you not written this yet?” You’re not in this fandom, but I love you and love how we bonded over our childhood love of Bill Pullman
Warnings: Language, Rooster being a himbo, Phoenix having the majority of the group’s braincells, drinking, afab reader
Bob was shy.
Always was, always had been.
As a child, he found comfort in clinging to his mother’s leg while she talked to other people. It allowed him to take in what was happening without being dragged into the conversation.
Of course, folks always noticed him. Always cooed as they kneeled down to exclaim, “Aren’t you just a shy young thing!” before continuing the conversation with his mother.
Sometimes, he misses those days. Not the part about being a child. Moreso, he missed how folks would make the observation and just move on.
Now he had friends who could not take a hint.
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Tiktok Trouble- Jake Seresin
Authors Note: Let me know if you like this, might do more
Warning: Allusions to smexy times
Word count:1519
Description: You learn you like pranking your husband….tiktok likes it too.
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