#lewis pullman drabble

[winterwolvie]

Good Luck Glasses

pairing: Lewis Pullman x Reader

warnings: use of Y/N

I walked a few steps behind Lewis. It was still strange to be out in public with him. Not just because I was basically a nobody, but because I wasn't the kind of girl he'd dated in the past. I wasn't a model. I was just... me.

He must have realized I wasn't beside him anymore, because he stopped and turned back toward me. His ball cap was pulled low, and he was wearing a pair of dark aviators. The corner of his mouth tipping upward. He was handsome. Beautiful even. When he smiled, he was practically angelic.

"Are you stalling, Y/N?" he asked, reaching out his hand toward me. "You look like you're going to the gallows."

I took his hand, lacing our fingers together and squeezing. His skin was warm against mine. The scent of him--light cologne and soap--settled in my lungs and dragging my heart into a calm rhythm. I leaned toward him and rested my forehead against his chest with a nervous smile.

My chest relaxed just a little. "It's Danny," I admitted softly, my voice shaking a little bit. "He's your best friend. His approval matters. Like... a lot."

Danny Ramirez was Lewis's best friend. His roommate. Probably the one person whose opinion meant the most beyond his mom and dad. And now we were walking toward a restaurant to have dinner with him. It felt like the world was about to change.

Lewis grinned and pulled off his aviators. He grinned even more as he wrapped his free arm around my shoulders. "He's gonna love you, little bit," he said, lips brushing against my temple. "And if he doesn't... I'll just have to set him straight about it."

I let out a slow breath as my anxiety released a little more. I leaned back to look up at him. "You're amazing, Lew. D'you know that?"

"Convinced you to date me, didn't I?" he teased. Then he slid his sunglasses onto me with a wink. But then his eyes softened just a little. "You make me want to be amazing, Y/N. Now... rock those aviators and keep being you. Danny will love you."

I looked up at him through the tinted lenses of his favorite sunglasses. The ones that made him look a little roguish and insanely handsome. The ones that make my heart skip a double beat when he pulled them down his nose and winked at me. They were his good luck glasses.

He was my good luck everything.

With one last breath, I nodded and squeezed his hand. Then took a step forward, leading the way to the restaurant where Danny Ramirez waited. Maybe Lewis was right--honestly, he probably was. I smiled.

"Let's do this."

[oncasette]

hiii bestie congrats on 1k! mwah

could i get bob floyd & “hugs from behind” under the acts of intimacy category!

thank uuu<3

thank u honey!!

you feel him before you hear him. feel his cold fingers as they slip beneath the thin cotton of your t-shirt to rest on the bare skin of your stomach. feel his chin fall against your shoulder.

“whatcha doin?” you hum softly, bringing one of your hands up to brush through his mess of bed head.

“missed you. bed gets too cold without you,” he mumbled before pressing a kiss into the clothed part of your shoulder.

“missed me, huh? we’re getting sappy before seven now?” you said with a slight giggle in your voice.

you feel him pinch your hip lightly, forcing you to gasp and try—fail—to push him off, only for him to tighten his hold on you.

and he stays that way, completely and totally wrapped around you until the coffee pot finishing forces him to detach and find a seat on the island.

join my celly!

[oncasette]

bestie. i need to hear about bobs oral & fingers game. like i’m down bad.

the way i KNOW this man would be so good with his mouth. like i KNOW IT. i feel it in my soul.

like he doesn’t talk often when he’s at work or y’all are out in public, but when he does, he does it with a purpose. like he’s careful about the things he chooses to let fly and i just know this translates directly to his head game.

bob knows exactly what he’s doing. knows when to suck on your clit, knows when to move down to prod your entrance with his tongue and just nudge the sensitive nerves with his nose. has you cumming in minutes. his record, actually, is 1 minute and 45 seconds.

i feel like he’s good with his hands, too, but he’s more fond of just using his mouth. he’s not one to say no to adding them into the fun, knows when you’re just worked up enough that he barely even needs to push a single finger in to have you clenching around him in seconds. but there’s just something about having you cum with just his mouth that gives him the biggest ego boost.

[oncasette]

tears of rain + bob + routine kisses 🥺

it’s the kiss he gets right before he leaves for work. the one part of his morning routine that’s more important than those five minutes of sleep he gets after his alarm, his morning shower, or even his first cup of coffee for the day.

he thinks he’ll die without it.

he practically sits there at the door waiting for you, mindlessly biding his time by tying his shoes and picking at his collar until you meet him there with his lunch packed and his kiss all ready for him.

“have a good day, bobby,” you hum as you lean in to press a short kiss to the center of his mouth. and you should know better, at this point. know that it never was just a short kiss, and that him pulling you in for something deeper was inevitable.

[oncasette]

Can you do smut 27. “I’m not jealous, it’s just you’re mine” with Rhett Abbott please? Congrats on the milestone! 🥳 ❤️💙

sorry it’s not smutty, anon, i just got these vibes from the prompt! i hope you still enjoy!! <3

you’d been across the bar all night. watching him, staring him down in those tiny ass shorts that already drive him right past crazy and into downright insane. talking to a guy you’d known in high school—a trevor, he thinks—all while wearing his hat.

“c’mon, doll,” he mumbled as he slid up behind you, tucking his hand into your back pocket as he tugged you into his side.

“one sec, baby. tony was just telling me something about his mom,” you said, still giggling as you leaned over to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. the jaw that he’s now using all of his force to clench shut, to keep him from verbally abusing this poor boy in front of him.

he leans further into you, so far you can smell his aftershave as his mouth brushes along the shell of your ear, “don’t make me drag you out of this bar, sunshine.”

you scoff slightly before turning to whisper, “jealous bastard.”

“i’m not jealous, sweetheart. it’s just, you’re mine,” he growls. it’s not long before he’s cutting off tony mid-sentence to lead you out to his truck, either.

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[oncasette]

Congrats on 1K!!! You deserve every follower and more!!!

For the prompts, could we get "No panties?" With everyone's favorite WSO, Lieutenant Robert "Bob" Floyd?

nsfw!

“you look beautiful,” bob says, squeezing your thigh with the free hand that was already planted there. it was rare for it to be anywhere else when he was driving, maybe holding yours over the console, but even that was somewhat rare.

you hum in response, dropping your hand down to cover his palm. you can see him in your peripheral, the soft smile on his face and the way his eyes were starting to widen as you dragged his hand higher.

“you-uh…” his fingers grazed the bare skin on your hip. “no panties?”

“just for you, bobby,” you say as you lead his hand to your slick core, where you’re already dripping onto the leather of his seats.

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[oncasette]

Congratulations on 1k!!! Can you do 29. smut “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” with rhett abbott please?

you hadn’t meant to work him up like this, honestly. he’d been the one to slide up behind you, tug you into his belt buckle by sticking his fingers through your belt loops. it wasn’t your fault you were already buzzed and your hips were moving of their own accord.

his breath was hot against you, words coming out in short pants as he palmed at your hips.

“stop dancing like that,” he growled in your ear. “or i’m going to cum right here.”

“show me what you got, abbott,” you said, feeling him pulse through the denim of his jeans.

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