This is my first time doing this so if it sucks my bad. I've been watching destination fear and I think tanner is so cute so yeah.
Enjoy
⚠️ smut ahead ⚠️
Shadows & Warmth
The steady hum of the RV’s generator was the only sound cutting through the quiet night, punctuated by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the metal roof. Outside, the dark silhouette of the abandoned asylum loomed, but inside, the air was thick with a completely different kind of energy.
You sat on the edge of the narrow bunk, your hands still slightly shaking—not from the cold, but from the lingering adrenaline of the final hours of the lockup.
A shadow blocked the dim light of the hallway as Tanner stepped into the small curtained-off space. At 6’4”, he had to duck his head, his broad shoulders practically filling the entire entryway. He looked tired, a few stray raindrops glistening on his shaved head, his glasses slightly fogged from the transition from the cold night air to the warm camper. When his eyes met yours behind the lenses, the exhaustion vanished, replaced by an intense, quiet focus.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated straight to your chest.
"Yeah," you breathed, looking up at him. "Just... still wired. Heart's still racing."
Tanner let out a soft, breathy laugh and closed the distance between you. The mattress dipped significantly under his weight as he sat down close—so close that you could feel the radiating heat of his body. He reached up, sliding his glasses off and setting them carefully on the small shelf beside the bunk, his dark eyes locking back onto yours with undivided attention.
"Me too," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. "That place was intense. But we're out. We're safe."
He reached out, his large, warm hand cupping the side of your face. His thumb gently brushed over your cheekbone, a grounding, incredibly heavy touch that instantly melted the last of your nervous tension into something entirely different. Your breath hitched.
"Tanner..."
"I've been wanting to do this all night," he whispered, his head tilting as he leaned in.
When his lips finally met yours, it wasn't the slow, gentle kiss of a lazy morning. It was fueled by hours of built-up tension, a desperate need for warmth and connection after being surrounded by decay and cold shadows. He pulled you flush against him, his hands wrapping around your waist, easily lifting you slightly to pull you onto his lap.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your hands against the warm, smooth skin at the back of his head as the kiss deepened. Tanner groaned softly, his grip tightening on your hips, pressing you closer against his chest. The sheer size of him made you feel entirely enveloped, safe, and completely consumed by his heat.
"You have no idea how distracting you were in there," he muttered against your lips, his kisses trailing down your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. His hands slid under the hem of your sweatshirt, his warm palms tracing the bare skin of your ribs, making you gasp. "All I could think about was getting back here. Getting you to myself."
He leaned back onto the pillows of the bunk, pulling you down with him, his eyes dark with a quiet, dominant intensity as he looked up at you. In the cramped, cozy confines of the camper, the rest of the world—and whatever was lurking in the dark outside—completely faded away.The heat in the small bunk shifts from a slow burn to a heavy, frantic ache.
Tanner’s hands slide down from your ribs, his large palms gripping your hips with a sudden, firm authority that completely derails your train of thought. He lifts you effortlessly, shifting you until you’re straddling his lap, your knees bracketed on either side of his thighs. The sudden closeness lets you feel exactly how much he’s been holding back.
He looks up at you, his breathing shallow, his chest rising and falling hard against yours. Without his glasses, his gaze is dark, raw, and completely focused on you.
"I've been dreaming about this the entire trip," he growls, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and thick with desire.
His hands move down to the hem of your shirt, bundling the fabric up in his fists. "Take it off. I want to see you."
You pull the shirt over your head and drop it blindly to the floor. The cool air of the RV hits your skin for a split second before Tanner’s warm hands are right back on you, tracing the curve of your waist before sliding up to cup you, his thumbs rubbing firm circles over your tight peaks. A soft, breathless whimper escapes your throat, and Tanner catches it in his mouth, devouring your lips in a messy, bruising kiss.
He tastes like mint and heat, his tongue tangling with yours as his fingers work at the button of your jeans. With a sharp tug of the zipper, he shoves the denim down your hips. You kick them off, leaving you in just your underwear, completely exposed to his gaze.
Tanner pulls back just an inch, his eyes traveling down your body, taking in every single inch of you in the dim light. His jaw tightens, a low, guttural sound tearing from his throat.
"God, you are so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands sliding up the insides of your thighs, parting them wider. "So perfect for me."
He doesn't waste another second. His hand slides into the waistband of your underwear, his thick fingers finding your slick, aching warmth. When he slips two fingers inside you, your back arches, a loud gasp echoing in the small space. He anchors you by the hip with his other hand, his fingers moving inside you with a steady, relentless rhythm that has you clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life.
"Tanner, please—" you plead, your head tossing back as the friction builds, a heavy, blinding coil tightening in your lower stomach.
"Let it go, baby," he commands softly, his thumb pressing down hard against your center, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight through you. "Come for me right here. Let me feel it."
The praise breaks you. Your walls clamp down tight around his fingers as your orgasm hits in sharp, rolling waves. You bury your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your cries, your body trembling violently against his. Tanner holds you through it, his fingers moving deep and slow, absorbing every twitch of your release, his lips pressing hot, frantic kisses into the smooth skin of your shoulder.
As the tremors begin to fade into a lazy, thrumming afterglow, Tanner withdraws his hand, slick and glistening. He looks up at you, a dark, wicked smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as his other hand reaches down to unbuckle his own belt.
"Now," he whispers, his voice dripping with intent, "it's my turn."Tanner doesn’t waste a single heartbeat. With a swift, practiced motion, he unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans down his thighs, freeing himself. He is thick, heavy, and fully prep'd for you, glistening in the dim, golden light of the RV.
He grabs your hips, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as he guides you up. You hover over him, your core slick and throbbing, aching for the stretch of him. Tanner’s eyes are locked onto yours, completely unblinking, dark with a primal hunger.
"Lower down on me, baby," he coos, his voice a gravelly, commanding whisper. "Slow. Let me feel all of you."
You sink down, gasping as his thick head parts your folds and slides smoothly inside. The sheer size of him stretches you incredibly tight, filling you completely. You let out a shaky sigh, your head throwing back as you take him in inch by inch until your pelvises flush together. Tanner lets out a low, guttural groan that rumbles deep in his chest, his hands gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turn white.
"God, you feel incredible," he growls, his hips giving an experimental, upward twitch that coaxes a loud moan from your lips. "So tight. So warm."
He doesn't wait for you to find a rhythm. Tanner takes total control, his massive hands anchoring you in place as he begins to drive his hips upward. The angle is perfect, hitting your sweet spot with every deep, heavy thrust. The squelch of your joined bodies and the rhythmic creak of the RV bunk frame fill the tiny space, matching the frantic beat of your heart.
You hold onto his broad, bare shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace. He’s relentless, lifting you up and pulling you down onto him with a steady, punishing speed. Every plunge makes your vision blur, the friction building a searing, blinding heat in your lower belly.
"Tanner, I'm... I'm close again," you cry out, your head shaking, completely overwhelmed by the sheer friction and his overwhelming size.
He smiles, a dark, possessive look on his face. He reaches up with one hand, his thumb finding your highly sensitive bundle again, rubbing firm, wet circles over it while his hips continue their brutal, driving rhythm.
"Look at me," he commands.
You force your heavy eyelids open, looking down into his dark eyes.
"That's it. Come for me again. Let me feel you squeeze me," he murmurs, his pace turning fast and frantic.
The double stimulation is too much. You snap, your inner muscles clamping down on him in a vice-grip as a second, even more violent orgasm tears through you. You scream his name into the quiet RV, your body shuddering uncontrollably.
Hearing you break is the final straw for Tanner. With a deep, animalistic roar, he thrusts into you one last time, buryng himself as deep as physically possible. His body goes completely rigid beneath you as he comes, a heavy, thick release filling you to the brim. He holds you tight against his chest, his chest heaving as he rides out the wave of his own climax, his head resting against your shoulder as you both breathlessly collapse into the mattress.