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naked woman clothed man; creampie; fucking w boots on; outdoor sex; very romance: MDNI 18+ w/ TYLER OWENS

it was supposed to be a cute date. and it was, truly. tyler checked the weather to be sure you wouldn't be rained on. he had your mom make your favorite dessert, picked up your favorite food. he brought his old truck out of retirement just for you, teasing you about the fond memories you both created in that very truck years ago.

there was a subtext of recreating said memories, unspoken between the both of you, but very much there.

for the most part, the date was sweet, the two of you sitting in the bed of his truck in the night with nothing but the stars to keep the two of you company. but somewhere along the way the cute romantic aura shifted into this: you riding tyler to kingdom come in nothing but your boots.

he really wishes he wore his hat today, because just the thought of you wearing it and your boots while you were on top of him has him close. he digs his nails into the meat of your hips, burying his head into your chest while he tries to regain control.

you grin from above him and to tyler, it's the face of an angel.

"close already, ty?"

how do you sound sweet even when you're teasing him?

tyler groans, wrapping his hands around your lower back as he tugs you even closer to him.

"you just look so pretty, baby. doing so good for me, too."

you press a hand into the fabric of tyler's white tee. "yeah?" you ask, only continuing when you feel tyler nod against you. "'m close too. help me out?"

so he flips you over as gently as he can, pulling his shirt over his head and shuffling his jeans further down his thighs before he hovers over you. he takes a moment to ogle, taking in your completely bare form, and then he guides his cock back into you.

you lift your legs on your own, but it's tyler who pressed your thighs to your tits and forced you into the position. his head is crowded by your boots like this, a pair almost as old as your relationship with him. he knows them so well, but this is the first time they've been in this space. the smell of you, leather, and dirt is all so comforting. it smells just like home in arkansas.

tyler thinks he has it all under control now. he has you in a position he's wanted, he's going to get you to cum first and then he'll get himself off after. he's done this before and he'll do it again.

but then you moan, prompted by the change in position, and you beg. "will you come in me, ty? please. i wanna feel it."

and how could any man last after that? it's only a few strong and pointed thrusts later that tyler blows inside of you, pushing the come deeper into you and just holding his cock there because it's what you wanted. his baby asked to feel it so he'll make sure you feel it.

a bit of spend leaks out around him, but tyler easily swipes it up on two fingers and uses the lubrication to rub your clit and push you to an orgasm. even when your cunt flutters around him and he slips out a bit, he pushes right back in, refusing to leave the warm embrace until you ask him to.

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saw an image of a black cowboy wearing a rodeo belt buckle and suddenly i'm thinking about being tyler owens' best friends' younger sister. the definition of off limits. pretty, smart, sweet, sitting in the stands with your family and his, cheering both your brother and tyler on. and tyler definitely had a little crush on you, how could he not, but he wouldn't do that to his best friend. he would leave him, sure, take off his saddle and never use it again, instead picking up a pen and paper like his distant uncle always wanted, but tyler would never touch the girl he'd grown close with.

until he comes back home. it's tornado season, there's a pattern back in arkansas. there's also his mama's pie back in arkansas so for the first time in a while tyler owens is home and he's reconnecting. the weather is more stable than he would've liked, which gave him time to do whatever else he wanted to. he's eaten too much pie and barbecue, he's reconnected with his relatives. next are his second family.

he quickly learns that your bother is out of town competing. you would've been there too but you couldn't get work off. which leaves you and tyler, home in arkansas, just the two of you. tyler's never been good at keeping his hand out of the cookie jar after all.

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anxious reader; thunderstorms; couch sex; MDNI 18+ w/ TYLER OWENS

a loud clap of thunder rocks the house, and your eyes squeeze shut as you breathe through it. a half hour ago, that sound would have made you curl up and attempt to ignore the way you shook.

now, the sound of thunder sends you closer to tyler, your head resting on his shoulder as you press your hands into the muscles of his back.

"still scared?" he asks you. he sounds like he's teasing you, a small smile audible on his lips, but you hear genuineness in his tone. he really wants to know if you're still scared of the thunder and lightning outside, and if you were, you know he would do his best to make you feel better. it's what he's doing now, gently driving his cock up into you in an attempt to make you feel better.

it is making you feel better, just not completely.

living with a storm chaser meant you heard the good and the bad. all of the close calls, all of the adrenaline-filled retellings of things that made you sick just hearing about. it settled in your brain, night after night, until eventually thunderstorms brought terror. thunderstorms brought "what-if"'s. you could never stop the thought process once it started, letting each of tyler's stories fuel your anxiety-ridden brain. tyler consistently told you how unpredictable tornados could be. they were trackable, yes, but at their core they were part scientific and part miracle. it's what he told you.

you find ruminating now, ignoring the pleasure settled deep in your belly in favor of a vivid image of strong winds sending a sign through the window in your living room. you're stuck in the image, body still and eyes staring straight at the wall behind tyler as you picture it. the road sign crashing through the window, shards of glass flying onto the floor, wind blowing your shirt around the frame of your body. rain would get pushed into the house, soaking the furniture, floors, walls, and the both of you. you start thinking about the cost of the damages, and then you start thinking about if the damages were too severe. if a tornado formed, touched down, and then swept your house away—with you and tyler in it—before either of you could do anything.

you wince, eyes squeezing shut as you picture it all, and tyler stops.

"what's wrong? did i hurt you?" he grips your cheeks, turning your face to look at him, his eyes searching for any sign that something is physically wrong.

when he finds nothing, it clicks for him. "just breathe, sweetheart. don't think about anything but me, alright?"

usually, it's easy. you spend most of your time thinking about your roommate. hours upon hours imagining something exactly like this happening. this is a dream come true, so why can't you live in the moment?

tyler tries to help. he presses his lips to your neck, trailing kisses from your erratic pulse point down towards your sternum, one hand pulling the neckline of your tee shirt down to get access. "focus on the feeling," he begins, his voice soft compared to the harsh way rain pelts down outside, "of my lips on your neck," he presses twin kisses onto each side of your neck, "my hands on your hips," both hands settle onto your hips once more, massaging your skin as he moves lower down to your thighs, "the weight of my dick inside of you," he stares up at you with wide emerald eyes, watching the way your own gaze gets heavier and heavier with each instruction. his voice is so soothing, each word slow and meticulously spoken better than the guided meditations you would force yourself to listen to late at night.

sensing that you're doing better than you were before, tyler nods at you. "think you can move for me?" you give it a try, lifting your hips just a bit and then sinking back down. "there you go," he coos approvingly, "keep going just like that."

you dig your hands into the couch behind tyler's shoulders, closing your eyes and letting your head loll as you finally get lost in the feeling. it's an easy glide, tyler's cock warm as it slides in and out of you. the storm starts to pick up outside, and in turn, you speed up.

you tire easily, though, but tyler flips you over and lays you back on the couch before he takes over for you. the cross chain around his neck hangs over your face, slapping your chin with every punctuated drive. you get more confident, allowing yourself to enjoy the thing you've wanted since tyler—then nothing but the grandson of your grandparent's friend—called your landline.

you reach up and grip the gold cross between your fingers, pulling tyler down by it and letting him kiss you. then, once he pulls back, you clamp your teeth down onto the pendant, effectively keeping tyler right where you want him.

thunder booms in the sky, the sound reverberating below as well, but just as you hear it tyler finds that spot. the sound you make seems to mimic the weather—a deep sound coming from the bottom of your throat. your back arches as you let it out, your head tipping back and tyler coming with you like you have him on a leash.

he lets you tug him down, doing nothing but grinning down at you as he makes you cum and almost forget about the storm growing outside. when the flash of lightning is followed by a crack of thunder two seconds later, you still jump.

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apocalypse tyler owens save me apocalypse tyler owens

he's so your neighbor who would sometimes joke about being prepared in case the apocalypse were to happen, and you just get lucky ending up with him. well, it was less of a stroke of luck and more of a series of unfortunate events with a surprisingly good outcome.

he's prepared—enough food to last a few months, good with a hunting rifle, not that argumentative. you two live comfortably for a while, holed up in his house and only going out when completely necessary. the only thing dampening the mood of your makeshift bunker—other than the walking dead stomp-sliding outside—is the thick tension between you two. which could easily be fixed if both of you stopped ignoring it.