by vivian

—and it’s only in this quiet, you realize just how small we are.

[vivianfiles]

viv. twenty-something. she/her. chronically affected by lewis pullman.

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i currently write for bob reynolds, rhett abbott, calvin evans and bob floyd.

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[vivianfiles]

OH MY GOD YOU GET IT

i binge read lessons in chemistry and i’m mourning calvin evans fr

and and when elizabeth was like, describing the feeling of mourning him who she loved and the father she knew he would’ve been

help i miss him

don’t do this to me 😩. my heart aches every time i think about him. we lost an angel too soon 💔

[vivianfiles]

there is not enough calvin evans smut on this app. I’VE READ EVERY SINGLE ONE. and you know it’s humbling when i come across my own…

[vivianfiles]

just a thought. do you think calvin evans foreshadowed his own death when he said “when certain atoms collide, it is instantaneous and it is inevitable.”

…

[vivianfiles]

Hey quick question, how come you always describe Bob Floyd as a blonde?

i do? i think i referred to him as having sandy hair once cause he looks like he’s got that light brown-blond hair to me.

[vivianfiles]

curiosity killed the hangman || bob floyd

or otherwise known as, pt. 2 to thanks to hangman (due to popular request hehe)

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral (f. receiving), p in v, creampie.

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hangman thought he was going insane.

he had to be. because there was no way he just spent the entire night listening to his next door hallway neighbor bob going to pound town.

and he meant pound town in the very essence of the term. from the creaking bed, to the grunts and moans, and worst of all, the high-pitched cries of the unsuspecting wso’s name echoing through the thin walls.

but a question lingered in jake’s mind that following morning:

who was the person with bob?

that was what he was thinking of during the routine debrief. the squad very quickly noticed the lack of snarky remarks from hangman, especially the ones he tailored specifically towards bob.

you sat next to bob, hiding a devilish smirk from the blond pilot. you could practically see the gears shifting in his brain, trying to piece together the mystery of last night’s encounter.

it wasn’t until friday night that same week.

the team was gathered in their usual spot, the hard deck. the music was pumping, people were laughing, beers were flowing, and the pool games just kept on rolling.

hangman was still peculiarly quiet—though he played it off as ‘focusing on the game’. phoenix and payback took every opportunity to poke fun at the brooding man.

you were perched on a bar stool between bob and rooster, the three of you chatting as normal. you snuck glances at jake, finding great pleasure in his abysmal confusion.

suddenly, you felt something icy cold splash over the expanse of your lap. your instincts kicked in and you were on your feet in seconds, shrieking a loud, “bob!”

in between rushed apologies from the bespectacled fellow, the obnoxious snickering from rooster, and the concerned eyes from phoenix and fanboy—hangman froze.

he knew that voice. the tone of it, to be more specific. that shrill sound was engraved in his memory by now.

so while bob sheepishly dried the beer off of you with a napkin, hangman was staring at the two of you, his gaze piercing as it all started coming together.

you met his eyes and it clicked. he knew. you knew. but he didn’t know that you knew he knew. you concealed a smile.

phase 2 of your plan was ready to launch.

over the following weeks, you perfectly plotted subtle advances towards bob so that jake would notice. small stuff—your hand grazing over bob’s thigh during debriefs, sitting a little too close at the bar so that your knees constantly bumped together, fixing his hair after a flight and letting your hand linger longer than necessary. minor actions that would drive hangman crazy because you knew he needed evidence.

he couldn’t just go up to the rest of the crew and tell them about how bob fucked you stupid just a few meters away from his quarters without proof; they’d call him a deranged idiot.

he needed something concrete. something tangible.

so the night he “caught” you whispering into bob’s ear about how you had accidentally left your thong in his room—earning you a pretty flushed look from bob, who hurriedly waved it off as the effects of the alcohol—jake knew he had the perfect opportunity.

he rushed back to the living quarters before anyone else, making his way to the end of the hall where bob’s room was in quick strides. he snuck in stealthily and looked around for the incriminating garment.

his eyes finally zeroed in on the lacy underwear, laying there innocently by the foot of the bed.

he picked it up with a victorious smile. but it didn’t last long. his ears picked up on the sound of footsteps and he instantly ducked under the bed.

the door flew open and hangman was unfortunately subject to the sounds of wet kissing and clothes shuffling.

“i’ve been thinking about you all night,” he heard bob’s breathless voice.

“me too, bobby, need you so bad.” that was, without a doubt, your voice. hangman wanted to celebrate. he won! …but at what cost?

he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him the more he listened to the two of you. he closed his eyes and cursed the karmic forces in the universe. you, on the other hand, were basking in the satisfaction. you weren’t an idiot, you knew he was in the room—the imprint of his boots on the carpeted floor was telling enough. poor bob, though, was too horny to notice.

“wanna taste this pussy,” bob murmured hungrily. he looked so hot when he was desperate.

you pulled him closer to you, “please, i miss the way your tongue felt on me.”

bob practically ripped the clothes off your body. he held one of your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he trailed his kisses downward, each one leading him closer to his desired destination.

he could smell your arousal, the sweet and heady scent he cherished and craved. he licked you through your underwear and you let out a trembling whimper.

bob groaned, “you’re already this wet for me?”

you nodded eagerly, “mhm… so ready for you.”

he let out a barely-contained moan before pulling your panties aside and licking a long stripe from the bottom of your folds to your sensitive little nub.

you melted into the mattress, letting out a deep sigh of relief. one of your hands found purchase between his sandy locks, tugging at the roots—urging him closer to your heat.

“tastes so good,” you heard his muffled voice. your thighs squeezed around his head in response. he continued licking you up, the rich slick gathering on his tongue before he spread it all over your folds in a messy manner that only made your hole clench around nothing.

you let out a high-pitched moan when bob’s tongue tentatively kitten licked around the rim of your entrance. he smiled against your core, knowing he hit the jackpot. his tongue dove into you, going as far in as he could reach without suffocating—though he wouldn’t mind that at all if the request fell from your pretty, pleading lips.

bob had you seeing stars. your mouth fell open and you let out the most addicting string of sounds he had ever heard in his life—hangman would’ve argued the same too if he wasn’t busy hatching an escape plan.

bob pulled away for just a moment to gasp out, “need to feel you cum on my tongue, princess. please,” before he jumped back in with a stronger fervor.

you nodded dumbly even though he couldn’t see, “yes, bobby, i’m so close…” your walls pulsed around his tongue, every now and then clamping down on his wet muscle and eliciting a deep groan from the wso.

he pinned your hips down as you started bucking up into his mouth, his arched nose bumping into your clit so perfectly, the timing of it, with the passion of his tongue, only had you gripping the sheets tighter and crying out louder.

“bob, i-i’m gonna—“ and then you were sent off into another dimension; the high had you gasping for air—your head dizzy with the force of it. bob guided you through it, licking you up so dutifully, giving you all the attention in all the right places.

bob was breathing heavily as he pulled away. the sight of him so wrecked just from that—his cobalt eyes a little dazed, spit and drool covering his chin (mixed in with your essence to the point you couldn’t tell each fluid apart), his tongue sticking out and greedily licking it all off before moaning so sinfully at the taste—fuck, it had your cunt weeping.

“did i do a good job?” he asked in delirium. oh bob, always so rabid to please.

you gently held the side of his face and swiped your thumb across the apple of his cheek. you smiled and nodded, “you did amazing, bobby.”

those ocean eyes lit up like the sky on the 4th of july and your heart thumped.

you bit your lip, calculating your next move, remembering you had an audience that needed to be humbled.

“want you to fuck me, bobby.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. he quickly fumbled into the pocket of his pants, attempting to fish out a condom when the plastic fell and landed just a few inches away from hangman.

jake’s eyes widened. his heart stopped beating for a second.

bob let out a small grunt in frustration before bending down to retrieve it. he would surely spot his crew mate under the bed, oh this is going to end terribly, isn’t it? just one look and—

“let’s go without the condom, baby.”

hangman couldn’t even release a sigh of relief but he did so mentally. bob had just stopped short from locking eyes with him when he heard your melodic voice calling him back to you.

bob straightened up with the cutest confused face you had ever seen. your heart couldn’t handle it sometimes! you leaned in and showered his face with kisses as he asked, “are you sure? don’t you wanna be safe?”

you planted one last kiss on his mouth before pulling away and replying, “wanna feel all of you, bobby. it felt so good the first time.”

and with that logic, how could he resist? bob made a mental note to get you a plan b from the infirmary tomorrow morning. he stuffed that thought away just as he pinned you down on the bed.

he took out his poor, leaky cock out from the constraints of his garments. you couldn’t help but pout at the scene. “did you get all worked up from eating me out, baby?”

bob nodded pathetically, “always get worked up from you.”

he aligned himself with your entrance and slowly eased in. the air was pulled out of you, you gripped onto his shoulders as his cock pushed past your tight walls, and your eyes fluttered shut.

you whimpered, “feels so big…”

hangman rolled his eyes, how big could he possibly—

you let out a sharp cry, “ah! too big, won’t fit!”

jake closed his mouth.

bob was shaking with a mixture of excitement and the sheer amount of self control he was holding back. he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was getting increasingly challenging to ignore the tempting call of just plowing into you before ever bottoming out.

“i-it’ll fit, princess. it fit the first time, i can do it again.”

you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the pain slowly subsided. you both let out a relieved sigh when he bottomed out. he adjusted his hold on your hips before thrusting into you.

that was the start of the many moans and cries that left your drooling mouth.

also the start of prayers and wishful thinking that hangman held onto in the midst of his suffering (and raging hard-on). his head was throbbing so hard he felt like it was going to crack open in half. if he was being honest, he wanted to cry. far were the days he lived in blissful ignorance, when the matter of whom bob fucked was a perfect mystery. he had only himself to blame for opening up pandora’s box. oh naive, stupid, stupid jake.

a strangled whine snapped him out of his contemplative escape. no matter how many times you had sex with bob, it always felt like he was fucking a virgin with how tight your walls felt—or maybe it was the other way around; he was just so huge.

bob buried his face in your neck as he continued to pump his aching dick in and out of you. in the midst of your hazy pleasure, you pretended not to notice hangman’s creeping silhouette as he quietly snuck out the room, or the fact that he dropped your thong on the way out.

you smiled. he heard enough. and you’re positive he’s gonna make a fool out of himself with the rest of the squad.

you were pulled back in when bob hit that spongy spot inside of you, earning him a gratifying moan in return. your fingernails dug into his pale back, sure to leave abstract line art that he will wear proudly because it’s yours.

“you feel so good, sweetheart. don’t think i-i’m gonna last much longer,” bob told you.

you were already so sensitive from the way he ravaged on your pussy so you weren’t holding up any better than he was. “me too, bobby. can we cum together?”

bob felt like he could’ve released just from those sweet words, but he steeled himself and nodded. “i’d love that, pretty. more than anything, actually.”

that nickname again. you smiled.

he picked up his speed, thrusting harshly to bring the both of you to that promising peak. the walls of his room echoed the moans and grunts you two sang, the reverberating sound of skin slapping on skin; that distinct wet melody that had you both edging closer together.

and finally, with a cry of each other’s name, the two of you were propelled into your shared climax. bob rested his forehead against yours, trying to ground himself in the moment before he lost control and fucked you both into overstimulation. your heat squeezed around his cock, milking the cum out of him as it filled you up in thick spurts. a lewd white ring coated the base of bob’s girthy dick, a symbol of your union.

despite the crudeness of it all, there was a bright smile tugging on your wobbly lips, mirrored on each other’s flushed face. sex with bob always felt so light—regardless of how intense it was. it felt playful and safe, an exploration of one other in the most intimate and tender ways, even if you two got filthy with it.

as bob pulled out and caught his breath, his eyes caught the sight of your thong by the door. “was that always there?” he asked, perplexed.

you let out a huff of air, “do you really wanna know?”

he tilted his head, an adorable expression of confusion and curiosity on his face.

oh boy.

written by vivianfiles

[vivianfiles]

me when i mourn calvin evans as if he’s a real person: 😔😔😔

[that-one-fangirl69]

you ever read a fic so good you just gotta sit there and contemplate your entire existence and everything you’ve ever read before?

[vlarrtrgryn]

absolutely. shout out to @sebsxphia @lewmagoo @rhettabbotts @houseofaegon @girlcowboy @thecowboyfiles @cosmictheo @cherriready @swordgrace @love-chx @abbysbenchpr @gyugraphy @vivianfiles !!<3

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sunscreen hands || bob floyd

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, semi-public, fingering, oral (m. receiving), praise.

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“bobby, can you help me put on sunscreen?”

the rest of the squad had ran off in the distance to start their football game. bob was just about to jog after them when he heard your honeyed, angelic voice call out to him, using that nickname he loved to hear—though he’d never confess to that.

he turned around and blinked, “y-yeah, of course,” he replied as he sheepishly approached you.

you smiled at him and turned your back, “you’re the best.”

bob sucked in a breath, willing himself to not fumble under your sweet praise. he took the bottle of sunscreen by your side and squirted some onto his hands.

he stood behind your reclined figure, “i…i’m gonna touch you now…” he warned, more to himself than to you.

he heard your soft giggle, followed by a “i sure hope so, how else would the sunscreen get on?”

he mentally slapped himself, “right…”

the moment his hands made contact with your skin, you both jolted. you with a tiny exclaim of “tickles!”, and him because he couldn’t believe he finally got to touch you so intimately. your flesh was smooth and warm, his calloused fingers glided with ease, spreading the thick sunscreen lotion in circular motions.

you hummed and let out a satisfied sigh, leaning further into the beach chair, “mmm, you’re good with your hands, bobby.”

thank goodness you weren’t facing him, or else you would’ve seen the pink mess you’d made of his cheeks. and with great shame, your words went directly south.

he cleared his throat, “yeah? that’s good to know…” he mumbled casually as though he were talking about the weather.

bob kept on rubbing the cream over the expanse of your back. he tried to distract himself by looking at the waves or counting numbers in his head, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny the way touching you made him feel, the stream of thoughts that crossed his mind.

“d’you have a girlfriend, bobby?”

he was pulled out of his daydream by the sound of your voice. he stammered for a moment and shook his head quickly, before realizing you couldn’t see his face.

“me? no, no.” he rambled out, silently wincing when he realized just how pathetic he sounded by answering so fast.

“really?” you sounded genuinely surprised. “why not, you’re so amazing.”

fuck, he felt himself get half-hard at that.

he let out a self-deprecating laugh, “heh well, most girls go after guys that look like hangman or rooster…”

you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you. “that’s bullshit. common misconception about girls: everyone thinks we want the hot, brooding bad boys and assholes.”

you tilted your head slightly to the side to catch his eyes, “but in reality, we all get wet for the sweet, quiet, and effortlessly sassy ones with the witty comebacks.”

this time, you could actually see the blush that bloomed on bob’s cheeks. you smiled proudly, knowing you got him so flushed. “who are also hot, might i add.”

bob had to turn his head away from you, your compliments too much for him to handle all in one go. “thanks,” he breathed out. you let out a small laugh before looking away again to save him from mortification.

it went quiet again, bob continued lathering you up. for a moment, he recovered and thought he could resume functioning normally again. that was until you spoke up,

“wanna see for yourself?”

his hands froze on your back and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “see what?” he asked, oblivious to your implication.

you smiled and turned your head once more, “i said girls get wet for guys like you. so do you wanna see for yourself?”

bob.exe has stopped working.

you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, not wanting to make bob feel like you were making fun of him. you shifted your whole body over to face him fully. you took his sunscreen-covered hands and wiped them on your waist—bob’s heart skipped several beats—before you guided them to the hem of your swim bottoms.

his eyes snapped up to meet yours, a wordless question exchanging between the two of you: ‘are you really letting me do this?’

you simply nodded at him with an encouraging smile.

his quivering fingers slowly, hesitantly dipped under the fabric of your bottoms. his pace was measured, as though he were waiting for you to change your mind and push him away.

but you wanted this. so bad. you took hold of his wrist and brought him to where he needed to be.

bob couldn’t stop the moan that ruptured out from his lips when he felt the slick between your folds. his pupils instantly dilated and he gulped the remaining drool left inside his mouth.

“is this…all for me?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

you nodded and leaned into the touch of his fingers, “mhm, all for you, bobby. only you.” he groaned so desperately at that.

the two of you were grateful that the beach was empty besides your squad—who were far enough to not notice what was happening.

his breathing picked up the more his digits explored you. he experimentally pushed a finger past your entrance, earning him a dreamy sigh from your perfect lips. he watched your expressions carefully, studied them diligently in tandem with his movements so that he could produce only the best results from you.

the rewarding moans he received in exchange only spurred him on. his thumb gingerly rubbed circles over your clit. he licked his lips when he saw you throw your head back in pleasure.

“do you…like that?” he wondered.

you managed to nod, “love it, bobby. you’re so good at this. knew you’d be.”

his heart soared, the fire inside him only growing larger and wilder as you fed him praise and encouragement. the same applied to his hard-on.

in the midst of your pleasure, your eyes fluttered open and you spotted the aching erection he was sporting—his flimsy shorts doing very little hide his predicament.

“bobby, you’re hard,” you announced as if he didn’t know it himself; didn’t feel the pain of it as he strained through the thin material.

“y-yeah, i am, sorry,” he murmured nervously.

you shook your head, “don’t be.” you told him before you pushed the waistband of his shorts down, “let me take care of you.”

not a single protest escaped bob’s lips when your mouth wrapped around the angry, red tip of his leaking cock. you hummed around him, the vibrations going straight to his spine as he shivered.

“you take me so well, fuck.” he gasped out.

his fingers faltered for only a brief moment before he kept working your pussy, mimicking the pace you kept with your tongue. when you wrapped your hands around the base of his dick, bob added another finger into your heat; both of you moaned in bliss. you took him in deeper; he curled into that special spot inside you. you choked around him; he fisted your hair in a vice grip. a symphony of pleasure, a gentle, yet passionate duet.

and like all symphonies come to; a crescendo.

you both climaxed at the same moment. your walls practically sucked him in as he fervently pumped in and out of you, feeling his fingers get sloppier and stickier. your breathless moan was contained around the girth of his dick. bob’s knees nearly buckled as he released, painting your throat a messy white portrait of his pleasure.

you pulled away from him with a pop!, bob reluctantly withdrew his wet digits from your tight heat, already missing the warmth that your walls housed him in. the two of you caught your breaths, your chests rising and falling on the same beat.

when you finally recovered, you let out an airy giggle, “that’s how you get the girls, bobby.”

bob let out a trembling laugh at your remark, “by making good use of my hands?”

you hummed, “yeah. though next time, i’ll have to show you how to make good use of your cock as well.”

he cracked a toothy smile, “i don’t think i can apply sunscreen with that…”

written by vivianfiles

[vivianfiles]

making a mess || calvin evans

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, semi-public, brat taming, mean dom to soft dom calvin, degradation, fingering, a hint of pussy spanking.

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“didn’t i say don’t touch anything?”

you whimpered, writhing in your place on his lap. calvin held you in a vice, making sure you didn’t wiggle out from his grasp. he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at the shattered glass below you, the debris scattered in a wide radius on the tiled floor.

“‘m sorry, cal… didn’t mean to…” you mumbled meekly.

and truly, you didn’t. you had no ill intention of breaking the equipment in his lab on purpose.

but you were so bored. bored and impatient, practically begging for his time. calvin was busy—dutifully working on his experiments, writing lab reports, and tweaking with his setup measurements. and you, being the desperate little brat that you were, huffed and sighed dramatically every minute, vying for his attention.

in the middle of your petulant tantrum, you accidentally knocked over one of his beakers. the sound of it colliding with the floor made you jump, letting out a shriek. instantly, calvin lifted his head up from his work and assessed the damage.

when he saw what you had done, he clenched his jaw and shot you a look that simultaneously made your heart drop and your pussy throb.

and that was how you ended up here—manhandled into his lap, one of his hands slapping your sensitive heat, and the other gripping your jaw. despite the countless of apologies you babbled out, calvin resumed his relentless torture on your hole, alternating between shoving his fingers inside of you and spanking the sore flesh.

“didn’t mean to, huh? but you were being such a pathetic brat, huffing and pouting like you’d die if i didn’t look at you,” calvin said, tilting your face to look at him.

you let out a whine, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “i just wanted your attention, cal…” you replied shakily between hiccups.

he growled, the noise coming from the back of his throat, “well now you have it.”

he increased the pace of his fingers. you threw your head back against his shoulder. it took you a while before you became acutely aware of the fact that the door was right in front of you, unlocked.

“cal…” you murmured with a sniffle.

he sighed, “what now?”

“the-the door is unlocked…someone could come in…”

he looked up at the door and, just like you said, the door was, indeed, unlocked. you thought he would let you go to go lock it, but instead he just grunted.

“so?”

your eyes widened, your walls clamping down at him, earning a hiss from him. “w-what?”

he scoffed, “what, you’re shy now? you wanted to be played with so bad, so i’m playing with you. and if someone wanders in, well…then you get all the more attention. just like you wanted.”

you shook your head frantically, “no, no, only want your attention…” you whined.

he tsked and squeezed your little bundle of nerves, making you sob. “you’re in no position to make any demands. after all, you still need to make up for the damage you’ve done.”

your eyes fell on the sight of the broken glass again, whimpering and shifting on his lap in an act of guilt.

“do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?” he asked you, adding in a third finger.

you cried out and shook your head, “no…”

he chuckled. he had a sadistic smirk on his face that only made you wetter; but his tone remained gruff, “of course you don’t. you don’t know anything, just a dumb little bunny in heat that wants to get fucked.”

your eyes rolled back at his words, you couldn’t help but find pleasure in the filth that dripped out of his hot mouth. you let out a heady moan, your hips bucking up and down to meet the force of his nimble digits.

suddenly, the both of you heard a flock of footsteps outside the door. you turned to calvin with panicked eyes, your pussy walls tightening in fear.

he glanced at you then the door before muttering, “better finish quick, hon.”

his fingers started working faster on you, his lips showering your neck with little nips and sucks. his hand that was holding your jaw moved a smidge so he could push two of his fingers past your pouty lips, inside the wet cavern of your mouth.

you sucked and licked at his digits obediently, producing muffled moans around them. you didn’t realize he was doing it so that the people outside wouldn’t hear you; you were too fucked out of your brain to focus on anything besides his fingers inside your mouth and drooling cunt.

“and when you’re done, you’re gonna clean up the mess you made,” he told you. you nodded without protest, easily submitting to his command.

“and if you’re lucky,” he added, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear, “i’ll shove my cock inside of you while you’re bent over with the broom.”

you couldn’t help the wanton whine that bubbled up from your chest. the image in your head—calvin plugging you up with his dick, hugging your walls so deliciously in a way only he could, while you swept up the broken pieces of glass from the floor. it was enough to make you cum.

his hands flew to cover your mouth as you cried out in pleasure, your pupils dilated—seeing so many stars that it left you dizzy. you gushed all over his fingers, leaving a damp spot on his slacks and the sleeve of his lab coat. he shushed you gently as he helped you ride your high, his digits gradually slowing down, softly rubbing your clit.

your breathing was labored, every puff of air entering your lungs burned. calvin pulled his hand away from your lips and stroked your back in soothing circles. “there there, take it easy, angel… just like that…”

it gave you whiplash sometimes—the way calvin could switch so quickly between being mean and cruel to tender and soft-spoken. but you loved the duality he possessed, you felt great contentment in knowing he played each role diligently and appropriately, catering to your needs at the given moment.

he helped you up on your wobbly feet, his hands on your waist there to steady you. “you alright?” he asked.

you nodded, too blissed out to form spoken words. he smiled and gently tapped your ass, “the broom’s in the closet.” he directed you.

your dazed eyes took a moment to focus on his face before you looked over at the small broom closet he spoke about. you hummed mindlessly and walked over there in slow strides.

calvin chuckled and stood up, dusting his trousers off before silently stepping to the door and locking it with a small, knowing smile.

written by vivianfiles

[vivianfiles]

save a bull, ride a cowboy || rhett abbott

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, riding, teasing, breeding kink(?), overstimulation, creampie.

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“what cowboy hat rule?!”

rhett merely chuckled as he gripped your hips. he watched with amused satisfaction as you sat in front of him, perched beautifully on his lap, looking like a lost deer, wearing his cowboy hat and a satin nightgown.

“oh c’mon, sweetheart, you’ve been in wyoming for how long? surely ya know the cowboy hat rule,” he teased as he sat up straighter against the bed’s headboard.

“i didn’t think it was real…” you pouted.

rhett laughed and nudged your arm lightly, “we take our brisket and cowboys very seriously ‘round here, hon.”

you huffed. you thought you were being cute by putting on rhett’s cowboy hat and straddling his lap. you proudly showed off your new look; all you were missing were some cowboy boots—but rhett was strict about not trudging mud into the bedroom.

“no pouting,” he said as he pulled your bottom lip from your teeth. “i didn’t make the rules, but i do stick to ‘em. i’m a law abiding citizen.” he teased.

you let out a snort of amusement, “last time i checked, you were charged with aggravated assault.”

rhett smirked, “save that sass for the ridin’ you’ll be doin’.”

and that’s how you found yourself right now; hands splayed out on his abs, lifting yourself up and down his fat cock. he was so big—filling you up to the brim and stretching your walls in a delicious way.

his cowboy hat shifted on your head with every bounce, growing more and more askew. rhett couldn’t take his eyes off of you. the way your eyebrows raised up in a soft arch, a perfect mirror of your back as you continued to ride him so diligently; your mouth falling open into a perfect ‘o’ shape, much like your pu—

“rhett, please,” you begged, squeezing his hands that were on your hips, silently pleading with him to help you.

he snapped out of his reverie and bit his lip, easily pulling you to bounce on his aching dick. you let out a soft moan, your body limping forwards against his chest. rhett chuckled.

“you’re doin’ a bad job at bein’ a cowgirl, sweetheart.”

you let out a petulant whine, “‘m trying…”

he almost felt bad for you.

almost.

he suddenly held you in place before he started pistoning his cock up into you. you let out a cry, your breath hitching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself.

“r-rhett!” you shrieked.

“‘m showin’ ya how to do it, darlin’.” he remarked, his gaze focused on the sight of his long cock disappearing in and out of your tight cunt. he growled, his head tipping backwards. “ya gotta tame the bull. how else ya gonna ride?”

with shaky hands, you mustered up enough strength to start fucking down into him. rhett opened his eyes and looked at you, seeing the determination on your adorable face. he chuckled, a deep, low sound that only made your walls clench tighter around him. he hissed in pleasure.

“that’s it, girl. keep ridin’ me, just like that—doin’ so good f’ me,” he encouraged you, his hands now finding purchase on your ass and kneading the skin there.

the sheen of sweat on rhett’s torso made it harder for you to hold on, your hands slipping every few seconds. you opted for gripping his hair by the roots, which made him groan loudly, burying his face in your neck.

“fuck, sweetheart. you’re gettin’ good at this. ridin’ me like a champ.” he praised, leaving the sloppiest of kisses on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

“i-i’m close,” you mumbled between breathy moans.

“gettin’ close? let me help ya finish,” rhett replied, one of his hands moving down between your legs and coaxing your clit in torturously slow circles.

with a high-pitched whine, you keeled forward, your head resting on his shoulder as you kept bouncing on his length. “feels so nice, babe,” you mumbled against his skin.

“yeah, i know it does.” he responded, his fingers moving faster over your sensitive nub. “cum on my cock, sweetheart.”

you whimpered and nodded, “‘m gonna—ah! so, so close, I—”

your orgasm washed over you in waves, your body shivered as you finally let go of that knot building inside your stomach and the scream that was bubbling up in your throat. your body went limp against rhett’s, but you still managed to keep bouncing on him mindlessly, like a dumb bunny in heat.

he chuckled, “such a good cowgirl,” he said before grunting. “fuck, baby, you’re clenchin’ on me so tight, gon’ make me paint your pretty pussy white.”

you nodded eagerly, “yes, please. wanna feel it inside.”

rhett groaned, his voice rumbling with the force of it, “sweetheart—shit, ya can’t talk to me like that. gonna make me—fuck!—knock ya up by accident.”

you were overstimulated, practically buzzing as he kept moving you up and down on him, chasing his high. but it just felt so good to have him inside you, stretching your tight pussy into the shape of his dick.

he let out a trembling breath, “gonna cum. where do ya want it, baby?”

“i-inside,” you babbled.

on any other occasion, rhett would’ve asked you again to make sure you were certain. but tonight, his brain was so fucked out by the sinful heat of your cunt that he didn’t even argue. he came without a moment’s delay, his cum shooting out in thick spurts, stuffing you completely.

your hole clenched around him, a silent act of gratitude for filling you up so nicely. you let out a pathetic whimper against his neck, your hand coming up to weakly scratch his tattooed chest.

rhett just kept rocking into you, gradually slowing down to ride the high of his ecstasy. he eventually stopped but didn’t pull out just yet, wanting to plug his cum into you for as long as he could without you writhing in overstimulation.

he panted, trying to catch his breath. “and that, my dear, is how ya ride a cowboy.”

you pulled back from his chest and met his gaze. his cowboy hat was hanging on your head by a thread and you had the most fucked out look on your face, cheeks all hot and drool coming out the side of your pouty lips. he stared at you in admiration; you were the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“did ya enjoy your first ridin’ lesson?” he teased with an airy chuckle.

you nodded, out of breath but with a proud smile. “did i do well?” you asked meekly.

rhett let out a small snort of laughter, “yeah, ya did. we needa work on your endurance, though, babe.”

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rhett abbott

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[vivianfiles]

thanks to hangman || bob floyd

guess what? a pt. 2: [ curiosity killed the hangman ]

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, abs riding, doggy style, mating press(?) but not really, creampie, praise.

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sometimes, you really wanted to shove a sock down hangman’s throat just so he could shut the fuck up for once.

you had enough of him bullying your poor wso. robert floyd was a ray of sunshine—how jake managed to terrorize him day and night had you beat. he always shot bob down, making sleazy comments about his appearance or his nerdiness. he’d claim it was all in good fun, but you couldn’t tolerate his behavior anymore.

of course, sweet bob never complained. he took hangman’s torment all with an easy stride and an adorable smile; the right corner of his lips curling up in a way that was just so bob. even when jake made a particularly demeaning comment about bob’s sex life—the joke honing in on the lack thereof—bob just pursed his lips together and gave a nod. however, he did have his moments when he’d sass back at hangman—phoenix’s influence, no doubt—but still, you wanted hangman to eat his words.

so you came up with a plan.

you always had a thing for bob, you won’t deny it. but you figured he was the type to have a wife and 2 kids back in lemoore that he just never spoke about, according to rooster’s teasing, at least. so you never asked, never made a move—partially too scared to find out if it was true.

until now.

you knocked three times on the door of his quarters, which just so happened to be right next door to hangman…how convenient.

bob opened his door and you didn’t miss the way his eyes slightly widened behind those glasses. “oh, uh…hi?” he greeted, clearly confused by your unannounced visit. you don’t blame him.

“hi, bob. mind if i come in?” you asked nicely with a smile.

his eyebrows arched up slightly but he found himself opening the door wider to let you in, “no, c’mon in…” he said, albeit his tone was hesitant.

you thanked him and stepped inside. your eyes swept around the humble-sized room. the room’s setup was identical to yours and everyone else’s, but you admired the subtle ways bob tried to fill in the sterile cracks with pieces of home—from posters to picture frames, and even a crocheted throw pillow that you assumed either his mom or grandmother made for him.

“did you want to talk about my performance today or…?” bob tentatively asked as he closed the door behind you.

your gaze landed on a framed photo of bob and a small child. shit, that certainly ruins things. maybe you shouldn’t go through with this pla—

“my niece,” he mentioned when he noticed your drawn attention to the image.

you let out a mental sigh of relief.

“she’s cute,” you said truthfully. “got any kids of your own?” you needed to ask.

bob’s bespectacled eyes widened at that before quickly shaking his head, “oh, no no. no kids, no wife, n-nothing like that.”

you nodded, more to yourself than to him.

you took a step back from the picture frame and faced him, “i didn’t come in here to discuss your performance in flight today, bob.” you told him.

you saw the way his eyebrows knitted together in a small furrow. fuck, that shouldn’t have gotten you clenching on nothing, but it did.

“then why—“

you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, your hands snaking up to hold the back of his neck. bob’s entire body froze for a moment, and before he could get the chance to reciprocate, you pulled away just enough to murmur against his pink lips:

“stop me if you don’t want this.”

bob sucked in a breath, “i want this.”

you bit down on a smile before leaning in to kiss him again. this time, he reacted and actually kissed back. you let out a surprised moan when he quickly swiped his tongue along the seam of your lips, greedily intruding his tongue to tangle with yours.

it wasn’t long before you found yourself tumbling backwards onto his bed. his strong arms caged you between the mattress and himself, you stared up at him in awe. his dog tags hung low and you were so tempted to just pull him by the chain, but before you could, bob was lifting his old naval academy tshirt off and tossing it somewhere in the room.

your jaw dropped. hidden underneath layers and layers of military issued flight suits and raggedy cotton tees was the relic of a roman fighter’s torso. those washboard abs—kept perfectly tucked away from the eyes of your squad; concealed and covered so masterfully—it pierced like an act of betrayal, tasted like beach salt on the days he’d worn a tshirt during your team building football games.

“i want to ride your abs.” the words left your eager lips before you had the time to regret them; it shocked you, the unabashed need in your tone.

bob blinked down at you before he smiled that damned smile, right corner of his lips tugging upwards. “yeah, pretty?”

you moaned at the pet name, your core, once again, clenching around nothing. you liked being called pretty by bob, it felt fitting, like him calling you by anything else was wrong.

he picked you up easily and moved you to straddle his torso. his hands found purchase on your hips, his nimble fingers working quickly to lift your shirt up; his eyes silently asking for your permission.

you helped him take your shirt off, throwing it to join his discarded tshirt on the floor. bob let out a groan at the sight of your bare chest, you mentally patted yourself on the back for choosing to go without a bra.

“been hiding these from me?” he asked as he reached up to squeeze your tits, his thumbs making quick work of rolling your nipples.

you let out a sinful sounding whimper, leaning into his touch. “only fair…you’ve been hiding these from me,” you replied, punctuating your words with an experimental rut against his abs. the friction from your bottoms only made it feel better.

bob grunted, “take ‘em off,” his command was weak when his voice faltered with desperate need, but you found it all the more arousing.

you tugged your pants down and kicked them off, another garment appending to the floor. you rubbed against his abs again, this time the feeling was much more intense, the thin material of your panties being the only barrier between you and him.

bob let out a curse, “you’re wet, i can feel it.” he said, and he wasn’t wrong. you’ve soaked through the cotton of your underwear, shamelessly dragging yourself over his abs in repetitive motions.

his hands met the plush of your ass and helped you move over him, “need you to cum at least once before i bury myself inside you.”

and they say romance is dead.

with his guide, you ground your heat against him. your pussy weeping through the slick fabric of your underwear, so much so that bob lifted your hips up to tear them off and away to the growing collection of clothes by the foot of his bed.

when your skin first made contact with the cool surface of his abs, you thought you touched heaven. you let out the whiniest moan you ever heard yourself make before losing yourself in the throes of your pleasure, wantonly rubbing your core along the ridges of his well-defined ab muscles.

“shit, if i knew you could sound like that, i would’ve gone shirtless a long time ago,” bob commented as he watched you climb up the edge of ecstasy.

your hands laid flat on his pecs as you kept working yourself on him, borderline humping his abs as you grew closer to your peak, your volume only getting higher.

“look so perfect, look like you belong there, just grinding on my abs.” he spoke as he stared at the remarkable scene in front of him. “like it was made for you to sit on.”

his words were getting to you, making your cunt drool all over his lower abdomen, slick finding home in the valleys between his muscles. you tossed your head back, “ah! bob!”

“i bet you’re getting close, huh?”

you nodded frantically. “uhuh, gonna cum for you.”

he smiled, “i’d like nothing more than that, pretty.”

and you were a goner. one loud cry of his name later and you were panting, collapsing onto his chest. you could feel the obvious puddle you had left on his abs, not realizing you came so hard and released so much. bob didn’t seem to mind, though. he simply rubbed your back gently as you tried to catch your breath.

“how’re you feeling?” he murmured softly.

“like i want you inside me,” you answered.

bob let out a small chuckle, “insatiable, aren’t you?”

you shook your head as you lifted yourself up with wobbly arms, “no, i just know what i want.”

and who was he to deny you of that?

bob maneuvered your limp body, pressing your face down on the mattress and hiking your ass up for him. you wanted to object—reason with him that you wanted to see his face, but the moment he slipped his thick cock into your welcoming heat, any words of protest died on your tongue.

“fuck, you’re sucking me in,” he muttered roughly.

you could only whine into the sheets as he bottomed out inside of you. his grip on your hair loosened a bit and you managed to shift your head to catch a glimpse of him. he looked absolutely delectable. if he wasn’t busy stuffing his cock inside you, you might’ve begged him to fuck your throat just so you could see that pretty face of his.

your eyes rolled to the back of your skull with the way he was thrusting into you, his pace deliciously rough enough to excite you but frustratingly gradual enough to make you needy. what a tease.

“should’ve came to me sooner, princess. would’ve treated this pretty pussy so good if you only asked,” bob breathed out. you didn’t know he could speak so filthily; you felt yourself grow wetter.

you moaned, “didn’t know you—ah!—wanted me,” you squeaked out.

he let out a groan, his eyebrows furrowing together from where you could see. “you kidding me? i dreamed of this; dreamed of you clenching ‘round me and crying my name.”

and you did just that.

he let out a string of curses.

“oh, princess, i’m gonna cum.” he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

you lifted your head up from his bed, “wanna see you, please,” you pleaded.

he flipped you over in no time, pushing you down on your back and holding your legs up against your chest, his dick slipping back into you like it was returning home.

you could finally see his face, notice the way he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, the bead of sweat running down the vein on his forehead, and the shakiness of his fogged up glasses as it slipped down the bridge of his beautiful nose.

he met your heated gaze and that was his fatal mistake. you let out a gasp, feeling the warmth of his cum fill you up. a shiver went down your spine.

“fuck, sorry! ‘m so sorry, i didn’t mean to—you just look so fucking hot,” bob rushed to say as he pistoned into you so fervently to ride out his high.

you didn’t know you could get off from just his babbling and relentless thrusts. with a cry that ripped through your lungs, you came around his cock, your vision blacked out momentarily as you felt yourself ascend to the peaks of your pleasure.

bob slumped against you, being mindful not to crush you under his weight. you both panted as you tried to come down from your highs. you reached up and took his glasses off his face, allowing him to nuzzle into the crook of your neck and leave an array of delicate kisses along your damp skin.

“did that feel good for you?” he asked so tenderly against your neck.

you could only nod, words would only fail you.

you couldn’t wait to see the look on hangman’s face tomorrow during the morning debrief. you’re confident he won’t be making another snarky remark about bob’s game now that the sound of your voice screaming his name is probably engraved in his head.

written by vivianfiles

[vivianfiles]

only on camera || rhett abbott

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, consensual filming, teasing, fingering.

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“look at how you’re suckin’ me in.”

you’re embarrassed. mortified beyond belief—but you can’t help but greedily take rhett’s fingers. he’s holding his phone up, flash illuminating on the glistening monstrosity between your thighs.

you had agreed to let him film you under the condition he didn’t get your face in the video. he obliged, naturally, but that didn’t stop you from feeling flustered.

“‘t’s embarrassing, rhett…” you mumbled.

he continued shoving his two fingers in and out of you, his mouth practically drooling—mirroring the wet state of your leaking pussy.

“not embarrassin’, baby. don’t think like that.” he assured you, holding the phone steadily.

“this video’s gonna keep me company f’ weeks, darlin’.” he said, curling his fingers up into that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. you let out a whimpering moan, squeezing your tits between your hands.

he chuckled softly, “that’s right, angel. a lil treat f’ my eyes when i’m not workin’ on the ranch and between breaks at the shows.”

“rhett…” you whined, feeling the ache of your neglected clit as he focused on pumping his thick fingers.

he finally looked up from his phone and met your eyes, reading your needy expression and knowing exactly what you wanted.

“oh sorry, baby. did i forget to give her some attention?” he said before showering your little bundle with all the perfect rubs and circles from his thumb.

your head tipped back and you let out a lengthy moan—border on a cry of pleasure.

rhett returned his gaze to his phone, watching how the flash light picked up on every little detail, and smirking when the microphone picked up on your wanton moans. “that’s right, darlin’. let the phone hear ya.”

he groaned when you clenched around his fingers, “g-greedy little pussy, huh, angel?”

the coil inside your tummy was starting to tighten, the pleasure building higher and higher to greater heights. you couldn’t help but rut pathetically into his fingers, hoping to catch his wrist for something to grind on.

he let out a deep chuckle, the noise going straight to your heat, clamping down on his digits once again. “look at ya,” he whispered, pointing the camera closer to your futile attempts to get off. “so desperate to cum.”

preoccupied with holding his phone, he couldn’t hold your hips down to stop you—he didn’t care anyway; he enjoyed watching you try to seek out some more friction.

“please, rhett…please, i wanna cum so bad,” you begged.

“so spoiled,” he commented but he picked up the pace of his fingers regardless. he’d never deny you anything.

you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your hips arching up to meet the thrust of his digits. rhett could only lick his lips as he watched the scene through his phone camera, the bulge in his jeans only getting harder as he thought of the next time he’d get to watch this video when you weren’t there for him to bury himself into your tight cunt or your eager throat.

“takin’ my fingers so well, baby. show me how well ya take ‘em, cum all over ‘em.” his tone was soft enough for you to think it was a request, but based on the look in his feral cobalt blue eyes, you knew it was a command.

“yes, yes, yes. i will, promise, i will.” you babbled out mindlessly, the coil ready to snap any moment n—

rhett shoved in a third finger and that was it. you let out a loud cry—though you couldn’t even hear yourself at the moment—your walls squeezed his fingers as you came around them, soaking them and the top of his sleeve with your essence.

rhett watched with a smug smirk, his fingers slipping in and out of you to help you ride your high. he moved his phone camera closer to capture the obscene masterpiece you had made. the flash highlighted all and every small drop of slick left on skin and sheets.

“would ya look at that…mmm, a sight that’d make a man drop to his knees,” he praised, shamelessly spreading your cum over your thighs and lower abdomen.

you were a panting mess, your head dizzy with the force of your orgasm. you watched as he indulged himself, not finding any words left in you to call him out on how lewd he was being, or how mortified you felt. a part of you felt a glimmer of pride, actually. it felt good to know rhett was this obsessed with you.

he stopped the video and tossed his phone somewhere in the sea of sheets. he had a wide grin on his face, thoroughly satisfied with himself and victorious that he got to film that. he suddenly grappled your legs and pulled you around him.

“now that that’s taken care of, let me play with ya properly. off camera.”

written by vivianfiles