I'm Comin' Over

I'm Comin' Over

Summary: Ashley is sitting at home one night, staring at her phone. She knows she shouldn't call him. She knows it's a bad idea. But she can't resist and gives in. She sends Tyler a late-night text, and his response is immediate. Tyler arrives at her place and the two try to work out the issues in the relationship. SMUT.

The clock on the wall ticks monotonously, each second stretching into the next like the minutes of her lonely night. She sits on the couch in her living room wearing one of his old sweatshirts, its edges frayed and soft, paired with a pair of short shorts that seemed to emphasize how small and vulnerable she felt.

The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across the living room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Her gaze keeps drifting to the phone lying beside her, its screen dark and silent.

She scrolls through the endless list of streaming options. She flips through the titles with a listless finger, each show or movie offering no escape from the swirling thoughts in her mind. Her fingers click the buttons on the remote control, but her thoughts are consumed by him–Tyler. The weight of their unresolved issues presses heavily on her heart.

Her eyes dart back to her phone, which rests just a few inches away. She knows she shouldn't reach out. Their relationship has been teetering on the edge for too long, and she fears that any momentary comfort won't change the fundamental cracks. But the longing for him is palpable, and her resolve weakens.

She finds herself reaching for the phone. The screen illuminates her face as she stares at Tyler's contact. Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, the cursor blinking expectantly. 

She could call, hear his voice, and maybe he would come over. But did she really want to open that door tonight?

She sighs, finally giving in. Her fingers tremble slightly as she types a simple message: I miss you.

She hovers over the send button, her thumb hesitating as if weighing the consequences of her choice. Her heart pounds in her chest, and with a deep breath, she presses the button.

His response is almost immediate. The screen lights up with a notification: Tyler is calling. She answers, her voice barely above a whisper as she hears his familiar, comforting voice on the other end.

"I'm comin' over," Tyler says, and she can hear the urgency and warmth in his tone.

Minutes later, the sound of a key turning in the lock is quickly followed by the creak of the door as Tyler lets himself in. He kicks his boots off, them echoing softly as they hit the hardwood floor. He makes his way across the living room and takes a seat beside her on the couch.

Without hesitation, he leans in to kiss her. But she stops him, her hand gently placing itself on his chest. Tyler looks at her with a mix of confusion and concern.

"We need to talk, Tyler," she says, trying to steady her nerves. He hates that her voice falters slightly. "This...whatever this is between us...it's not working. We keep breaking up and making up, and it's exhausting. I think we should both move on. You know, get some closure–"

"Closure?" Tyler's expression hardens as he looks over at her. "To hell with the closure. Why would we want to end something that still has fire under it?"

She shook her head, her feelings a tangled mess of regret and desire. "But we keep doing this. We fight. We break up, and then we–"

"And then we make up," Tyler interrupts, his tone insistent. "You think that just because we fight sometimes means it's over? We've got something real here, Ash. I know it's not perfect, but it's still burning strong. Why would you want to put it out?"

She tries to argue, her voice rising with the frustration of her internal struggle. "I don't know if this is what I want anymore–"

Tyler leaned closer, his hand reaching out and cupping her face. His fingers were warm against her cool skin, his gaze piercing and intense. "You wouldn't have called me this late if you didn't want me anymore," he said, his voice soft and firm.

She opens her mouth to protest, but the words catch in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotions that he's showing for a change. The weight of his words, combined with the closeness of his body, makes it hard to maintain her resolve.

Tyler's patience finally wears thin, and he leans in. His eyes lock on hers before he closes the distance between them and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is unexpected and intense. It's filled with an urgency that leaves her breathless. As his lips move against hers, the warmth and familiarity of his touch begin to dissolve her resistance.

She leans in closer to him, her hands finding their way to his neck and then his shoulders, anchoring herself to him. Tyler's hand slides around to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She could feel the fire that had always burned between them reigniting with an intensity that made it impossible to think clearly.

He reaches down and pushes the blanket covering her lap to the floor, before grabbing her waist and pulling her body on top of his lap. Her body presses against his, and she could feel his heart pounding in rhythm with hers.

They continue to kiss, her hands going to the back of his neck and his hair. His sliding down her waist and around to her ass. As the kiss finally breaks they rest their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

She looks into Tyler's eyes, a mix of hope and apprehension in her gaze. "So, what does this mean for us?" She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

"I'm not ready to give up on us," he whispers as his lips gently press kisses to her neck.

"Ty...it has to be different this time. I don't want to keep fighting and breaking up."

"Then don't fight with me," he whispers as he reaches the collar of his sweatshirt. He pulls away so she can look into his eyes.

"I'm serious," she says.

He sighs, his hands resting on her waist as he looks into her eyes. "I know."

"You're always away, and sometimes...sometimes I feel like I don't hear from you at all. Days go by without even a text or a call. I have to watch your channel to see what you've been up to..." she starts to say before she stops herself to take a breath.

A mix of hurt and frustration crosses Tyler's face. "You think it's easy for me? I hate being away from you. I hate missing out on everything that's happening back here. I hate being away from you. I'm out there chasing storms because it's what I love, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I just...I thought we could handle this"

She blinks, taken aback by his admission. The weight of his words hits her with a jolt. "Did you just...did you just say you love me?"

Tyler's face flushes slightly, a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Yeah, I did. I know I don't say it very often, but I mean it. I've been trying to balance everything, and I guess I thought you knew."

She stares at him, her voice trembling. "You've never said it before. Not like that."

He reaches up, his hand cupping her face as he looks at her. "I know I haven't been the best at showing it, and I'm sorry for that." He pauses to clear his throat before he continues. "But I do love you. I need you to believe me."

Her heart races, caught between hope and skepticism. Before she can say anything else, Tyler stands up, his strong arms supporting her as she wraps her legs around his waist. Her laughter bubbles up, a mix of surprise and delight.

Tyler grins, his eyes filled with mischief. "Let's see if I can show you just how much I love you. What do you say?"

With that, he starts to walk towards her bedroom, his steps confident but gentle. He makes his way over to the bed and lays her down on it. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before his hands grab the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side. His tongue slides over his bottom lip as he realizes that she isn't wearing anything underneath the sweatshirt. His fingers then hook into the top of her pajama shorts as he slides them and her underwear down her legs.

He then turns and makes his way into the bathroom. She hears the sound of her shower turning on before Tyler returns a moment later.

"I haven't had a chance to shower since I got back, you don't mind if I use yours, right?" He smirks.

Her lips curve into a wide smirk as she props herself up on her elbows. "Only if I can join you."

He chuckles before he takes her hand pulling her to her feet and into him. His hands slide down her sides and around to her back as hers reach up to start undoing the buttons on the flannel he was wearing. She makes quick work of the buttons and he shrugs the shirt off. He then reaches down and grabs the bottom of the white undershirt he had on and pulls it over his head.

Her fingertips gently run down his chest, feeling the little bit of chest hair as she makes her way down to his jeans and belt. She makes easy work of the belt buckle before sliding the belt out of its loops. She then pops open the buttons of the jeans and slides his zipper down. He pushes his jeans and boxers down before stepping out of them.

He then takes her hand, leading her into the bathroom off her master bedroom. They step into the shower and the warm water hitting her skin instantly relaxes Ashley. It was as if all the negative thoughts and energy were washing down the drain too.

She closes her eyes, her head leaning back as she lets the warm water run over her skin. She feels his hand on her hip before he pulls her back against his chest. He leans in and starts kissing her neck and shoulder. Her arms reach up to run through his now damp hair as his hands continue to explore her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses all over her shoulders and back.

"T-Tyler–" she moans as she suddenly feels a stream of warm water between her legs. Her eyes roll back, and she feels her knees start to go weak as Tyler turns up the pressure just slightly on the shower head.

Her fingers dig into Tyler's hair as she feels her climax creeping closer and closer. She was sure her knees were going to give out when her release hit, and she hoped Tyler's hold on her would be enough to keep her upright.

Just as she thinks she is going to finish, Tyler pulls the shower head away and she immediately feels a throbbing between her legs.

A small groan, almost a whine even, leaves her mouth as she wants nothing more than to have the pulsing sensation of the warm water back between her thighs.

"Shhh, I've got you, baby girl. You know I'm not going to leave you like this," Tyler says as he puts the shower head back in place.

His hands gently turn her around so their chests are touching and they're facing each other. He reaches down and takes her hands in his, intertwining his fingers with hers before he places them against the shower wall above him. He leans in and starts gently sucking on her neck. One hand keeps hers pinned above her head while the other reaches up and cups her face as he kisses her lips.

His arm reaches down, wrapping around her waist before lifting her. Her legs wrap around his waist as he presses her back against the tile of the shower wall.

Her hands brace herself on his shoulders as his hands move to her waist, guiding her down onto his cock. They both let out a moan as he slid into her.

"God you feel so good," he groans as he presses his forehead to hers.

His thrusts start slow and teasing, almost painfully so. He pushes in a few inches and then slowly pulls himself out. Then he'd push in again, painfully slow.

"I n-need more." She whispers into his ear as she feels an intense need for her realist.

His hips start to pick up speed, slowly but surely. She clenches around him, something she knew drove him absolutely crazy.

"S-shit," he breathes out as he braces himself with one arm on the tile wall while the other slides around her waist to support her weight. "You know that shit drives me insane."

"That's the point," she smirks.

"God, I love you," he says before he leans in and presses his lips to hers.

His hips start thrusting in and out of her quicker, every thrust causing his tip to brush against the spot deep inside of her. Her moans get louder, despite her best efforts to keep them in. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to subdue some of the noise.

"Let go of that fucking lip. Let me hear how good I make you feel," he demands, his eyes meeting hers.

She immediately lets go of her lip as her moans start filling the room.

"T-Tyler...f-fu–" she moans as she feels her orgasm approaching.

She was so close to her climax, that her legs started to shake. She just needs a few more thrusts, just that little something to push her over the edge. Tyler thrusts into her one last time, his name leaving her lips as he releases inside of her.

He gently sets her down on her feet, his arm staying strong around her waist. They both breathe heavily, their gasps for air filling the room.

"You okay?" He whispers as he lifts his head to look at him. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She nods, her lips curving into a smile.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you," he says before leaning in to press a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you so much, baby girl."

Kinktober 2024: Day 8

SUMMARY: When Tyler stumbles upon your curiosity about rope and bondage, your relationship takes an unexpected turn into a world of trust and exploration.

PROMPT: "Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

KINK: Rope / Bondage (accidentally put a little bit of a praise kink in there too so we are going to go with it.)

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. (Bondage. Femal Receiving Oral. P in V. Unprotected Sex.)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

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It was a quiet night, the two of you curled up on the couch in the living room of Tyler’s farmhouse. The soft glow of the TV lit the room, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. Tyler had one arm around you, absently running his hand up and down your arm as you watched TV, feeling the comfort of his presence. 

You had your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through pictures when Tyler leaned over, trying to show you something funny on his own phone. 

In that brief moment, he caught a glimpse of your screen—specifically, a tab you’d left open, a blog post or two about bondage and rope work. 

You froze when you realized what he’d seen.

“What's that?” he asked, his voice curious, not judgmental.

Your heart skipped a beat as you fumbled to close the tab. “Oh, um… nothing, just… something I was reading.”

Tyler sat back, studying your face with that calm expression of his. “It didn’t look like nothing.”

You bit your lip, the warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck. He wasn’t pushing, but the way his green eyes held yours told you he wanted to talk about it if you were willing. You had trusted Tyler with a lot over the six months of your relationship, but this was something you’d kept to yourself, unsure of how to bring it up—or if you even wanted to.

“It’s just… something I’ve been curious about,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know how to talk about it.”

Tyler’s brows furrowed, but not in a concerned way—in that thoughtful way he got when he was trying to understand something important. He gently took the phone from your hands and set it aside, shifting so he could focus on you completely. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady, “you don’t have to be embarrassed. If it’s something you’re interested in, we can talk about it.”

Your pulse quickened at the openness in his tone. 

“I’ve been reading some…well a lot about, you know, bondage… like rope stuff. It’s just—” you hesitated, trying to find the right words, “I’ve never done anything like that, but I think I might want to try it. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

Tyler nodded slowly, his gaze warm and understanding. 

“You know I’d never judge you for anything like that, right? I’m glad you’re telling me.” He paused for a moment, leaning closer, his voice gentle but steady. “If you want to try it, we can figure it out together. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Relief washed over you at his response. You hadn’t been sure how Tyler would react, but his calmness and willingness to explore this with you made you feel safer than ever. 

“I’m definitely curious,” you admitted, “but I don’t want it to be weird.”

Tyler smiled softly, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “It won’t be weird. We just need to make sure we communicate and set some boundaries, so you feel safe the whole time.”

You nodded, your nerves slowly easing as the conversation flowed more naturally. “I guess I just want to… I don’t know, try it out in a way that doesn’t feel too intense.”

“Okay,” Tyler said, his voice even. “We can start slow. How about we keep it simple and see how you feel?”

The fact that he was being so considerate made you feel more confident. “I think I’d like that.”

Later that night, after a long conversation about boundaries and what you both were comfortable with, you found yourselves in the bedroom. The mood had shifted—not in a hurried or anxious way, but in a sense of anticipation.

Tyler stood in front of you, holding a length of soft rope in his hands, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of doubt. “You ready?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

But as soon as you spoke, Tyler’s gaze lingered on you, noticing the slight tension in your posture, the way your shoulders were still a little stiff. He could sense your hesitation, even if you were trying to push through it.

“Hey,” Tyler said softly, setting the rope down on the bed. “Before we go any further, I want to make sure you’re really comfortable. You’re still nervous, aren’t you?”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Yeah, a little. I guess I’m overthinking it a little.”

Tyler smiled gently, stepping closer until his body was just inches from yours. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin. “It’s okay. We don’t have to rush anything.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips—slow and deliberate, giving you time to focus on the warmth of the moment instead of your nerves. You responded, feeling yourself slowly ease into the kiss, your worries beginning to melt under the steady, comforting rhythm of his lips.

Tyler deepened the kiss slightly, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. His touch was gentle, but firm enough to ground you in the moment. As his lips moved against yours, he gradually began trailing soft kisses down your jawline, then lower, until his mouth found the delicate skin of your neck.

He lingered there, his lips brushing against your pulse, and then he began gently sucking, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch. His other hand slid down your side, resting on your waist as his thumb traced lazy circles against your skin, a soothing motion that contrasted with the heat of his mouth on your neck.

You felt your body start to loosen under his touch, the tension slowly giving way to a warm, relaxed sensation. Your heartbeat, which had been racing with nervousness just moments ago, began to settle into a more steady rhythm.

“Better?” Tyler asked softly between kisses, his voice vibrating against your neck.

You hummed in response, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you leaned into him. “Yeah… a lot better.”

Tyler pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “Good. We can keep going slow,” he murmured.

Tyler turned you gently, standing behind you as his hands ran along your arms before reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“Let’s get this off first,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he began to lift it over your head. He moved slowly, giving you time to stop him if you weren’t ready, but you didn’t. You felt safe with him, wrapped up in the warmth of his presence. As the fabric fell to the floor, Tyler’s eyes took in every inch of you, and a soft smile played on his lips. 

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, stepping closer. 

His hands were gentle, fingertips grazing your bare skin as he moved to undo the clasp of your bra. Every touch was careful. When the bra came off, Tyler’s eyes never left yours, even as he took in the sight of your body. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t trying to move things along too quickly. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then another, letting his lips trail over your skin in a way that made you feel cherished.

His hands slid down to the waistband of your pants, and once again, he moved slowly, carefully. He guided them down over your hips, letting them pool at your feet before helping you step out of them. Now, standing in nothing but your underwear, you felt vulnerable, but in a way that was freeing rather than frightening. Tyler’s hands came to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration. His gaze was soft yet filled with desire, but there was no rush in his movements—just patience, as if he had all the time in the world to appreciate you.

Tyler kissed you again, slow and sweet, as his hands came up to cradle your face. When he finally pulled away, he reached for the rope again, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Your heart was beating faster now, but not from nerves—from excitement, from the safety you felt in his presence. 

“I’m sure,” you whispered back.

Tyler’s smile deepened, filled with warmth and reassurance. He moved slowly, carefully, letting you watch every step as he gently guided your wrists in front of you. “If you want to stop at any time,” Tyler said, his voice low but full of sincerity, “just say the word, and we’ll stop, no questions.”

You appreciated his reassurance, feeling the warmth of his hands on your skin as he looped the rope around your wrists, the sensation of the fibers pressing softly but securely against your skin. It wasn’t tight, just firm enough to give you a sense of being held.

As he continued to tie the rope, he kept glancing up, checking your expression for any sign of discomfort. “How’s that feel?”

You flexed your hands slightly, testing the bonds. 

“It’s… good,” you said, surprised at how calming it actually felt. The softness of the rope, coupled with Tyler’s slow, deliberate motions, made you feel secure rather than restrained.

With a reassuring smile, Tyler placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before softly guiding you back toward the bed. His hands on your waist were tender, his movements slow and purposeful. He helped you lie down, positioning you carefully on your back, making sure you were comfortable the entire time.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes locking onto yours. The concern and care in his voice made your heart swell.

"Good," you whispered, feeling both safe and excited. "I'm okay."

"Good," Tyler echoed, his thumb brushing along your side in a comforting gesture. "You just keep telling me if anything feels too much, okay?"

You nodded, trusting him completely as he reached for your bound wrists, lifting them gently. Tyler's hands were careful and deliberate as he placed your wrists above your head, aligning them with the headboard.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I kind of like you like this. So trusting, so sexy." 

His voice was low, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible. After securing your wrists to the headboard, Tyler paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you with appreciation. 

He reached down, cupping your face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word."

You met his eyes, feeling the intensity of his care, his desire to make sure you were comfortable every step of the way. 

"I trust you," you said softly, and you meant it. There was no fear in this moment, only the thrilling excitement of being so deeply connected to him.

Tyler smiled, his expression softening as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The kiss was slow, intimate, as if he was pouring all his admiration for you into that single moment. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"You look so stunning," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You don’t know what you do to me."

His words made heat rise in your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile. The vulnerability of being tied up like this felt surprisingly natural with him, the fear fading under the constant reassurance he gave you.

Tyler’s hands moved lower, grazing softly over your sides and down your hips. He took his time, letting his fingers explore your skin, always mindful of your comfort. He leaned down, pressing light kisses to your collarbone, your shoulders, and then lower still, his mouth trailing over your chest in a way that made your heart race.

Every movement was slow, deliberate, designed to make you feel cherished and desired. The tension in your body melted away with each kiss, your nervousness easing under his touch.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and thick with admiration. "Every part of you."

Tyler’s lips continued their slow, teasing exploration of your body, but his hands never left the ropes, making sure they weren’t too tight, making sure you were always comfortable.

As his kisses deepened, his hands moved back to your waist, holding you in place gently. The softness of his touch, paired with the secure feeling of the ropes, made you feel more connected to him than ever before. The experience was intimate, but not in the rushed, overwhelming way you had feared. It was slow, careful, and full of trust.

"You’re doing so well," Tyler said again, his voice husky with both pride and desire.

Tyler's eyes never left yours as he took a deep breath, his hands still resting gently on your hips. His expression was soft, full of tenderness and understanding. 

“You’re still okay?” he asked quietly, his voice a gentle murmur that filled the quiet room.

You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest from how attentive he was. “I’m good,” you whispered, your voice steady with trust.

Tyler smiled, the corners of his mouth curving up as his thumb brushed lightly over your hip. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words making your heart flutter in your chest.

With another nod, you took a deep breath, focusing on the steady, calming rhythm of Tyler’s presence. Slowly, he slid his hands down from your hips, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. His eyes flicked to yours again, silently asking for permission. You could see the care in his gaze, the way he was waiting for you to give him the go-ahead before continuing.

When you gave him a small, reassuring smile, Tyler’s lips quirked up in response. He hooked his fingers gently into the fabric and, with careful movements, began to slide your underwear down your thighs, taking his time as if he didn’t want to rush a single second. The fabric skimmed your skin, and with every inch, Tyler’s hands stayed gentle and soft, his gaze never leaving you.

He carefully placed your underwear aside, his hands returning to your thighs. His fingers danced lightly along your skin, tracing patterns that sent warmth spreading through you. Tyler’s touch was as gentle as ever, but there was a new layer of intimacy now, a deepening connection that had you feeling closer to him than you ever had before.

He shifted slightly, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin along your inner thighs. His lips were feather-light, each kiss deliberate and slow, as if he was savoring every moment. 

“God, I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his voice barely audible but full of affection.

The warmth of his mouth against your skin made you shiver, but not from nerves—this time, it was pure anticipation, mixed with the overwhelming sense of trust that filled the air between you.

As Tyler continued to kiss you softly, the teasing energy between you sparked something deeper. He pulled away just enough to study your expression, and a playful glint flickered in his eyes. 

“You’re doing so well with your hands restrained,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Would you like to try something more?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, excitement and nervousness swirling within you.

"Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same," he said with that beautiful smirk on his face.

"Yes." You nodded, the thrill of surrender igniting your senses even further.

With a gentle smile, Tyler moved down the bed, his hands exploring your ankles as he took more of the soft ropes in hand. 

“Just a little more, I promise,” he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your fluttering nerves.

He carefully secured one ankle to the corner of the bed, followed by the other. The sensation of being spread out, fully exposed to him, sent a shiver through your body. You were entirely at his mercy, and the trust you had in him wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

As Tyler secured your ankles to the corners of the bed, you felt a rush of vulnerability wash over you. Being completely spread out for him—your hands above your head and your legs restrained—was an exhilarating but intimidating experience. A flutter of shyness crept in, making your cheeks heat up. You felt exposed in a way that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Tyler noticed immediately, the way your breath quickened and your gaze darted away. A warm smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with understanding. 

“Hey,” he murmured, leaning closer so that his forehead nearly brushed against yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that, right? Just look at you.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, dispelling the shyness that had crept in. Encouraged, you met his gaze, finding comfort in the way he looked at you—full of desire and admiration.

With that, Tyler began kissing you again, starting with a gentle peck on your lips. He trailed his mouth down your body, his kisses soft and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. He knew where you were sensitive; his lips danced along your collarbone, making you shiver, then traveled down to the gentle curve of your breast. Each kiss was laced with reverence as he whispered sweet reassurances.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed against your skin, his warm breath sending another wave of heat through you.

He continued his exploration, trailing kisses along your sides, lingering at your waist before moving lower. 

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the sensitive skin just above your hips, sending delicious shivers coursing through you.

Your breath caught as he reached the soft skin of your thighs, each kiss igniting a fire within you. The way he worshipped your body with his words and touch made you forget your earlier shyness, replacing it with a sense of belonging and empowerment.

“I’m so lucky to have you here, trusting me like this,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he paused, his voice low and sincere.

The intensity of his gaze held you captive, and you could see the genuine affection in his eyes. With each kiss, he reassured you of your beauty, every word reaffirming the bond of trust you had built together.

“You really are perfect,” he murmured, stepping back to admire the way you lay before him. The sight of you, bound and vulnerable, stirred something primal within him, a protective urge mixed with a deep desire to cherish and please you.

With a playful grin, Tyler knelt between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve ending in your body. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he began to explore the area between your legs with deliberate attention. Each stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making you arch your back and pull against the restraints.

A desperate whimper escaped your lips, the feeling of wanting to touch him overwhelming. You instinctively tried to lift your hands and tangle your fingers in his hair, but the ropes kept your movements restrained, leaving you both frustrated and yearning.

“Tyler,” you gasped, your body instinctively seeking more as you squirmed against the bindings, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. The sight of him, focused entirely on you, heightened the anticipation, and the intensity of the moment enveloped you completely.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, the teasing lilt in his voice sending another wave of heat rushing through you. His mouth continued its work, the sensations building again as he expertly brought you closer to that precipice of pleasure, making you forget the world around you.

You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the need for release mounting as he continued his ministrations. The way he expertly maneuvered between pleasure and teasing only heightened your desperation, and your body strained against the ropes, seeking more of him.

With each flick of his tongue and soft kiss, Tyler kept you right at the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting. You were completely his, bound in more ways than one, and the mixture of trust, desire, and anticipation enveloped you like a warm embrace.

“Just a little longer, then I’ll let you finish, beautiful,” he murmured, locking eyes with you as he teased you closer to that edge once again.

As you lay there, wrists and ankles restrained, you watched Tyler intently, your heart racing in anticipation. His eyes remained on you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he stood at the edge of the bed. With deliberate slowness, he reached for the buttons on his shirt, his fingers working each one free with a maddening calm. The fabric parted, revealing the toned skin beneath, and with a shrug, he let the shirt slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor.

You instinctively pulled against the restraints, wanting nothing more than to reach out, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your hands. Your fingers itched to trace the lines of his chest, to be the one undressing him. But the bindings held firm, keeping you in place, leaving you helpless to do anything but watch. And it drove you wild.

Tyler’s gaze flickered over you, noticing the subtle tug of your wrists, the way your legs shifted ever so slightly against the bindings. His smirk deepened, and a flicker of something darker and more teasing passed through his eyes. 

He could see how much you wanted him—how badly you wanted to be the one pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours. And it thrilled him.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” His voice was a low rumble, teasing but soft, as he undid his belt with a slow, tantalizing pull. The leather slid free, and the soft clink of the buckle echoed in the room.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat, your eyes glued to him as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips, revealing the strong lines of his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him standing before you in just his boxers, his body exuding confidence and calm control.

The sight of him had your pulse racing, and you tugged at the restraints again, a soft, involuntary whine escaping your lips as frustration and desire mingled. Tyler noticed and chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill through you.

“I love how much you want me,” he murmured, stepping closer to the bed. He leaned down, his hands resting on either side of your head as he hovered over you. “How much you’re pulling at those ropes… needing to touch me.”

His lips brushed yours, barely a whisper of contact, before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were filled with a heady mix of affection and lust, making your heart pound even harder.

“You know,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “The way you look at me right now… makes it so hard to take my time.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you felt the tension in your body coil tighter, the anticipation growing. Tyler’s gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he straightened, standing tall as he slid his boxers down and kicked them aside. He was fully exposed now, and the sight of him made your breath hitch. You wanted him more than ever, wanted to feel him, to close the gap between you.

But Tyler wasn’t done teasing you. He glanced down at your wrists and ankles, still bound to the bed, then back at you with a sly grin. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly, a playful edge in his voice. “And I think I kind of like that.”

Your body strained against the restraints, the desire to reach for him almost overwhelming. But Tyler only seemed to enjoy it more—the sight of you wanting him so badly, needing his touch. 

He leaned down again, brushing his lips against your forehead before whispering, “I’m not going to rush. I want to savor this… savor you.”

His words left you trembling with anticipation as he shifted his attention back to you, his touch slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours.

Tyler’s hands moved slowly and carefully as he undid the restraints around your ankles, his touch gentle as ever, checking in with you, making sure you were still okay. His eyes searched yours for any hesitation, but the trust between you was undeniable. You nodded, signaling that you were ready, and he smiled softly, running his thumb over your skin before positioning himself between your legs.

He lowered himself over you, aligning his body with yours as his tip brushed against your entrance. A shiver ran through you at the anticipation of what was coming. Slowly, he began to push inside, and your body reacted immediately, your head rolling back against the pillow as you felt him stretch you. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and Tyler stilled for a moment, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. His lips lingered against yours, comforting and grounding you as your body adjusted.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice low and soothing. “You’ve taken me before. You can take me now.”

His reassurance settled in your chest, easing the slight tension that had built up. Once he was fully inside, Tyler paused, giving you the time to adjust, his hands gently running along your sides. His eyes were locked onto yours, filled with nothing but affection and care. Brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face, he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

Those words made your heart swell, and you smiled softly at him. Then, with a slow roll of his hips, Tyler began to move. The sensation of him filling you so completely, combined with the trust that lingered in the air, had you arching your back, and instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

Tyler groaned softly as you brought your hips up to meet his, finding a rhythm together that made your entire body come alive. The tension in the restraints around your wrists heightened the sensations, the slight pull against them making every movement feel more intense. You could feel the headboard creaking, your hands tugging instinctively against the ropes, desperate to touch him, but at the same time, you loved the restraint, the vulnerability, the way Tyler held you so securely even though you couldn’t move.

Tyler’s eyes flashed with something primal as he noticed, the creaking of the bed and the way you responded to him only fueling his desire. 

“You’re so incredible like this,” he breathed out, his voice strained with pleasure as he picked up his pace. “I love seeing you… feeling you like this.”

Your body responded to his every move, meeting his thrusts with a passion that left you breathless. The heat between you intensified, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through your body, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Tyler’s name left your lips in soft, desperate whispers as you pulled tighter against the restraints, craving even more of him, every inch of his presence and his touch.

Tyler’s hips never faltered, his control evident even as he groaned your name, his pace steady yet filled with raw intensity. The creaking of the bed only grew louder, a testament to the growing tension and passion between you. Tyler's gaze remained fixed on you, his body pressed against yours as he leaned down again, kissing you deeply, making sure you knew that you were everything he needed, everything he wanted.

The trust, the intimacy, the love—it all intertwined in that moment, leaving you both breathless and completely wrapped up in one another.

Tyler’s movements became more urgent as he sensed the shift in you, his thrusts deeper, more purposeful, as he felt your body tightening around him. The sound of your breathing, faster now, mixed with the soft gasps that escaped your lips. You were right on the edge, the sensation building rapidly until it finally crashed over you like a wave. Your body trembled, your release washing through you with an intensity that had you arching into him, tightening around him in the process.

The sensation of you squeezing him so tightly sent Tyler over the edge as well. His thrusts grew uneven as a groan ripped from his throat, his body quivering with need. He pulled out quickly, one hand wrapping around himself as he pumped a few more times, the release so close. With a low growl, he came, his warmth spilling onto your stomach and chest in thick, pulsing waves. The pleasure left him breathless, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as he collapsed beside you on the bed, both of you gasping for air.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies completely spent as you lay there side by side, basking in the afterglow. 

Tyler turned his head toward you, his eyes soft with affection as he reached up, his fingers gently untying the knots that held your hands. The rope loosened and finally fell away, and you sighed in relief, rubbing your wrists gently.

“I’ll be right back,” Tyler murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he slipped off the bed. 

He walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. Without a word, he began gently cleaning your stomach and chest, his touch tender and caring. He wiped away any remnants of his release, his movements slow and deliberate, making sure you were comfortable. Once he was satisfied, he took the washcloth back to the bathroom, leaving you to relax in the quiet stillness of the room.

When he returned, Tyler climbed back onto the bed, a contented smile on his face. He reached down for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it up over both of you as he slid in next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close to him as you nestled against his chest, your head resting just above his heart. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of peace, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his thumb brushing soothing circles over your arm.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Tyler whispered, his voice filled with warmth. 

He pulled you even closer, his body completely relaxed now as he held you in his arms. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, surrounded by the quiet comfort of the night.

With the blanket cocooning you both, and Tyler’s arms wrapped securely around you, you let out a content sigh, feeling utterly safe and loved in his embrace.

As you lay in Tyler's arms, the comforting silence wrapping around you, he gently shifted his hand to your wrists, his fingers tracing the areas where the ropes had been. His touch was featherlight, careful as he ran his thumb over the tender skin, checking for any sign of discomfort.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "I didn’t hurt you, did I? Were they too tight?"

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "No, it was great. I... I really enjoyed it."

But even as you spoke, a small flicker of self-consciousness settled in. You bit your lip, unsure for a moment, wondering if maybe Tyler hadn’t enjoyed it as much as you had. It was something you’d been curious about, something new for both of you, but what if he hadn’t felt the same spark? What if it wasn’t as good for him?

Tyler sensed the slight change in your expression, the way your gaze briefly dropped, and he shifted to look at you more fully. 

"Hey," he murmured gently, tipping your chin up with his fingers so you’d meet his eyes. "What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

You hesitated before finally voicing your worry, your voice soft. "Did you... enjoy it? I mean, was it okay for you?"

For a split second, Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise, before a soft laugh rumbled from his chest. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin. 

"Okay?" he repeated, his voice teasing as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Seeing you like that, was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Of course I enjoyed it."

The sincerity in his voice made warmth bloom in your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile. His words reassured you more than you expected, and the tension you’d been holding onto melted away.

Tyler grinned, the mood lightening between you as he lay back beside you, his hand tracing lazy patterns over your arm. 

"Where do you think I learned to tie knots like that?" he asked with a playful wink.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his tone. "Oh, I don’t know… where?"

He laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Rodeo days. I used to ride bulls, remember? I know my way around a rope."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his casual confidence. "Of course. Should have known I was in expert hands."

Never Left Me: Prologue

STORY SUMMARY: After eight years of building a new life in Chicago, Lauren Allen is forced to return to her small hometown in Arkansas. It’s a world she thought she’d left behind—the quiet streets, the endless farmland, and the memories of the boy she never quite forgot. Now working as a paralegal and engaged to a successful lawyer, Lauren should be happy. But beneath the polished surface of her life, she feels out of place, trapped in a world that doesn't quite fit. When she unexpectedly crosses paths with Tyler Owens, the boy who broke her heart one summer night, Lauren must confront the emotions she’s buried for nearly a decade. As she’s pulled back into the life she tried to leave behind, Lauren faces a choice: continue the path she’s on, or finally admit what—and who—she truly wants.

CHAPTER/PART SUMMARY: At 18, Lauren believed she was in love for the first time. That August night in Arkansas felt like the beginning of something beautiful as she watched the sunset with Tyler Owens by her side. The warm air was thick with unspoken feelings, and when Tyler leaned in to kiss her, Lauren thought her dreams had finally come true. But in the quiet aftermath of that moment, reality crashed in—what she felt wasn’t what he could say back. What should have been the perfect night turned into the memory that would haunt her for years, pushing her to leave town and never look back.

WARNINGS: Underage Drinking. Unprotected Sex (implied).

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The intense August heat hung in the air like a thick blanket as Lauren sat in the passenger seat of Tyler's old truck. The cracked leather beneath her legs stuck to her skin as the Arkansas sun beat down, but she didn’t mind. She never minded, not when she was with him. 

She could feel the dust from the back roads swirling through the open windows, mixing with the scent of hay and the earthy smell of Tyler’s truck. The radio hummed quietly in the background, some country song she couldn’t quite make out over the sound of the wind rushing past.

Tyler was beside her, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his other arm slung lazily out the window. His fingers tapped along to the beat, completely at ease. He was home, finally, after spending the summer competing in rodeos across the South and Midwest. Lauren had counted down the days until he came back, knowing this might be the last summer they’d have like this. In just a few weeks, she’d be leaving for college. She’d be gone, and Tyler—he would be wherever the rodeos took him next.

"You okay?" Tyler glanced over at her, his green eyes catching hers for a brief moment before returning to the road.

Lauren forced a smile, pushing down the familiar ache in her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?" he asked, his voice warm but casual, like everything was always easy between them. Like he didn’t know her heart raced every time she was close to him.

"Just… how hot it is," she lied, turning her gaze out the window. In reality, she wasn’t thinking about the heat at all. She was thinking about him. How much she’d miss him. How much she wanted to say the words she’d kept buried for so long, but couldn’t.

The truck jolted slightly as they turned onto the rutted dirt path that led to Tyler’s family farm. His dad had called him to help with something, and of course, she had tagged along. 

That’s how it always was—Lauren always finding a reason to be with him, always lingering just a little too close. But she never let herself get too close, not the way she really wanted to.

"Doesn't feel like it's gonna cool down anytime soon," Tyler remarked, squinting out into the horizon, the golden fields of late summer stretching endlessly ahead.

Lauren swallowed, feeling the weight of everything unsaid pressing against her. This was their last summer, the last time they’d have this—long afternoons of driving down the back roads, just the two of them. She wasn’t ready to let it go. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

Tyler pulled the truck to a stop near the barn, killing the engine as a cloud of dust settled around them. For a moment, there was silence, just the sound of cicadas buzzing in the distance and the faint echo of wind rustling through the nearby fields.

"Guess I should go help my dad. Tess is inside if you want to go hang out with her.." Tyler said, but he didn’t move right away. Instead, he looked over at her, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual. "You wanna hang out after I’m done?"

Lauren nodded, her throat tightening. "Yeah, of course."

She could feel the weight of the moment between them, heavier than the summer air. Her heart pounded as she stared at him, knowing this was her chance. She could tell him. She could finally say everything she’d been holding back—the way she felt about him, the way she didn’t want to leave without him knowing the truth. But the words stuck in her throat, caught on her fear of ruining everything.

Tyler gave her a crooked smile, the kind that always made her chest ache. He didn’t know. He couldn’t. He was Tyler—carefree, easygoing, always just a little out of reach.

"I’ll be back in a bit," he said, his voice soft.

And then he was gone, slipping out of the truck and walking toward the barn, leaving Lauren alone with her thoughts.

She watched him go, her hands trembling as she gripped the seat beneath her. This was her last summer here. The last time they’d have together before life pulled them in different directions. If she didn’t say something now, she might never get another chance.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the sweltering heat. She walked toward the barn, her heart pounding in her chest, each step feeling heavier than the last. Tyler was up ahead, already inside, talking to his dad.

Lauren hesitated, her feet rooted to the ground as she stood at the barn door, watching him. This was it. She had to do it now, or she’d regret it forever.

"Tyler!" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, and she saw him turn, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"What’s up?" he asked, wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked toward her.

She could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. Everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, lodged beneath her fear.

"I—" She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I just… I wanted to tell you something."

Tyler stopped in front of her, his expression softening, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Yeah? What’s on your mind?"

Lauren’s breath hitched. This was it. All she had to do was say it—I love you. I always have. I don’t want to leave without you knowing.

But she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come, not with him standing there, so close, so impossibly out of reach.

"It’s nothing," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Never mind."

Tyler’s smile returned, easy and effortless, like it always was. He reached out, ruffling her hair like he always did, a gesture that made her heart both soar and sink at the same time.

"You’re weird today," he teased, giving her a playful shove. "I’ll see you later, okay?"

* * * *

The fading light of the late summer sun cast a warm, golden glow over the endless stretch of Tyler's dad’s fields. The world seemed softer here, quieter. Tyler had parked the truck on a small hill overlooking the rows of corn and soybeans, and now the two of them were sprawled out in the back, leaning against the worn metal of the truck bed as they watched the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

Tyler had thrown a blanket in the back of the truck, one that smelled faintly of hay and dust, and helped Lauren up onto the tailgate. His hand had lingered just a moment too long as he pulled her up, but Lauren didn’t let herself dwell on it. She couldn’t afford to—not tonight. Not when everything felt so fragile, like one wrong move might shatter the perfect balance between them.

He pulled out a mason jar filled with watermelon juice—except it wasn’t just watermelon. Lauren didn’t need to ask to know that. The sharp, almost bitter scent hit her before she even took a sip.

"Where'd you get that?" Lauren asked, trying to sound casual, though her pulse quickened slightly at the idea of what they were about to do. This wasn’t her first sip of alcohol, but it felt like her first real drink—something about doing it with Tyler made it feel different. More significant.

Tyler grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "A buddy of mine. He makes it himself—watermelon moonshine. Thought it’d be a good way to celebrate the end of summer."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate?"

Tyler shrugged, his gaze drifting out toward the horizon. "Yeah. You know, you leaving for college. Me… I dunno, doing more rodeos. Everything changing."

Lauren swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle between them. Everything was changing, and as much as she tried to ignore it, the thought gnawed at her. This might be their last night together like this, and she still hadn’t found the courage to tell him how she felt.

Tyler handed her the jar, his fingers brushing hers in the process. She took it, lifting it to her lips cautiously. As soon as the liquid hit her tongue, the burn followed. It was sharp, fiery, and completely unexpected. She winced, her face scrunching up involuntarily.

Tyler chuckled, his deep, familiar laugh filling the warm evening air. 

"Here." He reached into the cooler at his feet and pulled out a lime, slicing it with a pocket knife before offering her a wedge. "Try this—it’ll cut the burn."

Grateful, Lauren squeezed the lime into the jar and took another sip. This time, the sting was still there, but the citrus helped, mellowing it just enough. After a few more sips, the warmth from the alcohol began to spread through her, relaxing the tension in her shoulders and making the edges of the world seem a little softer.

"You alright?" Tyler asked, his voice low, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah," Lauren replied, feeling the sudden urge to laugh for no reason at all. "It’s not bad. Better than I expected."

"That’s what I thought." Tyler took the jar from her and took a long pull from it himself, as if it was nothing. Like he’d done this a thousand times before. Maybe he had. Lauren wouldn’t be surprised.

They passed the jar back and forth for a while, the easy silence between them broken only by the occasional sound of Tyler humming along to a song playing faintly on the radio. The alcohol made everything feel lighter, more distant, like the weight of the future wasn’t pressing down on her so much anymore.

"So," Tyler said after a while, his voice a little slower, more relaxed. "You excited? For college, I mean."

Lauren hesitated, staring out at the setting sun, its colors painting the sky in a vibrant display. She hadn’t really thought about it—about how she felt. Excited? Nervous? Scared? None of those words seemed to fit.

"I guess," she said finally, her voice soft. "It’s just… it’s a lot, you know? Leaving home. Leaving this."

Tyler was quiet for a moment, and when she glanced over at him, he was watching her, his expression unreadable.

"You’re gonna be alright," he said, his voice low and steady. "You’re tougher than you think, Lauren."

Lauren’s heart ached at the way he said her name, so casually, like he didn’t know the power it held over her. She wanted to believe him—to believe that everything would be okay once she left, that she wouldn’t miss him like this. But deep down, she knew better.

Tyler leaned back, resting his head against the side of the truck, his eyes on the darkening sky. Lauren mirrored him, settling into the warmth of the blanket beneath them. The moon was starting to rise, casting a soft glow over the fields, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, drinking the last of the watermelon moonshine and watching the stars appear one by one. The air between them felt charged, like something unspoken was lingering there, waiting to be said. But neither of them said anything.

When Tyler finally spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. "You ever wonder what it’d be like if things were different?"

Lauren blinked, her breath catching in her throat. "What do you mean?"

Tyler shifted beside her, turning to face her more fully. "I don't know. Just like what might happen if you weren't leaving in a couple weeks."

Lauren looked down at her hands and shrugged. She hadn't really thought much about it. College had always been in her plans. There was only one thing that could get her to change her mind about going to Chicago. Only one person that could get her to change her mind about going to Chicago.

His eyes, deep and unreadable in the moonlight, seemed to search hers for something—something that Lauren wasn’t sure she could give, or maybe something she’d been wanting to offer all along.

"If you weren’t leaving," he said slowly, "I’d probably have asked you out by now. Maybe take you on a date or two. Hell, I might even ask if you wanted to come on the road with me next time I hit the rodeos."

Lauren’s heart fluttered, and she wasn’t sure if it was the moonshine, the heat of the night, or the way Tyler was looking at her now. Had he really just said that? The Tyler she’d known for years, who’d only ever been her friend—was he saying he wanted her?

"I’d like that," Lauren whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tyler gave her a crooked smile, one that made her insides twist in a way that only he could. "Yeah? You think you could handle the road, running around with a bunch of cowboys?"

Lauren let out a soft laugh, but it died quickly on her lips as Tyler reached out, his hand brushing her cheek. The touch was so gentle, so unexpected, that she froze for a moment, feeling her heart race as he leaned in closer.

Before she could think too much, his lips were on hers—tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, but then bolder as she kissed him back. The warmth of his breath, the soft press of his mouth against hers—it was everything she’d imagined and more. Her body seemed to move on instinct, and before she knew it, she was pulling herself closer, her hands finding their way into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process.

Tyler groaned softly, pulling her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her as the kiss deepened. Lauren could feel his hands sliding over her waist, up her back, and suddenly everything felt electric—like a spark had been lit between them, one that neither of them could control.

Her heart raced as his hands began to explore her body, sliding beneath her shirt, his touch sending shivers through her. She felt the roughness of his fingers against her skin, and the thrill of it made her breath catch. 

She wanted him—had wanted him for as long as she could remember—and now, here he was, holding her, touching her in ways that made her feel alive in a way she’d never felt before.

They lost themselves in each other, the summer night fading away as the heat between them grew. The truck bed seemed to disappear beneath them, the world narrowing down to just Tyler—his lips, his hands, the feel of him beneath her.

It wasn’t until later, when they were tangled together, the cool air of the evening brushing over their heated skin, that Lauren felt the weight of what had just happened settle over her. 

She had given Tyler more than just her heart tonight. She had given him all of her, in a way she hadn’t with anyone else before. She had let him in, completely. As she lay there, her head resting on his chest, she felt a strange mix of emotions swirl inside her—joy, nerves, and something else. Something that had been building inside her for years.

"Tyler," she whispered, her voice shaky. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the rush of what had just happened, but she couldn’t keep it in any longer. "I... I think I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now."

The words hung in the air, suspended between them like a fragile thread. Tyler was quiet. Too quiet.

Lauren’s heart pounded as she waited for him to say something—anything—but all he did was let out a soft sigh. His hand, which had been tracing lazy circles on her back, stilled for a moment.

"Lauren..." he started, his voice hesitant, like he was choosing his words carefully. "You’ve had a few drinks... maybe you’re just feeling—"

"I mean it," Lauren interrupted, sitting up slightly so she could look him in the eye. Her face was flushed, but not just from the alcohol. She could feel the vulnerability in her words, the way her heart was exposed, raw and open.

Tyler’s expression softened, but there was something behind his eyes—something Lauren didn’t want to see. "I don’t want you to regret saying something you don’t mean because of a little moonshine."

The unspoken truth in his words hit Lauren like a punch to the gut. He didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t. If he had, he would have said it back. But he didn’t. He wasn’t in love with her, at least not in the way she was with him.

The hurt settled in, sharp and painful, though she tried to push it down. She’d given him everything, and it still wasn’t enough.

Tyler pulled her close again, kissing her forehead softly, like he was trying to comfort her without acknowledging the ache that was building inside her. "I care about you, Laur. You know that, right?"

But the words felt hollow now, the tenderness in his touch tainted by the rejection she could feel seeping into her bones. He didn’t love her. Not like that.

And that was when she knew—things between them had changed. This night, which had started with so much promise, was the beginning of the end. The realization settled in her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake.

They lay in silence after that, the once-comfortable quiet now filled with unspoken hurt. She couldn’t look at him anymore, her heart too fragile to handle the truth that had been exposed. He had her—heart, body, and soul—but he couldn’t say the words she longed to hear.

The warmth of Tyler’s arms no longer felt comforting. The closeness they had shared just moments ago now felt distant, a barrier between them that she hadn’t expected. Lauren sat up, her movements slow, her heart heavy as the realization of what had just happened fully settled in.

She wordlessly pulled her shirt back over her head, her hands trembling slightly as she fastened her jeans. Tyler sat up behind her, watching her in silence, his brow furrowed, unsure of what to say. The weight of the moment hung between them, thick and oppressive.

"Lauren," he finally said, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Let’s... talk about this. I didn’t mean to—"

"Can you take me home?" she interrupted, her voice small, barely above a whisper.

Tyler flinched, her request cutting through whatever he was about to say. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated and guilt-ridden. "Lauren, I didn’t—"

"Please," she said, her eyes fixed on the tailgate of the truck, refusing to meet his gaze. "Just take me home."

Tyler stared at her for a long moment, his chest tight with the weight of what he’d done—or what he hadn’t said. He had wanted to say the right thing, but somehow it had all gone wrong. But now, Lauren was pulling away, both physically and emotionally, and he felt the distance growing by the second.

With a reluctant nod, he slid off the tailgate and reached to help her down, his hands hovering near her but never quite touching her. They climbed into the truck, the silence between them unbearable, the easy laughter and warmth of the evening now a distant memory.

As they drove down the familiar dirt roads, the rumble of the truck’s engine was the only sound. Lauren stared out the window, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, but her expression was unreadable. Tyler glanced over at her several times, his heart aching with the knowledge that he had hurt her in a way he couldn’t take back.

"Lauren..." he tried again, his voice breaking the silence.

But she didn’t respond. She kept her eyes trained on the passing fields, the stars above shimmering like distant pinpricks of light. He could see her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, a telltale sign of her discomfort, but she remained silent.

By the time they pulled up in front of her parents’ house, the tension was suffocating. Tyler shifted the truck into park, turning to her, desperate to say something—anything—that would fix what had just happened.

"Look, I didn’t mean to—" he started, but before he could finish, Lauren opened the door and climbed out.

"Thanks for the ride," she muttered, not even looking back at him as she shut the door and walked toward the house.

Tyler watched her go, his heart sinking lower with every step she took. She didn’t glance back—not once. Her figure, small and vulnerable under the porch light, disappeared inside, the door closing softly behind her.

The door clicked shut behind her, the soft sound of it echoing in the quiet house. Lauren stood there, frozen for a moment, her hand still resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. The weight of everything that had just happened pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

She leaned back against the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had held it together for the entire ride home, staring out the window, biting down the overwhelming urge to cry. But now, alone in the darkness of her parents’ home, there was no need to hold back anymore.

The tears came, spilling over without warning. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to break free, but it was no use. The dam had broken, and everything she had been trying to suppress—her heartache, her humiliation, the bitter sting of rejection—flooded out in waves.

How could she have been so stupid? How could she have thought... hoped... that tonight would be different? That Tyler would somehow see her the way she had seen him for all these years?

Her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs as she slid down the door, sinking to the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest. She hugged them tightly, rocking slightly, trying to soothe the ache in her chest. But it was no use. The pain was too sharp, too raw.

She had told him. She had told Tyler Owens that she loved him.

Lauren’s breath hitched as she replayed the moment over in her mind, cringing at the memory. The words had tumbled out of her, reckless and unguarded, in the haze of moonshine and the rush of their closeness. She had said it, believing—no, wanting—to believe that he felt the same.

But he hadn’t said it back.

Her heart twisted painfully as she remembered the way he had brushed off her confession, chalking it up to the alcohol, to the moment. He hadn’t believed her. Or worse—he hadn’t wanted to believe her.

She wiped at her cheeks, though more tears kept coming. It wasn’t just the words she regretted. It was everything that had happened after. She had given herself to him. Completely. She had shared a piece of herself that she had never shared with anyone else, and now it felt like she had lost it forever.

A sob caught in her throat as she thought about how naïve she had been, thinking that somehow, in some way, tonight might change things between them. That maybe, just maybe, he might see her as more than just the girl who had always been around. More than just his sister’s friend or the girl whose family he helped out on the farm.

But now she knew better.

Her chest tightened with a fierce, protective resolve, and she swiped at her tears with more determination. She couldn’t stay here anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending that things would somehow work out—that she could just go back to being friends with Tyler, back to the way things used to be. The truth was out now. She had bared her heart to him, and he hadn’t even tried to catch it.

Lauren stared blankly at the darkened living room, her mind racing. She wasn’t going to stick around to feel this way anymore. She wasn’t going to give Tyler—or this town—the power to hurt her again.

In a few weeks, she’d be leaving for college. Chicago. A whole new life away from this place that had been her whole world for so long. And now, more than ever, she knew she couldn’t come back.

She wiped the last of her tears, her breath still shaky, but the sobs had started to slow. She made a silent vow right there, sitting on the floor of her childhood home: she was leaving, and she wasn’t coming back. Not for the summers. Not for holidays. Not for anything.

Maybe in time, the memory of tonight would fade, along with the ache of Tyler’s rejection. Maybe she could start fresh, far away from the farm, the fields, and the roads that all reminded her of him. Of them.

Lauren stood slowly, her legs weak beneath her as she steadied herself against the door. She didn’t glance outside. She couldn’t bear to think about Tyler still sitting out there in his truck, waiting, watching, maybe even regretting what had happened. It didn’t matter anymore. Whatever was between them was over before it had even begun.

With a heavy sigh, Lauren turned away from the door and made her way upstairs, her decision made. Arkansas had been her home for eighteen years, but now, it was just a place she had to leave behind.

And she was never coming back.

Meanwhile outside Tyler sat there, staring at the house, the familiar front door that he’d walked through so many times in the past. He thought about going up there, knocking, and trying to explain himself—to make her understand that he hadn’t meant to hurt her. But what would he say? How could he explain away the fact that he hadn’t said the one thing she had wanted to hear?

A sigh escaped him as he slumped back against the seat, his hand gripping the steering wheel. He felt like a coward for not going after her, but he knew facing her father at this hour, after dropping her off so late, wasn’t an option. Not without making everything worse.

He pulled out his phone, staring at her name in his contacts, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. Finally, he typed a short message:

I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.

He hit send, the words feeling woefully inadequate. Tossing his phone onto the passenger seat, Tyler stared at the house a moment longer, hoping for some kind of sign that everything would be okay. But the front door remained closed, the house dark and silent.

With a heavy heart, Tyler sighed, shifted the truck into reverse, and backed out of the driveway. He could still feel the weight of the unspoken words between them, like a gaping wound that neither of them knew how to heal.

As he drove away, the only thing he could think about was how, in one night, everything had changed between them—and how he might have just lost her forever.

kinktober 2022 masterlist

I collected my writing for kinktober 2022 on this masterlist, I hope you enjoy it, please don’t read this if you’re under 18.

day 1: masturbation - Bob

day 2: daddy kink - Jake

day 3: sweat - Bradley

day 4: sex toys - Natasha

day 5: gags - Jake

day 6: lingerie - Natasha

day 7: lactation kink - Natasha

day 8: bondage - Bob

day 9: praise kink - Jake

day 10: pregnancy kink - Bob

day 11: orgasm denial - Jake

day 12: sensory deprivation - Bob

day 13: breeding kink - Jake

day 14: role reversal - Natasha

day 15: role play - Jake

day 16: dacryphilia - Jake

day 17: menophilia - Bradley

day 18: somnophilia - Bob

day 19: voyeurism - Jake (reader x Bradley)

day 20: overstimulation - Natasha

day 21: size difference - Jake

day 22: temperature play - Jake

day 23: deepthroating - Bradley

day 24: threesome - Bradley and Bob

day 25: uniform kink - Natasha

day 26: leather & latex - Natasha

day 27: hate sex - Bradley

day 28: mirror sex - Jake

day 29: body worship - Bradley

day 30: titfucking - Jake

day 31: cockpit sex - Bradley

the gorgeous header was made by @topguncortez

Witching Hour (Prologue)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x witch!reader and Jake "Hangman" Seresin x witch!reader

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summary: in which two rowdy naval aviators roll into an otherwise sleepy town, and meet reader, their new neighbor. Their neighbor, who despite their assumptions, has more than a few secrets up her sleeve. The unassuming town may just be more than they bargained for.

★ word count: 1.3k

★ tw/tags: cozy autumn town, witchy, love triangle, multiple parts, f!reader (witch)

★ author's note: a new series yay, it will not be super magic heavy, or maybe it will, more just witchy vibes because it's fall and that's FUN, also I couldn't decide who I wanted so reader gets both(: everyone cheers yay yay

The sound of a moving truck rumbling down your usually quiet street causes you to glance over the top of your book curiously. The low drooping branches on each of the trees that hang over the narrow road you live on scrape against the top of the truck as it continues sputtering toward you, leaving a trail of golden, red, and orange leave remnants behind it.

You watch as it stops with a screech in front of the cottage across from yours, causing the two men inside to jolt forward.

The door swings open, floating their conversation up into the crisp autumn air, “- let me drive the goddamn truck-“.

A brunette clad in flannel hops out, cutting himself off, while a blonder man, the driver, rolls down his window. He’s more amused than his counterpart, and you think he probably spends a lot of time going out of his way to frustrate the other man.

He leans over the ridge of the window as he pulls the truck forward and turns into your driveway, holding up his hand in acknowledgment of you sitting on the porch, witnessing their antics.

“Hi, how’s it going?” He flashes you a wide smile, nodding slightly.

The brunette impatiently calls from behind the truck, “Come on! You’re clear!”

You raise your eyebrows and give the driver a small smile, watching him try his best to see all sides of the wide bed as he maneuvers the wheel to start backing into, hopefully, his new driveway.

This small town had been your home for your entire life, and your family’s for generations. You loved it here, to be sure, but you were surrounded by folks who had been living decades longer than you. You couldn’t say the same for them, but a little noise would be welcomed by you. This little town nestled in between changing leaves, and bubbling streams could use something new.

The brunette gestures for him to continue backing up, not yet realizing that the far side of the truck, blind to both of them, was knocking down the small wooden picket fence similar to those that lined the properties of most of the residents in this town, including yours.

You didn’t blame him for hitting it, the driveways were narrow, same as the roads, and everything was overgrown, courtesy of the previous tenants.

They’d been old, much like many of your neighbors, but instead of keeping the house they’d grown up in when their parents passed, like you had, their children had decided to stay in their cities and put the house on the market.

It had caused quite the stir among the tight knit community, though the children would never find out- they didn’t live here. You couldn’t understand the expectation on them to uproot their own lives and move here- and, again- you were excited at the prospect of someone new.

The truck comes to an abrupt stop, the driver feeling the damage he had done. “For fuck’s sake, Bradshaw! That’s the whole point of you standin’ up there!”

You stifle a laugh behind your book, flicking your wrist every so slightly. The fence repairs itself before the brunette, Bradshaw, has walked around the truck to check on it.

“It’s fine! You didn’t hit shit, just pull forward.”

The driver throws his hand up in exasperation, shifting the truck back into drive, “Well, I felt it hit something!”

 You can see him continue muttering as he straightens out and pulls back into the street.

He’s wearing a tight, cream, long sleeve shirt that easily shows off his defined arms. You shift your focus to the man standing on the driveway. Despite the loose flannel he’s thrown over a plain t-shirt, you’re able to tell he’s not lacking either.

You find yourself hoping that one of them is moving in, or both, even better, and that they’re not just doing a favor for one of the grandparents in their lives. Or worse, that they were hired movers who wouldn’t ever be back to visit said grandparents.  

A honk startles you out of your gaze, and you see a car stopped, the window already rolling down.

“You’re blocking the road!” You recognize the elderly man who’s hanging his head out of his car window and call out, giving him a small wave.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Endicott!” He turns, the scowl on his face only slightly fading when he notices it’s you. “Hm, yes, it’s certainly some sort of afternoon!”

He grumbles pointedly at the two men who had now cleared the road enough for the usual neighborhood comings and goings to resume. They’d only been blocking it for a few seconds, but Mr. Endicott was a prime example of loving your neighbors, and only your neighbors, and only your neighbors who you decided you liked.

He doesn’t seem to be in any rush now though, settling his arm against his open window to continue chatting to you.

“Well, how are you dear? Did you get my Ethel’s strawberry jam?” Grump, yes, but you’d won him over long ago, when you were in pigtail braids and overalls, and living with your grandmother in this very same house.

“I most certainly did! You’ll have to let her know it was just lovely. In fact, wait here a moment, I’ll grab you the empty jars to bring home to her.”

“Of course, honey, you take your time!” He waves you off, now perfectly content as you enter your own house to grab his glassware from your drying rack. You carefully pack them up and walk down the stone pathway through your yard, swinging open the small, ornamental wooden gate at the edge of the garden.

You notice the driver hop out of the truck, joining Bradshaw, who had now noticed they’d had an audience before Mr. Endicott showed up.

“Here you go, and there’s a fresh loaf of bread in there too.” You hold out the bundle to him. He grasps around it, giving the top of your hand a friendly pat. “You are certainly one of the good ones.” Another jab at the men across the street. You grin, taking a step away from the curb. “You tell Ethel thank you again.”

“Of course, of course. You take care of yourself now.” He sends one last scowl to the men now watching from the front of the house before finally continuing down the road. You wave until he’s out of sight, and then fold your arms in front of you, turning your attention to them.

“Sorry about all of that.” Bradshaw speaks up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he walks to the end of the driveway, crossing the street to offer you his hand.

“Bradley Bradshaw.” He shakes your hand firmly. “YN.”

The other man does the same, though his handshake feels more casual, and his hand lingers in yours a few seconds longer, forcing you to hold his eye. “Jake Seresin, pleasure.” He flashes the same smile from earlier, and up close it sends a flutter through your stomach.

“Nice to meet you both.” You purse your lips amusedly, “That was quite the entrance.”

Jake laughs, “We like to disrupt the peace.” And another wink. Good lord.

“No, we don’t.” Bradley scoffs, “We like to be good neighbors and not cause trouble.”

You nod to the house, “Are you the new owners?”

“We’re just renting until spring, on leave.” Bradley explains.

You cock your head, “Military?” Jake nods, “Navy. Pilots.”

You hum nonchalantly, “Well either way, I’d recommend making peace with Mr. Endicott. He’s a pillar of the community.”

You start to back up toward your house, “I’ll let you get back to it. Oh- and welcome to the neighborhood.” You grin, then turn fully to walk inside.

“Great to be here!” It’s Jake that calls out, and you look over your shoulder just long enough to see the smirk on his face. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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