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OMG I’m so excited! ok ok how about a Lightner x fem reader smut, he takes her from the shop (like he did Cleo but the reader is Cleo in this situation) and she can’t help but talk back and sass him and he finds good use of her filthy mouth (🤤) rough and cussing!! choking? (Srry I’m crazy)

FLITHY DESIRES

lightner x fem!reader

reader is of age , i kinda see her as a friend of the Pogues who sticks around to support them as they are younger , maybe like around rafe’s age (21 or so) , I do love a good age gap , he calls her sweetheart 🤭 , lower case intended, SMUT !

I’m gonna be so fr, I only partially follow the ask🫣 i sorta had my own thing envisioned and rolled w that instead. so sorry!! but it’s smutty and it’s at least something!

“NO, NO, STAY HERE. I’LL DEAL WITH THAT.” you happily offered, resting a hand on cleo’s shoulder. the girl paused her movements, looking up at you with hesitation.

“are ya sure? it’s my job, i can do it.” always the hard working woman that took responsibility cleo was, not even blinking at the offer to make her life a little easier.

taking a look at pope’s sleeping figure next to her you only smiled, gently pushing her back down into the hammock. “stay. i’ll deal with the fish, you just get some sleep.”

cleo let out a mixture of a defeated and tired sigh as she cuddled further into the comfortable bundle of fabric. “okay, then. just let me know if you need any help.” you nodded reassuringly, turning away to head down the dock before your wrist was suddenly caught. “oh! and my peppers move ‘em, or else they’ll dry up.”

you chuckled lightly, nodding in understanding. “move your peppers and feed the bait fish, easy.” you gently pulled away, watching as she sunk into pope’s side and fluttered her heavy eyelids shut. your footsteps were quiet when moving through the dry grass of john b’s yard and eventually to the crooked wooden boards of the dock. nothing but the sound of water and crickets filling the air, peace, such a foreign thing for the pogues.

reaching the small shop, you maneuvered your way through the dark, hands stretched out to assure that you didn’t bump into anything. looking down at the small tank of water you caught a small glimpse of the bait fish swimming around. you smiled gently, moving behind the counter to retrieve a plastic container of cheap fish food.

you were utterly oblivious to the very faint sounds of footsteps approaching, or the sudden arrival of a stranger as they lurked in dark. you even hummed, happily giving the hungry fish their food before closing up the container and putting it back in it’s place. it was then that you could no longer deny the presence of someone else as the man suddenly grabbed you.

his arm tightly wrapped around the entirety of your upper body, immobilizing you from even attempting to get away whilst his other hand clasped across your mouth, muting any noise. you fought as much as you could, thrashing and fighting against his strong grip. it didn’t realize exactly what you were doing until he let out a low groan into your ear.

“stop that.” his voice was deep and rough, enough that it sent shivers down your spine. you movements faltered slightly, in the midst of your weak attempts to escape his grip you been grinding your ass directly onto his dick. as immoral as it was, it was his only sign of weakness and you’d rather hump against him then potentially risk your life. so, you continued, even arching slightly so your movements were full of purpose. whatever his name was, he didn’t like it. suddenly he was pushing you forward and bending you over one of the counters. “i told you to quit it.”

“fuck off.” your muffled words attempted to snap, but it was no use against his large hand that kept it’s place. you shifted ever the slightest, the best you could in such a position. there came a point where you had hit a specific spot, letting out a moan before you could even stop yourself. your movements froze, eyes widening as your face went warm.

he chuckled from behind you, leaning down to breath real close to your ear. “now you’re just doin’ it on purpose, aren’t ya sweetheart?” you let out a pathetic squeak, still not moving. somehow, it was deemed a good enough answer for him. the man moved, his hips thrust forward, resting the waters almost. you tried your best to hold back any noise, only a heavy breath escaping your nose. “i bet you want this, don’t you?” another thrust of his hips, much stronger this time, and forceful. you let out another small moan, pressing your forehead into the hidden countertop in utter embarrassment.

what the hell were you doing? this was beyond wrong, you were disgusted in yourself for being in such a position but realized, you’d stopped fighting. now it was just your body making it’s own mind up. fuck, with the stress of dealing with six reckless teenagers had distracted you from your own personal life. were you really his desperate.

“if i remove my hand, will you scream?” he suddenly asked, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. a chance to call for help, to get you out of the irreversible mistake you’re gonna make, all of that handed to you on a silver plater and you only had to nod. the man’s hand slowly slid off your lips. a slither of light at the end of the tunnel, one you could sprint to until you reached it. and yet, as the light touched your fingertips, you didn’t let out a single noise. not a yelp, not even daring to breath too loudly. he was rummaging through the pockets of his cargo pants, keeping a bruising grip on your hands.

taking the moment of silence you mentally processed what had occurred in a span of five minutes. you had only caught a glimpse of this guy before you were all over him like a animal in heat. keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? from the foggy blur, he didn’t seem too bad. you subtly began to move your head, peeking over your shoulder to look at him.

fuck. he was hot. it gave you a strange sense of relief, he may have been a evil asshole who hurt your friends but at least he was hot.

the rip of duct tape snapped you out of the daze. it nearly made you want to take that chance, but by then it was too late. cheek to cheek, the material was stuck to your face, muting you once more. “how you feelin, sweetheart?” he asked almost mockingly, chuckling at the sound of your muffled replied. “perfect.” layers of the tape bounded your wrist together, allowing the man’s hands to be free to wander. “look at ya.” he muttered, running a rough hand down your back still it reached the rounded skin of your ass. he paused, squeezing the flesh gently before slapping it with force. if there was a slight sting through the denim of your shorts, you’d don’t even want to imagine what it feel bare. you gently squeezed your eyes, subconsciously moving backward so you could get back that bit of friction that was enough of wind you up. he caught your hips, squeezing them with another huff of a laugh. “easy there, sweet. i’ll getcha what you want.”

you whined, letting out a huff through your nostrils. if you were going to commit such an act of treason, it might as well be as quick as possible. it didn’t want this movement to drag on too long. you felt a hand reached around, unbuttoning and unzipping you shorts, then he hooked his fingers onto the waistband and slide them down slowly. once the denim looked at your ankles you heard him unbuckle his belt. strangely, of all the moments that led up to this moment, that small noise of the metal clanking excited you the most. he waisted no time on himself, removing the tight pants in seconds, clearly you weren’t the only one feeling excited.

he pressed his hard cock that was still in the restrains of his boxers to your clothed pussy, like he was warning you. he groaned gently, playing with your (luckily) pretty panties to tease you before he did anything. then he reached around to rub your clit, making soft circles that definitely were felt but didn’t satisfy. you needed more. and that’s what you tried to communicate as you shifted around and whined into the tape. he only pressed harder and faster circles, forcing out a moan from you. you pushed further, rubbing your ass to his hard-on.

“i hear ya, sweet thing.” he mumbled, pulling his hand away, leaving a disappointed emptiness in your stomach. “I’ll give ya what you want, but no screamin’ that you can’t take it.”

there was the a couple of indistinguishable sounds from behind you as you awaited for him. then, he slid your panties to the side, running his tip through the wet folds. you gasped as much as you could with the tape covering your mouth, relaxing into the counter—which by now, it’s uncomfortableness was just a blur in your mind. he tapped his cock teasingly before he was shifting to line up with your hole. you would’ve given him all credit of being a potentially good man despite the things he’d done with the way he slowly eased into you. inch by inch of his thick cock into your cunt, a delicious stretch that made you clench your eyes shut. that was until he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, any thoughts of him being gentle with you being thrown out the window.

“fuck, you’re tight little thing aren’t ya?” he cooed, contradicting his harsh thrust from moments before. he repeated the motion of pulling out slowly, then pushing himself back in with a brutal force. he didn’t pause like the last time though, he gained his pace, a fast one. you couldn’t think straight with the way he was snapping his hips, the slap of skin on skin meeting your ears. the guilt that once overflowed inside you began to drain as you found something much more desirable to fill you up.

the thought about how shitty this was is definitely still there, but now it was nothing more than a nagging thought you’d rather not let get in the way of your orgasm. as much you disliked being so tied up, the tape quieted your uncontrollable moans that definitely could’ve been heard from a mile away if it wasn’t there. you wanted to grip something, something to bound you to reality as the pleasure felt far too fictional. but you only could dig your nails into your palms, heavily breathing through your nostrils as the noises continued to spill out.

“fuck.” groaned the mysterious man, grip tightening around your hips. you’re going to be full bruises that are going to be hard to explain. “such a good girl.”

that’ll do it.

you let out a noise that came from deep in your throat, not being able to resist. he was pounding into you harder if that was even possible, hitting a spot that was taken your vision and made it white. as if it couldn’t get any better, his rough hand you had grown to love went back to rubbing those circles on your clit. this they were more than satisfactory. they had you seeing stars. at the feeling of you clenching around him he let out another groan, thrust slowing but never stopping. he tip was still grazing the spongy spot deep inside you, each time it grew more and more sensitive as you neared your climax.

you couldn’t even stay still anymore, your legs barely held you up as you quivered with the feeling of you teetering on the edge before eventually falling. you chest heaved into the counter, not even realizing you’d started sobbing with pleasure until a tear ran down your cheek. the man had pulled out just seconds after you came, stroking himself until he spurted out ropes of cum onto your asscheek. the slight dining in your ear had disappeared, you could hear him catching his heavy breaths, adjusting himself back into his pants.

you contemplated what to do. not exactly planning out the aftermath. luckily, you didn’t need to think much before he was reaching down to pull your up shorts. a gentlemen, despite absolutely ruining you just earlier. he tugged you up, forcing your to stand up straight before h turned you around to look at him. for the first time you were directly staring up at those hard eyes, and if wanted to intimidate you he’d only needed to stare the way he was doing now. your face grew warm, embarrassment seeping into your skin.

you winced as he ripped off the duck tape, tossing it to the side without ever taking his eyes off you. you didn’t flinch as he hand lifted to slid along your jaw before it eventually tangled itself in your hair. you made a noise of surprise as he tightly gripped your hair at the roots, pushing your head closer until his lips met yours. he kissed with such force and power that it reminded you of his thrust. it was just the way he was. strong. you did your best to melt into the kiss, attempting to give back that same passion but could hardly compete against him. he pulled back, trialing his kisses down to your jaw, then your neck, until he went back up to grazed over your ear.

“don’t think i’ll stop coming after you because of this.” he threatened sharply, “you’re not safe and neither are your friends.” with that he let go of his tight grip, whipping out a pocket knife to slice the tape on your wrist and then he was gone. his boots heavy against the wood as he marched back into his boat, not uttering another word.

you could only stare, watch as his boat disappeared into the waters. you felt dizzy, like all of this was a dream you would wake up from. you ripped off the rest of the tape from your wrist, tossing it in a nearby trash before rushing to do the whole with the peppers that cleo requested. you couldn’t stop thinking about the situation, each detail replaying in your head as you left the shop and began down the dock, back to the house.

cleo and pope were still resting peacefully in the hammock, another thing that tripped you out. they just casually slept here while you were getting fucked inside the shop? you rubbed your tired eyes, trudging through the yard and into the home. walking into your room you let out a sigh, not knowing what to do with yourself. the best thing was to get cleaned up, change clothes and go to sleep.

but even then, he haunted you in your dreams.

THIS WAS NOT SPELL CHECKED! apologies for any mistakes.

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