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LEWIS PULLMAN in GUZZLE BUDDIES (2024) — dir. Michael Rees

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Will you write ‘They can't fuck you like I can.’ With professor! Ben from the age gap list. Love your fics btw <3

dwindling, mercurial high - professor!ben mears x fem!reader

18+ only. mdni. slight power dynamic. another problematic age gap fic bc nothing new (21 years). oral (fem receiving). doggy. possessive and jealous ben. he’s kind of a perv. spanking. spitting (sorry look away). unprotected sex (don’t listen to him). aftercare (as always).

you didn’t expect to run into him while you were on a date. not after the fight you had the week prior and he claimed he couldn’t do it anymore. it was too risky. too irresponsible. you held back the tears and swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head. saying you understood and walked away.

so, when ryan asked you out, you didn’t feel bad for saying yes. but you were beginning to regret that decision when you saw ben sitting in the corner booth nursing a glass of whiskey. the expensive kind, no doubt.

“you okay?” ryan asked after you hadn’t answered his question. what was the question again? you had stopped listening about five minutes ago. around the same time ben’s eyes locked with yours. damn him for having such an effect on you.

“huh? oh. yeah, i’m good. i just- i need to use the restroom.”

you took your bag and hurried to the back of the restaurant, not noticing someone following you. and you certainly did not expect that person to follow behind you into the restroom and lock the door behind them, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“what the fuck are you doing?!”

“nice to see you, too.” his thin lips curved into a smirk and his button down shirt clung to him like a dream.

“you- you can’t be in here,” you stuttered, starting to feel a little bit like cornered prey.

“you look good,” ben said. his eyes roaming up and down your body, licking his lips at your exposed legs. “love that dress.”

“i need to get back to my date,” you said, voice shaky. he always made you nervous. and damn it, your stomach fluttered and heat built up between your thighs as he walked closer, cornering you against the sink countertop.

“you don’t want him,” he murmured, fingertips dancing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “he can’t take care of you. can’t give you what you want.”

“ben…” you breathed out.

“come home with me.”

“no.” you said and pushed past him. “we can’t do this, remember?” and that was the last thing you said before you unlocked the door and went back to your table, to ryan.

and ryan was sweet. driving you back home to your apartment. walking you to your door. kissing you on your cheek. and you should’ve invited him up for a cup of coffee. but you couldn’t. couldn’t stop thinking about the man you drove you mad. the man you flipped your world around and made you feel desired.

so, when your hand slid between your legs that night, you couldn’t stop ben’s name from escaping you as you reached your peak.

the next couple of weeks were dizzying. you were preparing for finals while also working on your dissertation. and while you didn’t want you, you knew you were going to have to ask for help. for ben’s, dr. mears’, help.

you sucked in a deep breath before knocking on his office door. shuffling of papers were heard on the other side. he opened the door and you felt lightheaded. his glasses were perched low on his nose and his tie was off. the top two buttons on his shirt undone, a peak of chest hair showing.

“dr. mears, is this a bad time?”

you didn’t miss the way he sucked in a deep breath at the official title. it always got him hot and bothered.

“no.. no it’s okay. just finishing up some grading. come in.”

you situated yourself across from him, pulling at the hem of your skirt as you crossed one leg over the other, catching ben’s eyes watching your every move from his seat on the other side of the desk.

“what’s going on?”

“i need help with my research. i’m just- i feel like i’m stuck.”

so for the next forty minutes, he helped you find resources. told you places to look that you hadn’t even thought of. he was so intelligent. it made him that much sexier. you couldn’t stop your thighs from clenching as his hands wrapped around the book he pulled from his bookshelf. a strand of hair falling out of place and his bottom lip sucked in, worrying it with his teeth as he concentrated. damn him for being that good looking.

ben could feel you staring, practically eating him alive with your eyes. and he reveled in it. knew the power he held over your. he slammed the book shut, causing you to jump slightly in your seat and he made his way towards you.

he towered over you from where you sat and your breathing became shallow in an instant. you could smell his expensive cologne. woodsy and spicy and something so incredibly ben, it made you dizzy.

“what do you want?” ben questioned, bracing his hands on the arm rests of the chair, leaning into your space until you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“what?” your brain was fogging up, becoming delirious from the desire that was coursing through you now.

“don’t play stupid, sweet girl. i know you better than that.”

“i want-“

“say it,” he demanded.

“i want you…” you said under your breath, almost scared to admit it. but it was the truth. and that’s all ben needed to hear before a strong hand gripped the back of your neck and hauled you into his arms, slamming his mouth against yours in painful, lustful kiss.

it was sloppy. tongues fighting against each other, hands gripping at body parts. your hands were ripping at the buttons of his shirt and his hands were pushing your skirt above your waist. he groaned when he grabbed handfuls of your ass.

“knew you wouldn’t stay away long. you need it too bad. those boys… they can’t fuck you like i can, can they?” he moved his mouth to your jaw, sucking a mark into your skin. “answer me, doll.”

and when your answer was delayed, a sharp smack landed onto your ass cheek.

“no! no, sir!”

“good girl.”

he pushed you towards his desk, swiping off all of the papers and supplies, causing them to crash into the floor in a mess. you couldn’t help but laugh. he was just as desperate as you were. his chest was heaving as he towered over you once more, his shirt half way undone and his chest on display. his cross necklace hung between his pectorals.

“wanna taste you,” ben said, not even bothering to pull your tights down, just ripping them at the seams so he could pull your panties to the side and devour you. he sucked your clit between his lips which caused you to arch your back off the wood beneath you. and he was filthy with it. moaning into your pussy like it was his favorite dessert. his tongue found its way to your dripping hole and he circled it a few times before thrusting inside you. you’ve never been eaten out like this before. like he couldn’t get enough of you. like you were his last supper.

your thighs shook and squeezed around his head, biting the heel of your hand to stifle your moans. and when you came, you nearly squealed his name. waves of aftershock washed through you as he slowed his licks. he pressed one last kiss to your clit before pulling away. a cheshire like grin was spread across his wet mouth.

“delicious. want you to taste,” he said. he gripped your jaw and worked his before a drop of spit fell into your mouth. the mix of your juices and his saliva was enough to make you moan wantonly. “taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

“ben! please!”

“what’s that, baby?”

“need you!” you whined, pawing at him.

“and i need you to be patient,” ben retorted back.

he eyed his office until they landed on the leather couch that was flush against the wall.

“wanna see you bent over for me.”

and that’s how you ended up with your face squished against the cool leather, hands held behind your back as ben pounded into you. the sound of skin slapping filled the space. the hand that wasn’t gripping your wrists was landing smacks against your ass with every thrust. you just knew there would be handprint marks there later.

“s’fucking tight. know you love it like this. love your professor fucking you senseless. dirty little girl. letting someone old enough to be her father do this to her.”

“dr. mears! ben! just like- like that! almost- almost there!” you hiccuped, pushing your body back into him to feel him even deeper.

“come for me, baby. come on daddy’s cock,” the name made you both release at the same time, the intensity of it causing you both to nearly scream.

ben released your wrists and fell forward, putting his full weight on you as he pulled out. you could feel him leak out of you and down the inside of your thighs. you blushed profusely as he placed a kiss to your shoulder and got up to grab his handkerchief to clean you. he took his time, shushing you when you winced and whined.

“i got you, baby,” he said as he hauled you into his arms to cuddle naked on the couch. “not letting you go again.”

tagging those who asked!

@vivianfiles @auroralightsthesky @galatially @lewmagoo @fairyheart @sebsxphia @whisperofsong @moondustfairies @kiwi-the-first @magicwithaknife @howtodisappear444

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Will you write ‘They can't fuck you like I can.’ With professor! Ben from the age gap list. Love your fics btw <3

dwindling, mercurial high - professor!ben mears x fem!reader

18+ only. mdni. slight power dynamic. another problematic age gap fic bc nothing new (21 years). oral (fem receiving). doggy. possessive and jealous ben. he’s kind of a perv. spanking. spitting (sorry look away). unprotected sex (don’t listen to him). aftercare (as always).

you didn’t expect to run into him while you were on a date. not after the fight you had the week prior and he claimed he couldn’t do it anymore. it was too risky. too irresponsible. you held back the tears and swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head. saying you understood and walked away.

so, when ryan asked you out, you didn’t feel bad for saying yes. but you were beginning to regret that decision when you saw ben sitting in the corner booth nursing a glass of whiskey. the expensive kind, no doubt.

“you okay?” ryan asked after you hadn’t answered his question. what was the question again? you had stopped listening about five minutes ago. around the same time ben’s eyes locked with yours. damn him for having such an effect on you.

“huh? oh. yeah, i’m good. i just- i need to use the restroom.”

you took your bag and hurried to the back of the restaurant, not noticing someone following you. and you certainly did not expect that person to follow behind you into the restroom and lock the door behind them, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“what the fuck are you doing?!”

“nice to see you, too.” his thin lips curved into a smirk and his button down shirt clung to him like a dream.

“you- you can’t be in here,” you stuttered, starting to feel a little bit like cornered prey.

“you look good,” ben said. his eyes roaming up and down your body, licking his lips at your exposed legs. “love that dress.”

“i need to get back to my date,” you said, voice shaky. he always made you nervous. and damn it, your stomach fluttered and heat built up between your thighs as he walked closer, cornering you against the sink countertop.

“you don’t want him,” he murmured, fingertips dancing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “he can’t take care of you. can’t give you what you want.”

“ben…” you breathed out.

“come home with me.”

“no.” you said and pushed past him. “we can’t do this, remember?” and that was the last thing you said before you unlocked the door and went back to your table, to ryan.

and ryan was sweet. driving you back home to your apartment. walking you to your door. kissing you on your cheek. and you should’ve invited him up for a cup of coffee. but you couldn’t. couldn’t stop thinking about the man you drove you mad. the man you flipped your world around and made you feel desired.

so, when your hand slid between your legs that night, you couldn’t stop ben’s name from escaping you as you reached your peak.

the next couple of weeks were dizzying. you were preparing for finals while also working on your dissertation. and while you didn’t want you, you knew you were going to have to ask for help. for ben’s, dr. mears’, help.

you sucked in a deep breath before knocking on his office door. shuffling of papers were heard on the other side. he opened the door and you felt lightheaded. his glasses were perched low on his nose and his tie was off. the top two buttons on his shirt undone, a peak of chest hair showing.

“dr. mears, is this a bad time?”

you didn’t miss the way he sucked in a deep breath at the official title. it always got him hot and bothered.

“no.. no it’s okay. just finishing up some grading. come in.”

you situated yourself across from him, pulling at the hem of your skirt as you crossed one leg over the other, catching ben’s eyes watching your every move from his seat on the other side of the desk.

“what’s going on?”

“i need help with my research. i’m just- i feel like i’m stuck.”

so for the next forty minutes, he helped you find resources. told you places to look that you hadn’t even thought of. he was so intelligent. it made him that much sexier. you couldn’t stop your thighs from clenching as his hands wrapped around the book he pulled from his bookshelf. a strand of hair falling out of place and his bottom lip sucked in, worrying it with his teeth as he concentrated. damn him for being that good looking.

ben could feel you staring, practically eating him alive with your eyes. and he reveled in it. knew the power he held over your. he slammed the book shut, causing you to jump slightly in your seat and he made his way towards you.

he towered over you from where you sat and your breathing became shallow in an instant. you could smell his expensive cologne. woodsy and spicy and something so incredibly ben, it made you dizzy.

“what do you want?” ben questioned, bracing his hands on the arm rests of the chair, leaning into your space until you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“what?” your brain was fogging up, becoming delirious from the desire that was coursing through you now.

“don’t play stupid, sweet girl. i know you better than that.”

“i want-“

“say it,” he demanded.

“i want you…” you said under your breath, almost scared to admit it. but it was the truth. and that’s all ben needed to hear before a strong hand gripped the back of your neck and hauled you into his arms, slamming his mouth against yours in painful, lustful kiss.

it was sloppy. tongues fighting against each other, hands gripping at body parts. your hands were ripping at the buttons of his shirt and his hands were pushing your skirt above your waist. he groaned when he grabbed handfuls of your ass.

“knew you wouldn’t stay away long. you need it too bad. those boys… they can’t fuck you like i can, can they?” he moved his mouth to your jaw, sucking a mark into your skin. “answer me, doll.”

and when your answer was delayed, a sharp smack landed onto your ass cheek.

“no! no, sir!”

“good girl.”

he pushed you towards his desk, swiping off all of the papers and supplies, causing them to crash into the floor in a mess. you couldn’t help but laugh. he was just as desperate as you were. his chest was heaving as he towered over you once more, his shirt half way undone and his chest on display. his cross necklace hung between his pectorals.

“wanna taste you,” ben said, not even bothering to pull your tights down, just ripping them at the seams so he could pull your panties to the side and devour you. he sucked your clit between his lips which caused you to arch your back off the wood beneath you. and he was filthy with it. moaning into your pussy like it was his favorite dessert. his tongue found its way to your dripping hole and he circled it a few times before thrusting inside you. you’ve never been eaten out like this before. like he couldn’t get enough of you. like you were his last supper.

your thighs shook and squeezed around his head, biting the heel of your hand to stifle your moans. and when you came, you nearly squealed his name. waves of aftershock washed through you as he slowed his licks. he pressed one last kiss to your clit before pulling away. a cheshire like grin was spread across his wet mouth.

“delicious. want you to taste,” he said. he gripped your jaw and worked his before a drop of spit fell into your mouth. the mix of your juices and his saliva was enough to make you moan wantonly. “taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

“ben! please!”

“what’s that, baby?”

“need you!” you whined, pawing at him.

“and i need you to be patient,” ben retorted back.

he eyed his office until they landed on the leather couch that was flush against the wall.

“wanna see you bent over for me.”

and that’s how you ended up with your face squished against the cool leather, hands held behind your back as ben pounded into you. the sound of skin slapping filled the space. the hand that wasn’t gripping your wrists was landing smacks against your ass with every thrust. you just knew there would be handprint marks there later.

“s’fucking tight. know you love it like this. love your professor fucking you senseless. dirty little girl. letting someone old enough to be her father do this to her.”

“dr. mears! ben! just like- like that! almost- almost there!” you hiccuped, pushing your body back into him to feel him even deeper.

“come for me, baby. come on daddy’s cock,” the name made you both release at the same time, the intensity of it causing you both to nearly scream.

ben released your wrists and fell forward, putting his full weight on you as he pulled out. you could feel him leak out of you and down the inside of your thighs. you blushed profusely as he placed a kiss to your shoulder and got up to grab his handkerchief to clean you. he took his time, shushing you when you winced and whined.

“i got you, baby,” he said as he hauled you into his arms to cuddle naked on the couch. “not letting you go again.”

tagging those who asked!

@vivianfiles @auroralightsthesky @galatially @lewmagoo @fairyheart @sebsxphia @whisperofsong @moondustfairies @kiwi-the-first @magicwithaknife @howtodisappear444

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Hiiiii! Sorry to bother you, but do you know when you'll be posting the professor!Ben Mears fic?

she’s posted! so sorry for the delay starting my new job has been crazyyyy but i hope you like it!

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Will you write ‘They can't fuck you like I can.’ With professor! Ben from the age gap list. Love your fics btw <3

dwindling, mercurial high - professor!ben mears x fem!reader

18+ only. mdni. slight power dynamic. another problematic age gap fic bc nothing new (21 years). oral (fem receiving). doggy. possessive and jealous ben. he’s kind of a perv. spanking. spitting (sorry look away). unprotected sex (don’t listen to him). aftercare (as always).

you didn’t expect to run into him while you were on a date. not after the fight you had the week prior and he claimed he couldn’t do it anymore. it was too risky. too irresponsible. you held back the tears and swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head. saying you understood and walked away.

so, when ryan asked you out, you didn’t feel bad for saying yes. but you were beginning to regret that decision when you saw ben sitting in the corner booth nursing a glass of whiskey. the expensive kind, no doubt.

“you okay?” ryan asked after you hadn’t answered his question. what was the question again? you had stopped listening about five minutes ago. around the same time ben’s eyes locked with yours. damn him for having such an effect on you.

“huh? oh. yeah, i’m good. i just- i need to use the restroom.”

you took your bag and hurried to the back of the restaurant, not noticing someone following you. and you certainly did not expect that person to follow behind you into the restroom and lock the door behind them, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“what the fuck are you doing?!”

“nice to see you, too.” his thin lips curved into a smirk and his button down shirt clung to him like a dream.

“you- you can’t be in here,” you stuttered, starting to feel a little bit like cornered prey.

“you look good,” ben said. his eyes roaming up and down your body, licking his lips at your exposed legs. “love that dress.”

“i need to get back to my date,” you said, voice shaky. he always made you nervous. and damn it, your stomach fluttered and heat built up between your thighs as he walked closer, cornering you against the sink countertop.

“you don’t want him,” he murmured, fingertips dancing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “he can’t take care of you. can’t give you what you want.”

“ben…” you breathed out.

“come home with me.”

“no.” you said and pushed past him. “we can’t do this, remember?” and that was the last thing you said before you unlocked the door and went back to your table, to ryan.

and ryan was sweet. driving you back home to your apartment. walking you to your door. kissing you on your cheek. and you should’ve invited him up for a cup of coffee. but you couldn’t. couldn’t stop thinking about the man you drove you mad. the man you flipped your world around and made you feel desired.

so, when your hand slid between your legs that night, you couldn’t stop ben’s name from escaping you as you reached your peak.

the next couple of weeks were dizzying. you were preparing for finals while also working on your dissertation. and while you didn’t want you, you knew you were going to have to ask for help. for ben’s, dr. mears’, help.

you sucked in a deep breath before knocking on his office door. shuffling of papers were heard on the other side. he opened the door and you felt lightheaded. his glasses were perched low on his nose and his tie was off. the top two buttons on his shirt undone, a peak of chest hair showing.

“dr. mears, is this a bad time?”

you didn’t miss the way he sucked in a deep breath at the official title. it always got him hot and bothered.

“no.. no it’s okay. just finishing up some grading. come in.”

you situated yourself across from him, pulling at the hem of your skirt as you crossed one leg over the other, catching ben’s eyes watching your every move from his seat on the other side of the desk.

“what’s going on?”

“i need help with my research. i’m just- i feel like i’m stuck.”

so for the next forty minutes, he helped you find resources. told you places to look that you hadn’t even thought of. he was so intelligent. it made him that much sexier. you couldn’t stop your thighs from clenching as his hands wrapped around the book he pulled from his bookshelf. a strand of hair falling out of place and his bottom lip sucked in, worrying it with his teeth as he concentrated. damn him for being that good looking.

ben could feel you staring, practically eating him alive with your eyes. and he reveled in it. knew the power he held over your. he slammed the book shut, causing you to jump slightly in your seat and he made his way towards you.

he towered over you from where you sat and your breathing became shallow in an instant. you could smell his expensive cologne. woodsy and spicy and something so incredibly ben, it made you dizzy.

“what do you want?” ben questioned, bracing his hands on the arm rests of the chair, leaning into your space until you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“what?” your brain was fogging up, becoming delirious from the desire that was coursing through you now.

“don’t play stupid, sweet girl. i know you better than that.”

“i want-“

“say it,” he demanded.

“i want you…” you said under your breath, almost scared to admit it. but it was the truth. and that’s all ben needed to hear before a strong hand gripped the back of your neck and hauled you into his arms, slamming his mouth against yours in painful, lustful kiss.

it was sloppy. tongues fighting against each other, hands gripping at body parts. your hands were ripping at the buttons of his shirt and his hands were pushing your skirt above your waist. he groaned when he grabbed handfuls of your ass.

“knew you wouldn’t stay away long. you need it too bad. those boys… they can’t fuck you like i can, can they?” he moved his mouth to your jaw, sucking a mark into your skin. “answer me, doll.”

and when your answer was delayed, a sharp smack landed onto your ass cheek.

“no! no, sir!”

“good girl.”

he pushed you towards his desk, swiping off all of the papers and supplies, causing them to crash into the floor in a mess. you couldn’t help but laugh. he was just as desperate as you were. his chest was heaving as he towered over you once more, his shirt half way undone and his chest on display. his cross necklace hung between his pectorals.

“wanna taste you,” ben said, not even bothering to pull your tights down, just ripping them at the seams so he could pull your panties to the side and devour you. he sucked your clit between his lips which caused you to arch your back off the wood beneath you. and he was filthy with it. moaning into your pussy like it was his favorite dessert. his tongue found its way to your dripping hole and he circled it a few times before thrusting inside you. you’ve never been eaten out like this before. like he couldn’t get enough of you. like you were his last supper.

your thighs shook and squeezed around his head, biting the heel of your hand to stifle your moans. and when you came, you nearly squealed his name. waves of aftershock washed through you as he slowed his licks. he pressed one last kiss to your clit before pulling away. a cheshire like grin was spread across his wet mouth.

“delicious. want you to taste,” he said. he gripped your jaw and worked his before a drop of spit fell into your mouth. the mix of your juices and his saliva was enough to make you moan wantonly. “taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

“ben! please!”

“what’s that, baby?”

“need you!” you whined, pawing at him.

“and i need you to be patient,” ben retorted back.

he eyed his office until they landed on the leather couch that was flush against the wall.

“wanna see you bent over for me.”

and that’s how you ended up with your face squished against the cool leather, hands held behind your back as ben pounded into you. the sound of skin slapping filled the space. the hand that wasn’t gripping your wrists was landing smacks against your ass with every thrust. you just knew there would be handprint marks there later.

“s’fucking tight. know you love it like this. love your professor fucking you senseless. dirty little girl. letting someone old enough to be her father do this to her.”

“dr. mears! ben! just like- like that! almost- almost there!” you hiccuped, pushing your body back into him to feel him even deeper.

“come for me, baby. come on daddy’s cock,” the name made you both release at the same time, the intensity of it causing you both to nearly scream.

ben released your wrists and fell forward, putting his full weight on you as he pulled out. you could feel him leak out of you and down the inside of your thighs. you blushed profusely as he placed a kiss to your shoulder and got up to grab his handkerchief to clean you. he took his time, shushing you when you winced and whined.

“i got you, baby,” he said as he hauled you into his arms to cuddle naked on the couch. “not letting you go again.”

tagging those who asked!

@vivianfiles @auroralightsthesky @galatially @lewmagoo @fairyheart @sebsxphia @whisperofsong @moondustfairies @kiwi-the-first @magicwithaknife @howtodisappear444

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Clint Walker as Jim Cole The Night of the Grizzly (1966) dir. Joseph Pevney

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adding this to my dilf rhett vision board

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alright hoping to have posted by the end of the week if anyone wants to be tagged!

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perhaps that professor ben mears drabble is coming your way tonight or tomorrow 😌

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i’m on my third rewatch heheh

Going to re-start The Pitt. Can’t believe what you’ve done to me @rhettabbotts & @drlangdonapologist

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sitting outside listening to hamilton trying not to have the crash out of my life rn :)

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fingers in my mouth please!

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Congratulations on 2k followers, sweetheart!! You deserve all of them and more! 🩷🩷🩷 Could you please do ❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜ with bodyguard!rhett from the age gap prompts?

safe and sound - bodyguard!rhett abbott x fem!reader

18+ only. mdni. smut. slight age gap (10 years). arguing. spoiled and famous reader. rhett is a little rough. spanking. aftercare. reader has a cat.

“do you even fucking pay attention when you’re out?! you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” rhett shouted as he held a death grip onto your upper arm. he picked you up from a night club that you snuck out to and got cornered by paparazzi. you were on the edge of turning twenty one, just a few months shy and you wanted to have a little fun. being cooped up in your apartment with the grumpiest man alive wasn’t ideal. so when he was in the shower, you took your out.

a few months ago, you had a stalker. and your father insisted on hiring rhett. he was a friend of a friend and you rolled your eyes at the very thought.

“daddy, i can take care of myself,” you whined.

“i won’t take no for an answer. this is just to protect you, sweetheart. now play nice.”

but you didn’t. you made it your goal to piss rhett abbott off. in any and every way possible. walking around in your silk pajamas in the morning. getting too far ahead of him out in a crowd. throwing bratty tantrums when he wouldn’t let you have your way. and you took pride in the way his jaw would tick and his eyes would squint at you.

was it a little irresponsible? sure. did it make the days go by faster? absolutely.

marie, your ragdoll cat, adored him though. she would circle his legs when he would fix her food bowl every morning and would knead biscuits in his lap when you would be watching tv on the couch at night. you were almost tolerating each other.

until tonight.

until you called him crying from the club bathroom begging him to pick you up.

until he punched a pap in the nose and shoved you into his car.

until he nearly dragged you up to your apartment and slammed the door behind him, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“you’re so fucking stupid! you know it’s not safe! and you still do stupid shit! he’s not even behind bars yet!”

“stop yelling at me like i’m a child!”

“then stop fucking acting like one! jesus, it’s like you want me to punish you!”

the room went silent after the words came out of his mouth. your body felt like it was on fire and his eyes burned with something you’d never seen before. desire. lust. anger.

“maybe that’s what i need…”

he looked you up and down. lingered at your chest as it heaved with shallow breaths. tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he stared at the cleavage there.

“yeah? want me to put you over my lap?” the button up shirt he was wearing drew tight across his chest and the veins in his forearms were on display from the sleeves being rolled up.

you couldn’t form words. all you could do was nod your head and that was all he needed. the tension that had been simmering below the surface between you snapped like a rubber band and he was pulling you in to a bruising kiss. his stubbled jaw scratching against you as your tongues fought for dominance.

“such a fucking brat. god. you have no idea how long i’ve thought about having you like this, baby. seeing you prance around in your skimpy pjs and short dresses. driving me fucking mad.” his large hands gripped tightly to your ass, groaning into your mouth. and a gasp escaped yours when a smack landed on one cheek.

“mmm. yeah, you want it bad. gonna give it to you, baby.”

he manhandled you to the couch and across his lap. he didn’t waste any time shoving your dress above your hips and palming at your ass until you were nearly squirming.

“count for me, princess.” and he raised his hand up and swiftly brought it down. the force jarring you forward and a loud moan came out of you. you could feel how wet you already were against the lacy thong you wore.

“o-one!”

“good girl.”

and he continued until he reached ten. alternating between each cheek until they were both painted red. you were whimpering as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to each one.

“gonna get up and get some lotion for you. don’t move.”

“i don’t think i could if i tried.”

he huffed a laugh and hurried to his bedroom. took his time massaging the cream into your skin until the burn was only a slight ache. and then he pulled you into his lap once more and kissed your neck until you were giggling.

“this is a dangerous game we’re playing,” he said as his fingertips danced up and down your spine. your fingers tangled into his hair as you grinned at him.

“well, you know i love danger.”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

[rhettabbotts]

hey so likes are really great and all but it’s kind of really disheartening to work hard on something for it to get like no feedback :)

[rhettabbotts]

Congratulations on 2k followers, sweetheart!! You deserve all of them and more! 🩷🩷🩷 Could you please do ❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜ with bodyguard!rhett from the age gap prompts?

safe and sound - bodyguard!rhett abbott x fem!reader

18+ only. mdni. smut. slight age gap (10 years). arguing. spoiled and famous reader. rhett is a little rough. spanking. aftercare. reader has a cat.

“do you even fucking pay attention when you’re out?! you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” rhett shouted as he held a death grip onto your upper arm. he picked you up from a night club that you snuck out to and got cornered by paparazzi. you were on the edge of turning twenty one, just a few months shy and you wanted to have a little fun. being cooped up in your apartment with the grumpiest man alive wasn’t ideal. so when he was in the shower, you took your out.

a few months ago, you had a stalker. and your father insisted on hiring rhett. he was a friend of a friend and you rolled your eyes at the very thought.

“daddy, i can take care of myself,” you whined.

“i won’t take no for an answer. this is just to protect you, sweetheart. now play nice.”

but you didn’t. you made it your goal to piss rhett abbott off. in any and every way possible. walking around in your silk pajamas in the morning. getting too far ahead of him out in a crowd. throwing bratty tantrums when he wouldn’t let you have your way. and you took pride in the way his jaw would tick and his eyes would squint at you.

was it a little irresponsible? sure. did it make the days go by faster? absolutely.

marie, your ragdoll cat, adored him though. she would circle his legs when he would fix her food bowl every morning and would knead biscuits in his lap when you would be watching tv on the couch at night. you were almost tolerating each other.

until tonight.

until you called him crying from the club bathroom begging him to pick you up.

until he punched a pap in the nose and shoved you into his car.

until he nearly dragged you up to your apartment and slammed the door behind him, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“you’re so fucking stupid! you know it’s not safe! and you still do stupid shit! he’s not even behind bars yet!”

“stop yelling at me like i’m a child!”

“then stop fucking acting like one! jesus, it’s like you want me to punish you!”

the room went silent after the words came out of his mouth. your body felt like it was on fire and his eyes burned with something you’d never seen before. desire. lust. anger.

“maybe that’s what i need…”

he looked you up and down. lingered at your chest as it heaved with shallow breaths. tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he stared at the cleavage there.

“yeah? want me to put you over my lap?” the button up shirt he was wearing drew tight across his chest and the veins in his forearms were on display from the sleeves being rolled up.

you couldn’t form words. all you could do was nod your head and that was all he needed. the tension that had been simmering below the surface between you snapped like a rubber band and he was pulling you in to a bruising kiss. his stubbled jaw scratching against you as your tongues fought for dominance.

“such a fucking brat. god. you have no idea how long i’ve thought about having you like this, baby. seeing you prance around in your skimpy pjs and short dresses. driving me fucking mad.” his large hands gripped tightly to your ass, groaning into your mouth. and a gasp escaped yours when a smack landed on one cheek.

“mmm. yeah, you want it bad. gonna give it to you, baby.”

he manhandled you to the couch and across his lap. he didn’t waste any time shoving your dress above your hips and palming at your ass until you were nearly squirming.

“count for me, princess.” and he raised his hand up and swiftly brought it down. the force jarring you forward and a loud moan came out of you. you could feel how wet you already were against the lacy thong you wore.

“o-one!”

“good girl.”

and he continued until he reached ten. alternating between each cheek until they were both painted red. you were whimpering as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to each one.

“gonna get up and get some lotion for you. don’t move.”

“i don’t think i could if i tried.”

he huffed a laugh and hurried to his bedroom. took his time massaging the cream into your skin until the burn was only a slight ache. and then he pulled you into his lap once more and kissed your neck until you were giggling.

“this is a dangerous game we’re playing,” he said as his fingertips danced up and down your spine. your fingers tangled into his hair as you grinned at him.

“well, you know i love danger.”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

[rhettabbotts]

meanwhile i’m shipping everyone with everyone

how it feels being a Walshabbot shipper in a mohabbot shipper world

[rhettabbotts]

Are you going to continue your story on call it what you want? :)

I liked the recent one you posted. It’s sooo good!

Have an amazing week!

i think i may at some point!!! it’s gotten a lot of traction recently and some ideas have been brewing so we’ll see!